#two very different bad bitches but bad bitches nonetheless

[thebestestwinner]

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[4milly]

girl u are FREKAYYYYY. what's life like with bd!zilla? 🙄🙄🙄🙄

i really do imagine he's the type to be so nonchalant about shit tbh. like when you two decided to co-parent your 3 year old son, from that day forth zilla's always put on this act that he never cared about shit you did. you both were single.

nothing new. he did the in the relationship. act like nothing ever mattered. you'd do things to spite him to atleast see if he cared. like doing your hair a different way when you'd drop your son off, wearing a dress too short and posting it to the gram, even sending him thirst traps on "accident".

only to get a dry ass response. barely even that, sometimes he’d just heart the message and move on.

but nothing ever seemed to phase him. you'd catch glimpses sometimes - a fleeting look in his eyes when he thought you weren't paying attention, the way his jaw would tighten ever so slightly when another man's name came up. but he'd always brush it off, act like it was nothing.

one day, you decided to really push it. you showed up to drop off your son wearing that slinky red dress he always loved, the one that hugged every curve. you made sure your makeup was flawless, your hair perfectly curled. as you handed over your giggling toddler, you casually mentioned the date you had lined up for that night.

little did he know, you didn't even have one. you purposely did all this shit so his blood pressure would raise.

for a split second, you saw it - that flash of jealousy, that hint of possessiveness in his dark eyes. but just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual cool indifference. "have fun, babygirl," he said with a wink before focusing on your son

"mama, look pretty?" your son said gleaming towards you

"she does, buddy. so very pretty." he simply stated giving you a once over, stopping at your cleavage.

you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, at the way his eyes lingered on your body. for a moment, you forgot to breathe. then you caught yourself, plastering on a coy smile. "thanks," you said breezily, "i'm sure my date will think so too."

as you turned to head back to your car , you could feel zilla's eyes on you, burning into your back. you put an extra sway in your hips, knowing exactly how that dress moved when you walked. you heard your son's laughter fade as the door closed behind you.

later that night, after your mediocre date with some guy whose name you could barely remember, you found yourself scrolling through your phone in the bathroom. your thumb hovered over zilla's contact. before you could stop yourself, you fired off a text: "date was a bust. heading home early."

you stared at your phone, waiting for his reply. the minutes that went by were agonizing. just as you were about to toss your phone in your purse, it buzzed.

u wanna come over, mama?

you knew this was a bad idea. you only wanted to spite him — show him you still had it and what he lost. but...damn, you'd be lying if you said you didn't crave to feel that long, girth, samoan dick working inside you, and those hands using your hips bouncing you like a bitch in heat, just like an addict craves their next fix. nonetheless, you responded anyways: be there in 15.

the ride to his place felt endless. second-guessing your decision with every passing streetlight. but when you knocked on the door and saw him standing in the doorway, all doubts vanished. He looked good - too good. his white tank top clung to his muscular frame, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips.

"hey, mama," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "come in."

you stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over you. the living room was dimly lit. as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over you, you felt a surge of electricity in the air. the living room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. soft music played in the background - was that the playlist you used to make love to? baby making music as they say.

zilla closed the door behind you, his presence looming large. you could feel the heat radiating off his body as he moved closer, his scent suffocating you. "you want sum' to drink?" he asked, his voice husky.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. as he walked to the kitchen, your eyes followed the broad expanse of his back, remembering how it felt to dig your nails into those muscles.

He returned with two glasses of red wine - your favorite. As he handed you yours, his fingers brushed against yours, lingering just a moment too long. you took a sip, the rich flavor exploding on your tongue.

you closed your eyes for a brief moment as you glanced over the room, "so where is our little guy?" desperate to break the silence.

zilla almost didn't hear the question, to occupied in looking at your ass in the dress.

"zilla?" you said more firmly to bring his attention back towards you

"my bad, mama. we watched that paw patrol shit he like and he crashed out not too long ago," he responded before taking a sip of his wine "you look good as fuck, y'know that?"

you felt a flush creep up your neck at his words. "thanks," you murmured, taking another sip of wine to steady your nerves.

zilla moved closer, his eyes roaming over you hungrily. "you r'member first time you wore it?" his voice was low, tinged with desire. "that night at the club, when I couldn't keep my hands off you. had to take yo ass home right then."

you nodded, memories flooding back. the way he'd pressed you against the wall as soon as you got through the door, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing the dress higher, pushing his hand into your panties.

before you could respond, zilla closed the distance between you, his large hand cupping your face. "lemme r'mind you," he growled, before crashing his lips against yours. the kiss was hungry, desperate, filled with years of pent-up longing.

in one fluid motion, he lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he carried you to the wall, pressing you against it as his lips trailed hot kisses down your neck. your head fell back, a soft moans escaping your lips.

"god, you so fuckin' pretty," he murmured against your skin, his hands roaming your body, reacquainting themselves with every curve. he hitched your dress up higher, his fingers tracing the edge of your lace panties. "these in the way, mama."

with a swift movement, he pushed your panties to the side exposing your wet core, "shit, i missed this pussy. she missed daddy, baby?"

zilla's fingers were replaced by his hard length, rubbing against you. you didn't remember when he got the time to take his dick out his pants, but thank the stars above. you finally were about to get what you've nearly been wishing for and more, "fuck me, zilla. i missed you so much."

he slid into you, filling you up in one long stroke. your eyes rolled back as your body stretched to accommodate him. it had been too long since you'd felt him this way, inside you, claiming you as his own. the way his dick filled you perfectly made your mind go numb. you wrapped an arm around his neck bringing his lips to your owns. you let out a strangled whine as began to stroke, your pussy still getting used to the filling of being so full again.

he started moving slowly, dragging his hips back until you were nearly empty before filling you back up letting you adjust, and repeating the process until the coarse hair at the base of his cock tickled your clit.

"zilla!" you yelped as a particular thrust made him swipe over that special spot inside of you

"shh, shh don't wake him up, mama." he replied throwing a hand over your mouth to keep you moans at bay — careful not to wake your sleeping boy down the hall. "so fuckin' pretty just taking all this dick. I should nut all up in yo pretty ass.”

your moans and screams were muffled into zilla's hand. your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. you were in complete bliss right now. zilla's hips moved with a primal rhythm, each thrust driving you higher up the wall. your dress bunched around your waist, the silky fabric sliding against your skin with every movement. your panties, pushed hastily to the side, were soaked with your arousal — same as the floor beneath you. zilla's thickness stretched and filled you completely, your walls clenching around him, trying to draw him even deeper.

"that's it, mama," he panted, his hips pounding you against the wall. "take this dick. show me how much you missed it."

you arched your back, pressing your chest against his as you sought more friction. zilla's free hand slid down to grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he lifted you slightly, changing the angle. the new position had him hitting your g-spot with every stroke, and you saw stars behind your closed eyelids. you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back, urging him on. your nails raked down his muscular back, leaving small rips in his tank top. zilla dipped his head, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts.

your breath hitched as your belly started to tighten around his dick. zilla let out a quiet menacing chuckle into your ear, "wassup baby? you wanna cum? keep wettin' this dick up. make that shit spit fa me."

tears pricked your eyes as you shut them tightly. the pressure built up in your stomach and cum dripped down your legs — unable to store all of it in your pussy with his dick pummeling inside of you. zilla groaned, feeling your walls clench around him. "that's it, baby," he praised, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "fuck, I'm gonna cum. want me to fill you up, mama?"

your eyes were crossed and your head was spent, only focusing on the feeling of cumming all over him and the pleasure radiating through your body.

he let out a groan as he released every drop of his cum into you without thinking twice. his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge. he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. some of it running down his dick, to his legs, and onto the floor. It felt too good to pull out and he wasn’t going to.

as you both came down from your high, zilla slowly removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with a tender kiss on your bottom lip as you continued to shake and twitch in his arms. the feeling of his warm cum so deep inside you, triggering another mini orgasm. your body continued to convulse as every nerve ending in your body exploded, "yo ass happy you finally got some dick?"

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(think i might make this a series tbh.)

[cringefailvox]

what do u think abt the dynamic of the vees? they’re truly a fucked up lil family hehe and i wonder how they work in relation to one another ! also specifically val and vox ! i think it’s interesting how there’s some respect between them considering their different strengths lol ( porn and tech/news)

TY FOR ASKING bc i looove the vees so bad.

vox + valentino: most obvious, they're that messy on/off couple with severe issues that nonetheless do genuinely care about each other at the end of the day. val breaks his phone, vox screams in his face, they giggle and dance together, they have the range. they might rile each other up and throw each other under the bus for petty reasons, but in a life or death situation, they protect each other without hesitation. power vacillates between them like a seesaw. manipulative, toxic beyond belief, unexpectedly wholesome - they're made for each other.

valentino + velvette: i just know these bitches live for the drama. they keep each other updated on the latest gossip, they make fun of vox together, they're that awful best friend duo from high school who look at you like you're a bug under their shoes and then they skip class to go vape in the bathroom. val is very fond of her and she likes the attention, but she also gets easily annoyed with his lack of impulse control and inability to play a long con like her & vox. i think she's also one of the few people in existence that val won't sexualize (both bc she'd kill him and bc he sees her as a real person, not a toy).

velvette + vox: these two are the real power houses of the vees. i think vox was a mentor figure of sorts at the beginning, impressed by her ambition and drive, who gave her the tools to succeed and then stood back and watched as she clawed her way rightfully to the top. he respects her and her take-no-shit attitude. she loves him as much as she sees right through his bullshit, and even though she knows he needs her for his empire to function, she acknowledges that she needs his support too. they're both strong leaders and rule their employees with an iron fist. vel doesn't hesitate to call him for backup and both her and val trust vox to take care of them.

vox + val + vel: most importantly, all of the vees see each other as equals. they're all self-obsessed tyrants who view everyone around them as lessers EXCEPT FOR one another. at any given moment, all of them are thinking "i can't believe i'm the only sane one here." vel rolls her eyes and buries her face in her phone while voxval make out with each other over dinner, vox/vel stop val from doing something crazy and impulsive again, vel/val physically drag vox away from his desk to make him take a break from his work.

you disrespect one of the vees, you disrespect all of them. they're fiercely protective of each other and they still let vox humiliate himself on live television for shits and giggles. they're terrible. they love each other. they're a family in every sense of the word, dysfunction and all. they enable each other's worst tendencies while also keeping each other in check. they are everything they are the moment

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

And secondly I wanted to ask if you could write a yandere Law, Kidd and Luffy with a female reader who is also pretty strong? Like she has her own pirate crew and people actually fear and adore her? Her personality would be really badass yet sarcastic and cocky 👀 you know the casual bad bitch material 🤭💅

Handle it~..

The sound of your ships door opening caught people’s attention as you smirked, walking out of your ship to the island you just drifted on with subordinates behind you. You stretched and felt the wind blow flow through your hair as you grinned even wider.

“Agh! Finally we’re on land! I was getting tired of you guys for a second.”

You said while placing a hand on your hip, the sound of the waves crashing against your ship ringing through your ears. Your second and third in command both laugh as you looked around the island you just set foot on.

Paying no kind of attention to the people gawking at you rather curiously, you tapped your chin on with your (f/c) painted nails showing.

“Hmm I wonder where those idiots are anyway..”

You said with a pondering look, glancing at your ship and the crew members on board talking and laughing. Though, they didn’t dare to talk to loud or saying anything obnoxious because they knew you didn’t mess around.

Walking around the city you started to look for the three idiots you met in sabaody. Two years have passed since you saw them and you couldn’t help but wonder how they would react to the new you that everyone fears but adores. While you were walking around those eyes kept following you like no tomorrow,

Although you were used to it, the attention was getting rather tiring. Turning around to the few of the people who’d been staring at you, you gave them a glare. Not like a warning but one with meaning and like you suspected they would do, they immediately looked away. Your lips curved into a smile as you continued to walk along your way.

Still walking along the street you spotted a bar up ahead. “..I could use a drink..those three can wait” you muttered to yourself as you began to walk over but suddenly you heard a loud yell. An..excited yell..from a voice that you knew very very well..

But before you could even turn around or get a word out, two hands were on your hips. The pair of arms then stretched an wrapped around your waist as a faint gasp left your lips.It was almost like fast motion as you felt yourself being pulled to a muscular but warm body.

“W-What the- Luffy?!!”

You Saïd as you were then pulled with so much force, colliding into a strong body.

Your head was a bit dizzy as you placed a hand on it but once everything calmed down you were able to see what you suspected in the first place, your crazy rubber boy! “Luffy!” You laughed and yelled excitedly with a grin. You heard a faint chuckle as those rubber arms wrapped around your waist again.

“You’re lucky that I haven’t see your goofy ass in a long time or else I would’ve killed you for that little stunt!!” You laughed while pulling his cheek and glancing at his it stretched from his face. A surprised look came over his face but he smiled nonetheless and chuckled again.

“Hah!! Yeah sorry! I just haven’t seen you in a while and it was getting sooo boring with Traffy and jaggy!”

Your eyebrows furrowed, jaggy and…traffy?…who was he referring to?..now blinking the two you’ve been looking for besides Luffy popped in your mind like a bubble.

“Wait..do you mean Law and Kidd?..”

You asked with a slight smile, raising an eyebrow with a chuckle erupting from your throat. Now looking into his eyes, something seemed..different. Not like the Luffy you knew and loved..there was something just off about the look on his face..

Before you knew it, his arms and grip on you slowly started to tighten. This caused you to blink in surprise as you looked up at him and expected him to at least acknowledge this but, he just kept grinning like everything was normal.

Blinking again you opened your mouth to say something, but of course, someone beat you to it.

“He means we’re here and we’ve found you idiot.”

A voice said with a slight scoff it was deep and almost monotone..Kidd! You immediately thought, Grinning you turned around, jumping on him in a hug. “Kidd!! You’re back!! You look even stupider than before aww!!!” You saw the pirate with cherry red hair cheeks turn even redder than his hair while he tried to gently pry you off.

“H-Hey!! Let go of me you little-”

“Y/N!! Let go of that stupid monkey and hug me!!”

“Who are you calling a stupid monkey, jackass?!?”

You laughed as you held your stomach and stumbled back, bumping into a broad chest.

“O-Oops! Sorry sir I just-”

A smirk on the ‘death surgeon’ immediately landed on his lips as your face lit up.

“Law!!!” You Saïd while hugging him with a laugh, squeezing him even tighter than you did with Kidd or Luffy, making them both pout and glare at the third devil fruit user. A light pink blush dusted Law’s face as he awkwardly patted your back and side hugged you. “Hello Y-Y/N-ya..nice to see you again..”

Letting go of him and you placed your hands on your hips with a big smile that could bright you any persons day, especially theirs.

“I can’t believe it’s actually you guys!! You better prepare yourselves because a lot has changed!”

You said with a playful wink, earning chuckles and smirks. The ones that were so nostalgic..

Sooner or later you would regret tremendously even coming here…

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For the rest of the day you spent it with them, laughing and updating each other on how things have been and everyone’s lives. As luffy babbled on about an adventure that happened recently you hummed and handed Kidd another one of your shopping bags.

Almost all three of the men were carrying stuff you bought and Luffy didn’t seem to mind much at first since Nami or Robin probably did it to him all the time and he was used to it, but looking at a the other two almost made you burst out into a fit of laughter.

“Why do you guys look like that? What? You can’t carry a few bags for a lady such as myself?”

You said teasingly while flipping your hair in their direction with another laugh. You got a growl and a small sigh of annoyance and giggled evilly to yourself.

Kidd rolled his eyes again his grim expression still there but his eyebrow rose, “oh yeah?! And if your such a damn ‘lady’ than why are we carrying it for you?!”

“Y/N-ya i see nothing in your hands..”

“Guys quit interrupting my story!!!”

“SHUT UP IDIOT!”

You smiled and chuckled at their behavior. They haven’t changed one bit you thought, but just then, there was yelling. Alarms went off and everyone turned around to see what was going on.

The all for of you weren’t faxed that much of course because you’re pirates, a robbery was a walk in the park for you! They quickly got serious however when three of the robbers came running towards you with guns and knives,

Tensing up, Kidd clenched his teeth and made a rather aggressive gesture to move out the way clenching fist while having a dark vibe about him..

Luffy jumped up and grabbed his fist, ready to punch the living shit out if anyone who even dared to glare at you.

“Y/N!! Get out the way!!”

They all barked, Law brought out his hand to activate his devil fruit and clenching the sheet of his sword with a look on his face that made you feel very uneasy..like you just ate something you weren’t supposed to..

Raising an eyebrow and ignoring the feeling, you simply rose an eyebrow. Did they really think you couldn’t handle a bunch of low classed thieves by yourself? Scoffing and turning around to face them, you simply raised up your leg and..

WHACK!!!

Your heel connected with the robbers face causing his nose to start bleeding. He backed away and groaned in pain.

Y-You bitch-”

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before landed another kick to his stomach, spinning around with your foot in the air you hit the other two with ease, taking out your sword and landing a slash on all three of their chests. Blood dripped as you out your sword back on your sheath.

Laughing at their shocked expressions you shrugged and smiled.

“What? I told you I’ve changed!” You Saïd with a wink as you the looked around. “Hey let’s hit up a bar!! I’m tired of walking, it’s so much work!” You said while batting your eyelashes and fanning your face like you were in dire heat.

You saw Kidds eye twitch and Luffy get comically irritated.

“We’ve been carrying your bags all day!!! What do you mean?!”

You laughed again as Law just sighed, but faintly you could see a smile paint on his face.

On the way to the bar you were…confused about the three’s conversation.

It was like they were bout you leaving with one of them and joining one of their crews..when you tried to butt in about it they would completely dismiss you! It honestly seemed like they refused to have you sail the sea by yourself anymore..

You felt like a child whose parents were ignoring your need for a toy and it was annoying..no matter how hard you tried to tell them, they just dismissed the whole idea of you being alone.

Just wait until they find out you had your own crew now..

“Hey Y/N when you’re aboard on my ship keep all that girly shit in your space okay? I don’t want it crowding my ship!!”

“What are you going on about you stupid monkey?! When she’s on my ship she’ll-”

“Hey guys look!! A bar! Let’s head in yeah?”

They all look surprised and a little flabbergasted but just shrugged casually.

“Sure!.”

Drink after drink, you started to lose yourself. You made a mental note to not drink too much because you knew that you were the type of drinker to reveal every last secret you had when you got too much alcohol in your system. The more loose you became however..and the your cheeks flushed with the buzzing feeling of your senses loosing their touch, you couldn’t put it down.It certainly didn’t help that the three other pirates you were drinking with wouldn’t stop encouraging ‘one more drink.’ Eventually it happened, you drank to much and it all slipped out.

You started to blabber nonstop about your crew in very very descriptive detail, not even realizing how silent they became when you were talking their ears off. A smile was on your face when you talked about te thing would most likely change your life forever..

Half an hour passed and you were starting to feel strange..something definitely wasn’t right..the three had become much more silent now and even left for a bit.

Why did they do that?

Where did they go?

Something’s wrong..

Thoughts were buzzing around in your mind as you clenched the counter with a gulp, a lump forming in your throat. You faintly remember law handing you a drink, he said it was a special kind that the bartender made for people who could hold their alcohol well..

“Bullshit..”

You muttered as everything began to spin faster and faster. Attempting to get up you slowly breathed in and out but then, you heard the door squeak open. Turning your head rather quickly you spotted all three of them. Kidd, Law and Luffy but now you knew that something was off, no not even off. Something was seriously wrong! Even though your vision was blurry and your head felt heavier than a boulder you could definitely saw something red drip from their clothes and hands.

Mumbling something that was mostly incoherent you tried to get up, slurring that you needed to get back to your ship. The smirks and smiles on their faces immediately faded as a loud sigh was heard. With your eyebrow raised you were about to ask what was that long sigh about but you were immediately picked up by Kidd like you were nothing.

His muscular hand lingered on your bottom for a bit before he carefully moved it up to your back. As they left the bar you could hear them arguing loudly about whose ship you would be staying on. You tried to say at least one word but could barely even move. Did law use his medicine to paralyze you?

No…he wouldn’t do that..they all would immediately hear you out once you could explain the situation of you having your own crew and ship..right..?

Slowly, you felt a callused thumb rub against your back as you continue to mumble incoherently about how this was wrong and how you had your own life. That you didn’t need them to protect you!

A faint chuckle could be heard from beside you. You shakily looked over and saw Law smirking and Luffy grinning at you.

“What’s the matter Y/N-Ya?” Law asked, his voiced sounding quite mocking as he stuffed his free hand in his pocket.

Luffy then butted in and gently put his straw hat on your head big smile, his kind eyes almost making you forget about this whole situation.

“Ya don’t think that we can Handle It?~”

Omg I love this smmm 😭😭 I was planning to post this tomorrow night but I wanted to do it in the day time for ONCE lol, I’m finally on my fall break yayyyy!! I’m so happy! I’ll finally be a blue to focus on my beloved blog now! I missed you guys sm honestly <3 I hope you liked this!! 🎀🌸💖💖💕❤️❤️🌸🌸🌸

Bye my pretty petals! Until next time!!

[rdbrainz]

info post 💪 this one may read a bit stranger than the last one because i just translated the text i initially wrote down in russian (lazy ass) sorry in advance Volto Pirro Ljung Number 3 Zanpakuto: Pazuzu, a rapier twisted into a cone-like shape with golden wings and a skull on its guard Resurrección: Vulture Other: h - 187cm, w - around 84kg, he's not particularly large, but he's also not skinny Status at the end of the story: Alive, location unknown

Volto is the direct personification of someone surrounded by the wrong company. And not so much a company that instills bad habits and opinions, but a company that makes you feel alone. Despite being the number 3, Volto is both an outcast and an integral part of the troupe. He is Pierrot. This is his role, and it's often the subject of jokes and ridicule from the other Arrancar. No theater or circus performance can do without a sad clown because other people's grief is funny. Ljung doesn't share the views of the other members of the troupe about the importance of fun and entertainment in life. He does understand them, because he has been in the same boat as them for hundreds of years now, but he can't find the strength to be content with the same things as others. There is simply nothing to smile about. He has a somewhat nihilistic outlook on life and considers his situation hopeless. But he is still firmly convinced that the seeker will always find either death or answers to his own questions. Only he doesn't know what exactly he should be looking for. As he will realize later - the right people. He clearly understands his position in the group and in this world. He is still here, despite the condescending attitude of others, only because he is useful and there is no point in running away - he has explored Hueco Mundo from high up several times, each time convincing himself even more that there is NOTHING there, and in the human world, he will forever remain a stranger. And there was nothing to do there alone anyway. So Volto simply accepted his fate, smothering the last shreds of hope. He sees his own salvation in fulfilling the troupe's goal, whether it be his own death or world domination. In fact, Volto isn't half as pessimistic as he appears in the story, he's just tired and apathetic due to circumstances. If you strip away all that, you'll find that he has a rather rebellious attitude and a kind, relaxed personality. He's no stranger to emotions and feelings. He's also a cunning son of a bitch and knows a lot about others because he's omnipresent, even though you may not even realize he's around. A moderately cruel but loyal friend. My friend once said he has a hippie vibe and she's probably right. Well, bro is something between a metalhead and a hippie, if we're gonna get into archetypes. Volto is very interested in befriending Ikkon, as they are both loners with untapped talents and potential, but it is to no avail. He constantly follows him around the building whenever the opportunity presents itself and tries to strike up a conversation one way or another. Agreda, as you can imagine, doesn't like that very much. But the two of them have developed a close bond nonetheless.

His ability is to manipulate flesh while absorbing enough of its biomaterial - either the flesh itself or blood. With the living, it is limited in time and effect (plus, the amount he's eaten also plays a role), but with the dead, he can do whatever he wants, up to completely altering the body structure into something completely different - like weapons, wings, or decorative elements. The formation of the troupe was by no means an easy or quick process and "selecting the cast" and establishing the rules of coexistence left behind mountains of corpses, almost all of which Volto got to use. Even now, what remains after his comrades-in-arms falls into his hands. From ones deliberately killed for some peculiarity that would come in handy, to decapitated victims of Ikkon's doings. As time went on, the presence of once-living puppets around him began to take a toll on Volto. No matter how depersonalized he tried to make them, the thought of their origins would not leave him. Activating his Resurrección gives Volto wings with a very large spread and an additional joint that allows him to fold them over his head like a roof. On the back side, they look normal, but on the underside, they are not fully covered in plumage and are full of a large number of strange-looking furrows of flesh and holes from which poison or poisonous gas oozes. Also possesses a deadly breath. The ability aims to take either the life of the victim or someone around them as quickly as possible to use as a puppet later. In short, pessimism is contagious, it poisons not only your life but also those around you, you know *wink-wink*. The power of his wings easily helps him to lift sand into the air and make sandstorms. Pazuzu is a demon of winds, bringing death and drought. Was named after an archetype of Italian theatrical masks (if you can call it that) that most resemble a human face without emotion - Volto. Pirro is a variation of the spelling of Pierrot's name, and the last name Ljung belongs to the Norwegian bass player from Zeromancer, Kim Ljung.

[deaddovehasbeeneaten]

On Rowan, Michael and corruption (kink) - a meta post (7h)

For Rowan and Michael both being extremely het and boring in bed and not really practicing anything besides service and slight rape kink, they're both into corruption a lot. The more I think about it the more sure I am that their entire intimacy, not just sex, is built around it. And they each feel it in both ways, actually. Alright, let me explain.

From Rowan's point of view, she is corrupting Michael as the Witch. She's an evil person with hidden, selfish agendas she's imposing upon him. Her family curse extends from her to him as well and it eats him up. In her desperation, she's dragged him from his life in San Francisco and she keeps him by her side for all the same reasons.

At the same time, Michael is corrupting her because he spoils her rotten. He gives her love she doesn't deserve, and he constructs a family life for her and all the other Mayfairs, even though she, and all of her kind, are evil. He makes her softer, he seemingly evaporates her lifelong loneliness. He gets under her skin, and he forgives everything she wasn't able to forgive herself for decades. He keeps on loving her even after she horribly mistreats him.

From Michael's point of view he is corrupting Rowan because he's utterly unsuited for her. He's much older than she, and when they first meet and fall in love his life is in shambles. Not only is he disturbing her perfect career, but he's subjecting her to his way of life as well, away from what she's always known, he wants that family life, he wants kids, and she never seemed to care for such a thing.  

Rowan is corrupting him because she keeps on giving everything he ever secretly wanted. By this, I mean very simple things such as unlimited freedom in renovating what is essentially his heart house, or the rough sex but also things that are deeply personal for him, such as the name of their child, the child itself.

They reflect in this, they both think they're unworthy, but at the same time they're two dumb bitches saying 'exactlyyyyy' to each other every time they're alone and I see that as another type of corruption (kink, I will get to the kink part in a minute). A nice example of this happens the morning after they spend their first night together.

Rowan admits to all of her crimes (those she knows of) in an active attempt to push Michael away. He dismisses all the murder with almost a wave of his hand. Given what we learn about him later it's very likely he'd even kill some of these people himself, on Rowan's account (Graham).

Even though Rowan doesn't have to accept anything quite as drastic about Michael at the time, she's very willing to look past multiple red flags, either connected directly to him or to their situation, and later she goes on to forgive Michael murder, adultery and statutory rape (among other things!).

To relate all of this back to the way they have sex, we can look at their semi-explicit sex scene from Taltos and then some other parts of the book. In it, it's no new information that Rowan likes it rough. 'Rape from both sides' in her own words but her willingness to be 'raped' outright by Michael (and no other man) is nonetheless striking. It's not only to relieve him physically, it's also for her own mental state. She thinks she deserves it, it's meant to be her punishment, and it's the only way she can take pleasure from him because she's bad and he's already corrupted so he can only obey her (until he doesn't but that's a different story).

I'm hesitant to say if Michael's conviction of his corrupting Rowan translates to the sex so directly as well. He's more ashamed of his preferred way of sex than she is of hers but that has little to do with corruption, or Rowan personally.

The one thing I will mention is his seeming eagerness to put all of the shared sins committed since they married behind them. He encourages Rowan to do it, repeatedly, he openly condones it to her. The reasons he does this are complicated and not focused on, but I think they're at the very least rooted in his desire to help her and be with her.

With this I'm pointing out that he went from desperately wishing for a family and a house full of playing children to only wanting her and her recovery - so much in fact he's willing to personally ask Lestat (her lover as well as the ideal tool for suicide, for Rowan) for help. This transformation is corruption, and I also think it's very erotic.

[scolek]

Scolek's Pripara OC Digest 2k23: Spreadsheet and Idol Land Hype Edition

the anime that saved my life is gonna be on my phone in literally a week.

THE SPREADSHEET:

obviously there is more data i can enter but for now it was sorting out the mychara parts situation.

UNIT: GLOWING MILE

Two college freshmen still wet behind the ears from their days at Paprika and an English teacher from Avocado somehow end up in a unit together.

LEADER: HIKARU

legally blind, can play 4 different instruments, and a total party pooper. hikaru used to be a big shot in pripara, but when his partner, hotaru, disappeared, he quit. until, in his final year of highschool, suna showed up.

SUNA

extremely popular and elegant, so it's very gap moe that she's an easily excitable nerd who has never met a bad idea in her life (this is not due to her own good fortune but rather her own poor judgement). latched onto the rather serious hikaru like a baby bird imprinting, and dragged him back to pripara where she accidentally became a kami idol after entering pripara in porocco, wandering around, and somehow exiting in parajuku.

SAMII

it's me but its also not. like, im not an english teacher at avocado. im not an anything teacher at anywhere. but that doesnt matter its pripara time bitches.

UNIT: ROYAL LOVE BUG

childhood friends otome and kinoko have a yuri moment in pripara on their first day of middle school and accidentally birth a vocal doll during said yuri moment.

LEADER: OTOME

a naive and out of touch rich girl who always sees the bright side and wont let an injustice slide, ever. she prefers sitting in the gazebo and drinking tea, but will without hesitation get down in the mud and dig with kinoko.

KINOKO

kinoko loved to go camping with her sister hotaru, but then hotaru disappeared, so she went camping by herself. kinoko spends a lot of time alone in the woods, foraging for her namesake and looking for beetles. but as close as she has been with otome, and as close are they will become, she has never thought to invite otome to go camping with her. in her mind, it is not an option. shes curious to a fault, except for when it comes to her own emotions.

VALALA A MORE

valala was in the process of being born for decades, maybe even centuries. the sheer amount of girls who found love with other girls in pripara, each unknowingly adding their own spark of life to what would eventually become a fully fledged vocal doll, cannot be understated. it was just coincidence that otome and kinoko's first kiss was the final straw, but being birthed into existence in front of it was, to valala, destiny. she wants so very much to rise to the top with her moms, hand in hand, the very manifestation of love.

UNIT: ETERNAL OMEN

LEADER: RYUU

the 3000 year old azure dragon whose domain of pangri-la exists deep within the woods of pripara. they are evil. they kidnapped hotaru because she had a very strong prism voice, and has kept her captive for years.

HOTARU

there is not much point in describing who hotaru was before. a wonderful sister to kinoko, a perfect match in her duo with hikaru, talented, shining, destined for great things. that was four years ago. hotaru's prism voice hasnt waned, a testament to her will, but her will is all thats left. its a comfortable prison, a gilded cage, but a prison nonetheless.

KURORO

danpri has a lot of shadows. dark alleys and dimly lit corners. kuroro is a manifestation of them. his personality is muted, as all aspects of him are, but the darkness is not merely a place where monsters lurk. it is somethimes that, which is why he has no qualms about working with ryuu, but the darkness can also be a haven, a quiet place where wonder, mystery, and even hope can flourish without tyranny to stamp them out. he's too awkward to give hotaru real hope, but he's trying.

expect to see more of these fuckers.......extremely soon!!!

[t4li-the-f4g]

I should do one of them pinned posts shouldn't I

Hello and Welcome!

The Basics

- 18+ Blog. I'm not going to insist all my followers list their exact age but I will block anyone I believe may be a minor, so at least indicate you're an adult please 🔞

- We're a system! Can't be assed going back and changing all the pronouns in this post now we're adding this, but blog is mainly two three? headmates and we're gonna start tagging our posts accordingly:

💜 - ze/zir transfag, mostly-subby verse, bi

💀 - they/she dyke, stone top dom, (mostly) lesbian

🩵 - he/him gay-leaning-bi trans guy, service top/pleasure dom with a selfish streak

- Bi polyam switch/vers, usually somewhere in the sub/top quadrant, but I have never made a decision in my life 😇

- I am also a fat ftm femboy fagdyke - if you have an issue with me using any of those words for myself, this isn't a space for you 💖

- Being proud of my fat body doesn't make me a gainer/feedist, you guys can interact but please don't implicate me in your fantasies without consent🤘

- T4T is fun and hot but I am also very fond of several cis people (even cis men!!!) in various capacities, and if you try to tell me they Inherently Bad And Evil I will block you, no questions. 💙

More detail on Kinks, Boundaries and Hard Nos below the cut!

Kinks

My kink practise falls under the RACK (risk-aware consensual kink) umbrella. I'm gonna do my best to tag my posts from now on, but if any of the following are potentially triggering to you I can't guarantee this will be a safe space:

- CNC, free use, somno, intox play (not keen on using the word "rape" myself but will reblog it, tagged #r-word)

- Pain/fear, impact play, knifeplay

- Bondage/restraint, choking, collaring

- Edging/denial, humiliation & degradation, chastity

- Monsterfucking, size difference

Boundaries

- In public posts: say what you like in comments/reblogs/tags (aside from hard limits) - if I'm actively into it, I'll play along, if not I'm glad you're having fun ^-^

- In Asks/DMs: if we don't know each other, I ask you be respectful to start off (if we have a rapport already, you can be as disrespectful as you please 😳)

- I use traffic light safewords:

Green = all good keep going,

Yellow = this is okay but don't go any further

Red = Stop

- Words you can use for me:

Any gendered language so long as respect that I am a Guy. A femboy, yes, a pretty boy, absolutely, but a Dude nonetheless! So you can call me girly things, but do not call me a girl, gotcha? 🏳️‍⚧️

As a Dom, Sir/Daddy are all good, but I'm open to suggestions.

As a Sub, honestly, call me whatever you want. Slut, whore, pretty boy, faggot, good boy, little bitch... Have fun with it ☺️

- Words I tend to use for my body: Chest, tits, dick, tdick, clit, pussy, hole (and any variant thereof)

Hard limits

- DDLG/anything vaguely incesty (calling each other "daddy" is allowed but that's it)

- Scat + Body Fluids (except blood, blood's hot)

- Misgendering (again, I am a pretty little femboy when I wanna be, but always with emphasis on the boy) Idk maybe a lil forcefemming can be done? But don't be surprised if i safeword

[turvi]

Headcanon

Thank you for the request @reiketsunomizunomegami hope you like it.

Young Severus Snape x Slytherin Reader

You were known as the ice bitch. While you hated that name you knew why students like to call you that. And you didn't care. One cold glare from you was enough to make students scatter. You would be lying if you said you hated this feeling

Your parents were one of the most influential and wealthy wizards but you never needed their power and wealth to assert your dominance over people.

But that never stopped some boys from trying to win you over. While some boys tried to win you over for your wealth most were enamored by your beauty.

'You are so beautiful you should smile some more' 'oh yeah? maybe you could do that for me when I kick you between your legs'

You didn't think you would ever have feelings for someone. Until you saw him. His long greasy hair, onyx eyes, aquiline nose. You didn't know his name and you were cursing yourself at how you missed someone like him.

Many times you would catch yourself staring at him, your heart fluttering when he catches you staring at him.

You couldn't stop yourself from glancing at him every now and then. You had a love-hate relationship with this feeling. On one hand, you hated to feel like this because it made you feel vulnerable but you also loved how it felt whenever you saw him

As some other snobby Slytherin was talking to you, you still couldn't stop glancing at this boy. 'So my father told me that I am capable of inheriting his wealth very soon since I am so capable' 'yeah right uh who is that?' to be honest you couldn't hear a word he said you were busy looking at your man who was sitting under a tree reading his potion book. Excuse me! YOUR MAN?

'Oh him I honestly don't know if I should feel bad for him or resent him' 'why is that?' 'well the marauders bully him and well he is one ugly git'

The boy in front of you turned around to see you giving him your infamous murderous look. You heard him gulp. 'Name' 'Arthur' 'I am asking his name' ' Severus Snape'. He ran away quicker than a chicken.

'Severus Snape' you couldn't stop a slight smile that grew on your face. Even his name is beautiful. You said his name a few more times to see how it would feel to call him yours. Now you could ask him out.

The only issue is that you don't know how to. Obviously, this isn't your first time talking to a boy. Hell, you can punch a boy right now if you wanted you just because you could. But feelings? That was not your department.

But you were not the only one struggling with their feelings. Currently Severus was seated with his friends at the Great Hall when he saw you pass by. You walked with such grace and elegance it almost felt like the whole school was kneeling in front of you.

Lucius noticed this 'Mate you have been eyeing her for weeks why don't you ask her out?' 'Is this a sick joke Malfoy? Have you seen her? Most importantly have you seen me?'

You noticed obviously that Severus was different than you. Where he wore hand me downs you wore something new and fresh everyday. But despite these differences you wanted to ask him out and really get to know him. So you asked for Narcissa's help.

Let's just say Narcissa was very happy to introduce you two. 'Oh Godric it's finally happening our Y/n is in love and with none other than Severus. Oh I knew you would love him'.

Slowly and steadily with a lot of effort from both of you (more like Narcissa and Lucius) eventually you and Severus were together. Severus had believed this relationship will be shortlived due to how rich and powerful your parents were nonetheless he still made efforts to win your heart everyday and to no ones surprise it worked everytime.

Both you and Severus were not clingy lovers but would hold hands give a few kisses here and there when no one is looking. When you first kissed him on his cheeks he hid his blushing cheeks behind his hair which you then tucked behind his ears. 'Don't hide yourself'. His heart would flip with how soft you were with him

Other? eh not so much. Specially not marauders who were bullying him. You would tell him that you are not soft with him and to prove a point he asks to let his hand go you would hold it tighter.

One day they cornered him 'Is it true Snivellus? Is ice bitch your girlfriend now?' 'Don't call her that' 'Aww look he is angry now' 'Padfoot I think he spread the rumour I mean have you seen her no way she is with a greasy git like him'

And you hexed him you couldn't take it anymore. 'Say another word about my boyfriend and I'll hex you again this time it will hurt more'.

Needless to say they knew what you were capable of and ran away. 'You didn't have to do that' 'Yeah I didn't have to but I wanted to' 'Why?' 'Because Severus I don't know if you noticed this but it heals my soul to watch you smile and my heart beats for you and you only so Merlin forbid if someone hurts you I will show them hell'

Slowly you got comfortable with each other and hug for a minute longer, kiss for a second longer. After two years of dating you decided it was good time to introduce him to your parents. He wasn't nervous actually he was scared. He didn't want to lose you and he thought it was possible when your parents get to know that he was not wealthy or powerful.

He was surprised to see your father greet him warmly. When your hugged him his eyes teared up. 'Oh Severus it is so good to finally meet you, Y/n told me so much about you' 'MA!'.

He was sated with the hearty meal your mother cooked for him and all the childhood stories she had to provide. Even though it was embarrassing your heart was singing watching Severus laugh heartedly. He held your hand underneath the table and caressed your palm with his fingers.

When dinner was over your father talked with Severus separately while your mother talked to you. 'You are happy' 'I am ma, he makes me happy always will' 'Well looks like I have a wedding to arrange' 'How do you already know he will marry me' 'because he looks at you like your father used to look at me'.

You both were returning to your humble abode. When he looked at you he knew how wrong those people were about you because no one loved him like you and no one will. Maybe the children you both will have. But that is a conversation for next time. Severus was blushing and actually very happy and glad that he asked your father for your hand in marriage. Your father already patting his back and telling him that he already has his blessing.

'So you talk to your mother about me?' you were blushing profusely Godric he has really made you soft. 'Only sometimes' you replied with a cheeky smile and he pressed a sweet kiss on your lips.

A year later you got married and you were officially known as Mrs. Snape. Some peers from Hogwarts were surprised to watch you smile so much while for others it was their first time watching you smile.

[paradisetemporarilymisplaced]

So I was being a basic bitch the other day and listening to my true crime podcasts when it occurred to me just how suspicious Nile’s “death” would look to everyone not in the Guard, leading me to a train of thought that, 2200 words later, absolutely got away from me but I can’t let go so I’m inflicting it on all of you!

To set the stage, we know the movie takes place over approximately a week. Here’s what happens to Nile from the military’s point of view:

She dies is very seriously injured

She heals without a scratch

Just before she’s supposed to be shipped out to Germany, she vanishes, leaving two men concussed (and presumably reporting being knocked out by a woman with short hair wearing civilian clothes)

She goes AWOL for several days

They get word from the CIA that she is to be reported killed in action (details unclear)

So, at the beginning of this very weird week, the USMC has to tell Nile’s family of her death critical injury. What her family was told depends on how long she was dead – a Google search tells me that family will be notified in person within 8 hours of a soldier’s death, but we don’t know how long her first death lasted. For an injury, however, they’d get a phone call to notify them and the unit would arrange for them to visit as soon as the soldier is transferred out of a combat zone. Like I remember when I was in high school, a guy from my church who was a Marine was really seriously injured in a helicopter crash in Iraq and from what I could tell, his parents were told immediately and were flown out to Germany to see him, so it stands to reason that Nile’s family would have been informed relatively quickly after her throat was slashed, one way or another.

And then, she goes AWOL. Her family would be notified while the USMC tried to figure out where she went, not least because the military would want to know if she’s contacted them. (And it’s possible that her family may have been on the way to Germany to see her since we know that’s where she was supposed to go!) So for several days:

Nile’s mom and brother have no idea where she is

They know she was seriously injured and most certainly should not have been moving around on her own

They can’t get a hold of her

The military can’t tell them anything

And the next thing they know for sure is that she was “killed in action.” After being injured and vanishing into thin air. And they presumably cannot produce her body or any concrete evidence of her death. In any case, something sketchy is going on, so they’re like. SMELLS LIKE A MILITARY COVERUP.

In a surprise to probably no one, there is a well-documented legacy of mysterious US military deaths, particularly of women of color (TW for sexual assault in these links). The cases of LaVena Johnson and Vanessa Guillenin particular have made national news because of their families’ persistence in seeking justice. Likewise, Nile is a Black woman, and her mom and brother are most certainly hypercognizant of (a) state violence against Black people and (b) these high-profile cases of suspicious military deaths. So her family are seriously side-eyeing the situation, knowing that (a) the military has a serious incentive (and a documented history) of covering up things that make them look bad and (b) nothing about Nile’s disappearance and supposed death are adding up.

And Andy’s right. Nile does come from warriors. And you know who else does? Her brother.

Don’t get me wrong. Nile’s mom would absolutely not back down. She’d know something was up and want to get to the bottom of it. But based on what I know about Gen X parents (mine), they’re not the most technologically savvy. Like they can use the internet, but they didn’t grow up with it the way we young millennials and Gen Z did. So Nile’s brother takes the lead. And what do zillennials do best?

Social media.

Nile’s brother starts going hard on any site he can, trying to get the word out to see if anyone knows what happened to his sister. He starts a Reddit thread. He starts a Facebook group. He reaches out to the media and true crime bloggers and podcasters à la Sarah Turney, getting loud and being a general nuisance in hopes of getting some answers. He gets his friends and Nile’s friends involved. Maybe eventually Dizzy, Jay, and others from Nile’s unit hear about it and reach out, telling him what they saw and how weird it all was. He’s drumming up interest, and soon “Nile Freeman” becomes a household name (at least among the true crime fans).

Copley is, of course, trying his best, but at this point there is just so much that it’s impossible for him to scrub everything. Sure, he can erase new footage of Nile and the Guard, but what can he do about Reddit threads and podcast episodes that are speculating something weird has happened? Maybe he could hack the sites and shut those things down, but honestly, that’s the last thing he’d want to do, because that only adds weight to the theory that Nile’s disappearance is a military coverup. So eventually he has to tell Andy what’s going on.

Andy, obviously, does not take the news well. However, she is also completely computer illiterate, because that’s Booker’s job and he’s the only one who ever bothered to learn what the internet is in any meaningful way. (She probably calls Booker for advice, and for the record, I think Booker would have no qualms about shutting down conspiracy threads, tinhats be damned, but Copley is too concerned about the consequences. He’s ex-CIA for crying out loud, he knows how it’ll look if they scrub every mention of Nile’s name from the internet.) Maybe she confers with Joe and Nicky but, let’s be honest, they’d be equally unhelpful. So at this point, she knows they have to bring in Nile.

But the thing about Nile is that she, too, knows how to use the internet (duh). Aside from her being a young millennial/digital native, we know from the cave scene where she’s giving Booker suggestions on how to track Copley that she clearly is even more computer savvy than the average person. And for that reason she almost definitely took over the day-to-day tech stuff after Booker’s exile. So I think it would be foolish to expect her to be unaware of what’s happening. She’s not contacting her family or posting on the message boards or anything, but she knows what’s up. So Copley and the team probably sit her down to “break the news,” but we know the girl does not have a poker face (see: literally shooting herself in the foot and not being able to play it cool whatsoever) and cracks immediately, telling them she’s seen everything about her case – she’s not interacting with any of it, she certainly didn’t instigate anything, but she knows. (And she is so goddamn proud of her brother.)

At this point, I’d like to pause and consider Nile’s role in the overall narrative of this movie. She’s set up as a foil to Andy, obviously, but she’s also a foil to Booker. Booker, who, like Andy, is a serious pessimist, but who, unlike Andy, still has very fresh memories and trauma associated with being the new kid, which have destroyed him. In his mind (and Andy’s), if Nile communicates with her family, she’ll become just like him in a century or two – bitter, alone, and stuck with her grief and memories of watching her family die and knowing they died resenting her. It’s a small sample size, but this is the only experience they have to go off of.

But it doesn’t have to be like that.

There’s been a lot of discussion of TOG being a fundamentally queer movie – a group of people brought together because of something inherent about themselves that is different, that must be hidden, that causes others to hate, fear, and reject them. Booker’s backstory is the archetypal traumatic “coming out” story – his family learns who he is, hate him for it, and attempt to cast him out of their lives. He’s stuck with his trauma, his pain, his loss, and it consumes him.

But what if Nile’s family would be the opposite? What if her “coming out” to them as immortal is met with acceptance, love, celebration? What if her family is just overjoyed to have her back, and they don’t care what the circumstances are? I'm reminded of this incredible post from @shitty-old-guard-deaths a while back, where Nile’s mother hits Booker with a frying pan because “my baby let me believe she was dead for FIVE YEARS based on your bad advice???” (which may or may not have inspired this whole tangent). Nile takes the advice of someone who did the same thing she wants to do because she doesn’t want to risk her family’s rejection. She wants the good memories with her family and is afraid that showing them her true self will bring her unbearable pain, forever replacing those memories. But, with high risk comes high reward.

Anyway. Nile and the team are trying to come up with a plan for how to handle this whole thing, but she’s not really participating because she’s too afraid to hope. Until finally, quickly, so she doesn’t lose her nerve, she suggests she reach out to them, knowing that, realistically, that’s the only solution before things snowball even further out of control. The team is shocked, but realize that she has a point. They decide that Copley should actually be the first point of contact, posing as a US government official to talk with them and test the waters.

So Copley goes to Nile’s family’s house to talk with her mom and brother. They’re probably distrustful and apprehensive, but nonetheless secretly ecstatic that their work has paid off. They talk and review all of the information that they’ve collected, including testimonials from the people on Nile’s base and recent sightings (along with photos) of Nile (with the same three people) over the last few years that people have sent them but they haven’t posted publicly. At this point, Copley’s like, yeah this is about to blow up, we gotta put our cards on the table. He convinces them to come with him to some safe house/black site/whatever he can get that is technologically impenetrable (I’m picturing them in like, an interrogation room at a police station kind of deal), takes their phones, locks the doors, and brings in Nile.

What follows is the most delightful reunion scene of all time, bringing Joe, Nicky, and even Andy to tears as they watch and listen from outside the room. With Copley’s help, Nile tells her mom and brother about her immortality and what’s been going on since she died (within reason, of course), and they are thrilled. They don’t understand why (because no one does) but they don’t question it and they see it as a gift from God – she’s been resurrected, she will live, and she has a purpose. Her mother and brother are so happy to see her again and are willing to agree with pretty much anything to stay in her life as long as they can.

So. They set up some complicated agreement (they bring in the other three for support/intimidation as needed) setting the terms of their relationship. They swear Nile’s family to secrecy, maybe bringing up the lab to show how high the stakes are, and they readily agree. They come up with some cover story for Nile’s brother to share on the message boards (maybe that the government has opened an investigation but because it’s an open case he has to shut it all down? Tells people to direct their tips somewhere else? Something to that effect). There’s still speculation, of course, but without Nile’s brother at the helm providing the energy, the hype dies down as news stories are wont to do without any movement. And Nile’s family goes to work for the team. The experience has taught them that Copley can’t possibly do everything himself, especially when it comes to social media, so Nile’s brother takes the lead on the day-to-day tracking/social media while Copley and her mom focus on finding jobs and scrubbing their traces afterward.

So there you have it: Nile gets to integrate her biological family into her found family and spend the rest of their lives with them as it should be, Copley gets some badly needed help managing the reality of social media, the team finally has a positive narrative surrounding outsiders Knowing About Them AND about interacting with people from their previous life, and the audience gets the happy ending to this very lovely and very queer story to counteract the pain associated with Booker’s family.

Plus, you know, I’m a sucker for both a good government conspiracy theory and for Nile getting every good thing she deserves.

[anonymouslosersworld]

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This was requested by @babu-haitani. I hope you like it and I wasn't too late answering your ask. Thank you for reading and loving my work! I really hope you like it.

Warnings: strong language, mentions of killing, slut-shaming, prostitution, Bonten in general. Maybe some ooc'ness and very messy family drama. NSFW themes

For this one-shot, I'm changing the background/setting because well these dudes are built differently but so is your family.

Your family in this one will be complete trash or moderate trash but trash nonetheless.

Toman/Haitani/Tenjiku/black dragon's first-gen {Masterlist 1} {masterlist 2}

Bonten reacts to :

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

Background:

You met your husband when you were young and grew up with him. So it wasn't all that surprising when both of you blurred the lines of childhood friends to something more. When you first started dating your husband, your family believed you were just going through your bad boy toy phase and would probably break up with him as soon as you had better options. So they waited and waited but you two of you stayed together as thick as thieves. So when you went to college/trade school/work that you would meet a young rich thing and just break up with him for this imaginary man. There were many times your family would disrespect your husband (boyfriend at the time) by setting up secret dates with people but you would never show up and you would get the 3rd degree for it.

While you admit what your husband did wasn't ethical or morally right at all but you weren't a saint either. So you don't judge him and help him out lots of times on his "job".

Honestly, it was exasperating dealing with your family and their problem's/drama. They constantly complained about your husband to you and expected you to divorce him and find a better husband.

"Y/n, all his money is dirty!"

"So?"

"He got it by-"

"Look bitch, I know you aren't about to fucking open your mouth to criticize my husband's money when you greedily take it whenever you can."

"!-"

"ALL of you are just gold diggers at best. You all love to live your lives through me because you could never achieve what I can or what my husband can."

"I clothed, fed-"

"gee thanks for doing what was obligated of you when you decided to drop a load inside mom and got her pregnant. What you want some applause for not being deadbeats??"

"HOW DARE YOU! I ought to teach you-!" " How dare I? How dare you! You go kiss his ass when you want money or anything at all but once you got it you want to talk shit about him? If you want to talk shit let talk shit about you!"

"He isn't good enough for you!"

" This family isn't good enough for me! All of you are dumpster-level trash!"

" Y/n you will not speak to your family like this!"

" I don't give a fuck who you are or what you are to me! You are nothing to me!"

"Careful with your words young_"

"I'm not a young anything and you will remember who you are talking to before you decide to run your slutty mouth again too."

"We are your family! We should come first! you need to obey us! We're your parents y/n!"

"In case you haven't noticed I'm a grown-ass married adult. I don't need mommy's permission for anything and I sure as hell don't need your "advice". Look at where that got you!"

" That's it I'm DISOWNing you!"

"Fine by me! You just made my day mom!"

" I can't believe you would choose that disgusting murdering trash over your own family."

"You better believe it because that's what happening right now."

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

Manjiro Sano "Mikey"

Mikey hates your family with a burning passion. The only reason he hasn't killed them or sent Sanzu to deal with them was you.

He was an absolute expert in tunning out your family at this point but he couldn't tune you out.

His dead eyes were locked on you as he leaned on the car as he smoked waiting for you as you were just talking to your family on the outside porch.

Originally you were just going to drop off some money they asked to borrow but Mikey knew he wasn't going to see a dime of it back like always.

He was overall your family squabbles over you marrying him but he wasn't going to let you go now and you weren't letting him go anywhere either. so you were stuck with each other.

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

He chokes on his cigarette as he heard you respond to your father. He couldn't control his coughing and began to choke until one of his men handed him water. He knows you are very blunt but he never would have imagined you saying that to your family.

"I can't believe you would say such a thing!" one of your cousins began to try to scold you

"Oh shut up you uptight bitch. You sell pussy shots at the bar when doing body shots."

" I woul-"

"Oh please, you let eat you out then and there with or without beer that's why you don't know who the father of your child is. Get some birth control if you're going to be doing that!"

You know what, Mikey could get used to talking or hang out with your family if it ends up like this all the time.

Mikey gets reunited with his old self when you talk back to your family.

Haruchiyo Akashi "Sanzu"

He hates coming to your family's home, he hates that they disrespect you and your marriage with him. It pisses him off to no end when your family starts up with their bullshit when he's helping their dumb asses out.

But he's never going to leave you alone to deal with them so he'll loom over you like a giant shadow as you and your family argue. He has half a mind to not interrupt or else a giant shit storm comes out of it.

While he rather not listen to your family, he does in case they say something that'll hurt you.

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

Akashi's eyes widen as the words just hang in the air. He can feel the tension in the room at the moment. He had to catch himself before he laughed hysterically.

how could you just say that out of the blue! And that timing was great. You'd kill it if you were a comedian!

"You revolting SLUT!"

you see that's where he draws the line. No one can insult his baby in front of him.

"You would know, wouldn't you? After all those people you've been with it's no wonder how you got almost all those diseases."

"The clap, Gonorrhea, Chlamydia. Boy, you have the whole bowl of disease no one knew existed. Do I need to say more you whore?"

okay, maybe you got it.

"YOU CAN"T TALK TO ME THAT WAY!"

"When you can respect yourself. maybe I will but so far I see nothing to respect. I wouldn't surprised if I saw you at a corner around midnight!"

"!"

"Oh boo ya whore!"

Yeah this becoming jerry springer for him and he'll just enough the show. maybe your family will go missing...who knows..he sure doesn't

Kakucho Hitto

Kakucho hates your family but understands it's important. He can't stand any of them at all. Man hates them.

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

Kakucho will blush it doesn't matter if he is a hardened criminal. He isn't used to all that talk so he'll try his best not to let it get to him. He'd probably talk shit while having a huge blush on his face. He'll ask one of his men take you to the car while he has a word with your family

"If you don't like my dirty money, don't accept it. I'm only helping because y/n asked. but if you decide to disrespect, my wife, our marriage, and me again. I'll make sure you'll never live another day to enjoy said dirty money."

yeah, I don't think your family bothered you after that.

Kanji Mochizuki

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

His soul has left his body! I repeat his soul has left his body.

Yes, he's one of bonten's top men but he isn't immune to what you say at all.

Sure he can kill a man, talk about a proper way to deal with its body all while having dinner but the moment he heard those word left you mouth he was soulless. Just a shell of his for more self.

when he was younger he didn't really have a girlfriend so he isn't exactly well versed in anything relationship-wise. but you were his whole ass wife and you fluster his way too fucking much for his liking.

Have mercy he promises to do whatever you want just please don't go into more detail than that!

Takeomi Akashi

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

"You're so disgusting!"

"I know you just didn't say that you fucking skanky husband stealing ass."

He doesn't know where to look. So he just looks back and forth as you and your family member just argue.

"wha-"

"what you don't think I know how you try to hit up my husband? How you send him nudes? You think you have something over me bitch? you're so pathetic! Fucking wannabe homewrecker!"

NOW that's news to HIM!! DID your family actually do that??!!

"you just want to be me. You desperate low-life hooker! I have half a mind to beat your fucking ass right now"

This man is hyping you but also trying to calm the situation down but not really.

"awee you can't pay your bills? Too bad! MY husbands' black card goes to buying me sexy lingerie that he rips off me! YOur problems aren't mine or my husband's! Your lucky I delete them so you don't scar my poor husband's eyes!"

He could swear he saw them almost crying but he wouldn't know because you pulled him closer to you and grabbed his ass.

"You see this!?! This is mine go get your own bitch!"

He is now embarrassed and won't let you go anywhere without you promising not to grope his ass.

but low key, like really lowkey he liked it.

Ran Haitani

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

MAn's been a menace since he was young and he's more of a menace now. He smirks so much.

"I can give you right now if you want? I'm always down to give you some sweets all you have to do is ask."

He gives your entire family heart attacks honestly. He'll probably tease you about it later and then tells all of Bonten what you said

He does hate your family though but he's glad you get along with Rindou since that's all the family you really need.

but if you need more Ran's ready to give you one.

Rindou Haitani

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

His soul has left his body and he's choking!

"why would-"

"why would you try to hit on my husband fully knowing he's with me? Did you lose your integrity? Morals? respect? weren't you bitching how he wasn't good enough but he's good enough for you?"

"I_-"

"You complain he doesn't have those virtues but you don't either. But let me give it to you straight so your tiny brain can comprehend it okay?"

"Rindou is mine. You see this ring on his hand and mine? Who do you think gets to screw him? So guess where all his cum goes to? I own him and I don't share. If You even look at my husband and I'll kill you myself."

He's smirking by the end of it while holding your hips. Don't ask him about the light little blush he has on his face. He isn't used to someone fighting over him especially not his lovely wife.

Hajime Kokonoi

“It’s not your husband’s blood running through your veins .”

“Yeah, but his cum does.”

Chokes on air, water, saliva anything in his mouth is a fucking choking hazard. "YOU revolting slu-"

"Shut the fuck up you aren't any better money-grubbing bitch.In fact, none of you have any moral high ground over us"

"excuse me?! DOn't lump me in with trash like you!"

"You work at a prostitute ring and let men into you slimy loose hole for a measly 45 dollars. Ya goods aren't really goods and you can't really sell'em can ya!"

Man is choking! Someone do a Heimlich maneuver on the poor man he can't breathe while his wife spills out the tea!

"Y/n you have to at least listen-"

"No, I don't. In fact, I don't have to do anything at all. I've shown you enough considera-"

"Li-"

"Now I know you just didn't interrupt me you skank cum dumpster."

please baby have mercy he needs mercy! He can't breathe!

[inkykeiji]

break my heart in two, but when it heals it beats for you

character: zenin naoya

genre: smut + angst

notes: aaaaah this is my lil submission for the sewer’s soulmate syndrome collab (and my first collab ever waaah!!!) it’s a curseless soulmate AU with the tiniest hint of the zenin’s being a prominent crime family. please please heed the warnings!! | title credit: back to you by selena gomez

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, incest (reader and naoya are half siblings), mentioned death of a family member (mother), naoya being his misogynistic self, excessive use of the word ‘Daddy’ to refer to their biological father, one (1) instance of physical abuse, size kink/size difference, mentioned relationship between a university student (reader) and their TA, infidelity, one (1) mention of Daddy being yakuza, age difference, spanking done by reader’s biological father, toxic relationships, minimal prep, rough sex, a hint of degradation

words: 9.5k

synopsis:

Except the torture doesn’t stop, even when you’re gone, because he’s assaulted with thoughts of you the very moment you leave—what you’re doing, who you’re with, if he plagues your mind as much as you plague his—you’re like a fucking sickness, a parasite that burrows deep between the folds and tissues of his brain, infecting it, and he’s hopeless to find a cure.

It’s a few days after his twenty-ninth birthday, the night you appear—unannounced, uninvited, and an absolute fucking mess—falling into his father’s arms the moment he opens the door, fingers curling in the material of his cashmere button up and tugging as powerful sobs rip through your entire body, violent tremors following.

It’s fucking disgusting, the way his father reacts. Naoya watches the entire thing unfold from the shadows of the living room, nose wrinkled in distaste, features twisted in aversion and saturated in abhorrence.

Because his father lets you cling to him like a child—a grown woman, gripping a seventy-one year old man like a sniveling little girl—as he manages to scoop you up into his arms, collapsing onto his favourite armchair with you in his lap, hushing you gently as he rocks you back and forth, large hands stroking your shuddering back as you nuzzle your puffy, snot-stained face into his chest, wailing out Daddy!

It’s the first time Naoya’s ever seen his father behave in such a way, revolt churning his stomach as he observes the quite frankly unfamiliar man in front of him. It makes him fucking sick to watch, acidic bile rising in his throat until it stings the back of his tongue, face souring as he swallows it back down.

And you can’t even manage to force words through your stuttering breathing and hiccupped little sobs, unable to explain the situation at all without being overwhelmed by another fresh wave of tears, crashing over your body as you fall back into the sanctuary of his father’s arms, face buried in his neck, now soiled with spit and salt water.

“Naoya,” his father calls, voice curt and stern and demanding, snapping Naoya’s gaze to his own in an instant. “A glass of water, please?”

Naoya scoffs, narrowing his eyes. “What the fuck do I look like to you? The help?”

And Naoya’s no stranger to the level gaze his father fixes him with, has seen that same look etched into his father’s face more times than he can count, eyebrows pinched and mouth pressed in a firm, fine line, chest rising as he inhales slowly, calmly, deeply, then exhales through flared nostrils.

“You look like a good big brother who’s on his way to get his baby sister some water,”

Ah, right, that’s who you are—the bastard, Daddy’s little mistake, an ugly, irreversible stain on their family’s prestigious name.

“That bitch is not my sister,” he grumbles as he stomps from the room and towards the kitchen to fetch you a drink, huffing under his breath about being treated like a fucking woman, yet obeying his father’s orders nonetheless.

It turns out, Naoya learns, that your mother has passed away, leaving his poor bastard of a baby sister all alone in the world, with nowhere to go—and you’ve come here to ask for shelter and food, just until you get on your feet.

It’s fucking pathetic, as far as Naoya’s concerned, shaking his head in condescending disbelief with a cruel snort. It’s almost difficult to believe that you, undoubtedly the family disgrace; you, with your dirty blood and the dishonour you haul around everywhere with you, have the balls to come crawling to his father begging for support. You’re an adult, for Christ’s sake, and you should act like one, should be out scouring the earth for some equally pathetic man to serve like you ought to, like you would have, if you knew your place. Maybe then, Naoya would have a shred of respect for you.

Maybe.  

“How selfish. Daddy already pays for your tuition, why should he provide you with housing, too? Are you really that incompetent? Can’t do a thing for yourself, huh?”

Your head whips around to face him, almost as if you’re startled by his presence, by his voice addressing you directly, a sharp gasp falling from your lips the moment your eyes meet.

It’s the first time you’ve actually looked at him since you’ve arrived, the first time your gaze has connected with his, eyes bloodshot and gleaming as crystal tears stream down your cheeks, excess water clinging to spidery lashes, clumped together in spikes.

God, you’re beautiful.

It kicks him right in the motherfucking chest, hard enough that he stumbles back a few feet into the stone fireplace, a hand gripping the mantle for stability while his body caves in on itself. A spear of agony sears through his body, slicing clean through all of his vital organs as you choke out an apology punctuated with an honorific, head shaking in jerky little motions as your tongue struggles to form words to explain yourself.

And he’s never felt anything like it in his entire life, skin feeling as though it’s been set ablaze from the inside, thick black smoke filling is lungs as he wheezes on an inhale, strangled by it.

“Naoya,” his father snaps, eyes wide and scorching. “Leave.”

Each step away from the living room feels heavier than the last, as if his blood’s been replaced by lead, by rapidly drying concrete, rendering him incapable of lifting his feet from the floor, dragging them against the tile until it’s fucking painful, calves and thighs tingling as if the blood flow’s been entirely obstructed, muscles quivering and exhausted.

“It’s okay,” he can hear his father’s faint voice soothing you, each of your sniffles feeling like a sharp little thorn straight to his heart, each of your tiny I’m sorry’s carving out a vacant, phantom wound in his chest. “Shh, it’s alright, Daddy’s here, Daddy’s got you,”

“Pathetic,” Naoya spits to the empty hallway, though the word wavers, catching a little in his throat, letters scraping the gummy walls as he forces them from his mouth, leaving scalding little blisters in its wake.

It’s then that Naoya decides he hates you; standing motionless in the dark  hallway, feet inexplicably bolted to the floor and chest burning with some unknown emotion, a fire that blazes and rages, flares and thrashes, with each of your hitched little apologies, his teeth clenched together so tightly he’s surprised they don’t crack.

But it’s only after your sobs have calmed, father having reduced them to soft sniffles and half-hiccups through tender words and sweet affirmations, only after Naoya knows that you’ll be staying here for the night—that you’ll be safe—that he regains control over his limbs, that he rips his cement-filled feet from the floor and trudges towards his bedroom, scalding inferno dulled to simmering coals and faint flickering cinders.

He doesn’t think about it—isn’t going to think about it, refuses to waste his time or energy on such absurdity, refuses to allow his father’s preposterous decisions and ridiculous sentiments soak up space in his consciousness.

And he absolutely refuses to think about is the way your sudden presence punched a sharp gasp from his chest, the way he suddenly feels incomplete, like something’s missing, now that you aren’t within arms-reach, the way that he lost control over his entire body for the first time in his fucking life, in that hallway, just a few moments ago.

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His father—your father—falls in love with you almost immediately; having only met you briefly a few times before this, despite sending your mother multiple cheques every month for over twenty years.

It’s truly deplorable, positively sickening to watch the way his eyes light up when you come skipping into the living room after your afternoon university classes, dropping a fat, almost obscene kiss to Daddy’s cheek before plopping down on his lap as you chatter on about your day—about what you learned in lecture today, about the essay you got back (top of your class, of course), about your cute TA with the white hair and crystal eyes who always seems to conjure a bashful expression the moment you mention his name.

Naoya watches the entire thing unfold day after day, a deep sneer etched into his face, jaw clenched so hard it begins to ache, light eyes glaring daggers in your direction.

Something akin to jealousy, a creature with glowing emerald eyes and gnashing teeth and razor claws that slash and tear at the pit of his belly, roars and rattles the ribs that keep it caged within his chest, gnawing on the bones every time his—your—father makes you giggle, your eyes sparkling with adoration as you gaze at him; every time lithe fingers brush hair back from your face or a large palm settles on the crown of you head, petting you gently; every time you nuzzle into his neck, curling up comfortably—perfectly—in Daddy’s big, strong arms that keep you protected from all of the bad, from all of the evils of this world, from him, the big brother that loathes you.

It’s unsettling, almost sad in a sense, seeing his father fall from grace, observing the way you decay his persona so quickly, eating away at it like corrosive acid, rotting him from the inside out; the way he morphs from one of the most powerful and feared Yakuza bosses into soft, sticky, sweet putty in your hands the moment you appear; the way your presence shatters his tough, hard exterior and renders him gentle and tender—gentler and tenderer than he’s ever behaved with Naoya or any of his older brothers.

He can’t fucking stand to watch it, despises every single thing about it, positively detests the inexplicable, uncontrollable sensations that thrash and thunder inside of him, an unusual mixture of envy and melancholy, of wrath and desire, combined to create something toxic, something hazardous, something uncontainable that erodes his senses and mind, leaking into his bloodstream and poisoning his thoughts.

Because his gaze stays glued to you the moment you enter a room, like he’s bewitched by you, cursed by you the way his father has become, unable to rip his eyes from your form until you exit.

Except the torture doesn’t stop, even when you’re gone, because he’s assaulted with thoughts of you the moment you leave—what you’re doing, who you’re with, if he plagues your mind as much as you plague his—you’re like a fucking sickness, a parasite that burrows deep between the folds and tissues of his brain, infecting it, and he’s hopeless to find a cure.

And the worst part, the worst part is that he hasn’t a clue why. He doesn’t know why he feels the way he does, why you evoke such strong emotions—emotions he’s never felt before, emotions he doesn’t have a name for—or why, suddenly, everything feels wrong, off, whenever you’re not around.

It’s fucking annoying. Those tiny, raised bumps on the inside of his wrist—shaped in the form of a zodiac constellation, a mark everyone is born with, a mark that supposedly hints at your soulmate—burn and tingle as he meditates on these notions, blunt nails scratching viciously at his skin.

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Daddy grants you permission to stay at the estate for as long as you’d like, because of course he does, a victim to the spell you’ve cast. He even gives you your own room, helps you pick out furniture and takes you shopping for new clothes. You promise to do your share around the house—pinky swear—and, to Naoya’s immense dissatisfaction, you don’t disappoint.

No. Instead, you excel.

Those pretty little words weren’t empty promises—you begin cooking all of the meals, taking on the task to do the dishes entirely by yourself, tending to the house and the garden outside, even going as far to aid the help in their daily cleaning routines, until Daddy tells you it isn’t necessary.

And you manage to capture almost everyone’s hearts through your deeds and duties, through your kind and compassionate nature, through your being attentive and, for the most part, obedient—but most important of all, being family oriented.

You do the laundry when it needs to be done. You keep the house spotless and the kitchen sparkling. You learn everyone’s favourite dishes and then dedicate hours upon hours to perfecting them.

Naoya observes you throughout it all, sharp eyes following your movements, watching as you expertly tend to everyone’s needs, almost as if you know what they’ll require before they do.

You’d be perfect wife material, if you weren’t his sister—he catches the thought as it drifts through his mind—a sentiment that’s almost involuntary, unthinking in nature— and strangles it with his bare hands, stomps on it until it’s nothing but dust.

Because what’s more infuriating than anything else is that you are a good woman, a perfect woman, a woman who—for the most part—understands her place and duty in the household; or, at least, you did, before Daddy began spoiling you rotten.

It earns you the nickname princess from your favourite nii-san, hissed through gritted teeth with narrowed eyes and scrunched up noses, drenched in condescension and sprinkled with artificial icing sugar—a nickname Daddy irritatingly and affectionately adopts, extracting all of the patronization Naoya had imbued it with and stuffing it full of love.

You aren’t invincible, though, no matter how precious you are, how sweet your voice becomes when you bat your eyelashes and fix a pout on your lips, how much Daddy is barely able to deny you.

Because Daddy’s incessant spoiling does eventually bite him in the ass, just like Naoya knew it would.

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“But Daddy,” you whine, wearing your prettiest pout and cutest puppy-dog eyes, lethal weapons that are nearly foolproof, your most cherished expressions that grant you almost everything you want. “It’ll just be for a little, I promise! Just a drink or two!”

“I said no—”

“But everyone’s going! Even my professors will be there; I’m expected to show up!” Voice rising in pitch, your arms cross over your chest as eyebrows knit deeply and a lip juts out further, looking about two seconds away from stomping your foot.

Naoya would be amused, really, to see a grown woman acting like a petulant fucking child over some inconsequential party being thrown by the department, if he didn’t feel like his heart was ripping itself to pieces with your teary expression and soft half-sniffles, with the knowledge that, if you attend, you’ll be with him.

“You have an exam tomorrow,” Daddy reminds you in a sigh, dipping his head to scrutinize you over the rim of his reading glasses. “Are they not all required to write the same exam as well?”

“Well, they are, but—”

“But they didn’t spend their study break out gallivanting with their TA, did they?”

Your eyes widen for a second, shocked by the words leaving your father’s mouth, but the expression is gone in an instant, morphed into incredulousness, eyes rolling as your tongue tuts in disbelief.

“Please, we were studying,”

The chuckle that escapes your father’s lips is anything but warm; it’s cruel and condescending, a sharp slap to the face, your bottom lip beginning to tremble as he snaps his book shut, the sound echoing throughout the living room.

“You must think me a real fool,” he’s almost snickering as he throws his glasses on the coffee table, grunting a little as he stands from his armchair and raises himself to his full height, towering over you. “Do you think Daddy’s stupid?”

“What? No, of course not—”  

“Then why are you lying to him?”

“I-I’m not—”

“And you’re doing it again?”

Head shaking in jerky, quivering movements, your lips open and close, emitting nothing more but little squeaks of breath as you try to backtrack, managing to stammer out an apology.

“It’s a little late for that,” your father’s saying sternly, a large hand curling around your bicep as he yanks you towards him, beginning to haul you down the hall. “Good girls do not lie to their fathers,”

Naoya sits tense and coiled in his father’s armchair, a symphony of your cries mingled with harsh slaps of Daddy’s calloused palm against your smooth skin carrying throughout the house, and he swallows thickly, past the lump that’s lodged itself in the column of his throat, past the bitter acid rising in his chest, past the irregular thumping of his heart against his ribs.

Because he doesn’t know why your wails and squeals of Daddy! M’sorry! Daddy! make his cock throb and his chest ache—ache with longing, with want and desire, with jealousy—doesn’t know why he finds himself fucking his fist to those memories that same night, mind fixated on the quick glance he had caught through the sliver of the open door when he couldn’t stand it anymore, when he had to sneak down the hallway just to make sure everything was alright, images of you thrown over father’s knees, bare ass spanked raw materializing in his head.

Or maybe he does know. Maybe he refuses to admit it. Maybe he just pretends he doesn’t, because he wishes he didn’t.

Still, you always get off fucking easy, as far as Naoya’s concerned. He’s never witnessed his father allow any woman to talk back to him with such horrid disrespect, to whine and plead and roll their eyes without a backhand so heavy, so hard it knocks them to the floor.

And yet, you receive a few measly spanks to your ass—a punishment that’s more embarrassing than anything else, terribly unfit for a grown woman—and get sent to your room for the rest of the night.  

“She truly is Daddy’s Little Girl,” his mother had snarled after one particular punishment, features curled up in an unattractive sneer.

Naoya can’t help but begrudgingly agree.

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“Oh, lighten up,” one of his brothers nudges his foot with the toe of his slipper before collapsing next to him one abnormally cold evening in early October, interrupting Naoya’s nightly routine of glaring at you, cuddled up into Daddy’s side as you watch a show. “Just because you aren’t Daddy’s favourite anymore doesn’t mean you have to skulk around looking like you just ate a whole lemon,”

“What’re you on about,” Naoya seethes through clenched teeth, glancing at his older brother through the corner of his eye.

“You know,” he responds airily with a knowing smirk, nodding his head in your direction. “She’s taken your place, huh? Or is that not what’s upsetting you?”

And that hurts—it hurts, because he used to be Daddy’s favourite, Daddy’s youngest—the baby—Daddy’s spoiled brat. He’s used to being the center of Daddy’s attention, used to being the object of his praise, used to being the golden child, the prized child, the destined son nurtured and conditioned to take over the Family Business once his father retires.

Light eyes roll back in his skull as he tsks in disapproval, shaking his head and clearing his throat to rid the tremble from his voice. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,”

“Mm, I think I know more than you believe,”

The words are spoken in a murmur, only loud enough for the two of them to hear, but Naoya’s gaze snaps back to his face immediately as he calls your name, gently pulling you from the hushed conversation you were having with Daddy, full of giggles and murmurs, nonchalantly asking, “When’s your birthday?”

No.

No, Naoya wants to hiss at his pathetic excuse of a brother, large hands curling into quivering fists, nails biting into the fleshy heels of his palms as teeth grit, forcefully swallowing back down the two letter refutation.

No-no-no-no-no, he doesn’t want to hear this. He doesn’t want to know, doesn’t need to know, throat constricting as you inhale to speak, chirpily responding.

Blood turns to thick ice in his veins when he hears your birth date, when he realizes those raised little bumps he was born with on the inside of his wrist match your zodiac sign. Heavy dread, black and poisonous and akin to thick disappointment, sinks in his chest, latching onto the floor of his stomach and spreading quickly, sticky as it engulfs all of his surrounding organs, coating them in acidic pollution.

He’s up and out of his seat before his brother has even finished asking you his next question, stumbling out of the room on unsteady legs, nearly tripping over his own ankles in his haste to get away from you, to escape.

He doesn’t want to know what the bumps on your inner wrist are, tells himself that it doesn’t matter, that he doesn’t care, that this is all bullshit anyway, century-old myths created by the dreamers and the sentimentalists. It isn’t like the prospect hadn’t already crossed his mind—drifting through a sick orgasmic haze after fucking his fist to the memory of you—the potential that you may be his ‘soulmate’, a cruel trick played on him by the gods. Except…

Except it isn’t real. It isn’t real. There’s no science backing it up, nothing to concretely prove that the zodiac constellation embedded in his skin has anything to do with his ‘soulmate’—or anyone else’s. It’s just a legend, an old wives tale made up for the romantics and nothing else.

In his alacrity to resist it, he turns fucking ruthless in his verbal assault, but nothing seems to deter you; it barely seems to phase you at all, carrying on your tasks or your cute little babbling as if he hadn’t just insulted you.

Because you’re incessant, almost desperate to gain his approval, continuing to treat him like a god—doing more for him than you do for anyone else, including Daddy—regardless of how many how many expletives and offensive sentiments he hurls at you.

And eventually, he goes a little too far.

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The night before Halloween is dark and dreary, thick grey clouds stuffed with rain that continuously drizzles over the estate, brutal winds whipping the tiny droplets against the windowpanes, tiny specks and splatters of water decorating the glass, rearranging themselves every time the wind throws another smattering of rain towards them.

You skip into the living room, full of bashful giggles and muted squeals as Daddy fawns over you, awestricken as he murmurs about how beautiful his princess looks.

His princess.  

Naoya’s not quite sure what you’re supposed to be, nor does he care, tearing his gaze from your scantily clad form before his brain can even register what the costume is, before blood can rush to his cock, before he can witness the shy little smile on your lips and the pretty way your eyes glitter as you twirl for Daddy.

No, the only thing Naoya cares about is the fact that the dress of your costume is way too short to be considered decent, fluffy petticoat barely covering your ass, fanning out to reveal the edges of dainty pink lace clinging to the supple flesh of your ass as you twist and turn.

And he hasn’t a clue what you’re chattering on about, isn’t listening, can’t hear anything over the roar of blood rushing in his ears as he stands from his seat and stomps towards you, strong, callous voice cutting off your excited babbling as he glowers expectantly at his father.

“Jesus Christ, Daddy, you aren’t actually going to let her go out in that, are you?”

“Why?” you ask before your father can respond, genuinely confused, head tilting cutely. “What’s wrong with it?”

“What’s wrong with it?” he repeats incredulously, thick eyelashes fluttering as he blinks several times, eyebrows raising and huffing out a sarcastic laugh in disbelief. “Are you joking?”

Your head shakes slowly, a frown beginning to materialize on your lips as your eyebrows knit.

“It’s entirely inappropriate,” he scoffs, enunciating his words slowly, like you’re stupid.

You stare up at him cautiously, bottom lip jutting out in a pout so deep your chin puckers. “But nii-san, it’s Halloween—”

“Oh? And what are you going as, a slut?”

A little strangled gasp of Naoya-nii! hitches in your throat, your entire expression crumpling at his disapproval, hands running over the costume in an almost protective manner, smoothing it down.

“N-No, I’m—”

“I don’t care,” he hisses. “There’s no way you’re leaving the house in that—go change. Now.”

The direct order surprises you, shock saturating your features before resentment begins to bleed through. Blinking hard, you force the tears from your eyes, expression hardening and shoulders rolling back, spine straightening.

“No.”

“What did you just say to me?”

“Is there something wrong with your hearing? I said no,”

That sharp, self-assured smile drops from his face in an instant, face screwing up from such defiance, such disrespect. “Excuse me?”

Shivers skitter up your spine, tiny spikes of ice chasing them, but you refuse to back down, even though your voice is beginning to quiver.

“Y-You’re not Daddy! You don’t get to tell me what to do, I don’t care if you’re older!”

And just like that, the sharp smile is back, stretched abnormally wide across his lips—like it had been cut, carved, into his handsome face—uncanny and inhuman as his eyes glint with malevolence, words flowing from his mouth slowly, calmly, almost serenely, as he prowls towards you.

“You’re right—I’m not Daddy, because I would never let a woman speak to me the way he allows you to speak to him, you ungrateful little brat,”

A large hand, decorated with chunky, glittering gold rings, cuts through the air, striking you across the cheek with such force you stumble backwards from the impact, nearly tripping over your own feet only to have Daddy wrap a strong arm around your waist, catching you with ease and pulling you to his chest.

And it’s intense, so intense it kicks the breath right from your chest, barreling up your throat where you choke on it as it tangles with a sharp yelp. Hands fly to clutch your cheek immediately, throbbing thorns of pain shooting through the side of your face.

Daddy’s yelling, but it all sounds muddled, muffled, like your deep underwater and he’s shouting from above the surface, despite the fact that you’re clinging to him, pressed up so tightly against his side you can feel the vibrations of his voice in his body.

Naoya-nii isn’t saying anything, hand dropped limply to his side, pretty gold adorning his fingers coated in gleaming crimson. He isn’t even looking at Daddy—no, his gorgeous light eyes are focused on you, on the sticky scarlet leaking from the wounds his rings left when they collided with your cheek and the glistening tears shielding your eyes.

And for once, he has nothing to say, no sarcastic remarks or cynical little comments, voice evaporating in his throat as his chest burns, scathed with regret, remorse, repentance—all unwarranted, undeserved, unnecessary. Because—because you earned that slap for being so fucking disrespectful; you needed it, were practically begging him to put you back in your place, back where you belong: below him, behind him, and never beside him.

Because no matter how cute you are, how sweet and precious and good, none of it permits you to speak to him in such a manner, to act as though you’re equal.

So why has this inexplicable agony taken root at his core? Why does he feel like his heart is mutilating itself, tearing itself to shreds, with each of your pitiful little whimpers? Why does he feel the overwhelming urge to make it better, to make your pretty tears and precious sobs stop?

Inevitable anger surges through his veins—furious at you, for eliciting such bothersome emotions; furious at himself, for being so weak, so vulnerable, and allowing such pathetic sentiments to take over, to rob him of his control, of his autonomy.

And despite everything, all of his rage and loathing and confusion, his hand buzzes from it, from the sensation of touching your soft skin for the very first time, even in such a brutal and malicious manner, and instantly, he craves more.

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You don’t speak to him after that. You stop making his favourite meals, stop asking him about his day and then uninvitedly reciting your own in that cute, excited chatter that is so distinctly you, stop doing all of those extra little chores—washing his clothes and changing his sheets and scrubbing his bathroom until it sparkles. You put an end to everything.

And he fucking misses it.

He shouldn’t, but he does.

It’s painful to admit, but he can’t ignore it, notices your lack of presence almost immediately, that gaping void spreading, growing, as it roars in protest, claiming more and more of his body every day, like some sort of inky disease that only your presence seems to calm, to cure.

It fucking sucks. It fucking sucks, because he can’t stop it, regardless of how hard he tries, an impossible ailment he can’t void himself of. It fucking sucks, because you’re eating him up, consuming his very soul, devouring him from the inside out without even sparing him a goddamn glance—and you don’t even know it.

And it’s getting exhausting, putting up this front all the time, fighting against the intense feelings you swirl around in his chest, in his cock, without a hope, without a chance in hell. Fighting for nothing, because he knows he’ll never win. Fighting for nothing, because he isn’t sure he wants to anymore.

They’re unruly, voracious and rabid, tearing up his chest, his lungs and his heart and his throat, with sharp piercing claws and becoming increasingly difficult to overlook, to disregard.

Still, he’s too stubborn, too proud, to give in, to give up, even though the thing living inside him grows stronger every day, even though he knows that one day, it will overpower him.

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It’s windy—the estate quiet as the wind howls softly through the dense pines outside and ruffles them—the night it finally does, the night it takes over entirely, bursting through the barriers he keeps rebuilding and repairing around his soul and his sanity, writhing inside him when he hears soft sobs, muffled by the wood of your bedroom door, just past three in the morning.

It possesses him, like some sort of eternal spirit sinking deep into his bones and sewing itself into his soul, revoking his control over his body as a sudden, intense need to comfort you, to find out what’s wrong and make it all better, courses through his veins, entirely unaware of his actions as he pushes past the door and into your room.

“Naoya-nii?”

It’s the first time you’ve spoken to him, the first time you’ve even looked at him, since he struck you.

And he aches to apologize, I’m sorry’s and I shouldn’t have done that’s blistering his throat as they linger, just behind the back of his tongue.

But his pride outweighs them by a hair, despite how much his chest stings with the need to make things better, to make things right, for a reason unbeknownst to him. It’s just a sense—vague in meaning but strong in feeling—that longs for reconciliation, that’s desperate to rid your pretty face from the permanent scowl his presence etches into it.

That’s the first time he creeps into your room, the first time he loses his autonomy to the thing inside of him as he takes you into his arms and comforts you, the first time he allows you to cum from grinding on his cock.

Except it becomes a habit, an addiction, a nightly routine, cravings becoming stronger and stronger with each passing night. And for a brief span of time, it’s enough to appease the creature, the short nights spent with you in his arms, body trembling against his as you whimper out his name and his honorific, tangling on your tongue.

Because it feels right. It feels righter than anything in his life ever has, uncharacteristically gentle hands guiding your hips as they rock against his, soaked cunt gliding over the flannel of his pajama pants with ease as you huff out the prettiest little mewls into his neck.

It feels right only when he’s here with you, alone with you. Suddenly, it’s like everything makes sense again, like the world is in colour again, like the planet balanced again. He can no longer deny this feeling, this ache deep at the very pit of his soul that throbs and stings and burns mercilessly without your presence. You’re the only thing that can heal it, that can quell it, that can complete it.

So he gives in. It’s just for the nights, he promises himself, vows never to allow such sentiments to trickle into the daytime, to save it for when the sun sinks beneath the horizon, pledges never to permit these nightly escapades to advance from anything more than dry humping, nothing further than your cum on his fingers and your thighs stained with sticky cream.

But eventually, that isn’t enough, either.

And he was stupid to think it would be.

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The harsh slap of Testoni loafers against stone echoes out among the immaculately landscaped front yard, bouncing off thin tree trunks and being absorbed by tall, thick shrubs. Silver light, cast by the haloed moon hanging high in the clear navy sky, illuminates the garden, the foliage faded and washed out, painted by the moonbeams. Somewhere in the distance, the gentle trickle of water mingles with Naoya’s harsh breaths, cellphone gripped tightly in one fist as he paces back and forth like a rabid dog, small rocks popping under his feet.

It’s late. It’s too late—you were supposed to be home hours ago. Naoya’s tried calling—seven times, now, his phone buzzing in his palm to warn him of a low battery—but you haven’t picked up once. But that isn’t new, nor is it unusual; you rarely answer his calls while you’re out with Satoru.

So, really, this shouldn’t be cause for alarm. It shouldn’t.

Except he knows the man you’re out with, knows what you’re doing with him, and he can’t get it out of his fucking head, assaulted with fabricated images of you trapped under a large man with ivory hair and crystal eyes, back arching in ecstasy, his name leaving your lips in the prettiest gasps, in the way Naoya’s name leaves your lips during his habitual sneaking into your room in the middle of the night.

He’s terrified it’s going to drive him insane, eyes pricking and throat burning as his nose twitches with the threat of tears, eyelids shut so tightly his whole face scrunches up, tense and crumpled every time a new wave of contrived memories of you cumming all over that asshole’s cock crash over his mind.

Copper stings his tongue as sharp front teeth nibble at the raw cuticles surrounding his nailbed, face puckering at the taste and ripping his thumb, glistening with saliva, from his mouth.

This is pathetic, goddamn it! It shouldn’t even matter who you’re with and what you’re doing with them, shouldn’t be any of Naoya’s concern at all whether you’re safe or not, shouldn’t fucking hurt nearly as much as it does, a heavy ache that weighs on his chest more and more and more as each second ticks by, ribs caving in and splintering under the force, snapping into sharp spikes that puncture his lungs and make it painful to breathe.

“This is such a waste of fucking time, I don’t even—” he’s muttering to himself when you step out of Satoru’s car, his internal monologue beginning to leak from his head out his lips, your presence immediately cutting it off as his head snaps up, light eyes paler than normal, practically glowing in the moonlight.

A startled little whimper pries its way past your lips when you see him, stomping towards you with a heaving chest and a growl ripping from his throat.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he’s seething as a large hand seizes your arm, wrapping around your bicep and yanking, bring your face closer to his. “Huh? Do you know what fucking time it is?”

Frenzied eyes search your face, wild and erratic in their movements, sharply zeroing in on the tiny galaxies of swirling lilac and cobalt peppered with little pinpricks of scarlet that’ve been sucked into the flesh of your neck.

He chokes on something—a gasp or a snarl or a sob, maybe a mixture of all three, you aren’t entirely sure—pearly teeth gnashing together. “You’re a little slut,” he spits the word out like venom, harsh and biting as it whizzes past your cheek, slicing into your skin.

“That’s it, that’s all—that’s all you’re fucking good for,” his grip tightens with each word that flows from his mouth. “At least you’ve picked a rich man to sell your pussy to, at least you aren’t a total idiot, just like your mother, huh?”

“What is your problem?” little hands claw at the fingers latched around you, finally breaking free from him, ripping your limb from his grasp with such vigor you nearly fall on your ass, teetering backwards on unsteady feet. “You know, just because you can’t own up and face your feelings, doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me. This,” you gesture between the two of you. “Isn’t my fault.”

“This?” he spits, face screwing up in scorn. “There is no this,”

“Oh my God,” eyes rolling, you shake your head, exhaling a dubious laugh. “Shut up. There’s no one here—you can be real with me, I’m not gonna tell anyone,” you snark, arms crossing over your chest as you level your gaze with him.

He glares back at you, sharp jaw rhythmically clenching and unclenching with the grinding of his molars, large hands balled into tight, trembling fists on either side of his body.

“You know there’s something here, between us, within us, even if you refuse to admit it,” you continue after a beat of silence, voice softening.

His whole form is beginning to quiver and he jerkily shakes his head, exhaling harshly. You think he may be crying, but in the faint moonlight it’s hard to be sure.

Holding your wrist up, you swallow thickly, glancing at those little bumps embedded in your skin, watching the tiny shadows that form when your arm twists. “I have your sign,” your voice is quiet as you look back at him, flashing the inside of your wrist to him. “And I know you have mine,”

A cynical smirk spreads across his lips, but it looks more like a grimace, like a flimsy mask desperately attempting to cover something else, tongue tutting in disbelief. “Yeah, and there’s millions of people in this world with any given sign. It’s all bullshit—it could be anyone,”

“It could be anyone,” you agree, nodding. “But it isn’t.”

“You don’t know that!”

“I do! I know you feel it too! Christ, why are you so—so adamant on denying this, even when it’s just the two of us? What’s the point?”

“You’re my fucking sister, that’s the point. This is inappropriate, it’s wrong,”

“If it’s so wrong, then why do you sneak into my bedroom every night? Why do you let me cum on your fingers? Why do you fuck my thighs?” your footsteps speed up, jogging a little to catch up to him. “Huh? Huh? No answer? Or do you know the answer, and you’re too afraid to say it?”

“I don’t know!” he explodes, whirling around on you and trapping you against the brick, palms laid flat against the wall. “Alright? I don’t fucking know why I do those things. They make me feel sick afterwards, but I…”

But I can’t stop.

But I need you.

But I love you.

Chests heave with harsh exhales that mingle and echo in the garden, your eyes studying his face intently, in a way that makes him feel naked, exposed, makes him want to turn and hide from you.

“I’m not asking—” you start, words catching in your throat and blinking hard to clear rapidly welling tears from your eyes. Your voice is softer, more fragile and weak, when you speak again. “You don’t have to marry me, for Christ’s sake. I just—I just want you to—I need to know you feel it too,”

“Why?” he hisses, acidic envy bubbling in his chest, beginning to erode his resolve, walls crumbling to rubble. “What is there to know? You already have him,”

“But I’d rather have you,” the words materialize on your tongue before you even know what you’re saying, earnest eyes boring into his.

“God, don’t—” eyelids shut tightly, lithe fingers tangling in blonde hair and tugging. “Don’t say shit like that,”

He can feel them, those three little words thrashing in his chest, desperate to claw up his throat and spill from his lips, but he grits his teeth and swallows them back down, letters lodging and forming a painful lump.

And you notice. You notice, because you’ve studied him extensively, have learned to read him—his mannerisms, expressions, behaviours—well.

And you’ve just found his weakness.

“Do you want to know what I think of when he fucks me?” you ask, eyes searching his face in an almost frenzied manner, breath accelerating as you quickly push the words from your lips, worried if you don’t speak fast enough, if you don’t vocalize these sentiments now, you’ll lose him again. “It’s you. It’s always you. I’ve tried—I’ve tried to think of someone else, of anyone else, but you just…you just won’t leave my brain! It’s like a—a sickness, or something. Like a chronic illness, and it’s only getting worse,”

A strangled growl rattles in his chest as he tears himself away from you, fists violently rubbing at his eyes.

He knows. He knows, because he’s tried the same thing, attempted to desperately forget you, to disintegrate the weird feelings you endlessly evoke in his chest by losing himself in women night after night, often multiple women at once, drowning himself in their moans and gasps and soft bodies to no avail.

“There’s no cure,”

He doesn’t even mean to say it, words slipping from his lips unconsciously as he gets tangled in his thoughts, flipping through the countless memories of faceless women of all shapes and sizes, faceless woman that somehow always mange to morph into you.

“No,” you respond, shaking your head. “There isn’t. But at least I’m trying!”

He spins around, gleaming eyes flashing, brimming with bewilderment, features falling in surprise for just a moment before they harden again, varnished in offense.

“What’re you talking about,” he seethes, eyebrows furrowing deeply as his eyes narrow into sharp slits, scrutinizing, analyzing, dissecting.

“I-I’d rather have you, yes, and he’ll—no one will ever compare, will ever even come close to how much I—” you cut yourself off, swallowing the thought, then clearing your throat and beginning again. “At least I’m trying to find someone, though. At least I’m trying to find just a shred of what I feel for you, instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself, alone and miserable,”

“Oh,” he laughs humorlessly, a callous little sound that viciously tears from his chest, that scrapes his throat and comes out strangled, full of incredulity. “You don’t think I’ve tried? You don’t think I’ve tried endlessly to forget you? To cleanse you from my mind? To move the fuck on from something that had never begun in the first place? You’ve imprinted yourself in the tissues of my fucking brain in a matter of months. It’s tiring. It’s hopeless,”

His voice breaks on the last word, some of the merciless heat fading from his features as he glares at you, eyes almost pleading for you to understand.

Because you’re the only one that can.

You’ve been in this together the entire time, right from the start, from the moment you walked through that front door.

And he’s been resisting it, fighting against it, against himself, all while the current only becomes stronger, only continues to grow in strength and size, and he’s motherfucking exhausted at this point, sick of battling some invisible force he was convinced didn’t even exist, sick of waging a war he will forever be destined to lose.

You’ve broken that wall, shattered it to dust, destroyed all of his weapons of defense and robbed him of his sovereignty, and now it’s all pouring form his mouth, an endless, uncontrollable stream of confessions, of thoughts and desires, of agony and misery.

“But it doesn’t even fucking matter, because I love you. I love you and I fucking hate you for it. And I’ve been trying, alright? I’ve tried not to, I’ve tried every single trick in the fucking book to stop it, to get over you, to forget you—and none of it has ever fucking worked, not even for a second. I don’t want you; I—I don’t want to be, but I’m in love with you,”

It looks as though your breathing has ceased, chest halting in its rapid movements, body gone still, static, stagnant. Your silence is deafening, has his ears ringing and his heart pounding, thrashing against his ribs as it aimlessly attempts to crawl through the cage, to present itself to you, bloody and beating and all yours. It’s all yours—take it, kill it, end its suffering.

“And there’s nothing—”

Surging forward, your lips crash into his, body following as it smacks against his own, effectively cutting him off. Naoya freezes, eyes wide and breathing stopped, entire body turned to ice, rigid and tense, but you are not deterred, arms winding around his neck as fingers thread through the gold and ink at the base of his skull.

“I love you, too,” you mumble into the kiss, refusing to break contact for even a second, lips brushing his as you speak. “I love you so much,”

The confession—an admission he already knew, deep down in his very bones, an admission he can no longer ignore, now that you’ve said it—snaps him out of his trance, and something switches, something breaks. Because then he’s kissing you back, tongue forcing its way through your lips to assault your own as calloused hands find purchase on your hips, squeezing your flesh hard enough that you yelp.

He chuckles against your lips, and then he’s pushing forward, forcing you to walk backwards, too fast for you to keep up, his legs longer than yours, body bigger than yours, stronger than yours.

Even with all of his shoving, you still aren’t moving quick enough for him, clumsy and stumbling over your own feet, whimpering hushed apologies into his mouth, a response to the growls that rumble in his chest each time you trip, your pitiful little sorry!’s consistently being cut off by his tongue.

Large hands hoist you up without breaking the kiss, mouth still attempting to devour you whole, to suck up your very soul, and your legs automatically wrap around his waist, latching onto him.

Either of your bedrooms are too far, and he can’t take it, he can’t wait—not with the way your fingers are tangling in his shirt and tugging, the way needy little whines are hitching in your throat, the way you’re squirming in his grasp, trying to grind against his half-hard cock.

You’re fucking desperate, but so is he, thigh whacking off the edge of the wooden coffee table as he blindly staggers towards the kitchen, tongue hungrily dragging against yours while he does so.

The cold marble stings your skin as he deposits you onto the nearest countertop, hips wedged between your thighs keeping them spread.

Little fingers immediately go for his belt, nonsensical whimpers sounding in the back of your throat as you fumble and struggle, hooking your fingers through his beltloops and pulling.

“Eager girl,” he chastises, a little breathless as nimble fingers find the soaked lace at the apex of your thighs, pushing it to the side. “Nii-san has to prep you first,”

“No,” you whine, pitched high and much too loud. “M’wet enough. Want you, want you now, nii-san, please, just give it to me, been waiting so long, please,”

The words are slurred together as they tumble from your lips, infused with a potent lust that casts a dense haze over your mind, rendering you capable of only focusing on what you need.

Light eyes dart up, holding yours through fanned lashes for a moment, as if they’re searching for any hesitancy, before his lips form the most genuine smile he’s ever given you.

“Yeah?” he huffs out, finally breaking your stare to watch his hands undo his belt, continuing to speak as he shoves his jeans down his thighs and frees his cock. “You think you can take it?”

“Yes, nii-san,” you nearly mewl, gazing at him with blown, glazed eyes and a cute pout. “Please, give it to me, I-I want it, please,”

His gaze finally flicks up, that sincere smile stretched wider across his face, a playful glint in his eye, voice void of any of its usual derision. “You want what? Hmm, baby? Come on, nii-san wants to hear you say it,”

A low whimper leaves your throat and you shift on the countertop, as if trying to wiggle closer to him. “Your cock, nii-san, want your cock, please-please-please, gimme-gimme-gimme,”

It sounds as though you’re close to tears, voice cracking and thick with desire, Naoya’s cock twitching in his palm in response to the sound, and, God, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to that, absolutely adores it when you beg, thinks you sound so pretty when you’re pleading for him.

“You’re a greedy little girl, you know that?” he pants while he pushes in, a muffled yelp prying past your lips. “Shh, hush now, nii-san will give you what you need,”

The stretch is incredible, cute little cunt throbbing around his thick cock as it struggles to adjust to the sudden intrusion, feeling as though he’s going to tear you into two, leaving stinging micro-fissures in the delicate flesh.

Yet despite the burn, the ache that settles deep in your core, that feels like he’s splitting you in half, a satisfied moan leaves your lips, head falling forward and resting against his broad shoulder, fingers curling in the cotton that adorns his torso and pulling him closer, closer, closer.

Because, finally, you feel whole, more whole than you’ve ever felt in your entire life, satisfying an inexplicable desire buried at the crux of your very soul, something you didn’t even realize you were missing until you finally had it.

“S’not enough,” you mumble into him, nuzzling your face against him like a cat. “Need more, nii-san, need more,”

“You really are a selfish little fucking brat,” he grunts as fingers flex on your hips, tips digging into the pliant flesh and gripping, singeing his name into your skin in rapidly blossoming indigo and ultramarine.

“Nii-san was going to try and be nice,” the words, strained and husky, spill from plush lips as his hips begin to thrust, slow and hard, winding back as they draw the force to ram forward, slamming a cry from your chest as his cockhead pounds against your cervix. “But you’re too impatient for that, aren’t you?”

It’s a fucking lie; his self-control had been hanging by a thread, barely restraining the primal need to wildly buck into you, but you just snapped it, just tore the last of his treasured discipline to fucking shreds with nothing more than a few words.

The pace is ruthless, your head bouncing off the cabinets with each powerful snap of his hips, an endless stream of cries pouring from your lips, one hand curling around the edge of the counter as the other grips his shoulder, nails burying themselves in the hard muscle through the thin cotton of his shirt. Sharp bones carve a spot just for him, made for him, between your legs, into the tender flesh of your inner thighs.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” he pants out, eyes so bright they’re practically glowing. “Mine.”

“Yours!” you gasp out, head nodding in sloppy little movements against his shoulder as you fall forward, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Yours, yours, yours,”

Everything feels hazy, almost dreamlike in a sense, vision blurring over with a thick shield of tears that you can’t quite explain, his name and the honorific becoming muddled on your tongue, fusing into one as you wail it out, clinging to him in a way that’s almost possessive.

“Nii-san’s here,” he promises you, voice hoarse. “Nii-san’s yours, too,”

“Mine,” the arms thrown around his neck tighten, fingers tangling in soft gold and wrinkled cotton. “Mine, mine, mine—”

“Mine,” he echoes, hips never faltering even as you wind your body around his, large hands keeping your hips still as he fucks into you. “And only mine—”  

“Forever and ever and ever—”

“You belong to me, were made for me, put on this earth for me,”

Words of confirmation are escaping from your lips, you’re absolutely sure of it, can feel them vibrating up your throat as you speak them—but it’s so much, too much, all of the feelings swirling around in your chest, sending spikes of pleasure and thorns of pain shooting through your veins as they clash together. A sudden wooziness settles over you, brain fogging over as he becomes the only thing you can think of, the only thing you want to think of, nonsensical babbling still slipping from between parted lips in hitched puffs of breath.

“So full,” you nearly sob, one of Naoya’s hands tangling in the hair at the back of your skull and yanking, pulling your face from the sanctuary of his neck and exposing your expressions to his scrutinizing eyes, devouring the beautiful tears streaking your cheeks, the contorting of your features as pleasure washes over them. “M’so full, nii-san, it’s so much,”

“Yeah? Better than he could ever stuff you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you’re wailing out, affirmations falling from your lips with each brutal piston of his hips. “More, need more,”

Because it’s like an addiction, an innate need for more of him, for all of him, ravenous and unquenchable, that’s always existed within you, that his cock stretching you out, filling you up, has only just awakened.

His aura is positively intoxicating, overwhelming your senses and becoming all you can see, all you can hear, all you can smell, taste, touch. His taste lingers on your tongue, faint notes of minty pine and sharp nicotine dancing with your tastebuds; his touch brands itself into you, bruises and bitemarks carving his name into soft skin; his scent assaults you, envelops you, overpowers everything else as it wraps you in a shackled embrace of expensive aftershave and cedar wood.

A growl tears from his chest, so rough that it vibrates throughout his entire body, and his pace quickens, cock plunging into you and an incredible speed, dragging against that one spot that has you nearly screaming, that has your eyes rolling back and your little hole fluttering around him as a blistering fire sparks to life in the pit of your belly.

You can feel it, furling in on itself with each vicious rut of his hips, each relentless bang of his cockhead against your cervix, a concentrated ball of scathing heat pulsing, quaking in your stomach as it curls tighter and tighter and tighter with each plunge forward—until it bursts, a fiery explosion that buzzes through your veins as your cunt clenches, gushing on his cock as he praises you—yeah, that’s it, make a mess on nii-san—entire body coiling from the sheer strength.

“Tell me,” he keens almost desperately, voice pulling you from the clutches of post-orgasm unconsciousness, hips stuttering for a moment before he regains his finesse. “Tell me how badly you need it,”

And you don’t need to be told what, pleads pouring from your mouth in an instant, before your brain can even comprehend what you’re saying, an instinctual reaction to his command. “Need your cum, nii-san, need you to full me up, fill my tummy with it, stuff me full of it, need it so bad, nii-san, please gimme your cum, please, please,”

The words are all jumbled together, thick with tears and wet with saliva and imbued with delirium, quivering and breaking as your body trembles from overstimulation.

“Fuck,” he chokes on the curse, hips stilling, pressed flush against your ass as his cock throbs, filling you with spurt after spurt of thick cum, a broken whine catching in his throat as endless words spill from yours, peppered with the sweetest moans—yes, nii-san, thank you, nii-san, fill me up, fill my body with it, my brain with it, I need it, I need it.

And he does, pumps you full of so much that it begins leaking out from your abused little hole—still stuffed with him—and down his cock.

And it’s then—after he has filled you up, with your precious little cunt still pulsing around his length, whimpering out his honorific as you hold onto him, voice raw and wrecked and cracking with residual tears—then that Naoya’s sure you were meant for him, made for him, perfectly tailored to him; he knows you were, his very own gift from the gods.  

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

cw: non-graphic mentions of physical abuse, neil hargrove in general being his own warning, and instances of teachers and authority figures failing to intervene/being ignorant to signs of abuse

When Billy was a freshman, his English teacher back in California failed to get him to apply for advanced classes. It was a nice thought, but he had neither the time to worry about extra school shit nor the money to pay for the tests he'd have to take afterwards to make the classes worth it. Besides, it wasn't like college was anywhere in his immediate future.

However, she nonetheless took interest in what he got up to outside of her class. Billy usually resented when adults pretended to care about him. They never did shit about the bruises Neil left on his face and wrists when he got careless and forgot about what patches of skin were more noticeable than others. It was all useless, pretty words like the brittle honey graham crackers they offered students as a snack during lunch. Plans that crumbled and never went anywhere, counselors sticking their noses into his fucking business and leaving him beat to shit whenever Neil got that inevitable call home from a teacher that was 'just worried about poor Billy's home life and checking in, he's seemed so troubled recently, you see.' 

Neil would tear into Billy for not knowing how to act fucking normal for once and making him look like a bad father, and was Billy really so ungrateful that he'd go snitching to his goddamn teachers? Did he want to get his dad in trouble, huh? Was that it? Did he want to get taken away and forced to live with complete strangers that wouldn't tolerate any of his bullshit the way Neil did? Huh? Did Billy want a repeat of what happened in Riverside? Was he just so fucking eager to make them have to move again after another nosy ass social worker came knocking at their door? No. No he fucking didn't. So he'd learn to shut up and keep his head down and smile politely whenever his hippie ass teachers thought they knew something they didn't and tried asking him stupid questions. Most of the time, it seemed they just wanted to feel better about themselves, trying to to accrue Good Samaritan points like the pinging coins in one of Max's stupid arcade games.

But Miss Ortega was different. 

She accepted his refusal to apply for the advanced English class, only ever asked why, and accepted his vague non-answer when he gave it. She never pushed him past what he wanted to do or pestered him to try and get at his secrets. She had an open door policy and offered her classroom to him and a few others that came during lunch and before school. When he wanted to avoid going home, she even let him stay an extra hour after school on days he didn't have practice. Miss Ortega— Marie, he later learned her name was, always had this look in her eye like she knew what monsters Billy kept buried beneath his skin. When Billy got into a fight and tried to stab Kevin Hernandez through the hand with a pencil in her class because he wouldn't stop talking shit about him in Spanish (as if Billy was stupid enough to let himself be the idiot gabacho who didn't speak a lick of Spanish, he at the very least knew what güero pendejo meant), Marie Ortega was the one to talk down the principal into reducing his punishment from a three day suspension to two weeks of detention. This meant Billy didn't even have to mention the incident to his dad, especially after Ortega had seemed to have forgone calling home (and Billy is pretty sure that’s something the school is required to do, but fuck if he’s gonna ask about it). She had saved Billy the ass beating of the century that year, and there was a chance she knew it. It wasn't like he had hurt the kid that badly, he was barely even bleeding. Hernandez was a little bitch who couldn't handle the natural consequences of his shit talking, but sure, Billy was the bad guy because he couldn't handle of a bit of carrilla. Sure. Little Kevin was the victim here. Seemed like no one had taught his stupid ass the meaning of talk shit get hit. Suspension or not, Billy wasn't the one that was getting jumped if he saw Hernandez and his band of idiots after school.

Ortega always looked sad when she looked at him. It pissed Billy off, but not nearly as much as when people tried looking at him with pity. Miss Ortega was cool. He could handle her weird looks and their stilted conversation whenever she tried to gauge how he was doing. She never tried to talk down to him like Mr. Norwood or Mrs. Ramos did whenever they got it in their heads to try and 'chat' with him. At first, he always took off and avoided her when she pushed too hard. But after months of taking daily refuge in her classroom, he had grown to tolerate her occasional questions. It was almost nice, in a way. She tried to talk to him about what was going on when the opportunity arose, but she never pushed when it obviously caused Billy to become agitated, and it made Billy feel just enough that someone cared without feeling like he was losing control over the situation. It was like pressing just enough on a bruise that you feel that sweet ache down to the muscle (pressing on a wound just enough to stop the bleeding, without the pain of peeling back the fabric and debris stuck to it and trying to really see it). It was pressing just enough to feel grounded and real and seen.

It was Ortega that first introduced him to Greek mythology, and later on the concept of the Ship of Theseus. Marie Ortega was an avid reader and tried her best to pass this on to her students however she could. Stubborn and apathetic as Billy was, even he couldn't resist the allure of a good story. The tales of bloody heroes and petty gods and talking monsters were just a plus that Ortega knew would sweeten the pot for a fierce little spitfire like Billy. He remembers devouring the giant tome of Greek myths Miss Ortega kept in the small bookshelf behind her desk, the one full of books brought in from her own personal collection that were only loaned out to trusted students during class. Billy spent entire lunch periods camping out in that classroom reading, careful not to get chocolate milk or lukewarm pizza sauce on the pages that told tales of men punished for trying to feed their children to the gods and monstrous women that turned the men that dared come after them to stone.

Ortega let him be, as she often did, but one afternoon as Billy began packing his things away once his hour after school was winding down, she stopped him. Asked him if he wanted to take the book home. Said nothing as Billy stared at her for a long minute, knowing that she never let students take home books from her private collection. Kindly ignored the thick burning behind his eyes as he realized the trust she was offering him, and how he couldn't accept it because it wouldn't be the first or the last time his dad tore through his room and trashed anything he even slightly didn't approve of. Nodded sadly as he declined and gave a vague excuse about not wanting the thick book to get damaged in his ragged old book bag, but thanking her anyway. Ortega had looked at him for a small, quiet moment after that, both of them taking invisible steps between each other. But she quickly shook off any visible disappointment as she often did and smiled kindly at him, then offered him a piece of candy to take on his way home instead. For always being such a responsible student, she said. Ha. If only his dad was there to hear that.

Another look at Miss Ortega's kind smile, her classroom full of bright colors and forbidden books and the dark curly hair that fell over her warm brown skin, and Billy thought that maybe it was better this way. Better that his dad skipped open house that year and Miss Ortega never met Neil Hargrove.

Billy picked a lollipop from Miss Ortega's treasured box of candy, a little square thing with bright yellow packaging he couldn't read half the words on and a smiling red watermelon on it. Turning it over to the clear side of the wrapper revealed the shape of a candy watermelon slice coated in bright chili powder. "Careful," she'd told him teasingly, "That's a spicy one. Wouldn't want you to get burned by something that's supposed to be sweet." Billy had bared his teeth at her in a broad smile. "I like the burn. Makes the sweetness worth it," he'd said.

Miss Ortega had been his 9th grade English teacher, but to his own surprise Billy had continued to go pester her late into his sophomore year and well into his junior year after that, before they'd once again had to move when his dad- well. Anyway.

Before that though, Billy and Miss Ortega spent hundreds of lunch time hours together, usually just quietly inhabiting the same space, but sometimes allowing idle conversation to come up during the course of the hour. It was during one of these conversations that Miss Ortega had introduced him to one of the classic questions of philosophy. Billy had always been a practical sort of guy. He didn't have time for stupid questions like 'what is the meaning of life?' and 'where do we go when we die?' It didn't fucking matter and he had more important and far more immediate things to worry about. But Ortega had made a reluctant mythology nerd of Billy and by that point he had a quiet sort of respect for the woman, so he'd allowed her to spin her yarn about the Ship of Theseus. He'd let her explain the quandary of the ancient ship with the rusted parts and the rotten wood and how no one could say for certain after all was said and done if the ship they had repaired was still the same as the ship before it'd had all it's parts replaced. Miss Ortega had asked for his thoughts, curious in that way all English teachers are when they see a kid's eyes alight at a new idea and know they've caught their attention. Billy had been deceptively flippant, of course. No duh it was the same ship. It still looked the same, worked the same, sailed the same. They kept the shape of it and it functioned all the same, what did it matter? Ortega had simply smiled. She nodded and accepted this answer with the grace of a woman that deals with bratty 15 year olds on the regular and apparently enjoys hearing all about their shitty literary analysis. It irritates Billy a little, makes him feel like she's just humoring him, but before he can snap and say something he regrets, she asks him about his car. That pulls him up short.

By now, everyone at school knows the sound of his Camaro's engine revving in the east parking lot every morning. He'd fixed her up himself over the course of the last two years, and he was damn proud of it. She was his girl, the only thing he could truly grasp with two hands and know belonged to him and him alone. He had saved up for her, bought her, and fixed her up himself. Neil had no true claim on her, no matter how often he took Billy's keys to make a point during a punishment. Billy had mentioned her before to Ortega, so she knew he'd done more than simply buy the Camaro, knew that he'd spent the better part of the past two summers and every weekend after that fixing her up. Miss Ortega asks him about his car, and Billy thinks he understands what those musty ass philosophers were getting at a little better. It's still stupid, because in the end the ship still sails and his car still drives, but maybe there's something to be wondered about the parts that make the whole.

Even after they move, uprooting Billy's entire life and dumping it in Fuckall, Indiana, Billy still thinks about that conversation. Whenever he pops the hood on his baby or has to roll underneath her chassis to check something, he wonders about it. Is his Camaro the same rusted car with the croaking engine he bought for shit from Big Luis down the block? Technically, yeah. And yet. Billy saw the Camaro's charm when he first laid eyes on her, knew her potential and what she could mean for him, that freedom to run far and go where he pleased. Billy loved the ocean, but he had always wanted to fly as a kid, and that Camaro was his wings. Big Luis must have known it too, because the bastard had definitely undersold on purpose despite Billy's best efforts to make a fair deal of it.

Billy isn't sure if that feeling is something someone could replace like a new hood or set of wheels. But it isn't like he'd built the Camaro back up from scratch, chassis, body, engine and all. She was a fixer upper for sure, but Billy wasn't a miracle worker either. The question asked if all the parts replaced made it new. Billy still wasn't sure about that. And ships and cars and wood and metal aren't people. Broken wrists. Broken nose. Heavy bruises. Heavy heart. All these things patched up and pulled together with duct tape, gauze, and spite but undeniably his. Before, his broken parts and cracked edges had been his. After the Shadow, everything he was had been picked apart and reassembled like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces and others borrowed from different boxes. A Rubix cube with all the stickers rearranged and others colored in. All of his bits and insides taken and replaced like the rotten wooden boards of that stupid ship.

Is it the same? That ship the same as the one that first set sail? Is he the same? That man he sees in the mirror the same as the little boy that cried when his dad called him a sissy? Billy doesn't know. And just like when he was 17 years old and sitting in Marie Ortega's classroom during lunchtime, he doesn't think it really matters.

(He doesn't know if his beloved Camaro is the same as that rusted half gutted car he bought from the local mechanic his freshman year and fixed with parts from the local junkyard. But now his baby sits mangled to pieces and impounded behind the police station, all those months of work and years of care going up like so much ash floating in air. He thinks it's fitting almost, that they should share such a similar fate. If they are rebuilt now, will they still be the same car, the same man?)

[eldritch-spouse]

Hey hey hey, time for Hoodie Anon's Bullshit power hour! 🎉 don't worry it's not super chaotic this time tho (I'll come up with some more hell for you later but it is 551 AM when I'm sending this and I need to SLEEP)

How would the clergymen react with an s/o who wants to be with them but sets like a few hard (reasonable but definitely deal breaker) boundaries for their own mental health? Like...

With Morrell? Well, you'd better not slaughter anybody in front of me, I will cry. And yes, while I will absolutely eat and be thankful for the stuff you make me to eat, please do not tell me if you use humans as ingredients, at least not until much later on so I don't immediately vomit.

With Santi? Bitch, it's fine you fuck people, it's your job and you need to eat, but if you do that in our bed I'm gonna sleep on the couch for the night or some shit (only not making YOU do it because you can overpower me and...y'know, you were here first). Don't be surprised if I still have sex with you after I learn about this, that does not mean you've been forgiven for that.

Patches? You wanna stalk me? Good, great, all about it, whatever makes you feel more secure. I will absolutely be sweet with you outside the bedroom and super kinky inside of it. But you ever get violent with me while you're in your more feral state and I WILL either yell at you or give you the silent treatment later on.

Krulu? Kinda the same thing as the Morrell bit, to be honest, at least the slaughtering part since he doesn't...make...y'know, people food. Also, unless I experience some sort of traumatic event, please don't alter my memories. That would be a really shitty thing of you to do, and I'll probably find out that you did it at some point or another, so then we'll BOTH be upset.

Grimbly? Be cute and adorable, snuggles are wonderful, and drink my blood if you must but if you ever do that shit without warning, I will swat at you like a fucking insect and....again, cry. Like full on sob and get very scared, and not in any sort of fun/kinky way.

Just as some examples lol

[551am? You're on the next level Hoodie, I don't even know how to access that hour!]

Oh boundaries boundaries- A word which most yanderes simply cannot grasp, right?

Morell is mostly fine with you not wanting to see the butchering process. As much as a part of him feels disappointed that you want no involvement, he can understand some peeps are just squeamish! He's very glad you're willing to eat on your own, even if you know the ingredients are... Different. Because otherwise, the mushroom monster would have to resort to underhanded tactics to get some good food down your hatch.

Oh honey, Santi would fuck you exclusively if he could. But chances are that he can't, because you won't handle that much sex, or Santi constantly fishing for "snacks" throughout the day. You need a break, naturally. But worry not, because Santi completely agrees with you. The moment you two share a living space, no meal of his is setting foot there. The Clergy is full of rentable rooms anyway, and even if it wasn't, most of his clients are down bad enough to lick the floor if they have to.

Patches is so very amused that you'd let him stalk you. Just like that? Huh. Then maybe next time he'll just follow you into your home without the cloaking device then. You said he could! Nonetheless, dullahan fit Patches is not likely to direct senseless aggression at you. That would only happen if you were to deny him too much, shun him, refuse to love this side of him as much as you love regular Patches. Then, then things would get ugly. He's a package deal and you're going to have to work with that.

Grimbly's not above nibbling. He really isn't, he's going to chew a little. You don't need to swat him to get him to stop, but you it's definitely acceptable. While the bat monster dreams of your blood and maasy occasionally get brave enough to try something at night, he will mostly respect your wishes when you're awake. Though denying him this too much will lead to the vampire sucking his other meals dry. And coming back to you a bit sick because, much like a fucking mosquito, he gorges himself almost hard enough to burst when he's distraught. You can always rely on blood bags, even if they're not as tasty.

With Krulu my friend, you're just fucked. Sorry to say, but your boundaries are second place to the siadar's will. You don't wish to see people die at his hands? What a pity, dear chosen, but you are not to shy from your lord. Ever. If Krulu feels he has to alter your memories, he will. No ifs or buts, they will either be locked from your conscious mind or erased altogether. He can even make filler memories. You're better off accepting these possibilities than trying to bicker with a god. Trust that he's doing what's best for you, lamb. You cannot be squeamish, that is not acceptable for a vessel. And if he rids you of memories, then trust that those only ever hindered your duties.

[kkusuka]

i hope ur doing well! 💕 can i request hcs of tendou, suna, nishinoya, kenma, and iwaizumi dry humping?

this was cute ~~!!!!

and i am doing very well thank you for asking bby, how are you?

--reader has fem anatomy--

NSFW

Tendou Satori 

He like making you cum in unconventional places 

He would fuck you in the middle of the plaza- 

But y’know, the laws and all that

(not that he would’t totally get arrested if it was for mind-blowing sex with you)

And right now he is seriously considering the police station right now

Semi had invited you, adn what seemed to be a thousand other people, to his dorm for a little get together. 

And there was no more room for ou to sit next to him on the couch 

So taking the better option, you popped a squat on his waiting lap

And now, thirty minutes in, he really wither he could just lift you up and fuck you right there

Well he could-  everyone in the room was either blackout drunk or so high they would never come out on their daydreams 

But he knows that multiple people have their phones out and somehow it’ll come back to bite both of you in the ass

He was going to have to figure something out 

What he didn't realize was that during his internal conflict you had started to grind down onto him

“Oh ho! Getting a bit frisky aren't we?~” 

One hand grabbed your waist as the other moved down to spread your legs further 

He swiftly spun you to face him, your clit right where his zipper was 

Within the minute you were grinding down on him (a practical body roll)  like your life depended on it 

As the moments pushed on he reached down and rubbed your throbbing nub through your panties 

“Are you about to cum from some measly grinding? Are you that much of a whore? In Front of all of these people?” 

Someone was looking, you looked like you were in heaven, and he was about cum

And he hadn't even gotten his dick wet. 

(he’ll have to make sure that happens by the end of the night) 

Suna Rintarou

Sometimes getting fully naked is just a hassle 

He’s tired, but he’s also horny 

A true fatal flaw 

And it isn’t his fault that spandex makes you look like you’ve been sent down from heaven strait to him 

And now you were bending over the counter scrolling through some random social media on your phone 

God- he just wanted feel you under him 

And after he had taken at least 10 photos (all different angles) he was ready to put his plan in action. 

He walked up behind you and pressed himself completely against you

His chest to your back. 

“You like waving your ass in front of me that much?” 

He started grinding on you and playing with your nipples through you shirt 

He’ll rock up into you, hitting right where your clit it 

Squishing you between a rock and a hard place. 

Then after some time he’ll start pounding into you like he was really fucking you

When you came he followed soon after

Yeah cumming in his underwear was annoying but you just looked so fucked out he didn't even notice

NIshinoya Yuu

He’s an impulse kind of guy

When he gets the urge to, he does 

So when he sees you dancing with kiyoko, he’s already on you

He’ll drag you to the nearest wall

Maybe he’ll make sure that no ones looking 

Maybe he won’t 

Not that it would stop him him from pressing you into the and putting a knee between your legs 

He’ll kiss up and down your neck murmuring about how sexy you look and how soft you feel against him 

 He’ll take his knee away and press himself completely against you 

He will waste no time, there is so going slow with him

He gets right to the point, and just bangs into you

With reckless abandon nonetheless

It doesn't take long to bring you to an orgasm, with the help of his finger rubbing around your clothed core

He’ll keep thrusting through not only yours but his orgasm 

And after that he just takes you somewhere that you can bother to really get the show on the road. 

Kenma Kozume 

He’s more of a humper

And it’s a pretty quick think for him 

Like a “the round starts in two minutes, yeah that’s enough time” 

(it's literally never enough time) 

If you aren't in the room with him, he’ll search the entire house to find you, a hassle but a worth it one 

He has you lay on your back and he, in between your legs 

(you already know what's about to happen, it’s predictable at this point)

He’ll get nice and set between your legs

Then he’ll life, most likely your left leg, up onto his shoulder

(for better access of course) 

And he just humps, as quick as he can, gotta get back to the game

He’ll either have you play with your nipples or rub around your clit, he wants you to feel good too 

He’ll have his other hand on your right thigh, and the pressure he applies will vary as time continues 

Like as he gets closer he’ll squeeze harder 

(he also pants a lot and he lets out a lot of little moans and pleas, it's just so cute) 

When he finally finishes ge slumps down onto your boodbs for a few minutes

Then goes back to realize he completely missed the round 

Iwaizumi Hajime

 (iwa is a hard dom, no objections) 

I feel like this is a hard dom punishment thing

Like he caught you trying to hump a pillow in your panties to get off, without permission 

Daddy Iwa doesn't take that shit 

But i truly believe for him, that this is tame 

Other time he would make you take everything off, but he was feeling merciful, and just let you stay clothed 

But then i'll grab you you by the hips and push you onto all fours 

“You like being a bad bitch , huh? Well this is what disobedient whores get” 

Hell have a hand on your neck, slightly choking you, as he rts into you with all the strength the has 

He won't listen to your mons and pleas

It’s all about him 

After he cums, he’ll just let you go and tell you not to do it again

(and not to touch yourself without his permission. 

He won’t even help you get off :( 

He won't let you try to get off either 

Only good girls get to cum

And good girls do as they’re told 

[elevatormusic]

bl recommendations boys

alright so i’ve never actually posted any of my recommendations for bls on here so that’s what we are gonna do today.

just gonna do like my top ones from each country because there are so many that i’ve watched and forgot what happened so like here we go. this does contain a lot of spoilers so read at your own risk.

top 10 thai:

i was gonna do just top 10 in general but as there are so many fucking thai ones i think it’s best to just give them their own category. i haven’t actually watched many lately just because they have all been pretty repetitive and i got bored but whatever.

sotus. warnings: hazing. i won’t even lie to you, this isn’t even the best thai bl however idk what it is but i absolutely adore the singto/krist pairing (in the show, plz don’t ship real ppl). so here we are. classic enemies to lovers trope (my absolute favorite). so engineer students. one is a popular freshman (kongpob) and is getting hazed by the upperclassmen. the other is the leader of the hazing team (arthit) and ngl a bit of a prick at first. kong simply does not give a single fuck tbh and i truly love that for him. think like the perfect honor student decides to rebel against the system and ends up falling for the person he is rebelling against. they do have a second season (sotus s) that’s like working in the real world. it’s not as good but i still like it. and the one episode of our skyy which is extremely domestic and i very much love. you can watch on youtube (gmmtv)

until we meet again. warnings: suicide, death, homophobia. like it is very heavy in the plot so please be in the right headspace to be watching this one. nonetheless it is so so good. kinda complicated to explain but i’ll try my best. okay so it focuses on two different couples. korn and intouch are from the past and pharm and dean are from the present. so when korn and intouch were around it wasn’t accepted to be gay and their fathers were not having it (straight up homophobic af). basically a bunch of bad shit happens to them and after they die they are like reincarnated into pharm and dean. so basically pharm and dean like unravel everything of the past. but yeah the bitch is crazy good. also pharm is so adorable and i would die for him. you can watch on youtube (studio wabi sabi)

ingredients. okay so this is actually like an ad series. like they are straight up promoting a supermarket lmao. but it’s actually so so cute and soft and domestic and god i love it and them. also jeff and game have such great chemistry it’s beautiful (honestly my favorite thai ship). so tops (yeah my mans was named after the grocery story lmao) is a future chef and win is an aspiring singer. and they were roommates (plz know the meme thank you). yeah so they are roommates and the entire series they slowly fall for each other. and it’s just like so many good tropes shoved in there and man i love it. be warned the episodes are super short. also the acting skills on these two? bruh they are like the complete opposite of their characters irl and you would never know. trust me go look up interviews of them and you’ll understand. you can watch on youtube (centralfoodtv)

my engineer. i’m putting this one on here solely for ram and king. goodbye. no but okay so i’m not gonna lie i find one of the main actors in this kinda creepy lmao but it’s fine i can look past that. the show is actually good. duen is basically punished to bring bohn a flower everyday for a month. at some point bohn’s friends call him out and he finally tells deun he likes him which in turn deun turned that boy down so hard. but ya know bohn doesn’t give up until well he does and boom deun has feelings bitches. one thing that very much pisses me off about it though is that deun’s friends like forbid him to date bohn unless they agree which is like fucked? and actually none of their business but whatever. the real reason i put it on here tho is my boys. firstly i would straight up die for king. they are a side couple but by far my favorite side couple in any bl. king is outgoing and ram is a quiet boy. pretty much king tries to get ram out of his shell the entire time and he drunk confesses (you love to see it). we are supposed to be getting a season two that focuses on them so. you can watch on youtube (my enigneer official)

why r u. this would have been higher on my list if covid didn’t fuck with their filming time. basically zon and saifah were supposed to be the actual main couple but they couldn’t film all of their scenes and so it kinda became the tutor and fighter show. which don’t get me wrong the tutor and fighter storyline is really good too. i just love my soft boys better and wish they were the main as intended. yeah so the two main couples all hate each other lmao. tutor and fighter hate each other and zon and saifah hate each other. hey look another enemies to lovers. do we sense a pattern yet? it’s actually funny because they are actual sweethearts to everyone else besides each other. they pretty much all deny their feelings besides saifah (a king). the main reason i wasn’t as fond of tutor and fighter is because them mf are horny af and well i’m asexual and not into that. very angsty and like sorta love triangle which i also hate but it wasn’t really in your face so it was okay. zon and saifah become friends because sai has to teach zon how to play guitar. it progresses from there but as i said they didn’t get all of the scenes so we were cut short on how they actually fell for each other but they did do a special (three episodes i think) of just them two to make up for it. you can watch on the line tv app.

a tale of a thousand stars. warnings: death, heart transplant (idk just in case), guns. this one was a very refreshing one in the aspect they weren’t university students anymore. like finally dude. so this guy tian is a rich boy and he needs a heart transplant. he gets the heart from a teacher (from a poor village) that died. basically he finds out that she was the one that he got the heart from so he wanted to make up for it by going to teach at the village she was at. when he gets there the chief forest officer phupha is assigned to take care of him. they don’t get off on the right foot at first but eventually become friends. and they actually flirt so much like no hiding that shit. also they actually go about this by not freaking out about liking a dude which is super chill because so many thai ones love to say they don’t like guys just this guy as if bisexuality doesn’t exist but anyway. you can watch on youtube (gmmtv)

love by chance. warnings: blackmail, being outed sort of. saint my baby boy is dynamic af okay. but in this one he plays pete, the very polite and quiet rich boy. cute cinnamon role of a person will fight everyone for him. his pairing is with ae, the mf is a chaotic outgoing boy. pretty much complete opposites. there’s a scene where ae says he doesn’t think he’s too short just everyone else is taller than him and i think that sealed it for me. this one is very nice because they both caught feelings at the beginning of this bitch so like aye don’t have to wait until the end besties. did this one even actually have a plot except everyone being gay and jealous? idk i mean it was honestly just pete and ae being boyfriends so it doesn’t matter we stan. the side couple in this is a cute enemies to lovers thing. actually tin is a dick to everyone except pete. i think we are supposed to hate him but i refuse. i love that man so much and he deserves only good things. you can watch on youtube (studio wabi sabi) and the linetv app.

he’s coming to me. warnings: death, indirect(?) murder. alright this one is like sifi shit which is not exactly common for thai. won’t lie it is very impractical being that mes is a fucking ghost but. who comes up with this shit and makes me enjoy it? in all honesty it’s probably because of singto. alright so mes couldn’t go into the afterlife when he died because his family is fucked up (you’ll see). so this guy thun can see ghosts. he starts as a little boy which is kinda weird but whatever we get the actual guy (college boy). so he takes mes out of the cemetery and basically they are roommates (again the meme). it’s actually pretty platonic for a good bit because again mes is a fucking ghost bro. and like he can’t really touch things all the time especially people so it’s very difficult. but they have this weird ghost human relationship but it works. i know i sound like i’m talking shit but i promise i’m not it is actually good. you can watch on youtube (gmmtv)

2gether. warnings: so many fucking straight people. okay so this one is pretty light hearted. tine starts off obnoxiously straight (lol okay). and so basically this other guy has a crush on him so he tries to higher a girl to act as his girlfriend and it just doesn’t work. so his only logical solution is “hey let’s get the hottest dude in school to be my boyfriend instead” like sir straight??? and you couldn’t find another way to turn him down? okay. so yeah fake dating trope begins for like the first half. and then plot twist sarawat has feelings for straight boy tine. so he tries to get him for real but tine’s friends are super annoying like i will swing at all of them mf. obnoxious straight friends don’t want their friend to be bisexual pretty much. anyways very good and they do have a second season that is very domestic we love. you can watch on youtube (gmmtv)

second chance. warnings: mention of death, serious injury. this one is actually a fairly recent one. i usually tend to stay away from high school ones just because like i feel weird watching them and they just usually aren’t good imo. however i gave this one a chance fully because of tong. he’s played side characters before and he finally got his lead role so i had to. anyways he plays paper. his character is just idk he’s a nice boy and he’s a smart honorable dude. his best friend is thong fah. basically he lost his father and he just has been having a hard time and paper has always been there for him (they are childhood friends). tbh thong fah liked him from the very beginning. i think paper did too but refused to admit it for a bit. they honestly are just vibing together as besties and then one day were like nah we are something more. idk it’s not all dramatic and shit like the other ones. it’s just very soft and pining and idk i really like it. fair warning there are not many episodes in this. you can watch on the linetv app.

top 5 korean:

okay let’s do korean next. i pretty much love all of the korean ones so yeah let’s do this. i do recommend to watch the movie versions of these if you can. they just flow better than the episodes do imo. but the shows are fine too like it’s the same thing. you can watch all of these on viki. 

to my star. warnings: fighting, blackmail. this is my baby. my favorite bl out of all of these. extremely domestic with a bit of enemies to lovers (my favorite two tropes). kang seo joon is an actor that gets in trouble for “fighting” and he has to hide out until everything blows over. his manager gets him to hide out in his rental place (that he is in fact renting to someone). that someone being a chef named han ji woo. hey look they were roommates. anyways they are complete opposite of each other too. seo joon is very outgoing and friendly. will talk to anyone and overall just a big puppy. ji woo is stern and very much keeps to himself. so ji woo pretty much hates him at first but my mans seo joon is persistent af and forces them to be friends. and then he gets drunk and kisses him which in turn makes him realize he likes him. and then shit goes down and things get a bit rocky but then the dummies figure out what’s going on and they make up and they are super cute okay. i love them with my entire being.

color rush. warnings: attempted suicide, death, and kidnapping. in this world a portion of the population can only see color in different shades of grey. those people are called monos and they can only see other colors when they meet their probe. so yeon woo is a mono that moves schools a lot when people find out (they have bad reputations for killing their probes). when he moves schools again he meets yoo han who turns out to be his probe. enemies to lovers baby. i use that loosely. basically yeon woo tries to avoid yoo han as much as possible because he never wanted to meet his probe. he doesn’t want to get obsessed with him and murder the dude like other monos do. but eventually with yoo han’s persistence they start to become friends and eventually date. and he teaches yeon woo about all the different colors while fully knowing it can be extremely dangerous. some dark shit does go down but for the most part it’s pretty upbeat.

where your eyes linger. warnings: fighting, homophobia. this one is cute and domestic. god idk how many times i said they were roommates in this list but they are fucking roommates. actually more than that, they share a bed. so rich boy han tae joo (i honest to god have no clue what his dad is a ceo of but whatever that’s a thing). he has a bodyguard (gang gook) who is also his best friend that is his age and goes to school with him. basically people aren’t exactly supposed to know he is his bodyguard but honestly everyone knows. so uh it has like a lot of sexual tension between them. anyways they don’t exactly admit it at first (especially gang gook). and then he starts dating this girl to prove them both wrong that they don’t have feelings for each other. which just backfired so hard and got tae joo jealous af.

wish you. oh my fucking god yeah i’m saying it again. they were roommates. why am i like this. so kang in soo (he’s pretty much playing himself) is a singer who gets discovered off the streets by a boy that works for a record company. said boy is yoon sang yi and he actually plays keyboard. basically he recommends him to his boss and the company takes him on. since he’s a rookie the company makes him stay with one of their people (yoon sang yi). so they live together and work together everyday and just hang out together like friends would. then yoon sang yi gets drunk and kisses him and it kinda freaked kang in soo out. and then shit goes down about his music career and they end up being all cute and making music together instead. very wholesome.

mr heart. warnings: blackmail (well like a loan shark but). yeah this one is def last on my list. don’t get me wrong it’s still good and i like it but def not as good as the rest. sang ha is just a smiley puppy dog in human form. his life is actually so hard too man i feel for him. he’s actually a runner (a sprinter to be exact) and he gets hired to help another student. jin won runs marathons and has a bunch of records but he starts to struggle so sang ha comes along to help him maintain his running. jin won hates it at first and is kind of a dick to him. but they eventually get along and like sang ha is very forward with his feelings towards him so it’s nice to see.

my little disclaimer on this. i haven’t watched you make me dance yet (but have heard it’s great). and light on me ( i’m not sure if i will because love triangles and i hate them). peach of a time is airing right now (it’s a crossover with a few thai actors). honorable mention to nobleman rye’s wedding (it wasn’t bad but i got a little bored).

moving on to other random ones that i wanna talk about. i’ll group them by country but these are just like ones that i’m not as invested in (meaning i don’t watch every bl these countries put out, i just kinda watch at random times). but i still have a few that i very much enjoyed. 

taiwanese:

we best love: no 1 for you. warnings: blackmail (but it’s like for a good reason). back to college students boys. so zhou shu yi and gao shi de are mortal enemies. and by that i mean zhou shu yi considers gao shi de his mortal enemy. and gao shi de is simply in love. they have been going to the same school their entire lives and gao shi de beats him in literally everything. plot twist he did it because that’s the only way to get zhou shu yi’s attention. it actually takes place in college tho. and basically gao shi de “blackmails” him into being his servant. but they actually end up forming a weird friendship out of it. gao shi de accidentally confesses. zhou shu yi turns him down but then realizes lol he’s in love with that man. yeah so they have a second season (fighting mr 2nd) it’s good very different from the first. they do have a questionable scene in one episode but um yeah it’s pretty much a big load of gao shi de being trash at communicating. honestly who would’ve guessed zhou shu yi would be the good communicator. you can watch on wetv (but i think i watched them on dailymotion or something)

be loved in house: i do. it’s centered around a group of coworkers and friends in a design studio. the head employee that is pretty much over everyone is shi lei. he’s such a soft ball of sunshine that will fight for what he believes in and i love him so much. until the new director (yu zhen) comes along and takes over the shop. he brings with him a single rule which yeah is what it sounds like. they all gotta be single or they get fired. two of the coworkers are actually dating (were gonna get engaged literally that day lmao) so of course they have a problem with it. welcome enemies to lovers. and wait for it. roommates!!! yeah so they end up living together and they give each other a lot of shit. but then they start to get along and oh my god so many bed scenes. it’s literally just them sleeping but they share a bed so much in this series it’s very cute. but yeah they are quite bad at communication. and yu zhen’s ex boyfriend shows up. a bit chaotic at the end there but yeah very good. you can watch on viki.

history 3: trapped. warnings: guns, death. listen the history franchise is very problematic but this one actually isn’t bad. now i personally like the side couple more than the main but the main are still cute. police officer (meng shao fei) and gang leader (tang yi) fall for each other. i guess yeah another enemies to lovers. basically both of their mentors got killed at the same time years ago and they are both trying to find the murderer. and they get kidnapped together and have to work together. and yeah feelings and stuff. the side couple are of another cop and one of tang yi’s subordinates. they literally never hated each other. they were just vibing the entire time. i refuse to put history3: make our days count because of the ending but feel free to watch if you want to get your heart broken. you can watch on viki.

filipino (pinoy):

my day. warnings: non con sex tape (by a third party). you don’t understand how much i love sky. nothing bad should ever happen to him okay. him and ace are actually super cute together. so sky interns at this food company that ace is the boss of. and like ace is literally so mean to everyone especially sky for no reason like idek why. there is sort of a love triangle which i didn’t like with a girl. tbh the girl was super annoying the entire time there wasn’t a need for her but i guess for the story. anyways yeah it actually isn’t that great of a plot but i look past it because i love ace and sky together. it used to be on youtube but i’m not sure where to watch now sorry (maybe try dailymotion)

gameboys. okay how do i explain this one without completely roasting them. okay it’s cute for sure but it’s also really cringe imo. it’s cringe to the point that you have to watch it. it is straight up two dudes that stream themselves playing games (think twitch irl). they literally set it in covid times so they never get to meet because of that so it’s long distance and the entire show has them talking to each other over video calls. in the least offensive way possible gavreel is the definition of a fuckboy idc what anyone says. honestly cairo lowkey is too but moving on. it’s very different so if that’s your thing go for it. you can watch on netflix.

like in the movies. warnings: internalized homophobia. how do i say this.. they were roommates. basically karl is forced to live in his uncle’s condo alone (family tradition thing idk). and he’s supposed to pay rent to said uncle every month by himself. he eventually can’t make a payment and gets his neighbor (vlad) to move in with him. he actually doesn’t like vlad at first because he makes a bunch of noise and gets drunk a lot (mans is just heartbroken okay). they definitely pretend to date in front of his sister so vlad doesn’t have to go back home to his homophobic mom. to be clear karl has the internalized homophobia. vlad is out and proud. you can watch on youtube (globe studios) 

japanese:

seven days: monday- thursday. and seven days: friday- sunday. yeah this is a two parter. they are actually films instead of tv shows (i think i only have watched as a film). my favorite of the japanese bls by far. there is very little heat (probably why my asexual ass likes it) but they do have a few intimiate scenes. so sieryo is a popular freshman and he is known for dating whichever girl confesses to him first on monday morning. shino yuzuru is a popular upperclassmen that always gets dumped because he doesn’t turn out to be what girls imagine him to be. so he decides to give it a try with sieryo. shino basically thinks it’s kind of a joke and straight up thinks they are literally only going to date for one week. sieryo does it to find a person he can fall in love with in a week. they both catch feelings and get jealous so that’s fun. you can watch on youtube. 

given. i won’t lie i haven’t actually watched the live action of this yet but i’m sure it is good. i have watched the anime if you’re into that. so it’s about a band. everyone in said band likes a boy. queer band supremacy. satou is a quiet boy that keeps to himself. chance encounter with ritsuka uenoyama has him teaching satou how to play the guitar. turns out satou has the voice of an angel and he joins their band as the lead singer. and yeah they spend a lot of time together so ya know. you can watch on crunchyrole. 

his- i didn’t think i would fall in love. it’s a super short one. i think like five episodes. nagisa is literally a high school student that lives by himself. straight up man moved to the beach so he could surf. he’s pretty quiet and keeps to himself a lot. shun goes to visit his dad at said beach and ends up being left alone there for spring break. they meet and become friends eventually. so nagisa teaches him to surf and they hang out a lot and yeah turns out nagisa just liked this boy the entire time. very wholesome and cute. you can watch on viki. also this is based on the movie his which i haven’t actually watched yet but also on viki.

vietnamese:  

had to include one or two of course. i actually haven’t watched a lot of these. mainly because i haven’t found many that i like so plz leave recs if yall would like.

stage of love. this was actually my first one i watched and i very much loved it. bear with me because it’s been a while. but basically nguyen is like the perfect senior. he’s actually really straightforward with people and so a lot of people are a bit scared of him. but they also like him at the same time. bao is a freshman that is just trying to have a good time honestly. so he gets cast as the lead in the university’s play. nguyen basically comes around to help out and make the play good because he’s like super into theatre. and they rehearse with each other and one thing leads to another. they’re super cute together. i hope i accurately described that, it really has been so long. you can watch on youtube (ab studio).

you are ma boy. i feel like this one is pretty popular actually. am i making that up? idk but i’ve seen people talk about it. enemies to lovers again hello. it’s actually super cute like nothing extreme. just soft boys in a cafe. i really hope i’m getting the names right here because it is so hard to find how to spell the names without going to yt so uh. bach duong works at this cafe and one day nhat nam barges in to hide from his fans. basically they keep running into each other and eventually fall for each other. the plot is like idk was there a plot? they literally just found each other every episode and lmao that was it but it was still good. you can watch on youtube (dgtv)

chinese:

as we know china has government censorship so these are bl but they also aren’t. like they don’t kiss or anything like that and they are referred to as friends. tho they did sneak in soulmate since you can use it as platonic lmao. so like don’t get your hopes up for a bunch of romantic shit. because it’s not in here. however if you read the novels (and all of them do have novels) you will get the actual gay shit.

the untamed. my beloved. warnings: so much death. i watched this 5 times in a row (5o fucking episodes okay) when i first found it. okay so it follows the story of wei wuxian and lan wangi. guess what? enemies to lovers. you will be confused by the first two episodes if you don’t read the novel first like most of us did. i recommend watching the show first actually because the novel is very confusing to follow. so it’s set in historical china. at the time wei wuxian and lan wangi are two of the best young cultivators in the world. they meet when they are teenagers and lan wangi immediately hates the man. he pretty much doesn’t speak to anyone besides his brother and uncle. like mans straight up hates the world. until wei wuxian comes along and forces his way into his life. complete opposites again. lan wangi is an honor student, goes by the rules, a model cultivator if you will. wei wuxian is actually good in school but hates it, is in fact the worst trouble maker, but is a fantastic cultivator. so it shows there progress to friendship of them fighting side by side and then big ass plot twist: wei wuxian dies and comes back to life uhh 13/16 years later (diff in novel and book). that’s when they actually start to go more towards the romantic side. like i said the novel is super gay and the show is toned down but iykyk. you can watch on like anything (youtube, netflix, viki)

word of honor. warnings: yeah bunch of death again. okay so it’s honestly the untamed but gayer. actually the novel is less gay than the untamed novel but god damn idk how the fuck this ever got past censorship. so it focuses on two kinda evil fuckers. zhou zi shu is the ex leader of an assasain group and wen ke xing is the leader of the ghosts and is in fact trying to get everyone killed. they meet and zhou zi shu immediately hates the man. but like wen ke xing falls hard and fast. zhou zi shu is basically hiding out for the rest of his days until he meets wen ke xing and his unofficial adopted son. they go on a quest to basically bring down the actual evil mf of this story. and it’s found family along the way and god i love it. the amount of times they said soulmate and wen ke xing just straight up openly flirting with this man is astonishing. it’s like one big i’ll die for you constantly happening. you can watch on anything too (youku, youtube, netflix, viki).  

heaven official’s blessing. warnings: yup death. this is anime. idk if the live action is gonna come about because the chinese government is cracking down on bl again so um yeah. the novel is super gay too. but okay it’s the world of gods and demons. xie lian is the scrap collecting god that keeps becoming a god and honestly everyone makes fun of. i, like hua cheng, would simply die for this ball of sunshine. hua cheng (aka san lang) is one of the main demon kings. pretty much everyone including the gods are scared of him except xie lian. he actually befriends him fully knowing who he is. meanwhile hua cheng has been in love with him for like his entire life. he literally waits 800 years to see him again. um anyways yeah they fight together because hua cheng lives to keep xie lian safe which is so hard. xie lian is lowkey the most powerful god fight me. you can watch on netflix.

these next few are shows that have bl couples in it but they aren’t the main couple. but i have to add them because i love the couples. and if you’re like me you can just skip to their scenes only.

skam (norway). warnings: bipolar, depression, homophobia, more warnings for the rest of the show so look them up first. how it works is each season focuses on a different couple. the characters are in every season but the bl couple’s story is in season three. i’ve watched the first and second season of this as well and you don’t need to watch them to understand season three if you don’t want to. but if you do wanna watch, it actually is a really good show. they bring up real life problems people have. so isak is gay but he kind of refuses to admit it to himself or anyone else. he tries to fit in by having a girlfriend until even comes along. even is a very chaotic bisexual pretty much does whatever tf he wants all the time. they meet at a club event hosted by their friends. and they keep meeting because of their mutual friends. they both have girlfriends at the time but they eventually break up with them and get together instead. so their story revolves around yeah homophobia but also on even being bipolar. and the effects of that to an individual, relationship, and his loved ones. it’s a deeper one so like be prepared. there are also other countries that made adaptations of the show as well if you wanna check those out. i only watched the bl seasons in these but i very much like the france and belgium versions. i won’t lie it took me so long to find how to watch these the first time so just like google it. update: even is actually pan which i did not find out until recently so yeah

love is science (taiwan). warnings: slight homophobia but not terrible. i will tell you right now i have no fucking clue what the plot of this show is outside the bl couple. straight up i have skipped every scene that doesn’t involve them. but their story doesn’t have anything to do with anyone else. so mark starts as lowkey homophobic. not in the sense that he was saying a bunch of rude shit. but in the sense that he’s never been around gay people before and straight up did not know how to act. like thinks of gay people as stereotypes sort of way. and yeah that’s how he meets ou wen. they meet because of clients and they end up seeing each other like every other day. mark does apologize for how he acted at first and they do become sort of friends. then mark finds out who ou wen’s boss is and tries to get ou wen to help set them up. ou wen agreed because he’s straight up in love with the man and hates seeing him sad. later on mark is over the whole boss thing and realized nah he actually has feelings for ou wen. the show is still going on right now so like idk everything but i applaud mark for skipping the whole gay panic and just accepting the fact that he’s bisexual. mark- clueless straight to confident bisexual. ou wen- confident gay to panicked gay real quick. you can watch on viki.

alright besties that’s my list for now. i tried to put everything i remembered in this but i may have forgot some good ones idk. i’ve watched most of these a long ass time ago so like. as for all the warnings: i tried to remember as best as i could but i may have missed some warnings so please do look it up before actually going into any of these if you need to. 

but yeah these are obviously all my opinions so don’t take it to heart if you disagree with it lol we all have our own opinions. i may add more or do a part two later on but idk this is it for now. this took me so long to do btw so lmao i hope some of yall actually watch them.