#when is it okay to talk about certain things?

[navybrat817]

Heatwave

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: It's hot and you cool down with a sweet treat. You decide to give Bucky a treat, too.

Word Count: Over 2k

Warnings: Dirty talk, possessive behavior, oral sex (m. receiving, talk of f. receiving), reference to sex, humor, slight feels if you squint, reader is horny and down for Bucky Barnes (he's also a warning, okay?).

A/N: A SINday treat thanks to an ask from @buckyismysafehaven. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The heat was a bitch and had been for days. You were thankful that you and Bucky had the day off since the very thought of going outside almost made you sweat. You didn’t bother getting dressed, opting to sit around in your underwear near the air conditioner so you could stay cool. Your man tried to stay dressed after a cold shower, which lasted all of two minutes before he stripped off his black t-shirt and pants and muttered about how ungodly warm it was. Your poor super soldier ran hot without trying.

You sympathized. You really did but seeing him in a delicious pair of boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination had you rubbing your thighs together. And him sitting on the couch with his legs open and head tilted back with his eyes closed, it was reminiscent of how he looked some days when you were on your knees for him. Only the clench in his jaw gave away how frustrated he was. You didn’t blame him for that at all since it was hot as balls.

Speaking of balls, you wanted Bucky’s balls in your mouth. And his cock. Sure, there were other things you could do, like read or clean. The two of you could watch a movie and cuddle if it cooled off a bit. Or you could suck Bucky so good that his eyes would roll back and his soul would briefly leave his body. You were certain your soul once went to some version of Valhalla after marathon sex with him.

Oh, what a fun day that was…

“Thanks for the popsicle,” you said, licking it from the bottom to top. You stocked up when you heard there was going to be a heatwave. It was a nice treat to help you stay cool and it didn't hurt that you could tease him with the visual innuendo if he opened his eyes. 

“You're welcome, sweetheart,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I can feel you staring at me.”

Of course, you were. Bucky was a looker, a stunner, an eleven out of ten, sin incarnate, something straight out of a romance novel, a walking and talking wet dream. Some days you looked at him and couldn't form a single thought. It was just noises and gibberish. 

“Because you’re hot,” you said, continuing to stare. He was honest to god one of the hottest men you had ever seen and you weren’t sure how you got anything done with him around. “Hotter than the temperature outside.”

The sweet treat melted in your mouth faster when he tilted his head and finally opened his eyes. His pupils dilated when you pushed it as deep as it could go. Your eyes didn’t water since you had more than enough practice taking him into your throat and the treat didn’t compare to his thickness. “I am hot,” he teased in a tone that bordered on cockiness, which you loved. Seeing him confident in his skin, in himself, that meant everything. “And you are so hot I’m about to lose my underwear. I don't know why either of us bother wearing any.” 

He had a point. Why did you two bother? Oh, yeah. Life and adulting and all of that other stuff that required clothing.

He smirked when you licked some of the sticky sweetness off your lips and let your gaze travel down his wide torso. “You should,” you encouraged, gesturing between his legs. “And when I’m done sucking on this popsicle, I can suck on your cock.”

His head fell back with a groan. It was fun being upfront with what you wanted. Life was too short not to be. “You want my cock in your mouth? In this heat?” he whispered, palming himself with a quiet hiss. 

Super soldiers and their sensitivity.

You hummed and slid off the couch, trying your best to look sexy as you moved toward him while holding the popsicle. Even if you looked ridiculous, he wouldn’t care since your mere presence seemed to turn him on. You were lucky you didn’t get a big head because of that.

Big head. Head. You wanted to give Bucky head. He deserved all the blowjobs in the world after the shit he had been through.

“I sure do. I want your cock no matter how you’ll give it to me. Morning, afternoon, evening, any day of the week that ends in ‘y’, and any month of the year that has at least 28 days,” you told him. It sounded like a joke, but you were deadly serious and he didn't laugh. If Bucky Barnes could fuck you all day every day, you’d happily accept that as your purpose in life and forever volunteer as tribute. 

He moaned, the same moan he let out when he recently went down on you. The taste of you drove him wild and he loved diving between your thighs to satisfy his hunger, especially when you sat on his face. None of that hovering shit either. He demanded that you sit on him like a fucking seat. Of course, you obeyed. It was the right thing to do. 

And if he died, he’d die doing what he loved… you. 

“And right now you want my cock in your mouth?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Not in your pussy, which I know is soaked?”

Bucky always knew the second you got wet. It was impossible to hide arousal from him. “Uh-huh. I want your cock in my mouth. Then I want it in my pussy, and maybe my ass after that.” His head snapped up so quickly you thought he’d hurt himself and you just smiled. It looked innocent, but there was so much sin underneath it. “That’s right, Bucky. I’d let you fuck my tight ass if you asked me nicely.”

You were in the camp that your ass was an “exit only” until Bucky entered your life. What could you say? The man made you want to be a whore, specifically his whore. So, if he wanted to fuck your ass and tease your pussy with a dildo of his size and shape, you’d beg for it and more.

“I’ll ask nicely like a gentleman,” he promised in a husky tone, his legs opening more so you could comfortably kneel between them. The man could be a gentleman, buying you flowers just because, holding open doors, and insisting on paying for dates. And then he'd turn around and fuck you like he was making up for lost time. “For now, how about I just wreck your mouth since you offered?”

You made sure he watched as you licked some more of your treat, his breathing heavier and his thighs trembling. Your thighs trembled, too, and your pussy ached. Sex may not be the best idea since it would heat you up and it was hot enough, but who said you couldn’t take another cold shower? Plus, bad ideas could be fun. “Yes, please. Wreck my mouth the way you need to,” you said, putting the popsicle back in your mouth for a second to keep it cold. “Think about how nice my mouth feels because of this.”

“Makes me wonder how quickly that thing would melt if I put it in your pussy,” he mused, making your eyes go wide. “But that could be messy and I'm not about to risk you getting an infection or worse.”

“I adore you,” you said. As horny as you could both be for each other, safety and consent mattered. “And agreed. No popsicle in my pussy today. Just let me keep licking it so I can cool off your gorgeous cock.”

“Let me have a taste,” he murmured, leaning down and cupping your face with tenderness he didn't believe he possessed some days. 

Your mouth was anything but cool when he pressed his lips to yours and slid his tongue past with no resistance. His tongue dueled with yours, heating you up from the inside out. It had you so hot that you whined when he pulled away, and you were happy that he looked as ruined as you. Kisses shouldn't be that powerful, but it was a power you shared together. 

“Now let me have a taste,” you whispered, your heart pounding as you kissed down his warm chest and stomach. 

He put a hand on the back of your head with a smile, not rushing you when you mouthed along his underwear. You knew he’d feel how cool your lips were through the fabric. “And my cock isn’t gorgeous,” he chuckled, his gaze softening. “But you look gorgeous taking it.”

You pulled back so quickly he whimpered. You made the former Winter Soldier whimper. Oh, that had you smirking and nearly dripping down your thighs. Or was that because he praised you? “Your cock is gorgeous. It’s the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen, and it’s gorgeous when it ruins my holes,” you said, helping him tug his underwear down far enough to free him.

You almost whimpered this time as you stared at it. Or was it staring at you? It was so thick and big, and you still didn’t know some days how you took him. You told yourself it was because you were made for him, which was the same thing he said to you. You loved everything he said to you. 

“I know, sweetheart. I know. I feel it, too.”

“‘Atta girl. I knew you could take it.”

“Gonna make me blow if you keep doing that.”

“This pussy was made for my cock. You were made for me.”

“You’re mine. All fucking mine.”

“I love it when you fall apart for me.”

“I love you.”

You loved the beautiful menace, too. 

He growled when you sucked the tip into your mouth. “Fuck, that feels good.” The precum was sweeter than normal thanks to fruity aftertaste from your frozen treat. You’d have to ask him later if he could try pineapple juice so you could test that theory. “And what do you mean the most gorgeous cock you’ve ever seen? That implies that you’ve seen other cocks,” he said through his teeth.

You almost giggled, but the extra growl he let out stopped you. Neither of you were virgins before each other, but he liked to pretend he was your one and only. You loved his possessive streak, and he was the only one who mattered. Another day you might egg him on so he’d fuck the brat out of you, but you chose this battle wisely with the heat being what it was, swallowing down your words the way you swallowed him down. The icing on the cake was the angelic look in your eyes as you did so. 

The same look that always made his hard cock turn to steel.

You pulled off to take one more lick of your popsicle when it began to melt faster. “How about this? Let me help you forget all about the heat while you make me forget that anyone exists outside of you,” you offered, smirking once more. “I’ll get you off before this melts.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And I get to fuck your ass bare, just like your pussy?”

You gasped, and you were lucky you didn’t drop the popsicle. Condoms existed, but Bucky didn’t like anything between you when you had sex and neither did you. Knowing he’d truly claim all of your holes had your head spinning in a way that had nothing to do with the heat.

“As long as it’s in front of a mirror so I can see your face,” you answered.

He seemed to contemplate that, his blue eyes sparkling when he brought your hand to his mouth and licked away the juice that dripped onto your fingers. You clenched around nothing, and he knew it. “Deal,” he sighed with a smile and slid back into your waiting mouth. “Now help me forget the heat, and I’ll make you forget about the rest of the world.”

And that was exactly what the two of you did.

So, yeah. Happy SINday, lovelies. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[chromatic-kitty]

i think anyone can be affected by transmisogyny even if they arent anything close to a woman or anything close to transgender. basically what im saying is that saying anyone is exempt from any form of discrimination is a form of discrimination in and of itself okay so . people who are being made to feel bad. its a bad thing for that to happen no matter what the cause is. and saying that someone cant be "affected by" a certain form of evil is top 10 ways to get that person/those people to never feel comfortable ever again do you want that, tumblr user @katefasteatass? do you want people to never feel comfortable ever again, even if they have done nothing wrong? do you want that? is my boy (cis) not allowed to talk about the times when he was perceived as becoming a trans woman and was treated poorly as a result? this is just one example but i could go on. by the way when will we get transmisandry awareness. tumblr user @katefasteatass not to overwhelm you but trans men exist too

are you tme or tma

"i know you're nonbinary but which of these two arbitrarily constructed gender categories do you fit into" genuinely are you having a laugh

[rafeslvbug]

floridakilos!reader being judged at the country club…

it didn’t feel right– being in this place.

bubbly, colourful drinks, ralph lauren, jewellery that didn’t leave green marks after a few hours. you, thin-boned, slightly gaunt, simple stolen cross, and a white dress cut above your knees that rafe bought for you. the dress was expensive, just like these people. but the person inside it? didn’t fit.

the only thing that felt right was being on rafe’s arm..but even that became less certain.

rafe dipped his head to your ear, whispering a quick, “i’ll be back, baby, go get yourself a drink at the bar over there okay?” then his arm unwound itself from yours and he strolled towards a group of men you didn’t know, a reassuring nod thrown your way when he caught a glimpse of you stuck there. standing. lost.

you pushed your shaky legs to the bar, fingers hovering over the drinks menu, like you were scared to touch it. like putting your pogue fingerprints on it would earn you a fine you couldn’t pay.

“want anything ma’am?” the bartender asked, snapping your attention towards him.

you lip tore away from where it was anxiously being chewed between your teeth. “uh– uhm, could i get a diet coke?” you say meekly, and he flashes you a smile. he’s never seen your kind about here, not a pogue, but the scared type. the ones who behave like they don’t belong. you don’t have the same arrogance as everyone else here. he slides the coke over, lemon wedge and one of those sustainable straws.

you sit on a seemingly velvet-cushioned chair. waiting. sipping your coke. you hear snickers behind you. delicate and bitchy all at once. you’ve heard it before, from the girlfriends of barry’s buyers and various kooks you’d bump into at thrift stores. laughing because they shop here for vintage, you shop here because you have to.

head down, you try to ignore them, quiet still when rafe pulls up the chair next to you. “hey baby,” he grunts, settling a beer he must have collected earlier onto the table next to your coke. “ ‘m back.”

you just nod. try to get the sound of the girls out of your ear. you can hear everything.

“god she’s so weak.”

“does she even talk?”

“i’d hate to be him.”

rafe chuckles, draping an arm over the back of your chair. “can you hear those girls? god knows who they’re on about,” he mutters to you. he doesn’t know. he doesn’t realise they’re talking about you. but you do.

then: “y’know what i heard?”

“what?”

“i heard she was a prostitute..” one of them whisper, not so hushed.

rafe’s brows pinch together. demeanour shifting. his spine stiffens, fingers curling around the frame of your chair. you can see his head turn just barely their way.

“no way!” the other girl exclaims.

“oh yeah!..she apparently gave macy’s boyfriend a lap dance..”

“oh god, poor rafe; she’s disgusting!”

shame flushes your cheeks, head hung so low you don’t even notice rafe completely turn his body. “you wanna say that again?” he asks, voice low.

you lift your head at the sound of it, hand coming onto it his arm, trying to softly urge him to turn around. “rafe, please..”

“nah, it’s okay baby, these bitches have somethin’ they wanna say, they should say it to our faces.”

the girls are stunned. lips glossed together, side glancing each other for some way out.

“go on,” rafe demands. “you were callin’ her a prostitute huh? now i know my girl, an’ she’s not. but macy an’ her boyfriend? well i doubt that he’s satisfied seeing that he got off to a girl sittin’ on his lap, and i’m sure macy’s so desperate she didn’t dump his ass.“ it rolls off his tongue easily, and their mouths hang open, shook that he’d even speak to them like that. but he would, easily– for you.

“an’ you guys aren’t in much position to talk, you’re coming to this place three lonely, desperate girls, an’ pickin’ on someone happier than you, hm?” silence. “exactly.”

rafe turns back to you, shooting them a final look when they grumble something under their breaths. “you didn’t have to do that..” you tell him, tucked into his side.

“of course i did. won’t have anyone speaking like that to my girl.”

[thewayilikemycookie]

🎮┆nerdy talk .ᐟ

Spencer Agnew x f!reader

Summary: “you’re such a nerd bro, like just kiss me already” girlfriend and tomato level flustered boyfriend

Word count: 891

Okay, fine, you admit it: You have a huge thing for nerds (It’s not even a secret now given how much you talk about it). So, bagging Spencer Agnew out of all of them felt like you won the lottery everyday.

You truly love your boyfriend. You love whenever he talks about his interests, when you two play games together, when you get to watch him in his element, at the games stage, and literally everything else about him.

Currently, Spencer was sitting on the big gray couch waiting for the rest of the cast members. You sat next to him and made small talk with the crew until the start of the video.

The game you were playing today was more of a team game, so it was pretty fun for you to play into the dynamics with your fellow cast members while still trying to not do too bad at the game itself. About halfway through the shoot Angela asked a question about a specific part of the gameplay.

“oh it’s like a secret door thing” Spencer answered “you have to find a code hidden in the other levels, but we can just use this other door for now”

“How do you just know that?” Angela asked while following his instructions

“Gosh, you’re such a nerd, Spencer” you smiled at him “like just kiss me already, bro”

You whispered the last part, knowing the editors would most likely cut it out of the video. But nonetheless, Spencer’s whole face turned red from your comment. He hid his face with his hands immediately after seeing your amazed expression.

“Oh?” Angela gasped, already starting her signature laugh

“I’ve never seen your face do that” You smiled between your laughs, with no malicious intent in your voice

“Don’t do this” you could hear his muffled giggles, you could tell he was partly joking and partly a little embarrassed

“Okay, let’s move on!” Trevor announced, mostly for the camera, leaving Spencer with a few seconds to regain his composure. You noticed his cheeks were still a little pink and he seemingly couldn’t look at you without a smile growing on his lips.

After the shoot day, you and Spencer went back to his place for dinner and video games. On the way there, you picked up some take out from a drive through while talking about the new game releases coming this year. You loved listening to Spencer’s non-stop yapping about the graphics and the design and the mechanics and whatever he wanted to talk about, really.

The image of him being so flustered never once left you mind, though, and at some point he must’ve caught you staring, considering the weird look he was now giving you “What?” He asked

“Nothing,” You smiled at him “so, tell me more about that game trilogy” you changed the subject

He dragged out the suspicious look on his face, but ultimately decided he wasn’t going to push you “The horror one?”

You continued listening to him until you got home and the conversation dissipated. You ate your meal under the colorful television lights as you and Spencer watched a movie, legs all tangled together under the blankets. You would sometimes joke about certain parts of the movie, ending up doubled down laughing and having to re-watch multiple scenes.

You put your plates aside on the coffee table “Can we play that horror game?”

“Sure,” He beamed at you “do you want the controller?”

“Hell no” You cuddled up next to him

The game itself wasn’t too scary, but the jumpscares would always jolt you awake screaming, making Spencer hold in his laughter, not wanting to be rude. At a specific part of the game, where the character was walking down a hall and tensions were high, you could feel yourself getting increasingly scared.

“It’s crazy how they can build so much tension” You said, hugging his arm tightly

“I know” his whole face lit up with excitement “and it’s all in the atmosphere, like literally the little details, its insane. It’s like the song and the purposeful glitches and the lights and the scary pictures. It’s those small things that we wouldn’t notice otherwise”

“Gosh, Spencer, you’re such a nerd” You were fully staring by this point “like, literally just kiss me, dude”

In a matter of milliseconds, he threw the controller across the couch and cradled your face with an intensity you’ve never seen him adopt before. His lips met yours and you instantly melted from his touch, moving your hands to the back of his neck. You were almost sinking into the couch cushions, but you didn’t mind at all, never wanting to leave this moment.

He pulled away and placed little kisses on your cheek, nose and forehead “Got what you wanted?” He asked

“Yup,” You beamed “I can die happy now”

He laughed but didn’t quite pull away and you admired his smile.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Your hands moved to cup his cheeks

“Anything”

“I have, like, a huge crush on you, dude” You whispered, being met with his laugh

“can I tell you a secret too?” You nodded “I have a crush on you too”

You widened your eyes and opened your mouth in fake shock and he leaned in to kiss you once again.

A.n: guyssss I have like no time to write, idek how I managed this many words 😭😭 Also!! My requests are literally full, so I’ve been trying to select a few to work on (so I’m sorry if yours takes to long/doesn’t get picked). But pleaseee keep them coming!! They inspire me so so much <33 Anyway if you got to this point of my yapping I love you, thanks for reading, have a great day/night!!!!

[headcanon-everything]

hello! If you are okay writing for them can you do romantic headcanons for either Dante or Tony? I don't see that much content for them.

TONY MY HIMBO I LOVE HIM he's so fucking funny (I'm doing Dante in a different one so keep an eye out!)

Romantic Tony Headcanons

Okay so he's kinda a meathead but he's a cute meathead so we love him

may not be exactly... the best when it comes to certain things but he's earnest and takes it to heart when you say something upset you or want him to try something else

likes to feel needed!!! let him help you out, whether it be rearranging furniture, fixing random things here or there, or even carrying in groceries

will only accept payment in kisses

will demand a kiss down payment as well, depending on the job

bear hugs, every time. might pick you up a little if you don't stop him

thinks it's funny if he hugs you hard enough that you let out a little wheeze when he squeezes really hard

has such a contagious laugh, you just can't help but smile when hes laughing at something

likes to tease, but the second you look actually upset (even if it's crocodile tears to get back at him) he's backtracking and apologizing IMMEDIATELY

will try and hug you after a long day of work and he stinks :(

he knows he's stinky, he thinks it's funny and doesn't want to wait to get your affection

you'll have to shove him towards the shower to get clean

you'll have to stop him from naming his future kid Tony or Toni, per family tradition (probably will need a compromise of it being a middle name or a variant like Antony)

WHY does this man not have a full finger gun sprite

if you cook for him, he's instantly swooning, even before you're together

this man can't cook for SHIT I can feel it

hates when he has to pull overtime and can't see you, is calling on every break

you can usually hear him before you see him, he's not very sneaky even if he tries to be to spook you

snores. sorry not sorry but you canNOT tell me that he snores.

usually it's not too bad, but if his head is turned to the side (like if he's sitting in a chair instead of laying down) it sounds like a hammer drill

you'll have to keep an eye out for him shifting things about himself to be more of what he thinks you "like"

it's not as bad if you've done the talking with Rainey, but he may still do certain things

try styling his hair closer to a celebrity you mention you like, doing certain things more if you seem even the slightest bit envious of another couple

just a quick check with him and he stops it though, he knows you like him for himself, it's just that old habits die hard

will show up with flowers often and with no occasion, just that "I walked past 'em and thought about you"

[cvldbones]

a friend of mine just reminded me of one of my favorite fic tropes, which is when one character in a pairing suddenly wakes up in the future where they’re together. and thinking about mel or frank waking up the day after their first shift in the future where they have a whole life is making me crazy

anon i've been thinking about this all day. i do not have enough thoughts to write something tangible unfortunately but like the buzz would go soooo hard

the first thing he notices is the ring on his finger. it's silver. fitted. he stares at his hand like it's on fire, trying to remember when the hell abby replaced it. they'd been talking about it for months - he'd lost some weight when he started the drugs and blamed it on his new marathon training regimen, which she, thankfully, believed - but the last thing he remembers from last night is her tear-streaked face as she slammed the door to their bedroom in his face. his back seizing a little as he tried to get comfortable on the couch. his hands itching for a pill. (all his extras were in their bathroom.)

but he is, quite notably, not on his couch in his living room. he doesn't think this room is even in his house, actually, because the walls are a pretty pale blue, and abby is the type of person to bring home four shades of white and ask, which one? (as if he could tell a difference? he's a doctor not a damn warlock.) the comforter, too. that's different. the one in his and abby's room is a thick, heavy duvet, the kind of thing he's always tossing off halfway through the night because he's sweating. but this is a soft, worn cotton. a quilt that feels like it's been washed a hundred times and just gets better each time.

frank stares around the room. is he hallucinating? that's not one of the symptoms he remembers from withdrawal the first time. but that had been opiates, so maybe benzos are different? he's wracking his brain to come up with an explanation when the door opens and he completely fucking short-circuits, because --

"mel?" he says, strangled.

she's wearing his t-shirt. that is the only thing he is 100% certain about right now. it's his favorite one from college, and he can see a hole near the armpit, and she's just... she's only wearing that. a pair of seamless underwear. hair tousled like someone had been running their hands through it.

she's leaning against the door frame. "you better get up if you don't want to be late," she chides, expression soft.

and, okay: he liked mel yesterday. she was sweet and sensitive and fucking good at the work in a way that was both innate and evidence of hard work, and she'd looked at him and seen past the tough facade he put up for his other colleagues. and she hadn't looked away.

but that still did not explain why she was half-naked in the same house as him wearing his fucking t-shirt and -

"is that a wedding ring?" he asked, staring at her left hand. she'd brushed some of her hair behind her ear petulantly, and there was the tiniest refraction of light, prisms dancing along the room thanks to the small beam of sun through the half-open curtains.

"ha, ha," she says with a roll of her eyes. "what's next, you come here often? i think you've used that one already this week."

"i've - "

"seriously, abby said she would kill us if we were late, so get up. especially," she adds over her shoulder, smile gone teasing, "if you want to join me in the shower."

he doesn't have time to respond. his entire soul leaves his body as she shucks off her - his - shirt and tosses it on the bed, leaving the room with a sly glint in her eye.

"what the fuck," he mutters under his breath.

[pomegranatears]

If pretty kitty is a minor why would you report her? It's not illegal to be to horny I'm a mjnor as well but that doesnt mean im not allowed to talk to men

you're right. it's not illegal to be a teen and horny, it's actually the most common thing ever! but being horny and around people your own age and being horny around 30+ year old men while you're 16 are completely different situations.

it's normal to explore your body and have a certain curiosities about sex and to want to have your own experiences. it's just not okay to do it with adults.

it feels like you know better but you actually don't, and i know this sounds bitchy but it's the literal truth. when you're a teen, the attention feels good and you think you're in the control but that's not the case and it kinda fucks you up big time. those men shouldn't be attracted to you nor having sexual conversations with or about you.

other adults have the right to know that the blog posting on the tags they interact with is ran by a minor. nsfw tumblr is not a place for someone who's underage and any responsible adult will do what they can to not interact with teenagers in a space like that.

[rayjays]

🏀 No Shot Clock On Love♥️-Chapter 3

Azzi wakes to warmth. Not sunlight, but Paige. One arm slung around her waist, one leg tangled with hers. The air conditioner hums low, but under the covers, everything is soft and still. She blinks slowly, eyes adjusting, her hand going instinctively to her chest. Her fingers find the chain: the silver glint of Paige's number, the tiny heart, the lock.

She smiles.

Behind her, Paige breathes deep and shifts slightly, her nose brushing Azzi's shoulder. Azzi doesn't move. Doesn’t want to wake her. Not yet. For once, she wants time to stretch. To linger. To exist without countdowns or schedules or tip-offs.

Their phones buzz on the nightstand. Paige groans into Azzi's back. "What time is it?"

"Too early for real life," Azzi murmurs.

Paige presses a soft kiss to her shoulder and leans up on one elbow. "You have breakfast soon, don’t you?"

Azzi sighs. "Yeah. They said 9 a.m."

Paige checks the clock on her phone. "You’ve got time."

They stay like that for a moment. Then Paige props herself up fully, her fingers gently tracing the curve of Azzi’s spine under the sheet.

"Hey," Paige says quietly, the softness in her voice catching Azzi’s attention immediately.

Azzi turns to face her. "Yeah?"

Paige hesitates, searching her face. Then, "I was thinking… before everything starts. The draft. WNBA. All that madness. Maybe you could come to Dallas. Just for a little."

Azzi’s brows rise slightly. "You want me there?"

"Of course I want you there. You just won a championship. Again. You deserve a break. And I want to be the one to give it to you."

Azzi smiles slowly, her heart thudding a little harder. "What would we even do in Dallas? I know you’ll be in workouts."

Paige shrugs. "I'll make time. We can spend a few days just laying low. And then maybe take a trip because workouts end in two weeks. Somewhere quiet. Beach maybe. Mountains. Whatever you want."

Azzi’s eyes soften. "Like a vacation?"

Paige makes a face, eyebrows raised, slightly scandalized, but teasing. "You act like I wouldn't want that. Like I'd say no. Of course I want that, Z. I can't believe you'd even ask."

Azzi laughs gently. "Just making sure."

Paige tucks a loose strand of Azzi's hair behind her ear. "We deserve perfect. Even if it’s just for four weeks."

Azzi smiles slowly, her heart thudding a little harder. "That sounds... really perfect."

Azzi leans in and kisses her slowly, her hand settling over Paige's heart. "Okay. I'll come to Dallas."

"And after that, we figure it all out," Paige whispers against her lips. "I'm so excited for you to come to the WNBA, even if we have to do the long distance thing, we'll talk about it, about us".

"Me too."

They kiss again. Soft. Certain. Sure.

Eventually, Azzi has to go.

She pulls herself out of bed reluctantly, still in the hoodie she stole from Paige last night. Her body aches from the game, but her heart feels full.

Paige dresses quietly too, tying her shoes and grabbing her zip-up from the chair. She watches Azzi move around the room, like she doesn't want to forget how she looks in her space.

"You wanna come down to breakfast with me?" Azzi asks, slinging her hoodie over her head.

Paige hesitates, then smirks. "I would, but you know what happens when I walk into a room with you, people start grinning way too wide. KK already suspects something."

Azzi laughs. "They all know. They just pretend they don't."

"Exactly. And I like it better that way, at least for now," Paige says, brushing her knuckles against Azzi's jaw.

Azzi kisses her one last time. A promise. A pact. A pause.

Then she slips out the door.

The breakfast hall is buzzing. Teammates in hoodies and sweats, laughing, hungover on joy and orange juice. Azzi joins them, slipping back into the role. The MOP. The leader. The girl who drained the final dagger.

They talk about the highlights, the celebrations, the press clips already making rounds. Caroline nudges her at one point and whispers, "You were gone for a while this morning. That championship sleep hit different, huh?"

Azzi just grins, biting into her toast. She says nothing, but her necklace peeks out from under her hoodie when she laughs.

Two days later, the team flies back to Connecticut.

The arrival is loud. The airport is crowded with students and fans holding hand-painted signs: "Back-to-Back Champs!" "Azzi MOP!" "HUSKIES!"

She and her teammates are ushered back to campus by police escort. The streets are lined with students, families, and locals, all shouting their names. Coach Geno delivers a thunderous welcome. The media swarm the room, but Azzi handles them like a veteran now.

The next day, the open-top bus parade rolls through Storrs. Azzi stands at the top, one hand holding onto the railing, the other waving at the endless crowd. Kids are screaming her name. Families wear her jersey.

She hugs her teammates, thanks the coaches, takes one more round of pictures with the trophy.

After all the celebrations back in Connecticut, Azzi heads home to spend a well deserved holiday with her family back in D.C.

The next few days are slow. Needed. Spending time with family was everything to Azzi and she was glad she was home. She also missed Paige but knew she'd get to see her in the next two days.

Later that night, curled on her bed, she facetmes Paige.

Paige's face lights up instantly, eyes wide with excitement.

"There she is! Did you check the flight details I sent you? I even picked the seat with the best views and legroom. Only the best for MOP royalty."

Azzi laughs, adjusting the phone so her brothers don’t steal the spotlight.

"I saw it. You’re so extra."

"You love it," Paige teases.

"I do."

They fall into comfortable chatter. Paige starts talking about her training schedule and how she moved a few things around to make time for them. How she’s scouted a few lowkey spots in Dallas for their non-vacation vacation.

Paige pauses for a moment, softer now.

"I’ve been thinking about what to surprise you with. And don’t try to guess. Just know I’ve got plans."

Azzi raises an eyebrow.

"Good plans or chaotic Paige plans?"

Paige grins.

"Both. I mean... I did already get something custom made. But you’ll see."

Offscreen, Paige’s hand briefly fiddles with a small velvet box she’d hidden under her hoodie moments before answering the call. A new chain. A secret. A reminder. She doesn’t mention it.

Not yet.

Azzi bites her lip.

"I miss you. But this... this has been good for me. Being home."

"I get it. Take it all in. I love seeing you in your element."

[yozakurabae]

chiming in here cuz i draw and like art and love finding ways to improve and all that

okay. just… okay. why even say that?

“just because you’re an artist doesn’t mean you understand animation or animation productions you aren’t privy too”

girl what? the video was made by a professional who works in the industry. in other words, you’re trying to discredit someone who knows the ins and outs of the industry by going “you don’t know anything, so shut up.” baby, just say you can’t take criticism and go

“i’m fucking sick of people who are not knowledgeable in something, talking for 3 hours about it like they are a master” — they’re a PROFESSIONAL WHO WORKS IN THE INDUSTRY !!!! either she didn’t watch the video, or completely glossed over that fact

i’m sorry, but people don’t have to always be knowledgeable to have an opinion on something. maybe they won’t talk about the ins of the animation industry, but people have consumed media and animated media before. people can tell when something isn’t flowing well. when things looks janky and stiff (not saying her shows look that way, just in general). people can also tell when colors are an eyesore because certain shades, tints, or hues don’t always work well together. there’s gotta be a good balance. people can tell when stuff is too busy because with art, the eye naturally falls on the brightest color or where the artist drew focus to. when your stuff is too busy, they don’t know where to look, where to focus. also, if you’re drawing character art, they shouldn’t blend into the background

you got criticism, or shit, advice from an industry professional and this is how you respond? i’m sorry, but as an artist, there’s no better compliment than an industry professional taking the time out of their day to analyze and look over your work because they deemed it worthy to. they see the merit, the potential and wanna chime in to help you succeed

maybe this is rude and pessimistic, i don’t know, but at that point, why even call yourself an artist? art is a lifelong journey and you never stop learning from it. there’s always gonna be room for improvement because no human is ever perfect. you’re happy with the way your art looks now? good. keep going cuz you can be and will get better. open yourself up to that idea. why even call yourself an artist, let alone a professional, if you refuse to get better and listen to your fellow artists? art is not a competition and that attitude sure makes it seem you think that way cuz why are you getting mad about it? literally staying stagnant on purpose, but i’m not a pro so what the fuck do i know, right?

Vivziepop — from popular internet artist plenty of people saw inspiration in to cautionary tale no artist should aspire to become that way

Vivziepop is clearly being vague about this actually really well made and not harsh video about her show with just normal criticism (literally praises her throughout it) and you know what the funniest thing is? Is that the person who made the video is a PROFESSIONAL artist that works in the industry (made professional character designs for multiple companies and brands) and went to Calarts 😭 girl… get a grip 😭

[nomoredying]

Mhhhhh how about sevika x loverboy! masc reader goin at it until sev notices that they look far off and just calls it all off and insist they need therapy and couples counseling because of what happened just then and other stuff and maybe what a few sessions of that looks like

Maybe make them kiss a lot

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grounded

modern au! sevika x reader

tags: masc!reader, couples therapy, soft sevika, fluff a/n: i really really hope this is of your liking!!!! english is not my first language — please feel free to correct me, thank you

it’s been weeks. 

weeks of late nights, tight schedules and  “i’m just tired” said too many times by both of them. weeks of not touching unless it’s brushing past each other in the hallway. weeks of not talking unless it’s logistics like the fridge and laundry or small talks about raining a lot these days than usual. you still buy her favourite donuts and leave the window open at night because she feels stuffy at night. she still picks you up from work and always texts when she won’t be able to and pulls a blanket over you when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

you know it’s fixable. you love sevika and she loves you. which is why this friday you’re determined to give her the warmth she deserves. 

clothes pull off so fast you don’t even register it. sevika’s on top, moving with intention — rough, focused, the way she knows you like it, initially, you were planning to be the giver tonight, but you don’t protest. you’ve got all night ahead of you. her one hand braced beside your head, the other on your thigh, spreading you open. after bruising your lips with her kisses, she goes just a bit lower. her breath is hot against your neck, kissing the skin she bit a moment before. for a moment, it almost feels like it used to.

almost. because then she looks down. and sees your face. blank.

your beautiful eyes open, but the look in them is 

she freezes. stills completely. you don’t even flinch, you just blink up at the ceiling like you’re waiting for it to be over. 

“hey.” her voice is low. sharp. “what the fuck.”

a slow breath. you don’t answer, confused in what she meant. is something wrong?

sevika pulls back and sits, looking at you like she’s searching for something, “you’re not here,” she says flatly. “you’ve been checked out for weeks, and now this?”

you feel guilty, but you don’t yet understand for what exactly. you even open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. you just don’t have anything to say. 

she shakes her head. scoffs, bitter, “yeah. nah. i’m not doing this. i’m not fucking a doll,” she grabs her shirt off the floor and throws it on, jaw tight, “whatever this is— it’s not fine, no matter how hard we pretend it is.”

she glances at you again. you still haven’t moved. still no words escaped your throat.

“you said something, didn’t you?” sevika mutters, rubbing a hand over her face. “couples therapy. or some shit like that. we’re doing that. starting this week.”

you’re surprised. you don’t even remember when you brought it up because you brushed it off when sevika said it was stupid and you agreed. you two didn’t need couples counselling, you thought, everything always works out between you. until now, apparently.

“okay,” you hope you at least don’t sound like, what she said, a doll? although you’re not sure how dolls sound. not human, that is certain.

⚢ ⚢ ⚢

the room is cool and clean. a big window, half-open, lets in the breeze. it smells like lavender and something herbal. you like it, lavender was always in the top of your favourite smells list. herbal one — not so much, but nothing’s perfect. 

you blink, snapping out of it. you tend to focus on small things when you’re nervous. 

now that you’re not sniffing but looking, you think it’s quite nice. there is a kettle on a side table, mugs, a jar of tea bags. a soft blue couch, armchair facing it, and a quiet woman named dana sitting on it. she’s wearing a soft cardigan and too many bracelets. 

you and sevika sit side by side. you’re curled into yourself — hands in the pockets of your jeans, eyes darting from place to place. she’s leaned back, jaw clenched. both seemingly uncomfortable. 

dana gives it a few long seconds before speaking.

“i’m glad you both made it today,” she smiles, “i want you to remember that there is no pressure to explain everything at once. this space is just for noticing what’s hard,” her voice is soothing and you wonder if there are therapists whose voices are not.

she then turns to sevika, “you made the appointment. right, sevika?” 

sevika nods, “yeah.”

“would you like to say why?”

you bite your lower lip, wondering if this will really work out for you. talking to each other is one thing, and to some stranger with degree in psychology is completely another.

“we’re… stuck,” sevika says and you can see that she’s about to add something, and so can dana, so she doesn’t interrupt, “felt like maybe we needed someone else in the room to, i don’t know, hear it.

dana nods and glances toward you, “how have you been feeling?”

suddenly, answer comes easy.

“like i’m floating.”

you can’t control where you’re headed. you don’t even care. you don’t see the ground, you don’t see anything.

“floating?” dana repeats, and you nod. she only hums, as if that makes total sense. you’re fine with that.

sevika cuts her eyes sideways at you.

“can i ask when the last time you felt grounded was?” dana asks.

this would be a great moment to share a story, smile while telling it — but the truth is, you don’t remember. 

“i don’t know,” you shrug, honest. then you nod, when she asks if it’s felt like this for a while.

“and for you?” dana looks at sevika.

she sighs, “she stopped laughing,” your head turns slightly, surprised. 

you’re not surprised because sevika noticed, but because you didn’t. that’s not true, is it? you frown, about to deny it. but she’s right. 

“i don’t know when it happened. just one day i realized… she hadn’t laughed in a while.”

“and what did you do when you realized it?” 

sevika doesn’t give an answer right away. it happens when she doesn’t like it, “i waited.”

“waited?” dana repeats once more. in another circumstances maybe you would have laughed.

“i didn't want to push her. i thought she’d talk to me when she was ready,” she pressed her lips.

you speak up, “thought you didn't want to hear it."

"bullshit," sevika says, “i wanted to hear anything. silence is worse than anything you could've said."

and she is right. of course she is. you didn’t think she didn’t want to hear it. you thought she was pulling away when she was waiting and you couldn’t find it in you to talk to her.

 ⚢ ⚢ ⚢

at third session, dana asks if sevika would like to talk about her father. she does it gently, like she always does, but sevika tenses anyway.

“no,” her arms are crossed and her face is unreadable.

you know she had a complicated relationship with her old man. even to you she haven’t told the whole story.

“alright,” dana doesn’t push.

at fifth session, you have a fight about toast.

it starts by you describing your mornings.

“she leaves dishes in the sink like the fairy is gonna get them,” you roll your eyes.

sevika scoffs, “i cook. you clean. that’s the deal.”

“yeah, well, you burn the toast every time—“

“don’t eat it, then.”

“maybe i won’t.”

“fine.”

“fine.”

silence fills the room for approximately two minutes before you both realise you’re arguing about toast. how ridiculous. you snort. sevika tries not to, but her mouth twitches.

and then it’s two of you, laughing. full-on, loud and stupid. you swear you can actually feel the warmth spreading inside you.

on sixth session toward the end dana asks what you two miss.

you shift uncomfortably, “i miss how it feels like to want something.”

sevika looks at you, quiet for a moment, “i miss her singing in the kitchen.”

you blink, “i didn’t know you liked it.”

she turns away, “i didn’t say i liked it. i said i miss it.”

you can’t help but laugh.

⚢ ⚢ ⚢

home feels much familiar now. something about that easiness that crept back into your lives.

on a thursday night, you two sit across each other in the kitchen. doing your homework. a yellow sticky note stuck to the fridge says: each write 3 things you appreciated this week.

you stare at your paper. sevika is chewing a pen.

“do we really have to do this?” she raises an eyebrow, sceptical.

“she said we should,” you reply, although your voice lacks conviction.

“should isn’t ’must’.” 

you raise your eyebrows, teasing, as if your paper isn’t blank too, “what, you can’t write three little things?” 

“fuck off.”

then you trade it on the session. you read hers:

you made soup. it tasted like something 

you didn’t shut down when i asked how you were

you waited for me to come home because you wanted to go to bed together

you almost tear up. she reads yours:

you kissed me good night like before

you didn’t forget to add second sugar cube to my coffee

you bought that cute plushie 

sevika takes your hand.

you really missed those good night kisses.

the room is dim. one lamp on, the sheets soft and a little warm from how long you’ve been lying there.

you’re facing her. knees curled to her thigh, your hand tucked under your cheek, half-lost in the pillow.

her fingers draw lazy shapes along your collarbone. slow. thoughtless. her thumb brushes your jaw, and you lean into it.

she leans in too.

you kiss slowly. her tongue brushes against yours. you pull back just to kiss her once more. 

you fall asleep like that, not with your back to each other. limbs tangled. heartbeats soft and stupidly synced.

in the morning, you stand in front of the mirror, teeth clenched, fingers fumbling with that stupid fucking tie that won’t sit straight.

you glance at your phone’s screen to check the time. you’re already late, “fuck this,” not like you love wearing ties that much anyway.

sevika walks by behind you, brushing her teeth with one hand, her hair messy, tank top on. then she steps in front of you, nudges your hands down.

you watch her.

she straightens the collar. tightens the knot. smooth, practiced. then tugs the tie just a bit, teasing.

you roll your eyes.

“really?”

she grins around the toothbrush. shrugs.

then sevika leans in. kisses you — toothpaste-minty, a little (a lot) smug — and pulls back just before you kiss her again. 

you sigh. smile despite yourself and the toothpaste in your mouth.

she tosses you your blazer on her way out.

you follow. tie perfect. heart lighter.

⚢ ⚢ ⚢

you don’t know it yet, but it’s your last session.

even the couch feels softer today. or maybe you’re just finally yourself again. 

the room’s still cool. lavender in the diffuser. window open. breeze gentle against your ankle.

dana is saying something — a question, kind, thoughtful.

“what have you noticed about each other lately that feels… different?” 

you look at sevika just to see that she’s already looking at you.

you say, quietly, “you hum when you’re making coffee now.” 

she blinks. the corners of her lips curl up slightly, “you dance a little. when you think no one’s watching.”

“no, i don’t,” you shake your head, just a bit embarrassed.

“yes, you do. guess we can open our own show now.”

you act before you think. your lips find themselves on her way to her mouth, capturing them in a kiss.

it’s soft at first. barely there. then slower. you kiss again and again until you forget where you are.

you shift closer, one hand sliding to her jaw, her fingers curling at your waist. you can’t stop. it’s like you’re a hormonal teen again. 

it lasts too long. definitely too long.

when you finally pull apart, blinking, dazed — dana is still there. sitting quietly in her chair. holding her mug with both hands.

she doesn’t look annoyed. just… politely invisible. 

“well,” she says, voice soft and slightly amused, “seems like you don’t really need a counsellor anymore.”

later, when you cover your face in your hands, remembering about it, sevika only smirks, saying that dana’s probably seen worse.

god, you love her. 

⚢ ⚢ ⚢

taglist: @riotstemple29 @1i1z

[another-lemon-tree]

First "I love you"

pairing : non idol/txt x reader

genre : fluff, humour

warning : just a few curse words

notes : hey y’all! How have you been? Sorry for the long wait on this one T-T anyway i really hope you’ll enjoy it!

(the next part is coming soon! This time, it’ll be a series starting with the first kiss, featuring Yeonjun and the other members will come later hehe. So stay tuned with my Masterlist, or let me know if you want me to tag you!)

Yeonjun :

it was the middle of the afternoon

you and Yeonjun meet up to practice the duo you have to perform for your dance showcase

since the choreography don't have too much tension in it, you didn’t feel too nervous about it

but Yeonjun had a certain look in his eyes whenever he glanced at you, and it always left you flustered

you didn't understand why he was looking at you like that without saying something

when you feel like your practice session had been satisfying enough, you started packing up your things

but Yeonjun kept glancing at you in silence, which was unusual for him

"Jun are you okay? You’ve barely said a word since we started practice…"

your question caught him off guard, but after a moment, he gave a small nod

you're not convinced, so you gently cup his face in your hands

"Please talk to me… I can tell something’s bothering you..."

he pressed his lips together, as if trying to hold back what he wanted to say

"Junnie… I love you, and it kills me to see you pouting like that all afternoon…"

Yeonjun.exe has stopped working

he is red as hell, his mouth slightly parted

"Babe?? Are you okay??? Do you have a fever?You are so red!"

it was lethal for Yeonjun

he dips his head into your neck to hide his blushing face

"Can you say it one more time..?"

it's the only thing he managed to let out from his mouth

"What?"

you frowned, not understanding what he meant at first

"You know... That... That you... You lo—..."

"I love you, Babe."

you cut him off, finally understanding what he meant after that stutter

it making him giggle until he say it too

"I love you too, Princess."

now you’re both a blushing mess, giggling and smiling like complete dummies

Soobin :

actually, you didn't say it directly to him

you were having a fight with your sibling while you were on call with Soobin

and you forgot to mute your mic

"Ew... You stink."

your sibling entered your room like it was his own

"What the... Get out!"

you throw a pen toward them but they dodge it

"You stink so much love for your 'Baby bunny'."

you stand up, ready to threaten them even more

"Yeah I love him so let me alone and get a life."

you started saying it as you slowly moved closer to your sibling

"Now, get the fuck out you ugly rat!"

you screamed at them, making them dash out of your room for their life while you chased after them

leaving your computer alone while still on a call with Soobin

Soobin who is speechless and red as a tomato

he even lose his game he was playing

after you chase your sibling out, you came back with a sigh

he was looking down, showing you only the dark raven color of his hair

"Binnie?"

you call him first but he didn't move

"You okay Binnie?"

slowly he finally raise his head up

his cheeks red

"You didn't mute yourself."

this is the only thing he said

you felt so stressed when he told you that you weren’t muted, so you worried he might be annoyed by how you acted with your sibling

you were about to ask him if he was mad, but he cut you off with a question

"Can you say it one more time?"

you frown you really don't understand

"What?"

"That you love me with such fervor..."

your breath caught, and your cheeks flushed with heat

you warned him by just saying "Binnie."

but he didn't care

"Please say it Angel... I want to say it back this time."

your graze your lower lip before you let out a soft sigh

"Ugh fine... I love you Binnie..."

"Me too Angel, I love you."

Beomgyu :

it's been one month since he gave you his Valentine’s Day letter

so today is his birthday, his 18th, and also marks one month since he gave you his Valentine’s Day letter

you wanted to prepare something special, a cute and meaningful gift to celebrate both your 1 month anniversary and his 18th birthday

you decided to write him a letter, something heartfelt and personal, just like the one he gave you one month ago

you tried to write it two weeks before March 13th, but every time, your mind went blank

but you kept rewriting it, too scared it wasn’t good enough

you just wanted it to be perfect for him

so you set it aside and kind of forgot about it on your desk

the day before his birthday, your parents invited him over for dinner. So after school, you walked home with him

to be honest, he completely shut down from the stress of meeting your parents for the first time

you opened the front door and stepped aside, letting him in with a reassuring smile

"Make yourself at home."

you said with a little smile, noticing how startled he seemed

your parents weren’t home yet, so you decided to go to your bedroom with him

to play some videos games obviously

before you played together, you needed to go to the bathroom, so you left him alone in your bedroom

as you go to the bathroom, Beomgyu takes a look around your room until something on your desk catches his attention

it was the letter you’d kept rewriting and had forgotten, left out in plain sight on your desk

he saw his name at the top of the letter and couldn’t help but take it and read it

THE WHOLE LETTER

the more he read, the bigger his smile grew

when you came back, he turned around with a mischievous smile

he showed you the letter by grabbing it delicately between two fingers

you freaks out

"Put that down!"

"Oh no need, I already read it. Since it was for me..."

you let out a nervous laugh, wanting to hide but not knowing where to go

"Do... Do you liked it..?"

"No."

you were seriously about to cry and run away

"I loved it Sweetie! No, better than that i will tell you my favorite part of the letter… It was when you wrote, ‘I love you'."

you were so taken aback that you burst out laughing

he giggled softly before wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug

"I love you, Sweetie."

"I love you too, Gyu."

Taehyun :

the two of you were cuddled up on your bed in your dorm, watching a k-drama on your computer

the k-drama was all cheesy and romantic, giving you hopelessly romantic thoughts even with Taehyun right there beside you, playing with your hair

the confession scene appeared on the screen

you were so excited when the male lead finally opened his heart to the female lead

and you couldn’t stop yourself from saying :

"Oh my god! He is so perfect... His confession was breathtaking..!"

that made Taehyun stop playing with your hair

you didn’t really react to his sudden stop because you were too focused on watching your k-drama

"Darling..?"

he called you by your nickname, but you didn't hear him

so he frowned, took your chin between his fingers, and gently turned your face toward his

"Could you stop giving that actor those loving eyes when i am right beside you."

"But—"

you start to reply, but he cuts you off before you can

"There is no 'but'. I am the one who loves you, not him."

your mouth falls open

it's the first time he expresses his feelings so clearly

but most of all, he says he loves your for the first time

you were flustered but spoke anyway

"And I don't love him because you are the one I love..."

it's his turn to be flustered, but he smiles widely

then he cradles your face tenderly before leaning down to kiss your forehead

Huening Kai :

after work you two returned to your respective apartments, you each prepared separately for your date

it will be a cozy date, just the two of you watching the sunset

when you met for your date, the sun was already setting

you both agreed to walk around until you found the perfect spot to watch the sunset, and later, the moon shining

hand in hand, you strolled through a park, chatting about your day, until you found a beautiful hilltop spot to watch the sky

the peaceful silence around you made you both fall quiet, simply enjoying the moment

you sat down on the grass without thinking, and Kai quietly followed, sitting close beside you

then you picked up the conversation again, but this time your voices were softer, more relaxed matching the mood around you

without even noticing, your head found its place on his shoulder as your conversation wandered through every little topic

when the moon began to shine in the dark sky, Kai told you a legend about the sun and the moon

"The sun and the moon were soulmates, bound by love yet cursed to forever miss each other. Never able to meet in the same sky."

"That's so sad..!"

Kai nodded slightly with a small pout before shifting to catch your gaze with his

"That's why I hope we never become like the sun and the moon… because I love you so much. And my love for you will last forever."

you were so moved by his beautiful words that tears welled up in the corners of your eyes

"I love you too, Kai… And my love will last for eternity, just like yours..."

[fentmuncher6289]

I remember talking about this with my therapist once like a year or two ago. Basically my talking point was that deltarune could be a REALLY good metaphor for autism depending on how you look at it.

You have this protagonist who's socially withdrawn, prefers to be alone, is usually mumbly, has/had some sort of special interest/fixation on magic at some point, doesn't like being touched... i was like THATS SO ME BRO.

Not only that, but you could even look at it from a story standpoint. A character who's PHYSICALLY different from everybody else. So much so that they wish they could be a monster just like everybody else. I know a lot of the time i wish i was neurotypical like everybody else.

Being physically controlled by another being that can occasionally force you to do things that are socially acceptable? That's kind of what masking feels like. It's automatic. At some point you don't even try to be normal like everybody else, it just happens, and you can't stop it. Eventually you have to force yourself to just be YOU. I still have to remind myself when I'm alone that it's okay to do certain things, like shaking my hands, etc.

Now with chapter 3 and 4 out I haven't really thought too much about how to apply it there, maybe I can't do it at all. That's fine with me really, I'm happy with deltarune as a story, and I overall don't think this would be a story Toby would write. I also don't really see him as the type to confirm a diagnosis like this for a character. It's just a thought i like to have. Kris Dreemurr my autistic monarch.

me when I remember that a character whose normal state is being very mumbly and untalktative/strange finding more success in life when they are controlled by someone who forces them to be more confident/say things that arent exactly true to their nature/do things they're not comfortable with

and PERHAPS

potentially feels so exhausted by/opposed to/upset with being someone they're not all day, being perceived as someone they're not by those who they are close to, that they feel the need to rip this control (this facade) out of themself when they are alone just so they can do what they really want for a few minutes....

is a really good autism metaphor.

thank you kris dreemurr. no one does it like you.

[trinketstar]

Hai! :D

First of all, I LOVE your art style,and your tadc designs ('specaly pomni<3) but also, I had 2 questions :3

Okay, #1, I don't know if you take requests for doodles,but if you are, do you think you could draw my pomni design in your style? (Art for it is pictured) (actually, I think you need to copy and paste it into a search tab and it will work) (maybe)

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1255241224609206382/1392984862968774676/Untitled107_20250710174055.png?ex=6872d73f&is=687185bf&hm=4691bdc8c911f05b95c00b68a2d1196720ed8b992f88f75838d91313fe424965&

And #2, is you pomni an age regressor? As one, I've noticed that she has some similar coping mechanisms as me, and also I've seen her with a paci in a bunch of drawings :3

Well, have an amazing (digital circus) day/night! And tysm for doin what u do!

Such a cute design! Thank u!

And HAH I was waiting for someone to notice that! It's not something I talk about a lot since it's a sensitive issue and misunderstood a lot. But learning more about age regression and how it works has Really helped me overcome some deep seated stuff in my brain over the last year. (Imma get a little real here sorry)

For the uninitiated, age regression is an often involuntary dissociative state caused by repressed childhood neglect or trauma. With certain triggers, your brain kinda puts you back in that vulnerable mindset where you feel like a scared little kid again. It makes it harder to control your emotions and it can be really disorienting and frustrating, especially if you don't know why it's happening. When you calm down you're like "whyyy was I acting so immature?? I know better than that!"

I use characters to work through my thoughts a lot, and Pomni just felt very fitting as an outlet for that feeling? Idk, the way she gets defensive over being treated like a kid, the way she spaces out when stressed, the whole premise of being suddenly turned into a tiny thing in a huge overwhelming childish looking world with a room full of baby toys, it felt like a big metaphor for how it feels lol. I've written fics and comics with her as I've been learning more about how to cope.

The healthy way to work through it is to kinda become the parent you needed. It's similar to other types of anxiety recovery with the positive affirmations and self-soothing, just more focused on the stuff that would have helped you when you were younger! Take good care of yourself, have a gentle and positive inner monologue, forgive the mistakes, bring back positive memories with fun shows and games, let yourself scribble color, get some chewlery, give yourself stickers and rewards for finishing chores, have fun with it! It can feel VERY SILLY, but when you begin to heal that part of your brain, you can kinda.. let the baby go take a nap and get through your regular adult responsibilities! As long as you keep yourself grounded in reality and don't get TOO stuck in the past, I feel it can be very healthy.

Most important to remember is that it is VERY DIFFERENT FROM "AGEPLAY". That term refers to a type of sexual role-playing. I wish I didn't have to clarify this.

[arabella0001]

dazai smut when seeing y/n on the beach <33

cn: explicit sexual content. explicit consent. light sub/dom. dirty talk, rough sex. vaginal fingering. slight possessiveness. tsundere dazai but still dazai. fluff.

⟡ ݁ . ݁ fandom: bungou stray dogs

⟡ ݁ . ݁ pairing: dazai osamu x reader

It was a completely disastrous day to be outside. So hot that Dazai was nowhere to be found when you needed him.

“Dazai, where the fuck are you?!”

You heard his faint chuckle from the office, even though you were standing in the middle of the room with the door wide open. Dazai wasn’t there, he probably was in the “secret” room beside it. A tiny space, like the back storage room of a small shop, hidden behind the wall. A secret wine cellar. A hidden room designed to store whiskey with a cooling system connected to the agency’s electrical grid. It probably siphoned electricity, considering Fukuzawa didn’t know it existed.

You closed the door behind you, at least respecting the exception he made in letting you know about the place. Probably a trust test, knowing Dazai. You slid your hand between the shelves, struggling to reach the small panel until the shelves rotated silently. One hand on your hip, you stared at Dazai, lounging in an armchair, legs crossed, a half-finished whiskey in his hand, and a black feathered fan fluttering lazily.

“For whom do I owe the pleasure of this delightful rendezvous?” His smile was the same as always, his dark brown lifeless eyes fixed on you.

“Really, Dazai? You promised you’d come with us this time.“

He closed the fan and placed it beneath his chin, pouting dramatically.

“Hmm, something came up today… I think I was supposed to visit Sasaki, you know… the waitress? I think she has a soft spot for me.”

You widened your eyes in frustration, gesturing with your hands as your irritation flared.

“Dazai!”

His smile grew wider as he stood, brushing off imaginary dust from his pants before lifting his arms in surrender.

“Okay, okay. No need to get mad, bella. Even though this side of you has a certain charm.”

You blushed furiously at his usual flirting. You knew you weren’t special, but sometimes he caught you off guard. Still, you rolled your eyes, playing it off like you were just shy. Not that there was a small… tiny… chance you actually liked him.

Dazai stepped out of the room, glancing over his shoulder until you followed.

“I mean, how could I miss seeing Y/N in a swimsuit?”

Your eyes widened before you pushed him by the back, groaning. You typed the code faster to lock the door and rushed off to get changed, Dazai’s soft laugh trailing behind you.

His empty eyes stayed on your back a few moments longer, a wicked glint in them not entirely visible.

That skirt is a little too dangerous, my dear.

Later, you were chaotically busy setting things up on the beach. Everything had finally started to calm down.

Fukuzawa sat on a lounge chair, his gaze serious despite the likely childish conversation he was having with Ranpo, who sat cross-legged in the sand below him.

Tanizaki, Atsushi, and Kenji were arguing over who would be the one who try to catch the ball in their game 2vs1, and of course, Atsushi sacrificed himself. Although, he was thankful enough you all come here today for him, since he never had the ocassion to go to the beach.

Despite how she sometimes scared you, Akiko was the one you occasionally talked to—just small talk—but she helped you out with the organizing, especially seeing how flustered you were.

Doppo wasn’t the most fun at the beach, though he preferred judging the match from a lounge chair, while Naomi tried to pressure him into making Tanizaki win. But Doppo was too strict to fall for tricks.

And you… you ended up sitting—unintentionally (or intentionally, since you planned the setup)—next to Dazai. You already regretted it, given how often he complained about the heat, fanning himself dramatically. When you got irritated with his theatrics, he fanned you too, just to calm you down—which only pissed you off more.

Still, you hadn’t changed yet.

Not that he had. His shirt still covered his body, along with the bandages on his arms. Only his shorts and flip-flops gave him a more summery look.

Your hands trembled slightly on your beach dress, left in your two-piece underneath. The bottoms were a little too exposing, so you covered them with a swim skirt.

You felt exposed, and when you were finally done, your gaze went straight to Dazai.

He had no shame staring at you from head to toe, with long pauses that made your breath catch.

You shot him a glare—but that smirk (your weakness) already curled on his lips. He knew what he was doing, and you were reacting exactly the way he wanted.

You sat down while Dazai sipped through the straw in his drink, his voice feigning innocence when you asked Akiko to apply sunscreen.

“Why don’t you ask me? I’ve been complimented before. Apparently, I give great massages.”

You muttered a “Shut up” while Akiko started applying the cream on your back, a little robotically.

You lifted your head when he asked,

“Can you put some on my face?”

You furrowed your brows, analyzing his usual expression, trying to figure out his real motive.

“Fine.”

He closed his eyes in satisfaction, grinning wider.

You took a bit of sunscreen and hesitated before touching him, but eventually spread it across his pale skin. So healthy it annoyed you.

He hummed in approval, as if it relaxed him.

You gulped when you noticed he never looked away from your face, eyes gleaming with something too intense. You couldn’t avoid it anymore. You looked straight back at him.

You hoped Dazai didn’t see the years of hidden emotion behind your gaze. It felt like it was urging you to avoid it as much as possible.

“Close your eyes.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You finished, your fingertips trembling slightly at the end.

He cupped your hands off his face. Your cheeks turned red again, and you brushed him off quickly, trying to kill the tension. He’s such a fucking tease.

“Let me beat your ass at UNO.”

He chuckled, accepting your challenge.

“Anytime you want, bella.”

That stupid name.

After a full hour of draining your brain playing UNO, you threw the cards everywhere, furious at how he manipulated you by pretending to be a beginner.

“You’re the most annoying person I fucking know!”

“Oh! That’s good. At least I’m number one at something in your life.”

“Oh please. Like you care.”

You collapsed into the lounge chair, trying to seem relaxed, but your eyes were tightly shut and your brow furrowed.

Dazai placed a hand dramatically on his chest.

“How can you say that! You’re my favorite on the team.”

You cracked one eye open to glare at him right before Ranpo’s voice called out from the water.

“Y/N, where are the towels?”

Your face fell, mouth opening.

“For fuck’s sake, I forgot!”You jumped up angrily. “I’ll go get them.” You pointed at Dazai. “You. Stay here.”

He smiled at you again but didn’t respond.

You could feel your body trembling, your legs crossed, but still your hands were kept behind your back for support, crossed and fidgeting slightly. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, anxious, your eyes darting all over the room, distracted. After all the tension in your body over the hours, you finally had to calm down. Especially since, no matter how much you scolded Dazai with your eyes, he still liked to look at every part of your body, (especially when you bent over).

Dazai had a talent for always being vague enough that you missed the hints, like the one where you got agitated when Ranpo asked about the towels—turns out, that was planned all along.

He dropped them here, when you weren’t looking.

“Oh, hello again, Y/N!” His voice jolted you, making you jump a little, your gaze snapping over your shoulder toward him. He gave you a full-body scan and for some hidden reason, heat bloomed across your skin. Dazai, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice your state, which made you feel a little safer. He placed a hand behind his head, eyes closed, a naive smile on his lips. “Hope you didn’t wait too long for me.”

You gulped, seeing the moment his eyes were closed to scan his body instead. You couldn’t even be mad at him for now listening to you. Dazai was already here, seeing you unraveling. Unlucky—by the time you reached his eyes, he was already watching you. That look… you’d never seen it before. That’s the only reason you could explain why it cut your breath like that. Dazai sometimes felt… unreachable? Like he switched personas. One part of him was the joking, disturbing side that left you shocked with his suicidal humor. Another side was soft, caring—though sometimes it felt like he was just using you.

And this one? That glint in his eye. Frightening.

But it makes no sense to judge him. Because that would mean you’d have to judge yourself even harder, since that exact side of him was what attracted you most.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Dazai leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head slightly.

He snapped you out of your trance, pulling you back to the present. You looked away quickly, searching for clean towels in your shared cabinet.

“Ah, no! Sorry… just, you look good today, i guess. That’s all.” You flashed him a genuine smile over your shoulder, but Dazai could tell it was forced.

While you pretended to search those damn towels, your hands trembling slightly as they touched them, a ringing started in your ears and made your head dizzy. You heard his steps slowly approach, his voice lower now.

“Yes? How sweet. That’s rare, coming from you.” He snorted a little, his tone dramatically exaggerated, but the next line came out low, deep, whispered at your ear. His head tilted, his hands stuffed in his shirt sleeves. “I thought the same today. How cute you look.”

You felt a shiver crawl down your spine, your hands visibly trembling as you packed and unpacked the towel. “Y-yeah?”

Dazai raised a hand slightly, leaning in next to you and placing it over yours to make you drop the towel.

Your eyes met.

“Are you going to tell me something?”

Your cheeks deepened in color.

“W-why?”

When Dazai moved a little, you panicked, turning and leaning your back against the cabinet—only making it easier for him to be right in front of you. And he smirked, seeing every inch of your expression.

“That’s better.” He moved slightly closer, making your body tense up. His gaze was hard to read, the outside light behind him reflecting off the sides of his face and darkening his eyes. “Now, where were we?”

“D-Dazai? You’re acting a little weird… I don’t have anything to say!”

Silence. The only sound was the dripping from the sink, each drop hitting the basin with sharp impact.

“I don’t know if I told you this about me, but I don’t like lies.”

Your eyes widened, and your breath hitched when you felt Dazai’s breath on your skin—but not where you expected. It was on your neck.

You flinched, more from surprise than anything else, because you were extremely aroused already. You didn’t understand him, didn’t know what he might do next, so no mental pattern could help you now. But your attraction to him had always been there. So of course, when you felt his lips, you let out a sound of pleasure.

That only deepened his smirk.

“D-Dazai. What are you doing?”

His right hand rested gently on your hip while the other fixed behind your neck to keep it still. You tilted your head to give him space to leave those weak kisses, but at your reaction, Dazai bit your neck lightly at first, making your knees buckle. You didn’t even hiss—just moaned, which only made him bite harder. That’s when you hissed, placing a hand on his abdomen for support. The pain was sweet, but shame curled in your stomach when he looked into your eyes, confronting your hidden desire.

“You’re so easy to read, it’s cute. Desperate, but cute.”

His lips brushed your face, leaving shallow kisses, while his hand tilted your chin to the side. You couldn’t move. You felt weak in his hands, like you belonged to it.

“Such a poor thing. Did you think you were that subtle all this time?” His voice sounded sweet, but his words were laced with malice. The kind that delighted in how obedient you were. And that realization sent a jolt through you, making you smile.

“I didn’t w-want you to know.”

Playing innocent wouldn’t help you now, and Dazai knew it. His grip tightened on your hip. His smile faded, which scared you a little. His eyes dropped to your body, watching the goosebumps form in response. Your skin burned under his stare, and he enjoyed the effect he had on you. It sent a thrill through him.

You gaze dropped, didn’t think twice before speaking.

“I’ve always found your hands interesting.”

“Want me to show you what they’re for?” His fingers inched closer between your legs and you could swear your vision blurred. Your mouth felt dry, your arousal worsening, and the hardest part was trying to hold eye contact for more than a minute. But Dazai didn’t let you look away. He gripped your chin, forcing the connection.

“Tell me, bella.” It was unbelievable how weak you were since he touched you. You didn’t fully trust him yet, but the way he brought you to this state was enough to make you feel desperately in need of relief.

“Yes, please.”

Dazai leaned toward your mouth, satisfied with your begging, stuttering voice, while at the same time his hand cupped your pussy. You moaned, parting your lips, but he kissed you slowly, in contrast with his fingers dragging along your clothed pussy, down and up, then teasing your thighs.

You trembled against him, fighting the urge to close your legs. But he made sure you didn’t, using his weight to press one of your thighs aside and keep you in place. Your breath grew heavier, the feeling intense and hard to endure.

His lips were soft and full, dominating yours, making space for his tongue as he began to explore your mouth, twirling his tongue with yours.

His fingers found your clit and your hips bucked, making him chuckle. He started moving in slow circles, kissing you, pulling back just to tease.

“Seems like you don’t even care if someone sees us.” You flushed with embarrassment at the thought, remembering where you were. You looked at him accusingly, but he only grinned. He slowed down, making your expression twist in confusion before speeding up again.

“But you don’t want me to stop, do you, bella?”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperate you were, so you just nodded. That flash in his eyes told you he liked the challenge. The impulse reflected in his finger, which dipped lower, testing your entrance and starting to push inside gently—though you were so wet there was no resistance.

Your mouth parted, your eyes widened, a louder moan escaping you, making you cover your mouth instinctively. His finger slid deeper, still slowly. Almost annoyed, Dazai lowered your hand, replacing it with his own, squeezing your cheeks. You didn’t listen. You didn’t respond the way he wanted. You were hiding your reactions.

That annoyed him.

“Don’t.”

“B-but—”

He added a second finger, stretching you more.

“I said don’t.”

Somehow, his darkened eyes shocked you. He had never spoken to you like this before. The dirty, concelead part of you completely submitted to this new side of him. His fingers turned rougher, breaking every last, rational thought into obedient fragments. You knew he knew exactly what he was doing.

“D-Dazai—”

His head lowered, exploring your breasts with kisses. He cupped one in his hand, kissing and sucking until he pulled gently at your nipple. Then he repeated it on the other, driving you mad.

“That’s more like it.”

“Please… please someone will come—please make me cum faster—”

His eyes widened mockingly, but his movements turned heavier at your plea.

“Oh? Greedy, aren’t we, bella?”

You nodded quickly. Your chest rose and fell with intensity—not just from the pleasure, but from how emotional it all felt.

“And what do I get in return?” Dazai mostly joked, just to see your reaction.

“Anything you want… anything—“

You were so close, and Dazai didn’t tease you long after that, bringing you to climax with his thumb circling your clit while the two fingers stayed deep inside. He gripped your chin again, tighter this time, forcing you to look into his eyes as your orgasm overtook you, spreading heat through your whole body while his gaze hypnotized you.

“K-kiss me.” You barely managed the words at the end of your orgasm.

It was the first time Dazai looked hesitant. The obscene image of you clearly affected him, almost an obsession took roots—but still, he gave you what you wanted, kissing you back with matching intensity. Dazai prolonged the moment, still fingering you slowly, until he pulled away just to taste your arousal on his fingers that left you breathless.

You dropped your swimming skirt in one swift motion, trying to steady your breath while Dazai smoothly stepped back. Ranpo shoved the door open with firm steps.

“Y/N? What’s taking so long?” His closed eyes squinted behind the glass in confusion, locking on the two of you.

Dazai was so unnervingly calm that it made you furious. He was too good at hiding. He smiled normally, already back to his usual silly demeanor.

“Did you know Y/N is a perfectionist? She struggled so hard to pick a towel for her friends.” Your hand twitched, barely stopping yourself from hitting him.

“Yeaah… right.” Ranpo murmured.

You slipped out of his space, grabbing a few towels at random, aggressive in your movements, and shoved them at Ranpo. Dazai followed behind, walking slowly.

But just before you all stepped back outside, he dragged you so fast you didn’t even have time to make a sound.

Only when your back hit the door. The changing room’s door.

“What the fuck—”

Ranpo, left outside in confusion, only noticed too late that no one was behind him anymore. Stillc he shrugged indifferently. Not my business.

Dazai’s eyes were anything but empty now. Those darkened pupils spoke only one thing.

“Not so fast, bella.” He turned you around roughly, one hand landing on your lower back and dragging down, sliding over your ass and between your cheeks, making your legs part instinctively in response. “After all, you promised me something, didn’t you?”

You gasped, trembling at his touch, arching your body back to chase his hands.

“You’re so mean.”

He chuckled, feeling how your pussy throbbed under his fingers, spreading your previous arousal from earlier.

“Am I?” Dazai didn’t believe a word, but he was always cautious. Always calculated. “Say you don’t want it, bella.”He massaged your ass, trailing his hand lower down your trembling legs. “And I’ll stop. I promise.”

His sweet tone was intoxicating, but his hands stilled. His body was so close, yet not enough for what you craved right now. You turned your cheek from the door, glancing sideways toward him. He could see you licking your dry lips, thinking. You hated how your voice came out stuttering again.

“I-I want it, Dazai.”

His smirk returned at the same with his hands. One came to your front, landing gently at your throat, resting there without pressure.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You moaned when you felt his hard cock grind slightly against you, frustrated by the fabric between you. You tried to move, to undress him, but he squeezed your throat just slightly, halting your silent plan—and you thanked him with another moan.

So you’re like that, huh?

“D-Dazai.”

His grip on your throat was light, barely reducing your already heavy breath, while his other fingers slid across your back, smoothly undoing the knot of your bikini top. Your breasts responded instantly, aching for attention—but he ignored them for now, focusing on your ass instead, squeezing and massaging it before delivering a small slap.

Your thighs twitched, trying to close, chasing the sting—an involuntary sign that you liked the pain.

But how much?

Dazai slapped the same spot again, harder, then again, the same treatment repeated.

Your whines filled the air, but you only pushed more of your face against the door, parting your legs and arching your hips toward him. So he slapped harder. Multiple times. Until a tear slipped down your cheek.

His hands soothed the area, but when you turned to look at him, he was already kneeling behind you, eyes locked.

His expression was serious. His breath heavier. And his eyes? Only hunger.

He was affected—truly—by your obedience.

You felt his warm tongue glide across the bruised skin, your eyes going glassy at the sight in front of you. Then, his firm hand pushed your head back down, keeping you in place, while his other hand bent you slightly forward at the waist for better access. He kissed your ass slowly, leaving small wet marks wherever he wanted. The sting was long gone compared to his earlier slaps, and he made sure of that by licking around your pussy too while his fingers teased your swollen clit.

“F-fuck, Dazai! Yes, p-please… more, m-more!”

Your voice came out muffled, but he heard you. That was the moment Dazai returned to himself—at least a little—realizing how far gone he’d been, completely immersed in holding you down and doing exactly what he wanted to your body.

He stood slowly, his mouth and chin covered in your arousal, glistening. You turned subtly, eyes pleading. Asking for permission without words.

He didn’t react, not even when your trembling hands tried to undo his belt.

Only when he saw the struggle in your hands did he take it from you, lifting your wrists gently and bringing them behind your back, tying them with the belt. His breath brushed your face as his lips softly touched yours during the process, and you could only stay still in response.

“My pretty girl listens, right?”

You nodded eagerly.

“And she’d tell me if something didn’t feel good, wouldn’t she?”

You swallowed, wondering what was on his mind. You nodded again. But Dazai still didn’t move.

“Yes, Dazai. I’d tell you anything.”

He sighed, amused, but something inside him startled. He felt something old flicker inside his chest. A feeling he hadn’t welcomed in a long time. Possessiveness.

He kissed you quickly, lifting your leg at the same time before moving to your throat to make you still, kissing down to your ear.

“Yes? And who else would you tell?”

Barely able to breathe, eyes shut tight, you mumbled back,

“Only you. Only you, I promise.”

The hand not holding your leg returned to your breasts, squeezing them, tugging at your nipples until your eyes met again. It had been fun up until now to tease you. But he was still human. And he hadn’t expected you to be this easy to break. Also…he wouldn’t admit it, but you weren’t just anyone to him.

But, that’s a weakness he couldn’t afford you discovering.

Maybe he could forgive himself just this once, when he pulled his cock out of his pants sooner than intended—and though your lips parted in admiration, he chose to save that scenario for another time. Instead, his precum smeared from the tip between your folds, wetting you more, though you didn’t need it.

Dazai let his mouth fall open at the same time as yours, feeling the stretch as he slid in. His breathing was hard to steady for a moment, pulling you closer by the leg and accidentally sinking in deeper, making you both moan. Dazai’s moans were so sensual, they made you feel hooked, bewitched. He wasn’t the type to hold back if something felt good enough to make him react.

He let you adjust, your walls reshaping to take him in before his thrusts pushed deeper—slow but steady. Dazai’s hand found your neck, pulling your back toward him, forcing more soft cries from your mouth.

“Mmhn—“

One of his fingers slipped into your already open mouth, stretching it. His other hand smoothed over your ass before slapping you, harder this time—exactly how you seemed to like it.

“F-fuck, Dazai.”

He groaned, feeling how tightly you squeezed him. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping hard to pull you against his chest, making you gasp.

“Who taught my pretty girl to take it so good, hm?”

“Y-you.”

Dazai was never dumb. Quite the opposite, he’d read you from the beginning. His plan was simple. He’d break you the way he wanted, train your responses to belong only to him, so no one else could ever reach you the same way.

You tried to move your tied wrists, the belt holding them behind your back, spreading yourself more for him; but you struggled.

Dazai’s wicked smile widened, mocking you.

“Aww, poor baby. Do you want me to free you?”

He loosened his grip on your hair, his thrusts slowing just enough for you to breathe and speak.

“Y-yes, please baby—I wanna touch you! Please, D-Dazai.”

“Mhm.”

He slid out of you carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you, then untied your wrists and turned your weakened body around. Dazai was being generous for your first time with hime, since you’d behaved so well. But you shouldn’t get used to that.

His sinful eyes matched yours. Still, it was clear he held all the control. He nuzzled into your neck, whispering against your earlobe.

“Come on, bella. Hold on to me.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he gripped both your thighs, lifting you. He was stronger than he looked, surprising you with how easily he moved with you. He filled you again, making you bury your face in his neck for support before you barely meet Dazai’s lowered, focused gaze. Both of your mouths were open, breathing each other’s air.

“Y-you’re so deep in m-me—You fill me so good, so good—”

He groaned, rewarding your words with rougher, more powerful thrusts.

“And you have such a good pussy, bella.” You felt his teeth on your neck, biting harder that made your cries louder. Your screams were delicious to him, only making him want to fuck you deeper. “No one even comes close.”

His sudden praise nearly made you cry, your walls clenching hard around him, making Dazai hiss. His hands moved between your bodies, then shoved you harder into the door for support. Your swollen clit sent a jolt through you when his fingers started circling it, coaxing you toward your orgasm—because even Dazai couldn’t hold out much longer.

Your hands cupped his face, brushing over his lips while you cried out his name. His wild, untamed eyes made you spiral closer and closer. You just prayed no one would come in now, since the door was trembling under the impact of his thrusts.

“So deep, you’re so deep—”

You kissed him, and Dazai let you have that moment, especially when he felt you come. Your legs trembled, shaking around him. He dragged your orgasm out a little longer with his fingers before stopping his circling on your clit. Only to grip your thighs roughly and started fucking you again, harder, chasig his own orgasm.

He had to clasp his hand over your mouth because you were screaming way too loud.

“Shhh, baby.”

In one swift motion, he lifted you and came over your stomach and lower abdomen, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as he groaned. Your arms were wrapped around him, hugging him tight while his breath was still irregular, trying to calm himself.

After that, he start lowering your trembling legs. Still, he kept an arm around your waist to hold you upright because you couldn’t walk yet from how sore you were.

You looked away shyly after that, feeling ashamed. He hadn’t looked at you yet, and for a moment, you felt embarrassed when he even turned around from you.

You felt exposed, wanting to disappear from the room entirely.

Then he came back behind you. You lifted your tired eyes toward a mirror and saw him come closer again.

He turned you around, fixing your vulnerable expression with his too-serious, unreadable face before tilting his head.

“W-what…”

He grabbed some paper towels, cleaning his release off your body, then picking up your clothes and helping you dress. His fingers were gentle over the bruised skin he’d left, making a quiet mental note to care for them later. You swallowed, not trusting your voice to say anything. He sensed it, of course he did. Your anxious state of mind.

After finishing, he raised his hand and touched your cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Even I, I’m not that cruel, bella.”

You nodded, and he smiled a little at that. But Dazai couldn’t stay too long in a serious, sentimental mood. It was the time for the other persona.

“I heard you suck at swimming. That’s why you didn’t go in the water until now.”

Your eyes glinted with affection, even though you rolled them and shoved him lightly so you could open the door.

“I’m pretty sure I could drown you if I tried.”

He furrowed his brows behind you, following. Then, his voice turned excited.

“I like how that sounds. Do you want to do it with me?”

You shot him a glare over your shoulder.

“Dazai!”

He gave you that annoying tilt of his lips right before you opened the door, letting Dazai see your entire silhouette. The sunlight poured in, rays spreading around your body like an angelic glow—despite the unholy things you both had just done.

Like he said…You should never know about this weakness.

Or at least not until he finishes investigating you.

And testing you. Again and again.

Maybe then.

𓆩♡𓆪 a small scene afterwards

You cursed out loud, breathless, at a bratty Ranpo, blaming him for pushing your head deeper into the water, even though Dazai had already swum toward you, pulling you gently back to the surface.

His graceful hands brushing over your hips from behind. You looked at him through the wet strands of hair clinging to your face, and he leaned in, whispering near your ear.

Even though he was far enough to not seem suspicious, his words made your skin prickle. Only Ranpo stared at you a moment too long before finally deciding to look away again.

“If these people weren’t around, I would do terrible things to you.”

A chill ran down your spine, your heart beating faster at the dark way he said it.

Still, his usual cheeky grin remained on his face as he swam away, the black shirt stuck tightly to his back now, soaked and clinging to his shape,leaving your flushed face floating alone in the water. Honestly, at this point, you might as well wear a full red swimsuit. It’d be the same as blushing this much every time you saw him.

You groaned internally.

But somewhere underneath it all, a small flicker of hope had started glowing quietly inside your chest.

[tgmsunmontue]

Won't let you be my Waterloo - 3/?

Hangster getting together fic set after TGM. Jake receives messages from Rooster meant for someone else and it opens some channels of communication. Shame they're still terrible at it. Fleshed out "wrong number" story from @caystar13star

Waterloo: a decisive or final defeat or setback.

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

                Of course, he can’t just take off and live in Izaak and Izzy’s guest room for three months. Not least because he and Mav are doing a delicate dance of becoming reacquainted with one another, which is sort of nice while also a lot awkward, although watching Mav and Penny Benjamin do a similar type of dance is entertaining, and Amelia seems… normal. He doesn’t really have experience with teenage girls to have a metric to compare her to, but he does feel judged sometimes when she looks at him. It makes him think of Phoenix and he looks forward to introducing them.

                He wakes in the middle of most nights, heart pounding, breath coming in sharp breaths and he struggles to get back to sleep. Knows he’s going to have to talk to someone, suspects it’s because he’s got time now. Time to process what he’s just experienced. Survived. So for the first time in a long time he stays put, looks around him and decides he might as well try and do some work on the house. It needs it and it’s not like he can make it worse.

…            …            …

>>Did what you suggested and went and patted all the dogs at the shelter. Helped a little.

                He knows this isn’t meant for him, because he sure as hell hasn’t ever suggested that Bradshaw go and do such a thing. But attached to the message are about five photos of some cute dogs. Jake finds himself smiling, although he wonders why Bradshaw needed to go and do that and what he’s been saying to the person he intended this for. Jake isn’t stupid, knows Bradshaw is probably having nightmares. He is himself and he didn’t go through the experience of the SAMs and then getting shot down.

                So instead of messaging Rooster and telling him he’s got the wrong number again he simply finds himself on Rooster’s porch step again, frowning at the dry-rot and peeling paint, kicks at it absently and the urge to fix it is still there but it’s not his place, either literally or figuratively and he raps his knuckles on the door, waits. Knows Bradshaw has to be home because his bright blue monstrosity of a gas-guzzler is sitting in the drive like a beacon.

                “Hey.”

                “Hey. What are you doing here?”

                “Want me to leave?”

                “Would you actually?” Bradshaw asks with a scoff, pulling the door open wider.

                “Probably not.”

                “Yeah. Thought so. Might as well come in then.”

                Since their morning of shared chicken wings things have been… easier. Not easy, definitely not the level of comfort he relaxes into when he’s with Javy or at home with his family, but whatever tension was there previously has bled away and he supposes the whole life-saving has probably helped as well. Now there is an uneasy sense of something there and Jake’s not sure if it’s friendship or if that’s simply wishful thinking on his part. He follows Rooster through to the kitchen, gets a hand waved in the direction of a half-filled coffee pot and invited to help himself. He declines, then spies the small pots of sample paint and the quirks up an eyebrow.

                “Planning on doing some redecorating?”

                “Yeah… the whole place needs some desperate TLC.”

                “I mean… yeah. I wasn’t going to say anything.”

                “You feeling okay?” Bradshaw asks, and Jake is certain there’s a joke heading his way judging from the way Rooster’s lip is twitching. So easy to read.

                “Yeah. Why?”

                “Not like you not to say anything.”

                “Oh fuck off…” Jake mutters, flipping him the finger. “Are you planning on keeping it or selling it?”

                “Uh. Keeping it. Why?”

                “Well… if you were going to sell, then there wouldn’t be any point in me offering my help. I mean. Developers will just buy it and knock down the house. So no point spending time and money fixing things up. However if you want to live here… then there are some things I can help with.”

                “Really?”

                “Yeah, really. My dad is a carpenter and I was helping him from a young age. I can’t say I am looking forward to the paint job this place needs but stripping it off will be satisfying at least.”

                “You’re… you’re offering to help me fix it up?”

                “If you want the help…”

                “I… yeah. Yeah. Definitely. Please.”

…            …            …

                Other than learning his dad was a carpenter, Hangman hasn’t mentioned his family further and Bradley doesn’t want to ask, well aware of the fact that the topic can be a minefield. Hangman is going through his dismal collection of tools, muttering under his breath and Bradley feels helpless, but doesn’t know what else he can do. An engine he can work with, a house, not so much.

                “Did you enjoy petting the dogs Rooster?”

                The out-of-the-blue question makes him blink, not least because he didn’t tell anyone about that… except…

                “Did I send you a message again?” Bradley asks with a sigh, and if his eyesight wasn’t checked regularly he’d think he needed glasses. But it’s just his lack of attention, although he remembers them feeling tired and gritty the night he drank too much and shit, maybe he should get them checked properly.

                “Yep. Food pictures and cute dogs… I’m really suffering here Bradshaw.”

                “Yeah yeah, whatever. I’m sorry.”

                “It’s fine. Just… who is it you think you’re messaging?”

                “Oh. Izaak. He’s, uh, my best friend,” Bradley says, because saying brother wouldn’t be accurate regardless of how they feel about each other and how Bradley feels a part of the family.

                “Huh. Right beside Hangman in your phone then.”

                “Same when you were Jake.”

                Hangman startles at his words, turns round to stare at him.

                “You have me in your phone as Jake?”

                “Um. Not anymore? I changed it to Hangman, but then it still puts your contact right beside I either way. And to be honest, I’d rather be accidentally messaging you than Hondo…”

                “Uh… do I want to know why you have Hondo’s number?”

                Bradley definitely isn’t mentioning asking for it so he could put him in as a buffer between Hangman and Izaak, not that he did it anyway, because he’s up in the Bs under Bernie because he hasn’t bothered changing it.

                “He’s one of Mav’s best friends… or maybe just one of the few people Mav listens to. Or pretends to listen to…”

                “Sounds like Maverick. Anyway, you’ve got nothing we need. Going to need a trip to the hardware store. You’re paying.”

                Bradley splutters.

                “Why am I paying?”

                “Your house, your dime. You’re already getting my labor for free.”

                Bradley opens his mouth to argue and then snaps it shut, because actually, that seems more than fair. The temptation to make a quip about having to suffer through Hangman’s company, but he doesn’t want to rock the boat.

…            …            …

                Jake finds himself a tool belt and a few things he knows he’ll use again, like a good hammer that’s weighted just right and a decent measuring tape. He’s already thinking of ripping out the nails on the porch steps, lord that will be satisfying to fix. His actual tool belt is at his parents, but with them away he’d have to bother one of his siblings, and they’re all plenty busy without going on a goose chase for him.

                “You’re, uh, buying that?”

                “Well I’m not flying all the way to Texas to get my one.”

                “You… you have your own one?”

                “Yes Bradshaw, I have my own tool belt,” Jake says slowly, and he wonders what the hell is going on in Rooster’s brain right now to make him look like he’s currently been knocked on the head; remembers belatedly the man is still recovering. “You okay?”

                “Yeah… uh. How about I buy this one and you just use it? You are doing me a favor after all…”

                Jake shrugs, adds it to his cart but keeps hold of the hammer before Bradshaw rolls his eyes and grabs it from him. Ah well, he can have a surprise at the checkout. Then they go and get wood and he holds back all the jokes on the tip of his tongue, feels a little juvenile until he spies Rooster biting his lips to hold in a laugh. Then he’s talking to the hire team, organizing some saws and horses to support the wood. Bradshaw stands there and listens, silent.

                “You actually know about this stuff…” Bradshaw says as they make their way to the checkout and Jake nods.

                “Sure do,” Jake replies, doesn’t want to ask about Bradshaw’s upbringing, knows about his dad and Maverick so doubts it’s pretty. “Good thing you’ve got a truck. Let’s get back to your place and get to work.” Part of him expects Bradshaw to grumble, but instead he does as Jake instructs and helps load the wood and supplies into the back of his truck and Jake’s already thinking he’s going to need some gloves. He can get things measured up first though.

…            …            …

                “I keep sending Hangman messages I mean for you,” Bradley says to Izaak later, prodding at the piece of fish he has in the pan. “But I went to the shelter this morning, patted lots of puppies. It was good.”

                “Glad it helped, won’t tell Izzy you still haven’t sent her photos of puppies… actually, I was thinking of getting her one. Was there one that stood out?”

                “Fuck off, I’m not travelling across the country with a puppy…”

                “Not even for us?”

                “No.”

                “Where’s the love gone?”

                “Go to a shelter near you, even better, take Izzy and let her have some stress relief. I know the whole wedding planning is getting to her.”

                “I’m trying to help!”

                “I didn’t even say anything!”

                “Ugh. Sorry. Just getting defensive. Her mom is being…”

                “Challenging?” Bradley provides, because he’s met Izzy’s mom and he’s not quite sure how Izzy turned out so chilled out and relaxed if that was what she grew up with. Maybe that’s why she’s so relaxed though.

                “Yeah. Let’s go with that. But enough about my future mother-in-law… you’re still messaging boner-boy huh?”

                “Hangman…” Bradley corrects.

                “Hangman, Boner-boy… same thing.”

                “It’s really not,” Bradley says with a tired sigh. “Anyway, I’m not messaging him. Not on purpose.”

                “I think that’s your brain trying to tell you something…”

                “Fuck off, it is not.”

                “No, seriously, I think you should actually send him some messages. Open up those lines of communication. Actually have an adult conversation. I know you can.”

                “We actually spent the afternoon together. He’s going to help me do some work on the house. Apparently his dad was a carpenter… he definitely seems to know more than I do.”

                “Wait wait wait. Boner-boy has offered to help you work on the house? And you accepted?”

                Bradley bites his bottom lip, because yeah, he gets why Izaak is asking with such disbelief. He wasn’t ready to work on the house previously, it felt too emotionally charged. Now though, having nearly died? He wants to make it his, the same way it used to be his parents. As for Hangman’s presence…

                “Yeah well… I’m ready to make some changes and he’s free labor.”

                “Wow…” Izaak says, the word drawing out. “You feeling okay?”

                “He’s not as bad as he was…” Bradley says with a sigh, because of course he’s complained about Hangman to his best friend before. “Things happen. Things I can’t tell you about. But… we’re okay.”

                “Things happen? Like… is this in the same ballpark as you now talking to your dick of a godfather again?”

                “Yep. Things… happened. I’m talking to Mav. He told me that my mom didn’t want me to fly.”

                “Oh. Fuck… how are you coping with that news?”

                “Well… not great. But. It is what it is right? I’m not going to give up my career, and lots of kids go against their parents’ wishes…”

                “Most kids don’t have dead parents they can’t argue with,” Izaak says, and it’s this level of candour that Bradley has always appreciated. No avoidance. Sympathy but not pity. And in the case of Izaak the easy invitation to join him for every single family thing ever since the time they first met.

                “It’s fine. Your parents think I’m amazing.”

                Izaak sighs, because he knows Bradley is right. Despite everything there are somethings that Izaak’s parents just don’t get about Izaak, and Bradley is the weird golden child because he doesn’t have a complicated history with them, or feel their expectations on his shoulders like he knows Izaak does.

                “You are amazing. I don’t make a habit of having best friends who aren’t.”

                “Love you too. Izzy and I both. Your parents been okay? Not too overbearing?”

                Izaak sighs again and Bradley can imagine him standing there, rolling his shoulders as he stares out of a window.

                “Yeah. They’re fine. They want you to go to a suit place. They have people.”

                “Of course they do,” Bradley laughs. “Just ask you mom to send me the details and I’ll figure it out.”

                “Lucky you. Mom and Cheryl are going to be at my fitting,” Izaak says, and Bradley winces. The mother-in-law.

                “Yikes. Sorry man. Rather you than me.”

…            …            …

[funkbun]

inspekchin asks huh (takes drag of cigarette) i feel like we all talk a lot abt how capo feels about inspekta/hector, but im curious to hear the reverse: how has inspekta/hector felt about capochin over the years?

EYES GLOWING RED. GOD. GODDDDD…

Okay so my thoughts about Inspekta/Hector’s views on Capochin aren’t as in-depth compared to Capo’s, but god i think it’s interesting thinking about his views on him…

So pre-godhood Hector found Capochin in an alley probably dying badly, brought him into his home, now they’re roomies yadda yadda u know the deal. I think at first Hector felt kinda awkward around him. Since he was so used to being on his own for the past few years, and now suddenly he brought this guy he only met like 2 seconds ago into his home. But I think he realized that Capochin was in a somewhat similar position as him and he didn’t want to leave him on his own, so yea yay they ended up growing closer and realized how important they were to each other. Capo can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but Hector kinda likes that (for reasons) and Capochin knows when to turn down his snarkiness around him. The two of them just work off one another pretty well, and Capochin was someone who helped encourage Hector to really pursue in his Bizzyboy efforts; mostly due to how Hects literally saved him from certain death when they first met. 

Also Capochin keeps making him tasty yummy meals everyday so YAAAY YUM DOT COM!!!!!!! Everything’s okay.

So yea, Hector lauves him and they’re kinda gay or something but they dont gotta worry about that until a few more years pass lol.

NOW WITH INSPEKTA. I feel like in Inspekta’s early years he still feels this way towards Capochin, but is a lot more conscious about how he’s a god and Capochin’s still a regular person, and there’s always going to be that difference between them. Capo’s a shoulder for him to lean on when things get stressful, someone who he could talk to, feel comfortable around, and human with since they’ve known each other for so long. Once again, he lauves him.

As things Start Going Bad for Speks, he becomes more dependent on Capochin’s trust and loyalty since he believes that he’s the only person he could trust to be by his side, for now at least. And with Capochin’s more enabling behavior and how he’s willing to go along with Inspekta’s impulsive plans simply because he doesn’t want to seem like he’s betraying his god or doubting his decisions, it kinda just leads to an endless feedback loop of Inspekta giving Capochin orders because he knows he’ll follow them without question, and Capochin going through with those orders because of how he doesn’t want it to seems as though his devotion to Inspekta is faulting + he may end up being rewarded for his pure loyalty. THESE FUCKING GUYYSSSS AUGH….

Aside from that stuff, I think that during this era, Inspekta starts seeing Capochin less like an actual person and more of like… an asset or something. Like, that’s Capochin; my right hand man, my cheffie, my touy, the guy who’s here to help me no matter what. Though this is less of a Capochin specific thing, but kinda relating to how Inspekta isolating himself causes him to not really see other people As people, since he’s not really talking, interacting, or getting to know em that well anymore. He knows exactly what would distress and upset the other gods because he knew them for decades. He was their friend for so long and he’s kept track of all that type of stuff. But due to his spiraling, those friends instantly became obstacles in his mind (and that view of them only worsened thanks to Capochin’s enabling, hashtag awesome).

Circling back to Capochin, tho. I do think he does still care about Capochin as both his right-hand-man and as a friend, but sometimes that care can get overshadowed by his own fears, jealousy, plans, job as a god, all that typa stuff. And it doesn’t really help, again, with how much Capochin ends up enabling those thoughts of his, claiming that everything he’s doing is okay and that there’s nothing for him to worry about. Because when he’s the only god left, everything will be alright because he’s already perfect and amazing. And allll that just goes into Inspekta’s head.

Also Capochin keeps making him those blue yummy fuckin burgers everyday so YAAAY YUM DOT COM!!!!!!! Everything’s okay actually.

NOW. POST GAME. He’s got some complicated feelings about Capochin, mostly due to how he believes that Capo hates him forever now and tries his hardest to avoid him in case he blows up at him n stuff. Though they do constantly end up crossing paths unintentionally, simply because they live somewhat close to each other (and they live in each other’s heads rent free lmao). He is very overly apologetic towards Capochin whenever he sees him. Letting him know how sorry he was for everything; neglecting his needs, making him feel as though he needed to agree to all of Inspekta’s horrible plans, all that sorta stuff, along with how he understands if Capochin doesn’t forgive him after everything, and if he’d hate him forever, since he isn’t his god, his boss, or possibly his friend, so Hector really has no say in how Capochin feels about him.

However I do think at a certain point Hector gets tired of how Capochin, while still clearly upset at him, keeps making efforts to actually speak with him again. But instead of actually communicating whenever they meet up, they usually end up talking for a bit (after a couple of apologies from Hector, of course) and something said slightly bothers Capochin and he ends up blowing up at him and storming away. I think Hector’s slightly more patient compared to Capo, but after this shit happening like 5 different times Hector just grows more and more frustrated with Capochin and would prefer if he didn’t choose to meet up with him in the first place. That, along with how Capochin seems to put so much blame on Hector, but doesn’t seem to focus on how much he also contributed to Everything That Happened (I do think that Capochin does think about the shitty thing he’s done every moment of his life post-game, but doesn’t really communicate it well with Hector specifically because these old men have Problems and Issues with communication and everything they say could instantly lead to a bomb to go off and they start arguing for an hour just to regret it all soon afterwards).

However, despite all this mess, I do think that they eventually reach a point where they end up attempting to work out their issues, relearning how to be comfortable around one another, understanding all the shit they’ve been through together and how they ended up feeding into each other’s worst qualities those past 33 years. Of course they gotta go through fifty divorces during this period because they have Issues and Problems, but it could work out in the end I believe it….love endures….

Anyways when it comes to Good for Nothing Era Inspekchin I think they’d be the most annoying of roommates that are kinda gay ever. They’ve still got a pile of issues that they need to sort out, of course, but Hector genuinely appreciates Capochin for allowing him back into his life. They suck so much, but they suck…together <3

Also Capochin is still making him those (regular colored) yummy fuckin burgers and other meals and treats everyday so YAAAY YUM DOT COM!!!!!!! Everything’s okay actually for real now.

i cannot stand them