#DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE INTIMACY OF BEING FUCKING MAD
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You know the idea where a closed off mean character becomes more open and nicer when they become close to someone?
That's King with Purple
But for Purple, its the opposite
Like here me out,
Purple is closed off but they're nice, (or at least highly respectful of King)
But they're only like that with King at the beginning because Purple doesn't know him. Purple is nice and caring to King because King is a powerful, older authority figure in their life. In their mind, they are not equals. So Purple is nice to him to a fault.
(contrasted by Purple and the Color Gang, where Purple has no qualms with being a bastard (affectionate AND derogatory) to them because the level of respect shared between them is more equal)
So when Purple and King start bonding and start opening up more. There are moments where Purple gets mean. They get rude and will fight King on stuff.
And that's a good thing
Because it means that Purple trusts King enough to drop the placating, kind, and happy default, and actually show and communicate when they're upset and hurting.
And goddamn have they been hurting for a while
The idea that becoming closer brings both the positives and the negatives,
The idea that you know someone trusts you because they feel comfortable enough to have a breakdown in your presence,
The idea that they believe in your ability to help them when they're at their worst,
is so SO good to me
#Sammy8D says#alan becker#ava headcanon#purple stick figure#king stick figure#avm purple#avm king#ava purple#ava king#animation vs minecraft#avm shorts#avm#I'm having Purple thoughts again and its making me INSANE#DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE INTIMACY OF BEING FUCKING MAD#OF BEING ABSOLUTELY PISSED AND WILLINGLY SHARING IT WITH SOMEONE YOU TRUST??#There is nothing that gets me more than exploring the positives of negative emotions#Sammy8D Stick Stuff
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#sorry I only got two hours of sleep you'll have to put up with me rambling again#why do people feel the need to label things? I know I know this argument has been happening for forever I'm doing nothing new#but I'm thinking about the idea of queerplatonic. like.. I get that we feel the need to categorize every close relationship#because you're not “allowed” to have intimacy unless it's within a socially accepted framework (FUCK THAT FUCK THAT FUCK THAT BTW)#so we invented a new word for “someone who you love enough to live with but not romantically/sexually”#we understand family love. so living with family isn't that weird (except ofc we shame people who live with family long term because??? idk#and we understand living with friends.. except when you're old enough when “you really should find someone to settle down with”#why is the only person it's socially normalized to live with long term a romantic partner. why why why why why.#anyway just some thoughts. sometimes happiness is being the housekeeper to a mad scientist#because who else is gonna keep snacks in the fridge for when he inevitably forgets to feed himself.#tag talk
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Blurb idea jade!!! Can I request a drunk reader with one of the mauraders where she comes home and he’s expecting her to be all kisses and he’s getting ready to let her down bc he won’t make out with her drunk but she just comes and screams CUDDLES!!! And just wants lots of cuddles!! Omg bonus if it’s like a reader that’s touch starved or someone who usually doesn’t say that
ty for requesting!
Your knock to be let in is somehow hesitant and sloppy at the same time. It starts quiet, ends louder, and when Remus opens the door you almost fall straight through the doorway into his arms.
You smell unbearably of cherry, but you have kind hands. “Hello!” you say, cupping his neck.
“Shh,” he says gently. “James is sleeping upstairs.”
“Oh, gotcha,” you whisper. “Sorry, James. Should we not go upstairs?”
“Where will we sleep?” he asks.
“On the settee? We have fun on the settee all the time–”
“Don't say it like that,” Remus chastens, laughing as he pulls you into the living room. He has a feeling he'll have to fend you off while you're tipsy, and it's not that you don't listen (when he says no, you'd never dream of trying your luck), but the issue is that you being drunk gravely inhibits your ability to understand language. Sometimes, he has to shout a bit.
Even now you're giggling and traipsing after him, asking a question, getting an answer, and asking again. “Did you miss me?”
“I always miss you,” he says, nudging you down into the settee.
There are enough fat cushions behind you to soften the fall, but you still laugh, accusing him of violence, “You're so mean,” you say, “pushing me around. How could you?”
Remus bites back a smile. He loves you, clearly, but you have issues with intimacy he has yet to unravel, if it's possible at all, and he doesn't mind how you are nor the time it might take, but booze is a little like a fast forwarding button. You want to be touched so badly it eats you up, and sober all it takes is a hand on your arm to make you shiver, but drunk? You're pulling at his shirt trying to get him between your legs.
“Dove, you're more drink than girl right now,” he says, holding your wrists tightly, lest you win.
“Okay? Give me a cwtch, don't be so selfish,” you say.
He puts his knee between your legs and leans down. “Oh, I'm selfish?” he asks, bringing his hand to your face, fingers curled, fingertips stroking up and down your cheek. Your skin is boiling hot.
“You're not?” you ask.
Remus relents, dropping the mass of his weight on top of you, ready to climb off of you again if you aren't happy. His arms needle under your back and you wriggle down to bring him closer, clearly pleased at the position, delight evident on your face. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks.
You giggle happily. It echoes, and he gives you a quick kiss to show he isn't mad before he shushes you. “James is sleeping, dove,” he says again, “you have to be quiet.”
“I am being quiet, you're the one shouting.” You drape your arms over his shoulders, nuzzling your face against his neck. “Just cwtch me, fuck’s sake.”
He squeezes you hard enough to make you laugh again, panic and humour at once; these types of play fights usually end in you breathless and tickled half to death. “Watch your mouth.”
“Okay, alright.” You press your parted lips to his neck. “Rub my back? Least you can do now you've broken it.”
He was going to anyway.
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Disciplinary Action
Pairing: Izuku "Deku" Midorya x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, all characters are 18+ here, established relationship, punishment, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, clit stimulation, encouragement, praise, dick riding, needy Deku, soft!dom Deku
Word count: 1.6k
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A/N: This was a commission for a user here on Tumblr. I'm so sorry this is late but hopefully it's worth it. My commissions are still open so if you'd like one just DM me.
In all the years that you've dated Izuku never came off as needy to you. Quite the opposite, he was always patient and maybe a little on the shy side of things when it came to intimacy. Happy to give and happy to receive, never demanding above what you were offering.
And really being the new Symbol of Piece didn't live either of you with much time for things like sex, at least not as much as you'd both like so you took advantage of every moment you could steal with each other, no matter how small or fast it may be.
That was what it was supposed to be like but... damn were you busy lately. Izuku would wrap his arms around you and pull you against him, kissing your neck but you would brush him off saying you had work to do. That was fine with him, he was happy with the cuddles and the kisses. At least you thought he was.
"Sweetie, are you gonna be working for much longer?" Izuku was already on the couch, smiling at you with his winning, shying smile, his green tie hanging loosely around his neck, sleeves rolled up, revealing the many scars he's earned over the years of being a Pro.
"Hm?" You didn't look up from your laptop as you typed away on the living room table, "Yeah, a bit more. You can go to bed if you want, but my deadline is in two days."
The silence was almost deafening. Usually he would reply to you somehow or offer to stay up with you, or make you something to drink. This time all he said was, "Come here sweetie."
Spoken in a serious, demanding tone, so unlike the bubbly, soft voice you were accustomed to hearing from him it got your attention, "What? Izuku, I just need to-"
"Here. Now."
Your body moved on his own, you couldn't even see his face from this angle, with his broad back turned to you. There was a sound though, a familiar one.
As you rounded to face him you could see his face, blushing and burning as he fisted his hard cock up and down, his pants not even down his legs, "Izuku." He rarely ever did this in front of you, "I told you I can't right now."
"You can. You will. I miss your pussy so much sweetheart. Don't you miss my cock? It's been so lonely without you." He sped up his movements, keeping eye contact the whole time, "I know you missed me too. You've just been too wrapped up in your work. I understand. I know I shouldn't be mad about it but..." He grit his teeth as he gripped the bottom of his shaft, "Ah, come here, I wanna see how much you need me too."
He is tone was half desperate, half commanding, but correct. Even if you didn't need him before you certainly do now that you've seen how hard he is for you.
"A quickie?"
"Depends on how well you follow orders." The atmosphere around you suddenly shifted, Izuku's eyes on yours, dark green, wild... hungry. "Strip." Was all he said as he resumed on jerking off, the sound filling the room, making your panties sticky even as you pushed them down, "Just like I thought. Fucking sopping wet. And you're telling me you weren't horny for me like a bitch in heat? The evidence is all over the floor sweetie."
With his free hand he pointed down and without protest you sank onto your your knees in front of him. You licked your lips, eyeing his cock, only to get offered his fingers instead.
You took them both in your mouth, running your tongue over the rough pads and the scarred flesh, gripping his hand, his wrist and gently smoothing over his arm. "So skilled with that tongue. See why my cock missed you? You could make any man lose his mind, bring a Pro like me down with just your mouth. Lucky for me you're on my side huh?" He finally chuckled again, you missed that sound. But that wasn't the thing you missed the most about him right now.
As if he could tell what you were thinking his fingers left your mouth with a wet pop. You eyed his cock hungerly, crawling towards it next.
"Stay." You almost hated how that word, that tone made you obey, "Good girl. Up. You can show me how much you wanted me with these." Izuku hooked his two wet fingers upwards and placed his hand next to him on the couch.
"But I... I wanna taste you." You protested even as your body obeyed.
"I know you do. You gotta ride my fingers first okay? I promise I'll take good care of you afterwards." There was that gentle reassuring smile again. How could he have that expressing while you were taking his fingers deep right next to him? "I love you sweetheart." He started pumping his cock again, his eyes not leaving yours as you leaned back on the couch with your elbows to have an easier time moving your hips. "You're pretty like this, half naked, with that cockhungry expression on your face. You want this cock pumping cum inside you don't you? Don't you?"
His fingers hooked inside of you, almost making you lose your pace. "Yeah. Yeah, you know I do. I want the whole thing, every inch of you." It wasn't anything you were ashamed to admit. You were far enough into your relationship to be very familiar with each others desires.
"Well then... come and get it." Despite his words he started moving his wrist, pushing his fingers deep inside of you until your cunt was clenching and spasming around him, your pussy juice gushing all over the couch.
"Izuku!" You threw your arms around him, whimpering loud and pathetic when his fingers left your pussy, "Need you. Please. I'm sorry."
"Now, now sweetheart. You know how to apologize." He cupped your face in his hands, his lips a little rough but also quite soft on yours, "Ride my dick. Make it come." He whispered as his arms wrapped around your back and your hands gripped his shirt tight, nails digging into his shoulders, "Ride me like you wanna break me."
Breaking Izuku was impossible. Unless it was with words, he was still a bit of a softie there. But physically? There was no force that could even bend him let alone break him.
You started going down on his dick, the combined cum making it an easy slide, an easy fit for you. With no shame at all you rolled your hips up and down, each time going all the way down to the base and up to the very tip, your pussy tight and widening up for him every time.
"Missed this. Missed the feeling of you inside of me." You managed to say, although every word was interrupted with a moan or a wet slippery sound.
Izuku tilted his head back in pleasure, "Hm, missed you too. Missed how your pussy feels. How you sound. How you move on top of me. How perfect you are on my cock." His cock was twitching, pulsing, his own composure slipping away with every roll of your hips.
How did you go weeks without his cock making you feel so good? Doesn't matter you had it now, you needed it now, you needed his cum now. You have pills for this exact reason after all. When both of you get too horny for him to pull out.
"Come. Come Izuku. Need your cum inside me, now, please, please, please!" This was your pussy talking more then your head but when you had the tip of his cock so deep inside you every time you didn't even want to think about anything else then him blowing his load inside of you right this damn second.
Neither did he apparently. Izuku gripped you tight, held you down against him while he kept hammering his hips upwards, his thick seed shooting inside you in quick bursts, each thrust feeling like it was triggering your orgasm over and over but not letting you come. He must have noticed you struggling because the next thing you knew his thumb was on your clit, rolling and pushing quickly in the exact pace of his thrusts.
"Izuku! Mmn!" Your back snapped in an arch as your orgasm crashed over you, flowing into his own. Moments later your shaky body fell onto his equally heaving one. "Fuck. Oh my fucking god. You're still going."
That made him chuckle and made his cock twitch with pride, still filling you up despite him being still. "Yeah well I had a lot stored up. Mind if we stay like this for a bit?"
You shook your head, "I was about to ask you the same thing. I'm sorry for ignoring you."
"I'm sorry for not saying anything before." He kissed the side of your cheek, his soft, fluffy hair tickling the side of your face. "Guess we both need punishments." That got your pussy clenching all over again. Right. His damn stamina, of course.
"Dummy." You kissed him with everything you had, smiling into the kiss. A smile which he gladly returned as you got ready for the second but certainly not the last round of the evening.
You didn't finish work on time but both of you finished very happily many times that night.
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The Taste of Shame (6)
[ dom!modern • Aemond x friend sister • female ]
[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, remorse, feeling of shame, doubts and discomfort regarding sex work ]
[ description: Aemond works as a professional dom, fulfilling the various fantasies of his female clients - however, he guards his privacy and does not enter into any relationships with them, recognizing that he does not want or need it. It turns out that what he wants and what he doesn’t no longer matter when he meets his friend’s younger sister for the first time. Slow burn, sexual tension, doubts related to sex work. ]
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After that rather unexpected and intense intimacy, which had little to do with what he had been doing up to that point, and finding that he enjoyed it, he opened up far more to her touch and decided that her closeness did not frustrate him.
She was tender and sweet, the touch of her hands always full of understanding, respect and care, giving him the feeling that she wanted nothing more than his affection. They stopped talking about any rules and just started fucking how and where they wanted.
He found to his surprise that this was no less exciting than what he had been doing so far, because he never knew which way it would go, one time completely dominating her, making her quiver beneath him with pleasure, the other letting her ride him, looking at her beautiful, soft body.
Often she would do it in such a way that he felt like he was going to die of arousal, leaning over his face, riding him painfully slowly up and down, squeezing him delightfully, making his cock twitch inside her, his hips responding to her movements with desperate thrusts.
"− fuck, baby − have mercy −" He muttered in between tender, warm kisses with which she peppered him with her every move, teasing his lips with hers, panting in her throat with delight.
Usually, in fact, she was showing him mercy by speeding up, letting him thrust into her harder, his fingers tightening on the soft skin of her hips as he rooted into her with his throbbing, swollen cock, a weak, involuntary gasp of relief escaping his lips.
"− f-fuck − fuck, don't stop, keep going, keep going −" He panted as he felt the tension in his lower abdomen reach its peak, their bodies fighting each other trying to rip each other's fulfilment, hitting each other with the sticky slap of her moisture, her hands resting on his chest allowing her to keep her balance.
"− mhfmm − A-Aemond −" She mumbled with difficulty, all heated up from the exertion, driving him mad − he felt that a few more thrusts and he wouldn't last, her walls throbbed against him like crazy, making him put more brutal force into his stabs from which she moaned loudly.
"− let me all the way in − that's it − what a fucking view − oh, fuck-fuck-ugh −" He muttered and felt himself involuntarily overwhelmed with blissful fulfilment, his cum spurting out inside her, only a part of his mind registered her sobs and the intense orgasm that shook her body before she fell powerless on top of him.
Afterwards they lay usually in silence, stroking their naked bodies, calming their breaths with their eyes closed.
He felt peace, fulfilment and contentment.
Nevertheless, one day she knocked him completely off his feet with a question that she must apparently have been stewing about for a long time.
"Did you work here, in your house?" She asked uncertainly without looking at him, sipping the tea he had just made her along with his coffee, which was steaming in a mug on the table in front of him.
He threw her a surprised, horrified look, licking his lower lip quickly, his heart pounding like mad, feeling uncomfortable being forced to talk to her about it.
He wanted to appear before her as a mature, determined man who knew what he wanted, with whom it was possible to form a real relationship.
He swallowed loudly and shook his head quickly.
"N-no. Of course not." He muttered taking a quick sip of his coffee without looking at her, trying to hide the trembling of his hands.
"So…where?" She continued, and he pressed his lips together, impatient, not understanding why she wanted to know about it, what it had to do with them.
"Why are you interested in this? I've already told you, since we started writing to each other I haven't dated other women."
She looked at him surprised − he could see the horror in her gaze at the fact that she had provoked an unintended reaction from him.
"I know, no, that's not what I meant. I, it's just…you know, we talked about how we could do it again sometime if you wanted to…if you missed it." She muttered in embarrassment, her cheeks red. He looked at her with his eyes wide open feeling a tightness in his throat.
"Stop it. You don't have to do this. You're not my plaything to fulfil my whims. Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I find that…" He stammered, breathing hard, looking at the almost black liquid in his cup, wondering how he should put it into words.
"When it came to sex with strange women, I felt nothing towards them, so the harsh domination and humiliation gave me a sense of power and a reason to be aroused. But towards you I feel a lot. So much that I find it hard sometimes. To love someone so much." He said as if ashamed that his feelings for her were so total to him that he could no longer imagine that they would stop talking to each other.
It wasn't even about sex anymore.
When he woke up in the morning to see that she wasn't lying next to him, not feeling the touch of her soft hand on his cheek he was consumed by an overwhelming sadness and discomfort, as if someone had stripped him of a part of himself.
"I'm not even sure I'd be able to do to you what I did to them, and even if you wanted me to I think I'd feel bad about it myself. Fuck, some of them I had to check their pulse because I thought I killed them." He mumbled hiding his face in his hands, feeling like a nobody, a cruel man who likes to take it out on someone else.
"I like it when sometimes…you know, when you frustrate me, to slap you on the butt or make you beg me to cum inside you, when you feel so good that you just babble that you need me, it turns me on a lot, that feeling that you want me so much that you can barely catch your breath." He said in a breaking voice, breathing hard, holding his face in his hands, trying not to burst into sobs.
"But I don't want to take you there. I don't think I want to go back there at all anymore, even though I'll have to take everything from there and just sell it. I realised it wasn't my fetish, it was just a way to get out and make easy money, nothing more. What that professor of yours said then in the lecture broke me down. Do I love it, can't I live without it? Do I fucking want to do this for the rest of my life, or is it my fucking passion? My passion is quantum physics, for fuck's sake!" He said stretching his hands out in front of him, as if he was explaining something not to her but to himself, as if he had just realised what he was actually thinking about all this.
"If my mother found out about this she wouldn't be able to look me in the face. I don't know how you're able to do this and, I don't know, touch me, sleep with me and you're not fucking disgusted with me, you're not afraid of getting infected with something from a worthless piece of shit like me." He mumbled in a trembling voice feeling tears of helplessness running down his cheek − he ran his hand over his mouth, feeling empty and exposed, feeling like his existence made no sense at all.
He dared to glance at her and saw that she was looking at him in disbelief, her lips trembling and tightened, her eyebrows arched in pain, her cheeks red from tears.
"I love you." She said it so warmly and lightly that he shook his head and laughed, unable to let go of the idea that she was serious. He covered his face with his hand, trying to catch his breath.
"Stop it. Don't take pity on me."
"I love you. I love you so much that I feel like my heart is simply going to burst, too filled with you, with no room for anything else. You're right, it's overwhelming." She whispered and gave him a warm, sweet smile, tears of helplessness flowed down her face.
He looked at her in disbelief, his body trembling despite trying to control himself.
"− please − please, just fucking hug me −" He choked out pleadingly, and a moment later she was already in his arms − she sat on his lap embracing him tightly, letting him snuggle into her breasts, both of them crying, her lips placing quick, tender kisses on his head.
"− I love you − I'm here − I'm only yours − everything will be alright −" She whispered, and he believed her. He sobbed out loud, feeling everything he felt and feared along with his tears finally leave his body, purifying him, giving him a source of meaning again.
If she was by his side, he would have the strength to start all over again.
He rubbed against her, feeling a pleasant throbbing in his sweatpants through contact with her warm body, heard her sigh softly, her hips began to respond to his movements, his hands slipped under her dress and clenched on her bare, firm buttocks.
He began to pant loudly, clenching his eyes shut, pressing his face into her soft, fruit scented shower gel skin, his lips brushed her neck again and again − he felt her lean back with a quiet, sweet moan, giving him better access as she rocked her hips, teasing him.
"− please −" He mumbled in a trembling voice and he didn't need to say anything more − her hands reached into the tying of his black sweatpants and slipped them down a little, revealing what was underneath, his hard, pulsating erection enveloped in the cool air.
She guided gently the tip of his cock between her thighs, using her other hand to push aside the material of her underwear, sinking down on him slowly, letting him in between her hot, wet, fleshy muscles − they both sighed in pleasure, their fingers tightening on each other's bodies.
He felt that he needed to have her close, that he needed her tenderness.
"− hug me − make love to me −" He whispered pleadingly, feeling a tightness in his throat at his words and a desperation to feel it, to finally experience what it meant to make love, not to chase only sensations, to do it out of a need for the closeness of another person.
"− it's okay −" She whispered tenderly, kissing his hair − each time she sank his length into her hot, pulsing body, he couldn't stop the quiet, helpless moans of pleasure.
He felt himself finally letting go completely and relaxing, his cock twitching inside her feeling her slick walls squeezing him wonderfully.
He ran his tongue over her neck, responding to her slow movements with impatient, desperate thrusts from which she cried out loudly, clasping her hands in his hair − he slammed his cock into her sucking her skin, leaving pink bruises on it, a sign that she was only his.
"− ah! − Aemond −" She whimpered and hissed, feeling him do it again and again, probably worried that she wouldn't be able to cover it in any way.
He grabbed her hair and lifted her head, finding her lips with his in a wet, desperate, hot kiss, sticky with their saliva, her moist skin clinging to his with a sweet sigh, the tips of their tongues meeting halfway.
"− so good to me − so kind − I feel so safe in your arms −" She whispered tenderly between one loud kiss and the next, he stifled his low moan in her throat, speeding up his pace, his thick cock thrusting into her faster and faster with the lewd click of her wetness.
"− mghm −" He mumbled into her mouth, feeling his head go completely blank, focusing only on her movements, on his cock stretching her tight, throbbing core again and again, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen become unbearable, that he wouldn't last long.
"− fuck, I − baby, please −" He babbled in despair, gripping his hands tighter on her back, begging in his mind for her to finally come.
"− it's okay, let go − let go, fill me −" She hummed tenderly; he whimpered loudly at her words and just came, parting his lips, hugging his face to her neck, feeling his cock throbbing like a crazy, spilling his seed deep inside her.
"− I'm sorry −" He muttered embarrassed and ashamed, his face red from tears and exertion − he panted rocking his hips inside her for a moment longer, prolonging his pleasure, thinking only of the fact that he had failed to satisfy her needs, that he had made a fool of himself.
His hand immediately slid between her thighs, wanting to finish what he had started, but she grabbed his wrist and shook her head.
"− don't you want to? −" He asked in a trembling voice wrinkling his brow, feeling rejected, his throat tightened so hard that he had trouble catching his breath.
"− I want to stay like this with you − I want this to be a time just for you − if you want, you can take care of me before we go to bed −" She cooed hugging him tighter to her, kissing his hair tenderly before sinking her face into it. He breathed quietly, thinking of her words, cuddling his face into her neck, feeling protected and cared for.
He felt safe.
He sighed quietly, only now feeling that he was trembling all over, one of her hands stroking his head, the other trailing down his back, her touch soothing, full of peace.
"− it's okay − it's okay −"
He closed his eyes and thought he could fall asleep in this position − he drifted off for a moment, concentrating only on her touch, her scent, the warmth beaming from her body.
It all seemed so longed for to him, so good.
The next day he visited her house for the first time as her boyfriend.
Robert was in complete shock.
At first he was furious, asking how long it had been going on, how he could have kept quiet for so long seeing him every day in class. His younger sister defended him by saying that she herself had asked him to be discreet, that they themselves hadn't known for a long time what was going to happen, that they had started writing to each other after his birthday.
When Robert had cooled down a bit and realised that it was something serious he let it go, although he hardly spoke to him for the next week, unable to accept that his mate was sleeping with his younger sister.
He wasn't surprised and waited patiently for him to get over it.
When, after one of his classes, he approached his quantum physics professor and asked him if there was a possibility that he could apply for a place as his assistant after graduation he replied that they had no vacancies at the moment. However, he suggested something else.
"He told me to stay at the university for my PhD. That he would give me an opinion and recommend me to the university council, that I am one of his best students and that I will be eligible to apply for a research scholarship. That he would help me submit my papers." He said with slight excitement, fiddling with the cap of his beer, sitting on the sofa with the bottle in his hand, curious about her reaction.
She opened her beer with a loud clink and looked at him with big eyes, coming closer and sitting down next to him.
"Really?! Aemond, that's wonderful! Would you like to do that? Do you think it would make you happy, that you would be fulfilled in it?" She asked hopefully, and he swallowed loudly, taking a loud sip of beer from his bottle.
"I like calculations. I like mathematical formulas, I like logic. I like getting to the bottom of a problem, to the solutions. It calms me down. I think I'd like to try it." He said softly and she hugged him tightly, kissing his scarred cheek, saying how proud she was of him, that they should order something to eat and celebrate this fantastic information.
Though the shame he felt when he remembered what he'd done, looking at her peaceful, sleeping face when he woke up in the morning still squeezed his heart and throat, spending his sleep, it was better.
It was better every day.
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H-L ( Part 2)
Content : Rengoku X Fem Reader X Uzui. NSFW one shots.
A-Z prompts, part 1~
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Rengoku grooms himself well, a neat patch of hair on his abdomen that matches the red and yellow pattern of the hair on his head. It made him a bit flustered the first time you saw it, your eyes widening as you didn't realize you were just staring at this man's dick. Uzui is completely clean shaven, not a hair on his body as he finds it more comfortable and gets to show off his physique more flamboyantly.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
The intimate moments while you're getting you back blown out by two amazing men always made your head spin more so than their thick cocks splitting you open. Rengoku is very romantic and it came as no surprise to you. Even when he's rough with you, pulling the leash of your collar and lightly choking you as his hips continue to piston into your pussy from behind, he manages to keep the romance going. "Oh, angel~ You're my perfect wife~ How did I get so lucky, hmm?" Definitely more of a kisser, his lips on you as much as possible. He loves kissing your lips of course, his favorite thing to do as you fuck, swallowing down the moans and whines he gets out of you. But as he kisses you, Uzui is also working hard to distract you away from Rengoku, pulling your chin away from the flame Hashira so he can take them instead. The romantic aspect of your time with Uzui depends on his mood. One moment he's peppering your face with kisses as he makes love to you and the next second he's pistoning his cock into you like a mad man, growling degrading filth. Uzui is either at a zero or a hundred and there's no in between. It sometimes gives you whiplash on how last night he was so sweet and intimate with you that it almost made you cry but tonight, he's got you in a mating press, a blindfold over your eyes and a gag in your mouth as he pounds your pussy, growling as he fucks you into next week.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
With his numerous partners, Uzui sometimes forgets how enjoyable it is to jerk off. He'd always prefer to sleep with you or his wives but in cases where he's alone, out on missions, or sometimes even when there's free time while lounging around in an inn, he'll whip his cock out and start pumping. To help him along, he has four pictures, one for each of his partners in very sexy positions- yours in particular was of you on the bed, looking into the camera lens as it captured Uzui's cum dripping out of your pussy, hickies and bite marks littering your beautiful skin. He'd hold the photo with one hand while he jerked himself off with the other, working his fat cock as he pumped up and down, his mind wandering and thinking of all the filthy, nasty things he was going to do to you once whatever mission he was on was completed. He's definitely a man who buys erotica, a man of culture who appreciates the work that goes into writing a steamy piece of fiction and he has absolutely jerked his cock while he reads, picturing himself and you undertaking the sexual acts described within the pages. Depending on how pent up he is and what materials he uses to help him along, he'll either cum in minutes or it takes an hour- but either way- he's having a good time.
Rengoku didn't understand the point of masturbating. If he had a lover and they had an active sexlife- why waste his seed on his hand when he can instead pump it deep inside of them? But his viewpoint changed when he met you. All three of you being high profiled demon slayers meant many missions and nights without each other which made the man finally understand the desperation to feel pleasure.
Rengoku, at one point, got so desperate for release that he didn't even make it to the inn. He saw a glimpse of you and your team rushing to another destination to slay demons, passing through the area that he just finished cleaning up. The two of you made eye contact, the first time seeing each other in two weeks and immediately, he felt his cock throb with need. It didn't help that you had subtly separated from your team secretly to quickly run upto him to give him a kiss before running back to your team, a peck that barely lasted a second and that made his desire for you to grow tenfold. It took everything within him to not simply grab you and take you to bed- his responsibility as a demon slayer stopping him from keeping you be his side. Once you were gone- and he is ashamed of this- he found a dark corner in an alleyway and jerked himself off, biting the collar of his uniform to keep his grunts and moans of your name from escaping his lips. Just something about seeing your beautiful face and perfect body and feeling your soft lips pressed against his made his cock instantly harden. Fisting his cock, he keeps his senses sharp to make sure no one would walk in on him furiously jerking off, Rengoku trying his best to imitate your movements as he closed his eyes, picturing you jerking his cock instead. Post nut clarity hit him hard when he was cleaning his cum off the walls, a deep blush on his face as he got embarrassed, but he just couldn't help himself.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Rengoku has a breeding kink because of course he does. He strives to one day have a wonderful family with a beautiful wife and an army of healthy, happy children. He can't wait for the day he becomes a father and of course, raise his children along with their stunning mother. He tries to push down this side of him as you two aren't married (yet) but one time he accidentally came inside you and the image of his cum dripping out of your pussy pushed him over the edge. Now, he doesn't care. He just can't have sex with you without dumping load after load into your pussy. He'll sometimes overstimulate himself, refusing to stop until his cock is weeping for a break, balls drained of every drop as he floods your womb with his seed. His favorite position is the mating press and fucking you from behind. Anything that can get his cock deep inside you to fill you up will always be his go to position. Legs pressed against you ear as he fucks into you vigorously, balls slapping against your pussy or with you face down, ass up, Rengoku having a bruising grip on your hips as he pounds you from behind, your ass jiggling with every thrust- nothing can beat it. He'll whisper the most wholesome things into your ear while having filthy, filthy sex, the contrast of the two giving you whiplash. "I can't wait to start a family with you!" he'll say as he pushes your face against the mattress, muffling your moans as he pounds you from behind. "I want a baby girl that looks like you~" he'd grown into your ear as he takes you against the wall, his cum dripping out of your pussy and onto the floor. "I want to make you a Mommy- make me a Daddy- just marry me already!" he'd say as he pistons his cock into you, hands pushing the back of your knees harder, folding you in half as he aimed to dump another load inside you. You get the idea.
Uzui loves making you cry. Tears of frustration prickling your face turns him on to no end. His favorite way to break you down is by overstimulating you or edging you. Over stimulation tends to occur fairly often thanks to his and Rengoku's high sex drive- they end up leaving you a fucked out mess, body trembling and pussy twitching from how many orgasms you experienced. But he edges you on the days you're particularly naughty and bratty. He punishes you by taking you right to the edge before pulling you away, ruining orgasm after orgasm until you're begging him, apologizing for being naughty with tears in your eyes, pussy a bright red from how many time's he's spanked it to ruin your climax. If he feels like you've learned your lesson, he'll lie you down and eat your pussy out, his hot and talented tongue finally making you orgasm. If he isn't feeling very nice, he isn't above leaving you without any release for the whole night, the sight of you sobbing and pathetic stored in his brain forever, to be used as fuel for future jack off sessions.
He also has a size kink because of course he does. A tall, muscular hunk of a man- he loves how tiny you are compared to him. He could cum in his pants with just the image of manhandling you into whatever position he wants with one hand, always towering over you, his body keeping you at his mercy. He also has a breeding kink (although not as intense as Rengoku's) and he loves it when he cums too much and his seed seeps between the gaps of his cock plugging your pussy, dripping down your body.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
For Rengoku, even though it's quite boring, it is the bedroom. Nothing beats being with his lover in the privacy of his own room, surrounded by four walls with nothing to distract them as he takes you. It's simple, but effective and gives him all the freedom to go all night long without any interruptions.
Uzui is an equal opportunity slut and so, his favorite place to have sex is anywhere at anytime. In a bedroom? The perfect place to take your time and make sweet, passionate love. In the forest? What better place to breed you like an animal than to be surrounded by mother nature. Hot springs? It washes away the juices while your having sex- very efficient he'd say. In an alleyway minutes before you need to leave for a mission? Makes it all the more exciting!
You get the idea~
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Love the ‘fucking the fussy out of you’ concept when readers just so pent up, she is accidentally snappy, but she wants to be good. Hormones are not on her side.
Mafia!Eddie would be confused because she never has an attitude unwarranted. He has a keen eye and ear, so he figures out what she needs pretty quickly. “That’s it, kitten? Needed it so bad?”
Older!Eddie is even more confused because Ness is so understanding and patient. It takes a few big hints until he realizes what’s got her riled up. Instead of the typical where she’s on top, he fucks her doggystyle and definitely plays with her ass. “Fucking hell, bunny, drippin’ onto the sheets. Might just have to fuck your ass with it.”
Rockstar!Eddie is used to this with Nepo Baby’s feistiness, but usually he’s a bit mean. When she’s like this, it means he keeps himself in check, but still rough enough until she falls apart. “There’s my sweet girl, gonna listen to me now? I’ll make you feel good, baby.”
Cowboy!Eddie is aggravated at first because the snapping usually ends you over his knee, but he is good with body language. (He deals with animals and has a good sense of emotion through it) He gives you a few smacks, but takes care of you, “Firin’ me up, girlie, know better than that. Ask when ya need somethin’, especially when it involves this cute little cunt.”
Dom!Eddie is well versed in this, but is similar to Rockstar and Cowboy where he has to reign it in because you’re feeling a bit more emotional than normal. He’ll bend you over all over his apartment until he’s carrying you, “Give me so much lip until my cocks inside you, hm?”
I'm drooling non holy shit. you guys are about to make me start another writing challenge bc yes!!! this!!!!
mafia!eddie is the ultimate gentle daddy dom so once he realizes that you're just needing a good, kinda mean fucking, he's gonna give you that gladly. probably has you pulled up and fucking your kinda mean and nasty, but saying sweet things in your ear that gets you swimming with excitement. "you're just needed daddy to give you extra attention today didn't you? not your fault you've been so mean, daddy wasn't doing a good job taking care of you."
older!eddie is like ???? bc he's so used to gina being horrible like this and usually it meant she was about to tear him apart... not wanting him to fuck her lol. not that it's ever on that level but ya know. he'd fuck her for hours, pulling as many orgasms as he could outta her. def toy with her ass, rotate between eating her pussy and ass, then fucking them until she's a mess.
rockstar!eddie is soooo used to this, but when she gets huffy and whiny instead of actually mean, he knows that means she needs the attitude fucked right out of her. usually means she wants him to be sorta sweet but mostly nasty. he fucks her in her fave position (tho she would never ever ever admit it was) which is her laying on her tummy, pillows under her hips, and he's on top. she loves the intimacy of it, and how he can fuck her so deep and rough but also kiss her and coddle her, pull her hair and then suck hickies into her neck. she just needs the intimacy and a little meanness lol.
cowboy!eddie would be confused because when his sweet girl is actually mad at him, she'll avoid him, but when she needs a good, mean, "get that attitude right outta ya" fucking, she follows him around like a little lost puppy, griping and snapping the whole way. "you got somethin' to say to me, girlie?" he'd throw down the hay, and on his hips glaring at her. she'd clench and huff, and he'd catch it knowing exactlyyyy what she needs. he'd only spank her a little (enough to make her feel good and warm up more than anything) then he's fucking her nasty, bent over gripping the fence while she's flooding the ground beneath them.
dom!eddie is so used to his little brat and that's usually what she does. she's so mean so that he'll fuck her mean (even though she just has to ask). sometimes he'll take it as a challenge to punish her and break her, but on days when she's needy and mean, he knows she just needs the attitude fucked out of her. spanks her over his knee, lets her grind away on his thigh and doesn't get mad when she cums on him. fucks her filthy, pounds her pussy doggy style and has a plug in her ass that he toys with while she's ass up, drooling mindlessly into the mattress.
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Hi, im very sorry if this has already been answered or established somewhere else but im curious, with your Kazumaji stuff, around what time did they start dating (i.e. after the events of Yakuza 0 and all that) and how?
tbh, I dunno!
I don't really have an established date for that cuz sometimes I'm like man they'd be really cute during y0 and then other times I set it between post y0 and the beginning of y1. The latest they would start me thinks is some months after the events of y1 but in general it sorta depends on how I'm feeling and what silly scenarios play in my head
ideas under the cut tho 👀
if we're talking y0: I like to think Kiryu has to go to Sotenbori for some reason, be it business or he's there with Nishiki for some partying. he sees Majima at the Grand being depressed and is like "damn girl those bags under your eyes makes my dick go *boing sound effect*" and asks him out 🥺 Kiryu gets rejected immediately cuz Majima's in this cycle of 'I deserve nothing but pain and suffering' but Kiryu can't read the room so he is persistently showing up at the Grand despite Majima very obviously wanting to kick his ass. eventually he relents and goes on cute™ dates with Kiryu and realizes oof maybe human intimacy be kinda gucci
if between y0 and y1: Majima's fresh in his mad dog era starting shit with people just to be annoying and Kiryu's one of his targets mainly due to the events of y0. he's kinda like "lol this goober really did some important plot stuff, huh?" and his curiosity gets the better of him because Kiryu is an enigma who eats bugs and Majima cannot suppress his need to get some sense of understanding on this weirdo. in this timeline, it's more one-sided affection from Majima that comes in the form of stabbing while Kiryu is desperately trying to fight the gay allegations and failing. eventually he caves but it's a sorta unofficial, on and off thing that Kiryu doesn't really know how to evaluate for himself. Majima doesn't really care what they are since he's high on life atm and has a cute dude with big boobs on his arm
if during y1: literally just everything Majima Everywhere. Goromi. GOROMI 😩💦 Kiryu is all: I LIKE PUSSY but everyone's like okay big man then why's Majima pole dancing for you huh. the two braincells he has start to click and he realizes maybe Majima wants to hold hands or something unthinkable like that. ngl I like to think Kiryu's thing for Yumi is like a demisexual bi thing where he's like, I do love her but she don't zap my brain quite like the bowlcut freak who knows how to punch me real good and it becomes sorta his personal introspective journey during this time. Majima is also floating in the space of am I doing this for his benefit cuz "training" or am I falling for this dork. he's pretty sad about it cuz of the Saejima reminder vibes but eventually Kiryu falls into his own person that Majima really meshes with and the two of them struggle to actually voice how they feel all the while their pants are down in some dirty alley
if after y1: (going to insert shit from a fic I'm working on) Kiryu's absolutely devastated with what happened in the Millennium Tower + now having to take care of Haruka that he's shut himself off from everyone and everything other than doing the bare minimum to live. in comes Majima being a menace like yo you can't like, let a child parent herself you gotta get outta this slump and Kiryu's all fuck you stop breaking into my house. so it's a long pain in the ass process to help Kiryu deal with his grief while Majima keeps unintentionally making googoo eyes at him and both of them are like boy I sure hope this doesn't awaken anything within me. there's also a lotta dadjima stuff going on and Kiryu's like wowie zowie so you do have a heart and Majima's like no way loser while being just 😳👉👈
#apologies for the way I write sometimes I like to put out total garble because it makes my heart go thumpa thump#god I love them I LOVE THEM#THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER ON A LEVEL BEYOND THAT OF FLESH AND BLOOD AND IT HURTS KNOWING THEY DO#THAT THEY BOTH SUFFER AND THEY FEEL THAT IT'S BEST TO BE ALONE RATHER THAN BRING SOMEONE ELSE ON THE RIDE#BUT THAT RIDE BRINGS THEM BOTH TO THE SAME DESTINATION THAT THEY ARE BOTH BROKEN MEN HAUNTED BY THINGS THEY DID—THINGS THEY COULD HAVE DONE#BUT MAYBE THERE'S HOPE IN HAVING SOMEONE TO LIVE FOR—SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THE STRUGGLE OF REDEMPTION DESPITE ONE'S NATURE#TO LIFT EACH OTHER FROM THE DEPTHS OF SELF LOATHING BECAUSE THEY CAN DO BETTER#then I'm tranquilized and shoved back into my cage for relocation#kazumaji#kiryu kazuma#majima goro#my hcs
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The Forgotten One Chapter Five: Not Like the Movies
Series Masterlist
A/n: This is what I imagine Ben to look like because I think Martin Bobb-Semple is beautiful but he can really look like whatever you want, I’m not really going to be descriptive with his appearance.
Things were tense after that night. Jack went back to work at the office and he would be home for maybe an hour before you went to sleep so there wasn’t much time to talk about what had happened. And maybe that was for the best.
You caught him in the living room one morning and he gave you the same spiel he gave you a few days before about things taking time and usually the reassurance would be nice but you didn’t want to live half a life, constantly waiting for something that clearly wasn’t going to come.
“I need you to be honest with me and yourself for a second,” you began with a sigh. “You’ve been preaching up and down about patience and I applaud you for being understanding but my god Jack, I know you miss the intimacy. You are living with someone who sees you as a distant friend at best. I know that shit must feel awful.”
Jack bites the inside of his cheek and some part of you knows you’re starting to hit a nerve. You didn’t necessarily want to fight but you also didn’t want to keep dancing around the elephant in the room. “Okay fine. It's hard for me too but I don't want to make you feel bad or like you’re not enough.”
His answer brings you no satisfaction. “Jackman, just be honest with me. I’m actually asking you, I can’t just keep walking around on eggshells waiting for you to explode. Just tell me how you feel, please.” You beg.
“Fine, you wanna know how the fuck I feel?” He blew out a breath and ran a hand over his face. “I feel alone. I feel like I was in a coma for two days and then I spent the next few days begging you not to die. But I feel like you did anyway because the person that woke up is not my girlfriend. The person I knew fought for what she wanted and never ever gave up. But you? You’re a fucking quitter and if you’re done with me then what are we even doing?” He used his forearm to dry the tears forming and got up from his seat.
“I have to go to work. I’ll see you when I get home.”
You sat on the couch motionless for the next two hours.
The knock on the door brought you out of your trance. “Ben? What are you doing here?
“Um well, Mr. Harlow—Jack, he told me to call him Jack. Anyway, he asked me to come check on you and even gave me an extended lunch break so I brought us some food. Can I come in?”
Of course. Even when Jack was mad at you he still had to make sure you were okay and it made you feel even more like a monster. But instead of dwelling on things you couldn’t control, you focused your energy on the food, and the man, in front of you. Ben made you forget about the reality of your situation and it was nice to just laugh and be normal without any underlying pressure.
“I have no idea how to fit into this life that I’m supposed to be living. And I have no idea what happened to make me do it before.” You blurt out, feeling a weight leave your shoulders. “Did I seem…happy?”
Ben drops his fork and looks you in the eyes. “Honestly, yeah. You did. You seemed like you enjoyed your life and were proud to have come so far and you were a great person to work for. We talked a lot about life which is probably why Jack asked me to come here.”
You shook your head, still processing a million things at once. “Can I show you something?” Ben nods, following you up the stairs and into Jack’s room. He walked behind you as you opened the door to a massive closet, full of your clothes and shoes as well as accessories like purses and jewelry. It felt invasive but the look on your face told him that he needed to stay in here with you.
“I don’t recognize any of these clothes.” You cry, slightly worried about dehydration since you’d shed more tears than you could count this week. This had to be some sort of world record. “I’m afraid that the person I was before the accident was just a shell of my real self and maybe I lost myself along the way? Hell, I don’t even know anymore.” You finished with a scoff.
“Look, I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now but I do know one thing. Your old self was strong and brilliant and determined and that none of the material things were ever going to change that.”
You found yourself in his arms, the tears disappearing for a bit. “Thank you, I’m really glad you came over today.”
He gave your body a slight squeeze before letting you go. “I’m here for you anytime.”
When Jack came home that night, the tension in your body immediately returned. You ate dinner in silence once again this extended argument was weighing on both of you equally.
“We can’t keep living like this Jack. Something has to change.” You state plainly, trying to keep your voice even.
“I know,” he sighs. “I know. I just—where do we go from here? We went from walking on eggshells around each other to the dam breaking this morning and I don’t know what to do.”
You knew exactly what to do, it was just a matter of actually pulling the trigger and doing it. “I think I should move out. Started looking at places today when Ben left and I just think it’s for the best.” All Jack did was nod, with his head down towards his plate, so you continued. “I can’t do this anymore, I can’t bear to have you looking at me like I’m going to just break any second, it’s gonna cause you to break worrying about me all the time.”
He still doesn’t say anything so you get up from your seat and kneel down to meet his eyes, placing a hand on his leg. A fat tear falls onto the top of your hand and a piece of your heart falls down your esophagus.
“Jack,” you whisper, “please don’t cry.” Your bottom lip trembles and you knew this would be hard but seeing him break down in front of you made you sick. “We just need a complete fresh start, not this in between of trying to get to know each other while there are constant reminders of our very established life together. It’s too hard and it’s clearly not working.”
“Can you please look at me?” You ask, putting a hand on his damp cheek.
Jack’s eyes are still full of tears when he looks up, releasing out a deep,very shaky breath. “You’re right. I hate this but you’re…right. If you need anything from me you know I’ll help. You say jump, I say how high.” He laughs, without a hint of humor in his voice.
Three weeks later…
You were all settled in your new place and decided to give Jack some time to himself to come to terms with everything that was happening while you focused on your fresh start.
“If only life was so simple and all I had to worry about was robbing a grocery store and stumbling upon drug money then finding myself working for said drug dealers to pay the money back.” You said with a laugh as Cleo smacked your arm during your fifth episode of Good Girls that night. It was like the old days when you both had no plans on a Saturday night and could stuff your faces with cheap Chinese takeout without a care in the world.
Cleo paused the show and looked at you. “What’s going on with you and Ben?”
“What?” You laughed, “why would you ask me that?”
Two weeks earlier…
“You can put those over in that corner and I’ll deal with it later. Thank you so much for helping me move all this stuff.” You let him know as soon as he walks in without looking up from the coffee table you were building.
“Okay great. And where should I put these?” He holds up the bouquet of tulips in his hands.
You laugh softly, standing up to give him a hug. “Aww Ben, what are these for?” You beamed.
“Well…you said you felt like this place could use some flowers the other day so I figured these would do the trick.” He opened the box in the living room that said ‘glass’ and grabbed a vase out to place the flowers in.
He made you giddy in a way that scared you but made you want to be closer to him all at the same time. You just liked spending time with him and wanted to do it as much as you could. “I appreciate you for listening and thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful. Let me buy you dinner at least for all of your service.”
“Nah, you don’t have to do that. But if you insist…I could eat.” He laughed.
The two of you ate while watching Abbott Elementary and you didn’t even remember falling asleep. You just woke up in his arms the next morning with the sun up. Carefully moving out of his grasp, you checked your phone to see the time, it was 7am and he had to be at work at 9. You shook his arm gently until he woke up, rubbing his sleepy eyes and showing you all of his teeth again. Damn his smile was pretty.
“Can’t believe we fell asleep,” he yawns. “Time flies when you’re having fun I guess.”
“Yeah speaking of time,” you tap your wrist for emphasis, “you have to be at work in two hours.”
“Oh shit. You’re right. Thank you so much for dinner last night and the great company and…everything.”
You walked him out the door and gave him a hug goodbye, your faces inches away from each other as you pulled away, you almost kissed him but decided against it.
“It’s obvious that something is going on. You text him all the time, he helped move your stuff over here and you always have that guilty smile on your face when I mention him. Like you do right now.” She states, like the answer was blatantly obvious.
You could lie to yourself but you couldn’t lie to her. “I don’t know what’s happening. He makes me feel comfortable and I just—I relate to him more than I relate to Jack right now. And things are really complicated between us and talking to Ben is easy. And that’s what I need right now I think.”
Although she didn’t particularly like it, she understood where you were coming from and didn’t want to push. There was no way of possibly understanding what was going on in your mind and all she wanted to do, all she could do was be there for you as a supportive friend.
The next morning, you woke up to a voicemail from an unsaved number.
Hi y/n. You don’t know me but my name is Quinn Freeman. I hate to throw all of this at you but Jack and I were having an affair a few months ago. I am now 20 weeks along with no word from him. He won’t answer my calls or texts and you are my last resort. I’ve seen you on the news and I know this must be for you to handle and I’m so sorry to burden you with this but I don’t really have any other options. Again, you don’t have to call me back, you can delete this and never talk to me but I thought you should know the truth. If you do decide to call me back you can call this same number. Thank you.
What the fuck?
“Look, I don’t think you should jump to conclusions. You should just talk to him about it and see what he has to say.” Cleo tells you on the phone as you pace back and forth, burning holes in your apartment floor.
“Cleo, did you know?” You whisper, suddenly not trusting your voice.
There is an eerie silence on the other end of the line. “Did I know what?”
“Don’t fucking play with me. Did you know that Jack cheated?”
“You’re gonna have to talk to him babe. He has all the answers you’re looking for.” She sighs, telling you she loves you before wishing you luck and hanging up the phone.
You had to see Jack, as soon as possible.
To say that he was surprised to see you at his door at 11pm would be the understatement of the year considering the fact that you’d spoken maybe five times the last three weeks. He understood that you were giving him time to adjust to this new normal but he missed you, he missed having dinner with you and just getting a glimpse of you every day, even if he was mad. But now here you were, frantically knocking on the front door even when you had the code.
He rushed to open it and took one look at your face, immediately asking “what’s wrong?” You simply played the voicemail for him after he closed the door behind you.
“Care to explain?” You stated blankly, voice void of any tangible emotion.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Okay look, this isn’t how I wanted you to find out but just know that I—”
You held up your finger, urging him to stop speaking. “I’m not here for excuses. I’m here for the full story so please start from the beginning.”
His hands were shaking and he put his head in them, then ran his fingers through his curls and took a deep breath. That didn’t help at all from feeling like his heart was beating out of his fucking chest. “A few months before the accident, we had a fight. Worst one we’ve ever had and we agreed to take some time away and figure things out. I went out by myself one night, feeling really shitty about us and I hooked up with a woman named Quinn and made her sign an NDA the next morning. Never spoke to her again.”
He continues with another heavy sigh, “I didn’t want to put more distance between us but I didn’t see a world where we came to a mutual understanding. Quinn was there and things seemed the opposite of complicated and I just wanted to escape reality for a bit. And it was the worst fucking mistake I could’ve made and I’m so—”
“You don’t have to apologize to me, I’m not technically your girlfriend. I mean I am, but not the one that remembers enough to feel betrayed by this. I’m really just here to ask you what you’re going to do about this because it sounds to me like you’re going to be a father in five months. Do I call the girl back? Do I—”
“I’ll take care of Quinn.” He bites out, venom lacing his tone. “You don’t need to worry about that, you can even block her number.”
Jack looks at you like you just kicked him in the chest when you let out a soft laugh. “I’m sorry this is not funny, it’s just—this all makes so much sense now. You’ve been an absolute angel because you cheated and got a second chance to be the perfect guy, this is great! I’m letting you off the hook though, you don’t have to work so hard because I quite literally don’t remember enough to be mad at you. So you’re forgiven and good luck with fatherhood…or paying her off and doing whatever it is that rich people do when they don’t want to deal with the repercussions of their actions. Have a good night, Jack.”
As your Uber drove off the property, you knew you had one more stop to make. Before you got out of the car though, you had to decline a call from an unsaved number and blocked them. Hopefully all that drama was in the rear view mirror. With baited breath, you knocked on the door and Ben answered. You wrapped your arms around him and connected your lips instantly, an abundance of fireworks went off in your mind and shivers danced down your spine.
This is what love was supposed to feel like.
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♥ pairing: ace x afab!reader, no pronouns
♡ description: SMUT; He had never had sex with someone he loved. Everyone he brought back to the ship or went home with were flings; nameless bodies that he used and let use him for pleasure. But now he was with you; the person he loved more than anything.
♥ warnings/info: first time with ace (but not his or reader’s first time), pussydrunk!ace, creampie, overstimulation (m receiving), he calls you sweetheart :~), thank you to @lawscorazon for beta-ing 💖
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“Can you uh,” It was hard to think with you splayed on the sheets, bare and eyes pleading with him to do something. You were rubbing his cock along your wet folds which already had him on the edge. “Can you flip over?” The request took you by surprise and it must’ve shown on your face. He groaned and averted his eyes.
“It’s not that I don’t want to see you, I really do! You’re beautiful and your body is amazing but I…” He trailed off but you knew what he was going to say; seeing your face was too intimate for him for the first time together. Your hand left his cock and lightly grasped his shoulder to pull him into a soft kiss. You smiled as you pulled away to let him know you weren’t mad.
“It’s okay Ace, I understand.” Much to everyone’s surprise, it had taken you and Ace a long time to have sex. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to you; that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Plus it wasn’t like he was some blushing virgin who came in his pants at the thought of even fucking you; you and the entire crew had heard (and an unlucky few saw) how much experience he had. Even if he had sex a lot this was a first for him.
He had never had sex with someone he loved. Everyone he brought back to the ship or went home with were flings; nameless bodies that he used and let use him for pleasure. But now he was with you; the person he loved more than anything. It was hard to get used to the intimacy and emotion of it all. His own self esteem issues made it even harder and he had told you as much before you two got in bed. Throughout your entire relationship, you were understanding.
You never pressured him or guilted him into doing anything. When you two started getting more physical, you didn’t fuss when he stopped in the middle of it, unable to get out of his own head. You smiled through every night he ran off to the bathroom to deal with his erection. If he wanted to stay clothed or have the lights out while you fooled around, you never once complained; you complied with his every request with the same reassuring smile on your face. That’s why you were willing to get on your hands and knees for him.
Even the view of you from behind left him breathless. Your soaked core on full display, waiting to be fucked had him groaning and he was finally spurred into action. After a few tugs to his aching cock, he only paused for a moment before entering you. You both moaned at the feeling of him finally being inside you.
He draped himself over you, his head against your back and his fingers laced with yours on the bed. Every little noise he let out reached your ears and the close proximity made his warm breath hit your skin. You could just barely feel his lips against you with the delicate presses he left on your back between moans. It had only taken him moments before he was completely drunk off of you and the feeling of your pussy around his hard cock after wanting it for so long.
“So good sweetheart, so fucking,” He let out his loudest moan yet as he thrusted in again. “Good. You feel so good around me.” He stilled and took a second to truly relish the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock. Whines kept leaving his lips despite the fact that he wasn’t even moving. You felt something dripping onto your back then down your shoulder blade and realized it was his drool; he was so engrossed in pleasure he couldn’t even close his mouth.
You moved your hips back against him, letting him know you two weren’t done. He took the hint, even through his haze, and resumed rutting into you to bring you both to your peak. His cock inside you was better than you could have ever imagined; all those nights where you touched yourself to the thought of this exact moment were nothing compared to the real thing. You knew you probably wouldn’t last long but he was no better. He barely even made it a few more thrusts before he stilled his hips with his cock buried inside you and came. Warmth flooded your insides at the feeling of his cum shooting into you and the twitching of his cock against your walls. It didn’t stimulate you much but knowing he felt so good brought you pleasure.
It took him longer than usual to come back from his high and realize you still didn’t finish. Your high was beginning to fade but you didn’t want to pressure him into finishing you off. Rather than falling asleep like he wanted to, he refused to leave you unsatisfied. What was the point of sex if you didn’t cum too? You both had been wanting this for so long; there was no way he would let it end here. His shaky fingers found your clit and he didn’t hesitate to rub it quickly, desperate to bring you to your peak. Even though he came so hard, he began to slide his still-hard cock in and out of you again. He was sensitive but he made it his mission to make you feel as good as he did.
His actions caught you off guard; you didn’t expect him to keep fucking you. Sparks of pleasure shot through you again and your orgasm was steadily building up again. He was clearly overstimulated from the almost pained whimpers he let out as he thrusted into you. You tapped one of his hands that was digging into your hip to get his attention.
“It’s okay you don’t have to if you’re too sensitive.” You didn’t want him to strain himself for your sake, no matter how touched you were by the gesture. You were convinced he didn’t hear you until he whined out a response.
“Don’t care if it’s too much, want you so bad. Your pussy feels so fucking good, I can’t stop. I need it!” He was nearly incoherent at this point, mind far gone from all the sensations but he maintained his pace throughout his babbling.The combination of his cock rubbing against your walls and the friction on your clit made you reach your peak. Your walls fluttered around him causing him to let out a high pitched whine he would’ve been ashamed of had he not been so far gone. He finally slowed down before coming to a complete stop inside you. His breathing was shallow as he pulled out of you. His cum slowly dribbled out of your pussy and onto the sheets below. The sight was nearly enough for Ace to ram back inside you but he was far too sensitive to cum even if he was still hard.
You took a few moments to come down as well; your orgasm hit you hard too. You turned over slowly until your back was on the bed. One of your hands lazily reached out for him and he got the message, laying down with you on his side to face you. His face was red from the exertion and newfound intimacy. His breathing mellowed out as you two laid in silence and basked in the afterglow together. The calming silence was broken by him.
“I’ll clean you up in a second. I just need some time.” His cheeks became redder at his sheepish admission. You smiled, the same reassuring smile you’ve given him since you got together.
“It’s okay Ace.” You kissed his lips lightly and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “Take all the time you need.”
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hot take, Wilbur's response was fine. as for "making it about himself"? there's no fucking way that thousands of people get mad at him and he DOESN'T make a statement that is at least a little bit about himself. yes, maybe he could've taken more time to formulate a clearer response, but ultimately he DID take responsibility. ultimately he DID apologize.
now, as for the truth in what has been said by either party, we don't know shit for sure. we simply do not. I bet even most of the other streamers don't know shit for sure. that being said, as a person who was in a similarly abusive relationship, I actually believe both of them. this looks like a situation where they were both not communicating with each other, and now the result looks really awful.
Wilbur is taking accountability for the "slovenly" etc. behavior, and it sounds like he genuinely didn't understand how the biting things was hurting Shelby. I've seen at least a few people on here talking about "how do you see bruises on your partner and not realize what you're doing is abuse" – bruising can be a part of intimacy. BDSM practices are more common than you might think. if Wilbur thought it was consensual, then how can he be 100% at fault for Shelby's experience?
keep in mind, Wilbur could be lying in whole or in part. Shelby could be lying in whole or in part. but, taking everything that has been said outright at face value, Wilbur DID own up to what he did. his perspective is his perspective. Shelby's perspective is her perspective. both are real. both are valid.
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still thinking about grief and recovery and support on this show because oh boy did the shows airing this weekend put me in my dead parent feelings
i said before i was concerned about how porjai is dealing with her own grief, and this episode we saw her easily talking about rung, and even casually yelling to rung that she misses her! maybe this is me projecting, because i can't do that, but this seems like a pretty healthy place to be, especially contrasted with mhok's relative silence, and i'm glad!
and mhok's silence doesn't come from anger or resentment (which are valid ofc, but i did wonder if imprisonment gave him time to work through this to some degree) but out of protectiveness. i fucking loved this, because it felt so realistic and lived-in. i lost a parent to intimate partner violence, and i NEVER open up about it; people sure have Opinions, and it makes me insane
but day finding out about rung offscreen wasn't on my bingo card, tbh. because we've been with mhok through everything he's found out about day
it doesn't bother me, exactly, but it feels slightly unbalanced, and i suppose what i'm thinking is: knowing what happened to someone doesn't actually tell you how they feel about it, or how it affects them, or how you can support them
mhok found out from that lady sharing personal medical info she had no business sharing about day losing his eyesight in the accident, but he put in the work to understand what it actually meant for day. and in most cases, we've seen day telling mhok about what troubles him in his own words (his crush on auggy, why he was avoiding his friends, etc)
bereavement is probably statistically more common, so i suppose it may not need to be spelled out for an audience? but i am wary, because there have been so many shows where characters are visibly — to me! — struggling with grief and everything else matryoshka-ed in it, but audience reaction simply doesn't factor this in
i'm also thinking about how often mhok tells day a story about himself with the intent of making him smile ("i bought two bracelets just because i had money to spend" "i found this rooftop when i needed to sober up" "my sister called this false rice". i'm certain there are more!). because this is what a caretaker does, or because this is what mhok does, or both?
because this always made me wonder what it would take for mhok to talk about something that wouldn't make day smile, or because he wanted to share. in the former case, it'd have to be something pretty bad!
of course, talking isn't the only way to recovery or intimacy. and mhok going from "i'm breaking up with my devoted gf because i don't want to drag her down with me" to "i'm going to ask you to be my bf" is pretty significant!
but as they navigate the journey from being caretaker and client to being boyfies, the balance has to shift around a bit to them supporting each other, consciously choosing to be there for each other
in this episode what we got was: you only want money to buy that car. and i'm not even mad about this, because this kind of comment is very in line with day's character. but wow. day, i know you're feeling big feelings, but throwing one of the few things you know about mhok's life in his face is. not it!
#last twilight the series#i know this is a “trustworthy” director. and i will happily eat my words! but#it's always bothered me when couples fall into this pattern of ONE person doing the bulk of the supporting and caring and accommodating#and i am HOPING WISHING PRAYING this show doesn't do the same you know?#also like the imbalance makes sense if they're only caretaker and client of course! i'm just SO curious how this will be addressed#thinking a lot lately about characters society puts into a certain box because social status or because they're Manly or Tough or some shit#and there isn't a space for them to be soft and goofy and playful and tender. and people assume they don't need to be cared for#ten from cooking crush and babe from pit babe and top from only friends. for example.#and “there's zero tenderness in you” mhok#and i desperately want to see these characters get to be more than they're “allowed” to be#patriarchy is a curse#oh also i suspect mhok's “healing journey” will come to a head once he buys the car or whatever ends up happening there#ALSO GOD how many people would move the fuck out of that house afterward IF THEY HAVE THE MONEY TO DO SO#and maybe it doesn't feel like this for mhok and porjai but living in the same place afterward can be intensely suffocating#but they can't just move and start over like moneyed individuals might be able to!#recovery and healing simply looks different for the rich#anyway next ep will probably foreground mhok caring for day. and there are not many eps left!! i am wary but still fairly optimistic
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Naejunko
All of them
All
Of
Them
All the rainbow colors
Well maybe not the pink ones I'm to soft for that sexual stuff, accept the after care that is wholesome enough for me to ask!
I'm still gonna do Pink but I'll put a warning so you know when to skip it.
For context, there's gonna be a 'Canon' universe which is one where Makoto and Junko were in a relationship but the canon events did happen (as in Junko plunged the world into Despair and the Killing game still happened) and a Non-Despair universe which is basically UTDP and DRS.
This is under a Read More because holy fuck is this shit long
RED! Romantic Headcanons
A. What made them fall in love:For Junko it was the fact that no matter what she did, she couldn't break Makoto physically or mentally, he was unpredictable due to his luck and she couldn't crush his hope no matter how hard she tried, he was...different, entertaining, even though he was constantly annoyed by her and foiled her plans whenever he could he still cared about her, plus he was a constant source of Despair for her since she keep losing and losing to some "nobody", it was a lot of factors basically.
For Makoto is because of how she made him feel, he never got as mad to anyone as he ever had towards Junko, she always made him drag up all the anger he often kept inside of him which was...therapeutic in a way. She always made his life fun with trying to prevent her from causing problem and her trying to kill him. Plus he fpund out there's a glimmer of a good person inside so he wanted to see if he could drag it out of her...or just enjoy spending time with her as she was, he even found out stuff about himself he would have never found out if it wasn't for Junko.
Basically, their lives changed forever because of each other...for better or for worse in various ways.
B. First kiss:It happened one time after one teasing too many, Junko keep teasing Makoto about his crush on her and he was getting sick of it up til one point he decided "fuck it", grabbed Junko by the arms to pull her down and kiss her.
Junko never shut up about her being right and being so happy for her new boyfriend, but seeing her surprised face after the kiss made it worth it in Makoto's eyes.
C. Do they like physical intimacy (holding hands, cuddling, sex):Yes, a lot, it took a bit for Makoto to be comfortable with it (since he's still a little tsundere about it, Junko was all for it) but these two can not keep their hands off each other.
D. How affectionate are they with each other:They both have a "Hate-Love" kind of relationship (cause that's how they work) but even their insults at one point just felt like compliments the way they say it.
So yeah, they're very affectionate with each other, though Makoto still tries to reign it in a little, to...less than successful results.
E. What are their kisses like:Depends on the time and mood, often it's just a quick 'see you later' kiss, other times when Junko is super excited or happy she grabs him and kisses him by surprise, other times Makoto grabs her arms or tie to drag her down and kiss her.
F. Where do they like to kiss/be kissed:Aside from the lips, they like to kiss each other in the cheek or forehead.
G. Who said 'I love you' first:Junko was the first one to say it, she went into a big tirade about how annoying and disgusting he was for being so unkillable and so full of hope, then going on about how she loved these same traits, it culminated in her saying "I hate and love you so much!"
H. What is their reaction to 'I love you': Makoto couldn't for the life of him understand what she meant by that, he even thought this was an attempt to trick him or make him suffer despair, once he understood what she meant ans that it was genuine he felt...weird.
When Makoto told her he hated and loved her too Junko felt like the heavens, she was bouncing all over the place and was so happy she actually felt a tiny bit of hope and puked afterwards...she was still happy.
I. How often do they say 'I love you':Relatively often, Junko says it ore than Makoto.
J. What are their thoughts on PDA:They're a firm fan of this practice, they aren't afraid of doing it in public and screw anyone else who has a problem, even Makoto has no problem because Junko is always so happy about it.
K. What makes their heart race:For Junko, it's seeing Makoto just overcome anything people (including her) throw at him and keep going, it's seeing him trampling her plans she worked so hard for, it's seeing him be kind to her despite how she treats him (even if he wants to pretend he doesn't like her all that much).
In fact, in the 'canon' universe, she was happy when it was her time to go because both the immense despair she felt but seeing Makoto in all his glory, like a reminder of why she fell in love with him (and more despair because she threw it all away).
For Makoto it was often foiling her plans and avoiding whatever scheme she has to kill him, it's when he sees her motivated or happy about something because it means she's feeling happy and entertained, that she's not hurting herself with despair, although he does like to see her in occasional small despair because it means she's happy even if he doesn't like it.
L. Do they like to share their feelings:Yup, very much so...Ok Makoto is more tsundere about it because she often annoys him or makes him mad so he doesn't like to show her she's right...but he really fools nobody with this act.
M. How do they express love:Junko tends to climb to Makoto like a cat or jump into his arms when she feels excited and happy, often she hugs him out of nowhere and drags him by the hand when she wants to show him something...she also attempts to kill several times, because she knows she will fail no matter what she does.
Makoto is a bit more reserved when it comes to that, but he often just grabs her hand tight to reassure her he's there for her, he often gets her gift that he gets from the gashopon machines while making sure it's something she likes, he also doesn't throw her off him when she climbs to him and even carries her around when she does...he also foils her plans to give her that sweet despair of failure, even if he doesn't like it.
There's actually a multitude of ways they express their love, but these are a few of them.
ORANGE! Emotional Headcanons
A. How protective are they towards each other:Junko is more lax with Makoto's protection, but that's due to the fact they both know he can't die no matter what, a magical unicorn appearing out of nowhere is more likely that Makoto's luck ever running out, she still has some instances where she gets worried for his safety.
Makoto, on the other hand, is very protective of Junko. Because he knows she doesn't share his luck and that she has many enemies and people wanting to inflict payback on her, so he always looks out in case something seriously bad might happen to her.
B. What makes them excited:Their usual routine is exciting enough.
C. What makes them happy:Just spending time with each other and seeing the other happy is enough to get them happy, Makoto gets extra happy when Junko is having a good time without despair.
D. What makes them anxious:There's time Junko worries one of her plans is gonna be the one that succeeds on killing Makoto, Makoto is worried that Junko is gonna do something that's too far for him or that she might actually be hurt or even killed.
E. What makes them sad: When they can't spend time with each other, although not by much, Junko's despair obsession often gets Makoto sad because he knows she doesn't actually enjoy it all that much.
The events of the 'canon' universe is just a big sad event from both of them, Junko knows her plans effectively ruined any future they could have had and knows that Makoto is gonna hate her for real after this even if he survives and recovers his memories, she knows she'll never see him again after she dies and the only solace she has is that the Despair she'll suffer from this was gonna be amazing. Makoto is just utterly dissapointed and sad after what she did, not only did she throw the world into ruin, not only did she betray the entire relationship they created together, not only did she force their friends to kill each other...but she also died and he would never see her again, at that point while he was still the SHSL Hope he was never the same after that.
F. What makes them angry:Insulting Makoto is enough to get Junko angry, only she gets to do that! Also trying to deprive her from him.
The same is also true for Makoto, threatening, trying to hurt or actually hurting Junko is enough to get him pissed at you and try to throw hands no matter the result, he knows that on some level Junko does deserve some of the bad things that happen to her (he's not blind to the fact she's not a good person) but he doesn't care.
On another note, they quite often get made at each other, Makoto for the plans to cause Despair and her attempts at killing him and Junko gets mad at Makoto for foiling them, but it's part of their routine and they make up in record time.
G. What triggers them:I...had nothing to add here, sorry.
H. What makes them jealous:Junko often gets jealous of other girls Makoto is friends with, because she knows all of them are better people than her and probably better for Makoto a "normal girlfriend"
Makoto often gets jealous of guys that get close to Junko because he feels he's nothing special and Junko could be doing better.
But both of them at the end of the day knows they love each other and nobody else, that they have nothing to be jealous off.
I. Do they have bad temperament: Junko it's easy to get on her bad side (though never to the extent Makoto does in canon) and get pissed at you, she also gets annoyed at Makoto often for being....well, him.
Makoto is hard to get on his bad side (unless you're Junko, which she does with ease) but man if you're an actual evil piece of shit he will want to fucking beat you to the ground and even cuss at you, just ask Monokuma and Junko in canon, he will try to throw down even if he knows it will end badly for him.
J. Do they have self-control:Junko...not really when it comes to her despair obsession, though she knows when to reing it back a little, she also has self-control when it comes to Makoto when needed.
Makoto does have self-control, he often holds back his more mean comments to himself...though if you're evil that flies off the window, he also has self-control when it comes to Junko.
K. How do they comfort each other:They often held the other's hand when the other is upset or sad and stay as close as possible. Junko actually holds back on causing problems while Makoto sets up pranks on himself so he could make her laugh.
YELLOW! Mental Headcanons
A. Do they have insecurities:Pretty much what was mentioned on the jealous section.
B. Are they dependent on each other:Not really, they both are able to exist perfectly without the other...but their lives wouldn't be the same if it happened after they meet each other, they felt they...complete each other in a way.
C. How empathic are they towards each other:This one is a bit tricky to answer because they effectively embody the polar opposite of the other (Hope and Despair) so it's hard to feel empathetic to someone like that...but they manage.
D. What secrets would they never want each other to know:Makoto generally doesn't have any embarrassing secrets he wouldn't want her to know (aside from the wet the bed one), Junko often keeps her past under wraps and it takes a while for Makoto to find out her origins (and not an outlandish lie she tells him).
But for Junko in the 'canon' verse, the tragedy she orchestrated is something she doesn't want Makoto to know so he doesn't stop it until the right time...and eventually it's also because she knows he'll hate her.
E. How do they react to the other being vulnerable:They get surprised because it's not often the other is vulnerable but they handle it with as much care as possible...though Junko sometimes tries to take advantage of it to cause him despair, though it never works and she doesn't even bother to try hard (though even if she did try hard it wouldn't work).
F. What makes them worry about each other:Pretty much already explained above, Makoto often worries Junko's despair obsession will end badly for her (which it does in the 'canon' verse).
G. What do they find mentally attractive about each other:Junko finds Makoto's mental resilience as annoying as it is attractive, she also finds it attractive how smart he is and how good his memory is.
Makoto does find her smarts attractive, and while they cause him a headache, he also loves her "Multiple Personalities" just as much as her.
H. How do they make each other laugh:Junko once in a blue moon makes a joke that actually makes Makoto laugh, she actually tries to make Makoto laugh as much as possible.
Makoto is able to make Junko laugh simply by having a prank played on him.
I. How do they react on each other's emotions:I think it be redundant what I put here.
GREEN! Spiritual Headcanons
A. Do they have any fears?: Pretty much what I already elaborated before.
Through one primal fear Junko has is Makoto's luck running out and him dying or her finally breaking him, because then she'll have just broken Makoto like everything else she touch, it would mean Makoto wasn't the one, her other half, the unmovable object to her unstoppable force, that the one that countered her and was perfect for her died and never really existed to begin with, because there wouldn't be anyone else for her.
She's also afraid he will leave her behind like Mukuro did.
Makoto also has a profound fear of losing Junko because he knows his luck cannot protect her, he fears that something might happen to her and he would not be able to do something about it.
There's another fear he has in which he's afraid if Junko dropped her despair obsession and was 'healthier' she wouldn't be the woman he fell in love with, but shrugs it off and decides that if that ever happened he support her like always and care for her happiness.
B. Do they have any hopes?:Junko would kill you for saying that Honestly they just want to spend their lives together and that if there is an afterlife that they can spend it together too.
C. Do they believe in soulmates:Junko does, Makoto doesn't have an opinjon on the subject...but both of them think they're each other's soulmate and that is that.
In the 'canon' universe, Makoto never got with anyone else after Junko died.
D. What's their spiritual connection like:They're two sides of a coin (Hope and Despair), so I leave that to your criteria.
E. What are their common goals:To keep their battle of Hope VS Despair (albeit only between themselves Makoto wants) and just spend their life together.
F. How do they complement each other:Makoto manages to drag out the goodness that's inside Junko and also gives her an unbreakable target to her tendencies while Junko brings up Makoto more assertive side and helps him de-stress
G. What are their plans for the future:Junko already has a solid career as a model and with her analytical talent she can easily find work somewhere else...and even then she has enough money to probably sustain themselves for a long, long time.
Makoto wants to work in Hope's Peak to foster talent much like they did with his class and others, Junko helps him in weeding out the corruption of the place for shits and giggles...and cause she likes him.
H. What values do they believe in:I think this one speaks for itself.
I. How do they help each other grow:Again, Makoto helps drag out the goodness in Junko and gives her an indestructible target for her more dangerous tendencies, which means wonders for the rest of the world. Junko meanwhile helps Makoto get a purpose in life and to become more assertive and confident in himself (whether intentional or not). She was also the one who helped him discover that his Luck talent is an actual thing and helped him discover he was the Super High School Level Hope.
CYAN! General Relationship Headcanons
A. Do they fight:Yeah, but as I mentioned before they're often not really serious and they make up quickly.
B. How do they handle conflict:They go cool off and return later to talk it with more calm.
C. How is their communication:Surprisingly good (though in the 'canon' universe there's a few...issues you see)
D. What's their love language:A little bit of all 5 of them.
E. Favorite qualities in their partner:Junko I already mentioned pretty much all that she loves about Makoto.
Makoto loves her energy, excitement, how childish she can be at times, he loves all her personalities, her occasional showings of kindness, how funny she can be and other traits.
F. Least favorite qualities:I think I already pointed out what they don't like of the other.
G. Do they have nicknames/pet names for each other:Aside from the insults they fling at each other, it's "Sweetie" from Junko's side and "Sweetheart" from Makoto's side.
H. Favorite dating spots:Many of them, though one unusual one is Hope's Peak, even after they graduate Makoto occasionally makes some arrangements to have a date with Junko there.
I. What gifts do they like to exchange:Makoto often gets Junko a lot of stuff that he gets from the Gashopon Machines, he even gets her Dragon Quest games when he can.
Junko always tries to get him something nice, she even gets him stuff that she's sure he likes a lot and not just "trendy" stuff cause he knows he likes more stuff than that.
J. What are their important gestures toward each other:Junko tends to hug Makoto from behind and stays hugging him, sometimes she even peeks out from his hair (since she's in perfect height for that), she often does that show her love and that she feels safe with him.
Makoto often puts his arm in front of Junko when he feels there's a threat and never lets it down until he's sure things are safe.
They both also hold hands and never let it go in certain moments to reassure that they're together in this.
VIOLET! Daily Life Headcanons
A. Who is in charge of cooking:Junko, she's a good cook with her Analytical ability...but also because she doesn't want Makoto with his..."unique" taste in foods to get in charge of cooking...though she eventually just accepts it.
B. What good habits do they have:Makoto always makes sure Junko takes care of herself and is safe while Junko always steps in when someone seems like abusing Makoto's kindness.
C. What bad habits do they have that annoy the other:I feel this is redundant to answer.
D. Favorite vacations and getaways:Jabberwock island when there's no evil plan being caused by Monokuma, also Towa City.
E. Favorite sleeping position:Both of them cuddling together with Junko putting Makoto's head in her ****
F. What are their daily routines:Wake up, go to class, Junko tries to make a plan to cause despair only to get foiled by Makoto, she tries to kill him, fails, hang out together and generally stuff like that.
G. How do they spend time together:Read above.
H. Do they spend time on each other hobbies:Yup, they often play videogames together and do other stuff.
I. What are their best memories together:All of them are their best memories, but to be more specific in the night before their graduation Junko cried tears of joy upon realizing that no matter what she did she couldn't get rid of Makoto, which means she found the one person she couldn't fuck up and couldn't get rid of, she found the one person that could make her happy.
Makoto doesn't have an specific best memory, but he considers everytime Junko was truly happy and smiling to be one of his best memories in his life.
PINK! Sexual Headcanons
NSFW Part, skip this if you don't want to see it!
A. How they approach:Generally Junko tries to temp Makoto or teased him until he had it and pounded her.
B. Favorite position:Doggy Style (I'm an unimaginative virgin, sorry about the lack of knowledge in this area)
C. Kinks:Discipline, Bondage, Puppy Play, Spanking, BDSM, Pussy Torture, chastity belt, Roleplay, Butt plug, hatesex, humiliation, etc.
Also, just to make it clear, Makoto is the dom and Junko is the Sub.
D. Favorite body parts:I guess Junko likes her...tits? And Makoto his...cock? I don't understand this one unless they refer to which part they to be played with on their own body.
E. Favorite partner's body parts:Junko loves Makoto's ass, a lot, she actually asks him to sit on her face.
Makoto tries to hide it but his favorite part of Junko is her...tits, he's ashamed of admitting it cause it's the most obvious vanilla answer but Junko reassures him that it's ok and she doesn't mind, she's flattered actually.
F. What they like:Makoto often likes topping Junko even if he wants to pretend he doesn't, mostly because he refuses to even back down or submit against Junko, Junko meanwhile likes to be dommed by Makoto because the 'Despair' of having a loser foiling her plans and then dominating her (In reality though they just like being like this to each other). They both also like getting touchy with others in public (but never actually anything explicit), Junko also likes to incite Makoto's more possessive side and to break his Tsundere facade by making him jealous on purpose, Makoto responds by wrapping his arms around her waist (and maybe touching her butt) and dragging her away because he already knows she wants that.
Junko also calls Makoto daddy...cause daddy issues you see.
G. What they don't like:Well aside from Makoto not wanting to be a sub (he allows himself to be when Junko wants it but he's kinda bored during it and doesn't even bother to act subby), though that one isn't usually a problem because Junko prefers him to be dom.
Also they don't like getting interrupted, but that goes without saying.
H. Do they like eye contact:Yup, they like getting to look at each other while doing it, even while doggy style which is a bit...awkward, but they still try.
I. Favorite places to get dirty:Honestly be easier to list where they don't want to get dirty, Junko can gets mischievous so she wants to do it in certain...places and have others not realize, meanwhile Makoto tries to talk her out of it...but decides not to.
But their favorite place is doing it in the Headmaster's office, so they can roleplay Makoto being the headmaster and Junko a troublesome student.
They still do it when Makoto actually becomes the Headmaster.
J. Aftercare:Makoto hugs Junko, asks her if she's alright and not hurt, then caresses and cuddles with her after she reassures him she's not and that she had an amazing time, then they sleep with Makoto being the large spoon.
Holy shit that was a long part, it took me hours to write all this...but I'm happy that I did, happy that I got to talk about my OTP and Happy that I got this out of the way
NSFW PART END
#Danganronpa#Makoto Naegi#Junko Enoshima#Naejunko#Naeshima#Trigger Happy Havoc#the end of hope's peak high school#Ultimate Summer Camp#THH#TEOHPHS#USC#DR#DR3#DRS#I might have checked out in some of these#Sorry it's just was a lot and I was getting tired
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Fareeha Amari is now a canon lesbian I think this will please you
Love that everyone mentioned me in this
Okay, so a lot of this is for @seolh who asked for the tealdeer for the short story because she knows I hate myself and have no sense of fucking self-preservation even a little bit, even at all. Overwatch is EXTREMELY difficult for me to drag myself away from, even if at this point (in some ways because of something I am about to complain about) my Lena, Fareeha, Angela, etc, are all BASICALLY original characters with their own gifts and weaknesses and internal lives that the game and its surrounding media is not interested in. I still have feelings for it in a weird fucked up way. It's my toxic not-quite-ex
ANYWAY THAT BEING SAID.
Things I loved:
Pharah being gay, obviously. But I'm going to be honest here--at this point what BlizzOfficial does has no bearing on my characters as I see them.
The slight nod to Pharah being a by the book weirdo with her seatbelt still fucking fastened when the flight is in any motion at all. Loved that. Actually that was my favorite part of the story. Thought it was great.
Love anytime we use callsign vs first name as an intimacy identifier, though, it DOES bug me that we become intimate with Baptiste in *checks watch* 3 pages.
Did not like:
So a lot of the problem I have with the surrounding media is partly Blizz' fault and partly the way we have now constructed our interaction with media on the internet. The percentages of which I'm not sure. But the writing, the characterization is BLAND. There is not a single bold choice made with any character in this story. Before you say "But Pharah is a lesbian!!!" This is an American game made by Americans, mostly, for Americans, mostly. That is the cultural context of the game. Like it or don't, it is true. Pharah being a lesbian given the game demographics is not all that bold. I'm not complaining about that specifically. What I'm saying is: These characters are milquetoast as FUCK. You can't be opposed to how either Pharah or Baptiste are portrayed because they are portrayed in such a textbook inoffensive way that they can neither fail nor rise. This is by design. I am not actually blaming the author. I am sure she had a brief that said "Every character has to speak and behave like like a textbook White American lest we be branded bigots on the internet." But it's annoying, and I know OW has, historically, had a very very annoying fandom that has cried wolf so many times and had so much infighting and had some of the WORST FAITH ENGAGEMENT with social justice I have EVER fucking seen, to the point of me finding it EMBARRASSING, but. It still leads to me looking at Pharah and Baptiste and being like "I have no clue who these bitches are and becaus eI cannot hate them I cannot love them"
"I would have thought it was obvious. I'm not passing, am I?" this is a very very weird line. If you're gonna have Pharah talk like a fucking White Midwestern American 24/7* she's going to say something like, "Do I look straight?" or something. I'm not offended just confused.
It seems they've decided that Pharah did in fact grow up with Overwatch around her all the time despite Ana sometimes being an absentee parent, I guess? I know it's been ping-ponged for awhile, and I admit to disappointment that they came down on this side, not for the least of which reasons that it makes it disappointing that ...everyone else also abandoned her? She said she's hadn't seen Cole in years. Angela? Jesus Christ, how does this woman not have significant issues. (Oh right. Milqued Toast.) It also makes Fareeha/Angela a weirder thing for me, so I will put it out of my mind immediately.
*Obviously I do not love this choice, but I do think it's a fair one and I understand why it's made. Please keep that in mind when I rag on it, I'm not actually IN REAL LIFE mad about it.
#This seems funny but in many ways I am legitimately very sad about what happened to OVerwatch#I know all I have is my functionally OCs#and I DO love and cherish those of you who love them#but man#And to add insult to injury I REALLY REALLY WANT THE LENA PRIDE SHIRT
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Alarkling Fic Recommendations
Hello! Does anyone remember the list of my favourite Alarkling fanfictions I said I’m going to make like a good half a year ago? Since I’m very punctual, here it is!
Note: this will get updated over time🫶
Finished
Out of Time by destinies
Alina Starkov expected to wake up on a ship sailing across the True Sea, one that would take her far from Ravka, far from the Darkling and his mad crusade. Instead, she awoke in Os Alta to a devastating truth: the war was won nearly a century ago, her first love was dead, and she remembered nothing.
Not even that, as part of her surrender, she agreed to a political marriage.
(I don’t have enough words to describe how much I love the whole OoTverse, user destinies is an absolute genius and I will absolutely shove this fic down everyone’s throat for as long as I can idc)
Lone Candles by nymja
They've lived four lives together. Only one ends happily.
(This was the first alarkling fic I’ve ever read and rest assured it has completely and utterly destroyed me. I loved all the lives but the heretic was my favourite, also the firebird 💞💘💖💗 young aleks!!)
The Shadow of War by insectkin
Alina's project in her last year of university has caught Ambassador Morozova's attention. He convinces her to move to Ravka to bring solar energy to the villages; her role turns out to be much larger than that.
This is the story of their relationship – and her revenge.
A modern day AU and occasional retelling. Nothing Small about this Science.
One shots
Dancing with the Darkness by ripwhitewolf
(Alina and Aleksander reunite after King of Scars. Extremely in-character& well-written!)
Starless One by destinies
Alina Starkov wonders if her prayers will ever be heard.
Mercy by hanpersands
After the events at the Spinning Wheel, the Darkling calls to Alina in his grief. This time, she answers.
i am singing now as rome burns (mash your mouth against me) by bellemon
Alina does not resist the pull of their tether. The Darkling welcomes her in his own way.
What is yours is also mine by savethecat
After Baghra's death, Alina decides to visit The Darkling, using their connection, one last time.
(I’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if Alina answered his call. Yelled a little when I found out people actually wrote fics about that. Doing gods work!)
Denial by hanpersands
He doesn't love her, in moments.
(Super angsty. I don’t know how but they always manage to hit right in the feels! Their portrayal and understanding of the characters is excellent!)
And I Said To The Star, “Consume Me” by goblins_riddles_frocks
What if Alina didn’t get out of the little palace at the end of S&S?
(A!work!of!art!)
Penance Without Penitence by goblins_riddles_frocks
The Darkling, fresh out of his glass prison on the palace grounds, is taken to Keramzin to make up for his wrongs.
(This one is genuinely hilarious, if you ever wished for Alina to mock Aleksander about the fact that he’s basically a weird vampire or his ridiculous over-the-top title, then congratulations! Today is your day cuz this fic is IT)
Colours by hanpersands
The night of the fete, the Darkling visits Alina’s room after all. A what-if scenario, based on the idea that Baghra never came, and he did.
перигелий by orphan_account
In the solar after the ball, Alina goes after what she wants.
Of Intimacy and Warfare by orphan_account
Alina confronts the Darkling after she discovers the attack on Nikolai during his birthday celebrations.
Éminence Grise by goblins_riddles_frocks
What if the stag took years to find?
(Kind of fluffy& basically what I wish had happened in canon because Alarkling wasn’t fleshed out merely enough in the first book)
Light Reading by destinies
(Sometimes all you need in life is a fic about the living sun saint being fucked face down on a library floor by her evil husband! Good for her!)
A Reprieve From Thought by goblins_riddles_frocks
(They fuck during the ship sequence from S&S 💛🫶🏼)
Unfinished
the winter after by ellewhile
The winter after the Darkling is defeated, Alina and Mal decide to stay in a cabin before officially settling down. After a fight, Alina is left to live alone. It's not too long before shadows start to follow her.
We must all face our demons sooner or later.
Unmaking the Heart of the World by goblins_riddles_frocks
Merzost has muddied the boundaries of time: what has already happened, what is yet to come, and what can never be. None of these things are as simple as they once were.
In one timeline, Alina, now queen of Ravka, struggles to come to terms with her grief following Mal’s death on the Shadow Fold and the weight of everything else she’s lost. In another, she is only just discovering her powers as Sun Summoner. But no matter the particulars of the story, the Darkling is always scheming, and he will always find her.
(Or: the characters keep on reliving the same events time and time again and the only one who is aware of what’s going on is The Darkling and he takes it as the universes confirmation that he’s fucking right!)
In Peace We Do Not Rest by girlwithaknifeinherboot
Resurrection fic! Through merzost, Aleksander returns with a vengeance even more horrifying what ever before. Now, he possesses the powers of all Grisha orders. On his way to Os Alta he can’t resist the temptation to visit his sun summoner, tailored as a Corporalki named Isaac he slowly slips back into Alinas life.
(AKA this fic is everything and I need for it to get an update! Darkling is so terrible, as he should be!❤️🔥)
Darklina Kiss Collection by destinies
The title says it all.
(The first one is a bonus scene from the OoTverse🖤)
#aleksander morozova#alina starkov#darklina#shadow and bone#the darkling#alarkling#siege and storm#ruin and rising
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*kicks hornets nest* hickey/crozier
[speaking through a writhing mass of aggressive wasps] ok so im not going to try and refute any fandom interpretations because down that path lies madness BUT here is my take on their dynamic
i think billy was wrong that crozier would pour anyone a drink as long as he could have one himself. i think it's very clearly established that crozier is grumpy, misanthropic, and antisocial. and more than that he openly spurns people of lower class/rank than him. i think this comes from the deep festering wound of being irish in the royal navy, and from clutching with white knuckles and bleedings palms onto what power and status he /does/ have. this is an incredible combination with how much he chafes at authority tbh!! he loathes it and he disrespects it and he doesn't want to be saddled with it. but he devotes the whole of his life to regimented authority!!! francis, your mind!!!
i also think that he /does/ care about his men, and he does have a paternal captain's instinct to protect the men under his command. and he did study the ship's roster so he does know everyone's name and birthplace.
but he doesn't want to spend time with most people and he doesn't integrate himself with or ingratiate himself to the men. not until the overland march.
all of this to say that i think he offered hickey a drink because:
1. he was about to have one anyway
2. he was a fellow irishman
3. he thought he was cute
hickey is many things, and a poor judge of himself and his own exceptionalism is definitely one of them. but i think there was an undeniable mutual attraction there. crozier found hickey charming, and that immediate fondness for him is what made him offer him a drink. otherwise he would have thanked him and dismissed him.
but i don't think crozier wanted to fuck him. i think hickey 100% thought crozier wanted to fuck him. and i think that's where hickey's misinterpretation of their relationship begins.
it's hard for me to say that i ship them tbh because for me shipping characters means i want them to have an intimacy between them and i actually think the most compelling part of hickey and crozier's dynamic is their lack of intimacy. they begin their relationship by completely misunderstanding one another, and then their understanding comes at the full price of their souls. like i think after hickey's whipping, they both SEE one another quite fully, and they both see themselves much more clearly, and it is not a good feeling.
i think hickey wants to be the iago to crozier's othello and i think crozier doesn't really think about hickey at all.
i think this is wrong of him!! i think this is an extension of his blind spot towards his own cruelty and callousness. i think the reason he doesn't see hickey is the same reason he proposes repeatedly to sophia, despite this forcing her into a socially and emotionally uncomfortable situation.
so i do not think they fucked in canon and i do not want them to fuck in my mind palace. i like their sexless psychosexual entanglement exactly as is.
so it's hard for me to say i ship them since for me shipping is like. i want these two to know each other biblically/it is clear in the text that these two have known each other biblically and i am putting together a pepe silva mail room to prove this to you.
i think that what lies between crozier and hickey is an absolutely insane trench of resentment and displacement that comes from being spurned and crushed by the imperialist machine that birthed them both. i love them both very much and i love the mangled car wreck they have between one another. i also want to slap francis right across the face. it's complicated.
send me a ship and i'll tell you my opinion of it
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