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ultramegagigamax3 · 5 months

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2: my heart, i never feel /ej

i never see

i never know

oh, heart

and then it falls

and then I fall

and then I know

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It felt as if I had been awoken by my alarm as soon as my head hit the pillow. I let out a loud groan, just lying there as I let my alarm ring. I allowed myself about twenty more minutes before grabbing my phone and shutting it off. I push myself up, I had fallen asleep in the same clothes as the day before, the folds of my jeans and the wiring of my bra digging into my skin. I look down at my wrinkled white T-shirt, it had a corny Jesus pun on it with tacky imagery, a gag gift I had gotten from a nun after I graduated high school. It’s probably one of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen, why the hell do I still have this? I let out a yawn as I drag myself away from the comforts of my mattress, not bothering to change my sweaty clothes. I grabbed my big old puffer jacket off a pile of laundry and my backpack out of whatever corner I had thrown it in. I lazily brush my teeth before dry swallowing my morning pills, almost gagging myself in the process. After slipping on my work shoes, I finally grab my keys and white coat before rushing out into the blinding outside. The white coat smelt like death, literally, but I had no time to wash. (God, I’m disgusting, aren’t I?) I get in my car, it takes too long to start. Traffic is heavy, despite the short commute. No time for breakfast, stomach growls. This is my routine, this has been my life for the past year.

Despite my past childish philosophies about life and death sciences, I had become an overly qualified mortician. The path to my career had been rocky, complicated, and ultimately anticlimactic. Although my childhood and teenage years had been volatile and dramatic, my college years had passed in a monotonous haze. There isn’t much to say about it, I got accepted to a Christian university on a crazy good scholarship (thank you to my depressingly pathetic life story). I studied anatomy and physiology, spending my time throwing myself into schoolwork. My original plan had been to go into the medical field, to become the hero I dreamed of being as a child. But alas, I lasted about 6 months in med school before I dropped out. It was over, just like that. The dream of medical school was completely squashed, or at least that’s how it felt at the time. The story of my dropping out had a slow buildup of many different factors, all coming together for a cocktail of stress and mental deterioration. The overwhelming workload, peers and professors who had been particularly ruthless, a loss of innocence, a letter from my birth mother, and Jack disappearing. I had somewhat of a mental crisis before enrolling in mortuary school, to say the least. It had been impulsive, and I had only been half sane. I feel ashamed admitting it, but in my haze, I had chosen this profession in the hopes I would come across Jack’s body, closure. I don’t know if he’s dead, no one does, but something within me felt it. Well, the “me” who had been going through a manic episode felt it, however trustworthy she is.

Nonetheless, I got help, I got more meds, and now I am stuck as a mortician’s apprentice. I’m sure there was a way for me to drop out, but the prospect of being a failure again filled me with an overwhelming sense of shame. I had no passion or care for the field, my goal since childhood was to be seen as something akin to a hero, and yes, I know how stupid that sounds. But doctors saved lives. What did morticians do? There are temples in the name of God, and in these temples, you pray for healing. In turn, they answer your prayers, he saves your or your loved one’s life. A hero. Or they don’t. If they don’t, you can’t fault them, as this is the will of fate, something unshakable, uncontrollable, beyond our mortal comprehension. If doctors are proxies of God, then morticians are proxies to psychopomps. What is a psychopomp? Think Charon, the ferryman of Hades; A being that must be bribed by gold in order to ensure your loved ones gain safe passage. No one worships Charon (he doesn’t even have a statue, I think). Not only that, but he is also a worker of Hades, God of the Underworld, and the equivalent to Hell itself. Charon is a demon; Charon is an echo of Grim Reaper, an apathetic antagonistic force in the world of modern media. Sure, there are sympathetic or even cool interpretations of Grim Reaper everywhere. Artists and thinkers all have their own idea of Grim Reaper, or Death; demon with a heart, beautifully evil maiden, a tragic worker doomed by fate, the greatest enemy of man, a benign God, the one true God, an old friend, the ultimate muse. But no matter in what light you paint him, or Charon and other psychopomps, you would never want to actually associate with him, would you?

As a young adult hiked up on too many pills, this is how my mind, that has only ever known Catholicism, worked. It’s stupid, I know. But when you have been raised with only the guidance of the Catholic church (and, maybe the internet), that’s all you will ever know: God (and the internet). Becoming a patron of Charon was something I didn’t want for myself. But one thing scared me more than violating my personal philosophies: disappointment. Disappointing others was not uncommon for me, but I was tired of it. At one point, during the fog of the weeks that lead up to my registration, I had gone back to my Church to consult with the nuns of my decision. I was clearly manic, I’m sure, but I can still remember the looks of hope on their faces. Just months prior, I had been here to tell them I had dropped out of medical school. They looked at me not with disappointment, but as if they had seen this coming. As if they hadn’t expected me to do much with my life. But now, they had hope for me. And so, I decided I would turn my life around, I would commit to mortuary school. Perhaps this change of pace would teach me something of humility, change my mind about my sense of self, and fix my personality for me. If I could finally succeed in something, I would succeed in this. This would mark the beginning of a new era of my life. I would become a better person.

I ended up getting to work completely late. My clothes a mess, my hair even worse, I was starving, I was half awake, I was cold, I was achy. God, I complain a lot. I burst through the front doors of the funeral home, immediately being met with a group of my coworkers hovering around the entrance. The 3 women and 1 man jumped in surprise at my sudden appearance, and I quickly bowed my head as I attempted to scurry past them. The only thing on my mind was getting to the Director’s office, I had no time to entertain their mind-numbing small talk. Nonetheless, I heard a soft “woah, there” and felt a hand grab my arm. I was spun around to meet my colleagues, feeling small in the presence that seemed to metaphorically tower over me.

Leonardo Nguyen, grinning playboy, stood in front of me, still holding onto my arm. “Morning, [ ]! Not even gonna say hello?” He seemed to always have a smug look about him, like he knew something about you that no one else did and was ready to exploit it whenever he had the chance. He had been one of the few men working in the funeral home, a rare sight. Perhaps that had gotten to his head, in one way or another. We, unfortunately, work under the same mortician.

“Leo, stop.” Margo Shwartz, a wolf in wolves clothing, lightly tapped Leonardo on the arm, tone utterly ingenuine. Don’t let her alternative appearance fool you, she looked like a punk and acted like a total high school mean girl, almost comedically so. I had a sneaking suspicion she had been bullied in her high school years and developed a complex about it. If I had to work with her, I would’ve killed myself by now.

“What? Can’t say ‘hi’ to my favorite doctor?” Leonardo was mocking me.

Isabella let out a giggle and rolled her eyes, “Whatever, Leo.”

I glanced nervously at the two other girls, searching for a way out. “My apologies, Leo, but I’m running late and really need to clock in. Please, save this for another time.” I begged. He would shrug and release me, and I give him a curt nod, a “thank you”, and hurry down the main hall. I could hear the group break out into giggles behind me, childish as always. Most all my fellow apprentices were between the ages of 20 to 25, while I had been nearing 30. It was strange, how cruel they are, and frustrating. I wondered if I had done anything wrong to them, besides being quiet and avoiding long conversation. Maybe it’s because I’m “old”? They seemed to have an endless supply of half-witted age jokes at their disposal, if they ran out of med school dropout ones. That’s how kids show their love these days, Samanatha had told me once. If I had been the same person I was in my teens and twenties, I probably would’ve fought back. I was no stranger to altercation. But alas, I’ve lost my bark and my bite, defanged and declawed beyond recognition. I let out a small sigh as I reached the funeral director’s office.

“Hello, Director Drake.” I avoided her gaze as I hurried over a board in a corner of the room. There, old fashioned punch in sheets sat in uniform rows pinned to a cork board, both stress inducing and comforting, paradox.

Vanya Drake sat with her arms crossed from her desk, her stare burning a hole in the back of my head. “[ ].”

“Yes, ma’am?” I grabbed my sheet and began to fill it out with a pen that had already been laid by the board, my back is to her as I’m too nervous to meet her gaze.

Drake let out a deep sigh, as if she were trying to keep her composure. “I keep telling you…”

I placed my punch in sheet in its respective pocket, then let my head drop in defeat. I was hoping she would let me off the hook this time (again), “I know, Director, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, I had an appointment, then I overslept, and the traffic…” I turned and rushed up to her desk, my hands held up in a prayer position, force of habit.

She raises a palm at me, gesturing for me to stop. “[ ], if I continue to let this slide, you know what the consequences will be…” I felt my heart sink, my stomach turned, I felt sick. “…But. I have a proposal.”

My ears perked up, and suddenly I was standing straighter. “Yes, ma’am! I’m all ears!” My hands flailed a bit before I shot them back down to my sides, an aborted attempt at seeming enthusiastic.

“Finish your shift. Then meet me back here.” She looked how I imagined a mother trying to hide her frustration might look. One of the head nuns would look at me that way. She even shooed me away with a flick of the wrist, like a dog. I nod frantically, bowing and muttering more thank you’s and whatnot.

Her words would linger about my mind my entire shift, making it difficult to focus. I had a suspicion she enjoyed making people suffer. Oh yeah, and my stomach was growling. Luckily, I was assigned to paperwork instead of a cadaver for the waxing hours of my shift. The apprentices had no real office “yet”, so we were told to take up tables in the employee’s lounge, a glorified breakroom. Nothing about this funeral home ran the way it should’ve, probably (its thing only thing I’ve ever known). There are two directors, Drake and James Bernard. From what I know, Bernard used to run the place with his late wife, then hired a young Drake to take her place. But then, with Drake’s stern attitude and unwavering ambition (and Bernard’s aging mind) she basically took over the home. There were a handful of morticians that worked under the two of them, and they each had their own set of apprentices, give or take. I don’t remember very many of their names, though I do know most of the other apprentices, unfortunately. Leo and I currently worked under a Ms. Mehrab, an eccentric older woman with a passion for her work. She isn’t a catholic, unlike most everyone else who works here, and I, in my weak faith, got along with her fairly well. I enjoyed her presence, despite how odd she is, and her long spiels about whatever topic came to mind. I tried to become closer to her, perhaps she would become my friend, but she favored Leo. Like, a lot. She tended to send me off for paperwork and kept Leo for cadavers, said that I brought down the mood. (we’re morticians, what else would the mood be?) I’m currently sitting by a window, staring out at the busy street and the forest that lay beyond it. The trees are tall, skinny, and have lost most of their leaves by this time of year. Would my life always be so mundane? Was I destined for eternal boredom? My thoughts are interrupted by a loud thud on my “desk”, and I nearly jump out of my seat. I curse under my breath as I look up at Leo. I hold in a groan as I force a polite smile.

“Leo.” I mutter.

“Here, Mehrab wants you to work on these too.” He looks as smug as always. I look down at what he had just pushed in front of me; a white binder filled to the brim with papers, and a protein bar. “Oh, and, uh, that’s for you.” Leo suddenly seems less confident now, though only a bit, as he gestures towards the snack.

I’m taken aback, speechless, for a moment. “Oh, thank you.” I nod, feeling uneasy. Leonardo? Being nice? Was I dead and sent to a parallel universe?

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” He looks uncomfortable as he stood there for a moment, as if he had more to say. But whatever he wanted to say he didn’t say it, as he just gave me a nod and trudged out of the room. Something about the strange interaction feels familiar, and something within my twists, feeling confused, weirded out, and empty.

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I had been a good chunk of the way through the never-ending stream of papers when Leo showed up again, this time not catching me by surprise.

“You’re needed in the basement, doctor.” He chided as he languidly stepped into the room, making a beeline for the coffee pot. He was back to his usual, annoying self. I roll my eyes and gather my things, pulling on my white coat and tying back my hair as I hurried out of the room. I know it’s strange to say, but the prospect of seeing the new cadavers filled me both with dread and excitement. Although I had long since abandoned most of the ideas and philosophies of my youth, something within me still felt as if I were on the cusp of finding Jack again. Its morbid, its fucked up, but I still wanted my closure.

“Young John Doe,” Mehrab sighs and pouts, “how tragic.” Her words don’t match her demeanor as she moves around the room, setting up tools and what not, methodical and clinical, totally detached emotionally. I stare at the boy as I pull on my gloves, he’s unbelievably pale with buzzed black hair. He’s young, most likely in his late teens or early twenties. His face is soft, chiseled like a statue, and his body is long and skinny, his movements probably awkward when he was alive. There are brown, bruised, and rotting little holes all along the bicep, forearm, and the crook of his elbow of his left arm, junkie. I study his face and wonder about the life he may have lived, and perhaps searched his features for glimpses of Jack. It was stupid, he was much too young to be Jack, and, on top of that, corpses are almost unrecognizable in comparison to the way the looked in life. But I can’t help it. I can see Mehrab reading off a small stack of papers, is it a police report? I don’t think she’s meant to have access to those… “Overdose, found by a young couple walking their dog…” She shakes her head.

“They know the cause of death?” Something doesn’t seem right.

“Yup!” Mehrab continues to flip through the papers.

“So, he’s visited the coroner already? So why is he here?” I’m utterly confused. “If this is a fresh John Doe, isn’t there an investigation going on? Why would they send him off to be embalmed? Shouldn’t he be with, like, a pathologist or examiner or something?” At least he wasn’t being cremated…

Mehrab sighed, placing a hand on her hip, like a teacher fed up with a dumb student. “[ ], we are morticians, not detectives.” She walks over from her desk and picks up the mouth stapler, my least favorite tool, and grabs my right hand, placing the tool on my palm.

“Yes, right, my bad, ma’am.” I sputter, shaking my head and pulling myself out of my trance, “It’s just… I’ve never been assigned a John Doe before.”

Mehrab smiles, seeming pleased with my response. “It’s fine, I totally get it!” She says this with the cadence of a teenage girl, despite being nearly 50 years old, “The night shift boys usually get these ones, but” she draws out the ‘but’, “they’ve been a little shorthanded, as of late.” She walks back to her desk, throwing herself into her plush chair.

I attempt to smile back, trying to lighten the mood. “So… we’re picking up their slack?” I try to seem more comfortable and less awkward than I am.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” She turns away from me, focus already totally on her computer, paying me no mind. “Now, I’ll be at my desk if you have trouble, okay?” She was patronizing me, and I just look back at her stupidly. I nod, a soft okay, and turn back to the body.

The boy’s skin is cold, who knows how long he’s been dead. I open his mouth and see his teeth, stained and rotting. The stench wafts through my mask, past the peppermint essential oils that I drenched it in, and I feel like gagging, but I don’t. I still felt bad when I did this, like I was hurting him. I tried to be gentle and imagine myself a doctor giving a patient a painful, yet lifesaving, treatment. Shh, it’s alright, I would soothe, you’re just gonna feel a liiiittle pinch, then you’ll be okay. He would fall asleep (I would glue his eyes shut) and I would give him his shots (I would fill him with embalming fluid) and when he awoke, it would be as if he were never sick. I tried not to feel as if I were violating the boy as I moved his body around. I checked all injuries, realizing I had finally broken my eerie silence as I listed off every bruise I found to Mehrab.

“Ah, you’re so quiet! So focused!” Mehrab spoke, I think trying to come off as playful, but I could sense her masked unease.

The procedure was over as soon as it started, and I wheeled him to the room where he would be staying. I looked up at the walls, rows of little steel boxes lined every side. The more I looked at them, the more they looked like aisles of ovens, and now I feel sick. I took you John Doe to an empty box, open and ready to swallow him up, and put him inside. I wonder if anyone will come looking for him, perhaps a worried mother or a band of hiked up junkies. After I closed him away, I look over at the other boxes.

“Don’t forget Jenny!” Mehrab’s voice startles me as she calls out from the main room, probably wondering what the hell was taking me so long. There was a funeral later today, for a woman named Jenny Woodrow, and her body would need to be prepared. She was placed just next to my John Doe. I wheel my cart over to her box before opening it up and pulling her out. She’s a pretty blonde with a near perfect figure, perfect teeth (before I shut her mouth), and perfect eyes (before I closed them up), such a shame. Well, she was almost perfect, save for the fact her lower body, past her hips, were missing. I remember the police report as I took her to the main room, she had been found out in the woods, not too far from here, her bottom half never recovered. Looking at bodies like this used to make me sick, but I’ve become desensitized, more or less.

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It’s now nearing 1:00 pm, and I am once again standing in front of Drake. My legs hurt, I still haven’t eaten anything, and I was exhausted.

Drake smiled at me when I first walked in, now she’s just staring at me with her lips pressed into a thin line. We got formalities and what not out of the way, now I was just waiting for her to spit out whatever “proposal” she had for me.

She was assessing my face, searching for something, but I wasn’t quite sure what. “We need someone on the graveyard shift…” My expectant smile drops, “You remember Paula? Well, she quit. Baby on the way. Now there’s a big opening in need of urgent replacement.” Paula Kent, a 23-year-old apprentice who had a husband before I had a lover, and now a baby, apparently. “You’re going to be working with Director Bernard and Mr. Hunt.” James Bernard and James Hunt, two elderly, bordering on senile, peas-in-a-pod. Drake went back to just staring at me, waiting for my answer.

I would have to change my meeting times with Dr. Trembly, or perhaps get a new therapist altogether. The thought filled me with dread, but I needed this job. Bad. I had no other skills, I had no drive to pursue anything else. If I quit, or if I was fired, I would probably just stay at home until I rotted away into nothingness (and then, I would be right back over here… God, I couldn’t stand the idea of Leo looking over my dead naked body, yuck). I stayed quiet for a moment as I thought. I allowed a beat to pass. “Okay.” I replied, feeling defeated.

“Okay?” Drake didn’t seem sure.

“Uh, yes. Yes, ma’am, I can do it. When do I start?” I stuttered, attempting to seem surer of myself than I was.

Drake’s face would break into a wide smile, customer service-esque. “Excellent! I want you here later tonight.”

I was taken aback, “Wait, what? Tonight? But…”

“Don’t worry,” Drake sat up and began shifting papers around her desk, indicating that she had work to do and wanted me gone, “You’ll get compensation. Now, hurry home and get some rest, okay?”

… “Okay.”

#eyeless jack x reader

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mamawasatesttube · 10 months

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Need your full opinion on the recent smot issue

overall, i was... pretty disappointed in it, honestly. spoilers below!

i have always found kenny porter's writing to be kinda heavyhanded, and smot has been no exception, but i was pretty willing to go with the flow because heavyhanded or not at least it seemed to be a fun story. with the hints and buildup in #3 i was worried we were essentially setting up for a reprise of knockout arc from sb94, with kon aiding and abetting someone shitty while being manipulated into thinking they were misunderstood and wanted to do better, and i had misgivings about that idea, but...

...but honestly like. this isn't actually better. i feel like porter is really, REALLY hammering in this idea that kon hasn't actually matured, that he's still the same kid from sb94 just trying to relive his glory days, which is just. like. did adventure comics/superboy (2011) mean nothing to you kenny? (i know they did. i know.) it's also just a disappointing angle to take on his MANY issues with being in a new universe that literally forgot him. of all the things he could be struggling with, i don't think naivety is a particularly interesting OR in character one to focus so hard on.

it's also just REALLY been getting me that we're supposed to believe that everyone on earth didn't notice he vanished for 2 weeks, and yet ALSO that they do genuinely care for him. smot is set before house of metallo arc in action comics, which means we know at the end of it kon still comes back to be generic background superman #3 or whatever; i find that pretty jarring especially with the idea that none of the superfam even noticed he left the planet for two whole weeks. of course, given porter's heavyhanded writing style i know that'll simply be glossed over and ignored, because... subtlety? implication? what are those? it's the same with the entire idea of EVERY SINGLE PROBLEM ON EARTH being solved--that makes no sense and will be summarily never mentioned again, of course. and ditto re: tim, bart, and cassie going on a mission in paris without so much as a text to kon about it. it's all pretty contrived as setup, and the execution continues to feel contrived and unsatisfying to me. smot4 in particular felt like they were Really rubbing in the complete nuking of the pre-flashpoint kon&clark relationship :(

i'm ALSO really just not happy with the ridiculously centrist take of "what if the guys fighting back against the genocidal imperialists were JUST AS BAD AS THEM? OR WORSE?" but i mean. the bar is on the fucking floor and dc just loves to bring industrial excavators.

on the plus side, at least there are some cute kon panels in it :) i'll take those where i can even if i'm going :/ at everything else going on. i'm pretty sure the ending will involve the superfam coming to the rescue in issue 6 and kon going WOW... i DO have a place on earth after all... despite none of the actual issues he had at the beginning of the run being remotely resolved. also i won't be surprised if they don't actually condemn the imperialists particularly much. travv and the cosmoteers have been set up as the primary antagonists so... eh.

overall i'd say smot 4 was where the plot stopped really being fun to me. i'd had my hangups and nitpicks with 1-3, but 4 just dropped the ball a LOT. maybe 5 and 6 will be better, but i'm not too optimistic that it won't just entirely fall flat (again, though, i just know i don't actually like the entire setup for kon in rebirth, so i'm biased). still gonna buy em though ofc. gotta get my good good kon covers even if the story isnt very consistent or satisfying!

ETA I FORGOT TO MENTION. CAN THEY STOP CLONING HIM?????? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD how many plots from sb94 are they gonna try to squeeze into the end of this run at the same time (and inevitably do worse than they were originally written). how many

#the ''it's been 2 weeks'' thing made me go OH MY GODDDDD UUHGHHGHHGHHGH like out loud #like kenny am i supposed to believe they care about each other or not. kenny answer me #answers #smot spoilers

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jkstompers · 2 years

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hi el,

i just read good girls go bad and oh my fucking god??????? idek where to start. first of all the plot is absolutely amazing and really eye catching. i love the whole you try and change for someone but the guy truly falls for you as your own. THAT SHIT HITS ALL THE RIGHT PLACES.

i knew it! taehyung was heartbroken which explains his ‘fuckboy’ persona but the fact he slowly opened his eyes for reader??? i’m gonna cry—

istg my standards went 📈📈📈 when he waited in the parking lot after she leaves the car, to make sure she’s inside before driving away. HE DID THAT EVERY TIME SHUT UP.

HIM LOVING HER IN THAT BABY BLUE DRESS HAD ME BY THE THROAT 😩😩😩😩

josh was such a dick. fuck him. i never liked him, already at the triple p comment is where i cancelled him and threw him in a bin.

the way taehyung comforted reader after she first off got heartbroken and locked herself out? i’m— he was so caring and gentle with her.

WAIT BUT THEIR FIRST KISS WAS SO PERFECT. the whole ‘let me teach you but we end up getting carried away until one pulls away to not get in their head too much?’ PLS YESYESYES I KICKED MY FEET IN THE AIR READING IT.

their first time together was paced so nicely. the slow and sensual tension and them being comfortable in each other’s presence before finally giving in to what they both want to???? SHSKWKWNEBVEHEJWBDVS btw your smut is AMAZING. the whole riding his thigh scene had me biting into my pillow to not scream at 2AM and wake up my whole neighborhood….

WHEN HE HID THE STEM OF THE CHERRY BECAUSE THEY DIDNT ORDER IT AND HE DIDNT WANT HER DISAPPOINTED 😭😭😭😭 shut the fuck up. where can i get a man like this? i’m serious. ebay? amazon? name the place.

such an amazing story with splendid characters and perfect plot along with an amazing buildup. keep up the great work el! this was incredible 💖💖💖💖 gonna go read more of your work 👀👀👀

omg hello lati!!!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ thank u SOOOOOO much for your sweet feedback on gggb!! it makes me so happy when ppl take the time to tell me which parts they really liked, it makes me so excited to write the future drabbles so i thank u so so so so so so so soooo much for your kind words. ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

thank you so much!!!! i love those cheesy rom-com movies where they give them a makeover but the main couple ends up falling in love with each other during the process like YES ITS REAL LOVEEEEEEEE

RIGHT i tried writing taehyung to be this big softie on the inside but a tough guy on the outside so that oc would be the one that makes him crack hehe

omg yes literally!! if u go on a date and they don't wait for u to go inside before they pull off... DROP THEM IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!

there is a drabble that speaks on this directly (つ.と) i must stay quiet for now hehe

ur so right! fuck josh forever!

he really is such a sweetie ♡

YESSSSSS omg i love those scenes so i tried my best writing my own!!

thank u so much (´▽`♡) i'm super insecure about my smut, i always think it's super boring but thank u again! i'm glad it was at least okay to read through (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

omg i didn't think anyone was gonna catch that detail!!!! hehe but right omg taehyung is just the perfect guy.

thank u thank u thank u so much again lati!! (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ i'm so glad you enjoyed it!!!! reading through your message gave me so much motivation!! i'm gonna try and finish the next few drabbles now (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

#gggb!feedback #pls!!!!! so sweet <3 #jjkeverlast

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choicesmc · 2 months

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How easy is it to make them cry?

Are they trusting or do they refuse to trust?

How do their friends and family think of them?

Do they have a found family?

for rin my beloved <33

also a bonus q but not related to trauma: is rin part of any clubs, sports, teams etc in hartfeld? how is her relationship like with the others in the club? if not, what piques rin's interest in extra-curricular activities? like what should a club 'be' so to speak, to have rin take an interest in it?

thank you mads!!

1.How easy is it to make them cry?

"Shut it,” she growled at herself, watching each falling drop reflect in the light. Her sleeves had made quick work with the initial burst of tears, patting and rubbing and wiping until they were damp with the stuff. “You’re not a damn baby,” Rin scoffed into the mirror, hands wiping away another stream, “You’re being stupid. What’s tears ever done for you?”

Goodluck [salute] with that trooper! (Not really, please don’t make Rin cry—)

It is hard to make her cry. Rin is allergic to crying (not even on purpose anymore). It makes her feel awkward and tender and far too vulnerable than she’s comfortable with. (There’s also that during her formative years her mom + grandma would get angry with her for crying for too long, or too hard, or too much, or really any reason —but Rin refuses to acknowledge that that might play a role too)

So when she cries, it’s the buildup for far too much for far too long. And she hates it. She’ll insist she isn’t crying. Once the tears fall, she wipes them away even if she can’t stop them she won’t make a sound. Suffering in silence is her default.

2. Are they trusting or do they refuse to trust?

“Rin, what the hell?” “What?” Rin shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong ‘n all. Love ya, but never asked for all this,” she gestured between them. “I ain’t gonna be more than this,” she brushed a curly strand from her face, tucking it behind her ear, “and certainly not for you.” A myriad of emotions splayed across her roommates face. First confusion, then embarrassment, before settling on resolve. “Fine then,” the boy turned, flopping into his bed, “since that’s what you want.”

Rin is careful with her trust. When she was younger, she went through her period of full trusting and then dove straight into no trusting but… she’s grown from then.

Now, she’s wary but willing. Rin doesn’t mind people around her, but it takes a long time before she starts to place a little faith in the people she finds herself around. If it makes more sense, she’ll treat everyone like a situational friend —tolerable under certain conditions (say a shared class) but with no real expectations for friendship or friendliness from that person.

She’s very much developed the attitude that she shouldn’t have expectations because you will disappoint her or disappear or both. So she’ll keep you around, sure, but y’all aren’t friends. Not even close. She don’t trust you and would prefer you didn’t trust her either.

3. How do their friends and family think about them?

Okay love this one!!

Her biological father - doesn’t think about her. I’m not certain whether or not he still remembers her. (as in i haven’t decided yet)

Her mom - wants to repair their relationship. She regrets leaving Rin all those years ago but Rin’s not really interested. She’s very much other vying for her mother’s approval/basing her emotions off of how her mother feels about her. [i actually have fic here about this exact thing.]

Her step-father - Yeah. No. Sometimes pops into his head just at random. But not much beyond that. Last time he saw her was when she was six.

There is one more family member but I kinda wanna leave it a surprise for now so…!

For what it’s worth: Rin resents most of them to varying degrees but refuses to acknowledge her resentment and pretends that: Actually She’s So Over It And Has Moved On Like Such A Long Time Ago That It’s Not Even Funny To Suggest That She Still Has Problems, Okay?!

4. Do they have a found family?

Yes. A mom and two aunts. Christine is her found mother. She can be straightforward when she wants but is incredibly coy otherwise. And being perceptive, she’s often the first to notice things though she doesn’t address them unless someone else brings it up first.

By the time Rin enters college, Christine’s been dead for a while. But Rin still remembers her fondly and cherishes her aunts extra to make up for it.

Her aunts are Raven and Amelia. Raven is quiet and usually keeps to herself. She doesn’t talk much when she’s not around her partners, so when she does it’s important. It took her the longest to come around to Rin. Never hated her, was just awkward and Rin was thorny, it wasn’t till she realized they had a shared history of abuse that the pair started to really bond.

Amelia is sarcastic and cold. She’ll tell it like it is and cuts through bullshit. Something that both pleased and annoyed Rin way back when. Rin ended up taking a lot of qualities from Amelia, she’s kinda Rin’s role model. 🤷‍♀️ (And Amelia is patient beyond understanding like frfr, she taught Rin for years —catching her up in all the core subjects and then some).

She’s a regular visitor to MCI-Framingham where they currently are.

[BONUS] is rin part of any clubs, sports, teams etc in hartfeld? how is her relationship like with the others in the club?

Yes!! She’s in Hartfeld on the Second Chance Scholarship (the one Zig and Chris set up!!) so she is required to be in one. She joined the Community Appreciation Club —basically volunteer service in the local/state community. Rin loves it. She gets to interact with the place she lives and actually feel like she’s helping and is a positive influence on the people around her.

The other people, though, is a different matter. There are a lot of sorority women which makes things tense. Rin and they have wildly different socioeconomic backgrounds that causes a lot of friction and takes Rin a while to get comfortable around them and vice-versa. There are some other people that Rin has a better time getting along with, but I haven’t thought about them enough to say anything definitive just yet.

this took so looong, im so sorry mads 😭 but i really did enjoy answering all the questions (and I am working on the other one you sent in!!)

thank you for stopping by!!

#asks answered #rin #tiny tidbits

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temporarymoods · 7 months

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taking care

Hi blog, don't think I've forgotten about you! I've just been so busy, and then I got sick, even though I didn't want to admit that I was under the weather at first. Now I'm waiting for my period to come, and every month it's so tantalizing. There's this very parade-y buildup, I mean the PMS is quite rough, and it all starts like 7-10 days beforehand, but then just as it's supposed to crest, everything stops. There's a calm before the storm, which without fail has me begging for it all to hit me already!! Part of my eagerness has to come from the fact that I am more prepared than the army for such an onslaught of destruction. Think of a way of collecting period "blood"--- guarantee you I have it, in its most organic form no less. Tampons? Check, with clean cotton. Pads? Multiple kinds, with magic powers. Cup? Yup. Technical underwear? They're actually great, and I own three pairs. I guess every month I just go rando with my method. Maybe switch it up on day 3 (definitely, actually.) My old therapist, the one who was a bit too woo, told me that your period is a gift, in a way: Built-in self-care time, or rather a cleansing, a purging, when deep covered 'stuff' can come to the surface, and you can solve it. I think she thought that cramps were the direct consequence of emotional/spiritual turmoil which was on the sufferer to figure out. Safe to say I haven't taken that last one with me, but the rest sticks, kinda. The idea that you can make something out of once-nothing is not lost on me, as we know. So, being able to ceremonify your period, yeah sure, I'm there. Definitely, actually. Rituals! Greater understanding! Problems and solutions! All make for quite a nice moment. Plus, even though so much about my period does fucking suck, and that's for me, privileged white lady, it means my body's working, and that's not just a given. I remember after my surgery when everything kinda started going again like a system reset, I got my first period a couple of months later. Overjoyed because it meant I was finally normal and healthy and on track with my life, as opposed to fallen off in a ditch, where I had been for too long. This history certainly informs my current affinity for my period--- and, not the be forgotten, the joy not being pregnant :) So, like every other fourth week, I'm kind of looking forward to the spectacle.

Meaning-making is like sticking your hands in a sandbox. Or more like fetching water nearby to make the world malleable under your touch.

Coziness, fuzziness... I've taken these things for granted. I appreciate nmte (now more than ever) the stereotypical, tropey acts such as wearing slippers. "It's what women do," I've known for a long time. But I never felt like them. I've always struggled with leaning into an under-blanket kind of night. But I get it now. And I should really be embracing it more-- being in bed, wearing thick socks, living in sweats. Maybe I'm tired. But you don't need to be exhausted to rest. And resting, squeezing that orange of living for a drop of sweetness, what more could we be here for?

I desire more sweaters. I'm going to a fall festival at a farm soon; it will surely be the highlight of my month. This peach tea I'm currently sipping is very nice. My apple candle is bright smelling and perfect. I love that I get to sleep, and dream (so I can wake up and realize it is not real.) One of my dear friends is flying to visit for the long weekend. Tomorrow I'm going to a new cafe, which I've managed to make a habit of. Schoolwork is tough, but it will be over soon, and my everyday will blossom better. I owe some texts to my mom. The air was warming tonight. A newly discovered sustainable fashion brand had a great sale; a package will be arriving soon. There's a list of movies I'd like to watch this month, when I've got time in between open markets and thrifting. I've been asked on a date, but nervous to respond. The silhouettes of my room decor reflects how much I care about this bedroom setting, bringing me peace. I'm glad I got to blog again, even if it feels overwhelming. Hopefully my Depop listings will reach the right people.

What would be the first step in securing safe absences for those dealing with menstrual pain, really, where would we even start? I'd love to get some acquaintances around and discuss this. How would I do that?

Haha, Kate

p.s. brain noisy, pillow time

#menstrual cycle #october #foryourconsideration #comfort #autumn air #wheretheleavesat

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adventuresinwonderlust · 3 years

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Title: Studio Session

Pairing: Idol! Yoongi x reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Rating: 18 and over

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi @heyimtavia

You grip Yoongi’s hand tightly, leaning into his shoulder as the barrage of camera flashes surround you both. You groan at the thought or tomorrow's headline on Dispatch, whining at how once again another date night is ruined by nosey journalists trying to get front page news.

You both finally make it safely to the car, Yoongi assisting you into the passenger seat, braving the crowd alone to get to the driver's side. He enters the car in a huff, starting the engine and honking on the horn for the crowd to back away. “I suppose they are happy to get run over.” He grumbles, arm gripping the passenger chair as he veers out the back windshield, backing out of his parking spot slowly. You look over at his stoic expression, wanting but deciding not to ask if he’s ok.

You arrive back at the Hybe building and up to Yoongi’s studio. He plops down in his chair, releasing an aggravated sigh, his fingers typing furiously on his cell phone. He places it down on the panel in front of him, swiveling in his chair to face you. “I’m so sorry jagi. Are you ok?” You look up at him and nod. “I’m fine. Why are you sorry?” He trots forward in his seat, gripping your knee, squeezing gently. “Another date night ruined. I know you're thinking it. I'm sorry, I really though I kept everything under wraps. I have no clue how the fans found out, let alone those journalists. You must hate dating me.” He pouts, looking down at his hand around you knee.

Your eyes widen and you rest your hand on his cheek, lifting his face to meet your gaze. “I love you so much. I don't care about fancy dinners at a fancy restaurant. I much prefer it being just the two of us here in your studio or under a bridge. Why don’t you play me something you’ve been working on?” He chuckles, turning to look at his new setup. “No, I don't want to make tonight about work.” “It’s ok Yoongi. I want to hear what you’re working on. Please.” He takes in a deep breath and trots himself back to his equipment. He opens his laptop and scrolls through his latest works. “This one I’ve been working on recently but I’m not really happy with it. I feel like, its missing something.” He complains from behind the hand covering his mouth.

“Well now you have to let me hear it so I can tell you how horrible it is.” You tease, moving to sit beside him on the desk. He laughs freely, his teeth on display as he clicks play. The track soon filling the room, followed by Yoongi rapping free style. “I’m just fooling around. This isn't the finished product.” He explains. You nod. The track ends quickly. “Play it again.” You nod. He plays it again and you listen more intently now. A sly smirk spreads across your face, a dirty thought entering your mind. You remove your foot from your slide, biting down on your bottom lip when you bring it up to rest on Yoongi’s thigh. He looks down at your roaming foot, swallowing hard when you wriggle your toes against his belt. “I know what's missing.” You whisper. “What’s that?” He inquires, grabbing your ankle to move your foot to the other thigh, spreading you wide so he can sneak a peek under your skirt.

“Me.” You shrug. Yoongi wheels himself forward, “Is that so?” He questions, reaching behind you and pulling out a small black recorder. He places its beside you on the desk, raising his brows attempting to test your resolve. You simply glide your hand over your thick thigh, lifting your skirt to reveal your blush thong to him. He licks his lips, pressing record on the device before sliding towards you. He lifts your other leg from the floor, forcing you to sit completely on the desk, resting your feet on the arms of his studio chair. Before long, he dips his head between your thighs, shoving your panties to the side.

He licks your slit with the whole of his tongue, parting your lips with his fingers, to reveal your hardened clit. He wraps his pout around your nub, sucking on it, humming happily when you moan out loud. Your legs fall wide, your hand digging into his hair when he rolls his tongue quickly along your sensitive bud. You moan freely, hoping the small recorder is catching every sensual sound that leaves your mouth. You buck into Yoongi’s face, feeling your walls quake with the threat of your impending orgasm. He moans into your cunt, entering you with two fingers and rubbing along your g-spot. You pant wildly, fucking Yoongi’s face now, your orgasm building quickly. “Yoongiiii-ahhhh.” You cry out, white waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You are a panting mess when you come down from your high. Yoongi licking his lips and fingers, stands, frantically undoing his belt. You look over at the recorder, reaching to stop it. Yoongi stops you sliding it over and shaking his head at you.

He lowers his pants and underwear just enough to free his fully erect cock, moving forward to kiss you hard. You reach down to stroke his length when it stabs into your belly. Yoongi moans into your mouth, grabbing and squeezing your ass before spinning you around. He lifts your skirt, slapping down on the plump flesh of your bum. He grips and spreads your cheeks to reveal your swollen pussy to him, leaning his hips forward until just his tip enters you. “So, pretty. So, tight.” He whispers, pushing his full length into you now. You both groan at the feeling, Yoongi reaching up to tug your shirt down, your full breast spilling out into his large hands. He begins to thrust into to you hard, teasing and tugging at your pert nipple. “Ah, jagi, you always feel so good around my cock. Tou...touch yourself, I need to feel you cum around my cock.”

You moan at his neediness, reaching down to rub at your swollen clit. You move your hand faster to keep in rhythm with Yoongi’s desperate thrusts. “Yoongi, so close.” You mewl, feeling your cunt become slicker the closer you get to climax. Yoongi releases a long wild groan, the lurid sounds of your copulating surely turning him on. Your body gooses and your head prickles and soon you feel the buildup of your release. “That’s it jagi, cum for me.” He pants, feeling your walls quiver around him. “Yoongi, Yoongi. I'm cumming!” You cry, rubbing your clit quickly and roughly as Yoongi fucks into you wildly. “Jagi, fuck, that’s it, milk my cock. Fuck, I’m cumming.” “Yes, please fill me up.” Yoongi grunts unabashedly into the studio, his head falling back, then dropping onto your back. His thrust soon slow, although he remains inside of you until his cock soften and falls.

He reaches under the desk for a box of tissue, yanking a few out and cleaning you up. “I love you.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and then your lips. “I love you too Yoongi.” “I promise, I'm going to figure out how to have the perfect date.” You laugh, pulling him close. “Don't worry about that you silly man.”

A week later, Yoongi asks you to meet him at a local restaurant. You enter surprised to find it bustling. You move through to the back to find Yoongi sitting in the back with his cap low and mask high. “Wow, incognito much?” You giggle, leaning in to tug his mask down and kiss him. “I promised I would figure something out.” “Will you eat with your mask on?” You tease. He laughs, digging into his bag. He pulls out his headphones, plugging them into his phone and handing them to you. “Here listen to this. I fixed the track.” You place the buds into your ear and Yoongi plays the track from the studio a week before, only this time there is an undertone. You squint to hear what it is, since it's so faint you could miss it. “Play it again.” You instruct. He does as he is told, a smirk planted on his face. You concentrate hard, hearing a faint familiar pant just below the bass. Your eyes widen and you look over at Yoongi, who smiles wide. He tugs the bud from your ear. “You were right jagi, it was missing you.” “You’re such a perve! If your fans hear this...” “Don’t worry jagi, its very faint. Only we know what it is, but I have to say I enjoyed it so much. When do you think you can come back and join me for another studio session?” “Never! You have enough on that one recording, I’m sure.” “I could never have enough of you.” He bites his bottom lip, leaning in to kiss at your neck.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #suga x reader #suga x you

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bridgyrose · 3 years

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Alright, time for the post that no one asked for! Which ship had more development between Bmblby and Blacksun!

Gonna preface a few things first: I dont particularly ship either ship, so I'm going to do this with as little bias as possible.

This is only over the first 3 volumes, so anything after the fall of Beacon isnt taken into consideration right now.

And the rules are as follows:

First, winking will not be considered. Since people keep saying a wink isnt inherently confirming of a relationship, I'll ignore any winks and judge the scenes based on the content.

Second, scenes will be judged by whether or not you could replace any character and still get the same effect. (the more you can replace, the better in my opinion)

And lastly, since I keep seeing this coming up as well, the only evidence I will consider for absolute confirmation is of any sort of kiss in the first 3 volumes. Although, its going to feel a bit rushed and out of nowhere since the first 3 volumes takes place over 4-6 months at best.

Without further ado... everything will be under the cut.

Starting with Vol 1, after re-watching, there really wasn't any build up to either ship. Which, doesnt surprise me considering that Sun doesnt show up until the end of Vol 1 and the entirety of that volume is centered around introducing the characters, the world in which they live, and just general ideas on what it's like being a huntsman academy. But there are still a few scenes to note in vol 1:

Initiation: Its a quick blur, but you can see Blake rush across the screen once we see Yang walking through the forest. At that point, its safe to assume that Blake had already made her choice on who she wanted, which is further implemented with Blake helping Yang out with an Ursa.

Its safe to assume that between talking with Ruby the night before and seeing hearing how what she thought of Yang didn't quite match her thoughts.

Our next scene comes to Sun and his infamous "slow-mo wink introduction." As per the rules, I'm ignoring the wink and going straight off the content of the scene itself. Which, doesnt leave much. We know he pinpoints Blake as a faunus very quickly and he has some sort of infatuation with her, but the scene alone doesnt give us much.

However, that one does lead into the end of the Vol: Blake runs off from her friends and takes her bow off to finally show us her ears. At which point, Sun comments that he knew she'd look better without it. So that already shows that 1) Sun definitely pinpointed Blake being a faunus early on, and 2) he wanted to talk to her and this provided the right opportunity. Or... so he thought. Especially since the next scene opens up with him half complaining that they've spent 2 days together and all she's done is make small talk.

Which is all pretty on par for Blake. She then spends the next bit talking about her past, how she was pretty much born into the White Fang, stayed with it after it went from peaceful protests to more anger filled, until leaving Adam just a few months ago. After all of this, Sun asks if she's told her friends, to which we can assume she answers no to, you know, since she ran. Overall, it ends up leading Sun into going a bit gung-ho about helping Blake with the White fang.

Overall, Vol 1 did well to start putting together dynamics between Blake and her friends. Sun and Yang both make different impressions on Blake, both of which she ends up seeing as friends... for now.

Vol 2, is a bit of a strange one. Our first introduction to Beacon is Sun basically telling Neptune how cool team RWBY is, emphasizing a bit on Blake. Which does end up bringing us to the meat of the first half of vol 2: Blake worrying over the White Fang. Now, because of this, we dont see any build up between Blake and Sun or Blake and Yang while they go around town to figure out what the White Fang and Torchwick are up to. Sun makes a good point that Blake shouldnt go to the rally alone, and the two pair off while Yang goes to the club with Neptune.

Once the dance arc comes along, that's where things take an interesting turn. Sun immediately asks a sleep deprived Blake to the dance, in probably the most awkward way since he's trying to say the dance is lame, but would be less lame if the two of them went together.

Sun definitely cares about Blake and actively tried to help her calm down a bit. Which, ultimately, she never says no, just that she doesnt have time for a dance. So, I give this one a +1 in points for build up.

Then, we get to the burning the candle speech. Which, a lot of people seem to write off as either pointless or not build up. Personally, it gets a +1 in points on build up for me on this. First, Yang is absolutely worried about her partner, seeing her go down the same path she did when she was much younger. She immediately starts by telling Blake that she doesnt want her to stop, just to slow down and take a breather. And she ultimately makes a strong point: slowing down isnt a luxury, its a necessity.

This also end s up being the first time we see Yang open up and drop the party girl demeanor that she's had. She talks about her mother, someone that she doesnt talk to many people about, and just how much it hurt her to find out that Raven left shortly after she was born.

After an emotionally charged discussion, we finally see the point that Yang had been trying to get Blake to see:

And it finally does work. Blake slows down, takes a rest, and ultimately enjoys herself at the dance. Which, in her own words, she technically goes with Sun.

Overall, the dance arc in general gives great build up to both ships. Which ultimately is the end for the Black Sun build up.

Bmblby doesnt get much more build up in vol 2, the only other notable scene being the campfire where Yang, Blake, and Weiss start opening up a bit more to each other to figure out why each of them are becoming huntresses. Which absolutely gives a bit more foundation to the friendships they have.

Vol 3 ends up having most of the build up between Blake and Yang. The first major scene being after Yang was disqualified for breaking Mercury's leg. When Yang finally asked her team if they trust her, Blake is the only one who doesnt immediately say yes, instead, saying she wants to. Leading us to this face from Yang:

(yes, I know, captions are a bit off, deal with it.)

But Yang ends up being distressed by her own partner saying that she wants to trust, but doesnt yet. Blake ultimately ends up opening up about Adam, telling us how she used to trust him... until accidents started piling up. Eventually, she looks at Yang and asks her to look her in the eye and tell her she didnt do anything wrong. When Yang does, Blake allows herself to trust Yang.

Which then brings us to the biggest piece of buildup between the two: Adam. When Adam shows up, he starts using words like "my darling", hammering in that at one point, the two had something going on. He decides immediately he wants to hurt Blake just like she hurt him by leaving. But what really hammers in Blake's feelings for Yang, is the fear she had on her face when she heard Yang's voice not so far away... and right where Adam can hear her. It doesnt take long for Adam to look down at Blake, notice the fear, and then look in the direction of Yang, ultimately stating that he'll destroy everything Blake loves, starting with her.

Now, I know a lot of people will dismiss that as "it could've been anyone. If Sun had shown up, it would've been the same." And honestly, yes, it would've. This moment here is what solidifies who Blake ultimately cares about. Had it been Sun to come around, no doubt she'd show the same fear. But it wasnt him. Instead, it was Yang, who immediately found Weiss and asked where Blake had gone. And we further see her feelings for Yang cemented by the way she blames herself that Yang got hurt. The way she stays close, gently reaches for Yang's hand, the emotion of the entire scene after they get to safety.

Sun does ultimately care about Blake, and helps out where he can, but at least in vol 3, he had his own priorities of making sure everyone could make it to safety.

TL;DR: Both ships had a bit of build up in vol 2 and 3, although, the build up that Bmblby had outweighs the buildup that Blacksun has. Blake definitely had feelings for both, but ultimately, it took until Adam was a threat for her to realize the feelings that she had for Yang, and even then, she still wasnt entirely sure what they were until later in the series. At this point, the only reason anyone can say that Bmblby has little build up is due to either a higher bar for f/f ships (because, lets face it, everyone takes the wink from vol 1 as absolute confirmation for blacksun because its m/f) or they continue to deny that sometimes, there are multiple ways to show buildup between two people for a relationship and the slowburn route usually takes an emotional route over a physical route. And look, Blake has two hands. Take that as you will.

#rwby #rwby analysis #the post no one asked for #blacksun #rwby bmblb #bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #sun wukong

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obae-me · 4 years

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Hi! It said requests were open so here is one. So pretty much how the brothers would react to an MC who says "I love you" after they had helped them with something. Thats something I do regularly, like someone helps them and they respond with "Oh my gosh I love you, thank you so much!" Cause. Affection. Idk, i just found the idea to be cute.

This is such a cute idea! I hope I pulled it off okay, for some reason Belphie’s is a bit angsty because I like pain I guess, but most of it is fluff! Thank you for your suggestion! 💜

Lucifer

He openly admitted it caught him off guard at first. What he will never admit is how harshly the air escaped from his lungs. Or how quickly his mind went blank at the words.

He had simply brought MC some tea, noticing how hard they had been studying. Working day and night to try to catch up and understand topics demons themselves had spent decades learning. He was proud of them for working so hard. He settled the tea down by them, watching them beam with appreciation.

“Is that for me?”

Their question elicited an amused hum from him. “Is there anyone else in here?”

They wrapped their fingers around it excitedly, entirely grateful. “Ugh, thank you, I love you, I needed this.”

He had been lucky he settled the teacup down before they spoke. Had it remained in his hands, he most assuredly would’ve dropped it, or spilt the contents at the very least. He was not prepared at all. They hadn’t been down here nearly long enough to fall in love with him, right? Was he that alluring? He must’ve done something wrong, he was sure he had been focused solely on being intimidating. He didn’t remember doing anything in particular to elicit such a response. He was flattered, but...maybe--surely-- he had heard incorrectly.

“You…” He blinked a few times as he shoved his emotions into the back of his mind, the silent screaming in his head muffled by his usual calm exterior. “..love me?”

MC covered their mouth with their hands, recognizing his confusion no matter how hard he tried to hide it. “No, no!”

Well now he was a bit irritated, and secretly disappointed even. Were they playing a joke on him?

They stammered and turned more in their seat to look at him. “What I mean is, I just kinda use the term ‘I love you’ as a general term, not an…” They blushed, “..intimate one. I say it all the time to people, I’m really sorry for confusing you. I’ll try not to say it as casually.”

It was a bit unusual to hear something like that thrown around so often, it reminded him of his days in the Celestial Realm, love thrown around at the drop of a hat. The Devildom was a lot less...affectionate. He shook his head, any sign of his surprise now completely gone from view. “Don’t change a harmless habit like that for me, I just wasn’t expecting it. I’ll know now for the future.”

It takes him quite a while to get used to it, taking every ounce of concentration not to blush whenever MC says that they love him. Once he does get used to it, he’s fond of it and may or may not continually go out of his way to perform some simple gesture to encourage them to say it to him more often. It takes even longer after that for him to finally respond with “I love you too” making them stop dead in their tracks, heart fluttering, mouth ajar, much like he did that first day when he brought them a simple cup of tea. He relished the look on their face.

How such a human stirred up these feelings within him is beyond his understanding.

Mammon

He was an open mess when MC first expressed it to him. He’d done what? Just find a pretty rock on the ground? It was shiny and smooth, surely worth a fortune, but when he went to see how much it was worth, it was declared utterly worthless. So he gave it to MC--but only because it was useless okay?! It’s not like he likes MC or anything, that’s not what this is about. Obviously.

He handed it over, acting casual, like it was nothing. Their eyes lit up at it, watching it glint mesmerizing colors in the moonlight, reacting like it might as well have been a diamond. “Whaaat, it’s so cool, I love you, thank you!”

“Don’t say I never do anything for-” It had taken a few seconds to process, but once he realized the words that had come out of their mouth, he went frozen. Rigid. His other brothers might’ve called it a miracle. His jaw was open, his glasses had somehow slipped to the end of his nose, threatening to fall off. He didn’t even blink.

“I’m sorry, I guess demons aren’t quite used to that huh? I use it as a friendly term, I used to say it to my friends all the time back home.”

He was still as stone for a good long time, gradually building up the concern in MC’s chest the more he was reactionless. Had they broken him? Once he finally gathered his one erratic brain cell in order, it was like someone hit a sudden unpause. He quickly puffed out his chest with both his hands on his hips. The explanation they gave him went in through one ear and out the other, as he was still focused on the ‘I love you’.

“Don’t freak me out like that, human, but of- of course if you were to love someone, it’d be me, eh? I don’t blame you, it would be hard to resist the Great Mammon.”

He’ll get a big head about it, strutting around, bragging to anyone who would listen--not that he gave them a say on the matter--that MC expressed they loved him. Doesn’t matter if there were romantic intentions or not, MC loved him, and he wouldn’t let it go. He’ll ignore the fact that MC will say that to most anyone.

“Yeah, well, when they say that about me, it’s different!” Or he’ll put on an act. “Yeah? Not like I care about some dumb human!”

The more he takes time to know MC, the more possessive he acts, and he gets a little bent out of shape anytime MC says ‘I love you’ so casually to anyone other than him. Mostly because he’s greedy for it, he wants those words to be his and his alone. He wants MC to be his...and his alone.

“Oi, MC, you can’t just go saying that to anyone...It’s our thing...you know?” He’ll get endlessly teased about it by everyone in the household, but no matter how much he gets pestered about it, he still wants to hear MC say it.

Only if things get romantic between them, will he be vulnerable with MC. Whenever they’re alone, he’ll get in close, melting against MC’s touch. With MC he can feel these strange and addicting feelings. With his hidden insecurities coming to light, he’ll ask MC the same question every night. “You love me, right? Like...love love me?...I...love love you too.”

Levi

MC had been convinced they gave the poor boy an actual heart attack. Although, to be perfectly fair, almost anything MC does puts Levi in a tizzy. It’s not their fault, he’s just sensitive.

They had been playing games together, nothing too unusual. Together, MC and Levi, the Best Friend Duo, battled an intense match against other real players. It had been close, but with both of their talents combined (admittedly Levi doing a lot of impressive carrying) they managed to strike victorious.

MC felt a rush, their head tingling a bit. They had been on the edge of their seat the whole time, positively exhilarated when they won. “Whoo! That was all thanks to you, Levi! I love you!”

First, MC heard the controller clatter out of his hands. They turned to look at him, his face went completely red, his eyes flicking back and forth out of control, not focusing on anything in particular. He had a hand clutching over his chest. Then to add on top of that, he completely collapsed.

“Levi!” MC’s shout was loud enough to bring some of his other brothers to check the commotion. After a short examination, they declared that Levi was fine, just dazed and lightheaded, although the color in his face refused to go away for quite some time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I meant it in a friendly way.”

He’ll end up locking himself in his room for days on end after the event, trying to wrap his head around how ‘I love you’ and ‘friendly’ could ever be even remotely the same. That’s not how it’s supposed to go! It’s supposed to be like...like in fiction where both of the love interests are alone, finally having the chance to meet up under a pretty sky, possibly under strenuous circumstances beyond their control, inevitably forcing them to admit their feelings!

He’ll get over it, he always does, but when he comes back he finds out MC now deliberately avoids saying ‘I love you’ to him. They meant it for his own safety, truly, but his Envy is now rubbing away at his normal shy personality.

It'll get to the point where he can’t hold back anymore. “How come you tell everyone else you love them but me!”

“Because last time...you collapsed, and then went MIA for almost a week! I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. Is this not what you wanted?”

He ends up using his arm to cover his burning face. “I...I...I...I…” After several more consecutive ‘I’s, Levi finally tells MC that he didn’t want to be treated differently, he wanted MC to tell him that they loved him too. “Because I...lo..lo...lov...I appreciate you, MC!”

MC will chuckle a little, giving him one of his favorite headpats. “I love you too, Levi.” He doesn’t collapse this time, but feels his knees get a little weak. He refuses to remove his arm from his face because now there are fresh tears flooding from his eyes that he doesn’t want MC to see. He loves them too, so much his physical body can’t handle it. Even if he doesn’t have the courage yet to say it, he’ll tell them one day.

Satan

He’s quite angry with himself for how he reacted, which isn’t a huge surprise. He does wish he would’ve handled it better, but he had no idea those three words would be sprung on him so suddenly.

He’s usually quite down to earth, but not even the many romance novels he’s read--and if you tell anyone that he reads gushy romance novels, he will kill you--had prepared him for this. Where was the buildup, the slow rising passion before the eventual confession? Despite occasional temper tantrums and pranking tendencies, he’s truly an old soul. He’s a ‘my dearest, shall we take a stroll, and perhaps, should our shoulders brush, would you permit me a show of boldness, of passion, I dream for the day our fingers intertwine’ kinda guy. So MC’s ‘I love you’ was many chapters early for him.

He’d crossed paths with MC near the front door to the House of Lamentation. MC had just gotten back from RAD, being kept by Diavolo himself. Every one and a while, after classes, Diavolo personally checks up on them to discuss the program. Meanwhile, the demon of wrath was just on his way out, a full stack of books in his arms.

“Hey, Satan, where’re you off to?” MC attempted to catch his gaze behind the many tomes stacked against his chest.

“Ah, off to return these books back to the Library.” Some hair fell before his face, but with the absence of free hands, he utilized a puff of air from his mouth to blow the strands away.

“I see, be safe then, love you!”

The words caught him off guard, and with his focus distracted, his foot caught against an unfortunate crack in the pathway. He tumbled, the books in his arms scattering themselves all over the front yard. MC turned and attempted to help, but with Satan’s panicked scramble, he ended up smacking his head against MC’s.

“My-uh-apologies-I-” He stuttered while he frantically tried picking up the books, only to have some continue to slip from his arms.

“Here, use my bag,” MC opened the backpack that had been around their shoulders. It was already full of some textbooks and assignments, but it was enough to lessen some of the struggle. He gave them a small thank you as he slung the bag over his shoulder, the remaining stragglers tucked under his arm. He waited till MC went back into the house, and then he angrily tore the front gate off its hinges. He looked like such an idiot just now.

He knows MC means not much of it other than general affection, once he thinks about it. Alongside Lucifer, anytime MC now says it, he’ll act unaffected by it. The truth is, the never ending rage burning beside him magically subsides anytime those words fall from their lips.

If he works softly and intelligently enough, perhaps he’ll have forged a tight enough bond where MC can say it for real, and the fire in his soul can find some peace.

Asmo

Honestly, despite his over dramatizations and flamboyant nature, he’s the least affected out of all the brothers. Trust him, he’s had plenty of demons try to crawl their way back to him after a night of fun, insisting that they’re in love with him. So, he’s heard it a lot, and it’s not his favorite. That being said, he discovered that MC is probably the only one he’ll tolerate the dreaded L word with.

He’d sat there, working on MC’s nails, giving them one of his—as he calls it—Asmo-tastic manicures. MC appreciates the pampering, even if Asmo uses it mostly as an excuse to hold hands and get close to the human.

When Asmo was complete, MC looked down at their newly soft hands with beautifully decorated nails, feeling a bit closer to the demons now that they had matching manicures. “It’s beautiful, Asmo, I love you, thanks!”

His chest did flutter a bit, and he let out a stream of giddy giggles as he pressed MC into him for a hug. “MC, you’re so cute, I can’t take it!”

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t use the words ‘I love you’ ever, no matter what, but if MC was using it so casually, why can’t he, it didn’t mean much of anything right? He quickly turns a 180 on the idea, and says it as often to MC as he can.

“Bye, MC, love you, dear! You’re wearing the outfit I gave you? I love you!” But his new form of affection is now not just centered towards the human, it’s now directed towards his brothers as well. No one is safe. “You’re giving me this, Lucifer? I love you! Beel, a snack for me? I love you!”

He’s such a hype man, and the affection spreading throughout the House of Lamentation by his and MC’s hand is infectious. Even if they don’t mean to, simply Asmo’s added influence has the brothers saying ‘I love you’ to each other more often, which has led to plenty of entertaining moments. Mammon said it once to Lucifer on accident, which admittedly filled the eldest with a bit of pride, especially at seeing Mammon’s mortified face. Beel and Belphie have no problem saying it between themselves, although it leaves them softer than they had been in a while. But perhaps the most shocking of them all was when Lucifer sleepily mumbled it to Satan, who then parroted it back to him without thinking. Both were a bit flustered, but Satan was so angry about it he wanted to tear both Lucifer’s and his own tongue out. The two refuse to talk about it, but they were both a little softer to each other that week.

But why are we talking about the others? This should be all about Asmo! You know how when someone continually says something out of irony after a while they end up speaking it unironically? That’s what was happening to Asmo, much to his confusion and unfortunately his fear. He had never...loved someone before, not in a romantic way, it was too much commitment, it was too much...emotion. But the more he continued telling MC he loved them...the more he started to believe it. The more he noticed the little things about them that he couldn’t get enough of. So one day, he stopped saying ‘I love you’ altogether.

MC met with him in private, concerned over his new out of character action. “Asmo? What’s wrong, I noticed you’ve been...distant, which isn’t like you.”

Of course they would notice, they always did. “Oh...MC...I…” For once, he was actually shy, covering up his own beautiful face to hide, an incomprehensible action. He could barely speak, he was so...scared? “MC I think...I...I think I love you.”

Beel

He was second place in the ‘staying calm’ category when MC said it. He’s a family man, loving those around him is in his nature. So hearing MC say those words, he merely took it as a family thing, and he was all too happy to bring MC into the family.

He noticed MC had been looking just a bit run down, and so, he shared a single snack with them. They practically glowed, looking up at him with a heart-melting smile. “Thanks Beel, I love you, thank you!”

Suddenly the food he was eating tasted ten times better, and he had been fully convinced for a while that it was some magic spell MC put on him. He almost ends up crying. Honestly, it’s been such a long time since he’s heard words like those. He didn’t realize how starved he was for affection. He pulls them into a tight hug that lasts for several minutes. He let them go eventually, but only because he needed hands to eat. He continued to scarf down the mouth-watering food, although the ache in his stomach wasn’t as pronounced as it had been.

He ends up giving MC a little snack anytime they say ‘I love you’, because he finds them adorable, and his way of reciprocating affection is with food. He loves MC immensely, so it’s only natural he shares his favorite things with them. Only, he was unaware that he was more or less training MC and himself by doing this. In fact, it was unbeknownst to everyone save Satan, who is very aware of what Pavlov’s Theory is. Satan doesn’t say anything though, he wants to see how this plays out.

The more MC says ‘I love you’ the more they get rewarded by Beel, and the demon has now conditioned himself by associating food with MC’s tenderness and endearment. MC steadily increases the time they spend with the demon of gluttony, almost stuck to his side as often as Belphie. MC finds they can’t help but smother him with love and affection, which Beel can’t get enough of since gluttony is his sin. And Beel discovered that he always has some sort of treat on hand that he refuses to touch because it’s MC’s.

The day MC finally caught on was the day Satan finally intervened. He himself spent some private time with MC, and, much like Beel had for a while now, he gave MC an unsolicited treat.

They hardly looked at him as they instinctively stated, “I love you!” Then ended up pausing for a long time. Satan teased them mercilessly before he explained, and MC felt their entire body grow hot with embarrassment. However, they took this opportunity to do something for Beel in return. They prepared a big meal for him, texting him to bring him down into the dining room, just for the two of them. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the banquet, but for once, his first instinct wasn’t to eat. He wrapped MC tightly in his arms, tears almost streaming down his face. MC’s presence seemed to satiate him almost as well as a twelve course meal.

“I love you, MC! I love you so much!”

Belphie

As shocking as it is, Belphie reacted the most severely. Which if you actually take the time to think about it, probably isn’t that surprising at the end of the day. It was the last thing he expected to hear, especially after everything that happened.

All he had done was run into MC in the hall. Lucifer had called Light’s Out and anyone who didn’t want to be punished would be heading straight to bed. Since he sleeps all day, he was fairly awake at this hour, not to mention recently he had felt annoyingly restless. Finally free to roam the house like he wished left him wandering and wanting. There was still something he needed, but he wasn’t sure what. MC stepped past him to get to their room, already looking exhausted, a large yawn escaping their lungs.

“Heading to bed?” They asked him, and he still found it difficult to bring his eyes up to theirs.

“Maybe soon.” He acted nonchalant.

MC rubbed their eyes, gently touching his shoulder as they passed. “Okay, love ya, get some good rest.”

He was grateful MC had immediately walked into their room, because he wasn’t prepared for how extreme his body would react. He found the energy upholding his legs went missing, and he had to lean against the closest wall to keep from crumpling to the ground. He continued to try to trick himself into believing he didn’t care. They were a human, he didn’t care, why would he care? Why should he feel guilty for everything he’d done? He was a demon, a monster, he’d embraced that when he fell, or he thought he did. But...being around MC...it made him feel like he was back in the Celestial Realm, filled with hope, with love, something he was sure he’d never truly feel again.

He recalled before the inevitable fall what his dear sister had told him before his life had been shattered before his eyes. “Remember Belphie, I love you.”

He couldn’t hold himself up any longer, clutching his pillow to his chest as the hole in his heart he had filled with sleep and anger crumbled away. He pressed his face deep into the fluff of the cushion as he sobbed. His heart felt like it was stinging like wounds often do when they’re cleaned and healing. It hurt. It threatened to break him. He had tried avoiding feelings. How could MC be so nice to him after everything? What had he done to deserve it?

Beel, influenced by the magical connected emotions to his twin, left everything he had been eating behind to come get him immediately. The intense pounding in his chest worried him to no end, he needed to find Belphie now. He found the demon of sloth curled up on the floor of the hallway, convulsing and shaking from violently crying. Beel hated seeing his beloved brother like this, but on the inside he was secretly thankful. He knew Belphie couldn’t keep acting like nothing mattered, it wasn’t healthy. He was finally coming to terms with everything, opening the door to finally, after all this time, being able to move on.

The next time the human sees the youngest brother, they see that he’s a little more aware, maybe not quite awake, but mindful of the people around him. For once, he talks about what he’s going to do in the future, looking forward instead of repeating broken events of the past. He finds that being around MC, if they’ll let him, helps the feeling in his ribs hurt a bit less, that the personality he thought had been locked up was starting to escape. Life itself matters a bit more than it used to. He has to be ready though, because he can’t afford to cry in front of his brothers the next time MC tells him ‘I love you’. Even if they think nothing by it, it means more than the world to him. But as always, he’ll act apathetic about it.

He’s working on it though, and all because MC showed him a bit of kindness despite his unforgivable actions. All he needed was a bit of love.

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Angel Reyes x Reader

Request by Anon: If you are taking them, I have a request! The reader and EZ are best friends and she is close to Angel who secretly loves her. But once EZ joins the MC and the reader hangs around more, Angel gets jealous of EZ because she is hanging out with him, not knowing the reader is in love with Angel. Angel becomes distant from her but she stops by his place to talk to him because she misses him and so much possessive smut, bruises, hickeys 🥵 I love your writing and wanted to request ❤️

Warnings: language, angst, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of bodily fluids (male + female), unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I was just thinking that I need to write something for Angel soon and this request was perfect for that so thank you. Got some backstory and buildup to really get the angsty vibes going before we get to the smut. As someone who is a big fan of hickeys and the like this request really spoke to me lmao. Hope you guys enjoy!! xo

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If there was anything that could be said about being friends with the Reyes brothers, it was that it was never boring. You’d all been friends for a long time, having gone through life together from high school on. You and EZ had been in the same grade and became best friends almost instantly, and it was difficult to be friends with EZ without also being roped into a friendship with his brother, too. Not that you minded—the three of you always managed to have a good time together.

And the friendship you had formed with Angel was pivotal when EZ was shipped off to Stockton. Never boring didn’t always mean fun. But the two of you kept each other sane throughout the whole ordeal. You’d always gotten along well, but in those years that EZ was away you and Angel really fell into a flow with each other. You were practically living over at his place. The couch always had blankets and pillows on it for you just in case you stopped in and stayed the night, which happened more and more frequently as time went on, especially on nights after you took the time to go visit EZ. You wondered why Angel didn’t go as often, but you knew better than to pull at those strings. Even though you knew a lot about the Reyes brothers and their family, you were also aware that there were a lot of things that you weren’t privy to, and you respected that.

You’d gotten good at patching Angel up, physically and emotionally. Whether he was coming home busted up from whatever was happening with the club, or you came over to find him a drunken emotional mess because of what life had put him through, you had slowly but surely figured out how to help him through it. Your first-aid skills improved a lot in the years that EZ was away.

And, somewhere along the way, you’d fallen in love with Angel in the mess of it all. There wasn’t an exact moment where you could pinpoint that it happened. But spending all that time together, getting each other through the rough patches and celebrating together in the good times, really carved out a space in your heart that was reserved just for Angel Reyes. You kept that to yourself, though. You knew that if he felt the same way at all, he would’ve said something or made a move of some kind. It stung sometimes, but you knew that having him in your life as a best friend was preferable to not having him at all.

“He’s coming home next week,” he said, trying to ignore the pain of you cleaning out a cut he’d gotten above his eyebrow.

You nodded, trying to keep your excitement levels down, “I know,” you leaned back to get a better look at his whole face, “How are you feeling about that?”

He nodded, “’S better than him staying in fuckin’ prison.”

You chuckled, “That’s true,” you paused, knowing that there was a lot more going through his mind about it, “You talk to the club about everything?”

He cringed as you swabbed the gash with medical alcohol, “Yea.”

“How are you feeling about that?”

He sighed, shaking his head slightly, “You fuckin’ know,” he let you cup his chin to hold his head still as you pressed a bandage onto his cut, “He’s meant for more than this shit. I don’t get why he wants to come back to Santo Padre at all, let alone get tied down with the fuckin’ club.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly, “It seems to work well for you.”

He finally looked you in the eyes, “Don’t say that like EZ and I are capable of the same things, querida. You’re smarter than that.”

You sighed, leaning back and resting your hands in your lap, “Your cut should be fine. If it starts oozing anything you can sue me for malpractice,” you let the EZ topic drop, knowing it was a bit of an exposed nerve and probably would be for some time.

He chuckled, “Thanks. I’ll have my people get in touch with your people,” he stood up, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head before heading to the kitchen to pull something together for dinner.

The days dragged on as you waited for EZ to come home. Once there was a definitive end-date to his stint in Stockton, time seemed to move slower. You’d been spending more time around the clubhouse in general, but you knew that if both Angel and EZ were going to get involved with the club, you were going to need to get comfortable with all of it. You knew that you weren’t going to get to be in the know about everything, but you didn’t want to be a stranger either, or just “that girl who is always hanging out with the Reyes brothers”. The guys really didn’t seem to mind. You all got along well enough, and having the endorsement of being a close friend of Angel’s certainly didn’t hurt. It was a relief, and you couldn’t deny that it felt nice to know that you had a team of backup if something ever got that bad. Angel would go to the end of the earth for you, but having a small army never hurt.

You’d been cautiously optimistic about what life was going to be like when EZ was back home again. You loved him and you missed him, but you knew that he wasn’t going to be the same exact person coming back that he was when he went away. No one comes out after that much time the same. But in all of your visits, you could feel that he was still EZ in all the ways that mattered. He was just going to need time to adjust, to figure things out, to get his feet back underneath him. And that was exactly what you were there for.

He fell into things rather easily with the club. You knew that Angel was still conflicted about it, but there was no going back on it now. EZ was officially a prospect and Angel was officially his sponsor. No amount of deep sighs and eye rolls was going to undo that. The club was accepting of him, but they were still vetting him thoroughly. You couldn’t necessarily blame them, but you knew who EZ was and it made you a little biased.

EZ was open with you about what he was going through, and you were glad that the two of you hadn’t lost that over the years. He needed some consistency, some kind of anchor in the midst of all of the chaos, which was a role that you were more than happy to fill.

Late nights at Angel’s apartment started to give way to late nights at EZ’s trailer. You still saw the both of them a lot, one of the benefits of hanging out at the clubhouse whenever you could. But you knew that EZ needed some extra one-one-one time and you weren’t going to rob him of that because you had gone and let yourself fall in love with his brother.

You figured that Angel would be glad that EZ had someone in his corner. You knew that things were a little tense between them sometimes because of the club and you didn’t have any of that baggage to carry. You assumed that Angel would be happy to know that his little brother was being cared for by someone who really knew him and gave a shit about him. But it didn’t really feel that way.

EZ was on the opposite side of the bar from you, stacking the last few cases of beer that had gotten delivered that day. The two of you were laughing as you told him about some of the stupidity that was going on at your job. The laughter was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You both turned to see Angel standing there, hands shoved into his pockets.

“Pres needs you in Templo for a few minutes, Prospect.”

EZ nodded, wiping his hands off on his jeans, “Alright,” he walked around to the other side of the bar, giving your shoulder a nudge as he walked past you, “Don’t let anyone rob the joint while I’m in there.”

You laughed and shoved him towards the sliding glass door, “Hope they’re not kicking you out.” Despite the fact that EZ was making his way to the room, Angel lingered back for a moment. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to say something to you, “All good?”

He shrugged, nodding, “All good,” the expression on his face said otherwise but you didn’t get to push it as he turned and walked away, shutting the door behind him.

You were still there when the meeting was over, not that it took very long. Everyone dispersed in their own directions. Angel flagged his brother down, saying something quietly into his ear, eyes only darting over to you for a moment before he clapped EZ on the back and walked out of the clubhouse without coming over to say anything to you. EZ walked over, unaware of everything you were noticing and feeling.

He plopped down on the stool next to you, “Movie night?”

You nodded, smiling, “Absolutely.”

About halfway through the movie your mind was somewhere else entirely. Before you were able to censor yourself, you blurted out, “Is Angel mad at me?”

EZ looked over at you, clearly confused. He paused the movie, “Mad at you?”

You nodded, “Yea. He’s barely been talking to me the past couple of weeks and when he does it just feels…different.”

EZ shrugged, “If he is, he hasn’t said anything to me. I doubt it’s that, though. He’s been stressed with all the shit going on with the club lately. He might just accidentally be taking it out on you.”

You gnawed at the inside of your lip, wanting to believe him but not quite sure that you did, “Yea, probably.”

The next few days went by and it was more of the same. You felt like you were trying to drag a conversation out of Angel and he was coming up with excuse after excuse to dodge you. You tried not to let it get to you, but it was difficult. After everything, he was icing you out. And even despite that, your heart still sped up every time you saw him, hoping that he would walk over and things would go back to how they’d been for the last few years.

So you found yourself outside the door to Angel’s house. You knocked on the door for the first time in years—you never used to feel like you had to. But now everything felt off and you didn’t feel quite as welcome as you did before.

A few moments later you heard a scuffling from the other side of the door before it opened. Angel was in his jeans and a tank top, hair a mess, and your heart skipped a couple beats in your chest. You cleared your throat, “Can I come in?”

He nodded but didn’t say anything as he moved to the side so you could walk inside. You toed off your shoes and part of you wanted to plop down on the couch the same way you had so many times before, but you fought the urge. You did notice, though, that there was still the small pile of blankets and pillows taking up one end of the couch. It gave you a small sliver of hope.

“What’s going on?” Angel asked, standing in front of you in the middle of his living room.

“I just came over to talk…to see how you’re doing.”

“Oh?” he scoffed, shaking his head, “No pressing plans with Boy Scout tonight?”

“What’s your fucking problem?” your words were angry but the look in your eyes was anything but—everything just hurt.

“You just use me to pass the time till he got back out?” he looked like he was on the brink of tears, “Just come over here to fill the Reyes void until the Golden Boy was back?”

“Angel, what are you talking about?”

“You! Us!” he snapped. The word us hit you like a punch to the gut. You couldn’t force out any words, so Angel continued, “You spend all this time comin’ over here, making me think that you actually give a shit about me, makin’ me fa—” he stopped himself, shaking his head, “Then you just fucking drop me. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.”

“Angel,” there was a slight tremor to your voice, “your brother just got out of prison. Figured he might need a little extra support for a while. Why is that putting such a bug up your ass?” you saw him go to say something but you held your hand up to stop him, “And just so we’re painting the full fucking picture here—you’ve been dodging me. Every time I try to talk to you, you suddenly have something else to do, somewhere else to be. This is the first real conversation we’ve had in weeks and it’s only happening because I came banging on your fucking door,” you wiped away tears that you hadn’t even felt before that moment, “Sorry you haven’t gotten my undivided attention, but that’s just life sometimes, Angel. And, fuck,” you shook your head, “even though you’ve been acting like a real dick lately, I’ve still missed you.”

“I’m so fucking sick of coming in second place, Y/N.”

You stepped to him, looking up at him, “You’re not in second place. There are no places. That’s all up here,” you reached up and pressed the pad of your finger to his temple.

He gently placed his hand over yours, completely enveloping it, “I can’t handle you getting sick of me, forgetting about me,” his eyes met yours, “I don’t wanna lose you.”

You felt a lump forming in the back of your throat, “Then why are you shutting me out?”

He shook his head slightly, hand still clasping yours, “Easier leaving than getting left.”

“I was never leaving you, Angel,” your voice was barely a whisper, “And I’m not going to.”

He closed his eyes, leaning down so his forehead against yours. He took a deep, unsteady breath, “I think I’ve been falling in love with you.”

You smiled, bringing your other hand up so you were cupping both sides of his face as you pulled back a little, “You’ve got a really shitty way of showing it.”

He laughed, shaking his head before pressing a kiss against your palm, “Will you let me show it in a better way?”

Your heart was pounding inside your chest as you nodded. He instantly pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. One hand fell to the small of your back while the other rested on the back of your neck, keeping you as close to him as he could. Your knees felt weak as you melted into him.

He pressed the tips of his fingers harder into the back of your neck and you could feel the neediness seeping from his body into yours. You draped your arms over his shoulders, getting lost in the feeling of the way his lips moved in-sync with yours. A soft moan slipped out as he bit down on your lip.

He pulled his lips away from yours, letting you both catch your breath. He still had you wrapped up in his arms and you smiled, placing a gentle kiss on his jawline, “I think I’ve been falling in love with you too.”

With a quiet laugh he scooped you up off the floor, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. With what seemed like no effort at all, he whisked you down the hall to his bedroom. You laughed as he let you drop a few inches from his arms onto the mattress, a smile on his face as he situated himself between your legs, hovering over your torso with his lips hardly an inch from yours.

“You mean it?” you asked in a whisper as you reached up and pushed his hair back out of his face.

“Mean what?”

“That you’ve been falling in love with me.”

He nodded, his voice as soft as yours, “Every word,” he leaned down and kissed your temple before bringing his lips right next to your ear, “I just wanna make you mine.”

Your body trembled at the sound of his words. You let your eyes drift shut as what he said washed over you. “Do it,” your voice was hardly audible, “Make me yours.”

You felt him hum in approval, the vibrations against your neck sending a chill through your body. He attached his lips to yours, cupping one side of your face in his hand. You hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, and you felt him smile into your kiss. He pressed his lips hard against yours for a moment before he slid them down to your neck. His hands slid down your sides, resting on your hips as he bit down onto your neck. You moaned as he sucked on the sensitive skin there. He brought his lips to the other side of your neck to do the same thing as he pushed your hips down to the bed, effectively unhooking your legs as his hands started to undo the button and zipper of your jeans.

He pulled your jeans down, tossing them off to the side before hopping off the bed just long enough to undo his belt and push his jeans down to the floor. Once the denim pooled at his ankles he stepped out of them and was right back on top of you again, pulling your shirt off over your head as you reached and did the same to him.

He kissed you as his hands roamed all over your body, touching every exposed inch, every single curve. His tongue met yours as he gripped tight onto your hips. You moaned as he began to grind against you. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your head as he pulled out of your kiss, sucking lightly on your bottom lip as he did.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he kissed you lightly on the lips as his fingers looped around the waistband of your underwear, slowly sliding them down your legs.

He left a long trail of kisses and love-bites down your chest, stomach, and thighs. He draped your legs over his shoulders and you let out a shaky breath as he grazed his teeth along the inside of your thigh, biting down ever-so lightly before moving his lips between your legs. A moan fell from your lips the second he pressed his mouth against you, your hands instantly tangling themselves in his hair. You felt the vibrations against you as he chuckled at how quickly you became so needy. Every single thing he did felt perfect. The sound of you moaning his name filled the house as his tongue continued to explore every part of you.

He pulled his lips away from you and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He smiled up at you as he slowly slid his fingers into you, turning your whimper into a moan. Your hands dropped down to his shoulders, nails setting into his skin as you cursed under your breath. He kept his eyes on you as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of you, reveling in the fact that he was the one marking you up and putting that look of pure bliss onto your face.

You arched your back slightly when you felt him bite down onto your thigh, “Fuck, Angel, don’t stop.”

His voice was raspy, “You gonna cum for me, querida?”

“Y-yes,” you almost didn’t get the word out as you felt his mouth begin to work along with his fingers. Your legs tightened around his head, thighs clenching as you got closer to your orgasm, “Fuck, Angel,” you cried as you came.

He slid up to you, a satisfied smirk on his face. Your fingers trailed through his beard, feeling your wetness as he leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself off of his lips and tongue and you were about to get lost in that sensation alone until you felt him pressing against your entrance. You rested your hands on his hips and pulled him closer to you, both of you moaning as he slowly slid into you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, soaking up how he felt inside you.

“You feel so perfect,” he whispered as he slowly started to move his hips, “You’re so perfect for me.”

You knew there was no way to be closer to him than you were, but you wished that there was. You wrapped your legs around him again and cupped his face so you could kiss him as he thrust into you. He braced his forearms on either side of your head, caging you in as he leaned into you. you slid your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him down against you as you sank your teeth into the skin where his neck met his shoulder.

You heard him curse and you smiled as you placed a kiss on top of the bitemark, “You’re mine now, too, Angel.”

He pulled away from you so he could look you in the eyes, “Say that again.”

You gently traced the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip, “You’re mine, Angel Reyes.”

His lips crashed into yours as he picked up his speed. He couldn’t get enough of you, hands grabbing at whatever they could to try and keep you closer to him. You felt his rhythm start to falter—he gripped tightly onto your hips as he thrust hard into you a few more times before quickly pulling out of you before he came.

He collapsed onto your chest with a sigh. You let out a tired laugh as you lazily trailed your fingers through his hair, both of you attempting to catch your breath and get your hearts down to a reasonable speed. You could feel the reverberations of his chest against yours and in that moment you were sure that there no better feeling in the world. His fingers lightly traced over your skin and all you could think about was the fact that his touch felt like home. You let your eyes drift shut for a few moments as he peppered your neck and shoulders with soft kisses.

He shifted so he was laying on his side next to you, staring at you with a starry look in his eyes. You smiled over at him, rolling onto your side as well, “What’re you thinking?”

He smiled, kissing you gently on the lips, “That I love you.”

You felt your face get hot as you touched your forehead to his, “Yea? Good. ‘Cause I love you too.”

He laughed as he rolled and pulled you with him so that you were laying on top of him, your chest pressed against his, “No going back on that now, you know.”

You let your fingers dance down the side of his face, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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How would kiri or bakugo (or anyone you feel like tbh) react to a reader kinkier than them? Yan is into body worship, but she wants to use harsh nipple clamps. Hes is into humiliation, so is she, but she also wants to try some sensory deprivation. He's is into bondage, she wants mummification or cbt (with her doming). I cant stop thinking about their reactions to just how kinky I am, and knowing you youd twist it wonderfully! Sorry if this is too specific or a squick, but I couldnt stop thinking

So I wanna yeet this out of Yandere territory and into consensual, but maybe not safe or sane.

I’m thinking Bokuto.

Big, dumb Bokubabe.

And hooooooolsy crap what I cannot stop thotting about is cbt!!

(What to expect - NSFW, CBT obvs lol, consensual, ruined orgasms, hand jobs, orgasm denial, Bokuto being a trooper)

Just imagine tying Bo into a chair, wrists pulled back behind the back of the chair, legs spread and tied to each leg. Tight enough to cut into his skin if he moves too much, but he doesn’t mind, it just adds to the sensory experience.

His range of motion is limited to only being able to hunch forward slightly, which he does often, babbling with tears in his eyes as you edge him over and over, a ribbed, lubed sleeve wrapped tight around his cock.

Bokuto can’t close his legs, no matter how much they ache, no matter how much he twitches and whines and bucks his hips. Your grip on the sleeve is unrelenting, stroking him with it slowly, steadily.

The head of his cock is practically purple, shiny with lube, dribbling out sticky precum. You can feel it throbbing in your hold, pulsing and throbbing when he gets too close.

It’s easy to know when to remove your hand - Bokuto’s hips buck forward slightly, his cock spasms, and you can see his abs clench and tighten. He usually takes to throwing his head back, biting his lips as he cuts to stop the litany of loud, manly moans from spilling out.

But he’s trying to be sneaky now, trying to cum. He’s desperate, on the verge of tears, begging you so sweetly.

“Baby, baby please. Please lemme cum, I’ve been good! Lemme cum, wanna cum, please? I’ll-mmmhhmm ohhh-” He can’t finish his sentence, you leaning forward to pop the top of his dick into your mouth, immediately hollowing out your cheeks and sucking.

“Fuck, fuck! Gonna cum, yes, yes!” But then you pull back, withdrawing all stimulation and Bokuto cries out, hips rutting against thin air, a pathetic dribble of precum spurting from the tip. “Baby noo-oo! Please, oh god, I’m gonna die baby, you gotta lemme cum. I’ll do anything! I’ll eat you out, suck your tits, I’ll make you squirt, I’ll-I’ll....”

It was hard for the man to think straight, the constant tease of stimulation, the buildup of an orgasm, then the immediate withdrawal made his head spin, his tongue feel thick and heavy in his mouth, his eyes wet, chest tight.

“Babyyy!” He whined when you pulled the sleeve off his cock, giving the tip a cute little kiss, letting the lube and precum wet your lips as you giggled at Bokuto’s twitching cock.

“Bokie, you gotta be patient. If you cum without permission, I’ll lock you in a cage for the rest of the week, got it?”

The man whined again, jiggling his leg up and down in frustration at the threat. What he was going through was torture, but being locked in a cage? that was hell.

“’M’kay baby, ‘m sorry, just wanna cum really bad, so so bad.” He mumbled.

You ignored him, reaching to your side to pick up the vibrator you had pulled out earlier, watching Bokuto’s face as you switched it on. At the sound of the whirring, Bokuto’s head snapped forward, eyes wide as he took in the toy in your hand.

“No, no baby no, I won’t be able to last, we gotta slow down. I’ll cum, I’ll cu-hnnNNH!” His sentence trailed off into a choked sob as you pressed the tip of the vibrator to his fat balls, letting it rest there before slowly massaging over the fleshy spheres.

“Don’t cum Bokie.” You warned, watching his body closely so you could pull the vibe away the second his stomach started tensing.

He was shaking now, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clamped hard around his lip, so hard that a bit of blood was smeared onto them.

When he gasped out a breath, begging incoherently for permission, you shook your head, removing the vibe, watching the muscular man struggle against his binds fruitlessly, tortured cock bobbing in the air.

You repeated the process a few more times, letting Bokuto lose his mind, become a babbling mess as you slowly upped the vibrations, moving the toy from his balls, to the base of his cock, and then further upwards on each subsequent run.

But you never pressed it to the tip - that was his most sensitive spot, and you were familiar with his limits - if you pressed it there, he’d cum immediately, and you wanted to play a bit longer.

The vibe got switched off, tied to the side, and your husband let out a sigh of relief, although his muscles never ceased shaking, his body keyed up, nerves frayed.

“Alright, I’m going to let you cum now, okay? Don’t hold back.” You smiled up at him, hands coming to wrap around the base of his cock, loosely jerking him off as you watched his face.

“Ohhh, ohhh thank you, thank you baby, thank-than’ you.” He babbled, trying to shove his dick between your hands faster, encouraging you to tighten your fist.

With a nod, you took him in your mouth, sucking hard and fast right off the bat, determined to make him cum after denying him for so long.

It didn’t take more than a minute.

“Fuck, gonna cum! Yes! Yes! Feels so good baby ‘m gonna cum down your throat-”

But as you felt his balls tighten, throbbing as they pumped his release up into his dick, you pulled off his length with a laugh.

Bokuto writhed in the chair as his orgasm was ruined, the buildup so delicious but the reward so unpleasant. HIs hips worked furiously, cock slapping against his own stomach as he struggled through the ruined orgasm, the smallest amount of cum spraying from his dick.

“Ah! n-nooo!”

“Shhh, It’s okay Bokuto.” You reassured him, creeping closer to lay a hand against his cheek. Both of you loved getting him worked up like this, seeing him fall apart under your care. Bokuto knew the waiting was worth it, and that no matter how his cock cried for release, you’d make it up to him in a bit.

“Just a few more times, then I’ll let you really cum, okay?”

“Mm, Mmmhm, okay.” He nodded, eyes glassy as you took his cock in your hands again, fist tighter this time.

“I’ll untie you, yeah? That’ll feel nice. And then you can have me however you want, and you can cum however many times feels good.”

The promise had his mouth watering, fists clenching in their binds as he visualized grabbing you, fucking into you so hard that you couldn’t take a breath, could only gasp and clutch at his shoulders.

“You can push me against the wall... onto the floor, make me ride you..... I’ll do whatever you want Bokie, and you’ll feel so nice.” Your fist was squelching as you pumped his cock, feeling his balls draw up again, the man entirely gone with the picture you were painting with your words.

Your hands dropped his cock, and they went to stroking his chest, leaving him with another ruined orgasm that made the man whine and cry out in anger, frustration, completely overwhelmed.

“But not yet, I still wanna play with you some more.”

#bokuto #Bokuto koutaro #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#imagine #imagines #Bokuto x reader #Bokuto smut #lol #lemon #haikyuu lemon

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hornime · 3 years

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plsss do a nekoma ver of that toys hcs it brought me so much joy😩😩

HQ BOYS AND TOYS | NEKOMA

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, toys (duh), voyeurism, praise, cum-eating (?), vaginal penetration, oral (f!receiving), begging

characters included: fukunaga, kenma, kai, kuroo, inuoka, yamamoto, lev, shibayama, yaku

a/n: got kinda broad w the definition of “toys” here (handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, etc.) but i that was just to avoid being too repetitive. hope u enjoy anon!!!! <3

loves them and will use them even before you ask:

>> fukunaga: you bounce yourself silly on the dildo, sealed to the floor, rolling your pebbled nipples between the pads of your fingers and making the sweetest noises, desperate to get a reaction out of the man in front of you. fukunaga, sitting on the couch, faces you with outstretched legs, slightly rubbing his cock through his jeans with the palm of his hand. “looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” he notes, taking you by surprise. you look up at him in a silent plea to just touch you already, careful not to break his no talking rule. he considers your pitiful expression for a moment, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees, before falling back onto the cushions. “you look pretty like this. i’ll touch you, don’t worry, but i just wanna enjoy this view for a little longer.”

>> kenma: “you’re so fucking—ah!—lazy, kenma,” you gasped into the space between your foreheads, which were pressed against each other. “don’t even wann—ah! wanna touch me yourself.” he chuckles lightly at that, a small noise that morphs into a choked moan as the vibrations simultaneously touching you both increase. “yeah,” he grunts. “but you love it. and besides,” another wave of intensity sends you reeling, hands flying out to grasp on his shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. “this toy makes us feel a lot better than i ever could.”

never been super interested in them but will definitely try it out if you want:

>> kai: you were rolling your hips mercilessly, relishing in the way every inch of kai’s cock rubbed perfectly against you, making embarrassing squelching noises that only spurred on your movements. “shit, baby,” he groaned. the metallic clinking coming from behind him made it clear that he was struggling against the handcuffs you’d asked him to put on earlier. “wanna touch you so bad but these stupid fucking cuffs—” he grunted and your eyes widened in surprise as something bright and silver flew across the room. did he just...? kai brought his hands to the front of his body, gingerly rubbing his sore wrists and giving you a sheepish smile. “fuck, i didn’t know i had it in me to break them,” he admitted, grasping onto your hips to pick you up and drop you back down on his cock. “but when it comes to you, i guess nothing can stop me from getting what i want.” he took in your dazed expression, knowing that you probably were too fucked out to hear him, but he spoke regardless. “i think those cuffs’d look better on you, anyway.”

>> kuroo: “you sure this is good?” kuroo was crouched between your outstretched legs, ankles chained to opposite ends of a spreader bar, giving him a eyeful of your glistening hole. you nodded meekly in response to his question, not trusting your voice, especially with the predatory way he was looking at you. with your affirmation, he crawled forward and loomed over you, two fingers expertly plunging into your cunt. his pace quickened almost immediately, and you thrashed at the intensity in a weak attempt to escape from the buildup in your core. you let out a choked moan as he inserted a third, his other hand holding your hip down as it hopelessly tried to wiggle out of his grasp. “this pussy,” he grunted, “is mine. all fuckin’ mine.” at his words, your cum spilled over his palm, and he snickered as you whined in overstimulation. he brought his hand to your lips, prompting you to part your lips. “now suck.”

thinks using them means they’re not doing enough for you:

>> inuoka: inuoka was lapping desperately between your folds, anchoring your body to his face with the iron grip of his forearms crossed over your back. the sounds that were coming your mouths were obscene: his, muffled groans that shot spikes of pleasure up your spine, and yours, moans that were ripped out of your throat. he momentarily lifted you off of him, gasping for breath, revealing his unfocused eyes and dripping chin. “dunno why you bother with all those toys,” he breathed. “especially when you can use me. use me however you want. alright?” you let out a huff of yes, and he pulled your thighs back down, smushing his face between them, and got back to work.

>> yamamoto: “i’m the best you’re ever going to experience, admit it,” he mumbled into your collarbone, two fingers on one hand occupied with your pulsing clit and two on the other hand thrusting shallowly in the tight rim of your ass. “shoulda just told me you wanted this. no plug could make you feel this, good. got that?” you nodded weakly, and he groaned at the stars in your eyes. “would give the world to my good girl. would give the world to you.”

wants you to use toys on them:

>> lev: lev’s breath caught in his throat and his eyelashes fluttered against the blindfold as your fingers traced a path down his chest, lightly playing with his nipples. you continued further downward, spreading his thighs further. he whined as your hands left his body entirely, his inability to know what you were going to do next setting all his nerves on fire. “please fuck me,” he whispered. you settled your palm along the base of his cock, squeezing gently. he bucked his hips up helplessly, “please, please, please.” you smirked, wanting to tease a little bit more. you leaned forward until your lips were against his earlobe, nipping at the flesh. “only if you’re good.”

>> shibayama: garbled sounds were escaping the man in below you, drool slipping from his lips, stretched around the black sphere of a ball gag. you were furiously pumping your hand up and down the length of his cock, movements aided by lube and results of his past orgasms. “gimme one more,” you ordered, fiery gaze making him throw his head back, tears streaming freely down his face. “you can do that, right? gimme one more.” he hadn’t performed the safe action, so you kept fucking him with your fist despite his pleas and twitches of his body. a mumbled cry of cumming! had his muscles tensing up as he released on your fingers and his stomach. he could feel himself losing consciousness, eyelids losing their will to stay open, but heard your quiet whisper of “good boy” and the small peck you left on his nose before dozing off with a small smile.

>> yaku: "you really think a collar is gonna do anything? we both know who the better dom is, so why don’t you just—” you yanked harshly at the leather around yaku’s neck, cutting off his air supply. you wrenched his chin so that he was looking at you, his mouth set in a defiant line. “stop being such a brat. do you not want to cum today?” he scoffed at your words. “i’m not the one being a brat. you’re the one that thinks you’re the dom, but its actu-ah!” you sucked at a spot on his neck that had him keening and clutching at the bedsheets. detaching from his skin, you tugged at the collar again. “keep talking. we’ll see who’s begging later.”

#kinky.inky #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq yamamoto #hq shibayama #shibayama smut #hq yaku #inky.responds #fukunaga #kenma #kai #kuroo #inuoka #yamamoto #lev #shibayama #yaku

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therealvinelle · 3 years

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Vinelle (and muffin since I know they'll see this too~!), I don't know if you guys have made a post ranking the Twilight books and why (including Bree and L&D if applicable) but I'd love to hear your opinions! (also if you could rank the Twi movies from least worst to most worst and why that'd be awesome too! 030 hi key love your rants on the movies and would love to hear y'alls thoughts more on them)-Sw

You’ve caught us out, anon.

And thanks to you, we spent last night watching Breaking Dawn Part 2 so we could rank it. @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin hadn’t seen it at all, while I half-remembered it from years ago. A terrible time was had because that movie was unwatchably bad.

Since this ask was sent jointly, our answer was co-written.

So, without further ado, movies first:

1. Twilight

This is a bad movie, but it’s recognizably a movie. The scenes are connected, there are things it did well, and we could tell you what the plot is. The awkwardness, for instance, is very well done. The weaknesses are glaring, the main one being that the film never sells us on the characters of Bella and Edward, nor on their relationship, relying instead on the audience knowing they’re in love because- well, they’re in love.

Diving deeper into Edward and Bella, there’s an understandable explanation for this. Edward of the books is terrifying, and I don’t think there’s a translation to screen that could have kept the romantic atmosphere surrounding him that we see from Bella’s point of view.

Bella can listen to Edward eating Biology and how he explains that it means how much he loves her and not blink. An actual audience hearing that dialogue will have second thoughts.

Right out of the gate, Twilight has a very difficult task: Salvage Edward Cullen while still producing a somewhat recognizable character who will take the same actions (or near the same actions) that Edward Cullen did in the book.

In the effort to make Edward palatable but save some of his original character he loses his more terrifying lines (as well as his hilarious ego) but becomes weird, awkward, and vaguely creepy. Edward Cullen of the films is that weird, friendless guy in your high school who you feel kind of bad for but don’t want to eat lunch with.

Bella faces a similar transformation. Bella’s insecurity is completely removed (or else the screenwriters somehow failed to notice it). As a result, we get this strange antisocial girl who is too cool for school because she’s a stuck up bitch.

Between Edward, this creepy guy who sits next to her in Biology, and Bella, this girl who enters school too good for everyone else, we see no reason why they would ever be interested in one another.

In an attempt to make these characters likeable they made them both unlikeable and boring. The film series as a whole never recovers from this (indeed, the quest to make Edward look good keeps leading to stranger and stranger places).

It also forgets to explain why the Cullens live among humans, they’re attending high school… because. It’s a movie that explained to us all those terrible 2010 era memes and “still a better love story than Twilight”. And frankly, those memes were great, better than the movie. Case in point.

Everything is weirdly blue, which is atmospheric but also makes everything and everyone washed out. Everyone is super pale, so you have Mike looking just as vampire-y as Edward. However, it’s recognizably a movie. It introduces the characters, recognizes that the audience needs to be informed of things that are important to the plot, and most scenes are in some way connected to the plot. This is more than can be said for the other films, which is why it lands the top slot.

2. Eclipse

Eclipse earns its second place by process of elimination. The remaining three were worse. Eclipse also features Edward being cuckolded mercilessly, which is hilarious. Oh, and Victoria playing Riley, that was another beautiful scene.

Apart from that it’s just a deeply boring, borderline unwatchable movie.

Special shoutouts go to:

The opening scene of Riley getting turned, a ridiculous and poorly executed scene that served no purpose for the movie whatsoever.

Rosalie dropping her backstory without any context, Bella walks up to her and Rosalie launches into this horrific story for no particular reason. Both her and Jasper’s backstories could have been cut, as they served no purpose to the story and felt really thrown in there.

The many, many redundant scenes. The Victoria chase that ends with the Cullens and Quileutes squabbling could have been cut entirely. So too could the Seattle subplot with the newborns and Bree.

It’s a movie that isn’t about anything in particular, so it throws subplot spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks. It dutifully regurgitates the Jacob/Bella/Edward love triangle while also trying to convey that Bella’s about to lose her mortality, while also trying to introduce suspense and excitement with the newborns. It fails to execute either of these, and it also fails to tie them together.

3. New Moon

The movie that wanted to skip itself.

This movie had two jobs, show that Bella is depressed when Edward leaves and convince the audience of Bella and Jacob’s strong friendship. And apart the rotating shots and the occasional Stewart voiceover, the former becomes one of those “just stay with us on this one, guys” failures, and the second is failed on every level. Jake and Bella are much closer at the beginning of this movie than they were in canon, and a montage of Bella hanging out with her buddy is just that, it’s a montage of Bella hanging out with her buddy. It speaks volumes that Stewart’s voiceover has to remind us she’s depressed and Jacob is helping her heal, because there’s no indicator on screen that this is happening.

This, in turn, makes Bella/Jake as weak and unconvincing as Bella/Edward was in the previous movie. We just have to take on faith that these people are important to each other because that’s what we’re told.

There’s also the wolves, who are completely butchered. In the books, there’s this great mystery with bears in the woods, there’s Bella wondering why Laurent ran off, there’s build-up, then when we find out what’s actually been happening it’s a satisfying explanation, all the pieces come together really nicely. This is not the case in the movie. Meeting the pack is just weird in this context, because we never wondered who they were. Bella is randomly invited to breakfast, we meet Emily with the scarred face who won’t ever have a line again, and that’s it, these characters don’t become important to the movie in any way. It’s a pointless scene that could have been cut, much like so many other scenes in these movies.

Apart from that, the Volturi scene from the books is butchered so I hardly recognize it, and Alice, Carlisle, and Edward’s characters are assassinated to an impressive degree considering they were barely in the movie.

It was hard to watch.

It lands third place because somehow, Breaking Dawn was worse.

4. Breaking Dawn Part Two

I’ll just list the positives: the intro was very pretty and promised a better movie. It was also long, which we appreciated because it took away from the movie’s runtime. (This is not at all an exaggeration, a lot of the time watching all five movies was spent looking at the remaining runtime and groaning.) The Tommy Wiseau sex scene in the sex cabin was uncomfortable, but the fact that it would have fit perfectly in The Room made it funny. The Romanians were genuinely, unironically, great, because of all of Carlisle’s trashy friends, these were the only ones the movie didn’t try to convince us weren’t trashy.

This movie ranks above Breaking Dawn Part One because of the things listed above.

Apart from that, something all of these movies, but especially the last four, suffer from is that they don’t have plots so much as they have a check list of things to put in the movie before they can call it a wrap. This movie is the worst offender of that, and it’s made worse by the film’s expectation that the people are fans who already know what’s happening, and therefore don’t need anything explained. I’ll explain what we mean by that.

We get Bella waking up a vampire, and absolutely nothing is explained. If you don’t know what happened in the last movie then fuck you. Bella then goes hunting, we get the hiker, we get the mountain lion, she goes back to meet Renesmée, finds out Jake imprinted on her daughter, we get the sex cabin, the handwrestling with Emmett. The Charlie problem is introduced (poorly), only to be solved a scene later with emotional payoff that had absolutely no buildup. All of these things, and the rest of the movie as well for that matter, feels like we’re just crossing items off a list.

Since the audience is expected to already know the story, the story only bothers to explain about half of what’s happening, if half. Who’s the lady living with Charlie? If you don’t know, don’t worry because it’s not important anyway. When did Kate and Garrett fall in love? If you don’t care, that's understandable, because they’ve barely interacted in the movie. Who are the Amazonian women? Do they have names? Don’t worry about it. Did Alistair actually leave, if so did that have an impact? Well, Bella stared at a window for a few seconds.

Every so often the characters will start quoting the books, and it’ll be completely out of place because these movies veered off course long ago. Carlisle references his great friendship with Aro, a friendship that was only briefly mentioned at the beginning of the second movie. Aro randomly starts talking about how scary human technology is.

All of these scenes feel like Marcus is telling the story, he’s just listing events waiting for the story to be over, and forgets a lot of pertinent details because he doesn’t care enough to remember them. There’s no effort to tie these scenes together, no effort to build up to anything.

There’s also one significant failure, and this is a failure shared by all five films, but it affects the plot (I use the term “plot” loosely) of this movie which is why it gets a special shoutout here. Vampires in these movies look human. The fact that Bella has to ask Edward is Gianna the secretary is human says it all, because in the books you know instantly, there’s not even a question. This makes the Charlie subplot ridiculous, because Bella looks and acts the same as ever. She had a trashy makeover, maybe, but she’s still Bella. Watching her get human acting classes after we watched her act perfectly human is just silly. Now, we’re all for suspension of belief, but this movie just pencil drew a moustache on her and the audience is supposed to go “My god, Bella, I didn’t recognize you!”

We then get to the atrocious fight scene, which was somehow worse than I remembered. It was also oddly long for a giant fake out. This scene took significant run time and it turns out to have 0 effect on the plot. And when we get back to the real world, the tonal shift is extreme. You can’t go from Jane being choked, dragged across the snow and face eaten by a wolf to her standing around chilling. We could have skipped it entirely, just had Alice touch Aro’s hand, and he goes “Ah, I see, cheerio.”

The end credits were pretty funny, “here are these random characters with bit parts in previous movies, isn’t this nostalgic?”. Nice try, movie. The fact this came after an extended clip show of the great romance of Edward and Bella, through blurry montage images that failed to be convincing in their original films let alone this one, just made it even more hilarious. Hope you didn’t completely ruin the director’s career, though honestly you should a bit.

5. Breaking Dawn Part One

As you can probably tell by the above entries, the fact that this is the worst one is really saying something. All the movies were hard to watch, but this one required pure strength of will to power through.

The big issue is that Breaking Dawn shouldn’t have been split in the first place. However, it was, and that meant that we got a movie that was almost entirely filler. (Followed, somehow, by a movie that was also largely filler.)

We get everybody preparing for the wedding. What do Mike and Jessica think of Bella and Edward getting married? What’s that, you don’t care? Well, now you know anyway. We get the full wedding, as in the whole fucking thing, including the afterparty. We get Bella and Edward traveling to their island, and there’s filler in the filler where they go clubbing in Rio. We then get every minute detail of the wedding night followed by every minute detail of the honeymoon.

There’s fanservice, and then there’s this. This was live action fanfiction.

NOTHING that in any way is relevant to the story happens, the closest we get is Irina looking stoned. Too bad the Denali’ refusal to help out in Eclipse was cut from the last movie, in fact I’m not sure they were mentioned at all previously in these movies (I think maybe Edward had a one-line reference in Twilight?) so this means nothing to people who haven’t read the books.

We then get to the pregnancy arc, which could have been Rosemary’s Baby but is instead as outrageously boring as the first half of the movie was. The director must have realized as much, because he gives us Jacob’s alpha plot that should have been cut from the movie (yes, I know it was in the books, but the thing about adaptations is that things have to go. For the record, I think Meyer should have cut it too). That subplot was straight out of an anime, by the way. Jacob claiming his ancestral rights as alpha while listing off his titles and the soaring music, was… every shounen anime, ever. Complete with the shitty voice acting.

It was a soul-crushingly boring movie.

Something that screws over the last four movies is that they were made to feed the fangirls, and generate revenue because the producers knew the fans were coming to watch the books they liked come to life, so they just had to throw scenes from the books and into the movies and let the magic happen. This is a terrible way to adapt something.

Special shoutout too to having to watch Taylor Lautner run around shirtless in four out of five movies. That was very uncomfortable and none of us needed that in our lives, Lautner included.

Super special shoutout to the fact that we disagree with nearly all the casting.

And this isn’t the post for that, but all of the characters were butchered. Some more than others, and some more insidiously than others. It’s the big things, like Carlisle’s character being turned on its head since he thinks all vampires are damned, exactly the opposite of what he thinks in the books, and the little things, like Jasper and Bella being buddies who bicker fondly in New Moon.

Then the books:

1. Midnight Sun

HANDS DOWN. This is easily our favorite thing to come out of the entire Twilight franchise.

Edward is every kind of crazy at the same time, all the time, and it makes every single sentence packed with delirious entertainment. Reading this book is having a stroke, a psychotic episode, and watching five different true crime shows all at once. We adore every letter of it. (That’s no exaggeration, we even laughed about Edward capitalizing “Son” when Carlisle refers to him as “son” in conversation.)

The book was more than we’d dared to hope for, one of those rare books that makes you go “This was written just for me.”

2. Twilight

The one that started it all.

Vampires are wonderfully creepy. Things like Bella staring at Carlisle acting like the mundane town doctor shortly after learning just how old he is, Alice explaining how vampires kill all, and the uncanny valley perfection of the Cullens all add to the otherness of these vampires, and the general atmosphere of the book.

The love story is convincing. Edward seen through the eyes of Bella is wonderful, the red flags are there but if it weren’t for the books that followed we wouldn’t have decried the ship the way we do.

3. Eclipse

Breaking Dawn is the more interesting book, but Eclipse has less things we outright don’t like. We get to know all the characters better, Edward and Bella are their usual beautiful selves, and it’s overall peak Twilight.

4. Breaking Dawn

Would have ranked much higher, we like what it did. Without it we wouldn’t be in this fandom now, as it brought so much amazing content. The baby plot is fine by us, Carlisle’s friends are great, the Volturi confrontation is a beautiful, if bleak culmination of preventable events. There’s a lot of great stuff in this book.

Unfortunately, and there’s just no diplomatic way to put this, so I’ll just come out with it: there’s too much Jacob.

He no longer had a reason to be in the story, given the way Eclipse ended he had every reason not to be in it. In spite of that we get an entire third of the book from his point of view, and then damned if he’s not shoehorned into the last third as well. He added absolutely nothing to the story, he was just there taking up space and being possessive of a toddler. His POV section was tough to get through, and his presence in book three was just painful. He should have been cut.

5. New Moon

This was the book we had to power through. There are some very good things in it, most notably the Volturi scene, but the Muffin and I enjoy Twilight for the vampires, and that makes Laurent and Hallucination!Edward the highlights of the part of the book where Edward is gone.

There’s also the fact that Jacob isn’t a very compelling character. He has to carry the book now that the Cullens aren’t doing it, and he simply isn’t up for it.

Yes, we’re aware that these books are ranked according to how much Jacob is in them. We don’t even hate him, not at all, it’s just that he’s boring.

(That being said, the books at their worst are better than the movies at their best. Jacob narrating his perfect playdate with Renesmée would still be preferable to… I’m trying to think of a good scene from the movies. Hm, nevermind.)

As for The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner and Life and Death, only I have read Bree Tanner and I don’t remember it well enough to give a proper assessment. I was bored with the OCs, though, bored to tears, throughout that book I was itching for Victoria and the Cullens. We have not read Life and Death, but we’re offended by its existence so it ranks bottom.

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Kinktober #6: Senseless: Katsuki Bakugo

In which Bakugo fucks you *senseless.* Hardee har har.

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo / f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please), aged up characters, pro hero Bakugo, sensory deprivation, ice cubes, mentions of bondage, strong language

Notes: Day six! And my first dive into the wonderful world that is writing Bakugo. Lemme tell you, this man can get it any damned day of the week. Here’s hoping I’ve done him justice.

Today’s prompt is “Blindfolded.” Please forgive the terrible puns- mine, and... “yours.” 😂

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“Quit squirming.”

“Come closer. I can see you with my fingers.”

“Ow- I said cut it out!”

Not even the gruffness in Bakugo’s voice is enough to spoil your fun. You’d agreed to try this with him wholeheartedly; now that everything’s in place, though, you’re having trouble taking it seriously.

Considering the rocky way your relationship began, dating Bakugo has turned out to be surprisingly peaceful. He’s got a wicked temper, but to you he’s only ever gruff. A little grouchy sometimes, for sure, but that’s kind of what you liked so much about him. You like knowing about the soft side that he shows only you, especially when he spends so much time out there kicking ass.

Still, he’s not always very good at expressing himself. Or asking for things. Though he’s absolutely feral in bed, when it comes to trying new stuff, he tends to get clammed up and tell you to forget about it before he can even get the ideas out.

That’s why, when he’d actually suggested blindfolding you, you jumped at the chance. Now, spread out on your bed with one of your silk scarves wrapped around your head, you feel badly. He’s never going to open up to you again, if you giggle your way through this.

You let your hands pull back from wherever you’d accidentally grabbed him- mostly skin, with a corner of fabric somewhere by your thumb- and drop them back to the mattress. He’s already threatened to tie you up if you don’t keep your hands to yourself, but you’d never been very good at taking his threats seriously.

You take him seriously, though. Maybe it’s time to start showing him that.

“Okay,” you sigh, curling your toes against the blankets a little before letting your legs go slack. “I’m done. Promise. Have I mentioned how sexy you look tonight?”

You can hear his eyes rolling.

“That’s it,” he grunts, and the bed creaks as he climbs off it.

“Wait,” you plead. “No, come back. Katsuki, please.”

The bed creaks again, only faster this time. His knees part your thighs first. Then his hands land on your wrists, pinning them to the mattress. His nose brushes your jaw and then he nips at the crook of your neck, making you yelp.

You’re not sure if your senses are heightened, but the fact that you don’t know what to anticipate certainly makes it feel that way.

“Behave yourself,” he growls in your ear, and you’re not laughing anymore. Instead you mewl, arching your bare body up against his clothed one. He’s been nice enough to strip you down to your underwear before getting you situated, but you’re starting to wish he’d finished the job.

“I will,” you promise breathlessly, but he’s not waiting for you. Already he’s started to trail his mouth down the column of your throat, finding that tender spot between your collarbones and sinking his teeth into it.

“B-baku… Baby,” you whimper. Already his hands are starting to roam, too, tracing up your bare thighs. He snaps the strap of your underwear as you draw a breath and hold it tight.

“Who’s laughing now?” He chuckles deeply against your ear. His fingers dip under the hem of your panties and he teases them over the tender mound of your pussy. Your soles dip and press into the blankets at either side of him, and you push them away from you to let your thighs naturally fall open.

“Fuck,” he snarls. His fingertips are nudging further, now, pressing insistently between your thighs to swipe deftly over your slit. It’s not the first time he’s touched you, but it’ll never quite get old. You feel him coming, but you still squirm beneath his hands.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked. That’s what I thought, honey. Laugh all you want, but I know you love this.”

He keeps his face nuzzled right against the crook of your shoulder as one of his fingers presses forward, sliding indulgently into your tight heat. You clench around him and let your head fall back. It’s almost relaxing, to be trapped in cool darkness while he fills you with such heat.

“That’s it, honey. Lemme feel you, all stretched out for me. You feel ready for my cock already.”

“I am,” you whine, and if you could see his face right know you know he’d be grinning. He loves you like this, falling apart and desperate for him.

“Then I hope you’re ready to be patient,” he replies. His voice drops, deceptively tender. “Because you’re gonna be here a while before I give you what you want.”

You hate the lurch of excitement that promise sends through your chest. In the moment, you hate being teased. You don’t like being told ‘no,’ and you don’t like waiting for your release. But Bakugo’s good. He knows how to build you slowly- so slowly sometimes, you forget how far he’s brought you- until he throws you over the edge with reckless abandon.

And the higher he climbs with you, the harder you land at the bottom. It’s worth it. Every. Damned. Time.

He shifts, drawing his weight away from you. You almost protest, but you can hear his footsteps pausing a few feet from the bed and you know he’s not going far. When he comes back, he’s accompanied by another sound. It’s delicate and light- almost musical, but you can’t place it without any visual cues.

“Hold still.” The mattress dips as he sits down on its edge, placing whatever’s making that sound next to him.

“What is that?” You turn your head, as if that’s going to help you at all.

He doesn’t answer, leaning toward you. You feel his hands clasp around your upper arms, and he tugs you toward him slightly.

“Sit up.” You do as you’re told and he reaches behind you, unclasping your bra. As he tugs it off your arms and chest you settle back against the pillows, the thrill of exposure sending goosebumps across your skin. He chuckles again- so one of you is allowed to laugh, then.

“Cold already?” He presses. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

There’s more rustling. You clue in a half-second too late.

Something frigid drips onto your sternum, rolling down your ribcage and onto the bed.

“Katuski, whaaaaah- hahh….”

The words die as your voice goes supersonic in response to the freezing dribble of the ice cube he’s pressed to your heated skin. He’s started in that tender spot between your collar bones, but the drips are already sliding into your neck and down your chest as the cube melts under his warm palm.

“You like that?” He’s purring now, prompting you, and you nod shakily because despite your better judgements you do. Despite your better judgements you’ve chosen this man as your life partner and despite your better judgements he continues to amaze you.

As you’re revelling in your choice of partner, he’s busy trailing the ice cube down between your breasts. He’s holding it tightly between his fingers- you can tell, they keep brushing your cooling skin. But when there’s not enough to hold, he just smooths his fingertips across your belly and reaches for another one.

The ice is melting fast under his touch- he’s always running warm- not that you mind. When he comes to you with the next one, he doesn’t waste time building you up to the sensation. Instead, he presses the divot of one cube directly against your nipple and covers the whole thing with his palm. You howl.

By the time the second cube is melted you’re trembling beneath him, both nipples hard and tender and pussy throbbing with heat. He’s peeling your underwear down your legs and you’re not sure whether you’re about to get him, finally, or another ice bath, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Never a dull moment with Katsuki Bakugo.

“You ready for me yet, honey?”

“For the last time, fuck, please, baby.” You don’t recognize the desperate sound of your voice, but you don’t care at this point. Any leftover vestiges of pride have been frozen away.

“Hmm,” he growls, bending close to distract you from the fact that he’s dipping his hand into the ice bowl one more time. You might cry. Two ice cubes and you’re already losing it.

“Want you cold and dripping for me.”

So it’s gonna be like that.

He pushes an ice cube against the swell of your clit- no warning, no build up, and you give a strangled sob of pleasure. Your hips buck and struggle against his palm, but you don’t try to push him away- it’s not that bad- especially not when it starts to melt and the glorious sensation of cool water drips down your slit.

“That’s better,” he hisses. His pants rustle as he climbs away from you, leaving you with fresh drips of cold water between your legs. When he gets back onto the bed, you can feel the warmth of him more powerfully than before and you know he’s naked.

He presses the tip of his cock against you and you both groan from the chest.

“Fuck, you’re freezing. God damn, honey, let me warm you up.”

He pushes forward until the head of his cock slips past the tightness of your entrance, then bottoms out in one smooth thrust. The contrast between your cool skin and his heated body is immaculate- you’re already clenching your muscles, wanting more of his perfect stretch.

“That’s it, honey. That’s it. Take all of it,” he mumbles. He grabs your thighs and settles into a graceful rhythm- smooth and steady, with the easy slap of his skin on yours punctuating every breath.

You reach down before you lose yourself in the pleasure, grabbing his wrists and squeezing tight. You’ll hold on to him until he’s finished with you- you can’t help but want to touch him. And you’re taking advantage of the fact that he’s decided not to tie you up.

“Fuck, you look so good on my cock, honey. Look at you.”

His voice is starting to break already. The buildup’s been bad enough for both of you. You already know you’re not going to last long, but the situation is intensified when his thumb settles over the cooled swell of your clit. The skin is rapidly warming again and he starts to rub you in gentle circles, doing his best to keep time with his pumping hips.

“That’s it,” he groans again. You’re starting to seize and tighten around him- your palms twitching over his wrists, your thighs starting to clench. You don’t even have to warn him anymore. He knows when you’re on the edge. Sometimes even before you do.

“Katsu-ki,” you whimper, pushing the last syllable of his name out alongside a tight cry of ecstasy.

“I got you, honey,” he rasps in an instant of tenderness, and he swipes his thumb urgently across your clit as his thrusts sharpen. “I got you. Let go for me, sweetness.”

You don’t have a choice. Your orgasm rushes over you in a tsunami of relief and pleasure. Your eyes squeeze shut in the pitch black and your hips rail down against his, throwing off his rhythm but making him snarl as your pussy convulses around his shaft.

As you’re coming down from the edge, he tugs the blindfold off your head and your vision is thrown into blinding light. Your eyes are barely adjusted by the time you realize that he’s not long for this world, either.

“Fuck, sweetness,” he pants, repeating the same thing under his breath and tossing an airy cry of your name with it. He drives his hips into you with backbreaking force and stops. Every muscle in his body drawn tight.

Then he loses it.

One of the greatest privileges he’s ever given you is pulling off that blindfold in time for his orgasm. He pulls a face like nothing you’ve ever seen, his jaw pulling tight as his brow goes slack.

Sometimes you’re so caught up in your own pleasure that you don’t even get to see it. But this time you get to look and nothing else. You get to stare in awe as the beautiful man above you loses himself. The warm burst of his climax fills you and you are full of him, body and soul. His hips stutter inside you as he forces a few shaky thrusts against you, and then it’s over and he collapses. His torso folds over yours as he buries his head in the pillow just over your shoulder.

Slowly, he goes soft inside you. Then he pulls out and rolls onto his side, breathless. Gorgeous.

After a long few moments of quiet, you break the silence. You stare up at the ceiling, grinning to yourself.

“Well,” you sigh, licking your lips. “Ice cubes, huh? Can’t say I saw that coming.”

Bakugo rolls over to silence you with a kiss and a snarl, but he’s smiling against you.

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