#i was gonna just ignore this because i fucking HATE IT when some anon makes me do the work
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"but go on and send me some links to 'big' and real pubs that are somehow trashing louis" FITF review by Alim Kheraj, the Guardian. A Harry fan. Walls review by Ashley Bardhan, Pitchfork. A Harry fan. Walls review by Alexandra Pollard, Independent. A Harry fan. All these reviews counted towards the metacritic score.
#i was gonna just ignore this because i fucking HATE IT when some anon makes me do the work#me: send me links#this anon: here are names of stories behind paywalls...look it up#but then if i did NOT answer it would be some kind of weird victory for you and i'm petty so....no <3#i looked 'em up and yeah!#these critics did not like louis's albums (yet some of those critiques came along with pieces they actually DID like on the albums#....you know like music critics tend to do)#for shiggles i said let me go and see what they feel about harry since this anon thinks they're full up his ass#and yeah a couple of them seem to love him? others don't seem to mention him? so???#interestingly some of them DO have shit to say about larries#and at least one of them has had some trolls on their ass on twitter about not loving louis enough#which i would think wouldn't be endearing in ANY way#anyway yes congrats#beyond at least two blogs i know of who say they're journalists yet don't seem to write for big pubs#you did point me to some legit publications' critics#and they did not in fact love EVERYTHING about louis's last two albums#i'm nosy enough to see what anyone thinks about metacritic being a valid answer about any question tho#and the jury seems to be out#but it seems to matter a helluva lot to you so...sorry i guess??#not sure what you need here#you win! some legit critics did not like louis's album!#perhaps coincidentally some of them do not like larries#i love that i can bury this kind of shit in a lot of random posts and you'll still come digging for it#so enjoy the break from tired tired sea#to be clear this is not the fic#the sad rad instead
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Heyy! I was wondering if I could request a satoru x reader x Suguru smut? With like, some bdsm mixed in yk. Tying reader up, satoru is a tease, and likes to make her squirm and ask questions he know she can’t answer because Suguru is fucking her throat. But Suguru is mean. Mean and tougher than satoru. He tells satoru to stop being so gentle with you, that not only do you deserve rough treatment but you like it. And satoru listens to him, of course. I just want them to run through me like a train😞
Also same mean geto anon (again lol) I’m gonna just sign off w an emoji now :3 -🍭
Hi Anon!
This isn't my cup of tea, it's my FUCKING jam!!
Summary: Gojo and Geto had been on a two-week-long mission, which hadn't gone as smoothly as Suguru wanted. He was pent-up and frustrated. So, of course, Gojo called you to warn you it might not be a good idea to come over. You, of course, did not heed his warning. The second you get home, you realize that you were screwed.
Word Count: 3,706
Warnings: BDSM, rough sex, oral sex, so much sex, degradation, teasing, the smuttiest of smut
A/N: Good God, Satoru x Reader x Suguru is my weakness!! I put my whole heart into this. Geto Suguru, teacher AU, is my kryptonite!
Part Two
She Likes it Like That
“Y/N babe,” Gojo said in a hushed whisper, “you probably shouldn't come home tonight.”
You cocked an eyebrow, looking away from the first year's training. “I'm sorry, did you just tell me not to come home. . .to our apartment?” The world ‘our’ came out like acid.
Gojo sighed overdramatically. “Don't say it like that. I'm trying to save you! Suguru is in such a bad mood.” You listened to him walking around. “I sighed out loud when I noticed the last of my mochi was gone. Fuck you for that, by the way, and do you know what he said to me?” You pinched at the bridge of your nose, waiting for the rant to continue. “He told me to shut the fuck up! For sighing!”
“What did you do to piss him off? Oh, and just an FYI, I bought you more mochi, asshole.”
“Oh—” silence, “thank you-I’m sorry, please don't return it.”
“Satoru! Forget about the mochi. What happened to Sugu?”
The mission your partners were sent on did not go as planned. Their hotel had flooded; it was not like they had time to consider sleeping. The higher-ups sent them to an abandoned mountainside village full of cursed spirits. Poor Suguru had to swallow dozens for nearly two weeks. Gojo had enough; he couldn't stand the pained expression on his face as he gagged the last spirit down. So he decided to Hollow-Purpled the entire village.
The second they got back, the higher-ups scolded the hell out of them. Chastising them, complaining that they didn't do a good enough job. After all their hard work, the time they spent away from home, from you. Those bastards dared to complain about their hard work. It sent Suguru into a terrible mood, one that was bound to end with either a fight or someone getting fucked into the mattress.
One thing about Suguru was that when he was pissy, things felt out of his control. He needed to take control back. Which meant he wanted to have sex. He would be rough, really rough, tying either you or Satoru up, not letting you go until he had calmed down. Or if one of you was fucked too stupid to continue, his eyes focused on the other that wasn't tied up.
“So please, just stay with Ieiri tonight. I'm going to lock myself in my room. Last time he was this pissed off, the both of us were so sore we couldn't move.”
“Ugh, fuckin’ whatever.” This whole situation wasn't fair. You hated how your boyfriends were mistreated.
“Yeah, just stay the—oh, hi Suguru.” There was a shuffling in the background. “No, I wasn't talking shit.” Satoru nervously laughed. “Look, Sugu—no, put down the rope—”
“Toru?” Panic for your boyfriend sank into your stomach.
“Hey! Wait a second—Sugu—”
Before any other indication of what was happening came through the receiver, the other line cut off. So you quickly yelled to the students you had to leave and took off. By the time you made it, you were breathless from running and realized that in your panic, you left your keys at work.
You picked up the spare key hidden under the doormat. Just as you were about to unlock the door, it flew open. You slowly blinked, looking up at a very irritated Suguru. The man radiated gloom and tension. He was in his sweatpants, and his hair was tied in a messy bun, and, dear God, he looked pent up.
“Why the fuck are you using the spare key?”
“I-I uh—”
“Ooooh~ there she is~!” a hand gently rested against Suguru’s shoulder as Satoru peered down at you from behind your dark-haired boyfriend. “There's our girl!”
It only took a moment to see that Satoru mirrored Suguru’s frustration and anger. Oh fuck. The key fell from your hand as you took a step back. Suguru was demanding and rough when he was pent up. Satoru, on the other hand, was a tease. He liked pushing you, making you cry. Both of them being in a pissy mood simultaneously, this was a nightmare for you.
“Y-You, I thought you were in trouble!”
“Oh yeah, no.” Suguru’s soured face slowly twisted into a smirk as Satoru licked his lip. “But you~?” Suguru’s hand darted out, grabbing you by the front of your shirt, preventing you from moving further back. “You're royally fucked.” Before you even had a chance to respond, Suguru and Satoru grabbed you, yanking you inside.
“Awe~” Satoru hummed as he trailed his kiss up the bare thighs he lay between. “Look at you~ trying to clamp your thighs shut.” Gojo’s fingers were buried deep inside of you. Finger fucking you to the edge of yet another orgasm he would deny. “But you can't, can you~? Suguru’s got you all tied to the bed, spread out for us to use you.” A muffled moan escaped you. “Huh? What was that princess? You gotta use your big girl words.” Satoru tilted his head, cupping his free hand around the back of his ear. “Oooh! That's right, you can't talk when getting your throat fucked.”
You gagged as Suguru's cock hit the back of your throat. He was quiet, his eyes shut in concentration. He looked so fucking hot, so focused on the feeling of your mouth. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he pulled in and out of your mouth, grunting softly as you hollowed your cheeks. But the more Satoru spoke, the more Suguru knitted his eyebrows.
“I bet you want me to stuff your pussy, too, don't you~? You want to be spit-roasted between your two boyfriends?” Your pussy twitched at his words. “Oooh~!! Your cunt just twitched. Is that what our sweet girl wants—”
“Satoru,” Suguru snarled, “shut the fuck up.”
“Well, excuse the fuck out of me. Y/N likes it when I tease her.”
Suguru tsked, pulling his thick cock out of your mouth. You gasped and coughed, spit and precum coating your chin. Between your pants and the gasps for air, Suguru went to what you thought would be a head pat. Instead, his fingers tangled in your air with a hard yank, pulling you up to look down at Satoru. His face was flushed, cerulean eyes wide as he looked between his two partners.
“Look at the fucking slutty face she's making.” The grip on your hair tightened. “You think she looks like this because of your pitiful teasing?” A shaky moan escaped you as he tightened his grip harder. “No, she looks like this because this little slut likes it rough.”
Fuck, you wanted more, to run your hands over Suguru’s arms, to grip his cock, urging him to keep fucking your throat. You were desperate to trap Satoru's head firmly between your thighs, forcing him to kiss and lick your clit. Instead, you weakly tugged at the purple restraints tied to both your wrists and ankles. Suguru had set up the rigging underneath the mattress, making it impossible for you to move. Meaning if you wanted his cock back in your mouth or Satoru’s tongue inside of you, you had to wait for them.
What made it more frustrating was the fact that you were completely bare. Not allowing you to hide the way your body reacted to Suguru’s dirty words. He was telling the truth. And the truth was behind your body's reactions. Gojo could see it in the way your tight entrance clenched around his fingers. He could feel your pussy drip around him, your wetness running down his knuckles. Suguru was right; you did like it; no, like wasn't the right word.
You fucking loved it.
Suguru could see the wheels turning in Satoru’s head as his eyes glittered with lust and excitement. “Satoru~ do you finally see it?~” The way Suguru purred his name had Satoru’s cock throbbing. “You see why she came home, even though she knew she’d get fucked?”
“Yeah, yeah, she's a fucking slut.”
“Yeah, she is.” A sharp tug on your head made you yelp. Suguru grinned, cocking an eyebrow at you. “You want it rough? Want me to fuck your throat so hard you cry, pretty girl?”
“Y-Yes, please.”
Gripping his cock at the base, Suguru slapped his thick meat against your cheek. “That's a good girl. Now open up.” slowly, you opened your mouth to him. Watching your tongue slip out had his tip angry, throbbing red. “Now,” he smeared the beading precum over your bottom lip, “say ah~.”
“Ahh~” The second that sound left your pretty mouth Suguru shoved his cock in your mouth. Your eyes stung as tears filled your eyes.
Satoru’s fingers had stopped their slow movements inside of you. His mouth was dry as he gulped. Suguru had been rough before, but this was a whole new level. His thick fingers wrapped around your Y/H/C hair, holding your head in place. His hips pull back before slamming forward, his ass clenching with the force of each thrust. Blue eyes slowly trailed over to your face. Your eyes were red, big tears slowly down your cheeks, and your throat was fucked. Satoru swore he could see Suguru’s tip bulging in your slender neck.
This was fucking hot. Suguru’s bare back glittered in the low light of the bedroom, a sheen of sweat beaded over his toned muscles. It was like watching a god fuck a mortal Suguru radiated a dominating power as he watched their girlfriend choke and gag on his cock. Satoru’s cock was so hard it fucking hurt. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft, jerking it slowly as he leaned down, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs.
The gentle kisses had you sighing contently around Suguru’s cock. Looking over his shoulder, Suguru sighed as he watched Satoru. His pink tongue was stuck out, gently teasing your damp folds. The sensation had you sighing around his dick, and that was not what he needed right this fucking second. Suguru wanted more; he needed it to relieve the tension in his shoulder. But that relief, the release he needed, wouldn’t happen, with Satoru teasing you like he loved to do.
“Satoru,” Suguru's voice was rough, “I just told you Y/N likes it rough.”
“Uh-huh~” Satoru’s voice was muffled as his face buried in your pussy, making you whine around the cock buried in your mouth.
“You’re not being rough enough.” Satoru pulled back, making you whine in protest. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want to come down here and eat Y/N’s pussy while I get my dick sucked?”
“No.” The cocky smile that was beginning to form on Satoru’s face was suddenly gone as Suguru reached his free hand down, wrapping his fingers in soft white hair. “I want you to fucking eat her cunt out like you fucking hate her.” Your eyes rolled back as Satoru was slammed back down into your pussy. The moan that left his mouth vibrated just right against our clit, making you cry out. “Ah~ fuck yes.” Your cries vibrated around Suguru’s cock, just the way he wanted. “That’s it, Satoru, keep it up.”
“Mmmmph.” Finally, having a picture of how Suguru wanted him to act, Satoru found himself motivated. Again, it might be because his boyfriend was tugging and pulling at his sensitive hairline. Yeah, that was motivating him. Fuck you like he hated you, he could do that. He was just as pent-up as Suguru was.
Fingers slammed inside your pussy, fucking in and out of your tight hole with a force and speed that had you crying out in pleasure. Your moans felt so fucking good, and the more you opened your mouth to cry, the deeper Suguru fucked your throat. He hit the back over and over again, his hand pressing firmly against Satoru’s head, pushing him harder against your clit. The two of you moaned while your mouths were being used; the sounds of whimpers, squelches, and gagging were like a symphony to Suguru’s ears.
Out of all the ways for him to relieve his stress, this was by far his favorite.
“Hah—fuck keep that up, Satoru, bring her right to the edge, then stop. I want her cumming with both of us inside of her. Fucking her so rough she has to call out of work tomorrow and Friday.” The thought of that had you pulling on your restraints. “Oooh oh, you like that? You like knowing the two of us will make sure you can’t walk or talk tomorrow?” Your muffled moans were quickly molded into gags as Suguru roughly fucked your face. “Yeah, you fucking do, you nasty little slut.”
Your mind was spinning as you felt yourself climbing closer and closer to your orgasm. The room was so hot and reeked of sex. It was all you could do not to allow yourself to cum right then and there. Satoru could feel it, the way your little swollen clit throbbed against his tongue, how your walls clamped down on his fingers. He wanted to send you over the edge. He was close to following you as he fucked his hips helplessly into the mattress, wishing it was your wet pussy instead.
One orgasm wouldn’t hurt, would it? You had been so good to them, allowing the duo to drag you into the house, strip you in the entryway, and tie you to the bed. Plus, on top of all that, they had left you alone for two weeks. You had to rely on that stupid vibrator Suguru insisted on allowing you to keep. That stupid toy was nothing compared to his tongue. Which was probably why he was bringing you to a mind-blowing orgasm in under three minutes.
Yeah, he was going to let you cum.
Curling his fingers up into your g-spot, Satoru fucked you as fast as his wrist would allow. Suguru instantly knew what was happening. From the way your eyes shut to how loud you were moaning around him, you were seconds away from cumming. If he was in a better mood, he might have allowed it to happen. Unfortunately, he wasn’t done with you yet.
“Stop.” Suguru scolded, pulling Satoru away from your dripping sex.
Both you and Satoru made disapproving groans as your orgasm slowly faded out of sight. “Doesn’t she deserve a treat? She’s been so good!” Satoru whined, licking your juices off his lips.
“I agree. Y/N does deserve a reward. But you need to give it to her in the roughest way that you can.” Suguru pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath. “Look at it this way. We get to blow off the steam while we make up for making her play with herself for two weeks.”
“Huh?” Those words struck a different chord in Satoru, and his cock twitched.
“Y/N, sweetheart, how often would you say you played with yourself when we were gone.”
You swallowed at the air greedily. “I don’t know, seven, maybe eight times.” Both your boyfriends shuddered, hearing the hoarseness of your voice.
“And out of all of those times, did you cum as hard as you do with us.”
“Not at all. They were all baby orgasms.”
Suguru shut his eyes, nodding his head. “See, Satoru, not only does our little slut like us rough and demanding, but we have to make up for those eight little orgasms.” When the dark-haired man looked back at Satoru, he saw a flash of white before your scream of shock and please bounced off the walls.
Suguru’s eyes were slightly wide as his brain tried to catch up with what his eyes had just witnessed. What he saw was Satoru balls deep inside of you. His thrusts were sloppy and needy, and fuck you looked as stunned as Suguru. One second you had been empty, pussy craving a cock deep inside of it from the denied orgasm. In the blink of an eye, Satoru was fucking into you more brutal than he’d ever fucked you before.
“I fucking told you, that toy was nothing compared to us.” Satoru snarled against the crook of your neck, digging his teeth into the sensitive skin. “Fucking stupid toy, not pleasing my girl.”
“Oh my—fuck, holy fuck!” You cried out, mouth wide open. Giving Suguru the perfect opportunity to get back to fucking your throat. The bittersweet taste of pre-cum had your mouth watering. He returned to the brutal pace he was in several minutes again.
“She needs that Satoru. What if we get sent on another long mission? She’s just supposed to suffer?” The thought of that had Suguru tilting his head, bangs falling in front of his eye. “You know what, I think you might be on to something. If we take her toy away, then we’d have to fuck her even harder the next time we get home.”
Satoru’s teeth sank harder into your neck as the tip of his cock slammed almost too hard into your cervix, making you scream around Suguru. “Exactly. Let me use reversal red on it, Y/N, please, baby.” You started to shake your head in a desperate plea to let you keep it. But Suguru’s cock in your throat made it impossible to do so. “What was that? Oh, right, you have your mouth full.” His lips moved against your pulse as his fingers dug into your hips. “Guess we’ll just have to say the way your clamping down on my cock is a yes in our book.” Your eyes darted up to Suguru, who had bought you the toy, for help.
“Mhmm fuck, yeah, I’m pretty sure she just hummed an ‘uh-huh’ around my cock.”
You wanted to argue, to fight against this rash decision, but you felt so good it was almost impossible to care. You were screaming around Suguru’s cock. Tears streaming down your face, leaving behind trails of mascara. They were both being so mean and rough. God, it was so fucking good. Who cared about a clit sucker when your throat and pussy were being fucked into next week.
“She’s close.” Satoru cried out, his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh fuck she’s hugging my cock so tight I’m going to explode Suguru.”
With blurry eyes, you glanced up at Suguru. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes shut tight. “I know, oh fuck I know, I’m so close, Satoru, don’t fuckin’ stop, make her cum, make her cum so hard.” Both his hands grabbed your face fucking your throat roughly as Satoru cried out, his hand pressing roughly on your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.
That was all that you needed. You cried out, squirting all over Satoru’s crotch, abdomen, and the mattress. Your orgasm set a domino effect between your boyfriends. Suguru followed behind you, his body hunched over you, his hands gently squeezing your head as he filled your mouth full of his thick cum. You weakly tried swallowing all of it, but that was somewhat difficult as Satoru extended your orgasm.
His thumb continues to rub your clit until his face scrunch up, mouth open in a feral growl. Satoru's orgasm hit him like a punch in the gut. He fucked all three of you harder, closer to oblivion. The headboard slamming against the wall as the restraint dug into your wrists was the only thing grounding you to remain on Earth. Satoru didn’t let up on the rough thrusts until he felt his cum dripping around his cock onto the bed.
The throbbing pain in the back of your throat, deep inside of your pussy was all the confirmation you needed that your boyfriends had fulfilled their promise. Never in your life had you been fucked so roughly. But it was a pain that you warmly welcomed.
After coming down, Suguru was the first to move gently. The rough hands that had been holding you in a vice gently held you as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth. “Lay down.” His gruff, gentle voice whispered as he helped rest you against a pillow.
“Oh fuck—“ Satoru lifted his head off your shoulder, “I haven’t cum that hard in a while.” He was so slow, pulling out of you, grimacing as you cried out. “Sorry, fuck I’m sorry, baby.”
You shut your eyes, listening to Satoru getting out of bed. You could hear water running in the bathroom as gentle fingers began undoing your restraints. “You did such a good job, Y/N,” Suguru whispered. “Such a good girl for us.” His praise had you humming happily as he made quick work of the rest of the ropes.
“Suguru, let’s order in, yeah?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
The next half hour was a blur of warm happiness. Satoru helped wash your body in a bubble bath before Suguru joined you, kneeling next to the tub, lovingly stroking your face and hair. After you were cleaned up, your hair brushed, and pajamas on. You crawled into your bed with fresh sheets and relaxed. Satoru and Suguru fluffed your pillows and brought you a cup of tea for your raw throat. When your dinner arrived, the three of you sat in bed together to eat as a B-grade horror movie played on the television.
After eating, Satoru left to throw out the take-out containers. “Mmm, thank you for letting us do all that,” Suguru said as he crawled into bed after his shower. “That mission, it was rough.”
“I’m always happy to help.” Your voice cracked, making Suguru frown. “Stop frowning,” you flicked his forehead. “I like it rough.”
The bed dipped, and Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist. “Y/N can handle it. She is dating the two strongest, after all.” Both you and Suguru scoffed, relaxing in the growing silence. “Oh, by the way, Y/N.”
“Yeah?” You yawned, snuggling into Suguru’s chest as he turned the bedside lamp off.
“Did you bring home my mochi?”
In the dark of the room, you heard a thump and Satoru’s whine before Suguru pulled the three of you closer to him. “Satoru shut the fuck up about the mochi.”
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I think a lot about jjk men being angry because their gamer girlfriend ignores them 😩
(sorry for the writing, english is not my first language
JJK Men x Gamer GF
a/n: Hello anon thank you so much for your request. I had fun writing this one. I really hope you like it 🫶🏻
( Requests are open )
Characters: Gojo Satoru / Toji Fushiguro / Ryomen Sukuna / Nanami Kento.
Gojo Satoru:
Satoru has been very busy with endless missions lately, getting home really late.
To ease your lonliness, you started gaming.
Well till it turned into addiction.
You were kinda mad at him for not making time for you or at least speak to the higher-ups to take some days off.
But you never talked that out with him, since you didn't have the chance to express yourself.
He surprisingly arrived early tonight, excited to spend the night cuddling with you while watching movies.
But he didn't expect you to have your eyes glued on the screen in front of you while gaming like a maniac.
The room echoed with the sounds of keystrokes and game music.
He jumped in excitement to surprise you but no reaction.
“huh? baby! Im hooome”
“hey” you smiled unenthusiastically at him and quickly turned your focus back on your game.
He raised his eyebrow, watching as you delve into your virtual world, a world seemingly more captivating than his presence.
Would try everything to bring your attention towards him.
He knows his touch makes you weak, so he leaned in wrapping his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head, wishing to draw your attention away from your screen.
“I missed you so much babygirl”
His attempt failed miserably, you just hummed in return completely ignoring him.
When his affection didn't work he started teasing you attempting to provoke you and get a reaction out of you.
“You sure you can play this game? I feel like you suck at this”.
When his teasing fell on a deaf ear as well, his frustration reached its peak.
His calm and amused voice turned into an annoyed tone.
“ARE YOU REALLY GONNA IGNORE ME FOR THAT STUPID GAME Y/N?” he would yell in an unusual harsh tone.
The question hang in the air as it left you momentarily stunned.
“Why the hell are you yelling?” you would question.
“Oh so now I got your attention?! I've been trying to talk to you for half an hour now and all what you did is playing your stupid game”.
His anger was very evident.
He would remove his blindfold throwing it somewhere in your shared bedroom.
“So you got mad because I was focusing on playing my game but you didn't consider that I'm probably the one who's mad because you're never home” you let out of everything, confronting him.
“you're comparing this stupid game to my job?”
Oh boy he fucked up, he didn't get the whole point.
After raging and snapping at you he would give you the silent treatment.
Of course his narcissistic ass wouldn't apologize first.
He's convinced that it's your fault even though he was offensive as well.
You would eventually say sorry and he'll show you his bright smile at the spot.
Both of you would talk things out and find a solution to spend more time together.
“so we good now baby?...can we cuddle?”
“yeah Satoru just lemme finish this round” you would joke.
Toji Fushiguro:
As much as he enjoys your giggles and the way you throw cute tantrums while playing, he HATES IT when you're completely engrossed in your game, oblivious to the way he's sitting there watching you.
Kinda paradoxical.
He wished to have you in his arms.
Or having you on his lap while making out.
But all of these were just thoughts crossing his mind cuz you don't seem like you're finishing your game any time sooner.
And that annoyed him to the core.
“y/n, y/n ?”
“HOW LONG IS THIS GOING TO TAKE”.
You didn't even hear him with having your headset on.
He's very possessive of you and he wants all of your attention to himself.
Especially when you started chatting with your friends, while playing together.
That shit was his last straw.
“Thats it...get your ass over here y/n”
You would look at him in disbelief.
Mouthing “my friends heard you”
“oh trust me I don't give A SINGLE FUCK” he would yell again.
You apologized to your friends and quickly paused the game.
“Are you out of your mind Toji why did you say that”.
“Why did you apologize to your friends while I'm the one you should apologize to”
He would stand up approaching you, narrowing his eyes, clearly pissed.
His giant figure making you take a step back, trapping you between him and your desk.
“Now what should I do to you for ignoring me for too long huh?” he whispered.
You started stuttering, his strong aura did things to you.
His narrow eyes piercing through you, sending shivers down your spine.
“I- I'm s-sorry” you gulped.
“What a good girl...now turn off that computer before I smash it and get your ass on the bed”
Well you had no other options, so you obeyed him.
Unless you want to act bratty which will result in him punishing the hell out of you.
Would spend the whole night cuddling you, literally smashing you in his strong arms, never letting go of you. 🫶🏻🥹
“But Toji I really need to use the bathroom”.
“Nuh-uh”.
Ryomen Sukuna:
Two possibilities, whether you're too bold or you're suicidal and have a death wish to test this man's patience.
They just released this new game and you're completely obsessed with it.
You would spend hours playing it, luckily Sukuna was busy with some things so he didn't notice the way that game took your whole attention and energy.
He wants to be the one taking all of your time and energy.
But when he does notice, oh god, run or pray for your life.
“y/n come here let me kiss you”
“one second!!!”
He would look at you in disbelief.
Cocking his eyebrow, while leaning back .
Even though your back was facing him, you could feel the daggers he was sending your way.
“I said NOW”
“Please baby, I'm winning be there in a sec-”
You didn't even get to finish your sentence when he threw your whole set up off of your desk.
Your eyes would widen in shock.
You don't know if you should feel sad that your whole gaming set up got destroyed or scared that you're the one about to get destroyed.
“You dare to ignore me.. that's bold of you y/n” he would say in his deep voice, making your chest tighten.
“I'll only allow this once, there won't be a second time... do you understand?”
You would nod immediately.
He would throw you on his shoulder taking you to your shared bedroom.
“You need to be taught a lesson after all”
Of course he wouldn't apologize that he got angry at you.
I mean, it's Sukuna we're talking about.
The next day, Sukuna would surprise you with a new gaming computer with complete setup.
You've never imagined him doing this gesture but you truly appreciated that the king of curse actually considered your feelings.
“I don't understand what humans find so entertaining in this game... you should try murder is much more fun..”
You would happily unbox it and place it on your desk.
“Now, Doll next time when I tell you to stop you stop immediately without any stupid excuses”.
Nanami Kento:
Would be home after a long day at work.
Brings dinner with him and expects both of you to eat together while talking about your day and future plans for the weekend.
Only to find you in a dark room, only your computer screen glowing.
“y/n I'm home darling!”
“oh hey there baby” you would simply say eyes still glued on the game.
He wouldn't think much of it even though you were used to jump on him, embracing him in a long hug and telling him how much you missed him.
But lately all what you've been occupied with is this game.
Would give you space, while he takes his time to shower, prepare the table for both of you to have dinner.
“y/n dinner is ready, let's eat”
“yeah yeah I'll be there in a sec Kento” you said, agressively pressing the buttons on your controller.
He would sigh and head to the kitchen, to wait for you there.
Half an hour has passed, an hour and you didn't show up yet.
“shit” you said to yourself when you checked the time.
You ran downstairs to find him on the couch watching TV.
You slowly approached him and sat next to him.
“ken-”
“you don't have to say anything y/n”.
Your heart ached because you know you screwed up.
He would ignore you, his eyes fixated on the big screen in front of him.
You would place your hand on his lap but he would reject you.
“Kento please”
He would start lecturing you.
“You know, that was extremely childish y/n.. I've been waiting for us to have dinner together since the moment I left the morning.. that's what keeps me going.. knowing that I'll come back home to find you..but you did what? you ignored me”
He would be really furious but he kept it to a low and cold tone.
No matter how much he gets pissed he'll never raise his voice at you.
You would look down, embarrassed and feeling extremely guilty.
“I'm your husband y/n , lately you're not fulfilling your duties towards me like I do to you..”.
He is a responsible man, and he believes in efforts from both sides.
You would end up crying.
And he'll end up apologizing even though it was your mistake from the beginning.
He hates seeing you cry, especially because of him.
He regretted getting angry at you.
Between sobs you managed to explain to him that you were trying to win an award by getting the first place in this game.
Would bring you to his chest, holding you close.
“shh I'm sorry.. that's okay. I understand. I'm sorry if my words were harsh”
Would wipe your tears.
Doesn't go to work the next day and spends the day with you while you teach him how to play.
Thank you for reading (♡ω♡ ) ~♪
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idk soft dom very tired jason todd has been holding my mind hostage 🫠 coming home after a long night and walking in on u devastated because u've been soaked for an hour (rip) but u can't make urself come so ur near / in tears when he finds u. i feel like u kinda hide urself from him bc he must be exhausted but also ask him to please help u maybe,,
hiiiii anon!!! sorry this took sooo long, university is kicking my ass. anyway; fem!reader, latino!jason w/ spanglish nicknames, vv soft, praise kink. i hope you like it!!! tagging: @mxonigirimiya @reveluving and @sems-diarie. also i guess this is a celebration because I JUST HIT 2K
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“fucking hate this city.” jason mumbles, lying to himself. if he truly hated gotham he wouldn’t be working so hard to defend it. he just hates how much the endeavor takes out of him.
still, he loves many a thing about gotham - principle of all, he loves that gotham has you. his one spot of hope, his angel of light who’s always smiling away in his apartment for him like a shining beacon in otherwise dark terrain.
but this time you’re not greeting his tired body at the door. you’re not shining that heart-melting smile in the kitchen. you’re not even ignoring his presence in the living room because your head is buried a book or focused on a show or because you’re agitatedly writing a document for work.
“baby?” he calls out, voice still distorted by the red hood helmet. he shrugs and takes it off. he gives an exhausted smile up spotting the clothes that you left out for him. it comforts him that they still carry a semblance of your comforting scent - it only makes him long to cuddle you in bed.
oh! the bedroom! he almost laughs at the idiocy of not thinking to check there, slipping on the pajamas expecting to find you having fallen asleep or gotten distracted from his earlier shout by scrolling through your phone.
he doesn’t not expect to see his pretty angel bouncing frustratedly on a fake silicon cock, wearing one of his oversized shirts, fingers desperately rubbing at your chubby clit. even in the dark with tired eyes, he thinks he can make out wet spots on the covers.
he doesn’t announce his presence with anything more than a cough and a click of the lamp; immediately your glossy eyes turn to him in embarrassment.
“you look like you need some help there, sweet thing.” he gives a tired smirk when your eyes meet.
“j-jay!” your voice cracks. “i didn’t - i thought-”
“were you waiting up for me?” he yawns a bit and walks his heavy form closer to you, arms caging you in as he leans over, green eyes admiring your trembling lips.
“had a bitch of a patrol - but clearly i shouldn’t have kept my baby waiting. let me make it up to you.”
“ ‘s okay. jay you’re tired a-and it’s late.” you sigh out, still stuttering from teetering on the edge of a high, foggy brain trying to be reasonable despite your boyfriend kissing down your neck.
“ay, cariño… how long?”
“how long?” you repeat, dumbfounded and he lets out a low chuckle.
“how long have you been trying to make her cum while i was gone?”
you feel yourself gush a little bit more at how jason refers to your core like its own person. you hesitate as he sucks a mark into your neck, threads of spit connecting his lips to the bruised skin.
“tell me, baby. don’t be embarrassed.”
“a-… an hour…”
“an hour? fuck, pobrecita… ‘m gonna take care of her now, aight? spread your legs for me.”
you do as he says, as always, gaining a smirk and a kiss to your clit from your act of obedience.
“she’s crying baby.” he pulls the soaked fake toy out and tosses it. he gives a teasing, unimpressed laugh, finger rolling over the soaking bud and making you whimper.
“heh. no wonder you couldn’t get off princess with that; i’ve gotten you too used to something bigger.” you hear the fabric of his boxers drop. “usually i’d use my tongue but you’ve gone and prepped yourself for me so well, mamita.”
“please…” you sniffle, still feeling bad for bothering him. “pl-please help, i don’t - jay, i don’t wanna wait anymore.”
he shushes you - his large, battle-scarred hand gentle stroking your cheek and the other guides his fat tip to kiss your warmth.
“sshh. i gotcha, sweetheart.”
“ ‘m sorry…” you whisper out still feeling like a burden for your neediness - lengthening his already difficult night.
“no. no te preo. don’t you be sorry. you did so good, mamita, y’know that? i should be thanking you for letting me have this sweet treat.” jason makes a loud groan as he inches in.
“fuckkk… i’ll take care of ya, sweet thing. you just relax and let me do everything fr’m here.”
jason loves to feel needed. if you need him, he’s there - no matter the cost or the exhaustion.
and if he gets to sink his fat cock into a soaking wet, tight little pussy while doing so - that’s just the cherry on top.
#jason todd x reader smut#jason todd#latino jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#red hood#x reader#smut#request#kirby’s asks🌸
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meet some of the pete's place regulars!
˚ ♡ ✧.* : ̗̀➛ requests by: two anons, @welight-theway, @crokitheloki, @hansensgirl, @buggy14, @leaderofthebadbitchbrigade.
✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚
this is a dark au/verse. minors need not interact. happy endings don't happen here.
𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫
41 years old.
6’2’’.
Suburban dad with a dark side.
Likes flashing the cash for a look as he doesn’t get much attention back home.
Never misses stopping by when he’s in town.
Has a type and it just so happens to be you.
Brings you gifts; new outfits, new shoes, gold chains, etc, every single time he visits the club.
Will spend the whole night promising you the world– and his wallet, if you just go home with him.
Top Three: Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Praise Kink.
𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐭
45 years old.
6’4’’.
Oh, what a nice man–
Warning sirens sound in the distance.
Danger! Danger!
The man will make you beg, make you cry, rearrange your insides, make you fall in love and break you down all within a night.
The man is all kinds of fucked up. But knows how to hide it well.
Under Lloyds employement so like, you can guess the kinds of fucked up.
Did awful things while serving in the army, brought some of that back home with him.
Protect you? More like slaughter anyone who gives you a momentary glance.
Top Three: Rough (Violent) Sex, Service Kink, Corruption Kink.
𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲
28 years old.
6’1’’.
Cocky motherfucker, hot and he knows it.
The embodiment of a hyper puppy.
Acts like he’s always got the zoomies whenever he’s in the club.
Annoys the absolute shit out of all the girls but he’s hot, so they deal with it.
Secretly a sweetheart but never shuts his mouth.
Gets a little too handsy when he’s had a drink– or five.
Always asking Pete to loan him one of his girls for the night.
Don’t get him twisted, the guy FUCKS. and he's NASTY about it
Top Three: Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Body Worship (receiving).
𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟
43 years old.
6’0’’.
Corrupt little wank, like’s to make Pete nervous when he comes around, but he’d never spill on the shady things as he likes the club’s views.
Talks big shit but you’ll find him in the VIP rooms on a Saturday night.
A little wrong in the head, but treat him right and he’ll make you scream.
Can get a little rough with the girls when he's had a few.
Tight with money so always tries it on for a discount for not opening his mouth.
Has a big cock and is smug about it.
Likes 'em on their knees with an wide open mouth.
Top Three: Daddy Kink, Corruption Kink, Choking.
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫
32 years old
6’0’’.
Troubled addict that’s in the club; Every. Single. Night.
Likes just to watch, girls kinda hate him in the club because he won’t even throw a dollar bill but will spend a paycheck on drinks and other things.
Spends money he doesn’t have, does the odd job for Pete when he’s in a little legal trouble which gets him the odd night in the VIP rooms.
Don’t underestimate him though.
Will have you crawling back for seconds.
While not the roughest by any means, get him high enough and annoyed enough, he’ll make sure you’re not walking for the next two weeks.
Top Three: High Sex, Overstimulation, Throat-Fucking.
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞
35 years old
6’1’’.
Idk, fam, somethings off about this one but we're gonna ignore it, okay?
Stares a little too long, kinda like he’s hunting.
Makes your heart race a little being around him– fuck or fight i guess. I know which I’m doing.
Tips nicely but never wants a private dance, likes to watch and drop cash at your feet after.
Weirdo tbh. It’s not like he ain’t got the money.
Sucks to be you if you decide to go home with him.
You ain't coming back, honey.
Top Three: Blood Play, Knife Play, Bondage/Rope.
*** if by chance, i have missed your req and you know you sent it before reqs were closed, please let me know asap so i can add it to this list!! thank u all sm for u patience. i love u all<33
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I AM THE ANON WHO ASKED FOR THE TRIANGLE IZANA-READER-MIKEY!
I loved!!
Could you make a reader who is Hanma's younger brother and started secretly dating Rindou? do the craziest thing you can imagine
Rindou Haitani
A/N : Had no idea if i should’ve placed this under Hanma or Rindou..
Hanma wasn’t very controlling of your life, letting you do whatever really.
As long as you didn’t get hurt physically or emotionally, Hanma didn’t care what you went and did.
What he was slightly controlling of was who you dated, Hanma might be care free about most things but he hated the idea of you dating someone from a delinquent background. Ironic.
Hanma especially didn’t want you with a Haitani, knowing they had a reputation for being “fuck boys” like Hanma had told you.
But you just wouldn’t help it whenever you had actually met them, especially the younger Haitani. With a twist a fate you two actually started hanging out, and somehow Rindou and you had started dating.
Of course, because of Hanma.. Rindou had agreed to keep it a secret.
Even Ran didn’t know, well.. not immediately.
Ran always finds out.
Rindou had accidentally scrolled on his gallery while showing ran an image and it was a picture of you two together with Rindou kissing your cheek.
The older had never gasped louder and snatched the phone out of the youngers hand.
Ran finding out wasn’t a big deal, he wasn’t going to snitch on you and Rindou.
But he for sure was gonna tease him. and you
But because you and Rindou started hanging out so often and constantly being together.
Rumors had spread, and they quickly got to your older brother.
At first, he just thought you were friends with Rindou. Hell, he didn’t even think you were gay really.
Then again he never gave it much thought.
“Hey, Hanma.” Kisaki handed the piss eyed tall figure a photo
It was in a private area , you couldnt really see Rindou’s or your face but Hanma recognized the two-toned hair and your (h/c) from a mike away.
Especially how you two were kissing, how Rindou had his hands on you.
Hanma had never been angrier.
It wasn’t because you got in a relationship without telling him, he’s done that to you before. It was the fact it had to be a Haitani.
At least it wasn’t Ran, but he still was mad at his ignored warnings.
Telling you more than once to avoid even flirting with one of the two, you were still his little brother.
He didn’t want you getting hurt by some fuck boy who was only there to play around with you, he’d hate that.
Calling you to meet him at home so you two could talk, you knew you were in trouble. Hanma always did that whenever you did something to piss him off.
You got home and opened the door, only to see Hanma sitting on the living room table like an angry mother.
Sitting down in front of him you waited for him to speak. “(name).” “Hanma.” you said nervously, trying to calm down your beating heart.
Everything you did this entire month running through your head. Confident that Hanma didn’t find out about Rindou, there was nothing else you’d really done
Your heart sank again Hanma’s next words..
“Didn’t I warn you about dating a Haitani?”
You tried to act confused but Hanma called your bullshit without missing a beat. “Don’t play dumb with me (name).” It had been a while since you heard his voice so irritated.
He honestly wouldn’t have been so mad if the Haitani’s were the one people he didn’t specifically tell you not to get involved with romantically.
Hanma walked over to you, grabbing your phone out of your pocket.
“Hey—!” You yelled out and stood up to snatch it from him. Hanma pushed you down and clicked around on your phone, hovering over Rindou’s contact.
‘Rin💕’ He held the phoen over you, knowing better than to stand up and try to snatch it from him.
“I’ll call him if you don’t shut up.”
You sat down and kept quiet, looking at the ground with a pout on your face.
“when did this start?” you didn’t respond to Hanma, annoyed with your older brother. He sighed, “I’m sure Rindou won’t mind answering then.” You stood up again and he made sure you sat back down quickly.
“When you took me to go pick up something you left at a meeting!” Hanma nodded, he honestly couldn’t care less. But he wanted to see you stressed because you disobeyed him.
“Right, how does he treat you?” you responded so quick Hanma didn’t even have a chance to blink.
“he treats me amazingly!” Hanma still wasn’t convinced, he wanted you to break up with Rindou immediately.
Eventually you convinced him to at least let you and Rindou date.
But everytime he came over, even if it wasnt for long periods of time or to just pick something up.. he showed his obvious dislike for Rindou.
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heya!!!
can i request kylo ren x fem presenting reader (doesnt have to be afab)
i have this idea where theyre like storming the resistance because they finally found them (lol) and kylo and his S/O show up with their sabers (and theyre like obviously together), and like everyone on the resistance base is like no fucking way 😀
idk i thought it would be funny for like leia to realize "oh shit i have a daughter in law" or sum o-o
IF THAT MAKES SENSE THEN UH THATS IT (its not imaginative ik im SORRRYYYY 😭😭😭)
A/n- heyyy, OMG I LOVE THIS ANON. Also sorry if I haven’t posted): been super busy but I’m trying to get through requests. I didn’t know how to end this off
Small talk
Fem!reader
“You found it, sir?” You asked him, your husband nodded and you smirked ever so slightly.
Everyone looked at him in shock, waiting for orders.
“Me and general L/N will go out to the base. Along with your squad for backup, just in case. He looked at one of the squad leaders, they all nodded.
“I am expecting general leia organa to be there as well, so be aware. Me and L/N will be going in by ourselves, and you stay outside, unless I say otherwise. Got it?”
The squad going with nodded along, following orders and beginning to prepare to leave.
You followed Ben to his personal ship, and he led the squad to the base.
“Kylo. Since your moms gonna-“
“I told you, I don’t want to talk about it. We are going to go in there, storm the base, and kill everyone in it.”
You sighed, a small sliver of you wished that you could meet his mom.
You grew up in the dark side, practicing and training since birth practically. Ben was 23 when you met him, when he became Kylo Ren.
Quickly, you both became friends. He took a liking to you for months, not saying anything until you said something first.
And now, you were about 3 years married, 3 years you both had dated.
You stood up when you had landed, he stared down at the helmet in his lap, thumb moving up and down on it as it stared back in his eyes.
You looked at him, putting a hand on his shoulder and a soft smile, giving him a quick kiss.
He stood up, putting on his mask and you both walked out.
He pulled out his saber, ignoring the many alarms. You pulled out your own. Men came rushing towards you both with guns and such, trying to shoot you both.
You blocked them with the sabers, stabbing whoever dared to do such things with it smoothly and quickly.
Kylo knew you could defend yourself, but he felt rage at whoever tried to do that. Shoot for him, not her! Idiots. He thought, as he sliced through the resistance members.
The doors started to close, you both glanced at each other and knew what to do.
———-
“How’d they find us?” Her voice was anxious, as she walked through the base.
“We don’t know. We think that someone is spying for them.”
“And it’s Ben and who?”
“The girl is known as Y/n Ren. They’re married. Apparently she’s some powerful general, no one talks about her because they’re scared. Of her and K- Ben.”
Her eyes widened at that. “Married? I have daughter in law? Guess I was never invited.” She mumbled, looking at the camera footage of you and Kylo slicing through the doors.
“Get everyone off of here. Now.”
The boy nodded, taking off and going to get everyone off.
She stayed, standing and waiting. Once everyone was off, she put up all the doors around the base.
“Ben.” She said, standing in front of him now.
You followed behind him, you threw your lightsaber up and down, and twirled it around. He gave you a glare, and looked back at the woman in front of him.
You stared at her now, and she looked back at you.
“Guessing you’re Y/n.”
“Don’t talk to her.” He said, voice threatening and modulated.
“Sure am. Guessing you’re-“
“That’s enough.” He said sternly, he didn’t want the small talk.
“What do you want, Ben?”
“It’s Kylo.”
“Take off your mask, Ben.”
He sighed, and did so.
“You were always busy. At meetings or stupid things. I hated it. God, I hated it. I was lonely, and it wasn’t until I found the dark side, until I found her that I wasn’t lonely.” He circled around her like prey, and she followed him around. His guard was up as always.
You watched the whole thing, in awe of him.
“You left me alone, it’s your fault. Everything is your fault.” He pointed the red lightsaber at her, tears welled in her eyes as she looked at his son.
“It was you.” He pointed it at her again, stopping his tracks. He stood in front of her, and stepped over to her.
#kylo ren fanfic#kylo ren x reader#kylo ren#ben solo fanfic#ben solo x reader#ben solo#adam driver x reader#adam driver#kylo ren x fem!reader#ben solo x fem!reader
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i'll do anything that you wanna
(hi! sweet @brownduck and a lovely anon sent in prompts to inspire this loooooong pre-relationship flatmate!matty moment. references to 10 Things I Hate About You (if you haven't seen it, go! watch it!). enjoy!)
flatmate!matty watching girlie wistfully sigh at some cute romantic thing in a show/film she's watching and now he's determined to do that for her. This could either be right before or right after they get together
Being super normal abt the idea of movie nights with flatmate matty, maybe this instance like riiight before you two get together 💔 cuddling up together bc that’s like, a totally normal thing that friends do, him nodding off onto your shoulder or vice versa……….
matty knocks softly on your-half open bedroom door, nudging it fully open with his foot when he hears your soft "come in!". he tries to ignore the little pang of tenderness that appears in his heart when you smile at him standing in your doorway; instead, he focuses on addressing the laptop open on your knee, its artificial light illuminating your pretty face. "sorry, darlin', didn't realise you were still working. i'll leave you be."
he makes to exit, but is stopped by your sudden protests. "no, no, i'm finished for today," you say, closing the lid and lifting the computer from your shorts-clad lap. you stretch languidly, and matty's brain shuts down for a second as your cropped t-shirt rides up and exposes the bare underside of your boob. "what's up?"
once he's regained control of his brain, matty shrugs. he swears he sees your eyes flick down to quickly gaze at his bare chest, brought to prominence by the movement, but he's probably just projecting. "just wondered if you wanted to hang out, s'all. haven't really seen you much this week. missed you."
your face lights up as you beam at him. you pat the space beside you on your bed, signalling for matty to sit next to you. at first, he's quite grateful for the seat, because his knees went weak at the radiance of your smile, but then it hits him when he plonks down next to you; he's half naked in your bed, breathing in the scent of your perfume and shampoo, next to an almost as half-naked you, lying on your side and smiling at him through your eyelashes.
fuck. he's so fucked.
you shift up to a sitting position and - almost tentatively - reach across to boop matty on the nose. he wrinkles it in response, trying his best to deflect how adorable he found it, which makes you giggle and reposition his glasses for him. "you know, healy," you begin, teasingly. "for a supercool edgy rockstar, you're very cute sometimes, wanting to hang out with little old me late on a friday night."
matty can feel his cheeks go crimson, and bites his lip to stop from - what? smiling? groaning at how cute you are? kissing you there and then? he's not sure. "oi, less of the teasing. i'm trying to be nice."
"sorry. you're very sweet," you say, snuggling into his side so naturally that matty thinks he might pass out. "and i missed you too. was gonna put a film on, if you want to watch it with me."
matty experimentally leans his head to rest on your own; when you don't protest, he speaks. "that sounds nice. what film? don't say fucking twilight, i can't sit through that shite again."
"shut up, it's a masterpiece," you say indignantly, peeling yourself away from matty to rifle through the pile of dvds in the corner of your room. as much as your closeness fucks matty up, another pang in his heart appears as soon as you move from him; loss, longing, loneliness. jesus christ, he needs to get a grip. "oh! here, surely you like this one."
matty crawls forward to read the title, not noticing the way your thighs clench together at his lithe movement. "10 things i hate about you? i don't think i've ever seen it."
"WHAT?!" you press the dvd to your chest in what matty thinks might actually be genuine shock. "how have you never seen it? you've had girlfriends."
"what's that got to do with anything?"
you sigh, climbing back onto the bed and sitting on your knees in front of matty, who moves to sit on his hands so he physically cannot rest them on your almost-bare thighs as he so badly wants to. "it's a rite of passage for any girl to watch this with her boyfriend in the first few weeks of dating."
"wh-"
"don't ask me why, it just is," you begin, sighing. "but seeing as you've gotten to your big age without being shown it by the multitudes of girls who've tried and failed to cuff you..."
matty raises his eyebrows at that, but he can't exactly deny it.
"... i guess i'll have to do it." you roll your eyes dramatically, but smile that radiant smile again afterwards. "you cool with that, healy? pretending i'm your girlfriend for the 90 minutes it takes to watch this film?"
matty thinks about what he could say here. why pretend? let's make it official. i probably imagine you're my girlfriend for at least triple the amount of time it would take to watch the film every day of my life, anyway. but he doesn't. he won't. matty's so in love with you that he'd marry you tomorrow, but the thought of telling you that and you not feeling the same (which is bloody likely) terrifies him. it hurts like fuck repressing his feelings for you all the time, especially when there's reminders of you all over the flat you share - your trainers lying haphazardly by the door, your books on every flat surface available, your shampoo next to his in the shower caddy, your perfume wafting through every room and getting him higher than any drug he's ever been on - but he'd rather keep both quiet and you in his life than fuck up the dynamic and lose you forever.
so matty plays it cool. nonchalant. he shrugs, keeps his tone light, neutral facial expression. "sounds alright to me."
your smile dims a little. fuck, was he too cool with it? did he lapse into disdain? maybe - your tone is cooler when you reply with an "okay". thankfully, though, it brightens. "but that's not an excuse for you to do the old putting-the-arm-around-me-to-squeeze-my-tit move," you say, with a look so mischievous it borders on flirty.
the panging in matty's heart is replaced by fluttering - god, what he wouldn't give to have you look at him like that all the time. desperate to keep it going, he retorts with an equally mischievous phrase, pointedly ignoring the slight agony of how easily flirting with you comes to him. "fuck's sake, what's even the point of me agreeing to this then?"
your cheeks tint pink. fuck. scratch what he said about the flirty look - that's what matty wants to make you look like all the time, flustered by his affection. before he can make a cheesy joke about him really taking the boyfriend role seriously in making you blush, you respond with a statement that genuinely leaves him dumbstruck. "fine, we'll compromise: you can sit between my legs and use my tits as a headrest, okay?"
there's not even a hint of humour or sarcasm or irony in your voice. matty blinks a few times before he regains the power of speech. "you being serious?"
an earnest nod. "what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn't let you snuggle up to me like that?"
jesus h. fucking christ alive. this might genuinely kill matty off, but why wouldn't he take such a golden opportunity? if he dies, he dies with his head on your tits - arguably a perfect way to go. "fair point, babe. alright. get the film on, then."
you hop up from the bed and run to your tv (matty tries not to focus on the way your bum jiggles in those illegally-tiny shorts you're wearing, and fails miserably). as you faff around with the dvd player, you call back to him. "there's wine under your side of the bed if you want any."
smiling to himself at the way you said "your side of the bed" so casually, matty reaches down and grabs a slightly dusty bottle of red. "fuck me, this is good shit! no wonder you've been stashing it in here, babe. are you sure you want to drink it now?"
"might as well, if we're on a date," you say with a wink, walking back to the bed and settling onto it. after wiggling around to find the best sitting angle against the headboard, you gesture to the space between your open legs. "get in, then."
"dirty," matty quips, but does as he's told, climbing between your legs and leaning back against you. a flush of contentment passes through him as he does; the two of you seem to fit together seamlessly, laser cut puzzle pieces made with the sole purpose of connecting together. "ooh, they really are comfy!"
that earns him a flick to the stomach, but you don't berate him (unbeknownst to him, because you like the feeling of him resting his head there). "ready to start watching?"
"sure, babe."
you tap the remote to start the film, matty opens the wine, and fake date night begins. you both manage to watch the film in comfortable silence - albeit interspersed with the odd chuckle, and a melancholy "oh, heath" from matty when patrick first appears onscreen - until kat is shown intently reading the bell jar, at which point matty cackles. "oh my god, she's you!"
"can't even argue with you," you giggle, taking the wine from him and taking a swig. "but shush, babe, keep watching."
how can matty be expected focus on the film, though, when you're there right next to him, all sparkling eyes and smiling lips and cheeks flushed from the booze? he makes an effort to watch it, though, because it clearly makes you happy - that, and he's actually quite enjoying it. but his eyes continue to flick to you, too, heart fluttering slightly faster every time he does.
more of the film passes, the two of you sharing wine and chatting quietly and laughing throughout. suddenly, though, you gasp and put your arms around matty, who puts his hand on your thigh comfortingly as an immediate response. he screams internally when he realises he's probably crossed the acceptable intimacy line by several hundred miles in doing that, but keeps his hand there when you don't respond, too hooked on the onscreen action to bother. "okay, we have to actually shut up now - this is the best scene in the film."
matty squints at the frankie valli song playing in the background, then at heath ledger holding a mic. "surely he isn't-"
"oh, he is." you readjust matty's head on your chest to lean forward as best you can, eyes unblinkingly focused on the screen. matty turns his gaze sideways onto your face, which settles into a dreamy expression as you wistfully sigh at patrick serenading kat. the previously-unseen longing in your eyes is crystal clear, even in the dim lamplight of your bedroom.
oh. oh.
matty fights to suppress the grin spreading itself on his face as the realisation hits him.
you find being sung to romantic.
this is good. great, even. some would say perfect, ideal, serendipitous. the very thing matty does for a living is the thing - well, at least something - that you want to be wooed by. what a fucking wonderful turn of events.
the rest of the film passes by in a blur. matty watches it, oohing and ahhing a beat after you do, but doesn't really take anything in. his brain is too preoccupied with going through the (extensive) list of love songs he knows and could sing for you - ones he's written (about you), ones he loves (because they remind him of you), ones he knows you love. so preoccupied is matty, in fact, that he doesn't realise he's now resorted to tracing patterns into your thigh with his index finger, nor that you're actively enjoying him doing so. it's only when the credits begin to roll that matty snaps out of his daydreams about singing to you, and even then it's largely due to you (reluctantly) manoeuvering his body off of your own so you can get up to turn the tv off.
once the dvd is back in its case, you turn to matty, hands on hips, adorably blinking the tiredness from your eyes. he notices, with a flush of something like satisfaction, that your t-shirt is all crinkled over your chest where his head has been. "so," you start. "how'd you find it?"
"good, yeah. interesting," matty replies, watching you as you climb back onto your bed and burrow under the duvet. he isn't lying. "that scene where heath was singing to her... that was definitely my favourite." again, not a lie.
"get under the covers, you're freezing- yeah, that's my favourite scene, too," you say, lifting the duvet up so matty can awkwardly slide under it with you. his heart flutters again as you yawn cutely, a fluttering which increases to a rave-level bass thumping when you wriggle close to him and lay your head on his chest, draping an arm across his stomach. the agreed 90 minutes of pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend is definitely over, but there's no way matty's going to protest you cuddling him for longer, not when it feels so right. "s'romantic."
"d'you think you'd like it if someone sang to you, darlin?" matty asks - it's a bit of a loaded question, but your sleepiness means you'll give an honest answer that you probably won't remember giving at all.
"mhmm", you say, clutching matty tightly as you drift off to sleep. "maybe you could..."
you're fast asleep before you can finish the sentence. matty just looks at you tenderly, his love for you practically radiating off him, and gently sweeps a stray strand of hair from your cheek. emboldened by the wine and affection, he kisses your forehead - a feather-light brush of lips against skin - before settling down to sleep himself.
sharing a bed for a night crosses the acceptable intimacy line so far it's practically on another continent, but matty couldn't care less right now. "yeah, angel, i could. i can," he whispers into your hair. "and i will, soon. i promise."
#hehehe#flatmate!matty#mads does writing#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy x reader#matty healy fic#matty healy fluff#matty healy#the 1975#matty x reader#mads muses#matty asks#fluff asks
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"healthy" doesn't always mean good in fiction. Eremika's unhealthiness is what makes the ship compelling and interesting. It's built into the core of the story. Also your "healthiest ship" requires ignoring that he emotionally manipulated her into keeping her mouth shut about his genocide plan and threatened to have her memories erased. Historia never expressed any interest in him that way. Men and women can in fact just be friends.
Ohh boy, you're bold anon, I have to hand it to ya.
Yes healthy doesn't always mean good, in fact it can actually lead to some very boring ships, but that is still a perfectly good thing to look for in a pairing.
In contrast unhealthy can be interesting, but mostly leads to abusive relationships that get glorified by the fandom in spite of their toxic nature, and in this aspect Eremika is no exception. These two are just awful for one another.
He headbutts her, call her names, tells her he hates her (I know he didn't mean it, but it wrecked her emotionally so my point stands) put her in a situation that could have gotten her killed, never confided in her regarding his plans etc...
She was an overbearing mama who constantly treated him like an incompetent child that couldn't do anything on his own.
What's compelling in a relationship with this dynamic:
"Eren eat your veggies!"
"Eren put on a coat, or you're gonna catch a cold!"
"Eren don't run you're gonna trip!"
Oh and don't get me started on this
She literally deluded herself for years into believing that everything he did was somehow tied back to her. Even Armin, Reiner and Berthold gave her the 🙄 look.
Also her entire character revolves around him and it makes her super boring and robotic. Even after he dies she spends her life worshipping his grave and dies with that gosh darned scarf on her neck. She only took it off once ( when she gave an ounce of development) before cruelly snatching it from the hands of a dying girl that was using it for comfort (something I'll never forgive her for).
She was originally meant to break away from him but alas, good writing died after 134.
Annd the story never revolved around them. Mikasa only became the protagonist in the last chapter out of fucking thin air and it looked soo forced. Lmao Hisu had more parallels with Ymir than Mikasa of all people.
The only time their relationship mattered was at the end of season 2, but after that we got nothing important.
Last thing on this dumpster fire of a ship... They're boring asf.
Like I know some unhealthy relationships that are toxic and all, but the characters have chemistry, and it can make up for the awful shit they can do to eachother. Eremika has no chemistry. I would rather watch paint dry than think about them romantically.
Regarding Erehisu... Have we read the same aot chapter? Or just the same conversation between Eren and Historia? Because I don't think so.
He emotionally manipulated her to keep her mouth shut
What? When did this ever happen? She chose to stay silent. Hell he didn't even need to tell her his plans, it was quite risky, since she could have snitched on him to the Mps and ruined everything.
He chose to confide in her cause he knew she wouldn't tell, cause she was the worst girl in the world who saved him, the girl who chose her selfishness over the world already, in that cave when she saved him, when she told him that she would always be his ally, that they were enemies of humanity.
She never wanted the future that she was destined to if she accepted the 50 year plan. She had accepted it for the greater good. Something selfless that only Christa could have done.
He knew that, and reminded her of who she really was. A selfish, normal girl like everyone else.
She was shocked by the genocide that awaited them if they followed Eren's plan but ultimately chose it over sacrificing herself and her future children. Totally in character, no manipulation involved lmao.
He threatened to erase her memories
Nope. She was upset so he offered to lighten her burden by erasing her memories if she wanted to. It was a proposal made out of empathy for her shock. No threats, where did you see em?
She was never interested in him
Say what you want about her feelings for him, interpret them how you please, but you can't deny a connection from which feelings could blossom. This meme perfectly sums up my thoughts about this:
Yes men and women can be friends, I just don't see it this way for Erehisu. Actually I could tell you the same thing for Eremika. Better as siblings lol.
#aot#attack on titan#erehisu#anti Eremika#mikasa ackerman#eren jaeger#historia reiss#man i had already written a much longer answer#but it got deleted#so i had to write it all again🥲#and made it shorter#so i probably forgot some other arguments from the og answer#armin arlert#reiner braun#bertholdt hoover
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♡⸝⸝nsfw alphabet: goo kim
cw: fem bodied reader + established relationship.
an: for anon. thanks for requesting shawty. *punches a hole in the wall* I GOT THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THIS MAN.
A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Not gonna lie, Goo seems like he’d be terrible at aftercare if you didn’t make it clear what you expected of him prior to having sex. Doesn’t matter if you’re dating or not. You’d be laid out on the bed, exhausted, a mess of cum and saliva then he’s just like… “I kinda wanted another round. When will you be ready to go again?” and then when you tell him you’re not fucking him ever again if he doesn’t treat you right after sex, he’ll start to take aftercare more seriously.
B - Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and their favorite body part on their partner)
Goo has way too much self confidence to pick one favorite part of him methinks.
I also think besides the typical boobs/butt/hips/thigh areas that most of these men are into, Goo probably is just really obsessed with the feeling of your skin ??? Kinda weird… but so is he.
C - Cum (anything related to 💦💦💦)
Goo’s top three favorite places in no particular order to cum are on your butt, on your chest or inside. Personally I feel like he has some strong swimmers which is why cumming inside is only a once in a while thing with you.
ALSO out of the Lookism characters, Goo will be the one who actually bitches about it if you ask him to wear a condom if you’re not on another contraceptive. In his head, if both of you are clean and in a monogamous relationship, why should he have to wear a condom? Like… Vasco might have a breeding kink but he’ll wear condoms if you ask him to because he’s a sweetie and Samuel is the type to just fuck you in the ass if he knows you’re not on the pill-
BUT GOO ??? A little shit. Probably says annoying things like ‘I’ll get a vasectomy after you give me a kid’. He’s probably stocked up on morning after pills specifically for you when he ‘forgets’ to pull out.
D - Dirty Secret
It’s not a secret that this man is obsessed with money. So it should be even less of a surprise when he tells you he wants to start an onlyfans or start doing x rated streams with you so he can get paid while fucking you. It’s the best of both worlds in his mind.
E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Goo has slut energy. He definitely has a lot of experience in the bedroom.
F - Favorite Position
Goo is open to all sorts of positions but piledriver or jockey seem like the ones he never gets tired of.
G - Goofy (are they more serious or playful in the moment?)
Can’t spell goofy without Goo-
If Gun is like an orca, Goo is a dolphin; both unhinged creatures who “play” with their prey before consuming. The only difference is that dolphins have a friendlier look to them. So yeah…he’s playful in a menacing way.
H - Hair (how well groomed they are)
Goo saw Gun shaving completely bare down there one time and now he does it too. But Goo likes having no hair down there so you can always see how big his dick is.
I - Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)
Goo has a flair for being unpredictable. So of course, the bedroom department is no exception. Sex with him is like a box of chocolates; you’ll never know what you’re gonna get. He has days where he’s really intimate and soft, days where he fucks you like he hates you, and days where he does both.
J - Jack Off (how frequently do they masturbate?)
Goo isn’t the type to masturbate because he’s horny; he does it when he gets bored and there’s nothing else that seems appealing to do. He more than likely takes pictures/videos for you while he does this because he knows you love getting videos of him nutting with the sound on.
K - Kink
I literally don’t care if canon said he’s more interested in money than women because I can’t even remember where that was stated. And even if you pointed out where it was said, I would just ignore it.
Goo is kinky, period. You could tell from the start that when he said he was kinky, he meant it and wasn’t just another fake dom who says he’s into kinky shit because he has a thing for choking. Like most healthy and functional relationships, it takes time for Goo to reveal his kinks to you in the bedroom. Sure, the two of you may have discussed them extensively prior to having sex but talking and actually doing are two different things.
Anywho here are just a few kinks that I automatically associated with Goo.
Roleplay/themed lingerie: it’s cringe but Goo gives me the vibe that he likes the sexy school uniforms the most. However he doesn’t care too much for student x teacher roleplay when you dress up like that; he’s more into acting out scenes where you’re some nerd who has to tutor a delinquent because it’s not too far off from his own days in school. Besides that, he likes bunny costumes, succubus lingerie, maid costumes, video game characters; you name it. He has the funds to splurge on some high quality lingerie for you whether it be costume themed or not.
Cock worship: I mean…I don’t understand how or why you wouldn’t want to worship that dick- but yeah, Goo is a big fan of seeing you take your time feeling him up and paying extra attention to his dick. Probably slaps your tongue or face with it for fun.
Goo is definitely a switch. How often he switches between dom and sub is going to depend on you though. If you want to dom him, then know what you’re doing because he is a BRATTY sub.
Exhibitionism: He wants to capitalize off of having sex with you; he has to be comfortable with people watching.
Cue trigger warning for knives: but uh..as a weapons enthusiast, he’d probably have a thing for using knife play; using them as a prop in the bedroom. He’s not gonna hurt you or anything with it because he prefers to have your skin be nice and free of scars caused by him. Goo is more into using knives as a spicier element of sensation play. So think of him just using it to lightly drag along your skin and just feel how cold the blade is. While roleplaying, if the scene calls for it, he’s probably going to cut your clothes off.
L - Location (favorite places to do the deed)
*cue Janet Jackson’s ‘Any Time, Any Place.’* Goo is the least picky about where the two of you have sex. He’s so unapologetically him…why would he feel shame for wanting to fuck his partner whereever he pleases.
M - Motivation (what turns them on and gets them going)
I think if Goo sees you just lounging around or minding your business, he has this compulsion to go bug you and a lot of times you’ll find yourself with his dick inside you.
N - NO (what turns them off or something they’re strongly against)
Goo is probably turned off by someone who doesn’t know how to stand their ground. Like, he’s adventurous and all sorts of wild in and out of the bedroom; he doesn’t expect you to do everything he wants to do so you should be at least able to tell him what you don’t like.
O - Oral (preference for giving or receiving, skill level)
Goo is definitely a fan of the 69 position so he’s able to give and receive at the same time. He more than likely turns it into a game to see who can make who cum faster.
Like I said earlier, he has slut energy; he’s pretty skilled in this department.
P - Pace
Much like intimacy, you never know if Goo is gonna fuck you slowly and passionately or if he’s gonna give it to you fast and rough.
Q - Quickie (opinions on them/how often)
Surprisingly, Goo is not the biggest fan of quickies. He’ll indulge every now and then when he really wants to get his dick wet; but most cases, he doesn’t like being rushed or interrupted.
R - Risk (do they like to experiment or take risks?)
Duh…to both risk taking and experimenting. Goo will only do whatever you feel comfortable with; mutual pleasure is important to him.
S - Stamina (how long do they last? How many rounds would they like to go for?)
Like a good majority of Lookism men, that physical endurance is no joke. How many rounds he goes for is always random. Sometimes the two of you will have one round that’s a max of fifteen minutes before he comes back an hour later wanting more. Other times he’ll fuck for hours on end.
T - Toy (how do they feel about using them?)
Lookism’s number one toy enthusiast probably. More than likely is a shareholder for a sex toy company.
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Big sadist energy over here just like Gun; except he’s actually playful when teasing you. Like…yes, he’s teasing you to the point of tears but you’re also just frustrated with how annoying he is.
V - Volume (how loud they are and what sounds do they make?)
You can’t tell me that Goo doesn’t love to talk dirty and moan into your ear LIKE A WHORE.
W - Wild Card
Goo is the wildcard. What do you mean-
I say Goo has slut energy but like…it’s a joke. Kinda. It’s more accurate to say he has retired and reformed slut energy. He was wild and horny before, settling for any kind of sex but now, he has some particular interests that can’t be satiated by just anyone. Just because he’s kinky doesn’t mean sex is constantly on his mind.
X - X-Ray (what’s in those pants?)
Goo knows his dick is not only big, it’s pretty. Which is exactly why he expects you to worship it. I think when he gets hard there’s one or two prominent veins on the underside that have him going feral if you touch them.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Now… Goo might seem like some sort of sexual deviant and constantly trying to get it on but that’s not the case at all. Goo is more the type who spends a lot of time working hard so he can play harder. His sexual appetite is fairly normal.
Z ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 - (how quickly they fall asleep after.)
This man is not going to bed after sex unless you’ve cracked the mystery on how to wear him out. (the secret to wearing him out is overstimulation but you have to be crafty with it)
summary: Goo is kinky but there’s an element of intimacy to it. You’ll definitely never be bored with him, even if you aren’t on the same level as adventurous as him. I feel like he definitely makes vanilla sex exciting with just his personality.
bonus!
[extra cautious trigger warning because Goo and reader imitate stepcest as a joke ??? I repeat, they are NOT step siblings. just making fun of the genre.]
It was always a joke in your head. Whenever you saw it happen in porn, you thought it was the cheesiest thing but you always watched those types of videos with Goo because he got a kick out of it. You could only imagine how amusing he would find it if he was able to see that the fabric of your shirt had got caught on the lint trap of the dryer.
And now you look like one of those actresses in the adult films you mocked, especially with the outfit choice you wore today; a short mini skirt and thigh high socks along with a very flimsy shirt. All you were trying to do was chase after your sock so it could be with its match. Not get your torso stuck in the drum of your home appliance.
“Hey, don’t put that one jacket in the wash. It needs to be dry cleaned-''
You hear Goo’s voice as he finally enters the laundry room. He had only come to check on you with the intention of making sure you knew which of his garments were okay to be machine washed but after seeing just the lower half of your body sticking out of the dryer with your knees pressing into the floor and spread the perfect amount, all thoughts about boring, old laundry were forgotten. “Is this your way of telling me you’re finally ready to launch our OnlyFans?” He asks, the smirk on his face so big it dripped into his tone of voice.
“No, my shirt is caught somewhere on the machine.” You whine, your voice echoing inside the metal dryer.
“Just rip your shirt if you wanna get out. Isn’t it from one of those cheap clothing shops in Gangseo?” He questions, striding over toward you and examining your current position. “I could buy you that entire store if I wanted to.”
“I can’t just rip it! This shirt has a lot of good memories.” You reason.
“I’ll let you out in a bit.” Goo says playfully as he’s already kneeling between your spread legs. You feel the fabric of his pants brush against the back of your thigh before he even lays a hand on you and you already knew where things were going.
“Goo, what the fuck?” You groan out in annoyance, your arms getting tired from supporting you for so long. “We can recreate this scene later when I’m not stuck for real.”
“Yeah, but you actually being stuck is what makes it so much better than those cheesy pornos.” He tells you in a dallying voice while his hands snakes up your thighs and under your skirt to yank down your panties.
Sighing softly, you know you’re defeated and that the quickest way to get out of this conundrum was to just play along with Goo’s antics.
“What are you doing, stepbro?” You ask, drawing out each of the syllables and speaking in the same airheaded voice that all adult film actresses put on for these stupid scenes.
Goo seems to freeze in place, remaining silent for a bit before he finally breaks into his harmonious laughter.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t keep going. It’s too funny.” He expresses between laughs, slapping the side of your thigh with one hand as he loses his shit over how ridiculous the scenario was.
“I told you it was stupid!” You quip back. “Are you gonna let me out now?”
Taking a moment to calm down and shift into a different state of mind, his hands briefly leaving your body just so he could undo his pants.
“Oh, no way, princess. We’re still fucking first.” Goo chuckles darkly, shoving down his boxers and pants in one motion then hiking up the fabric of your skirt. His hands glide over the supple flesh of your ass; admiring how soft it feels under his palms before he grips your hips and pulls you onto his cock. “Just don’t ever call me ‘step bro’ again.” He sibilates, his head falling back as his length is greedily sucked in by your tight pussy.
Goo wanted to make fun of you so badly for being as wet as you were without any prep but the feeling of those slick walls wrapping around him made it impossible to think about anything else.
“What’s wrong, stepbro? You feel like a pervert for fucking your step sister?” You giggle from inside of the dryer, biting back a moan as you feel Goo bullying his dick deeper inside you.
“I told you to quit calling me that.” He growls, his fingers digging into the meat of your hips in a manner that’s meant to be menacing but it only makes you cackle.
“You wanted to fuck me while I’m stuck in the dryer and I’m just giving you the full experience.” You say in a saccharine voice, rolling your hips against Goo as he finally bottoms out inside of you and feeling the tip of his cock press into your sweet spot. “I’m sooo sorry, step bro!”
Groaning in frustration, Goo’s hands leave your hips and reach for the back of your shirt, helping you slip the fabric off your body and successfully freeing you from the clutches of the evil dryer when he pulls you out. You’re kind of embarrassed by how easily he found a solution to getting you out; but that’s something he could make fun of you for later. You don’t even have to see the look on Goo’s face to know that there was an incoming sarcastic comment.
“Pfft, you better make it up to me for helping you get out of there, step sis.”
#lookism x reader#lookism headcanons#lookism smut#goo x reader#kim joongoo x reader#kim joongoo smut#goo kim scenarios#lookism#lookism fanfic#lookism imagines#lookism manhwa#lookism webtoon#junggunz.txt
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𝑴 𝑨 𝑺 𝑻 𝑬 𝑹 𝑳 𝑰 𝑺 𝑻 ! 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁. 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡:
EDDIE MUNSON:
𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 (𝑪𝒀𝑴) . . . you are content watching Eddie Munson from afar, ignoring the giant “what-if” that looms over you. It’s safer that way. But after a shitty party, some weed, and a lot of heart ache, it becomes clear you two share more than a class. If only the rest of the world didn’t just think you were two stupid kids with their hearts on fire for each other. (series ─ ongoing) 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎
**Tag list for this fic and its updates can be found here.
𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰'𝑽𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑨𝒀 . . . tired of waiting around for something that’s never gonna happen, you head to the last rager of your high school career to get back together with your ex-boyfriend before graduation. Eddie heads to that very same party to stop you. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, series ─ ongoing)
𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 . . . After taking a pregnancy test for funsies, you find out that you're actually pregnant. The scariest part isn't even the unexpected pregnancy, it's telling Eddie. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse) request.
𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺. . . in which you can't nap because your daughter likes to poke your eye out and Eddie likes to sit back and observe. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, (Penny Verse, the verse that comes directly after CYM events - Can be read as a standalone.)
𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑲. . . Eddie helps you out when you're struggling to feed your baby. It quickly leads to fucking. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse) ─ smut.
𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑾𝑯𝑶'𝑺 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 . . . in which Eddie takes his three year old shopping. Obviously, cuteness ensues. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse)
𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑬𝑺 '𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑵 . . . if anyone had told you you’d be having this type of conversation with a four year old while making cookies, you definitely wouldn’t have believed them. and eddie still can’t say no to your daughter. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse)
𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀'𝑺 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑬 . . . just a couple of hours after dropping your four year old off for her first day of preschool, you and Eddie are called back to pick her up. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse)
𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 . . . you leave eddie to watch your newborn with some ‘help’ (they don’t really do anything) from jonathan and argyle. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse)
𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 . . . Eddie catches you pantsing your 7 month old baby. (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse)
𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 . . . Jonathan's taking your family photos and struggling to get your baby to smile. ─ (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader as young parents, Penny Verse) prompt.
𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 . . . you decide it’s high time Eddie finally meets your parents. Your boyfriend isn’t so sure. prompt.
𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑶𝑵𝒀 . . . in which Eddie and his arch-nemesis smoke a couple of joints and talk about how much they (don't) hate each other. (𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝)
𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 . . . in which your nightmares are no match for your boyfriend. request.
𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑺 (angst. series ─ ongoing) request.
𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑬𝑳 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹 - '𝟖𝟓 . . . the year Eddie Munson doesn’t give a fuck about not having graduated when he’s gotta save the girl so he can get the girl. (in which Eddie is in ST3 and reader is basically Heather Holloway, Eddie Munson x Flayed!Reader) 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 **ongoing**
𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑺 . . . eddie finds you relieving some stress in the middle of the woods. request.
𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬 . . .
𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑴𝒀𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 . . .
𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑶𝑼𝑻 ! . . .
𝑼𝑷𝑻𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 . . .
STEVE HARRINGTON
𝑇𝐸𝑀𝑃𝑇𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 ─ smut.
ROBIN BUCKLEY
𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵 . . .
JONATHAN BYERS
ARGYLE
#eddie munson x reader#joseph quinn#stranger things#eddie munson#joe quinn#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson smut#stranger things fic#stranger things fics#masterlist#pennyverse
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Xavier thorpe x fem reader buying candy together for Halloween one shot pls
One Xavier x reader buying candy for halloween coming right up. Here you go anon <3
This is Halloween
pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader
synopsis: You and Xavier buy some candy and spent Halloween together.
warnings: fluff (and potentially controversial opinions on candy)
word count: 0.5k
“Eww, shut up, how can you eat those?” Your face scrunches up in disgust and a laugh at the same time. You jokingly shove him, earning you some dirty looks from the normies around you.
“They´re good. I don´t know what you mean.” He protests.
“God, you are gross. Just don´t expect to get a kiss from me after you ate that shit.” You quipped.
“Why do you even hate licorice so much?” He asks curiously.
“I hate it because it is an insult to candy.” You say as if it´s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Yeah, yeah okay.” He lays an arm around your shoulder again and pulls you away from the isle you are standing in to look for chocolate and your beloved caramel apple pops.
“See, I don´t understand how you can eat those. They are way too sweet.” He makes a grimace, sticking out his tongue at the thought of your favorite candy.
“Luckily for you I´m going to ignore that, because anyone who likes licorice obviously has fucked up taste. Now come on. I wanna be back at Nevermore before the sun starts to set.” You kiss him on the cheek and pull him to the cash register.
The shopkeeper gives you a disgruntled look as you pull out your wallet and pay before Xavier has the chance to.
He loved spoiling you and paying for everything you gave him the chance to. Always insisting that his father´s money had to go somewhere and that he loved spoiling you, but it gave you major bad feelings that he spend so much money on you and all you could give him was yourself. No matter how often he told you that you were more than enough.
Back in the safety of his room, sheltered from the cold fall weather under multiple blankets you relax against his side. His laptop is balanced on both of your thighs, playing some stupid, old slasher movie, as the two of you snack away on the candy you just bought. Having grown up an outcast Halloween has never really been anything special to you and the parties were just pointless excuses to get hammered or high, which was nothing special either. So, staying in like this has become a tradition ever since you became friends with Xavier, when the two of you started attending the school for outcasts. You let out a little happy sigh, placing a kiss on Xaviers cheek and cuddle up a little closer to him.
“How did I deserve that?” He whispers a bit surprised.
“By being you and by staying in with me tonight.” You murmur into the crook of his neck.
“Hm, and I thought you weren´t gonna kiss me if I ate the licorice, he can´t help but tease a little bit.
“Shut up or I´ll make good on my word. But then I won´t kiss you for a whole week.” You poke his side. Swerving a counterattack of the same kind by arching your back away from him.
“I love you too.” He pulls you back against his body. Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
#xavier thorpe#xavier thorpe x reader#xavier thorpe x you#xavier thorpe oneshot#wednesday netflix#wednesday netflix one shot
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Some stupid anon keeps sending comments to my main blog's ask box about how they hate Noah Schnapp and honestly I'm gonna start ignoring it. First off you're sending it to the wrong blog because I won't discuss fandom stuff on my main page. Secondly, I don't give a a flying fuck about any of this.
Enough with the Noah Schnapp stuff, no one fucking cares. No one cares about you and your fake activism and your crocodile tears. Stop pretending you care about Palestine, because if you did then you wouldn't keep going on and on and on about something inconsequential to the grand scheme of things. Who gives a shit about what some celebrity says about anything? These people don't exist on the same planet as us so their opinions on literally anything don't matter. This entire thing has been one big excuse to make yourself feel important.
I don't even like Noah that much but people keep insisting on being stupid and bigoted and it's pissing me off. I've been pissed off with the fandom since October and moronic Stranger Things fans keep proving to me that the younger generation is too stupid to fucking live. Young people don't understand that repeatedly saying how upset you are about something doesn't actually help make the world a better place, especially when it comes to very complicated problems that can't be magically solved by the internet.
Just get over it already. People in the Middle East are dying yet y'all rather spend your time screaming about some stupid actor than do anything useful like donating to humanitarian resources. Fuck you.
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Billy, Stu, Michael (og) with a s/o who’s extremely sensitive to being yelled at? That they’ll start crying? Something I struggle with ☠️
Omg anon this goes for me too. Since I was a kid if I get yelled at my first instinct is to cry. I hate it so so much and I'd love to do this for you. Always down to write some comfort for my boys. Reader is gn
Included are: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, og Michael Myers
Warnings: Harsh language, yelling, violence, mentions of unhealty relationships, implied murder
Billy Loomis
You and Billy are at a party. You're not really the party type, unless you know a good amount of people there but you feel better knowing Billy's here. You're talking with a girl Billy introduced you too. Her name is Carrie. You spot your ex River over near the living room. He wasn't the best guy. He was very manipuative and would constantly gaslight you. When he wasn't doing that he was just ignoring you. Whenever you expressed wanting to break up he threatened suicide and would guilt you into staying. You look back to Carrie and hope Billy's gonna be back soon. Unfortunatly for you River comes over and grabs your wrist. "We need to talk now." He says sternly. You squrim in his grip.
"Let go of me."
"No you're going to listen to me Y/N!" He yells, "You're an awful person for what you did to me you know? I loved you and I needed you! How dare you break up with me!" He continues to shout. Carrie yells something at him but you can't hear her. Tears are swelling in your eyes. "God of course, you always hang out with annoying cunts! You're such a useless person without me!" The tears start to fall as your wrist throbs with pain. You sob but it doesn't stop him from pulling you away. As you start walking Billy wraps his arm around you and pulls you away from River. You cry into his shirt as he yells at him.
"Keep your hands off my partner you asshole!"
"Fuck you! They're just some whore who doesn't appriciate a good guy when they meet one! I regret not beating some sense into you!" He gets up in your face and Billy pushes him back. He punches him to the ground and grabs you. He walks you out of the house and drives you back home. Once there he puts ice on your bruised wrist and calls up Stu. He snagged Rivers ID off him before he left. Rivers not gonna hurt anyone anymore.
Stu Macher
You're eating dinner with your parents and Stu. They wanted to meet him and you were stressing the entire day to clean up the house and make it look presentable. Your parents were constantly talking about how much you're failing in life and how your siblings are doing so much better. Stu is clearly upset with them but you keep him calm. "Y/N honey you should have joined the family company. You could make so much more money doing that than writing those silly little horror stories. They aren't very good dear." Your mom comments.
"Neither is this cooking. Are you good at anything besides being a disappointment?" Your father comments. You stay silent. "I asked you a question and you answer me when I ask you something!" Your father raises his voice.
"You can leave if you don't like it that much." You comment. Your mother drops her fork.
"How dare you talk to us like that! We are your parents you selfish brat! We raised you to be better than this! How dare you disrespect us like this!" Your mother shouts. Tears start to form and Stu clears his throat.
"I do think it's best if you two leave." He says.
"You're good for nothing Y/N! I knew we should have put you up for adoption when we had the chance! You're going nowhere in life! You're gonna end up dead in a ditch homeless because of how stupid you are!" Your father shouts. As the tears fall Stu stands up.
"Get the fuck out or I call the cops!" Stu yells. You cover your ears while they yell back and forth but eventually Stu is hugging you, letting you sob into his shirt. "It's ok Y/N. I'm here for you." He rubs his hand on your back and comforts you. He’s already coming up with a plan of his own.
Michael Myers
You’re leaving work when you head down an ally you use as a short cut. It’s not an intimidating ally, it’s well lit and pretty wide. “Hey Myers bitch!” You hear a familiar voice call. It’s your coworker Meg. She’s always giving you shit about living in the Myers house. You turn around and glare at her. “I’m upset Michael hasn’t killed you yet. It would really help clean up the town you know?” She says.
“Leave me alone. Everyone knows about how you harassed that girl to the point she had to go to the hospital. We all know about how you’re a mean bitch who can’t keep a boyfriend.” Meg squints at you.
“Well guess what hun? I’m not some ugly weirdo who lives in a haunted house! You’re the worst part about this town! Everyone here hates you and you should just let Michael kill you already!” You feel tears stream down your face as she laughs. “Yeah cry hun, cry! We all know that you’re a poor loser who can’t handle being yelled at! Like oh my god fucking grow up you dumb bitch!” You turn and walk away, tears still falling. You hear Meg scream and you look back to see Michael with his hands wrapped around her throat, lifting her up. He keeps her there until she falls limp. He drops her to the ground and walks over to you. He wipes away your tears and walks you back home.
#billy loomis#billy loomis x you#billy loomis x y/n#Stu Macher#stu x reader#stu my beloved#ghostface#scream#Michael Myers#michael myers x you#michael myers x y/n#Halloween#slasher#slashers#slasher x y/n#slasher x reader
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You know I wasn’t going to make this post. I was just gonna let bygones be bygones and ignore everything you said to me about not liking Lucas, and my husband, and calling me a whore. I could even handle you attacking my best friend for fucking days.
But I really, really draw the line at telling me my mom died because I’m a whore. Fuck you. And I know it’s you, because I haven’t told anyone on here except four people that my mom died. I find it funny I immediately get an ask about my mother after you liked the fic I wrote to help me with losing my mom in a completely different fandom THAT YOU’RE NOT EVEN IN.
The hate ended when you were gone and now it’s back. I hate you.
I fucking hate you. You spent all that time trying to lie that you’re not the anon and then go and prove us right. You’re a piece of shit. Never ever talk about me, or to me. Do not address my friends, do not ever talk about my trauma like you have some fucking right.
Fuck you @noahsthottie01 get off the damn internet
#sunny’s posts#litg#litg makes yall crazy and yall should let it die#fuck you bitch#lowest of the low
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Okay I have something of a long post/ask/critical analysis of Symphony AU that I want to address. you're free to ignore it if I'm just spouting off insane copium. Or whatever you want to do with it lol. This is more about the turtles that about the Violist.
First I'm gonna talk about Donnie because he's arguably the easiest one to talk about. And take less time. He spent at the very least 15 years of his life knowing exactly five people, three brothers, his dad, and a bestie/pseudo big sister. They're all people who completely understand/grew up with him. And he's used to people adapting to his needs without having to say anything because he's, well, they're brother/son. Speaking from a purely canon standpoint in Rise you can see it, Raph refuses to tell Donnie they hate his gifts because it'll crush him. Stuff like that. Leo calling him a "weirdo" doesn't really mean much of anything considering he's Donnie's brother, and this is about pineapple on pizza.
This is all to say I see how Donnie just didn't bother communicating this was all for his touch experiment. As far as he's basically aware, she already knew. He wasn't going to read between the lines because he'd grown accustomed to the way his brothers, April, and dads act. Which, in hindsight, bit him in the ass because the violist literally doesn't know him aside from "purple turtle science man".
So. I get him. I get where he's coming from even if it ended up kinda fucking up the violist. That's all part of the learning curve of knowing people who don't already know who you are and whatever.
Now for Leo, maybe this is REALLY just me on my copium life support but I see where he's coming from too. Again, when you look at it from a canon lens I see where Leo is coming from. He's always been protective of his family, even more so than Raph at points. He didn't trust Big Mama immediately, even though the rest of his brothers did. He was perfectly willing and happy to DIE IN THE PRISON DIMENSION to keep his family safe. Like, let's not forget he, as well as the others, has a ton of unchecked trauma that he's definitely not willing to address to anyone. A decade of unaddressed trauma will do things to someone's psyche, intentionally or not. The guilt of almost killing his brothers has been festering inside him for over a decade now, this doesn't really seem entirely like a "my brother touches you and not me >:(" thing.
The way I see it Leo's acting out because he's actually just terrified of someone hurting his family again. It's definitely not okay, and it's condemnable. But as someone who's done some pretty fucked shit when I was dealing with my depression before meds, I've been Leo before. That man needs help, and fast.
We've also seen, from Symphony AU that he's mostly accepted the violist as part of the family now. The comments he makes about her being "Donnie's toy" are, again, things he seems to be saying to get a rise out of Donnie. We know he's been doing that for a while. And I wouldn't really put it past him for continuing to try and do it now that Donnie's not allowed to do his experiments anymore.
I had a way better way of wording this last night but I ended up watching TMNT 1987 instead but to summarize my thoughts, I sympathize with both Leo and Donnie and don't believe either of them are irredeemable monsters. If I'm somehow wrong about Leo and this is all just conduit to getting Donnie and the violist together then I'm gonna be so :(. Mafuyu Main Story chapter 14 even.
Or, again, maybe I'm just coping lol.
oh i'm all about symphony copium. breathe deep, anon-chan, hahahaha
aaaaand in true desceros fashion this got way too long so i'm tucking it under a cut. rolls eyes at myself soooooo hard
you're largely correct, though i will specify that for donnie it's not that he "didn't bother" to communicate what he thought was going on, so much as he thought he did.
i invite you-slash-everyone to read this passage from when the agreement was struck to see what i mean. i've removed all of viola-chan's thoughts and interpretations for you, and left you with just the core of the conversation, color-coded for clarity on who's speaking:
“We have… exhausted the limits of touching that I would perform with most people.”
[...] “…What do you mean?”
“I mean that all of the myriad mechanical touches I have experienced so far in my life, we’ve covered together. [...] I’ve become completely enured to them all, so long as you’re the one doing them. There is, of course, an obvious next step, but I wanted to discuss it before we begin.”
“To… touches you haven’t done?” [...]
“Correct." [...]
“I… don’t understand." [...]
“I’m referring to more… intimate touches. We’ve… already been pushing at the boundary a bit, so I wanted to be very specific and clear." [...]
“I… take it you don’t scent your brothers.”
“No, I don’t." [...]
“Donnie, I—[...] I like you. You know that, right?”
“You aren’t very good at hiding it, no. [...] I, of course, like you as well, though I’d like to think that has been well demonstrated over our time together.”
[...]"…Intimate touches. [...] Like… what, petting? Kissing? Sex? What are we talking about, exactly?”
“All of it, ideally. [...] I’m quite curious to study how I’ll react, especially considering the whole touch aversion situation.” [...]
“…Do… Do you wanna try it? [...] …Us, together, I mean?”
[...] “Really? With… With me?” [...]
“Of course, I—[...]Donnie, I… of course. I’d be stupid to say no, right?”
“Oh, that’s such a relief. [...] I’ve been making spreadsheets of things I’ve wanted to try for several days and wondering how best to bring it up, especially considering—well. It’s quite helpful that you did so yourself. Excellent work, consultant.” [...]
“Well, I’d like to amend our agreement on how turtle time is going to go, from now on in light of all this, [...] We’re partners, now, so we have to take care of each other. [...]”
“[...]Very well. If those are your terms for partnership, I accept.”
see how differently it reads without viola-chan's thoughts staining it? stripped of her thoughts, you can easily see where the miscommunication happened. other than a few incidental pieces of dialogue that don't affect the meaning of the convo, this is it.
in donnie's mind, he and viola-chan were very much on the same page. "partnership". "agreement". these are words that viola-chan uses. when he refers to spreadsheets, she just rolls with it. as far as he's concerned, they're talking about a scientific study here. he did communicate, and well. it's just... viola-chan put things there that he didn't. and that's not her fault, because at this point she hasn't picked up on how to communicate with donnie yet. and it's completely rational to assume, when discussing sex and romance and hearing someone say "i like you"--and then going on to kiss and have sex with that person--that it's a romantic relationship. as stated in the fic, my personal opinion (which to be clear, as someone who stands on death of the author, this *is* just my opinion) neither of them did the other ill. they literally just didn't know how to communicate yet. so i 100% agree with you on being able to see donnie's side of this. i have another long-ass ask somewhere in the meta tag discussing the lack of socializing specifically, if you're curious for more of my thoughts on that.
i also agree with you largely with the leo portion of your analysis. i... can't go into as much detail on his side of things, but rest assured that before everything is over, viola-chan and leo are going to have more than one conversation. and the two of them, despite everything, really do mesh well and talk about things, so it'll be a satisfying resolution, i think.
anyway WOW that got way too long but teal deer, i agree and love deep meta-analysis of my stuff so don't apologize in the slighest, yeehaw
#we're all coping for symphony it's ok anon-chan#“even you? but you're the asshole writing it?”#yeah but that means this shit is in my head ALL THE TIME. nOBODY copes harder than i do.#ask tag#symphony tag#symphony meta
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