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curseddollfaye · 3 months

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toxic baby daddy! toji x reader headcanon

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- you meet him through a friend of a friend. Your bestfriend Moonie insisting that you need to find someone! Although you had no issue in the looks department by any means. Men that tended to try and get your attention were just..meh. You knew what you wanted in a man and none of them could provide you with that.

- well, until you met him of course. you remember clear as day. Sitting in a very expensive restaurant where you were told to meet him at. Glancing around you expected a middle aged man to be your date. Probably expecting you to open your legs just because of where he planned to dine you. hah…

- and then he walked in , tall. 6’1 to be more precise. green eyes bore into yours as soon as he walked in. a scar decorated the corner of his right lip. and god was he muscular…so muscular. your legs might have squeezed shut instinctively

- if there was video recording of your face the entire night you might as well have the ground open up and swallow you hole. hearts practically taking your pupils face. you learned so much in such little time. his grin was surreal, the way the veins in his hands popped out whenever he grabbed hold of his steak knife to cut into his food.

- “So tell me a little bit about yourself sweetheart, I love hearing a pretty woman talk”

- safe to say you were a goner pretty quickly.

- and the feelings were mutual between you and him. you had him with your heel in his chest from the get go.

- long story short, you ended up dating not too long after. you learned about his ex wife who tragically passed away. you learned that he had a son named Megumi who was just shy of 3 when you met him, you learned Toji was a very wealthy business owner. Casinos and Clubs all across the country.

- He was older than you, but that didn’t bother you one bit.

- you ended up getting pregnant after two years of dating.

- splitting up wasn’t on your bucket list. But a few months after your daughter turned 3 months you had found some pictures hidden in Tojis wallet as you were grabbing his card to pay for family’s take-out dinner. His ex girlfriends face decorating each and every one of them, and her tits staring right back at you.

- a huge argument ensued. “Tch…come on baby. ‘Yer overreacting over something that doesn’t need it…” as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. your tear stained face was something he will never forget. Your beautiful smile replaced by something close to betrayal. To be honest Toji didn’t know how he would have reacted if the situation was flipped. He knew he fucked up. He just didn’t really know how to say sorry.

- he did feel bad. All they were, were just some silly Polaroids he meant to throw away after finding them in some old box in the garage.

- sure she was naked but it’s not like they turned him on. gross. only you did that to him.

- all night he tried, to no avail.

- “So you’re just not gonna eat because ‘yer mad at me? Don’t be ridiculous doll face” He scoffed a laugh and shook his head.

- “Hmm, fine then. I guess Rin and I will just eat alllll those stupid little candy snacks you like so much”

- “Ya think these cookies are expired? Wouldn’t want your man to die now do ya baby?”

- “go to hell Toji” you had slammed the door right in his face. you didn’t know what had hurt more. the intimacy of them or the way you had pushed out a 7 lb baby out of your vagina 3 months prior and were a wreck emotionally. your body and mind adjusting to having a tiny baby to look after. as well as a energetic 5 year old.

- he lets you go. because he doesn’t want you to be unhappy. even if it eats him up when you tell people you’re single.

- Or when you post your little thirst traps on Instagram (they’re just pictures or videos you post of yourself but Toji begs to fucking differ; you’re beautiful. they’re all thirst traps to him. he knows how men think)

- really you should have known better given his reputation of being a little bit of a player. but your heart outweighed the negative. oh well.

- you live and you learn…right?

- wrong.

- because even 2 years later you still let him fuck you. I mean who wouldn’t? He laid it down on you and you needed your fix even as a single mother. Who better to get it from than your asshole baby daddy?

- he doesn’t fuck anyone but you, states “ best pussy I’ve ever had. Why would I need someone else? Tch…silly girl”

- “fuck yeah…take me baby…heh…You like that? Hmm? Look at yourself in the fucking mirror and tell daddy how much you love his cock stretching out this tiny pussy sweetheart” fuck him and his big add hands holding your hips as he plows you from behind. unforgiving pace as he reminds you who you’re always going to belong to.

- still provides for you although you’re not together. Not only because he’s still batshit crazy about you and in love with you. You’re the mother of his child. Kids if we’re being real. Megumi loves you to death and you love him. He would never take that away from the both of you, which is why every month without fail an additional 300k is wired directly to your bank account. which is just spending money for you because he takes care of everything anyways… ‘the least he could do’ you have to mumble to yourself when the guilt eats you up of the outrageous amount of money he spends on you.

- Not that he would miss it anyways.

- generous and gorgeous

- is a DILF personified.

- watching him pick up your tiny daughter and press smooches all over her chubby cheeks when he comes to pick her up sends you into a spiral

- thoughts of giving him another one enter your mind for a sec…

- before you damn near concussed yourself from how hard you slapped your cheek to get rid of them.

- stays the night at your house often (when he feels like it) “You don’t want the kids to miss their daddy do you?” He throws you a stupid lazy grin.

- Which leads to nasty dirty fucking whenever the kids are tucked in their respected rooms and asleep.

- the next morning you find yourself in a situation when you’re date knocks on your door arriving just as planned to take you out for breakfast.

- A bouquet of flowers in your dates hands a smile graces his lips.

- When the door swung open and he was greeted with a bare chested irritated Toji. It quickly disappeared. Sweats hung low on his hips and his hair messy from last night’s activities. He fucked you so good you forgot how to walk.

- Toji blinked at the man standing in front of him. Of course Toji always made himself at home in your house. Not because he paid for it, but because if anything in his eyes you were still his. “You got lost on the way to jackass city or something? You know what time it is?” Toji grimaced in annoyance. Yawning lazily and scratching his bare chest. A lighter and a pack of cigarettess held in one hand.

- “Um..” your date watches as Toji smacks the red pack against his palm before taking one out and placing it in between his lips. Hands flickering the lighter as he heats up the end of his cigarette and take a drag. Toji’s green eyes locking into his.

- He figured out what the fuck was going on and he didn’t like it one bit. “You walk up these steps, ringing and knocking on the damn door while my kids and my woman are tryna sleep…” Toji blows the smoke in the poor guys face and flicks the ashes into the floor. A grin permanently on his face before he continues. Muscles flexing as his jaw clenches.

- “You must’ve lost ‘yer damn mind kid”

- Putting out the cigarette on an ashtray outside that’s sole purpose was just for Toji’s use. The door closes in your ex- dates face.

- Safe to say you don’t even remember you had a date and didn’t need a reminder when your date blocks you off his phone and deletes your number.

- toxic baby daddy! Toji who curses at himself and keeps himself up at night when he thinks about how badly he fucked it up with you. because throughout everything he still loves the hell out of you. you’re perfect in his eyes.

- and he’s determined to get you back.

#toji smut #toji zenin #toji x reader #jujutsu toji #toji fushiguro #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji x female reader #toji headcanons #dilf toji #toji drabbles #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji imagine #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #gojo smut

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harunayuuka2060 · 3 months

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Maleficia: Do you know the reason why I have summoned you here?

MC: I have no idea, Your Majesty. I didn't wait for further details.

Maleficia: Hmph. Very well. Take a seat.

MC: Thank you, Your Majesty. However, I would rather stand. For escape purposes.

Maleficia: ...

Maleficia: Are you expecting me to be mad?

MC: Yes. Quite frequently if you ask me.

Maleficia: Well, guess what? You are correct.

Maleficia: MC, you have been here with us for some time now and yet, YOU haven't given us a new member to this family.

MC: *nods, like understanding what she's going through*

MC: It must've been tough, Your Majesty. It must've been tough— *dodges the lightning she shot at them*

Maleficia: Take. This. Seriously.

MC: I'll try my best.

Malleus: Grandmother seems to be growing irritated with each passing time.

MC: Yeah. It's somehow making me feel guilty.

MC: I think it's time to find you a lover.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Are you serious?

MC: Eh. It's more of a theoretical solution. If it works, it works.

Malleus: You are aware I don't fall in love easily.

MC: I'll choose someone for you. Though you're not oblige to accept.

Malleus: Hm-hm. And what are you planning to do, spouse of mine?

MC: Get you a partner. Someone sensible. That doesn't give a damn if you're a royalty.

MC: And maybe someone who would give a funny nickname. And then it depends to you and them how you would create this love story.

Malleus: *chuckles*

Malleus: That sounds like a rough draft of romantic novel.

MC: I'm not really good at details.

MC: So... You're in?

Malleus: *smiles* I trust your plans.

MC: Okay. I got your go-signal.

Malleus: ...

Yuu: *who was summoned from their world* ...

MC: Yuu, this is Malleus. Malleus, this is Yuu.

MC: Do you feel some kind of sparks between each other?

Malleus and Yuu: ...

Malleus: *looks sternly at MC* We need to have a conversation.

Yuu: I need to have a talk with them too.

MC: *looks at both of them*

MC: I need to have a moment with myself. I deserve to give me a pat on the back for a great job done.

Malleus and Yuu: ...

MC: Thank you. Now please excuse me. *leaves them alone*

Malleus and Yuu: ...

Malleus: Why did you answer their call?

Yuu: They promised me gargoyles..

Malleus: ...

Malleus: You... like gargoyles?

Yuu: Yes? Who wouldn't?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *smiles cutely like a child*

Lilia: ...

MC: *seems like enjoying a fun vacation*

Lilia: ...I would just like to remind you that you are still married to Malleus.

MC: Yes. And a protector of that human.

Lilia: *chuckles* Seriously.

MC: Anyway, what's Her Majesty's reaction?

Lilia: She is not a bit amused.

MC: Meh. She's just hiding it.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst malleus #twst yuu #twst lilia #twst maleficia #twst marriage-friendship bond

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scribblesofagoonerr · 20 days

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Burntout

I got upset and cried, and then I decided to try and write something that I am currently relating too, right now.

Lifes' full of up and downs, and sometimes its' okay to admit that you're not okay.

pairings: lotte wubben-moy x reader, alessia russo x reader

warnings: angst, meh.

The morning sun painted streaks of gold across the training grounds as you took part in another intense training session ahead of the upcoming game at the weekend.

You had joined the team just shy of a few months ago with dreams as big as the stadium in which they were due to play in, but beneath the facade of determination, you carried a weight that threatened to crush your spirit.

With each day that passed, you felt like the pressure mounted even more. The expectation were high, the scrutiny, the relentless pursuit of perfection - It all bore down on your shoulders like a somewhat invisible burden.

You found it easy to smile for the cameras, laugh along with your team mates jokes but inside, you felt like you were drowning.

There were a few of your team mates who were quick to note your struggles, 2 familiar faces from your past club, Lotte and Alessia, who had sensed the change in your demeanor. Of course they knew you all too well to be fooled by any of the facade you worse so carefully, they were able to see the cracks forming beneath the surface, the fragile threads that held you together.

Lacing up her boots, Lotte exchanged a knowing glance with Alessia, they both understood that something was amiss, something that needed to be addressed before it was too late.

During a break in the training session, Lotte and Alessia decide to approach you, concern etched in their expressions. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?" Lotte asked gently, her voice filled with geninue worry.

Your facade faltered, just for a moment, before you hastily plastered on a smile, "Of course, I'm fine," you replied, your voice a practiced melody of reassurance.

However, your team mates didn't seem entirely all that convinced. You should have known they would see through you and be able to recongise the pain hidden behind your smile.

You failed to keep your act up.

Lotte and Alessia were like 2 big sisters, you weren't that much younger than them, but you adopted the nickname as the kid, they were both fiercely protective of you and fought anyone who vowed to say anything bad about you.

"You don't have to pretend with us," Alessia stepped closer to you, her eyes searching your face, "We know that you're struggling. It's okay to admit it,"

Tears welled up in your eyes straight away as they threatened to spill over, the dam that you had built around your emotions was crumbling and you could no longer hold back to the flood any longer.

With a shaky breath, you finally let go of the facade that you had been wearing for so long.

"I'm not... I'm not okay," You whispered, your voice barely above a whimper. "I'm just finding it hard to cope right now, you know? I guess its' hard to try and fake a smile, act happy and that, when I don't feel like I'm truly happy."

"Oh kid," Lotte murmered, enveloping you in her comforting embrace, that Alessia joined in as well, both of them offering silent support as you let your emotions flow freely.

"Listen, Y/N/N, we know that you're finding things difficult here, but it will be okay and eventually, you will get used to it," Alessia said softly. "You've got so much potential, you're going to take the world by storm. We believe in you and your not alone in this anymore."

Lotte nodded in agreement with the blonde, "Less is right there, kid. We're going to be here with you every single step of the way, you can always talk to us about anything at all, remember?" she paused and waited for your response of a nod before she continued. "Your like a sister to the two of us and we hate to see you struggling at all, we love you so much, kid."

As the embrace with the two older girls lingered, the weight on your shoulders slowly began to lift and felt like it was replaced with a sense of relief that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"Thank you," You whispered, pulling back slightly both of them, meeting their concerned gazes with newfound determination. "I promise I'll talk to you both and be more open about how I feel from now on. I don't want to keep pretending like everything is okay when its' not."

Lotte smiled softly while her eyes were filled with understanding, "We're here for you, always," she reminded you, her voice unwavering in its' support.

"Together, we'll help you get through this," Alessia rested her hand reassuringly on your shoulder, "You're not alone," she repeated, her voice filled with conviction.

#woso x reader #arsenal x reader #arsenal women x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #woso one shot #woso fanfics #heavy angst #scribblesofagoonerr #lottewubbenmoy x reader #alessiarusso x reader #woso imagine

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lipglossanon · 11 months

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You Better Lie Down

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stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

this was a scrapped idea but people have shown interest so I revised it a little to make more sense in places lol so the ending is kinda meh 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, incest kink, mean stepbro Leon, bratty reader, dirty talk, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, some nipple play

not proofread just looked over 😂

Title from Sister from She Wants Revenge

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“Get the hell out, Leon!”

“No can do, princess. Looks like we’re roomies,” he smirks at you from the doorway, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame.

You hate him. You hate his stupid hair and his stupid face and his stupid muscles and his stupidly big di—

A loud thud makes you jump and you turn to glare at Leon who tosses a duffel bag down on the floor.

“Don’t get pissed off at me,” he shrugs easily, grin spreading over his face as he flops down on your bed jostling you, “dear old mom and dad have to renovate my room so I’m here.”

He bats his eyes at you, “Besides don’t act like you hate it, you’ll be crying on my cock tonight anyway.”

White hot arousal flares through your body, irritation quickly following on its heels to overtake it.

You shove Leon as you stand up off the bed, “You’re such an asshole.”

You snags your arm and tugs you right back down on the bed, hands coming up to quickly pin your wrists together and hold them over your head as he cages you under his bulky body.

“I don’t think I heard you correctly,” his eyes are dark and mean, as he grinds your wrists together making you wince, “what did you just say?”

“I said,” you over enunciate your words, “you are an asshole.”

You can see him gearing up to do something but lucky for you (at least) your mom is calling for you both to be downstairs pronto.

“Guess this’ll just have to wait, princess,” Leon rears up with a sneer and leaves you laying on your bed.

You raise up and blow out a breath. God he really is an infuriating asshole.

Later that night after the quick rundown from your mom of what’s going on, and then having to help move furniture, you’re wiped and ready to crash into bed after your shower. Just throwing on some thin sleep shorts and a ratty old tee shirt, you enter your room about to collapse against your mattress only to see Leon sprawled across your bedspread.

Your mouth is open, ready to unleash a scathing remark but slowly closes as you frown at him. The jerk is completely passed out, ear buds in, and phone clasped loosely in his hand. Mentally, you’re seething with rage but outwardly you just blow out another heavy breath. Standing there for a moment you take in Leon’s tank top and baggy shorts. His eyelashes dust his cheeks and his face looks soft. Like this he looks… sweet.

Frowning to yourself—get a grip—you shake your head. Softly you pad over to what you’re going to deem as his side of the bed for now. You take his phone and shut off the music and set it on the nightstand. Gently, you also slip out his ear buds and turn those off, setting them next to his phone.

“Why am I even being nice?” you mutter to yourself, walking back over to your side.

You shift Leon over as far as you comfortably can and slip under your sheets. It’s awkward as he’s still on top making it hard to even turn over but you just accept it—better than waking him up. Since you’re actually pretty tired, you fall asleep rather easily.

Sometime in the night, you wake up. Your back is to Leon and so you lay there peering at your vanity wondering what even woke you up. The bed moves as Leon shifts around behind you. Rolling your eyes, you think that definitely must’ve been it and determine to go back to sleep.

Your eyes slip shut but then there’s movement behind you again followed by a strangled sound. You tense, planning on rolling over, but you hear Leon groan and you realize the bed’s moving more rhythmically than you thought.

Wide eyed, you realize he’s jerking off next to you. You freeze in place afraid to move or breathe differently in case he notices.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself followed by a wet noise that makes your thighs clench.

Your eyes drift across your room and come back to your vanity where you can kinda see Leon and yourself at this angle. Mostly, you just see his arm move in time with the bed pretty much confirming what’s happening. You feel so hot now but you don’t want to push the blankets off.

Your legs shift and he completely stops what he’s doing with a low hiss. Once he thinks you’re not going to move again, he picks right back up, stroking himself off with a grunt.

Nipples hardening at the noises he’s making, you decide to roll over and feign being asleep so you can at least peek at what he’s doing. So, mind made up you shift sides making it seem as natural as you think it would look (you’re asleep how’re you really gonna know?).

Leon stops again, breathing shaky, as you get comfortable on your side now facing him.

“Hey,” he whispers, “you awake?”

You ignore him and keep your breathing steady. After another minute or so, Leon can’t help himself any longer.

“Fuck me,” he moans, fist gripping his fat cock and jerking slowly, “you’re just so fucking pretty.”

Your clit throbs but you stay still, eyelids cracking open just a smidge to watch his cock weep precum all over his fist as he fucks up into it.

“Wish I could fill up that tight little pussy,” his voice rumbles low in his chest, “god, can’t believe my little sister’s cunt is better than my girlfriend’s. Fuck.”

Arousal surges through your body so fast you feel lightheaded. Your toes curl under the covers as your pussy aches to be filled.

“Got me so hard,” he whines to himself, “fucking hate that I fell asleep waiting on you. Was gonna eat that cute pussy til you cried.”

Your thighs clench trying to ease the tension in your core but doesn’t really do anything except make you wish for more. You watch as Leon’s hand pumps his cock slowly, teasing himself as he drips precum all over the place. You watch as his dick throbs in his fist as he teases the head with short strokes.

“Haven’t stopped thinking about how much you liked it, liked me railing you into this bed,” he grinds his head back against the pillow, “fucking hell.”

You whimper, gaze looking up into Leon’s face as his hazy eyes look over at the noise.

“You finally awake, princess?” he grins but it loses some of its edge when he moans as his cock kicks in his hand.

You push up on your elbow and move over until you’re pressed all along Leon’s side. Eyes dragging from his face down to his cock drooling all over his fingers, makes you whine and press your chest hard into his body.

“Leon,” you whisper, fingers slipping under the band of your panties to tease across your aching clit, “do you—“

“Yes,” he grits out, pulling his hand away from his cock to tug your hand from your panties.

His eyes flutter when he slips your fingers into his mouth to taste your slick.

With a growl, he’s shoving you onto your back and knocking your legs apart so he can kneel between them.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say?” you giggle up at him, high on arousal.

His mouth ticks up into a mean smile, “Does it matter? We both need me in your pussy, don’t we, princess?”

With a whine, you nod helping him take your clothes off until you’re completely naked underneath him. He tugs on your nipples until you arch up with a whimper. He takes off his shirt and slips his shorts and underwear completely off then cages you under his bulky body.

Your hands go up to his shoulders as you cant your hips up, bumping your clit against the fat tip of his dick.

“Want it, big brother,” you murmur, eyes lidded as you see his pupils dilate even more, “need you in my pussy so bad.”

“Yeah?” he grips his cock with one hand and slaps it across your swollen bud driving you to thrust up against him with a moan, “sounds like you do.”

He drags his tips through your slick folds and presses against your clenching hole.

“Gotta relax,” he coos, “let big brother make you feel good.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders making him buck forward, cock slipping into your soaked hole.

“Fuck,” he hisses, eyes shut, “take it, princess, since you need it so much.”

He pulls out until just the tip is spreading your cunt and fucks back in, bullying his cock into your pussy until he’s buried balls deep.

Eyes rolling back, your nails scratch up Leon’s arms as a high and reedy whine slips from your throat.

“Mmhmm,” he laughs at you, “this cute little pussy needed to be dicked down huh?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you gasp out, pussy clamped down around Leon’s cock, “feels so good.”

“Fuck.”

He drops down to his elbows, pushing more of his weight onto you while you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him there. Your fluttering walls wring another low groan from him as he grinds against you.

“More, more, please,” you whimper, tugging on his biceps, “pin me down please, want it so bad, Leon.”

He humps down into your pussy as he lets himself ease down on top of you.

“You sure?” his hot breath caresses the shell of your ear, “you won’t be able to move, baby.”

“Don’t need to,” you mewl, “pin me down please, want to feel you.”

His chuckle vibrates deep in his chest, “Okay, gonna take care of my little sis, make sure you feel nice and full.”

Whining, your thighs close against his waist harder as you try to rock up into his thrusting cock. Try. Now that Leon has dropped most of his body weight on you to rut into your sopping wet cunt, you’re trapped underneath his broad frame making your clit throb.

“S’good, so good big brother,” you can’t stop rambling, body feeling too overwhelmed in the best way, “m’pussy feels so good, it’s all stretched out.”

“Good,” he laughs against your ear, “sound cockdrunk already and we’ve barely started.”

“Can’t help it,” you whine, pressing a messy kiss to his jaw, “it’s so big.”

He growls and snaps his hips harder into your wet hole, bullying his cock over and over into your squelching pussy. You’re whining so loud but neither of you think to muffle the noise. Leon’s thrust are banging your headboard against the wall, pressing you down harder into the mattress.

His fat tips keeps knocking into your cervix making you squeal and pant, pussy clamping down on his cock more and more as your g-spot is rubbed every time he pulls out.

“Aww is my cute littler sister about to cum?” Leon mocks, “is her tiny pussy gonna cum from big brother’s fat cock splitting her open?”

Tears are slipping from your eyes as you nod quickly, arousal ramping up from his condescending tone, “Uh huh, Leon ‘m about to cum. Please, I wanna cum.”

“Then tell me who’s gonna make you cum, princess? I might rub that slippery little clit if you beg me just right,” his smile is mean as he laughs again.

Panting you reply, “M-my big brother is gonna make me cum on his cock. On his stupidly fat cock.”

He groans, “Fuck, that’s what I like to hear. Get mean with me, baby.”

“I hate how good this feels,” you moan, “I hate how I love having your big dick in my pussy stretching me open. Feels so good.”

He grunts and slips a hand down between the tight space of your bodies and teasingly rubs your swollen clit.

“Tell me more,” his voice is husky and low, sea dark eyes staring in yours, “tell me more, baby sis.”

“I like that I’m your little sister,” you finally choke out on a low moan, “fuck, love that you’re my big brother, and I especially love that you cum in my pussy.”

He growls and fucks his tongue into your parted mouth. You move your hands from his shoulders to his hair as you sloppily make out. His fingers pinch and rub against your clit in rough little circles until you’re screaming into his mouth, climax wiping out everything except that euphoric feeling overtaking your body.

“Fuck you’re milking me so good,” he presses his face into your neck as his hips rabbit into your cunt, cock finally burying deep in your fluttering walls.

You moan brokenly as hot spurts of cum fill your cunt, sticky rope after rope painting your walls white. Leon rocks himself against you as he lets your pussy milk his cock til he’s spent.

He pulls out of your spasming hole and you whine to see his spent dick shiny with slick and cum. He collapses next to you on the bed.

“I’m not gonna want to go back to my room when it’s ready,” he grumbles, dragging you into his arms so he can nose across your hairline, “pussy too good.”

“Leon,” you huff out, irritation flirting at your tone, “shut up.”

“Yes ma’am,” he snarks, pinching a nipple making you hiss.

You try to push him away but he shifts down and sucks that same nipple into his mouth. Your hands wind in his hair but when he just keeps suckling at the hard bud, you only sigh and let him move over the other nipple.

“Leon, what’re you doing?” you bite your lip as he squishes your breasts together to suck and lick across both nipples.

“Shutting up,” he grins at you, nipping the underside of your breasts, “can’t talk if I’m sucking on your tits right?”

He doesn’t let you answer and goes back to lathing attention across your breasts until you’re wet and squirming, pressing them into his face.

“Leon,” you whine, “touch me, please.”

He groans, sucking your nipple into his mouth as he spreads your legs to slide his hard cock between your thighs to rub against your pussy.

“Can I?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“Ohh, fucking hell, you’re so wet.”

“Big brother, please, play with my clit.”

“I’ve got you princess, fuck, y’keep squeezing that tight pussy on me and I’m gonna bust way too soon.”

“Leon, please—oh yes there, right there. Big brother please, oh god, yes.”

“How did you get even tighter? Mm that’s it’s take my cock baby sis, fucking—“

“I’m gonna cum so fast, my clit’s so sensitive now.”

“Fuck yes, cum on my cock again, squeeze out another load for that cute pussy. There we go, oh fuck, that’s it that’s it—“

“‘m cumming, oh Leon I’m—“

You kiss each other to stop the loud moans and whines from slipping out, both of you cumming one after the other. Leon presses himself as deep as he can into your pussy, hot cum flooding your sore fluttering walls as you milk him for every drop.

“If we don’t stop now, we’ll never get any sleep,” Leon whispers against your lips, slowly slipping his cock from your hole.

You whine to feel the mess of slick and cum drip all over your thighs.

“I know,” you finally roll onto your back, jaw cracking with a yawn.

He lays next to you, pressed against your side as he throws an arm over your waist.

“Don’t wake me up before eight,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“Same goes to you,” you roll your eyes knowing he can’t see it.

In no time at all, you’re lulled to sleep from Leon’s body heat and deep even breaths.

#stepbro leon s kennedy/you #stepbro!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #stepbro!leon s kennedy #fem!reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x you #stepcest #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #resident evil smut #lipglossanon #lipglossanonmasterlist

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kanmom51 · 3 months

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Fave Jikook pics (?)

was going through my drafts again today to find these 2 beautiful Jikook pics that I probably meant to share way back last year.

Given the time that has passed and me not remembering what it was I had in mind while saving them to my drafts I decided to take it in a different direction.

So, I was doing a 'share your favorite Jikook pic' today with my good friends and it got me thinking what my favorite pics and/or moments were.

These two moments above are definitley top contenders (which I kind of forgot about when I was narrowing down my fave pics, seeing there are sooooo many beautiful moments out there for the picking).

But having a little think about it, I feel like the ones I connect with the most, the ones that pull at my heart strings the most, are:

Those super charged or emotional moments, when you can feel the feelings and/or tension without the words being said out loud.

Those moments when they find comfort in each other.

Those moments you can see the love they have for each other and the joy they bring one another.

Those moments when they are super flirty with each other (these ones just bring a much needed huge ass smile to my face).

That man has no shame.🤣🤣

And to think just a few years back he was calling JM shameless and malfunctioning when JM showed just how shameless he was, lol.

Seeing that you'd think he was so innocent and most definitley not shameless here either, right?

So innocent it drove JM totally mad, lol.

I think it's safe to say that JK was just as shameless if not more so at moments.

So, I think we can conclude that both of them are flirt kings, even more so with each other. And they don't even have to be in the same room and/or frame to drive each other or us crazy.

Wait a minute...

How did it go from Jikook favorite pics to this?

Meh, who cares, right?

As long as we get us a dose of Jikook all is well (even if the post makes absolutely no sense what so ever).

Those moments when the editors are clearly Jikookers (and this happens during clearly loud and obvious Jikook moments).

Ehm...

So basically, almost every pic out there of them interacting naturally.

Ok then...

I guess my point will be not having a point, just enjoying and sharing much loved Jikook moments.

#jikook #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #jk #jimin #jm #jikook pics #jikook moments

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gh0stswh0re · 1 year

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"relax your throat, darling"

warnings: f! reader, blowjobs + deepthroating, mutual masturbation, domestic fluff, inexperienced reader, established relationship, mentions of the reader being a virgin prior to the relationship, soft dom simon, praise

a/n: i spent an embarrassingly long time writing this and it's still barely a meh. it can be taken as a pt3 to the ghost x virgin (!) reader fic, although it's not implied anywhere + it lacks any proper storyline. this is more of a dribble than anything else.

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nearly twenty minutes have passed since he picked you up in the kitchen, threw you over his shoulder, and carried you over to the couch – all of your protesting, giggling and playful hitting were to no avail.

it didn't really bother you, the feeling of domesticity; despite how quickly it settled into your lives – living together for barely three weeks and the tiny four-room apartment already started to feel like home.

the early morning cuddles which soon turned into ruthless competitions of who stays under the blankets for the longest before developing the first clinical signs of hyperthermia.

the dim flames of the cheap candles playfully dancing as their sweet aroma of apple-cinnamon spreads throughout the entire apartment complex – it'd be the very definition of tacky if it wasn't for simon trying so hard – even preparing dinner, despite cooking being one of the activities he hasn't done in years, and burning his hand twice in the process.

showering together – because it saves water, of course.

the late-night chatters which followed; strangely enough, simon never makes any other environmentalist comments – what a bastard.

all the small pieces puzzled together into the safe and comfortable living space you two shared, and while he would never say it out loud – simon was utterly thankful for it. and for moments like these – when he had you pinned down on the couch, one hand pressed against your tummy as the other held your hips in place with his nasty mouth pressed flat against your cunt – he was thanking god. or whatever external divine force intervened with his dull life - where the wish to suffer was just a passive request of his subconscious mind – and brought you straight into his embrace. it all felt like a simple promise - a promise of something greater that life has to offer.

this was no rare occurrence – grabbing handfuls of his clothes, silently urging him to take them off, to allow your curious fingers to explore every inch of his body, ... all while he slowly leans back, as the gaze of his drowsy eyes pierces right through you – like a predator stalking his prey - watching your every movement, and studying each individual facial expression – he could sink his teeth into you and devour you whole at any given moment, but he choses not to. truth be told, he finds his own perverted pleasure in it – his body merely anything but a physical tool for you to experiment on - teasing him in all ways possible just to see which movement provokes which reaction in him – who would have guessed such a pure virgin would turn into such a filthy slut.

although, there was a specific thing you've been begging him to try out with you – deepthroating. it sounded fun and looked fairly easy too – seeming like a good time all around.

today, you've built up enough courage to take some of the control away from him – dropping down onto your knees, a hand stilled on each one of his thighs as your lips sank down on his dick,"you didn't- shit, darling" the adam's apple bobbed in his throat as his head fell back and he swallowed hard. "darling, hey- you don't have to" one hand rested on top of your head. "but i want to" he should've known by now - dumb comments get even dumber responses.

you hated admitting he was right – especially about things you've begged him for – but it was a bit too much.

your chin quivering as your throat spasmed around his cock each time he hit the soft palate at the back of your mouth? too much.

your knees burning as if you've been kneeling on fragments of shattered glass for the past ten minutes? too much.

your jaw growing sore as spit dripples down your chin onto your chest? too much.

the stifled moans cutting through his vocal cords up his throat, as the blackness of his blown-out irises consume the color of his eyes? too-fucking-much.

he noticed – warm fingertips crept behind your neck, traveling up to your hairline "hey now-". blood rushed to your face – tingling your cheeks and painting them a shy tone of red as your lips separated from him with a loud, wet pop.

the calloused pads of his fingers rubbed against your lower jaw, carefully easing the stiffness away right before his palm wrapped around your throat – constricting the airway just enough to get a giggle out of you – dipping his head down, he used the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, swallowing the musky taste which spread throughout his mouth.

"just like that, lean back-" releasing his grip on your throat, his hand dropped down to your chest - pushing you away slightly. "and touch yourself" breath cycled inside your lungs – into your mouth, out of your nose – faster and faster with each weary moment.

"you know how i like it" lust streaked through you – from your veins into your bones, swallowing your being entirely. you do know exactly how he likes it – two fingers spreading the swollen folds of your cunt as the third one circles on your clit – and just how much he likes it.

so you did it – leaning backward on your heels, your right hand slipped past your tummy down to your sex – fuck, embarrassment burned hot inside you, but you couldn't deny just how aroused the entire thing made you – wetness was practically dripping out of your aching cunt.

your eyes bore into his before your stare dropped down from his lips to his collarbones - now glistening with a thin layer of sweat - to his stomach – muscles tensing up – down to his lap – he looked massive even as his own hand gripped around his length.

a part of you wanted more – to just hop onto his lap, to soak right through the fabric of his pants as you straddled against him.

the other part, the greater part of you, was frozen in place – paralyzed as you watched his hand move up and down, and up – his thumb teasing the leaky, sensitive tip – and down – his hips thrusting back against his palm.

bliss started to blur your brain's function and soon only a single thought remained in that pretty little head of yours – as he'd call it – to cum, to cum hard, and to cum right fucking now.

"faster, little dove – sing for me" pure carnality.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon riley fluff #simon riley headcanons #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost headcanons #ghost fluff #ghost mw2 #cod #cod mw22 #cod mw2 #ghost #cod ghost

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akane171 · 5 months

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Things about Ron Speirs that live rent free in my head

-“SPEIRS, GET YOURSELF OVER HERE!”

I don’t know what I like most about this scene. The fact Dick just furiously passed Sink and ignored his commander, because his boys were getting screwed? Speirs running to him and then without a single word sprinting to do the job? Or Nixon with his binoculars liveblogging the whole battle? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-The change in his voice and intonation between “I’m taking over” and “First Sergeant Lipton!”.

-The church scene, when Lipton says Easy men didn’t care about the gossips… It was HILARIOUS. Like, Lip? Sweetheart? Ron scared the shit out of Christenson and some poor innocent kids in the same damned ep. I could hear Pat’s sobbing in the background during that scene, mixed with the nuns’ chorus.

-A man needs a hobby and his was trolling people. Aside of the whole “did he or did he not shot the prisoners”, he enjoyed the gossips, appearing suddenly out of nowhere, while giving creepy speeches and traumatizing people. And he did it fabulously. Legend.

-His little, millisecond pause, when we watch his back while Lipton says “Well, maybe they keep talking about it because they never heard Tercius deny it”.

-And two things about this scene. Lipton knows Speirs was trolling people and it was amusing him. And Ron’s answer “Well, maybe that’s because Tercius knew there was some value to the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest sonofabitch in the whole Roman legion” - he knows Lip knows he was trolling people and (not directly) admits it. He never did that to anyone else, what also means he really respected Lipton (gross sobbing).

-Anyway, this whole church scene is a pure love and I adore every second of it.

-He was a history nerd ;_; I’m kind of sad, we didn’t see him and Buck taking about some ancient battles in Gaul.

-He kept tabs on Easy xD how much he’s learnt from creeping in the shadows and eavesdropping – no one knows xD

-The fact real Speirs was shot in the ass on some of his solo patrols proves he was just meant to be Easy’s CO. Fucking destiny.

-His favourite sergeant was Grant (ok, ok, put the pitchforks DOWN, I said sergeant NOT lieutenant, geez).

-The fact no one called him “Sparky” in the show is a crime against humanity. But at least we got one “Ron” from Winters. Still…

-I think I read somewhere here, that he wore his helmet so low, because it was too big and… yes? Absolutely? Whoever noticed it – I bow to you.

And it reminds me all the promo pics where we have most of the characters standing together and he stands on the side, a little farer and looking awkwardly like “mom said I have to socialize more, so here I am, ugh…”.

-Also, he looks tiny compared to the other guys on many shots/pics, what is hilarious on many levels.

-I realized it after the second watch, that he not only stole cigarettes from Buck, but he offered them to the German POWs. Not his cigarettes, but the shit he stole. I don’t know why, but it’s just so super HIM xD

-I wonder when exactly Easy Company did realize that their new CO is not exactly the meanest, toughest sonofabitch in the army, but a big ass weirdo, with poor social skills, suspicious hobbies and sticky hands.

-Ep 8 look >>>>>>>>>>>>> everything else.

-The moment when Webster throws himself to the ground and Ron just stands in the background, watching the missile like it was meh (he had a personal ranking of “Things that almost killed me” and that missile was not even on the Top 10).

-“No. You don’t have any experience.” How the fuck Jones didn’t drop dead right after is beyond me. Also, A+++ acting.

-The fact is that Lipton was his social-skills-only-working-brain-cell and it’s beautiful.

-The moment Perconte asked him to give him back his lighter, I guess it was the moment Speirs knew his reputation crumbled to dust xD

-Unpopular opinion, but I don’t think Malarkey scared him on a purpose. I think it was accidentally, what for me, makes it even funnier. But the fact Don started as someone who was scared of Speirs like no one else and ended scarring him – it just warms my heart.

-And that pure annoyance on Ron’s face when Malarkey’s approaches him a second after he scared him, will never stop making me laugh. It the look could kill the bottle in Don’s hands would explode.

-On some point Lipton was sitting with his head in his hands and moaning that he was not paid enough to keep his crazy CO with suicidal tendencies alive and Luz was there-thereing him.

-All the things he's done to keep Grant alive.

-Basically, Speirs gives me a stray cat vibes and the fact he kind of, adopted Lipton and whole Easy proves it.

-And finally, the way he went from “we are all dead, just accept it” to “ok, I guess I’m going to stay in the army to keep the idiots alive (sighs)” is one of the best character developments and is so… sooo … you know? ;_;

Anyway, the thing I like the most about his character is how unexpected he is. I didn’t expect to like him so much. I didn’t expect him to change so much in such splendid way. But here I am.

We meet him in the show as “a cold blooded soldier” stereotype and we learn in the end he was just deeply compassionate man (and a weirdo), who applied being a sociopath to be a better man of war. It just makes him very human - thanks to the fact his character was based on a real man, I guess. And that applies to all BOB’s characters.

And BIG kudos to Matthew Settle for doing such a great job and creating an iconic character. I read and watched some interviews, where he admitted he had a big problems with grasping the role, but damn, in the end he absolutely NAILED IT.

EDIT: Part II (x)

#band of brothers #ronald speirs #carwood lipton #i should have written Top 100 not 10 ;_;#part I

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galexystern · 9 months

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the other shoe

pairing; steve harrington/reader

rating; T

word count; 4k

warnings; fluff, a little angst, jealousy, allusions to smut

desc; steve learns his definition of love isn’t necessarily correct.

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"Hey, baby," you hear Steve say just before he plops down on the bench next to you. You hold up a finger, and he waits patiently for you to read until the next section break. When you get there, you place your bookmark, close the book, and properly turn to him.

"Hi, pretty boy," you finally reply, making him beam. You lean forward and he eagerly meets your lips for a tender kiss. He pulls away but you keep your head in the same place with your eyes closed. "You smell good."

"Thanks, sweetheart." He kisses your forehead and you sit up again. "It's a new cologne. What do you think?"

You inhale deeply, making him chuckle. "I like it," you eventually say. "It suits you."

"Guess it's a keeper then."

"Just like you."

He points to himself in shock and you laugh. He can't help but break and join in. Your laugh is just too infectious. "You too, beautiful."

You present your cheek to him and he kisses it wetly. You make a face and wipe away the extra spit. Steve puts on an affronted expression. "Wiping off my kisses, are we?"

You shrug. "When they're gross, I guess."

"My kisses would never be gross!" He lunges at you and you screech in laughter as his hands descend to tickle you mercilessly. "Take it back!"

"Never!" You yell, trying to squirm out of his grip, but he's got muscle and mass on you so it doesn't really work.

"I'm not gonna stop unless you take it back!"

A few more seconds of tickling torture and you finally pant out, "Okay! Okay. Your kisses are never gross."

"Thank you." He stops and brings his hands back to himself. "How are you, baby? How's the book?"

"It's so good!" You gush. He smiles; he loves hearing you rave about the things you like. He'll never get tired of it. "I think maybe you'd like it too."

He raises an eyebrow, skeptical.

"Just hear me out," you rush out. "It's this big heist duology and these six characters have to team up even though they don't really know or like each other but they become a family anyway and there's magic and there's love and all of them are morally gray characters and no one is too good and everyone worships money and it all seems impossible but they have to find a way to pull it off anyway."

He holds out a hand wordlessly and you pass him the book excitedly. Steve doesn't read that much—he can read, of course, and likes to sometimes, but there are other things he likes to do more—but your opinions are important to him so he'll usually read what you recommend. But you're picky about your recommendations; you know how he feels about reading, and you'd rather not offer than get a no in response. So when you do say you think he'd like something, it holds more weight. You're usually right.

Steve skims the blurb and feels his interest piquing. He does love a morally gray character and the found family trope. "Okay, angel. I'll read it after you."

You light up. "Really?"

"Of course," he replies, grinning at you. He also loves it when he makes you so happy.

You squeal a little and clap your hands, and Steve's smile grows wider if possible. "Yay! We can talk about this book and then read the second one together! Like our own little book club!"

"Won't your other book club get jealous?" He teases.

You roll your eyes and shove him lightly. "They'll be fine. They're not the jealous type."

"You never know."

"Meh." You wave a hand. "But how are you? How was class?"

"Actually kind of interesting." Steve had just come from his Botany class, which he'd chosen to fulfill a science credit requirement. He'd never been a fan of science, but he likes learning about nature and different types of plants and species. Suspiciously, it doesn't feel like science at all.

"I told you that you would like it."

"And you're always right."

He'd been sarcastic, but you just nod as if he'd been serious. "Exactly." Steve laughs and pulls you in for another sweet kiss. You're both smiling when you part.

"Oh, I wanted to ask you something," he says abruptly, just remembering why he'd sought you out on the quad in the first place.

You hum, motioning for him to go ahead.

"The boys invited me to go see the latest Mission: Impossible movie with them tonight. Is that okay?"

"I'm not your mother, Steve," you joke. He rolls his eyes fondly.

"We'd talked about hanging out tonight is all."

"No worries, that's fine. I'm not a big M:I fan anyway. You can just explain it to me in detail when you come home."

"Should I take notes?"

"Yes, there will be a pop quiz and it will affect your grade." You two grin at each other. "Besides," you continue, "I have actual book club tonight."

"Did you finish that book already?" Steve taps your current read sitting between you.

"No," you admit. At Steve's snicker, you add, "But their pick was so boring! I was dozing off every time I tried reading it."

He smirks. "They might quiz you."

"Ah, well." You shrug. "What's it gonna do? Tank my GPA?" You smile at Steve's grin. "We're still on for date night tomorrow, right?"

"Absolutely, pretty girl. Got a plan and everything."

Your eyebrows raise. "Oh? That's kinda sexy."

Steve preens a little. "Is it? I had no idea."

You slap his upper arm gently and he pretends to be mortally wounded, making you giggle. At that, he swoops in and gives you one last kiss before standing.

"Gotta get to my next class. Thank you, baby. Love you."

"Love you." You blow him a kiss, and he catches it and places it into his pocket for safekeeping. Your laugh follows him as he walks out of the quad, making him feel lighter than air.

;

Steve looks at the time on his dashboard clock. "Shit!" He yells, pushing his car to move just a little faster, but not too fast. He doesn't want to get pulled over and be even later than he already is. His knee bounces at every red light and he has to consciously stop himself from biting his nails. He knows you hate it when he does that; it always leaves his fingers cracked and bleeding and sensitive.

He speeds into the complex's lot and parks haphazardly, briefly checking he's between the yellow lines before sprinting to the doors and up the three flights of stairs. He bursts through the door into your shared apartment, slightly winded.

"Baby?" He says loudly, frantically. He hears you yell from the bedroom and he rushes in to find you sitting on the bed, all dolled up with nowhere to go. It makes him feel worse.

"Hi, my love," you say, setting down the book you were reading and standing. You walk over to him and give him a kiss. "Everything okay?"

Steve takes your hands in his. "I'm so sorry I'm late, sweetheart. Class got out late and then there was this huge construction zone—did you know they're doing construction on Margrove Ave? I did not. Traffic was backed up forever and...ugh, I'm sorry."

He looks at you to see...you holding back a grin? His brow scrunches in confusion. Eventually, you do break into a grin.

"It's alright, baby. No harm done."

"But you look so pretty and I kept you waiting and it was mean..."

"First of all, thank you for saying I look pretty." You kiss his cheek softly. "Second, you didn't do it on purpose. I don't mind. You're here now."

"Really?"

"Yeah," you answer with a tiny giggle. "Really."

Relief floods Steve's face and he sighs. "You are the best."

"That I do know." You follow it up with a wink and Steve laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you for a passionate kiss. You can't help your laugh, breaking it, and he leans back to look at you lovingly.

He sets you back down. "Let me just change quickly and we'll get outta here."

"Okay," you say with a nod. He kisses your temple before heading to the closet and switching out his regular clothes for something a little nicer. When he emerges wearing a nice polo half-tucked into a pair of khakis, shiny sneakers on his feet, he finds you back on the bed and your nose in the book. He clears his throat and you look up at him. "What's so interesting in there?" He teases.

He walks towards you and tries to grab the book, but you slide it out of the way, your expression a little nervous. Now he really wants to know what you're reading, so he darts around the other side of you and snags it before you can hide it again. You make a little noise of surprise and he looks down to see that you were reading the second book of that duology you'd convinced him to try. The one you were supposed to read together.

He looks back at you, face curiously blank, and you blurt out, "I'm sorry, baby! I know we said we'd read it together but it was just so good and I couldn't resist."

Steve finally breaks into a smile and laughs. "Angel, it's fine. I couldn't care less if you read ahead. As long as you don't spoil it."

You make a face in horror. "You know I would never!"

He laughs harder. "I know, honey. I know."

You huff an exhale. "Well, I'm sorry anyway."

"You don't have to be sorry." Steve gathers you into his arms. "I don't care. Plus, I was late so it's just balancing the scales."

"But that doesn't matter."

"Neither does this."

"Then I guess nothing of importance happened."

Steve barks out a laugh. "Guess not," he teases back, making you break into a smile. "Ready to go?"

You nod and he helps you stand, tucking your arm into his elbow as he leads you out into the night.

;

"I'm home!" You shout from the front door as you slip off your shoes and coat.

"Hi, baby!" Steve yells back from the kitchen. You walk down the hall and into the room, permeated with a delicious aroma of spices. He's standing at the counter, chopping something on a cutting board, as pots and pans sizzle on the stove.

You go up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, making sure to do it slowly and carefully so he doesn't accidentally cut you or himself. "Smells great in here," you mumble into his shoulder, peering over it to see him slicing red and green peppers. "I'm starving."

"Good," he replies, distracted by his task. "Dinner is in fifteen." He finishes the pepper he's working on and sweeps them into a bowl on the side. Before he can set the next vegetable on the board—carrots, from the nice, little line he has them in on the counter—he turns around in your arms. He wipes his hands on his jeans before placing them on your hips and pulling you in for a long, sensual kiss. "Missed you today."

You giggle when he presses tiny kisses to your cheeks and nose and forehead. "Missed you too. Class was so boring. I was dying to get out of there."

"Well, now you're here." He squeezes you into a tight hug. "Where you're supposed to be."

"Sap," you tease and then yelp when he pinches you lightly.

"You love it," he replies, smiling smugly.

You roll your eyes but smile. "Unfortunately, I do."

"Unfortunately?" He goes to get you back for that but you dance away from him before he can. You laugh as he playfully chases you around the tiny kitchen, finally backing you up against the table. "What do you have to say for yourself, little miss?"

You grin cheekily. "Sorry, daddy."

Steve groans a little at the pet name, unintentionally thrusting his hips and half-hard crotch into yours.

"Nope," he says suddenly and stops himself from moving again. You whine a little. "Ah-ah. That's for later."

You make a face. "Meanie."

He grips your chin between his thumb and index finger and makes you look up at him. "But later, I expect to see the good little girl I know and love."

"No promises," you reply wickedly. You slip your mouth over the tip of his thumb. You watch Steve's eyes darken, and then release it and add cheerily, "Shall I set the table?"

"Brat," Steve mutters. He pinches your chin lightly and then steps away. He goes back to the cutting board while you gather plates, silverware, napkins, and glasses on the table. As you set them, you ask, "Baby, did you get the book back?"

Steve freezes. After you and he had finished the second book in the duology, he'd loaned it to a friend who'd read the first one and wanted to finish the series. It'd been a couple weeks and you'd recently asked him to get the book back so you could find the quotes you'd highlighted and copy them down—a favorite pastime. He kept meaning to ask his friend but also kept forgetting.

"Um," he says to you. "No. I forgot again." He spins around. "I'm really sorry, princess."

You look up at him and he tenses, waiting. But then you shrug and go back to setting the table. "Okay. Next time you see him, can you grab it?"

Steve just blinks at you. "What?"

You glance up. "Next time you see Oliver? You can get it back?"

"Oh, uh, yeah." He bobs his head oddly. "Next time, definitely."

"Sounds good," you sing back to him as you finish. He turns back to the vegetables and cuts at a slower pace.

"Sweetheart?" He calls out tentatively. You hum back in response. "Can you stir the pot on the stove for me?"

"Course, honey." You go to the stove and do as he asked, sniffing deeply. "Smells so good, Stevie. What is this?"

"Chicken marsala," he answers, relaxing a little.

"Yummy." You take a little taste, which Steve catches as he pours the carrots into the salad bowl.

"Little miss!" He exclaims. You jump back from the stove and smile sheepishly. He points the knife at you. "Got a little attitude tonight, huh?"

You shrug, eyes going up as you try to look innocent. You look angelic to Steve, but definitely not innocent. He sighs and shakes his head, setting down the knife and picking up the bowl. He brings it to the table and you follow him eagerly. He surprises you by whipping around and catching you around your waist, making you shriek in laughter. He tugs you in close and you hum when he kisses you hungrily.

"I should teach you a lesson right here," he murmurs lowly. Your breath hitches.

"Maybe you should, daddy," you taunt.

"Maybe I will."

But when he dips back down to kiss you again, your stomach grumbles loudly, breaking the moment. You giggle as Steve rests his forehead against yours in exasperation. "Alright, alright," he says. "Food first."

He tries to let you go but you keep your arms locked around his neck. You bring him down into an intense kiss, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip so he'll open his mouth. He does so with a moan, and you dive in, tasting him. You explore for another minute, running your fingers through his hair, and then you separate and step away. He stares at you in bewilderment.

"Just a preview of later," you say with a wink. Then you turn away and flounce to the fridge to pull out a wine you and Steve both like. He tries to regain his composure...or at least, fake it until after dinner.

;

Steve can't sleep. He's been tossing and turning for hours. It's infuriating; he has an early class in the morning and you're asleep beside him—he just wants to curl up around you and drift off as well. But a thought's been nagging at him for a while and he's been pushing it away, and now it's coming to get its revenge and robbing him of necessary, restful sleep. He lets out a quiet groan and turns onto his other side yet again.

"Baby?" You murmur sleepily.

"Fuck," he swears under his breath, "I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's fine." You yawn and turn to face him, eyes still closed. "What's wrong?"

He studies you. "Why do you do that?"

You blink blearily. "Do what?"

"Say it's okay whenever I fuck up."

"What?" That's gotten your attention and you wake up a little bit more. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you love me?"

"Baby," you say, worried now. You scoot forward until you're next to him. You prop your head onto your hand and rest the other on his chest. "What are you talking about? Of course I love you. I love you so much."

Steve shakes his head petulantly. "Then why do you let me get away with so many things? If you love me, you're supposed to hold me accountable."

"Get away with things? What things?"

"Like...like forgetting to get your book back from Oliver. And being late. And cancelling plans."

"Baby, those aren't fuck-ups."

"Yeah, they are. I made those mistakes and you don't care."

"You're right, I don't care." He looks hurt so you hurry to continue, "About those things. They're so small and unimportant. I care about you." He still seems skeptical. "Stevie, my love, you didn't do those maliciously. You weren't trying to cause me harm or hurt me. You apologized and felt bad in the moment. That shows you care. And those things are just little inconveniences. They don't matter in the end. I don't care if you’re a little late as long as I get to see your pretty face at some point. Cancelling tentative plans that aren't set in stone is perfectly fine. And getting our book back from Oliver isn't life or death. You forgot; I don't mind. I forget things all the time. You know how bad my memory is." Steve cracks a small smile. "And waking me up you didn't mean to do. You said so yourself. So how could I be mad at you? What is there to be mad about?"

"I don't know," he says timidly. "Aren't I supposed to be perfect? For you?"

"Baby, you are perfect for me. But you don't have to be perfect in general. Humans are the definition of imperfection. As long as you apologize and don't do anything to hurt me on purpose, I'm okay."

"I would never hurt you on purpose."

"I know, my love." You move your hand to his cheek and rub your thumb against it gently. "You can't make everyone happy all the time; that's just how it is."

"I just..." He trails off. When he looks at you, you nod encouragingly, so he tries again. "You never get angry. I want you to get angry."

"Why?"

"Doesn't that show you care?"

"Oh, beautiful boy," you coo. "I love you. But anger does not equal care. Especially not about small issues that don't matter in the grand scheme of things." He shrugs. "Besides, I can be angry. I'm just not gonna be angry at you."

"Why haven't you been?"

"Why would I be? You've been a perfect gentleman. You've been the best boyfriend a girl could ask for." That gets Steve to smile wider. "You show me you love me all the time. You being late does not negate those other, bigger things you do. You know?" Finally, he nods a little and you sigh with a smile. "Feel better?"

"Yeah. I do love you, a lot."

"I love you too, baby." You kiss him sweetly, and he reciprocates happily. "Cuddle me?"

He nods, eagerly this time, and you turn over so he can press his chest against your back. He sighs against your neck and his breath makes you giggle. "Love you, angel."

"Love you too, Stevie. Sweet dreams."

;

You slam your car door and lock it hastily as you stride quickly to the door of the restaurant. You throw open the door, ready to apologize profusely to Steve for being late. You spot his beautiful head of hair and head towards him before stopping in your tracks.

There's a cute, perky little waitress standing at his table, smiling widely, laughing loudly, touching his arm now and then. It's obvious she's flirting.

You see red.

You stomp over, pasting a fake smile on your face as you slide into the booth next to Steve, right in front of the waitress. "I'm so sorry I'm late, baby." You kiss him, which startles him, but he leans in to kiss you back like normal. "I missed you so much," you add when you lean away. Then you turn and look up at the waitress brightly. She's watching you in disbelief and annoyance. "Hi! I'll just take an ice water. Thank you!"

She huffs and walks away, shoulders hunched. You roll your eyes as you go to the other side of the booth and cross your arms. Steve looks at you warily.

"Hi, angel," he says hesitantly.

Your attention goes to him and you melt a little looking at his sweet face. "Hi, my love," you reply, reaching out a hand across the surface. He automatically brings his hand up and intertwines your fingers.

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"Are you...angry?" You shrug. "At me?"

"No, no, no," you rush out, "not with you, pretty boy." The waitress comes back and sets down your waters a little too hard, making the liquid splash out onto your arms. You glare at each other as she walks away again. Still squinting after her, you say, "I'm angry with entitled little bitches who think they can steal my man right under my nose."

Steve blinks a little, and then a sly smile spreads across his mouth. "Ah."

You glance back at him. "What?"

"You're cute when you're jealous."

"Pfft," you roll your eyes, "I'm not jealous."

He raises an eyebrow in amusement. "That right?"

You take your hand back so you can cross your arms again. "Yup," you reply, popping the p.

"Angel." He wiggles his fingers. "Come back." It takes a minute, but you eventually cave and reconnect your hands. Steve brings them to his mouth and he kisses the back of yours softly.

"Told you I get angry," you say lightly.

Steve huffs out a laugh. "And you're always right."

That makes you smile. "Exactly." You keep studying him. "I am sorry I was late, though."

"It's fine, honey. I don't mind."

"See? I don't mind either."

"Oh, you don't mind you were late?"

You pull his hand towards you and try to bite it for his teasing. He laughs and tugs back so they're resting on the table again. As he rubs his thumb across the back of your hand, you relax again.

"I don't mind when you're late," you clarify.

"But you do mind when—what did you say?—'entitled little bitches' flirt with ‘your man’?" He smirks.

"Yes, I mind that very much," you answer primly, making him chuckle. "In fact, it makes me pretty angry."

His eyes glint. "That's pretty sexy."

"Oh?" You bare your teeth in a sinful grin. "You like seeing me possessive over you? Marking you as mine?"

His foot caresses your calf as it slides up. "Mhm. Maybe you can do that later. Physically.”

"You know, I will." You play footsie back with him. "Show the world you belong to me."

He swallows back a small moan. "Fuck, yes."

Out of nowhere, a pair of menus slap down on the table beside your hands, and you two startle back. The waitress smirks before strutting away, but Steve doesn't take his eyes off you. You gaze at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

When it dies down, Steve hands a menu to you and you open it. He squeezes your hand and so you look back up at him.

"I love you, you know that?" He says softly, lovingly.

"I know. I love you too." You beam at each other. "Now," you continue, "there’s another series by that same author. I’ve heard it’s so good. It’s about secret societies at Yale and magic and hell and demons and slow burn romance and more found family and a girl who can see ghosts. Thoughts?"

#steve harrington x reader #mine

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I dunno why this one seemed to take me longer than the previous one to write as they're pretty much the same length. Meh, it's a solid chapter with plenty of comfort and a teensy bit of spice.

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Last Day.

Bad Sansuary: Free Space - Scars

Word Count: 2,889

Feat. Axe & Killer!

Today was another difficult one. You couldn't put your finger on an exact reason why but you were just feeling down. You'd decided to just wander around the castle to see if one of the boys wasn't busy. Surely hanging out with someone would help cheer you up.

Just as you passed by the kitchen, you heard some clattering inside like someone was inside doing something. You poked your head in the room to find the exact person you had figured would be cooking right now.

Axe was in the middle of chopping up a small mound of potatoes, presumably to go with dinner later on, and he was already almost through what was there. You couldn't help but admire how dexterously he wielded the large knife that he was using and how perfectly uniform each of the cubes were.

He seemed to be in his element and you almost thought about just leaving so you wouldn't disturb him. He glanced up before you could though, apparently having sensed that you were staring. You had no idea how he kept doing that.

"hey, lil' chip," he greeted. His permanent smile stretched wider into a more genuine one and the corner of his good eye socket crinkled slightly.

"Hey Axe..." You went to go sit down on one of the barstools that were on the other side of the kitchen island where he was working. Folding your arms on the counter, you propped your chin on them so you could watch him work.

"somethin' the matter?" he asked, raising a bonebrow.

You hummed in a non-committal way.

"if ya need to, ya can tell me anythin'." He finished chopping the potatoes and moved them into a pot of water before setting them on the stove to boil.

"I don't know where to start really."

He started getting some spices out of the pantry. "are ya feelin' sick?" he called over his shoulder.

"No, I feel fine... A little tired though I guess."

He emerged from the pantry with a cinnamon stick, the container of peppercorn, and a couple of other ones that you didn't know the names of off the top of your head. He got out a mortar and pestle from the cupboard to start grinding them up before speaking again.

"i'm guessin' you're not sleepin' well then?"

You shrugged, "Nightmare still has to knock me out with magic so I guess not."

Axe grimaced and shook his skull. "that's better than not sleepin'... i could look into some remedies if ya want, besides actual medicine anyways."

"Sure, it couldn't hurt."

You found yourself following the grain of the finished wooden countertop with your eyes for a couple of minutes while Axe continued with whatever he was preparing.

Only when he set a mug with something hot that smelled spicy on the counter next to you, did you look up at him again. He sat down on a bar stool next to you and gently stroked your hair. You continued to sit there quietly while he tried to comfort you with a little bit of affection.

Hearing footsteps, he looked over at the doorway and quirked a bonebrow at whoever had entered the kitchen. You glanced over as well only to find Killer leaning against the wall.

He smirked and tilted his skull in what you thought was curiousity. "what's up?"

Axe hummed before answering, "she's havin' a day..."

Killer nodded in a knowing way and strode up to the kitchen island. He leaned against it and scanned your face thoughtfully.

"aw, you poor thing," he murmured. "maybe we could cheer you up?" He glanced over at Axe who only shrugged in response.

Killer took a seat next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leaning his skull against your head. "i found a new joke if you want to hear it, cutie."

"Is it a good one this time?" you grumbled.

Rather than answer, Killer decided to go ahead and tell the joke. "what do you call a bear with no teeth?" He only paused for a few seconds before adding, "a gummy bear."

You rolled your eyes. It was another lame one.

He tried again. "two men walked into a bar...you'd think at least one of them would've ducked."

Axe chuckled quietly but you could only bring yourself to exhale through your nose.

"did you hear about the claustrophobic astronaut? he just wanted some more space..."

You buried your face in your arms and groaned. "Your jokes are always bad, Killer..."

Axe quietly clicked his non-existent tongue and you heard the distinct sound of bone hitting bone followed by Killer letting out a surprised yelp as he jerked his skull away from you.

"what'd you do that for, big guy?"

"you're bein' annoyin'," Axe rumbled and took one of your hands in his much larger one.

Killer huffed and turned to properly look at him. "let's see you tell a better one then?" he asked in a challenging tone.

Axe paused for a moment as he thought it over, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles over the back of your hand. "ok, here's one... how many telemarketers does it take to change a light bulb?"

You looked up at him in a curious manner. "I dunno...how many?"

Before he responded, Axe glanced at Killer, who only shrugged, although he also looked interested in the answer. "only one, but he has to do it while you're eatin' dinner..."

You couldn't help the small smile that flickered over your face. Maybe it was because Axe was the one who'd told it or maybe it was just an actually good joke, you didn't know.

Killer let out a quiet hum of approval, "not bad..." He glanced at you and tilted his skull as he studied your facial expression. His smile fell slightly and he scooted a bit closer to you when he failed to find whatever he was searching for.

"it's not like you to be this quiet... so, what's bothering you?" he asked in a more serious voice.

You sighed and straightened up slightly. While you didn't want to talk about it and risk making them feel bad, they were still concerned about you.

"Well, besides the whole going through literal Armageddon, I guess right now I'm struggling with guilt. Like, I'm the only one who made it out alive and...it feels like I could've done something to help others."

"nightmare wouldn't have rescued anyone else, you know. he helped you because he took a liking to you like we did," Killer said in a matter-of-fact tone. He chuckled and glanced at Axe before adding, "In case you forgot, we're not exactly good people, angel..."

"ya told me yourself that ya weren't close with your family and i know ya didn't have any other close friends. so who would ya have even tried to save anyways?" Axe asked.

"I...don't know..." you murmured and looked down at your hands. "Even though I wasn't particularly close with anyone, I guess I'm just sad that everyone I ever knew is gone."

Both skeletons were quiet for a moment.

Axe finally put his hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "it's okay to feel this way, lil' chip... it'll probably be rough for a while, but ya aren't alone in this."

"you can come to any of us if you need to talk, okay?" Killer added. "we'll probably understand as we're all survivors of our respective worlds."

You glanced at him and then at Axe, who nodded solemnly. From what they'd told you about themselves, you knew in your soul that they were telling the truth.

The mug of what you thought was tea had cooled off a little bit and you finally took a sip. It was sweeter than you'd expected but not like a sugary sweet. It was also spicy but in a way that made you feel warm and cozy.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment as the warm, comforting liquid made its way through your system. It was easily the best tea you'd had in a while even though you generally preferred to drink coffee.

Looking over at Axe, you gave him a warm smile. "This is really good. What's it called?" you asked.

He seemed really pleased by your reaction and the corners of his permanent grin quirked up at the edges. He couldn't seemed to restrain his joy and gave your head a gentle pat.

" 's called chai tea. i can show ya how it's made later if ya want more."

You nodded enthusiastically and turned your attention back to the tea, relishing how warm the mug still was against your palms.

"the thing with trauma, is it's somethin' that ya nearly always carry with ya... sometimes 's pretty obvious and other times it isn't," Axe said with a hum.

When you glanced at him, he gestured to the crater in his skull. "i never told ya how this happened i guess..."

You shook your head and he let out a small sigh. He drummed his claws in the countertop for a moment while he collected his thoughts.

"...i don't like to talk about it much," he muttered. You noticed the edges of his deep red eyelight were quivering and he started to reach for the right side of his face, but stopped himself and clenched his fists on the counter.

"You really don't have to if it's that painful..." you started to say.

"no." Axe interrupted and turned to look at you sharply. "i want to tell you. 's not somethin' that bothers me as much anymore..."

You nodded and took another sip of your tea, giving him your full attention. Killer's arms snaked around your waist as he practically sprawled out on top of you. He only smirked when you gave him an unimpressed glare but didn't let go.

"you remember the famine i told you about, right?" When you nodded again, Axe continued, "that wasn't the only issue we had to deal with. the core, the thing powerin' the entire underground, started to fail. i used to dabble with technical stuff and so i stepped in to help..."

He grew quiet again and clenched his fists. "my brother also stepped in to help a friend, who used to be the captain of the guard, rule the underground after the king died... they got into an argument over somethin' trivial, i forget exactly what, and started fightin'... i tried to break them apart but she was too angry to see reason... that's how this happened..."

You furrowed your brows with concern. You'd tried to be careful not to stare at the crack in his skull in the past as it seemed rude and you'd never asked about it either. Before now, you had just thought he'd received it from an accident or from a fight. Although, knowing that a friend was the one who'd hurt him was far worse than either of those scenarios.

"That's awful... I'm amazed you managed to survive and come out of that in one piece."

Axe shook his skull slowly. "not quite... memory's not great anymore and talkin' used to be a lot harder too."

Killer hummed and his hold around your waist loosened a bit. "i changed too," he murmured. "after everything i've been through, my soul became heavily warped and now it's always visible."

"I was always curious about what that was." You briefly glanced at the red target that always seemed to float over his sternum.

"i'm still surprised you never asked me about it...most people can't help but stare." He shrugged and looked away. "i don't mind anymore but it's still my soul, you know? it's still embarrassing when people draw attention to it or touch it without asking first. granted, most aren't alive that long to even focus on it..."

"I can understand how that must feel, being so exposed that is, but I can't imagine having to deal with that all the time," you remarked and squeezed one of his hands in an effort to comfort him.

On second thought, you reached over and placed your other hand on one of Axe's. "You're both so strong... I... Sometimes, I don't think I deserve to have friends who care so much for me like you do." You swallowed in an effort to keep yourself from crying and took a steadying breath.

"Just...thank you... Thank you for always being here for me and trying to make me feel better. Thank you...for sharing your scars with me..."

Axe placed his other hand on top of yours and gave you a gentle smile. "ya don't have to have visible scars to be valid, lil' chip. we'll always be here if you ever need us..."

Killer nodded vigorously in agreement. He chuckled and ran his other hand over the back of yours. "even when you're feeling down, you're still quick to try and comfort people, huh, angel cheeks?"

You rolled your eyes and jerked your hand away from him. "Look, I can't help it... It's basically second nature to me, okay?" you grumbled.

Axe stood up suddenly, causing you to glance over at him, wondering if he was upset. Instead, he seemed happy and held open his arms in the universal gesture for a hug.

You didn't hesitate for a second and squirmed out of Killer's grasp, which he let out a small whine of disappointment over. You didn't care though and immediately went to embrace Axe.

He responded by picking you up and engulfing you in one of his signature bear hugs. You couldn't help giggling from the gesture and tried to wrap your arms around him, but couldn't even span halfway around his ribcage.

"aw, don't leave me out!"

You and Axe both looked over at Killer, who was doing his best to look forlorn. You didn't know skeletons could manage to look so pouty but it was somehow effectively tugging at your heartstrings.

Axe grunted and you swear he rolled his eyelight. "you've been hangin' off of her this entire time so ya don't get to complain..."

Killer stood up and marched over to the two of you. "so? she's too adorable not to hug..." He winked at you and to Axe's frustration, managed to worm his way into the hug.

You didn't mind in the slightest and tried to hug him back, but it was a bit difficult to do so as you were technically pinned between them.

Killer was suddenly inches from your face and his permanent grin morphed into more of a smirk. "i know something that could make you even cuter though~"

You felt your cheeks heat up and you tried to create some distance, but you literally couldn't move. He closed then closed the gap and pressed a kiss against your cheek, with no regard for how embarrassed it made you.

"there we go~" he purred.

Then, one of Axe's large hands grabbed Killer's skull and basically pried him off of you. He tried to reach for you with grabby hands, but Axe was holding him just out of reach. Thankfully, the giant of a skeleton safely set the beanpole on the ground, but then he adjusted the way he was holding you so that you were more out of reach.

"tiny menace," Axe growled, although he didn't really seem angry, just mildly annoyed.

Killer crossed his arms. "i resent that, you're literally the only one taller than me."

"still tiny."

While it was kind of funny watching them bicker, you weren't about to point out that you were shorter than all of them. It was still slightly frustrating that they could just leer over you whenever they felt like it.

Axe clicked his non-existent tongue and shifted his attention over to you. "you're not mad he did that, right?" he asked.

You shook your head but avoided looking directly at Killer for fear of blushing even more. No doubt he'd make a face or do something stupid just to get that sort of reaction out of you.

"i can't let him get away with that, ya know?" His tone was a bit more gruff from before and being this close to him caused it to vibrate throughout your whole body.

"I...uh..." You couldn't seem to formulate a coherent response and you were certain your cheeks had turned a bright pink.

With a low chuckle, Axe pressed a skeleton kiss against your other cheek. As soon as he let go, you ducked your head against his ribcage in an effort to hide how flushed you'd become.

"well that's one thing i can agree with ya with," Axe hummed. "she's definitely cuter this way..."

You weakly punched his shoulder and grumbled under your breath. They were going to be the death of you one of these days, you were certain of it.

Things would be okay eventually or at least, you were confident you'd be able to say that one day. You had actual friends now who would see you through thick and thin, which was certainly more than you had before. You had plenty of time to make many more happy memories too. Maybe you could even make some more friends? Hopefully some more "normal" ones but you weren't betting on it...

#badsansuary #raccoons drabbles #undertale #horrortale #killertale #something new #horror sans #axe #killer sans #killer #horror sans x reader #killer sans x reader #reader #female reader #have some empathy dear #oneshot

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So any thoughts on the news from Rooster Teeth regarding The stuff they're putting on the rooster teeth site?

I've only heard about this all second-hand, but the anthology series in particular has me going "Meh" at best and "Not again" at worst. The latter because (as we're all well aware) RWBY has a long history of dividing up information across its (flexible) canon, rather than consolidating it within the story proper, which makes that story... a mess. So I can perfectly picture a version of Volume 10 where important questions/revelations/world building are glossed over—or outright ignored—and when fans rightly want to know why the main characters aren't getting info about what occurred while they were gone, the answer is, "Oh we heard about that in passing in the side show developed during the hiatus." Emphasis on "we"—the viewers. RWBY tends to assume that if the viewer has certain information then they don't need to repeat that for the characters, despite this being a series where secrets and half-truths abound. And while that's a logistical issue all on its own, it also robs us of the chance to see the characters reacting. I don't want to watch a side installment to figure out what was happening in Remnant during Volume 9, then watch a Volume 10 where I have to assume via twitter announcements that the girls maybe learned about an undetermined amount of that stuff off screen. I want to SEE them learning with us in real time and once we have that framework, yeah, then you can flesh it out with an anthology series. It's far more satisfying to learn alongside Ruby that—as a random example—Sun and Neptune had all these cool adventures as a way of forwarding their friendship, then see those adventures animated down the line. As opposed to seeing it and then going, "I guess Ruby heard about that too? Maybe?? They haven't actually interacted on screen yet though, so...."

Of course, this is likely being done not only to fill the RWBY void, but to get our some of that Volume 10 info (epilogue included) in case the real deal is never green-lit. But again, I'd rather have confirmation. If Volume 10 is never going to arrive then fine, I get it, you publish what you can. But if there is still a chance of it happening then RT is shooting itself in the narrative foot by rushing and telling bits of the story too early. The hook of Volume 9's ending is the shock of seeing everyone semi-united in Vacuo, but still dealing with a myriad of problems. What happened immediately after evacuation? How did people rebuild? When (and why tf) did Ruby become this god-like martyr? Have they already spoken to Theodore? What new plans have been made to combat Salem? There are a lot of questions that arise from a time skip, questions the characters share, but if the audience gets many of those answers before they do AND the show doesn't lean into repeating that information for us to indulge in the characters' emotional reactions to it instead... what little that's currently interesting about Volume 10 goes down the drain.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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azaarchiive · 3 months

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ᥫ✦azariah’s solar system

CURRENTLY ON BREAK FOR EXAMS (sorry, a levels kicking my ass rn)

notes: hi guys, this is just something for origination and practicality. i do take suggestions btw! open to anything except noncom, bodily fluids (except for the white one) or anything glorified abuse or anything of the sort. pls submit smth wanna prove im a good writer. proper rules list will be coming soon tho.

Haikyuu

semi eita

• holiday girlfriend - ON HOLD

- you were one of semi’s many flings every time he flew to (country), always waiting for him with open arms. what happens when he comes back to a baby bump? (series)

hinata shoyo

• only the elite

- y/n is stinking rich and shoyo is the complete opposite. what happens when y/n oddly falls for him despite her equally rich friends and boyfriend and introduces him to the fucked up life in hiroo (series)

oikawa tooru

• blackout

- a cute little fluffy one shot about a blackout in your neighbourhood and what you both do to pass that time

MHA

• fanfic bakugou vs real size

- katsuki finds you reading a fanfic about him (one shot)

JJK

gojo satoru

• be mine?

- satoru is never second, so why aren’t you with him right now? (one shot) (valentine’s special)

• countdown

- your new year was welcomed with a kiss from the one and only gojo satoru. womaniser of the east quickly sees the damage it’s caused and starts to generate a little white lie pertaining both of your marital status to try and salvage both (mostly his) reputation. (smau) (series)

TO BE MADE: theres quite a few spoiler alert

unlikely paring; atsumu miya

• “being blamed for a school fire and going from the it girl to an arson freak is not ideal. the school luckily scavengers its losses and it rebuilt but something seems different, especially after a dead body is found. now you have to team up with the only guy that knows you’re innocent despite him being your biggest victim since middle school: atsumu miya.”

soo, what do we think? :3. y/n is a massive bully but changes her ways for the better fr, atsumu, suna and osumu are stem nerds. series

gangsta paradise; oikawa tooru

• “you’re a sweetheart who moved into a ruthless and dangerous area and you just wanted to make friends, who knew that ‘friend’ would turn out to be a gang member? it’s not like you did.”

gangsta oikawa (lol), sweetheart y/n. series

back to me; suna rintaro

• “you and suna had just broke up, after three long years it was over, at least you thought it was. what, you thought suna was gonna let you go that easily?”

i mean i wouldn’t call him toxic but i guess that depends on what you think. this is truly just a funny little fic about him trying to get you back. series

write it in your blog; bakugou katsuki

• “you are the most successful journalist in the whole of japan! and you’re only 22, however your whole blog is based on your hatred in the hero society, especially bakugou katsuki. which only grows when you post about a highly confidential case which you have hot evidence about and he turns up at your house.”

heheh reader is rich in this but bakugou is even richer. series

on his birthday; todoroki shoto

• “in which you died on his birthday and he’s learning how to cope with it”

idk whether i should make it into a proper series or just a long ass fic

i hate this place; kiyoomi sakusa

• “your friend group is toxic as fuck yet you find solace in someone who arguable better than the rest.”

don’t know whether to make the friend group ocs or haikyuu boys. long ahh one shot

before it happens; osamu miya

• “osamu sadly took his own life, yet you have a chance to save him by going back in time and stopping him. through that, you fall back in love with him despite dating his best friend rintarou.”

meh idk i’m not exactly feeling it but maybe when i start writing it ill like it more. might be a long ahh series.

FACE2FACE; akaashi keiji smau

• “you and akaashi have been texting for a couple weeks now, yet have never seen each others faces. when the training camp roles in you have no choice to face him… but instead you don’t and pretend your a whole different girl.”

black reader, ideally has the boho, earthy aesthetic and believes in tarot readings/astrology! (sorry to anyone that doesn’t believe in them :(( ) series.

tell ur boyfriend; gojo satoru

• “satoru and y/n have a one night stand and he can’t get his mind off of her, satoru just had to have her. not like that would be a struggle- he gets whatever he wants- who cares about her boyfriend! who happens to be toji fushiguro… as well as his child’s biological father..”

no-curses au, collage au, spoilt gojo fr, he takes care of megumi who is around 7

ever after high x jjk

• it’s literally just that, royals and rebels with curses in the mix

rebel(lol)!reader x itadori

• series of their dynamic, how the got together and what their relationship means to them.

y/n is like that one kid that just never does the school work, is always in trouble and is always late

detective!gojo x lawyer reader

• murder mystery series with love in the mix heheh

i am not creative enough to make my own cases so i will be ripping off of mr monk (if you know, you know)

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sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 10 months

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i think that more than sae’s switching from striker to midfielder what’s sadder for me upon knowing the bit that we now know of the itoshi backstory (note: through rin’s pov) is the whole fact that sae had to go through it all while being in an entirely different country. at 13 years old. completely by himself. apart from having to face this huge wake-up call regarding his skill level with regards to the world’s, he also had to deal with the crushingly different environment, language, culture, and people. no way that those did not affect his getting the results that he wanted.

this got me thinking that, even though (i’m guessing) the more widely accepted reading right now is that sae’s got his ego crushed, i also feel there’s another possible explanation for sae’s extreme bitterness regarding japanese football. (yes, it’s extreme, he doesn’t even wanna be associated with it!) japan propped him as their ‘striker’ because in a way he was the closest thing they had to a striker. and then he gets to play in a world-class setting and realizes that japan was not developing his true talent at all, which could mean two things:

1) the football he grew up playing prioritized teamwork more than the individual (and this is exactly what ego jinpachi is railing against when he started blue lock) and so this mentality hampered his striker motivations/his ego.

2) sae realizes that they were blowing smoke up his ass because they wanted him to be that striker, when they actually didn’t know what a striker was or was supposed to be; and hence he’d lost some precious time training, instead, for the role that fit his skill-set better: being a midfielder.

because sae’s the kinda guy who sets unforgiving standards—even and especially to himself—in pursuing his goals, standards that even made him recognize the brutal realism that he isn’t fit for best striker in the world, hence his laser focus on being best midfielder instead. he’s not gonna waste his perfect passes on strikers that are unable to score, he’s not gonna waste his energy on a team that won’t be able to keep up with him, and he’s not about to waste his time and his future in a country, in a football, that’ll waste his potential. if someone like him finds out that his time was wasted that way, of course he’s gonna be furious and unforgiving. (not that it’s too late now, but he could’ve started earlier, you know what i mean..)

it’s no wonder the ideals and philosophy of blue lock appealed to him then (whereas the current japanese football federation could eat shit as far as he’s concerned lol) especially with their focus on the assertion of one’s ‘ego.’ the insistence that your football shouldn’t have to depend on a teammate/your team/someone else to be great, because you yourself should have that power, the confidence/ego, and the skill to back it up. sae, anri, and ego are probably all in the agreement that these are the vital things that could help a japanese football player in the world stage.

i always thought it fascinating how there seem to be some parts in the story wherein ego (or even anri) would be explaining something, a blue lock principle or whatever, as if he were speaking to or referring to sae, even without sae being mentioned or shown in the page. blue lock is for players like sae (and oliver aiku, and many others that came before) as much as it is for the younger, much more ‘unpolished gems’ like rin, isagi, barou, etc.

i also think that while the sentiment (throughout blue lock maybe) seems to be that the striker is the best position of all and that everything else: meh, and that sae is somewhat of a tragic character for ‘settling’ on being a midfielder, i hardly think it’s tragic. it’s fair to think so (because plot) but it’s really not so bad, considering there’s many midfielder stars out there in the world, too. nowhere in the story did it also say that sae couldn’t compare to the strikers of the world; he only said that the world is filled with amazing players, and that he wants to become the top midfielder in the world not because he lost to strikers...i mean, seeing him play, his scoring ability is very much still top notch even for a midfielder. he simply has very high standards, so if he’s at his best in his passing, he wouldn’t be expecting any less from a scorer.

the striker being the like ‘main character’ in the team (according to blue lock) is not a bad thing, though—i mean they are the principal scorers so they kind of are in a way lol—because for the purposes of ‘reseting’ their current football landscape and mentality, that’s kind of important. i guess blue lock is like, we’re all about building the no. 1 striker because it’s what japan needs at the moment, but it goes without saying that the other positions are just as important, too.

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