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#But it's all too much; knowing people would rather me dead than to live happily; feeling like I'm powerless to stop the suffering of others

blkkizzat · 3 months

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please write nerd geto ! i’m sure you’ll write something amazinggg

Of course doll! Sorry this took a while I was sick most of December and January whooped my ass with classes starting again but I love love the idea of Nerd!Geto especially a Nerd!Geto with glasses so had to write a whole fic. Hope you like it :3 ♡

Lessons in Anatomy

“Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N? Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?”

summary: thanks to some bad choices and party girl ways you're on academic probation and can't afford to fail another test. fortunately your longtime friend nerd!geto is there to give you lessons in both economics and anatomy.

cw: college AU. fingering, squirting, dirty talk, edging, mentions of satosugu, rich party kid shit, incestuous friendships, mentions of reader x other jjk men, mentions of casual sex/hookups, mentions of drinking/drug use, reader is a dumb (and I mean dumb) bimbo, a little bit of a brat too, slight coercion, slight dubcon, virgin!suguru, soft dom!sugu, sex ed!sugu, roleplay as sugu is pre med major, some minor fluff, pet names: slut, bunny etc. a bit of a crack fic too haha. slightly black fem coded, no descriptors. a/n: LOL how this became an 8.2k fic about squirting idk chile... but special shout out to @littlemochabunni who talked me off a ledge when I was being emo and I wanted to scrap the entire thing and start over. w/c: 8.2k

“I can’t believe I’m here and missing the biggest party of the year!”

You groaned as you scrolled through your stories to see all the pics and vids of your friends living their best drunken lives and happily binge drinking on frat row to celebrate your school’s football league championship win.

Toru just did unassisted keg stand pushups and you missed it!

You, on the other hand, were stuck studying with Suguru in his dorm room.

100% sober and being forced to learn 5 weeks of econ, that you never took a single note for, in one weekend.

Well not forced exactly.

You and Satoru had practically begged Suguru to help you study this weekend. If you failed this class you would flunk out as you were already on academic probation.

“Well I for one can’t believe you’re dumb enough to attempt to cheat off Toji and Sukuna of all people.”

Suguru quipped back while pushing up his glasses. He snatched your phone away from you and placed it on the other side of his desk, away from you.

Not that he took offense to the remark, but he too had better things to do on a Friday night than tutoring you. Keggers definitely weren't his scene though and Suguru wouldn’t be caught dead at a party celebrating with those frat monkeys. Even if said monkeys included his childhood friends.

However, as a pre-med student he’d much rather stay in to write his essay for the clinical research internship he was trying to get.

“Hey! I didn’t cheat off them for the record! Toji and Sukuna said they had the hookup for the answers!”

You pouted grumbling as you tried to reach for your phone on the other side of the table only for Suguru to take it again. This time he slid it into his pockets, keeping it away from you for good.

“Urgh, it’s not my fault they got the test for ECON 230A and 230B mixed up. I didn’t even know there was a second section!”

Suguru had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at you again. The pilfered test definitely had ‘ECON 230B’ printed in big bold letters at the top.

You all were idiots.

Unfortunately for you, you were just a cheerleader idiot.

The other idiots, Toji and Sukuna, dubbed the ‘The Boom Bros’, were the reason your team even won the championships in the first place. The best defensive backs your college or any college in your division have seen, ever. Not letting an opposing team score more than 10 points the entire season, there was no way in hell they were going down for that right before the championships.

That left you as the scapegoat, which was something Suguru noted that you happily took the fall for. Although there is a very good possibility of you being a soon-to-be college dropout, your social clout was skyrocketing.

Word spread among the popular social circles fast on how you ‘saved the big game’.

Suguru couldn’t care less about football, though he was getting annoyed at all the texts, DMs and messages you received asking where you were. They were making you completely lose the little focus you were capable of, which is what made him confiscate your phone in the first place.

Sighing, Suguru was pretty sure you would be competent enough to pass if you just applied yourself more to anything other than drinking and parties.

“Y/N, just try to focus on studying, please.”

You pouted, turning back to the textbook in front of you.

How did Suguru’s nerdy ass enjoy studying so much?

Studying, especially anything to do with math, gives you an ick. In fact, you were sure the only reason you graduated from high school and even got into this university was because you played 7-minutes-in-heaven with Choso at the start of senior year.

It had been a secret double dare from Gojo but you sucked the soul out of that boy in Gojo’s closet that night. From then on, Choso pretty much did anything you wanted that year, including all your homework. Hell, he even wrote your college admissions essays and in turn you gave him some sloppy toppy here and there.

Choso was always eager to feel your soft lips on his cock, so you’re sure he could have thought of a better way for you to cheat so you didn't have to study at all and could be out partying right now. It’s just your bad luck that he was studying abroad this semester with his little brother Yuuji.

Although, even if you did flunk out you weren’t that worried. Worst case scenario if you couldn’t find a career or a husband you could always be one of Gojo’s three mistresses he said he would keep once he was older, married and had taken over his family’s company.

He had pinky-pie-promised he would take care of you if you needed it and as one of your best friends you knew he was good for that promise. Even if he did make it while you both were partying, tripping balls off acid so hard that Satoru convinced himself your cunt could produce cotton candy. He chewed on your pussy for 2 hours straight one wild night on your group’s graduation trip where he then asked if you would be his future mistress.

But that didn’t necessarily mean you wanted that life for yourself. You liked your independence and Satoru would be alot to deal with, even with 2 other mistresses and a wife.

Therefore, unless you wanted to resign yourself to that fate, you were stuck with Suguru as your tutor.

It’s not like you didn’t get along with Suguru, he’d been one of your closest friends since you were young along with Satoru. But as you got older your interests kind of drifted apart and you saw him less and less, especially as you got to college.

You wanted to party and Suguru prioritized studying.

You had missed him. You wanted to have fun with him again.

And this was definitely not fun.

Reading the same paragraph for the fifth time and retaining shit all of whatever the passage had said about ‘demand curve fluctuations’, you were ready to climb up the walls.

You began to fidget, still in your cheer uniform from the game earlier. The material of your skirt rode up to your upper thighs when you splayed your knees out and leaned forward to lay your head on the desk face down with an exasperated yawn.

Suguru shared in your exasperation but directed his towards you with another sigh, looking you over. His weariness at you from your inability to study causes his eyes to linger on your form longer than they should.

Resting against his desk, your back had molded into a nice natural little arch as your tits pushed forward . Adjusting his glasses Suguru found it difficult to pull his eyes away once they landed on your thighs. Practically leering, Suguru is transfixed by the way the fabric bunched at your hips digs into your soft skin.

He curses your university’s school colors as the next thing that caught his eye was the bright yellow cheer panties you wore that were tight enough to show the full shape of your cunt. Your panties are so skinforming that they don’t fail to give you camel toe. The indent of the slit between your fat pussy lips is on full display.

You’ve always been attractive, Suguru muses as he feels his pants slightly tighten. But it’s no mystery why you were such a slut now if these were the positions you found yourself in when alone with guys.

“Seeing something you like, Sugu baby?”

Suguru snaps his head up at your teasing to see you looking straight at him, your head still resting on his desk but has since turned to face him. The wink along with the lazy yet knowing smile forming on your cherry stained lips lets him know you know he was staring at your cunt.

Caught red handed, Suguru rolls his eyes and scoffs as he returns back to the textbooks in front of him while you laugh. Dismissing your question entirely he changes the subject back to studying but can’t resist throwing in a little dig to take the heat off himself.

“Y/N, can’t you just focus? You’ve barely made any progress… Or is it that you want to flunk out and be reduced to Toru’s mistress or something?”

Fuck, you forgot Suguru knew about that too. (Duh, of course he did. He was the sober one who found you both, taking care of you once your come downs had hit).

Not letting him get away with that shade, the brat in you clapped back as you returned his sarcasm back at him.

“Okay, well high school was one thing but do you want to go through college without getting any play too? Or are you satisfied just from peeking up a skirt?”

Annoyance flashes in Suguru’s eyes. He thought you had some audacity seeing as you were the one who was casually flaunting your pussy for him in the first place. Nevertheless, you continued, using Suguru as a punching bag for your current academic frustrations.

“Your pocket pussy and getting head from Toru behind the bleachers at prom doesn’t count by the way!”

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose as his tolerance of the situation had officially bubbled over. He was tired of everyone thinking he was missing out on something just because he didn’t want to kill off brain cells partying every weekend or play STD Roulette with casual hookups.

You bringing up prom was a low blow. It was the first time he’d ever had a drink and Toru had practically begged him. Satoru wanted to know if his head was just as good for guys as it was for girls (spoiler alert: it was).

Also, what you thought just because you fucked around alot it was actually any good?

“Yeah and getting railed by a bunch of banana brained monkey jocks, that counts Y/N? They wouldn’t know what to do with your clit even if it was an actual football.”

Suguru retorted and he watched as your eyes widened with shock then seethed with anger as you finally sat upright in the seat.

Ding Ding! He had hit a nerve.

“Oh and you would know what to do, cherry boy?”

Suguru knows he probably shouldn’t push it further. But like Satoru, you always knew what buttons to push to get under his skin. Suguru can’t help but to want to get under your skin as well, especially since he was never one of the ones getting under your clothes.

“Well I can actually spell clitoris, so that already puts me at an advantage over those ball chasing monkeys. Have you ever even had a real orgasm before, Y/N?”

You started to speak but Suguru cut you off before you could.

“—and I mean one that didn’t come from tripping with Satoru or a toy? I bet you’ve never even squirted before.”

Damn.

You resisted the urge to chew on your lip, not wanting him to know just how right he was but your immediate silence was telling. Racking your brain, you tried to find a way to get your lick back but found yourself at a loss.

It was mostly true to be honest.

A hot and heavy make-out session at a party would typically lead to mostly underwhelming sex and you would have to return to your dorm or wait for them to leave to finish yourself off with your rose or dildo… or both.

Okay and sure, maybe the one and only time you did really have an intense body orgasm was the time you dropped acid with Satoru but… fuck –Wait…squirting?! Wasn’t that just pee? Gross!

Satisfied with your small ammunition, after a pause you bit back again.

“Alright, so frat boys aren’t sex gods, tell me something I don’t know. It’s still sex Suguru—”

You flipped your hair and crossed your legs arrogantly as you continued.

“— sex that you aren’t having, which, duh, is obvious if you think squirting is an actual thing. Because Eww nasty, I’m so not into piss-play, Sugu!”

You waited for his reply, assuring your win but Suguru just blinked at you, dumbfounded.

The thought of you having won shatters when Suguru erupts into a fit of laughter. Hitting the table for emphasis Suguru was near howling as the glasses fell off his face and he had to clutch his sides for support, keeling over in his chair.

Suguru couldn’t actually believe that you believed squirting was the same as urinating!

On second thought, knowing you, this kind of checked out…

Watching Suguru in a fit of hysterics had your face burning with embarrassment as waves of self-consciousness came over you.

To be honest, you weren’t even sure why you were feeling insecure as this was supposed to be your victory! This was not the reaction you expected from him at all to say the least!

Just what made this so funny!? Because you didn’t want to piss yourself during sex?!

“Sugu…”

“Hey, Suguru!!!”

Frustrated with him ignoring you and still laughing after failing to get his attention, you jumped up from your seat and marched directly in front of Suguru. Angrily you yanked his head up by his man bun.

You were so ready to tell Suguru to go to hell for laughing at you. Even if you weren’t too sure exactly what he was laughing at you for, he was still being a jerk right now.

However the words caught in your throat as soon as you saw his face.

Suguru’s wide grin easily illuminated the dimly lit dorm room. Tears gathered in the crinkle around his eyes and pulled into an expression of such warmth that you were reminded of all the fun times you had together goofing off over the years. You nearly forgot what it was like to see him laugh like this.

So nostalgic you almost forgot he was still laughing at your expense — almost.

“Don’t be an asshole Sugu…”

Your voice was low, lacking any real bite as all your fire fizzled and was replaced by a pout.

Defeated, you let go of your stiff grip on his silky bun causing it to unravel and frame his face with thick black strands that flowed down past his shoulders. Although it wasn’t the first time you had seen Suguru with his hair down and no glasses, you couldn’t help but stare at him now.

He had grown much more into his features since high school.

College Suguru had sharper eyes, a slimmer face with a strong jawline and hair that flowed down to his chest. Not to mention his lanky boyish frame had filled out. The muscles underneath were prominent now even if he was wearing a baggy band tee and sweats. Suguru didn’t go to parties but from the looks of him he certainly didn’t miss going to the gym.

He didn’t look much like the nerd you knew him to be right now at all.

Granted, you were still a bit salty with Suguru but didn’t want to fight with him anymore. Especially given the way his dark eyes sparkled as he gazed up at you, your heart nearly skipping a beat as if you were really only noticing him now for the first time.

Sniffling, a cocktail of emotions swirls in you. Moisture pricks in the corners of your eyes despite yourself.

Suguru, who was also staring at you, took notice right away.

“Hey Bunny, I’m sorry...”

You relaxed a bit hearing the old nickname he and Satoru gave to you back in middle school, you couldn’t remember the last time he called you that.

Grabbing your hand in his much larger one, Suguru gave your palm a gentle rub with his thumb. His hand was surprisingly soft.

Despite his sweet gesture, your brow twitched slightly at Suguru’s soft chuckles, still continuing albeit less frequently, at your expense.

“It’s just that… I dunno, I guess I would have expected you to have experienced it at least once before Y/N, it’s definitely not pee.”

You huffed. You still weren’t convinced it wasn’t pee but now you were more curious than anything.

“And how do you know that Suguru? You’ve made a girl squirt before?”

There was no sarcasm in your tone this time, just doubt since he would have told Toru and Toru definitely would have told you if Suguru was getting play from someone.

Suguru to his credit wasn't discouraged though.

If anything, he seemed to gain confidence on the matter now that you weren’t fighting him, rather looking to him for knowledge, for the first time tonight.

“Well, no, but I did get a 4.0 out of Anatomy last semester and unlike you I actually paid attention in Sex Ed. Also, just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I’m completely clueless. There is a little thing called the internet, Y/N.”

You mouthed an ‘O’— a bit ashamed that you actually thought because he was a virgin who didn’t party he was merely just sitting around clueless to everything about sex.

But what could just reading textbooks and the internet teach him over actual experience?

Then again, Suguru was practically a genius, if he was saying something was possible you could be sure it was. Still you couldn’t stop your mind racing as you considered his previous words.

You were the one with all the experience so you should have experienced it before, right?

Maybe the guys you hooked up with weren’t the problem then? Maybe you were.

“What if– w-what if I’m the problem Suguru? What if I just can’t?”

Tugging you closer, his fingers now interlacing with yours, Suguru’s other hand settled on your hip giving you a warm squeeze. You were so close to him now that his chin almost rested on your belly and Suguru was craning his head up to you with a small sly grin still on his face.

“It’s not a matter of can or can’t Bunny, you just don’t know how. Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N?”

“Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?”

You felt a bit lightheaded as you considered the words that just came out of Suguru’s mouth. You weren’t shy at all when it came to matters of sex and you had the reputation to prove it. Yet your stomach still did a little flip at Suguru propositioning you.

Sure you were a bit of a slut and had at least made out with almost every guy in your group of friends, but not Suguru. Not for lack of attraction though, you had teased Suguru in the past but he had always been the responsible one, like an older brother or protector.

Besides, Satoru was always so needy for his attention. There weren’t often times you were with Suguru alone and he never seemed all too interested in sex either, at least when directly compared to a horn dog like Satoru.

You didn’t actually know if he was serious though so you decided to make light of it, giggling.

“If you wanted me to pop your cherry Sugu, all ya had to do was ask.”

Suguru smiled back at you, he shook his head chuckling.

“I’ll only need to use my fingers, Y/N. Besides, this is about you. What I really want is for you to not flunk out, I would miss you, ya know?”

You try to keep a poker face but you couldn’t help feeling giddy at the fact you were extremely happy to hear Suguru would miss you. You had already missed him and combined with the inkling of new feelings stirring in your chest from seeing your old friend in a new light you feel adrenaline begin to pump through you as you brim with nervous energy.

“Let’s think of this as a study break from Economics. You had to miss the party but we can still have some fun. You might even learn something for once, eh?”

His hand left your hip in order to push the books and papers on his desk aside and patted the wooden surface. The hand still intertwined with yours guided you over.

“Hop on up, Bunny. It’s time for your anatomy lesson.”

You look at the desk and pause as if you are unsure, biting your lip.

Thoughts of finally hooking up with Suguru excited and the fact you were nervous whether you would disappoint him if you couldn’t actually squirt flood your mind at once. However when you meet Suguru’s eyes and feel gentle reassuring pressure on your hand your body is already moving towards the desk, making the decision for you.

Your heart is already thudding in your eardrums by the time you settle on top of Suguru’s study desk. Suguru immediately shifts into instructor mode, picking his glasses up off the floor and adjusting them back on his face.

He directs you to lean back and relax and soon your shoulders are against the wall behind the desk as you are propped up on your elbows.

You yelp as Suguru startles you by grabbing your hips with a firm squeeze and scooches you flush to his pelvis. Feet propped up to the edge as well all you needed were the stirrups and you could have been at the gyno's office, giggling now at the thought.

“Sugu, you can’t be serious. I feel like you’re about to give me a pap, not an orgasm.”

Suguru’s mouth twitches up into a smirk.

“There’s a reason they have you lie in this position, makes for easier access. If you’re going to squirt I’m going to need to find that slutty lil’ gland of yours and I don’t mean your clit, Bunny.”

You huffed but you were otherwise agreeable.

You couldn’t deny you were a slut especially not now with your legs spread open wide exposing your bright yellow cheer-panty clad cunt to Suguru. Laid out like this, the thin layer of spandex is stretched to its absolute limits causing your chubby pussy lips to poke out of the sides. This does not go unnoticed by Suguru who hadn’t taken his eyes off your lower half since you initially spread your legs.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed and breathed deeply at the sight of you.

Suguru can barely believe he’s really about to do this.

If anything he is overconfident in his abilities, despite his lack of actual on-the-job experience so to speak. From all his studying as a pre-med student, books, health articles and yes even porn, Suguru could say he had an in-depth understanding of human anatomy and bodily functions.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t need to calm himself enough to stop his balmy palms from sweating further at the reality of finally being allowed to actually touch you.

“I’ll be in your care then, Doctor Geto.”

You make a lighthearted joke with a nervous laugh to ease your own anticipation. However the joke has the opposite effect for Suguru and he snaps his head up as if you had activated something in him.

Suguru’s fiery expression sends shivers down your back. Although as quickly as it appeared it was gone again, replaced by his trademark comforting grin. Even so your fingers pressed a bit deeper into the wood beneath you, steadying your frazzling nerves.

“Well aren’t you a lucky one then, being my first patient ever. You’ll be a good little pussy and listen to me, won't you?”

Suguru is looking down again, speaking directly to your cunt who is tingling in response to his voice. It’s fucking lewd. But then again so is the studious scrutiny of Suguru’s eyes so single-mindedly transfixed to your cunt you wonder if his leer alone could dissolve the cheer panties right off of you.

You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding once Suguru finally starts touching you.

But not your pussy just yet.

His long thick fingers are surprisingly cool on your skin as they press into your warmth, ghosting just above your knee on both sides.

Gentle strokes travel down along your inner thighs and up again to lightly tickle the backs of your legs. You tense and squirm beneath him when your eyes meet Suguru’s own.

“Sugu–”

“Patience, Bunny. It’s no wonder you never cum if you’re so used to diving right in. You need to relax first. This won’t happen if you aren’t relaxed, can you try to do that for me?”

You nodded back at him, yet the goosebumps left in the wake of Suguru’s soft caresses had you trembling. So used to rushed thrusts and hurried grasps, you don’t know how to just take it in the moment.

You had never been touched this delicately before.

Already oversensitive, if anything you felt like the one who was the virgin in this situation.

If Suguru notices, he says nothing. His touches are progressively firmer, the light pets morphing into soft squeezes and circular strokes of the hand once he traverses closer to your core.

“You know Bunny, the inner thigh area is an erogenous zone? Can you say that, Y/N? Ero-gen-ous?

Suguru pronounces the word out for you as his heavy muscular hands make their way to the crease of your inner thighs, his hands once more perilously close to your pussy as he pauses looking up at you again expectantly.

“Say it, Y/N.”

Your cunt clenches at his command and it leaves you stuttering. Heat blossoms across your cheeks from how needy you sound choking out the word.

“Er-Ero-gennn-ous.”

Suguru rewards you by moving his hands again but to your dismay they pass your core to dig into your hips, his thumbs swirling over your hip bones. He leans his body in closer to you and you break eye contact to turn your head away lest you really start falling apart in his hands.

“Good girl. Ya know, you’re quite bright with the right motivation, Bunny.”

Puffs of moist heat glide over the tip of your ear as his lips are only millimeters away from your skin. His words stimulate a deep in your gut reaching all the way down to your toes, trying to resist how much he’s affecting you.

Suguru chuckles at your bashfulness.

“Are you always this shy, Bunny? Or does that honor just belong to me?”

You whimpered. You aren’t sure how you got here.

How was Suguru, a nerdy virgin, making you come undone like this? You didn’t know where the darkness that crept up on the edges of his eyes was coming from either, yet you squirm in anticipation despite yourself.

You loved it.

Always a know-it-all, so you would hate to admit it outloud, but Suguru was already making you feel more excitement than any frat boy you had been with. Lack of hands-on experience be damned. You’re losing it as his lips sensually flutter against your collarbone.

“Y-you s-said only fingers, S-Sugu!”

Your voice lacks any real reprimand as you are arching up into his touches and quivering for more. Suguru obliges as he alternates between delicate nips and open mouth kisses sinfully marking you. Groaning into the crook of your neck Suguru savors the lingering taste of your perfume and the natural saltiness of your skin.

Returning his attention back to your ear Suguru’s breath trails over your skin until your lobe is once again trapped between his moist lips. He lightly tugs it between his teeth before giving it a sharp bite.

“AHH!”

The sting sends a jolt of electricity shooting straight into your cunt and a strangled noise escapes your lips. Your knees are starting to buckle but Suguru’s quick reflexes stopped your legs from clamping together all the way, bracing you.

Taking your hands and leading them to the backs of your thighs, Suguru is making you steady yourself back into a spread position for him and gives you strict instructions not to move.

“Good girl… This should be more than obvious now Bunny, but there are erogenous zones all over your body that connect to the pleasure nerve endings here.”

Suguru’s voice is silky as his index finger tows long strokes over the slit of your clothed cunt and applies pressure on your clit for emphasis. Whines fumble out of you when Suguru switches from steady swipes to idle flicks with pads of his fingers and your legs twitch again once more.

“It's important to simulate multiple areas simultaneously and I only have two hands, don’t I? You don’t mind Y/N do you?”

You still can’t bear to look Suguru in the eyes, much less respond vocally so you just shake your head.

“Feeling good, Bunny? Which do you like better, the strokes or the flicks?”

Your eyes squeeze shut from Suguru demonstrating both over your covered cunt. You try not to tear up but the amount of autonomy you had in this situation was new to you. Embarrassed and vulnerable you’re realizing that in spite of all your sexual experiences you still don’t feel comfortable expressing your needs.

“Hey, Y/N–”

Suguru clutches your face in his massive grip, squishing both your cheeks with a single hand and forcing your glassy eyes back on him. It was hard to focus on what he was saying anyway while you cooed from the feather-like circles he had been drawing on your clit.

“–you have to talk to me. This and sex in general, is just another form of communication. It won't work well and you definitely won’t squirt unless you can express to your partner what feels good and what doesn’t.”

You are sure he can feel the heat gathering in your cheeks radiating off your skin.

“Stop t-teasing S-Sugu… I-I know you can tell it’s good.”

Suguru eases his hold on you, his smirk deepening at your complaint.

“Oh I can, tell Bunny. Believe me. Your pussy, she’s so sensitive no matter how much you try to hide it from me. But I still need to hear it from your mouth regardless.”

The hand playing with your cunt splays out and Suguru fully cups you in his hands. The pulsing of your clit vibrates against his palm even through your panties.

“If you’re going to be a slut Bunny, at least be a vocal one. Be a slut for your own pleasure...this fat n’pretty cunt of yours deserves it.”

Suguru’s mouth is mere millimeters above yours, floating suspended both your lips are parted as you’re sharing the same air. The dizzying effect of breathing him in only intensifies with his words.

“Or perhaps you just get off on the idea of being free use?”

Suguru chuckles but doesn’t make you answer that question in favor of pulling back from you to inspect the large wet spot you soaked through your cheer panties from all of his taunting.

Pleased he gives your clothed pussy a smack, the moisture underneath the flimsy fabric evident in the soft squelchy sound that fills the room.

Smack, another moist sound echoes from your cunt.

“Oh, looks like she’s ready. This mouth down here is so much more talkative, Bunny.”

Hooking his fingers in the fabric Suguru peels your soaked cheer panties to the side, whistling at the thick strings of your essence that lingered between your cunt and your panties.

“So fucking wet, the prettiest most obedient lil’ pussy, aren’t you?”

A fleeting thought of sassing Suguru since yours is the first real pussy he has actually even seen up close dissipates as soon as your entrance flutters against his two thick fingers that rub over your uncovered opening.

Involuntary bucking your hips, the burning urge to feel him inside you is all you care about now, pride be damned.

You want him.

“Sugu–”

“–Shhh!”

Suguru cuts your pleas short.

“Don’t interrupt Doctor Geto when he’s speaking with his favorite patient, Bunny… Your nasty lil’ cunt is really begging for her treatment, isn’t she?”

You pout at him, quieting down while Suguru rewards your submission by slipping into your folds once more, entering fully past your entrance and into your gummy walls. It’s only a single digit inside you but your pussy is hungrily sucking him in deeper, trying to devour his middle finger whole.

Suguru murmurs intelligible obscenities from how warm and tight you are. He needs to find that spot.

Your hands struggle to keep your legs from quaking when you feel his finger, longer, thicker and far more pointed than your own, bottom out before languidly dragging delicious pressure back through you, exploring your walls in search of–

“Found her.”

Your ass jerks up and nearly off the desk entirely when his finger roughly prods into the firm spongy spot within your cunt you didn’t even know existed until now.

“FAH-FAH-FUHHCKKKKKKKKK–”

Your voice cracks and your vision blurs with tears that finally are cascading down your face smudging your mascara. Your reaction has you missing the wide-eyed look of amazement Suguru gives you utterly entranced by the way your entire body quivered from just a solid tap to the gland.

Suguru had expected an intense reaction. He’d seen and read about how temporary control of muscles and spasms were common when abusing this spot in women. But the one thing textbooks, articles, nor porn could prepare him for was how fucking sexy you’d be while he was doing it.

The ache in his pants has him groaning as he has to lean nearly his entire weight into you in order to get your lower half to settle back down on the desk. Pausing his movements inside of you, Suguru allows you to catch your breath.

Still the heavy pad of his finger is weighing down on you with enough force you still need to suck in your breaths, barely able to squeak out words.

“W-Wh-What is th-that S-Suguuu?!”

Suguru tells you not to worry about the actual name. It’s not very sexy, so you won’t remember it and it’s important that you do, so eventually he tells you to just call it the g-spot.

You groan at the loss of pressure on your g-spot when Suguru removes himself from you entirely in order to bring the finger that had been inside you to his lips. Watching him savoring the essence of your sweet cunt on his tongue, you couldn’t take any longer, finding your voice.

“Su-Surugu, N-Need–N-need more. P—please!”

Suguru obliges, slapping the fat of your ass teetering off the desk and lifts you as his knee slides under your hip. Leaning into you further, Suguru throws one of your shapely legs over his shoulder.

“Oh, you found your voice Bunny? Then tell me what my patient wants. Where does Doctor Geto need to touch you?”

“M-my pussy– fuck– p-please Sugu, wanna feel good there. She’ll be so good for you!”

Suguru’s pleased smile is your only warning before two of his large fingers plunge-in and bottom out inside your cunt, knocking against your cervix. Your jaw completely slacks as you groan at the sudden intrusion, allowing Suguru the perfect invitation to your mouth.

Wasting no time, Suguru crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is sloppy, hot and needy as any cries that attempted to leave you were drowned out in the wet cavern of Suguru’s mouth.

Fuck, you’re greedy as hell.

The kiss makes Suguru’s head spin and he loses himself in your sinful hunger as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to dominate the kiss, sucking on his tongue. Soon Suguru finds himself groaning against your lips and slowly rocking his cock into the back of your thigh. Fuck, your body was too responsive, too eager for him to slut you out on his fingers.

Suguru couldn’t lose sight of the goal though, you needed to squirt so he needed to take back control.

Catching you off guard, he bullies a third finger– his ring finger, into your cunt as well. Breathless you break the kiss, your eyes sinking back into your head as you meet the thrusts of his fingers with the roll of your hips.

You aren’t able to control the way your body convulses as you writhe against Suguru. His massive body weighed over you as his hair fell in front of his face, hiding his crazed expression from you.

Suguru is also panting as he vigorously pumps the appendages into you. In and out, swirling them Suguru’s fingers take special care to zigzag sweet torment over your g-spot.

You’ve only felt the slight ghostings of this feeling before, nothing so pointed and focused on attacking this spot, while stretching your pussy so well in the process. You want– no need, to feel Suguru’s cock inside you next.

You could tell he must be huge. Heat was radiating off his girthy bulge as it twitched up against your ass cheek even through Suguru’s joggers. The thought causes the hot iron coil in your stomach to tense to its breaking point, begging for release.

Suguru notices.

“A-Are you gonna squirt for me, Y/N?”

For the first time his own voice is ragged, set on keeping his promise to you.

“S-Sugu, I-I– I want to but I–”

Your words catch in your throat as tears that are salty to the taste freely flow past your lips down your chin. You are unsure of what exactly to beg Suguru for even if you could do more than unintelligible babbles at the moment.

It’s coming– you panic— this feeling!

“W-w-ait! Nooo, S–Su–Sugu… I’m g-gonna pee. S-stop, p-puhleaseee!

Your hands slip against Suguru’s shoulders as you try in vain to push him away. So fearful that Suguru was wrong and you may actually piss all over him and his desk.

Suguru isn’t having it though, backhanding your clit with a harsh smack, his knuckle bullying into your bud.

The slap was followed by two more in quick succession, his other hand never slowing inside of you. Disregarding your pleas Suguru ventures even deeper into your guts while pressing down on your lower belly.

“I told you it’s not pee, Bunny. You don’t listen very well, do you?”

Suguru hiss at you, the stress of holding himself back as you fall apart on his fingers was nearly too much, he needed you to lay back, be good for him and take it.

“I-I’m s-sowy, Dr. Geto but– I– wanna–.”

You sniffle back more tears, which has Suguru calming himself in order to soothe you again.

“Shh Bunny, it’s okay– now ask your doctor nicely for what you need. Go on.”

At this point cuming, squirting, whatever Suguru you requires of you in order to release the feral sensations building within you is an essential need to live as much as taking your next breath.

“Doctor Geto, please let me cum! Sugu please! G-gonna s-squirt, gonna squirt s-so g-good for you!!”

“That’s right baby you will… Now squirt on me Bunny, make a pretty mess all over my fucking fingers.”

Timing a particularly hard jolt to your g-spot with simultaneous pressure from over your belly, has you tipping over the edge. Back arching you feel the gratifying release as you squirt hard, fluids spurting all over Suguru’s fingers and spilling down his forearms. The saccharine pleasure of it all is buzzing throughout every cell in your body as your eyes flutter back into your skull.

Your entire body feels like an extension of your pussy, pulsing in tune with your cunt and you don’t realize you are even screaming until Suguru’s mouth is on top of yours once again.

Suguru is tongue fucking your wails all the way back into the depths of your throat until they are mere raspy gurgles.

Riding out your orgasm you protest with choked cries as Suguru's hand abruptly leaves your cunt. Yet before you can process what’s happening you’re mewling loudly again once you feel his lips attacking your cunt. Sucking your clit between his lips, his own groans vibrate into your core making you all the more sensitive.

Your hands fly to him again, tangling up in his long raven locks and trying to push his head away.

Too much! You were far too sensitive right now for him to be lapping at your over stimmed cunt like a mad man.

“Stawwp–”

Your slurs fall on deaf ears as Suguru continues, only pulling back briefly to shush you.

“Haven’t got it all out. This pretty pussy is so fucking nasty she can give a little more, can’t you baby? I know she can.”

Suguru is speaking to you but he sounds a million miles away, focused only on your cunt as he returns to suckling on your clit, his teeth scraping lightly. He knows your pussy will give him the answer he is looking for soon enough.

The iron grip his arms have around your thighs holds you down allowing Suguru unimpeded access to dribble globs of his spit into your folds. His tongue flattens over your clit and his eyes smolder into yours before diving back into your pussy.

So close to cumming yet again your thick thighs clench around him as you unintentionally smother his face deeper into your core. Suguru ignores any need to take breaths, your cunt being the only sustenance needed as he rams his tongue further into your convulsing hole.

Shaking his head around sloppily, Suguru is goading your cunt into giving him more and more. His tongue is a mere worshiper in the temple between your thighs, begging your leaking pussy to give him the last morsels of your squirt.

Not having the willpower to deny him, your pussy gushes out more onto his tongue and shamelessly he swallows all of it as you cum all over again.

By the time Suguru detaches himself from your cunt he looks almost as wrecked as you: hair is matting to the sides of his face, his glasses are clouded with slick and your juices are dripping down his chin.

Although, now that Suguru has had a taste of you he is left craving more. Not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste Suguru is ferally slurping the drippings off your thighs and lowering his head to even zamboni the overflow of your essence off the desk beneath you. Ravenous with thirst for you Suguru is even using his mouth to squeeze out any droplets he could retrieve from your soaked cheer panties.

You on the other hand could only heave as you gasped for breath. Your legs are still twitching in the after shock of your intense orgasm and squirt session. Dizzy and dazed you feel yourself fading out, unsure of how much time has passed or what Suguru was still doing between your legs until the familiar ring of your phone slowly guides you back into the present.

Wiping his face with the back of his hand Suguru stands up and pulls your phone out of his pocket.

The phone is still ringing as he looks down at it and snickers.

“It’s Toru, Y/N. Answer it.”

You give Suguru a frowny pout. You were barely conscious right now, you couldn't handle a drunkenly energetic Satoru.

Seeing you making no attempts to move, Suguru answers it for you and Satoru’s voice overflows through the speakerphone.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are ya at!? We need the beer pong queen to make her appearance, I need a partner! Nanamin is too good to beat without you!”

Suguru held the phone out to you but you could respond in labored puffs.

“Y/N is taking a study break, a bit tired after her lesson.”

“–Oh it's you Suguru!”

You end up tuning Satoru out as he’s begging Suguru to come to the party with you which you already knew wasn’t going to happen even if he didn’t just make you squirt all over him.

Willing yourself to sit up, your body is immediately revitalized when your eye is drawn to how bricked Suguru currently is in his dark gray sweats.

Suguru arches his brow in amusement as you pull him forward by the band of his joggers. You hurriedly fumble to untie them, pushing them and his boxers down to reveal his hard cock.

The sight of it nearly has you squeeing.

You practically have hearts in your eyes as you gawk at Suguru’s cock, it’s the prettiest you’ve ever seen. The way his girth swayed in front of you as pre marbles on the tip has you openly salivating. To say his length and thickness is above average, was a massive understatement.

You can’t estimate a size but you know he is huge as you eye the a large vein on the underside of his cock that seemed to weigh him down even though fully erect. You squirmed at the thought of that vein scraping inside your pussy as Suguru pounded you.

You need to feel it. Now.

Nevertheless, it isn’t until Suguru snaps his fingers in front of your face did you realize Gojo was now addressing you again through the phone.

“Y/N! You there?! I failed with Sugu! He’s lame! But you’ll be here soon right???”

A sharp contrast to just 30 mins earlier but partying was the last thing on your mind now. You needed to get Satoru off the phone and Suguru’s cock inside you expeditiously.

“Mhm-nh, Toru sorry, I–I really need to get a good grade. I need Sugu to tutor me a bit more. C-Can’t afford to flunk out!”

Although you had teased Suguru earlier about popping his cherry, you didn’t care if he was a virgin now. He had more than proved himself despite his lack of hands-on sexual experience.

You weren’t really paying attention to Satoru any longer as Suguru motions for you to lay back again. Readily, you get in position returning your legs to a stirrup pose.

Suguru rewards your obedience with his cock slapping against your clit.

“Mmmm…FUHH-CK-AH!”

You don’t care that Satoru is still on the line as Suguru is slipping his cock under your cheer panties, rubbing his fat tip along your folds. His cock sandwiched between your messy cunt and the soaked fabric has Suguru groaning at the crazy sensation, he could bust like this for sure.

“Huh? Oh.. OHHHHHH! Haha, I see, I see! Suguru’s lessons are the best, aren’t they Y/N?”

You’re openly moaning now. Barely registering Toru’s words as Suguru grunts, increasing the pace he’s bullying his cockhead across your clit.

“Y-yeah, the besssst-ahhh!”

Satoru, feeling more than a bit left out, starts pouting over the phone.

“Hey, no fair playing with Bunny without me Sugu! Let me join ne–”

Suguru abruptly cuts Satoru’s complaints short, hanging up on him while still rutting his tip over your pussy. His pre leaking out in globs and mixing with your own cum still dripping from you.

He wanted you all to himself, for now at least.

Satoru could fuck off.

“Gawwd Sugu–just fuck m–”

You abruptly stop as your face falls in realization when you feel his warm cum pour over your mound and into your cheer panties.

Suguru is spilling so much of his thick load into you it's even coming out the sides of your cheer panties and running down into the crack of your ass. A few more jerks of his cock through your folds and he is quickly pulling back to tuck his softening length back into his sweats.

“N-no,no no no S-Sugu! Suguru! I-t’s okay you came fast but please— fuck me. I’ll even let you raw me and cum inside puhleaseeee Sugu– need to squirt again all over your cock!”

You don’t know the kind of willpower it takes Suguru to refuse you.

Probably one of the hardest things he’s done in his life, especially as fresh tears trickle from your eyes and he knows you’d be crying just as adorably on his cock. You were too sexy, too perfect and he wanted to fuck you just as badly as he knew you wanted him to.

BUT– more importantly he wanted to enjoy you more than for a quick fuck and if he indulged you now, he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t be relentlessly tearing up your sweet slutty pussy all night.

If you didn’t start studying for real you were definitely going to get kicked out of school and he can’t have that, especially not now after this.

Masking his own lust with a stern instructor voice Suguru chastises you as he ties his hair back onto a bun and begins to give his glasses a proper cleaning before adjusting the books and papers on his desks around you back into their correct piles.

“Absolutely out of the question. Now be a good girl and pull up your panties, Y/N. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight.”

Sticky with Suguru’s cum, frustrated and still horny you groaned loudly but obeyed. You knew Suguru meant business.

You hoped if you listened to him well enough you’d get what you wanted by the end of the night. It would suck for you to suffer through studying but it was the best motivation you had in literal years.

Unfortunately for you, Suguru, focused on the bigger picture, had a larger goal in mind.

“Only smart sluts get dick, Bunny. You’d better get an A on that exam Monday if you really want this cock.”

a/n: I would be willing to write a part 2 (some time in the future) of y/n popping Sugu cherry or even y/n getting double teamed by 'The Boom Bros' as a 'thank you' for taking the fall for them if there was interest. I'm kind of fond of this little college AU.

Reblog for an anatomy lesson from Nerd!Geto but likes and comments are also appreciated as always!

NEXT is back to my own ficcys! Upcoming: The Nursery - Yakuza!Toji x Y/N - teaser/taglist: ╰┈➤here. Delays cause I've been without my adhd meds and getting the first part of the fic beta'd for once but I FINALLY got them today and was able to finish this fic so hopefully I can get back on track! send me good vibes y'all!

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Idea: Reader is part of the scooby gang (an adult doing them a favour or something - pls not a teenager it makes me cringe) and Klaus catches her staring (because obviously) and is cocky and flirty and likes riling her up

i just like you | klaus mikaelson

author's note; this was so fun omfg i love him sm

warnings: honestly sort of grumpyxsunshine but somehow klaus is the sunshine here ? teasing, taunting, klaus is a flirty menace, reader is super in denial, implied that reader is a vampire hunter but it's not really important, also this exists in some sort of strange canon universe so don't read into it too much, fluff, making out, a steamy-ish scene at the end, but it doesn't get too graphic so don't worry! no use of y/n!

She doesn’t like owing people favors. She doesn’t like when other people owe her favors, either, but people seem to think that trading things off is the best way to live, and she’s hardly got the power to change something so universally accepted.

She doesn’t like owing people favors, but in this case, it’s not something she can renegotiate. Alaric saved her life, and the least she could do is help him out with something.

Her view on that changes very quickly when he looks at her and tells her they want her to make a deal with the devil. In fact, she’d rather Alaric had just let her die than ask her to do anything with or for Klaus Mikaelson.

“I would quite literally rather die than do that, Ric,” She deadpans, givin him a completely unamused look that makes him grimace.

“No, I know, I know,” He holds his hands up, a desperation to his pleading tone. “It’s a lot to ask of you, but no one else can deal with him like you do. They’d end up dead, or something,”

“Why do you think I can deal with him any differently than you, or Damon, or something? I hate him just as much!”

“Oh, well, that’s just not very nice of you, darling,” The man in question drawls, smirk audible in his voice as they look over to where he’s sitting on Alaric’s couch, looking like he practically lives there. She supposes he technically did, for a minute. “Hate is such a strong word.”

She gives him a saccharine smile, tilting her head. “I’m so sorry, Klaus, did I hurt your feelings? I didn’t know that evil hybrids who kill anyone who breathes wrong could have feelings.”

Klaus’s smirk only widens at her visible ire, and he props his chin up on his hand as he looks at her. “I have every feeling for you, sweetheart,”

Her eyes momentarily widen to the size of dinner plates, and then she quickly schools her expression back into a flat glare, snapping her gaze away from him as she huffs unhappily. “You want me to deal with that all day, Alaric? By myself? I thought we were friends,”

“We are friends,” He stresses, shooting Klaus a warning look that the Original dutifully ignores. “That’s why I’m asking you to do this. All you have to do is make the drive up to Whitmore and get the rest of Isobel’s stuff– we need to see if she has any information on the cure, or anything like that.”

“Doesn’t Bonnie have that professor guy that was telling her a bunch of stuff? Can’t we just go to him?”

“Damon doesn’t trust that guy,” Alaric says. “And before you ask, no, you can’t make Damon go. He and Klaus will kill each other if they’re in the same vehicle for that long.”

“He’s right about that,” Klaus says, still happily in his place on the couch. “Damon’s got such a temper these days. Can’t even handle a joke anymore.”

She scrunches her face up, giving him an incredulous look. “The only jokes you make are about the time you tried to kill Elena,”

“How would we cope if we couldn’t make jokes about these sorts of things?”

Her incredulity only deepens and she drags her gaze back to Alaric pointedly, earning an exhausted sigh from the teacher. “Klaus,” He starts, that same desperation still in his voice. “Can we all just play nice? For once we have something to be united about– could you possibly not jeopardize everyone’s lives again?”

Klaus heaves a sigh, standing from the couch in a swift movement and crossing the short distance to where they stand. “Certainly. I’m nothing if not professional, you know this.”

“Uh huh,” Alaric deadpans. “Can you be… professional enough to not provoke her into leaving you stranded somewhere, or something?”

“I’m sure we can work something out,” The hybrid drops his gaze to hers, bright eyes alight with mischief. “So long as she stops pouting.”

She huffs, dutifully not pouting. Narrowing her eyes, she offers a hand out to him, ignoring the amusement that sparks in his eyes at her formalness. “It’s for the greater good of all of us, right? I’m sure I can suffer through anything for that.”

Klaus shakes her hand firmly, and she ignores the way it feels like he’s laughing at her. “I’m sure you can.”

──────

“I take it all back, I’m going to murder him, and then myself.”

“Hello to you, too. I take it it’s going well?” Alaric’s voice comes through the speaker of her phone as she walks beside Klaus, ignoring the crowds of college students they’re pushing their way past to head to Isobel’s old office.

“Oh, it’s going so well, besides the fact that our vehicle just broke down as soon as we got to Whitmore.”

She can practically hear Alaric’s wince of sympathy through the phone. “Can’t Klaus just compel you another vehicle?”

“You would think so, but I already tried that, and he said it wouldn’t be very cooperative of him to take advantage of people. He’s apparently all for the teamwork these days,” She shoots him a glare, face twisting into one of disdain when all he does is give her a wide smirk. “Alaric, I cannot be stranded here with him. It was one thing if it was a few hours, but I cannot survive any longer than that.”

Alaric breathes out her name on an exasperated sigh, and she tries to ignore the slight pin prick of guilt that stabs at her because of it. “Have you called a mechanic or anything?”

She bites the tip of her tongue roughly. “Yeah. They’re coming to tow it, and they said it’ll be like, tomorrow morning at the earliest before it’s done.”

“Can you survive the night? For real? Or do you want me to drive up there and get you?”

She nearly blurts out that she won’t survive, that he needs to come get her as soon as he leaves work, but she stops herself, eyes drifting to Klaus, who seems to be awaiting her answer as well. Sighing tiredly, she shakes her head, even though Alaric can’t see her. “I’ll be fine, I’m just being dramatic. Don’t worry about me, alright? I– Klaus and I will handle this. It’s no big deal, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” She reassures, stopping at the steps that lead to Isobel’s office building. “I’ll text you later tonight after we’ve had some time to go through some of the stuff, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you,” He sounds infinitely less stressed at her reassurances, and the guilt she’d been feeling dissipates easily. “I’ll talk to you later.”

She echoes the goodbye and quickly pockets her phone again, immediately turning to Klaus to give him a glare that she can’t even really call a glare because of the complete and utter lack of any real heat behind it. Gesturing widely to the building before them, she sighs. “Let’s get this over with.”

The office is devoid of any lingering students, and she wonders if it was done on purpose. The only person there besides her and Klaus is the girl at the desk, and she racks her brain for the girl’s name, because Alaric had told her earlier before they left.

“Hi,” She starts, stepping in front of Klaus slightly as they approach the desk. “Alaric called earlier and said we’d be coming up to get some of Isobel’s research, I think?”

The girl stands, a small smile on her face as she nods. “Of course. I’m Vanessa, I was Isobel’s intern.”

Vanessa, she internally scolds herself for not remembering, before giving her name back in return. “And this is Klaus.”

The Original offered a charming smile, and she saw some degree of recognition flutter in Vanessa’s eyes as her smile grew wider, equally charmed and awed. “Lovely to meet you, Vanessa,”

“You’re Klaus Mikaelson, aren’t you?” She breathes out, shaking her head in disbelief as she leads them to Isobel’s private office. “Isobel was fascinated with the story of the Originals, but there wasn’t ever enough information to figure out what was true and what wasn’t.”

Klaus hums, practically preening under the attention. “Such are the consequences of living as long as I have. I can hardly remember what’s real and what’s not,”

Vanessa’s face lights up with an idea, and she steps towards Klaus excitedly. “Would you mind if I asked you some questions? It would do our research a lot of good to have something new,”

“Oh, well–”

“We have a lot to do,” She quickly cuts in over their voices, offering a sharp smile to Vanessa. “But if we have time later, I’m sure he’d love to give you a tell-all interview.”

Vanessa’s smile dims slightly but she nods, gesturing for them to go into the open office. “It’s all in there. Let me know if you need my help with anything.”

“We will definitely do that,” She says, ignoring the twitch in her fingers as pushes Klaus into the office ahead of her. “Thank you so much!”

She shuts the door firmly behind her and lets out a sharp sigh, her eyes fluttering open where she hadn’t even realized they’d shut. She finds Klaus staring at her, and immediately looks away, ducking past him to head for one of the packed boxes in the office, collecting dust. “What?”

Klaus makes an amused little hum in the back of his throat. “Oh, nothing,”

“There’s clearly something,”

“There is, but I don’t think you’d enjoy hearing it from me,”

She halts her movements, hands falling limp on the file folders sorted neatly inside one box. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she raises a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m curious as to what Vanessa did to earn your disdain,” He says, shrugging lightly, keeping his voice purposefully aloof.

She rolls her eyes, returning to pilfering through the box, skimming the labels on the file. “She was distracting you. We came here to do something, and we need to do it. That’s all.”

He makes that irritating noise again, and she pauses once more, this time turning to face him fully. “What? What is so funny about that? Might I remind you, we need to learn about this cure for you just as much as anyone else.”

He smirks, picking up a box from the floor and putting it on the table in front of him. “Of course. But only if you admit you were jealous,”

She feels the blood in her veins freeze as she stares at him, and she knows there’s a dawning look of horror growing on her face. “Excuse me?”

“Just admit that you were jealous of that poor girl in there, and I will do as much research as you want me to. It’s very simple.”

“Jealous,” She echoes, her voice faint the longer she looks at him. “You think that I was jealous because some college kid was treating you like you were the lead singer in her favorite boy band?”

“Maybe not her favorite boy band, but certainly her favorite Original,” He corrects, grinning deviously.

“I wasn’t jealous!” She yells somewhat hysterically, face twisting as her pulse races. “I– I have no reason to be jealous, I would never be jealous, I’m not– I’m not jealous! Just– shut up!”

She waves a hand in his direction, ignoring the warmth in her chest that stings like embarrassment. “Just– shut up, and– and leave me alone! Do what we came here to do,”

Klaus holds his hands up in surrender, still smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Whatever you say,”

──────

They’ve booked a hotel for the night, despite the fact that she’d sooner sleep on the street than stay in a hotel with Klaus Mikaelson. But he graciously offered to pay for it, and she was determined to pretend like their conversation earlier had never happened and that meant acting like absolutely nothing was wrong.

It meant letting him order them room service, and sitting quietly while they ate. It meant letting him tease and taunt her like he normally did, and working overtime to give him the normal reactions she would have– a glare here and there, a not-so-nice name everywhere else.

Except now it felt like it was all wrong. It felt like she was being even more obvious than before. All because he called her out. Because he was right.

Just out of sheer principle, she couldn’t ever tell him that. The last thing he needed was that particular ego boost, from her of all people.

Their relationship has always been antagonistic, but Klaus has never been nearly as harsh as she has. And now that she’s spent the last six hours thinking about every single interaction they’ve ever had, she feels somewhat stupid for not even letting herself contemplate the idea that she could one day be jealous over Klaus Mikaelson.

But even in that same vein, she understands why it never crossed her mind until he pointed it out. It was non-negotiable, having any sort of relationship like that with Klaus. She’d been friends with Alaric since he first met Isobel, she couldn’t just go and sleep with the guy who killed his girlfriend, let alone have feelings for him.

The thought alone made her stomach swirl with guilt, but she was determined to not let Klaus in on any of her inner turmoil, considering he’d get some insane satisfaction out of the fact that it’s all his fault.

By the time they make their way to the private bedroom in the ridiculously grand hotel room Klaus had gotten them for the night, it doesn’t really register in her mind that they not only don’t have any sort of pajamas due to the fact that this wasn’t supposed to be an overnight trip, but the only bedroom in the suite has one bed.

It doesn’t register in her mind until she’s already in bed, resigned to the fact that she’ll be sleeping in her t-shirt and underwear, and Klaus makes his way over to the bed like it’s no big deal.

“Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing?”

He raises a brow at her, gesturing to the bed. “Going to bed. We’ve got an early morning ahead of us if you have any chance of making it back to Mystic Falls alive.”

She rolls her eyes at his taunting recollection of her complaints, and she holds up a hand, keeping the blankets tucked carefully around her hips as she sits up. “Why wouldn’t you get a room with two beds?”

“Because it’s one night, darling,” He drawls, signature smirk twitching on his lips. “But if you have some particular feeling that would make sharing a bed with me uncomfortable, then I–”

“No!” She cuts him off, feeling like she was just backed into a corner. “No issue. Just– keep your hands to yourself.”

He winks at her, and she ignores the way it makes her heart race. “Wouldn’t dream of it,”

She shuffles back down into the bed and turns onto her side away from him, suddenly too conscious of the fact that she doesn’t have any pants on, and that if someone had told her this morning she’d be pantsless, in bed with Klaus Mikaelson, she probably would’ve punched them and then spent the rest of her life dreaming about it.

It’s only slightly humiliating.

Once Klaus is settled in the bed, presumably undressed to the same degree she is if the shuffling she’d heard a minute ago was anything to go by, he turns the lamp off, encasing them in darkness.

After too long, her hip starts to ache the longer she lays on her side, and she knows there’s no chance she’ll fall asleep with it throbbing like it is, so she resigns herself to the fact that she’s going to have to move.

Careful of her spacial awareness, she turns onto her back, and then onto her other side, unable to stop her eyes from landing on the shadows of Klaus’s profile.

She lets out a small breath, shakier than normal, and clutches her hand against the pillow beneath her head.

“You’re staring,”

She groans quietly. “I am not,”

“You know, I don’t know if I should be honored or not that you don’t act like this with anyone else.”

She squeezes the pillow again, brows furrowing on her forehead. Her curiosity piqued, despite her best interests. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re horrifically antagonistic on a good day, and downright murderous on a bad one. But you don’t ever lose your temper with anyone else like you do with me,” He observes, voice unintentionally quiet in the privacy of the darkness. If she didn’t know any better, she’d even say it was laced with fondness.

Pressing her face into her pillow briefly to try and collect herself, she lets her eyes trace the curve of his nose, and his prominent cupid’s bow, backlit by the moon shining in the window. She wonders what he looks like beneath a full moon. She wonders if his eyes shine that burning yellow-gold color the entire night.

“You do it on purpose,” She mutters, trying to keep her tone from sounding as childish as it does in her head. “I’m not stupid, Klaus. You like riling me up.”

She hears more than sees his head turn towards her, but she feels the burn of his eyes on her face like the summer sun.

“Did you ever consider that I just like when you talk to me?” He asks, sounding entirely more vulnerable than she ever thought he was capable of being.

Her breath stutters on an exhale, and she knows he can hear the way his words make her entire body trip up. Despite being unable to truly meet his eyes in the dark, she searches for them anyway, seeking out the truth that may lie in them.

He murmurs her name, soft and sweet between the sheets wrapped around them, and she can’t stop herself from pushing forward into his space, draping herself across his chest as she presses their lips together.

She’s instantly satisfied to hear the shocked noise that spills from his lips, but it’s the last coherent thought she can form once he mirrors her utter desperation.

He steals the breath from her lungs, barely letting her gasp between his greedy kisses, his hands pulling her further into him, leaving her practically on top of him.

His hands slide up the fabric of her shirt, grabbing at the bare skin there, groaning at the feel of her moving beneath his touch.

“Klaus,” She gasps out, panting at the spit-slick sounds of their lips together in the quiet of the hotel room. “Klaus, I have to–”

She forcibly pulls herself away from him, unable to even blame him for the way she let herself get so caught up as she catches her breath, looking down from where she’s propped above him.

They fall silent, matching each other’s frantic but slowing breaths as their spilled-over tension finally seems to simmer out.

A huff of a laugh comes from beneath her and she frowns slightly, looking at him. “What?”

His hands clench where they’re still gripping her waist, and she visibly shivers at the rough touch. “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

She instinctively slaps a hand against his bare shoulder, wondering how she hadn’t noticed he’d taken his shirt off when he got into bed. “You are such a dick,” She shakes her head, but she’s already leaning back in to kiss him again despite herself.

Klaus is quick to meet her halfway, craning his neck up to kiss her again, and she lets out a sudden yelp as he flips them around, pressing her into the mattress beneath him. “Let me make it up to you,”

She’s nodding before he even finishes speaking, and she thinks, tells herself, that she can’t be faulted for how quickly she forgives him after that.

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chrollohearttags · 6 months

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With AOTs last episode… Imagine if rumors spread that musician!Eren and Mikasa had something going on in the past. Then reader gets wind of it and they breakup!! I couldn’t imagine what was going through Eren’s head when the media hears about this shit!!!!!

ayooo! I swear, y’all are geniuses fr. I was thinking of something like this. And here I was needing a little drama (I’ll definitely have to do this as a full fic in the future but I gotta talk about thisss sksksjs!!)

content + themes: infidelity(?), angsty vibes, lots of drama, mentions of sex, alcohol mentions

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“Let’s get into this tea, honey. Cause it’s HOT! So boom, (influencer name) this girl right here..is engaged to this man, EJ The Don. This lady here is Mikasa Ackerman, or formerly known as MikaASH. Who is also the manager for both of them. Welllll, girl. Allegedly, she was over here hunching on Mr. EJ behind Miss (y/n)’s back! Mind you, miss girl got a whole HUSBAND herself—“

“Y’all already know what we’re gonna talk about so just buckle in. I could not believe this when I heard it. So word is going around that EJ the Don, Mr. Underground God, the Living Dead Boy..whatever the fuck his name is has been cheating on his girl. And if you don’t know who she is, this is (y/n) (l/n), leader of the Pole Assassins. Gorgeous, gorgeous woman..but this asshole decided to not only fuck around on her but with their manager nonetheless!—“

it was inescapable..every other scroll through TikTok’s feed was some person with a pair of earbuds, speaking over the static wafting through the microphone as they stood before and floated in front of a green screen..pictures and articles of the story plastered behind them. What was the latest topic of discussion and juiciest gossip for the masses; a sure fire way to get themselves circulating in the algorithm was your sad reality. A reality that you wish was all made up.

two people you loved and cared for deeply betraying you in an indescribable way. The woman who’d all but given you your start in this industry. Acting as that of a sister rather than a manager as she helped you navigate fame. And the man..you loved more than life itself. Who showed you what it meant to be happy for the first time in your life. Sleeping together behind your back…you had never felt pain quite like this. There were physical pangs in your chest, your stomach in knots and all of the air feeling as if they had dissipated from your lungs. At that moment, you wanted to disappear into nothing..fade away and never be seen again. But life went on!..you had obligations, business affairs, everything you’d work so hard to achieve. Meanwhile, your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Missed calls and texts from them both, constantly sounding off back to back because lord knows if you answered, you’d only end up saying or doing something you’d regret. Much like you had hours ago when you stormed out of you and Eren’s home, bags packed with him running after you..tears in his eyes and the promise that nothing had ever happened. But there was proof. Pictures of them all over each other; Mikasa sporting her leather clad, skimpy attire she would wear on stage and him happily grabbing her hips as she bent over. It made you sick to your stomach. Physically ill even..it was too much for you to bare. Apologies, no matter how frequently and loud they were, would never absolve that hurt. The thought of them touching, kissing and doing god knows what behind your back..in your bed!

“Please (y/n)! I know what this seems like but that was from years ago. We were drunk, probably even high. Somebody took those of us, thinking they had something they could sell off to TMZ but you’ve gotta believe me when I tell you..nothing ever happened. I would never come between what you and Eren have—“

“Girl, please. Spare me the tears. If you wanna fuck him, he’s all yours. I’ll be damned if I ever compete for my spot. You got it.”

as much as you were trying to wear the brave face, you were torn apart and seeing her in full blown hysterics, trying to plead their case. But you were having none of it. As for Eren, he was in no better shape. He was devastated..heartbroken. More so than anyone could imagine. He wasn’t even going to bother heading to social media to clear his name as other accused cheaters had done so in the past. Rather, he downed the various bottles of liquor, stowed away in the studio’s cabinets. Angry and frustrated. More so importantly confused.

“Aren’t you going to go get her back, Mr. Jaeger? She can’t possibly believe that’s true. You guys would never..”

“Well she does and when she gets her mind set on something, there’s no changing it…”

how in the hell had a rumor like this started anyway?! Who was so bored as to drudge up old photos and post them, claiming that they had slept together. And most of all?….

how could he face you again..not knowing if it was true himself?

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j-u-u-z-o · 10 months

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“You Better Watch What You Say!” (Ikkaku Madarame x F.Reader)

Synopsis: it’s your and ikkaku’s day off. That’s it.

AN: I was cracking up writing this scenario because we should all know that ikkaku can be so stubborn and self conscious of some things! I was literally giggling at the hair salon! Soo based off the synopsis, I leave you to guess what happened on their day off. I think you guys are going to love this, enjoy! 🤣❤️

Updated Note: I know I took so long to post this. I kept adding more to this fic so I’m sorry that’s it long and that some of you waited so long for it! I keep reading this scenario over and over bc Ikkaku makes my mind go wild. Enjoy again! 😭❤️

Please like/reblog or comment! It would be greatly appreciated!

Warning: Ikkaku being ikkaku, humor, tease, foreplay, oral (f.receiving), orgasm denial (???), grammar.

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Today’s is your day off. You’re laying comfortably on the couch, looking outside the veranda - looking up at the blue sky on a calm Sunday morning. You’re listening to the birds chirping and flying around with their wings happily.

“Home at last~.” you’re away from your nursing duties in squad 4, long meetings, and far away from those flirtatious patients that request to be under your care. Mainly from squad 11. You sighed at the last thought but you didn’t take it personally because you have a boyfriend. In your eyes, he’s a fit, rude, cocky, stubborn and violent bald-headed man, who’ hobby is fighting. Maybe some people agree with you. You guessed it. It’s none other than the third seat of squad 11, Ikkaku Madarame.

The shinigami is known for considering fighting “fun”and tries to get as much fun as he can, even taking deadly risks to drag out fights for as long as possible. And that’s exactly what he’s doing right now - you watched him swinging his sword at some birds in the yard.

“I wanna fight!!!” Come out and fight me!!!” He shouted. Dead silence.

“It’s your day off, Ikkaku.” You reminded the man as you laid on the sofa.

“Who said that?!” He looked at around the yard and caught you looking at him. “Me, idiot.” He looked at you like you had three heads. But he also noticed that that you’re wearing his light blue sleeveless robe - revealing your beautiful legs and your tits from the way you’re laid down. “Oi. Wanna come out here and say it to my face, baby?” He sneered and pointed his sword at you. “Nooo~” you sang. “This is my day off, I’d rather be alone relaxing or cuddling with my boyfriend.” You stretched and turned away from his eyes to sit up - now leaning against the armrest and looking around the small living room.

“Oi. Watch what you say, y/n.” Your eyes turned to look at him, nonchalantly. “I might just have you spar with me.” You stared at ikkaku, he’s teasing you. “No, thank you. Like I said, it’s my day off - go ask your daddy kenpachi. You’d get beaten up for sure.” You clapped back. Ikkaku knows you well. You are a very quiet and soft spoken person but when somebody (like him) tries you, you don’t hold back. he loves that about you - he likes to “shake you”, in fact. But it takes time to get there.

“Feh! That doesn't even make sense.” He brushed off your remark and walked up inside the living room. “No, you’re just too dense with that bald head of yours.” You said just as he was about to go grab a cup of water from the fridge in the kitchen. You snorted when he slowly turned and looked at you with an annoyed look. “Stop” you pleaded when he slowly walked towards you. “I was kidding.” you forget sometimes that ikkaku is very self-conscious about his baldness, often insisting he is not bald, but that his head is "shaven", and will threaten anyone who points this out - including you.

You put a hand on his chest to stop him when he kneeled and got closer to your face. You love rumbling and tumbling with your stubborn boyfriend. You were about to get up and escape but he quickly grabbed your legs and got in between them. “Oi.” He said roughly. “Apologize, right now.” He looked at you deeply in the eyes - his face close to yours that you couldn’t see anything else but him. “Or what?” You taunted as you leaned back against the sofa - you giggled nervously when ikkaku didn’t say anything. He just glared at you. It’s kind of hot, you thought.

He moved even more closer, “I’m not bald.” You felt each word that he said move against your lips. The room was quiet except for the birds chirping outside. You quickly licked his upper lip as an “apology” and smiled. Then Ikkaku pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply.

Your hands moved up to the sides of his face as you were getting dizzy from the heated kisses. His lips massaged yours with a deep desire. “Ikkaku..” you breathed when he slowly dropped kisses down your sternum while his fingers slowly opened your his robe’s collar. Your breath hitched when he skimmed your left breast with the tips of his fingers - brushing it around your nipple and then rolling it on the pad of his thumb, gently.

You sighed when ikkaku’s tongue circled your sensitive nipple - licking it with the tip of his tongue until he enveloped and sucked it. “Mmm” he groaned - sucking it like he would to your clit. You placed your hand on the back of his neck when his other hand grazed the other breast kneaded it. A few minutes after, he finished the task when he broke away with wet “pop”.

He untied the knot on the robe and dropped kisses down to your stomach. Your back arched when he opened the robe and moved the heels of your feet down to the edge of the cushion, after he spreads your legs open. You saw your boyfriend smirk and bite his bottom lip as he eyed your puffy pussy. You got a little shy from the long intense gaze, so you covered it with your dainty hand.

“Oi. We do this all the time, baby." He looked at you. "Nothing to be shy about.” He reassured and caressed your hand; you let him move it away. He began rubbing his palm against your pussy - to slowly open you up. “Oh” you gasped when he moved it up to circle your clit - you wriggled your hips on the feather-light caresses. Your cunt already started to get slick, “You like that, huh.” He heard the light sounds of your arousal against his hand, as you circled your hips . He looked up and noticed that your eyes were closed and face shyly turned to the side.

Ikkaku chuckled. he leaned in to drop kisses on your inner thighs and around your pussy. You moaned at the warm touches and clutched the hem of the robe when his kisses got closer to your clit and then started to kiss it, over and over. Your pussy throbbed each time.

“Ah…” you sighed - his tender lips kissed your throbbing clit that you gripped your thighs from underneath. you moaned - your head swayed side to side as he explored your lips. "Mmm." Your hips also swayed each time he licked it side to side, very slowly.

You giggled when he started to open mouth kiss your clit very seriously - sucking it like candy. “Mmm.” You moaned and moved your dainty fingers under his chin to keep him there - feeling his jaw movements under your fingertips. “Oh…god.” you gasped when his lips wrapped around it and sucked it again, as you rolled your hips.

Ikkaku lightly chuckled. He looks like he’s in heaven - his eyes are closed while he’s eating you out, like he was born to do this. You watched the man in between your legs - his head tilted as his long tongue licked your slick folds side to side. “Ungh!” you writhed when his tongue moved to the middle - licking up your sensitive clit. “Fuck.” His tongue swirled around the nub, very gently.

“Mmm. You like that?” He did it again. You shivered as you watched his longue tongue fondle your clit. "Uh-huh" you nodded - he suddenly lifted your legs from underneath your knees and pushed it back against the couch. You whimpered, now feeling completely at his mercy. “ikkaku...” Your back ached from the new position but you lifted your hips and bucked on the feverish tongue, anyway. Ikkaku chuckled and flicked your clit, feverishly. “Oh fuck!” You cried - you felt the quick waves fluttering all over your body, squirming. Ikkaku groaned loudly over your moans, “you taste so good, babe.” He switched and started licking down your cunt and up to your clit.

“Oh baby...ikka...” you whined as you lifted your hips each time he licked up to your clit. “Heh. That’s it.” He looked up at you - blissed out. “Give it to me, baby.” He stroked your legs and smacked it from underneath, and then enveloped your clit. “Hnnghh.” you quivered when he slobbered it, the sounds were so vulgar that you couldn’t hear the birds chirping outside. His warm saliva dripped down your cunt and on the cushion.

You rubbed the back if his neck as you swirled your hips around his needy mouth. “right there…right there.” You whispered - humping it while he mouthed your sobbing cunt. There it is. You started to feel the first sign of that warm syrupy feeling on your clit. Your dainty hands grabbed the sides of his head and you started riding his tongue in circles, slowly. Ikkaku chuckled, “Heh! You’re so fucking experimental, baby.” you ignored him and pushed back where it belonged. Ikkaku loves it when you manhandle him; He felt your hot exhales coming down from your nose. Clearly, you didn’t want this orgasm to end so quickly.

“Oh yeah, ikka...” Your head fell back on the couch again - you’re squirming but also controlling your hips - making sure your pussy doesn’t lose contact with the strong appendage. Your heavy breathes and moans filled his ears. “So good. Don’t stop…ah…” you breathed.

“Come on, give it me, y/n.” you looked down at the man with pure dominance - his heated gaze did the same. You humped his tongue again, roughly. He felt how hard his tongue bumped against your pussy. But of course, ikkaku being ikkaku, he pulled your hips more closer to the edge of the cushion, bent your legs down to the sides of your chest and dipped his tongue inside your cunt. “Ugh!” You grunted - getting a better view of the man eating you out.

You gripped your thighs from underneath because you needed something to hold onto. you started tried bouncing your hips off the couch cushion to get his hot tongue deeper inside your throbbing cunt. His nose rubbing against your clit. You’re both looking into each other’s eyes - only hearing his strong appendage dip inside your sobbing cunt. “Ohhh…” your legs trembled when his long tongue wriggled inside. Ikkaku growled at how you’re plush walls squeezed his muscle.

Suddenly, the thick, swelling and syrupy feeling ignited again. “Oh! Yeah!” You hands landed on his broad shoulders and you rode his face quickly. Ikkaku gripped your knees roughly from underneath - his mouth bumping against your sobbing cunt. You’re mouth is wide open - lost in thought; feeling the throbbing sensation on your clit until your breathe hitches. “ahhhhh!” You cried out.

“Heh!” He raised himself, wiping his mouth on his wrist, and licked his lips. “Feeling pretty weak huh, baby?” Your chest is heaving and you're puddy - looking up at him. “Next time, think before you speak.” he puts your legs over his shoulders and started to massage your thighs. “Ikka-“ He leaned forward and kissed you thickly and deeply, tasting yourself, before you could protest. “Mmmm...” You massaged his jaw with your hand. Your lips smacking against his other filled both yours and his ears.

“Sorry, ikkaku.” You looked at him in the eyes - you really meant it. He hummed and gave you a quick peck. You shuddered when he moved down to also give your clit some pecks. It felt a little bit better to give it some after care. He kissed it softly like he would kiss you while you lifted your hips to meet his warm lips, over and over. He chuckled when he saw your pussy throb. “I see you still have some energy left in you, huh babe!” he sneered.

Feeling fulfilled you were about to pull him down to snuggle with you but a knock was heard from his front door. “Huh?” He frowned. He turned his head and looked out the hallway from the living room. Ikkaku got up and you whined. “Stay here and wait for me.” He walked to the front door and slides it open. “Oh! I-Ikkaku sotaicho!” he raised an eyebrow at the three old men from his squad. “Oi. What the hell are you guys doing here?”

“e..etto…” One man spoke. “Well, Kenpachi taicho wants you - us!” Another man smacked his shoulder to correct him. “To head to…um…ahh.” He stuttered nervously. “SPILL IT OUT, JACKASS!!!” Ikkaku grew impatient - a vein popped on his temple.

“To meet at the dojo to spar!” Another man in the back called out. “But today is our day off and…”

Suddenly ikkaku bursted out laughing. The the three men looked at him in shock mixed with confusion. “Today is my lucky day!!!” He shouted. You can hear him while you were tying your his robe. “And it’s also yours too.” He gave them a wide grin.

“eehhhh????!!!” They were in pure terror.

“What was that?” He glared at them. “N-nothing! Ikkaku sotiacho!” They stood up straight. “Meet me at the training grounds and be prepared.” They turned and quickly walked away from the premises - silently wailing.

He turned his back and closed the sliding door. “What happened?” You looked up from your nails that you were playing with - watching your now excited boyfriend pull up his upper haori and put his sword in his sash belt. “Where are you going?” You whined. Ikkaku turned around, “I’m heading to the dojo. Captain's orders, babe.” He kissed your lips. “I’ll be back…for round two.” He smirked and walked out the room. “You better keep your promise!” You got up and quickly walked to the front door, and saw him wave his hand. “He can’t catch a break, sometimes.” You sighed and rubbed your temples. You walked to his bedroom and laid down on the futon and fell asleep from the post-orgasm.

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sorcerous-caress · 4 months

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thank you thank you thank you for feeding me the halfling content. It warms my cold dead soul and I love it so much. 94 notes too at the current time I’m writing this, and gah, I’m glad some people enjoy the short races like I do.

To add if I may, I know I’m going off into human kink territory, but I feel like in all other races x human, there is a certain tone towards the human partner. High elves thinks they’re fundamentally less intelligent and naive, wood elves like to ‘fix’ them/change them, dwarves’ fantasy is to have a clumsy human assistant, etc.

Which don’t get me wrong, is hot. I’m all here for kinky shit, but I do like the tenderness of halflings. Imagine, a human stumbles upon a halfling grove while injured. They pass out, and awake to a group of halflings fussing. They’re tender and kind. One is hurriedly trying to sew their blankets together to keep you warm, another is tending to the fire, one is bringing you soup, etc.

Maybe you groan and protest you’re fine, trying not to hit your head. But you stumble and a worried halfling is tenderly scolding you. As you recover, you learn more about them. You drink with them, share nights under the stars, watch as they dance, and celebrate festivities together. They live such peaceful lives. Maybe you’re resistant. Maybe you’ve had a bad home life and don’t trust the families that love each other without something to get in return.

And yet, when you start a relationship with a halfling, you get their family too. Their siblings, their nieces and nephews, their cousins, and oh you just have to met their great aunt who lives on the top of the hill.

Maybe you stay with them. Or maybe you have to continue on your journey. When and if you do come back, your halfling lover(s) hand you a stack of love letters they write you. They are worried sick and hold you so tightly you’re strangely impressed.

Gah, I’m rambling but I love the idea of a human, rugged and hardened by the world, fall desperately in love with a halfling. I love a tender human kink and would love to get into the smut sometimes, but like I said, thank you so much for humoring my requests!

I'm really happy you liked it! I remember you from the early days of the human kink posts and immediately recognised you when I saw you in the requests <3

And yes, you get it. Halflings are described as the best friends of humanity for a reason! They represent home, security, and comfort, and god knows humanity is desperately in need a break from this cold warm and go to bed in a warm home.

It goes both ways too, halflings adore all the arts, be it painting, writing, music or anything, and humanity is the biggest ever source of it. Which is why so many halfling settlements get built near human cities, they adore their human neighbours creativity and are eternal greatful for the many manu gifts human has created into this world that they can spend a lifetime of exploring it.

Humans are the excitement and entertainment to them, the fun, art and laughter. I imagine halflings to be one of the few races who happily would listen to a human ramble about their ideas and dreams rather then condcendingly shushing them like the elves or infantilising their simple dreams like the dwarves who live complex lives.

Which is why humans are suspicious when they're met with halflings' hospitality after being met with all the other races, some of them even tried to enslave the humans.

And the halflings really live the dream most humans long for. A community of people who live off the lands and help each other, neigbours that know each other and share their celebrations and happiness. Where everyone contributes what they can and no one is left out.

Sometimes being human is tiring, a constant race where you have to prove your worth. To continously create, shine and preform for everyone around you. And endless dance that's expected of you rather than appreciated.

So the fact the halflings will nurse a wounded human back to full health in exchange for nothing comes as a surprise. The fact they opened their doors to you amidst a rainy storm and let you dry near the fireplace inside before cutting you a piece of their pie.

Even when you're back at full health, they don't ask for much of you. Just helping them with the tasks they can't do. Someone's cat climbed on a high tree and you're taller than them so maybe you can shake this bag of treats near the cat until it comes down? Or help them pick apples from this tree?

Especially your halfling lover, they were so patient with you and your wounded trust. Coming to visit you while you recover everyday and bringing you various things from their walks.

Sometimes a piece of warm bread and a warm cup of milk. Sometimes a stray dandelion with a ladybug they didn't notice that was munching on its leaves.

You ask them why and they say why do they need a reason to? You have a kind soul, they can tell, so it's normal for them to like being around you.

And maybe, if you're in the mood for chatting, maybe just maybe you can talk to them about the things you like? You see humans get this cute spark in their eyes whenever they talk about their passions-ah yes they do find humans quite cute but don't worry, they didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.

Maybe they hint at how beautiful they find humans, how they like the feeling of their hands, how much their different smiles melts the halfling's heart.

They admit you're just as beautiful as they imagined humans to be, there's unusual shyness in their voice as they admit that.

#♡human reader #♡human kink #♡halflings #♡fluff #♡romance #dnd human kink

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shi-daisy · 7 months

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Unlikely Alliance

So I was only planing to make stuff for Day 1 and Day 7 of Eris Week but this idea popped into my head and my dear friend @praetorqueenreyna once told me she liked this ship, so I figured why not? This one for you girlie! We get the heir of Autumn with my precious Spring baby because honselt they both deserved better. Hope you all enjoy!

@erisweek2023

Eris Week 2023- Day 3: Secrets

Unlikely Alliance

The manor was nothing but a collection of vines, broken glass, rubble and wilted flowers. Eris hadn't cared much for the state of things, thinking Tamlin would eventually bounce back from this. He'd been wrong, for the High Lord was lying on the floor in beast form when Eris found him.

He didn't rise when the Autumn prince found him, rather he gazed at him with dulled emerald eyes. "Here to cut off my head?"

"No, Tamlin."

"Pity. I thought Rhysand sent you to finish me off."

"Rhysand's not one to let others do what he himself wishes to accomplish. Besides I have more reasons to keep you around than as a throphy."

"Pray tell, this should be interesting."

He noticed the blonde was slimmer than the last time he saw him when he had a meeting here with the inner circle. 'We shouldn't have frightened him like that.' He regretted.

"I have an alliance proposal. You and I joined as High Lords of the combined Spring and Autumn. "

Tamlin looked at him as if he'd grown another head."...Did you by any chance find Ciaran's secret weed stash, because if so let me know. He wanted me to burn it after he died."

"No Tamlin, I'm not high on your brother's weed. I've given this a lot of thought actually. It would be beneficial for us both.

You know that while Tarquin and his people haven't given any thought to take this land from you, my father is very adamant in getting Spring by force. I'm trying to save you from the edge of his sword."

"Let him. I have nothing left to live for."

"What about Lucien? Do you think he wants to see you dead?! Or Feyre, she'd be heartbroken to hear you passed!"

Tamlin let out a venomous sarcastic laugh that made him wince. "Feyre is the one that plunged this court to ruin for Hybern to destroy! She does not care of my demise! Oh, and your dear baby brother comes every so often to see me, and we talk. Last thing I've heard, he's happily coupled with the human queen and general. I know that in time his visits will cease. I have no one left!"

So he was right. Tamlin still loved those two even if they'd left him behind. He could understand, as there was a lady that refused him and he still sometimes pined for, even if she'd soon be wedded in the Court that he was trying to topple.

"Yet I'm still here. I am offering you a chance to rebuild, to forget, to maybe even reconnect with those you miss."

"Why?! Eris you and I were never close. For years I was only your younger brother's lov- friend!"

"Aye, and I thought that was the only connection we'd share. But as time goes on and everything we knew keeps crashing down, I've kept on thinking that perhaps we should reevaluate our bonds. And yours ws the first to come to mind.

I know how much you loved this court Tamlin. You gave your all for it even if what you truly wanted was to play music and travel. Let me help you heal it, as we bring our enemies down."

"Our enemies? Aren't you Rhysand's ally?"

"That is all talk." He showed Tamlin a Sapphire pendant that glowed in the light. "My true allies are the ones rebelling against Rhysand's rule. His court is preparing to bring him down. I'm just one of their many spies."

Tamlin looked surprised yet impressed. "If we marry, you know well...where my heart lies."

"You know where mine lies too."

Tamlin nodded. He knew that like him, Eris had fallen for one of the Acheron sisters and lost her to an Illiryan.

"Maybe in time that can be healed too. But for now all I want is for the court to be healed, with or without me. I'll accept your proposal."

Eris smiled. He took out the ring he'd brought to make things official. The bronze and ruby piece had been crafted to magically fit the wearer.

Tamlin smiled slightly, he seemed to like it.

"Now, Tamlin Vanserra, will you allow me to get you home?"

"You're still as cheeky as always, but yes."

***

As expected Beron had everything prepared in a mere afternoon, and surprisingly he had followed the instructions Eris suggested. Having all the dishes, flowers and decorations for the banquet be tailored to Tamlin's tastes.

The blonde was being gushed over by Imogen, who made sure he ate enough, and kept him from being overwhelmed.

Thankfully official speeches and matters of the sort were brief, and they could spend the rest of time dancing and enjoying the party. Surprisingly, Tamlin's mood did improve during those few hours.

Once the party ended he was about to pick up his drunken younger siblings, when Nemesis stopped him.

"I'll take care of the hungover babies. Go and rest with your fiance."

"Feeling extra nice or are you not sober?

"Fool, I have enough hallucinations as it is, I'm not making it worse with alcohol. Now scram."

He wouldn't argue with that. Tamlin was still withdrawn despite his better mood, Eris didn't blame him, being back here in Autumn might've brought back memories. So he took the chance to try and cheer up the High Lord of Spring.

Their new room was not as extravagant as the party, but it had a mix of dark greens and reds that was pleasing to the eyes. He'd made sure to furnish it with a writing desk and new instruments for Tamlin. The gesture didn't go unnoticed.

"You remembered my violin and fiddle. Even got a guitar as well."

"Having you play during the Spring Court events was always a highlight. Those who came from Spring said they missed it and I have to agree."

Tamlin chuckled. "You keep secrets well, Eris. This plan and the fact that there's so much about me that you knew and did not show, makes me wonder how many things you have up your sleeve."

He pulled Tamlin close by the waist, relishing in his flustered expression. "You'll come to see it all soon enough, dear future husband. This may all be a part of my plan, but I do intended to get close to you for real Tamlin. Let you see what's under the mask, if you wish to. Just trust that I am not keeping any dangerous secrets from you."

Tamlin's gaze was hopeful, it took little to earn his trust nowadays, even if hardship should've had the opposite effect. "I'll trust you, if you agree to let me keep some small secrets of my own."

"Absolutely."

He pulled out a small Hyacinth flower from his pocket, handing it to Tamlin. The bloom was blue and glowing. Eris had studied flower language before picking the flower.

"A show of caring? You're being very sweet tonight." Tamlin told him.

"Have to spoil my husband to be."

"I'll be sure to return the favor soon."

It didn't take long for them to grow tired, having danced to nearly all of the songs without pause. Eris didn't think he'd feel guilty holding Tamlin's sleeping form. He was no longer the muscular imposing man he'd met years ago. Rather he felt very thin and fragile.

'How did we all leave him to waste away alone?' He pondered. Shaking the thought away he made sure the thick fluffy blankets covered them both well, before snuffing out the candles in the room with a snap of his fingers.

Tamlin was right, he had many secrets. His plans to topple Rhysand, to take down Beron, and to help properly heal Spring were some of his most ambitious and well kept secrets. But there was one he wouldn't voice to anyone, at least not until he was certain he could reveal it without consequences.

He'd kept a torch for young High Lord for centuries, and now that he had him, Eris wouldn't be letting him go anytime soon.

#eris week 2023 #eris vanserra #tamlin #tamris #implied tamcien #implied feylin #implied neris #beron vanserra #imogen vanserra #day 3: secrets

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My Top Ships in Bleach

A little ramble for purposes of shits and giggles only. Not presented in any particular order. Happy New Year, everyone! Hope 2023 is less shitty :')

1. Kyoraku Shunsui and Ukitake Juushirou

After just raving about these two on my feed it would be an injustice to not talk about this pair - Ukitake and Kyoraku are the old man pair (affectionately) in the Gotei 13, dads to their respective divisions, and uncles to everyone else. In the grand scheme of the Gotei 13 family (Yamamoto insisted, don’t @ me), they’re like the embarrassing uncles who everyone wants to have over for Christmas - after all, they bring presents and joy, and are close enough to your grandparents that they can diffuse practically any situation, what’s not to like?

Then the dust settles and after the oldest members of the family are gone, they’re the two that age and death are staring in the face. Which is precisely what happens when Yamamoto and Unohana are dead in the TYBW Arc.

(I mean, technically Zaraki is probably the same age as them, but he hasn’t been in the family [Gotei 13] as long)

The reason why I like these two so much is because of how close and obviously comfortable with each other they are. Both of them are old and have seen a lot of shit, but they don’t let it deter them - in fact, they take it in stride and use that power to inspire and encourage, rather than to control or abuse. Everyone loves them (one more than the other), but there’s always a mix of admiration, fondness and respect for the two. Sure, Ukitake might be a little embarrassing with his like of stuffing candy in people’s pockets, and Kyoraku might be a little annoying with his constant insistence to flirt with everyone, but I don’t think anyone actually dislikes them.

And of course, their chemistry with each other. I actually think of them less as a romantic couple and more of a platonic brotherly pair - both works, but at the end of the day they behave like an old married couple who have seen a lot of shit together, and just want to settle down and tell stories by the fire, combing each other’s hair, that sort of schtick, you know?

(In my in-house brain universe, they live happily ever after after Yamamoto dies. Nothing else happens to them afterwards.)

2. Shihouin Yoruichi and Urahara Kisuke

(I decided not to use that panel of Yoruichi in her cat-Shunko form. It’s a spoiler and also is a little weird to me)

Ah yes, the childhood friends to fugitives-on-the-run pair. These two are just so fun in their own little way - if you think about it, both Kisuke and Yoruichi are the only two who could control and actually understand each other. Kisuke, most obviously, when Yoruichi activates her final Shunko form, and Yoruichi, both 110 years ago and in the present - she’s the only one who can tell him what to do and he actually does it.

Now given these two’s carefree and ‘devil may care’ attitudes to life, this obviously comes with a lot of intimacy and deep understanding of each other. And you can tell too - they are very powerful fighters in their own right, but because of this and their life experiences, they don’t trust anyone except each other, and each other’s capabilities. Everyone knows Yoruichi is an amazing fighter and Kisuke an amazing scientist - but when have you actually see Yoruichi letting someone have her back so completely and fully like Urahara Kisuke?

If you squint closely, you’d realise that they don’t actually trust anyone except themselves. We were witness to this point in Urahara’s life, actually - whether he had innate trust in anyone before we aren’t sure, but when he was arrested in front of Central 46 and rescued by Yoruichi, there was a point where he realises his life was officially at a point of no return. And afterwards, in the main plot, while he forms relationships with a lot of characters - the Karakura gang, most notably - he doesn’t actually trusts them. The Karakura gang are people he uses, for lack of a better word. The Visoreds are a mistake that he needs to atone for, a wrong he needs to make right. His little family of misfits at his shop gives him a resemblance of a family, but one where he’s able to watch fondly from a distance and joins at his convenience. And Yoruichi is the same - she’s a mentor figure to the Karakura gang, and the Gotei 13 are old colleagues who happen to be conveniently placed in the path to what she has to do, and her duty to Soul Society. You can argue Soifon/Sui-Feng is an exception to all this, but she certainly didn’t feel enough love for her to stay in Seireitei - no, she chose Kisuke instead.

And I guess their ability to vibrate on the same (slightly bizarre) frequency with each other is what makes me feral about these two :)

3. Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika

Another childhood friends to military men pair. Even though they’re literally in the 11th, for some reason I just cannot take them seriously. And honestly, I don’t think they take themselves seriously either? I mean, sure, on the battlefield and all they absolutely do, but during the daily tidbits in life they probably just fuck around for more shits and giggles.

Jokes aside though, these two have the same thing that is slowly becoming a theme in this list - deep trust and understanding of one another. Having spent so much time (and even entering Gotei 13 together) in proximity, I don’t think they can hide much of themselves from one another - not that they actually do, but their relationship feels so natural, and they behave so naturally with each other. Yes, Ikkaku thinks Yumichika is as flamboyant and narcissistic as they come, but he doesn’t care, nor frankly gives an actual shit (I’m also willing to bet that Yumichika is actually the one who gave him that red eyeliner - it’s the only thing he can wrestle that man into, which he thinks is rather unfortunate). Similarly, Yumichika may think Ikkaku is stubborn and doesn’t appreciate beauty, but he literally panics when he thinks Ikkaku is in mortal danger (during that fight with Hisagi, and with Poww). He can throw down everything, even duty, if it means saving Ikkaku. And that dedication?? *Chef’s kiss*

A lot of people also forgot that Yumichika didn’t follow Ikkaku into the 11th Division (because they’re friends, more than friends, etc.) but rather they entered together. Because they’re both bloodthirsty men who wants to fight and die for a living (pun intended). And I think it’s really interesting how Kubo depicted these two despite their shared love of fighting - especially Yumichika, because one would think that a man as narcissistic and prim as himself would wrinkle at the bloodshed. When in fact he’s very much capable of becoming the 11th Division’s 3rd seat - he just decided not to because Ikkaku wants it.

Also did we forget that Yumichika literally repressed part of his soul (his zanpakutou) and willingly does so because it doesn’t adhere to the principles of the 11th Division and thus Ikkaku’s principles?? I find it insanely ironic how Ikkaku also has a Kido-based Bankai and this is once more, unwelcome in the 11th. I don’t know what parallels to draw there but it’s strangely poetic in a sense. I absolutely love it. These two are a ride and die pair, and doesn’t actually mind dying.

4. Ishida Ryuuken and Kurosaki Isshin

Are they both married? Yes. Are they both dads? Yes. Do I care? No.

Jokes aside, this pair is definitely enemies to friends galore. Whether they progressed to the lovers stage is another debate, but I’d like to think Ryuuken shooting arrows aimed at Isshin’s head is just another way of expressing his friendship for the other man.

To clarify, I don’t necessarily see these two in a romantic light. I don’t think they ever could progress to that stage; the way I see their relationship is similar to Kyoraku and Ukitake’s - a pair of old men who stuck with each other. In Ryuuken and Isshin’s case, they don’t necessarily like each other, they do it out of necessity.

(Also, Ryuuken rightfully hates Isshin for a lot of shit that he pulled. Not that Ryuuken is exactly the model father, but he’s much better than that douchebag over there.)

But the thing is, their relationship benefits a lot of people. To the extent that I could argue it benefits the Bleach-verse. That much is clear in their past - even though they are of opposite sides of the world (Quincy vs Shinigami), they decided to put aside their differences for Masaki. Of course Ryuuken got the short end of the stick for that, but at the end Masaki was saved and Aizen’s plans were thwarted (for the time being, anyways). And then it happened again in the TYBW Arc - they went to Wahrweit together to kill Yhwach. Whether the two actually played a decisive role in the battle was quite debatable, but nonetheless they liked each other enough to work together, and when they do, it usually ends well.

My problem with these two is the fact that Kubo!! doesn’t!! portray!! enough!! of these two!! The Quincy Encyclopaedia episodes were so funny and stupid and it just shows how much potential there is for this DILF pair?? And honestly why wouldn’t you show more? Both of their sons were off to save the world, both their wives were killed by the same dude (that their sons later went off to kill). I wish Kubo showed more of their relationship along the same lines as Uryuu and Ichigo had in the early episodes of Bleach - honestly, the fact that this wasn’t shown more in the TYBW was Kubo’s biggest loss, imo.

Also if you think about it Yhwach and Aizen actually drew these two together, against all odds. Even the universe can’t keep these two old men apart from their grudging friendship. I absolutely love it.

5. Hisagi Shuuhei and Ayasegawa Yumichika

Yes, I know I literally just talked about Yumichika and Ikkaku, but let me ramble about this as well.

I know these two don’t actually get a lot of screentime together in either the anime or the manga, because Hisagi is usually with Kira and Yumichika with Ikkaku, but what we’ve seen is enough for me to fantasise and giggle like a maniac *rubs hands gleefully*

First of all, we see Yumichika releasing his actual shikai in front of Hisagi in the SS arc - granted, this is in response to the news that Ikkaku may be defeated and in mortal danger, but unfortunately, Hisagi survives at the end of it. And to me, there’s some kind of twisted romanticism to be taken from the irony (and tragedy, on Yumichika’s part, because Ru’iro Kujaku was seen by someone who managed to tell the tale - not that Hisagi ever does, anyways) of the entire situation. You would’ve thought that something would’ve came out of this - it’s a big revelation, after all, and Yumichika is someone who can and has shown to be capable of taking that secret to the grave if need be. But literally nothing happens! We don’t even get to see much interaction between the two because Hisagi later angsts over losing his captain (rightfully so) with Kira, and forms something of a friendship with Komamura.

Then we see Yumichika rushing to Ikkaku’s aid, and halfway through get held off by Hisagi. Again!! I don’t know whether this is deliberate on Kubo’s part or whether he decided Hisagi was probably the only one who could hold Yumichika in all of his murderous rage, but I don’t hate it. I actually rather like it. I guess it shows the two sides of Yumichika that receives different attitudes - Ikkaku enables and rides that wave of eccentricity with him, while Hisagi helps keep him in rein. I have a thing for control in relationships, so I guess I love this one :D

But yes, to me, this is a huge missed opportunity that I don’t think get talked about enough. For the whole part, these two behave like normal and like colleagues around each other (as they should), but the sexual tension between them tells me otherwise. After all, who knows what happens behind closed doors?

6. Kuchiki Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo

Aha, if you don’t think I have it within me to have room for one more straight couple (actually the only straight couple so far - Yoruichi and Kisuke are both bi/pan, I don’t make the rules), you’re absolutely wrong. We have Ichiruki here for your enjoyment :D

The main reason this sits on my top list is because of how criminally robbed of this pairing we are. Don’t get me wrong, I think Rukia can end up with Renji and Orihime x Ichigo is equally possible.

If Ichiruki didn’t already exist.

I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you exactly why, because there are countless many other blogs who have probably analysed this pair to death and cursed Kubo in the same breath already. But in a nutshell, the gist (and how I feel) is basically this - the entire series had set itself up in a way that makes Ichigo (and Rukia, in the same line) impossible to end up with anyone else except the person they started off with. Yes, Orihime and Renji are both very dear companions to them both who both have the opportunity to be something more, but the endgame has to be Ichigo and Rukia. Literally just look at the panel I’ve used - since when has Ichigo ever looked at Orihime with such tenderness in his eyes? Never, that’s the answer. And to have the series end with him marrying Orihime - the girl who has only ever been a classmate to him, who has only ever been a friend to him? I think even Kubo realised the irony (and inaccuracy) of the entire situation when he aptly names the last chapter of the manga ‘The Death and The Strawberry’. Yes, you can argue that he did that because that was what the first chapter of the manga was, it’s a nice call back to the beginning of the series, etc. etc. But the funny thing was, the first chapter was a very illustrative example of how characters were set up to be together.

Anyways, I could go into a whole tangent into why these two absolutely deserve to be together, but you’ve probably heard this way too many times already, so I’ll just shut up and leave you with that specific manga panel.

(edit: I just went down a rabbit hole of scrolling down the Bleach meta tag - I’m correcting my stance because there are many people who pointed out how Renji x Rukia is very possible and legitimate. And I agree. The problem isn’t Renruki, the problem is Ichihime. I think Renruki is very legit but it won’t sit on my top list for...reasons. So here’s some Ichiruki because I do like this ship quite a lot)

7. Ootoribashi ‘Rose’ Roojuurou and Hirako Shinji

A crack ship, all things considered, to be honest, but one that actually has potential and could happen. (For those wondering, no, Mashiro and Kensei are not crack ship potential. There is potential for Kensei to die of high blood pressure, but that’s it)

I know these two are stuck in no screentime hell again, and in fact don’t actually have any panels together (hence this screenshot from 110 years ago when they were lined up in order of Division during Kisuke’s promotion), but if you think about it, they do have some similarities. Personality-wise, they are the only two who I think are chill enough to tolerate certain members of the Visored and Gotei 13. Sure, Rose may need to compose a ballad to do it, but he could. (I don’t count Hacchi because he’s the only normal member of the Visoreds and is overworked enough) They’re also the relatively normal members of the group and aren’t too crazy in the already eccentric nature of the Bleach-verse. Plus, they both share a like for music. Anyone who listens to music (esp jazz and classical) are good in my books.

To be honest, I think one of the reasons why I decided to pair these two together is because they’re the two I see able to interact normally with each other within the Visoreds. You could theoretically put some members of the Visoreds together, but it’ll probably involve a lot of shouting and sandals to the face or where it hurts.

Plus, they both seem to be quite meticulous in their appearances and care to dress and present well enough to have long hair (which is a bitch to deal with at best). What’s not to like (ship)?

MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA/TYBW BELOW

8. Kurotsuchi Nemu and Akon

Ah yes. The only two people in the 12th Division who even remotely emanates the meaning of the word ‘normal’. Or at least as normal as you can be whilst being in the 12th.

This is also a pair which I don’t...really see as romantic in nature? It’s a possibility for sure, given enough time and interaction. Especially if Nemu starts to stop trying to gain Mayuri’s approval and love and detaches herself from him more, the first person she would form a significant relationship with would definitely be Akon. And to be honest, I think that relationship is already there. Putting aside their exchange about her existence (as shown here) when she was little aside, I should think as colleagues they would have discussions about the future of the 12th Division and SDRI (though that might involve a lot of Nemu saying ‘I need to run this through Mayuri-sama’ and ‘whatever Mayuri-sama says is good enough’). I also headcanon Nemu spending her sparse amounts of free time (when not with the Shinigami Women’s Association or Mayuri) with Akon?? In the context of the 12th Division, Akon is a good model for what ‘normal behaviour’ looks like, especially if you’re trying to fit in. He also noticeably doesn’t judge. At all. He’d seen much worse than someone trying to handle their own emotions, and that doesn’t come with stakes that are too high like the 12th Division exploding and needing to allocate a decent amount of the budget to renovations (which unfortunately happens more often than you think). All in all, I feel like the Nemu x Akon ship is quite sibling-like in nature.

It’s possible (and here I’m starting to cook up headcanons, lmao) that they also have interactions together where Akon is trying to teach Nemu to be normal, or at least act normally enough that is acceptable in the larger realm of the Gotei 13, because god forbid Mayuri doesn’t have the time, patience, nor experience to actually teach her that. (Akon is of the opinion that the 12th Division already has one psychotic maniac in their leadership, it doesn’t need two) So Akon is the one who lets her know what ‘normal’ looks like - he doesn’t actively teach her because he’s not that type of guy, but bit by bit Nemu picks it up by proximity, until her speech is formal enough and she doesn’t ask questions that are too absurd.

And yes, there is absolutely one interaction where she catches him on one of his smoke breaks, tries to smoke, and accidentally swallows a cigarette. Akon may or may not have panicked, and he may or may not have been either waved away dismissively by Mayuri, or screamed at by his boss.

Honestly, this man doesn’t get paid enough to deal with all the shit that happens.

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA/TYBW BELOW

9. Ishida Uryuu and Jugram Haschwalth

Let me preface this by saying what an injustice that this particular manga panel wasn’t the first search result on Google. I had to find it through this hellsite

Anyways, for the people who don’t know what is between these two and are brave enough to spoil the contents of the manga for themselves, basically Uryuu goes to the Wandenreich to avenge his mother by playing double agent between the bad Quincy (Yhwach’s gang) and the good Quincy (himself, his father, and everyone else in his family) - which actually benefits the Shinigami, but that’s another mess to clean up later. Uryuu goes through the whole thing of pledging loyalty to Yhwach and ending up a member of the Sternritter, and was even made Yhwach’s heir. Everyone is obviously pissed at this because Jugram is the rightful heir, but he keeps silent and plays at being a good sport. Until Uryuu tries to sneak into Yhwach’s room. Then he blows his top and corners Uryuu - literally.

I have to admit, I actually ship this pair first when I first saw Jugram on-screen purely for purposes of aesthecism, before realising the whole schtick between Jugram and Bazz-B (more on that later), and the whole other schtick between Jugram and Yhwach (who are entirely possible, but a pair I don’t ship). But then when you think about it, these two have this whole enemies to lovers/Quincy prince thing going on that I’m absolutely invested in. Jugram knows Uryuu has his own nefarious reasons for joining the Sternritter, and he’s the one who has the most potential to topple everything he currently stands and lives for, but at the same time, doesn’t that just free up the whole baggage for Jugram to actually live his own life? The way I see it, Jugram doesn’t really have much of a purpose in his life - he doesn’t know what to do with it, because all his life someone else gives it meaning. First Bazz-B, then Yhwach. Uryuu presents an escape from all of this. Especially adding to the fact that he’s a Gemischt and Jugram is an Echt. I might be slightly delusional but to me this reeks of a prince x forbidden lover troupe. And I’m absolutely obsessed with it.

AO3 why is there less than 10 pages for your Jugram x Uryuu fics :’)

10. Jugram Haschwalth and Bazz-B

For those who don’t know the nature of their relationship and wants to know ahead of time, these two basically are again, childhood friends who grew up to be military men (do I have a type? I have a type). They are both 1,000+ and have been in the first generation of the Sternritter when Yhwach was first sealed away, and actually started off wanting to murder the heck out of Yhwach rather than serve him.

I’ll obviously start this one off with - if you lived more than 1,000 years and haven’t developed feelings for your best friend, especially someone as attractive as [one of the two people here], something is wrong with you.

The bittersweet taste of betrayal is so strong with these two as well - starting off intending to murder a man only to have your best friend become his right hand man and be called his ‘other half’? You can’t tell me Bazz-B hasn’t been upset or pined painfully for Jugram, even if just for his friendship. The entire relationship is just so bittersweet and brimming with possibility that it makes my heart wrench a little (actually, a lot). And unlike the rest of the ships on this list, it’s unrequited love on both sides that could flourish into something that never came to fruition. Which makes it even more easy for me to go feral because !! Don’t we all love angst. And especially that last scene where the two of them fight it out? :(((

(In case you haven’t noticed, yes, I’m trying hard not to write too much and give away too much because anime-only fans would get spoilers and we don’t want that. And to be fair, I’ve only really read the Bleach wiki about these two so I can’t say I know much about their relationship, but what I do know is making me go absolutely fucking ballistic.)

SPOILER-FREE ZONE BELOW

So yeah, my current top ships so far. Definitely more to come, and definitely not the end of it. I know most of them are gay relationships, but unfortunately that’s how I swing :’) Feel free to ask me about some of these and other ships as well!! I love talking about stuff hehe

Other honourable mentions: Hisagi and his guitar, Mayuri and his exploding ear, Hiyori and her sandals, Starrk and his bed, Lisa and her porn magazines, Harribel and Nel, Mayuri and Senjumaru

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A.K.I. Birthday Commentator Audio in SF6, a Rant, some Copium, and perhaps Additional F.A.N.G Content in Future DLC. LONG Post!!

A.K.I. Birthday Commentator Audio

From the sounds of it, I don’t think a lot of English speaking players use the commentator audio in SF6. If they did, they would’ve posted about the special commentary about A.K.I.’s birthday on Twitter. Even EventHubs didn’t mention about the special commentary:

For sure, Japanese players uses it:

This is the English commentator audio, extracted by me:

Truth be told, I actually heard the English commentary version more than a month prior to A.K.I.’s birthday, so back in early October then. I extracted and search through audio files within the AKI patch. The time when I found it, I honestly thought that it’s already available in-game if you switch the commentary audio on, but that’s really not the case. This particular line can only be heard on A.K.I.’s birthday. Another thought that came to mind when I first listened to this audio was, “WHEN is AKI’s birthday?” A month later we all found out that it’s 11/11.

-RANT TIME-

Everything about that special birthday audio for AKI sounded nice and lovely until the part with “…she MAY end up killing him (FANG) herself.” I know it’s been foreshadowed in AKI’s World Tour dialogue and how FANG had to kill his closest Nguuhao brothers for his first assassin job in the Toxicity story, but damn, it’s a reminder that AKI’s happiness (and mine too 😭😭) MAY eventually have a grim ending. After listening to that audio, it prompted me to write these posts a long while ago:

I much prefer the Japanese commentator audio because it said that “AKI almost poisons FANG” rather than “she MAY end up killing him herself” like in the English one. It’s far less doom and gloom in the Japanese version. Plus, FANG is already immune to poison lol.

Honestly, I’m happy that “almost” no one heard the English commentator audio on AKI’s birthday and Eventhubs never even mentioned it. I can imagine the barrage of dumb comments from F.A.N.G haters wanting him dead. Come on, give A.K.I. a break on her birthday. Telling her to kill F.A.N.G, the most important person in her life, would make her truly upset.

-END RANT-

Now the Copium

Shortly after finding that audio, I kinda formed a headcanon-pseudo fanfic to make myself feel better. I don’t normally make these kinds of things because I generally just stick to canon…but also I lack creativity when it comes to story telling. Anyway, this was what I wrote:

“I hope FANG stays a coward. The day when AKI and FANG must face each other and FANG finds out that AKI finally surpasses him, he’ll plead for his life in front of AKI. AKI will say that she’d never want to kill him anyway and they could live happily together. FANG says he’ll do whatever AKI wishes. AKI says there’s no need and they should live as equals…but she has one request. The scene changes where AKI is in a Victorian style cafe and FANG is the sophisticated stylish butler with a monocle serving AKI tea and desserts. AKI claps in excitement like a little girl.”

And of course, I had to draw this idea because I thought it would be cute. A lot of people have seen it already on AKI’s birthday:

This was the result of making my little made-up scenario. The best thing about it was Street Fighter Official retweeted this art. It’s like they’re validating it or something lol. It’s kinda ironic really. Me hearing that birthday audio more than a month prior, and then me drawing my fantasy picture for AKI’s birthday and Street Fighter Official retweeting it. It feels like poetic justice. I know this is reaching here, but I think the social media staff saw it as AKI’s longing to have a truly happy moment with FANG. Perhaps to the staff that this image, my very own coping fantasy, closely aligns with what AKI truly wanted. It’s like I am A.K.I. or A.K.I. is me. Lol. There were better, more popular art that came out on her birthday, but they often leave out on what’s most dear to AKI. Though there were also a few birthday artworks where FANG is included…I don’t know why they weren’t retweeted and mine was. I don’t know. I’m just making conjectures on why my piece was chosen when there were much better ones that came out on AKI’s birthday.

Additional F.A.N.G Content in Future DLC

Anyway, speaking of how important F.A.N.G is, I think we’re going to see more of him in World Tour Mode when Ed DLC drops. Yes, it’s pretty obvious that he’s going to turn up later because of AKI’s arcade ending and FANG’s WT cutscene that has JP and Ed in it. But those aren’t the only reasons why FANG will come back. The same time I found out about the AKI commentator audio was also the time when I uncovered additional FANG audio. He only said a few lines in WT, but there are more lines that were not used in the game as of 11/15/2023. I extracted them all, both in English and Japanese.

ENGLISH

youtube

JAPANESE

youtube

I uploaded these audio clips on October 11, exactly one month before A.K.I.’s birthday. Go figure.

From the sounds of it, he has more varied reactions, some more missions for you to complete, and mentions M. Bison’s name twice in unknown contexts. I believe these voice lines will be utilized in later dlc, if not in the upcoming Ed release. I found the AKI birthday commentary audio long before her birthday was even announced, so I’m betting that we’ll hear these unused FANG voice lines in the future. Unfortunately I couldn’t find any battle voice lines for FANG, but perhaps in a future dlc he might be a fightable NPC?

If you’ve finished reading this, thanks for bearing with me lol.

#street fighter #a.k.i.#f.a.n.g #sf6 ed #m. bison #street fighter 6 #sf6 #m bison #sf6 thoughts #Youtube #a.k.i

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post about golden kamuy reincarnation AUs

reincarnation AUs seem to be omnipresent in golden kamuy fanart on pixiv. normally i dislike AUs because a character who didn't live that character's in-universe life is not the same person and therefore they're not the same character i care about. but reincarnation AUs offer an interesting loophole in that the character kind of can be almost the same person because they have memories from their past life. so the concept kind of won me over? to a degree. because of the loophole. let's talk about it.

i think reincarnation AUs have proliferated within the golden kamuy fandom primarily because a) the story takes place in our real world, so rather than your typical Alternate Universe, a reincarnation AU would be The Same Universe, and it doesn't feel like as much of a stretch; b) we who live in the present day want to project our own specific struggles and daily lives onto these characters we love, so we bring them into our era; and, most importantly, c) a reincarnation AU serves as emotional insurance: if your fave ends up dying in canon, you don't have to be sad, because you know they can be happy in this future life that you write yourself.

point c no longer applies for people whose faves didn't die in canon, but while the manga was still being released, i'm certain that the very real possibility of characters dying in canon was a huge factor in the proliferation of reincarnation AUs. after all, with this, dead characters can be rescued and live again. and they can live happily this time! they can be the same people with the same memories (in addition to new memories from their new life) but without the same burden of pain and guilt and crimes on their shoulders! it's like a wonderful second chance you can offer to suffering and beleaguered characters, and it feels real and appropriate because they lived in the same world as us in the first place. and of course you can also apply it to your favorite horrible little shit characters and have them wreak amusing havoc in the present day.

it's fun to think about pleasant everyday things like what kind of jobs everyone would have and how they would know each other. there's also the interesting thought experiment of how a character would live and grow and think as someone who has distinct and real memories of having lived before. there are a lot of fun ways to work out the details: at what point in their life did they remember? how much do they remember and how do they feel about it? did they think the memories were dreams until they met someone else reincarnated? do they feel like a separate person from their past self? was there some kind of supernatural blessing or curse or fate that led to their second chance? how do they feel about people who stabbed or shot them in a past life? how do they feel about people they killed in a past life? etc. and if you want, you can change certain minor factors to make things more interesting or more fun or easier for the characters (like, for instance, reducing age gaps...)

despite being an AU hater, i must reluctantly give reincarnation AUs my blessing because the potential for good fun is too high. but that only applies for stories that ostensibly take place in the past of our own real world, like golden kamuy. and you have to actually love the characters and think about what their jobs and lives would be like instead of just putting them all in a coffee shop. that would just be a coffee shop AU and it's not the same.

#golden kamuy #is this meta or a shipping post. neither. both. it's useless?#i say all this but it's not like i actually write fics or anything. i'm just being a pain in the ass.#footnote: a reincarnation AU where no one ever has past life memories is just a modern AU. not the same. doesn't get my blessing.

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squidproquoclarice · 2 years

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Yeehawgust Day 23: Mirage

July 1899

Clemens Point, Lemoyne

There was a certain usefulness to lovers’ squabbles, at least in the books. It gave them something to overcome, and something to move the plot along. After all, what kind of story would it be for people to just fall in love, and live happily ever after, just like that?

All the same, reading all that in a deliciously written novel was far different from living next door to it. For so long now it had been Abigail and John and their back and forth, and Mary-Beth had utter faith that they were meant to be together, and that John would come around. He just needed to realize what it was he had to fight for, right? Life would show him that eventually.

Though when she’d tried to explain that to Arthur once, hoping to ease the fight between the two men, he’d looked at her like she was crazy, and then just shook his head and laughed. Not in a mean way, more just in the world-weary way that told her that he saw her as hopelessly starry-eyed, and the way he’d told her, “Don’t change. World’s tough enough as is,” told her the world had taken plenty from him. Exactly what, she wasn’t sure. But there was enough sadness in Arthur Morgan that it told her plenty, even without details.

John and Abigail seemed to be getting along a bit better, at least. But now it was Dutch and Molly picking up the slack, and much like the Roberts-Marston arguments, the Van der Linde-O’Shea ones could be heard throughout camp. Granted, there was no way to argue quietly in this gang. Part of why she tried not to, because she wanted her business to be her business rather than pulled out for everyone else to examine.

She’d liked Molly well enough at first. Stylish, a lady, a poet, and throwing herself wholeheartedly into things for the love of a dashing, mysterious rogue. It was something straight out of one of Mary-Beth’s novels.

But this was no novel. Molly didn’t seem to know how to be around the women now. She’d been fun, early on, back when she’d first been around, and when everything was a grand adventure to her. Now? Karen and Abigail and Tilly just got the Irishwoman’s back up like a wet cat, their plain talk and ready laughter too much. Sadie Adler, walking around in her pants and with a gun on her hip, got Molly’s incredulous stares like she was some kind of strange being dropped into their midst from who knew where.

Mary-Beth was about the only one Molly seemed to still halfway like, and even then she got huffy sometimes when Dutch talked to her. Mary-Beth understood. Worrying that her man wasn’t her man, but she needn’t have worried.

Truth be told, Mary-Beth was a romantic. She didn’t deny it and she didn’t feel embarrassed by it. Surrounded by a bunch of grumbling cynics and hard cases, she’d chosen to see the world differently. Find some goodness in everything where she could.

Now, Hosea was an utterly compelling tragic figure, mourning his Bessie so deeply even still. But even she couldn’t make Dutch van der Linde into a romantic hero, at least not when it came to women. Twenty-one years old, been here three years now, and she’d already seen two women come and go before Molly, brief candles in the scheme of things. He talked sometimes about a dead woman named Annabelle killed by the O’Driscolls, but something about it didn’t ring true. If he’d loved her so, mourned her still, doing what he was doing now made no sense. Running through women like they were just the fashions of a season like she and Tilly liked to look at in ladies’ magazines when they could pick up one in a town. One fall it was overlays of beaded lace and Rosemary, by next summer it was all tall collars and Francesca.

And by the sound of it, Dutch was already getting tired of Molly. All she wants is to love you, she wanted to say to him. She gave up everything for you. It makes me real sad seeing her… Seeing her what?

Fading out, she supposed. It was like the shine and sparkle of Molly O’Shea, the laughter and bright eyes and loveliness of her, was going. And in its place stood this uncertain woman, snappish and nervous, recognizing she had no place with them except as Dutch’s latest woman, and that the man she’d staked everything on wasn’t the figure she’d made him out to be.

Like Molly was beginning to realize her grand romance was just a mirage, and all it would leave her was heartbreak and a ruined reputation.

No, reading about heartbreak was very fine and well, because it would always come right in the end in books. But watching it happen to women right in front of her hurt too much, because while she always liked to believe the best, even she knew that this was no fairy-tale and it wouldn’t end neatly and sweetly.

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2022 #rdr2 #mary beth gaskill #molly o'shea #could be read as pre-mollybeth if you like #mary beth sees more than people realize i think

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silentsockfeet · 1 year

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tlou hbo s1 ep3 thoughts (spoilers)

honestly i don’t have much, this episode changed so much from the game that i don’t really have any thoughts to share in terms of their relation

don’t attack me for this but a small part of me is a little disappointed by how much this ep deviated from the game. there were so many iconic moments from bill’s town (the snare trap scene, bill and ellie’s banter, the bloater) that i would’ve loved to see translated to the screen, so a part of me is sad to have missed out on it

that being said, this episode really was beautiful. i’m so glad that of all the couples they could’ve shown, they chose a gay couple to get to grow old and live a life together as happily and peacefully as they could’ve. i knew going in that they were going to expand more on bill and frank’s relationship so my main worry was that they would still have frank turn on bill in some way, so i’m glad that’s not the route they went with. we very rarely get to see older gays in media, and in general practically never get to see them be happy in love, and growing older with each other, so it was beautiful to finally get that sort of story, especially in a show that’s otherwise so dark and grim.

in a weird way, i’m also glad they specifically chose to have bill and frank choose to end their lives rather than have one of them die violently or something. tlou (both the game and the show) doesn’t shy away from the more ugly or taboo parts of humanity so it’s cool to get to explore this kind of decision and why some people might come to it.

it reminds me of the scene in the game where joel and ellie find a dead body in a bathtub with someone clearly having killed themself, and ellie asked why some people would do that, and joel responded “for some people it wasn’t a choice.” in the same sort of sense, there wasn’t really much of a choice for bill and frank either. it was either watch someone you’ve grown old with choose to die (and also be the one to have to kill them, in a way) or choose to go with them and embrace death together. all in all a really beautiful way to bring up that kind of dark and difficult conversation

the strawberry scene is what really got me, what always drew me to tlou was its ability to show the beauty of the simple moments in life, ones that we often overlook. i can’t imagine how emotional i would be getting to taste strawberries again after living ten years in an apocalypse, and bill getting to share that moment with frank was so goddamn sweet

playing vanishing grace during the dinner scene 😭😭 like i said, i think the best moments in tlou are the ones that show how beautiful life can be when we stop and let ourselves experience the smaller, simpler moments, and imo vanishing grace has always been the motif for that. it plays in the giraffe scene in the game, so to play it during the dinner scene was heart wrenching. it really hammered home the point of appreciating the time we get with the world and our loved ones, and also starts setting up the running motif of ‘you keep finding something to fight for’

which brings me to bill’s note, i love that bill wrote it to joel specifically and not tess, they were the two that understood each other the most because they were of similar mindsets. i also liked how much it really highlights the fact that joel did love tess back but just in his own way, and bill knew that more than anyone else could’ve

i’m so excited by the way the note is setting up the relationship between joel and ellie too. right now joel is still on this mission because it’s what tess would’ve wanted but it’s fun to know that bill’s words in the note are going to shift into ellie being the person that joel seeks to protect. i also sort of love the juxtaposition of bill using the verb “protect your loved ones” versus joel saying “fight for your loved ones” by the end of the game, it’s the same concept with different connotations. i like the idea that bill starts off as a fight person but by the end becomes a protect person, and joel is now on roughly the same kind of journey.

one thing i kind of wish we’d seen is a scene were we explicitly see ellie realize the kind of relationship bill and frank had. it would have been nice to see her have that sort of Gay Recognition moment in them, the realization that there were people like her in this world. i think it also would’ve been helpful to set up the themes for pt2 down the line, ellie could have this sort of life to look up to where her and dina could grow old and live a life together.

i also find it really intriguing the subtle changes they’re making to ellie’s character. both the game and tv versions have their moments of innocence but i feel like in the game ellie’s moments centered around her naivety about the world, the fact that she hasn’t really been exposed to certain levels of violence before. meanwhile i feel like in the show her moments are more about not understanding how the world used to be, and she’s much more accepting of violence because that’s what the world she lives in now is founded on. she’s so much more comfortable and even open and intrigued by it now, as shown by that scene with the infected and with how keen she is to get a gun. i still feel like it’s in a bit of an aggrandizing way, like she wants to be the sort of gunfire cowboy type character, and that once the proper reality of violence hits her she’ll reach a sort of breaking point. but it also really helping fill in the gaps of how she becomes who she is in the second game, so i’m glad we’re seeing these moments.

also like. is it just me or are the parallels between bill/frank and ellie/dina kind of strong here? there’s the garden, the little homestead all on their own land, the fact that frank takes up painting, the serenading your lover scene,, it feels so stark to me. and ellie has always had slight parallels to bill (and by extension joel), she has the same sort of mindset of “i’d rather isolate than have to face losing the people i love” and dina has the more brighter outlook of life that frank has, the idea that by surrounding ourselves with people we love we become our best, strongest self. and don’t even get me started on the final shot with the window,, looking at joel and ellie leaving through the window was so reminiscent of the final shot in pt2 i can’t even put into words what exactly it means to me

in summary: sad to be missing some scenes from the game but the changes they made are so beautiful i really can’t be mad. glad we got to see a happy ending for bill and frank and i’m excited for all the ways they’re setting up the next steps

#tlou hbo #tlou spoilers #the last of us #my posts #tlou hbo notes #tlou 1x03

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001 franmaya?

it is time. i have my computer. let's do this.

When I started shipping it, if I did: I would love to say that I have been a franmaya shipper from day 1. I really would. But, honestly, in game, there isn't much there. I do absolutely eat up all of their in-game interactions, but I didn't see the potential of them as a ship until I joined Tumblr (~sept. 2021) and was delightedly enlightened.

My thoughts: Y'all know I could talk about franmaya all day and all night if I could. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. The parallels. The potential chemistry. Capcom is foolish for not letting them at least end up as FRIENDS. Come one. Let us have this one.

What makes me happy about them: I think that Maya’s lightheartedness and Franziska’s professionalism compliment each other perfectly. I think that Franziska could do to lighten up a bit and Maya could do to buckle down a bit. I also think that post-AA3, Franziska has learned a lot to let people be themselves, and Maya is the perfect example of someone who is unabashedly themselves. It’s simply *chef’s kiss*.

What makes me sad about them: Oh babe. The poor girls are BAD at acknowledging their trauma. If they got together, they’d have to go through some serious therapy before they would be willing to be open with each other about everything. Maya is open with Phoenix about her stress and inner turmoil regarding becoming head of the Fey clan, but that little snippet is just the tip of the iceberg. (Note: I haven’t played SOJ yet so perhaps she acknowledges it in the future? Knowing Capcom, probs not). And god knows Franziska would rather be caught dead than admit she needs help handling her feelings. It would be a very emotionally closed off relationship if they didn’t get help.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I haven’t read a ton of franmaya fics (just cause I haven’t been able to find a ton of them, but thank you to everyone who has sent me them in the past!) but in general, I hate it when Maya is portrayed as stupid or naïve. That girl has seen some shit. She worked closely with a lawyer for a number of years. It’s incredibly unrealistic and frustrating for Maya to be a stupid girl. Come on now.

Things I look for in fanfic: God, I’m a sucker for soft feelings-confessions fics. I love it when Franziska is forced to face the music and buckle down to admit some feelings. I love it when Maya giggles and gives Franziska her first kiss. IT’S ALL SO GOOD. I read this one fic where Maya helps Franziska dye her hair over the years (whichever one of you mutuals who sent it to me should link it below) but by god it was the perfect franmaya fic.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I’ve seen some Franziska+Ema ship stuff out there, and while I don’t actively ship them, I’m certainly not against it. As I type this, maybe I think Maya+Ema wouldn’t be a bad pairing either? So, Ema gets two girlfriends. Three if you count Kay.

My happily ever after for them: Franziska takes a job as the head of Interpol and Maya leaves the Fey cult clan and they get to travel around together and spoil Pearls and Trucy and spill tea about all their friends. And also make fun of Edgeworth. Obviously. I am such a “franmaya lesbian aunts who induce the gift rapture on holidays” truther and I’ll say it until the day I die.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon: They switch. They both like to be the big spoon and then pout when they’ve been big-spooning for too long. Truthfully, their favorite cuddling position is Maya snuggled up to Franziska’s side with Franziska’s arm slumped over Maya. You know the one.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity: Fighting. Maya goes and does research of some really weird and niche conspiracy theory, learning everything there is to know about said conspiracy theory, crafts perfectly airtight arguments about these nonsense subjects, and then pops into Franziska’s office like “hey babe. did you know we’re actually living at the center of the Earth encased a technological troposphere with false climate control and day/night cycles.” Franziska, despite her best efforts and her numerous years picking apart arguments, never stands a chance.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for asking! Send me more, people!

#blue #asks #franmaya #thank you so much for the ask <3 #franziska von karma #maya fey #ace attorney

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thepaperclip · 2 years

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FAQish but not really lol

More like “I feel like I should answer some questions no one’s really asking right now but I am concerned abt answering anyways” lmao

Why didn’t the D’arbys use their Stands on the Joestars and just stick to their vampire powers?

The original D’arby battles were challenges rather than outright fights, and all were to do with a wager of some sort. Both were meant to keep the SDC crew away from something (the truth of The World, getting to Dio himself). However, in the Anna Timeline they were both victims of Straizo and their goal was to escape and capitalize on their new powers. Since the SDC crew also didn’t know the way out, the D’arbys couldn’t gain anything from them aside from help getting out, and thus there was nothing of more value for Osiris or Atum to wager for. Too bad the SDC crew were also vampire hunters on top of being Stand Users.

Who was it that Dio was thinking of in chapter one when his inner monologue mentions of Anna, “He hates her, really, she’s too idiotically kind, just like—never mind.”

His mother. Dio at 12 years old doesn’t strike me as someone who would have a lot of women associates aside from his mother, and his mother would probably be the most comparatively kindest and highest in his good books. Thus Dio compares his new stepsister to the only other woman he knew best at that point, and in just as much contempt.

Is Strohiem dead?

Yes. He didn’t even get to turn cyborg, either. Even if he did, it never made a big difference to the end of the Second World War anyway. It probably has something to do with a human sized cyborg being difficult to upkeep in terms of energy, protection from overheating itself from using the various guns in its arsenal as well as must moving in general, protection from extreme weather conditions like in Siberia, the very specifically designed components and parts not having a very established mass production line established, you know, the works. Actually, Franz from Archives lost the blueprints somewhere and it burned down in some firebomb before it could even get to Strohiem in the first place so no getting cyborg technology from the Germans. Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure should’ve punched more N*zis.

Did Straizo actually love Anna back?

The short answer is yes, but the long answer is “It’s complicated.” The perfect time and scenario for them to have started a romantic relationship that actually would last would’ve been around when Lisa Lisa was well into her marriage and Joseph may or may not have been on the way; the scenario that would need to happen is that Anna opened up about her true origins to Straizo and have been clear about being willing to Turn Straizo but only with certain requirements and caveats in place. Where things fell apart was Straizo waiting for so long, and Anna keeping important secrets from him. Though, that’s not to say that Anna didn’t have her own reasons for wanting to not mention her reincarnation. That life becomes further and further from her as she continues living, and her concern about future knowledge spreading uncontrollably also play into her habitual silence. Let it be very clearly said that Straizo’s betrayal was very much a betrayal, and had he stayed and let her talk and heard her out things would have also ended better.

Holly can beat people up now???

Holly learned to fight because Caesar, Anna, and Lisa Lisa were around to teach her a thing or two. Joseph was less averse to teaching his daughter such things because Joseph was actively raised by Lisa Lisa who taught him combat and was an example of “girls can definitely kick ass and still be elegant and ladylike”; and Anna, who instilled in him the ethos of a well-rounded and holistic education as well as proper precautionary measures. Ergo, letting Holly live her life as freely and happily as possible also included making sure she was strong enough to save herself if need be. As for her being in a gang, yes. In New York she joined a Greaser gang more because they liked motors and she did too, thanks to Grandpa Georgie showing her airplanes since she was a toddler. Unfortunately fights and gang wars were part of the experience but it did let her put some of her lessons to practical use. Like her grandfather before her, she cannot channel Hamon but that doesn’t make much of a difference if you’ve got a better swing with a wrench. How Holly and Sadao met was that he was in New York for music school and his bike broke while she was on her way out from hanging out with her crew, so she helped him out. He treated her to lunch as repayment and they hit it off very well. But yes, Joseph still pettily dislikes Sadao for taking his daughter away to a foreign land. He’s just better at expressing and focusing his annoyance. And no, if canon Joseph won’t actually kill Sadao for doing all of this then Starsverse Joseph won’t actually kill Sadao for the same reasons. He actually does respect the dude, he just wishes his son-in-law could spend more time with his daughter and son. The ultimate thing about Holly is that she chooses to be a pacifist, and that’s not something someone without a strong will would stick to.

If Jonathan lived longer, as well as Lisa Lisa and Georgie, wouldn’t they have a chance to have more kids? Why don’t we see them and those changes?

The Doylist answer is I don’t wanna make more OCs to juggle and factor in, that’s for a different timeline, thanks. The Watsonian answer is that contraceptives exist, pregnancy doesn’t always happen to some couples even if they’re going at it like rabbits, maybe Hamon is a factor that actually makes this harder, who knows! Although, in regards to Erina and Jonathan, in some ways this question also plays into the question of:

Giorno managed to exist in this universe even though his parentage is different. Are Donatello, Rykiel, and Ungalo in this universe too?

Originally, I thought that the mention of the “other fruits” of the tree thing that birthed Giorno would suffice as reference to Donatello, Rykiel, and Ungalo. Thus they were fruits of the same homunculus-method that made this Giorno, “born” to Anna as their mother, however unlike Giorno they didn’t survive beyond infancy for whatever reason. Another idea was that they would be Erina and Jonathan’s children but then see the previous answer about juggling characters so then nixing them would mean Erina miscarriages multiple times while she and Jonathan try having more children than just Georgie, and that was a pretty depressing thought. Plus I don’t see Erina marrying again after Jonathan and she would’ve been too old to have children by then anyway. The third idea was that they would be born to their original mothers, albeit with different fathers given that Dio is long dead, and since neither Jonathan nor Anna would’ve been involved then Donatello, Rykiel, and Ungalo could live perfectly mundane lives unburdened by the Joestar legacy. Their lives would be better in some ways and lack in other ways. In the end, the “other fruits” stuff made it in, but I can also see the version where their original mothers had them through different fathers and they just grew up normally also existing in the Anna timeline. Both are true, then.

Does Anna still remember the future? The time she came from? Or even canon?

Lmao that’s like 3 in one question lol. Short answer? Yes and no. The memory of Margot and being Margot is around but the information is buried under many, many more years of experience as Anna. I’ve answered in a direct comment before that Anna has the unique experience of time traveling but then returning to her original time the long way around. So in the 1880s, she’d remember iPhones, Jojo canon she’d read, and big world events and even wrote them down to remember. But she wouldn’t have written down certain memes and thus wouldn’t remember unless the meme was very big in her life (“What is love?” And she is tempted to reply with “baby don’t hurt me” vs. seeing a shiba inu and dogecoin not even passing her mind even once). Human memory is only as good as what it prioritizes to preserve, so Anna would slowly forget memes and even 2010s technology and re-learn them while they become released for the first time into the world. As stated at the beginning, the memory is around but there’s too much recent information to prioritize and new memories being made that it’s almost impossible to recall anything she didn’t preserve in books or destroyed. The memory would be overwritten and too corrupted. It’s like searching through a vast archive but the old stuff hasn’t been updated to the new system yet so the information is practically lost. In short, memories of Margot, Jojo canon, and the future is information that Anna can’t access anymore.

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The void in S3 immediately reminded me of your fic! With all the personal heavens. Then I was hit with a mix of sadness and hilarity because in your fic it's implied the sibs care about Klaus heading over to the void to hang with dave via killing himself and of course in the show they barely blink an eye when he dies lmao.

Anon, awwww, the first part of this message had me like 🥺🥺🥺🥺 in a major way! Thank you for saying this so I feel less like a self-centered ass when I talk back to the netflix episode descriptions like, "Klaus's relationship with death proves more complicated than anyone knew" I'm sorry though what are you talking about because I knew!!?! I knew. A lot of people knew but I definitely knew. The color starts to come back the closer he is to people he cares about? Yeah my dude I KNEW THAT!! The dead just hang out in their own little heavens and eat yummy food and kick back and get into hobbies and check in on the living? I knew that! They don't refer to the place as heaven but rather say they are 'at peace?' Hello I knew that, that's why the doc title was 'Klave Peace fic' okay??

(is this just to prove I am bad at naming things, or is it mainly a pointless tease of the wips that y'all will probably never see? it's both.)

But okay about the second part of this ask - in the incredibly brief amount of time I've spent online since s3 dropped, I have seen some talk about how the Hargreeves are unfeeling monsters who don't care about the deaths happening around them. Stan getting kugeled, Luther and Harlan being killed, Klaus being left behind. And I just don't see it, I'm sorry!

Okay, so it's like, in the middle of the season Klaus dies and we don't get a full-blown family meltdown or much of a reaction at all. And although I would happily read (and maybe even write) all the fic about the family finding a dead Klaus and all the angsty emotions, I feel like on the actual show it would come across as cheap if they went all in on the mourning, only for him to come back seconds later.

The deaths at the end of the season have a similar feeling to me. Allison's entire viewpoint this season is that nothing matters, because they'll just move on and reset, and I think by the end the others have to adopt that view or they'd completely fall apart. Stan is gone, and so is the entire universe except for the hotel they are staying in, so they're just going to have to plow ahead and fix all of the everything and Stan's death will be undone along with the demise of the rest of the human race, OR well there's not really an 'or' there, it's just gotten to a point where things are so dark that the only win is a do-over.

I'm actually pretty into the show embracing that, because I feel like most of the media that heads in this direction commits to the bit a little too hard. Like, a movie trying to convince us that, 'the heroes really did lose this time because, look - see, half of the world's population is wiped out!' Like I've never seen a movie before and I'm not aware that a deus ex machina will be able to fix this because that's literally what those are for.

Once things get to a certain level of dire, you know they are going to have to hit that reset button, and whatever happens starts to not matter because of course it doesn't.

I appreciate from a storytelling perspective that they never even tried to pretend like that wasn't their end goal with this season, and from a character perspective it honestly makes a lot of sense to me. It's almost like a sunk cost fallacy, in a way? Things start getting bad, so bad that literally the only way to fix them is to reset the universe, so you've got to keep moving and don't let any loss slow you down, because you can fix those losses if you can just make it to the end. Don't validate this reality with your grief, just refuse to accept it. That's literally the first stage of grief, right? and most of us haven't had the real life experience of dimension-hopping. If anyone is going to think they can find a time loophole out of an apocalypse, yeah, it's the Hargreeves, because they've literally been there done that got the t-shirt cowboy hat. Twice.

So, anyway. That's not really related all that much to the question here but as per usual I decided to use an anon as a jumping off point for a different soapbox. I'm going to not feel too bad about it because I'm answering this kinda late anyway so probably whoever sent this has forgotten to even look for my response, sorrrryyyy about that and also thanks for talking to me about this show and my fic it's been a while since i've done that <3<3

#also in my fic the siblings do get a little bit cavalier about Klaus dying I'm pretty sure that's at least touched on #they are strongly against the on purpose aspect of it all but that's not present in the show so that's not really a fair comparison #tua s3 #tua s3 spoilers #long post #tua #asked and answered #i mean as much as I ever 'answer' these. i ramble is what i do #oh bonus reason for me to share that screenshot is to prove that i'm still working on the 1963 fic lol #yes it's s2 speculative yes i've seen through s3 what about it #i have over 18k that has not yet been published because i am trash

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I sat pouting as I usually did whenever we ended up in this situation. He was silent, he was angry rage behind his eyes. "You were lucky I went after you" he spoke up

"Yes. Thank you, Thomas."

"What the hell were you doing down there anyway. You know you shouldn't go down there!"

"I was looking for food. For people for anything! Honestly, I was just looking doesn't mean I was doing anything stupid"

"You climbed six floors down and nine tunnels deep on your own without even a light you think that's not stupid!"

"I don't need your help!" I yelled getting up

"And where would you be now without it? Floating upside down though shit water."

"But you didn't have to go running after me following me behind me like I'm a toddler"

"Well then stop acting like a child!"

"Stop acting like my dad!"

"Y/n… I'm sorry-"

"No Thomas just. No."

"I'm sorry alright. I'm sorry that I go running after you no matter where you go and what you do! I'm sorry that I see you running off somewhere and even if you have a map, and food, and water and your light I'll still find an excuse to go after you! I'm sorry that I physically feel sick if I don't know where you are and the idea that you could be hurt breaks me apart inside, I'm not your father and I'll never have the unbreakable unconditional love that he had for you but fuck it I love you as much as I physically can, as much as you'll let me y/n. I want to be with you no matter if you're going to Oxford and back or to the end of King's cross line. I want to hold your hand and light as we go through every tunnel that still exists, I can't bear the thought of you being hurt, or alone out there, Because I if rather be dead than see anything happen to you. Because you the only thing on this stupid dark earth that makes me happy, makes me wanna keep living, and I love you more than anything else I've ever known. You are my sunlight. My blue sky. My beautiful fresh ocean breeze. Your everything that makes me feel I'm alive and the only thing I can't ever even consider losing"

"You don't mean that"

"y/n of course I mean it," He says wrapping his arms around me "why would I say all of these things if they weren't true"

"I... I never thought you'd-"

"thought I thought of you like that?"

"not at all,"

"I have. for so long." He says

"you really mean it?"

"I do. I love you. more than anything"

".... tell me again"

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you. I love you. I love you my sweet little y/n"

I couldn't help but gasp trying to keep my heart rate steady I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close kissing him softly and gently he happily kissed me back wrapping his arms around my waist his kisses were slow, subdued but with such passion and love I tugged him over till we sat on the bed together gently kissing for what felt like hours I began tugging off his shirt, I expected him to stop me but he didn't he pulled me closer and began tugging up my own shirt we pulled back to both throw our shirts off I pulled him back closer and tighter stroking my hands across him as we kissed the more I stroked the more out kisses got intense, his hands moved up and unclipped my bra I happily pushed it off the moment it was off his hands took me gently causing him to groan into our kisses, I giggled a little moving back kissing down his neck

"fuck" he groaned as I undid his jeans he happily pushed them off a little I smirked getting up and undoing my jeans he smirked and kissed my stomach helping to tug my jeans off as well as pushing off his own, kicking them off his ankles, I kicked my own off too petting his hair he smirked gently tugging off my panties he smirked and pulled me closer holding my hips, "you look beautiful" I smiled and climbed onto his lap returning to kissing him much more intensely than before he gently moved my hips back and forth, feeling his cock hard under me, he smirked and pulled me closer so I moved my hips enough that he slipped inside me "Fuck! your feel amazing," he groans kissing me intensely

"so do you" I smirked bouncing up and down

"Uhhh fuck y/n!" he smirked guiding my hips to the little places he so desperately needed me which I was happy with as they where were I wanted too. both of us moving faster and harder our kisses getting much more aggressive and passionate I knew how close I was digging my nails into his shoulder getting faster and faster until I hit my wall almost screaming he kept hold of my hips continuing to move me even if I was ready to collapse, he kept bouncing me until he tightened his grip almost digging his nails into my hips as he finished inside me "oohh my fucking god! fuck! I love you so much"

"I love you so very much"

"I love you too," I smiled nuzzling into his chest, he collapsed laying down on his back I giggled still nuzzling with his chest as he pets my hair getting his breath back "hey Tommy?"

"Yeah?"

"love you too sweetheart."

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