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lovinpelova · 5 months

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salty | j. fleming

summary; arsenal win against chelsea, jessie isn't too happy about it. [SMUT]

listen to: agora hills - doja cat

the ball fell to your feet as jessie gave it away, your instincts taking over and your legs ran as fast as they could towards chelseas defense. looking for an option and seeing stina was far behind with frida trailing on the right side of her, you decided to go for it.

"don't you dare!"

jessie yelled as she finally caught up, tugging on your shirt lightly in a duel for the ball but undoubtedly failing, you dribbled past her with a nutmeg into an opening before your foot connected with the ball perfectly towards the bottom right. watching it curl towards top bins as your girlfriend got to you a second too late, knowing it went in before it even left the ground and sighing in your ear as she watched you run away to celebrate with your teammates.

the game was now 3-1 to arsenal with one minute of injury time left to play, the whistle being blown a couple seconds late as you screamed in joy. this was your first piece of silverware with arsenal in a while, so jessie could understand why it meant so much to you, especially considering you'd scored to give your side a bigger lead. you high-fived and hugged all the chelsea players before even thinking about celebrating with your teammates, saying they played well and would do better next time.

you eventually reached your girlfriend and looked into her eyes for any indication of how she was feeling, seeing sadness and a little bit of anger.

"you played well jess-"

"did you have to fucking nutmeg me?"

she asked bluntly whilst high-fiving you, giving you a quick hug as you laughed at her anger and watched her walk away to her teammates. she'd let go of it in a couple hours time when you got home after her- but for now, you had to go get drunk with leah and katie.

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"jessie? i'm home baby!"

you called out into your shared apartment whilst taking off your shoes and coat, placing your belongings on the kitchen counter beside you as your girlfriend stormed towards you. you grinned at her, picking up the medal that hung around you neck and moving it left to right, laughing when she followed it with her eyes like a dog. okay, maybe you could be a bit mean about it when you won against chelsea, but she played for one of your biggest rivals in the clubs history- could you be blamed?

"i'm not a fucking dog, stop doing that. i'm not a loser either, chelsea should have won."

"the scoresheet says otherwise my love."

you retaliated, taking off the medal and putting it with the rest of your belongings as you watched jessies lip curve up in a scowl for a moment, she grunted and took another couple steps towards you before pushing you into the counter and kissing you harshly. if jessie was anything, she was a bad loser. she tended to stay salty and defensive about it for a while and then refuse to admit she lost when she calmed down from her emotions.

right now, she was defensive. and judging by the way her lips were moving against yours and hands were gripping your waist, she was furious about the loss. chelsea had a reputation of winning all the finals they got to, reigning champions of the super league and even getting to beat manchester united in the fa cup final, so what was so different about arsenal with the continental cup?

"i am not a loser."

she growled against your lips as she pulled away, watching the way your eyes slowly opened to realise she'd shocked you beyond belief. jessie was normally soft and shy, even in bed whenever you asked her to be rough she'd still be too scared of breaking you or something, so this side of her was something new. and you loved it.

"yeah? wanna show me how much of a winner you are then?"

you teased whilst fidgeting with the collar of her shirt, both of you still in club kit with your hair tied up but jessie didn't care. as much as she hated the arsenal red she couldn't fault how good you looked in it.

the canadian picked you up with your legs around her waist and started walking towards your bedroom, her lips moving desperately against yours. you could tell she needed this. to forget about the loss and mistakes she'd made, she needed a sense of euphoria - a different type of high - and she needed it now.

if that happened to be sourced by you moaning out her name in pleasure all night long, who were you to deprive her of what she wanted?

jessie put you down on the bed and tugged her shirt off, throwing it across the room as she climbed over you and watched you take yours off, her pupils dilating even more whilst her hands trailed up your torso. her breathing grew heavier as she seemingly got lost in her thoughts, the way her stomach and chest were heaving up and down affecting you in embarassing ways.

she snapped out of her trance when you let out a small whine at the sudden slow pace, accepting the smirk she gave you and pulling her down to continue making out like you were both in heat. her hips started to grind against yours slowly as she gripped your ass and waist shamelessly, moving her lips down to your neck and chest whilst leaving marks behind. she moved down to your stomach impatiently and bit down hard, smiling at the hiss you let out as her hands tugged down your shorts and underwear, too impatient to bother with the struggle of removing your sports bra.

"you gonna stop being cocky if i fuck it out of you?"

she moved your legs to rest over her shoulders, kissing up the inside of your thighs and sucking to leave the occasional love bite with her hands gripping your thighs.

"gonna have to find out aren't you?"

you countered, hands moving to her hair and shoulders for a sense of release when she eventually did start fucking you- and that she did. her tongue dived into you like she'd been starved for years beforehand, sloppily licking up your arousal before she started flicking it quickly over your clit just the way you liked. jessie smirked as she looked up at you, hearing you moan out in surprise with your back arched and fingers tugging at her hair- god she loved it when you pulled her hair whilst she ate you out.

she wrapped her lips around the sensitive bud and started sucking, watching you writhe under her before moving further down towards your entrance, not waiting a single moment to dip her tongue inside and moan at the taste of you.

"ohh, tastes so good babygirl. already drunk off you."

she moaned into your pussy shamelessly whilst pushing her face further into you, not caring about how the dirty talk was unusual for her and deciding to continue her movements. she pulled one hand up to rub her thumb over your clit at the perfect pace whilst her tongue worked itself in and out of you, listening to the way you responded to her manhandling with a sense of pride filling her. she didn't care about losing the match anymore, she cared about making you cum all over her face.

jessie nuzzled her face into you further as you moaned out her name with a plead for more, quickly pulling her tongue out and moving it to flatten against your heat, trailing it up to your clit before she took it into her mouth and started sucking harshly again. she moved her hand towards your entrance and pushed a finger in without warning, listening to you whimper at the sudden intrusion as she pushed in a second finger soon after.

her fingers quickly curled towards your g-spot and began abusing it, the canadian grunting in annoyance when you bucked your hips as it took her mouth away from you when they fell back onto the bed. she moved her other hand to hold your waist down so she could properly move her fingers deeper into your heat, moving her head up to be level with yours and holding your hips down with her own whilst her hand went around your neck.

"stay still or i'm gonna leave you here like this."

you nodded your head in response as she sped up her thrusts, moving in to kiss you sloppily with yourself trying to kiss back. your orgasm was impending and jessie could feel it, the way your walls were clenching around her fingers tighter with each thrust telling her as she peppered kisses along your collarbones and moved her hand to massage your waist gently whilst she talked you through it.

"c'mon baby, you wanna be a good girl right? you gonna cum for me? make me a winner? gonna be my good girl, aren't you?"

"yes jessie- gonna, god i'm so close. m'gonna cum for you, so good."

you whimpered out in response to her praise as she moved her thumb to rub over your abused clit again, the extra stimulation making you fall over the edge and onto her fingers as she continued to talk you through it just the way you liked her to.

"attagirl, that's it princess. makin' me a winner, hm? so good to me baby, keep goin- just like that, there you go."

"jessie-"

you tried to speak, getting cut off with the aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you hard, especially when she licked your arousal off her fingers right in front of your face. breathing heavily and looking up at her, you smiled at each other, both apologetic.

"i'm sorry for being a dick about it."

"i'm sorry for not taking the loss well."

jessie spoke softly, leaning down to kiss you gently as you gladly kissed back, her hand holding your face as yours dragged themselves up her back whilst you moaned at the feeling of her muscles underneath your fingertips. the canadian smiled into the kiss and pulled away to grin at your blush, shaking her head at you as you shyly smiled back before she rolled onto her back and pulled you onto her waist with a passionate kiss, obviously intending to be a winner again.

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haykawas · 7 months

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✩•̩̩͙*˚ TUESDAY – GETO SUGURU.

summary : you have five days to ask your hot tattooed boss out. better make it count.

word count : 3.6K. tags : tattoo shop owner!suguru, modern au, pining, workplace AU, fem!reader, very domestic, fluff (?), satoru being annoying.

MONDAY – TUESDAY

It was still very early in the morning. Just a few cars were driving by, and most of the curtains were still drawn. The only sounds you could hear came from the soft pitter-patter of the rain crashing against the pavement.

You wiped a droplet that had caught on your eyelash, inhaling the fresh air of October.

You loved fall.

Vivid colors were beginning to paint the trees and foliage everywhere, and people had already started decorating their houses for Halloween, setting the mood for the whole city. Another advantage was that almost every morning, you got to warm your cold hands around some hot cocoa.

You grinned as you took a sip of your drink, the warm beverage burning your throat, and you let out a pleased hum of satisfaction at the feeling. Your umbrella shielded you from the rain almost entirely, even though a few drops still managed to reach you. But you didn’t mind that, at all. In fact, it soothed you. So much, that you could feel your eyelids becoming heavy.

You shook your head to wake up from your daze. Today, you actually had some work waiting for you at the shop, and you couldn’t afford to fall behind it, or become distracted. At all. Be it by the soothing sounds of the rain, or by your stupidly handsome boss and coworker.

You pushed the door of the shop open, shaking your umbrella before putting it down to dry. You expected to find the parlor still dark and quiet, but you were surprised by the sight when your eyes caught onto Satoru.

Satoru. Here. Before you.

You had to be dreaming.

It wasn’t that Satoru was a heavy sleeper, no. In fact, he was actually often – always? – up very early, but he absolutely never arrived before you did. Despite being an early riser, he almost came to work late every morning for some reason, and you simply blamed the fact he’d always been peculiar as far as you’d known him. That or maybe he’d gotten involved into some shady operations, but again, it was none of your business.

It must’ve helped that he was the most talented tattoo artist you’d ever met – the best of his generation, you’d often heard people say. And Suguru’s best friend, too.

As you approached him, you couldn’t suppress the smirk that crept onto your lips, “Gojo Satoru, here already? Thought I was seeing a ghost. Did you get lost on your way to your secret underground lair?”

Satoru laughed, wiggling his brows at you, “You wish I’d tell you, uh?” You couldn’t help but snort.

“Yeah, right, just wanted to know what you were up to. You think because you’re friends with the boss you get to slack off, loser?”

Satoru feigned indignation, one hand hovering over his heart, “I’ll have you know I’m a very busy man!”

“And to what do I owe the please of your company then, Mister busy man?” You said, trying to keep yourself from laughing at his face.

“Does there always have to be a reason?” He lifted a brow, hands on his hips.

“So?”

“Suguru asked me.” He grumbled as your smile grew even bigger. “But I won’t be around all day, just came in earlier to get more work done.”

“Oh?” Your eyes found his, curious, “Any reason why?”

“He needs some help with personal stuff, I think? So I’m dropping by. And since he won’t be coming in to work today, I volunteered to take in his shift. Aren’t I just perfect?”

“He didn’t give you a choice, did he?”

“Nope!” Your friend exclaimed, and you watched him walk away to prepare the shop for opening.

However, your smile quickly faded and you found yourself lost in thought. Was there a particular reason why Suguru wouldn’t show up at work today? You observed your friend for a moment, a faint smile on your lips as you saw him struggling to set up all the work equipment for the day, wondering if you would even dare ask him about his best friend’s whereabouts.

Of course, such a question wouldn’t have been abnormal at all if you’d asked literally anyone else. But this was Satoru. The same Satoru that had always teased you relentlessly about your love life since you’d met in college. The very same Satoru who’d caught you, not so long ago, daydreaming while intently looking at his best friend. You remembered it like it was yesterday, the knowing smile he’d made when your eyes had met after you had averted your gaze from Suguru.

And since then, it’d been hell. He just wouldn’t let it go. While he hadn’t addressed the matter directly with you, he’d been dropping constant hints, which you’d vehemently denied.

But this had been your mistake, denying it. Because even if carefree, Satoru was far from stupid, and he must have realized that you’d never gone to such lengths to deny a supposed crush before.

And yet, he’d teased you more than once, and not only with your former college aquaintances, but also with Choso, your coworker – the same Choso you’d always considered like your own brother, the mere thought of the two of you together making you uneasy.

He must have felt your persistent glare on him, because Satoru stopped what he’d been doing and turned to you, hands on his hips.

“Spit it out, I know you’ve been dying to ask.” He said, breaking the silence.

Your eyes widened, and you felt your cheeks burn. Why did he have to be so observant? You sighed, breaking eye contact, unable to withstand his piercing blue gaze. He knew you far too well now, so much that it had become dangerous.

“You know, secrets have a way of gnawing at you and you’ve never been good at hiding things from me! So,” He dragged out, slowly approaching you, “what’s up?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re making a big deal out of nothing, again. Just thinking about Suguru, he usually, like, never misses a day.” You immediately cursed at yourself for saying it that way, and admitting you were literally thinking about your boss, his best friend.

“Ohhh, so that’s what it was about?” He replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief, but he made absolutely no comment. Well, that was new. And concerning.

He shrugged, “He didn’t tell me much.”

“But if you’re that curious, I’m heading to his place right after my shift. Sooo,” He dragged out, feigning nonchalance, but side-eyeing you at the same time. “You could tag along.”

You blinked at the proposal. You? At Suguru’s house, uninvited? When you could be home relaxing instead of freaking out for intruding on his private space? Yeah, sure, like you would agree. However, before you could voice your refusal, Satoru beat you to it.

“He could use your help.”

Oh. Oh, that fucker knew how to play his cards just right.

“Fine, I’ll go.” And before Satoru could jump on you to choke you with one of his infamous bear hugs – they were more like headlocks, really –, you lifted a finger to add one condition, “But only if I don’t fall behind on my appointments!”

Satoru rolled his eyes, waving you off, “Sure, yeah, whatever you say!”

You now stood in front of Suguru’s apartment, cursing the day you’d decided to befriend the white-haired menace that was your friend.

You considered going back, but the door opened before you had the chance to say a single word, revealing a very disheveled Suguru. Your mouth fell open in surprise, eyes briefly meeting Suguru’s dark orbs before he redirected them towards his friend, who was already whining, making comments about him being some kind of sorcerer, because how could he possibly have known they’d be here?

“You stomp like crazy, man. I’d have to be deaf not to know.” He grumbled. Satoru stuck his tongue out at him, showing no signs of remorse, and Suguru flipped him off.

“Hey, manners! I brought a guest!” He exclaimed, his arms still around your shoulders as he squeezed you against him to make your presence known.

Suguru immediately redirected his attention toward you, his scowl transforming into a small knowing smile.

“I can see that.” His eyes lingered on you, before he redirected his attention to Satoru, “And to what do I owe the honor?”

His friend groaned in annoyance, “Quit the formalities and just let us in!” He said, immediately pushing Suguru aside to barge into his flat. “Don’t you know letting guests wait outside is rude?”

“You’re not a guest. Who called you in, already?”

“You did! Shoko told me you also wanted me to bring you stuff. And because I’m such an amazing friend, I’m here! There,” Satoru tossed him the folders he’d brought from work, Suguru catching them effortlessly.

He sighed, figuring out the issue. “I specifically asked Shoko to do it because I knew for a fact you were gonna come here and give me a headache.”

The white-haired man lifted his hands in surrender, “Promise I’ll be on my best behavior!” Before disappearing into his friend’s house.

You silently cursed at your friend for leaving you there alone with his best friend, especially so when you turned your head towards him only to find him already eyeing you up with a slightly amused smirk, enjoying your slight – and very noticeable – discomfort.

“You wanna come in?” He asked as he made space for you. You nodded and stepped into the apartment, brushing against Suguru who still lingered in the doorway.

You observed his place, eyes going over his wooden furniture, and found yourself pleasantly surprised by the warmth it seemed to exude. It was certainly very different from the modern and somewhat cold feel of Satoru’s apartment, which you’d visited several times before.

“You like it?”

“I do, it’s very…warm. And personal.”

He laughed deeply, “I do spend most of my time here, and Satoru’s there very often. It had to be.”

You hummed, smiling at him in understanding.

“So what made you skip work today, boss?” You lift a brow with a teasing smile, finally asking the million-dollar question.

“Ah, please don’t remind me. I keep thinking about the things I’m gonna have to take care of when I get back.” He sighed. “But I’ve been feeling sick since last night, figured I’d stay home like a recluse instead of contaminating you all.”

“Well, until you two showed up.”

“Hey! I had to, Satoru practically dragged me here!” You exclaimed, and he snorted at your apparent distress, not thinking for a second that you’d just lied to his face. Satoru had asked you once, and you’d said yes. He didn’t even have to convince you.

“I know how he can be, I’m not blaming you!” He chuckled fondly, envisioning perfectly how Satoru must have dragged you here against your will like he’d always done with him.

“But just so you know,” He continued, “you don’t have to go all this way for me because I’m your boss, hm? They’re gonna think I’m taking advantage of you outside your hours.” He teased with a grin, and you had to advert your eyes from the blinding sight that he was.

“It’s not like that, really. You’re a friend of Satoru’s, so you’re not just my boss.” You said without thinking, and Suguru hummed in approval. “Besides, I figured you’d need some help with stuff. And I’m not sure Satoru’s the one for the task. Where the hell did he go?”

“Help?” He cocked his head, as he thought about it, ignoring your question. He knew where his best friend was, either sleeping or rummaging through his games and making a mess in his bedroom, as usual. It must have looked innocent to some, but the dark-haired man knew his friend had been up to something, for the past few days. And he had to find out what it was.

“Well, now that you’re asking, I was just about to start on dinner before you two barged in. Care to help out?”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across Suguru’s cozy kitchen, you found yourself standing beside him, listening to his voice as he gave you advice on how he liked to prep his ingredients.

“So, what’s on the menu tonight, Chef?” You joked, trying to break the tension that seemed to hang in the air. You two weren’t used to be alone without Satoru as an intermediary, and it couldn’t be more obvious.

Suguru cleared his throat, his voice deeper than usual, slightly hoarse from the sickness. “Hm, was thinking of making my famous stir-fry,” he replied, “can you gather the ingredients?”

“Yes, Chef!” You grinned, and he chuckled at your enthusiasm. He leaned against the counter, a soft smile on his lips as he watched you bustling about, gathering all the utensils you’d need to make dinner. You quickly turned to ask him where he kept the rice, and caught him following your every move, his eyes half-lidded. You heart skipped a beat, and you immediately turned back around, forgetting what you were about to ask him.

He was sick. You had to get it back together.

Shaking your head, you opened the cupboard to grab the salt, but sighed when your eyes found it, perched on the cabinet’s top shelf. You tiptoed, convinced you could retrieve it on your own, but the cabinet was strangely positioned in a rather elevated spot.

“Here.” Suguru’s sweet and deep voice suddenly reached your ears, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. You could feel his solid body against yours as he stretched to grab what you’d been trying to, and you swore you could feel his abs pressing against your back even through his loose-fitting shirt. His fingers brushed against yours as he took hold of the item.

As soon as he put it down on the counter, you smoothly pushed him away and put distance between the two of you, accusatively pointing at the cupboard.

“What the hell is it so high for anyway? Do you live with giants?”

He laughed, “Well, in a way. Me and Satoru could be considered giants.”

“Right.” You shook your head, pushing yourself to get back to the task at hand to avoid thinking about what had just happened. Your hands began chopping the vegetables, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board filling the room.

The scent of garlic and ginger filled the kitchen, and you smiled as you inhaled the pleasant scent. You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Suguru, and you wish you hadn’t. He seemed lost in thought, his dark hair was slightly tousled, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, a combination of his illness and the warmth of the kitchen.

The man sighed as his hair got in the way yet again. He hadn’t found the time to trim it recently, and it had gotten quite long.

He paused for a moment, rinsing his hands before his fingers deftly started to gather his long dark hair. With a practiced grace that was so common with him, he pulled his hair back, securing it in a loose and messy ponytail. He sighed in annoyance as some strands were too short to be kept in place, blowing air to get them out of his eyes. His eyes found yours as he seemed to notice your sudden silence, strands of silky hair framing his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and elegant curve of his neck.

He gave you a shy smile, surprised you’d caught him in what had strangely felt like such an intimate moment to witness, and averted his eyes to the rice that’d been fizzling in the frying pan. After hard work came comfort, and you both sat down to savor the delicious meal you’d prepared – well, Suguru had done most of it, you’d mainly chopped the vegetables and fetched the ingredients, really –.

Suguru watched you intently as he waited for you to taste his famous dish. His eyes crinkled in amusement and he couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as you let out an involuntary moan of pleasure at the taste.

“This is fucking incredible, Suguru!” You managed to say between bites, cheeks full, “I can’t believe how good this tastes! Why the hell didn’t I know how good of a cook you were?” You exclaimed.

His lips curled into a proud smile at your praise, “Glad you like it. I wasn’t always that good, you know? I used to burn pasta.”

“Pasta?” You deadpaned, eyes wide. “How come you’re so good, then?”

He grinned, “Had to fend for myself since I was very young. Practice makes perfect, right?”

Oh. Your heart ached as you considered the implications of his words. At the end of the day, you didn’t know that much about him, and the fact he might have had a difficult childhood would have never crossed your mind if he hadn’t made allusions to it. You nodded, not really knowing what to respond, but not really keen on delving deeper into the issue.

You weren’t close, there was no need for him to tell you about his past struggles when you were only sharing a meal.

You proceeded to talk about your respective days, you telling him about the peculiar clients that had come in today, and him intently listening to you for the most part. He’d also told you about the documents Satoru had brought him, which you’d been curious about, and happened to be sketches he’d started and wanted to touch up before tomorrow morning.

You smiled as you watched him talk, nodding slightly whenever he would speak about something that demanded an immediate reaction. You couldn't believe how comfortable you'd gotten with him. Sure, there were still moments where you felt embarrassed, after all, he was a new acquaintance you still hadn't gotten used to. However, he had this talent that was so unbelievably his, the skill to put anyone at ease with just a few words.

He might have looked intimidating to a lot of people, with his fully tattooed arms, many piercings and dark eyes, but this image of him completely crumbled the moment he opened his mouth. He was a smooth talker, luring people in and charming them effortlessly.

And you couldn’t deny it. The fact Suguru wasn’t only a skilled chef, but also a vision of breathtaking allure. And you wondered how someone like this could ever reciprocate the feelings you harbored deep inside.

After the meal, you moved to the living room, settling onto the sofa. The warmth from the kitchen and the contented feeling brought by the dinner you two had just had enveloped you as you continued your conversation.

As he talked, you couldn’t help but notice a few strands of Suguru’s long hair escaping from his ponytail, falling gracefully across his forehead.

You spoke up, feeling brave, “You know,” he immediately gave you his undivided attention, and you felt slightly shy under his gaze, “If you’re finding your hair bothersome, I could help you with it. Maybe trim it a bit?”

“Oh.” He said, voice tinged with surprise at your question, and at the fact you’d noticed his annoyance. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” You approached him on your knees so you could get a good look at him, skimming your fingers through the strands of dark hair framing his face, as you thought about how you could arrange it, “I’m used to your type of hair, shouldn’t be too difficult.”

The man cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to avoid your gaze, “Alright, well, I’ll consider it and let you know then. Thanks.”

You nodded, but then your brows furrowed and you bolted from your seat, “Be right back!”

He saw you leave for the bathroom, lips parted in confusion. When you reappeared with a wet towel and a sheepish smile, he couldn’t stop but let out a snort as he understood what you’d been up to.

“Hey, don’t laugh! I know I’m a guest but you’re still sick.” You rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance, but the amused smile on your lips was betraying you. “Your cheeks are so red, I can’t believe I just noticed.” Then, you proceeded to delicately cover his forehead with the cold towel, making sure you weren’t covering his eyes. You observed his features up close, and you noticed that he was struggling to stay awake, his long lashes fluttering with exhaustion.

“You should lie down a bit.”

Suguru was about to protest, but a yawn escaped him, resigning him to accept his fate and lie down for a while. “Just a minute, alright? Then I’ll walk you back home.” You nodded, knowing you had to go home very soon, the fact you'd stayed more than a few minutes at your boss's house already shocking to you.

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Your eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, you were disoriented. The soft glow of the morning sun was beginning to filter through the curtains, but you weren’t on your bed. And as your senses slowly returned, you realized you were not alone.

Panic welled up inside of you as everything came rushing back to you when you took in the sight of Suguru sleeping beside you, his messy hair out of the ponytail he’d put them in a few hours ago, the string lost somewhere on the ground, while his limbs were sprawled out on the couch. His soft snore was making his chest rise and fall, his shirt rising up to his middle.

You didn’t have time for that.

You bit your lip, searching for your phone in a hurry, making sure you weren’t making any noise in fear the man would somehow wake up, silently freaking out as the situation dawned on you.

you where the fuck r u ???

satoru i’m home?? where r u

you .

satoru oh fuck DONT TELL ME oh my god

you …

you why didnt you wake me up when you went home . wth satoru

satoru oh man that’s rich im telling shoko right now

you do it and i’ll kill you

satoru too late

satoru by the way i actually didn’t wake you up cuz sugu’s an insomniac never does whole nights so thx!<3

AN : I SAID LET THEM COOKKKKK ok back to the topic. god. this was twice as long as the first piece of this series (and i actually kinda struggled with this one? i'll have you know i'm a master at writing angst but fluff isn't really my forte - if you can call this fluff). kinda sweet suguru here cuz he's sick and all (and i couldnt already rush things), but expect him back on his feet and SMUG as hell in the next pieces ;) sooo yeah, hope yall liked it! also, not proofread yet, i'll come around to fix mistakes but it's 1:40 am here and i have class tomorrow so goodnight

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 27 days

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can I get 16 and 19 with charlie

16. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is.’’ + 19. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you.’’

SCREAM WEEK PT 2/7

This is my first time writing for Charlie, please don't let this flop. He is not as popular as the other Ghostfaces, but I'm a sucker for horror movie nerds

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Kirby shifted beside you, trying to not fall asleep as the movie continued playing on the TV. ‘’When this one ends, I’m going home. I promised myself I would never watch this monstrosity again, but here we are.’’ She took the almost empty bowl of popcorn to keep herself busy and awake.

The Curse of Michael Myers wasn’t the best of the franchise, but it was part of it and you were doing a Halloween marathon.

‘’What? Come on, Kirby. It’s not even midnight!’’ you protested, not wanting her to leave yet. ‘’The next one if H20. It has its flaws, but it also has Jamie Lee Curtis going after Michael with an axe.’’

Kirby hesitated, clearly torn. ‘’I don’t know…’’

‘’And you promised to drive me home,’’ you reminded her. ‘’I don’t want to leave yet. We have at least two more to go.’’

‘’Four if we include the Rob Zombie remakes,’’ Charlie chimed in from the armchair.

You almost forgot those two.

‘’I’m not sitting through four more movies. My ass is starting to meld with this couch,’’ the blonde grumbled.

You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t the most comfortable couch, but at least it was bigger than Robbie’s. The last time you tried to have a movie night at his house, three people had to sit on the floor.

‘’I can walk you home if you want?’’ Charlie offered, secretly not wanting you to leave yet.

When the movie ended, Charlie went to the kitchen for drinks while you were switching the DVDs. He had a hefty collection above the television, which you were slightly jealous of. He even owned expensive collector pieces — counting a Jigsaw puppet —, but they were upstairs in his bedroom.

‘’Did you set it up?’’ Charlie asked, returning to the living room.

You hummed, grabbing the throw blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over your lap. It wasn’t cold, but you liked the feeling of it on your skin.

Charlie handed you your drink and went to sit back on the armchair, you stopped him. ‘’You don’t have to sit all the way there, Kirby’s spot is free.’’

Without thinking it through, Charlie sat beside you, momentarily forgetting that he gets sweaty and nervous when he’s close to you. God, he felt like such a loser.

The movie started, and the familiar Halloween theme music echoed through the speakers.

Toward the middle of the movie, you were both quoting the movie and laughing. It wasn’t your first time seeing it. Nor your second.

Although you had been in the same friend group since Sophomore year, it was rare that you were hanging out alone with Charlie. He and Robbie were inseparable, and you tended to spend most of your time with Kirby and Olivia. Outside of your passion for horror movies, you didn’t have much in common. You weren’t even from the social scale at school.

Absent-mindedly, you had moved closer to him. You didn’t know when or how, but Charlie, on the other hand, did notice and shifted uncomfortably, feeling the warmth radiating from your body beside him. He could smell the faintest notes of your perfume, making him realize that if he was close enough to kiss you. But he couldn’t do that. Instead, he took a sip of his drink, trying to quiet his thoughts.

‘’She’s going after him!’’ You grabbed Charlie’s arm in excitement as you watched Jamie Lee break the glass and take the axe. ‘’Go Laurie! Chop his head off!’’ you said at the screen despite already knowing what will happen.

Charlie's gaze flickered between you and the TV, savoring the moments in your company. When would he get another night like this?

‘’There’s no way he can return after that.’’

‘’Yet he does,’’ Charlie said as the credits rolled in. ‘’They briefly explain in Resurrection that Laurie killed the wrong person on Halloween night, thinking it was Michael Myers. It was a paramedic. Personally, I think that’s farfetched. They should have let him die.’’

You twisted your torso to look at Charlie. ‘’But that’s the thing with Michael. He always comes back.’’

‘’I actually have a theory about that,’’ Charlie began, leaning closer to you as if sharing a secret. ‘’It’s the mask that makes him impossible to kill. Have you noticed that he always wears it when they proclaim him as ‘dead’? It’s probably cursed or something. That’s how he keeps surviving. They should take his mask off, and then chop his head.’’

‘’Like Jason and the Crystal lake? They always dump him back in the lake when he dies,’’ you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Charlie grinned. ‘’Exactly!’’

He should get up and switch the DVD, but his eyes glanced down at your pink lips, looking soft and inviting. Charlie knew the outcome wouldn’t be the one he dreamed about, but he leaned in anyway, his lips drawing closer to yours. But before they could touch, you pulled back to dodge his kiss.

‘’Charlie…’’ you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Embarrassment rushed through his body, his gaze dropping to the floor knowing that things would never be quite the same after this. ‘’Eh, sorry, I shouldn’t have. I should have known.’’ He shook his head, forcing a laugh. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is…’’

Awkwardness filled the room, neither of you speaking for several minutes.

‘’I…I’m gonna go switch the movie.’’

Left alone on the couch, you bit your bottom lip. Why didn’t you let him kiss you? You dodged his kiss by pure instinct. Because Charlie was different from the guys you dated, but different isn't always bad. You had a great time tonight in his company. He was sweet, caring, and you liked how passionate he was about the things he loved.

Your eyes watched him carefully put the movie back into its case and take out the next. His movements were slower, dreading to return to his seat.

‘’Charlie?’’

‘’Do you want another drink? Or popcorn? I could go make another round of popcorn—’’

‘’Charlie,’’ you repeated. ‘’Just come sit.’’

He pressed the button to slide the DVD back in the player, then returned to the couch. His heart was pounding in his chest, unable to shake off the embarrassment of his failed attempt at a kiss. He wanted the cushions to swallow him like they did to Glen in Nightmare on Elm street.

‘’Charlie, I'm sorry I pulled away earlier,’’ you began softly, not wanting to make things any more awkward.

‘’It’s fine,’’ he brushed off, grabbing the remote and pressing ‘play’.

‘’It’s not.’’ You shifted to sit sideways, trying to get Charlie’s attention. ‘’Can we try it again? I want to change the ending.’’

His eyebrows furrowed in surprise, a mixture of disbelief and hope swirling in them. ‘’What?’’

‘’Kiss me.’’

Air got stuck in Charlie’s throat. No way you were being serious. ‘’You’re fucking with me…’’

You cupped the back of his neck and leaned in slowly. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you,’’ you whispered, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear as you looked into his blue eyes. ‘’You just…took me by surprise.’’

Unlike in his dreams, Charlie didn't wake up, you pressed your lips against his.

You tried to keep the kiss soft and controlled, but Charlie wanted more. His hand found your hips, gently gripping them as he slipped his tongue past your lips, no longer interested in watching the movie that just began. You let your hands wander from his shoulder to his hair, pulling at the roots and eliciting sweet noises from him. He clung to you for dear life, air escaping his lungs and soon finding himself out of breath, but he couldn’t stop kissing you. You were like a drug, and he wanted more.

‘’No,’’ Charlie whined when you broke the kiss. He attempted to chase after your lips, but you kissed along his jawline, nipping and nibbling a trail from his ear down the column of his neck. ‘’Aah, fuck.’’

You smiled against his skin, loving how responsive he was.

Grabbing at the front of his unbuttoned plaid shirt, you pulled him with you as you leaned against the armrest of the couch. Charlie settled into your widespread legs, shifting so he wouldn’t press his whole body weight on you.

‘’See, sometimes the nerd does get the hot girl.’’

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yet-another-haven-of-dollya · 4 months

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can i ask advice ;; drawing wise ? how did you start to anatomy but also w stylization? did you bruteforce by studying every bone muscle etc in art school?

hmm...

First, you must distinguish between two completely different concepts: gesture and anatomy. The stylization and dynamic you often see me doing with my dancing practice is "Gesture". This is an excellent tutorial by Proko about gestures. I practiced gestures very soon when I started drawing, simply because I wanted to draw dynamically, lucky for me it was the right thing to do. This was the main reason why I'm so fast at sketching.

This is my gesture practice, 1 min, 2 min, and 5 min sketch. It's about the flow of the body and which direction each part is going, use "sharp and coherent lines". I practice until it becomes a "natural reflex", a habit when I look at people's interactions.

This below is something I drew 3 years ago (my anatomy was not good sorry), notice how I use many many coherent lines? At the thigh, shin, arm stretching,... all the bigger areas? That's the remaining of gestures.

It goes without saying. Try to find the flow of gestures, even for the hair or clothes. Heh, I drew this 4 years ago, how nostalgic.

You can see how I just create the flow with Lya's hair and body movement in the dancing pics too. Like with Kylar's pic her body is straight up one quite hard mass from head to toe. You know she's leaning forward, seemingly wanting to abandon Kylar with a "pathetic loser like you? With me?" attitude (ouchie sorry Kylar nation). While in Sydney's pic she seems much more relaxed and enjoys how her body parts seem to loosen and more in sync with Sydney's movements. Her hip and legs sway more, and her hair also sways back at Sydney's body, hinting that her moves are relatively close to his body. I don't think I have enough vocabulary to describe, gestures are always just "feelings" to me. If people see what I want to show, that's the success for me.

I know many self-learners started by finding random tutorials that have muscle breakdown or box-like proportions to try and mimic. Mimic is good, drawing is mimicking and remembering what you saw, but without good gesture practice, many people tend to make anatomy very stiff.

Then, you start to apply anatomy to the gestures you've practiced. One way to do it is by learning about muscle position first, and then trying to apply it to a figure, or a model. This is my homework and it's HORRIBLY WRONG IN MANY WAYS. My teacher fixed it for me but I don't have the after with me right now, so take this as an example of how to do the apply thing, DO NOT USE IT AS MUSCLE REF it's very wrong.

In my opinion bone structure is not strictly needed like muscles. Bones are for muscles to hang onto. You only need to remember some important "landmarks" like the collarbone, elbow joint, anterior pelvis, knee, and ankle,… to hang the important muscles to it. After you're familiar with muscles and gestures, you can start to stylize. Applying your knowledge to animated characters with cartoonish design is one great way. THESE HOMEWORKS OF MINE ARE STILL WRONG but ye hope you get the idea. I'm still struggling with anatomy.

One of my all-time fav are AFK ARENA artists and what they do for the game. Aki as the main artist, Kuri Huang, and another artist I suddenly forgor the name as home screen illust. I recommend researching their works if you want a direction on how to stylize your character with great dynamic gestures and shapes.

And

As much as I hate to say this, I was particularly considered a failure, a stone-head, who couldn't be changed for the better when I was still in art school - uni. My chosen major was digital graphic design, not specified in drawing but in designing, that's one thing I regret. I traded 5 years of my youth for doing the things I don't want to do. That's why the moment I graduated, I immediately went and signed up for an advanced art class specified in drawing. I'd be lying if I said the uni didn't teach me anything about drawing. They did, but almost everything I learned during 5 years of uni was self-learning from outer sources. I encourage self-learning the most when I talk with younger artists. Proko is a very trusted source to learn from, go to their YouTube channel, and you might figure out something too.

#dollya ask #not a drawing tutorial just my personal experiences

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thisistinirussell · 6 months

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Hi beautiful, if your requests are open, can you write a threesome with lando and max ( doesn't matter which max 😏)

Thank you in advance

ABSOLUTELY HUN!🩵🩵

Btw.. my first story on here, lol❣️

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Fuck buddies

pairing: max verstappen/ lando norris x female reader!

Warnings: SMUT (18+ content), unprotected sex (be safe), dirty talk, ass slapping, little bit dominance, NOT PROOF READEN (sorry for mistakes, not my native language)🫶🏼

..Where Max gets into your idea of having a threesome..

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Some time ago, you begged your boyfriend Max for a threesome with another guy. He always laughed about it and said „I would never let another guy fuck my girlfriend!“. So you didn‘t talk about that thought ever since. Even though it didn‘t leave your mind..

A few weeks later, Max and his friend Lando sat in the living room playing games on the PlayStation.

„Goddamn! Max, you‘re so fuckin‘ unfair mate!“ Lando shouted frustrated and threw the controller on the coffee table. „Come on man! Stop pouting! You‘re such a sore loser!“ Max laughed. „That was so unfair! You killed me again!“ the brit said and hit your boyfriends shoulder.

At the same moment you sat next to your boyfriend, who sweared in dutch after the hit and started to stroke his back softly, because you knew exactly how he loved that.

First he smiled at you. But then this smile was turning into a grin. Confused you looked at Max‘s blue eyes, while he started to unbutton your blouse. „Max.. not when he‘s here..“ you whispered, even though you would have loved the thought of Lando watching your boyfriend taking you right here on the couch.

He didn‘t take his eyes off you and talked to his friend. „Lando?.. my girl here wanted to try a threesome some time ago… you‘re in?“ he asked him directly. Max never was the type of guy who kept things a secret, especially in front of Lando..

Lando watched us for a second and nervously ran his hand through his hair. He grinned while Max forced you to sit in the middle of him and Lando while he unbuttoned your blouse completely, and got rid of it immediately. Your red lace underwear was very exposing.. exactly what your boyfriend loved.

After some time you started to get comfortable with this situation and started to open Lando’s pants first, and afterwards Max‘s jeans. Just after some time, Max opened your pants to help you out of it. „ Matching underwear?! Seems like you planned that, Miss!“ Max murmured in your ear while his finger found his way to your pussy, where he drew small circles around your already soaking wet entry. You just shrugged your shoulders and enjoyed at first.

„You definitely did.“ Lando hissed and kissed your neck softly while your hand wandered in his pants. He was already pretty hard and it seemed much bigger than you expected. Carefully you started to stroke his dick. To help you with that, Lando pulled his boxers down. He threw his head back and brushed through your hair softly.

„Get on your knees…“ your boyfriend whispered and helped you up on the couch. „Fuck you look so hot babe.. i want to see how you suck him off like you always do, before i fuck you“ Max said and pulled your hair first, before he pushed you down on Lando‘s dripping cock. The brit let out a little moan. „Fuck..“ he sweared. Max pressed your head further down. So you had to deepthroat his friend well. „Such a good girl, taking him so well..“ Max praised you while he pulled the string of your thong to the side. „Guide her, mate.. in a minute she‘s not able to do it herself anymore..“ Max grinned and slapped your ass hard. You twitched a little bit.

Your cunt already felt like the sea between your legs, because of the wetness.

So Lando grabbed your hair instead of Max and guided you to bob your head up and down on his dick in the right pace. You felt how Max was teasing you with the tip of his big cock in front of your pussy. „Already so wet for us you little slut.“ Max hissed and grabbed your ass with one hand, while guiding his dick into your wetness. You let out a little whimper while Max picked up the pace. Lando slid his other hand over your body down to your clit, drawing fast circles while Max fucked you right. It was hard to keep your mouth on Lando‘s dick and not starting to scream your boyfriends name, so all your neighbors could hear it.

After some time Lando went faster with your head in his hand and you were sure he was about to cum. And you were absolutely right! „Fuck yess! I‘m gonna cum!“ he shouted after pulling your head off and painting your whole face with is cum. You enjoyed that.. also did Lando. You licked over your lips to get the cum around your mouth. The brit smirked. „You liked that you little slut, didn‘t you?“ he said pulling your head up on your hair. You nodded. „what was that, huh??“ Lando asked to hear a answer from you. „Y-yess i did.“ you stuttered before you couldn‘t hold your moans anymore.

„Fuck me baby!“ you shouted completely turned on. „I‘m not your baby! WHAT AM I?!“ Max shouted and slapped your ass with both hands. „D-daddyy!“ you nearly screamed of pleasure. After some time you felt how your legs started shaking and your orgasm was kicking in. So you came over your boyfriends cock in pleasure and also felt how Max picked up his pace once more. And soon your boyfriend’s dick started to twitch and painted your walls inside.

So Max pulled out after some time and his cum was dripping down onto the couch from your cunt. You whimpered a bit.. It felt so empty without Max in you.

„Now it’s Lando‘s turn to fuck you.. so be a nice little slut and make him feel well, my love..“ Max whispered in your ear and grinned. Soon enough it was Lando who fucked you rough, nearly as good as Max could.. „Hmm.. so tight… I love that..“ Lando whispered and grinned while Max watched you, getting banged by one of his best friends…

It was a long night and you knew, this would not be the last time your boyfriend would let Lando do that, even if he hated the idea of it at first..

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sherwees · 4 months

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cw : cheating (that's it)

busy idol boyfie winwin that'll take you out everyday even after stressing practices whenever you weren't "busy" with anything. he knew that you had time to visit him and his suspicions stayed high on his mind but he'll never want to make you upset so he just pushes his conflicting thoughts to the side.

winwin loves coming home after a long day and having you sit on his tense,sore lap whilst you whisper all types of praises; his hands rubbing soothing circles into your plush thighs. especially when you say his real name, it makes him feel all warm inside and makes him relish in the moment. But, knowing that deep in his gut, he knows that you're slipping right through his fingers.

he hates when you're mad at him. those times that he questions why there's a certain amount of makeup on one part of your neck but you only brush it off and move away from him. he'll spend the rest of the week thinking about how he could make it up to you and even asks his fellow groupmate and best friend yangyang about it but his advice is only him saying to stay away from you so it's only futile. he just ends up buying chrysanthemums for you (hendery's advice) and you end up catching hay fever but at least you accepted them.

and he also hates that you mention yangyang nearly everyday. “yangyang bought me it” “yangyang said..” or you just reusing a cheeky joke from the orange haired goblin. he also wonders if you were "playing" around with yangyang behind his back because he'll never mention the gifts or when he would ask him about it, he'll act oblivious and cut the conversation right there. there was a problem, he doesn't think he could fix it.

your hands on the headboard keeps your stature as you ride his cock. the silence of it all made it feel so solemn.. winwin didn't feel the lovey doveyness of it all anymore. he was quite turned off at this point and it was even the fact you had your eyes closed.. what the fuck? winwin wished you could just simply open your eyes to see his unamused expression or the fact that he's gone soft inside of you already. it was so fucking awkward just seeing you mumble to yourself, it only made the turmoil of anger worsen. he didn't want this to end but you were being fucking rude.. his dick game wasn't bad because he made you cum before, maybe even scream but what was your fucking problem? there was a cork in his throat, that cork turned into the words. the more he paid attention to his gut, the more he would listen to your mumbling;

“s’ so big”

“im yours and nobody elses”

“I will, I will..”

“hmm.. you're sure bigger than him”.

okay now what the fuck. so you wer– are fucking with him? I mean you grabbing your shit and storming out after he simply asked, “are you fucking liu yangyang?” was an overreaction, I mean you were able to simply cheat on him so..? the looks that yangyang gave him was a contrast from hendery's “I feel bad for you and I wish I told you but you're still a loser” looks even pissed him off more. I mean he couldn't even comprehend why you would do that; he gave you everything you wanted and you just ran for the arrogant sore loser in his group. yangyang's dick game was oftentimes mentioned only by himself,

“well I only fuck with real bitches because only high classes deserve this dick” like ew?

winwin took another harsh bite of his subway sandwich, it felt like his teeth were poking at his gums and his jaw hurt from chewing; he ended up just slamming his sandwich down on the table and leaning back with his arms folded. xiaojun looked at him crazy then returned to his phone which only made him mad enough and tears started streaming, bit by bit that only pushed his anger into loneliness.

“this is captain liu huge cock speaking..” ; from when he wore that stupid pilot outfit for their seasons greetings 3 years ago and he had that walkie talkie thing in his hand, his lips forming into a crisp smile.

“yangyang bought me this really~ cute necklace, wanna see?” ; from when you turned around in the summer dress that winwin bought you that same week; all giggly and smiley over a silver flower necklace. He remembers looking at the pandora bracelet on your tan wrist and all it's charms, winwin never had the time to take you anywhere now so he guessed it was yangyang again.

“do you think I could impress her” ; from that one time when he stood by the dormitory's bathroom doors before a party, texting YOU actually. he looked between the photo of you wearing the dress you got and the little slit in the bathroom door that let him see; yangyang fixing his collar of his suit. You sent another image of you in a lacey butterfly bra from Victoria's Secret through his peripherals and his eyes darted from the screen and back to the slit in the door once he heard Hendery say something also.

he turned back and yangyang's head appeared like a whack a mole in the doorway with that stupid innocent look in his face, eyes with a sad glint with a slight pout to his lips “don't be a snooper.. babe~” yangyang lilted with a smile before laughing at himself; winwin noticed that he tried to mock your unique tone.. he was also sure that you've never said that to him before. yangyang's pupils directed to something else, winwin's eyes searched for what he was looking for or at but he soon realized that he was looking at his phone and his smile widened.

his wrist immediately turned the phone away, looking back to him with an uncertain look that he, himself couldn't even describe till this day. yangyang only sighed before raising an eyebrow at winwin, his lips slightly distorted because of the laugh he held and once he popped his big ass head back in, he obviously started laughing.. boastfully..

The memory ended adruptly once winwin felt a headache incoming. his fingers found his temple immediately, massaging circles but immediately stopped his ministrations once he remembered the better times.

when you were both together.

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aetherdoesthings · 3 days

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I cannot tell you how loud I cackled when the card was revealed. One moment I was cooing at how cute this was and then I start straight up laughing at 2AM. The atrocious spelling of a child 🤣, i loved all of it! I'm wondering if the other kids notice Father's favoritism towards the reader, and how they would react? What if they bully Reader and Father steps up for Reader? 🤭 I love your characterization of Father in here. Much softer than canon which is what I needed.

~EL anon

would you like a new home? (pt 3.1)

forethoughts: thanks for the compliments about part two! i didn't expect my silly love letter to arlecchino to blow up haha. i originally was going to write this as just one big part but i changed plans. part two is called would you like some cake! i also planned for part two to be the last one but i had to sneak one in to give reader and father a happy ending of sorts :)

notes: gn!child!reader, NOT AN X READER READER IS A CHILD IN THIS!!!

You never cared about what the other children thought of you.

Father made sure you would never get hurt.

Father ensured that the very day she gave you your new toys.

Father said not to use the toys, only if I was being attacked then I could use them.

Father said not to show the other children your toys.

And you always listened to Father to the best of your abilities.

Well, you tried.

You were walking down the hall, admiring the small trinket Father had found you during one of her expeditions. It was a compass, Father said. You followed the red needle, a huge smile at your face as you watched it shift and move.

You held the compass dear to your chest, using two hands to hold each side. Your eyes were glued to the needle you didn’t even notice the leg that swept your shins, causing your grip on the compass to disappear as your body went sideways, landing on your arms.

Footsteps.

You got up before you could hear another thud, turning around. “Hey!” You exclaimed as one of the other orphans picked up Father’s gift, admiring it themselves.

“What? We were just interested in what you were holding, Y/N.” One of the other orphans snickered.

“Give it back.” You said, balling your fists. That was Father’s gift to you. Yours. Not theirs.

“Why? You have more gifts than us given by Father. Not having one more isn’t going to kill you, loser.”

Don’t attack. Don’t be quick to anger. Always seek out a compromise before arming yourself. Father’s words rang in your head.

You took a deep breath, blood boiling at the sight of the other orphan haphazardly tossing the compass around.

“What do you want?” You questioned, feet still spread apart.

“Don’t you get it, you stupid idiot? We want what you have.”

“You’ve never wanted anything from me.”

“Because you didn’t have anything we wanted.”

“What do you want now?”

“We want Father.”’

Your knuckles started to turn red as your hands fell to your sides. “What?”

“Don’t act like we don’t see how Father treats you. Always first to get food. Extra dessert. No curfew. Bigger room? Who do you think you are? You’re a nobody! You don’t even have friends! Why does Father treat you better than everyone else?!” The orphan shoved you back on the ground, pressing his foot against your head. You stared at the orphan. You couldn’t deny that his words did not hold truth to them. Father did ensure all of that. You never questioned why Father would show you more generosity and kindness compared to the other children. Yes, Father treated everyone equally. That was obvious before you went inside the armory that day. Father still treated everyone equally even after that. You just had… perks.

“I didn’t ask to have a bigger room and no curfew.” You retorted, trying to resist.

“But you have it. And we want that too. So go to Father and tell her you want a smaller room, last in line, no dessert, and an earlier curfew.”

“That’s not fair. I’m not going to do that.” “If you don’t do that, we’ll break the compass. And don't think about lying and saying you did it. We'll know.” The orphan dangled the compass with two fingers, close to the rim.

“Hey!” You gritted your teeth, hand slowly creeping towards the knife strapped onto your belt.

“Three…” The orphan sneered, digging his boot deeper into your hair, pressing your head into the ground.

“Two…” Your hand curled around the helm.

“One…”

Forgive me, Father.

#genshin impact #arlecchino #arlecchino genshin #arlecchino x reader #child #aetherwrites

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therealdogsinmymind · 26 days

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✩ SOLO PLAY - Chapter 2 ✩

(18+/Minors DNI)

CHAPTER ONE

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AO3 Link | Word Count: 4,337 | Status: Ongoing

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Synopsis: It's been years since high school, and also years since your fight, seeing Jinwoo after all this time is scary enough; but when you finally get to confront him you aren't sure who it is that's in front of you.

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Pairing: Sung Jin-Woo/Reader , Sung Jin-Woo/You

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Tags: Reader POV, Bickering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, First Kisses, High School (Almost) Sweethearts, Secret Crushes, Requited Love, Jinwoo has a nickname for the reader, Nickname - "Star",

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Picture from @oo0mika0oo ‘s icon edits

There’s usually something to be said about a nice cool evening breeze, head clearing you hear. Not tonight, not for you at least. You’ve never felt more muddled. The soft wind does nothing for the state of your emotional turmoil or the fact that you feel like you’re going to sweat to death in this stupid fucking outfit. Jinwoo gave you a call out of the blue a week ago sounding vaguely breathless and almost nothing like himself; but the number was definitely his. You really should’ve deleted his number but you couldn’t bring yourself to, besides you still keep in contact with Jinah on the occasion to check in, it felt wrong to delete just his. Regardless, you agreed when he asked to meet up, a silent agreement passed between you that you would try to let go of your past disagreements; or maybe that’s you being hopeful.

Well, you’ve made the plan, the time has come, you’re wearing your stupid little outfit so you look like you have your life together; the stage is set. Now all you need to do is go into the café, easy. Jinwoo shouldn’t even be here yet. Really you just have to stop pacing back and forth right outside the door as if you’ve never been inside an establishment in your life. You know how to open a fucking door, yet here you are digging your nails into your palms so hard they’re leaving dents.

You’re on maybe your thirteenth pass in front of the door, or is your thirtieth? You’ve long since lost count. Suffice to say you’re on an unknown number of loops in front of the door when you run square into someone, it was bound to happen, you’ve barely been looking at where you’re going. You’re so mortified you can’t even bear to look up at the person who was undoubtedly just trying to get into this café.

That’s it, you can’t do this, you know it’s getting close to the time you’re supposed to meet up with Jinwoo but how are you supposed to go in now? Following in directly after this person is just simply not an option. You mumble profuse apologies and quickly make your escape. You’re side-stepping around the stranger with a ducked head, aiming to get the hell out of dodge as quickly as possible.

Something catches your wrist and yanks you back hard enough that you go toppling backwards, for a moment you think you’re going to land flat on your ass and make an even bigger embarrassment of yourself but you land firmly against something hard, a chest? Dazed for a moment, it takes you a second to realize you’re loosely encircled in a pair of arms, a hand wrapped around your wrist. Did the stranger from before grab you? What an asshole. You’re ready to swear up a storm, maybe even start swinging, when a familiar voice stops you dead in your tracks.

“Chickening out?” Jinwoo asks from entirely too close to you. His voice is almost unreadable, but you think you can detect a small hint of disappointment in his words.

The jarring movements and the fact that you’re suddenly in Jinwoo’s arms has you spinning. “Hwuh-?” Real fucking eloquent, nice. Did you crash into him earlier, then make a break for it? And you thought you couldn’t feel like any more of a loser today.

You crane your head up to catch a glimpse at him, or rather someone that feasibly could be Jinwoo in another world. The man barely looks anything like the boy you knew in high school. It sends you absolutely reeling. No fucking shot.

“Who the fuck are you?” The words slip from your lips before you have the chance to stop them. You slap a hand over your mouth and he gives an awkward chuckle.

“Aha… as blunt as ever…” If not for the way his eyes crinkle when he replies you’d never believe that it’s him. Pulling away and turning around you take note of the fact that he hasn’t let go of your wrist, only loosened his hold.

“You gonna let me go?” You ask, narrowing your eyes.

He’s quick to reply, “Are you going to run again?”

“Depends on if you’re really Sung Jinwoo or not-” You can’t be sure at this point.

“In our last year of high school you fell asleep in class and when I tried to wake you up, you-”

“Alright-!” You cut him off, you really don’t need to be reminded of the rest of that story. Your cheeks feel hotter than they have any right to be. You’ll swear on your dying breath that you were joking when he tried to wake you up and you sleepily asked him to kiss you awake. You know, like a princess or something. You know you weren’t kidding but you’ll never admit that, not to Jinwoo of all people. It feels like something within you is shriveling into a tiny ball at the realization that he even recalls that and for some reason you feel the need to say so.

“Why do you even remember that?” You practically whine, dragging a laugh from Jinwoo. Something warm lights in your chest at the sound, it’s a deeper laugh than before. His voice has dropped farther and he seems far more confident, but the familiarity is still there. You missed him. The sense of apprehension and hurt from the fight that caused your fractured friendship lingers in the back of your mind and you try not to pay it any attention.

He tilts his head towards the door, “Do you want to go inside? I won’t force you.”

You only hesitate for a second before answering, “Yeah… yeah I do.”

His hand falls away from your wrist and your skin feels tingly where it once was, you don’t have time to dwell on it. He holds the door open for you and you thank him quietly as you slip in, your nerves slamming back into you full force by this point. There should be nothing to worry about, just coffee with an old friend, but is it really? Jinwoo seems so different. Not just in his appearance but the way he speaks, the way he carries himself, it’s all different. Meanwhile you’re still the exact same; or at least that’s how it feels.

When you go to order he asks you if you still have the same tastes and you almost feel embarrassed to say yes, perhaps you’re a creature of habit. When he orders his drink it’s different from what you’re expecting and you have to bite your tongue. Commenting on every little thing he does would probably be annoying.

The two of you find a table in the back of the café with your drinks and silence stretches on for a while. As you play with your straw he watches out the window quietly, looking rather content just to be here. You try to find words but you’re too busy raking your eyes over every aspect of him. His fingers aimlessly draw circles on the table, even his hands look different. You’re staring, you know that, but your eyes are continuously drawn to him, everything he does feels wrong you don’t know who this man is. It’s rude to think that but it’s churning your insides, this isn’t the sweet boy you were so head over heels for in high school. How are you even supposed to talk to this man?

You say the first thing that comes to your mind, “What the hell happened to your hair?”

“That’s what you’re concerned about?” He looks absolutely thrown, apparently he’s been able to tell you’re uncomfortable with his changes.

“Yes!” You lean forward quickly, smacking your hand on the table, perhaps a bit too loudly for the setting. It doesn’t even phase him, another new thing. “Well- no. All of it is fucking with me, but you used to look like a sad wet cat and that was so charming what happened to that?” Might as well be honest.

“I don’t know- I got older?” He pauses and his eyes slide over to the side, “I also do some working out…”

“Shit- I guess…” you mumble and lean back in your seat. Sighing, you drag your hand over your face. “I hate the hair. You look stupid.”

“Thanks,” he deadpans before taking a sip of his coffee. “I don’t know why you think you’re one to talk…That hair color looks terrible on you.”

“Thanks for the input.” You take an angry sip of your coffee before you spit, “Hunting-?“

He cuts you off, “Still doing it.” Your face twists in disgust and you have to look away from him. You hate that he became a hunter, it’s too fucking dangerous. The fatality rate on that shit is insane. The idea of losing your best friend to a dungeon killed you inside, you couldn’t bear it. Hence your huge blow out, Jinwoo wasn’t particularly happy with your lack of support, you wouldn’t back down, the rest is nasty history.

“I’m doing fine now,” he says, as if you need to hear that. A part of you does, you’ve always worried, but another worse part of you wished that he would’ve missed you just a little.

Regardless of the back part of your brain cursing him, the logical part of your brain is stronger. Your face softens and while you still can’t look at him, you swirl your drink and say, ”Yeah? That’s good.” Your words are genuine and you hope he knows that.

”You?” He prompts, hopeful lilt to his voice. It seems he’s genuinely trying to keep the conversation going. You don’t want to talk about yourself though. You really don’t.

You drop your chin into your hand, suddenly the music playing from the teenager’s phone three tables away is crystal clear. You’d rather not be having this conversation. “Y’know.”

He tilts his head, “I really don't, that's why I asked.”

You’ll just keep it vague. “Not much to talk about, got a job. Dated a bit.”

Suddenly he gets stiff, voice tight, ”I didn’t realize you had a partner.”

Your neck hurts, it's so tense, why did he have to ping on that? ”…ah. I don’t.”

He seems to relax almost imperceptibly but you’ve known him for far too long to be unaware of his tells. He seems intent on not dropping the matter, “Bad breakup? I didn’t see any pictures of a partner on your socials.” That’s because all of your partners have looked something like him, be it his hair or his previous body type, you had a streak and you didn’t want evidence. They’ve also all unfortunately been utterly awful because you’ve picked them out on looks alone without getting to know them in the slightest before dating them. Maybe you’re shallow, or maybe you’re just desperate for something you can’t have, call it what you will.

You set your cup down with intent, you are not having this conversation. You’d rather have any other conversation, even a worse one. So, you pick a fight, you’re good at that. “Why’d you tell me to get out of your life when I asked you not to be a hunter?”

He reels back for a moment, before narrowing his eyes, the challenge accepted, “Why’d you tell me you wouldn’t come to my funeral if I died?”

”Why are you so ready to die!?” You hiss, voice intentionally low, you don’t want to make a scene. “You never fucking think about how the people around you worry! You just throw yourself into shit and sacrifice yourself, you think that people’ll be grateful because they didn’t have to do it themselves But newsflash! You have people who care about you! You don’t get to decide that your life doesn’t matter!”

His eyes grow dark, body language becoming more aggressive than you’d like. “Do you think I want to die? Do you think I don’t know what pain feels like?” He hisses right back, you’re both just spitting vitriol at each other at this point.

“I’m not saying that! I’m saying you’re a fucking idiot that can’t take advice! This is why we stopped talking!” You can’t bring yourself to back down, even though you know you want to.

“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem!?” And that’s the end of that, you have no comeback. He looks like he regrets his words as soon as he says them but it doesn’t matter. It hits hard enough to shatter something in you. You have thought about that actually. You agonized over that for quite a while after you guys stopped talking, then over it again and again after each of your failed relationships, and you tormented yourself with it when you finally went no contact with your parents. You’ve always had it in the back of your mind. It never stops being there.

You don’t say anything and neither does he. A few times he opens his mouth like he’s going to say something but then proceeds to close it and look down at his drink. He turns the cup back and forth a few times as if that will give him the answers he needs. You know it won’t, neither of you have an answer to this whole fucking mess.

You sigh heavily, you don’t want to be here anymore. The noise draws Jinwoo’s eyes back to you, “Glad to know you’re still alive. Keep it that way.” The last thing you want is to be right about him dying in a dungeon but you don’t think that’ll happen anymore. He seems different now, more composed, stronger, dangerous even. You wonder what changed him. Was it hunting?

Your chair scrapes against the floor as you stand up. You wish it hadn’t been like this. You wish you two had never fought over him becoming a hunter. You wish everything had just stayed the same. More than anything you wish you hadn’t missed out on your chance to tell him how you felt years ago. Things could have been so different.

You turn your back on him for the second, and hopefully final time in your life. Yanking the café door open you’re hit with a blast of cool air and this time it does do something for you, it’s not calming but at least you feel less overheated. Maybe you should just take your sweater off, it’s doing more harm than good at this point.

You don’t get very far before a voice calls out for you from behind you. An old nickname resurfaces from the depths of hell just to stop you in your tracks and nearly make you trip over your own feet. “Star.” You haven’t heard that nickname in what feels like a lifetime, but more jarringly you know that tone. It’s the same soft, desperate voice as the time you were sick with a raging fever and Jinwoo took care of you for three days. He says it like he’s afraid he’ll lose you and he can’t bear the thought of that. Your steps falter and your fists clench. It hurts your heart for just a moment before something vicious takes over you.

You don’t turn around, you can’t, there’s hot, angry tears welling up in your eyes. You don’t want him to see, it might break you, and you will not cry here. Not today, not when you’ve already embarrassed yourself in front of this stupid café enough today.

“Don’t call me that,” you spit. Trembling, you pull in on yourself. You need desperately to hold it together. Emotions you barely know how to name swirl inside of you. You’re angry about a years old fight, about the fact that you don’t recognize the man that used to be your best friend. You’re hurting because you don’t know what you’re supposed to do in this situation. You’re confused, you’re anxious, you just want everything to make sense. Who the hell is Jinwoo anymore? Who are you?

He says your name in the same soft tone, before he tugs on your shoulder. You’re weak to him, he turns you around and you go willingly, as if he’s magnetic. When you finally look at him the sight of the apologetic look on your face forces the wetness in your eyes to spill over. A sob escapes your lips and he pulls you into his chest; you don’t have any desire to stop him.

“I’m sorry. Really…” The pain in Jinwoo’s voice is palpable.

“Does my hair look that bad?” It’s not what you want to ask but it’s all that comes out of your mouth. Asking the harder questions feels impossible right now.

“No, star… I’m sorry, I was just trying to be mean,” he mumbles into your hair. Maybe that’s what does it, the soft admission of guilt from Jinwoo has everything bubbling up your throat in an instant.

“I missed you!” You sob, “I missed you so much and now I don’t recognize you!” Balling up your fist you weakly thump his chest. “You don’t need me anymore…” you whisper. That’s the crux of it isn’t it. He got all big and cool and strong so what does he need you for? Maybe he called you just to rub it in your face. “You don’t need me! And you hate me! Why am I even here!? To fight more? I don’t want that!”

Jinwoo makes a pained noise, “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I didn’t call you here to fight… I… wanted to apologize, I wanted to show you that I’ve gotten stronger so you wouldn’t be so worried about me hunting… I’ve missed you so much, you know?” You shake your head into his chest. You truly never could have guessed that he missed you, hoped certainly, but not guessed. “How could I not?” He asks with a hollow laugh, as if he’s been hurting for years.

You mumble quietly into his shirt, “Missed you more…” You can’t help your overwhelming need to compete with him on little shit like this. You two have always been trying to one-up each other. At least you’ve stopped crying.

He huffs a laugh, “Hmm I don’t know…” You have to prove him wrong, you have to. You pull back from the hug so you can narrow your eyes at him.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen so I think I win,” you say completely without thought, as if you haven’t been keeping that a secret for ten years.

His lips curl up, “I’ve been in love with you since you pushed me down the stairs on the first day of school.”

“That was an accident!” The words come out of you in a burst before you have time to fully process what all’s been said. When the ramifications of what you’ve said sink in your face goes red. What the hell have you done? Then when what he’s said sinks in you start stuttering wordless sounds. When you can finally get some coherent words out they sound something like, “You- wh- huh? In love? With me?”

“I guess that is what I said, huh?” He says slightly contemplatively; who is this man? His confidence is insane, nothing like the Jinwoo from school. You dive back into his shirt because it’s the only place you can go to hide your face. He laughs and wraps his arms around you tighter, rocking the two of you back and forth slightly.

You mutter into his shirt, “We’re so stupid.” After all this time, this is the straw?

“Mm, yeah,” he agrees; he sounds kind of happy about it though.

You pinch his side, forced to take note of the complete lack of softness there, bye-bye baby fat you guess. “I can hear you smiling, you dick, knock it off.”

“I can’t be happy my feelings aren’t one-sided?”

“Yeah- okay well…” You’re happy too, ecstatic even, but you’re also conflicted, you’re still not sure who this new person is.

“You don’t know if we’re compatible now,” he says quietly into your hair.

“Yeah…” You pull away and hesitate for a long moment before you ask a question you’ve always assumed you knew the answer to. But maybe you don’t know the answer like you thought. You can’t look at him as you whisper, “Do you think it’s too late?”

“Hmm I don’t know… It’s almost 7pm…” He hums with his hand on his chin. You peek at him and see his stupid pose, it saps the seriousness right out of the moment.

You kick him in the shin, hard.

“You’re such a jackass!” You’re fuming a little but you can’t help the laughter bubbling out of your lips. A stray tear spills over your cheek, clearly leftover from the previous wetness in your eyes. Despite the fact that you no longer feel the urge to cry it almost feels fitting, the catharsis of knowing you weren’t alone in your feelings for all this time deserves a single tear.

Jinwoo wipes it away slowly, gently, as if he’ll break you otherwise. “It might be too late-” His words plummet your stomach to the floor, however he continues, “But I don’t think we’ll ever know if we don’t try?” The uplift at the end of the sentence betrays how nervous he is. He seems to phrase it as a question so you know he’s anxious about your answer. You’re anxious too, so much so that you’ve started trembling again, but you think they might be the good kind of nerves.

“Trying… I would like that,” your voice is barely audible but the smile he gives seems to say he heard you loud and clear. You clear your throat, “We may need to work some things out first, I feel like we’ve got some unresolved issues.”

“I trust we’ll figure it out, older and wiser and all that.”

“Wiser my ass.” Oh well, you’ll either sort your shit out or not. Regardless of the risks, hope blossoms in your chest at the idea that something you’ve wanted for so long could be right within reach. It almost doesn’t feel real. You take two steps back and lean against one of the bollards at the edge of the street.

“I don’t know about you but I feel a little bit like I’m having the weirdest dream of my life right now,” you say with a wistful sigh. Jinwoo cocks his head to the side and looks contemplative for a second before he steps into your space and leans over you.

You crane your neck to look up at him as he says, “I could try to wake you up, see if you’re really asleep.”

“What? Like pinch me or something? No thanks.”

“Nah, I was thinking of finally making good on that request of yours.” He leans in until he’s mere inches from your face, lips so very close to your own.

“Req- oh… y-yeah. Yeah, okay.” Maybe it’s a little fast, or maybe it’s long overdue. Jinwoo takes your stuttering go-ahead happily, closing the gap with an utter lack of smoothness that speaks volumes of an absence of experience; it makes your heart soar. Are you his first kiss? You hope so, this inexperienced Jinwoo feels like the one you knew before, it’s sweet. You’re preparing yourself to learn to love the new version of Jinwoo but it’s at least nice to know that not everything has changed. The kiss is fumbling and unbelievably cute, Jinwoo isn’t diving for your tongue or anything but he is applying too much pressure and he’s very eager. It’s quite sweet.

Unfortunately you must be the one to pull away first, mostly because you really want to tell him something. “I think I’m awake, prince charming.”

He wrinkles his nose at the stupid nickname but it makes him even cuter. “Glad to hear it,” he says breathlessly, cheeks pinker than the sunset behind you.

“You’re so cute…” you coo, touching his cheek. He leans into it for just a moment before pulling away, face going even redder. “I’m not teasing, by the way.”

“Yeah okay,” he mutters, avoiding your eyes, “It’s getting late, I should take you home.”

“Shut up, it’s not even that late, you just want to go home and squeal into your pillow because you’re gonna get laid soon.”

“I’m going to push you into traffic,” he mutters before he seems to process the last part of your statement fully, then he echoes faintly, “Soon?”

“Not if you push me into traffic-” You tease and hold your hand out, he takes it, pulling you up even though you didn’t really need the help; you kind of just wanted to hold his hand. “Anyway, you wanna get dinner or something? Catch up?” He shrugs in reply but he still seems dazed about the idea of getting laid, which is enough of an answer. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Of course you would,” he says without any real bite, seeming to snap back to himself. “Next thing- you’re gonna to invite yourself over to see Jinah.”

“Ooh- can I? We could grab something on the way back to your place.”

“That wasn’t supposed to be a suggestion!” His voice is shrill and his cheeks still pink, you wonder if he’s embarrassed about the idea of you seeing his sister after all this time.

You pout, “I guess…”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his head. “Some other time… I promise, okay?” You light up, beaming at him. “Come on, I’ll buy you dinner,” he tugs on your hand; you didn’t realize you were still holding on like that. He didn’t seem to mind, seeing as he didn’t let go, instead he uses his grip on you to pull you forward. You follow him without hesitation, you wonder how far he’ll take you.

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444rockstargf · 8 months

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subby charlie giving head and cumming in his pants

:((

yes!!! this is so him.

"i fell for another loser." | charlie walker

in my feelings. - lana del rey

female!reader x charlie

contents: oral (f receiving)

not proofread.

you had him in this position for hours, but it didnt seem like he was going to grow tired anytime soon.

your legs were spread with him sitting on the floor between them, his head buried in you thighs as he hungrily sucked on your little pussy. he let out soft whimpers as you tugged on his hair, signalling for him to go faster.

he moved against the matress a little, desperate for even a little bit of movement on his rock hard, aching cock. he would've been jerking himself off by now if both his hands werent occupied at the moment.

you'd spill out little praises from time to time, telling him what a good job he was doing. "y-yeah... just like that, char... so good.." your words of approval would give him a little boost of confidence, making him slip two fingers into your wet cunt.

he'd whisper little things in between licks. "you taste so good..." he'd say as he moved his hips into the matress, whimpering softly as he desperately needed relief from his throbbing boner.

just the thought of him being able to touch you this way would be enough so send him off the edge, so actually being able to do it was life changing for him.

you both could hear how wet your pussy was getting, and this made charlie's body feel sensations that he's never felt before. he lapped up all your liquids, pumping his fingers in and out of you. you pulled his hair as your moans started to become more frequent.

charlie felt his body burn up as he imagined you cumming all over his face. he so badly wanted to be covered in your liquids. his bulge was straining against his jeans, begging to be let free.

you rolled your hips slightly into charlie's touch as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm. your clit began to pulsate as you felt blood rushing through your body.

there was a knot forming in your stomach, growing bigger as each second passed. charlie sensed that you were getting closer to cumming all over him, and he couldnt help but feel proud of himself for being the one to bring you to that point.

he felt his restrained cock starting to throb as the sweet sound of your moans filled the room. his fingers reached the perfect spot inside of you, making the knot snap.

you cried out as your orgasm flooded through you, charlie sticking his tongue into your hole to get every drop of cum that came out of you. at the same time, charlie's body grew unbearably hot, and before he knew it, he found himself about to cum as well, completely untouched.

he moaned into your pussy as cum leaked out his cock, ruining his pants. the vibrations that came out of his mouth only intensified your orgasm. his head was getting crushed by your thighs. at this moment, he couldnt be happier.

his body trembled as he felt the tension in his pants loosening just a little. you pulled his head away from your pussy and sat up to look at him. he looked incredibly embarrassed and you didnt know why.

you looked down and saw the large wet stain on his pants. you couldnt believe it. you didnt think it would take so little to make him cum so much. you smirked at him. "had an accident, char?" you laughed, and he just rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

author's note: thank you so much for the request! i love subby charlie sooo much its not even funny. i hope you all liked this one, and im currently working on more requests so stay tuned.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker smut #ghostface #scream 4 #scream #scre4m #444rockstargf

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yanderecrazysie · 6 months

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How was your day? I hope it was great! 😊

A quote help inspire this brainrot and that is “Always the bridesmaid never the bride”.

Now I recently re-read your Unrequited story and got an idea. What if yandere Atsumu miya x best friend reader where Reader has a huge crush on him but Atsumu is a major playboy who don’t see Reader as a woman and thought she was tomboy. Like Reader and Atsumu are best friends and rivals since childhood as Reader is the Star player of the female volleyball. The reader is more on the muscular side and cut her hair short due to it getting in the way of her games. Like reader can keep up with the Male Volleyball team and even competes with the miya twins during practice. Even if reader acts tomboy-ish, she is still straight and actually a romantic at heart and wants to date but because of her general muscular appearance and gruff attitude boys are intimidated by her. Others boys don’t even see her as a woman and the general school thought that she was boy due to her looking like a boy similar to Haru from Ouran HighSchool host club. But the reader has huge crush of Atsumu since they were little but Atsumu is busy playing around with more feminine girls. Atsumu unintentionally ignores Reader’s confession thinking that she’s just joking around and gets into a fling with a girl that is opposite of reader: gentle, slim and beautiful. The reader heartbroken by Atsumu still wishes him a happy relationship and goes to cry for a little while but to her surprise Osamu comforts her and allows her to vent about her feelings and insecurities about her body and how she feels like boys don’t perceive her as woman. After some time, Reader and Osamu began to fall in love due to Osamu being there for reader and treating her the way she wants to be treated but when reader during a victory party gets drunk she unintentionally revealed her old feelings to Atsumu and with tears in her eyes said that she always supported him and wanted to him to see her as a woman but its too late and osamu just picks up the reader to avoid making a scene . How would Atsumu take this and what would he feel seeing that he lost the reader forever and to his own twin brother no less.

Hope you have a wonderful day!

Oooooh this is some good brainrot right here. Atsumu would totally be exactly like this too.

I feel like this turned out really stiff-sounding somehow.

Title: Overlook

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x Reader; non-yandere Miya Osamu x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, masculine female reader, drunk reader

Summary: Atsumu only sees you as one of the boys.

overlook

/verb/

fail to notice (something)

The ball slammed against the floor, shooting back up into the air as the girls’ team cheers. The scoreboard was flipped, showing the numbers 25 to 20.

“Thank you for the game!” the two teams told each other a moment later before breaking up to mingle among each other.

“Congratulations on the final point,” Osamu cheered, clapping you on the back. You’re glad your childhood friend isn’t a sore loser.

“Girls versus boys, and the girls win- how unfair,” Atsumu, another childhood friend, was less charitable, a defined pout on his face.

“That sounds pretty sexist,” you warned teasingly, “Assuming the boys will win and all.”

Atsumu responded back with an even bigger pout. You laughed, trying to hide the blush from your cheeks as you looked at him.

A dark-haired boy walked over to stand next to Atsumu. He gave you a bored look for a moment before saying, “I thought you were a boy at first. You know, because of the short hair and muscles.”

A flush spread across your face. You knew that was how most people saw you, but it hurt hearing it directly from someone.

“That’s not very nice, Suna,” Osamu said coldly. You silently thanked him, giving a timid little nod.

Everyone thought you were a boy when they first saw you. It didn’t matter that you were somewhat girly, other than liking sports, it didn’t matter if you wore the girls’ uniform or had a romantic worldview- you weren’t seen as a woman at all.

You supposed it couldn’t be helped too much- your hairstyle was very typical of a boy’s and your figure was not very feminine. You were tall, muscular, and flat-chested.

The coaches of each team blew their whistles and you gathered with your team to hear the critiques from the practice match. You could tell that your coach was proud of you all for winning against the boys and you beamed whenever she praised your strength.

You were the one randomly chosen to stay behind and clean the gym. You didn’t mind at all, it always gave you time to think.

The boys left the gym, all except for Atsumu. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized he must’ve been chosen to stay and clean too! The blush that spread across your face was massive, touching even the tips of your ears, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

Not a minute later and the two of you were alone together, running around, picking up balls and things that had been left behind. Once you had finished with that, the two of you headed for the janitorial closet to get the brooms.

“Hey, Atsumu,” your heart was pounding in your ears, but you knew this was the time to ask, when you were completely alone for once and not around each other’s teammates.

“What’s up, (Y/n)?” Atsumu asked, grabbing a large broom.

“I… I like you…” You blurted out, “Like… a lot.”

Atsumu immediately laughed, “Same, yer one of my closest friends, I’m almost as close to ya as Osamu.”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” you said frantically, “I mean-”

“Come on, I want to get this over with,” Atsumu whined, slipping past you and placing the broom on the floor, “Stop joking around.”

Your heart sank and tears leapt to your eyes. A strangled “okay” left your lips but you were anything but okay.

You shouldn’t have come to this party. Not if you wanted to keep your sanity.

Nearly the first sight you’d been greeted with was Atsumu making out with some random girl on the couch. The worst part had to be how the girl looked- skinny, feminine, large-breasted, and short. The complete opposite of you was clearly Atsumu’s type.

When Atsumu walked up to you with her on his arm, it’s all you could do to wish them a congratulations. You’re tearful the moment they turn away.

“Are you okay?” A soft voice asked you. You looked over to the source and were surprised to see Osamu standing next to you.

“I’m fine,” the minute the words leave your mouth, you burst into tears.

Osamu gently led you over to one of the open private rooms and rubbed your back as you sob into your hands. You’re thankful for the comforting motions.

“What’s the matter?” Osamu asked you.

The words spill out of your mouth before you can even think about keeping quiet, “No one sees me as a woman, Osamu. I look like a guy and that’s all everyone thinks of me.”

“I see ya as a woman,” Osamu said quietly, “I always have.”

Before you know it, he’s closing the gap between you both. You allow it to happen, surprised by how soft his lips are as they meet your own. You melt into the kiss as though it were the only thing that mattered.

Three months later, another party rolls around. It’s a celebration for the team going to nationals and you’re there to support Osamu. You’ve drowned at least four drinks by now, and they’re nowhere near light on the alcohol.

You’re stumbling around, nearly blackout drunk at this point, when you run into Atsumu. Your feelings for him have long since faded, replaced by a fondness for his twin, but you can’t stop the words from coming. The alcohol has obliterated your filter.

“You know, I used to have a crush on you,” you giggle drunkenly, “All I wanted was for you to see me as a woman but noooo.”

You sway a little as a hiccup leaves your mouth, and you continue, “But it’s all for the best, right? Now I’ve got someone else, someone better.” A smile spreads across your face as you look across the crowded room to Osamu, who sends a grin back your way. You give a little wave, which almost sends you off-balance in your drunken state.

“I’ve found happiness elsewhere.”

Atsumu stares at you, mind working a mile a minute.

You’d had a crush on him? How hadn’t he noticed? How hadn’t he seen you?

You looked every bit the part of a woman, decked out in a pretty dress for the party and a little bit of makeup. Yet, Atsumu had never bothered to look at you that way.

Maybe his feelings for you were sparked from the jealousy that his brother had something he didn’t. How dare ‘Samu take you away when you’d liked him first?

Maybe it was the rejection of your previous feelings, the knowledge that you’d moved on, even without him ever knowing you’d liked him in the first place.

As Atsumu watches you nuzzle up to his twin, giving him a peck on the lips, he feels white-hot jealousy course through his veins.

He wonders if he can get you to feel that way about him again.

Even if it hurts his brother in the process.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #one shot #yandere atsumu #miya atsumu

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(sending again because I think it got eaten the first time)

Mera,,, you hit my weak spot with the tags on the dacryphilia ask w/ Azul,,, Not only was Azul being a crybaby just *chef's kiss* but,,, Bottom tweels in the tags!!! orz

I'm so weak for tall, strong men being submissive, it's unfair,,, Jade especially!! Always so put together and perfect, it just make you wanna mess him up even more!!! I imagine at first he'd try to save face, insisting he doesn't feel a thing... but after wringing a few orgasms out of him, he's a sobbing, drooling mess 💕💕🫣

Of course, Floyd would act like a brat throughout the whole thing,, you'd have to tie him up to get him to behave (if you can manage that). He's squirming and kicking the whole time, complaining about how it's too much and it doesn't feel good anymore and he can't even cum more than this-- He secretly loves having all your attention, but he won't admit it 👉👈

Or or or!! Eating them out/fingering them in their merforms!!! Just thinking about them wrapping their tails around you because they're so overwhelmed, but it feels so good,, 🤤💕 OTL

Bottom eels are cutest eels and I will never be immune to their charms 💕💕 (bonus point if reader is smaller than them because size kink hehehe)

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Azul being a crybaby is just so !!!!!!! OTL I love love love the idea of him falling for his bully even though they treat him so terribly. It's some sort of Stockholm syndrome he develops in which he comes to associate you with comfort even if your words are mean and you look at him like he's filth. :( no one has ever paid this much attention to him before, whether positive or negative, so any type of attention makes him feel so special. AAAAAA so many thoughts, but I will spare you the ramble!! >_<

Bottom tweels... >:) yes yes yes!!!! Picturing Jade as a sobbing, drooling mess is so good. I just think he deserves to be reduced to a loser virgin who has never known the touch of another until you and he just folds the minute he puts the tip in or the moment your lips wrap around his dick. Jade being so overly sensitive that even your fingertips waltzing across his heated skin is enough to bring tears to his eyes. Tie him up and ride him until he can't cum anymore, or fuck him into the mattress and his brain shuts off. He goes from cold, calculating eel to sobbing, gasping, mess of eel by his third orgasm.

And Floyd... omg he's such a brat!!! You're so right! He fights you with everything he's got because it makes things more exhilarating and he also just doesn't like the idea of being pinned down so easily, but wring a few orgasms from him and he's reduced to a whiny mess. He's practically putty in your hands at that point. <3 he still tries to struggle if only because he's so restless and overstimulated and he's cumming dry, but he can't stop moving his hips. orz no thoughts in his brain, just sex sex sex sex.

EATING THEM OUT/FINGERING THEM IN THEIR MER FORMS AAAAAAAAA OTL OTL and they're wrapping their tails around you to hold you in place so you won't stop. It feels soooo good and they're soooo sensitive and !!!!!!!! Floyd has to actively restrain himself from squeezing you to breaking, but he can't help tightening his grip. Neither can Jade, but he's a little bit better at keeping his strength in check. Most of the time. ;;;; but they're both so easy when they're like this, sprawled on the sea floor and begging you for more. >:)

I love bottom eels. <3 they're so cute. If you're smaller than them, it's even better because no one will believe that you're capable of reducing these eels (who are so much bigger and stronger than you) into the most desperate bottoms ever!!!! And maybe they let you collar them and tug them around with a leash hehe. It's such a yummy dynamic when size difference is involved. Jade and Floyd adore you; they'd kill for you. orz you're just so perfect and the twins are so whipped.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #🦈 anon

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kedsandtubesocks · 9 months

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I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT GIRL DAD GOJO PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Eri…if I could go back in time and tell last month me you would be sending me this ask I would’ve thought I was sent into another dimension but I AM SO GLAD WE ARE HERE OMFG!!!!!!!

Girl Dad Gojo… goodness the two of them would be thick as thieves until she is older and utterly unimpressed by her father, the greatest sorcerer of all time, because to baby girl he is simply papa or aka the loser who cried when she learned how to ride a bike

The first time she get sick he is a total wreck. He just wants to keep her safe but her fever has her in tears and all he can do is hold his whimpering sick baby. He’s reminded of how human and small he actually is because of this tiny babe wrecking his heart. He stays up the entire night to make sure she sleeps good (he of course gets sick the next week and he’s even worse at being a baby about it than she is)

Anytime she tries to crawl he is lying on the floor right there besides her yelling outloud play by commentary of her movements like she’s a sports athlete and he’s the excited announcer cheering her on

The first time she takes her first steps, he’s away on a mission. Of course he’s so proud but he’s angry and hurt he missed one of the biggest moments of his baby’s life… but the minute he warps home and the second he sees her waddling to him with the biggest gummy smile all that anger and frustration just melts away, especially when you gasp seeing her walk more than four steps without falling, and of course it is to him. He doesn’t shut up about it for MONTHS!

When she’s a little bigger and has playtime Satoru is right there with her and taking every one of her ideas very seriously! If she tells him he is a pink feathery dragon that shoots out glitter then you bet your cute ass he’s going to be the best pink feathery glitter shooting dragon ever!

He loves tea time with her and has a secret stash of cookies for them that you don’t know about cause it’s just for them!

When she learns how to make friendship bracelets the first one she makes is for him and Gojo cries when she hands him the mismatched colored beaded bracelet. He wears it EVERYWHERE! He about beats the ever living shit out of a curse user for making fun of the colorful bracelet when they see it

They for sure tag team against you because as much as she is half yours, she is still a Gojo and learns from the Gojo considered to be the best

However, when you have to leave for a trip and leave the two of them alone they are having the biggest ball for the first hour. Until they both crack and are FaceTiming you crying about how much they miss you

He dramatically sings all her favorite nursery rhyme songs to make her giggle, he also does funny voices for all her stuffed animals

He doesn’t let her win at ANYTHING video game wise because as he tells you “it’s keeping her humble”

When she tugs at his pant legs he doesn’t hesitate to kneel down to her level to speak to her eye to eye or let her whisper into his ear because they are both AWFUL gossips and noisy as hell!!! They also argue about the DUMBEST things like which digimon is best and because they’re both stubborn and ridiculous they make you pick sides!

The first time she sees a curse and cries clutching him so terrified is when Gojo swears he understands all over again why he was born to be a sorcerer, born to be the strongest. Yes it’s to protect the world but he was born to protect his world, this little stinker who sticks her tongue out at him when he eats the last bite of cake and happily grins when she gets to cuddle you and he doesn’t

Because yes you are his gravity keeping him stable and so strong, but she is his universe

#OKAY I NEED TO GO BITE MY ARM OFF NOW 🤡#ERI WHAT HAVE YOU DONE #YOU UNLEASHED ME #but also wowowow I love you I’m gonna cry BCS HERE WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS MORON!!!#Eri’s tag 🐝✨#cw kids #Gojo 🩵#asks and such things 💌#long post #just in case

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mykoreanlove · 3 months

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• friendship service •

„Shall we have another drink?“

Your best friend linked arms with you while guiding you to the next bar. You haven’t seen each other in a while, so naturally you wanted to prolong the night as long as you could.

„What about the sofa bar?“

Taemin chuckled confused.

„Sofa bar?“

You beamed at him proudly.

„You still have a lot to learn from me, Taemin. Come on.“

You entered and got met with a lot of people, there was barely room to breathe. Taemin was right behind you as you scanned the venue for an empty sofa.

„Hey, y/n, there is a dude in here that stared at you the moment we entered. He can’t keep his eyes off you.“

You looked at him surprised.

„Really? I didn’t even notice.“

Your eyes kept scanning the room until you landed on those pair of eyes that kept gazing at you.

„No fucking way“, you muttered under your breath.

Your stomach dropped.

It was Minho, your last summer‘s love affair that you would have liked to evolve into something more. But he chose to ditch you and fuck every girl he encountered, so that’s that.

He smiled at you, waving his hand and you smiled back. At least you thought you did, this whole thing felt like an out of body experience.

„Taemin“, you turned around quickly whispering into his ear, „that’s Minho.“

His eyes widened in surprise.

„You’re kidding?!“

You walked past by him and left the bar, hiding in the dark alley next to it.

„Oh my god, are you for real? That jerk? With the perm? Sweetie, he was sitting there with a downgrade. You shouldn’t even worry about this.“

Your whole body was shaking - this was the second time you saw him with another girl. You made your peace with him fucking the whole city but why did you had to see this, again?

Taemin crouched next to you, patting your back.

„Hey, are you okay?“

„How did he see me so fast? Does that mean he was bored by his date?“

He took your hands into his and smiled.

„You entered the bar being radiant and beautiful as ever. Believe me, everyone would have noticed right away.“

Taemin always knew how to cheer you up and you adored him for that.

„Come on“, he helped you up to your feet. „Let’s find a Minho free establishment.“

After the initial shock had passed you made your way to your most beloved restaurant, singing and goofing around. You took a glance on your phone as you got lost in the darkness.

„Oh my god“, you gasped.

Taemin turned around.

„What is it?“

You handed him your phone.

Minho: Hey! Where are you?

„He DMed you on social media? Did he lose your number? What a loser.“

Panic arose in you.

„What does that mean? He is sitting there with another girl and is texting me?“

Your best friend shrugged.

„She probably isn’t that interesting to him. Surely not compared to you. Are you going to answer?“

You debated internally, unsure of what to do. You put your phone back into your pocket and kept walking.

„Maybe later.“

The next two hours were filled with endless amounts of soju, a lot of shrill karaoke and picturesque photo booths. You had so much fun with Taemin that you didn’t even notice your phone.

„Here“, he handed it to you, „it’s been ringing nonstop.“

Slightly plastered you took a look.

1 missed call by Minho and another message, this time it was a text.

Taemin glanced over your shoulder and gasped, joining in on your bewilderment.

„Why is he doing that?“

You would have liked to be cool about it and brush it off but a part of you still hoped for him to change.

To call you and explain himself and apologize and want you back.

But the bigger part of you knew that he was a narcissist that only cared about himself.

„I guess he really wants to see you“, Taemin said.

You scoffed. „I guess he really wants to fuck tonight and thinks I’ll be willingly waiting for him.“

Taemin downed another shot while watching you.

„You don’t have to answer y/n. If you think it helps then do it but if not, then don’t.“

You downed another shot and thought about it.

„You’re right. If I let him back into my life he‘ll act the exact same way. Like he always does. And I don’t want to live like that anymore. I don’t want to get my hopes up only to be crushed again. I want the real deal.“

You glanced up at the ceiling, as if you were talking to god directly.

„Listen up, god, universe, whoever is up there. I am done with this. I’m really, really done with this trash. Please, bring me my love now.“

Taemin watched you silently, smiling dearly.

People had often asked why he wasn’t dating you and it was hard to give a proper explanation. He was just as fond of you as you were of him but you promised each other not to do anything that would risk your friendship. Both of you dated a lot of people and they always left, you were the only constants in each other‘s lives and that wasn’t about to change anytime soon.

But moments like these made it extremely hard to obey that agreement. In this moment he wanted nothing more than to make you feel good and take your pain away.

Fuck Minho and all the other losers. „You know it’s a shame“, you slurred your words.

„What is?“

„Minho and I had great chemistry. He definitely knew how to fuck.“

As you downed another shot Taemin got up and paid the bill.

„Where are we going?“

He ushered you out of the restaurant and into a cab, going straight to his place.

„Taemin, hello? Are you kidnapping me?“

He cornered over you, gazing daringly into your eyes.

„Fuck“, you muttered under your breath.

„I know what we said about being friends“, he whispered into your ear as his hands wandered over your body.

„And I know I can’t fuck you“, his plush lips left kisses on your neck, sucking on the delicate skin.

Suddenly, he lifted you up and walked you towards the bedroom, laying you down on his kingsize bed, gently as if you could break any minute.

„But I can do this“, he whispered as he held your skirt up and pushed your panties to the side, entering you with his long fingers.

A moan escaped your lips.

You had dreamed about this moment so often, even though you decided to stay friends. And he respected that.

Kind of.

Taemin watched your breathing get hitched, watched your breasts moving up and down, watched you clench around his curved fingers more and more.

„Fuck me“, he muttered under his breath.

You were already close but he didn’t want this to stop. Hastily, he withdrew his fingers and searched for something in his drawer.

His actions were met with your whines, desperate and needy whines that were dependent on him.

„Sshhh baby, just a minute“, he hushed you. Taemin rushed back and positioned himself in between your legs as he held a vibrating toy against your clit.

The sensations were driving you crazy, your legs shaking relentlessly now.

„This feels - oh - so good. Taemin, I- oh.“

He licked his lips watching you, loving every minute of it.

„Let’s see how long you’re still hung up over that Minho dickhead, hm?“, he muttered under his breath.

He intensified the vibration and made you cum in seconds, wetting everything around you.

Taemin was so turned on, he had never realized that he could have that effect on you.

Your legs fell flat and you just laid there, riding your high and trying to breathe again.

Your peaceful state got interrupted by Taemin‘s chuckle, alerting you of what had happened just now.

You got up hastily, covering yourself with a blanket. A sad pout formed on his face.

„Why y/n? I’ve already seen everything.“

Your face turned red.

„I…“, you stumbled to find words.

Taemin got up, making you painfully aware of his erection. He placed a kiss on your forehead before he turned around, vanishing into his bathroom.

„Don’t think too much into it, y/n. That was merely a…“, he paused shortly, „friendship service.“

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dododan · 3 months

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Mainly my strange idea of what the songs in the Hazbin Hotel series represent. I don't know how much of this can be called a theory, but there were a few things that caught my attention. Apart from the wonderful performance of the songs, I feel they are very important to the storyline itself.

There are also some thoughts on Charlie <3

Episode 1 "Overture" - do songs have power?

During the story at the beginning of the episode, specifically the bit about Lucifer, I got the impression that Charlie greatly admires his father for being a dreamer and imaginative. Probably because they both share these qualities. Charlie is also a dreamer as evidenced by the very idea of running a hotel for sinners.

The very portrayal of Lilith and the pointing out that she motivated the demons with her voice and songs, making them grow stronger. I think the songs play a bigger part in the storyline than you might initially recognise.

The songs in the series are sung consciously, everyone around is also aware that someone is singing a song. It is not portrayed as in other TV series or musicals that someone's song is natural to those around them and invisible as, for example, in High School Musical, where the characters sang and it was part of their world. In Hazbin Hotel, when the characters sing, everyone around them knows it and may wonder why someone is singing at that particular moment. The characters sing because it is important in some way - you can see this with Charlie. The song 'Happy Day in Hell' gives her strength when she has to go to meet the angels. She is motivated and full of energy. And before the song she was quite worried about the meeting or even nervous. The same is true in other episodes when the characters sing. The songs allow them to open up to others in some way ('Loser,Baby'), to reveal their fears ('Poison'), to seek motivation ('Happy Day in Hell' or 'Whatever it takes'), to show their strength ('Stayed Gone'). The songs carry a message and are not just embellishment or variety to the episode.

Lilith also sang, and Hell grew. That's my theory on the songs in the series.

Something that puzzles is Lilith's disappearance itself. What could have prompted the queen of Hell who made the place flourish to leave? To abandon her beloved daughter and the sinners she cared for? Something serious. Maybe Lilith herself wanted to stop the extermination somehow and that's why she disappeared to somehow solve it. Another theory is that maybe she disappeared for 7 years because she is trapped somewhere? Maybe the angels, knowing that it was thanks to Lilith that Hell was growing stronger decided to capture her?

We also clearly see Charlie's problems with the persia she has put on herself. It seems to me that in the story itself at the beginning she portrays herself as a saviour on whom there is great responsibility. She feels that she has to do something great to match her mother, particularly as she is not with her now. It seems to me that Charlie greatly admires both his parents and puts them on a pedestal by which he tries to meet the impossible - the salvation of sinners.

Charlie tries very hard to be good. She doesn't offend anyone and chooses her words to praise people, but also to point out faults. She's not naive, but maybe she's trying too hard to be good? Something to the effect that she tries to be as good as possible, but in a way it holds her back? Somewhat related to this pressure she puts on herself to match her parents because she admires them so much. It's as if Charlie thinks that being good to others and passing on that goodness will fix everything, but it's as if she doesn't take action to stop the evil. It's as if she thinks that any use of her position as princess of Hell or her powers involves doing something evil. This was the conclusion I came to in the episode 'Masquerade' when Charlie saw how Angel was treated by Valentino. It was a moment where I thought Charlie would snap and use her power to actually improve Angel's situation, e.g. freeing him from Valentino's hands by taking away his contract, or forcing Valentino to treat Angel better. After all, Charlie is Lucifer's daughter? She probably has the power to do it herself, but Angel's objections were enough to make her stop. I think this shows that Charlie is afraid to stand her ground and fight back when she sees opposition from those she cares about even if she sees them getting hurt. It's just my opinion, but Charlie kind of chickened out at that point. It makes me wonder what needs to happen for Charlie to finally have the courage to stand firmly on her own.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #angel dust #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel theory #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel song

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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months

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Lucien finally loses it and does something bat shit crazy part 3

“Only a Vanserra could outsmart a Vanserra.”

Lucien starts to execute his evil plan! *me cackling* Lucien stood before the shadowsinger and pretended not to notice the slight intertwining of Elain’s scent with him. Lucien knew the male hadn’t touched Elain intimately in any way, but he knew the bathole was crushing on her. From what he could see, it wasn’t entirely one-sided. Did the dumbasses really think he was so oblivious? He had earned the fox's reputation for a reason.

He resisted the urge to grind Azriel’s teeth to dust. Now was not the time to pick a fight. Even as the mating bond chanted, Now is very much the time for a fight. Crush him. Melt his bones. Destroy him for daring to lay a hand on your mate. He tried to take what is yours. Kill him. Make him suffer.

Shut up bond, he said silently. I have higher ambitions than the dog. I’ll topple the whole operation.

“Things have gotten worse since your magnanimous High Lord decided to kick a downed male. I’m trying to keep things more or less operational, but… the place is extremely vulnerable. Tamlin spends half his time as a beast these days. At this rate, the human lands will put up a better fight than him.” Lucien’s mouth tightened at the state of his home. It hurt-badly. “The human lands are great. Jurian and Vassa have done an incredible job corralling everyone. No sign of the other queens. But Briallyn is surely planning something; Eris visited, and I’m almost certain she is behind the disappearance of his troops. She has some kind of dark magic on her side, though I’m uncertain of its nature. Koschei’s threat looms nearer as well. I suspect Vassa only has a few months before he comes for her.” Lucien would find a way to save her. He wasn’t about to lose anybody else, much less to a loser lake monster.

Azriel nodded seriously, eyes intensely focused on his every word. Lucien might have found it unnerving if circumstances hadn’t taught him to survive and adapt. He didn’t like it though.

He still cringed when he remembered the insanely awkward flight where Azriel had been forced to carry him. He had been surprised that Azriel could even carry him; Azriel was strong, but Lucien was bulkier. And taller. Azriel was all lean muscle. He supposed it must be something in that Illyrian diet, for his strength hadn’t wavered even for a moment. Even as they had determinedly avoided each other’s eyes.

His flight with Cassian had only been slightly less awkward. Cassian was bigger than Lucien; he was obviously the muscle of the group. It hadn’t been difficult to figure out the dynamic between the members of the IC. Cassian and Mor clearly had something ages ago, but Azriel was into Mor which forced Cassian to act as the middleman. Which was ironic to Lucien because as far as he could tell, Cassian was terrible at all things diplomatic. Lucien despised his family, but he still laughed his ass off at the thought of Eris going face-to-face with this guy. Eris would absolutely cream Cassian and spread his ego on his breakfast and eat it along with a fine glass of faerie wine. Beron would bury him and keep his bat wings as a souvenir. Only a Vanserra could outsmart a Vanserra. Even if Lucien had rejected his heritage, that statement still held true.

“Is that all?” Azriel asked quietly. Lucien brought his focus back to the present. “Yes. How is…she?”

He knew the shadowsinger would know exactly who he meant.

“She is alright,” Azriel said quietly. “She spends most of her time gardening or baking with Nuala and Cerridwen.”

Lucien took a deep breath and nodded. Even if she wouldn’t let him check on her, he had to know that she was ok. Physically and mentally. He wished she would deign to have a true conversation with him, but for now, knowing she was doing well was enough.

Azriel disappeared into the shadows. Lucien took another deep breath. Now to implement his plan.

“Come in,” came a cool female voice.

Lucien walked into the apartment of Nesta Archeron. By the Cauldron, this place was a dump. Seeing this place made Lucien want to take a long, hot shower and buy new clothes untainted by the stink of this flat. But he managed not to cringe at the smell and followed Nesta to the tiny kitchen. Lucien couldn’t blame Nesta for opting to live in the slums as opposed to the finery of the palaces Rhysand owned. He, too, couldn’t bear to accept the charity from them. He was a male of pride and honor, and it seemed as if Nesta was the same. He supposed he may have misjudged the eldest Archeron sister. To be honest, his impression of her was mainly based off of what others had told him, and his own irritation that she kept shoving him away from Elain. But fine, he could understand why she had been so overprotective. He was some Fae guy, and she had grown up on stories spreading how horrible they were.

“We also dance with the spirits under the full moon and snatch human babes from their cradles to replace them with changelings—”

Lucien remembered he had said that to Feyre the first time they met. That felt so long ago.

“What do you want,” Nesta said flatly. The scent of her arousal was intertwined with the scent of an unknown male. She was in a long white shirt that certainly didn’t belong to her.

Lucien smiled in spite of himself. “If I said you, would you kick me out?”

Nesta just glared at him. The look in her eyes reminded him so much of…

“I don’t know why Feyre hates you. You’re so much alike.”

Nesta scowled. “Don’t talk about her.”

Lucien put his hands up. “Ok. No sisterly talk. Pinky promise.”

Nesta glared a moment longer, then sighed. “What brought you to the slums to talk to your friend’s bitchy sister?”

“I don’t think you’re bitchy.”

Nesta scoffed. “Then you’re delusional.”

“I just think you’re hurting. You were thrown into the Cauldron. You may have hated him, but it can’t have been easy to watch your father die in front of your eyes.” Lucien’s eyes teared up. “I know it was unbearable when my Jesminda died before me, and I was helpless to stop it. I’ve never forgotten the moment when I heard her heart stop beating.”

He rarely spoke of that moment. It was unbearable, even now, to speak of it. But Nesta was one of the few people who would be able to understand his pain.

Nesta paused. Then said, “I can’t take baths, because it makes me feel like I’m drowning in that Cauldron again. I use buckets and wipes instead. The crackling of logs…it’s unbearable. It sounds like my father’s neck snapping.”

Lucien’s heart cracked for the icy Archeron sister. She acted cold and aloof, but Lucien had a feeling she felt a lot more than she let on. Perhaps moreso than normal people. That’s why she constructed icy walls as a defense mechanism.

Lucien hesitantly offered a hug. Nesta didn’t protest; rather, she jumped into his arms and started crying silently into his chest. He gently rubbed circles into her back. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Sadly.

Nesta pulled away after a long moment. “That’s the first time,” she whispered, “I’ve felt anything since the war.”

Lucien didn’t know what to say, so he simply stared at her. After what seemed like ages, Nesta cleared her throat and said, “Why are you really here?”

Lucien started. Right. He came here to do something. “I may have a solution to one of your problems: the mating bond.”

Nesta started. “What mating bond?”

Lucien smiled grimly. “The one between you and Cassian.”

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