#also the not saying i love you ever thing is a tiny exaggeration but yeah he doesnt really say it at all and

[guckies]

In my Leo and Foolish feels so I wanna talk about them saying I love you/TQM(Te Quiero Mucho) to each other

Like that is the biggest deal to any doozer because Foolish just doesn’t say I love you ever and even in lore/rp he’s always hiding his true feelings. So that fact he never hesitates to say tqm or hide his feelings from Leo warms my heart so much. It’s just so them against the world. I love them so much!!!

[interloved]

modern!anakin skywalker as your professor + age gap

lowkey daddy professor!anakin x bimbo!reader

description box; anakin is your professor and your boyfriend. that blurs the lines between his job and you being his student sometimes — but he can’t ever deny his sweet girl a request, and this time you want him to give his honest opinion on the essay you’ve written for an assignment he gave his students, including you.

warnings; nsfw warning, blow job, MINOR BLOGS DNI!!, age gap, smut under the cut!

HE’S TAKING TOO LONG to read it. he’s rereading the same lines, again and again, and he’s frowning.

“you don’t like it.”

you hate the way your quivers, like you’re weak and… and dependant. oh, but you are. you depend on his every word and action like he’s your lifeline.

“no — no, sweetheart, i do, it’s just…�� and then, anakin sighs and sets aside his glasses, looking into your eyes directly with his startlingly piercing, frost-coloured eyes.

he’s struggling to find words that won’t bruise your ego too badly. anakin never lies to you, but he can’t find it in him to give you a brutally honest review.

anakin sits on the couch as you pace nervously in front of him, the table in front of him filled with documents, his laptop and… that damned essay.

“it’s just what?” you inquire, and your voice is already breaking, “you hate my essay! i can hear it!”

and then, all the dams break; you’re turning away from him and all the tears start flooding and the overthinking starts to claw its way into your soul.

“you’re… you’re gonna give me an F! you’re going to fail me, i’m going to fail this class — you, you hate my essay…” you’re falling into complete despair.

anakin winces, this is exactly the reaction he had wanted to prevent.

“oh, c’mere, sweet girl, i don’t hate your essay. it’s just a little, er… childish wording, but that’s nothing to worry about — ‘m not gonna fail you, all right?”

you sniffle, and for a moment, your tears stop. “y-you’re not?”

anakin winces again — he may be your boyfriend and he may love you, but he’s also your professor and has to keep a certain neutrality towards the work you offer to him as his student. but he can’t deny it, being so close to you, it’s been blurring the lines of professionalism. you’re such a sweet, little thing — so pretty and so young, so soft and so kind-hearted. he couldn’t ever say no to any of your requests.

and maybe you’ve learned to use that against him somehow. he’s given you way too many A’s and B’s that you did not deserve because as much as he loves you as a person, you are a bad writer. you’re not hopeless; there is definitely a good basic idea and core in every one of your essays, just the execution… somehow fails to be amazing every time. and he’s not exaggerating.

“yeah… yeah, i’ll give you a C, m’kay, kid? it’s not a bad essay, pretty, it just needs a little polishing.” he comforts you, caging your, in comparison to him, small frame in his warm, trained arms.

but this time, you frown. “a C? you… you’ve never given me a C before.”

it’s always been A’s and B’s.

anakin struggles to find the right words again, “well, this time your performance was a tiny bit… lacking… but just a little, darling, no need to cry — aw, sweetheart, don’t cry…”

“l-l-lacking? i’m… lacking?” you wail as you push away his arms and pace to the kitchen, this time sobbing violently.

when he reaches you, your eyes are all puffy and red, and he panics.

“no, you’re not lacking!” he protests, think, anakin, think, “i’ll… i’ll give you an A, m’kay? so stop crying, please, you’re too pretty to be crying like that over a grade.”

your sobbing stops slowly, and a relieved smile makes its way onto your lips. “r-really? thank you so much, ani! love you so much!”

you squeal and jump into his arms, and it’s like the rainbows have started showing after the storm. anakin laughs at your excitement but mentally slaps himself — he’d sworn himself he wouldn’t give you good grades without you earning them anymore, but it appears he really just can’t say no to his little darling.

“i’ll make it up to you, i promise!” you swear to him, covering his handsome face with kisses, and he grins cheekily.

“oh really? how’re you gonna do that, little lady?” he chuckles good-naturedly.

and you think, you think real hard. and you jump down, out of his embrace, and you thank him in the only way you know.

you lead him to the couch and settle between his legs, and you unbuckle his belt.

“oh, like that? i didn’t mean that—” anakin stops whatever he was going to say when you take him whole. whole.

a choked, throaty moan escapes his lips and almost automatically, his big hands reach for your hand; his hand almost covers the whole back of your head, and his fingers are getting tangled in your soft hair, and he bucks up into your soft lips.

“fuck,” he groans and he closes his eyes, and he looks so breathtaking, so handsome, like a greek god, “god, what did i do to deserve you… such a beautiful, obedient girl… must’ve saved a country in my past life to deserve you.”

he feels your lips curling up at his praise and he looks down, and it’s a sight to behold. big, innocent doe eyes looking up at him like he’s a god you’re worshipping, nothing but pure admiration and love shining in those eyes.

“my god, you’re so adorable,” he praises you, eyes closed and brows furrowed so prettily, moaning when you begin to deepthroat him, your pretty head going up and down, up and down, “so, so, so pretty…”

and then, his chiselled abs tenses, his thighs quiver slightly, and you know he’s close.

“c’mon,” he whispers, “swallow.”

and you obey, like his good little girl.

if he’s getting thanked this dedicatedly by a student, surely he can make exceptions from time to time.

he doesn’t get paid enough anyway.

[ghxstlike]

you shut my mouth (and buckle my knees)

pairing: mike schmidt/gn!reader

content: reader is michael's next door neighbor, mike is so awkward, mike has social anxiety & is bad at words, reader is so oblivious, reader is 19 & mike is 20/21, reader has daddy issues, fluff, this takes place before the events in the movie, no use of y/n.

summary: mike’s been avoiding you recently, and you automatically think he’s mad at you. when babysitting abby, she tells you the truth about his feelings about you.

author's note: the title is a lyric from ‘i want to be with you’ by chloe moriondo! also!! the fnaf movie is AMAZING and it’s one of my favorite movies now. this is cross posted on ao3!! enjoy :)

he’s never this quiet.

he’s always somewhat quiet, yeah, but not deathly silent. and he usually doesn’t avoid you, either.

being a babysitter is something you never expected when you moved into the house right next mike’s. you moved in about a year ago with your mom, due to her divorce with your dad. your dad wasn’t the greatest man, nor the best dad. he never left, but he was never involved in your life. so, your mom was pretty much a single mom. your mom wanted to move far away from your dad, landing up in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

a few days after moving in, your mom introduced you to mike and his little sister abby. the first time you’ve ever seen mike was…awkward, to say the least. you could tell mike wasn’t very comfortable in the conversation at first, with the way he swung back and forth on his heels. you, on the other hand, couldn’t focus with the most hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life standing in front of you. you loved the shade of brown his eyes were, they reminded you of a beautiful forest in the fall, late at night.

mike voiced to you both about how his recent babysitter wasn’t returning his calls and wasn’t showing up, so you stepped up to be abby’s new babysitter. you’re glad you did, since now you’re able to do fun things during the day and not sit in your room reading some lame book. you don’t get paid much, but that was the least of your worries.

now, you’re in the kitchen cleaning dishes. it was about 8 pm, so abby was already fast asleep. you and abby baked cookies and there was already a huge mess. in the middle of mixing the wet and dry ingredients together to make a dough, abby pinched up a bit of flour and threw it at you. you looked up at her with an exaggerated gasp and a hand over your heart. to play with her little charade, you grabbed a tiny bit and threw in her direction. the fight of throwing flour between the two of you suddenly stopped as mike walked through the door. a feeling of guilt ran through your body when you realized what you’ve done, but there was still a huge smile on your face as you waved at him.

ever since then, he’s been sitting on the couch watching some sort of old cartoon. he usually stays in the kitchen with you, sitting at the table and talking about your day with abby. out of seemingly no where, mike stopped this routine. it bummed you out, obviously, but you didn’t want to force him to talk to you.

you sigh, grabbing the green and yellow sponge that was placed next to the sink. your mind began to wander, thinking about earlier that day. you feel terrible, but you just wanted abby to have a bit of fun. you shouldn’t have let it go that far.

you know how it feels to start something fun, and have it end up with your body filling with shame and embarrassment. especially at abby’s age. the last thing you want abby to feel is embarrassment from an adult. you also never wanted mike to be mad at you, but you have a slight feeling he already is.

you sigh again as you realize you haven’t apologized to mike about what he walked into. you bite your lip, turning around to see mike still sitting on the couch, eyes fixated on the TV.

you gently place the remainder of the dishes in the dishwasher, then quietly walk over to mike. you sit on the same couch as him, but on the other end of it. you look down at your lap, your eyes tracing the all the lines in your palm. after a few moments of being silent yourself, you speak up.

“mike?” you say in a hushed voice. his response was almost immediate.

he hums, eyes flicking to you and back at the screen. “yeah?”

his flat, low voice always made you feel warm inside. making your heart and stomach flutter with butterflies. but this time, the warmth that his voice brings goes directly down to your stomach, twisting it with anxiety. his whole presence made you feel giddy, like you were in high school with a newly founded crush. you swallow thickly before you speak again.

“i just wanted to apologize for earlier.” you pause, trying to find the right words to say and not mess this up. you want mike to speak to you, you want mike to spend time with you, you just miss him. “i-i shouldn’t have let it get that far.” you murmur.

mike doesn’t say anything at first, he just looks over at you again and nods. “you’re good.”

your stomach churns at his dry response. you nod at him, wiping your clammy hands on your jean-clad knees. “i should get going,” you say under your breath. again, mike doesn’t respond. he just watches you walk to the door, putting on your shoes in a hurry.

mike runs a hand through his curly hair, trying to figure out what he wants to say. he wants to say something, atleast a goodnight, but nothing comes out. you were too busy tying up your shoes to notice his conflicting face.

you open the front door of mike’s home and look over your shoulder. “have a good night, mike.” you say with a smile. mike’s hand does a slight wave, not returning the smile. you shut the door quietly, feeling absolutely crushed.

one of mike’s hands run down his face, hating himself for not saying something before you left. he also hated the way his heart clenched as you looked so sad when you walked out the door. “god dammit.” he grumbled to himself.

days have passed from that night. mike is still avoiding you, and being extremely quiet around you. you know it’s just you he’s being quiet around, since you hear him arguing with abby when you enter his home in the afternoon. just the thought of mike being mad at you pains you to your core, so much so that you avoid him yourself. you feel absolutely terrible, but stirring the pot could make it worse.

mike obviously notices your recent behavior, but didn’t say anything about it. instead, he’d think about it deeply when he’s in bed late at night. for weeks, he’d sleep terribly, just staying up all night figuring out what to say to you to make things better. he misses talking to you, he misses hearing your beautiful laughter and how your eyes sparkle with life when you talk about your interests.

today wasn’t very eventful, it was rather peaceful. you and abby sat at the dinner table, drawing each other pictures and talking. you noticed a drawing she was finished with and picked it up. it seemed to be you, mike, and abby all holding hands in front of a house. you smile softly, glancing up at abby, who’s doodling away with a yellow crayon. you look back down at the artwork and notice a small detail between the drawing of you and mike.

“abs?” you call out, not looking up from the paper. you hear a quiet clank as abby set down her crayon.

“yes?” she looks up at you, a slight smile apparent on her face. you set down the paper and slide it over to her. she looks down at her art, then back up at you.

“what’s up with the heart between me and mike?” you question, your stomach filling with nerves.

abby shrugs, the smile on her face never faltering as she talks. “he likes you, duh.” she giggles.

you sit up straight as your eyes widen. “what?” you whisper. your mind is running wild with all sorts of thoughts- he likes you?

“mike talks about you all the time,” she explains, picking up the yellow crayon again. “i hear him talking to himself about how-”

“abby.”

both of your heads snap toward the front door. it’s mike, he seems angry; his face is a slight pink and his hand is tightly clutching onto his bookbag that’s slung over his shoulder. abby quickly gathers up all of her art supplies that were scattered across the table and flees to her room, giggling loudly. you watch her run, smiling at her cute antics.

you hear a chair being pulled out and see that mike is sitting across from you. the picture of the three of you remains. mike only glances at it and seems to wince with a clenched jaw. he doesn’t look happy at all. you bite the inside of your cheek, getting all wrapped up in your head about what mike is thinking.

abby clearly had a misunderstanding of what mike was actually feeling. she had to.

minutes pass, and not a single word is said. to save your embarrassment (and his), the chair under you screeches as you stand up. “i-i’ll leave,” you suddenly mumble. you don’t notice the way mike’s head snaps up, watching you start to make your way to the door.

mike calls out your name before you’re able to reach the door. “stay,” he pauses to clear his throat. “uh, please.”

you turn around to see mike staring at you with his eyebrows slightly raised. without hesitation or any word, you sit back down. “is everything okay?” your voice sounds so soft, it makes mike’s heart melt.

he nods quickly, scratching the back of his neck. you can see that one of mike’s legs are bouncing and you can see sweat build up on his forehead. he loosens his tie, which makes your whole body warm up. you could feel the warmth spread throughout your limbs, stopping at your toes and fingertips.

“you don’t look okay, a-are you sick?” you exclaim with a worried look on your face. mike shakes his head no, huffing out a laugh.

“no, i’m okay, promise.” a grin appears on his face, amused with your sudden worry. “i just- abby wasn’t lying.” he blurts out, his eyes not meeting yours. you seemed to have a confused expression, so he went further. “when she said i like you.”

oh.

“oh.”

mike looks back at you, seeing that you’re completely and utterly flustered. he was right, you don’t see him the way he sees you. he feels himself sweat more, “is there something wrong?”

“no! no, no,” you ramble, laughing awkwardly. “is that why you were avoiding me for weeks on end?” you ask, your voice getting into a higher pitch. mike nods silently, eagerly awaiting for your response.

now that you think about it, everytime that you were in close contact with mike, his whole body would tense up and his face would turn pink. you almost hit yourself for not noticing sooner. instead, you laugh quietly. one of mike’s eyebrows raise, looking at you with a confused expression.

“i thought you were mad at me.” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers.

mike’s expression softens, “why would i be mad at you?”

“the day where abby and i made a mess out of the kitchen with flour,” you replied with a shrug. “that was the day where you started avoiding me.”

mike’s mouth opened, then closed. he did this a few times before finally saying: “that day was when i realized i liked you.”

you stayed silent as he continued. “i really didn’t mean to avoid you, but i just..” he stops and takes a deep breath. “i just, y’know, couldn’t find words when i was around you.”

your heart almost skipped a beat at his words, smiling ever so brightly at him. you felt so many emotions in that moment, where mike felt like he was about to faint from how pretty you look when you smile. he gives you a grin in return.

“i like you, too.” you say, still smiling. you giggle as mike sighs in relief.

his hand reaches over the table to grab yours. his hand is a little sweaty, but you don’t mind a bit.

he clears his throat, “that means i can take you on a date, right?”

you squeeze his hand tightly and nod before you realize something.

“who will babysit abby?”

[doki-doki-imagines]

Okay so I'm NOT the anon who requested the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to y/n asking them to eat pineapple to make their cum taste better.

But I'm about to be the non-anon that requests a follow-up of the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to seeing y/n EATING pineapple right in front of them afterwards to make their(y/n's) cum taste better.

Or even just for your name to say "I had pineapple" and guage reaction.

Fun ask, last time. Fun answer, too! Thank you for writing it. No pressure on this ask, love your work!

author note: sequel of this. I don't think I should laugh so much doing these kind of hcs LMAO. Also thanks for your kind words!!

tw: vulgar language, some suggestive but nothing nsfw is described.

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Johnny Cage: -He would do the nose flick and smile from one ear to the other. -Johnny is so showing off, he just misses the peacock's tail being wide open and he would be perfect. -"You'd really do anything to be eaten out by me, mh?" He says trying to block the new smile by biting his lower lip "Amazing technique, right?" -Best advice: fuck the arrogance out of him. It won't work but at least it will be a fun time.

Kenshi Takahashi: -He…he can't see you. -Kenshi understands you are drinking something, but he really can't tell what's inside. -"I have been drinking pineapple juice lately." You say trying to sound as smooth as possible. "That's good, it has excellent anti-inflammatory properties." He replies kissing your forehead. -Kenshi knows from the moment the fruit name rolled out from your lips where things were going. -Did you try to tease him? Send him a message? Too bad, ask nicely or even better, beg. He won't give up for anything less.

Kung Lao: -He looks at you with such as big smirk… -"So, are you getting ready for later?" Lao whispers in your ear, hands sliding toward your backside. "Yeah, I have to meet with Raiden." -1HKO. -Seems only right to tease him back.

Raiden: -He stutters a bit when he sees you gulping down a cup of the juice. -"You don't have to exaggerate. I appreciate the feeling, but don't hurt yourself." He says before softly knocking your foreheads together. -This guy can be so overwhelmingly sweet.

Liu Kang: -He looks at you, sitting on the kitchen chair while you gulp a big glass of pineapple juice down, your back towards the stove. -"I know what you are doing. You are so silly" He chuckles "Bend." "What?" You reply unimpressed putting the now empty glass on the counter. -"Bend." Liu Kang says again, but his voice is full of mirth. "Or what?" You challenge him. -It all happens in a second. You bat your eyes and you feel his strong hands on your forearms pushing you around and bending you down. "Or I'll do it. Let's see if the juice benefits already worked on your body." -They did not. But if you knew challenging authorities was so fun you would have done that way earlier!

Geras: -"I appreciate the effort, it warms my heart knowing my partner would go to such an extent, but-" He pushes away the glass from your lips "There are different diets that have the same effect. I know you hate pineapple juice." "Geras, I love you." You choke a bit on your spit, hating the taste in your mouth. -He chuckles at your words "It's my pleasure." -Geras doesn't have to look at the future to know you'll never drink that ever again.

Bi-Han: -The scowl is permanent on his face, but this time he isn't angry. -There is a tiny voice in the back of his mind screaming "they would do anything for you, for your pleasure!" -Bi-Han basks on the idea that his partner is wrapped around his thick fingers. -If you don't make any mistakes during the day you'll receive your prize in the evening…

Kuai Liang: -Well he drank it with no problem so he doesn't mind if you do either. -May want to try that dumb thing of crossing glasses but he ends up being too forceful making juice go down more on your face than your mouth. -You laugh so Liang isn't worried. -"Your shirt is stained, it will be a mess if we don't clean it up. Let me help you remove it…" -The shirt was soon forgotten.

Tomas Vrbada: -"At my three we both drink. 1, 2, 3-" "W-Wait I have a better idea…" Look neither of you likes pineapple juice that much and this looks more like torture than anything else. -So…Tomas put a finger at the bottom of your glass, pushing it towards your lips to make you drink a sip. -And then he kisses you! Sucking your lips and therefore the juice out of your mouth. Tomas also spills his juice on your neck, licking it up while hands travel south. -Look he is doing it for the both of you! A new way to enjoy such a mid beverage! -The fact that he wanted to fuck you senseless since tomorrow morning is totally not correlated.

[itsmarsss]

early bird

request: hii i love scandalous and was if would you ever write a poly ozzie/fizz/reader fic?? no pressure or anything, i really love how you write and after the angst (and the more to come from future chapters) something cute and soft would be needed lol (also fizz in suspenders💞💞 😔)

You jolt awake at the sound of a horn. That fucking horn. No matter how many times you throw it away, Fizz, somehow, finds some way to have another one the next morning. You don’t think it’s too far-off to suspect he hides a secret stash of them somewhere in the house. 

You groan, shoving a pillow over your head to conceal the noise, but it’s to no avail as Fizz pulls it from you. 

Ozzie stirs, and he gently pulls your head off his chest so he can sit up just to glare at Fizz. “Could you not?” 

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“Why’d you wake us up so early?” You question. “None of us has to be up until 9 today.”

“And how do you know it’s not 9?”

“The sun is literally still rising,” you tell him, pointing at the big window across the room. 

“Well I woke up and I had to go to the bathroom and then I couldn’t sleep again and I tried! But I couldn’t. And I don’t wanna be the only one awake…” he pouts, and he’s obviously trying to get pity points with that so as to not get further complaints about the horn thing. 

It gets Ozzie immediately. “Oh don’t make that face you know I can’t resist it.”

“Uh-huh, that’s why I make it,” he crosses his arms over his chest and smiles, tongue poking out a corner of his mouth. 

You roll your eyes and suppress a smile of your own. Can’t argue with that flawless logic. “What do you even wanna do so early?”

Fizz moves his body towards you by extending his legs, getting his face impossibly close to yours as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. You get the hint, and laugh before planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re cute. But no way. Still too tired.”

He exaggerates  an eye roll. “So lame!”

“And yet! You still love me.”

“Barely.”

“HA!” Ozzie laughs at him sarcastically.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a simp, Froggie.”

“Am not!”

“S-I-M-P. Simp.”

“So are you!”

“Never said I wasn’t,” Ozzie defends himself, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay, everyone’s a simp. Now can we go get some breakfast or what?”

“Thought you said you were too tired.”

“I’m never too tired for breakfast, Froggie,” you pinch his cheek.

“Hey!” Ozzie complains, pretending to take offense to you making fun of his nickname for Fizz, despite it being a routinely occurrence since forever, and pulling him in a tight embrace.

Fizz squeezes himself out of Ozzie’s embrace, laughing, and you all get up off the bed. “Soooo what are we having?” He asks as the three of you exit the bedroom, and you both look up at Ozzie, expectantly. 

“Why am I the one who has to make it?”

“I mean, I can make it if you want,” Fizz says, and the three of you laugh at the absurdity of the suggestion.

“Yeah, no.” Ozzie affirms, serious, before looking at you with a raised brow. “How ‘bout you?”

“I’m just soo, soo tired, baby, look,” you pretend to yawn, and Fizz tries (and fails) not to laugh at it.

“You help me or no deal.”

“No fair! And Fizzy just watches?”

“Thought you liked it when I… watched… you two.”

“Your charm can’t get you out of everything, you know that?”

“It’s been working so far.”

“You’re too smug sometimes, Froggie,” Ozzie comments as he crosses the kitchen to get something, not turning around to say it.

“I already said I can cook if you really want me to!”

“Not after last time!”

“See?” Fizz tells you. “He won’t let me!”

“Oh and you’re obviously sooo bummed about it.”

He smiles, and Ozzie nudges you with a pink spatula. “Here.”

You realize he’s put on his frilly, tiny baby blue apron, and smile at the sight. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m thousands of years old and, like, three times bigger than you.”

“And so what do we say?”

Ozzie lets out a giggle. “Thank you, babe,” he pulls you towards him by your waist, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Okay, so what are we making? What do I do with this?” You wave the spatula he handed you around.

“What do you wanna eat?”

“Waffles!” Fizz yells out.

“Ohhh, yes!” You agree.

“I could eat some waffles,” Ozzie decides.

“Hell yeah!” Both you and Fizz exclaim at the same time, high-fiving each other. 

You didn’t care about being woken up so early anymore.

[anonymouscheeses]

Im sorry i have to say it..: Get Your Hands Dirty sounds like a love song.

HEAR. ME. OUTT!! (No i dont mean a love song between Chloe n Ella omg 😭)

What I'm implying here is that it sounds like one of those niche high school love stories when one of the lovers(most likely a goodie two-shoes) goes to their mentor/parent/even the person their loving/etc to ask for advice on relationships. Or more specifically, if this person is worth it or even a good person. From the top of my head: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) and the goodie and the wildchild dynamic is pretty similar to Gabriella and Troy from hs musical, which iws(iil) kinda inspired this post tbh but also ive been thinking about this ever since i first watched the movie. (You plop in ur own songs, i js KNOW this trope exists)

Now that we've established the well used niche trope existing in this niche song made by the niche king that is Disney.... why do i think that Get Your Hands Dirty is a love song, i hear?

Lets analyze THE LYRIICS 😈😈

"Right and wrong, cruel and kind, who's to say?" "There's a code that I believe in."

"Robin Hood" "yeah?" "Awesome guy" "yeah!"

"Every choice, you're gonna find there's shades of grey." "There are rules for a reason!"

"So you could then cross that line, theoretically."

"You'd agree?" "But he stole for the poor."

"The decision's always up to you. When there's only one thing left to do"

"I don't know you anymore.."

Okay, so i shortened and made it tiny for obvious reasons, that bein its too long 😭 so! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS A FEEELIN?? a feelin that this is SCREAMING denial?! Its giving...

Chloe: Ellaaaa.... this girl im talkn to is SOOO HHHOOOOTT and PRETTY and cool and stuff but ugh.... SHE EEEVILLL!!

Ella: oh my gosh.. STFU. Shes prolly not even that evil ill prove it smh..

*get ur hands dirty starts playing. No exaggeration. No cap.*

"Okay, but there's some universal truths you must recognize." "Like?"

"Valiant knights, pure and good, guaranteed" "That depends on what they're fighting for"

"Creepy witches selling potions for evil deeds" "She could have kids she's providing for"

"If your good-good things will come to you"

MORE denial, Chloe wants to be friends with Red SO bad she looks stupid, but she brings herself back by trying to prove to herself that she's evil and they SHOULDN'T be that close. Which also is a big sign of comphet and heteronormativity, i would know 🧍 (which is a post for another day i might make. Prolly 2 prove that Chloe is a lesbian in deep comphet)

"But just how far do you go? How much do you compromise? Oh, tell me, how do you know. Where do you draw the line?"

"There's nothing I wouldn't do. If my heart tells me it's right. If it's for someone I love. If it's to save a life."

"To save your life."

Further deepening the trope i mentioned. The first line could be interpreted as a double meaning since the song is kind of mostly about Chloe coming to terms with the fact Red isn't really evil or as bad as she thought, plus the argument of where the line between evil and good is. It could refer to Red or Ella, maybe both, but Ella changes the meaning with her own experiences so it drifts off the focus from Red because we cant have ANYTHING 🤧 but i still believe Chloe intended it to be for Red since the entire song is really just for the progress of their relationship n stuff.

Now this could definitely all be in my head, yes, Disney would most likely NEVER canonize or even imply heavily a queer relationship or anything lgbtq on a pre established franchise (cowards.). But there is always a chance.... deep inside the dark heart of the mouse..

Plus, with the subtle hints here and there of Red and Chloe's relationship growing, romantically or not, they are still super close and love eachother alot. Chloe is js (kinda) canonically a girl kisser who cant help but find a girl kissable (same)

And don't get me started on this movie and its obsession with love and proving how it is not "ain't it". Hello...? They set the tone of love, but i see NO person close enough to Red established for this message (other than Chloe) and if they introduce some random guy in the next movies, NO ONE would care nor would they want it unless somehow its 100x better than redcharming, but thats impossible cz wlw 4 life.

So, this entire thingy is me basically finding scraps and wanting to provr that charminghearts IS canon and WILL be established soon! (Im delulu)

[poisonedfate]

hello!! drunk merlin chat time!!!! what do you think the main cast's tolerance to alcohol is like/what kind of drunk are they?

hi! thank you so much for entertaining me :D please do tell me your thoughts too!!

as main cast (now that i'm thinking about it, i don't know if you mean characters or actors, but i'm gonna go with characters since that was my first thought) i'm gonna take the core four, because that's all my brain can handle right now

morgana - she says she has a high tolerance, but it's lower than she would like you to believe. she tries to play it off, but she gets all sweet and fuzzy. the jokes that would usually make her glare get her to crack a smile instead, she'll throw out a compliment (or ten) that sounds too genuine only to pretend she didn't say it in the first place (not cause she realises the weight of it, but because she's too laid back to care)

gwen - doesn't drink too much in the first place, but can handle her drink pretty okay, because she knows when to take a break. overall, i think she'd somehow get into deep conversations when she drinks, chatting away with anyone and everyone. drunkness doesn't seem to have too big of an effect on her, she's as lovely as ever. her traits would come of stronger - her kindness, her ability to be good listener, giving advice. she'd have the cutest giggles. she would also be more of a "yeah, i can do that, watch" person if provoked. if someone suggested throwing knives or something, she'd ace it. and she wouldn't even brag, just smile.

arthur - similar to morgana, i think he's a type of love drunk. they're siblings after all. where morgana is a little more in her own world, kind of airy and floaty (without it being too exaggerated), arthur is the touchy, grabby, involved in it all love drunk. he smiles a lot and has fun, think he's a little messy, without being harmful. he barges into conversations without being pushy and can be talked into things he wouldn't usually do with ease. again, similar to morgana (it's a pendragon thing), he loves to say he can handle his drink, but his tolerance is not as good as he makes it seem - though it takes him good while to get from tipsy to drunk.

merlin - giggly, for sure. i think he'd still be a little hyper-aware of things, but he'd be a tiny bit more talkative than usual (still careful, though). he'd seem a little.....less weighed down. relaxed, even. i think he'd be cheery, if not a little show-off-y. i can seem him loving company, but also liking alone time - a breath of fresh air, despite all the thoughts running through his head. he's one to disappear during the night and turn up an hour later. absolute lightweight.

[outerbankies]

ooo bestie would love to know more about the deb!!

*jazz hands*

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new light: fade into you — rafe cameron

new light masterlist

summary: To spite your parents, you ask Rafe Cameron to escort you to the debutante ball.

warnings: no warnings except the usual + poorly researched debutante conventions! bc i know nothing besides whatever is portrayed in gossip girl, the summer i turned pretty and southern charm!

a/n: takes place in high school, whenever these things usually happen; unless of course that is not new light canon compliant, because we live in a fantasy world ❤️ also this blurb has a little more background into the deb ball, if you’re interested! just a lil something for y’all while i work through the more complex pieces coming up!

“If we have to break form one more time, our dance teacher’s gonna kill us.”

You sigh, slipping your dress strap back up and over your shoulder, placing your gloved hand in his again. “I know. Sorry.”

Rafe quirks an eyebrow. “Why are you buggin’?”

“My straps keep falling off my shoulders,” you whine. You’d stomp your foot, too, if you weren’t worried you’d step on your friend’s toe in the middle of the dance floor.

He cocks his head, his eyes lingering on your décolletage. “S’not supposed to be like that?”

You look down, and one of your straps has already fallen down your shoulder again. “No.”

Ready to accept defeat and any riot acts from your mom over it later, you startle when Rafe’s hand leaves your waist momentarily. He must notice, because his hand freezes. “May I?”

“Yeah,” you breathe quietly, still weary of the fact that you’re both dancing in front of everyone on this island, all eyes on the debutantes and their escorts.

His touch is light as a feather, as it has been all night—save for when he’d led you down the stairs in the heels he’d eloquently called ‘death traps.’ Rafe held on a little tighter then.

“There,” he says, looking back into your eyes. He cracks a tiny smile. “I’ve got you.” 

“Thanks,” you say.

“Don’t even,” he shrugs, taking your waist again. “Surprised that dress slipped by your mom’s tailoring workshops. This is the best tux I’ve ever worn.”

You stifle a giggle, knowing it’s not appropriate at the moment. But you remember those workshops, and you remember Gretchen goading you into sneaking over to the guesthouse where the guys were being fitted with her so she could poke fun at them. There was nothing funny about how your mouth dried out, seeing Rafe standing in a cummerbund that should look god awful on him, on anyone. But it had somehow exaggerated his body line in a way you hadn’t thought possible, and you’d hurried back to the main house without so much as a quip about their bowties leaving your lips.

“Probably the only tux you’ve ever worn,” you point out, reaching out to smooth a lapel, even though it’s perfectly folded. 

“I was a ring bearer when I was 12, actually,” Rafe says. “Check your facts, Y/l/n.” 

You roll your eyes at that, turning to look across the dance floor. Kelce and Margot are across the way looking at you, and both of their heads turn away as soon as you make eye contact. When you furrow your brows, your date takes notice.

“What?” 

You turn back to Rafe, and he’s already pushing your other dress strap back up again. “Nothing. And sorry about your shoes, again,” you say, eager for a subject change. “I’m going to make you accept money for them at some point.”

It’s Rafe’s turn to roll his eyes. “When will you let that go?”

“When I can go back in time and prevent my 6-month-old golden retriever from destroying your nice shoes.”

“They weren’t that nice. These are better, anyway,” he says, looking down. You do too, struck momentarily by the image of your waists pressed so closely together, his shoes not even visible underneath the bustle of your white dress. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this close to him before, even in the dance classes. 

“I still feel bad.”

“You’ve gotta relax, kid,” Rafe says quietly, almost a breath above you. You allow yourself to sag in his hold momentarily, exhausted from dancing for so long, from all of the preparation in general. “There you go.”

“When are they gonna start letting other people in?”

“Are you not enjoying my dancing?” Rafe jokes, pretending to be offended for all of two seconds. 

“You’re doing great,” you say sincerely.

“Yeah? Like, all of it?”

“All of it?”

Rafe bites his bottom lip, looking around the room before he’s locked in on you again. Another dress strap falls, and another warm hand snakes up your back. “I was nervous when you asked me.”

“Oh, like you didn’t think you’d be an escort this year,” you say, calling bullshit.

“I didn’t,” he insists. “But Margs got Kelce and you were stuck with me, weren’t you?”

You don’t want him to realize how true that is, because with Rafe you can’t always tell when the joking ends and the self-deprecation begins. “I was stuck with way worse before I asked you.”

His eyes light up. “Oh?”

“Griffin. Matteo wouldn’t have been so bad, maybe,” you consider, even though you know Matteo wouldn’t be pulling up your dress strap the way Rafe is now. “You were a steal in comparison, bud.”

Rafe smiles, big and unabashed. “I’m blushing.” And he is, bright pink dusting the tops of his cheekbones. “Hopefully I can meet expectations.”

“The flowers you sent were gorgeous,” you say, omitting the part where they were the only debutante flowers that had made it past the stairs in your house. Rafe’s pink peonies were in a vase on your desk while all of the others remained arranged around the dining room and other living spaces—wherever your mom wanted them, really. “And you even took off your shells for me.”

Before you can decide against it, your hand that’s meant to be on his shoulder moves to his neck, your fingers slipping under his shirt collar just slightly, where the cowrie shell necklace usually rests. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had a tan line.

“M’not an amateur,” he teases, and the vibrations from his vocal chords make your hand recoil, moving back to his shoulder. “But I might embarrass you later, once the DJ gets here and I can break out my flask.”

“Rafe Cameron,” you say, scandalized. And your wandering hand gets the better of you again, feeling for his breast pocket. When you find it empty, Rafe’s already looking down at you once you meet his gaze again, a glimmer in his eyes.

“You really think I’d jeopardize the sanctity of this event for reindeer games?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Literally yes. That’s exactly what you would do.”

He tugs you into him then, so close you’ve definitely broken form. But as you look around you see other couples have, too, as the rest of the invitees start to make their way onto the floor. “Nah, wouldn’t risk it tonight.”

“Who has it then?” 

“Top.”

You search for your other friend, to find him twirling Emily around as things start to ease up—all of the formalities of the evening done and dusted. “How’d you bully him into that?” 

“Drew straws,” Rafe says shortly. “Hey, look at that. We survived.” 

You know he’s referencing the fact that the formal dance is over—that you’re free to break apart and mingle, do whatever it is you’re meant be doing right now. Your sure your mother is in a beeline, ready to go over exactly how your walk could have been more graceful, or how your shoulders should’ve been looser. Or god forbid, your dress straps. Which mysteriously have not bothered you in ten minutes and counting.

“Y/n?”

Rafe’s looking down at you, the two of you still holding onto each other. If anything, the crowding of the dance floor had only pushed you further into your friend’s embrace. “Hm?”

“You good? Lost you to space for a moment there.”

“I’m good,” you say. “Tired.” 

 His eyes soften in understanding, and you’re practically standing on his toes at this point, he’s so close to you. “Too tired for our after party?”

“Way too tired,” you immediately clarify. Rafe doesn’t seem surprised—it’s not unlike you to skip out on shenanigans. “Plus, I know my parents will want me accounted for.”

“Well you are the most accomplished debutante in Kildare.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, hiding your face in his chest, where he smells less like sand and surfboard wax than you’re used to. You’re not sure if you like it or not.

“Did you hear she wants to write children’s books when she’s older? Or that she helped organize a beach cleanup last summer?”

“Rafe,” you say, borderline begging. 

His smile doesn’t dim, but it loses its mischievousness momentarily. “Bet for the life of them they can’t figure out why she wanted Ward Cameron’s boy parading her around these hallowed halls.”

“Could’ve been any one of us debs asking you,” you say. “Small island. You would’ve ended up here somehow.”

“No,” Rafe says easily. 

“No?” you challenge. You realize now you’re still dancing with him, and that your friends are either looking for you or making fun of you, and that the string of pearls your dad gifted you this evening are starting to feel a little tight around your neck. Rafe’s fingers grazes them as he slips your dress strap back into place one more time. “Why not?”

“I would’ve said no to anyone else.”

[theylikeboth]

Nineteen year old Kuroo who comes home to visit only to realize that his best friend is hot actually. He doesn't look that different from how he always did, maybe a tiny bit taller, a little bit more muscular - the things that happen when you grow up -

But for the first time in his life, Kuroo is...noticing him. His face, with it's small, pretty features, his soft hair, his slim body with pretty collarbones and slender fingers, but feels kind of strong against his when they hug. Kenma's been cooped up at home without Kuroo there to drag him places, so for once, he's the one who suggest going out. They borrow his dad's car and go to a movie theater, scrolling on their phones for the showings with the ignition off instead of walking the few hundred feet to check.

Kenma leans over from the driver's seat, "Look at this text from Tora," he says.

>> me and Lev found a kitten! [image attached]

The picture is of a tiny kitten with a collar and two hands, obviously belonging to Lev and Tora, petting it.

Kuroo laughs, "How does Lev always find cats?"

Kenma shrugs with a smile, and taps a reply back. Kuroo feels a strange pang inside when he leans away.

"So is there anything good playing?"

"Not really," Kuroo says, "Unless you want to watch a romantic comedy."

"Mm, if it's that one with the actress who cries a lot, it looks bad."

"I have no idea who you're talking about. Is it her?" They both lean in again, shoulders touching.

"Yeah," Kenma tilts his head to look at Kuroo, "Remember in that superhero movie, she kept screaming and crying?"

"No, but I believe you. What do you want to do then?"

Kenma sighs and rests his head onto Kuroo's shoulder, "Can we just hang out in here? I don't want to do anything but I also don't want to be around my parents for a little while."

Kuroo laughs, he remembers the stifling feeling of third year, "Sure. Wanna sit in the backseat?"

"Yeah," Kenma twists around and slithers through the gap to get to the back. Kuroo elects to use the doors.

When they're settled, Kenma pulls out his phone again. "Can I show you something weird?"

"Yes, please."

Kenma types into the search bar, /volleyball porn/, and clicks on the first result. There's a girl onscreen in a volleyball uniform humping a volleyball.

"Not that weird," Kuroo comments.

"Just wait."

"Yes!" she moans, way over the top, "Bokuto-san, yes!"

"What??" Kuroo half-shouts.

Kenma looks at him with wide eyes and a huge grin, "I /know/."

"She said Bokuto, right? She said that!"

Kenma turns up the volume and scoots closer to Kuroo. "Bokuto-san!" the girl wails.

"She /has/ to be talking about our Bokuto," Kuroo says, laughing.

"He's the only pro-volleyball player with that name right now," Kenma agrees.

"That's insane," Kuroo whispers.

Kenma cackles, "I haven't decided if I should send it to Akaashi yet"

"Fuck, send it to Bo too. He'll love this."

The video ends with a ridiculous whine as the girl exaggerates her orgasm, crying out Bokuto's name.

"I've never gotten the whining," Kenma says, "It's not even hot."

"Yeah, I don't want to know who it's fooling. Hey, have you ever looked up Kodzuken porn?" Kuroo asks, snickering. "There are impersonators who pretend to be youtubers getting fucked."

"My channel's not that big, so I doubt we'd find anything," Kenma says, typing it out anyways. They don't find real porn, but what they do find is a compilation on youtube titled, /Kodzuken Porn For Simps/

"Hey guys," Kenma's voice says. There's a zoom in as his tongue flicks out to lick his lips.

"Oh god," Kenma says, "I hate this already."

As they watch, there's a series of clips of Kenma smirking while playing COD, biting his lip as he concentrates, and untying his hair. Kenma cringes at each new clip, but Kuroo...

"I kinda have to admit, a little hot," he says.

Kenma rolls his eyes, "Shut up."

"I'm serious," Kuroo hesitates for a moment, but then decides /fuck it/, there's nothing he could say to Kenma that would fuck up their friendship, "You look good. Hot."

"Me? Or the video," Kenma says teasingly, turning to look at Kuroo. Kuroo ruffles a hand through his own hair, looking around the car with a smile before landing back on Kenma, "You," he admits.

Kenma grins, rolling his eyes, but his cheeks go a little pink, "You look good too," he says.

Kuroo notes the difference in his smile. Until recently, his grin still felt sort of innocent. A child's smile. Even though Kuroo knew that Kenma was far from innocent of course, evil plans lay behind that smile. This grin though...it's more confident. Sultry, in a way. Kenma clicks his phone off and sets it on the center console. He looks back at Kuroo like he's evaluating him.

"What?" Kuroo laughs.

Kenma shakes his head, "I'm just trying to decide something."

"What are you trying to decide?"

"I'm trying to decide if it would be weird for us to make out."

Kuroo laughs again, feeling his cheeks warm, "I don't think it would be weird," he shrugs one shoulder.

"If you say so," Kenma leans in close, resting a hand on Kuroo's inner thigh. His heavy eyelids and golden eyes are locked on Kuroo's. Kenma's tongue wets his still smirking lips.

Oh okay, this is actually happening.

Without closing his eyes, Kenma kisses Kuroo softly. Kuroo brings a hand to Kenma's face and pushes the loose hair away from it. Kenma's eyes close. Kuroo lets his close as well, inhaling the familiar scent of his best friend. He runs his tongue along Kenma's lips, who opens them and licks back delicately like he's tasting Kuroo, seeing if he likes it. Kuroo's heart thrums pleasantly inside his chest. He kisses back a little harder and Kenma makes a small sound. The hand he has in Kenma's hair tightens involuntarily. Kenma pulls away about half an inch and speaks.

"You're right, not weird."

Kuroo smiles and kisses him again, bringing his other hand to Kenma's waist. Kenma takes it a step further and shifts their bodies so that Kuroo is leaning back in the seat and straddles him. Kuroo doesn't know why, but he's sort of surprised to feel Kenma's length pressing against his body. It's nice though, it feels good. Kenma rolls his hips, obviously feeling Kuroo's erection underneath him as well. He tucks his feet in close to his body, hooking them on the insides of Kuroo's knees, and Kuroo feels slender fingers run into his messy hair. There's a tug at the back of Kuroo's head, Kenma wordlessly commanding Kuroo to tilt his chin up. Kuroo snickers softly against his mouth and the fingers twist in his hair sharply.

Kenma leans away, continuing to move his hips. "I was wondering if you felt similarly," he says conversationally, as though his piercing eyes and rolling hips aren't currently removing the breath from Kuroo's body.

"Similarly?" Kuroo manages.

"You went to college and you came back hot. I didn't go to college, but..."

"But you're hot now?" Kuroo laughs breathily.

"That's for you to say," Kenma says as though it has nothing to do with him.

"You're hot now," Kuroo confirms.

He slides his hands under Kenma's baggy top, exposing his stomach, and rubs his thumbs over Kenma's nipples. Kenma gasps.

Kuroo grins, "Is that your weak spot then?"

"I'm not an enemy boss," Kenma says indignantly.

Kuroo pinches lightly at one of his nipples and Kenma moans like he can't help it.

"I don't knoww, seems like I'm winning."

His grin widens at the competitive fire that lights in Kenma's eyes. He hates losing.

Kenma curls down and bites at Kuroo's neck, making his hands pause and squeeze Kenma's body. He runs his runs over the spot lightly and up to Kuroo's ear.

"Fuck," Kuroo breathes. He can practically see Kenma's smug little smirk in his mind's eye and decides to break it with some fun of his own. He takes a hand and slides it down the back of Kenma's jeans. There's a soft, shuddering breath in his ear. He squeezes, and is gifted with an involuntary sound. Kenma seems to take his own pleasure as an attack and aggressively sucks at Kuroo's earlobe, forcing a breath out of Kuroo's lungs.

He makes a sound that's half laugh, half gasp, "It's not actually a competition, Kenma."

//Brb, I'll continue this in just a few minutes ✌️

"Not that I'm complaining," Kuroo concedes.

A hand snakes down the front of his body and Kenma presses it against Kuroo's cock through his jeans. Kuroo takes a breath, the hand down Kenma's jeans squeezing again.

"You do think I'm hot," Kenma whispers in his ear. Kuroo groans, the feeling of Kenma's hand against him and his voice in his ear making him feel almost dizzy. Kenma unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zip. Kuroo feels his breath shudder. There's something sort of unbelievable about the situation, /Kenma/ is touching him right now

"Bigger than I thought, actually," he says, running his hand along Kuroo's length.

"What were you expecting?" Kuroo manages breathily.

"Something I could fit in my mouth."

Kenma says it so nonchalantly, like he didn't just make Kuroo's cock leak with words from his lips. He leans away from Kuroo's ear then and slips his hand inside of his underwear. Kuroo gasps at the skin to skin contact. Kenma smirks at whatever expression is on his face.

"Don't worry, Kuro," he says, "I'll still do my best."

Kuroo's brain isn't keeping up. His best at what?

Kenma slides off of his lap and kneels between his knees on the car floor. /Oh/.

"Scoot up," he commands.

Kuroo does. Kenma smiles sweetly and then pushes the waistband of his boxer briefs down. He grasps Kuroo in one tiny hand

He gives it a few strokes, "I'm not very good deep throating," he explains, in the same tone that he might have said /my blocking need some work/

"I have a big mouth," he continues, "But I haven't really done anything about my gag reflex."

Kuroo laughs in mild disbelief, "Kenma, trust me, I am not about to complain."

Kenma laughs, "No, you're not," he says confidently.

Oh fuck.

Kenma opens his mouth and sucks on the tip. It's hot and wet and it feel so good.

"/Kenma/," Kuroo breathes. Kenma hums. He sinks down lower and then pulls back up, keeping his lips wrapped around Kuroo's cock. He takes Kuroo's hands, which are curling on the seat beside him and places them on his own head. He hums again, the feeling reverberating inside of Kuroo. Kuroo groans and combs his fingers tightly into Kenma's hair, responding to the wordless order.

"Mm," Kenma hums again in approval.

He begins moving in earnest, sinking about halfway down each time before rising and sucking hard on the way up, making Kuroo's breath shake and groan. After a few head bobs, he sinks further than he has and gags. He doesn't lift up though, simply letting the saliva drip down Kuroo's cock and over his hand. His eyes lock with Kuroo's, they're watery and intense. "Fuck, you're so sexy Kenma," Kuroo groans.

Kenma comes off of him with a pop, "Thank you," he says with a little smile. His cheeks are pink, and if his saliva drenched hand wasn't currently stroking Kuroo's dick, he would look sweet and innocent. Regardless, it's cute. Kuroo reaches down and wipes a trail of spit running down his lip.

"You good?" he asks.

Kenma rolls his eyes and wraps his mouth back around Kuroo. He lowers his head, and when he comes back up, his cheeks hollow out as he sucks. The feeling shatters Kuroo's breath. Kenma starts to move faster, gliding down and sucking on the way back up, his golden eyes checking Kuroo's expressions.

"I'm close," Kuroo gasps suddenly.

Kenma takes his mouth off Kuroo and continues stroking, lowering himself until his face is level with Kuroo's cock.

"Come on my face, Kuro."

Kuroo does, spilling over those pretty features of Kenma's, ruining his delicate face with his sticky cum. When he's done, he leans back into his seat, panting. "That was. So good," he says, his words clipped from labored breathing.

"Good," Kenma smiles, gathering cum off of his face with a finger and licking it off. He looks absolutely obscene to Kuroo. This is the same kid who refused to eat a gummy bear that fell on the ground. He gets most of it off, leaving his face just a little sticky.

"Yummy," he grins, pleased.

Kuroo laughs, "How about you now?"

"I don't think you'll fit on the floor," Kenma says, getting a wet wipe from the seat pocket. He wipes the residue from his face. "That's true. Come up here then," Kuroo pats his lap.

Kenma does, straddling his legs once again. Kuroo undoes his jeans and takes his dick out. It's hard and the tip is red and shiny with precum.

Kenma pants as Kuroo strokes him, leaning his forehead against Kuroo's. "Kuro," he sighs, his eyes closed.

Kuroo strokes his hand through Kenma's hair as the other works over Kenma's dick.

Kenma sighs and gasps with the movement of his hand, "I'm going to be thinking about this," he breathes, "Until you visit again."

Kuroo's heart throbs at the idea.

"Me too," he says softly.

Kenma's eyes open and his breath quickens, uneven, "I'm-I-" he moans, a lewd choked sound, and then he's spilling over Kuroo's hand.

/His face is so pretty/, Kuroo thinks, watching his best friend orgasm. When he's finished, Kenma sighs again, deep and satisfied. He quickly hands Kuroo the wet wipes when he notices his mess dripping onto Kuroo's jeans.

Kuroo wipes his hands and jeans off as Kenma slides off of his lap and puts himself away. Kenma giggles a little. "What is it?" Kuroo asks with a smile.

"I just feel like such a cliché teenager right now," Kenma's eyes crinkle with amusement, "getting laid in the back of my dad's car in a movie theater parking lot.

Kuroo laughs, "You're an adult technically."

"True," Kenma settles against the seat, turned towards Kuroo, "When are you leaving?"

"Day after tomorrow," Kuroo says, balling up the wet wipes.

Kenma smiles, "Then we can do this one more time before you leave."

Kuroo grins, "Yes, we can."

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Kuroo, age twenty six, calls his boyfriend, who's editing in the other room "Oy, Kenma!"

"What?" Kenma calls back.

"Come here!"

On Kuroo's laptop is a porn site. Typed into the search bar, the words "kodzuken porn"

Results: 426

[ecargmura]

My Deer Friend Nokotan Episode 4 Review - The Deer Club Is In Danger?

Koshi-tan says that she’s a member of the student council, but have we ever seen her do stuff there? If you were curious, yes, the Student Council does make an appearance and Koshi does do things there! The other members of the council are introduced in this episode!

First we got Neko Nekoyamada, the vice president of the Student Council and someone who wants to overthrow Koshi so she could be president. She has a huge grudge on her and is trying to find ways to dethrone her. It turns out that she’s probably the antagonist of the story as she’s the one wanting to disband the Deer Club. Despite being a third year, she’s very tiny. She’s 132 cm (4’3”) and even has to use stepladders to reach a higher place. I find it hilarious how Koshi thinks she’s so cute. She also suffers a lot like Koshi as nothing ever goes in her favor, making her the biggest loser in the story. She’s voiced by Yurika Kubo, who voiced Kyo-chan in A Condition Called Love.

Then we have Kinu Tanukikoji, the secretary. If negativity was a category, Tanukikoji would be a subcategory of her own. She’s extremely pessimistic and a chronic worrywart. Heck, she makes me, a perpetual worrier, look tame. She has a very overactive imagination plagued with exaggerated bad endings whenever something doesn’t go right. She needs to calm down, seriously. Though, I do like the little bonding she had with Koshi, even if it didn’t have much of an effect. She’s voiced by Rio Tsuchiya, who voiced Tsubaki in My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv. 999.

The last of the student council is Chiharu Tsubameya who’s practically stone-faced. Her only reaction prior to the twist was staring wide-eyed at Koshi when she mentioned the deer club. It turns out that Tsubameya is a huge fan of Noko and that she’s too shy to utter a word to her and she’s jealous of Koshi for being close to her. That’s such a hilarious twist and I didn’t see that coming at all. She’s my favorite of the new characters by far. She also lives in a cafe where her brother works. While we don’t see her brother, he’s voiced by Takuya Eguchi. Tsubameya is voiced by Chinatsu Akasaki, who voiced Alice Nakiri from Food Wars.

Did you know that every character of this story are named after animals except for Ukai? Shikanoko is obviously deer due to the Shika in her surname. The Ko in Koshi stands for Tiger, which is the surname shared by both Torako and Anko. The Ba in Bashame stands for horse, which is Meme’s surname. For the Student Council, the Neko in Nekoyamada stands for Cat, obvious with her hair shaped like cat ears. The Tanuki in Tanukikoji stands for raccoon-dog. The Tsubame in Tsubameya stands for swallow like the bird (go to horny jail if you thought of something inappropriate).

So yeah, I can’t wait to see what the Student Council will bring to the story now that Nekoyamada is revealed as the obvious antagonist of the show. What will happen to the Deer Club?

[scribe-of-maat]

Iron Widow & Zachary Ying

I read both back to back.

Xiran Jay Zhao is my new favorite author.

They’re, so so real.

On Iron Widow:

It’s not hard for me to put into words how much I knew I was going to like Iron Widow early on into it. I’m not exaggerating when I said I’ve never read something like it, and I doubt I ever will again. The moment I knew this was going to be good was when the protagonist was revealed to be disabled.

I didn’t know anything about Wu Zetian or that era of Chinese history before going into this (I didn’t realize they hadn’t made those names up until I read Zachary Ying, for instance) but the world they build is so interesting and it’s obvious they’re pulling from real injustices.

But they don’t gloss over the EMOTION that comes with being a minority trapped in an unjust system. My favorite thing about Wu Zetian is the implacable rage she feels at the patriarchal monsters lording their power over her. She hates the system that took away Ruyi, her older sister, and she hates the men profiting in that system at the expense of any girl unlucky enough to be born into it.

To not belabor the point, I wish I could read that climactic scene where the Sages try to use her family against her for the first time again. Her parents capacity familial love being what ultimately dooms them, since it proves they could always have chosen to be better, and never did. It’s an odd feeling to cheer as the protagonist murders their family, but good god you love to see it.

She kills seven named characters over the course of the book - Yang Guang, An Lushan, Ma Xiuying and her husband, and her parents and brother - and I’ve never felt so satisfied. I’ve never read a woman exacting sweet, sweet vengeance and on her oppressors and coming out both alive and more heroic for having done so (in the eyes of the reader).

I knew going in that the love triangle ends in a poly relationship. This was also extremely avant-garde, especially for a YA novel. I realized I didn’t know if they were all in a relationship with each other at the same time or if they had separate but just as intense 1-on-1 relationships with each other, but either way, more power to ‘em.

The power system was also very interesting, especially with how they tie into the explorations of gender. It wasn’t lost on me that Zetian’s most dominant qi was Metal, the one seated at the dead center of the yin-yang spectrum, after she’d talked about not really feeling female or male. Fun fact, when it was revealed Li Shimin had feminine products in his bunker and wasn’t the rapist Zetian thought he was, I thought it was going to be revealed he was actually a woman, to further tie into the gender themes. 

But Xiran excellently captures the feeling of being a space and being so angry about the fact that everyone around you has an undeserved power over you, systematically stolen and enforced on pain of death. I’m the opposite of a tiny East Asian woman but I absolutely understood wanting to tear that down and end anyone profiting off it.

On Zachary Ying:

I though I would like Iron Widow much more, but this ended being about as enjoyable, and is what solidified the fact that Xiran is a YA writer who will absolutely wear her progressive politics on her sleeve much more openly than your white fave (R*** R******).

Her tale of female empowerment isn’t written for the Male Gaze and her tale of the hero’s journey isn’t written for the White Gaze. Zachary Ying is a gay Hui-Chinese Muslim and absolutely the ONLY YA hero of his kind. I’d go on to say he’s the only protagonist of his kind in literally any kind of media without researching that one bit.

The early parts of the books go to great pains to establish that the Chinese government and its people are separate entities, that yeah, there’s injustice there but it’s not like it’s any different anywhere else. When Qin Shi Huang specifically calls out how American heroes like George Washington were enslavers, this had my total buy-in.

Okay, well, that’s not really true. But it just became more total. I’ve never experienced it, but I know from online reading that a lot of immigrant children to the US who are subjected to the perpetual foreigner stereotype get made fun of for their food, and when the book opens with him experiencing this (and Xiran making it obvious he has a crush on his male bully) THAT’S where I was bought-in.

I think what I enjoyed most about this was the explanations of all the Chinese culture, like Di Renjie being Chinese Sherlock Holmes or the lengthy conversation about how Chinese dynasties like the Tang were incredibly diverse. The first hint of Qin Shi Huang not being above his ultimate sacrifice is that he saw himself in Zachary, chose someone like him who a lot people, definitely not just Chinese, wouldn’t.

It feels like a YA novel that takes place in the 2020s as well, written by someone who actually knows what it’s like to be a young person. Zack references a ton of contemporary media and multiple times talks about his powers as waterbending. The game he plays is pretty much Pokemon GO, to boot.

But like I said earlier, it ain’t written for the White Gaze. Just like in Iron Widow, there are extended scenes of characters espousing super duper left leaning ideologies and it dawned on me that I’d never seen politics I agreed with being stated so plainly in a fantasy series.

Oh sure, Rick’ll do things like have TJ and Mallory get into it over he killing thralls, but Magnus walks away before anything concrete has to be stated. Six of The Seven round on Jason for Roman demigods fighting for the Confederacy in the American Civil War, but Percy and Annabeth are never given any guff whatsoever about Greek demigods who did the same. Carter has like one instance of kind of alluding to the fact that police are racist but he sweeps past it.

Because those books are ultimately beholden to the White Gaze. They can’t be anything else, by virtue of being written by a white guy who’ll always, on some level, prioritize his comfort and the comfort of the audience he knows he has to court.  

But not here. They call out a bunch of Yellow Peril nonsense in the book and contrast it with how horrible Western rulers like Nero are remarked upon in detached reverence while Qin Shi Huang is demonized. Zack gets to see that Muslims, at least in the East of China, aren’t being slaughtered wholesale or anything. 

If you haven’t already, you seriously need to read these masterpieces. I love these books.

[gmmtv-bl-tournament-but-evil]

👀👀 i wanna hear your SCOY thoughts 📝🎙🎥

Okay so I should preface this by saying that if you ask me whether or not I like SCOY, my answer is a pitiful whine followed by me throwing a chair as a diversion and quickly disappearing from the room.

In short, SCOY is a 2016 show made in 2022. In long........ okay, we'll get there.

I think if you're going to watch SCOY, you either commit to watching the whole of it or you give up from the start and never press play at all. I started enjoying it pretty deep into the season when I realised that 1) you cannot take it seriously. I believe it is a parody of an exaggeration and it knows it, and 2) you can only enjoy the whole of it if you get into the mindset that both main characters are sociopaths who fit perfectly with each other and if the show has ever made you think otherwise, it was openly and shamelessly lying to you.

Another huge part of the reason I did not give up on it halfway are the secondary couples. When Sky and Khaojao's story finally took its final shape I was so so so glad I stayed 'cause I haven't seen anything like their storyline in any BL before or after SCOY and I will say this is a huge flaw in BL as a whole in my opinion. The same goes for Intouch and Daisy as a couple and Daisy as a character on its own specifically. Daisy's storyline came out of left field and elevated the whole show to an insanely high level despite the little screentime it got.

I feel like all I've said so far makes SCOY seem like a flawless show and I want to make it extremely clear that it is not. Despite appreciating what it was trying to do, it needs also be said that there are huge pacing flaws when it comes to the division of screentime. In addition to that, if it had worked a little better as a drama than it did as a comedy, it could have brought up an amazing conversation about sexuality, desire, and gender identity that it almost completely missed by being so obsessed at trying to make you like Toh. I believe the purpose of Toh as a character was both as a comedic factor - which doesn't necessarily work all that well for the main character - and to make you root for someone that is not often found in shows of any kind. It doesn't quite manage to do either imo, which is a huge shame because when later on in the show Toh actually seems to grow up a bit, he becomes a lot more enjoyable. If they'd toned him down just a tiny smidge, it would be a lot easier to decide to stay from the start.

There are a few things that left a lasting positive impression on me. Despite Toh being extremely hard to like, I came out of watching SCOY absolutely in love with Seng Wichai. Khaojao's whole existence as a character has my whole heart as does Daisy. The subtitling for this show is a work of art, whoever did it deserves to be hired for every single Thai show, I appreciated so much the way they chose to contextualise parts of the translation by straight up explaining them and I wish it happened more often.

So, in conclusion, do I like SCOY? Yes, and also no. I like a lot of its parts and I wish a lot of it was different. Can I, in good conscience, recommend it to others? Absolutely not. I will never ever take responsibility for convincing someone to watch it. I would refer them to this post and tell them "This is in your hands now, whatever choice you make I want no part in it".

Is this a very disappointing answer for someone who had to wait over two days to get it? Probably, yeah...

[patchworkheartouija]

Alone - PH SaFaria Drabble

(Trying to get back in the swing of writing these dumbasses, might do more stuff, or maybe do a Kim-Ly Drabble later. Maybe both.

Contains sex jokes because Faria and raging because Sapphire. Was originally planned to contain reference to Sapphire’s forgotten past but I couldn’t fit that in.)

The clock ticks on the wall as Faria observes her friend.

Sapphire has been sitting in place for the last… 6 hours now? Staring at the wall.

“Ok this is just creepy as shit Saffie.” Faria tries. Her attempt to talk to the albino unfortunately fails.

The clock strikes 2PM and Sapphire rises from her seat and starts to walk down a nearby hallway, her metallic shoes making loud clanking noises, confused the cat follows after her.

“Wanna explain what that shit was?”

“What shit.”

“YOU STARED AT A WALL FOR 6 HOURS!!!”

“It was 70 minutes. We all know you cannot tell time.”

“Still unreasonable… unless minutes are like those REALLY short time measurements…”

“They are not. They are the shortest viable to use for this. If I were to use seconds the number would appear far higher than it is. 6 hours is a count I have no idea how you achieved.

“I guessed.”

“Ah of course.”

“I still think I’m right.”

“Your voice is so grating.”

“My voice is sexy you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sapphire turns to glare at her, Faria just laughs hysterically.

“Soooooo anyway were we going chief?”

“That is for me to know and you to find out.”

“Harsh.”

“I did not ask for nor did I want for you to follow me.”

“Ah but it’s a big place. You could get lost. All alone… cold… trapped.” Ok now she’s just projecting.

“Unlikely I have lived here on my own for several years.”

“Several whats?”

“OKAY.”

“Wooof someone’s angry.”

“I’M NOT ANGRY I- just prefer being alone ok?”

“Hmmmmmmm… well I prefer not that and my siblings are being boring and hunting rats right now and rats really taste like shit here so I’m gonna be following you.”

“Why. Why would you ever want to follow me around!?”

“Because you make cute noises when you’re angry Saff.”

Sapphire resists the urge to scream, that’s what Faria wants.

“You’re a dick Nightingale.”

“Eh?”

“I was… I was calling you by your last name.”

“Ohhhh… right.”

“You are just… so dumb.”

“I’m brilliant.”

“Delusional.” They reach a meat locker, which Sapphire throws open and starts to walk inside, the stupid metal shoes making loud clanks against its also metallic floor. Sapphire follows her inside.

“You’re just never gonna leave me alone, huh?”

“Oh you love me~”

“I do not. I am 5 seconds away from beating you to death.”

“You can’t.”

“And why not?”

“See you’re very tiny and I’m quite large and in the world of beating people to death, I win.”

“I could shock you.”

“Yeah like when you restarted my heart after I drowned because you were scared I died and declared me your best friend.”

“WE DO NOT SPEAK OF MY ACTIONS NEAR THE TIME OF OUR MEETING!!!!!”

“You don’t. I do.”

Sapphire gives an exaggerated sigh. “Why are you like this?”

“Sexy? Dunno I was born this way.”

“Annoying.”

“Oh because it’s funny. And makes me sexier.”

“You simply lack a fear of death to a scale I just… I just can’t understand.”

“Ok two things. 1, I peg death and spit in its face, 2, you are the single most confusingly harmless monster I have ever met. Like what can you DO? You can like occasionally let out a small shock and effectively pretend to be a person despite looking like Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas’s frumpy cousin-“

“Never say that again.”

“-but like what do you DO? You seem to THINK you have the physical strength to fight someone but you DON’T. You’re not even like physically intimidating enough to make that threat towards… like most teenagers.”

“STOP.”

“And I don’t mean like monster kids there are some small ones and some giant ones I’m using the average of human kids. I myself was a pretty big kid not to brag. I could beat your ass at 9.”

“If you do not cease this behaviour I will be forced to act.”

“Act HOW?” Faria says, easily picking Sapphire up with one hand. “You don’t even weigh much.”

“Put me down Nightingale.”

“I can PUNT you.”

“PUT ME DOWN.”

“Wow you are just… convinced you can fight me. It’s almost inspiring to be honest.”

“I WILL.”

“I kinda feel bad for you but I also don’t because this is really funny.”

“My height makes me no less dangerous.”

“Ok true Katia is like smaller than you by a bit in standard form and she doesn’t need to get much bigger to destroy an army but you’re harmless with no actual useful abilities for a fight so the fact you barely reach my hips just becomes another debuff.”

“I WILL SHOCK YOU!”

“Fucking do it then.” There’s a moment of silence and nothing happens. “Yeah I fucking thought so.” Faria places Sapphire down. “So where to chief!”

Sapphire glares at her for a moment. If looks could kill, Faria would be completely fine right now.

Sapphire sighs in annoyance and keeps walking, eventually reaching a wall.

“Ooh a new wall to stare at, fun.”

“Silence Nightingale.”

“No.”

Sapphire picks up a screwdriver from her pocket, and starts to take out random screws from the wall, many are already missing.

“Ok I need to know, the fuck are you doing man?”

“Do not speak like we are friends.”

“We are, you admitted that back on the island.”

“I was lying or something- I don’t know. Why are you sticking around there’s a whole world out there.”

“Because my instincts have decided I like you and I want to see where this goes.”

“I swear to god if your instincts think I’m your MATE.”

“They might I’m not sure. Never had this before.”

“Great. The giant grinning cat fucker might want to breed with me. We’re both girls idiot it doesn’t work like that.”

“Homophobic much?”

“I’m not I’m just saying I’m not a viable mate from an evolutionary standpoint.”

“Nature don’t give a shit. Nature just says “look tiny ragdoll maybe zombie thing who rages constantly like an angry toddler who wears a tie. Cute.” Doesn’t matter WHAT you got in your pants. And who knows you could grow a dick.” Faria jokes.

“I hate this conversation so much.”

“Fair.”

“I hate you so much.”

“You don’t though.”

“Keep fooling yourself.”

“Why do you want me to leave Sapphire?”

“Huh?” The albino turns around.

“Look I mean I get it, the mating joke, the making fun of your height… I’m annoying I get that. But you know it’s nothing more than that, and you yourself said we are friends. So why do you want me to leave? You brought me here yourself. You’ve never made any active attempt to get rid of me or even make me stop following you around. Yet you keep telling me you want me gone.”

“…” Sapphire seems to be shaking.

“Why do you want me to leave?”

“I… have been alone so long.”

“Do you like being alone?”

“I can’t remember. I can’t remember anything about who I am.”

“It’s not a memory it’s a question about you as a person. Do you like people?”

“No…”

“Do you like being completely alone.”

“I thought I did.”

“What changed.”

“I got shoved into a metal crate with a feral monster that licked my face.”

“So me? I’m what made you question if you wanted to be alone. Sounds like YOU’RE the one thinking of ME as a mate. Are you sure you really don’t have any instincts?”

“…Ah well maybe I do. None of that variety. I have a distinct desire not to see under my skin. When I have been injured my body forced me to close my eyes until I could stitch the wound closed. I still find the lack of blood to be odd.”

“Whatever the case, looks like you’re stuck with me! Also I have an urge to find a seam ripper.”

“Can you really not take anything seriously?”

“With you, kinda? Maybe? Answer unclear ask later.”

“I oddly don’t mind that…”

“Well when you’re done unscrewing shit for no reason maybe you can help me try to make a rat trap so Kat and Zero can stop chasing them around.”

“I… think I’d like that.”

[ocularmacdown]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

TYSM @sewerkingcharlie FOR THE TAG !!! i love doing things like this teehee

are you named after anyone?

my legal name is the same as a film/musical character (my parents maintain that wasn’t the entire reason). currently irl i go by just the first letter of that name, but the name i WANT also happens to be a film character (coincidental, but i was happy when i realised)

zoot is the muppet’s band’s saxophonist and i chose him over gonzo (who is technically my fave muppet, beloved thing <3) cuz i also play the sax.

do you have any kids?

nope! and i don’t want any - ofc i can’t predict how future me will feel, but i’ve genuinely never felt/understood the desire to have a child (have felt exactly one paternal pang). still love kids, just not for me!

do you use sarcasm a lot?

i have no idea what’s “a lot”? i enjoy jokes and bits (particularly with my sibling) that usually entail sarcasm, so technically yes, but in a silly/exaggerated way.

first thing you notice about people?

i think i’d say what they’re wearing, cuz personal style can be so cool and varied. general vibe/personality is a close second tho (and ofc first if i’m not physically seeing the person). neurodivergent brain sometimes picks up on vibes TOO much tho-

what’s your eye colour?

like. green? not bright green tho.

scary movies or happy endings?

i’m not really a scary movie watcher*, so happy endings!! small rant, but i’ve noticed people often view happy endings as less inspired than sad/shocking ones, which just is NOT true and really frustrates me. a happy ending can be just as if not more thought provoking and empathetic and realistic !! pls love joy in media more !!

*i have seen all of one horror movie BUT i am a huge fan of uk tv series inside no. 9. it’s so SO good and the only real “scary content” i’ve ever been passionate about.

special talents?

if i lie on my stomach, i can bend my back and legs up and forwards far enough to touch the tip of my nose with my toes :D

what are your hobbies?

drawing and crocheting are the biggest i guess, but i sometimes bake or sew (tho that’s mostly diy-ing rather than big projects). i rly love making bottle cap badges and i used to paint patches too, if that counts. consuming media at a rate of knots is my full time passion /hj.

have any pets?

YES. YES I DO. I COULD GO INTO GREAT DETAIL. IF YOU WANT ME TOO. JUST DM. I WILL SEND YOU AN ESSAY. tldr is i have three cats currently. MY cat, effectively, is a tiny girl cat called (lady) cleo and i adore her <3

what sports to you play/have you played?

as a kid, i swam for several years and was goalkeeper for my school’s girl’s football team for a bit (i was tiny…the uniform and gloves were massive…,), and i always ALWAYS did loads on sports day. did netball in secondary but quit cuz i hated it (the other girls were real assholes) and also badminton after school club (my friend and i just did rallies non competitively, it was great).

i think sport gave me gender euphoria when i was a kid, but as a teen it did the opposite. i’d love to start swimming again in the future and i wanna take up boxing (got some rage to get out my system teehee). i TRY to go to the gym weekly.

how tall are you?

5’4…my mum’s short genes messed up my dad’s average/tall genes :|

favourite subject in school?

DRAMA. always. in primary i loved creative writing, and for the most of secondary i really enjoyed maths. i ADORED geography in secondary (about out 2 my geog teacher….i miss u sir…), but it was too much for me at alevel. i really enjoyed film studies alevel tho!!but yeah. drama forever <3

dream job?

i guess acting ?? but also not ?? i have a very unsteady grasp on what i want my future to look like, and job is not the focus of my plans. i’d love love love to act professionally, but i’d also be just as content with working in cafes forever (what i do currently) and being silly and trans and making art on the internet. i really don’t know. but that’s okay <3

i uhhh don’t have 15 mutuals yet 🧍‍♂️ i will just tag all of y’all tho - u don’t have to participate ofc !!! and i think everyone should do this that wants too !!!

@boodlesofdoodles @beesallhail @cloveclump @cactusfool @certifiedeccentric @angelic-charlie-kelly @emodennis @a-nice-egg-offering

[delugguk]

pair: jungkook x reader

genre: drabble

warning: just sexy times and a lot of flirting

word count: 999 (lol)

summary: when you love jungkook's purple hair too much, how far exactly could things go?

note: this was on my drafts for way too long.. I finally decided to finish it or something like that

"babe stop.."

gazing at you with a soft smile, you were positioned on top of his lap. unstoppable fingers passing through his long and freshly dyed purple hair.

"sorry, I can't help it. it's just so soft and pretty..." showing him a smile with a tilt of your head to the side, you look at his eyes in which jungkook followed mirroing the opposite side.

his hands takes yours off his hair in order to place it back to both of your hipsㅡtaking a long breath, a smirk appears on his face.

"you like it that much?"

his teasing tone makes you leave a tiny chuckle. you know what that means.. this cute little moment could turn into many things, very quickly.

and that's why you begin to swing your hips side to side for, you know.. teasing purposes. while copying his slight smirk also, in a seductive tone almost matching his. "I do like it very much.."

his smirk turns into a big grin and the palm of his hands run through your body in which you decide to follow by doing the same. feeling his strong arms, chest.. all while intensely looking at each others eyes. ㅡ his hands stop at the sides of your neck, very close to your soft cheeks.

"why don't you come and kiss me then?"

and here it is... his infamous gaze.

the gaze that made you feel as if you were doing a test. the one that said 'would you..?' the one that asked, 'do you dare?'

that very one gaze that fucked you up...

the one that filled a fire on you. that one you couldn't say 'no' to. that one you pretty much needed to challenge.. yeah, that one.

he was testing you and you loved every single time he did that. you can say.. that is one of your favorite sexiest things about him.

"do you really want me to?" but you also loved to tease him...

"yes?"

"...what if I don't?"

"then I'll leave you."

you laugh at that. pausing, raising your eyebrows in a very exaggerated manner in which makes the both of you burst into laugh.

you loved that you could play around this easily with him without breaking the heat.

"what do you mean you'll leave me??"

"it means.." he teases, "that I'll find somebody who'll want to kiss me." his lips form a little pout.

"but I do want to kiss you!"

"aha!!" he raises his voice enthusiastically.

"what???" a big smile draws on your lips. you couldn't help it.

"you're so easy to trick, why you keep teasing me?"

he caught you.

"ugh, I know what you're doing right now!"

he laughs. "oh yeah? what am I doing?" he takes his face closer to yours.. "stop acting silly and come kiss me baby.."

"I want to keep teasing you though.." you say with a tiny pout, getting closer to him.

"you can do that later."

closing faces, his lips brushes your lips and then he kisses you and good lord. his lips and the way he kisses. so soft yet so needy but delicate at the same time.. you absolutely loved kissing him everytime. his kisses were enough to make you go all crazy over him, to want him to destroy you in the best and pleasurable way that was ever possible. you never wanted to leave him as you could never get tired of this like ever.

but apart from kissing, another one of your favorite things was to run your fingers through his silky hair while you were at it.

so that's what you do. causing him to leave a hot whimper against your lips that made you clench your needy walls immediately. the fact that you could also feel his bulge forming on his big and grey trousers, wasn't helping you that much. ㅡ he wore a white hoodie which make him look so cuddly yet so hot.. at that thought, you mentally pat yourself's head in congratulations, feeling really lucky for having such an irresistible kind-hearted boyfriend that you could take care of while feeling protected at the same time and vice versa.

but now.. if you were to talk about his body.. he surely felt bigger now. he said he was going to spend more time on the gym and good lord how well you could see and feel his results. It got to the point where you could notice that much and while it makes you feel crazier, you also feel very proud of him. he felt safer, stronger, more warm and delicious. you loved everything about him the same way he loved everything about you.

ㅡhis lower body moves in an attempt to do mini body rolls just so he could cause some sort of friction between your lower part, making you both feeling heavier while the heat just increased.

"do you want me to fuck you right here?" with a very sexy breathy tone, his lips affixed to your ear leaving hot, wet kisses. goosebumps could be felt along your back spine.

jungkook pants as soon as he stopped kissing you and somehow that turned you on so much.

seeing his pleading shiny eyes..

"I want you anywhere you want me," you grind harder on him, provoking him. "yes." then softly bite his ear, moaning on it.

...and that was enough for him to want to fuck your brains out. ㅡ he immediately throws away your joggers along with his trousers. not being careful for how messy everything could turn, this night you both fuck like two of the craziest animals that could ever live out there. as if you haven't had sex in years but that was obviously a big, humongous lie.

and as if it was the last day of you being together, you two were so needy and desperate... so hard, so heavy, so delirious..

this night could be considered as one of the best sex you two have ever had.

[bigskydreaming]

Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids. 

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint? 

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower. 

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes. 

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer. 

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest. 

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”