#<- this tag. The crux of it. This fucking

[seafoam-taide]

everyone needsto know . is a huge fucking liar and I didn't even realize it. There's been big developments in the . department the past couple weeks bc void has been LYING !!!

[fungus-no69]

“The term of 'almost deer' is really fitting, not but quite accurate. It was like a deer that someone who had never seen a deer drew, but only after someone else described it to them.” - u/Ampersand_Dotsys

Doodles

[krisdreemurrs]

it sucks being an arcane fan and seeing people misunderstand marcus's character as a whole. in my eyes his scenes with his daughter are less to make us feel bad for him and are more for us to simply understand why he's still doing the shit he's doing. say whatever you want but if I had to do shady corrupted ass dealings to keep my family safe I probably would out of sheer terror, so while I fully think marcus dug his grave I can understand why he couldnt just rebel against silco. marcus as a character reminds me of the simple human fact that everyone wants to change the world but most ppl arent actually willing to sacrifice what they have to do it.

[goldenspirits]

"It's 'cause you're always on that damn amulet!"

Character by @lvitoula

[tennessoui]

I would love to see the band au on AO3. or the pirates of the Caribbean au! I don't remember if either of those has enough to straight up copy and paste but i think the pirates au at least has the majority of the emotional beats of a whole fic worked out in various snippets that it wouldn't take a lot to put together as one piece?

this has turned into a very interesting experiment for me if im being honest because it's so cool to see what aus different people think are written/ready for ao3

as far as i can remember, the band au (specifically the band au where anakin is the frontman in a band with ahsoka and aayla and he's in love with ahsoka's step brother dr. obi-wan kenobi) has no ficlet for it - it's just a series of asks being answered & a root post!

and as for the pirates au, there are only 2 ficlets: one where they reunite and obi-wan doesn't recognize anakin & then one a few hours later where obi-wan tries to leave anakin on the shore because the life of a pirate is too dangerous for him

[skhardwarevers1]

Thinking about how the only reason I rewrote an entire plot arc was because I realized that I ACCIDENTALLY made Moon’s star clip have the same shape as Crux’s star eye/symbol thing

[angstandhappiness]

INTERESTING

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

[veththeebrave]

Made a whole post but reached the tag limit no vethstrid upon ye

[nadekosnake]

Sodachi & Nadeko as a pairing — Yay or nay?

Sorry this is late! 🥲 I can’t say I ever thought about it, so I wanted to consider my answer a little more. I’m not much of a shipper in the first place admittedly 🤧

My answer is “this is not a ship for me." The difference in age/where they are in life is a little too much (now in the anime, with Sodachi being in university while Nadeko being in middle school). I also view their relationship to be more like siblings, since Nadeko knows Sodachi as the friend of her best friend’s older brother.

If we’re talking later in life when difference in age/where they are in life is not as large of a factor to affect the power dynamic of their relationship (consenting adults, etc), I do think that Sodachi would still be an older-sibling-figure from Nadeko’s past… I prefer if Nadeko wouldn’t deal with that kind of situation again (speaking about her “crush” on Koyomi). I think an element of Nadeko’s arc is about the deconstruction of the stereotypical anime “imouto” charatype that she was introduced as. So to me, it would be nice for Nadeko to have a partner that doesn’t have that kind of faux older-sibling relation to her, past or present.

Apologies for the long answer! It’s a little jumbled but I hope that this suffices! 🙏😓

[yappacadaver]

Raymond could never be 6ft to me, that's not the point of his character

[jollyparaphernalia]

Welcome back to the Kingswap AU Yapping. Todays topic is Party Dynamics

(What's this?) Today we focus in on Clovis (Our swapped King now in Siffrins position). As you can see, his first introduction to the party was a bit of a...mixed affair? Guy's got some anxieties (Don't worry, they caught him later) WARNING: This chatter post i'm just gonna blanket as just being spoilers all around for 'In Stars And Time', and any content warnings that apply to the game also apply here.

First things first before getting into it...WOAH THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE RESPONSE! I wasn't expecting people to resonate so much with the idea, I was maybe expecting a small handful of notes, but seeing people interested and keysmashing in the comments/tags and theorizing makes me very happy! I also appreciate all the asks that have been sent in (Don't worry. I've seen you guys who are curious about how much of a freak Isabeau is re: the Stagemaster. I see you. I love you. I will get to those soon.) But the topic today is focused on Clovis.

Hey Jolly, what's the point of focusing on all this background stuff if this AU ends up in the loops anyways?

It's MY BRAINROT, and I SAY that the Orb Quest and background stuff is ESSENTIAL to the LORE A big part hanging over In Stars and Time is the Team. The Friends. The FAMILY. It is a huge crux of the motivations of Siffrin, and for this AU I wanna sell you on the Swapped King having a place in the party, and how the others bounce off of him and interact with him. It's fun translating someone like The King into a form that is a very different role but keeping some of the themes he comes with.

So, what's the Vibe?

Clovis is an awkward wet dog. He fills a similar niche that Siffrin does, being a semi-forgetful islander who is a complete disaster once you peel back the curtains, and is different in how he intersects with the party.

A small example would be puns. He doesn't make puns - but he ends up being funny anyways

"You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?" He forgets words a lot similar to Siffrin, and is mortified every time - but he says things so seriously that everyone has a great time anyways.

One on One, you can rank the differences between character interactions on...Do they Like Dogs or Cats More? Siffrin is Cat, Clovis is Dog.

Lets Look At The Most Different Dynamic Compared to Siffrin: Mirabelle.

Mirabelle prefers dogs. She struggles to understand Siffrin, and Siffrin struggles to understand her, and that is the crux of a lot of problems that happen in ISAT, with Mirabelle not wanting to seem nosey with Siffrins secrets.

So, she thrives alongside Clovis. A sad, wet dog she found behind a dumpster. Who is very, very intense and gives off unnerving energy.

Mirabelle leash your fucking cryptid. He's scaring the neighbours.

Clovis is slightly more open than Siffrin (Can't hide behind a hat, after all) and he willingly searched out the Party to join them on their quest to save Vaugarde (Though he's a bit cagey on answering why outside of thats what a knight would do, but thats okay). He's willingly pledged his service, and Mirabelle appreciates having someone who is unambiguously on her side without having to be asked. It also helps that he also seems a little scared all the time, but thats okay. They can be brave together. (She just wishes that he wouldn't put himself in harms way all the time)

Mira also considers Clovis to be a bit of a good luck charm, in fact - she's learned she can take him out to do errands, and for some strange reason...She doesn't get bothered nearly as much by strangers approaching her to talk with the 'Chosen of the Change God'. Going shopping is almost pleasant when he's with her!

Clovis isn't really sure why it happens either. (It's because you scare the shit out of people with your neutral expression, dude.)

Hey, wouldn't that kinda dedication be a little weird for Mirabelle?

Maybe. I'd like to think they're on a weird similar wavelength, with Clovis being so deep in his knightly sensibilities and being so polite to her. Some....secret third thing (It's friendship. Ace for Ace solidarity). Clovis would probably catch onto the papers well before Dormont, but, well. He'd probably not wanna snoop about it, cause that's rude!

(He's some flavour of Ace? You decide. shipping ain't off the table, but that's not the focus for this AU. The focus is pain and the agonies). Much like how in the artbook insertdisc5 muses that Siffrin would travel with Odile the longest, I think Clovis would join Mirabelle for her pilgrimage.

So, what about someone who is more a Cat person?

Like, say, Odile! Great topic change. Clovis steals Siffrin's spot as 'Odile's chosen for Secret Quests' because he's good at keeping secrets, though...Odile has to pay a bit more attention to Clovis when left in a book store or library on his lonesome. Guy just hones in on Headache books like candy.

As seen above with the first meeting, Clovis also keeps a lot of Siff's Sus energy. But considering how easily Clovis tends to cave under Odile's pressure, the idea that he could be an assassin from the Stagemaster is laughable at best. (And also easily disproved, considering how active The Stagemaster is in Orbquest for this AU)

You know how in ISAT proper, Odile's Susquest is incredibly hard to get naturally, and often needing a guide to achieve for the typical player? Yeah that's reversed. Clovis can't act for SHIT and Odile can read him like a book. Clovis going through the House of Dormont and has one innocent conversation with the team and you just hear*Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!* Cats can keep secrets, but you KNOW when a dog has done something they shouldn't have. (Odile probably finds that both funny and charming?)

Now, just cause Clovis can't keep a personal secret, and is potentially easy to read...doesn't mean he isn't cunning. After all...The King in ISAT proper is able to deduce that there's something fucky going on with Siffrin, and is perfectly capable of deception.

Clovis voted 'second least likely to beat someone in chess (first being Isabeau on purpose)' but the truth of the matter is he's probably cracked at that. Probably would also love Strategy Games (And is fucking awful at poker).

He'd also prolly join Odile and Isabeau in smoking a bong and going drinking. They're both prolly delighted at this (Out straight edge little knight smoking and drinking? The scandal!)

So...What's Up With Isabeau And Clovis. Is Isabeau...interested in Clovis like he is Siffrin?

WELL. THERE'S CERTAINLY SOMETHING COMPLICATED HERE.

We can't talk about Isabeau and an AU'd KING and not get a LITTLE bit into The Gender. Even in the baseline material, you can probably write essays on the compare/contrast between The King and Isabeau regarding their masculinity and how it manifests (and in fact, i'm almost sure people have!). Seriously, The King literally chose his title. An explicitly masculine title, with him specifically highlighting the ability to make decisions and force his will onto others.

There's shades of it here, but the villainous side of it is understandably no longer present. Clovis...well, Clovis has a complex relationship to his gender? Unlike Siffrin (who is explicitly said to have never done Body Craft) The King is stated to HAVE done Bodycraft at some point (even if it was to BE BIG), so...Clovis maybe has thought about it (maybe even done it?).

I like to say he's explicitly attached to being A Guy. I'm talking full on 'yippee!' if people call him Sir Clovis. Could just be he's happy to be identified As a Knight...could be something more.

I'll leave the interpretation to you.

But wait! You said it was complex, this seems straightforward?

Well. The second half of it is that Clovis...explicitly wants to be seen as a protector. He doesn't WANT to scare people, he doesn't WANT to be seen as intimidating or weird or strange and intense. He doesn't want the Party to see him as dangerous or scary. ('But you're the good kind of scary!' is prolly what Mirabelle would say, the horror loving fanatic she is.)

Not that Clovis would ever -voice- it, but he so very desperately wants what Isabeau has. And vice versa, Isabeau I think would deeply admire Clovis for being practically fearless when it comes to taking on the burdens of the adventure. Clovis takes things in stride (even if in social contexts he's VERY NERVOUS) and yet...Clovis might be anxious...but Clovis isn't a coward. Clovis knows what he wants to be. If shit hits the fan, Clovis is marching forward, focused and unafraid to use what cunning he can muster to get through the obstacle.

So, yeah, Isabeau and Clovis are definitely two bros bonding over being dudes, 100%. Maybe not super outwardly, but it's there. The whole thing smacks of Gender. They both want what the other got.

Does that translate to a crush from Isabeau that Clovis is oblivious to? I haven't decided yet (I lean towards yes? because thinking about Loop having an aneurysm watching Isabeau be an idiot trying to confess to Clovis makes me happy)

They're friends, at a minimum.

Hey Wait a Second! How is Clovis with Touch?

He's so-so about it! He has the bonus of having his armor insulate him, so, the party will casually touch his armored bits like his gloves and chestplate, but...he reacts about as well as Siffrin is to sudden touch. He'd like it! But. Uh...Well. Not like he can remember a time when someone hugged him, you know? (He'd like a hug, but that would be weird to ask for. Something something knightly distance something something.)

But Wait! There's One More Party Member! What about Bonnie?

(Yes for the timecraft from the Stagemaster, btw, i'll get into it another time)

Eye incident? What Eye Incident? Bonnies right over there, see?

Bonnies all well and go- what? You want them to turn around? Okay...Hey! Bonnie!

Turn around for us!

See? Bonnies fine. Everything is fine. It's. Fine. Maybe we'll get into the tale there another time. (That's not a typo. Bonnie calls him Cloves :) )

get out of here you cheeky twink

Anyways, what's the Conclusion here?

Clovis wants to support the party. Clovis, just a little bit selfishly, wants to be useful to them just a little bit longer, if only to make sure Bonnie gets back to their sister (and so she can yell at him profusely and maybe beat him to death with a hammer)

If Siffrin's mantra is 'i'm fine', Clovis' is 'I can handle it.'

See? He's strong. That's what knights are for, right? Bearing the burden? He can handle it. He can handle it.

SO WHY CAN'T HE HANDLE IT?!

Once again I hope you enjoyed this little journey here, and i'd like to thank everyone again for being so curious about my brainrot (and a big thanks again to the isat discords AU channel for feeding my worms)

Anyways thank you byyyyeeeeeeeee, have Clovis enjoying a parfait

[edensrose]

𐔌 𖹭 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 ˖ ࣪✧

ᡴꪫ. age gap & suggestive, kissing, satoru in 30's . reader in 20's . few good years after graduation 𖹭 former student ! f. reader ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳

˖ ࣪ 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. ۫ ۶ৎ this is gonna be a loose series lemme know if you wanna be tagged !

kissing satoru gojo is one thing.

but kissing satoru gojo, as his former student, is starkly another.

"what did you . . ." endless chatter falls flat, stolen by your lips. every word pins to his tongue. the same way his eyes do to yours. his hands tremble on your waist — they shouldn't be there. your body flushed to his — he should back off.

you're reeling. drowning. lost in the memory of his lips on yours. frozen in the lock you engaged. you did this. you backed him up into the same desk he carelessly taught you from for years. you put your mouth to his. craved his body on yours. tasted him. teased him.

this is wrong. this is so -

"gojo." you breathe.

very -

"I'm sorry, I just." you press into him further.

wrong.

"just needed you to be my first kiss." your hands venture along the dark fabric of his jacket. sin spills from your fingers. tender caresses, tentative cadences. you hope he pushes you off. scolds you, like he never did back in school. perhaps you could both keep your dignity.

but the strongest stands weak to his favourite. long body cruxed slightly in the position you rendered him. back to the edge of the desk. fingers tight on the edge of it now; he manages to abandon your waist, even if it scorned him. blue eyes hung heavy, you could see it even with the blindfold. lips parted in the way you left them. like fire, like ice, they ghost yours. temptation. tribulation.

he says nothing. how you wished he would. wished he would stop you from doing something stupid. from pressing into a man who's far too old for you. maybe he can still stop you from this twisted fantasy nestled in your head since last year.

you lean in once more. feather another kiss to his pink lips. you're tempted to reach and pull at the fabric obscuring his eyes. so that he might look at you in your entirety. look at what you've become. what he's made you.

"you get it, right?" your eyes bat.

"fuck." his short breath freezes you.

reality hits in the form of a growing bulge outlined and pressed into your thigh. your breath hitches. his heart stops. it's now or never. push or pull. right or,

wrong.

you shove. not him, but on him. you shove yourself. away. anywhere but near him. the one who made you lose that last semblance of control. your gaze holds regret, shame — for starting or for stopping?

you don't know. you don't want to. you're out the door in seconds. the empty hallways bear witness to your scamper. frazzled eyes and short breaths. it seems you still have some decency.

yet still. still.

you wish he'd come after you, and rid you of that damn decency.

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

[mangotangerine]

Have you ever wanted to read about the Machine Herald fucking Jayce Talis into the mattress for two bags of cheese and then traveling back to his own dimension to wreck his Jayce?

No?

It's okay, you don't have to lie to me. Whine and cheese is now ready to read! Art by the wonderful crux on Bluesky (reposted with permission). Written for @bottomjayceweek !

Fandom: Arcane/League of Legends

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Machine Herald/Jayce Giopara, Machine Herald/Jayce Talis/Viktor

Relevant Tags: Bottom Jayce, Top Viktor, Trans Viktor, The Machine Herald travels to Arcane Viktor and Jayce and Fucks Jayce for 2 Bags of Cheese, and then he goes back to his own dimension to fuck Giopara, Viktorcest, Humor, Feral Viktor, Feral Jayce, They're Both Feral Beasts, Comedy, Smut, Wire Play, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Hexstrap, Jayce is a Turbo Slut, Face-Fucking, Choking, Anal Sex

Summary:

The Machine Herald travels to an alternate dimension and ends up making out with Arcane Viktor and railing Jayce Talis into the bed for two bags of cheese and the sacred knowledge of 'the tongue thing.' He returns to his dimension, determined to figure out if 'the tongue thing' transcends dimensions, and makes it Jayce "The Defender of Tomorrow" Giopara's problem.

Luckily for Viktor "the Machine Herald" Nolastname, Jayce has been embarrassingly obsessed with him for years, so when Viktor shows up in his house to steal his cheesy puffs, make him orphan regular bacon, and demand Jayce help him with his "research" to see if the tongue thing is a natural-occurring phenomenon or a learned thing, Jayce agrees.

A romantic comedy in three parts, emphasis on the comedy. They DO cuddle in the end, though, and Jayce does stick his fingers in Viktor's ports.

[selarina]

The Ken to whose Barbie?

-> Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Summary: He's supposed to be Ken this Halloween, as in Barbie's Ken, but he doesn't think he looks the part. But you insist that he does. He's blonde, he’s literally named Ken, and he's just oh so very handsome.

Tags: halloween party, established relationship, fluff, smut, jealously, alcohol use, spit kink, oral sex (f!receiving), implied (m!receiving) oral sex, kisses on the feet, bath scene, aftercare, she/her pronouns used for reader, unedited

Word Count: 2.5k words

Author's Note: wanted to release this on Friday the 13th but I couldn't :/ Also, sorry the smut was quick. I was horny and then I got un-horny

Read on AO3

"Wow, don't you look... flamboyant."

Shoko walked towards him as Nanami barely smiled. He greets her with a small nod. In truth, he feels absolutely fucking ridiculous in this outfit of his. He's supposed to be Ken, as in Barbie's Ken, but he doesn't think he exactly looks the part.

But you argued he does. He's blonde, he's named Kento, and he's oh so very handsome. Your words, not his. And so, of course, he agreed, albeit his reluctance.

“How have you been, Shoko-san?” Nanami inquires, hoping to divert her attention from his incongruous appearance.

"I've been good," she says, Shoko extinguishes her cigarette against the stone wall with an insouciant flick, her gaze sweeping from his exposed chest to the opulent fur draping him. "Did you lose a bet or something?"

"I do not engage in wagers," he says. "It's imprudent," he remarks.

Shoko smiles, ever so slightly. It's been years and yet some things don't change. She may not have an intimate understanding of him, not really, but she did know he would never show up in such an outfit, or in fact, any halloween outfit.

"It’s because of her, isn’t it?" Shoko probes.

He feels another of wave of chill wind hit chest, noticing the lack of a cigarette in her hand. Maybe she threw it in the bin while he was looking away. He doesn't say anything.

Shoko's expression changes now, and she smiles. He can't think of the last time he's seen her smile. She brings a hand up, placing it on his shoulder. “She’s a nice girl.”

“She is,” is all he says before Shoko pulls out another cigarette, as she vanishes back into the door.

There’s so many words to describe you, Nanami thinks. Nice is one that stands true, but it only really scratches the surface.

There’s so many words to describe you. So, so many but he can barely think of any as you walk towards him.

You're adorned in a tiny pink and white dress, the edges of your skirt just about hitting your upper thighs. And you're walking towards him with a sweet sweet smile. You look pretty.

"You look beautiful," he manages to utter as you draw near.

You leave a soft peck against his cheeks, "Thank you. You look beautiful as well," you move back to give his outfit a look.

"So, now you're taunting me. All after begging me to wear this shitty costume," he says.

"I didn't beg," you frown with a squint. You didn't beg. All you did was call him handsome, and he conceded.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," he says, as he holds out his hand for you, you stretch your hand out to loop yours into his.

Your free hand reaches for your phone, opening a QR code up, so the security could scan it.

"But you look handsome," you say as your hands shift from his forearms to his hand, as you pull him into the crux of the party. And so, he stops grumbling because as he's mentioned before — it's really all it takes from you.

The party scene is not quite what he expected, he was expecting chaos and sticky floor, but it's a bit lax and he can actually hear his thoughts out loud, even though he wishes nothing more than to turn them off now. Because you looks so fucking cute in your outfit, and every time you sit, your skirt rides up — just a little — to reveal your thighs, and he finds himself wishing he could just take you back home. He wants to leave.

No, he needs to leave.

Self restraint has always been one of Nanami's strong suits. But with you, it's always faded to dust.

His first kiss with you happened on a whim, it wasn't planned or anything. He saw you sitting outside on a park bench, on a normal forgettable park bench, and he thought you looked pretty. And so, he leaned in for a kiss.

He then met you days later for your third date, but he could barely let you get past your front door. The dinner reservation had gone to waste, but he just couldn't help himself, you looked too good in your dress.

"Let's leave," he says, bending down to whisper in your ears as you take a sip from your glass.

"What? No," you protest, a soft frown marring your features. "We just got here."

Mirroring your frown, he presses, "But I want to leave now."

He can't help but think about how unlike himself he sounds, he sounds like a child begging for a treat. You could sternly tell him you want to stay, and he'd listen, none too alike to a child.

"Hey," he hears a gruff voice from beside you.

It's a man, dressed in a military outfit, but neither of you know him, at least to his knowledge. He turns to look at you and he confirms the same because you're looking back at him with a similar expression.

"Can we help you?" you ask.

"I know you're dressed as Barbie," the man says. "But I think you're missing wings because you look like an angel."

Apart from the fact that the compliment is just too wordy. Nanami thinks he's pissed because this man has no etiquette, Nanami's hand had been clinging to your waist all night, so what made him think he could come over and hit on you?

But most of all, what pisses him off is that he's not wrong.

"Well, I'm Barbie and Barbie has a Ken so," you say, turning to him and he could swear your eyes twinkled just then.

The stranger persisted, with a chuckle, "Some Barbies have G.I. Joe boyfriends. You should ask my little sister."

Before you can respond, arms encircle your waist, pulling you close to Nanami. "Not this one." His words are curt and final, "Now, leave."

At that the G.I Joe guy's eyes widens, before he wordlessly takes his leave.

And that's all it takes from Nanami to take your glass from your hand before he leaves it on an unoccupied table with a loud clink. He guides your hand into his.

"We're leaving," he says plainly as you nod.

—

Your hands slide to Nanami's neck, and you pull. Your jaw flex as your mouths move. You're so used to his languid movements, that his quick movements leave you reeling.

His torso is completely flush against yours as he lifts you off the ground, still kissing you as he walks to close the front door shut.

Your ankles hook around his back, his hands slide down to grip the undersides of your bare thighs.

It doesn't take too long for him to drop you onto your bed, he quickly takes fur coat off, as he's coming back down to kiss you.

You taste like mint cranberry with a tinge of alcohol remnants around your lips, he thinks.

You cart your fingers through his undercut, before tugging on the roots of the hair above. 

He parts away from you now, and this time he slows down. Not because he needs it, but because he doesn't always act this way, he's not always this harsh with his movements, he loves treating you with soft caresses and gentle grips, but there are times like this where you just bring out a different, more untamed side of him.

You take his headband off, as your hands stay on his hair, but this time you play with it, carding through. You know he's thinking, and you know what he's thinking about.

"Kento," you say, soft as a whisper.

He hums. "Are you jealous of the little G.I Joe man?"

Little.

"Why would I be jealous of him?" he asks, as though you've insulted him by implying so. He admits it pissed him off, he admits there is a strange, more concerning side of him that wishes he could keep you all to himself, that he could keep you away from eyes that could see your beauty, but truly, he doesn't worry about other people much. He has all his faith in you.

"It did annoy me," he says. He bends down, leaving a soft kiss forehead.

And that's the last of his softness for you today, he comes back up. "Open," he says, his thumb grazing over your chewed up bottom lip.

And you do, as you often do, your mouth opens, and your eyes stare up at him, wide and waiting with devotion he can only think of deserving at times like this.

Nanami purses his lips and hocks a glob of spit directly into your mouth, as you swallow.

He pushes your legs apart. He bends down, placing the softest kisses all around your neck, "You're so good to me," he says as you groan in tandem.

His hands move up and down, tracing inconsequential patterns before they go up to tug at the straps of your underwear before he pulls them down your legs.

Nanami moves back from your body, your skirt is bunched up to your waist, and you sit upright as you stare down at him in all of your half-naked glory. It takes merely one look at your face— your lips ajar, your hair mussed, your stare hazy — for him to decide he should be on his knees for you.

His knees hit the ground, and his hands come to hold your oustered foot.

His lips come down to press a steady kiss to the arch of your foot as he maintains a painstakingly unwavering eye contact with your eyes.

Slowly, his kisses move higher. He presses the second one just past your ankles, his lips touching the flexing muscles of your calves. With his kiss, your muscles relax.

And then he moves even more higher to the sensitive skin behind your knees, it's ticklish almost so your toes curl to suppress the sensation. And then finally, he settles, he dedicates some time, stopping to leave more than a few kisses to your inner thighs.

Now as his face remains near your inner thighs, Nanami can’t resist, and he sucks twin hickeys onto each side of your thighs. His thumb coming to trace his work of art, as his eyes come back to find your eyes. His brown eyes entrapping you in place.

For a solid minute, Nanami can't do nothing but stare at your pretty cunt. You refuse to squirm but every time he does this, it makes you feel squeamish and seen, you feel the need to kick off and run away. His warm breath dances over the sensitive skin, and you squirm — just a little, begging for the return of his mouth.

He smears his mouth against your cunt with open mouth kisses. Wet trails of his spit glister in the wake of his lips. He uses his fingers to pinch at your hood until your clit peeks out for him.

“You're so good to me Kento baby,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” Nanami asks. He likes hearing it every time, he asks you over and over and over again, until it's all you can seems to say.

You nod eagerly, "Yeah," you say with a soft gulp.

His hand continued to toy with your clit, your hips bucking greedily against the anchor of his hands at your hips, begging for more pressure, more, more, more. And it's just like him to give you more and beyond.

He moves in again — his tongue to his nose both buried in between your legs, as he laps and sucks on until finally your thighs start to show its very first quiver.

With that he moves, focusing his attention on your clit, he is persistent and needy in the way he moves, like he's a starved and depraved little thing. It's so unlike his usual self, so you commit it to memory every chance you get.

The foot that was once laying limp on his shoulder, now clenches, drawing him closer and closer by the neck with every move he continues to make. He can tell you are going cum soon.

It's the part he commits to memory— the way your hips arc, humping to get what you need to fly over the edge, as your eyes are shut with pleasure.

And you come into his mouth at one consequential contact, he relishes that familiar tang as he laps it all up.

He wipes his mouth with one hand and he looks up to you, you look at him and a quiet moment passes by, he can hear a vehicle outside, making it's way across the road.

And then you break out into soft chuckles, it comes out restrained because you're just so out of breath.

You move to the ground, your hand hitting the ground beside him, you're still breathing heavily as you force him to take your place on the bed.

Your hands settle on his thighs, as you caress it his high from over his pants. You look up, as you reach for his belt. "Your turn now, Kento baby."

—

“Tell me why it annoyed you,” you murmur, punctuating your sentence with a small yawn.

The warmth of the bath makes him feel even more drowsy than he’s been feeling, but this feels too nice to wake up and make or even order dinner.

Nanami lies with his back propped in the bath, his knees are spread, sitting against the bathtub to fit your body. Your back lays warm and wet against his chest, and the crown of your head just below his chin. His hands hold your breasts in each palm, slowly caressing your nipples.

Maybe it's because he's feeling drowsy. Maybe it's because you've drained him of his all his energy tonight, but he speaks up. “I guess, I just want you all to myself sometimes."

"Of course, you do. I'm a catch," you say with a giggle.

Nanami tweaks your nipple, and you squeal. The water around him sloshes over the edge of the bathtub, drenching the mat as you move in his hold.

“You can be cocky sometimes,” Nanami says mournfully.

You laugh, and the vibration of your chest shifts your breasts in his hands. "I am yours though," you say. Sweet as you are, he feels like you have to say this to him, you have to reassure him constantly. He doesn’t think he could just know this, as blind faith or by the look in your eyes.

Nanami may look a man confident of his abilities and status, but with you, he thinks you could do so much better. You deserve more than half-truths, and repressed staggering feelings, and so he needs to hear it

"You are," he says. "I guess it's just odd then."

"It's not," your response is immediate. "I understand."

"You do?" he asks.

"Yeah, did you see the number of women looking at you today?" you say, and there's a hint of agitation there, and Nanami hates to admit it but it does something to him. To have this knowledge that you could even care that much for him.

"I didn't see them," he says moments later when you’re both in bed. You nestle in deeper against his chest, barely awake at all. I only see you.

"I know," you smile, and he feels it against his chest.

[neuroticbookworm]

Heesu in Class 2 episode 9 just took my breath away and I am here to yell about it

Friends. Mutuals. Beloveds. @lurkingshan and I just experienced an amazing episode of television. The show engaged us emotionally from the very first second, slowly building the tension and anticipation, and released it in the most satisfying way, with some of the beautiful cinematography and use of light I’ve ever seen in BLs.

We’ve been discoursing here in the tags for weeks about how the het couples are providing a good contrast to the queer relationship the show was slowly constructing between Seungwon and Heesu, and today the show took that comparison from subtext to actual text. Seungwon asking Jiyu if she really does not know why it is so difficult for him to confess was heartbreaking to watch. And so was Heesu struggling to tell Chanyoung and Ho Shik. But the responses Seungwon and Heesu get from their friends are so important. Jiyu says she’s pretending not to know, because it hurts to watch your queer friends struggle with their desire in this fucked-up world. But she’s also right when she says that there is no other choice: it is unfair, it is painful, but motivating Seungwon to confess his feelings to Heesu *is* the right thing for him, for his happiness.

Chanyoung could’ve picked a better place to blow up on Heesu other than the school hallway, but his anger is not misplaced. He’s been watching Heesu agonize over something that he won’t even share with his best friend, and it hurts Chanyoung. When Heesu fires back that it’s not easy for him as it was for Chanyoung, Chanyoung says it wasn’t easy for him either! But he still shared his thoughts with his friend because he trusts him. Therein lies the crux of the problem: as long as Heesu refuses to share with Chanyoung, Chanyoung has no other choice but to believe that Heesu does not trust him.

After a conversation with his sister Heesu realizes that if he wants to not lose his friendship with Chanyoung, he’s going to have to tell him. I swear to god, as soon as the scene in the classroom started, I clutched my hair in anticipation because I knew the show was gonna blow my mind. Heesu closing the curtains one by one, enveloping himself and Seungwon in darkness, as he talked about secrets and how everyone needs to talk to someone so that their secrets don’t become too much to handle and destroy them. How it is easy to share secrets in darkness, when you cannot see who you are sharing them with. How he needs to share his with someone else first before sharing it with Seungwon, a declaration that was a ray of clarity shining through the mess of angst and frustration he’s been under for weeks; not unlike the ray of sunshine that pierced through the dark room as he stood there with Seungwon. And finally, finally, Heesu confessing his (past) feelings to Chanyoung, in the way he feels safe.

Watching this confession unfold was so amazing, and I am in awe of how the show’s writing has perfectly guided us to this moment for weeks. This episode has cemented Heesu in Class 2 as one of my favorite kdramas, and I am so excited for the finale tomorrow.

[xazse]

Imagined getting fingerfucked by Kazuha till you pass out without even pounding his dick into your pussy 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Notes: HELLOO, I’ve been neglecting my people who aren’t that interested in Scaramouche and jjk so enjoy this!

Pairings: Fem!Reader x Kazuha Kaedehara

Tags: Overstimulation, fingering, passing out, our poor neglected Kazuha at the end, sensitive reader, NOT PROOFREAD

You’re such a sensitive thing, Kazuha knows this and uses it in his favor.

You two are somewhere on the crux hiding behind some boxes: he’s been trying to calm you down and tell you just small kisses and nothing more, but you’re such a greedy minx that tries to slip a little tongue in, tries to bite at his lips, you’re even going as far as to guide his hands towards your cunt.

Small pleas leave your wet lips, a pout decorating your face, his cock stirs at the desperate sight of you, he so badly wants to fuck you but he’s the one most in control and if he gets worked up like you are right now he isn’t gonna be able to perform his duties with Beidou.

“Kazuha… please… just a little” you press your nimble fingers on his cock, a hiss leaves his lips. In a matter of seconds he’s standing up and manhandling you onto one of the boxes. You’re bent over while he’s behind you pinning your arms behind your back. You make no move to tell him to stop or to let up a little. Confused and a little dazed at his quick movements you turn slightly at him.

A whispered yelp is let out when you feel a cold breeze hit your ass and pussy. He keeps pulling your shorts down till they hang around your ankles. Kazuha steps back a little to admire the view, your plush thighs squeezing together periodically to relieve some pressure building up. He doesn’t like handling you in such a mean way but it’s completely necessary.

He decides he’s had enough of the view and slides himself beside you, putting his face in the crook of your neck and a little bit of his weight on your back, but not fully ontop of you, just at an angle.

He guides his soft fingers down your back, to your exposed cunt. It’s already plenty wet but he traces the outline just a little to tease you, it’s not even a second before you’re whining for more. He pushes a finger inside your awaiting hole, needy little hole just accepts him, so he takes the incentive to add one more. Two slim fingers are scissoring you open. Wet slick sounds are resonating in the area, Kazuha is silently begging no one to come near.

Pretty sounds are leaving your throat, he can just picture how good you look, a bitten bruised lip, lusty ridden eyes, just the thought of how ruined you’re becoming makes his cock throb so badly, Kazuha isn’t one to be this worked up so easily but the urge to put his length deep within your swollen cunt is just too much to bare.

He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t realize he’s sped up his ministrations, his fingers are entering and leaving your cunt so skillfully. Distraught but loving every moment of it you take to bouncing back on his fingers ever so slightly, but not disturbing his pace. he’s also so lost that he doesnt see the way you bring your own fingers to rub at your clit. It’s so slippery you have a hard time being precise with the directions and where you want the pleasure.

Kazuha doesn’t let up with abusing your sticky pussy. Soon enough you start to feel dizzy but so so good, your tummy clenching hurts with every push of his fingers inward, reaching back to tell him you feel weird like really weird is worthless: all that falls from your lips are moans.

Everything goes white and all you can feel is your pussy clenching and unclenching before darkness.

Kazuha is finally pulled out of his daze when you slump and stop moving, he immediately straightens up and checks you out, a breathless laugh escapes his lips at the sight your chest rising and falling. After a quick minute of him trying to get himself together he realizes how painfully hard he still is, as well a precum stain decorating his pants.