#[ also i feel like this would be a good place to end the thread?? ]

[enkays-den]

(hopefully) Final Update! Skizz supports trans rights!

I will let Skizz speak for himself, because he did it pretty dang well, with some highlights courtesy of me

"Hello all, just gonna drop this right here. I wish to clear up some churn over this stream that was just starting to spin a bit out of control, and quickly at that. Simply put, I was feeling really happy and good with the vibes of the stream (As I most often do), and failed to vet a dono msg prior to instantly reading it out loud. The message was centered on my support of the LGBTQ community and more over requesting I explicitly state aloud “Trans Rights”. My response was instant and not totally well thought out. While I do think that there is an unfortunate political dynamic to the LGBTQ community, the word I was actually trying to conjure up was “polarizing”. The reason I’d rather not delve into said polarizing topics is because of what inevitably comes from it. There were several comment threads of people going back and forth at each other over this. Much of which was cordial, some not so much, and all of it not fitting for the comment section of one of my stream VODs. I’ve removed them all because it’s just not the place for it. Obviously I believe in trans rights as we’re all people, every one of us. I just don’t fancy, and never will, being told what to say. It’s not lost on me how stubborn I can be. 😊 There was actually some talk that I’m open to harnessing hate in my community. Not sure where I slipped up to give that impression so let me be crystal clear; hate is not tolerated here and never has been. It literally means nothing to me what one’s take is on any matter. I could agree whole heartedly but if the position is delivered in a fashion designed to cause pain, discomfort or divisiveness on any level, then please take that somewhere else. This is indeed intended to be a safe space. So to that end, if you want to hang out where the vibes are real and the good times continue to roll, well then I’m looking forward to seeing you at the next stream. If you’d rather be a part of the seemingly endless game of disposition ping-pong, I completely respect that but politely request you all meet at another forum to do so. Now genuinely…..genuinely…..be good, be good to each other, and I’ll see you soon."

So all in all, about what I expected, with two notes:

There was some discussion in the youtube comments saying anon shouldn't have paid Skizz to say 'trans rights', and that is fair. SHOULDN'T is a strong word, as Skizz is notoriously bad at reading his chat and this person clearly wanted to be heard and validated. Either way, try not to use donations to coerce content creators to say things like a damn puppet! Not even Joe!

Don't take his attitude of "disposition ping-pong" to heart

Thank you for being kind in the comments. There were a few people that were getting a little spicy in the approach, but I'll choose to believe that those people did not come from my post. Skizz was not actively encouraging hate with his words, but he also didn't acknowledge the harm that inaction can do.

Keep your tone calm and your points reasonable, be resolute in your feelings, and know that you can only state your feelings, not force action. That is the way to keeping these sorts of discussions calm.

If this is all a devastating ordeal, please take this as hopefully the hardest lesson that the content creators themselves are not the safe space: it's the people in that safe space. If Skizz doesn't want to say "trans rights", find people that will scream it for you. Fandoms and cc's will rise and fall, but friendships and bonds can last FAR beyond that. THAT is your home. Your blorbo is simply the 30 posters you glue to the wall.

This is hopefully my final update as Skizz spoke concisely and without any places to hide. DO NOT BLOW THIS UP. I gave him explicit permission to delete my comment because I knew he would have to, and I hold no grudge against him for it. I am happy with his answer. I still love him as a content creator just as much as I did yesterday morning. I'll wish him the happiest of birthdays on Saturday. Rest easy knowing that you have your answer, one way or another

And for those of you that need it:

An anonymous trans donator asked skizz if he'd say a "trans rights" for pride month and he softly shut it down saying "this channel about good times good vibes, and not anything political. I've got nothing against anything, I've driven that home."

I know it's parasocial to be disappointed that a man in his mid 40s considers queer rights a political topic and it doesn't mean I won't watch him but,,,,, I couldn't help but feel my heart sink a little as that played out live. Skizz says he wants to bring happiness, and joy, and that's literally all this person wanted. A firm, no room for doubt affirmation that Skizz sees and cares for his trans fans. I don't think he's transphobic, but I do think he has a misconception about why saying "trans rights" matters, and why it SHOULDNT be political. Pride month exists for the same reason there's a women's month, and a black history month, and a Juneteenth, and a Veteran's Day. We are lucky to be alive, and we're still fighting for our rights to this day, so we need times to just celebrate our continued existence.

And like,,,, I'm sure that he's heard a lot online but the discussion on trans rights is only political because basic human rights are being denied to trans people for no reason other than bigotry. We want basic human rights for all, for trans people, gay people, disabled people, people of color. We want the standard of care the government and its services and the businesses of our country to be better, more accessible, and affordable for EVERYONE, regardless of gender, race, political belief, religion. The fact that THAT desire is a political matter is because politicians keep denying it.

There were also members of his chat that subtlety ragged on the anonymous donator, saying it was "weird" and "cringe". I have no words for them.

I know Hermitcraft is supposed to be a safe space, and a place to get away from the world's problems, but so you know what is counteractive to that? Bigotry. Transphobia. There are so many young queer fans of hermitcraft, and to say that their existence, this one little piece of affirmation isn't allowed, is insulting and disheartening. Good vibes isn't all free speech and being neutral, it's explicitly saying "you are safe here. I see that you are in danger and you are safe."

I will also leave this video here because I think it's important to be firm about keeping bigotry out of your community, regardless if it means you get less viewers or are seen as "political"

[herenvibing]

cr3 is gonna end and the pc’s still feel like the same people to me :|

(crcritical content in the tags feel free to skip)

[r3dblccd]

When I was joking that I'm waking up from my grave and emerging from my cave I meant it

[laudevereaux]

Caroline's confession was so relatable to her, in complete agreement over warm weather supremacy. "No better feeling than the sun on your skin. I think the most extreme weather I can do is rain," shaking her head at her own silliness. "That's so intriguing, did you ever picture a specific place as permanent home?"

"Oh, I don't doubt that. Dogs are absolutely precious," she commented, thinking back to their beautiful Sparkle. Though, it also made her smile - the common thread with dog-owners - all affirming they had the best companion in the whole wide world. Wholeheartedly believing so, and personally for Laurel? She had no reason to not believe that. She wondered if that was a thought running through Caroline's mind. "Amazing! Honestly, I"m usually hanging out at Java Junction, my attempts to write, but to be safer," she slipped her phone out of her pocket, handing it to her. "We could just text and find a time, or who knows? I wake up earlier than Eli and beat him to Sparkle's morning walk," said with a laugh, knowing the likelihood of that happening was slim.

"Good idea, we would not know what to do with a keyboard in our home." Listening to to her explain the different lessons offered, she looked over at her daughter engrossed in conversation and knew that she could do the hour lessons. After all, she had been asking for music lessons for some time. "Let's do the hour lessons, with school ending soon too, she's eager to have things to do. I'm intrigued by the group lessons program, is it something you advertise?" Not for her family, but her mind never strayed far from what she could write about. This program seemed like a perfect thing to highlight for the town. "I only aks because I write for the paper, I'd love to write about it, and about your store too. I'm sure the town would love to read about it."

"I do prefer the warmer weather." Caroline confessed. She grew up around rain and cold, so she definitely enjoyed the sun. It almost felt like a novelty to her. "New York City is great, and I loved working there. I just couldn't imagine actually living there permanently." She did live in New York City during her year abroad. But that was just a year, and felt more like a year long holiday than anything.

"She's an amazing dog." Caroline said, with a smile. It seemed like every dog owner believed that they had the best dog in the world, and she was no exception. In her mind, Sally was the best dog. "I know, it's crazy. We should definitely grab coffee sometime." She agreed, leaning on the counter a little. Lord knows Caroline was always open to having friends who were also parents. Her only hope was the Laurel wouldn't be judgemental when she found out Jonathan's father wasn't in the picture. She had been burned like that before.

Caroline smiled over to Cece when she seemed up for music lessons. "Well, I suggest she tries it first before you do anything big like buying a keyboard." She said, turning around behind the counter for a moment and grabbing the lesson diary. "Lessons are $30 for one hour, $15 for half an hour. If you are a low income family, there is a program available where she can have group lessons for free with our volunteer music teacher, Gabriel Mendoza. But if not, I can I slot her into our schedule."

She didn't have reason to believe that they were a low income family, but she always liked to mention it to parents just in case.

[pixelplushies]

So I was recently tasked with a very well loved soft toy Flip the Frog from the 1930s to restore.

He was bought new for my great aunt-in-law when she was 10, and was gifted to her sister's children when they were young. My mother in law has memories of feeding him cornflakes and putting her hands in his mouth, which felt very soft and velvety.

He had been in the attic for a number of years, and had moths get to him. He had lost his eyes. Luckily there are some examples online which show what he was meant to be like!

I approached this project wanting to retain as much of the original plush as I could. I thought about doing a total restoration, but I would end up replacing so much I might as well be making a replica! I wanted to make sure I used fabrics that were sympathetic to the time period, so 100% wool felt and cotton velvet seemed appropriate. The only liberty I took was polyester thread, because that's what I had already.

I researched a lot of plush restorations and best practices. A lot of places recommended only surface washing, but poor Flip was so full of dust and the remains of moths, but his fabric body seemed rather sturdy still, I thought I would take the risk of un-stuffing him to give him a thorough bath. I very gently took him apart and unstuffed him. His stuffing material looked to be kapok. There was lots of moth poop.

I gave Flip a gentle bath with carpet cleaning solution, which is what is recommended for vintage plushies. It's designed to be used on lots of fabrics including natural ones like wool and doesn't leave a residue once it's done cleaning so won't degrade the fabric over time. Loads of grime came out of Flip, as well as some yellow dye from his feet.

Flip then had a good air-dry in the sun. He seemed to enjoy soaking up the sun, he was already looking a lot cleaner.

Flip's eyes (which once upon a time caused my cousin-in-laws nightmares) were particularly gross and moth-eaten underneath. I decided to re-cover the card disks that made up his eyes with velvet cotton instead rather than reuse the old eyes. His original velvet was really bright yellow but had faded over time. I decided to use a fabric that matched his more faded look, I felt the bright yellow would look out of place. I also got some wooden beads and cut them in half and painted them for his pupils, which I glued on.

When it came to restoring his feet, I tried to retain as much of the original material as possible. I enjoyed patching and repairing the felt, I chose a 100% wool yellow felt that was close to his old colour here. Highlights the age of the old parts, I feel like it draws attention to his history and age.

Time to put him back together! I bought some new kapok stuffing because I couldn't reuse the old dusty moth stuff. Luckily you can still get it. I wrapped his metal skeleton in felt so that if it got rusty it wouldn't stain him (he's already a little stained from it rusting). Then I slipped his limbs over the skeleton and sewed them back on!

Ta-daa!! Here's flip looking a lot better, even if I say so myself.

One of the things we noticed when looking at photos of these soft toys is that they seem to have pinkish or white bow-ties and this Flip was missing his! Looking at the character art, I believe they were originally red.

The orientation of the eyes also seems to vary because I think they were prone to falling off and being sewn back on. I chose to orient Flip's eyes close to how they were when I received him, but slightly more vertical to make him appear more friendly.

Flip was a very fun challenge and got me thinking a lot about restoration vs conservation of historical artifacts, he may not be super duper old or rare but I feel like I better understand the dilemmas and judgements that have to be made when working on objects like this!

[drchucktingle]

BIG thing i get teased about over the years (in playful ways, it is fine buckaroos, but a light tease none the less) is the DIRECTNESS of my titles. many who stumble upon my books will immediately comment 'the title is so long it just says what happens'. here are some of my thoughts on that...

as with a lot of things in the tingleverse, my unusual artistic choices end up being a sort of TROJAN HORSE, called unserious and mocked by many, but hopefully over the years revealing something to buckaroos who are not tied to the separation of ‘low brow’ or ‘high brow’ art

i feel understood by most, but for some who JUST NOW encounter the tingleverse there is an automatic apprehension, from outright to subliminal. things like scoffing ’im not going to try and find meaning in a chuck tingle book’ (real quote) or 'skeptical of the horror, ive seen his OTHER books'

i have written a LOT about how much of this, whether buds know it or not, is not just about the dinosaurs and the living objects. it is about a culture that is built to see queerness and neurodivergence and (drumroll) SEXUALITY as fundamentally unworthy of ‘real’ artistic merit. this trot runs deep

theres SOMETHING ELSE i dont talk on much however, which is directness of my writing style, both in titles and on page. why i do it is this: AS AN ARTIST it is never my intention to impress you. my books are not the 'ME show' theyre the 'US show’ so i simply want my sentences to express what happens

i wont dance circles around you, leading you through the story saying LOOK AT ME LOOK HOW GOOD I AM IM SO COOL. i want to walk BESIDE you. of course, writing to impress is also great and valid art too, just not MY preference. this is ARTISTIC choice, but i want to talk for a moment on politics of it

i tend to see buckaroos holding a sort of STRICT interpretation of what makes ‘good’ art. it is a training that has been pounded into their heads declaring ‘real art cannot just come out and say what it means.' a good example would be if someone was being critical by just saying 'its heavy handed'

the thing is, there is a huge difference between saying ‘it was blunt.’ and ‘it was TOO BLUNT for what it was trying to accomplish.’ TIME AND TIME AGAIN however, you will see folks simply deciding ‘this art just said what it meant on the surface’ and leaving it there, as if that is INHERENTLY WRONG.

and the question i am forced to ask myself is ‘WHY is this wrong?’ in the vast, infinite pantheon of WHAT ART CAN BE why are we so obsessed with hiding ourselves? obscuring our thoughts? removing our politics? there is certainly a time for subtly, but it seems there is NEVER a time for being blunt

some say this is because arts more DIFFICULT to craft when it is subliminal, but folks do not REACT that way. art that is both direct AND subliminal and layered will STILL get torn down for leaving things on the surface, even when technically speaking it is probably most impressive to juggle both

there is plenty for you to research on this regarding the CIA secretly funding abstract expressionist art during the cold war. it is still HOTLY DEBATED, but i will mention it here for anyone reading my thread who is interested in a deep dive. HERE, however, i will talk about it on a personal level

i think that culturally we are CONSTANTLY told to not take up space, especially in marginalized groups. there is decades and decades of programming telling us ‘you can express yourself, but in a CIVILIZED WAY, not too loud, not too direct. CERTAINLY not too political.' i flatly reject this

of all the places to do what you want and say what you want to say, ART IS THE PERFECT ARENA. your writing, your songs, your music can absolutely be as subtle as you want, but especially during times like this, dont let anyone tell you that youre too dang loud. lets trot buckaroos.

and since i spent all morning writing this is am going to leave a link for my new book LUCK DAY, which is LOUD AS HECK. now is a time to make art, and it is also a time to support the artists you love. give a preorder if you can. LOVE IS REAL

[unladielike]

    "Huh, yet another lore-relevant NPC I have no prior knowledge of!" Vivian ends up musing aloud. Why, as far as she knew, this was the first time Mizumachi ever brought up 'Kurita-senpai' in conversation, making it more apparent he had a life and social circle before meeting her. Considering she had never met him, however, Vivian couldn't exactly conjure an image of what he might potentially look like inside her own mind... which made her wonder if that might also be the case with Mizumachi every time she mentioned Hayate. Well, regardless, it doesn't take long for her to lift both arms behind her head when next it occurred to her she has yet to elaborate further, meaning she had unintentionally allowed the silence between them to linger for a bit too long.

    "You sure have befriended a lot of people during your finite lifetime, haven't you, Kenny? And alright-y! Since you lack any objections whatsoever, you'll be the first I'll inevitably summon once I manage to lock eyes on another prospective feast," Vivian then adds with yet another nod, only to jolt a little when the cashier by the food truck proceeded to announce their food was ready after depositing all their takeout boxes into a large, brown paper bag and positioning their drinks beside it. By this point, her bespectacled gaze would practically gleam in excitement.

    "Ooh, it's ready! Come, Kenny, let us venture forth into a path of burgatory bliss!" Vivian finally urges, and without another single moment's thought, eagerly rushes forward to procure the Cokes she had purchased not so long ago.

[水]

Mizumachi looked startled for a moment before he laughed a little bit. The ‘Hana yori Dango’ was a pretty popular idiom in Japan, and it just so happened that a manga used the idiom as a title. He didn’t read it himself, but he did hear that it was pretty popular, enough to get some drama or movie adaptions. There were some other countries that adapted the series as well, now that he thinks about it.

“Haha! I thought you were referencing the common saying of Japan. It means to prioritize things of substance over yanno, things like looks. So over flowers, you’d prefer to have dango. What a coincidence!”

Eating things with expired ingredients made sense, because you ran the risk of getting sick, or the food tasting off. He also was pretty careful about eating things that were before the expiration date. There were some things that he may be willing to go past the date if it was the ‘best by’ date, because it just meant that the food wouldn’t taste as fresh, but it hadn’t gone bad. At least, that’s something he learned recently.

“Ha! I can’t eat as much as Kurita-senpai, but I can eat my fill. Food to feed an entire army won’t scare me away from being summoned. I’ll eat like a warrior and die like one.”

By ‘die like one,’ he really meant that he’d eat until he passes out from a food coma, wake up again, and eat some more. A true warrior way. He comment about the loyal henchmen was funny to him, because he was well known for being loyal, and when you thought about a ‘Demon Commander’ like Hiruma… yeah, everyone was like a henchman to him. The horror stories he’s heard from the others- but ya gotta admit, he knows his stuff! He may rule with terror, but he’s still a good guy at the end of it! … Mostly!

[nariism]

neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.

uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.

you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.

he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.

however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"

neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.

it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.

the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.

“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.

it's far from over.

he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.

neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.

you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.

it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.

he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.

the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.

not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.

"what are you doing? i am going to be late."

"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.

"you have to do my hair."

"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."

your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.

no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.

but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[retrowitchy]

ranking lucy gray's outfits in the tbosas movie as a costume design student ✶✧

quite possibly, everything rachel zegler wears is my favorite part of tbosas. trish summerville is a big personal hero of mine, and tbosas is my favorite hunger games film in terms of costume design!!! so as a disclaimer, i love every one of these looks with everything in me, this is just me ranking them.

8. swimsuit

this really shouldn't be in last place, because crochet swimwear? brilliant. and so beautiful. and so in-universe.

i love how all the covey swimwear feels like it was hand-made by the characters themselves. obviously, nobody in district 12 is swimming for pleasure much (we learn this from the first book, and haymitch and burdie just skinny dipped lol), so naturally the covey would have made their own things to wear by hand.

7. sejanus' execution

the details of the snakes on her belt and the hand stitching/embroidery on her sleeves are so wonderful. for an outfit that never really gets a full shot in the film (most of rachel's shots in this scene are closeups from the neck up), the dedication to detail is super admirable.

6. well i'm not made out of sugar

it's such a good detail how coriolanus' mother's shawl perfectly color compliments the rest of this outfit. it's like she picked it out to match on purpose, which makes the betrayal all the more devastating. i think this scene is also one of trish's stronger uses of color symbolism- the warm, sunshine-y colors of lucy gray contrasting the stark, bare palette of everything coriolanus wears in 12. she's a symbol of hope. he's trying to end that.

5. the covey lake

huge fan of the simplicity here. it's just a dress over the swimsuit. and yet everything about this screams lucy gray and screams covey. look at those mismatched little brass buttons!! the swimsuit peeking out from underneath!! the plum color suits rachel zegler so well- it's just generally so gorgeous.

4. pure as the driven snow

this outfit was one of the things about this movie that stuck in my head the most after walking out of the theater. there's this carefree, thrown-on essence to it, like the flowers in her hair are an afterthought, or maude ivory helped her put them in. i wish i could find better pictures of the vest, because the beading details are so beautiful. the reusing of her boots is a good detail too, because obviously she wouldn't have that many pairs of shoes.

3. the meadow

trish summerville did a great job at building a repeated silhouette for lucy gray. the cinched waist, blousy or sleeveless top, and a-line, flowing skirt is in almost every outfit, and i think this one is the most classic example of that look. i think she looks so beautiful in blue, and i like that she's dressed in such a wide variety of colors throughout the film- always something completely different than the last.

2. the rainbow dress

OBVIOUSLY. hand painted corset are you kidding me? i remember seeing this in the trailer and thinking truly, she could not have more perfectly recreated the dress from the book. it stays true to lucy gray's sillhouette, the ruffles feel bright enough to be a rainbow, but muted enough to still feel in-universe/accurate for 12. one of my favorite details is her boots ↓

they're old, and have a vintage feel, but something about how chunky they are also reminds us that despite the folksy charm, we are also in a dystopian future.

1. nothing you can take from me

my baby. my darling. possibly my favorite costume of any hunger games film. i am IN LOVE with this outfit.

the flower decal trimming and embroidery on her blouse, and the crushed navy velvet that feels like it was found at a 100 year old antique store. the boots are back. lacy top underneath, hand crocheted no doubt. purple in the skirt, but it's subtle- purple is her most repeated color element. it's rebellious, it's royal. the slight 1940s references in the silhouette.

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE HAIR. ribbons and feathers threaded throughout her curls, giving her the impression of a bird in flight when she twirls??? REMIND YOU OF ANYTHING?????

this is her triumphant return moment, her defiant song against the oppression of the capitol. she's captivated the crowd....just like a certain someone will years and years later.

[unladielike]

    "Is he now? With how super human you make him seem, it's kinda hard to picture him as another fellow homosapien... but it's honestly wild non-mediocre guys like that actually exist. Tell me - was he absolutely shredded or does he have a physique similar to yours?" Vivian questions while keeping in mind what Mizumachi had told her earlier about football terminology. Honestly, stuff like that tended to fly over her head, but since it clearly meant something to him, she figures she should make an effort when it came to remembering the difference between a linebacker and a quarterback.

    The moment she senses a throbbing tightness emerging behind her temple, however, Vivian would soon immediately grimace. Ah... that's right, she didn't exactly drink her coffee yet, did she? By that point, she'll then muster an apologetic smile up at Mizumachi before slowly emerging to her feet. "S-Sorry. I think I'm now just developing caffeine withdrawal symptoms, so I'll talk to you later, okay?" Vivian brings herself to half bow. Why, as much as she regretted cutting their conversation short so abruptly, she was truly starting to feel a headache coming on, to the point where she doesn't think she could exactly ignore it.

    "Hopefully, though, you derived some enjoyment from the low effort waffle and hot chocolate I made! Still, if you ever need anything, you're absolutely welcome to text me," she later reminds him, and upon giving him one last wave, hurries out of the kitchen.

[水]

Mizumachi smiles brightly at her reassurance that she liked the fact that he talked a lot, so he didn’t have to try hard to reserve a few brain cells to remember to dial it back a little bit. It’s hard when you’re a chatterbox! You sometimes forget to turn off that voicebox!

“You’re a great listener! It’s fun talkin’ to ya!”  

Mizumachi laughs at the NPC comment as a certain ‘chibi’ came to mind instantly. Komusubi-kun always spoke in various grunts and snorts. Very rarely would he actually say a word or two when the grunting wasn’t going to cut it. They called it the language of the strong guys, and sometimes Mizumachi found himself understanding what he was trying to say, but his understanding was lacking when you asked someone like Otawara or Kurita to translate.

“I know someone who talks in a series of Fuugooo and uuuugoooo kinda sounds. The real TOUGH guys can understand what it means, it’s kinda cool, actually! Haha, I could understand a bit of it.”

Hm… a linebacker… the guy who would pass and throw around the ball? Anyone on the team could throw and pass the ball around if the situation called for it, but—that was probably the quarterback she was thinking about, right?

“A linebacker is a defensive player. You have offense and defense, and at the line of scrimmage, the linebacker will try to stop the opponents from advancing. They’re usually some big and strong guys. The quarterback is usually protected by this big guys, he’s the one who passes and throws the ball to start the offensive play. The real mastermind of the team.”

Mizumachi wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed to put it mildly, but he was pretty sports smart! He was an incredibly athletic sort, being able to excel in most sports if he tried.

“Shin? He’s great! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him eat anything unhealthy. He’s easily one of the best players. He was on Team Japan when we represented the nation.”

Good times, good times. That was so much fun! It was wild!

[stump-not-found]

hrgh rambled on vc about theraprism bill for hours and i woulda kept doing it . will tuck it safely under the read more

institutes are banal in their cruelty . agency is a complicated subject . bill is a cornered rat who's always been a cornered rat . what does he look like in a scenario where he's back at square one ?

i think he'd lock tf in honestly . tbob wasn't a bad attempt . like the book was a mess of him oversharing, but he managed to get something out the door that wasn't meant to . high security facility for tyrants and he still slipped something thru the cracks -- that's interesting ! i wanna play in that space which takes into account bill cipher is competent and more than willing to rip his fate out of the jaws of whatever sick punchline the universe is setting up for him

i think bill cipher can have his moments of patheticness . he's fun to put in the blender for a lil bit i also enjoy a bill cipher jamba juice from time to time

i just also think he got where he was in life for a reason . he's charismatic . he's funny . people genuinely like him, a natural born cult leader . he's extremely smart, and knowledgeable . he's willing to do a lotta shit most people wouldn't which already puts him ahead of the game

i think the thing that's the most fun about bill being in the theraprism is when you acknowledge he's a person . he's been put in a place where he no longer has any agency . his entire life has been chasing any scrap of agency he can get, and never feeling like he's got it . i love that thread, because this wouldn't be anything new for him -- bill's never had agency as far as he's concerned . always clawing his way for the right to exist

he's a cornered rat, he's always been a cornered rat, and he's gotten pretty god damn good at clawing his way back to the top . i think it's fun being able to explore what that looks like, how that power struggle would function in a place where he is pretty well and truly powerless

then if you throw ford into the mix, now he's got a wedge . and it's fun playing with bill trying to reconcile the ways he wants to use ford as leverage, with the reality that ford is his weakness . that doesn't change just because bill beefed it big time . the fact he won't acknowledge that just about dooms him to it, and that's awesome . i love cycles man. keep pretending that love did not undo you in a mind-bogglingly brief amount of time, i'm clapping and cheering about it yippeeeeee

ohhh it's just so fun . take my man and have him lock tf in . i wanna see him clawing at those walls and being a genuine threat to the system, while coming to terms with the fact that reincarnation is just about inevitable

it's such a weird fucking situation . you can talk so much about personhood, and agency, and how he took those things from others, but like . dude you still deserve to be a person . you still deserve to be treated well . so did all the people you hurt . theraprism presents such a good pressure chamber to have a narrative exploring how someone like bill reconciles those facts, if ever

rooting for you man . i think your success is more narratively interesting than failure

oh goddd and don't get me started on the meta implications of reincarnation as a narrative representation of how so frequently "character redemption" equals the death of the original character, replacing them with someone completely different, usually "good" and "domestic" hhhhhhh

turn him into a moth . turn him into a human . at the end of the day his personality has been so twisted and warped it's not even the same person anyways

my tuoyyyyys

[buckevantommy]

Everyone's always telling Buck what he should do. Okay, sometimes he did ask for their advice, but every piece of advice he's followed through on lately has ended badly and everything they tell him to do he doesn't actually want to do.

He should want to do something if it's supposed to make him feel better, if it's supposed to be better for him, right?

Josh told him to bulldoze ahead and tell Tommy what he wanted. Tommy told him to re-enact his Buck 1.0 days and spend time with some indeterminate amount of people until he finds someone forever. Maddie and Chim told him to start dating again and also wait for the universe to bring him someone special; another someone. Hen and Eddie told him not to contact Tommy.

He doesn't want to do any of that! He wants to talk to Tommy, to see him, to get Tommy to talk to him instead of giving up on them and running away because he's scared. He wants to tell Tommy he loves him. He wants Tommy to know first and last aren't mutually exclusive. He wants to yell at Tommy, and kiss him, and hold him. He wants Tommy to apologise for breaking his heart and for being a dumbass. He wants Tommy to believe him when he says he won't do the same; well, he might be a dumbass sometimes - but he would never break Tommy’s heart. He wants to apologise for jumping ahead but also not have to apologise for wanting a life with Tommy or for being too much.

Since that first night Tommy kissed him, he's felt reborn. Not in some starry-eyed way that Tommy seems to think is fake and won't last, but in the way that he's shed the skin of past Buck upgrades and finally grown into his body, become comfortable in who he is instead of trying to fit a facade that other people would accept. Always too big, too much, not enough, never content to just sit in his self and be without his worries and insecurities moulding him into something else, something with a better chance of getting people to like him, love him, stay with him. 

He’s never felt more himself or more at ease in a relationship that meant something to him than he did with Tommy. Never felt more wholly seen - the good, the bad, and the too-much and not enough - by his partner and adored anyway, wanted anyway.

Halfway through making swiss meringue buttercream instead of breakfast, he realises he's thinking about Tommy. His coping skill, as Bobby called it, has stopped working.

There's butter and sugar in the creases of his hands and nailbeds even after he hurriedly wipes them with the dishcloth over his shoulder. He can see it as he scoops up his phone from the charger and thumbs over to his message thread with Tommy, leaving greasy crumby residue on the screen.

i saw you bubbling

After it happened, after the Chief distracted everyone enough for him to grab his phone and retreat somewhere he wouldn't be disturbed, he'd stared at the space where the unsent message had appeared for twenty minutes waiting for the type bubble to reappear. Waiting for Tommy to hit send on whatever he'd backtyped.

Buck's mind had spiralled with all the possibilities and while it spiralled and he stared and waited he never got around to actually calling or texting Tommy himself. And then the bell rang.

He has time, now. He has things he wants to say.

you were going to tell me something an maybe i wont like what it was but just knowing you almost reached out is kinda driving me crazy bc i have a fridge full of baked goods bc everytime i think about calling you i bake and now i havnt cooked a proper meal in my own place in over a week bc i dont have room in my damn fridge to store anything besides chocholate chip bananan bread and baked alaskas

He wants to say: and it's all your fault! but that's not the whole truth. Buck played his part in this, set the wheels in motion that drove Tommy away from him. But how the hell was he supposed to know that? And Tommy should've known by now he doesn't really do 'slow'.

i'm not sorry for being too much bc i shouldnt haveto apologize for being myself

Screw it. Can't get any worse, right? Tommy's getting all of him whether he likes it or not.

i dont see you as some queer life coach or someone to fill space until someon else comes along

thats not who i am

i thought you knew me better than that but whatevr ig

i wanted to live with you bc i want a life with you bc i love you

i love you

i shouldve said that first

Send after send, typing like a man possessed, he gets out everything that's been pent up inside him since the shock wore off a week ago.

His chest is heaving as the adrenaline rushes through his veins. And his eyes sting. He has to blink away tears as he reads over the last message.

He never told Tommy. Tommy doesn't know. Maybe Buck wasn't sure that night Josh asked him, but he knows it now.

i wanted you to be my last

He still does.

i wanna hate you for giving up on us

but i cant seem to hate you

This whole thing would hurt a lot less if he could just hate Tommy for what he did. It would hurt a lot less if they could find a way through this mess, together, and come out the other side stronger because they know each other better and know they want to fight for what they have.

Real love is worth fighting for. Red taught him that. Real love isn’t found, it’s made. Old gay Thomas taught him that.

Well, Buck found Tommy. Or, the universe did. And he’s going to fight, dammit, because he wants to build a future with Tommy. 

His vision has blurred with hot tears. Movement on his screen catches his attention from where his gaze had drifted over to the couch where Tommy had stayed to take care of him through his Billy Boils saga.

Tommy is bubbling him.

Buck’s heart lurches in his chest. His breath catches.

can we talk?

There’s a huff of something like manic laughter as he swipes at his snotty nose.

that’s what i typed

Hope blooms in his chest, sudden and bright and painful in the best way.  

can we?

I think I owe it to you to yell at me in person

There’s a long moment where Buck tries to return his breathing to normal but its bated as he watches three little dots appear, then disappear. 

Then reappear. 

Then disappear.

Then:

I don’t want to give up on us either

Buck’s tears are still making his vision watery, but now they’re tears of joy. He did what he wanted to do - he reached out. And Tommy heard him.

He should take his own advice more often.

[solifloris]

Thinking about messing with the boys. About how when we say we want to give them a blowjob, and they're excitedly anticipating it, cocks eager and hard and just twitching for us, we do stupid shit like literally blow air on their cockhead or into their bellybutton. But we make up for it well after they give us the silliest pouts/sulky faces at our antics 👀 (nonnie here is 31yo I promise 😭)

── no omg anonie... i GET YOU ??? SO FUCKING MUCH ??? this triggered a brainrot in me because messing around with them would be SO FUN... what with all the teasing they do to us, they should get their own kind of payback! 😤

caleb would have likely been surprised you'd mention it at all. he's more of a giver, than anything else—but the mere thought of having you suck him off would appeal to him the moment you suggested it. it's only unfortunate that you're a tease about it, but he probably expected it, anyway—you always teased each other, after all, whether out of bed or not. of course, not that expecting it could stop the impatient curses from falling from his lips, a telltale sign of how affected he was by it. maybe, if you teased him a little too much, he'd probably snap—fuck your mouth like he intends to, and perhaps, teach you a lesson for making him wait. but, whatever the case... he will use your pretty mouth to get off. i mean, you offered, right? it would be rude if he didn't make the most of it! "haah, you're a tease, pipsqueak. should'a just—fuck—taken it in when i told you to—"

rafayel? he would be so FLUSTERED but also so. fucking. pissed. you wouldn't hear the end of it! he'd be sulking, alright—complaining to no end, straight up accusatory in his tone the more you tease him... except, unfortunately for him, it would only make you tease him more. more than whatever silly antics you'd started with, you'd have a mission make him so sensitive under the slightest of your touches, and he'd be shuddering. it wouldn't take long after that for him to begrudgingly start begging you, and then, god, the moan he'd let out when you finally take him in would be so heavenly. he'd immediately lose all restraint and start rutting into your mouth, moaning your name, singing praises lf how good it feels and how well you take him... "f-fuck, princess—plea—please, 's so good—"

xavier would be a mess. it wouldn't even be the teasing, he'd get hard the minute you suggest giving him a blowjob at all. it's almost like he's waited for the moment you'd offer one, and you could almost giggle at the way he would draw in a breath, eyes wide and attentive when you slowly pull down his pants. his cock would already be leaking when you take it out—so responsive. he would twitch at every little touch, letting out soft, quiet whimpers when you'd tease him, only looking at you pleadingly... but he wouldn't complain, and he'd be patient, and then you'd reward him for it. his head would be thrown back with a shaky gasp when you finally wrap your lips around him, his fingers threading through your locks to guide you into a comfortable pace. the tips of his ears would be red, his eyes shut, mouth falling open in breathless pants—and boy, it'd be a sight. it'd be an experience—for you, just as much as it would be for him. "a-ah... just like that, angel... s-so good... so good for me..."

zayne, in the first place, always enjoyed watching you take him, and you knew that offering to suck him off would excite him. but how you got the courage to dare tease him at a was beyond the both of you. his gaze would remain steely into your own, eyebrows quirked up in a silent dare... it would be inevitable to have this courage of yours falter, and you'd allow him to massage his fingers into your scalp, guiding you into the rhythm that he wanted. low grunts would fall from his lips, and even if this had started with you offering to make him cum, you'd find yourself completely at his mercy. his words and his hands would coax you to take him all the way into your mouth, soothing you through the rocking of his hips and the feeling of having him press deep into your throat. "mmm. that's a good girl, sweetheart. so nice and deep, just the way i like it."

⁺₊ / an: AUGH... thoughts of giving them head... suddenly i want it so BADLY

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[brejecat]

After a long time of planning, lots of learning, some nights wake, many youtube and tiktok tutorials and some willpower i didn’t even know i had it’s finally done. My bind of Threads that Bind by kingburu, one of my favorite fics and one of the best jasico fics out there.

First i would like to say I’m grateful to @kingburu for given the world such a good story and for allowing me to have the honor of doing all this so i could have it in my shelf. If any of my jasico fellows haven’t read this one on ao3 yet, please do (https://archiveofourown.org/works/14711279/chapters/33998390#workskin). It’s funny, adventurous, romantic and, in personal biased opinion, really feels like a percy jackson story in a way that not everyone is able to emulate. There’s so many good moments in this fic and while doing all the process of typesetting I realized that it was even better than i had recalled before, so many phrases that got stuck in my mind.

I also want to say thanks for @thinkingjasico and all the support he provided through this project. The amount of times i kept bothering him about it, asking for opinions in all the aspects you can imagine and even crying because something didn’t felt right can’t be counted (yeah, sometimes typesetting can be THAT frustrating). If weren’t for him i would’ve probably given up long time ago, so thanks for being such a good friend.

And of course, last but not least, I couldn’t forget the marvelous and extremely talented @maryviolinart (go follow her on insta and here too) for this gorgeous cover art. If you’re looking for an amazing artist who draws beautifully and is super attentive throughout every part of the process I would highly recommend you check the available slots when her commissions open again.

nonetheless, it was a truly crazy thing to do, a bit more stressful than i had imagined but in the end i’m really happy with how everything ended up. Jasico is one of top 3 ships, one that helped a lot through the pandemic, so every time i look to my shelf or any time i wanna see a bit of them i know one more place where to find them. my first project for them but i hope it won’t be the last ❤️

[munsonify]

bob reynolds + sfw alphabet

pairing. bob reynolds x reader

content warnings. so much fluff!! implied new avengers!reader and implied their in the rebuilt tower, mentions of his mental health issues and his dads abuse (barely any detail), mentions of past drug use, kissing. i think that’s it?

word count. 4971

a/n. i wanted to mess with his characterization so that’s what this is. i also think bobs the sweetest fucking ever so i loved doing this. my bad for it being excessive

———

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

— bob is a very affectionate man, he just shows it in smaller ways. he’s got a lot of love inside of his body, love he gets to share with you. he’s never quite had a safe place to express this love in his heart, so it takes him a while to warm up to doing so with you. it all started off small - you’d wake up one morning go a vase filled with wildflowers he had picked and hand delivered to you in the night, or he’d hide the last of your favorite snacks so one of your teammates didn’t get to it before you do.

— bob starts doing more once he’s comfortable around you and the idea of being so affectionate and vulnerable. once he’s sure enough he won’t scare you off. he starts grabbing ahold of your hand, fumbling with your fingers or smoothing his thumb against the back of your hand. he starts tracing against your back or hip while you sit together.

— he whispers small praises to you, too, even when he doesn’t need to speak so lowly. ‘you’re so pretty’, ‘smell so nice’, ‘so proud of you’. bob also tells you when something reminds him of you - a pretty sunset, a song a he heard, two birds sitting next to each other.

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

— bob is the sweetest best friend, one that always has your back when you need it the most. he’s got an ear open to listen, halfway decent advice to give, playful jokes to make. he’s the friend you go to when you need a distraction or a good laugh.

c - cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

— bob loves cuddles. he loves the intimacy of it, being so close to you, breathing in your scent, feeling your warmth. on nights he’s having a harder time falling asleep, he goes straight to you. your soft words and your welcoming arms help comfort him. more often than not he ends up asleep when you two cuddle together.

— he enjoys being held more than he’d care to admit to anyone (but you). there’s something about being wrapped up in your arms, head on your chest or stomach and your fingers threaded through his hair that makes him feel all floaty. bobs hand almost always ends up up the side of your shirt when you hold him.

— with that being said, he likes feeling your bare skin against his. he’s not scared of cuddling while you’re both shirtless, a casual sort of intimacy that makes him feel even more connected to you. bob also tends to hold onto you tightly, as if you were gonna disappear if he didn’t. it never hurt, only firm.

— and while he does love being held, bob loves holding you just as much. in a way, it makes him feel like he’s protecting you. he has trouble keeping his hands still, so he a lot of the time runs them up and down your back/sides soothingly. you’ll tuck yourself away into his broad chest and immediately get hit with the most comforting hands known to mankind. fingers tracing your spine and shoulder blade, hand resting on the small of your back. it’s so light and gentle it tickles sometimes.

d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

— bob definitely wants to settle down eventually. sometime in the distant future, he can see himself living a peaceful, loving life with you. it may scare the living shit out of him, thinking of having that sort of future, but he’s all for it. i’m a firm believer he works through his trauma in therapy and by himself, and that he would want to better himself, stable himself, in a way that uplifts the both of you instead of dragging you down. he knows, realistically, he’ll always have to deal with his mental health issues - bob just wants to make sure he’s has healthy coping mechanisms before he can get to this point.

— when bob has his good days, he can usually cook and clean. this kind of stuff takes a little more effort from him, though. he tries, truly he tries, and you’re well aware that some days it’ll be a struggle for him. regardless, i think bobs halfway decent at cooking. he teaches himself to be able to make more than the low on money, ‘i just need something to keep my body alive’ struggle meals so that you aren’t subjected to it.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

— if bob were to break up with a partner, it would be over something important, a differing opinion on what they want out of life. happiness and contentment is what bob wants for someone he loves so deeply. this would be a hard decision for him, one he does not consider or take lightly.

— and, despite hating confrontation, he would do it face to face. a deep, honest conversation. bob sits his partner down and explains himself and why he’s made the decision he has with teary eyes and shaky limbs.

f - fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

— like i mentioned before, the thought of settling down is so scary to bob. not that he doesn’t love you, he does, so fucking much - he just always thinks back to his childhood. he remembers how his dad treated his mom, and how he was treated by him. the last thing he wants to do is end up like him, angry and unhappy all the time. he wants to be sure of things, he wants to know he’s ready for real.

— he takes his relationship with you extremely seriously from the beginning, despite still having loads of fun with you. he’s fully committed to you, and has been from the start. bob, however, just wants to wait a while to get married, have children, the works. he wants to make sure he’s ready emotional to take those next steps. he wants to make sure you two have the stability you need to move forward. so, despite being scared, he does want to get married to you eventually. he sees no reason to rush.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

— bob is very gentle with you. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you physically or emotionally. i think he can be blunt sometimes, and he definitely teases, but it’s never ever malicious. when he teases he knows the line, and his bluntness is always absentminded. luckily he doesn’t have anything mean or bad to say about you, so his bluntness is never coming from a bad place.

— he takes your feelings and emotions very seriously. he listens to you talk, offers what little advice he has, and more importantly his shoulder to lean on. he doesn’t ever say anything to you that’s mean - if there’s something going on between you two, he talks about it instead of throwing jabs at you. bob doesn’t baby you in any sort of way, but he is very careful with what he says and how he treats you, especially when you’re being emotional. wipes your tears away, kisses your face, holds you close.

— and man is he physically gentle with you. always so careful and soft with his hands. bob holds you tight, he’s very strong and he likes holding you close, but it never hurts. he has no issue gently roughhousing with you either. again, he never wants to hurt you or injure you. sometimes bob touches you so gently that you sometimes don’t even feel it at first. whatever he’s touching of yours, whether it’s your hand, your hip, or your head, he’s cradling it like it’s the most precious thing in the world to him (it is. you are).

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

— oh bob loves hugs. he loves being close to you, it gives him so much comfort, so he hugs you often. it takes him a while to warm up to initiating it, and honestly you thought you were holding him hostage at first anytime you would hug him. he eventually stopped worrying as much, quit overthinking his place in your life like he used to. once he came to you for the first time he didn’t stop.

— he’s upset? he hugs you. cold? he hugs you. remembering how much he loves you? hugs you. misses you? hugs you. you’re sitting directly next to him? he hugs you. he’s bored? hugs you. bob may not be the most touchy person in front of other people, but he does seek comfort in your touch when he’s nervous, so hugs do happen around others sometimes.

— bob engulfs you in his arms each hug, one right around your waist, the other bracing your upper back/shoulder/blade. he rests his head right in the crook of your neck or right against your shoulder, taking in your scent. on days you really just need some comfort, he slings an arm around your shoulder so he can better hold your head in his hand, placing you firmly against his chest. he almost always smooths his hands against your skin, rocking you back and forth, keeping his hands and your bodies in motion. god if you can hear me i’m in desperate need of a hug from bob 🙏🏻🙏🏻 amen

i - i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

— i think he lets it slip pretty fast honestly. your relationship was more of a slow burn, you were definitely friends before you started dating. the feelings had always been there though. so i think by the time you’re finally together, comfortable enough with each other to feel your feelings out in the open, “i love you” comes out of his mouth quick. and he definitely said it first.

— he tells you he loves you at least once a day, as a little reminder that he’s thinking it and feeling it. he knows he needs reassurance, and gives it to you too. bob tends to show his love and affection in different ways - gentle touches, quiet praises, the small things - but hearing it come out of his mouth is something always entirely. it’s sacred. he’s never felt like this with anyone else before and he needs you to know you’re special to him.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

— bobs insecure, he thinks lowly of himself, even when he’s healing. he feels less than, not worthy of you or your love sometimes. i think that’s where a lot of his jealousy stems from, if you can even call it that. he sees you speaking innocently with someone more put together, and it gets to him. he hates feeling that way, cause he knows you wouldn’t do anything. he trusts you completely. he just gets all up in his head.

— he tends to get all quiet and withdrawn when this happens. he figures it’s best if he pulls himself away, deal with these insecurities and jealousy by himself. it burns in his chest and in the bottom of his stomach and it hurts. it feels weird. he thinks you can do better, and seeing you with someone he believes is better makes him feel sick. do not even get him started if the other person gets a little too close to you or starts touching you. he physically has to remove himself.

— bob will admit though, you are always very good at comforting him and communicating with him when this happens. when you find him sulking around in his room alone, you fold so fast. you’re hugging on him and doting on him, asking him what’s going on. when you finally pull it out of him, you’re so quick to reassure him, to love on him. ‘there isn’t a single other person i want to be with, bob. you’re always so good to me, so handsome too.”

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

— man. bobs kisses are so sweet. he was extremely nervous to kiss you at first, he was very timid with it. but when he gets comfortable? breathtaking. he takes your face in his hands, gently tugging you towards him, lips latching like his life depends on it. slow and soft, enough to make your knees all wobbly. bob grabs ahold of you and holds you close when you kiss on the lips. every last kiss is filled with so much love it’s insane.

— other than on your lips, bob goes straight for your forehead/the crown of your head when he kisses you. he likes kissing you everywhere and anywhere you’ll let him, but there’s something so special about kissing your head. bob kisses the inside of your wrist and your hands a lot too. he likes bringing them right up to his lips, grazing them against your knuckles and palms. it always ends with you holding onto his face, soothingly running your thumbs against his cheeks (his genius plan all along hehe).

— bob loves when you kiss his neck and jawline. you can feel his pulse start to race every time you do it and you think it’s the most adorable thing ever. kisses at the center of his chest is something he never considered liking and ended up loving. you did it one night while he was holding you and he thought he was gonna pass out

l - little ones (how are they around children?)

— children make bob a little nervous. it’s not that he doesn’t like kids, they’re cute and all. he just doesn’t know how to interact with them. he doesn’t have any little cousins or siblings, so he’s never been around them. he’s not sure how to hold babies or properly speak to toddlers/elementary school aged kids. regardless of what he thinks, though, he ends up being kinda good with them. he may talk to them like their grownups, but he’s always kind and understanding. bob waves back and smiles excitedly any time a little kid waves at him first. can and will make silly faces at them to make them laugh (it works every time).

m - morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

— mornings are soooo soft with bob (fic linked)!!! he’s holding onto you, whispering things to you, soothing you/letting you soothe him awake. on early mornings, you two take turns making the coffee. you get ready right next to each other, accidentally bumping heads occasionally or stepping on each others twos and giggling over it.

— late mornings are even better. you get to enjoy one another’s presence even more without any sort of rush. bob could stay in bed with you forever and he wouldn’t complain a single bit. he likes admiring you in the morning sun, even if your clothes are all bunched up and your hairs a mess. he thinks you’re the prettiest to look at always. you look so perfect in the mornings, even with your morning breath. it’s very rare you two don’t wake up together. if he rolls over in the morning and you’re not there he gets all pouty, even though you always leave a cute little note for him explaining where you went.

n - night (how are nights spent with them?)

— nights are usually a little different than mornings with bob. late night talks sometimes ensue in bed, enveloped in each others arms, whispering about whatever’s on your minds. fears, plans, your undying love for each other. when you two aren’t speaking, it’s never an uncomfortable silence. you enjoy his company, and sometimes you’re just too tired to say anything. you just lay together, letting him draw patterns on your hip as you brush hair out of his face, fingers dancing against his forehead and tracing his eyebrows.

— on nights you’re both exhausted, you simply just slide into bed together, get in a comfortable position and sleep. you say your little good nights and i love you’s (something he makes sure he says every night), before drifting off. at some point in the night he always ends up pulling you closer, whether accidentally or purposefully. you’re not sure how he hasn’t suffocated from pressing his face into you so much while he sleeps.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

— kind of both? bob starts off by telling you baseline things about himself, things he kinda just hands you without thinking. ‘was a meth addicted sign twirling chicken… summer job’ type vibe. those off handed lore drops were kinda spread out, until he slowly started opening up the details of what he’s gone through. you always let him come to you about it, you never pressured him into opening up to you.

— bobs the type of guy that once he starts telling you things, and he knows he’s not being judged, he just lets it all out. you’ve spent several nights with him just letting things off your chests. it never made things weird, either. you just started understanding each other better.

p - patience (how easily angered are they?)

— i don’t think bob gets angered too easily once he’s sober. when he was on drugs it was bad, always on edge, angry, irritable. his come-downs were the worst of it, especially when he didn’t having anything to satiate is need for more. but once he starts fixing up his life, sobering up, and getting passed the initial withdrawal period it gets a whole lot easier for him to manage. it isn’t in his nature while sober to be angry or mean, it’s very out of character for him.

— the last thing bob wants to do is end up like his dad, even though he isn’t anything like him. he’s patient, kind, overly willing to work on himself and stay sober. he doesnt have it in him to truly be mad at you, like, ever. if there’s ever an issue between the two of you, he makes sure to hash it out calmly, quietly. never raises his voice at you, even when you’re being particularly stubborn or provoking.

— he, of course, feels irritation and annoyance, but i don’t think it’s ever truly anger, and definitely not directed at you. there are time where he gets overwhelmed or overstimulated by his emotions and what’s going on. he snaps sometimes, but it’s brief and he always feels extremely guilty afterwards. bobs so quick to apologize.

q - quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

— canonically, bob has memory issues because of his mental health problems. he hates it. it’s not that he isn’t listening to you, or taking in what you’re saying to him. there’s just times where he’s not fully there. things become splotchy, he disassociates. he would beat himself up over not remembering things about you that he should. you never expect him to remember every last detail, despite his memory loss, though it upsets bob knowing he’s this forgetful about someone he loves so deeply.

— he starts making a list, probably a physical one in a notebook (a notebook he has other things written down in he needs to remember. passwords, important new avengers events, the works), to make sure he remembers. he has your anniversary written down, your favorite snacks, your favorite movies, what brings you comfort. anything he thinks is important he tries to store away for him to remember. he may still forget somethings and have those memory losses, but he is trying.

r - remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

— his favorite memory is your first date. he had finally gotten the nerve to ask you out after what felt like an eternity of yearning for you. a part of bob worried that things would be different now that both of your intentions were clear and out in the open, that things would be off now. weird. that was so far from the case, and he couldn’t have been happier.

— he took you to this small little restaurant he always passes on his walks he takes to clear his mind. everything about it was just amazing. you held his hand like it was no big deal (it was to him /pos), you looked up at him like he’d hung the moon just for you. you had the sweetest smile on your face the entire date. you were content, the same as he was. that day is engraved in bobs head as the day he finally took the leap with you. the first day he got to see raw happiness out of you. he was never sure why you were so excited to be with him, but he was so glad you were.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

— bobs so casually protective over you. he’s the type of boyfriend to move spiders and set them outside safely. he’s the type of boyfriend to defend your name in a room full of people, even if he stutters a little and hates being center of attention. he’s the boyfriend to walk on your left so that you aren’t walking right next to the road.

— he’s not a very physical defender. he won’t put his hands on anyone (sentry aside. that’s a whole different story if anyone wants me to get into that). he doesn’t wanna make a big deal out of it anymore than he is. he says his what he needs to, tells whoever to knock it off, and moves on. he protects you emotionally, though. he makes sure you keep your peace, makes sure nobody unnecessarily bothers you.

— bob doesn’t feel like you need to protect him at all. he doesn’t wanna come off as weak. you tend to do it anyways though, a lot in the same way he protects you. defending his honor, protecting his peace. he does like it when you do that, he finds it endearing. seeing you stand up for someone for him is so sweet to him. like you’re willing to do that??? for him??? stfu. if something were to happen and a mission goes sideways and bob gets involved (before he gets the whole sentry/void thing under control), you absolutely protect your boy the best you can. youll be caught dead before he gets hurt

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

— for a lot of everyday tasks, he has to put in a lot more effort to complete them than a lot of people. it takes a lot of brain power for bob to get himself up and started - which, funny enough, is the hardest part for him. starting. he tries, really truly tries. and he cares a lot. and that’s what matters. he’s working on it.

— as for dates and gifts and such, bob puts a lot of thought into it. sometimes he can’t bring himself to do a lot on his off days, but again, he cares. he takes you on walks where you can talk and enjoy one another’s company, finds places to sight see/admiring things at. takes you out to dinner, too, usually to places that have your comfort food. he buys you/picks you flowers, refills on your favorite drinks, searches high and low for physical copies of your favorite media. i keep saying this, but it truly is the smaller things he does for you that shows you he loves you.

— bob doesn’t do too much for your anniversaries. he buys you the prettiest, biggest bouquet he can find, brings home takeout, definitely tries to make you some sort of brownie or cookie. he will admit, it turns out pretty good. he likes hearing you tell him it’s good though, way more than he likes admitting it to himself.

u - ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

— bob bites his nails a lot, especially when he’s anxious and trying to relieve himself and keep himself busy. he oftentimes doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he gets down too far and it starts to burn a little.

— the most chronic over thinker on planet earth. it’s not necessarily a habit, nor is it inherently bad, but it’s something very apparent in his day to day life. he overthinks how he washes his hands. spoiler alert, bob washes them like a normal person.

— he also tends to leave things scattered everywhere. again, not the worst habit to have, but it does make him late sometimes. he’ll sit something down and walk away, just for him to start to frantically look all over the place like 5 minutes later trying to figure out where he put it. does this most with his phone and the books he’s reading. bobs done this with his takeout a few times too and he’s ashamed.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

— i think bob cares a little bit how he looks. he isn’t overly concerned about it, but he is a little concerned. he makes sure he takes care of himself hygiene wise, which is something he has struggled with in the past (drugs & depression/bpd), but he does care about that kind of stuff, and has gotten a lot better with maintaining being physically clean.

— bob compares himself to other people. he’s got his insecurities, some of which have to do with the way his body looks. he’s got scars, and before the sentry serum, he was quite (unhealthily) thin. he sometimes thinks his body could look better, even if no one (especially you) minds one bit how he looks, as long as he’s happy and healthy.

— on bobs good days, he doesn’t bother putting on anything too nice. he gets himself out of his decade old t-shirt and boxers that haven’t been changed in days and puts on jeans and a shirt/hoodie that doesn’t have 50 different holes in it. he never feels the need to look super put together, just presentable.

w - whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

— i think bob would, yeah. he grew accustomed to having you by his side, supporting him and loving him through thick and thin. he has so much love in his body for you that if he wasn’t with you, he wouldn’t know what to do. he’s got a few friends, sure, so he wouldn’t be alone. even still, he would feel a little empty without you in his life.

— being in a relationship wasn’t always something he sought out or prioritized, so he wasn’t always like this. you’ve just become such a big part of his life that living through it all without you anymore just seems crazy to him. he’s not dependent on you, don’t get it twisted. he’s his own person. still, you’re his better half (his words).

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

— bob calls you honey all the time. there’s something about the way he says it that makes you go crazy (i’m projecting). he likes to call you sweetheart, too, and it makes it’s appearance nearly as much as honey does.

— bro cannot keep quiet sometimes, he brain spews a lot. sometimes it’s out of nervousness, and he kinda just mumbles and rambles on about whatever he’s worrying over. other times it’s just about whatever’s on his mind - what he needs to do today, what he ate, what he has done, the book he finished. you always let him speak regardless. on the contrary, bob has his moments where he’s just dead silent. you have to check on his breathing sometimes because of how quiet he’s being. you don’t mind it ever, it’s always quite comforting not needing to keep a conversation going. you get to enjoy his company in peace.

— bob has seasonal allergies. pollen has him on the floor every year, and it somehow ends up worse than the previous time. he’s probably unlucky enough to be allergic to grass too, so springtime is his actual personal hell. he always says that mother natures lucky flowers are so pretty during the spring. he likes the colors.

— praise makes this man’s head go fuzzy. you tell him you’re proud of him, or that he looks handsome, and he combusts on the spot. and if you’re pushing back his hair, staring up at him all sweet while you whisper something about how happy he makes you??? hold him back

y - yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

— i don’t think bob would want to date someone/be friends with someone who’s a heavy drinker or drug user. he wouldn’t mind if you did drink, that’s not an issue for him. he also wouldn’t mind if you smoked a little weed. it would become an issue with him if his partner had an alcohol problem, or were into heavy drugs like he used to be. he’s trying to stay clean, and doesn’t want to surround himself with that kind of stuff anymore. not to mention, his dad was a big drinker. it makes him nervous to be around someone who’s like that, who can’t or won’t be sober. he would be willing to assist you in getting help though if you were open to it, he’s been there.

— i also can’t see bob being willing to date/be friends with someone who is generally mean-spirited or physically/emotionally rough. he wants someone who’s kind, thoughtful, gentle. even if it wasn’t directed at him, i can’t see him wanting to be with someone like that. this, again, reminds him of his dad. he wants comfort, someone who he can rely on and be at home with. he can’t feel that way with someone who isn’t nice. he tolerates walker though cause he made yelena a promise.

— this one isn’t nearly as deep as the first two (even if it sends him into what feels like cardiac arrest), but bob hates when people chew with their mouth open or are loud eaters. he has to physically get up and walk out of the room before he crashes out

z - zzz (what is are sleep habits of theirs?)

— the biggest blanket hog on earth. despite always running warm, having a blanket around him while he sleeps is a must. somehow, the comforter and sheets end up wrapped around his waist during the night. it gives you an excuse to cuddle closer though!! which, speaking of cuddling, he absolutely seeks you out in his sleep. whether it’s just a hand on your hip, or his body weight thrown on top of you, he oftentimes gravitates towards you.

— again, bob tends to stay up later in the night. some nights it’s to stay in the comfort of the silence, finally having some time to let himself breathe and think. other nights, however, his anxieties and insecurities get the best of him, sending him reeling. this often leads to late mornings where he can’t seem to pry himself out of bed properly.

— he doesn’t snore, but he does make little noises in his sleep every so often. a small puff of air out his nose, a content hum, some random word mumbled that correlates with whatever he’s dreaming about.

[keyaho]

.summary: nami's punishment continues. terry divulges himself. he also exposes himself. and indulges again.

short warnings: sensory play, oral, fingering banner: by me (i'm working on making some better than this one lmao. first attempt I know it ain't cute)

Part One || Part Two || Part Three

Nami thought she would get tired of her hands being bound away from her. She thought she would snap and tell him she didn’t like them anymore. Instead, she pulled on them as her arms ached, so much that the burn became familiar; like brushing her teeth. She wanted them even if she wanted to touch Terry more. In the guest room, Nami flexed her feet, one of them was bound at the ankle to the end of the bed. The other was pushed up, opening her legs. She stared up at the ceiling in wait, Terry somewhere in the house doing who knows what before he came and did god knows what to her body. 

“Your playtime has been cut in half, significantly,’ he says, still feeling miffed from her earlier attitude. 

Nami noted that Terry wasn’t going to just let things go. He held her to her choices while standing on his own. The fact that he was still going to indulge her was surprising. After the chicken tenders and fries, she figured he would keep distance between them. Instead, he spent ten minutes kissing her while her hands tugged on her pretty yellow leather cuffs. Personalized with ‘Pretty Gyal’ in black thread, the cuffs were becoming bracelets. A cute accessory to the debauchery Terry inflicted upon her. 

“But, I can indulge myself, yes?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Good.” 

She couldn’t see him from her positon on the bed. Head in the pillows, the room was a comfortable temperature, the cuffs weren’t too tight and she was at ease. Moments later, Terry came to the side of the bed, placing a bowl on the table next to it. He picked up her phone and turned it off. 

“No distractions.” He had left his own to die in the kitchen. 

The guest bedroom door was shut, enclosing them in their own little world. He knelt next to the bed, his finger tips running along her side. 

“Tonight was supposed to end with my face buried in your pussy. I was supposed to be eating you like the last supper, watching you try not to cum. I was supposed to let you get one off, because I wanted to watch you break apart.” 

“I’m sorry, Sir,’ she says, ‘really sorry.” 

Terry’s face softened for a little, she noted the way the lines in his forehead disappeared before they snapped back and his eyes slanted away from her as he looked at her restraints. 

“So you’ve told me.” He paused. “However, your punishment doesn’t end after being spanked.” He kissed his teeth and shook his head. “I want the lesson learned to stick so you remember not to do it again. Understood?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

He looked behind him at the bowl before continuing. “You circled sensory play and over stimulation.” 

“Yes, Sir,’ she replied, though her voice lifted at the end in question. 

“I’m going to add edging and if you are a good girl for me, I might let you cum.” 

The threat and reward lingered in the air between them. Her body tingled as he stood up with his fingers stroking her cheek, her bottom lip, and she parted her mouth. The bowl beside the bed disappeared as he placed it on the bed between her legs. 

“I want you to talk to me, okay?” Terry vocalized. “This is for you and you need to tell me what you like. Tell me what feels good.” He gestured to the room. “In here, I’ll do my best to give you what you need. Maybe even what you want.”  

Terry’s words hung between them as he stood up. 

He didn’t like to improvise but the chilling item in the bowl would have to do. Cold, his fingers dipped into the ice, the circular pieces came from a mold meant to make it easier to add to water bottles. The cylinder shape looked phallic and the sadistic tendencies Terry had began to surface. That would not be happening tonight. He wanted to be the first thing to fuck her. 

“Just feel,’ he instructed, ‘make the noises you want to.” He looked at her soft brown eyes. 

Nami hissed as the ice that landed on her belly and it sat chilling on her skin. It slowly started to melt, the cold water running down the her sides and hips. As it sat there, Terry took another piece in his hands and ran it down her inner thigh. She was warmer here and the ice snapped in half in his hands. 

“Hm..” 

His hands dipped into the bowl again and she hissed when a piece of the ice circled her nipple and another slipped between her legs. 

“Oh,’ she hummed, unsure which sensation she should focus on. 

The one on her chest was cold, but it was tolerable and her nipples hardened as he circled it around. The ice slipping between her lower lips was harsher, colder, and uncomfortable. 

“I…I don’t,’ she began, her eyes searching the ceiling as she tried to find the words. 

“What’s wrong?” Terry asks, stopping his movements and that gives Nami the clarity she needed. 

“I don’t think I like that as much,’ she admitted in a whisper. “Can I scratch that off the list?” She asked, the genuine question in her eyes made him smile. 

“Yeah, we can take that off, babygirl.” 

The initial touch of the ice was blissful, but the biting chill of it after wasn’t something she’d derive any pleasure from. Not even from the ice that he was pressing flush to her pussy, though the cold she liked. 

“Tell me why you don’t like it.” 

Nami licked her suddenly dry lips. 

“What part of me playing with your pussy with ice turned you off.” 

“The…the, um,’ she fumbled, his expression was one of pure elation as if he was enjoying talking to her this way. This wasn’t a Dom in front of her. Her free leg suddenly drew upwards as realization set in. He was too readable this way and she didn’t know if to feel happy or aroused. 

“At first it feels good. But then it’s too cold and it hurts. It stings and numbs.” 

“We can try it another way.”

He couldn’t push it off any longer. The ice had long since melted and his fingers were coated in her thick and sticky essence as he worked it from her body. He could feel her body shaking to stay still. Her hips stuttered and she gave into the pleasure, eyes drifting closed as she moaned. 

“You like that,’ he teased, applying a little more pressure. 

“Yes,” 

“Shh, my pussy is talking,’ he grabbed another piece of ice and chilled his hands before adding them to her body. 

He alternated between eating ice and rubbing it across her skin. The more he played with her pussy the hotter she began to feel and the ice became pleasurable. 

“That’s it, pretty baby.” He cooed. “You want to cum for me don’t you.” 

Nami was speechless, the multiple sensations her body was experiencing made her toes curl. A knot sat deep in her stomach, tight, and getting tighter. She fought against it but she knew moving would make it worse. Nami took deep breaths, loudly blowing them out as she tried to count herself down from a ten to a two. Her head cleared a little and she thought of something else, the shake in her limbs relaxing after a few minutes. Terry had pulled his hand away and watched as she fought the urge to cum. Her chest rose and fell slowly and she counted to herself. 

“Good girl,’ Terry was amused, ‘yu really waah cum fi mi nuh you?’ he laughed. “Tell mi how it feel.” 

Nami watched his eyes light up as he smiled. All fucking thirty-two teeth were bared and the shift in his speech sent the flood straight from her pussy to the bedsheets. She blinked in wonder as he kissed her wrists. Terry then leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, cheek, nose, and then her lips. His fingers began to poke around her hole, flirting with her wet folds as his tongue licked into her mouth. The squelching sounds had been minor before. She could hear them now and feel the way her slick stuck to his fingers. 

“Talk to me, Nami,’ he whispered.

“It feels good.” 

“I know that,’ he replied. “Talk to me.”

“You have me so wet,’ she admitted, his fingers stroking continuously in the same pattern, driving her thoughts wild with the repetition. 

Her breath fanned against his face as she breathed, trying to control herself as his thumb began to strum her clit like a guitar. His fingers moved downward and she bucked her hips unexpectedly when his middle and ring finger pushed into her cunt and stroked in a ‘come hither’ motion. His thumb made light circles on her swollen clit. He scissored his fingers, stretching her left and right. 

Terry kissed down her jaw and sucked on the skin of her neck. The words left her lips faster than she could form them in her head. 

“Does it feel good, baby,” Terry asked. 

 “Yes, Daddy…” 

“Who's making you feel good,’ he hissed. His stroke became faster. 

“You, Daddy-please,’ Nami pleaded. His hand was doing demonic craft through his fingers. He was the spawn of a pleasure demon and she could feel her offering leaking from between her legs. 

Nami felt her body arching into his fingers, seeking out more from him, and he pulled them away. The relief that washed over her as her body fell to the bed was magical. Clarity set in and she threw her leg over to close herself off, trying to rub away the intense feelings pulsating through her slit. 

Terry reached over to the nightstand and turned on her phone. He slid it unlock and set a timer. He dropped the phone onto her stomach as he kissed down her body, his tongue drawing her left nipple into his mouth. He grinned as she pushed her chest upwards towards him, the touch caught her off guard. His tongue lapped there for a few seconds then left a trail towards her sex. Before that he tapped the outside of her leg to get her attention. 

“Yes, Sir,’ she slurred, the sexual haze settling over her as she tried to keep her thoughts clear. She was overwhelmed and her body felt hot. 

“You have two minutes left,’ he pressed a light kiss to her sex. The tip of his tongue flicked against her swollen clit and she whimpered. “You can hold it that long and Daddy will let you cum.” 

“Please, I’ll be good!” She didn’t want to wait two minutes. 

Amused, Terry looked up from his wet fixation. “You’ll be good huh?” 

Nami whined. “I’ll be so good for you.” 

He kissed her pussy again with a bit more firm pressure. Namis legs shaked. 

”Two minutes.” 

He started the timer and pushed her legs apart. Terry pressed his hand into the back of her knee and held it open as his tongue licked between her wet slit. She tried to count, but lost track when he licked from her weeping hole to her sensitive throbbing clit. Terry felt her trying to drag her body away from him. He let her, watching her twist away from him as he licked his lips. He followed her, pushing her legs back open. He finds the phone and drops it beside her head, his eyes threatening her to keep still. 

“Be still.” 

He grabbed her hips and lowered his mouth back to her pussy, slurping his tongue through it. His mouth was cold. The ice shocked her body with a sudden chill. Terry’s tongue quickly licked the chill away, warming her up and making her slicker. The sounds of him eating her out were loud and wet. He sucked her clit into his mouth roughly as his fingers rejoined in stroking her hole. 

Nami was on the verge of tears, the knot in her belly was hard to keep away, and she couldn’t see the time to know what was left and she was sure she wasn’t going to make it. 

“Hold out for me,’ Terry says. 

His fingers were playing a symphony on her g-spot, how could she? 

“Yuh naa go rush Daddy yuh?” 

He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean as she caught a glimpse of his face. His mouth and chin were soaked. The sight of him covered in her mess was too much. The deep baritone of his patois was just as mind numbing as the fingers that had been slipping in and out of her pussy. Nami’s legs drifted shut, her toes curling. 

The alarm on the phone blared and she let go, whimpering as her orgasm soared through her. She didn’t even need him to touch her, just the sight of him between her legs tasting her and the feeling of his thick tongue pushed her over. The alarm was just the trigger. Terry watched her body shake, her hole leaked, creating a large wet spot on the sheets. He thumbed her over the sensitive clit and watched how that same leaking hole clenched around nothing. How her sweet little pink cunt needed to be filled as it welcomed his fingers again. He stroked her a few times, watching her face wince in overstimulation. As Terry watched her sum, he kept eating the ice. 

When his cold tongue flattened against her pussy a second time, Nami tugged so hard on her restraint the latched holding them to the bed snapped. Her wrists were still bound as they came swinging forward from the sudden momentum. Terry heard the snap and looked up and his hand came out to grab her wrists before her hands could grab him. He had disclosed jujitsu as one of his hobbies but she was still surprised at his reflexes. Maybe it was the marine in him too. Either way he pinned them over head, but didn’t hold them. He looked at her in warning and she silently understood. 

“Yes. Sir.” 

He brought her body to the edge of the bed after unbinding them completely. He knelt between her legs as he watched her hands to make sure they were above her head. She had them face downwards and gripping the sheets. Once he parted her legs his mouth latched on to her clit. He assaulted it with his tongue, licked, sucked into his mouth, and devoted so much attention to it she was begging him to let up and slow down. 

His tongue licked lower, his resolve gone as he licked his way into her hole, sucking the slick she hadn’t stopped leaking. It was all unbeatable this time and he gave into temptation. He pulled her legs over his shoulders so he could hold her still. Nami rocked her hips against his mouth, his wet and deadly mouth. 

“I knew this pussy was going to taste good,’ he breathed out, a light chuckle in his chest.

His eyes were blue, Nami’s mouth dropped open as Terry’s tongue flicked against her like a snake's tail.  

With her legs pressed towards her chest, Terry’s tongue played around in her pussy. He was such a noisy eater, slurping and sucking until she was trying to wiggle away from him. His hips began to rock and he flattened his tongue against her pussy letting her ride his face. Her chest rose and fell as she sucked in air. She needed some relief and it was starting to expand in her lower belly. A fire so hot the ice on his tongue did little to soothe. 

She felt like crying. The sensation of being licked and forcing herself not to cum was making her head split. She felt like she was being pulled in two different directions. Nami looked down at him again. His eyes, fuck, those eyes. 

Were they? 

Green? Now? 

Chameleon ass…..

Fucking green eyed bast-

The shrill of the alarm scared Nami right into her orgasm. Her back arched off the bed and her toes curled from their position in the air. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling her pussy quiver as she wished to turn on her side and rub her thighs together, the friction needed. 

When did he set another one?

Terry tore himself away from her cunt. Standing abruptly he wiped a hand over his mouth and chin, but his skin still shone with the aftermath of her orgasm. 

Nami tried to sit up. Her body slumped back to the bed as she joined him in trying to catch their breath. Her voice was soft, sleepy sounding, but he heard it: 

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Terry looked down at himself. He had worn briefs beneath his sweats, hoping to contain himself a bit better and resist the urge to jerk off as he tasted her. Nami wasn’t like previous submissives. Her naivety turned him on. Her wonder and interest renewed his lust for the community. He looked down at her, his heavy breathing silent as she laid there, legs spread, for his next instruction. She was waiting to know what he wanted her to do. He bit down on his lip, slightly upset he lost control just now. He shouldn’t have indulged in her the way he had. Not when punishment was the precursor. He should have edged her and then let her be. Yet, Terry had given in. He had let her cum. He had went against his own R.E.L.Ls to indulge when he had been waiting for the right moment. A tinge of anger settled into his bones and he looked away from her inviting body and slipped into the bathroom. 

He had exposed a part of himself that he shouldn’t have and she caught it. Caught him. He couldn’t fault her for what she did not know was happening. As he busied himself with running her a bath, Terry opened the bathroom’s closet and pulled out a towel and placed it on the sink counter. 

“Sir,’ came her soft voice. 

She stood in the door, her hands bound in front of her, curly hair messy, and his shirt was wrinkled and damp. Nami was a mess of his doing and he bit back the urge to smile. Shit. He needed to reel himself in. The scene was over and he could feel the drop in energy. 

“Yes?” He replied after swallowing. 

“I was trying not to cum.” She whispered. She raised her hands and rubbed them over her flushed face. Her mascara had run, making dark streaks over her cheeks. “I really was trying.” 

Terry’s eyes softened as he walked over to her. “I know.” He cupped her face and brought his head down to kiss her. “You made it to the end of the two minutes.” He pulled away and kissed her forehead. “Twice.” 

“Am I still in trouble,’ she asked as she pursed her lips. 

“Nah, you’re not in trouble.” 

He let her go and she watched him prep her bath. He never stayed in the bathroom with her, so when he beckoned her in she didn’t hesitate. 

“Grab the counter.” 

She put her back to him and placed her hands on the counter. He stood behind her and she watched him in the large mirror. Shirtless, his chest pressed against her back and he unnecessarily leaned into her to remove the cuffs. His hands wrapped around her wrists as his fingers unlatched the leather. He kissed her neck, pulled down the shirt and pressed his lips to her shoulder all the while keeping eye contact with her in the mirror. She tried to look away but his eyes were hypnotic, drawing her in and keeping her hostage. 

With the cuffs gone, Nami lifted her arms to rub her wrists. Beside her, Terry opened a drawer and pulled out a blue tin of salve. His hands then grabbed the back of the shirt and lifted upwards before tossing it into a hamper near the closet. Terry turned around and turned off the water, testing the temperature. She stayed still, watching him over her shoulder. The muscles in his back flexed as he stood up right. 

“When you’re done, wrap in that towel and come see me in the living room.” 

Spread over his lap, Nami’s eyes rolled upwards as he rubbed the thick salve into her ass and inner thighs. His thumbs pressed into her skin and she went limp, enjoying the care. She was in another one of his shirts, not caring it was hanging off her head as she let her arms dangle. His hand smoothed up her back, her shoulders slumping more into his thighs. 

Choking. Spanking. Grabbing. Massaging. 

Those hands could do whatever they wanted to. 

“Do you need a nap?” He asked. 

They had done a lot over the past few days and he wondered if he was moving too fast. She was just so willing. 

“Not yet,’ she replied. If she did she wanted to take on with him. 

“I want to talk about one of the kinks you have.” He says. 

He pulls down her shirt and helps her sit up. She tucks her hands into her lap as she sits cross legged next to him on the couch. He closed the salve tin and dropped it on the infamous table. 

“Yes, S-’

“Speak freely.” He says. “This one is serious.” 

He had studied that paper like it was his orders for work. 

“Do you understand the depth of control I have to have to allow you to participate in consensual non consent, even with me?” 

Nami bit down on her bottom lip. It was one of the first kinks she circled and though she knew the extent of what it could be, Terry’s question had her second guessing. 

“No.” She whispered. “Do you not want to do it? We can take it off.” 

Terry’s hand came down on her knee, stopping her fidgeting. He leaned back and shook his head. 

“That’s not why I am asking.” He looked at her and then to where his hand was on her thigh. “You are giving me consent before it ever happens. That’s different than in the moment. Yeah, you can safeword, but there is no other way to do the kink unless you go all the way. No safewording.” He could see the concern on her face. “I wouldn’t do anything you hadn’t agreed to prior, but we can’t plan this kink. It comes when I want it to.” 

Nami had mentioned she wanted to give up control, as much as she could, because she liked being used in that way. For lack of better words if he wanted, Terry could use her as a toy. She derived so much pleasure from sexual intimacy. The kinks heightened the feelings, but being that close to a man was the main turn on. To be desired in that way. 

“If I see you aren’t enjoying it then I will stop it. And we can try at a later time.” Terry continued. “I’m going to come to you when you don’t want it. When you’re tired or when you’re busy. Your safe word is the only trigger and if you use it, I will never do this kink again.” He paused. “If I have control then I have it. It’s not shared. It’s not traded back and forth. It’s mine the same way your body will be in that moment. At my discretion and for how long I desire to use it.” 

She twisted the shirt in her hands while she looked down at the material. 

“But it wouldn’t happen until after I fuck you so you have nothing to worry about for now. I just wanted you to know the severity of that particular kink.” 

“How do we warm up to that?” 

Terry laughed, not at her, but he understood the joke. “We don’t, however, exploring your kinks helps me create the scene for you. I’ll do what you like after I do what I want.” 

Nami nodded, unsure of what to say. She needed to think about it. 

“Can I ask you something,’ she inquired. 

“Of course,’ he replied, his hand sliding up her thigh and beneath the shirt. “Anything you want.” 

“You….earlier, there was a difference,’ she fumbled over her words, trying to string them together so they made sense. “I called you Daddy but you didn’t correct me. Or punish me for it.” 

“In the heat of things I can forget to pace myself and I slip into a different head space.” 

“Was it my fault?” She asked. 

Terry’s eyes shot up to hers and he leaned forward, almost in her lap. She kept her hands tightly fisted in the shirt. 

“No, you did everything right.” He sighed. 

Nami waited for him to speak again, though she let out a sigh of content when he kissed her. His tongue swept over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, letting him taste her as if he hadn’t. Her hands twitched and she huffed. So badly she wanted to hold his face, his shoulders, scratch up his back, marvel at the way his toned stomach rippled beneath her fingers and feel the heaviness of his dick in her hands. 

She was snatched from her thoughts as his hand pushed between her legs, the heat inviting his fingers back into her cove, just as wet as it had been before. 

“What are you thinking about that made you so wet, Nami?” He teased, pushing her to lie back on the couch. 

He unfolded her legs, pushed her arms up and settled between her thighs. 

“I really want to touch you.” She says, eyes glossy as he played with her pussy. Their talk became more sensual as he pushed them into her cunt, stroking a fire that was warming her belly. 

“I know.” He kissed her neck, tugging the skin between his teeth as she arched into his fingers. “I can’t keep my hands off you.” He admitted. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” 

He crawled to the floor, kneeling beside her before pulling her legs to either side of his head. He brought her body down, resting her thighs on his shoulders as he held her still. He kissed her clit, looking up at her as she held onto the back of the couch. 

“Mi nuh need yuh touchin mi rite now.” 

Terry whispered patois to her pussy, his lips licking up her slick as she dug her nails into the back of the couch. There it was again, Nami thought, something gentle about how he spoke to her, the patois rolling across her ears as she moaned. She tried to keep still, to watch him devour her, but her body betrayed her and she rocked her hips back and forth against his mouth again. 

She was still sensitive from earlier and the need to push his head away while pulling him closer at the same time was high. His tongue was flat as it pressed against her cunt and she could almost feel his damn tastebuds flaring up as they became soaked in her mess. 

“Sweet little pussy,’ he hummed. “Mi a guh fuck yuh senseless.” 

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