#FRIENDS TO LOVERS SUPREMACY

[grishaxverse]

they’re already giving “you drool when you sleep”

[somedayillbepeterpan]

*We are back on regular programming*

On today's rewatch (actually from a few days ago), I got stuck on this beautifully cheeky scene (I'm going to put 3 frames for comparison).

Look at this cheeky girl:

Is she smiling because he's saying sorry or is she amused that he's there in her garden trying to apologise or is she happy that he's there in her garden, wanting to right his wrong?

I fear we have not nearly talked enough about the garden apology.

[ayamos]

[nsfwhiskey]

“It is awesome. I cannot recommend highly enough dating your friends. It’s the best.”

[lokiusly]

only Lokius and Polin, nothing else

[television-overload]

If Mulder and Scully had ever kissed on screen like the Nick/Jess kiss from New Girl..... total fandom meltdown

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

as long as he leads the way . .

katsuki's childhood habits remain the same

katsuki still apologizes to you the same way he used to when you were kids.

he always makes a face whenever he knows he’s gone too far or when he’s done something he knows he shouldn’t have, his eyebrows are furrowed and his little chubby face contorts into a sad little pout. he tries to look tough but he can already feel guilty tears in his eyes so he looks away from you, little hands balled into fists at his sides and his head hangs low so you can’t see his red face through his bangs.

usually, he tries making it up to you by showing you something he thinks you’ll like or something he finds cool, and sometimes he’ll even let you hold his precious all might card, but only when he knows he really messed up. he’ll stiffly pet your head as an apology for pulling at your hair a little too hard earlier and if you ask him to he’ll kiss the pain away from when you scrapped your knee because he accidentally shoved you a little harder than he meant to when he was chasing you around.

but when you’re mad at him because he’s been really mean, in ways he knows his shiny holographic all might card won’t fix, he opts to simply sit next to you. with a little pout on his face and with his cheeks turning red, he’ll shove his head into your shoulder. he holds onto you tightly so he’s sure you won’t be able to escape him or his apology. you squirm around a little bit but he doesn’t let you go. you stop moving around but you still huff at him, calling him a big meanie. all he does in response is shoving his head against your shoulder and he mutters out a little "m’sorry." against it.

he hears you shuffle to look at him and he looks up at you, his eyebrows are still furrowed and his cheeks are so red because he’s really not used to apologizing and he doesn’t like to, but he does for you. and even at the tender age of seven, you really can’t stay mad at him when he looks like that, so you forgive him and you’ve already forgotten what you were even mad about when he grins at you boyishly, already back to his usual self as he drags you off to your next adventure who knows where, but even at the tender age of seven, you knew you’d follow him to the ends of the earth as long as he led the way.

he’s changed so much and not at all at the same time. he hates it whenever you get mad at him and he still does everything and anything to get your attention when you are. and just like before, whenever he hurts you in ways he knows his actions can’t fix, he opts to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle loosely, giving you the option to break out of his hold if you wanted to. his hold on you slowly tightens when you make no move to, his head is shoved into the crook of your neck and his chest is pressed flush against your back,“ i’m sorry.” he whispers.

it wouldn’t mean much if it came from anyone else but this is katsuki. you’ve known him for as long as you can remember, you know how he is : he’s unruly, headstrong and so stubborn it drives you crazy sometimes. but he casts all of that—all of him aside for you.

“i’m sorry.” he says again, his voice is low and a little shaky.“ shouldn’t have said all that to you. that wasn’t…cool” he fumbles around for the right words to say and you have to hold back a laugh as he does so, but you can tell he’s trying.“never wanna make ya mad at me..” he finishes quietly. he’s fiddling around with the ends of your shirt waiting for your response. then he hears you shuffle around to peek at him and he looks up at you.

he really hasn’t changed. he’s still got the same little frown, the same little crease between his brows and the same rosy cheeks. sure his features are less rounded, his cheeks are definitely less chubby, he’s gotten taller but he’s still your same katsuki who’s a little rough and a big meanie sometimes, but who also always makes sure to apologize to you when he knows he’s hurt you because that’s the last thing he wants.

you grant him a tiny smile. his eyes light up and he stands a little straighter and after a second he’s on you, pressing kisses all over your cheek, grinning boyishly at you and you still want to follow him to the ends of the world as long as he’s leading the way.

[waldau-archived]

pipe dream — chwe hansol | 1,730 words | fluff

friends to lovers with vernon (again)!!! here's the writing exercise i did because my hands were freezing.

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

“do you have your keys?”

you peel your eyes away from the movie you’re not really watching and look up at vernon. you couldn’t even tell the title if vernon asked.

vernon, who’s dressed in the most casual attire possible and still manages to look incredibly handsome as he stands in front of you, hands in the pockets of his jeans jacket.

“my…keys,” you repeat, focusing on not looking at his lips. you look at his eyes instead. maybe a second too late, because he raises his eyebrows.

“yeah,” he says, slowly. “keys. to our apartment. your set.”

our apartment. you ignore the tingle that runs through you at the possessive word. “i do, but…why?”

he sighs. “i left mine at seungkwan’s. he’s back in jeju right now and i don’t know when i’ll be back, so i don’t want to disturb you.”

“you mean you forgot yours. for the second time in the past few months.”

he raises his hands in surrender, a smile on his face. “not denying that.”

“what would you do without me?”

he pretends to think. “die, maybe. but can i have your keys? i promise i’m not going to lose them anywhere.”

you scrutinize him for a few moments. he probably thinks it’s under the pretense of wondering if you really want to give them to him, but you know you’d give them to him in a heartbeat. your hesitation is more about why he’s heading out tonight.

your mutual friend jeonghan’s set him on a blind date with a friend of a friend, and vernon’s heading out because he doesn’t have any other obligations. apart from your weekly movie night. which happens every saturday, without fail. you get a chance to pick a movie every other week. it’s your turn tonight, and while you usually love watching…spirited away, you remember, looking at the screen before looking back at him, it doesn’t seem that fun when you’re the only one on the sofa tonight.

it hurts that he’s okay with skipping movie night this time around. it always happens, even if either of you has to go somewhere the next day. it’s something that started out of boredom and has become an unspoken tradition.

but it doesn’t matter now. vernon’s going to go on a date with someone handpicked by jeonghan. someone who’s no wonder gorgeous, and funny, and smart, and the perfect match for him. he’s going to fall in love despite his whole i don’t fall in love easily at all shtick. and he’s going to go on even more dates, and move out, and maybe even marry—

“what if i say no?”

“either i wake you up from your sleep, or i spend the whole night freezing outside our door.”

you roll your eyes. vernon can be pretty dramatic when he needs to be. “i’m not that cruel. you can take my keys. they’re on my table.”

vernon’s eyes widen slightly. “really? i’ll get them, no worries,” he says, hand reaching out to push you back down into the sofa when you try to get to your feet. you shut your eyes for a moment at the touch, and he’s gone when you open them.

is it some kind of cosmically unlucky coincidence that jeonghan set vernon up on a date just days after you confessed your feelings about vernon to seungcheol? or is it some sort of conspiracy to get you jealous enough to confess to vernon, and then sit back and watch your life fall apart when he inevitably rejects you?

either way, it’s not going to work. there’s no magic than can possibly bring the two of you together.

a loud sound from the television startles you and makes you realize it’s been a minute or two since vernon’s been in your room. your mind first jumps to wonder whether you’ve left it in a mess, but you haven’t. your bed is neat, your laundry is washed and folded, and your desk is empty. you don’t have any journals dedicated to your feelings for him, thankfully. the notes app in your phone is a worthy substitute.

what the heck is he doing there, then?

“vern?” you call out, a bit uncertain. “aren’t they on the table?”

“yeah,” he calls out, and you hear his footsteps as he heads out of your room. “sorry. i got distracted.” he dangles your keys in front of you. “didn’t know you kept this,” he says, pointing to one of the keychains attached to the keys.

it’s a small mario figurine he’d given you for one of your birthdays. it’s eroded past the point of recognition, and the only reason you can tell it’s mario is because vernon had given it to you. specifically because of the sheepish smile he’d had as he caught you at the end of the party, apologizing for not being able to get a better gift in time. it’s still one of your most cherished gifts, and it’s even more valuable because vernon has a matching luigi keychain for his car keys.

“there wasn’t any reason for me to throw it away,” you point out.

vernon jerks his head to the side. “fair. also, you lied to me.”

“i…did? about?”

“not having this picture with you,” he says, sliding his hand into his pocket and pulling out a small polaroid. it’s too far to recognize anyone in it, but when he brings it closer to you, you swear you understand what people mean when they say their blood freezes.

it’s a picture of you and him at seungcheol’s last party, a few months ago. you’re sitting next to vernon, his hand around your shoulders and his head resting against yours. you don’t remember ever seeing him smile this much in a photo before. but he’d also been tipsy that night, which explains why he might’ve been like that. if it had been him and anyone else, it would have looked like a picture of a couple, but with you in it, it’s just two friends. nothing more.

the incriminating thing about the photo, however, isn’t the photo itself. it’s what’s written on the back. it says tell him you love him already! in soonyoung’s half-tidy scrawl. pipe dream, is what your reply was. i’ll tell him when he does first. because, obviously, he’d never do that.

you can’t bring yourself to meet vernon’s eyes, afraid of what he might say. the only reason the picture was ever pinned to your bulletin board was because you never expected him to see it there, and yet your worst fears have come true.

“if you’d shown me this earlier,” vernon says, placing the photo on your lap, “i wouldn’t have had to say yes to jeonghan hyung tonight.”

you don’t comprehend his words immediately, but he’s not upset. okay. you can deal with this. “why would it change—”

“because i love you.”

time stops, too. vernon is looking intently at you, his gaze never shifting as he reaches out for the remote and presses the pause button. that’s…kinda hot, you think, sinking into the sofa as much as you can. you’re done for.

“aren’t you going to say it back to me?”

“i…what? love you?”

“you’re going to have to sound more convincing if you want to make this dream reality.”

“i…love you?” you ask, swallowing.

“one more time?” he asks, sinking to his knees in front of you. his hand reaches for yours.

this is vernon. your best friend, your roommate, and your only crush for the longest time ever. you can almost see seungkwan in your mind’s eye, urging you to say something.

“do i have to say it?” you ask, your grip on his hand tightening. “wasn’t the photo still being up there proof enough?”

“it was,” he says, that small smile you love so much gracing his lips, “but i’d like to hear it from you.”

“i…” dreaming of being able to say those words to him is one thing, but actually saying those words to him, knowing that he knows you love him feels…unlike anything you’ve felt before. you’re unable to meet his eyes.

again, this is vernon. you’ve shared a good number of embarrassing moments with him as your roommate, and yet…

“hm?”

“i love you,” you say, eyes shut, stomach feeling not unlike how it does at the precipice before the roller coaster falls towards the ground.

“you’re not even going to look at me?”

you’ve nearly said it thrice till now, and the more you say it, the easier it seems to get. especially when vernon wants you to say it to him. you open your eyes and glare at him. “fine. i love you, chwe vernon. i think you already knew it, but do with that what you will.”

vernon smiles that brilliant smile soonyoung had captured on camera months ago, and getting to see it directed at you feels amazing. “what i’m going to do, is apologize to jeonghan hyung,” he says, getting up to his feet.

“why? what about your date?”

“there’s someone else i’d like to have as my date.”

several hours later, when you’ve both watched a movie each of your choice, vernon leans against your shoulder while you wrap your blanket closer around the two of you.

“i thought i’d been clear that night,” he says. whispers, given how tired he sounds. you look down at the messy mop of hair resting on your shoulder. his hair’s gotten longer. when was the last time he’d gotten it cut? with little hesitation, you lift your hand and push his fringe back so it doesn’t cover his eyes.

“i thought you were tipsy.”

he huffs a laugh. self-depreciating. you know him well enough by now to be able to tell what he means. “liquid courage. i hoped you’d take a hint.”

you’d wanted to, so badly. vernon hadn’t left your side that night even once, and he held onto your hand all the way back home. you figured it had been for physical support.

apparently not.

you feel a surge of fondness run through you. you wish he could see it.

“vernon?”

“yeah?”

“i love you. i’m sorry i took this long to say it.”

you feel him press his cheek against your shoulder a little harder. he’s going to fall asleep soon.

“don’t be. i love you, too.”

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[somedayillbepeterpan]

on today's rewatch: just Polin on S2 [S2E7: Harmony]

I don't know what I did but I'm in a puddle of tears staring at this gif.

I was editing some stuff, landed on this scene, and then tears started and are still streaming down my face.

Their concern for each other? The chemistry coming out of them just by looking at each other? I just... I'm just running out of words how much I love these two 😭

I'm still HERE.

Bonus: this is one of the yellow dresses that I like on Pen.

[sunsetrules]

VNLMI MY LOVES,,,,,

Hiii been a while 🥰👍

[kennico]

refreshing drink 🥤

[rahuratna]

The Feast at your Table (part 2 of 2)

Content: Explicit sexual content (MDNI!!), fluff, humour, idiots in love.

He had not been joking about keeping you warm. From the moment your back hit the plush mattress in his bedroom, Taishiro was as focused on you as he was on a gourmet five course meal. He crawled over the rumpled blankets towards you, lips finding yours again, a soft groan rumbling from the depths of his chest as your fingernails found purchase on his shoulders.

The sounds he made were calling up an answering primacy in your body's response, and you arched your back, pushing yourself closer to him, eager for more contact. Taishiro was strangely hesitant, though. You drew a little away, taking in his abashed expression.

"Need to be careful. Don't wanna crush you or something."

You let out a small huff of frustration and amusement.

"Taishiro. I'm a woman, not a glass sculpture in your grandmother's figurine collection."

"Yeah? Well my gran collected potted plants, so -"

You really did grab him by the collar and kiss him senseless. Now you were both laughing against each other's lips, his hands furnace-warm as they slipped beneath the shift you wore. You gasped as he went straight for the kill, cupping and caressing your breasts in his slightly roughened palms which were so large that when he squeezed lightly, the knuckles came up and brushed against your chin. You moaned in delight at the contact, soft sighs of pleasure falling from you as he kneaded and rolled. You pressed soft, uncoordinated kisses to his hands whenever they approached your mouth.

The growl he uttered now was low and needy. He brought his head down, planting hot wet kisses, his tongue laving along the curved column of your throat.

"You feel so - even better than I - mmm, darling, c'mere."

His arms were now completely enclosing your waist, and for the first time, your difference in size was crystal clear to you. It wasn't as if you were oblivious, but all the time you'd spent in his presence had somehow dulled your sense of just how large this man was.

Until now, of course.

You were on his lap, the stretch in your inner thigh making itself known as you straddled his broad hips. Reaching up, your fingers entangled themselves in the addictive softness of his hair, tugging his head further down. Your body was all but quivering with eagerness as he slipped the straps of the shift down over your shoulders. Your impatience and desire were growing. You wanted his skin on yours, now and ... oh.

All of those thoughts flew out the window when his hot, wet mouth, so large and all-encompassing, came down around your nipple. His powerful arms were holding your upper body steady, trapping you in place as he suckled and licked with fervour, gently nudging one swollen nipple upwards with his nose before switching his attention to the other. The cool night air sensitised your skin, still wet with his saliva, far beyond anything you'd experienced before.

His sensuous attention to your breasts was driving you wild, your hips bucking against his. You could feel it beneath you, the hardening outline of him against the fabric of his cotton trousers. He released you from the vice that was his embrace, both hands now slipping up, under the shift and pulling it off you entirely. His breath hitched slightly as he took you in, your eyes closed, your neck exposed, the flesh of your breasts still glistening where his mouth had been.

You lowered your gaze to him, and imagined that you must look much the same as him, your lips swollen with rough kisses, your hair tangled and hanging down around your shoulders, your chest heaving. Taishiro had never looked hungrier than when you beheld him then. He was now panting with want, which translated to clumsiness and desperation as his fingers hooked into the silk of the shorts you wore.

Just as impatient as he was, you lifted your hips off him, earning a soft sound of protest as the hot, damp pressure of your arousal was shifted away from his own. You slid back, away from him, feet pushing slightly against his knees as you lifted your hips and slid the shorts away, along with your underwear.

Modesty and propriety be damned. You weren't going to perform an elaborate strip tease, with the way you both wanted each other right now. That kind of teasing could wait until another time, until you were both so satiated with each other that other forms of play could even be considered.

Taishiro obviously approved, because his eyes were now so fixated on your glistening sex that he wasn't even aware of what he was saying any longer.

"Oh goddamn, angel, look at - you're so wet - I - fuck."

That last part was uttered with low, guttural deliberation as his hand slid down the front of his own pants, wrist rotating just above the waistband as he gave himself a firm stroke.

"Taishiro, too many clothes."

Your own voice was breathless. You needed him, needed to feel him on you, inside you. And he was still fully dressed. Sliding your legs forward, you did the first thing your hazy mind guided you to, and slid your feet under his shirt, using them to pull upwards. You didn't really mean to undress him this way, just spur him on, so to speak. He had the bright idea of moving downwards at the same time.

The shirt caught on his broad shoulders, tangling around his arms. He uttered a grunt of frustration and you promptly collapsed laughing.

"Hey, handsome. You shy?"

"When I get outta here - you - "

He finally managed to free himself, with some help (from your hands, this time) and you inhaled deeply as you took in the man before you. The broad expanse of his chest was even better than your wildest imaginings, blonde tufts of hair, darker and shorter over the middle of his chest, running down the front of his wide belly in a tantalising trail, all the way to the top of his pants. An assortment of scars littered his body, some small and pale, others, such as the one that ran down one side of his ribcage, darker and taut-looking, as if he'd been burned. There was that overwhelming sense of size and power, of the muscles that roped and bunched under the plush layers of flesh affected by his quirk.

He let you look, his own gaze clouded with lust, his breathing growing heavier as he registered the scent of your arousal. Then, he leaned forward and placed a soft, chastising bite on your inner thigh for your stunt with his shirt earlier. His hair brushed against your aching clit, making you gasp and jerk. You hadn't realised how sensitive he'd made you.

Taishiro was now reaching behind him, one hand emerging with a pillow in its grasp. He easily lifted the small of your back and eased the pillow underneath. When you felt him shifting his body down, your stomach twisted in anticipation, but you protested softly. You didn't know how much of this you could take.

"Taishiro, please, I'm - "

"I know, baby. I gotta prep you so... you know. You can take me."

The flush that spread down his neck while uttering those words was slightly ridiculous, considering what he was planning on doing to you, but you knew him. You knew he'd take his time, considering the physical difference in his size compared to the average person. Biting your lower lip, you nodded, determined to be patient enough for him to do what he needed to.

Every coherent thought you had deserted your mind when his mouth came down on the swollen lips of your cunt, tentatively tasting. He licked all the way to the peak, then dipped the tip of his tongue into your wet, pulsing opening, probing deeper and deeper, pushing the lips apart with his fingers. Your head was thrown back, rough gasps tearing from your throat as he intensified his attention on you, rubbing his nose against your clit, the sides of his face damp with your arousal.

His hands slid down, grasping the back of your upper thighs, and he lifted, pushing your legs back towards your abdomen, spreading them further apart. Like this, he reached even more of you, and your gasps were now building to soft cries as he laved you with his tongue like a starving man. He pushed the labia further apart now, one thick finger probing gently at your entrance. You took him in easily, squeezing and relaxing around the thick, intruding digit.

He was groaning again, hand moving relentlessly between your legs as he worked the finger in and out. He was watching your reactions, hungrily tracking the way your stiffened nipples rose as if on a wave and caught with breathless ecstasy at the apex when he touched a certain place inside you. Two large fingers were now entering you, and you reminded yourself to relax, to even your breathing, your body adjusting to the stretch. He paused and you smiled down at him, reaching down to stroke his hair, showing him how well you could do for him.

You'd do anything for him.

"Taishi - please, I'm - "

That familiar coil in your lower abdomen was approaching, as if your clit was a white hot point of heat, growing warmer and warmer under the firm pressure of his tongue and fingers. He answered your wordless pleas with greater intensity, pushing you right over the edge into the crashing wave of your first orgasm. You cried out, louder than any you'd uttered before, body arching up under his slower, firm licks as he guided you through on pure instinct. When you came to your senses again, you realised that the soft, sobbing breaths echoing through the bedroom were your own.

Taishiro was murmuring sweet, meaningless words of praise to you, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

"So good, so sweet, so fucking beautiful. All mine, angel, coming for me like that."

"Yes, yours. Yours. All yours, Taishiro," you somehow manage, voice broken and uneven with the pleasure he's just given you. He gives you time to regain your senses, slowly kissing your calves, your ankles, then making his way up your body, taking care to press a deep, passionate kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself. It's heady, indulgent, as sensual and focused as his regular appetite for food.

There's something different about your body tonight, something about the way you're responding to him and him only. Normally you'd need more time to recover, for your body to be able to feel that heated thrum of arousal again, but he already has you there, body pressing gently and firmly against yours.

Somewhere, during your period of delirium, he'd removed his pants and boxers. You're both completely naked now, bodies enmeshed on the rumpled blankets. There is something so perfect, so intimate about this, having your nude form touched and caressed, his large hands mapping out every plane of you as if committing it to flesh memory. He is careful, of course, not to press down with his full weight, even though you wrap your arms around his shoulders and sigh at the pleasant friction.

He is, as you expected, larger than average. Much larger. You glance down between your bodies and see his hesitation as you consider the rounded head, an angry flush of arousal around the tip, the thickness of him, the veins standing out along the curve of his length, the slickness that has been rubbed along it from the weeping slit.

"Uh, we don't have to - I mean, I can put it between your thighs if its too much for - "

He never gets to finish that sentence, as you're pulling his head down, crushing his lips to yours, showing him how much you want him.

"Please, Taishiro. Inside. Stretch me. Want to feel you. Make me cum again."

"God, fuck, okay, hold on, I - "

He wrenches himself away from you, subjecting you to a sudden emptiness and you silently chide yourself for immediately craving his body against yours again. He is pulling open a drawer at his bedside, retrieving a condom and a bottle of lube, his fingers clumsy and rushed as he handles them. He slows down enough to manoeuvre the condom out of its wrapper, sheathing himself with care. It stretches to its limit over his thickness, and he eyes you uncertainly while he pours lube into his palm, coating himself with a few pumps into his fist. You hold your arms out, beckoning him in, your face open, showing him just how much you want this. When you enclose him in your embrace, your kisses soft and tender on his eyes, cheeks, lips, he begins to lose himself in you again.

Your heated whispers ignite something inside him, because now his breathing has amped up once more, his body pushing you down more firmly. You're gasping again, as the coarse hairs of his chest scrape deliciously against your nipples, the rounded curve of his belly pushing solidly against yours. His cock is pulsing against your soaking folds, the lube warming from the heat of your body, rubbing back and forth until the head prods forward, slipping into you.

You gasp and clench slightly, and it's his turn to soothe and caress you.

"That's it. Come on - ah - yeah. So good, baby. Taking me just like that. Ah - please - oh God angel, love you, love your sweet pussy, love you, love you - "

His voice is rising steadily as he rocks into you, splitting you open inch by inch on his thick length. The lube and the earlier attention of his tongue and fingers have helped make you slick for him, and you bite your lip as he slides deeper, filling you to the brim. The discomfort and burning stretch are soothed by his careful thrusts and the way he places a hand under the small of your back, lifting gently so that you can take more of him.

At some point, he stops pressing further in, even though he's not completely sheathed, and focuses on building a rhythm between your bodies. The rough heat, the slide of his flesh inside yours, the mingling of your desperate breaths, all combine to create a cocoon of passion around the both of you that births a beautiful, wild, unfolding. You're wetter than you've ever been, the slapping sounds of his body against yours driving you both to cries and moans. He is so big, so hard, so good, and you're telling him so, clinging to his shoulders and back with abandon as he fucks you into the mattress.

In the past, you'd needed some form of clitoral stimulation to make you come from penetrative sex, but with Taishiro, it was completely different. The press of his weight onto your pubic mound, the angle of his thrusts, the heavenly pull and tug against your walls with every steady dig of his cock into you, drove you completely mad with pleasure.

You were aware, as if experiencing some out-of-body sensation, that this was the loudest you'd ever been, your broken cries, incoherent praises and short screams of pleasure echoed by his own deep grunts, pants and pleas. Something exhilarating, terrifying, beautiful was building inside you, something you'd never felt before. Your slightly panicked gaze caught his, reassured by the infinite tenderness and desire there.

"Taishi - I can't - "

"Come for me, angel. That's it, I gotcha. Come all over my cock, baby. Love how I fuck you like this? Oh God, so sweet. Your pussy's so good for me."

The sensation wasn't as sharp this time around, so the power of your orgasm catches you completely off guard. The spasm of your walls around him causes him to still his movements, cursing, moaning filthy praises and adoration in a heated mix. Your entire body arches off the bed, your mouth open in a silent scream, your face twisted with the seemingly endless waves of pure pleasure that throw your muscles into taut lines.

You're aware of him pulling out until just the tip lies inside, of the warm gush of liquid against his abdomen that makes him grunt. He waits until the spasm is over before pressing into you again, panting hard as he leaves himself there. Your chest is heaving in heavy gasps, tears of delight collecting in the corners of your eyes and trickling down your cheeks, and he kisses the moisture away. You're still ferociously sensitive, but not raw enough that he needs to pull out completely. He's close now, the impact of his deep thrusts making up for the slower pace he's taking. He's fucking you like he did his fist earlier, cords of sinew in his neck standing out, and now you can see his face, his blissed out expression, the effect you have on him.

Taishiro comes with a roar, face red and flushed, sweat collecting at the tip of his nose, and you're aware of just how much your lovemaking has heated up the room around you. You wrap your legs around his waist as far as they will go, whispering encouragement to him, telling him how good he's been for you. He groans out, utterly spent, but still holding himself up with shaky arms. You tip him gently to the side, gasping as he slips out, the full tip of the condom trailing down between your trembling thighs.

Taishiro isn't able to form words yet, and neither are you. He reaches for you, drawing you wordlessly into his embrace, kissing your hair and stroking a hand down the expanse of your back as you press your face into his neck. There isn't much need for speech, not when all the feelings you have for each other have been laid bare, all the loving declarations he made in your ear at the height of your passion are still hovering above the bed you share on gossamer wings.

After some time, the need to move and change the bedding drives you both from the comfortable nest of each other's arms. He whispers soft endearments to you as he helps you off the bed, the pleasant ache between your legs making you flinch slightly as you move. He pauses, hand enclosing yours in a firm grip.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, not at all. I'm just... I may not be able to walk straight for a while, but in a good way."

He looks at you, that infinite warmth you both shared expanding in the space between you, and you're overcome by another fit of laughter as you bury your head against his shoulder. His voice is husky with delight, at the simple ability to have you this close.

"A good kinda feeling, huh?"

"Very good."

"That good?"

"You're a glutton for praise, now?"

"I'm a glutton for everything, especially you."

The kiss he pulls you into (before he cleans you up in the shower, before he traces the shape of your body as you lie on clean sheets) is as sweet as the one you wake up to the following morning. That's when the sun streams in through the windows, painting your skin and his with the glow of your first joining, and you feast yourself on his smile. 

@g-kleran @dottedsilktie

[rebtrovert-girl]

from 'Hate' to 'Love'

Love Next Door, Episode 2

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Demonization of the Enemies to Lovers Trope

I find it very disingenuous when Zutara antis compare or lump Zutara with problematic ships like Reylo and Dramione. Anyone who makes a claim like this should have not any opinions about ATLA respected. Because they obviously did not watch the show.

There are major differences that set Zutara apart from Reylo and Dramione.

Zutara vs Dramione - Friendship

Zuko and Katara reconciled and became very close friends in season 3. Draco and Hermione disliked each other in canon and the best of their relationship was civility. Dramione could have served the same narrative function as Zutara by representing union after war but Dramione lacked the canon building blocks that Zutara had.

Zutara vs Reylo - Redemption

Zuko has a powerful redemption arc. But even when Zuko was an antagonist, he was never truly evil. And Zuko's actions towards Katara (eg tying her to a tree) were not completely monstrous. Zuko and Katara never crossed any boundaries while enemies. When Katara starts showing compassion to Zuko, it is in season 2 when Zuko is no longer an active threat (eg. offering to heal Iroh and their emotional moment in the catacombs). Compare this to Reylo where there are all these romantic undertones while Reylo and Kylo are still enemies. Kylo also has a worse record than Zuko: murdering his dad, oppressing countless people, killing civilians, and maiming people. And Rey for some reason, before Kylo does anything to deserve it, begins to feel sorry for him. Unlike Zuko, we don't see Kylo truly atone for what he did to Rey. Not to mention the abusive elements in their relationship such as Kylo calling Rey worthless.

The point is that people need to stop demonizing enemies to lovers ships. And stop lumping healthy ships like Zutara with more toxic ships like Dramione and Reylo. It's not a fair comparison.

[avenin7]

What if they grew up together?

Revali having white feathers that turn navy after each molt is not my idea. I believe it came from @grooviestsadpapaya and I have not been able to stop thinking of it since. Hence this drawing

[cateyesinlove]

💫When Emerie falls in love ✨

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Art by @isis_villalobos_art

Commissioned by me

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Part two of three of Valentine’s Day commisions! Hope everyone is having a delightful day 🥰❤️

I am IN LOVE with how this commission turned out my dearest @isis_villalobos_art did the best of the jobs 😭 my girls look so beautiful and in love 🫶🏽 This two own my heart and as it hurts me to say this “crackship (😭) “ owns my heart, the possibility of this is like so slim but I will hold the gwynerie fort strong for us

See you guys later for part three 👀❤️ CANT wait! Let me know if you guys might know who it is about