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This should get interesting!

Last Song: rises the moon - live acoustic by aeseaes (and it's also been on a constant loop in my head ever since which I am not mad about. It's very calming and ebbs in a way that feels almost meditative which I've needed)

Favorite color: deep blood red, emerald green, slime green, and neon magenta. Oh, and black, but that's basically "neutral" for me so I don't really count it as a color.

Last book: I just recently started Lungbarrow. I have a genetic condition that messes with my eyes and makes it hard to read as often as I'd like so it's been long enough since I've finished a book that I genuinely don't remember what it was.

Last film: Withnail & I. It's a comfort movie that I sometimes put on to help me sleep when I'm having a bad night.

Last TV show: me & my mom are watching Death in Paradise. We're on season 4. As for last NEW show, it was the Gilded Age. If the visuals weren't enough to get me to watch, almost the entire cast are vocally pro-Palestine and have been for a while so how could I not show my support! It's like the show was tailor made for me!

Sweet/savory/spicy: Yes. I have these dried chili lime salted strawberries that tick all 3 boxes and they are, hands down, my favorite snack. They're also one of the only things my body doesn't reject when I'm having issues so there are some days where that's the only thing I can eat. Please don't make me pick one of those 3 because I will throw a curve ball and just pick sour out of spite.

Relationship status: aroace and married to myself. I even wear a wedding band because I got sick of creeps hitting on me & not taking no for an answer without it.

Last thing I googled: It's been so long since I've actually had to google anything that I genuinely don't remember.

Current obsession: snif brand perfumes. I've been in a funk and the easiest way to perk myself up is to put on some perfume & theirs have been on a whole other level. My favorites are soda snob (smells like a fresh, ice cold glass bottle of coke with a hint of lime when you first spray and then dries down to gummy coke bottle), hot cakes (the main scent is maple but in a really nice way that isn't too sickly sweet and dries down to a rich, caramel-y vanilla that's perfect on cooler days), and swede tooth (gummy marshmallow watermelon candy but in a grown up way that's still nostalgic). I think I have like 11 or 12 perfumes from them (2 of which I've already re-bought: hot cakes and soda snob) & I've gotten a couple for my mom that she also loves. And I've gotten several candles & some laundry detergent from them. Plus they're actually a really good price compared to other comparable perfume brands & they're queer owned, cruelty free, and bds friendly so they tick all of my ethical boxes! If you're in the US & you like perfume, they have some of their scents at ulta so you can go take a snif (😁) and see if they're your vibe!

Looking forward to: I just ordered a new set of nail polishes this morning (the holo taco 6th anniversary collection) & I already can't wait for them to get here! I'm already thinking about what colors I'm going to wear and what combos I'm going to do & I made sure to stock up on top coat & the red crelly I've been using as a base color last week so I could have those all ready to go when the new ones come! I also reorganized my swatch rounds and fixed the labels that kept rubbing off. I think the only thing I have left to do is double check the cartridge in my label maker and make sure I have space for the collection box.

I suck at tagging because I'm an awkward little fly on the wall so have a free for all! I did not mean for so much of that to rhyme. I'm sorry.

10 things for 10(ish) people you'd like to know better

thanks for the tag bestie! @without-energy-always

last song: illit- tick tack

favourite colour: pastel pink

last book: japanese tourism: spaces, places and structures (for an essay...)

last film: harry potter and the goblet of fire

last tv show: squid game season 2

sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury yum

relationship status: engaged

last thing i googled: 'scallion pancake' lmao

current obsession: call of duty

looking forward to: going on vacation zzz

tags: @mhmmhmmhm777 @codnasties @souls-for-fandoms @shadowcompanygirl @thechaoticcheese @gaz-oline @insertcoolcharactername @sai-int @guhbwuh

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Uchusen Vol.189 (Summer 2025) No.1 Sentai Gozyuger | Detail of Super Sentai ft. Kimura Kaiki & Karuma Interviews (pages and translations below)

Publication: July 1, 2025

Kimura Kaiki (Kumade Mashiro)

"When did your audition for Kumade Mashiro take place?"

Kimura: The results arrived around last Fall. The audition itself was even earlier than that, as I did it at the same time as the other members.

"Did you also find out at the same time who the five Gozyugers were going to be?"

Kimura: The only thing I could be told was that I had been chosen. That's why when information was first being officially released, I knew almost nothing, and learned about them at the same time as all the fans. When I found out I was like, "Ah, so these are the five people they decided on. This guy's Red, and that guy's Blue……," but since information on me was still being withheld, I couldn't tell anyone, so I was just secretly excited about it (laughs).

"So then, were you able to communicate with the other Gozyuger members from early on?"

Kimura: We were always together until the final audition, so we were kinda acquainted with each other, but I had virtually zero communication with them up until I entered the set. When I arrived at the set for costume fitting, it felt as if I was saying, "It's been awhile" when I introduced myself to them. I hadn't seen everyone since the final audition, so it had been about 3-4 months. From the time I was informed of my acceptance to the start of filming felt like a very long time, but the time I've spent since I first arrived has really flown by, and it's been very fulfilling.

"The atmosphere on set is also very good, isn't it?"

Kimura: It's natural for everyone to be together, as we get along well. After filming ends, we sometimes go out to eat a meal with those who have free time, and we'll talk all night not only about the production, but also about a variety of other things. Everyone naturally has moments where they trip up on set, but those who have the time to spare will follow up with them, so it's not just that we get along well, but there's also a feeling that we're all in this together. Our relationship is exactly like that of the Gozyugers. I think we're able to work well together, as we maintain a good distance and help each other out, and just like in the show, each and every one of us are aiming to become Number One as actors, so I hope we continue to learn from each other.

"What was your first impression of Kumade Mashiro?"

Kimura: First, I read the script, where I was pretty shocked by how intense his character was (laughs). When I thought that the viewers should be shocked in the same way I was when I read the script, I felt pressure and excitement that "I was going to be playing this kind of role." These two feelings struck me simultaneously. That's why I had been looking forward to my first day for such a long time.

"He demands money immediately and has an unusual personality, so we were alittle worried that children might not like him (laughs)."

Kimura: He's always full of himself and is a rather peculiar character (laughs). The same goes for the fact that he charges money as soon as something happens, but if you're looking at just those scenes alone, his character becomes easily misunderstood. In reality however, he had alot going on in his past, and he's got his reasons for charging money. These parts regarding the, "This is the kind of life he's led, and this is the kind of person he's become" will gradually be explored more. I'm still in the process of understanding him as I perform, so in that sense I'm just like the viewers. I hope to enjoy watching the show with everyone, and am curious to see their reactions. And then on the flip side, I'm reading the script while thinking about how to show off Kumade Mashiro's cute side. For example, there's a scene in episode 17 where he's very kind to a child, and in episode 19, he eats honey in a way where he looks incredibly satisfied. Just being able to get the message across that he loves honey is amusing, and I try to be conscious of acting in a way that contrasts his character when expressing aspects like that.

"His costume is also pretty distinct."

Kimura: I thought, "This is new" when I was flapping his flashy coat around (laughs). To be honest, coats like these tend to wrinkle quite easily, so I have to be very careful when wearing it on set.

"What do you particularly like about your character?"

Kimura: Well……I guess it'd be that I can't immediately grasp what he's thinking. Kumade Mashiro has a unique and considerate way of thinking that normal people can't understand, and I think that's deep. He's also incredibly big hearted and open minded, and that's something I'd like to emulate as an actor. And, it's also interesting seeing how he can instantly detect the emotions and situation concerning the person in front of him. There's a scene where he immediately notices that Hoeru's losing hope, and it's because he has this ability to sense other people's emotions that he notices things faster than anyone else, and acts with a different thought process than other people. I like that about him too.

"He's a mysterious character who can tell when Kuon's getting impatient, is able to read people, and seems to be able to see through everything."

Kimura: I'm playing the role while thinking that these are abilities unique to him, but if he could see everything at a glance, like it was some kind of special ability, I feel like that wouldn't be as interesting as it sounds. That's why, and ultimately this is just my own interpretation, but……I think he can somehow sense the "direction" of people's emotions. I can't really explain it in detail, but I think he gets alot of information just from the way someone looks and behaves, where it's like, "You're a hairdresser, aren't you?"……is what I think it feels like.

"He's positioned to shake things up within the story, including the future outcome of the battle for the rings."

Kimura: He won the previous ring battle, so that's where he's got an advantage. Mashiro uses his rings in different ways, and he's not afraid of doing things that'll make you wonder, "Is it really okay to be using them like that?," as it seems like he's following his own rule book. These differences between Mashiro and the other participants are part of his charm, so I hope fans will enjoy those aspects of him as well. In a good way, I want to betray your expectations of Mashiro, including his unexpected side, and I myself want to become excited over what Mashiro says and does. I'd like to enjoy the unpredictability that only Mashiro possesses together with everyone.

"Listening to what you've been saying, it feels like you're able to comprehend Mashiro very well, but have you faced any challenges while performing?"

Kimura: I have, that being that my personality is the complete opposite of Kumade Mashiro's (laughs). For example, Mashiro's a character who's usually very "bear like," so I can't help but become abit aggressive when I'm doing post recording. However, that alone didn't make him sound "godly," so I've been struggling to find the right balance. I initially struggled with finding the right balance between doing things gracefully and not being too godly.

"What was your first impression of GozyuPolar's design?"

Kimura: I couldn't figure out what color he'd be just from the name "GozyuPolar," so before I saw the design of the suit, the color was my first concern. When I looked at the design, I saw a white hero, which made alot of sense since he's Kumade Ma"shiro" and the coat he wears is also white. I was honestly overwhelmed by how cool he looked. After all, I'm the only person in the world who can transform into GozyuPolar. When I think about it like that, I feel really happy.

"What about GozyuPolar's Suit Actor Nakata Yuji-san?"

Kimura: He's simply the coolest (laughs). I was able to observe how Nakata-san performed on set, and he was truly amazing. I was observing while thinking about how I'd perform during post recording, but he really looks just like Kumade Mashiro. Basically, he fights using a boxing style, and when the moment is right, he unleashes his flashy moves……it's like that. I thought, "Nakata-san, you're so cool!" (laughs).

"What do you talk about on set?"

Kimura: Nakata-san told me, "Don't be hesitant about creating Mashiro's character, it's good if you go all out," but that's one of the things I'm really struggling with right now. I'd like to steadily build up my skills while receiving a variety of advice from Nakata-san on how to draw out more of Kumade Mashiro's personality.

"By the way, who came up with the transformation pose?"

Kimura: During filming of my first transformation, Action Director Fukuzawa-san was able to come up with the movements on the spot. Ultimately, the transformation is performed by pressing the button on the tip of Goodeburn's fist, so I was asked to think about the sequence of events from setting the ring to pressing the button. We worked together to finalize the plan, while also taking into consideration how to make it easy for children to imitate.

"Polar's so strong, that it seems like he could take down Tega Sword unarmed."

Kimura: There's a scene in episode 16 where Goodeburn's punch was stopped by GozyuPolar, which was also amazing. Polar's activities in that episode were really exciting, and it was so cool and moving to watch. While Mashiro's a character who says some complicated things, it'd make me happy if the first thing children honestly felt about him were, "So cool! So strong!"

"Have you met KENN-san, BearKuma50 and Goodeburn's Voice Actor?"

Kimura: One time, I had the opportunity to do my recording session before KENN-san did his, so it was the perfect time to greet him. I was able to observe KENN-san's recording and introduce myself to him afterwards, but I was grateful for the advice he gave me on doing the recording. In reality, it's like the positions Kumade and BearKuma hold are reversed (laughs). He's my senior after all, what's more, he's playing a double role with BearKuma and Goodeburn, so he's an incredible person.

"Since Mashiro works alone, BearKuma and Goodeburn are also valuable friends."

Kimura: They're his only friends and partners, aren't they? The relationship between BearKuma and Mashiro is gradually becoming clearer, and I'm eager for many more interesting interactions between the two of them in the future.

"What else do you hope for Kumade Mashiro's character at this point?"

Kimura: I hope that he'll carry out his ultimate goal of collecting all the rings and dying them in his own colors, and becoming a god that'll surpass Tega Sword. I personally believe that it's malicious to think otherwise. Still, what'll happen in the future, including the final showdown with the other Gozyugers, is really uncertain. If you start thinking about what "being Number One even means," then there's no end to it. That's why I have the same perspective as the viewers, and am really looking forward to it.

"What's your impression of Gozyuger's production as a whole?"

Kimura: I like that all of the Gozyugers have their reason for transforming and fighting. They're all aiming to become Number One, but have different courses of action, and I really like the fact that they all have pride in being outcasts. They also pilot Tega Sword one at a time. While normally everyone just does what they want in order to collect the rings for themselves, when No One's shows up, they try to save people, which I think is good. There are moments like that where they turn to face the same direction, and only in those moments do the five of them become Gozyuger. They're all acting for their own personal motives, and yet they join forces as the Gozyugers when necessary, so I like their spirit. Furthermore, I'm truly grateful to have joined such a messed up group of warriors as the strongest additional member. I'll do my best to become the most supreme being!

"Finally, please tell us some future highlights."

Kimura: Kumade Mashiro was the former contract holder of Wolf's ring, and who at one time experienced victory in the battle for the rings. I'm sure that he must've had some Gozyuger companions at that time, and in that sense, he's already experienced what Hoeru and his friends will experience in the future. This is why there's a gap between his way of thinking and Hoeru and the others, and there's dialog that only Mashiro can say. If you rewatch later on, you may discover deeper meanings hidden within his lines. I'm playing Mashiro with the belief that each and every line holds meaning, so I think you'll enjoy him even more if you take his various words and actions into consideration, and think about Kumade Mashiro's character together with me!

Karuma (Kuon)

"First, we'd like to hear how you got involved, but did you attend an audition?"

Karuma: I received a direct offer. I think it was late last Summer, when auditions for the five main actors had yet to begin. Along with the role I was set to play, his name hadn't been decided on yet.

"It was still quite early in development, huh?"

Karuma: That's right. They didn't have a name for my character yet, neither did they have the "older brother of the main character" setup, so all I had was "something like this" for my character's position and the title being "Gozyuger." From there, information was gradually added and updated.

"We think it's unusual to receive an offer so quickly for a character who's not on the leading actor's side, but we're sure they were enthusiastic about asking Karuma-san to play the role."

Karuma: I'd be happy if that's how it went. It seems that they watched a drama I was in, which was the catalyst to request me. When I was first approached, the only material they had was a 3D design of Garyudo. When my agency called me and told me that "this kind of job had come in," that was the only design they showed me, but after discussing various things with Producer Matsuura and the staff at a later date, it was decided that I'd be appearing.

"What was your first impression of Garyudo's design?"

Karuma: The moment I saw it I thought, "Huh? It's not Super Sentai, but Kamen Rider?" (laughs). I had only heard a summary of it over the phone, so I thought maybe I had misheard.

"That's true, when it comes to Sentai heroes, you'd likely imagine simpler designs."

Karuma: Yes. Or in the case of villains, I imagined he'd be more monstrous. However, when I saw it, it was so stylish and cool that I thought, "Which is it?" I didn't even really know what kind of position my character held, and initially it was unclear if he was an enemy or an ally. After that, I was shown materials alittle at a time, and while I was in the process of confirming some points that were still unclear to me, I had heard that auditions had started. By that time, I had received the news that I was "Hoeru's older brother," so I was really looking forward to seeing who'd be playing the role of my younger brother.

"By the way, do you have a favorite tokusatsu hero from when you were a child?"

Karuma: I started watching right around the time the Heisei Kamen Rider series began. For Rider, it'd be "Kuuga," "Agito," and "Ryuki," and for Super Sentai, "Gaoranger," "Hurricaneger" and "Abaranger" were without a doubt my favorites, and I also had a variety of the toys. I've always liked rival, warrior like characters since those days. I admire characters who are in the position of being the secondary Rider or dark heroes. Like Gills from Agito and AbareKiller from Abaranger.

"In that sense, this role was a perfect offer."

Karuma: I never thought that I'd be asked to be apart of the Super Sentai series, so I was happy, but it gave me a strange feeling at first. I also wondered, "Is it okay that it's me?"

"We think you must've had some anxiety at the time you entered filming."

Karuma: Even though I was the first one to be cast, I only joined in on filming somewhat into the show, so I was very nervous. Also, this is my first time participating in a tokusatsu program, a genre with such a long history, so I felt pressured. It's also the Super Sentai production commemorating the 50th anniversary.

"How did you feel when you actually saw Garyudo after the transformation?"

Karuma: First off, the transformation scene is incredibly cool. The way battles were depicted at the time of his first appearance were also the strongest, and it made me think, "Is it alright for him to be this strong at this point?" We still have a long way to go, so I worried that everyone would get used to that strength (laughs). And then, it's interesting that he uses previous Reds by turning them into his weapons during battle. I thought it was a new idea to not only summon past warriors, but to then use them as weapons.

"The impact of your first appearance was intense. We could see that your character had already been refined."

Karuma: Thank you. The fact that I received a direct offer rather than an audition suggests that they thought I had some kind of appeal that only I could give, so if that were the case, I thought I should clearly show off that appeal from the start so that everyone could see it. As an actor, I was called to play a stimulating character who, in a way, would stir up trouble for those around him, so I didn't hold back……and from the very beginning, I wanted to do something that would make the children who watched me cry. That's why even after I was cast as Kuon in this, I challenged myself to not watch any other Sentai production. I wanted to create a character that had never been seen before, and I wanted him to be scary even for adults. Also, when I read the script, I felt that including the Buraidans, there were "alot of beloved characters." Considering that this is a production that'll continue for a whole year, it's definitely good to have some characters that'll attract hatred. That's why I thought that Kuon should be in a position where he's not simply scary, but very clearly the enemy.

"He's been an incredibly unpleasant guy since the very beginning, and for a variety of reasons, we wondered if you'd be okay (laughs)."

Karuma: It's alright. As long as I'm the one bearing the hate, It's completely fine (laughs).

"We were also curious to see how children would react."

Karuma: To be honest, I too had some hesitation in that regard. I of course don't want children to dislike me, and even the vibes on set were initially like, "Is this really appropriate for a children's program……?" (laughs). However, if Kuon wasn't scary, I think Gozyuger's story probably wouldn't be as exciting as it is now. There's plenty of other appealing characters, but I thought that Kuon should always have that sort of position within the story, and I hope that in comparison to Kuon, the other characters will come off as more appealing. I also think that if I continue to play a consistently evil role, the amount of people who'll end up liking Kuon will gradually increase. That's why especially in the very beginning, I calculated that "even an overly big impact would be just fine." By the way, I'm grateful to hear that Kuon's acrylic stand apparently sold out first (laughs).

"What's also impressive is that despite the other characters being highly energetic, there are many scenes in which you perform while staying calm."

Karuma: When I was first approached about the role, I asked the Producer, "Can I seriously act in a way that'll scare people?" Although my performance of Kuon is based on staying focused, I wanted to tone down my usual energy levels in order to convey how scary he is when I have to get into it. It feels like there's definitely something going on behind the scenes, but you can never tell what he's normally thinking about, so I thought that if I go all out with excitement during crucial moments, it would come off as lively but also terrifying. In that sense, everyone around me is basically putting on a strong performance, so I always try not to be influenced by them. Especially for Fire Candle's Sanbongi-san, he always has a smile on his face that radiates like the sun (laughs), so I have a hard time trying not to get pulled along in the scenes we share together. I was aware that Kuon was going to go on a rampage in episode 15, so up until then, I was playing the role while thinking about building up frustration inside me and then exploding.

"As the broadcast continues, the story has begun to take off in a big way, but has your impression of the production changed in any way?"

Karuma: In a good way, I think the very beginning was chaotic. Still, I feel that Kuon's appearance set the direction of the story and shaped the production, and I believed that it was my mission. The main characters are now all on the same page, and as of late, I think the excitement of "what's going to happen from now on?" has been steadily increasing.

"When Kuon appeared, there was a feeling that the weight of the show shifted dramatically from comical to serious. In a sense, Kuon is at the center of this work."

Karuma: At the moment, he's on Buraidan side because the Queen has absolute trust in him, but I feel that he's in a complicated position, where he's not strictly on the Buraidan or Gozyuger side. I believe that this unrest will give rise to a serious situation.

"Do you have many scenes with the Buraidan team during filming?"

Karuma: There's about a fifty fifty chance of my scenes involving me talking with either the Buraidans or Gozyugers, but right now, filming itself has been slow, so I have the feeling of, "I guess the next time I'll see everyone will be in a month or two." There's no characters who act like my partner or that's always with me in the main story, so there isn't anyone in particular that I often work with……

"Are you stuck in this complex position on the set……?"

Karuma: No, no, it's not like that at all (laughs). I'm not shy at all, and am always talking on set. Every time I go I'm like, "It's been awhile!," where it almost feels like Summer vacation just ended and it's my first day of the second semester. There've been a few times where if everyone's available after filming finishes, we'll all go out for a meal together. I still haven't had that many opportunities since the timing of my return doesn't often match up with everyone else's schedules. Still, I enjoy every visit to Toei's film studio since I often get to meet people who've helped me out in the past and people I've worked together with at other jobs.

"As for Kuon's story, his relationship with his younger brother Hoeru will be an important point in the future developments."

Karuma: That's right. There are still things from his past that haven't been revealed, such as what happened in the No One World, and there are things that I myself haven't been told yet, so I'm looking forward to seeing what comes next. I feel that Kuon's very existence is a major foreshadowing for Gozyuger's entire story. Personally, I play the role with the thought that, "Kuon has his own sense of justice." Even if it doesn't appear that way at first glance, he's doing the right thing in his own way, it's just that his perspective and position are different from the other characters. Still, I don't know if that sense of justice will be shared by the Gozyugers, which is why I don't have even a single millimeter of hope that a development will occur where he'll become friends with the Gozyugers, and I'm fine with him remaining an enemy until the very end. I don't know what'll happen in the future, but I think the only thing I can do now is to believe in Kuon.

"That type of acting may be one of the fun aspects of a drama that lasts for a year."

Karuma: That's right. Besides, since he's not a regular character who appears every week, I think it's important to "not get used to Kuon." Instead of becoming a predictable character, I think it'd be more enjoyable if he appears every once in awhile so that people will think, "Uwah, he's here!"

"By the way, do you have any plans to try out some untransformed action scenes in the future?"

Karuma: I haven't done that much in this production yet, but I've always loved action. Right now Kuon doesn't seem to be moving around that much, partly because Garyudo's way too strong, but personally, I've been working on a series of action filled productions since last year, so I'd love to try my hand at it if the opportunity arises.

"And now finally, please give a message to our readers."

Karuma: I think the "flavor" of Kuon's character is gradually being conveyed (laughs), but I believe that people can view the battle scenes and drama parts in a variety of different ways, so it'd make me happy if you enjoy Gozyuger like that, and continue to love Kuon.

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What We Keep | All The Ways We Stay

Tyrrendor Week Masterlist

Summary: On an ordinary afternoon in Aretia, a ruined batch of tarts and a quiet engagement ceremony become memories the Tyrrish children will carry for the rest of their lives. From Bodhi's memory in Bloodline 4.

Note: For Tyrrendor Week Day 3: Culture - @empyreanevents. I am totally using tyrrendor week as an excuse to post these ATWWS one shots.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1k

The tarts were a disaster, and no one had the heart to say it.

Calia Durran stood proudly in the center of the kitchen, holding up the tray like it was something to behold. A dozen slightly burnt apple tarts—misshapen, heavy on the rosemary, and suspiciously sticky—steamed in the late afternoon sun.

“They smell… interesting,” Garrick offered carefully, nudging Bodhi with his elbow.

“They smell like burnt regret,” Bodhi muttered.

Xaden remained stone-faced as Calia placed one on his plate. Wrenley, as always, was the first to reach for hers.

“I’m sure they taste amazing,” she said, biting in with a smile so warm it could have melted the ash-blackened crust. She winced barely—but only Bodhi noticed. “The best thing I’ve ever tasted,” she declared with wide eyes.

Calia lit up, radiant as the spring sky. “Oh, Wren, you’re too sweet.”

Bodhi’s chest ached. Not because the tart was awful—though it absolutely was—but because of that look on his mother’s face. Like she believed it. Like Wren’s words had made her week.

He took a bite of his own and chewed with all the resolve of a soldier in training.

Across from him, Xaden made brief eye contact and gave a barely perceptible nod: solidarity. Garrick immediately tossed his overripe mistake out the window the second Calia’s back was turned.

She bustled toward the sink, humming under her breath. Bodhi set his fork down, wiping his hands as the front door opened.

“Ready?” his father asked, stepping into the kitchen. His sleeves were rolled up, his short beard neatly trimmed, and a familiar glint of warmth in his eyes.

“For what?” Garrick asked, mouth still full of water he’d chugged to recover.

“There’s an engagement blessing ceremony in town this evening. I thought we’d attend.”

Wren’s face lit up instantly. “Really?”

Bodhi’s father gave her a fond smile. “Really. You’ve all heard about a dozen of them by now, but I figured it was time to explain it properly. Let you feel it.”

“Do I have to wear something fancy?” Garrick grimaced.

“You can, but no one’s obligated to look good in a blessing. Just be respectful.”

They set off not long after, walking down a winding stone path that led from the Durrans’ home toward the main square at the edge of Aretia. The village glowed in the gold haze of evening. Flags hung between trees, warm lanterns casting soft light against walls.

They arrived at the edge of the square just as the drums began.

Soft, steady—like a heartbeat—thudding from somewhere on the outskirts of the crowd. Everyone quieted instantly, turning toward the woven arch assembled at the center of the clearing. It was made of twisted branches from flamewood trees, their black bark gleaming with ash-colored shimmer, bound by crimson cloth knotted in loops of three. Red for commitment. Three for the past, present, and future.

Bodhi had seen it before—dozens of times. The traditions weren’t flashy or loud like Navarri celebrations, or as formal as Poromish courtships. They were simple. Grounded. Human.

Beside him, Wren craned forward, drawn to every motion. Her hands curled in front of her like she didn’t want to miss a single detail. Her eyes were wide in the way they got when she read something beautiful—like she was trying to etch it into memory.

The couple stood opposite each other beneath the arch, barefoot in the dirt. No flowers. No jewelry. Just a shared silk cord, dyed a color they felt represented them, passed between their hands as an elder wound it three times around their joined palms.

“The joining cord is Tyrrish silk,” Bodhi’s father whispered to the group as they watched, reverent. “Woven by both families together in the weeks before the blessing. It’s said to hold the breath of everyone who was important in their lives.”

“That’s… beautiful,” Wren whispered back, her voice barely audible over the hush.

“It’s a reminder,” his father continued, “that every promise made between two people ripples outward. Through community. Through legacy. Through time.”

The elder spoke next—not from a script, but from memory. The blessing was passed down orally, adjusted over time but never written. It began with acknowledgment of the family lines, tracing back at least three generations for each partner. Then it honored the sacrifices of ancestors. Then finally, the joining itself:

"You do not walk alone into the dark. You carry the flame of those before you and light the path for those who will come after. What you build will matter—not just in the warmth it gives, but in the stories it leaves behind."

Wren’s breath hitched, and Bodhi turned slightly to look at her. Her eyes shimmered—not with tears, not quite. But with something close to longing. Maybe hope.

Xaden was already looking at her. The lines of his face soft, unguarded in a way Bodhi rarely saw. Wren glanced up and met his gaze.

“I want that,” she whispered, voice like ash and wind and wonder.

Xaden’s answer was quiet, but firm. “I’ll make sure it.” It was whispered into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

That was the moment Bodhi knew. Not just that they were in love—but that they would last. That the string of fate had already knotted them together, invisible and absolute.

And still—he wished, for the barest second, that she had looked at him like that. Just once. But she hadn’t. She never would.

So he turned away and focused on the elder again, whose hands now lifted the joining cord from the couple’s palms and held it high above their heads.

“This knot is yours to keep,” the elder declared. “Not to bind—but to remind.”

The crowd broke into soft applause. Not loud—never loud. A Tyrrish blessing wasn’t about spectacle. It was about grounding love in place, in tradition, in the bones of the land and the roots of the people.

As the couple stepped up and embraced, Wren exhaled, eyes bright as she clutched Bodhi’s sleeve.

“Do you think they’ll remember that moment forever?”

Bodhi nodded. “I think that’s the whole point.”

Behind them, Garrick elbowed Xaden. “You better figure out how to braid silk.”

Xaden just looked at Wren again—quietly, like she was already his promise made flesh.

And Bodhi looked at the knot in the elder’s hands, wondering how something so small could hold so much.

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[nemo-in-wonderland]

Did you remember when I mentioned that I had started another redraw of a scene from a tvseries that I adore, and that it would have a Raphael particularly sweet and kind toward his future step-mother???

WELL.

I have the whole storyboard/layout ready, now I just need to do the preliminary sketches and then the definitive sketches (because no, I am not going to lineart and colour this whole thing. it has 5 pages, and I still want to keep my eyesight intact lololol).

IT HAS ANGST, SO BE WARNED.

But considering the time period when this particular moment would happen, between Raphael and Aranea, I think the angst is warranted.

SEND ME ALL ENERGIES SO THAT I CAN FINISH THIS BLOODY THING LOLOLOL

--Nemo

[yellowjackets-1996]

(do you love me like that?) you're a reckless driver (I'm a reckless driver) and one day it will kill us if I —

[hiraganasakura]

Hi so me being me I've decided to hyperanalyze the conversation Qrow and Raven had in Higanbana practically line by line bcus I have Many Thoughts and this is the best way I can think of to get them all out. If you can't tell I'm absolutely obsessed with these two. Btw.

Thanks to the RWBY wiki for providing transcripts for every episode, otherwise I definitely would have missed smth despite having just watched this scene recently lol

I put it under the read more for easier scrolling due to how long this post got!

I immediately noticed smth in the very first lines of the interaction:

Raven: "Hello, brother." Qrow: "...Raven."

You'll notice throughout the whole conversation that Raven never calls Qrow by his name, only condescendingly referring to him as "brother" this one time and never calling him anything else. Meanwhile, Qrow directly refers to Raven a total of three times throughout the conversation, and only one doesn't call Raven by her name (which we'll get to shortly)

On the other hand, Qrow doesn't bother with even so much as a greeting beyond simply stating Raven's name

It's different ways of communicating their distance. While Raven holds her relationship with Qrow over his head — never once, even outside of this scene, does she call him "brother" with affection iirc, only derision and condescension — Qrow doesn't seem to rly know how to greet her. He hesitates before saying her name and approaching her, as if trying to assess the situation before acting

Qrow: "So, what do you want?" Raven: "A girl can't just catch up with her family?" Qrow: "She can, but you're not. Now how 'bout we get on with it? Unless you plan on keeping these [drinks] comin'."

Again, Raven seems to bring up her familial ties with Qrow as a tactic to get him to do what she wants — in this case, stick around to talk to her despite him not seeming to rly want to. Frankly, it feels manipulative. We're gonna put a pin in this for now and come back to it in just a moment

Additionally, Qrow already knows that Raven's not just here for a friendly chat between two siblings, and sees right thru her facade that it is. Raven is here bcus she wants smth from him. But interestingly, it is Raven in V5 that says, in an almost frustrated/disappointed tone, "Family. Only coming around when they need something." There's another pin; keep both in mind

Raven: "Does she have it?" Qrow: "...Did you know Yang lost her arm?" Raven: "That's not—" Qrow: "Rhetorical question, I know you know. It's just obnoxious that you'd bring up family and then carry on like your own daughter doesn't exist." Raven: "I saved her." Qrow: "Once. Because that was your rule, right? Real 'Mom of the Year' material, sis."

Qrow dodges Raven's question about the Relic and instead brings up her hypocrisy in how she treats family. And it's a good point. Here she is lording her siblingship with Qrow over his head while simultaneously defending and upholding her rule that she is only obligated to help her own daughter a single time. Another pinpoint on our little conspiracy board

Also, here's the one time in this conversation Qrow refers to Raven as "sis". Like Raven's use of "brother", Qrow's use of "sis" is very pointed and with intent. But it's not to manipulate Raven, it's a snarky jab meant to rly hammer home Qrow's point

Raven: "I told you Beacon would fall, and it did. I told you Ozpin would fail, and he has. Now you tell me. Does. Salem. Have it?" Qrow: "I thought you weren't interested in all of that." Raven: "I just want to know what we are up against." Qrow: "And which 'we' are you referring to?"

A few things of note here. At some point in the past, Raven expressed an outright disinterest in Ozpin's inner circle, at least to Qrow. Qrow also feels excluded in the "we" Raven mentions being against Salem. To me, there seems to be a distinct possibility here that it wasn't that Raven felt personally disinterested in Ozpin's operations, but that she somehow felt excluded and feigned a lack of interest in order to protect herself. An idea that is further supported in my eyes by the following dialogue:

Qrow: "You should come back, Raven. The only way we'd beat her is by working together. All of us." Raven: "You're the one who left. The tribe raised us, and you turned your back on them." Qrow: "They were killers and thieves." Raven: "They were your family." Qrow: "You have a very skewed perception of that word."

And there it is. Raven's problem is laid out here for us, loud and clear: She feels like she was the one abandoned, not the one running away. She says it outright! "You're the one who left." To her, Qrow is the traitor, the one who left their family behind. If you ask Qrow (or, for that matter, Tai, Yang, and even Summer based on the scene in V9), it's the opposite

Bcus they have different definitions of family

Another thing to pin (I promise this will all become clear soon)

Raven: "I lead our people now. And as leader, I will do everything in my power to ensure our survival." Qrow: "I saw. The people of Shion saw, too." Raven: "The weak die. The strong live. Those are the rules." Qrow: "Well, you've certainly got someone strong on your side. I've seen the damage." Raven: "We couldn't have known the Grimm would set in as quickly as they did." Qrow: "I'm not talking about the Grimm. And I'm not talking about you, either."

Notice Raven's shift from "the tribe" to "our people". More of that guilt tripping!

Additionally, Raven is *obsessed* with rules. One save. The weak die, the strong live. Raven lives and breathes rules, even seemingly arbitrary ones. Guess what this is? Another pin!

Raven: "If you don't know where the Relic is, then we have nothing left to talk about." Qrow: "I don't know where the Spring Maiden is, either, but if you do, I need you to tell me." Raven: "And why would I do that?" Qrow: "Because without her, we're all going to die." Raven: "...And which 'we' are you referring to?"

Qrow's "either" here implies that he also doesn't know where the Crown of Choice is, which is... interesting. He's one of Ozpin's closest lieutenants, and is in the dark on where Beacon's Relic is? Wherever it is, it is such a closely kept secret that even Ozpin's best spy doesn't know where it is (maybe so that in the event Qrow gets captured by Salem he can't be forced into giving her the information?)

Meanwhile, Raven's "And why would I [tell you]?" implies that she does know who the Spring Maiden is (obviously. Raven's the Spring Maiden lol) but refuses to disclose to Qrow

A lantern sputters out after Qrow says "Without [Spring] we're all going to die." Now, I genuinely can't remember if this is headcanon or canon, but iirc Misfortune seems to act up when Qrow's upset. He's clearly tired of this little game of dancing around topics that Raven's been playing with him

And once again, Raven indicates a feeling of exclusion from Qrow's life in the iconic final line. She gets the final word in before leaving

We've finally reached the end of the conversation. Now what does all of this tell us?

And here is where all of those pins I wrote down are relevant. As I mentioned, the twins view family very differently

Qrow's view is pretty obvious: he views family as the ppl in his life who matter most to him. Unlike Raven, he does not view the tribe as family despite the fact that they raised him, disgustedly referring to them as "killers and thieves". It's implied that he was, in fact, neglected and/or likely abused by the Branwen tribe, saying in V6C4, "No one wanted me... I was cursed..." further explaining his distaste for them. Furthermore, despite not being related to Ruby by blood, they clearly consider one another family throughout the series, and he even seems closer to her than he seems to his niece who's actually blood related to him (I personally headcanon that he keeps more of a distance from Yang bcus she reminds him too much of Raven, who he feels abandoned and hurt by, but that's neither here nor there). Bloodlines and debts are secondary compared to loyalty, if they're considered at all. He is obviously furious that Raven only insists on saving Yang once and never directly interacting with her beyond that, despite Raven constantly guilting Qrow over abandoning his so-called "family" of the tribe. And yet. And yet. He still offers Raven a place back in his life, even if only to unite against Salem

Raven's view, to me, has been an enigma for a while. But after hyperanalyzing this conversation, after noting down all of those points of interest, I feel like I've finally cracked the code. Raven views family as an obligation, an exchange that always has an ulterior motive behind it. She seeks out Qrow only bcus she desires smth from him despite showing distaste when someone does the same to her; condescendingly calls Qrow "brother" more than his actual name and calls the tribe their "family" to try guilting him into doing what she wants; and feels fierce loyalty to the tribe but barely interacts with her daughter, only seeming to count one of the two as true family. She views the concept of family with cynicism and seems to feel an obligation to the tribe, as if she "owes" them for raising her

I think the two's perceptions of what defines family are all to do with the way the tribe treated both of them. This crosses a bit into headcanon territory, but as you can see by the above quotes and analysis, I rly don't think I'm just making it up entirely

As I already mentioned, I think it's implied that the Branwen tribe neglected/abused Qrow. In fact, we could probably blame their treatment of him for the deep self-loathing he has due to his "cursed" Semblance. But what about Raven?

Well, it's simple: I think she was abused, too, just in a different way. While Qrow was likely shown and told on a consistent basis that he was unwanted, unloved, undeserving of good things, Raven may have been shown and told she was wanted, loved, and deserving of good things... if she did what the tribe told her. If she repaid them for raising her and her brother, for being her "family". The way she uses her familial ties with Qrow as almost blackmail may be exactly the way the tribe treated her. Her obsession with following rules may stem from the fact that she had to follow the rules the tribe set for her in order to be accepted and deemed worth smth

As for her distance from Yang... honestly, I wonder if Raven is aware that Yang deserves better and keeps her distance as her way of doing that. When Summer confronts Raven in the V9 scene, Raven says, "...You're better at that life. Better than I was." She seems to have a fear and insecurity about being a good family member, a good mother, and maybe that's why she fled. Maybe she was scared of being like her abusers due to how she emulates them as a self-preservation tactic in so many other ways. Not entirely sure about this point tho

And I think too this is why the twins don't rly understand one another. They may have been unaware of the different ways in which the other was treated. Qrow, constantly unwanted and loathed, can't understand why Raven sticks around with the tribe; Raven, who obeyed the tribe and, in doing so, garnered enough of their favor to even eventually become leader, can't understand why Qrow can't just be "good", earn respect, and stay

This dissonance between the two experiences may also be completely intentional on the part of the tribe; abusers will often eliminate their targets' support systems in order to make them completely reliant on the abuser, so it's highly likely that the wedge was intentionally driven between the two siblings so that they could not find support in one another. This would also tie into why the twins seem to feel excluded from one another's lives and abandoned by one another: bcus they were made to feel that way by their common abusers, and did nothing to challenge these assumptions bcus they saw no reason to — and only seemed to keep proving one another right if they did

Which rly has some disturbing implications about how the Branwen tribe works. Like, do they just pick orphaned kids up off the street and abuse them into being perfect little bandits, molded to be of the greatest possible use and discarded if they're deemed worthless? Plus Qrow says his Semblance is how he got his name, which implies that the tribe also renames the kids they scoop up (possibly as a form of control or a way to make sure they can't be tracked down by any remaining family)? Plus there's the whole thing where Qrow and Raven were originally sent to Beacon to learn how to kill Huntsmen, which carries with it the implication that the Branwen tribe grooms literal orphan children into becoming stone-hearted murderers? What. The heck.

And if I'm right, if the Branwen tribe is that severely abusive, then like... wow, no wonder Qrow and Raven are Like That. They're both very deeply hurt people expressing it in different ways

I was considering adding their conversation at the Battle of Haven to this post, but I think that would be better as its own thing. Also I haven't gotten there on my rewatch yet so I may miss some details if I try to analyze it rn; it's better to wait overall methinks

But I have reached the point of my rewatch where we see Weiss and Whitley interact, and I think it would be very efficient to sum up what Qrow and Raven's relationship seems to be by using those siblings as a point of reference. Qrow = Weiss, actively trying to break free from and fight back against their abusers in different ways, while Raven = Whitley, continuing to do as their abusers want and have wanted as a method of self-preservation. Only, unlike Weiss and Whitley, Qrow and Raven have yet to come to a point where they can understand one another. I think that's a good way to briefly summarize the uh. Absolutely massive post this is.

In conclusion, I may have cracked the majority of the Branwen twins' pre-Beacon backstory purely by hyperanalyzing a single conversation. Oopsies

[mazojo]

Tower of God anime they will never make me hate you

[plantenjoyer]

I SWEAR I KEEP TRYING TO DO ART BUT THEN SOMETHING GETS IN THE WAY AND THEN I PROCRASTINATE AND THEN SIX MONTHS PASS

[dangoulains-devotion]

every time I have to wade through inane ship wars where people are willfully ignorant to the depth and facets of cloud strife's character, circumstance, and story just so I can find some cool screenshots or fanart my 'cloud is ace' agenda simply grows more potent out of spite

[starpens]

୨୧ㅤִㅤׄ COUGH SYRUP ― GOJO SATORU.

satoru is a bit of an idiot who will do anything to get you to speak to him after an argument.

𓈒 ݁ ₊ content ﾉ fem reader, clingy satoru, established relationship, mild argument, fluff, not proofread, randomly started missing my boy :( <3

satoru can’t function when you’re upset with him. 

he knows he should be an adult about it — he is an adult, after all. he should give you space, let you simmer down. most people do not do things such as send one hundred and fifty text messages (he counted each of ‘em; you left him on read one hundred and fifty two times. who does that?) to your phone while you’re in the middle of grocery shopping and they most definitely do not take a sick day because their significant other is mad at them. 

 but then again, satoru isn’t like most people. 

which is why he’s currently sprawled out on the sofa in the middle of the day, wrapped in your favorite throw blanket — one that still smells faintly of your perfume. tissues litter the coffee table and floor around him, an unconvincing movie set of misery. call him manipulative, but it’s the only thing he’s got left in the tank since, for the last seventy-two hours, you haven’t spoken more than five words in a sentence to him. 

you’re his main source of enrichment, his brain stimulated by your sweet kisses and good loving so when you take that away, you’re stripping away his heart and soul. he’s got nothing left. he might as well die.  

in satoru’s brain, he figures that surely, if he’s coughing up a lung, you’ll feel bad for him and start talking to him again. in sickness and in health, right? 

by the time you walk through the front door after making a quick run to the supermarket for groceries, he’s in full performance mode, clutching his stomach with a groan. 

the sound is so realistic that you feel a sudden stab of worry, wondering if he’s injured. rushing into the living room, you find all six foot three of your boyfriend balled up on the sofa, looking like walking death. 

or trying to, anyway. 

“satoru?” you ask, eyebrows arching as you set your grocery bags down on the floor, taking out your phone and glancing at the time on the lockscreen. “why are you home? it’s eleven am.” 

“baby,” he groans pitfully, looking up at you. his glacier blue eyes are red rimmed and shimmering suspiciously — like he squeezed them shut repeatedly until he got the desired effect. satoru sniffles for good measure, huddling into the blanket. “i’m sick,” he announces, his lower lip wobbling, dragging out the last syllable like it physically hurts him to say it. 

“sick? you seemed fine when i left this morning,” you say, taking a step forward. you reach out a hand, pushing back his wintery locks to check for a fever. his skin feels normal, cool to touch even. your eyes narrow. you’re dubious — satoru never gets sick, yet it is his favorite act whenever he’s in the doghouse and wants attention. that, and he’s a terrible actor. you purse your lips, irritated. this is what he does instead of just apologizing? 

“i wasn’t fine emotionally,” satoru whines back. “i’m heartbroken here. it’s debilitating my health rapidly.” 

your expression doesn’t budge and satoru’s pout deepens when he realizes you’re not buying it. he clutches the blanket tighter around his big body, exaggerating a shiver for good measure. “you’re my life force, angel. my happiness. my —”

“stop it,” you interrupt and hold up a hand, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. you’re mad at him — you are. “but let me get this straight. you called out of work because i wasn’t talking to you?” 

“it was a medical emergency. do you have any idea what it’s like to go hours without hearing you voice?! without seeing you smile at me? you wouldn’t even let me use your body wash last night so we could share the same scent. i barely survived the night. any longer and i’d be a goner,” he sighs dramatically, then remembers he’s supposed to be on his last leg and hacks, phlegm rattling in his throat. 

“you’re obsessed,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to hold firm. but your damned heart has selective memory and it is making an appearance again, rapidly forgetting why you’re still mad at him. oh, you had a right to be upset over what he did, but it seems insignificant now when he’s in front of you, groveling like a servant at a throne. 

“angel, come on,” he presses, sitting up on the sofa and reaching for your hand, hurt flashing bright across his eyes when you step out of range. if you let him pull you down on that sofa with him, he’ll sweet talk his way into you forgiving him without consequences. he’ll do that anyway, but you won’t make it easy for him. “i’ll do anything to make it right.” 

“don’t angel me. you can’t just manipulate me into forgiving you with your big pretty eyes,” you wag your finger at him. “i bet you don’t even know what you did.” 

“i know, but it’s working, ain’t it?” he grins, shamelessly dropping the congested tone in his voice. “and i know what i did,” he scoffs. “you’re mad at me about that thing.” 

yes, that thing.

two nights ago, your body pillow — your very expensive, weighted body pillow which happened to have a giant render of your boyfriend on it, went missing. you’d commissioned it to have something to cuddle with on those nights when satoru is away on business and you miss him in your shared bed an unhealthy amount. you’d become a little too attached to it, though, while satoru wanted nothing more than to burn it. 

“he has a name,” you hiss, swatting satoru’s knee as you struggle not to laugh. “don’t call mr. comf-toru-ble a thing! he’s sensitive.” 

“see?” satoru says, scrubbing a hand over his handsome face before gesturing around wildly. “you even named it.” 

you give him a sharp look. “he cost me an entire paycheck— an entire paycheck that three days ago, you gave to the garbage collectors because i was cuddling him instead of you!” 

“i was feeling neglected!” he defends, voice pitching higher in his affront, placing a hand on his chest. “you spent the whole night with it. meanwhile, i— your husband— was right there, cold and alone. i can’t let me steal my wife.”

“we’re not married, satoru,” you remind him, then pout. “unlike my husband, the pillow doesn’t hog the covers, snore, or throw out things that i really like.” 

“it’s not hogging the covers, it’s redistribution of them for my comfort,” he grins playfully, but upon seeing your serious expression, he concedes, sobering up. in truth, he knows he messed up and went too far. it was childish to throw out something that you bought because of his frequent bouts of absence. maybe if he was around more, you wouldn’t need to cuddle with body pillows that look like him. “look, baby. i’m sorry. it was a moment of weakness. it’s not everyday i gotta be in competition with myself, but i’ll make it up to you! i even ordered you another one.” 

“a moment of jealousy, you mean,” you counter, but there’s no real bite behind your tone now.

“hey, you gotta see it from my perspective though. it’s kind of crazy seeing you cuddle with a pillow that looks like me when the real thing is right here,” satoru gestures down the long line of his body, though it looks more comical than inviting when he’s wrapped like a overstuffed burrito in your throw blanket.

“mm,” you nod, “well, maybe if the ‘real thing’ is a good boy, i’ll cuddle him more often.” 

“deal,” he answers immediately and when his muscular arms shoot out from behind the blanket and reach for you this time, you let him. his arms circle around your waist, pulling you into his lap. it was just a few days of silent treatment, but satoru wastes no time tucking his face against the dip of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent like you’re something precious and rare he lost ages ago and is just discovering again after eons. 

he’s squishing you, he knows it, but god he hates it when you’re mad at him — and you, in return, hate being at odds with him too. you both make too much sense to each other to be apart, and there’s upset in the balance of the world when the two of you are in an argument. 

“worst seventy-two hours of my life,” satoru blows out a breath of relief, the air tickling the hair at the nape of your neck, drawing a shiver down your spine. “never do that to me again, angel. you hear?” 

“don’t throw out my customized satoru merch again and i won’t, baby,” you coo, smiling. 

“you’ll still choose me over the other guy though, right?” 

“we’ll see, ‘toru, we’ll see,” you answer playfully, yelping when he darts in to nip at your ear in retaliation.

getting comfortable in satoru’s lap, you lean in to put the both of you out of your miseries and forgive him with a kiss when you get a whiff of menthol and childhood memories wafting from his chest.

 “are you wearing vaporub?”

[suliigwp]

Hi! Could you write another part for the Vroom Vroom story? Like they are all doing the interviews together and a reporter asks a question that she does not quite understand. Lewis or Alonso see that and try and explain it to her and the interview derails from there.

EMOTION ARC: MANY

Rookie! Reader x Platonic! Paddock

Previous Part!

SULI: I didn't think our vroom vroom would receive so much love, I'm so glad you're enjoying it! Here's another crack fic before the big more serious one comes! Thank you for requesting!

Warnings: pineapple on pizza mentioned, none!

The room is packed. Cameras flash, reporters fidget with recorders, and three drivers take their seats at the middle: Fernando Alonso, composed and sipping water like he didn’t just dodge chaos for 58 laps; Lewis Hamilton, ever-charismatic and polished, nodding to the crowd; and smack in the middle—The Rookie.

She’s wearing her race suit half unzipped over her team shirt, podium cap slightly crooked, and clutching the miniature champagne bottle like it’s a trophy. And her expression reads somewhere between am I still dreaming? and what happens if I open this bottle inside?

The moderator clears his throat.

“Congratulations to all drivers. We’ll open up the floor for questions.”

A reporter in the front row lifts a hand.

“This question is for our rookie. Congratulations on your first podium! Can you walk us through the emotional arc of your race?”

There’s a long pause.

The rookie leans forward toward the mic slowly, eyebrows drawn together in total confusion.

“…What is arc?”

She says it like someone just asked her to explain quantum physics using only interpretive dance.

Lewis, sitting next to her, is already smiling, having expected this exact energy.

“It means… like the emotional journey. How you felt at different points. Start, middle, end. That kind of thing.”

Still chewing gum, she nods slowly, visibly processing. Then, seriously:

“Ah. Okay. So…”

She leans into the mic again with full confidence now:

“Start: Scared. Turn 1: Still scared. Turn 3: Someone yell at me. Lap 7: I yell back. Then… vroom vroom. Rain happen. More vroom. Almost spin. I scream. I close eyes. Still drive. Then boom—I’m here. Emotion arc: Many.”

She finishes with a victorious sip of champagne and a shrug.

Fernando chokes slightly on his water.

Lewis is laughing, head down.

The press corps is stunned silent—then someone lets out a snort, and the whole room breaks into chuckles.

A second reporter raises a hand, trying to get things back on track.

“And how did you feel about the tyre strategy today?”

Rookie nods proudly.

“I do tyres.”

Dead silence.

Lewis blinks. “You… what?”

“I do tyres. I… use them. Good. Not bad. Round.”

Fernando leans toward the mic, totally deadpan.

“What she means is—her engineer made all the tyre decisions, and she said ‘okay’ with no clue what any of it meant.”

Rookie holds up a hand to correct him:

“No no. I say ‘okay’ very confidently. That is important. I fake it. I pretend I know. That is strategy.”

Lewis, still laughing:

“So you had no idea what tyre you were on?”

She pauses. Then:

“…Were they… black?”

Lewis slaps the desk. Fernando actually laughs out loud this time.

She points to Fernando and Lewis with both fingers like she’s shooting finger guns.

“Listen. You two talk too much about apex and degradation and undercut. I go vroom. That is my arc.”

The next reporter can barely hold a straight face but tries anyway:

“Okay… what was going through your mind when you crossed the finish line?”

She goes completely still, staring into the distance. Her voice drops into mock-dramatic whisper.

“I think… if I crash now… they still count, yes?"

Fernando puts his head in his hands.

“I want to say this is all an act, but I saw her spin in pit lane yesterday trying to wave at a pigeon.”

She shrugs again. “He looked friendly.”

Lewis tries to redirect:

“Let’s not forget she got P3 in the rain, held off Checo for five laps, and still had time to sing ABBA on the radio.”

She points triumphantly.

“Yes! This is why I win. Because of ABBA. And my skill. And because I forget to brake.”

Fernando stares at her.

“You… you forgot to brake?”

She looks unsure.

“I think maybe. I do one tiny brake. Just for fun. Mostly… vibes.”

At this point, a poor reporter in the back is just holding up a recorder, looking vaguely haunted.

Moderator clears his throat, half-chuckling.

“We’ll take one last question.”

A quiet voice from the back:

“What’s your goal for the rest of the season?”

She grins like she’s been waiting for this one.

“More podiums. More tyres. Less understanding. And… maybe one donut.”

She leans toward Lewis. “You teach me donut?”

Lewis, smiling warmly:

“Only if you promise to learn what a yellow flag is.”

She nods.

“Deal. But only yellow. No time for green.”

Fernando raises a hand.

“I would like to formally request she never meets Ricciardo.”

Lewis agrees.

“Or Kimi. We cannot risk it.”

She points between the two of them, grinning.

“Old men fear me. This means I win.”

As the conference ends and the drivers rise, Lewis drapes an arm around her shoulders, still chuckling.

“You know… you might actually be the future of the sport.”

She looks dead serious.

“Yes. But also… I want pizza now.”

Fernando, walking past her, doesn’t even break stride.

“If she podiums again, someone better bring pineapple pizza. Chaos deserves chaos.”

next part!

[creamiecoups]

Hi lovely,

I recently discovered your blog and I am loving all your works 😍

Can I request a 'just the tip' with Seungcheol 🫶

Looking forward to the next part of conditioned 😍😍

→ PAIRING: seungcheol x female reader

→ WARNINGS: smut, dark themes, dubcon, coercion, readers first time, unprotected sex, forced breeding, creampie, lots of pet names

A/N: didn’t proof read this and it’s 1am so if I forgot any warnings pls let me know and if you don’t want to read it you don’t have to free will is a thing okay bye enjoy this for everyone waiting and especially anon who asked for this <3

The movie was long forgotten.

You’d only meant to lean in for a little kiss — just a little affection — but Seungcheol’s always been greedy.

His hands gripped your waist tighter the second you climbed into his lap, and you felt the subtle, hungry grind of his hips beneath you as his mouth moved over yours with the kind of need that left your head spinning.

It hasn’t even been a month since you started dating. Not long enough, you tell yourself. But the low, deep groan that rumbles from his throat when your hips accidentally shift against his hardening length... the sound alone is enough to make your stomach flutter.

"Baby..." His lips trail hot and slow down the curve of your jaw, pressing against the sensitive spot beneath your ear, then lower, to the column of your throat. "You have no idea what you do to me."

You shudder when his mouth latches onto the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he sucks hard, marking you with a dark bruise. You feel his cock twitch beneath you, and it makes you ache, though the innocent part of you is still shy, unsure.

“Seungcheol…” your voice barely comes out, breathless, flustered.

His hands slowly slip beneath the hem of your top, and you feel his warm palms splay over your skin, pushing the fabric higher.

“Take this off for me, sweetheart.” His voice is low, husky. “Let me see you.”

You hesitate for only a second, feeling your cheeks burn, but the look in his eyes — so loving, so adoring — makes it impossible to say no. You pull your top over your head, sitting there in just your bra before him, but your arms quickly fold over your chest, shielding yourself.

"Don't hide from me, baby." He tuts softly, fingers tugging at your arms until you drop them, vulnerable beneath his dark gaze. "You're so beautiful... I could spend forever just looking at you."

His hands move to your bra, unclasping it with practiced ease, letting it fall away. The cold air makes you shiver, but his warm mouth soon replaces it, lips latching onto your nipple with a soft moan. He suckles noisily, tongue swirling around the taut bud, and the new sensation sends another moan slipping from your lips, your body trembling slightly in his lap.

"You like that, don't you?" He mumbles against your skin, flicking his tongue again. "You're perfect, baby. So fucking perfect."

You’re too shy to respond, and he notices — of course he notices. He always does.

"Hey." He lifts his head, brushing your hair out of your face. "Want me to take my shirt off too? Might make you feel less nervous, hm?"

You nod, and he peels his black tee over his head, revealing the solid expanse of muscle beneath. Your mouth parts slightly, eyes raking over his toned chest and his strong arms. You lift your hand without thinking, fingers gliding over the bulge of his bicep, and his lips are back on yours in an instant, more desperate and messier than before. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming every inch of you.

You feel him, hard and straining beneath his sweatpants, the thick outline pressing right against your inner thigh. You stiffen, nervous, pulling away slightly.

"Shh," he whispers, noticing the change in you. "It's okay, baby. You’ve been moving around so much... can’t help it. Let me make you feel good, yeah?"

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you nod, watching him guide your hands to the waistband of your pants. He helps you push them down, along with your panties, until you’re fully bare, perched on his lap like a trembling little doll.

"Such a good girl," he breathes, fingers grazing over your slick folds. You jolt at the contact, hips twitching, but his touch is gentle, coaxing. "So wet already... all for me angel?"

A whimper leaves you as his fingers tease your clit, barely brushing over it before pulling away, again and again, until you're gasping for air, your thighs clenching around his hand. He slides two fingers through your folds, collecting your slick before raising them to his lips and sucking them clean, groaning deeply.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven," he growls. "I’ll never get enough of you."

A few more minutes pass like this, heavy breaths and sloppy kisses filling the room, until he can’t take it anymore. His cock is painfully hard, throbbing against you.

"Baby," he whispers against your neck, voice strained. "I have an idea... need a little relief too, you know?"

You tilt your head, confused, as he slips his hand beneath your thighs and starts tugging his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. You blink, startled, and start to shift away, but he hushes you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I just wanna feel you... skin to skin. I promise."

You nod slowly, trusting him, letting yourself sink back into his lap. His cock rests heavy and hot between your folds, the thick tip sliding through your slick, and his hands dig into your waist as he groans low and sharp, his self-control hanging by a thread.

"Baby," he rasps, "can I... can I please just put the tip in? I swear, it doesn’t count. I won’t take your virginity yet. I know you wanna wait, but fuck— I need something, please."

You bite your lip, hesitating. "I... I think it’s still too early."

"Please, baby." His voice is broken, desperate. "I just need the tip. You feel so fucking good. I can’t... I can’t take it anymore."

You finally nod, slowly, and he grips his cock, rubbing the head along your slit until you're slick enough. His other arm snakes around your waist, locking you in place as the swollen tip nudges against your entrance. You flinch at the stretch, nerves flickering across your face.

"Don’t worry, baby," he soothes, kissing your cheek. "It’s not all the way. You’re doing so well for me."

But the way your body clings to him, the little whimpers you let out, the sight of you biting your lip, flushed and needy — it drives him wild. His cock throbs against your folds, precum mixing with your arousal.

"You don’t think I’ll fit, huh?" He chuckles darkly, his voice dipping low. "I have a feeling you’ll take me just fine, baby. A little size training every day and you’ll be perfect."

Your head swims at his words, your body trembling. His cock slides along your slit again, pressing more firmly, and you gasp.

"Ch-Cheol... I could still get pregnant like this."

He lets out a breathy laugh, kissing your shoulder. "That’s cute, baby. Doesn’t count unless I cum inside you... and even then, you’d look so fucking beautiful all knocked up for me."

His tip teases your entrance again, and before you can gather your thoughts, he’s pressing in — just a little — but the heat, the pressure, the stretch has your head spinning. You glance at him, wide-eyed, but he’s staring at you with raw, dark hunger.

And then you make that face — that sweet, fucked-out look, eyes rolling back just slightly, lips parting — and that’s all it takes.

His hands tighten on your waist, and with one hard thrust, he sinks all the way inside you, bottoming out in one shocking, deep stroke. You cry out, the sudden stretch burning, but the overwhelming pleasure drowns it out almost immediately.

"Fuck, baby," he growls into your neck, his voice rough, strained. "I’m sorry... you just felt too fucking good. I couldn’t stop myself."

His hips start moving, hard and fast, fucking into you with an almost animalistic hunger. His mouth is at your ear, voice low and filthy.

"You feel that, baby? How tight your little pussy is, squeezing me so fucking good? God, I’ve been waiting for this. So fucking perfect... made for me."

You cling to him, helpless against the relentless pace, pleasure building sharp and hot in your belly.

"Let go for me, sweetheart," he urges, lips brushing your ear. "Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel it."

And you do — the world blurs as your climax hits, body trembling around him, but even as you whimper, pleading, "Seungcheol, pull out—" he doesn’t.

"Can’t, baby," he groans, jaw clenched tight. "I’ve waited too fucking long for this... your pussy’s too good, can’t pull out now."

His pace turns rough, desperate, until he finally buries himself deep with a broken moan, warmth flooding inside you as his cock throbs, spilling his load in thick, heavy ropes. Your body twitches at the sensation, too exhausted to move, your head falling onto his shoulder as he cradles you, both of you sticky and spent, still connected.

"You did so good for me, baby," he whispers, brushing kisses across your hair. "No more denying me, okay? You’re mine now."

You nod weakly, tears trailing down your cheeks as he nuzzles against you, voice soft and content.

"Just a few more minutes, baby, then I’ll run you a bath. After that... I want you in bed, curled up against me."

And you know he means it. You know this is only the beginning.

[bunnis-monsters]

Hybrid Shelter Prologue

warning: mentions of abuse, injuries, some yandereish behavior, and violence

You’ve been working at the hybrid shelter for a few weeks now. It wasn’t an easy job, tending to injured, abused, and scared hybrids, but you did your best.

This was just a part time job until you were able to find something better. Of course you cared about the hybrids, but the money you made wasn’t enough.

You had two other part time jobs that took your time away, and although you loved working at the hybrid shelter, it was only a temporary thing.

Most days were full of games, movies marathons, the occasional check up, and lots of bonding. After all, the goal was to help these hybrids figure out what they wanted. If they wanted to be independent, be a pet, or return/live in the wild.

Today was a bad day, though.

You woke up at 3 am to a call, asking you to come into the shelter early.

“It’s an emergency,” your boss said, taking a moment to breathe before continuing. “A new hybrid came in… you’ll understand when you get here.”

And your boss was right, you understood the second you walked in.

In the corner of the lounge was a cat hybrid. He was backed against the wall, hissing and spitting as his tail puffed up.

“Stay away from me, don’t you dare get any closer!”

All the other workers were covered in scratches, glancing at one another in concern.

“His file,” your boss said from behind you, handing you a folder. “A tale as old as time. Human buys a cat hybrid from a backyard breeder, doesn’t know how to take care of him. The owner abused the poor thing then dropped him off at our door… he was scared and confused, and when we said his owner abandoned him…”

Your nods gestured to the cat hybrid, sighing. “This happened.”

You took a moment to read his file, frowning before you handed the folder back. “Alright, I’ll give it a try. Get a room ready in the infirmary, we’ll need to do a checkup and make sure his vaccinations are up to date.”

The cat hybrid’s ears pinned back as you approached, his tail lashing dangerously. “Don’t take another step closer, I’ll-“

His ears unfolded when you sat down a few feet away from him, giving the scared hybrid a kind smile. “Alright, I’ll stay right here then. Is that alright?”

Though his tail continued to sway erratically, the cat hybrid slowly lowered himself to the ground to match your stance.

“…”

He stayed quiet, eyeing you. All you did was sit there, watching his body language and slowly scooting closer.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I know it can be scary coming to a new place, but there’s other cat hybrids just like you here. They’re all happy, and I take care of them myself.”

He sniffed the air to confirm your words, picking up the scent of other hybrids on you. “… and… you don’t hit them?”

Those words tore at your heart, but you didn’t let it show. You kept a calm smile on your face as you nodded slowly. “No… there’s no hitting here. No punishments either.”

He hesitantly reached out a hand, placing it on your leg before pulling it back. Testing the waters was a good sign. “Will my owner come back?”

“Most likely not… and even if we did, we wouldn’t let them hurt you. Never again.”

With that, he slowly moved forward, leaning until his head rested on your lap, a sign of trust. You gently scratched behind his ears, a soft purr coming from him.

“There you go… that’s a good boy.”

Your boss watched this interaction from a distance, picking up his phone. “Yeah, I think she’s the one. I’ve never seen a hybrid calm down so quickly, she might have the thing we’ve been looking for.”

The rest of the day, the cat hybrid cling to your side, enduring the medical exam only if it meant he got to hold onto your arm.

Already he was scenting you, just like many of the other hybrids did. You were unaware how many had already put their “claim” on you, and how that would affect your future at the shelter.

Leaving wasn’t easy, the cat hybrid, who you named Midnight because of his dark hair, was attached to your hip. He cried and buried his face into your neck when you got ready to leave, only agreeing to let go of you with the promise you’d be back tomorrow.

“Mine… don’t want you to go…” he murmured, just quiet enough for you to not hear.

The next morning you woke up to a text message from your boss. Through your bleary vision you were barely able to make out what it said.

‘Dear (Name), you have been offered a chance to work as a full time employee. You’ll be paid $30 an hour, and you can start tomorrow. Please reply to confirm.’

Although you felt happy, something about the message felt off. Regardless, you needed the money and accepted immediately.

Soon your life would become hectic and full of mystery, but you wouldn’t find that out until later.

Now, you rolled back over and went to back to sleep until your shift began.

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[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star chapter six preview

Pairings- Former Pornstar Satoru x shy f! reader

Warnings -emotional asf, lots of pining and longing, this is set a few months after chap 5 ends - MAJOR SPOILERS - if you haven't read chapter five, do NOT read this

This will be out in a couple weeks but thought I'd share some of it for you all since chap five was so angstyyy <3

“Tilt her chin up just a bit,” you murmur softly, as Satoru’s bright, swirling blue eyes look right at you, rather than the pretty model in front of him, and it’s like you can feel his touch, as if it’s your chin he’s gripping. “Look at her lips.”

You give a gentle direction, clearly pointing out the obvious, that Satoru can’t get his eyes off the girl he hasn’t seen in months, the one he dreams of every night. How can he see anyone else in the room? With a giant, fancy black canon camera, you bend down, snapping a picture, he stares in his peripherals as you do, then you’re on your knees, getting another angle.

He has wondered how you were, god he didn’t want to ruin your life any further, but being this close to you makes him ache, in so many ways. How your hair falls over your shoulder, how you angle your head to study them, now walking up and smiling, turning the model so she faces away from him. You brush her hair forward over a shoulder, taking Satoru’s hand then.

That’s when he feels it, like a shock rushing through him as you pause for a moment, giving him a sweet, sad little smile. “Touch her waist,” you put his hand there, and take her hand now, turning her. “And you look at him like this… perfect.”

You walk back to take another few photos, and you thought maybe after so long it wouldn’t hurt, but it does, like a fresh wound opening. You’re so proud of him for being at this quality of a shoot, but you can’t help but wish you were the one in his arms, even now. There’s not one night in the past months that he hasn’t haunted one of your thoughts - all of the what-ifs.

The shoot wraps up and everyone chit chats for a bit, you’re packing your camera up in your bag when he steps up to you, that black dress shirt half tucked in and unbuttoned, showing too much of a perfectly sculpted body made for modeling. You feel your cheeks heat up as you trail your eyes up and catch his boring into you the way that only he can.

“You’re a photographer now?” He asks softly, his tone is just so different from last time, from the cocky and conceited man, the smirk on his face replaced with parted lips, eyes studying you so intensely. You nod a bit. “That’s so badass, look at you.”

“Look at me, you’re modeling now.” You say softly, smiling up at him as his hand goes to touch your cheek, but pauses, knowing it’s not his place to do so.

Were you with anyone? Did someone treat you like you deserved?

Even if you were, god he just missed you, the presence, the lingering sweet scent in the air - those cupcakes you always smelled like, intoxicating. To imagine caressing your cheek he sees tint with color, to hear your little laugh again, rather than the tears he left you in. He clears his throat, letting his hand fall, flexing his fingers open as he sighs.

“I am, I don’t do… I changed careers.” He manages to say softly, you blink a bit in surprise at that.

“You don’t do um,” you trail off, clearing your throat. “You don’t shoot at all?” You’d heard rumors from Jenna that he quit, but she wasn’t sure if it was true. You hate the relief you feel when you shouldn’t. He shakes his head now, bringing you back. “Do you miss it?”

“No, it wasn’t for me anymore.” His voice gets husky, stepping just a bit closer as the workers take apart the set, but everything fades but him.

It’s always like this, the never ending need for him.

You feel like half your heart is standing right in front of you.

“Do you enjoy modeling, Satoru?” To hear his name from your lips makes his heart race, he nods quickly. “Then I’m very happy for you. I wondered how you were,” you blink back tears, and he catches sight of them glimmering under the set lights. “I think of you often.”

The words are there, you are afraid of them, but also you’re so tired of holding it all in. He steps even closer, making you swallow nervously, leaning down a bit, a hand now brushing your hair back from your face. The contact alone of his fingers brushing through your strands makes your heart hammer in your chest, eyes locking with his.

“I think of you every day,” his hoarse voice is so genuine, you’re so afraid to trust it, to believe it, but you feel it, something has changed in him. “I would love to just know how your life is going. If you’d just please, have coffee with me? Or just anything in the world you want.”

“Satoru,” he caresses your cheek now, uncaring of the eyes around you both, the little murmurs, his eyes are locked all on you, as he brushes aside a tear you didn’t realize slipped. “You really just want to know me?”

“I do, I want to know you, even if we catch up and you never talk to me again, maybe it’s what I deserve.”

“You don’t-”

“I do not deserve any time. But please,” his own eyes shut, as he feels you trembling as his hand slips down your arm, over bare skin. “I want to know you’re good, that you’re okay, just anything you want to share with me.”

You turn away for a moment, and he curses under his breath, afraid of your answer, but you’re swiping tears, trying to compose yourself. You feel so much in that moment, in how deeply you still love him, that you just have to take a moment, before turning back around, eyes glimmering as you catch him, staring down at his feet, nervous like you.

“I’d love to catch up, I’d love to know how your life is,” you almost break down, blinking tears as his eyes meet yours again. “How about now?”

“Now!? Shit, yes. Now.” You giggle a bit, as he smiles, so boyish and charming, splitting your heart into a million pieces as he takes your hand, pausing. “Is that okay if I…”

“Yes,” you nod, and he tugs you along, you hear whispers of the models around, who surely all had crushes on him, but Satoru’s attention is undividedly on you.

The angst will be much less but these two will be taking it slow and getting to know each other, slow burn is still a slow burn!

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[wtfsteveharrington]

something new | luca x reader

i was awoken from a dream last night

contents: requested size kink so luca is hung!! basically pwp, slight somnophilia if you squint, unprotected sex, spanking, lots of pet names from Luca, reader receiving fingering, dirty talk, semi-submissive reader vibes, pulling out for backshots but some cum play still whoops

a/n: used a photo of will bc it fit the vibe so well 🌝 can we, as a fandom, decide a last name for this man!! only semi proof read i fear pls ignore any mistakes. also no pronouns or real reader description used.

contents: 2.7k.

the climax right before morning's first light

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Your body feels heavy as it’s pulled from a deep sleep. 

There’s warm lips on your shoulder placing soft kisses along your skin, a hand kneading at your ass while you wake up. You hum into the quiet room while burying your face into the pillow desperately not ready to wake up. “S’everything okay?” 

Luca’s chuckling against you, sliding his calloused hand up the back of your thigh while you stay lying on your stomach. He looks down at the sight of you illuminated in the moonlight from his apartment window, soaking in every inch. His hand cups under the bottom of your behind, giving it a little jiggle for his own entertainment. 

“All’s fine, my love. Didn’t mean to wake you so early.”

You turn your head towards the nightstand and it takes a few blinks for your eyes to finally focus on the dim clock. 3:30 AM. Early enough for him to get up to shower, make tea, and leave out a small note of affection on the counter for when you wake up at a much more reasonable time. He typically doesn’t wake you, opting to shimmy out of the bed but not this morning. 

There’s lips on your neck now. “Was dreaming about you and had to make sure you were real.” His hand is sliding in between your thighs now, pulling them apart. Inches away from where you’re starting to crave him. You’re whining in the pillow now while arching your hips up towards his touch. He’s grinning against your skin and rocking himself towards your side. Luca’s hard and heavy against you. “Gonna go take care of this in the bathroom. Just needed a little touch of you before I go.” 

You’re shaking your head now, trying to unpin your arm that’s trapped between the two of you so you can find the waistband of his sweats slung low on his waist. “No, no. Don’t go.” The elastic is tight against your fingers as you slip your hand into his pants, fingertips brushing along his growing length which rewards you with a moan from your boyfriend. His hand gently slaps down on the flesh of your ass before he starts to pull away. You murmur out protests as you stretch your arms out straight ahead of you, fingers curling around the edge of the bed. There’s a rush of cold air as he pulls the blanket from your frame and tosses it to the empty side of the bed. 

He’s grabbing a pillow next and tapping his fingers against your side, grinning as you take the hint and lift your hips for him. “Just lay there, Darling. Let me take care of you.” Luca makes sure you’re comfortable. Taking his time to fluff the pillow just right. Running his wide hands down your back while still lazily waking up. The bed creaks under the two of you as he moves to kneel between your spread legs. He admires your stretched out form. The curve of your ass propped up and his for the taking. You’re wearing an oversized cliche t-shirt from the last trip you took together and this old pair of underwear with a half worn off print. Not the sexiest outfit to ever grace this bedroom to say the least and yet Luca doesn’t mind in the slightest. 

His thumbs slide along the seam of your underwear that’s stretched across your cheeks, warm hands sliding up your backside to your lower back to gently work on your relaxed body. He leans forward to reach up towards your shoulders, the length of him sliding against your ass and eliciting a moan from you. Luca’s taking advantage of this position to rut himself against you, the feeling of your soft body under him working him up even more than he thought was possible. 

“Always so good for me, aren’t you?” You’re nodding against the pillow, turning your head to the side to press a kiss against the hands that are now on your shoulders. “Only yours, Luca.” He’s groaning above you and there’s warm, open mouth kisses being pressed along your spine now. 

There’s a shuffling coming from behind you as Luca makes quick work of kicking his sweatpants off. You feel the warmth of his skin directly on the inside of your thighs now as he sits back up. He’s crooking fingers in the waistband of your underwear and finally, finally pulling them down your thighs and leaving you exposed to him. They’re stuck right above your knees - Both Luca kneeling between your legs and how far spread open you are making it impossible for them to go any lower. “Are you passionate about these?”

You barely shake your head no, because again they’re old and worn and you find it endearing he even asked, before the sound of them being ripped off of you fills the room causing you to gasp out. Luca haphazardly tosses them towards the trash can in the corner and gets to work pulling his own boxes down. You’re needy. Wiggling your hips through the air in slow movements to entice him. As if he needed anymore motivation. You follow his guidance and haphazardly make work taking off your shirt, balling it up and throwing it on his now empty side of the bed.

Since Luca’s doing all the work you allow yourself to stay, essentially, half asleep. Your eyes are still heavy and hooded and your body lax against the bed. He’s delivering one more small smack to the roundest part of your ass before his fingers find their way between your thighs. Normally he’d take more time teasing you, building you up. As much as he yearns to spend the whole day tangled in you, he does have to get to work soon. For now he’s going to be quick but he plans on taking his time with you again tonight. 

There’s fingers sliding up either side of your folds, a slow languid motion to get you used to his touch before his middle fingers slips in. You’re slackjaw against the pillow, letting out a stream of breathy whimpers you can’t control. Luca knows you. Knows every inch of you. So he’s using that knowledge to get you ready for him. His pointer finger slides into you while his thumb finds your clit at the same time. You’re wet, the scissoring and dragging motions Luca’s making causing a slick sound to come from between your thighs. 

“Luca, please.” He grins down at your backside, enjoying the view of his fingers working deep inside of you. “Always so greedy, aren’t you?” You respond by rocking your hips back against his hand and clenching down against his fingers which causes him to chuckle. “Alright, alright.” His hand slides out of you and smacks down against the back of your thigh. Your left behind wetness from his fingers attracts the cold air and causes goosebumps to rise. 

You secretly like when Luca spends a little less time stretching you out then he probably should. The way your boyfriend stretches you out as he first pushes in you has become a piece of heaven. There are nights he spends as long as you’ll allow eating you out and fingering you, toying with your pussy for his own enjoyment. Leaving his chin wet with you and a darken spot on the sheets until he fucks through how sloppy he’s turned you. 

Not tonight. You’re wet, yes. But you know there’s going to be a heavenly burning feeling coming your way. The amount of care your boyfriend puts into you making you comfortable enough to open yourself in that way. Knowing he’d stop the second you asked if needed. 

The head of his cock sits heavy against your entrance and you feel yourself desperately clenching around nothing. He’s pulling you from your train of thought and your body is buzzing in anticipation. The slap of the tip of him against your clit causes your body to jerk which prompts Luca to use his free hand to grip your hip, holding you in place. “Be good, yeah? Let me get us off before I gotta go. Can’t have you wet all day waiting for me to come back home to take care of you.” Luca lines himself up with your hole, sliding just the tip of himself in which pulls a moan from both of you. 

“Baby, please.” Pride swells in Luca’s chest as you start to beg. If he hadn’t been gripping your hips then you would have rolled them back to take more of his length in you. Instead he goes slow, allowing you to adjust to his girth inch by inch. Even after dating for this long, you still weren’t used to him yet. 

There’s a bit of drool coming from the corner of your still parted lips as Luca works his length in. Your boyfriend was well endowed to say the least. A good length, something you could still take to the back of your throat but not so long you couldn’t sink all the way down it. But his girth? That was unmatched. Thick, heavy, and all yours. 

“Feel so amazing, Darling. Was dreaming about this pussy spreading around me.” Luca jerks another inch in without warning, a squelching sound coming from you as the movement causes some wetness to drip out. You can’t form a thought when he’s got you like this. Your body is still relaxed against the bed as Luca stretches you out. 

It takes a moment for him to bottom out and all your mind can focus on is just how deep he feels inside of you. The sensation causes your breath to catch, pathetically letting out whatever whimper you can muster and allowing him to use you to his heart’s content. Luca gives your hip a little squeeze as a warning he’s going to start moving, giving you a second to accept what’s to come before the first roll of his hips hits. 

You’re a mess. Groggy still, already becoming cock drunk. It’s easy to do with him. “S’full, Luc. So, so full.” Even with his brows knitted in concentration as he tries not to instantly cum at the sight of your pussy stretched around him, he’s proud to get you this way. 

But God does the sight of you already have him close. 

Stretched out around him, filled to the max you could be. You look so beautiful like that. Luca fucks through all the wetness you give him, hips building a steady rhythm easily. His eyes flash over towards the clock and something about the pressure of a time constraint is making him a bit more feral than he expected. 

His pace quickens and you’re back to being reduced to a drooling mess under him. Moaning out an incoherent string of pleas, praise, and curses. You couldn’t repeat what’s coming from your mouth even if you tried. His heavy balls slap against your clit which each thrust and Luca’s grabbing your hips with both hands now to get a better grip on you. Fingertips digging in enough that bruises will be left as he starts to fuck into with a firm pace. 

“Such a perfect fuckin’ pussy. So wet for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna be sore all day now but you don’t care. Every step’s gonna remind you how good I fuck you.” 

Your head is spinning. 

You allow yourself to be fucked by Luca, hands gripping the edge of the bed as you desperately clutch anything within reach to keep yourself grounded. He’s… Brutal. Fucking you for his own pleasure in a way. He needed to get off and get off quick before work - But arrogantly knew how good you were for him. Knew that him using you like this would get you off too. 

One of his hands gripping your hip loses his grip and there’s another smack being delivered to the fat of your ass. He groans at the sight of you bouncing, the red mark already blooming from his hand. The burning of being stretched out is fading away and being replaced by the pure pleasure of your boyfriend wrecking your body. 

His hand is sliding up from your ass to press down on the small of your back, a comforting touch compared to the brutal pace of his hips. Long forgotten is the sleepy mask of morning, Luca just chasing after pleasure for the both of you now. You purposely flutter yourself around his length, trying to pull him closer as well. 

“Can you come for me, Darling? You can do that, can’t you? Wanna feel this pretty little pussy finish before I do.” You’re squeezing yourself tighter around him now, the soft pillowcase feeling rougher as your face continues to bounce against it. The room is getting hotter by the second around you two. 

Something about the combination of circumstances has you getting close to finishing far faster than normal. You catch yourself biting down on the pillow as Luca drags his nails down the soft skin of your back, his hips not losing pace as the all too familiar sensation starts to coil up deep inside of you. 

You’re crying out at the sensation, pussy tightening around him as your orgasm rocks through your body. Toe curling, back arching, clit throbbing orgasm. You collapse even further into the bed, a mess of breathless whimpers as Luca continues to fuck through your sensitive body. God you sound lewd with how wet you ended up. 

Luca’s quick to follow after watching you come undone around him.  

He’s moaning out your name, giving a few more pumps through your wetness before quickly pulling out. Stroking his soaked length to keep the sensation and then you feel warmth splattering along your ass and back as he cums on you. He’s breathless and whiney, teasing his own overstimulated cock behind you. Thumb swiping along his tip to collect the last droplets before wiping it in-between your folds and pressing it into you. 

As much as he loved cumming in you, he wanted to make sure he had time to get you cleaned up before he had to leave but he still couldn’t leave you without anything left inside of you. 

Luca drags you to the bathroom after he gives you a moment to collect yourself. Normally he’d take his time with aftercare but sadly he’s lacking just that - time. You use the restroom while he draws the two of you a shower and take a good look at yourself in the mirror while he corrects the water temperature. Healing hickies low on your chest, your hair looking crazy from the combination of sleeping and being wrecked. He’s got twenty minutes left before he runs out of time to make his breakfast but he refuses to leave you in a pile in the bed. 

He makes quick work of washing off your over sensitive body, letting you stand there and run your fingers along his chest, his arms, whatever inch of skin you can reach. “You’re so pretty.” 

Now after what just happened in the bedroom? You’d think nothing would phase him. 

But Luca’s cheeks are going bright red at the compliment. He cups your face with his soapy hands, bringing you two together for a kiss as a silent thank you. 

Luca gets you dried off and sends you back to bed with a pat on your ass. He’s rushing to get ready for work while you lay down in a lump on the bed. Towel tight around your body and the covers long forgotten. It takes a few minutes for him to emerge from the bathroom clothed and hair gelled but he can’t help laughing at the sight of you. You feel the towel being tugged away from your body, the previously discarded blanket being tucked around you and a kiss pressed to the top of your head. 

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He leaves everything you need for your morning tea sitting on the counter before running out the door.

[subbmissivesuccubus]

I don't know if this kink has a name but I am just obsessed with super casual boob play lmao

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"Alright, so that's the groceries we need for this week."

"Mmm."

"Oh, don't forget to buy flowers! It's my moms birthday tomorrow."

"Mmm."

"Are you even listening?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at your boyfriend, the man simply staring at you.

"Mmm."

"Ok, so that's a no." you said, rolling your eyes before snapping your fingers in front of your boyfriends face, the man jumping and blinking a few times as he was brought back to reality.

"Can you pay attention now?" you asked sternly.

"Sorry. I was too busy staring at your tits." he said honestly, making you sigh. There he goes again with his very obvious boob obsession, your man having a clear fetish for your breasts.

"Well, if you continue to ignore me, you won't see my boobs for a week."

"Or, you flash them to me now, I promise I'll remember every single word you say."

"Oh my God."

"Come here, baby. Come here." he begged, hands reaching out to quickly grab you by the hips and drag you forward, his nails digging into the fabric of your skirt as he all but manhandled you onto his lap, smiling at you as he got your legs to straddle his waist.

"You're a degenerate." you snarled as you placed your hands on his shoulder, more than familiar with this particular song and dance.

"I'm your degenerate. And besides, this is your fault you know." he said, casually fisting the hem of your t-shirt before pulling it up, "If you didn't have such perfect titties, I wouldn't be like this!"

"So you weren't obsessed with boobs before you met me?" you questioned, allowing him to tug the t-shirt upto your chin, the man greedily looking at your bra covered breasts. Not having the patience to take the shirt off of you completely, he simply pulled it over your head so it looped around the back of your neck, your arms still in the sleeves but he didn't care as all he wanted was access to his favorite part of you.

"Of course not." he said confidently as he all but face planted into your cleavage, groaning in delight as he pushed his face in as deep as he could go, "I only got obsessed when you came into the picture."

You huffed, trying to fight the blood rushing to your face and between your legs as you fisted a hand through his hair, tugging at it a bit as you got his attention:

"Are you going to listen to me now?"

"Mmhmm." your boyfriend groaned, nodding a yes against your boobs, truly happy being surrounded by your plump flesh. Sighing, you once again told him what he needed to buy for groceries, allowing him to grope and kiss you wherever he wanted. His tongue ran over your skin, huffing and humming in response every time you asked him if he was listening.

He soon pushed your bra up as well, too eager to bother unhooking it as he placed it against your collarbone, the elastic of the band digging into your skin and making your tits look even more delicious than before. He opened his mouth and took a nipple in, closing his eyes as he started suckling gently, his arms wrapped around you and pulling you in closer.

"H-Hey..." you moaned, gripping his hair tighter as he suckled on you, "It's getting late. You need to leave before the stores close."

"Mmhmm. I know." he muttered against you, tongue coming out to flick at your nipples a few times before he moved to the other breast, giving her the same treatment, "Just- fuck- give me a minute."

You sighed, jumping as you felt his hands move down to your ass, taking greedy gropes of your butt as he lost himself in the sensation of your breast in his mouth.

Yeah, you were not getting your groceries today.

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You slipped away from the group of friends in the living room to your bedroom, wanting to get your phone which had hopefully finished charging by now. As you were checking your phone and responding quickly to a few messages, you suddenly felt a hand on your waist that swiftly moved upwards and groped your right breast.

"Eh-hey!" you hissed softly, head snapping back towards your boyfriend, his touch so familiar that you instantly knew it was him, "Cut it out! We have guests!"

"I know but I just need one suck, ok?" he asked even as his other hand came up to start unbuttoning your shirt dress, "I'll be super quick, I promise."

"You- ah!" you squealed as he got the buttons undone enough to expose your bra, his fingers digging into the cup of the right side to pull it down, revealing your bare breast to the crisp air. He turned you around and quickly bent down and took the nipple into his mouth. Your head kept snapping between him sucking your nipple and the door, on edge as if anyone walks in, it would be very obvious.

Your man groaned as he suckled on your nipple, eyelashes tickling your skin as he closed his eyes. The sound of the TV and chattering was loud enough to thankfully drown out his groans, your boyfriend suckling you so hard it made your toes curl.

"Wh-you-" you hissed as his hand quickly pulled down the other cup of your bra and exposed your other breast, "You said only one!"

"I know but I can't not suck her too!" he protested, giving your left nipple a greedy lick, "she'll get jealous!"

"What the fuck are you talking abooouuttt!" you gasped as he suddenly took the nipple in and sucked on it as well, just as vigorously. You stood there for a few seconds, allowing your maniac of a boyfriend to suck and feel you up before he finally pulled away.

"Just what I needed. Thank you baby." he said, kindly helping you stuff your tits back into your bra and right your dress, giving your tits a final squeeze before he walked out of the room, leaving you a frustrated mess with your nipples tingling.

What a menace.

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It was movie night, one of your favorite ways to spend time together. It was always a treat to just relax with your boyfriend, put on a random movie, eat popcorn and talk.

And of course, he also loved that he gets to play with your tits the whole time.

You huffed as your boyfriend pulled you onto his lap, his legs spread wide to accommodate you between them. Bowl of popcorn in hand, you munched away at the treat even as your man slid his hands up your shirt, aiming for your breasts.

"Ew, why are you wearing a bra?" he asked, clicking his tongue as his hands got in contact with the soft fabric.

"Sometimes I like having my boobs supported by something, ok? Fucking sue me."

"You don't need a bra to support your tits when you have my hands. I'm taking it off."

Before you could even protest, your man slid his hands to your back and unhooked the bra masterfully, practically an expert at it at this point. He was about to push the straps down your arms and pull the bra out from under your shirt but then he realized- why are you wearing a shirt? You might as well be topless as he was going to play with your boobs the whole time anyway.

So with your shirt and bra tossed onto the floor, you tried your best to focus on the movie playing on screen even as your boyfriend happily groped away at your tits. Ample flesh spilling out between his fingers, he squeezed you like a toy- like your tits were something he could use to alleviate stress. Occasionally, he'd flick his fingers over your nipples, working them up to stiff peaks before gently pinching them between his thumb and index finger. He'd place his hands underneath your breasts, cupping them before he bounced them up and down, loving the feeling of your heavy flesh landing on his palms, the ripple of your breasts on impact instantly making his cock hard.

And of course, as usual, once he was done playing with his hands (which was practically an hour long activity), he'll move onto his mouth. Your body automatically moved along with him as he lifted you up a bit higher onto his lap, looping an arm over his shoulder so he had the space to lean down and take a nipple into his mouth.

"Y-You're not even watching the movie, are you?"

"Mm-mmm" he responded, shaking his head no against your breast, his response making you shiver. You rolled your eyes and continued to watch the movie, failing at it even before he started sliding his hand into your pants.

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Of course, your boob obsessed boyfriend can't sleep unless it's on said boobs.

"Take it offfff!" he whined, wrestling with you as he harshly tugged at your shirt.

"It's cold!" you protested as you tried to pull the fabric back down over you, "I'm going to freeze!"

"I'll keep you warm! You know the rules- no clothes in bed."

"You're wearing clothes!"

"Yes but I don't have a pair of delicious tits that are just begging to be suckled!"

"Oh my God- fine, how about this?" you asked, slapping his hand away from your shirt before you pulled up upto your chin, flashing him your bare boobs, "Just get in here and I get to keep the shirt on."

"...Why didn't you just say so?"

You grunted as you were tackled, pushed to lie down on the bed as your boyfriend landed on top of you, face first into your tits. You pulled your shirt over his head, covering the dopey smile on his face as he used his hands to push your tits against him, shaking his head from side to side as he motorboated you.

He thankfully still had some sense to pull the blanket over the two of you and you were able to dim the lights, whipping your phone out so you can get some screen time before you went to sleep. You felt wetness on your left nipple, your boyfriend finally done with shaking your fat tits in his face.

His tongue ran in circles over the hard bud, dragging it slowly as he knew he could take his time. He started flicking your bud harshly, his hot tongue making you shiver with each flick. Eventually, he sealed his lips around it, groaning happily as he started to suck. He was noisy- moaning like he was eating a delicious meal and the slobbering noises of him feasting on you making your ears ring, the pressure he used to suckle on you keeping you on your toes.

As he sucked on the left one, his hand came up to play with the right, toying with her as he got her ready to be sucked next. He rubbed the nipple around with his thumb before pinching it gently, giving her a few twists once in awhile. He was latched onto the same nipple for almost 30 minutes before he moved onto the next one, but not before dragging himself from underneath your shirt and pushing the fabric upto your chin.

Fuck it. You were falling asleep and now your body was running hot so you didn't really care.

"Baby... I want-" he gave your nipple a kiss before he snuggled his face into the fat of your breast before looking up at you, "I want to drink your milk. Make it for me."

"How many biology lessons did you fail for you to think that's possible?" you asked, your eyelids drooping and voice heavy.

"Why are you not pregnant yet? I cum in you like, everyday."

"...You know I'm still on birth control."

"I know but I'm confident I can defeat it."

"Mmkay, keep dreaming. Now shut up- i'm gonna sleep."

"...Stop taking your birth control."

"I'm not having a baby just so you can drink some breast milk."

"Of course not. We'll have a baby because we're in love and we'll be together forever!"

You opened one eye and looked down at him, letting him know you were not impressed.

"...And so I can drink your milk."

"Just keep sucking or sleep."

He pouted before he took your left nipple into his mouth.

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