#I think he dislikes the lack of security they provide...

[theangel-aziraphale]

I know his sunglasses are the same shape but… having to get used to Crowley’s new look is certainly an experience.

[unhappy-last-resort]

Astral Desires (Yandere Watanabe x Commandant GN Reader)

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, stalking(?), sneaking into your room without your knowledge, mentions non-con fingering, touches you in your sleep but nothing nsfw

A/N: This was sitting in my drafts for too long. Inspired by that out of pocket secret his astral frame has, that as far as I know, is not given any context or explanation so I assume he's just secretly insane and honestly. Fair.

Not proof read, please lmk any mistakes or improvements.

The lounge was quiet, save for an occasional patrol by the Gray Ravens checking in on their Commandant and making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. They've failed.

Watanabe knows this because Lee hasn't noticed his presence at all and he's willing to bet that he'll leave without checking every nook and cranny. Maybe one day he'll teach him to properly check for enemies without disturbing the Commandant, maybe. Right now though, their lack of awareness made sneaking into your room all the easier.

Lee appeared in his vision once again, doing his final cursory check of the lounge. Watanabe moved with him, staying crouched while evading his line of sight and the lounge security camera until Lee finally exited the room. Thankfully, Babylonia upgraded his Astral frame significantly, replacing his old stealth module with a new one and even adding additional modules and settings to enhance his abilities, turning what was an outdated frame into one that provided him with more of an edge over enemies and proved useful in ensuring a few deals for the Forsaken went smoothly. He should thank you for encouraging him to take it despite his dislike of Babylonia, he thinks to himself. Having verified the coast was clear, and knowing that the none of the other Ravens will make their rounds again for quite some time, Watanabe quickly opened the door to your dorm and entered, silently observing your dorm room as the door shut silently behind him.

Watanabe rolled his shoulders slightly, now he could relax a little more. He stood up straight and slowly walked to your sleeping form, not bothering to hide his presence save for his sound suppression module. You had a thin T-shirt on and he didn't care to guess what the sheets were hiding, he already knew. The artificial moonlight shining through your window illuminated your face beautifully, although he hated that you left the curtains open like that, he had to admit that he never tired of this sight. This was his and his alone.

During the daytime hours you're always putting on a brave face, keeping it together for your squad and others around you so they don't see the way your fingers trembled ever so slightly during the Space Station mission, or your anxiety as you're being shuttled to another mission, wondering if it's your last. At night however, it was different. When you think you're alone you'll let down your high walls and let your shoulders drop under the invisible pressure you always feel with every step. Sometimes you cry, stare at a wall in thought, or write in your journal. Watanabe always liked when you did that, because that's where all your unfiltered thoughts and feelings are put down. He's read every single page more times than he could count. It brought a faint smile to his lips, thinking about all the things he knew about you. You never opened up to him unlike the humans at the Forsaken HQ and his patience started to wear thin after a while.

He couldn't help it. He wanted- no, needed to know you more. Who were you under the heavy title of "commandant"? What were you like before? What would you be doing if it weren't for the Punishing Virus? Would you be happy if you lived on Earth, or do you prefer to live among the stars? Are you loyal to Babylonia or your companions? He wanted to learn so much about you, but you always kept a distance. He could feel it, he could feel an invisible wall you would put up, barring him from getting any closer and from your secrets slipping out, but you...you were like a flower blooming in the desert. Beautiful, resilient, and wonderous, can you blame him? Can you blame him for finally cracking and taking things into his own hands?

He moves towards your window and draws your curtains closed, careful not to be visible from any potential passerby. After all, your sleeping form and all the thoughts and expressions you don't let anyone else see is for his eyes and M.I.N.D. alone. He walks towards your bed slowly, as though he might wake you even though he knew you wouldn't, not even if he pried you open with his fingers. He only knows that because it done it a few times, oh how sweet your soft little whimpers were as you would squirm and writhe in your sleep. The memories tug a small smile out of the corner of Watanabe's lips and his eyes instinctually drag away from your face and down to your thighs at the thought.

Watanabe gently brushes the back of his fingers against your cheek, admiring the way your warmth seeps into his synthetic skin so easily, making his M.I.N.D. hum in satisfaction. He wonders if you'd ever let him this close to you if you were awake, he tilts his head in thought as his fingers brush your skin. Perhaps it's best that you don't, your position as a commandant might be put in danger if you allowed him to display his affection for you this way in public.

He pauses. Affection? Is this really affection, or just obsession at this point? He'd throw away everything for you if you asked him to. He would abandon everything if it meant he could have you, if it meant you'd devote yourself to him the way he does to you. God, if such a thing exists then grant him this one prayer.

Let him stay by your side until your youth fades and your body wilts and withers. And in your final moments, he'll capture your conscious and your memories so he can keep you and protect you until eternity.

Yes. Watanabe smiles softly as he gently lays next you, inhaling your scent and feeling your warmth. You are so naive, so trusting, but it's alright. He'll keep you safe. He's been around for longer, seen the deluge both humans and corrupted bring, he knows what's best. He knows what's best for you, he just needs you to trust him more. Watanabe slowly leans forward and softly kisses your cheek as his nose brushes against your skin.

"I'll keep you safe, Commandant. Even if you struggle against me, I'll make you come to me in the end."

[ithaquasbbg]

Hello I hope you are doing well!

I wanted to request some Joseph x reader headcanons!

I was wondering what you would think would happen if Joseph's s/o didn't exactly agree with camera world/him wanting to be immortal? because it obviously seems like he is striving to especially immortalize his loved ones. do you think his fear of death would cause problems in the relationship or anything else would arise due to this? (you can put this as yandere or not depending on how you interpret it. srry if you don't do yan I couldnt find your rules.)

thank you whether or not you decide to do this!

take care!

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Yoooo thanks for the Joseph request I love my George Washington knockoff 🫶 /j

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Joseph with a reader who dislikes the photo world ~ Headcanons

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Tw : paranoia, mentions of murder (Joseph’s camera world), dependency, trauma mentions

Extra : I didn’t go full “yandere” route partially because that’s not how I see jos, but I did play on him being a little possessive and desperate

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|🎀| Joseph is a man heavily influenced by the loss he has experienced throughout his life, and he couldn’t bear to lose you like everyone else, hence, he shares the concept of the photo world with you

|🎀| But when you make your intentions clear you have no interest in being preserved, his anxiety ramps up tenfold, though he’ll try his best to avoid showing it.

|🎀| Quickly becomes more protective of you, because he knows that he cannot keep you safe in his photo realm, no matter how much he may want to.

|🎀| Thankfully (for the both of you)- it’s quite hard to actually pass in the manor, though Joseph’s irrationality would get in the way of that fact.

|🎀| Joseph would probably be hurt by the fact that you don’t support his efforts to preserve the lives of others for two reasons. The first is that he is genuinely blinded by his trauma and believes he’s doing what’s best for everyone, and that it would be the best for you. The second reason is that he’s terrified you’d see him as a murderer and leave him like many other people had done in the past.

|🎀| He’s always been plagued with nightmares, though after the confrontation, he’d have more and more frequent nightmares, specifically of losing you and being unable to do anything, like what happened to Claude.

|🎀| Joseph may want to immortalize you, though he couldn’t bring himself to betray your trust. He has lacked a sense of security in his life since he was young, and you provide him that security he so desperately seeks out.

|🎀| If you return from a match injured, he’d be quick to find out who it was and shoot them no small amount of looks.

|🎀| That is.. after panicking over you of course.

|🎀| If it’s a little injury, such as a scrape or some bruising, Joseph would likely be a little tense and immediately try and bring up the idea of the photo world again, and would become dejected when the idea is declined.

|🎀| But if it’s a large injury, something severe, he’d be inconsolable, panicking and trying to get your permission for him to photograph you.

|🎀| The worst is when you’re sick, especially after the whole photo world debacle. Joseph is very self sacrificing by nature, and would destroy his own already frail health in an attempt to help you.

|🎀| However, there’s always the chance he’s gone against your wishes (if he got desperate enough) and taken your photo anyways, that way he could save you if you needed it.

[hologramcowboy]

I usually stay far away from Twitter and fandom drama and I don't follow fandom groups but given the dehumanizing posts I've been seeing online, I am going on a fairly long rant, this is just my view, of course, so please discard it if not relevant to you:

The people making posts like these:

are at the core of the bully mentality. You are dehumanizing a Human Being with the entitlement that you get to define how a negative experience affects them. You do not, in any universe, get to tell someone who has been affected by something at what level they have been affected. Simply because you are not them. Furthermore, you are biased and discriminating against Jared Padalecki because he is a celebrity. Jared is a human being first and foremost and, as we've seen in the past, he does do social listening. This means death threats and other cyber crimes do affect him, not to mention the very real stalking some of you do when he moves from country to country. You end up following him under his hotel or even worse situations.

This discussion happening within fandom should include him because he is a direct victim. Also, the intent to commit cyber crimes and sending death threats does not get cancelled out just because that person may or may not have read the thread/post. Do you get this? Do you understand that if your intention and energy is vile, whether the content reaches your target or not, your cyber crime is still in effect? "Jared is a big boy and he doesn't care". Really? In what universe would you be okay with receiving death threats, would your family love that for you? Oh, they would not? So why on earth would you say it is alright that Jared received death threats? Fans do affect an actor's psyche, actors live to bring you joy and when they see you go toxic and dangerous it does affect their psyche.

Aside from this, as mentioned earlier, some of you actually stalk him at cons and at different locations and do so with hateful intent. The gravity of your actions is what causes actors to hide in public, avoid open spaces, reinforce their security, have panic attacks and fear for their life. Yet here you are, online, claiming that it's all good because said person is a celebrity so who cares.

If you dislike Jared, that's a matter of taste and your business but if you dehumanize Jared to the point of denying the very real atrocious actions perpetuated towards him, then you are no different than the perpetrators. You are, in fact, the enablers so you are even worse. A bad intention or idea cannot form into action unless people enable it and you played a key part with your bias and lack of care.

Think of all that evil hitting your child or loved one or even yourself, is it still nothing now? Do you see how wrong it is to minimize the abuse people perpetuate? Jared is a kind human being, so he avoids getting into drama as much as he can but that doesn't mean he is not affected. Also, someone not being affected is never, ever, an excuse to abuse said person. It's pretty interesting how someone suddenly doesn't count as human in your eyes. Talking about the abuse Jared gets in no way takes away from the other victims, in fact, it provides evidence of the intent and maliciousness of the people who attacked those victims. So it is highly important to consider as well as discuss. If you actually care about the topic at hand and the people involved that is. If you actually cared about shifting paradigms and improving fandom experience.

Lastly, Jared does deserve an apology too, the behavior displayed towards him is inhuman, degrading and damaging. He's no different than all the other persons at the receiving end of atrocious behaviors. The fact that you cannot comprehend that shows you lack humanity and empathy. If this was you or a friend at the receiving end, you would do the right thing but because you resent Jared, you are trying to twist an important discussion to damage him further. Jared doesn't know you and never did anything against you yet you feel entitled to dehumanizing him.

Then there's this: The people who perpetuated these behaviors displayed them publicly as well, especially towards him, thus providing a horrible example for others to follow. If you really cared about resolving bullying you would know those were seriously damaging paradigms being disseminated online and encouraged. Those people felt entitled to tell others to end their existence and the reason this happened was because you chose to ignore it thinking "people are grown ups and they can defend themselves" and "that's a celebrity, I don't care". So you saw the very clear signs but ignored or encouraged. You enabled. Now you are trying to create drama centered on one of the victims instead of owning your part in all of that and working on ways to create healthier fandom experiences.

Let's look at this one:

"We can attack Jared haters(or Misha haters or Jensen haters) on any other day of the week" Not only is this person directly admitting to being no different than those perpetrators, she is actually saying that attacking is what they do on a daily basis. Is that supposed to be the normal response? To attack? So bullying is the solution to bullying? Since when? Since when has mobbing people become the norm? Behaviors can be addressed without even remotely attacking someone. If you've created vicious cycles where you gang up on each other then that's only going in one direction, the same one those cult girls had.

My point is, please gain awareness and focus on creating healthy paradigms rather than on victim shaming/blaming, attacking whoever you disapprove of (same pattern those cult girls had, silo mentality and one sided views) and stop enabling the people who created such a negative impact within fandom by allowing them to display disempowering behaviors. Stop feeding into negative patterns and starts building healthy ones. Change starts with you and, whether you are aware of it or not, your choices affect others.

It is truly heartbreaking how people can twist their love for a show into hating actors and other people instead of using that passion to connect with like minded souls and create beautiful experiences together.

[pjisskullourful]

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🚬Ethan × reader

part5/?? [series masterpost]

NSFW  🔥 smutterific nastytimes

° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

° flirtatious banter with your boyfriend in a hotel bar turns into a steamy, unforgettable valentines night [based february 2023]

wordcount::    5,799

° commissioned by the superb kat (@mistressofthecats-blog ) 💋 i can never thankyou enough for your patience& understanding

For your first Valentine’s Day as Ethan’s girlfriend you had planned a surprise for him.

After a day of work commitments, he had returned to an empty apartment. Awaiting him on the dining table was a note, telling him where to meet you. You had written that you expected him to be there at nine o’clock, requesting that he wear something nice. Then you had left a print of your red lipstick straight from your lips in the place of your name.

The fancy hotel bar was a deviation from the night spent on the sofa that he had been anticipating. He had proposed a pressure-free evening of watching scary movies together and cuddling.

You didn’t dislike his plan. In fact, you understood his reasoning that a lot of significance was placed upon a single date, setting up unfair expectations.

But you wanted more than his suggested ‘naked and cosy’.

You sat at the bar, your body poured into a brand new dress. There wasn’t a rowdy crowd in this upscale establishment, you went unbothered as you waited and exacted the second stage of your plan.

You were the only person sitting at the bar and for the most part, you had all of the young bartender’s attention. You had been relieved to find he was easy on the eyes. There was no real competition for your boyfriend, but you didn’t think there was any harm in tapping into his jealous side, and maybe the friendly bartender was the key.

“So, your girlfriend isn’t pissed off that you took the Valentine’s shift?” You asked upon securing eye-contact once again.

Without missing a beat, he responded. “What girlfriend?”

“No way.” You said, leaning forward with your elbows resting on the countertop. “I’m finding it hard to believe that you would be lacking company on Valentine’s Day.”

“You flatter me.”

“Just an observation.” You said.

He leaned against his side of the bar, looking you over with a smile. “Someone could say the same about you.” He nodded at the martini that partnered the one you were drinking from. “Do you always order your drinks in pairs?”

“That’s not a regular occurrence with your customers?” You asked. “It’s not for me.”

“Then who is it for?”

“A punctual man.”

“Hm. Duty calls.” He said as a couple approached a different section of the bar, requiring his attention.

You were helping yourself to another sip of your cocktail when you felt the warmth of a touch to your back. At the same time, you smelled a familiar cologne and a tall figure came into your peripheral vision.

Your boyfriend leaned in, speaking into your ear before you had the chance to turn and face him. “Making new friends?”

“Of course, you can never have too many.” You said.

“I don’t think he can keep up with a succubus like you.”

This wasn’t the first time he had compared you to a horny demon, but you made the decision to feign surprise. You opened your eyes wider and parted your lips as you moved on your seat, looking at him.

“Pardon me?” You asked, your tone full of shock. “Usually a gentleman would introduce himself before daring to be so cheeky.”

Ethan’s eyebrows raised. “You’re looking for a gentleman?”

“I haven’t really decided yet.” You said. “But you could at least tell me your name.”

He didn’t shy away from your game of Strangers at the Bar, there was a sparkle in his eyes that told you he was in the mood for some playing around. “I’m Ethan, and you are?”

He stood alongside you as you provided your name, this new view allowing you a more thorough look at your boyfriend’s current appearance. He looked to belong at this upscale establishment, dressed in a classic black suit. Your interest went to the shirt he wore underneath and the way he had neglected the top four buttons.

This was enough of a glimpse at his bare skin to get your mind racing. The rest of the bar faded away as you recalled feeling that hot, taut skin with your fingertips. But that didn’t seem to be enough for tonight - it was a special occasion, after all. You anticipated dragging your pointed nails across his pectorals. This escalated to picturing your teeth on his flesh, which was such an enticing visual that you didn’t care to acknowledge the approaching bartender with even the slightest turning of your head. Had that nice man told you his name while you had been invested in chatting? You genuinely didn’t know.

Because all that you knew right now was Ethan. And, judging by the way he was looking you up-and-down, he was sharing a similar focus.

“Is this for me?” He asked, a finger indicating to the untouched martini.

“If you want it to be…”

He sat down on the stool next to yours and picked up the glass. Your eyes didn’t settle on one area of interest, with your mind guiding you to more depraved ideas. As your eyes swept over him, you were making plans of where to leave your marks on the wonderland that was his body. You were scanning him like a wild cat with its prey, ready to strike with full force. But it wasn’t time for that yet.

“What makes you think I’m a succubus? Or was that just wishful thinking?” You asked.

“It wasn’t meant as an insult, or anything.”

“I didn’t take it as one, don’t worry.”

“Let’s just say that I’m good at reading people, hm?”

“So I’ve got the aura of a succubus?” You asked.

“I think it’s a little too soon to say. Maybe as the night goes on I’ll be able to give you a definitive answer.” He said, crossing one leg over the other. “I doubt that I’m the first to tell you this, but you look stunning in that dress.”

You smiled, pleased to get his approval on the new garment. It was a little black dress, with an extra emphasis on little - the hem rested high up on your thighs and the top showed off a generous amount of cleavage. You wanted to encourage his staring, showing off only for him.

“Thank you. It wasn’t easy to get into, a fashionable challenge. But a sweet compliment like that makes it worth it.” You said. “I’m probably gonna need some help to get out of it…”

“Now who’s being cheeky?” He asked.

You tossed your hair back off of your bare shoulder and leaned in a little closer. “I’m just saying, you look like a man who’s good with his hands.”

He cleared his throat, seeming to take an extra second to stare at you before coming up with a response. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would.” You retorted quickly. “How many more martinis do I need to buy you to find out?”

“Well this one is just about done.”

You picked up your glass and finished your cocktail with a single swig, leaving a print of your dark red lipstick on the glass. “That guy is good at mixing drinks, but I’m in the mood for something fancier.” He furrowed his brow. “Oh, I’m just thinking about the complimentary bottle of champagne that’s up in the fabulous room I’ve got booked for the night.” You reached your hand out, placing it on his knee. His eyes tracked this movement while you watched him visibly swallow. “Are you a fan of champagne, Ethan?”

His eyes swept up your body, to your face. The brown of his eyes appeared darker than before and he licked his lips. “Yes, I am.”

“That’s interesting.” You said as a keen smile pulled at the corner of your mouth.

He leaned in closer to you and you could see the colour that was rising in his cheeks. “It would be a shame for your Valentine’s Day to be nothing more than you drinking champagne alone in your uncomfortable dress…”

You moved your hand off of his knee, moving onto his thigh. “Actually, it would be a shame for you, because you wouldn’t get to find out that I am also very good with my hands. Amazing, or so I’ve been told.”

“You have a room upstairs?” He asked.

“Uh-huh, and I think you would look fantastic in it.” You said. “But it’s your choice to make- martinis or champagne, crowded bar or private room.” You held onto his leg firmly.

“I’d rather die than let you go up to that room on your own…”

“Great. It’s getting a bit too loud in here for my liking.” You said - a complete lie, with the other patrons minding their manners and using only inside voices. “Would you like to go right now?”

Before he could respond, the bartender returned to stand opposite the two of you. You barely paid any attention to the friendly smile on his face, you knew that he wasn’t about to say anything of significance. He collected the pair of empty glasses from the counter. “Can I get you guys another round?”

You looked at your boyfriend. “Ethan?”

He flashed a polite, but quick, smile to the worker. “We’re fine, thanks.”

The bartender took his cue to leave you alone, with Ethan watching him walk out of earshot. Once a certain distance was reached, Ethan returned his attention to you, leaning in, now close enough that you could feel his body heat.

“I can’t leave right now.” He said.

“Can’t?” You repeated curiously. “What do you mean…?” You trailed off, getting distracted by the way he was pointedly nodding his head down. With wide eyes and a clenched jaw, he was clearly indicating to something of importance.

You looked down, dropping your gaze down to his lap and what you saw here made your eyes grow wide too. In the dim lighting of the room, you could see a protrusion in his pants, which hadn’t been there before. You received a giddy rush from the nonverbal compliment that was his erection.

As he tried to keep his legs positioned in a way that concealed this from everyone but you, you began to grin. It had been a week since the two of you had gotten the chance to fuck, leading him to being easier to arouse than you had anticipated. You were flattered by his reaction to you and your new dress.

You were also pleased that this part of your plan had gone down without a hitch. And you didn’t intend to waste time before going to the next step.

You took your hand off of his leg so that you could pick up your clutch-style bag. He dropped his hands into his lap, further hiding the erection. You opened your bag, plucking out a single, flat item.

“You really aren’t a gentleman.” You said.

“You have no idea.”

You were grinning as you stood up from your seat. You stood next to him, smelling his cologne stronger than ever as you pressed your body to his arm. “Whenever you’re ready to join me…” You moved your hand down, seeking the pocket of his pants as he silently watched you. You slid the extra keycard into his pocket, reaching further than was necessary.

He flinched, his whole body seeming to tense as you briefly encountered his boner. He was holding his breath as you took your hand away, keeping it casual for the moment.

“The room number’s on the card. I’ll be ready for you…” You said.

“Don’t open the champagne without me.”

“Okay.” You said, fluttering your eyelashes at him before you turned away.

You carried your bag with you as you headed for the exit of the bar. When you were more than halfway across the floor, you glanced back to check on your boyfriend.

And he was staring at you, turned around on his seat to admire the open-back design of your dress. HIs hand remained resting in his lap, protecting his cock from view.

You faced forward again, walking a little quicker as you approached the hotel lobby. You could hardly wait to set up the next, and far superior, part of the night.

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In his absence, you were able to set the scene to perfection - you could bring your fantasy to life. There were candles that you had strategically placed around the suite, which you lit. You left only one light switched on, the room dimmed in a seductive fashion. You shut the curtains and tucked your overnight bags out of sight.

You removed your dress, hanging it neatly in the closet. But you kept your very high heels on, as well as your thigh high black stockings. Still dressed in your matching, lacy lingerie, you laid yourself out on the bed. Your long hair splayed out around you and you parted your legs.

As you stared at the shut door, you slipped a hand beneath the thin material of your panties. You didn’t want to rush, just caressing the hot skin of your labia majora as you waited for your boyfriend. You could feel the eagerness as a tight ball in your gut.

When you heard the lock turn as triggered by his keycard, you licked your lips. He opened the door, but only took one step before seemingly getting overwhelmed by the sight of you in your current state. His eyes grew wide as his face went blank, the way it did when you succeeded in using your sexual powers to turn his brain into mush.

“What took you so long? I could hardly wait.” You said, continuing to rub yourself.

“Fuck, baby…” He breathed, standing still to take the scene in for a few more moments.

When he did start moving again, it was in a rush, with him quickly ditching his jacket. As this hit the ground, you lifted your head and removed your hand from your panties. He briefly paused to remove his shoes and you reached for a small box you had earlier placed on the nightstand.

“I have a gift for you…”

“Do you mean something more than this set-up? Because you’ve already pulled out all the stops for this.” He said as he removed his belt. You tossed the box at him and he caught it easily, taking a look at what was printed on the cardboard. He furrowed his brow. “Why do I have this? It’s a prescription for you.”

He didn’t recognise the name of the medication, but that didn’t matter.

“Yep, it’s a prescription for The Pill. I started taking them last week because I don’t want any barrier between us, ever again.” You said.

“That’s amazing.” He remarked, no longer plagued by confusion.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

“God, I wanna absolutely spoil you.” He said.

Standing at the end of the bed, he removed his pants and you saw the developing erection pushing against his green underwear. He placed his knees on the bed and moved toward you. While his hands were preoccupied with undoing his buttons, you lifted your hand that had been used to stroke your pussy, lifting it up to his face. You caressed his bottom lip with your fingers, with him responding by opening his mouth and taking the tips of your fingers into his mouth. His eyes locked onto yours as he began to suck on your fingers. You smiled up at him, feeling how your heart had begun to race.

He removed the shirt, tossing it to the floor. You placed both of your hands to the back of his neck, yanking him down to you. Your lips finally met in a breathless kiss and he got to work taking off your underwear. He used one hand to help you in the task of getting his briefs off.

Rushing ahead, you were soon feeling his tip at your wet entrance. You sucked on his bottom lip as he started to enter you, stuffing your pussy with his throbbing length.

You pushed your tongue into his mouth, flicking up as his hips pressed into yours. He moaned, adjusting his arms to find the ideal way to hold you. Your bodies were beginning to melt into each other, the smell of his cologne infiltrating your nostrils.

He rocked deeper into you, moaning again as your walls fluttered around him, with your sensitivity growing. You braced yourself with your hands on his shoulders as you felt the hunger in his movements.

On the next thrust, he broke the kiss, shivering on top of you. You licked your lips and arched your back into him. His eyes were shut as you gazed up at him, enjoying watching him getting lost in the pleasure.

He struggled to catch his breath, but this didn’t translate into him slowing, and soon his hips were crashing into yours again, with just as much energy. You gave into the building momentum, tapping into the magic as things began to swell up in you.

You prepared for him to rock back, but this didn’t happen.

His eyes flashed open as he suddenly gasped in a quick breath. “Ah.”

“Give it to me, babe.” You moaned, dragging your nails down his back.

“Uh, unf…” He whined and you could feel him twitching as his arms tightened around you. “I’m gonna… oh, oh fuck…” You were surprised, thrown off of your rhythm. “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m com- ah.”

You held onto him as his hips spasmed unpredictably. His breathing shallowed as he disappeared into the climax.

Then he unclenched, lifting his head off of your shoulder as his arms unwound from around you. Immediately, he covered his face with one of his hands. He rolled off of you, starting to catch his breath as he lay next to you. You were left feeling like you had been pulled out of a dream too quickly.

“That was so damn fast, I’m sorry.” He said. “That’s never happened to… fuck, sorry babe.”

You rolled onto your side, assessing his current state as you worked to adjust to this unexpected change of pace. “What are you apologising for?”

He had yet to look at you. “For being disappointingly fast. I really didn’t think it was gonna happen that quick, it just happened before I could help it, and…”

You swooped in, planting a kiss on his lips before he could stop you. “And that’s fine. Stop freaking out over it, you big idiot.” He slightly separated two of his fingers, peering at you cautiously. “I take it as a compliment.”

This succeeded in getting him to uncover his face. “Really?”

“Really.” You repeated and you took your chance to pepper his face with more kisses. “I can’t think of a better way for you to show me just how much I turn you on.” You climbed on top of him, your kisses travelling down his throat as he started to smile a little. “I’m too flattered to be disappointed. You would have to try so much harder to disappoint me.”

“You’re incredible.” He said.

“Oh, yeah? Am I the best Valentine you’ve ever had?” You asked with a grin.

“Are you kidding? There is literally no comparison.” He said, making pride swell up in your chest. “All that I wanted to do was watch old movies and fool around on the couch. But you went next level with it- next, next level, in fact. I had no idea that you were so good at Valentine’s Day.”

You sat up, laughing. “Yeah, me neither.” You didn’t waste your time reflecting on the past partners you had shared this occasion with, they weren’t worth remembering. You were consumed by your present, tapping your boyfriend on the tip of his nose. “You’re worth it.”

“Do you wanna know what you’re worth?” He asked, sitting up as well. You nodded and he leaned in, a smile on his face as he moved to kiss you on the cheek. “Worship.”

“Could you be a bit more specific?” You asked.

“Uh-huh.”

He readjusted, sitting up with his back resting against the headboard of the bed. He grabbed your hips and pulled you over to him. Before you could place yourself in his lap, he was guiding you to turn around. You turned your body away from him and this was when he pulled you close, getting you on top of him with your back pressed to his chest.

“Worship.” This time he said the word in a whisper, holding your attention in two syllables. You didn’t ask him to elaborate, you just listened to his steady breathing in the otherwise silent room. You looked at his face, seeing the serious expression he wore as he slowly drank in the details of you.

He raised his hands, placing his fingertips to your shoulders so that he could gradually drag them down your arms. Your skin raised into goosebumps in response to this too-light touch.

“Worship every inch of you.” He said, his breath hot on your cheek.

Next, his fingertips went to your hips. As he steadily worked his way up, laughter bubbled up in you, you found yourself far more ticklish than usual. You couldn’t help but squirm a little as he stroked up-and-down your sides, clearly enjoying this.

Before you could get irritated by this teasing, he moved on. You were feeling a new wave of sensitivities, your cheeks flushed pink as he reached for the clasp of your black bra. Your nipples were already firm as he removed the lingerie, tossing it away. His open hands moved up-and-down your torso, only slightly warming the bare flesh and leaving you aching for a more substantial touch.

Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt those capable hands on your legs. He employed a firmer touch as he explored your thighs.

“As much as I enjoyed looking at you in that dress…” He began.

You giggled. “That slutty thing barely qualifies as a dress.”

“Let’s not debate fashion.” He said. “My point is, I loved how you looked in it, you couldn’t have looked any more perfect. But it just made me think about all of the things under it…” He brought his hands up to the tops of your thighs. “...all of the gorgeous curves and delicious parts of you. It was driving me crazy, trying to behave because we were in public, when all that I wanted to do was rip that dress off of you- to get to the underneath, to get to you.”

Your mouth fell slack when he suddenly applied his lips to your nipple. He kept your legs separated, massaging your thighs as he lavished the firm nipple with attention. You writhed in his lap as you felt all of these sensations on a deep level. His tongue played across your nipple and your breath was coming in quicker.

There was already heat pooling in your pussy when he reached for it, cupping it in his hand. He massaged you here, rubbing as you had earlier.

But he went further than you, using two fingers to ease back your folds. He slid a finger up, gliding up to your clitoral hood so that he could give it a slow rub. You knew that he wasn’t giving you all that he could (he was going to dedicate some time to building you up), but right now this caress was all that you needed. You trembled, feeling your legs turn to jelly.

He started to move his fingers in little circles, applying just enough pressure. You sank deeper into the pleasure, unable to keep yourself entirely still.

But before you could grind your hips in time with him, fully giving into this enticing rhythm - he changed his approach, relocating his finger.

He sought out your wet entrance and you opened your eyes, looking at him. He had an expression of concentration, not missing a single reaction from you.

He lined the tip of his finger up, spreading you open so that he could push inside. He licked his lips as his finger ventured deeper. His other hand remained on your thigh, gripping you here and making it impossible for you to move your leg.

A second finger was soon sliding into you, bringing an excited whine out of you. He started to massage your sensitive inner-walls.

“I think that you get it now, you get what I mean by worship, hm?” He said.

“Mm-hmm.” You all too eagerly agreed. “Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to, babe.”

He began to fuck you with his fingers, setting into a pace that promised to take you higher. You stared into his eyes, letting him see exactly what he was doing to you.

When he curled his fingers inside of you it made you feel like you could float away from everything else.

But before you could get too invested in this feeling, he was withdrawing the digits. He dragged the two coated fingers up, painting your clit with your arousal. Now his fingers slid all over the hood, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through your body.

“Fuck, babe.” You whispered.

Your nerves were fraying as he returned his mouth to your hard nipple, sucking it between his lips. You shut your eyes with a heavy sigh and pushed your hips forward, gaining more pressure from him.

He took his hand off your leg. At the same time as he let you feel his teeth on your nipple, he pushed two fingers into you. There was no stopping the scream that came in response to this, your delight threatening to overflow.

He masterfully multi-tasked through this, ensuring that the pleasure was hitting you from all directions. From the way he manipulated your nipple to his toying with your clitoral hood, it was all overwhelming in the most divine way. As you squirmed in his lap your vision was dominated by stars.

He completed every deep stroke inside of you by curling his fingers up and it made your knees buckle. You lost yourself in his hungry pace.

Under his control, the pressure snapped and your release flooded through you, pulling a long moan out of you. Seizing his victory, he stilled his hands. He let you gush your excitement all over him as he took his mouth off of you.

You slumped against him, wonderfully weak as you basked in the afterglow. He wrapped his arms around you and you were perfectly content.

His kisses on your cheek gently brought you back to reality, back to the flickering lights and shadows. You took in a deep breath as he nuzzled his nose against the side of your face.

“You’re not too tired after that, are you?” He asked.

“No, and I know you’re not, either.” You said, acknowledging the erection pressing into you by grinding your ass against it a little.

“Is that okay with-... I mean, we can open the champagne and have a little breather if you wanna.”

You lifted yourself out of his lap, propped up on your knees as you turned to look at him. “The champagne can wait.”

He smiled and you put your hands to his shoulders, starting to move him. He allowed you to push him down, flat on his back.

You climbed on top of him, one of your shoes knocked free of your foot as you straddled him. You didn’t pay any attention to where the high heel landed, your focus was entirely dedicated to lining your swollen cunt up with his cock. He took your hips in his hands, staring up at you.

His eyelids fluttered as his dick started to disappear into you again. Your walls spasmed around his length as you took him deeper, filling yourself up. Delighted tingles raced through your system, an echo of the orgasm just experienced. He gazed at you, captivated and paying you compliments without having to speak a single word.

He let you set the pace and you explored the range of movement allowed by your current position. You stroked yourself up-and-down his shaft, watching as his breath began to come in quicker.

He rolled his hips into you and guided you further down, creating a greater impact between your bodies. The friction was dazzling you and he kept getting closer to your sweet spot.

You couldn’t help speeding up, needing to get everything that you could out of this synergy. He met every enthusiastic snap of your hips, panting from the effort with a look of determination on his handsome face.

He lifted himself up from the mattress and secured you in his arms, bringing your body close to his. In one swift movement, he flipped you over. You just moaned as he took the top, pressing a few kisses to your lips. He picked up one of your legs, guiding it around his waist to spread you further.

He plunged down into you, bringing a scream from you when he hit your g-spot. You tossed your head back, arching your back into him as he consistently hit you in that perfect place.

“Yes.” He moaned in response to your walls tightening around his leaking dick.

He firmly struck your ass with his open hand a few times, making you whine as you writhed beneath him. The pressure was building up inside of you again, making you desperate.

He hit your ass some more and you felt all of the muscles in your body clench. Your nails dug into the skin on his shoulders as you listened to the huffs of effort that accompanied his merciless jolting into you.

“Unf…” His choked sob filled the room as he sped up.

You could feel him unloading into you, before the last powerful pumps took you over the edge and you promptly followed him into the climax. With your whole body pulsing from pleasure, you unleashed your squirt all over his cock.

You slumped back onto the mattress and he finished with some slow, decadent strokes inside of you. With all of your combined reckless lust now spent, tenderness rushed in to take its place. He kissed you sweetly as he slowly pulled out and you rubbed his shoulders.

As he laid down next to you, silence and stillness enveloped the suite. You had been used up by your passion and some recovery time would be necessary.

In the blissful moments after your climax all that you knew was him. You had his sweat on your body, you could smell only him as you listened to him catching his breath. And you didn’t need to know anything else, your heart feeling full as you silently enjoyed his company.

You recovered faster than him, leaving him alone on the mattress after a time. You were still wearing one of your high heels, this was kicked off before you walked over to the dining table.

He was roused by the sound of the cork being removed from the bottle of champagne. You managed to open it without any major spillage, pouring liquid into the two provided glasses.

He propped himself up on the pillows as you brought the drinks over. “Thanks, creep. And I don’t just mean this, I mean the whole night, I’ve loved every minute of it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said and he raised a hand up to your cheek, bringing you in for a kiss. “I’m so lucky to get to spend Valentine’s Day with you.”

As you sipped on the champagne, you chatted about your days (getting to the catching up that had been sacrificed while you pretended to be strangers). It was a gradual come down from the dizzying heights, with the two of you connecting in a different way.

You laid down before you ran out of things to say, facing each other, with as much skin touching as possible.

*** *** ***

When you awoke in the morning, you could immediately feel that your heart was still so full. Your plan had been a roaring success and the happiness from last night echoed.

Facing away from you, Ethan slept on. You corrected your position that had been shifted during sleep and scooted in closer to him, lining your body up with his. You wrapped both of your arms around him, doing away with any distance between the two of you. You gave him a brief squeeze, inhaling deeply.

But being the big spoon didn’t feel like enough. Your mind started to wander and you sought a better view of his body, so you lifted your chin to rest on his shoulder. You readjusted the blanket that covered him and cast your eyes down.

His dick was pointing directly in front of him, hard even as he slumbered.

You held one arm around his middle while your other hand travelled lower. You paid attention to his breathing as you extended your index finger. You touched the warm skin of his dick, stroking towards the head, but not letting your finger touch it. He gave a slight flinch, but his breathing remained deep and even.

You amused yourself by seeing how much you could get away with. You added more fingers to your caress and lingered for a little longer. Then you held the shaft in your hand, your fingers loosely curled as you gave it a few lazy strokes. There were twitches in his body and his breathing lost its relaxed rhythm. His cock was dry, but you knew how quickly that could be changed.

He stirred when you gently passed your fingers over his head. “What are you doin’?”

You grinned and applied some kisses to his shoulder. “I’m being the best alarm clock ever.” You responded, getting a chuckle from him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“You don’t have to stop.” He said.

You picked yourself up, climbing over him to place yourself in front of him. You gave him a push to get him on his back and began to move down. You steadied his dick with one hand as you got into position. You dropped your eyes from his face as you parted your lips. You leaned in, taking the crown of his dick into your mouth.

“Baby…” He breathed. “First thing in the fuckin’ morning… and after all the shit we did last night… how do you…? Your sex drive is, like- you might need Jesus.”

You took him out of your mouth. “It’s my love language.”

“Blow jobs, that’s your love- oh…” He whined as you took him in deeper.

“Mm-hmm.” You hummed around his shaft and he squirmed under you.

He sighed deeply, giving in and allowing you to massage his dick with your tongue. You were happy to stay there, thrilled by his building reactions.

“Actual fuckin’ succubus.” 

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Seeing @ionlydrinkhotwater ask why Simon would like the mage makes me think... Simon is young, vulnerable and neglected... We can become attached to people who are bad news, especially in that position. 

Simon doesn’t know the mage created the entire situation – all he knows is that he has nobody, and this is the only adult who has ever claimed him. From Simon’s POV, the mage is the person who showed up and took him to a world of wonder. He’s the reason Simon has access to a world where he met all the people he loves, where he made the only friends he’s ever had, where he fell in love (with Baz) before he knew what it was (even if he didn’t know it then, he did miss Baz when he didn’t see him, he did look forward to going back and seeing him again, he’s already thinking about him before he even brings up his list of “things he miss about Watford”), where he created all his happy memories. 

The mage provided a purpose and structure, guidance and an understanding of the world to a kid who had none of these things (long after the mage is gone, Simon still goes back to his words to make sense of the magickal world). He give that to a kid who didn’t know himself, who felt ugly and forgotten, who disliked himself and didn’t want to be alone in his head. Who didn’t want to think. That alone would be enough to make Simon feel special. For a vulnerable kid who doesn’t know any better, it would be just enough to become attached. The mage made Simon feel important. 

This is not the only instance where the series shows how vulnerability can be exploited. We think of the characters as growing up (in more than one way) as the series progresses, but I think about Lamb, looking at Baz and seeing a child. A lost child. Baz, vulnerable and lost, wishing Lamb was around in a moment of weakness, because Lamb provided guidance, and that provides direction. Security... even after Lamb threatened him with fire. Of course Baz wanted to trust him. Of course Simon wanted to trust the mage. And of course that exposed them to be lied to, manipulated, etc. After all, “the adults know best!” “they know what’s best for them” without feeling the need to ever tell them shit. Not shit that matters, anyway. 

To top it all, Simon doesn’t know what it is like to have loving adult figures in his life. His normal-meter is all fucked up. The mage was the only adult in his life, so he had nothing to compare it to... the mage and the Wellbeloves. But the thing about the Wellbeloves is that they’re conditional. They’re there because he’s connected to Agatha: as a classmate, as a friend, and then later as “a future son-in-law.” The Wellbeloves show Simon kindness – they are the reason Simon is happy during the holidays (the parents and not Agatha herself, because Simon liked being welcomed to a comfortable, luxurious home by adults who treat him well, things he never fucking had, but he didn’t like being alone there with Agatha as a boyfriend – note how he uses language like “being trapped,” describes only how being there started their friendship and nothing else and never thinks about her as a factor when listing the things he likes about being there). He thinks of the Wellbeloves as parental figures who can provide with the things he desperately wants but is lacking (which I think is a big reason why he got into and then stayed in a relationship with Agatha, even when it was souring their friendship, even when the signs of unhappiness and discomfort showed up) but he never thinks of them as his parental figures. He’s always an outsider. His presence is, again, always conditional. 

At the end of the day, the mage is the only adult tied directly to Simon, the one who keeps showing up (that, by itself, can make Simon feel a certain way... enough to wish iirc for him to perhaps be his father) (and Wellbeloves would also serve as a big reminder of what Simon doesn’t have – being called son by Dr Wellbelove not like he’s his son but like he can be a son). The tragedy of this, of course, is that the mage’s interference left Simon a homeless orphan in the first place. He’s the source of Simon’s biggest issues... but Simon never learns of this while growing up. By the time he starts to see the true awfulness of the mage, he has been attached for years, and those type of feelings are hard to turn off completely. 

What Simon has with Penny is strong and is real love, but also: much of their relationship is Penny taking care of Simon. It’s Penny supporting him and sort of “adopting” him as a full-time job. That made Penny the one he always turn to, but I don’t think that provided Simon with a template to know how to “give back.” I think Simon only learns that from Baz (a natural caretaker) when they start to communicate in awtwb. He begins to learn how to “give” and be in a loving relationship. Before he learns from Baz, how does Simon measures “a good” relationship? What are the parameters? To have the person taking care of him? To have the person help him fit into the society where he wants to belong?... In his eyes, didn’t the mage do that by getting him into school? By teaching him the ways of the world? Teaching him how to fight, giving him a purpose, making him feel “useful” in a place where he wanted to belong etc etc. The mage mistreating him would not be a wake up call by itself then, when he’s still giving him “everything else.” When Simon doesn’t know better. You know what they say about the way abusers give and take. Well. Food for thought. 

[electronicgadgetbd]

Why Apple Brand famous and Valuable in world?

Apple is a product that people aspire to. Some of the features and app performance in Apple have made Apple a popular and valuable band. Where there are many settings with advanced security that are effective in solving the problem of using your smart phone.

However, everyone has some likes and dislikes. But in this world of ours there are some things or products which are pearl of every human eye, cherished love in heart. Apple is a product that is preferred by about 70% of people. Although most people are unable to buy it due to lack of money. There are many people who think that if he can use an Apple product, his respect will increase in the society. 

In my little research, I found that the younger generation really prioritizes people who have an Apple product or an iPhone. It is also considered that since Apple product is an expensive product. It has a high value and the person who uses it is also valuable.

Why people give importance to Apple brand?

People give importance to the Apple brand for several reasons, which have evolved over time due to a combination of factors. Here are some key reasons:

1. Innovation and Design: Apple has a history of innovative product design and technology. Products like the iPhone, iPad, and MacBook have introduced new features and design concepts that have set industry standards and redefined user expectations. The sleek and minimalist design of Apple products also contributes to their appeal.

2. User Experience: Apple products are known for their user-friendly interfaces and intuitive user experience. The company places a strong emphasis on creating products that are easy to use and navigate, making technology more accessible to a wider audience.

3. Ecosystem Integration: Apple has created a seamless ecosystem that allows its products to work together seamlessly. For example, data and content can easily be shared between devices like iPhones, iPads, MacBooks, and Apple Watches. This integration provides a cohesive user experience that enhances convenience and productivity.

4. Status Symbol and Brand Identity: Apple products are often associated with luxury and status. Owning an Apple product can be seen as a symbol of success and trendiness. The brand's strong identity and marketing campaigns have contributed to this perception.

5. Quality and Reliability: Apple products are generally known for their high build quality and reliability. This reputation has been built over years of consistent performance and durability, which in turn fosters customer loyalty.

6. Ecosystem Lock-In: Once a person becomes accustomed to the Apple ecosystem (apps, services, and devices), there can be a reluctance to switch to other platforms due to the potential hassle of transferring data and learning new systems. This creates a sort of lock-in effect, where customers stick with Apple products to maintain consistency.

7. Strong Marketing and Branding: Apple's marketing strategies are well-known for their emotional appeal and storytelling. Their advertisements often focus on the user experience and how their products can enrich people's lives, creating a connection between the brand and its customers.

8. App Store and Services: Apple's App Store is a major draw for developers and users alike. The extensive app library provides a wide range of tools, games, and services that enhance the functionality and entertainment value of Apple devices.

9. Privacy and Security: Apple emphasizes privacy and security features in its products, which appeals to users who are concerned about data protection and digital security.

10. Customer Support: Apple's customer support and service are often praised for their responsiveness and willingness to help. This level of support contributes to a positive overall experience for customers.

Why is Apple an expensive brand?

Apple is often considered an expensive brand for several reasons:

1. Premium Materials and Build Quality: Apple products are known for their high-quality materials and meticulous attention to detail in their design and construction. This can result in higher manufacturing costs, which are then reflected in the final price of the products.

2. Research and Development: Apple invests heavily in research and development to create innovative products and technologies. These R&D costs are factored into the pricing of their products.

3. Innovative Features: Apple often introduces new and cutting-edge features in its products. These features can add to the production costs, driving up the overall price.

4. Design and Aesthetics: The sleek and minimalist design of Apple products is a significant selling point. The design process involves not only functionality but also aesthetics, which can contribute to the premium pricing.

5. Marketing and Branding: Apple's strong brand identity and marketing campaigns contribute to the perception of exclusivity and luxury associated with their products. This allows them to command higher prices in the market.

6. Ecosystem Integration: The seamless integration of Apple products within the Apple ecosystem is a key selling point. This integration requires significant investment in software development, which contributes to the overall cost.

7. Supply Chain and Logistics: Apple has a complex global supply chain and manufacturing process. Ensuring consistent quality and availability of components and products comes with its own costs.

8. Customer Support and Services: Apple offers customer support and services that contribute to the overall value of their products. This support infrastructure comes with costs that are included in the product pricing.

9. Profit Margin: Like any company, Apple aims to make a profit. The pricing strategy is designed to generate revenue that supports ongoing operations, research, and expansion.

10. Perceived Value: Apple has cultivated a brand image that associates its products with luxury, innovation, and quality. This perception of value allows them to set higher prices that their loyal customers are often willing to pay.

It's important to note that while Apple products are considered expensive, they also offer a combination of design, features, user experience, and ecosystem integration that many users find worthwhile. Additionally, Apple's pricing strategy is a deliberate choice to position their products in the premium market segment, which is not the only approach taken by tech companies. Different brands cater to various market segments with varying pricing strategies and value propositions.

What are Apple's products now?

Apple offers a range of products across different categories

1. iPhone: Apple's flagship product, a line of smartphones known for their design, performance, and integration with the iOS ecosystem.

2. iPad: A line of tablets that come in various sizes and configurations, catering to different user needs such as entertainment, productivity, and creativity.

3. MacBook: Apple's line of laptops known for their premium build quality, performance, and macOS operating system.

4. iMac: All-in-one desktop computers with a sleek design, powerful performance, and high-resolution displays.

5. Mac Pro: A high-performance desktop computer designed for professionals and power users who require maximum processing power and expandability.

6. Mac Mini: A compact desktop computer that offers versatility and performance, suitable for various tasks.

7. Apple Watch: A smartwatch that integrates with iPhones and offers fitness tracking, health monitoring, notifications, and more.

8. AirPods: Wireless earbuds that offer convenience and seamless integration with Apple devices.

9. HomePod: A smart speaker that combines audio quality with Siri voice assistance and smart home integration.

10. Apple TV: A media streaming device that allows users to access streaming services, apps, and content on their television.

11. Software and Services: In addition to hardware products, Apple offers a range of software services, including the iOS and macOS operating systems, the App Store, iCloud storage, Apple Music, Apple Arcade, Apple TV+, and more.

[shorkbrian]

Villain! Bakugo out here with a Mommy kink hoping for milk? Sign me up

I did a bunch of research on this, and am armed with practical knowledge of how Bakugou might treat you if he had a lactation kink.

(What to expect - HEAVY lactation kink, not super NSFW but it’s there, dubcon. I get a bit more explanatory and less smutty lol sorry)

At the beginning of his kink development, Bakugou wouldn’t necessarily be looking to actually make his partner lactate. He just finds the sensations comforting, lying on a pillowy chest, wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking until he falls asleep. Does he have an oral fixation? Maybe, but that’s not necessarily why he’d do it.

Something about the closeness, the skin-to-skin contact, the trust and safety that’s felt just really gets him going. He gets all soft and relaxed, sucking on his babe’s nipples. As such a rough, irritated guy, the oxytocin he gets from committing such a deeply intimate act is literally like a drug to him. He wants more and more of that feeling, of the close connection with his darling, whether or not they’d be willing.

It’s a huge, huge act of love and generosity, especially taking the time to commit and induce lactation.

Bakugou would go all out, he’d have pumps, creams, make his darling eat a special diet, I think he’d even go to lengths to get lactation-inducing drugs. Lactation can happen outside of pregnancy, it just takes a lot of time, patience, and research.

Those drugs (like Domperidone) have to be taken 3-4 times a day, pumping has to happen pretty regularly, and the woman has to be relatively relaxed and in a good headspace. Stress, poor sleep, and a lack of water or food can result in a woman’s production lessening and drying up, so Bakugou’s darling really isn’t going to ever get a break.

Like, she’s stressed because she’s with him, because he’s so controlling and possessive and won’t let any other man even look at her. Stressed because Bakugou insists on her lactating, even if she’s not that into it or if it makes her uncomfortable. Stressed how needy and demanding the man is, how it’s his way or the highway, how if she doesn’t go along with whatever he wants, Bakugou accuses her of not loving him.

So already, it’ll be hard for lactation to happen.

But every night, just like clockwork, Bakugou’s there.

He’ll knead your breasts for a while, warming them up, enjoying the feel of them in his hands. Sometimes he’ll do this when you’re watching TV, or trying to cook dinner, or on your phone. Just sidles up behind you and grabs your chest, squeezing and groping and massaging the mounds with care.

While he’s rough and aggressive during sex, he’s more controlled during times like these, softer and less prone to acting like he’s got a toilet bristle brush shoved up his ass.

After he’s sufficiently “warmed you up” you get sat down somewhere comfy - sometimes the couch, but preferably the bed, just in case Bakugou feels a little more pent up than usual and wants to relieve some stress using your body in another way.

If he hasn’t stripped you of your shirt already, that’s next, along with your bra. Bakugou prefers you to be completely nude, but you find that extraordinarily uncomfortable, so after a couple of heated arguments, Bakugou’s decided to relent on that rule.

The man’s shirt comes off too, so he gets to lie flush against your and feel your soft flesh against his own.

The first couple of times, he had always started out far too eager, pulling and tugging at your nipple painfully, creating such a tight suction with his lips that it made you cry, and you’d begged him to stop. He hadn’t, not until you’d made milk for him. Something that you had thought to be impossible, considering you weren’t pregnant.

But not he starts of gentler, with soft kisses over your breasts, little kitten licks across your nipples, hands holding your sides, your shoulders, anywhere he could grab with uncharacteristic tenderness.

When he finally does dip down and begin sucking, it always feels weird. NO matter how many times he does this, you can’t feel comfortable with it. It’s such a strange, pulling sensation, relieving, emptying.

Bakugou’s figured out how to suckle and breath at the same time, just like a baby. He’ll purse his lips and nurse, stop for moment to breathe through his nose, then continue. This results in his warm breath intermittently puffing over your skin, making desperate little noises as he continues to drink you up.

You’d never have thought that Bakugou Katsuki could be defined as desperate, or soft.

Whichever breast he’s not sucking at gets massaged with one of his hands, tweaking the nipple, groping your flesh. You don’t know how or when he got so good with his mouth and hands, when he was able to practice coordination like that, but the movements are seamless for him. 

He spends a significant amount of time lathering one breast with attention. If his jaw gets sore, or his mouth feels tired, he’ll pull of for a few moments to nuzzle at your plushy tits before latching on again.

And when he’s ready, he’ll switch to the other breast, hand immediately coming to spread his saliva around your nipple, to try and combat the chill that always makes you shiver whenever your spit-slick nipple gets exposed to the air.

All you can do is lay there and let him drink his fill.

Trying to catch his attention or try to divert him back to different activities is like trying to water a fake plant - absolutely nothing happens.

You get ignored, or Katsuki slaps at your hands if you try to pull him off, squinting up at you like a petulant child.

He usually falls asleep like that, it’s been months of the same routine, every single night. Bakugou suckling at you like you’re the first drink he’s had in years, obviously desperate and wanting, but trying his absolute best to hold himself back from devouring you.

Sometimes, if he’s excited, he’ll fuck you like that, hips slapping against your while he’s hunched over your tits, panting against your flesh.

Cumming always feels better when that happens, but it’s not like you’ll tell him that. He already pushes for you to let him nurse at your tits any chance he can get, and especially when it comes to sex. 

Even after an intense, tiring fuck, Katsuki can’t fall asleep unless his mouth is on you, tongue sucking at your nipple. 

Bakugou highly enjoys suckling at you at any time of day - right when he wakes up, before you’re even conscious, when you’re watching TV or reading a book, at lunch time... really any chance he gets, his face is buried in your chest. He always gets sleepy afterwards though, so he’s prone to even more irritability if he can’t take a nap, of which he completely denies. Says you try to use that as an excuse to not let him touch you, and then it’s back to the old argument of Katsuki claiming you don’t love him.

He’s manipulative, but you don’t know what else to do except give in.

During the day, he has timers set for when you’re supposed to take your lactation pills. The man had hand-fed you them at first, not trusting you to do it right yourself, considering how you were against the idea. 

When he has work, Katsuki video-calls you, makes you take the pill and show him your mouth afterwords.

Pumping happens semi-regularly, only if Katsuki hasn’t been able to nurse for as long or as often as he usually does. You’ve learned not to do it while he’s around, even if he’s in the house working on paperwork. Katsuki hears the sound of the pump and suddenly appears, bulge in his trousers, a gleam in his eye. 

So you do it when he’s away, per his rigid instructions. He makes you text him when you do, as a video call would make him too excited.

He’s very good at keeping you taken care of. When you’re starting to chafe and get sucked raw, he makes sure to slather your chest with cold creams and oils to speed up healing time, to heal the angry, swollen skin. It’s like your body dislikes his nursing as much as you do, with how often it seems to ache from his treatment. 

Bakugou makes sure you get eat foods that help increase prolactin, the lactation hormone. Dates and Apricots are staples in your diet, and you’re sick of them. Bakugou insists you eat them anyway. You’re going to produce milk, no matter how much he has to force it.

You provide him with safety, security, a warm place to lay his head at night (your chest) and the one thing that seems to help him calm down in any situation.

When he comes home angry, you only have to wince through his rough fondling before he begins to pacify, and by the time his mouth reaches your breast, he’s quiet and relaxed.

Something’s agitating him beyond belief? he comes to you, salivating, expectant and sure of relief.

Whatever you want, however you feel - that’s all an afterthought, always has been, and always will be.

[innovativestruggles]

ObiRin Misconception - Obito’s Trauma

Okay why is it that I am seeing so many obirin hate lately? Let me clear up some misunderstandings. This is by no means a post for people to change their minds about shipping obirin (ship whoever you want, it’s not my business), rather, people are disliking this ship for reasons I find ... well... baffling. 

So here is my perspective (and no, it does not invalidate another’s perspective in any way just in case you’re wondering).

I have always been an avid obirin shipper, and as a feminist, people may question the contradictory nature of this.

Obito is in an incredibly complex character and alas, there is a reason why I absolutely love him. He is my favourite, has always been and will always be (also, he’s a villain and he’s hot). Though there are parallels between Obito and Naruto, it’s important to distinguish the nuances. Both characters had no family growing up (I am not going to count Obito’s grandma as she is an anime only character and not technically canon), had it tough at the Academy, disliked by a lot of people and technically an outlier. However, Obito never had an older mentor growing up, whereas Naruto did (that would be Iruka). When children are growing and developing, having someone to provide that nurturing environment and guidance is crucial for their mental and physical development. Because neither of them had their families, Naruto was lucky that he had Iruka. Iruka provided that big brother figure, the mentor and in some ways a caring environment for Naruto, despite the hardships. Obito, however, did not receive any of this. 

What Obito did have, was Rin. The two have been childhood friends for a very long time. Rin gave Obito that sense of security and attachment, despite them being the same age. She always cared for him and saw him more than just some dumbass nuisance Uchiha outlier. Obito’s love for Rin transcended romance. Of course the romance was the overt part, but his love for her was his sense of security. She was his safe space. When a child grows up without love or care from a parenting figure or a mentor, they will find ways to cope and latch onto the closest thing they can find safety and comfort in. Rin took on this role. So when Rin was killed before him, naturally there would be a sense of deep despair and anger. The trauma for Obito was remarkably intense, and his ability to bounce back from adversities was nullified. Why? Because;

1) The intensity of the trauma, grief and loss 

and 

2) The safety net, safe space and sense of security that shielded him from the world’s adversities were gone. Obito had nowhere to go.

A lot of people would say: “but he had Minato,” “he had Kakashi,” “he had Kushina.” Yes he did, and they were kind to him (minus Kakashi, and I will get to him in a sec) but they only came into his life for a short period of time. Their interactions were not on an intense level as it was with he and Rin. People need to remember that Obito learnt his idea of safe attachment on his own and he latched onto Rin. He was never taught to do that with adults as he grew older. Naruto however, had Iruka, who most likely taught him a lot of things about the importance of the village, the importance of camaraderie, friendship etc Obito did not have this, so naturally, his ability to trust adults (even loving kind ones like Minato and Kushina) would take a lot longer or sit very tentatively. If there were conflict or adversity, he would run to Rin, or think of her because that was all he knew.

If you unpack Obito’s character, there were immense attachment issues and trauma that most likely transcended what Naruto had. Naruto had his fair share of trauma but he had support that allowed for some resiliency. Obito was NOT obsessed with Rin. He was not infatuated with her. He was psychologically intermeshed with her. This is very different from so called obsession and infatuation. Psychological intermeshment stems from traumatic upbringing in childhood (lack of nurturance from an adult caregiver, abandonment etc), and then again from losing their sense of security/safety (Rin in this case). Because Obito was so intermeshed with Rin, losing her was essentially losing himself - and he blatantly said this. He lost all hope when she died. So he did what he could to get that sense of security back, even if what he did was questionable.

Then you have the complexity of the curse of hatred that intertwines the storyline, which make things even more complicated. But this curse was what pushed the storyline and placed Obito as an antagonist. He did not start a war because of a girl. He started a war because he was angry with the way the world functioned. How the countless wars kept ending lives and taking loved ones away from people. He did not want people to go through what he went through. In essence, this mindset has villain written all over it, but it also compels a strong backstory for Obito because of his complex childhood upbringing and the trauma he experienced.

We move to Kakashi, who had his fair share of childhood trauma. But people need to remember that he had a father who provided that nurturing environment for him. Even if his father died in tragic circumstances, Kakashi, though traumatised, was able to bounce back and push forward with the support of his friends and village. He had an adult attachment figure (gosh I sound so social workey but this is how it is) where he learnt how to tackle adversities. Again, with the death of Rin, there was trauma there for him too. So why was it so different between Obito, Kakashi and Naruto? The latter two being able to bounce back and push forward but Obito lost control? It all comes back to childhood upbringing and the presence of an adult caregiver/mentor. That, and then again, the presence of the curse of hatred (which was why Sasuke was pretty fucked up despite coming from a loving family). 

Something else I’d like to add re; Kakashi. He started being nice to Obito in that one episode where they were trying to locate Rin. He was a plain asshole before that. So technically the two of them were never on friendly terms before this event. Kakashi did not give two shits about anything aside from completing the mission. This is the reason why I do not ship Obito x Kakashi. To me there was no love, care and nurturing between those two. Obito “died” not long after being friendly with Kakashi, so that wouldn’t warrant a ship between those two. Whereas with Rin, it is a different story. Also, for those of you who thinks it is creepy that Obito has photos of Rin on his board, I’d be surprised if your 12-13yo self didn’t put love hearts of your crush over their school photos, or tested your marriage names together. Seriously.

So to summarise; Lack of childhood nurturance + lack of adult caregiver + trauma + curse of hatred = Obito

And like I said, just because of all this crap Obito’s been through, it does not excuse what he did or make what he did right (he was a villain after all).

Yeah okay rant over.

I’m open to discussion, but please keep it civil.

[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding XII

Part I - - - - - - Part II - - - - - - - - - - - -  Part X - - - - - - Part XI

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

“We cannot delay much longer” Master Ki-Adi-Mundi said gravely. “Rumors are spreading like wildfire throughout the temple, and Master Kenobi’s absence is not going unnoticed among the troops.”

Master Fisto sighed and his hologram rippled. “As much as I dislike deliberate falsehoods, I think it might be best for morale if we keep- the truth, as we understand, under wraps as much as possible. Young Ashoka is deeply shaken. I myself...” the Nautolan sighed again, running a hand through his tendrils anxiously.

“Not to mention the fact that Master Kenobi might have a valid reason for mistrusting the Chancellor so strongly” Master Gallia added darkly. “Of course I’m not saying we should charge him with anything based on Kenobi’s scattered words alone, but given the chance that this was proceeded by some hypernaturally prescient event, some form of precaution seems warranted.”

Yoda hummed in reply, looking weary. “Fallen ill, Obi-Wan has, tell the Chancellor and the Admiralty, we shall. Incapable of visitors. Still unknown to us, the cause is. Overwork, we suspect. Truth, it may be?” he finished, turning to Master Windu.

Mace leaned back. “I’ve shared everything relevant. We still don’t know anything with absolute certainty. It is my hope that the healers will call upon our more powerful telepaths for assistance later today, should their other efforts continue to prove unsuccessful.” he added with a glance at Master Koon.

"In the mean time,” Master Tiin interjected. “We must discuss the situation in the Expansion Region! As much as we had hoped to delay the Unumbran until Master Kenobi was capable of leading the 212th-”

“That is no longer plausible, if ever it was.” Plo-Koon interrupted softly.

“You may be best suited for the task, Master Tiin” Windu offered. “Your 407th was intended to accompany the 212th, in any case.”

Saesee Tiin reared back, alarmed. “I’m honored, but as I’ve already explained to the council, my skills as a pilot and Shocktroop leader are best utilized at a lower command level. I’m certain there’s a better suited replacement for Kenobi, at least for the short term. What about Skywalker? He is Kenobi’s protegee, and more familiar with working directly with the 212th.”

“You are a veteran with considerable more experience than young Skywalker. You would truly trust his judgement over your own?” Shaak Tii asked skeptically.

“As a General? Absolutely. I’ve seen what he’s capable of.” Master Tiin confirmed.

Koon pushed back, disapproving. “Regardless of his skill, I don’t believe he is in the best mindset for such a task at the moment.”

“Will he be held back from the front entirely?” Master Koth asked, frowning. “That would mean reworking our forces considerably.”

Before Mace was forced to add his own concerns about Anakin’s role in the war, they were interrupted by a priority message from the Chancellor’s office.

Exchanging looks, the assembled council straightened in their seats, nodding one by one at Master Windu, who finally accepted the incoming call.

A full scale live holo of Chancellor Palpatine opened at the front of the room.

“Ah, I see the full council is here. I thank you humbly for accepting my call so quickly.” He said to the room with a smooth bow of the head.

Exchanging a glance with Mace, Master Yoda answered, “Of course, Chancellor. Serve the senate, we do. Help you how, can we?”

A troubled expression crossed Palpatine’s expression. “I recently heard the most terrible rumor about poor General Kenobi. I was hoping the Council could clear up the truth of the matter.”

“Hmm. Dangerous things, rumors are. Careful with them, you are wise to be.” Yoda said. Everyone in the room expertly stifled a smile at Yoda’s unrivaled skill at vague topic evasion.

The Chancellor was far too practiced a politician to allow irritation to cross his expression. “Thank you for that wisdom Master Yoda. Now what exactly is the condition of the High General of the Third System Army?”

Yoda’s ears drooped. “Plagued by sickness, Master Kenobi is. Unable to wake him, our best healers are.”

Palpatine gasped. “How horrid! Surely this must be some insidious Separatist plot! What else could have felled such a powerful Jedi.”

“Immune to illness, Not even the Jedi are. Still investigating the cause, are we. Discussing who should care for his troops, when you called, we were.”

“Oh, how dreadful, that we are forced to discuss such mundanities as troop movements when a good friend’s life might hang in the balance! Please, if there’s anything I or the Senate can do to help, you have my personal support in accessing the finest healers.”

“Very kind of you, that is. But well cared for, Master Kenobi is. Will help, a rest from the stress of war, we hope. Do our best to keep the news contained, we shall. Risk inspiring fear in the public, we do not wish.”

“Indeed! That is very wise thing to fear. Do not worry, I will ensure that any security leaks are taken care myself if need be.”

Master Windu finally spoke, tone and posture absolutely neutral. “Thank you, Chancellor. If there’s nothing else, we will return to planning our strategy during Master Kenobi’s unfortunate but necessary leave of absence from the front.” 

“Of course! When you are finished, would you be so kind as to send General Skywalker to brief me on what you decide?”

“That won’t be necessary, Chancellor. I’m more than happy to come in person to brief you myself” Windu replied in the same placid voice. 

“Oh, I’m certain that as Master of the Order you have more important tasks to do than talk to an old man such as myself! And as you know, I consider Anakin a friend of mine. It will do me good to check in on him myself, I’m sure you understand.”

“As you have so kindly reminded us in the past, nothing outweighs a Jedi’s duty to the Senate of the Republic. As Master of the Order, I consider discussing the matter with you a top priority. And as for Skywalker- your concern is of course appreciated. I’m sure, given your friendship, you will respect our decision to give the young man some time off from council obligations to meditate over his concern for his friend and former Master. We would be happy to pass on an informal invitation to meet with you, if you wish.”

Palpatine was silent for a moment. “How...very kind of you to respect their close bond with one another. Yes, please do pass on my personal invitation of support to Anakin. And my offer of non-Jedi medical consultation.”

“I will do so as soon as our meeting has finished. Thank you again Chancellor.”

Palpatine nodded briefly then closed the connection, hologram winking out of existence.

“Unaware, I was, a leave of absence from his duties, we were giving Knight Skywalker.” Yoda said with a raised brow.

“The full matter will need to wait until Master Kenobi wakes, but for now, trust me when I say that we should at least discuss possible replacement leadership for both the 212th and the 501st.”

The council grumbled at that, but Mace quelled any arguments with a severe look. 

“Very well.” Shaak Tii relented, pulling up a datapad. “Jedi Masters currently without troops to command include several shadows that we could hypothetically pull from their duties, as well as Master Krell after the tragic loss of his last division...”

---

“My Lord! This is an unexpected honor! How may I-”

“Save your simpering, Tyrannus.” The hooded figure hissed. “It appears we have a new player in the game.”

“To whom are you referring, my lord?” Dooku responded, thinking quickly. Of course both Sith were constantly instigating power plays amongst the Republic and Seperatist leadership, but nothing dramatic came to mean.”  

“You mean to tell me you don’t know?” Sideous replied with a wicked smirk. “How disappointing. I had thought your spy network better than that, particularly when it comes to your favorite lineage member.”

Dooku paused. “I was aware that Kenobi had missed the most recent major mixed war briefing. Do you mean to tell me he has begun to move against you, my lord?”

“My, my. Your sources truly are failing you, Darth Tyrannus. Quite the opposite is true. It appears that someone has managed to land a blow where our combined efforts had previously proven fruitless.”

“A blow against Kenobi? On Coruscant? That is...an interesting development” 

“Indeed. Find out everything you can. Whoever has succeeded has done so in such a manner as to utterly rattle the High Council. I’ve never seen them so deliciously shaken.”

“I see. And what of your favorite of my lineage? I assume you are managing to use the situation against him gracefully as ever.”

Palpatine’s smirk fell into twisted snarl. “The boy is despondent of course. My lack of warning means that I was unable to position myself advantageously in advance. And now he is refusing to answer messages, while the council has chosen to give him time off. Bah. Of all the times to attend to their Chosen one’s emotional wellbeing...”

Dooku drew himself up, expression betraying nothing. “Forgive me my lord, but any information you can provide me would help in my search to find our ‘new player’ as it were. I have never known the council to be so...soft with a knight when his former Master was simply in sickbay. Do you mean to tell me that Obi-Wan Kenobi has passed into the force?” His tone, haughtily impassive throughout the conversation, grew a touch disbelieving at the very end.

“My sources tell me he is ‘unwakeable’ but given the boy’s anger and grief, not to mention the fact that his force signature is practically non-existent... I suspect his condition may very well be critical. Find out the rest.  Do not fail me again, Tyrannus.”

The connection cutoff abruptly, leaving Dooku alone in the dimly lit room. He strode out, sealing the private chamber behind him and calling out. 

“Ventress! Attend me at once- I have an urgent assignment for you...”

Part XIII

[dreamingsnowflake2013]

They are so freaking domestic and married and functional the whole time I can’t!!! They bicker and banter with ease of two people who feel secure and confident around each other and know each other’s boundaries and limits and don’t need to worry about offending the other person or the conversation turning antagonistic which allows them this sort of brutal honesty, at times, and frank criticism.

Issei gets the edamame shell husband treatment and he literally can’t believe it Hayame did that to him right in front of his salad when it already helped to ruin her previous relationship. It seems Hayame didn’t understand his lesson about the difference between the edamame shell and skin, well, she was in the middle of confronting her cheating ex so I suppose she was otherwise engaged.

Though, poor Issei doesn’t know the depth of Hayame’s culinary disability until he discovers her special lemon and cereal gyoza! HA! I admire that he doubles down on his criticism and even if he tries to back pedal, he simply can’t make himself lie to her even to please her when it’s so awful.

Unlike her ex-husband, he doesn’t put on a fake smile and swallows it so he wouldn’t hurt Hayame’s feelings but actually tells her it sucks bigly, showing that not only won’t he ever lie to her or keep secrets from her, he won’t feed her white lies to avoid conflict either. You almost never see portrayed in Asian dramas how these little mundane details can lead to a complete failure of a relationship once they pile up. Quite the opposite, they often depict swallowing food that makes you puke as something romantic and a proof of love without giving any thought to the fact whether the person can manage that for the rest of their life, considering it’s suggested most of the OTPs live happily ever after. The issue shows that Hayame and Issei are already more than one step further regarding the growth and functionality of their relationship than she ever came with Masahiro, illustrating their suitability. It’s not about a relationship being conflict-free, it’s about confronting the problems, argue about them even though it’s exhausting and uncomfortable and solve them through communication and misucommunication, not about hushing the issues up and staying silent about them in order to avoid arguments.

The drama might be called Promise Cinderella but it has been turning the Cinderella stereotypes on their head since episode 1. One of them is Hayame not fitting the bill of a girl who is amazing at cooking, sewing, reading, embroidering, polite conversation, dancing and generally being more princess-like than all the princesses and noblewomen, even though her mother died in her childhood and she couldn’t have taught her all those things, neither could her father, nor the mice or the other animals she spent all her whole time with. Let’s face it, Cinderella has always been the fairytale counterpart of Richardson’s Pamela and Hayame - divorced, almost thirty, penniless and jobless - is the modern real-life version of an orphaned abused virgin fallen on hard times. 

On the other hand, while Hayame might share Cinderella’s origin story of her mother dying at an early age, this sad event tragically affects her whole life in a much more realistic and darker way. Her father falls into a depression and becomes neglectful and she has to grow up overnight, having to learn everything by herself as she is left with no one to teach her, guide her and defend her so she ends up turning into a fiercely independent tomboy who is a self-taught cook and, as such, her cooking, well, sucks. She is literally the farthest thing from a Mary Sue ever. 

Then, Issei may be a modern version of a prince but while young, he has been taught since an early age and has a very unconventional unique upbringing in a modern world - he is the one who excels at cooking (because he had someone who actually taught him), can tie kimonos, knows the proper etiquette, can arrange flowers and knows their language and meaning. 

You would expect all those things from a woman, not a man; however, he is not only educated and good at them, he has a natural talent for them. In this way, the drama re-invents the Cinderella story, gives it a new original meaning and a breath of fresh air. 

Thus, you can see all these details in which Hayame’s relationship with Issei differs from her marriage - they are left to live together alone in what is basically a simulated marriage, but she doesn’t end up in the traditional role of a woman and housewife whose purpose is to provide dinner/food for her husband who comes back from work. She used to work back then, too, even if only part time. Now, it’s her who works full-time while Issei works part-time but despite it they share the cooking and he, fittingly, ends up being the better cook, completely changing up the dynamic of the traditional roles both in the original fairytale and male/female relationships in general.

Except for a brief denial stage caused by his confused feelings, Issei has always been honest with Hayame, sometimes brutally so, be it regarding the major issues or mundane everyday things like her cooking skills. 

He treats her the way she wants her to treat him, and, as a result, he rightfully expects the same honesty and consideration in return from her. He doesn’t want any lies or secrets between them, he wants a conversation not a deafening silence, regardless whether they are lovers or friends. 

He wants honesty and equality and instead, Hayame is trying to dismiss him as a child again in an attempt to avoid the problem because it’s uncomfortable and she doesn’t want to have a messy argument or worry him. She should have known by now that that’s exactly the attitude which led to the failure of her marriage. Not that they are an excuse or justification for cheating, but Masahiro raised some good points about the things he disliked about her and it’s time Hayame learns from her past mistakes.

Marriage/romantic relationship is not a one-person show, the point of it being you are not alone to deal with your problems, some burdens should be shared and if not, the other person feels left out because their partner keeps secrets from them which then leaves many opportunities for misunderstandings and creates a rift that keeps growing between the couple. Hayame’s greatest strengths - her self-reliance and independence - which allowed her to survive on her own so far become her greatest weaknesses and drag her down now. 

Issei immediately realizes Hayame has been putting a mask around him, trying to make herself look cheerful and happy, he can see through it right away as she can never fool him because he knows her so well and, frankly, she couldn’t pretend even if her life depended on it just like him. She fails to notice that this sort of consideration and selflessness are a double-edged sword. 

It’s both apt and ironic she tries to dismiss him as a child because her stubborness, discomfort and avoidance maker HER appear like a child and Issei the one 10 years older with his patience, calm and and persistence on discussing and solving the whole issue. This time it’s him who calls her out on her bullshit and childishness.

Issei notices everything about Hayame, including her mood swings which also refer to the mixed signals she’s been sending him, and how could he not when he always watches her so searchingly as if he were trying to look inside her soul, trying to spot every quiver of her lashes and nervous press of her lips. 

Thus, he can sense and predict what she plans to do because he can read her like an open book after watching her so closely for so long but also because he’s been there where Hayame is right now - he had been running away for the past 10 years before he met her and she saved him by making him realize he had been fucking up his life that way, therfore he gets angry seeing her repeating his mistakes. 

Moreover, he is scared shitless he may one day wake up and end up like Seigo, abandoned by her, not even left with a direction where to look at her, because she thinks she is not good enough and fears she might drag him down and mess up his life.

Despite it all, Issei doesn’t think about himself first, he thinks about Hayame and what it is she truly wants. She feels so lost and conflicted, fretting and completely panicking and he pretty much tells her ‘fuck the world and other people! You are the only person who matters! Think about yourself first and do what you truly wish to do even if it makes them hate you.’ And from the hopeful way she looks at him, it’s exactly what she needs to hear and wants to truly do but lacks the courage to go through with it just yet. 

Finally, THIS SHOT on the sofa! It pretty much says ‘married, in the middle of marital crisis and before a huge life-changing conversation’!

[edwardprendick1896]

I wrote a review of The Strangers (2008) at 2am last night for my Letterboxd and I thought tumblr would appreciate it

This review is gonna be biased because of my personal taste. Horror (or any other label you wanna use for super scary or gory films) seems to be the genre where entire plotlines, and individual character behaviours, or events are the least likely to be realistic. Whilst this may not be an issue for most, for me a film ceases to be immersive, and becomes less scary, if it feels less real. I tend to dislike "scary movies" simply because they seem the least likely likely be realistic and immersive (to me). Therefore, my critique is gonna mostly come from The Strangers' relationship with being "realistic" and "believable".

Introduction slides with the whole "based on a true story" premise were cheesy and unnecessary. I did like the characterisation of the two protagonists - the failed marriage proposal, with both people upset, unsure, but still caring about each other - this came across effectively (cue champagne problems by Taylor Swift). This provides some explanation for why the protagonists may have been too distracted to properly lock up their house. The guy getting out the tub of ice cream was slightly overdoing it for me. I wish there were more personal touches about the couple's relationship throughout the entire film.

This film confronts the viewer with the uncomfortable truth that sometimes people do horrible, unspeakable things for no logical reason. I can feel the audience reflected in Kristen's desperate begging to know why the antagonists are doing what they are doing. The throwaway line "because you were home", I believe to be the murderers simply dismissing the question. These antagonists externalise their own psychopathic (for want of a better word) natures through the torture and murder of others, rather than internalising it, and questioning why they want to commit such acts. I doubt the antagonists know much more about why they are doing what they are doing than the protagonists. They may not want to look inside themselves. Whilst frustrating, I don't find this portrayal unrealistic. Horrible people do horrible things. We naturally want to use "logic and reason" to explain terrible behaviour, and thereby learn how to prevent it, but unfortunately this is not always possible. Again, this is the concept The Strangers wants us to confront.

I enjoyed the use of the shotgun in the film. It's found disassembled, as they are supposed to be kept, but not in a shotgun cabinet, evidencing that carelessness probably runs in James' family. You can tell James is just mimicking what he would have seen his father do, especially with his extremely brief holding of what I think was the barrel cleaner (long pieces of fluffy fabric with string on the ends, I don't know if there is a proper word for them, are pulled through barrels after use to remove excess shotgun powder, ensuring safer, and more effective, use). I'm happy that an American film showed that a simple hunting shotgun is more than enough to defend yourself, if you know how to use it. This is refreshing, compared to the glorification of excessive firearms in other films.

Glenn Howerton is charming as Mike, and his performance is the best out of all of the "good guys". I wish he had been given more screen time. Even though the nature of his death was predictable, I really enjoyed how the out of focus baddie sometimes mimicked the movements of Howerton's head as he followed him. I would have probably added a scene of Mike attempting to phone the police before he entered the house, but perhaps his lack of wise decision making can be explained by his aforementioned use of alcohol.

The scene I had seen before watching the film, which originally tempted me, was the one of Kristen (Liv Tyler, I believe) smoking with the masked antagonist in the background. The film doesn't get better than this scene unfortunately.

Certain elements of the film are poor, throwing off the interest and believability. For such an expensive property, the house has surprisingly little security measures. James seems to have no response to the KILLER writing on the glass, after he has killed Mike. The antagonists seemingly teleport, moving away from areas in seconds. There seems to be little continuity in where they are attacking from, which ruins the immersion. I get the point though, the film is trying to portray these murderers as unpredictable and unstable. Real life predators are like this.

The ending is poor. Anticlimactic, poor, and weird. I didn't mind the antagonists taking the religious pamphlets from the children- from my experience nihilistic and otherwise unstable predators take joy in misleading and otherwise mocking those with strong religious beliefs and other support systems. However, this doesn't explain why they stopped to talk to these random children in the first place. The two boys enter the house quietly, which seems to contradict their frantic and distraught 911 call from the beginning of the film. Perhaps the call took place after the shock set in for them though. Kristen still being alive comes off as silly, as we are given the impression these antagonists know how to get a job done properly, as it were.

Overall, I think the concept this film is trying to confront the viewer with is cool and unique. It's a shame the writing was not good enough to communicate it effectively.

Edit because I forgot to add: I also liked the cool orange lighting.

[yan-twst]

I was really looking foward for the next opening! Can you make hcs for the non-yandere dorm leaders, their darling wants to go back home because they family are very poor and they are they only source of income back home, how would they react?

riddle rosehearts

riddle admires his darling’s hardworking spirit. sure, it pains him to know that when time comes, they must go- but he would never try to put himself above his darling’s family

he’s always been from a very well-off family; while he can’t say he completely understands the situation, he’ll do all he can to show his support. his darling clearly cares for their family, and... he finds that to be heartwarming

yes, it hurts to know his darling must go- it scares riddle a bit, to know that his time with them is limited, and once they’re gone they’ll be off to a world he can’t really comprehend, and to a life that’s certainly not easy. but at the same time, that just means he has to appreciate his time with them more; he has to find any way he can to help them even when they leave and treasure these times when they can afford to relax with him

he feels... helpless. this is a situation he can’t do anything about- it’s a hard time for someone he loves dearly, and his hands are tied behind his back. the rosehearts family is quite rich, but it’s not like his mother would let him have any access to that wealth. he’ll do all he can, but even he acknowledges it’s not much, but still... if he can do anything, he’ll be insistent his darling tells him

leona kingscholar

one thing leona dislikes about royalty- aside from the whole inheritance ordeal- is how... disconnected they are from the people. leona is considered an odd one in how he treats the hyenas and other people that the higher class usually just ignores and tries to act as if they didn’t exist. he’s immediately sympathetic to his darling, albeit a little worried 

so they’re the breadwinner, huh? he can’t imagine how exhausting that must be, or how stressed they probably are knowing they can’t help their family at the moment. leona may not show it, but he’s very perceptive of his darling’s moods. he may not be able to do anything about their family at the moment, but he can at least try to make his darling not feel as stressed

his family has more than enough money; while he can’t get away with taking some important family jewel (it’s not like farena doesn’t already keep a hawk’s eye on him), he can give his darling smaller things- jewelry, golden decorations- that he’s sure will probably fetch a high price back in their world

leona... tries to push back the thought he’ll have to bid farewell to his darling. he doesn’t hold it against them: hell, even if they didn’t have to go sustain their family, he wouldn’t blame anyone wanting to return to their world after being tossed into this one. but... it makes his heart ache. this might be the one thing that makes leona be more active in the relationship: for once, he feels like just napping together isn’t a good enough date, not when his time with his darling is limited and when he should be showing them a relaxing and amazing time before they have to return to work harshly

azul ashengrotto

azul admires his darling. they’re working hard, not for themselves, but for their family. it... contrasts a bit with him, who worked hard for his own sake (perhaps even selfishly, to some extent). he simply finds it to be so... amazing. in his eyes, there probably couldn’t be a more selfless act than to spend their time working for the people they care

this man is a business genius. he’s more than happy to sit down with his darling to discuss financial strategies, to plan out spreadsheets with spending plans. he’ll explain how to effectively track earnings and money spent, how to best save money- he might not be able to directly help his darling once they return to their world, but he can at least rest knowing his advice will help them

azul tries to take it all with a confident smile, acting as if it’s all ok. surely, with his advice, his darling will find themselves having an easier time! they might even be able to open their own business, like he did with the lounge- yes, they’ll surely succeed! it’s... quite clearly him trying to distract himself from the fact that his darling will have to leave

he doesn’t blame them, but... he cries about it, often. he wishes he wasn’t so clingy, so emotional- but his darling is a pillar to him. he doesn’t want to make them feel guilty; to an extent, he might even try to hide his grief from them. he’s caught in the conflict of his heart and what he knows is right: as much as he wishes he could spend the rest of his life with them, it’s just not meant to be, they’re needed back home, their family needs them more than azul does

kalim al-asim

kalim may not know what it is like to even have to consider the price of something before buying, or the stress of seeing bills pill up- but his heart is kind and generous. he listens patiently to his darling; their family’s situation, the work they must do, the stress of being unable to help their family while they’re stuck here in some odd magic land. kalim listens and offers all comfort he can

money problems... well, if there’s one thing he has, it’s a ridiculous amount of money. madols aren’t a currency accepted back in his darling’s world, but surely gold is a valuable item, right? he’ll shower his darling in expensive gifts; he doesn’t want them to feel like he’s treating them like a charity case, but he just... he hopes that they understand the gaudy gold bracelets and jewels are his way of providing some financial security to them when they leave

kalim mopes a lot about the fact his darling has to leave. he understands why, he knows it’s necessary- besides, their family surely must be worrying for them...! while the thought of his darling parting to somewhere he cannot follow is harrowing, kalim tries to push all negativity out his mind. his time with his darling isn’t infinite... so that means he has to enjoy all the moments he has! extravagant dates, beautiful trips, once-in-a-lifetime experiences: he’ll spare no expense in order to make his time with them the best it can be

vil schoenheit

vil respects his darling so much. it’s not just because pomefiore promotes hard work- vil as a person believes that one’s drive to put in hard work for a goal is one of the most important traits one can have. his darling is working hard in order to sustain their family- it’s harrowing work, he can imagine, hard work; just that alone is enough for him to find their personality incredibly beautiful

however, that hard work must take a toll on them. stress, aches, lack of sleep: vil knows very well the effects working too hard with little rest can have. he understands they must be frustrated to be put in a situation where they simply cannot work as they usually did, at least not until the useless headmaster finds a way to send them home; so the most he can do is help them unwind. to think of this as a little vacation, a break. yes, he understands they’re stressed because they should be working, but there’s nothing to be done; so they might as well let him pamper them

he’ll channel his grief about the limited time he has with them by pampering them as much as he can. perhaps, if he can make these days heaven on earth for them, he won’t feel as sad when they leave...? it’s wishful thinking on his part; he knows very well he’ll bawl in the privacy of his room when they leave, ruin his mascara and suffer sleepless nights, and that pain will just increase the more he falls for them. but he doesn’t care- even if it’ll hurt later, right now, all he wants is to make them feel loved, feel cared for. there’s no benefit for him or for them to dwell on the things they cannot change, so he’ll just work hard to make the time they have unforgettable

idia shroud

family... yes, idia can understand. family is important. if it was for ortho’s wellbeing, he’d probably do anything. his darling must care for their family a great deal to work so hard for them, and idia finds that admirable

he’s... at a loss. he truly doesn’t know what to do in this scenario. he can see his darling is frustrated and stressed at the thought of their family back home being left without financial support; he feels like crap that all he can offer are his clumsy words of comfort and temporary distractions from their worries

he can sense their urgency to return, and he can understand it. he’ll encourage them to rant about crowley- how that old crow just makes no progress, despite the fact they desperately need to return. hell, he might even pester the crow himself, sending small drones to bang against the headmaster’s office’s window, bothering him in hopes he’ll maybe finally start the research he seems to always stall

of course, it’s... hard for him. if he could build a machine to help his darling return, he’d do it in a heartbeat- that’s all they want, to go home, to support their family, and of course he wants them to be happy...! but at the same time... idia despairs. he’s used to being alone and locked in- he’s used to being just a weirdo in other’s eyes, but... having someone caring for him, someone he loves, has made his heart grow softer. he doesn’t want to imagine the silence reigning his dorm once again once his beloved is gone, how ortho will be left without his favourite buddy, how he’ll... be completely alone again. but there’s no choice. his darling has to return, and idia knows this

malleus draconia

malleus worries. he knows that he shouldn’t be seeing humans as “weak” or “fragile” creatures- hell, if history has shown anything, it’s that humans are strong enough to wage war even on stronger creatures, barbaric and strong- but... he can’t help it. when he sees his darling, all he wants to do is protect them from this world they’re so unfamiliar with: the thought of them being the ones supporting their family back at home, them who he sees as someone to be protected and cherished... it makes his heart twist

malleus understands the concept of money very well, even if the fae from his land don’t really use the same system as the rest of the land seems to. in the end, the human world moves and breathes with money, and his darling needs to provide for their home. it’s... simple, but it weighs heavily on his heart, the fact that he can’t do much

what good is it to be so powerful and feared when he can’t help the one he loves the most? malleus knows the only way he could truly help would be to use his power to send them home- use his powers to bid farewell to the only person who’s ever managed to comprehend him in his long, long life- but even then, he has no clue on how to. crowley slinks away whenever the question is presented, and as powerful as malleus is, he can’t use that power if he doesn’t even know how he’s supposed to

human lives are already... so short, to him. even if his darling were to stay by his side, he knows it’d end with him mourning by their deathbed. time goes so fast for them and so slow for him- knowing that the time he has is even shorter than what he’d thought at first makes him antsy and incredibly gloomy. still, malleus has a bit of an advantage; he’s perhaps the only one who had already known he’d say farewell to his beloved from the very moment he met them. whether that farewell will come when they return to their home, or when their human lifespan finally runs out, malleus... he’ll be miserable either way. there’s no way to avoid that final goodbye, so he’ll do his best to make the fleeting moments feel eternal with joy

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

May I request a bit of angst but fluff in the end for Atsumu? 🥺 Using quote 1, and can it be both smau and written? Cos I really like yer writing 🥰🥰

When the trio entered Club Rebel they were met with a whiff of alcohol and smoke, a scent they were now well accustomed to. As Atsumu began to scan his surroundings, an animated grin warmed up his features. The space was almost at full capacity, and the sea of unfamiliar faces had the blonde’s heartrate in a mess. He selected Club Rebel for their group outing for one reason alone – he was seeking anonymity. At least, that was the reason he proclaimed to his two friends. The artificial motive was packaged with an impressive sales pitch, and if they did not know his history with the venue, they might have bought it. Afterall, Club Rebel was perfect – he could be anyone here. More precisely, it offered him the opportunity to escape the labels and baggage that was associated with the name “Miya Atsumu”.

“First rounds on me, friends!” A breath of satisfaction was exhaled as he hooked an arm around each of his friend’s shoulders. Bokuto thrusted a fist into the air in response, celebrating the setter’s declaration while Suna mumbled an unenthusiastic “great”.

Truthfully, the only reason Suna tagged along was because he knew you would be here. Despite supplying his friends with a persuasive falsehood, they both knew that Atsumu was harbouring a secret wish. The setter was hoping to a catch a glimpse of the heart he broke. And thanks to the skillful planning of his friends, his wish would come true. 

“Since you’re paying, you can bring us the drinks too.” The middle blocker settled onto an empty L-shaped couch, sinking into the cushion contently before waving his friend away. “Bokuto you go find Aran and ‘Samu. Then when you’re both done, come back to me.” Suna did not care whether or not the pair would agree to the plan thrust upon them. Instead his attention landed onto his phone and the social media page he was responsible for monitoring for the evening.

Exasperated with his friend, Atsumu twitched, lifting his hands into the air. His fingers slowly curled into a fist as he tightened his jaw, swallowing the growls wishing to sound. “Suna, ya lazy ass! What do ya think ya are? A damn prince?” Beside him Bokuto raised an eyebrow at the middle blocker, wordlessly questioning whether the plan was in motion.

“Maybe I do.” The emotionless response was aimed at the setter, though Suna’s eyes remained fixed onto the Ace. Tilting his head, he lowered his phone to his thigh. The arrogance in his pose provided Bokuto the answer he was seeking.

“Tsum tsum, just get the drinks. I’m gonna find Aran and Myaasam.” The Ace tugged on his setter’s shirt, nudging him to take his leave.

“Yer the worst.” A final death glare was administered by the blonde to the unwavering middle blocker. Shaking off Bokuto’s grip, he turned on the outsole of his dress shoes then began towards the bar. Sometimes he did not understand what Suna’s problem was. Shaking off the thought with the roll of his eyes, he pressed himself against the bar counter, motioning the barkeep over.

“Heya, Miya. It’s been a while.” The foreign accent hit the setter with a wave nostalgia – the barkeep ‘Star’ was a friend of yours. He didn’t recognize her at first, perhaps due to the alcohol he consumed earlier. 

Star was the one who had introduced the two of you, after speaking with Atsumu she suggested that he meet a potential romantic candidate. He could still remember how the butterflies in his stomach sang upon your arrival – you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. But he soon realized it was the kindness of your soul that bathed your features in an angelic glow. God, he was an idiot for letting you go. “She’s here you know.”

The information was stated with a thick layer of disappointment, her dislike for the setter was becoming quite obvious. However, the surge of hope that entered Atsumu’s body allowed him to successfully bypass the distaste in her voice. Fate had blessed him with a miracle – that was all that mattered.

“Do ya know where she is?” The question spilled from his lips before he could gather his thoughts. He knew that she held little motivation to help him – but it was worth a shot.

Star grimaced, continuing to polish the glass within her grasp. Instead of responding verbally, she motioned to the dancefloor with her chin.  

While he was eager to see you, the smile that was sewn into the setter’s mouth could no longer be maintained when his eyes landed on you. 

A string of laughter exited past your coloured lips when Makato completed another impression of your mutual friend. Beside her, the former Karasuno Captain had his face resting in his palm, with embarrassment flushing his skin. Sugawara patted his friend’s back in a supportive manner, though he too, was failing to suppress his laughter. And for the first time in a month, your lungs had accepted the fresh air, expelling the smoke that was left behind by a past lover.

“Awe, y/n. I forgot the sound of your laugh until now. Thank you for the reminder.” Makato provided a little wiggle to her eyebrows, with a teasing edge to her comments.

“I’m sorry.” The sound of your laughter dimmed into a titter as you shook your head. “Thank you for dealing with me all this time. I know I haven’t been the easiest to deal with for the last month.” The alcohol lacing into your bloodstream had equipped you with the conviction you lacked for the last 30 days. While your heart continued to weep from an unforgettable loss, your intoxicated mind led you to believe that you could move on – and that you would.

But even alcohol could not cure the damage that would befall you if you came face to face with the devil himself. 

It took you a few minutes to spot him, and when you did, a storm brewed inside of your stomach. 

Were your eyes deceiving you?

No. It was him. Miya Atsumu in the flesh.

The tears that were once being shed inside rose to the surface, claiming your cheeks as you locked onto his gaze. Your friends exchanged worried glances seeing your sudden alternation in mood, except when they followed your stare, the source of your pain was easily spotted.

“Why the hell is he here?” Makato seethed, her fingers clenching the stem of her liquor glass.

“Let’s just leave. Come on, y/n.” Sugawara slipped an arm through yours, guiding you in the opposite direction and away from the setter.

Panic flared inside of the blonde when he saw you disappear in the crowd. A desperate glance was tossed on either side of him as he scanned the venue for a solution to this problem. It would take him far too long to block off each entrance even with the aid of his brother and friends. Then an idea struck him, sure it was ridiculous and could potentially cost him greatly, but it his was only option.

“I’m not losin’ ya again.” Mumbling the words under his breath, he broke into a sprint towards the DJ Booth.

Across the dancefloor, your friends strived to lift your spirits while Daichi was sent to fetch your coats. Makato brushed away the liquid clinging to your flesh, while Sugawara had an arm around you, his fingers soothingly caressing your arm. The gratitude you held earlier for the alcohol had quickly morphed into regret, as it amplified the emotions you were failing to conceal. What made the circumstances considerably worse was that all you desired was him.

“Where is Daichi? It shouldn’t be taking this long.” Blowing out a noisy breath, Makato surveyed the area, puckering her lips out in thought. However, rather than finding your mutual friend, her eyes fell upon a certain blonde idiot who was now standing on the DJ’s platform. “Oh no.”  

“HEY. L/N, F/N. Don’t ya dare think about leavin’!” Atsumu’s voice echoed throughout the club, drawing the attention of every attendee. The setter adjusted his posture as he squinted at the audience, searching for the person responsible for his moment of insanity. When he spotted you in the crowd, a pained expression painted his features. “Y/n.” The way he breathed out your name so softly brought you to clench the fabric draped over your chest.

This time when your eyes met, you kept the surge of tears at bay, utilizing your acting skills for the first time this evening.

“Y/N, I love ya. I love ya so damn much. I’m sorry that I didn’t fight for us.” The sincerity of his words was revealed by the small cracks in his voice. Atsumu was a confident man, but right now, the only thing keeping him from collapsing was pure adrenaline and fear. “I didn’t realize it at the time, forgive me. I should have been putting yer needs before mine. I should have appreciated ya more, everything ya did for me…” As his bottom lip wobbled, the females in the audience blew out a few “awe’s”. You, on the other hand, were engaged in a battle with your cheeks, swiping away the liquid you could no longer suppress.

“I don’t ever wanna make ya cry again. Please y/n.” He didn’t care that he was begging at this point, he would grovel at your feet if he had to. “Give me another chance will ya? I know I messed up, but let me make this right.” Sniffling, he wiped at his nose with his sleeve before throwing the microphone back at the DJ. Jumping off of the platform, his eyes remained secure on you as he slipped past the dozens of bodies keeping you away from him. When he finally reached you, a timid smile tugged at the ends of his lips.

“Will ya take me back, y/n?”

Unable to compose yourself, you threw your arms around his neck, prior to digging your face into the cotton that covered his chest. As you entered his embrace, the setter was overwhelmed with happiness. Peppering kisses to your head, an apology or declaration of love was whispered between each kiss as he clung to you, fearful that if he let go, he would be awoken from his dream like reality.

“Atsumu…” After gathering the energy required to use your voice box, you pushed away from him slightly. Your eyes were rimmed in crimson, and your mascara was now smudged below your eyelids. But you were still the most breathtaking girl he had ever laid eyes on. Humming lowly in response to his name, he pressed his forehead against yours. “Don’t be such an idiot next time.”

Your demand prompted a sheepish grin to display on the male’s features, though it was short-lived. As after you said your next words, he immediately crashed his lips against yours in a kiss.

“Next time, you don’t need to scream how much you love me on the microphone. You just need to come home.”

A/N: Omg you said tiny bit of angst and I gave you this - I’M SORRY??? hopefully the fluff at the end makes up for it!? AAAh ;-; I hope you like it!! Also I edited this 3 times and at this point if I missed any mistakes pls ignore thanK YOU

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[thefinalcinderella]

Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru Chapter 8 - Winter Comes Again (Part 4)

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

1. Nakasendo is one of the five routes of the Edo period that connected Edo (Tokyo) to Kyoto

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The Ageo City Half Marathon was held in the middle of November, just when everyone was beginning to put on their thick coats.

At the Ageo Sports Park track and field stadium, the university athletes that had been invited arrived in succession in microbuses. The members of Chikusei-sou arrived in Ageo City in their usual white van. This time, the landlord, who had been recovering at home from his stomach ulcer, accompanied them. As usual, he didn’t want to get into a car Kiyose was driving, so Hanako took out Yaokatsu’s pickup truck.

The stadium looked like a Roman colosseum from the outside. Plastic sheets were laid out along the road, securing places for each school to change clothes or rest.

There were food stalls set up in the sports park, creating a festive mood, and the area around the park was crowded with spectators and participants.

The landlord gave instructions while munching on the takoyaki he had immediately purchased.

“Today, our goal is to get used to the atmosphere of a road race, so you don’t need to focus on speed. Just run as fast as you can without forcing yourself.”

At that, the landlord glanced at Kiyose. Kiyose nodded as though to say, Exactly. Kakeru guessed what was going on: the landlord had simply given Kakeru and the others Kiyose’s instructions. Kiyose seemed to have decided to take a step back because of the friction among the residents of Chikusei-sou.

However, the twins did come with them to Ageo, as it seemed that the soccer team was able to find substitute members. Although they had rebelled against Kiyose, they didn’t break or renege on their promise, which was just like the cheerful and honest twins.

The half marathon started at 9 AM in the stadium. There were about 350 invited runners alone. Adding the citizen runners to that number, it would take time to cross the starting line even when the signal gun sounded.

At the starting line, even though he was only wearing the uniform tank top and shorts, there were so many people crowded together—in order of their numbers—that Kakeru didn’t feel the cold. In front of him there was a group from TSU; Kakeru stared at the back of Sakaki’s head for a while, but of course he couldn’t see Sakaki’s two hair whorls from his position.

Kiyose was teaching Prince about positioning and things to look out for when starting.

“Don’t get pushed from behind and fall. You don’t need to rush forward, so just get behind the runners whose pace you can match and use them as a windbreak. In your case, you don’t need to think about putting on spurts—just get into it so you don’t drop out of the group.”

Prince nodded meekly. Maybe Haiji-san is planning to enter Prince-san in the first leg of Hakone, Kakeru thought. In the first leg, of course, the first runners of the participating twenty teams would start all at once in Otemachi. At first, they would be in a cluster, so runners who weren’t timid and could compete with others while keeping an eye on the pace around them would be suited for it.

Prince-san’s time is definitely not fast compared to the level of the runners in Hakone. I wonder if it would really be effective to put him in the first leg.

As Kakeru pondered, the group finally started to move forward. By the time they had run halfway around the track and exited out onto the road, the group broke up and it became easier to run.

A quiet shopping street along Old Nakasendo. (1) The flow of the river and the green of the golf course. The skies had cleared, and the winter wind felt refreshing on his skin as it warmed up.

It felt good to run on a road that was closed to traffic. Kakeru soon got into a rhythm and simply moved his legs along. People from the houses along the street came to their doors to cheer them on and children playing in small parks eagerly chased after them.

Water was provided at three locations. Paper cups were lined up on a long table and volunteers tried to hand them out. They weren’t used to it, so it was difficult to take them; the runners were sprinting at a speed faster than bicycles. Kakeru got as close as he could to the sidewalk, but the impact of receiving the cup caused most of the contents to spill out.

Even so, the little water that remained was cool and refreshing.

Right before the turning point, he and Sakaki passed by each other. Sakaki looked at him, but Kakeru pretended not to notice. As his coach, the landlord—and by extension Kiyose—wanted him to not force himself. He didn’t think he could get along with Sakaki in any way, so he decided to leave him alone.

Kakeru watched the Rikudou runners carefully. They had good forms, as expected, but they all looked like second-string runners. Kakeru went to ask a Rikudou runner who looked like a first year and was turning at almost the same time.

“Where’s Fujioka-san?”

The first-year seemed surprised to be spoken to out of the blue, but he seemed to know Kakeru’s name and face. “The regulars are at a high-altitude training camp in Kunming,” he said.

“Kunming?”

“In China.”

“Wow.”

As expected, Rikudou’s scale is different, Kakeru thought, surprised. He wondered if he would get diarrhea if he went to China. But Fujioka, who was a demon when it came to looking after his own health and discipline, would probably never make a gaffe like that.

The first-year runner ran ahead. Feeling like humming a tune, Kakeru maintained his pace of one kilometer per 3 minutes and 3 seconds. Fujioka would be getting stronger and stronger at the Chinese training camp. Kakeru wanted to meet him at Hakone. We’ll make it clear on the big stage who’s faster.

They returned to the stadium and reached the finish line. Kansei’s pace was moderate, so their rankings were not that good. However, they were able to grasp the atmosphere of a road race. Even Prince, who had the slowest time among the ten of them, had a satisfied look on his face after he finished running; he must have gained confidence that he could run a distance that was almost the same as Hakone’s first leg without difficulty. Kiyose’s plan to have the members who lacked experience join a half marathon seemed to have worked.

The organizers provided lunch boxes and bananas to the invited schools. Musa and Shindou went to the management tent to go get them and returned with a cardboard box full of bananas.

“There’s so many.”

Jouta and Jouji peered into the box. Hanako looked at the stickers on the bananas.

“These are good bananas,” she evaluated like a grocer’s daughter.

Bananas were useful after a workout because they provide a quick calorie intake. They swiftly peeled them and when everyone was on their second or third, a visitor approached them.

He was a man in his late thirties, dressed in the same casual clothing as the spectators.

“You’re Kansei University’s track team, right?” the man said.

“Yeff we arr,” Jouji mumbled as he stuffed his third banana in his mouth. “Why?”

“Is Kurahara-kun here?” the man asked, but his gaze was fixed on Kakeru. He seemed to have already recognized Kakeru’s face. “I just want to ask you a few questions.”

Kakeru stood and took the business card the man held out to him. “Shinjitsu Weekly    Mochizuki Shuuji” was written on it.

Most of the people present probably thought that a reporter had come to interview him about catching the shoplifters, but Kakeru knew better. This man got wind of my past.

“You graduated from Sendai Jousai High School, correct?” Mochizuki began. Out of the corner of his eye, Kakeru saw Kiyose immediately stand, his face quickly changing color.

“Yes,” Kakeru answered.

“You caught a bunch of shoplifters the other day, didn’t you? I saw it in the papers.” Mochizuki raised his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner, as though he was impressed. “A sportsman among sportsmen with an overflowing sense of justice—you’ve become a hot topic even in your hometown. Especially around the track team at Sendai Jousai.”

Kiyose came to Kakeru’s side and faced Mochizuki.

“Please don’t interview our runners without permission.”

“This won’t take long,” Mochizuki laughed thoughtlessly. However, there was a sharp light in his eyes. “Kurahara-kun, you competed at the Inter-High in your second year at high school and achieved good results. However, you quit the team as soon as you became a third-year. Why is that?”

“Hey!”

Kiyose was indignant, but Kakeru stopped him, saying, “It’s fine, Haiji-san.” He couldn’t run away or hide it. As long as he continued to do track, this matter would always follow him. He had been prepared for this the moment he decided to go to Hakone with the residents of Chikusei-sou.

“You’ve already looked into it, haven’t you?” Kakeru said. “I hit my coach.”

“I heard that you broke your coach’s nose. Furthermore, you rejected the university that gave you a tentative offer for track, and you quit your team, in spite of the fact that the coach had tried to keep the incident private because he was afraid that it would become a public scandal.” Mochizuki peered into Kakeru’s expression. “What were you so unhappy about? What kind of disagreement did you have with your coach?”

Kakeru kept silent. His high school coach was famous for his thorough management of his runners and his spartan training methods. Of course, there was no doubt that he was a competent coach with a good track method to match.

However, ever since Kakeru had first enrolled in high school, he was unable to get along with his coach, and he disliked how he only talked about times.

That was why, when he had witnessed the coach cursing out a first-year who was having trouble recovering after an injury in the club room, he got angry. That first-year was on a sports scholarship, and if he was forced to quit the team, that would make it hard for him to stay in school. Kakeru could only think that the coach knew that the student was in a vulnerable position and was simply tormenting him.

That might be something he thought of in hindsight, but really the first-year had just been a trigger for Kakeru; a good detonator for releasing his pent-up resentment. Because the moment he hit the coach, the only thought in Kakeru’s head was I can end it with this.

There hadn't been a single shred of heroism in the act. He hadn't been doing it for the first-year, and he hadn’t even thought about how ashamed that first-year would feel in the club if his senpai hit the coach because of him. There was no sense of justice or compassion, just violence for the sake of his own satisfaction and pleasure—just to dispel his pent-up frustration and anger towards the coach. Kakeru had felt the cartilage in his nose break through his fist and felt refreshed.

“Committing an act of violence on a high school team, and it was at a prestigious track and field school. Since the story got leaked and you didn’t deny it, the Sendai Jousai High School track and field team voluntarily suspended its activities for a while. I’m sure there are a lot of people who didn’t think well of you at that time; not only the coach who was punched by you, but also your teammates who couldn’t participate in meets.”

“What do you want to ask Kurahara?” Kiyose cut in. “Even if what you said is true, I think what you should question instead is the school's position in not rocking the boat, as well as the results-oriented mentality that is rampant in some parts of the high school track world, where runners are managed with excessive restraint and interference which can crush growing talent.”

“Are you Kansei’s captain?” Mochizuki turned his gaze to Kiyose like he was appraising him. “Did you know Kurahara-kun committed an act of violence? What do you think of him?”

“He’s a runner with talent. But before that, for us, he’s a comrade who’s reliable as a person.”

Kakeru’s heart shook at the word “comrade.” It was as though he were in the middle of a happy dream when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and woken up; the feeling of floating, like he was still in a dream, and the disappointment of returning to reality, and then the relief of opening your eyes to see the face of someone close to you. So many emotions welled up within him that he recoiled, not knowing how to take them in.

Unaware of the slightly shaken Kakeru, Kiyose stood his ground against Mochizuki.

“Please leave. I would like you to have your interview request approved with our PR department.”

PR department? A murmur spread through the residents of Chikusei-sou, who had been watching the proceedings from behind. Shindou and Hanako raised their hands.

“Yes.”

“That’s us.”

“We refuse your request for an interview,” Shindou said. “Exactly, exactly,” King nodded. The landlord didn’t say anything and ate his lunch. It was hard to tell from his detached and casual attitude if he was troubled or amused by the situation.

“Good grief, these bananas taste awful,” Nico-chan said, and Mochizuki gave a forced laugh as he was given a reproachful look.

“Then, one last thing. Kurahara-kun, you’re going to run in Hakone, right? Do you have anything to say to your high school coach? Anything is fine, even if it’s something like ‘Serves you right.’”

“I have nothing to say.” Kakeru quietly shook his head. He didn’t want to apologize, but he also didn’t want to boast that “Even without your help, anyone can survive in the track world if they have the ability.”

“I regret it. I regret that I couldn’t think of any other way other than knocking him down at that time. That’s all.”

The following week in Shinjitsu Weekly, there was a double-page spread with the headline “Disaster in the High School Sports World!?” With a provoking line of “What’s behind the frequent scandals…”, the article mentioned old troubles at the Sendai Jousai High School track and field team along with Koshien regulars and high school soccer powerhouses.

“The other day, K-kun was in the news for catching shoplifters. He is a runner with a promising future who will take part in next January’s Hakone Ekiden, but there are also rumors that K-kun caused a violent incident in the past. The coach of the track and field team at Sendai J High School stated, ‘That incident has already passed,’ and meaningfully closed his mouth, but…” It went on after that, and even if you didn’t know anything about track, it was easy to guess that it was talking about Kansei’s Kurahara Kakeru.

“This was clearly leaked by that coach.” Jouji threw down the magazine, annoyed.

“Don’t worry about it,” Musa said, anxious about Kakeru.

Kiyose and Shindou were busy explaining the situation to the university and the supporter’s group and dealing with them. Apparently the landlord was also going around and bowing his head, saying, “Sorry for the trouble.” When Kakeru learned about this and apologized, he proudly said, “Well of course, I’m the coach.” He didn’t say anything that blamed him.

Kiyose persisted in his stance of protecting Kakeru, so the area around Chikusei-sou remained calm. The repercussions of the article would probably die down, but it didn’t change the fact that he had caused trouble.

The residents of Chikusei-sou treated Kakeru the way they always had. In order to meet those expectations, he had to run well in Hakone. Kakeru continued to run silently.

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[moony-meadow]

Going for Goldie (6)

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4 / Pt. 5

After Beelzebub departed, Mammon and I were once again alone together. The white-haired demon had resumed his place on the sofa, only now he was laid out on it with his back propped up against the armrest. This left me inside his stomach at a kind of incline. I’d taken to leaning against the back wall and was taking advantage of the surprisingly relaxing warmth the fleshy surface provided.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck in here for hours,” I moaned, flopping my arm over my face dramatically. “So much for having a midnight snack.” It wasn’t uncommon for Beel and I to run into each other at the kitchen in the middle of the night. We both seemed to have a habit of craving late night treats.

“Well,” I felt Mammon’s hand plop down onto his stomach, causing a small tremor around me, “I could always swallow somethin’ for ya to eat.”

My face instantly formed into a grimace. “Don’t be disgusting, Mammon,” I chided. The idea of eating someone’s second hand food was positively repulsive. Though I knew the demon was joking, I still didn’t appreciate the crude commentary. A chuckle rumbled around me, but otherwise Mammon said nothing more.

“You know, I think since this turned out to be a lot more than a quick trip into your stomach, that you owe me Goldie privileges for at least three days,” I stated. Had I not already committed myself to helping Mammon keep his credit card from Lucifer, I might have abandoned the whole thing as soon as things got complicated. But, if I gave up now and made Mammon cough me up, then the whole thing might end up being for nothing.

A strangled noise of outrage came from Mammon. “Three days?! Ya gotta be kiddin’ me!” The stomach walls all pressed in around me slightly, I could only assume as a result of Mammon clenching his hand around his middle. “I--I’ll give ya two days, but that’s it!” he exclaimed after my lack of response displayed how serious I was about the matter.

“Fine, but you also have to take me out to dinner some night,” I declared.

Mammon unclenched his hand from around his stomach, but I could tell that he’d now tensed up all over. “Wha? You can’t be--pfft, like the Great Mammon would ever be caught goin’ out to dinner with a--with a human,'' he stammered. I had to stifle a giggle, I could just tell his face had become all blushy.

It was a pretty common occurrence that whenever I took part in some playful flirting with the Avatar of Greed, his face would heat up while he stuttered out insistences that he had no interest in humans. I knew it was just one of his defense mechanisms, so I had stopped taking offense to it a long time ago.

“It can be lunch if you prefer,” I replied, feigning ignorance.

“Huh? No--I’m only havin’ a meal with you if you’re the main course,'' Mammon finished the sentence proudly.

I rolled my eyes. “This is the last time I’m ever going to be in your stomach.” While I felt pretty sure of my own statement, there was a part of me that wondered if I really would be able to avoid being eaten again. Yesterday I would have said I would never let a demon eat me under any circumstances, and yet here I was sitting in the belly of the beast.

The pressure at the front of the stomach returned as Mammon rested both his hands on top of it. “Well ya better not end up in any other demon’s stomach,” he warned, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. “You are my human, after all.”

Being the Avatar of Greed, it wasn’t surprising to me that Mammon tended to be overprotective of his belongings. However, I never would have guessed I would be considered among those belongings. His possessiveness over me wasn’t only in regards to me being eaten, he had also expressed jealousy when his brothers tried to get a little too close to me. In a way, it was kind of endearing. Although, I always made a point to make it clear that I was not an object to be owned.

“I’m your friend,” I corrected smoothly, “and you don’t have to worry about anyone else eating me, at least not with my permission anyway.”

Mammon was silent, and for a moment I wondered if I’d made him upset in some way. But then his hand began to slowly and gently rub his stomach. I smiled softly and leaned forward to pat the outermost wall in response. The guy wasn’t the best at accepting compliments or genuine displays of affection, but he had his own little ways of showing his appreciation.

“Hey, Y/N?” Mammon spoke up, now idly trailing a finger over his stomach. “You’re not...I dunno, scared of me or nothin’, are ya?”

My eyebrows lifted in surprise. The genuine concern in the demon’s voice threw me off guard. He usually made an effort to try to convince people that he was an incredibly powerful demon that ought to be feared. And while his brothers often treated him as though he were weak, I knew better. Mammon was the second eldest of the seven Avatars, and therefore the second most powerful. However, the thing with Mammon was that the guy pretty much never flexed that power. For whatever reason, even when his little brothers smacked him around or called him names, Mammon never lashed out.

As a result of all that, it was easy for me to sometimes forget that I hung out with a potentially deadly demon on the daily. Of course, when Mammon had shrunk me I’d been reminded of that latent fear. However, I wasn’t about to tell him that. I didn’t know how he’d react to the knowledge that my natural instincts insisted I be wary of demons like him (especially when they were giant sized), but I certainly didn’t want him getting the impression that I was some scared little thing. Besides, logically I knew Mammon could (mostly) be trusted. Plus, having a pact with him meant I could stop him if he ever were to do something that really freaked me out.

“Oh please,” I dismissed. “It would take a lot more than an overgrown demon to scare me.”

“Hmmm,” Mammon hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe next time I should eat ya in my demon form, that might really give ya a fright.”

The joking tone of his voice was obvious, but I still sent a kick into the nearest wall in retaliation for the comment. “How many times do I have to tell you there won’t be a next time?” I huffed.

“Is it really so bad in there?” the demon inquired, once again prodding at the outside of his stomach.

I took a moment to assess my surroundings. It was just as pitch black as ever so I could only imagine what everything actually looked like. Surprisingly there was no foul odor, the stomach acid that was pooled at the bottom didn’t seem to have a scent to it. The temperature was a bit warmer than I’d prefer, but it was thankfully tolerable. And while the squishy stomach walls still kind of grossed me out, I had gotten pretty used to them already.

Being in the stomach itself wasn’t terrible, really it was the mere fact that I was in someone else’s stomach that I disliked so much. It was a matter of pride. Being in the Devildom, it was very important that I keep my head held high. Showing weakness would just encourage potential enemies to target me.

“It’s...well it’s not exactly the Ritz,” I responded, unsure of how exactly to explain it to Mammon. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to sleep in here either.” I couldn’t deny that it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but I wasn’t really sure if I’d be able to fall asleep with the knowledge that I was literally inside someone’s stomach.

As if on cue, Mammon gave a yawn that caused everything around me to tighten for a moment before loosening once again as he exhaled. “Well, let’s test it out,” he announced. That was the only warning I got before Mammon sat up and got to his feet.

With Goldie safely tucked away in a pocket, I was able to easily brace myself against the walls with both hands. I felt quite secure--that is until the floor suddenly became a wall and one of the walls I’d been holding onto suddenly became the floor. “I suppose I should have seen that coming,” I thought to myself.

After a few moments of shifting as Mammon got situated, everything around me finally settled and I was able to get myself comfortable. It wasn’t like there was a ton of room to spread out, but it was plenty of space for me to lay flat. The stomach acid had seemed to dissipate shortly after Mammon had laid down, as if his body had finally caught on that I wasn’t going to be digested so it had no business sticking around.

“Comfy?” the demon asked as he went back to gently rubbing his stomach in a circular motion.

I snorted. “About as comfortable as someone can get in a stomach.”

“Good,” Mammon replied cheerfully, unphased by my grumpy tone.

“You better not roll onto your stomach,” I warned. While I figured the action wouldn’t necessarily hurt me, I doubted it would be comfortable being squished by the entirety of the giant demon’s bodyweight.

A chuckle echoed around me. “Don’t worry, I’m not much of a stomach sleeper,” Mammon promised.

With nothing else much to say, and exhaustion beginning to heavily set in, I said, “Okay...then goodnight, I guess.”

“G’night, Y/N.”

In a matter of minutes I could tell Mammon had already fallen asleep. His breathing was slow and even and his heartrate had dropped to a resting level. Honestly, the natural ambience of his body was kind of relaxing. The up and down motion his breaths caused almost made me feel like I was on a gently floating boat. It didn’t take much longer for me to drift effortlessly into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as soon as Mammon and I woke up, I demanded he quickly get me out and unshrink me. My urgency was in large part spurred by the fact that my bladder was absolutely screaming at me after having not been emptied in so long. I didn’t even get the chance to relish my return to normal size before I darted out to the bathroom, but not before ordering Mammon never to tell another soul about the previous night’s events.

After dumping everything I’d been wearing into the wash, taking an hour and a half long shower, and then absolutely stuffing myself during breakfast, I actually felt back to normal. Of course, I wasn’t about to forget the experience of being eaten anytime soon. And something told me Mammon wouldn’t either.