#I’m surprised it turned out as nice as it did bc I honestly got too stoned to count my stitches after a while

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[thickenmyblood]

why did laurent start dating / having sex with maxime, even before nicaise found out? maybe this is something we find out in ch. 20, but throughout hiuh i’ve really struggled to understand or empathize with laurent in this area. you’ve mentioned him being self-destructive, or how it was good for his ego to bring a date in front of damen. but why did he feel the need to throw it in damen’s face when damen was the one who got dumped? why would he let maxime call him baby and walk all over his boundaries when this guy is a total stranger? i know some people have speculated that maxime is a uncle-stand in, but to me that doesn’t parallel bc there the abuse happened because laurent did (unfortunately) love and trust his uncle at the beginning, which enabled his uncle to abuse him. i’m honestly really trying to see where this sexual self-harm aspect of laurent comes from when it’s with a complete stranger who doesn’t seem to like laurent as a person or give him any real affection. he said sex was the foundation of their relationship, which seems odd for an ascetic person like laurent who even in hiuh canon doesn’t seem to have engaged in that kind of relationship before dating damen, when he was in a way worse physical and emotional state, unless i’m wrong.

i really, really hope this doesn’t come off as criticizing or accusatory in any way — it is your story and you can characterize laurent any way you want! to me it’s felt like this is the one area so far where laurent has been extremely defensive and refuses to take responsibility, even though it really hurt damen — not just being jealous, but being compared to maxime over and over again by laurent’s friends and implicitly by laurent himself — not to mention how it hurt nicaise. yes, damen had flings, but he didn’t try to replace laurent after two months or ever shove it in laurent’s face. and yet it feels like damen over-apologizes for ever asking about maxime or suggesting laurent’s behavior was harmful. i don’t see how damen could get over this massive insecurity when laurent appears to ridicule or dismiss him for bringing it up, like with the condom conversation or the pet name issue.

feel free to ignore this message, but always appreciate hearing why you chose a particular characterization!

hello! i get this question every once in a while so i thought i'd answer it today since we're about to be done with the story. i didn't take it as an attack or anything and it's a very cool question!

but why did he feel the need to throw it in damen’s face when damen was the one who got dumped?

in a way, reading your ask, i think you answered some of these things yourself. why did he bring maxime to a bunch of events knowing damen would be there? because he wanted the upper hand, he wanted to be seen as having moved on (remember that he thinks damen has moved on, too), because it's an ego thing. but why do it if he was the one who dumped damen? same answers, but i'd add that it's implied in the story that laurent was surprised and hurt by how easily damen went along with the break up. laurent brings it up, says he can't do it anymore, and damen just goes to work and never comes back. once again, in a toxic and insecure way, there was a part of laurent that wanted damen to fight for it, to say "wait, let's turn things around" or something. obviously, that didn't happen, and laurent interpreted that as confirmation of a lot of negative thoughts he was already dealing with (damen wants out of this but he doesn't know how to do it, damen's too "nice" to say that he wants out, damen is looking for excuses to start arguments bc he's trying to get me to end this, etc.)

this is not me justifying laurent in any way. was it childish and immature to bring maxime to events bc he knew damen would be there and he wanted, along with all the reasons listed above, to make damen jealous? yes, probably. is it petty? yes. is it ooc? i don't know. i think laurent does exhibit some pettiness in the books.

why would he let maxime call him baby and walk all over his boundaries when this guy is a total stranger? i know some people have speculated that maxime is a uncle-stand in, but to me that doesn’t parallel bc there the abuse happened because laurent did (unfortunately) love and trust his uncle at the beginning, which enabled his uncle to abuse him. i’m honestly really trying to see where this sexual self-harm aspect of laurent comes from when it’s with a complete stranger who doesn’t seem to like laurent as a person or give him any real affection.

this part of the question is a bit more complicated for me to explain. i 100% agree with people's complaints that in this aspect hiuh laurent is ooc (compared to canon laurent). in the books, he doesn't sleep with anyone but damen, so everything regarding laurent/other men is always going to be ooc in some way (unless it's non con, i suppose).

maxime has to be a stranger. maxime has to be someone laurent doesn't care about, doesn't value, doesn't respect. it would never work between them if maxime was not a stranger, which is ultimately what happens in the fic (let's, for a second, ignore the fact that they also don't work out bc lamen are in love lol). when maxime wants more, laurent cuts him out.

why does he have to be a stranger? because hiuh laurent's biggest issue in this story is that he can't be vulnerable enough to be loved and accept that love. he loved damen, but he couldn't get to a level of vulnerability that allowed him to explain himself, to show himself to damen as he really is, and without that a relationship can't last. when you feel like you have to hide parts of yourself from the person you love, eventually that turns into resentment and anger and hurt.

when he starts sleeping with maxime, he's not looking for another boyfriend. he's not looking for love. he's not sleeping with maxime because he's too horny to function either. he lets maxime fuck him because there is something to prove. and here I have to apologize because to me this detail was so clear during my writing process that I'm only now realizing I did not do a good enough job of integrating it EXPLICITLY into the story. what is there to prove? laurent has only ever slept with two people in his life and only damen was a pleasurable, consensual situation. so, here's the setting: laurent and damen break up, they go no contact, months pass, laurent is STRUGGLING (nicaise mentions this time and time and time again in the fic), laurent has no way of knowing that damen is also miserable, laurent has no way of knowing that damen hasn't moved on (damen is, actually, at this point in time, fucking other people). laurent isn't looking for love or dates or romance, but then maxime shows up and he gives laurent an opportunity to prove to himself several things:

he has effectively moved on from damen (in his mind, having sex with other people = the ultimate 'i'm done with damen" move)

he is in control. he has only had consensual sex with one person in his life, which gives damen symbolic power over him in a weird, fucked up way. or... maybe the word isn't power, but status. damen has a status in laurent's mind and memories because he's the first person laurent CHOSE to have sex with, the first person he loved and showed him it could be good, etc. as long as damen maintains that status, laurent will never stop thinking about him, will never have anything to compare damen to and say "see, it wasn't that big of a deal". which brings me to...

he wants to minimize damen. he wants dismiss what damen meant to him, what their entire relationship meant, so it can be easier to move on. how do you move on if you're thinking "oh I broke up with the love of my life lol"? laurent needs to tell himself what he had with damen wasn't unique, wasn't that special. he can have it again (the SEXUAL part).

needless to say, this fails. he has sex with maxime and finds that it's nothing like it was with damen because it's WORSE, because having sex with damen was having sex with someone who knew him and loved him and respected him. laurent has sex with maxime but he's still thinking about damen, he's still in love with damen, the same way damen is having sex with kyra or trying to date iris while thinking and missing laurent.

once this realization sort of sinks in (yes, he can have sex with other people, yet that doesn't erase damen's status in his brain bc damen was special for a bunch of reasons I'm not gonna type in here - THEY'RE IN LOVE, YOUR HONOR) that's when the self-harm comes into the picture. (this is discussed a bit in ch20 so SPOILERS but)

what kind of sex are maxime and laurent having? it's not the slow, gentle, love making stuff damen knows laurent was into. it's rough, it's degrading, it's not as pleasurable, it's a chore, it leaves marks. does laurent want those marks? we don't know. does maxime ask him if he does? we don't know. you can make it as non con as you want because the text doesn't go into detail.

the petnames. "why does laurent like it when maxime says it but not damen?" I don't think he does. he never gives damen a straight answer on this, but he does say that it makes him feel like a bimbo. it makes him feel slightly degraded. he says it wasn't terrible, but he never says he wanted it or that it was good. it's implied that damen tried it once or twice at the very beginning of their relationship, and I think we can all tell why laurent didn't like it back then with him either (bimbo feelings, laurent using him for money, the power imbalance, etc.)

uncle parallels. okay, this one's a bit tricky. yes, you're right to think that the abuse laurent's uncle subjected him to is nothing like his relationship with maxime for a plethora of reasons, but I think the narrative supports some people's opinions that maxime does resemble uncle in some ways (older, brunette, has a beard). i did not write maxime as a literal uncle stand in, so of course it's not going to be a perfect comparison. i wouldn't even call maxime and laurent's relationship abusive.

he said sex was the foundation of their relationship, which seems odd for an ascetic person like laurent who even in hiuh canon doesn’t seem to have engaged in that kind of relationship before dating damen, when he was in a way worse physical and emotional state, unless i’m wrong.

i tried to mirror canon in hiuh when it comes to laurent's... choices? in canon, damen is the first person he's with after his uncle because he's the only one laurent trusts. i don't have any doubts that canon laurent was terribly lonely and probably wanted to be loved waaaaay before damen came into the picture (post uncle, I mean) but his context and environment were so violent and dangerous that he couldn't let his guard down. similarly, in hiuh, laurent leaves his uncle's house without any money and in a very vulnerable position. he's not exactly carefree and happy and able to be like "oh I wanna date and fool around!! explore my sexuality!!!!" - in fact, this is a pretty big plot point in hiuh: laurent did contact damen out of pure necessity.

and yes, sex is the foundation of maxime/laurent for all the reasons I stated above, but at the same time it's not all about sex. it's not even about sex. it's about control and self-punishment. it's about self-hatred. we also don't know what state laurent was in when he started seeing maxime because we don't have his pov, but we do have nicaise's testimony. again, this is briefly mentioned in ch20, but it wasn't exactly pretty.

however, having said all of this, i'm not blind or dumb enough to think oh hiuh laurent is sooooo canon laurent, not a trace of ooc-ness. i get where the characterization issues are coming from. at the end of the day, I have to say that this post summarizes a tiny bit of what went into creating hiuh laurent. i tried to make him as canon as possible, but I'm not pacat and so my characterization is different. my setting is different. the modern au is different. it is completely fair to read hiuh and think as a reader "i would not have gone in this direction, i don't think laurent would ever be with someone who isn't damen, i don't think it's consistent with his canon self". i accept those comments in the same way i accept those that say they love this laurent bc of XYZ.

this is the one area so far where laurent has been extremely defensive and refuses to take responsibility, even though it really hurt damen

i understand this, but at the same time i don't know how much responsibility laurent can take over that when it's... just dating/fucking someone else after a break up. he should apologize for making damen feel bad on purpose (perhaps taking maxime places), but the rest of it... damen also fucked and thought about dating other people. the comparisons you mention were cruel, but they were made, for example, by characters like aimeric (removed from the narrative entirely later on) and ancel (who tells damen he was wrong, who tells damen he thinks laurent made a mistake letting him go).

i don’t see how damen could get over this massive insecurity when laurent appears to ridicule or dismiss him for bringing it up, like with the condom conversation or the pet name issue.

i understand that, but i also think damen's insecurity wasn't born just from this issue. he is an insecure person throughout the fic. his toxic masculinity is one way this insecurity and lack of self-confidence manifest, for example. his fixation on penetrative sex. his fixation on performance. his fixation on parenting like laurent because his own way is wrong. his fixation on never thinking about the things and people he lacks because he can't take it.

yes, laurent played a huge role in feeding that insecurity, but I'm failing to see where he is ridiculing damen. during the condom conversation, laurent snaps because he feels judged and attacked, not because he's making fun of damen's pain. during the pet name conversation, the same thing happens. and in both instances, damen is judging laurent. he judges laurent really harshly in other scenes, too, like when they find out about claude.

some of these issues are talked about in ch20, but I don't think there is a scene where laurent addresses everything. perhaps he should. i just didn't write it.

[kooktrash]

this drabble idea was inspired by this prompt i saw before: “you wanna act single? fine. then be single.”

omg pretty pls do slow burn yandere!taehyung x reader where he’s not rlly a great bf to her so she breaks up with him and tries to get over it by going out with a lot of guys and it’s only then that tae’s possessive behavior grows worse and worse 🫣 pls make it angsty/smutty can be fluffy too hehe whatever works for you

alright this might be so much slow burn but let me explain 😭😭 I don’t like my requests so long bc they’re really just drabbles and something quick. I hope you like it; really enjoyed this request. Love a good yandere bc I’m crazy and need my man obsessed with a capital OBSESSED [but also not in a You kind of way, more possessive lmao] little over 2k words. light smut at the end. angst and smutty?

“If you want to act single? Fine, be single.”

He swears he short circuit-ed. His eye practically at what you just told him in the middle of what was supposed to be a nice dinner and yet there was an argument involved. He tried to smile or laugh it off despite his breathing suddenly becoming uneven, “What do you mean? I—I don’t act single. I love you, you know that.”

“Clearly I don’t,” your tone was sharp and it had his jaw clenching. What do you mean you don’t know how much he loves you? “You work day and night and when you have free time all you want to do is drink at bars with your friends. You entertain another girl’s flirting right in my face so try. Lie to me again that you love me when I’m not a single one of your priorities. Everyone else seems to be but me.”

“That’s not true. I don’t let other girls flirt with me. I always tell them I have a girlfriend when I go ou—“

“Tae it’s not just that. There’s many reasons I want to break up wi—“ “No, I’m sorry but you’re not dumping me,” he said trying to seem calm as he went to finish his dinner but suddenly he lost his appetite, “We’ll work this out.”

“There’s nothing to work out,” you were suddenly standing and he couldn’t hide his worry anymore, “I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s wrong if you already know it. I’m sorry but this just isn’t working anymore. I’ll head out first.”

“Y/n wait,” he rushed to stand just as the waiter came with the bill and he swears he could kill the guy for stalling him. By the time he was finished paying and gathering his things, you were already in a cab.

“It’s just one date, please? He’s bringing a friend and I’ve got no one,” your friend begged you one day after work. It’s only been a few days since you dumped Taehyung and she’s already rushing you to meet new people. He’s been texting you nonstop when before he’d go hours without responding. It was overwhelming because you still loved him but it felt like he didn’t care. If he did he wouldn’t have constantly brushed you off like you weren’t dating.

taehyung: I love you

taehyung: pls can we talk about this

taehyung: I’ll do better

“Fine but if I don’t like it I’m not staying,” you told her as the two of you left the building to a cab. She cheered in triumph and kissed your cheek, “You’re the best. It’ll help you get over Taehyung and move on.”

“It’s been day—“ “Who cares. It’s been a while that you’ve been feeling like this so you’re ready to m—“

“Y/n?” You both stopped abruptly, just a few feet behind you was your recent ex. You released a sigh as your friend looked at you and you gave her a weak smile, “You can go ahead, I’ll see you later?” She gave you a nod, glancing back at Taehyung once more and leaving. You turned to Taehyung, surprised to see his condition changed in just a couple days. His hair was a mess, he had dark circles, and his clothes looked like it’s been worn for days. You walked up to him, “What are you doing here? You never visit me here.”

“I wanted to see you,” he said honestly, head hanging low, “And I just wanted to… baby can we please just talk? Please, I miss you so much.”

“How? How can you miss me when you’d literally go days without seeing me. This should be something you’re used to,” you told him though you let his arm come to your side, “And I’m sorry but I really don’t want to talk to you.”

“Baby,” his voice broke, holding you closer now, “Don’t say that, please. Just… just give me another chance. I promise I’ll change an—“ “Taehyung I need some space, okay? I shouldn’t have had to break up with you for you to realize what a shitty boyfriend you’ve been.”

His eyes began to water and you’ll admit you’ve never seen him get emotional like this but you had to stand your ground. You’re not just going to stay with a guy who can’t value you. Still, you obviously still care about him, that’s not just going to go away so you couldn’t help yourself. You cupped his face and pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose, his hands on your waist as you said, “I’ve gotta go.” He wanted to keep you in his arms but then a cab came and you were slipping away.

Today was the stupid double date that you didn’t want to go on but you already agreed. You were in a café sitting on some couches having coffee across from two guys. They were both attractive but this felt wrong. But if you wanted to get over Taehyung and how he was when you dated, maybe you needed a rebound.

“So, what do you do for work?” One of them asked you in an attempt to make small talk. You set your mug down, “I’m a columnist.”

“Ah, so you both do journalism?” He asked and you nodded. He seemed nice, obviously attractive and sort of gentle. Even if you might not have been too interested in the date, now that you’re here you should try and make the most of it. Your fingers ran through your hair nervously, “What do you do?”

“I’m a mechanic, I work under cars mostly oil changes or engine changes,” he said with a shrug before smirking, “So if you need some work under the hood, I’m your guy.”

“I’ll make sure to call,” you said with a flirty smile, completely unaware of the man on the phone just tables away.

“Y/n’s here with her friend. It looks like they’re on a date,” Yoongi told his heart broken friend. “What?” Taehyung’s jaw clenched as he sat at a red light, “Where? How many people?”

“Two guys, one’s looking real interested in Y/n right now. Is she moving on that fast?” Yoongi asked, “And it’s at a cafe. I’ll send you the place, are you planning on coming because I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“No, I just want to know the place,” Taehyung lied and yet Yoongi believed him and sent the address. It didn’t even take him five minutes to find the place and park across the street. He got off quickly and tried to bury his face in his phone as he found a table far enough from you that you wouldn’t feel him behind you. He hid behind a menu.

“Wow, Jimin seems to be interested in Y/n and Y/n alone,” your friend said loud enough for Taehyung to hear, “Why don’t you just ask to talk somewhere private.”

“Soomin,” you said in a warning tone but you tried to brush it off with a nervous laugh, “Ignore her. She doesn’t have a filter.”

“It’s fine,” Jimin laughed with you, “Maybe we should though, give them privacy too.”

Taehyung stood abruptly, unable to stop his feet from taking him toward you in a swift move. The guys across from you slowly came to a stop mid-conversation at the sight of him and the intimidating glare in his eyes. It made you turn and your heart dropped, “Taehyung. W-what are you doing here?”

“Came for a drink when I catch you sitting here on what looks like a date,” his eyes were solely trained on Jimin whose mug was pressed against his face in an attempt to hide. He doesn’t know who this guy is and frankly he doesn’t want to know, especially when he just met you and Taehyung’s voice was so deep that with his stare he knew he didn’t want to get involved. Your friend sighed, “Taehyung this was my id—“

“Oh, I don’t doubt,” his tone was bitter turning his glare to you, “You’ve been dying for us to break up and now you’re rushing Y/n to move on? Real classy of you, did you tell these guys that you think you might be pregnant?”

“Taehyung!” Your voice rose as she glared at you. “You told him?”

“He was in the room when you called, I didn’t know you were going to say that,” you said honestly as the guys grew more uncomfortable by the second. You released an annoyed huff moving to stand up, “I’m sorry everyone. I think it’s better if I just go.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” the guy you hadn’t been talking to said, “I think Jimin and I should go too, not really interested in taking care of anyone’s kid.”

You pushed Taehyung out the front door, “Why would you do that? Soomin has nothing to do with what’s goin o—“

“She does if she’s trying to set you up on dates not even a week after we broke up!” His tone was loud as you made it to the sidewalk, “And I can’t believe you would actually entertain another guy right now. I thought you needed space, not some guy who just wants you for sex.”

“How do you know that?” You bit back, “Because that’s pretty much all you used me for. Sex and what? A dinner once a week? A text only when you felt like it?”

“Don’t act like you were always there for me either,” Taehyung said, “You were always too busy too. Sorry I stopped trying when you did and it’s not fair that I’m the only one being blamed.”

“I’m leaving, what you just did in there…” you stopped, trying to keep your cool, “Now Soomin’s going to be mad at me.”

Once again you left him.

He made it into his dark tinted car, hands tightening around the steering wheel and as he thought about what he just saw, he couldn’t help himself. His fists banged into the steering wheel, horn going off for a moment as he released some anger. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel trying to calm down. His eyes were bloodshot red, why can’t you just give him another chance?

He wasn’t ignoring you. He didn’t just use you for sex but he knew what kind of guy he was. He knew how obsessive and unhinged he could be so obviously he distanced himself. He wanted to be in a relationship where you didn’t feel overwhelmed by him but now you just left him. He was too busy scaring off any guy who’d try and talk to you that he seemed to have neglected the love of his life. But he won’t give up.

You can’t believe he was at your door right now. You had a long day at work and now Taehyung was in front of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your head hurt and you just wanted to be alone. So you ignored him as you unlocked the door and you spoke, “I’m tired Taehyung, I can’t do this tonight.”

“Then let me help you relax,” he set down the flowers on the table, immediately falling to his knees, “Please if you won’t take me back yet then let me love you. You love when I get on my knees. After we’ll watch a movie and stay in or we can go out, do whatever you want. I just want to spend time with you.”

“Taehyung I’m not in the mo—“ “Tae,” you released a sigh as he began sliding up your skirt in the process. Your hands were on his shoulders keeping him at a distance even though his hands were running to the back of your thighs closer and closer to your panties. Your mouth parted in surprise as he pretended to nibble on your thighs between words, “I know you want me to. I know how pent up when you get stressed. You know I can make you forget.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes until his hair was getting too close and tickling a certain spot.

“Tae, I know you want to get back together bu—ngh,” your hands tightened around his hair as he pressed you into the wall behind you, nose brushing over your panties, “Bu—Tae!”

“I’m listening,” he muttered, mouthing at your covered clit teasingly over the fabric, “But you’re wearing my favorite panties.”

“We can’t do this, oh fuck, can you just give me a se—“ your lips released a silent moan when he yanked them down roughly. Oh god he knew all your weaknesses to get you to not be mad anymore, you couldn’t help it. You were a sexual being and Taehyung always knew how to pleasure you.

“You’re wet baby, is this for me?” His hands were on your butt, fingers digging in as he grinds his teeth, “Or is this for one of those guys you’re trying to see behind my back.”

“I’m not seeing,mm,” his hot breath was fanning your heat as he spread your legs further apart, tongue giving a quick, shy flick against your hood, “Anyone.”

“But me,” he groaned, arms wrapping around your thighs as he hoisted a leg over your shoulders, “Isn’t that right, baby?”

He was teasing you with very quick licks, and hands that fondled you so deliciously, “Because you know, nobody can make you feel as good as I do. So you can’t just leave me.”

“Then treat me better.”

“I’ll treat you the fucking best,” he gave another lick, even lower, “Even if you don’t like it. I won’t leave you.”

“Tae—“ he cut you off with another, this time tongue flattening between your folds. Fuck he knows sex makes you weak. He peppered kisses against your gardening clit, “I’ll make you feel so good, every night. Every moment of the day that I can.”

“Tell me you’ll take me back,” he looked back up at you, “Please baby, I love you so much and I can’t stand seeing you trying to get over me when I know you still love me.”

“I don’t kn—fuck!” He was going to town now, anything to get you to forget your worries and your hips met his tongue with small thrusts into his mouth, “Fuck, fine. Fine. We’ll try again—“

“God, thank you so much baby, I’ll be better, but don’t ever try to leave me again, you hear me?”

The look in his eyes scared you as his tongue stuck out to lick you again. It was intense and dark but it had you nodding your head, scared to say no. And at the conversation a smile broke out on his face, “Good baby, not let me show you what you’ve missed.”

EL FIN

I’ll probs do like two more requests.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies today

bbhowie asked:

your art is so sensual and sharp, i’m not even in some of the fandoms you draw for but i’m following anyway bc it’s all so hot! thank you for sharing your talent with the world!

I appreciate it so much!! <3 This is such a nice thing to hear, I am very happy that you like my art and enjoy it even if it’s a fanart of things that you don’t really care about.

Thank you for your kind words!

Anonymous asked:

What did Idia do to make Lilia punish him? (Not really a punishment tho, I’d like to be up against the old man’s bare chest too)

(this is about this drawing)

To be honest, I didn’t really think about it much; I guess he was just saying some bratty stuff. I really love it when Idia is being annoying or has no filter, and even though Lilia is usually pretty chill around him or just overpowers him with the sheer dominance that he radiates, I like to think that sometimes he wouldn’t even bother and will just go “JAIL” and shove Idia’s head under his shirt to make him shut up for a moment. The fact that Idia would get flustered and freaked out is a sweet bonus that would make Lilia enjoy himself tremendously~ Totally worth it.

Anonymous asked:

I need to get this off my mind before I combust.

So

Imagine this being the first few weeks of the OctoTrio coming to land and they are exploring their new bodies   , Floyd sees this dick and when he touched it he was exploring a new sensation...... THEN HE SPINS IT AROUND LIKE A HELICOPTER AND IT LIKE "Azul!!!!! Jade!!!!!! COME LOOK AT THIS NEW TRICK I HAVE LEARNED THAT HUMAN BODIES CAN DO"!!!!!

Okay time for my ask now,

So I am the same person about the merman and human sex and if the trio would use a potion to turn their lovers into mermans themselves.

So, I know the twins are into biting ( especially Floyd) , maybe Azul too.

But, would the twins for as far as of biting to "mark" their mates?

I mean like not the light biting, a little bleeding kind.

I mean, they absolutely sink their teeth in, kind of like a devoting type of way when they are biting to make sure it will scar and permanently leave a mark, and absolutely make sure that everyone can see it.

Omg the first part of the ask NOOOO Floyd never should have been entrusted with a dick. This toy is too dangerous, and Floyd will find a way to traumatise everyone around with it both physically and mentally, but also monetary because someone would have to pay a fine for acting inappropriately….

To answer your question, I think Azul bites, but not as much as the tweels: he’s more of a squeezer-pincher, so I guess he would leave bruises instead lol

And the tweels bite A LOT. I’m not sure if this is an eel mermen thing or just the Leech bros thing, but I wouldn’t be surprised if someone who is their long-term lover would be covered in deep scars. I guess it’s “marking” in a way? Because there is no way you wouldn’t think it’s Jade and/or Floyd who did it, so of course it’s their way to show who their lover belong to, but they don’t have an instinct inside their heads to “claim” someone. They’ll bite a lot though! I think I always draw them either biting or licking others lol especially Floyd.

Anonymous asked:

merman sex is all well and good, but the real question we should be asking is another: would any of the boys be up to have sex with Jack while he's... you know... using his UM?

You know, Anon… there is this one artist on pixiv who draws beautiful JackVil with this exact theme… so my go-to is always to think of Vil, even though he is probably the one who would be the least expected to be into this type of stuff. I guess Jack is that much of a good boy 😭

I don’t know if any of the boys would actively think about it or even anticipate it, but honestly I want to believe that every boy we ship Jack with would enjoy it to his own surprise. Deuce got spooked by just a knot, imagine him getting the whole package.

[aleksa-sims]

Simself Story

I went to the young woman behind the counter to ask her for help, bcs I got lost and needed a phone to call N. As I mentioned in the last part, it turned out, the young saleswoman was Damien’s twin sister, Diana. I met her already 2 years ago at a Christmas party. She was there with her brother & I accompanied N. at the time. That party was organized by their coach.

Anyway, Damien’s twinsister and some other girls, who were also there at this party with their boyfriends, were pretty mean to me. She called me fat & ugly or something. I just couldn’t handle things like that. I was/am very introverted and lacked self-confidence. Especially then, I struggled a lot with that! However N. got really pissed, so we went home. And well! Now....she didn’t remember me, which honestly wasn’t a surprise to me. I’m like a ghost to most people.

Diana: That's odd. I have no idea who you are?... Anyway, Twinnie’s friends, are my friends too. But apart from that, I'm glad to help.

Me: Twinnie? Are you really calling your brother Twinnie?

Diana: Don’t you know the Twinnnie ice cream? Green & orange? Damien and I were addicted to it as kids. He always got green, Kiwi, I got orange. We loved that ice-cream. Perfect for us Twins.

Me: Yeess, Twinnie-Ice cream! My sister and I also enjoyed sharing the Twinnie Ice-cream.

Diana: Cool! What's your name? But...is there something going on with you two?😏... And when & where did we meet?

Me: Christmas 2 years ago. I was Nico's gf. I met you and Damien there at their coach's christmas party. I'm Aleksandra. And I'm with N. here, not with your brother!

Diana: Really? You & N., huh?... I've heard of you, I think?... Anyway, gald to meet you Aleks. I remember being... trashed back then. I was........ difficult at the time. So yes, there’s a lot I don’t remember clearly.

Me: Hm, same!🫤 I mean, I don’t drink. I did.... something..... else. However, I understand all too well what you mean. Still, you were pretty mean to me that night. You were mocking me. You called me ugly & fat! 😒

Diana: What? Oh nooo! I'm so sorry, Aleks. Ugh, I was such a bitch, damn it! 🤦‍♀️ ... Those.... rich girls, you know? I wanted to fit in. I did and acted as they did, to make them like me. But they were all so fake. I-.... I didn't like myself anymore. That's why I-... anyway. I'm so sorry. You're not ugly. You're actually really pretty.

Me: I... didn’t expect, that! And I thought those girls would follow you and do what you say?.... Agh, who cares. I don't give a shit about them. But thank you for your nice apology. I'm glad you're not really a mean girl. Is that why you dated David, that loser?

Diana: Pls don’t mention David. My brother's gonna kill me....David broke his wrist and Nico’s nose. 😄

Me: WTF?... He broke N.'s nose?🤨

Diana: Yes! I was there. I saw it! Nico’s nose’s been a bit crooked, since that fight between him & David. Didn’t you notice that?... But well, Nico got what he deserved. He also hurt David pretty badly.

Me: But Nico’s nose looks as usual... Agh, let's not talk about the past.

Diana: Okay!... I'm gonna call Damien to tell him you're here.

Me: Thanks. 🙁

Diana: They’ll be there in 2 minutes! They’ve already been looking for you.

Me: That means, N. trusts me.🙂 He didn’t think I left without him.

Diana: Huh?... What happened to Stephanie? Since when did you and N. get back together? OH, shit! 🤦‍♀️Sorry! Do you even know Steph, that weirdo? 😬 👉👈

Me: Yea, she's truly a weirdo. 😜 Our whole.... lovestory, Nico and I, is... a bit tricky. I’m pregnant! It’s Nico’s Baby. And I love him sm. I really do! I always did and I think he feels the same, but Stephanie.... agh, I hope Stephanie finally leaves Nico and me alone, FOREVER! Her brother married Melanie. Nico's sister. So Stephanie will always be....... there somehow.

Diana: Holly shit, you're pregnant? I can’t imagine Nico with a Baby! He’s just like Damien. They.... only have their damn soccer in mind. Their lives are all about this one thing, they don’t care about anything else.

Me: Um.... I know, but N. doesn’t want his life to be....just about soccer. He never wanted that! He always tried to find a balance. And he never really talks to me about soccer. He doesn't want to. And ngl, I'm glad about that.

Diana: Maybe that’s why he likes you so much? You are his balance. But still, N. & a Baby??? Damn, I hope this works for you two.

Me: Yea, I'll.... do my best. 🤷‍♀️(😞)

Then suddenly Damien’s and Diana’s dog (Tinka) came running towards me. Their dog was so happy to see me. She got really excited. But why, I asked Diana? She was sure, Damien told her to look for me. So cute their dog. Her name's Tinka. 🤭 Who would name a dog that?... Diana used to be a Tinkabell fan. 🤣🤭

Just after Tinka, Damien & Nico also arrived. They both looked at me... sadly? They seemed so worried. I was kind of ashamed. 😞

Nico: You ok?

Me: Now, yes.... I'm so sorry. That was really stupid of me. I had no reception near Damien's house. I called Ana. A FaceTime Call. That’s why my battery went down so fast. My phone died. I even left my umbrella somewhere. I was totally confused. I was afraid you thought I went home without you.🙁

Nico: I was rather worried you might get a panic attack and be alone somewhere. I guessed you got lost. Everything looks the same here. Those small pathways, the houses....

Me: I just shouldn’t have moved from the main road leading to Damien’s house, then I would definitely have found back.

Nico: I'm glad you're ok. I’ve really imagined the worst scenarios. Looking for you, Damien & I saw 2 overtrunded trees near his house. You’ll see when we go back. We really thought something might have happened to you.

Me: Ugh, shit. I'm so sorry.... But... are we ok now?

Nico: Um.... let's go home. Now it's all fine.

He hugged me and we went back to the house. Nico seemed depressed. Something was not okay. I felt so bad about him. So I told him, I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to stay with him. But he just said I should rest a bit. I was so broken from last night. We slept some hours in Damien's bedroom. We were really just sleeping. Nothing happened between N & me. He was distant, he didn’t even kiss me or anything. Which is totally unusual and strange for him or us. Tbh... it worried me. I was insecure. That’s not how we both imagined our date.

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[ruthlesslistener]

So when I was little I was like. Deathly afraid of snakes. Terrified and awful at even being around them. A sharp contrast to my sister who at the ripe age of 10 would happily want to hold and touch snakes, even if she really shouldn’t. (She’d over turn logs and wood to look at the babies? Little snakes curled up under them. Much to my horror.)

Anyways around 14 I started trying to get over it, bc my rational brain had kicked in and I knew they weren’t any real threat to me. They were just creatures trying to live and explore safely as well yknow? I held a snake at that age for the first time and I actually enjoyed it. Wasn’t frighten and was proud of myself for not freaking out about it despite it being v new and nerve wracking. (In the years following with trying to connect with Mother Nature I’d also be trying to breath and get myself to not freak about being close to spiders and some other bugs. Still. Working on those.)

Since then I haven’t had access to snakes in front of me. High school didn’t have any science teachers with snakes and I’m in a city for college so even worrying about them being in the brush is gone. So my fear/progress with snakes had largely gone dormant. But! You keep posting snakes and esp your thoughts and experiences with Juniper and it’s?? Really?? Helped me wrap my head around being cool with snakes. They’re funky noodle creatures. They’re pretty chill usually. They’re creatures with habits and personalities like anything else. Just noodle shaped. No more dangerous than a dog or cat really, maybe even less so considering big dog breeds. Arguably prettier than a lot of dogs too.

Idk it’s just been nice hearing about Juniper. She sounds like such a delightful noodle to live with honestly. And hearing about your experiences with her has grounded snakes back into reality instead of Evil Serpent Creature Of The Brush. So thanks for that ig✨✨

!!! I've just had this sitting in my inbox for a couple days now because I genuinely couldn't come up with the words to answer it. I've loved snakes all my life but was raised by a parent who was and still is scared shitless of them, so being able to reduce some of that terror by just nerding out about them?? That really made my week.

Now, if you want some more fun info about my experiences with them that ground them even further into 'this is just a little guy' territory:

Snakes are hands-down one of the most gentle, least-capable-of-evil vertebrates that I've ever worked with (which to be fair, includes parrots and rabbits so we've got a high bar here), primarily because they seem to only experience a few emotions: fear, hunger, curiosity, and contentment, and each of those motivations take up the entire braincell currently running at the moment. Which is likely far more simplistic than what we give them credit for- they can be very clever little things when they want!- but what surprised and delighted me the most after getting Juniper (even with all the research I did!!) was just how much curiosity takes up that one active braincell. Snakes are very frightened, sensitive beings, but when they feel secure enough for it, they are SUPER inquisitive. Everytime after 7, Juniper will poke her head out of her hide, and will actively watch me go about my nighttime routine until I settle or she gets bored enough to fall asleep. When I take her out, her primary mission is to explore wherever she can, investigating every little change in her environment before coming back to me to coil up under my crossed legs (or trying to wedge behind the bookshelf). They're often flagged as simple animals, and their emotions likely are quite primitive, but there's just a certain sort of joy that one gains from watching an animal explore her surroundings and seeing the little gears turning in her brain that makes it click just how similar we are to each other, even after years of evolution, and how magical it is that she has grown to understand that I am harmless enough for me to be a familiar anchor point when something New and Scary but also very Intruiguing comes along. And it's delightful to interact with her and see that realization click into place, and to also know that I wouldn't get a bite from it without great warning. Because snakes only bite when scared or hungry, and she is neither scared of me nor mistakes me for her dinner. That's a marked difference from interacting with parrots or rabbits, and also much less painful of a bite prospect- snakes do not have big beaks or jaws made for crushing through wooden materials, with sharp edges that slice right into your flesh. They've just got a whole bunch of little pinprick teethers, and no bite force whatsoever to hold it up. A bite is much less scary and much less likely to happen from a nonvenomous snake than from most other animals

(They can presumably also get angry, but the only time I've ever seen an angry snake was a very territorial, horny male in breeding season who'd mistake hands for othet snakes. Even then, all he'd do is push at them with his coils or grumpily shove at the hand with his face. No striking! Just the snake equivilant of hip-nudging.)

Something else about Juniper that really surprised me when I first got her- snakes aren't born knowing how to eat! They've got the instinct to strike at food and coil it, but the actual size they need to strike, amount they need to coil to kill the prey, and which way to gulp it down is a process learned by trial and error. Some can bonk their wee faces too hard on the strike and scare themselves so bad that it stops them from eating; some will try endlessly to eat a rat from the side or the ass end and then get so frustrated by their efforts that they give up. Juniper, luckily, is not either of those- she's a garbage disposal of a ball python, one that'll eat anything as long as it's not covered in substrate- but she was terrible at striking when she was little, terrible at figuring out how to eat said prey, and is still pretty terrible at wrapping her meals, like any proper snake should. I got her eating frozen/thawed when she was only 75g, so it's likely that she's never learned how to kill prey, and so sometimes she just...doesn't even try. I can't ever give this girl a live rat!! She doesn't know how to kill it like a proper python!!! And that's just so very funny to me. It really shows you that snakes aren't instinct-driven killing machines like people say, but animals equipped with a basic understanding of what they need to do and no actual experience on how to do it. She's at least figured out how to eat her reheated rats facefirst like a normal snake should, without enthusiastically trying to chow down on it from the side, but the way she's learned to manouver it against her body until she finds the right way it needs to go took almost an entire year of practice. And it's fascinating to see her do it, as she'll often use her own coils to help push her food to where she wants it to go. It might seem callous to state how much I enjoy watching my snake eat, especially since I love rodents, but the clear enjoyment/enthusiasm she gets out of a meal and the way she problem solves to get it in a configuration where she can eat it shows just how much more is going on upstairs than what we think, and that's super cool to me

(She also wipes her face after meals! Usually because a bit of substrate gets caught in her mouth and she hates the feel, but I've seen her do it even when nothing is in her mouth. She'll go up to one of her rougher pieces of decor, then carefully wipe her face on it, one side after another, just like how people do with napkins. I'm not sure if this is to help realign her jaws or if the fur of it tickles her face when no subtrate is in her mouth, but it is extremely cute)

Anyways, I'm so very happy that I've been able to use my love for snakes to help you appreciate them better! Here's a couple pictures of Juniper for you, taken when she was just hanging on my lap chillin while I called my family (or crawling over me so that she can get a good scope of the new apartment)

[stop-saying-tootsie]

48, 41, 43, 44 (cap and pat) and 38 :)

oh hey eli

48. What do you think the ghosts' jobs would be in a modern living-human AU where they're all just chaotic housemates?

my favorite kind of question >:)

i will preface this with: i am projecting as an elementary education major at university, and honestly i haven’t seen the show in so long that i don’t know if these are based off true characteristics, or the version that i’ve created in my mind bc of fan theories

robin - astronomer, no question, he’s so smart and would love mapping the stars and discovering new galaxies

humphrey - everyone (including me) puts him as a principal type, which i do agree fits pretty well. i think he’d enjoy being around kids and they’d definitely find him entertaining. also part of me wants him to be a chef for some reason

mary - she’d have a stand at the farmer’s market every week with really cool baskets and tons of food to sell, and cap would help her garden bc i said so

kitty - i really think she’d be a teacher, but definitely for much younger grades, she’d be so fun for primary aged students

thomas - do y’all remember trish from austin and ally? yeah that’s thomas in a modern au

fanny - she’d have no job, she came across a large sum of money after her husband died so she just sits at home with dante all day <3

cap - get this man into local theatre !!! (pat would drag him along and before you know it cap is the star), otherwise he’d probably enjoy a quiet job at a library, without much talking

pat - he’d definitely still be a scout master, and honestly he would make a fantastic teacher. he’s got the optimism needed for it, and he’s great at motivating people, so yeah absolutely

julian - he’d be fired from his MP job so he’d try to get into local government, and would fail, so his entire life is just attempting to campaign and mooching off the others

41. Let's settle this once and for all. Who's the real leader, the Captain or Pat?

i gotta give it to Pat. as much as i adore Cap, he’s too rigid </3 obviously in the military or other instances he’d be great at leading!! but with the ghosts, Pat just fits the vibe

43. You've heard rumours of a tenth upstairs ghost who doesn't often venture out of their room to visit with the other residents of the house. Who are they? (i.e. make up a ghost OC. I know i'm putting you on the spot. I just want to see what you come up with.)

okay i’m terrible at coming up with OCs oh god

it’s a teen who snuck into the house in the early 2000s and is honestly too embarrassed to show his face. he’s probably 16 or so, and was supposed to be meeting a “friend”, but got stood up, so he figured why not drink some of the alcohol that was up in the attic,,,it was not alcohol (honestly who knows what it was, one second he was fine and the next he was looking down at himself)

the reason he doesn’t venture downstairs is because he’s got a massive crush on like. pretty much all the ghosts, and mike and alison, but surprise!! he found out after a couple years that he can turn invisible (which was a relief because he thought every time he DID go downstairs, they just ignored him)

so he definitely listens in on all their convos, which frankly solidified his crush on most of them weirdly enough

also he wears jorts and a hawaiian shirt (he’s just like me fr)

44. me a song you think [insert character name here] would like, or a song that reminds you of them!

South by Hippo Campus is SO Cap and i’ll die on that hill BUT. a possible contender is The Astronomer from Ghost Quartet, very nice song and idk!! feels a bit like Cap!!

for Pat hmmm…i really like giving him ABBA or Queen songs, they’re just so perfect, so we’re going with Radio Gaga <3 (i swear at some point i did a post listing several songs for each ghost, and i literally have the playlist, but i can’t find the post no matter how hard i look so maybe i never posted it </3)

sorry to reuse these songs bc i’ve definitely provided them as answers before, but i haven’t listened to anything but will wood in months so i have no new music options

38. It's your turn to pick a movie for film club! What are you watching?

oh this is so much pressure coming from you eli

my personal favorite movie is richard jewell, so i would obviously choose that just to make them watch it. though i do think they’d enjoy the suspense, and absolute shitshow the FBI is

i may also go for Luca, because i think they’d all like it (cap may resonate particularly well)

and then of course the barbie movie <3 everyone needs to see it once in their life (or death)

[decembermoonskz]

hi izzy!! just dropping by to say hello and ask how you’re doing 🤍

but also seeing what you said about the anon messages really made me think—i do believe that you (and other writers) taking down your works or leaving has scared some readers, you know? it’s just a reminder that we should appreciate all of the fics and the writers behind them, and not only mourn them when they’re gone and it’s too late.

and that’s not to say that your anons or anyone else *didn’t* appreciate them, i’m not trying to call anyone out. i think this can be said for plenty of fandoms and plenty of things outside kpop fics too. it’s just nice to appreciate things and let creators know that you appreciate their things, and not just as a last resort.

anyways. just my ramblings haha. i hope you’re having a good day / night 🤍

aww I agree with what you said rain. honestly I didn’t expect anyone to send me any messages about my fics if I’m being totally honest with you haha 😂 so it’s come as quite a surprise to me.

So I’m going to continue this under the cut so it doesn’t take up too much space. I just wanna say that tldr these are just my thoughts on why I’m really archiving my works and the feedback/plagiarizing events going on and have been going on. Feel free to disagree with me on any of this but please anyone, do not come into my inbox with any discourse or just to tell me you disagree with something.

And before I continue I just wanna say, rain, ty for provoking all these thoughts out of me and sorry I got kinda carried away LOL This got SUPER long so don’t feel like you have to read it lovely but just know you are so one-of-a-kind and I’m so glad you stopped by today when I saw your message I smiled 🫂

So about the messages I got, I just wanna say that there were some of these ppl who replied to their own asks to me and they said they fully understand why I’m doing what I’m doing and it’s nice to know that even tho I don’t necessarily need any validation to be satisfied with my choice.

I’m going to just share my own ramblings and my own feelings towards some of these things bc I really don’t talk about it much (mainly bc it’s kind of draining for me personally)

I think some ppl do understand that this was an inevitability should writers continue to be plagiarized or essentially “left on read” when it comes to feedback (to be slightly witty and lighten this just a bit lol) this topic isn’t one I talk about a lot but I fully acknowledge and hear/see what other authors go through on an (unfortunately) regular basis.

I think the main thing I tried so hard to remind myself of is that I write for myself and no one else. More than once did I forget this and start thinking “oh please like this fic! please tell me it was worth it to write! please like it and me!” I think that’s what my thoughts began to turn into, and when that started happening I knew I needed to step back bc I really started to hate writing and I wanted to just turn away from it. I took a really long hiatus back in 2021 (iirc time is fake) and after writing tons of projects for myself and taking time off of tumblr, I came back in a much healthier mindset.

Basically, I really stopped caring about notes and feedback and for me it was life-changing.

I under no circumstances claim this is how all writers should be to feel better nor do I claim thinking like this is as easy as a snap of your fingers or that it cures all problems. It took me a while to learn this lesson (hence the hiatus) but having learned to not really care about all of that stuff I truly felt better about my writing AND myself. Any and all notes and feedback have just been pure bonuses for me and they brighten my day if I happen to get any. Heck, I’m still shocked that not one but TWO of my fics surpassed 1k notes, like, that’s crazy to me. I realized that once I stopped caring so much about feedback or notes and chose to focus whether or not I was the one who was satisfied with my work, I noticed a lot of positive things would gather towards (such as feedback or reviews).

With all of that being said, this doesn’t make the issues going on go away (though I wish it would). I can’t deny that this is pretty much the perfect time to archive my fics what with the surge of plagiarism coming into the light right now. Of course though, plagiarism has always been around and it happens to anyone over anything, they way I think in no way ignores the fact that something like that is out there and unfortunately we all take a risk when sharing anything online (tho ofc plagiarism can happen even irl but this is more focusing on online). I knew that risk going into it and it hurts when I see other people I know and people I don’t know have their hard work taken by some random stranger all so that person can get more praise from more random strangers on the Internet bc they couldn’t come up with a creative idea on their own.

I really hope that these issues can be resolved and I always send my love and support to all authors who have been affected by plagiarism. I’m glad more people are being brave and using their anger to act and call out these people and standing up for themselves or others. Putting those emotions into something positive is what I hope for the most.

Now the last thing I wanna talk about is the reason I (myself) am taking a break. I think that the timing as I mentioned couldn’t have been better what with everything going on, but these issues aren’t actually the real reason I’m taking this break but i kind of Sept my reasons reasoning under the rug bc it wasn’t necessarily as urgent as others.

My reason is simply bc I’ve kind of lost that drive to post my stuff online at all. The same thing happened when I used to draw and post art years back. I realized that I just enjoy these activities for myself and my friends rn rather than sharing it with a ton of people. Now this isn’t to say that I hate it or that I’ll never post again ever. I doubt that honestly. But I think taking this break is good for me bc I just want to talk about my fics and/or share them with friends right now and that’s enough for me. Im sad to stop posting, yes, but it feels kind of like I’m closing a chapter. That doesn’t mean I can’t change my mind later on or want to post again either! I think we forget sometimes that we can make decisions and essentially unmake them down the road. There doesn’t need to be this fear of seeming indecisive to others or anything like that. I feel like I’d love to come back and post again some time but for now I’m good. I enjoy being on tumblr to reblog posts, chat and ramble, and maybe even come back to see messages in my inbox. That alone makes me happy and I just don’t wanna add anything else to it rn.

Will I be back to posting? I feel like I will at some point, but idk when that point is exactly. For now, I’m gonna take my time and think about it. I’m gonna keep writing but I just don’t think I need to share it online rn haha and I’m content with that. I don’t believe I was ever “unappreciated” on here, I was happy sharing for the most part, and any and all feedback gave me a little pep in my step, but it wasn’t the sole reason I was posting and that in and of itself I think was the reason I didn’t quit posting on tumblr a long time ago. I do hope that for those who continue to post on tumblr, they know it’s okay to keep doing it. I don’t want them thinking that with people leaving they’re wrong or bad or insane for still posting. Everyone should just do what feels right for them. I hope more and more people will come to appreciate authors more, not just of kpop fic but any fic or any writing. I hope creatives will be appreciated and given lots of love and they will have lots of joy rather than stress in their lives. I just don’t feel like being one of those creatives right now, and that’s okay. I can always come back if or when I feel like it.

I think that’s all sorry for this word dump, this is a fic length itself 😭😂

[imaginarypasta]

this is gonna be some really ramble-y thoughts on immortality (and its implications for khaenriah) in genshin

bc i was thinking about how dissatisfied i was by how when characters are paired up (e.g., in their lore or friendships or associations) it’s really often along immortal-mortal lines. because i just personally don’t really find immortal-immortal relationships particularly interesting just generally speaking (removes a lot of (emotional) urgency, takes away potentially interesting questions about humanity and mortality, etc. just ultimately isn’t the kind of story i like to hear) (and specifically i was a bit disappointed in how that manifests in wanderer’s story although that doesn’t actually end up being that relevant to what i’m gonna say) so i find it quite difficult to really be interested by those characters or dynamics

however, despite this angle, i think that such insistences, however subtle they may be, actually do something really interesting for khaenriahns specifically. that is, if immortal characters are constantly being paired up with one another, it creates a divide between them and mortal characters. not necessarily an antagonistic one, but at least one where humanity (broadly speaking) is defined specifically by mortality. that is, it’s defined against immortals (versus how we might otherwise define it against, say, plants or animals, or in other genres, even something like aliens or robots). which is to  say it fits with its own genre, yes, but also that that is just a question i enjoy.

it seems to me as though this isn’t a teyvat-specific belief as it would be applied to khaenriahns (otherwise, why would they be cursed w/ immortality (in part)? like, it would just be sort of random. which like sure maybe you could say something like it wasn’t how they were defining themselves and it was a teyvat-specific idea to implement on them through the curse. but honestly that seems convoluted and, while interesting, not something i’m going to explore here). that is, their curse is specifically meant to target this defining characteristic of their humanity, which is in turn a defining characteristic of their identities (both personal and national). in short, the use of this dichotomy works really nicely with khaenriah’s lore imo.

and i think this was very surprising to me to realize because if khaenriah is also determined by its alchemy, this definition of themselves against immortality is really surprising! for a very long time, i was expecting the thread of alchemy and thus longevity in life to play a role in their story, but not at all like this--perhaps something they were searching for, something they found and were punished for finding it because it made them too powerful, overall just something they wanted.

but then like, if it’s not, how were they defining death and by extension life? what implications does this have for how they were interacting with the world?

but also, what were their goals with alchemy? because in my head, the main goal is generally understood to be immortality. which if you remove, why were they doing it? i’m also familiar with spontaneous generation as a major goal, but it also seems like they already got there (or at least some of them did). so maybe i’m totally blowing their thing with alchemy out of proportion. maybe it wasn’t as big of a deal as i’m thinking of it as. or it opens up alchemy to a number of different purposes.

[habizuh-studios]

Part 2 bc of the 4096 limit

Johnny’s movements were slow, as if he was making sure he wouldn’t step on my foot or something. He stepped forward, and I stepped back. He stepped to the right, and so did I. We followed each other for a little while, until we got a good pace. I smiled. This was fun. I really liked dancing with Johnny. Eventually, when we got the hang of it, I surprised him by spinning around once, grinning ear-to-ear. We resumed our pace, adding spins and getting quicker. Eventually, when the song was about to end, Johnny pushed me out gently by extending his arms. I thought he wanted to stop, and was a little disappointed, but he held on tight and pulled us back together. Then, he let go of my hand that was in the air and lightly hugged me? I’m not sure how to describe it, but I’m not sure if that matters, since he let go with one hand and put it in the air like it was a jazz number. I dipped towards the ground, but his arm was secure around my waist, and I felt my arm going up slightly in the air like it was actually choreographed. It was honestly perfect. I didn’t want to stop. Gosh, I didn’t want to stop.“Wow, that was…” Johnny said, a little out of breath. He can definitely hold his own and he’s really strong, but he sure ain’t the strongest in our gang. He almost dropped me, but I got up in time. I grinned for the nth time that day, “That was something, huh?” Johnny’s face warmed up, probably from how much we danced. Who knew slow dancing could be so exhausting? Or maybe thrilling, I don’t know. We both sat down, turning the radio off before it could play the next song. Sitting next to each other against the dusted wall, I put my head on his shoulder. Johnny stiffened, so I wondered if I did something wrong, but he relaxed just as quickly. I lethargically blinked. “You know,” Johnny said, “You’re cute. When you dance- it was nice… it was fun.” Well, didn’t that make me feel warm inside? “Yeah, you are, too. We should do this again, once we’re not on the run.” Johnny chuckled, and the silence continued. It was comfortable. Being with Johnny almost felt like being home. I never want to lose him.

How You Make Me Sway

Summary: I was bored out of my mind, and there was nothing to do in the church. Unless you count for the radio in the corner. I turned it on, not expecting a slow song to play. Of course, when Johnny extended a hand out towards me, I didn’t think he’d say, “Wanna dance, Pony?”

OR: In which the boys are bored at the church and Ponyboy decides to dance with Johnny. :) AO3 LINK

I was bored out of my mind. Maybe running away wasn’t the best idea after all. Johnny and I had run to the church about two days ago. Johnny had gone for supplies, and all was well, but neither of us were in the mood to read Gone with the Wind and there was really nothing that we wanted to do. Unless you account for the radio in the corner. There was really nothing else to do- everything was so still, and though I usually just zone out and let my imagination take me anywhere, I wanted to spend some more time with Johnny. I think he was bored out of his mind too. The black-haired boy was dangling with only his legs holding him up from one of the dusty pews, arms on the floor. I eyed the radio in the corner, suddenly getting up. Johnny looked at me questioningly, and I blushed a little, flustered. I think I stuttered out something about wanting to turn on the radio, and Johnny got up from his awkward position and followed me there. “What song are you gonna play?” He asked, curious. An idea had been in my mind for the past few minutes, and I wanted to test it out. Answering Johnny’s question, albeit flusteredly, I mumbled, “I dunno.” I’m pretty sure I said it quickly, so I have no idea how Johnny heard it. “That’s fine, just turn it on and we’ll see what song plays,” Johnny said. He was cool like that. I grinned up at him crookedly like Two-Bit, “Once I figure out how to turn on this radio.” It was a different brand than the one we had at our house- it was probably newer, with a bunch of fancy knobs and switches. It wasn’t too hard to turn on, though, and eventually, it landed on a slow song. The kind of song that I’ve seen people dance to in movies, all elegant and fancy. You see, I know how to dance- before my parents died, they would dance together in the living room, laughing and smiling at each other. I vividly remember Sodapop bursting into the room and wanting to be a part of the action back then. My mom laughed, smiled at my dad, and took his hand, teaching him. At the time, they were dancing to a slow song- the type of songs where one of the people has to put one hand on the waist and where they spin together slowly. My parents were good dancers, and I think Sodapop was, too. Eventually, Darry and I went to the living room. We used to be a lot more competitive, so when we saw Sodapop dancing with Mom, Darry and I had said we wanted to learn, too. And so we had. I’ll probably never admit it to anyone else, but I really liked it. Maybe I enjoyed the song, or the steps, or maybe it was nostalgic because that was a really nice memory with my parents. Sometimes, when I’m zoned out, I’m imagining that scene or something similar to it. So when Johnny extended a hand out towards me, I didn’t think he’d say, “Wanna dance, Pony?” I don’t know why I stared at his hand like it gave me the world, but I took it anyway, and replied, “Do you know how?” “Not really,” Johnny awkwardly smiled. “But I think you’ve mentioned knowing how once or twice.” Gosh, I had? How many things have I mentioned to Johnny and forgot about? “Well, you’re right about that.” None of us said a word, but I guided Johnny’s hand to my waist and put my arm on top of his. My other hand grasped his other hand, and I held it out a little away from our faces- I’m pretty sure you have to do it farther, but I really didn’t feel like it. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Johnny broke in, slightly grinning, “This comfortable, Pony?” I nodded my head, smiling back. I then realized I would have to explain the footwork, and waited for a beat in the song, before explaining- I basically forgot how to do it, but I can remember the people in the movies doing something similar, so I based any gaps in my memory with their movements. “You basically just step out and together in any direction, and I’ll follow,” I said. “You have to do it constantly- unless you wanna stop or something, then we can.”

[gayerthanevertbh]

songbird

pairings | scarlett johansson x fem!reader

summary | you fell in love with your father’s best friend throughout the summer in spain until she breaks your heart as well.

warnings | smut/angst themes - 18+ MINORS DNI. heavy angst, slight fluff, explicit language, first time sex, rough kissing, sex in public (sort of), age difference, and more.

word count | 7.0k

notes | this is a completely different turn bc i thought it was like cmbyn but it’s really not? i hope you still enjoy this angsty one-shot lol x

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When I was a kid, I used to remember that I was sort of a hopeless romantic. I’d fall for anyone who would treat me with tenderness and kindness and the next thing you know it is that they would leave you and yet you would still feel that I’ll find my true love kind of scenario when honestly that’s never going to happen. You could say that I’m a negative person, I think wholeheartedly I am one. Although you can’t blame me if you’ve been in love with a person for so long that you might as well think you’re delusional. I think I’m still in love, I do deeply think and feel her love for me. But what she did was no excuse, I try to repeat that to myself every day since she doesn’t deserve an ounce of my forgiveness. I can never forget her stupid blonde hair and her green eyes, especially her tattoos that got me so annoyed because they were all over her body. Well, I’m sort of exaggerating there.

I hate her, I want to hate her. Oh, I love her. I love her so much that I’d kill myself for her, that I’d hurt myself for her so that she could notice me all over again. I wanted her to look at me and touch my skin, make me feel alive again. I still remember her deeply strained voice that calls out my name each time we make love, how she would tell me that she was immensely in love with me and that the next summer we would run away together.

We never ran away together, we never held our hands together in public. We never did that stuff.

                                                     2020.

I was casually reading my book on my chair with my feet prompted on the table when I heard loud laughing voices from downstairs. They sound feminine, familiar, and intimidating. I quirked an eyebrow and threw a cardigan all over my upper body to see what was going on. Usually, it’s quiet in our house–it’s a big house to be fair, that’s why there were no loud sounds most of the time except for my record player. I closed my door behind me and treaded myself down to the main floor when I saw a tall figure man with a woman beside him. I realized it was Chris and Scarlett that came by to our villa, as my dad teased.

“Y/N, why don’t you say hello to our guests?” my dad calls me as he makes his hand a motion for me to come forward and say hi to them. I gave them a quick smile before hugging Chris tightly, being comforted by large arms and a thick beard that was itching on my cheek; it didn’t feel nice no offense. I pulled away and was surprised when Scarlett gave me the initial hug, god she felt nice around me. Her arms and her chin on my shoulder felt a little too homey for me, I almost thought that it wasn’t that awkward.

“You’re all grown up,” says Scarlett with a huge smile on her face, her teeth pearling nicely. “Weren’t you just a baby the last time I saw you?”

“I think I was fifteen,” I corrected her politely as she shrugged her shoulder; her smile never faded away but then it got smaller. I added, “You look very nice. I’m happy that you’re here.”

“Oh, I’m happy myself as well Y/N,” she responded while squeezing both of my hands with her soft ones. Her thumb caressed the back of my hand, it felt too nice for my liking. “You look very pretty if I may add, does that bother you?”

“No, it doesn’t,” I say truthfully–maybe I was being honest. I did like how she called me pretty, like it felt so casual, too casual. She smiles again and I decided to bring them upstairs since I insisted. The house was big, but the rooms were mostly occupied with our storage. The good thing was there were two rooms left and that I showed them the first room, assuming that they were together. But Chris quickly dismissed that, he said with a laugh: “Oh me and Scarlett are not a thing, I don’t think I’m her type at all.”

“Oh?” I asked with a scrunched look on my face while I set up the first room by opening the curtains to feel more of the air outside. I hear Scarlett responding: “Yeah, Chris is definitely not my type. We’re just best friends.”

Now, I was genuinely curious at how Chris wasn’t Scarlett’s type. The man was a tall, quirky, and very lovable person. He looked like a lovable kind of guy where you could fall in love with him with a bat on an eye–at least that’s how I think. But Scarlett seemed to be not interested, which was a little confusing.

Unless she’s a homosexual like me.

That couldn’t be true, she has dated men in the past. I know that because she’s an A-list Actress, of course, I’d see her on the news and in articles on the internet. So it was impossible for her to like women, right? I was just assuming yet again, I always assume things.

When Chris decided he’ll take the first room, I showed them the second room to see if she ended up liking it. It was small but not in a cramming way, you could still walk and do many activities in the room. There was a vanity table near the door and a bed beside the balcony area; a long bookshelf on the right side of the room.

“You could take my room if this is too small for you,” I offered. My room was bigger than this one, so I had to check if she liked it. “I mean, this room is quite big if you remove the bookshelf. Other than that, you could take mine if that’s what you prefer.”

She shakes her head and sits on the edge of the mattress with her hands planted on each side of her thighs. I heard her say, “No, I think I like it here. Thanks for the offer though, Y/N.”

Why did I assume that she knows the inside of my room? Silly and poor me, I was being delusional once again. I smiled at her for one last time before heading toward the door to give her some space. Before I even closed it, I heard her asking: “I’ll see you at dinner?”

I nodded with a duh look and responded quickly with the heat overtaking my body. “Yeah, you will. Have a good time, Scarlett.”

I’ll see you at dinner. What does that mean? Was she being friendly? Flirtatious, perhaps? No, I can’t think that she was flirting with me, that would be too much. Besides, she probably has no interest in younger people. Or even me if I had to include myself, which began me to think that I might have a slight infatuation with her. I shrugged it off and walked back to my room where I continue to read the book that doesn’t make sense to me, just for me to be distracted from my interaction with Scarlett.

It’s just some silly crush, nothing more.

Until it wasn’t, it has become an obsession of mine once we had dinner that night. I was sitting beside her and whenever we would have a conversation about moving to new places and all that, I could feel her elbow brushing against my skin without her eyes looking at me. Of course, I noticed that. We were sitting so close to each other that you might as well think we are a couple. I tried to shake it off and continue to eat my soup, but I was so focused on her elbow that it was the only thing I thought about the whole night. She would occasionally ask me if I was going to college, and I’d tell her that I was applying to two universities. I remember her saying: good luck, I know you’re a smart girl and I might take that as a literal sense when she told that to me. I will never forget it.

I kept writing her name on my notebook that evening, cursing myself when I remembered how she smiled at me, how she touched my hands that felt so innocent but with intention. We were the same height, but she could be a few meters taller. I wanted her to do something about this or even tell her that I’m having a strange crush on her that felt so surreal. Would she laugh at it? I was probably just a kid in her eyes. I had no chance, I had no hope.

Eventually, I fell asleep that night and woke up without even thinking about her.

                                                        —

While I was at the small coffee shop, I saw something so familiar that would’ve wrecked me if I stared more. Instead, I stared a lot. Scarlett was with this girl but they weren’t holding hands or anything intimate, they were just casually walking along the sidewalks. I was far from sight but I could feel the jealousy creeping up on me like a virus. Was it her friend? How did she make friends here so fast? I had a lot of questions in my head that needed to be answered but instead, I looked down at my plate and continued to eat my sandwich with an iced coffee that the barista gave a few minutes ago.

I walked to the nearby bookstore and grabbed and searched for new stories that I wanted to read, maybe I should read something philosophical. Or maybe something about murder so that I could be prepared. I realized how creepy that sounded and decided to buy another book from Sylvia Plath. When I finally made my purchase, I turned around to see Scarlett standing a few feet away from me with sunglasses that covered her bright green eyes. I was startled–even almost fell from the ground–but I stood there and gave her a quick smile.

“I didn’t know you were stalking me.” I joked, laughing but realized I was doing that with myself. But then she laughs and takes off her glasses, I could finally see her beautiful eyes. She wore a long floral dress that matched her khaki hat that looked like Yankees. She had few necklaces on her and now it felt like I was sort of taller than her. But she was still a few meters taller than me.

“Who said I was?”

“Well because you’re in the same bookstore with me.”

“You sound like you don’t want me here,” she stated with her mouth twitching with a smirk. I could’ve sworn I almost died from that look she gave me. “I was finding an antic store until I saw you here, I wanted to say hi.”

“Oh,” I breathed out and licked my lips together–not really knowing why I did that for. There was a short pause before I added, “Hello to you too, I guess.”

“Now I’m convinced you don’t want me here.”

It was probably how I spoke to her or the way my posture was. I was surprised and thought about how I should reply so that she gets to stay and maybe walk with me home, but I felt like a prude in front of her. Now she’s probably going to talk to me for the rest of the summer because of my response. I sighed and shook my head solemnly to disagree with her assumptions.

“Sorry, I was just surprised that you’re here,” I answered, she quirks her eyebrow in confusion. “Like–I mean, well you kind of scare me.”

“Ha-ha,” she faux a laugh and places a hand on her chest as if she was laughing very hard. “Come on, why don’t you bring me to this antic store? You’re an expert with tourism, right?”

She must’ve implied of me showing her around the house almost a week ago, and I chuckled softly because of it. She was witty and knows how to charm you–which is in fact true. Scarlett was a very charming person with a calming personality, probably also the kindest woman you’ll ever meet. But those were the fans that say about her on the internet, she is nice. But she can be a pain in the ass. I remember this one afternoon when I was taking a swim and all so suddenly she throws an untouched apple on the ground, never looking back. You could consider that an accident, but I saw it as if she was littering. I picked it up and it felt soft on my hand, perhaps it was so soft because of the heat of the sun. Anyway, I remember placing it in the basket and wanted her to know that she shouldn’t do that a lot.

“I don’t want to be your personal tour guide.”

“Ouch,” she fakes a hurt look on her face as she readjusts the cap on her head. Now, she was standing in front of me and I realize how close we are–how our face is almost three inches away from each other. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ll buy us ice cream along the way.”

My heart starts to flutter with the pet name that she gave me. Sweetheart. God, my legs are about to tremble from the way she says it with her soft sultry voice that you’re convinced that she was flirting with you. She probably wasn’t, maybe that was her being nice. I nodded and walked alongside her quietly. I would listen to her as she tells me about her new movie that she’ll be in, teasing me to keep it a secret. Of course, I would keep it a secret. I wasn’t that kind of person who would disobey someone, let alone myself disobeying Scarlett–which I did not want. I brought her to the antic store and I watch her dreamily as she buys loads of stuff from the store, keeping the store owner happy. God, she was so happy to see an actress buying her shop. I mean, I’d be happy too if someone would buy a lot of objects from my store.

Scarlett and I continued to walk back to the house, our feet treading onto the soft gravel as the sun is about to set down slowly. I was holding the ice cream in my hand that she bought for me and she was licking hers while her eyes were all over the place. It’s like she has never been to Spain before, specifically Oviedo where they are all staying at the moment. Maybe she has never been to any cities in Spain, only Madrid.

“Have you ever dated someone?” I asked Scarlett with curiosity in her voice; I cringed from her question that I almost dropped my ice cream.

“N-no,” I say with a stutter, cursing myself inwardly at how stupid I sound. “I did have a short fling with someone though.”

“Nothing is called a short fling, little one.”

“Why are you calling me that?” I asked, trying to change the subject–but also curious on why she called me a little one. Did she see me as a child? I was starting to get annoyed when that nickname started to swirl all over my head relentlessly. She just laughs and shakes her head, muttering something that I don’t understand.

“Because you are little.” she stated, as a matter of a fact. I was not, we were literally of the same height–practically the same!

“I’m not,” I grumbled down my breath and I was jotting out my lower lip like a baby. She looks at me then laughs again, god her stupid laugh makes my lower stomach flutter with affection.

“Anyway, nothing is called a short fling. It’s either you were in love or it was nothing, there’s no such thing as a fling.”

“You sound so sure about that.”

“Because I am,” she responded as she ate the edge of her cone. “Come on, tell me about this story.”

“It was this girl from my school and we were sort of crushing each other,” I tell her with a shrug of my shoulders. “Well, we were. Until she liked this boy named Tom and I broke up with her. Or at least you can say it was a breakup, we had no labels.”

“You children these days,” she chuckles and I felt her knuckles brushing against the back of my hand. I realized how utterly close we were and somehow I wanted her to hold my hand and bring it to her lips, kissing it–

“There you guys are! I was starting to worry for both of you.”

We both turned and saw Chris and my mother walking toward us. Suddenly, Scarlett kept her distance and walked to my mother to give her a small peck on the cheek–of course in a friendly matter. I felt my body deflating when she walked away from me; her knuckle was no longer touching mine. I walked back to the house alone, locked myself in, and listened to some angsty songs that I don’t normally play. But right now, it felt like a mood to play it from my record player.

                                                       —

Do you like me? I wrote down in my journal viciously like a barbaric person. Tell me, shout at me, do you like me? Can you please just tell me that you do? I sounded desperate to know if she did, maybe not in the same way as mine but at least as friends. Do I want to be friends with her? No, maybe. I don’t even know at this point. Sometimes I think that my infatuation with Scarlett has become ridiculous like it’s becoming a joke to me and my head. But I can’t stop thinking about her whenever she gives me small gestures that mean nothing. I want to rip myself in half, I want her to look at me and kiss me on the lips despite the consequences that are going to occur. I wanted her to be passionate about me, I wanted her to chase me.

God, I do sound desperate.

It was the second week of July and we were all supposed to go swimming at my father’s private resort. But Scarlett decided that she’ll stay at home since she didn’t feel like she was interested in swimming. And as stupid as I was, I told my father that I’ll stay too.

“Why? You like swimming–”

“Not right now,” I cut him off with a nervous smile as I leaned my back against the chair, playing with the strand of cloth from my shorts. “I don’t feel very well.”

“I guess it’s just me, your mom, and Chris for today.” he laughed and continued to talk about the structures from the main city where they should visit soon. I was not interested in their conversation. I hoped that my father won’t figure out that I have an infatuation with Scarlett, so I just kept my mouth shut and continued to eat my bagel with cream cheese on it.

After that long breakfast, I was sitting alone under a tree to listen to my music and read a poetry book by Emily Dickinson. Our house had a huge garden that almost looked like a forest, so I stayed there for almost thirty minutes. I was so enticed by my book that I didn’t realize Scarlett was approaching me with her hands in the pocket of her shorts. I quickly looked away and pretended that I was still reading my book.

“You were staring,” she stated and sat down beside me and took one of my tapes to the ground. I groaned and tried to take it from her hand, but she was teasing me. God, why am I infatuated with this woman? If I wasn’t, she would be a menace to me. “Fiona Apple? You have good taste.”

I dropped my book on the ground and put the earbud from my headset back to my ear, trying to think of something else other than her. She was so close to me, our hips were sort of touching at this point. I tried not to mind it but god–she was too close that I was about to suffocate. We sat there in silence, admiring the view of the house that pleased Scarlett’s eyes.

“I know something that you don’t know,” Scarlett quirked, looking to the side of her shoulder to give me a quick wink–the constant fluttering in my stomach starts to act up like a piece of machinery. I gulped and felt my throat very dry as I thought about what she was trying to imply.

“What do you mean?”

“You stayed here because you wanted to spend time with me.”

Most of it was true, and none of it was false. I tried to hide my cheeks away as I was blushing a little too hard, but she was laughing–not in mockery, but in a fond way. Or at least that’s how I think. She pulled my cheek and our eyes made contact. God, we were so close to kissing one another but I was afraid enough to do the first move. I felt her thumb caressing up and down on my cheek as I try to think of something else other than those stupid soft lips that I want to feel. She could possibly know how desperate I was.

“You’re really beautiful when I could see you so close,” her voice starts to strain as her nose touches mine. I was, sure enough, that she’ll press her lips against mine but instead, I felt her warm breath on my lips. I moaned very quietly that you can barely hear it and she whispered, “I want to know if you want this.”

“If I want what?” I know I was teasing, and I was doing it with so much intention. I wanted to see if she was as desperate as me and if she truly wanted me. I opened my mouth and let her breathe into me, to let her control me whenever she would like to. She blows slowly into my mouth and then so suddenly–our lips connected. I felt both of her hands under my jaw as she gives more feelings into our kiss, I was in oblivion. I wanted to pull away since I felt like it was too surreal, but she kissed me well. And if I was being lame, this was my first kiss.

Scarlett pulls away with the sound of our lips pulling away and whimpers, “You know we can���t do this.”

I already knew that. I responded with a convincing tone, “No one has to know about us.”

“It’s not that,” she takes a gulp and holds my neck close while peppering kisses all over my face. My eyes, my cheeks, my nose, and my forehead. She kisses my lips again but this time I could tell she was desperate for it, she wanted to feel me. Then she says, “I’m–oh fuck it, I really like you.”

I don’t know if she’ll ever continue what she has said, but neither did I care. I let her kiss me passionately, her tongue sliding itself into my mouth. She was so gentle with my mouth as well as my body that I felt like I was treated with care. No one has ever kissed me the way she does, nor even touched me like she does. Our kiss felt so poetical, something so peaceful and unrealistic. I let her other hand roam on my stomach until she cups my core softly. I grip her blonde hair with my hands as she palms my core, finding my clothed clit to make my body electrify with her touch.

“I want you,” she breathes as she gives me one more deep kiss before she whispers hotly: “I want to kiss your body, your breasts, and your cunt. I want all of you, so fucking bad that I think I might be going insane.”

“Then do it,” I said with a quiet moan coming out of my trembling mouth. Scarlett looks at me with her hooded eyes as she slips her finger into my shorts, feeling my wet panties. I was embarrassed by how wet I was–she could see that and even chuckled deeply when she felt it. “Scarlett, please–”

“I’ll take good care of you,” she assures me as I feel more of her kisses on my neck–then to my chest, and continued to massage my covered cunt with her bare fingers. “I promise I will. I won’t hurt you, baby.”

Scarlett touched my clit for the first time and all I could remember doing was staying quiet while biting my lower lip, trying not to whimper so loud that anyone could hear our actions. She gives open-mouth kisses on my neck while finding my hole with two of her fingers, she sighed into my mouth when she felt my wet folds that made contact with her skin. I was holding her face while she was kissing me with her eyes averted to my shorts; her fingers making circular motions onto my welt open folds.

“Push them inside of me,” I begged as my eyes rolled back to my head when I heard her groaning from my ear. “Scarlett, please push your fingers inside of me–I can take it…”

She pushed in and I gasped loudly, the feeling of irritation and tightness was profound yet it was painful that her fingers were only half inside of me. She continues to kiss me on the corner of my mouth, saying: “It’s okay, you’re okay baby. Is this okay? Am I hurting you?”

I shook my head in response and replied with a mewl, “You’re not hurting me–Oh god, I promise you aren’t. Keep pushing them in, Scar. Please, I need you.”

“As you wish, my love.”

Scarlett spent her time trying to loosen me up so that she could thrust inside of me swiftly without hurting me. She kissed my neck, chest, and lips to keep me away from the pain–and it worked. Once I was used to her fingers, she starts to thrust in and out of me with her eyebrows scrunching; letting out each grunt as she keeps pounding me with her fingers. Her mouth was on mine as she slowly curled her fingers to hit that spot and I was moaning uncontrollably like some slut I am.

“You’re my pretty girl,” Scarlett moans softly as I keep clenching around her fingers; giving her this sign to become a little rough with my body. “Taking my fingers so well, you’ve dreamt about this haven’t you?”

I have indeed. I wasn’t ashamed of it, I’ve always wanted her to take my virginity and she happily took it–she looked proud taking it even. She nuzzles her face in my neck as her rapid thrust becomes more sloppy, rough, and out of control. I nodded furiously and started to hump her fingers with my hips, finding more of that pleasure. When the tip of her fingers started to hit the edge of my walls, I was gripping her hair tight as the orgasm in me was about to come out.

When I finally came, I was screaming at her mouth. It looked like she came as well from the way I clenched her fingers tight as if she couldn’t pull out. We were both kissing while I had my orgasm, my body twitching from my immense climax. I could see stars behind my eyes, as well as my sweat, dripping down from my forehead. She smiled down at me and whispered: “Tell me now, am I better than your girlfriend?”

She was far better than her.

                                                         —

We’ve spent another week being together and holding hands in private. While my parents were taking a swim, drinking beers and wine, Scarlett and I would be up in my room as she makes out with me like she couldn’t let me go. I would have my hands all over her shoulders while hers were on my bum, occasionally squeezing them until I slapped her collarbone with a faux cry. This was ecstasy, this was euphoria. I’ve never felt happier before, and I could say that this is something burnt in my memory until the day I die. She took care of me and acted like I was a fragile little girl in front of her. I’d constantly let her know that she can’t treat me like a child all the time, but she would just kiss me away and tell me that she liked the idea of taking care of my stupid self.

I knew she was joking, of course.

“You know, we should run away.”

I felt stunned when she said those two words. Run away. Was she being serious? How was that ever going to work out? I stopped kissing her and pulled away with a confused look on my face, responding with a small voice.

“How will that work out for the both of us?”

“Well, you could simply apply to a school in New York,” she says while shrugging and pulling me into her arms. I could feel her lips kissing my temple twice. “I live in Manhattan anyway, sometimes in the Hamptons. Maybe if you study there, I could always just pick you up.”

“I don’t think my parents would allow me to go to NYU.” I responded with a pout, but she just shakes her head in response and continued to kiss my lips–as if she couldn’t get away with it.

“We’ll figure that out, my little one.”

“You gotta stop calling me that,” I giggled and lay on her chest while I stared at the window where the skies were so blue that it looked like an ocean–although it wasn’t as sparkly as the sea, of course. She just hums and hugs me closer to her, our clothed bodies connecting.

“I like it,” she says. “It has a nice tone on it.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure baby.”

She just smiled and we continued to hold each other for a while before we had to go back down to spend more time with my family and Chris. And usually, whenever that happens, we keep our distance. We were afraid that my parents would find out and they would keep me away from Scarlett, which is something I’m not fond of right now. My summer couldn’t be ruined by that scenario.

Instead, something else ruined my summer that felt unexpected and surreal. I can’t even count how many times I cried that night when I found out.

I was casually going to the patio when I heard something so faint from the background. I got closer to the wall and hid there while I listened to Scarlett and my father talking about something involving marriage. My eyes lit up with the thought of her proposing to me, the imagination of being married to her. Although that talked when to another turn and I could feel my heart ripping apart when I heard what she had said.

“I’ll marry Delilah if that’s the case, I already bought the ring for our wedding.”

“Then, wonderful! I’ll be the one who’s going to arrange the reception,” I hear my mother say with a bright voice as they laugh like it was such a happy moment in their lives–while mine was starting to end. How could this happen? I was so confused and conflicted. My stomach was churning so bad that I rushed back to my room and shut the door that shook the entire house. I buried my face against my pillows and sobbed angrily, punching my fists against the sheets, and felt my knuckles burning because of the contraction. I hated her, I wanted to never see her again–I wanted to leave, I couldn’t face her. I loved her, I think I was falling in love with her and I thought she felt the same way. And apparently, she never did.

“Y/N?” I heard the sound of Scarlett’s voice behind my door and I tried not to mind it, letting myself cry hard into my pillow. When she never got my response, she had no choice but to come inside and lock the door with a click. I turned around and gave her an angry look before I stood up and stomped my way to my balcony. Instead, her arms wrapped around my torso as she kisses the back of my head.

“Let me go–”

“No,” she says with a hushed whisper and continues to kiss my head with a soft sob. “No, please don’t. I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have heard that–”

“Go fuck yourself!” I pushed her away from me and turned around with tears streaming down my eyes. She looked so small and delicate that it was easy enough to break her, and I think I was at that point that I did want to break her. Scarlett shakes her head as she tries to grab my hands, but I slap them away.

“Baby girl, you have to let me explain–”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re going to get married?” I whispered as I slapped my hand against her chest. I wish she could fall onto the ground in pain, I wanted to see her in pain. But she wasn’t. Instead, she stood there and took my hurtful gesture against her chest. “What is wrong with you? You tell me that you love me and then go marry someone else? What is wrong with you?!”

“Baby, I love you,” she whispers and cups my face with her cold hands. I tried pulling away from her but she was so strong, I kicked and I pushed her chest away from me but god her grip was tight. She pulls me into a hug and sobs violently against my ear. “I was going to tell you, okay? I was going to. But I fell in love with you, I fell so hard for you that I forgot about the whole marriage that was going to happen.”

“Let me go,” I begged and continued to punch her chest twice with my hands, curling them into fists. “Just let me go, please.”

“I love you, my baby.”

I was finally freed from her arms and I felt my whole body collapsing. I sobbed and covered my mouth with no energy, I felt weak. It’s like when you pick out a fruit and then all so suddenly you get stabbed by those little horns. They hurt, they sting you. And that’s how exactly what was Scarlett doing to me, she was stinging me like those thorns. I watch as her eyes turn darker as she tries to reach for me, but then she decides to stay in her place and let her give me that space that I really needed.

“You can’t just say you love me then marry someone else,” I said with an unmelodic voice that I’ve never heard from myself before. She was sobbing as I was. “Y-you can’t do that, Scarlett. Not when–God, not when I realize how much I’m in love with you.”

I finally let those words out. I was in fact in love with her, in a way that can’t be explained. I thought that it would work out, that one day I’d tell my parents and show them how much I was in love with my father’s best friend. How deeply wrong I was, how incredibly stupid my entire being was. She looked at me with sorrowful eyes and wanted her arms to wrap around my body to calm me down, but I stayed in my spot until I heard her breaking apart.

“I can’t back out on this, Y/N.”

“No one’s asking you to.”

“But I want you to fight for me, god damn it,” she hissed and pulled my hands to her chest as I could feel her heart beating relentlessly. She whimpers with tears, “I want you to stop me from marrying her. I want you to, but you know I can’t. It has to be done.”

“Well, I don’t beg Scarlett,” I responded with a stiff tone and dropped her hands, walking away from her until I was holding the knob of my door to keep my strength together. It seems like the knob was my only support. Scarlett looks at me with pleading eyes that I stared at them for too long until I felt more tears coming down from my puffed eyes. I whispered for one last time, “I don’t beg. You did this, not me. I hope you have a nice wedding and–I hope you realize that I loved you like you were mine.”

I walked out on her and never saw her again after our fight. And when I was walking so far from my house, I realized how much I was in love with her. I wanted to tell her–no, I wanted to command her to leave the girl and instead be with me. I wanted her to love me as much as I love her, but apparently, it doesn’t work like that. Was I not lovable? Am I not worth it? I felt so used, I felt all alone again. When I walked to the city, that’s where I began to think how much I’ll miss her once she’s gone, how much I’ll miss the times when she would come inside my room and hold me with no sexual need, we were just cuddling until the sun came up. I’ll miss her, I know I will.

And that’s how I hated myself because of how much I’ll miss Scarlett.

The next day, she was gone with Chris. She didn’t even bother to come up and say her goodbyes, never even told my parents that she wanted to say goodbye to me. Instead, she just left. And I think I cried more than any summer that I cried on, I cried a lot. I felt pathetic and stupid for falling in love with someone who wasn’t available in the first place. I began to wonder if she was in an arranged marriage, and maybe she was. But she could’ve had the guts to tell me that she was going to get married. And most of all, I wouldn’t be getting into a relationship with her if that was going to happen.

I felt alone all over again, I felt so sad. The word felt typical, but I don’t know how else to explain how sad I was.

Eight years later, I still remember my first love. It felt like yesterday I’m not going to lie, but I had no grudge over Scarlett. Whenever I go back to Spain, the memories of us being together are all over my head. Whenever I go back to that antic shop, I remember her rummaging herself with the objects and buying most of them. I remember the time when she bought me ice cream and that was the first time we got personal with each other, it felt like yesterday. I remember her telling me that fling never existed, so maybe me and Scarlett never did exist then.

I do think it was a fling, our summer love was just a short fling that you could forget. But not for me, it will always be grained in my brain like a tattoo. Everywhere I go, I’d see her on billboards and posters and it was like she never did leave me. Instead, we never talked again. And if she decides to text me to this day, I think I’d reply.

But maybe in a friendly matter, I can’t show that I’m still in love with her. Because she never was in love with me, she couldn't say that she was when she married someone else. Or maybe, I was just some stupid girl who fell for an older person that could easily manipulate me. You can’t blame me, I was just a kid when I first met her. Eighteen, for Christ’s sakes. And whenever I do remember those beautiful memories, my heart falters when I realize that Scarlet and I had a history that she had forgotten.

It all suddenly changed when I saw her at a bookstore with a tote bag slung around her shoulder blade, wearing sunglasses to hide those beautiful eyes. I was a little far from her and I wanted to make a move, to say hello for the sake of good times. Instead, I stood there and watched as she picked out a Sylvia Plath book that was never recommended. I knew she was thinking about me, who else would read Sylvia Plath? She knew that I read her books and once told me that the author was heavily racist. I stopped reading her when I found out about that.

But she was holding a book by Sylvia Plath and purchased it with a blank expression on her face. She turned around and we both made eye contact for so long that my legs started to strain in pain. She took her sunglasses off and offered me a smile as if she couldn’t believe that I was in front of her after those years of not speaking to each other. I smiled back and we continued to stare for a long time.

“I think our world is connected,” she says casually. “Look at you, you’re in front of me.”

“No shit, Scarlett.”

She managed to let out a small laugh and nodded, clinging the book to her stomach, and continued to stare down at me with adoration.

On the way home, she was holding my hand–acting as if nothing had happened. And I happily let her, even for just a small amount of time. Even if it’s just bringing back the old times to make us feel good. Either way, I didn’t care. I was just glad that I saw her again after so long of not seeing her beautiful face.

Maybe it was never a fling, maybe it’s just that we met at the wrong time but we were definitely right for each other.

thoughts? i hope you liked the story!

[airborneice]

continuation of this post

just your regular sibling activities..going to the beach…disenchanting your sister before she takes possession of your soul…

I think after the events of season 2 Frida is probably a disenchantment expert now so Hilda would ask for her help this time around too. she’s very amused that her girlfriend is being bothered by the tide mice again. just like old times 😌

I’m sure it’s very obvious what’s going on here but I’ll give some context under the cut bc I can lol

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so we know that the first time this happened, David and Johanna were aware of what was going on and had to take part in the disenchantment for it to work, but this time around that’s something Hilda really, really wants to avoid, both out of not wanting to get her sister into trouble, and not wanting to admit how the spell got into Mattie’s hands in the first place...so she asks for Frida’s help instead. she’s used to it after the jorts incident and honestly, isn’t surprised by this turn of events in the slightest. together they manage to pull off the disenchantment themselves and send the tide mice on their way (properly this time) without Johanna or Kaisa being any the wiser

Mattie actually isn’t too upset about saying goodbye to her mice friends bc Hilda knows her sister and gives her this incredibly watered-down explanation about how the tide mice belong back on the beach bc that’s their home and they’ll be ‘happier’ there - Hilda’s way of trying to explain why they had to go without starting a tantrum. plus being a witch, Frida is about one of the coolest people in the world as far as Mattie’s concerned so all she has to do is be like “hey wanna do a spell with us :))” and Mattie goes along with it immediately

after they’ve done the disenchantment they decide to just. not mention it to Johanna or Kaisa. it’s not a lie so much as just avoiding the truth for a little while, no biggie. (listen I had to draw the stupid two nickels joke bc Kaisa’s luck with her kids using this spell is hilarious to me, but she doesn’t actually find out about it for A While). when the topic does come up Kaisa’s mostly just impressed that her kids managed to carry that off without her knowing. like huh. that weird few days when the witch council were nice to her and the mysterious unexplained headaches are starting to make sense..

also, I think it’s worth mentioning that Hilda never tells Mattie what would’ve happened had they not performed the disenchantment in time, not wanting to scare her or make her feel bad - she’s just a kid after all, and had even less idea of what she was doing than Hilda originally did. Hilda just disposes of the spell once and for all and assumes that’ll put an end to it, which it does. for now anyway

[adoringhaikyuu]

when their teammate has a crush on you | 2

characters: akaashi + kyoutani + osamu + tendou

request: aaaaaaa!! i was stalking your feed when i thought of something 👉🏻👈🏻so you did a "when their teammate has a crush on you" and i reaaaally loved it a lot🥺could you do it with tendou, akaashi, kyoutani, and osamu? if you want to!! • by @kalesugar​

warnings: osamu and tendou’s are suggestive

notes: since osamu’s and tendou’s are sexual, everyone is 18+ in those but in the others there is no smut + (i might write a fic about tendou’s bc i’ve been wanting to write a smut w them idk if people want that)

part one | part two

akaashi:

so bokuto might have had a little crush on you

and it’s not like he would actually do anything about it

he respected you and akaashi and your relationship way too much

he even rooted for you two to get together, he thought you were perfect for each other (you were)

but he couldn’t help the way his heart would beat faster when you were around sometimes, the way his eyes would immediately drift to you when you walked in a room, the way your smile made him feel all tingly inside

he was honestly just waiting the feelings out and tried to act normal around you

he told akaashi about his crush on you cause he didn’t want to hide anything from him

and your boyfriend understood why he would have a crush on you, he couldn’t blame him––but that doesn’t mean he was too happy about it

realistically he wasn’t going to ban him from seeing you or anything, you were allowed to interact

but part of him felt a little odd when bokuto would make jokes with you, a light blush on his cheeks that you most likely assumed was from his laughter 

bokuto sure was making you laugh a lot tonight. the three of you were hanging out at his place for your weekly hangout and it seemed he just had an endless amount of jokes. it’s not that akaashi didn’t like his jokes, it’s just that he didn’t like that it seemed as though his best friend was making the jokes for the sole purpose of making you laugh. 

he thought he was doing a good job at hiding his inner thoughts, but in reality, you had picked up on them almost immediately. you waited until you were in the comfort of akaashi’s home, where you were staying the night, to ask him about it when you noticed he wasn’t going to bring it up himself.

“is something bothering you? could tell you weren’t really here tonight.” 

he looked away and shrugged, and you stepped closer to him.

“is it...maybe because bokuto has a little crush on me?” 

he held his breath for a second in shock as he looked at you silently, blinking a few times. “you...you know?”

you shrugged, a small smile on your face. “i had a feeling. i mean, your facial expressions may be minimal but i can still decode them keiji.” he blushed and looked down, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “i could tell you were watching him a little more closely when he would talk to me.” 

“i...i trust him, i do.” he looked into your eyes, “and i trust you too. it’s just...it doesn’t really make me feel too good knowing that bokuto-san,” he muttered the next part, “with all his muscles and charm––has feelings for you.”

you shook your head and put your hands on his cheeks to look into his eyes earnestly. “you have nothing to worry about baby, i promise that. you’re the only man i have eyes for.”

his hands found their spot on your waist as he gave you a small, but grateful and loving smile. “i know. i love you.” he kissed you lightly and you smiled against his mouth. 

“love you too. so much.” 

kyoutani:

let’s say oikawa likes you––

well more-so that he finds you attractive and can’t help but flirt with you from time to time harmlessly

kyoutani doesn’t give a fuck sfkjdh he will growl at his captain

sometimes he’s not even in the mood, he’ll just take your hand or throw you over his shoulder while you’re talking to oikawa and just walk away 

meanwhile oikawa is just pouting and complaining to your boyfriend as he blatantly ignores him

“you know it’s not very nice to interrupt a conversation like that, mad-dog!” 

oikawa wouldn’t actually try to steal you away from your boyfriend, but he did have some genuine questions that were borderline offensive sdfjghs

like “how did mad-dog manage to get you?” 

“are you sure you’re not being held against your will?”

bottom line is, your boyfriend is not happy 

he will try to prevent you from even being in his captain’s line of sight

he’ll step in front of you or turn around and go another way 

when oikawa approached you after the game, strategically waiting for your boyfriend to go get his things so he’d have more time to talk to you, you knew it was only a matter of time before you were snatched away by a growling kyoutani. 

his plan kind of work, considering the conversation lasted about thirty seconds? longer than it normally did. the captain was leaning against the wall next to you, his arm above your head as you looked up at him, completely unaffected by his charming eyes––you appreciated the effort he took to talk to you, but you knew he was just a natural flirt at heart. 

he was mid-sentence when your boyfriend came storming up to the two of you and grabbed your hand, marching you away from the complaining boy. you just laughed and squeezed his hand, “you know i thought you would have gotten tired of doing that by now.” he grumbled in response and you tugged his hand and led him to a quiet corner.

he was looking down at the floor but you put a hand under his chin and made him look you in the eyes, your small smile making him calm down a bit. “you have to stop letting him get to you like this. you know i’d never entertain his flirting––i’m yours.”

he clenched his jaw and nodded, looking to the side when he heard his captain walking by. you turned his head to face you again and surprised him with a kiss and his hands came up to squeeze your waist. he groaned into your mouth and you pulled away to look at him.

“that’s a good way to calm me down.”

you smiled, “oh yeah?”

he nodded, “yeah” and put his lips back on yours. 

osamu:

so atsumu may or may not have had a crush on you

and yes you were dating his brother

no he wasn’t going to steal you (though he thinks he absolutely could if he wanted to), he respects you both and your relationship

and he loves how happy you make his brother

...but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t check you out sometimes or harmlessly flirt with you (he can’t help it, have you seen yourself?)

osamu would catch his brother ogling at you all the time, or hanging around in the room when you’re over for no reason

he’d usually just smack his head and tell him to fuck off

or he’d take a different approach––

you were really trying to pay attention to atsumu’s story, or whatever it is he was saying, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of osamu’s lips on your neck, and his hand running along your thigh, the other gripping your waist as you sat practically on him on the couch. 

the two of you were spending time together, alone, when atsumu came in, and decided to third-wheel. you didn’t really have a problem with it, but by the way your boyfriend soon pulled you into his lap to distract himself, and most certainly you as well––you could tell he was bothered. 

atsumu trailed off and scratched his neck awkwardly, laughing. “do you guys wanna get a room or something?” he joked and his brother barely lifted his head, hands pulling you even closer. 

“we did get a room, you came in here.”

atsumu rolled his eyes. “so how long are you planning on assaulting y/n’s neck for?” 

osamu lifted his head, annoyance radiating off of him and brought one hand up to tilt your head towards his, his lips grazing yours. “unless you want to see us fuck, you should leave.” 

atsumu blushed but smirked, “i mean...”

osamu glared at him. “get out.”

tendou:

so when you and tendou started dating, you obviously started hanging out with him more, but also ushijima

it’s not like ushijima was expecting to develop feelings for you 

he didn’t want to––he honestly even searched up how to stop a crush from progressing 

he always thought you were nice and good looking but after hanging out with you more, that’s when he realized he liked your personality too and that you were a good person

he waited a little longer before telling tendou––yeah he told him

but tendou had already figured it out, his eyes picking up on the way ushijima was a little more tense or aware of himself when you were around

the way he would smile and blush when you hugged him goodbye

if anything, tendou thought it was cute 

he got you on board with his idea and after you all graduated, you both put the plan in action

ushijima was sat at the edge of the bed, looking at you and his best friend in confusion, “i thought you said my graduation present was in here?”

your boyfriend stood behind you, arms circling around your waist as he peered over your shoulder, his eyes piercing and teasing as he stared at the boy on the bed. “well you see ushi, after you told me about your little crush––which i’m assuming you still have?”

he nodded unashamed, and unblinking as he looked at the two of you and you felt a tingle run down your body. 

tendou went on, “well after that, i figured you might want to have some fun with the two of us,” he kissed your neck teasingly and the brown-haired boy shifted a bit on the bed, clearly itching to touch you. “we both agreed that it was a great idea.” he brought his attention back to your neck and you figured that was your cue to take over.

“so what do you say, ushi?” you sighed softly when tendou sucked a mark onto your sweet spot and you noticed ushijima’s eyes darken. “do you want this graduation present?” 

he licked his lips and scooted forward, his hands squeezing his thighs almost painfully hard. “yes. please–”

[realcube]

moan in their ear prank

characters ♡ tsukishima, tendō, iwaizumi, kenma & suna

content warning ♡ cursing, kinda crack in iwa’s, suggested punishment, sexual references, fem!reader & nsfw themes - minors dni

kei tsukishima

♡ you meant for it to be a harmless prank but everything you do to him while he is trying to study ends up as harmful towards yourself-

♡ you just had to sneak behind his desk and chair to grab your backpack which was lying on the other side so in the process, you casually leaned in to his ear and produced the most hushed, pornographic moan that you could

♡ his eyes widened as he turned to look at you with an expression which was filled with a mix of disgust, shock and horny. which resembled the look he pulled when you asked him what a Iguanodon is 

♡ it took a moment for him to lubricate his dry throat and process what you just did, but once he thought of a suitable response, he blurted out, ‘what the fuck was that?’

♡ a sly smirk graced your features, you didn’t even spare him a glance as you dipped down to grab your backpack and pull it over your shoulders, ‘nothing.’

♡ once you finally laid eyes on him, you couldn’t help but snort at his stunned look which you rarely got to see as most of the time, it’s extremely hard to catch him off-guard, ‘anyway, i should probably get going. see ya lat--’

♡ though, you couldn’t even turn around before tsukishima grabbed your wrist be glad he was sitting down or else it would’ve been your throat- , ‘you’re not going anywhere.’ then he proceeded to pull you onto his lap

♡ you giggled at how uncharacteristically bold he was being before placing a kiss on his cheek, ‘that was hot, i’ll admit. but i really need to get going - i’m in a bit of a rush.’

♡ his seductive smirk fell into a frown and he was quick to drop his bedroom persona, ‘fine, then. go be a whore somewhere else.’ he said, abruptly pushing you off his lap and focussing his attention back on his work

♡ you gasp, luckily finding your balance after he pushed you then making your way to the door, lingering there for a moment just so you could peer over your shoulder and hum, ‘alright. but you know i’ll always be your whore, kei.’

♡ tsukishima exhaled sharply through his nose, adjusting his glasses as the corner of his lip pulled into a small smile, ‘unfortunately for me, yes.’ 

♡ a few moments passed and you must’ve been admiring his effortless beauty for a bit too long as he suddenly turned to you and snapped, ‘i thought you were in a rush? why are you just standing there?! it’s freaking me out- or are you gonna moan for me again?’ he chuckled at his own teasing but when he saw that you were giving him love-dovey eyes again, a light blush tinted his face as he waved his hand for you to go away, ‘whatever, just get lost. goodbye, i love you & all that stuff.’

satori tendō

♡ he was sitting on the couch playing a game on his phone or sumn and nothing interesting had been happening lately so you took it upon yourself to make something interesting happen

♡ you approached the couch and plopped down next to him, your mouth hovering over his ear for a few moments - your hot breath tickling his skin - before you moaned in the most erotic way possible 

♡ he physically perked up then twisted his neck to look at you with an amused smirk, ‘someone’s horny.’ he commented, his attention quickly returning to his game

♡ you were excited to see his reaction but that was so underwhelming-

♡ your bottom lip jutted out to form a pout as you poked his cheek, ‘yes! aren’t ya gonna do something about it? i always help you when you’re horny!’

♡ ‘i’d love to help you out, princess. but i’m on the 48th level of candy crush. priorities.’

♡ you blinked rapidly, your gaze flickering between the phone screen and your clown of a boyfriend, ‘you know there is like..over eight thousand levels, right?’

♡ he side-eyed you with his eyebrow raised as if to say ‘fr?’ and you simply nodded in response 

♡ the app was soon deleted, ‘fuck that.’

♡ he tossed his phone aside and sighed as he stared into the void since he thought that his entertainment for the next few hours had been lost 

♡ but being the caring girlfriend you are, you were quick to swoop in and tilt his chin up to meet your longing gaze, ‘no, fuck me, satori.’

♡ and he did so gladly

hajime iwaizumi

♡ you did it to him when you saw him just lookin scrumptious asf while he making was pasta for dinner

♡ you slipped your arms around his waist and nuzzled your face into the back of his neck like you usually do when he cooks

♡ but this time, you hopped onto your tip-toes, lightly thrusted against his back and moaned quietly in his ear

♡ to your surprise, instead of getting flustered or mad, he just laughed

♡ though, it wasn’t one of his cute, toothy-grin chortles; but rather an intimidating string of low chuckles - as if he was mocking you 

♡ which he was

♡ you raised a brow, peering over his shoulder to see if he was perhaps amused by something else but unfortunately for you, he was ready to meet your gaze with a deadly glare 

♡ so yeah..you were railed on the spot <3

♡ you may be wondering what happened to your pasta but dw bc he rearranged your guts while adding oregano to that shit-

♡ multi-tasking king ✨👑

♡ like you were bent over the counter, face pressed against the cold marble and you stared directly at the fire of the stove beside you which tickled your face with a warm sensation as iwaizumi filled you up with an even warmer sensation 

♡ one of his hands massaging your waist while the other was stirring the pot 

kenma kuzome

♡ your first mistake was doing it to him while he was streaming 

♡ his camera was broken but the show must go on so it was just his voice + minecraft gameplay + you but the fans don’t need to know that 

♡ since his camera was off, kenma allowed you to sit on his lap as he played but under two conditions: you will not talk or make any noises and you can’t interfere with his game

♡ a small price to pay for some kenma snuggles :3 so ofc you obeyed

♡ well, for the first hour or so, at least

♡ after a while, it got boring just watching him play so you brought out your switch and started playing for yourself but even that became boring quickly too

♡ then the idea hit you 

♡ you were straddling him hence his ear was already by your lips, so it’s not like you’d have to move from your position

♡ plus, his mouth was very close to the mic so if you were quiet enough, the viewers probably wouldn’t hear a thing 

♡ though, you didn’t do too much reasoning, you kinda just acted on urge when you leaned in, pressed your lips together and hummed a faint moan

♡ his eyes widened and he visibly froze - if he had cat ears, they’d jolt upwards 

♡ his gaze immediately landed on the chat to ensure that nobody was going to mention it but his sudden silence probably made it more obvious that something happened

♡ the chat wasn’t flooded with inquiries but there were a few questions as to why he paused and if he was alright; so fortunately for your ass, it appeared as though nobody had heard a thing

♡ kenma hesitantly continued mining, explaining through gritted teeth, ‘oh, sorry, guys. my cat-’ he paused to pull his head back to shoot you a deadly glare accompanied by a snarl, ‘won’t shut the fuck up. shoo, kitty, we can cuddle later.’

♡ he waved his hand and you buggered off before you got caught cackling at the fact he called you ‘kitty’

♡ his chat genuinely believed him and he got a few donations solely bc they found out he’s a cat person

♡ so yeah, if anything you did him a favour but that didn’t stop him from fucking you into next week as soon as the stream ended 

rintarō suna

♡ any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fuck any excuse to fu

♡ you’re just sitting on his lap, cuddling - as y’all do - when the idea occurs to you 

♡ but a mistake you made was that you carried out this prank with no intention to actually do the dirty- you just wanted to see his reaction 

♡ he thought you were just craning your neck out to place a kiss on his cheek but when he hears your melodious moan ring through his head, he turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised 

♡ ‘that’s no way to ask for my dick. try again, but nicely this time .’ he snickered, lightly patting your head, clearly amused by your little pout

♡ honestly, he has such a soft spot for you - like you just existing near him makes him feel all warm inside 💕

♡ furrowing your brows, you whined, ‘i don’t want your cock, anyway. it was just a joke to see ho--’

♡ ‘you’re so horny for me, it’s kinda embarrassing.’

♡ his cocky smirk was simply met by your blank stare

♡ there was a long while of silence between the two of you; which you spent wondering why you were even with him while he was entranced by the thought of your pretty face with his dick half-way down your throat <33

♡ until eventually he broke by whipping off his shirt, lassoed it around your neck and pulled you in so your lips crashed against his, ‘you sure?’

[ayadoesart42]

Hello! If you’re still in need: Ofc age appropriate, but HC’s for the guys learning they’re going to be dads? It’s one of my favorite hcs to think about lol

I enjoy your other HC’s, too!!!

💕

This was actually really sad to make, and I apologize I’m pretty sure this was supposed to be light hearted… sorry. Also I’m going off of unexpectedly becoming a parent with s/o, rather than planned bc if it was the reaction would be just “yay” and less interesting so LETS GO

Ichiro- (in 20s-ish so similar amounts of maturity) Really really happy and overjoyed. He would be beaming for like a month straight. He would also be determined to be the best dad ever and fix everything that his dad did wrong.

Jiro- (also 20s) PaNiK 😱 But like- happy panic (hopefully)

Saburo- I sat over this for like an hour and eventually gave up, sorry he is a child

Samatoki- would go spiraling and panicking about how terrible his childhood was and how he doesn’t want to turn into his own father and let someone experience that, also be worried about a kid growing up in the environment of a Yakuza with a smoking problem and would go off trying to right his life

Jyuto- Honestly he would probably break up and chicken out- he has too much to do to care for a child

Riou- Would consider it his new mission, and dedicate himself to completing it with honors

Ramuda- N/A

Gentaro- Become Edward Gorey and start to write children’s books with tragic endings

Dice- Would have taken his chances with knocking a woman after a night at a casino and lost. He’d probably not be emotionally ready for it and he would have no kind of connection with the woman, so they would just move on with their lives.

Jakurai- Would adopt again and take the new child to see Yotsutsuji, their big brother, once a week and maybe start a nice mini foster care system for children in need.

Hifumi and Doppo (I’m sorry I have to do these together): Hifumi would quit his job being a host to be a stay-at-home parent, cooking and cleaning and raising the child while Doppo pays the rent. Hifumi would be joyous forever and Doppo would go through phases of “I am so happpppyyyy” and “I am so tireeeeeddddddddd this is gonna end meeeeee I don’t wannnnaaaaaaaaaa”

Sasara- Quit being a comedian to be a parent because he doesn’t want his kid to be constantly surrounded by paparazzi, and he wants to be there for his kid, and try to not give them the childhood that he had.

Rosho- First of all, Rosho wants to be a parent SO BADLY, I think he straight up considers his students his temporary kids. But if he got an actual child he would be over the moon and do all the cringey parent stuff like put pictures of his kid all over his desk at school and give his students updates at school and everyone would refer to his child as the class’ “little sister/brother/sibling”. Also I think having an actual child would push him into starting a program where he can go to places like hospitals and areas with children that don’t have access to nice schools and he would teach them simple lessons and give them a small, free, education. (CRYING)

Rei- Well we’ve all seen how this goes

Kuukou- I disagree with the fact that Kuukou is having an unplanned child, he is a MONK. So he would become the parent of a very large rescue dog or something and unleash it at the temple and take care of it well.

Jyushi- iS a cHiLd

Hitoya- Read attorney of law repercussions and amendments instead of bedtime stories. Also always say “you never his a woman.” To his kid no matter what 24/7 idk why but he would. He would pay the money for the house but also take a surprising amount of time to be an active father.

Bonus

Nemu- (Unhypnotized) Would be very very happy until she realized she would have to tell Samatoki

I AM NOT SURE IF THATS WHAT YOU WANTED BUT UH HERE YOU GO

and ofc I'm never not in need of hc prompts lol

[fairyxkisses]

☼ dating cove holden headcannons ☼

content overall : gender neutral reader, mainly fluff, kinda random ideas tbh warnings : minor swearing? word count : 1k

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☼ during the first few months cove was very awkward poor boy probably couldn't hold your hand without his cheeks turning bright red we love him anyway

☼ for the first few months (at least) cove would often ask for permission to kiss you

☼ cove is very respectful of your boundaries, the last thing he'd ever want to do is push you too far.

☼ he adores spoiling you, if he sees something he thinks you'd like he's buying it right away

☼ late night texts

☼ mans will text you at four in the morning if he's up something completely random, just a random thought that popped into his head

☼ "hey, did you know the word swims upside down is swims"

☼ did i mention respectful?

☼ he has certain things that he gets super excited about and if asked about them he lights up and could go on and on about them. but he often stops himself mid-rant mans doesn't want to be annoying

☼ mans would be so happy if someone told him to continue going oml-

☼ he'd definitely spend hours talking about his interests if he could-

☼ he wants so badly to be able to actually sleep in the same bed as the mc, but he cant and it kills him MANS JUST WANTS TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE

☼ once he can he's honestly so happy-

☼ if the thought that he did it didn't also fluster him so much he'd go and tell everyone he knew

☼ he doesn't like sleeping in bed without you once he does it

☼ constantly uses this "<3" over text. it's a constant.

☼ mans is so supportive oml-

☼ if you have a certain career path you want, mans is already figuring out how to help you or support you in it

☼ he'd probably learn a fuck ton about any hobbies you had so you could do it together

☼he also knows your favorite everything. flower? check. food? check. drink? yes. favorite type of day? mhm. literally everything.

☼ mans gets very emotional

☼ tbh his entering through the window would become a joke between the two of you-

☼ "hey, what's up flynn rider?" "not much, how about you?" "how you doing romeo?"

☼ adores impulsive dates

☼ picnic dates at the beach + on the poppy field

☼ mans would surprise you with the date on the poppy field and once he learns how much you love it would do it all the time bc it made you happy

☼ he does a lot for you, and he doesn't expect anything in return. when you do something for him it makes him so happy he likely cries half the time bc he thinks you're too good and nice for him

☼ tbh he gives off thigh guy vibes-

☼ like he just appreciates them, he has no idea why he just does? and he appreciates any size thighs. big thighs? love. small thighs? love.

☼ mans adores using them as pillows, simply resting a hand on them (though he gets very flustered the first few dozen times), whatever. he loves thighs.

☼ he'd so buy ankle bracelets for you-

☼ he'd get so shy when giving them to you

☼ "i... i got you something" **intense blush + stuttering** "you don't have to wear them but"

☼ he'd die when you wear them, like, actually die cove.exe has stopped working

☼ he'd probably let you borrow his t-shirts mans doesn't like hoodies so he doesn't have any to give you

☼ would definitely be so happy to see you wearing them, but would also definitely become a flustered mess cove.exe has stopped working again

☼ would feel very prideful if you wore something of his in public (once he got over how flustered it made him)

☼ mans loves to be domestic

☼ like, little things like baking together? loves it mans has had plans to marry you since you were children

☼ once y'all say "i love you" to each other, he says it whenever he can. mans loves to express his love for you.

☼ gives some of the best hugs??? like-

☼ his hugs are super comforting? and just *chef's kiss*

☼ idk how to explain it-

☼ his love language is definitely acts of service and physical touch

☼ mans loves to be somehow touching you??? HE JUST DOESN'T ALWAYS KNOW HOW TO JUST LIKE HOLD YOUR HAND???

☼ it's so frustrating for him-

☼ he'd probably have a specific look he'd give you when he wants to hold your hand or just you but doesn't know how-

☼ he'd definitely would just stare at you with that look until you realized-

☼ when you first started dating he'd legit look at you with this seriously concentrated look trying to figure out how tf to hold your hand

☼ his thoughts are like "do i just grab it?" "what if they don't want to hold my hand?" "oh my god how do i just-" "WHY CAN'T I JUST GRAB IT???" "i'm so stupid-" "what if i just grab it?" "okay cove, you've got this. it's simple. just reach out and grab their hand." "NOPE NOPE NOPE CAN'T DO IT"

☼ *cue intense stare at your hand*

☼ have i mentioned he's extremely respectful? mans would rather die than cross your boundaries. if he did it'd definitely be on accident and he'd spend weeks trying to make it up to you

☼ mans is kinda insecure

☼ loves constant reassurance tbh

☼ he definitely thinks there are better people out there for you and thinks himself to be the luckiest man in the world bc you're dating him

☼ would definitely cry at reassurance at times

☼ when cove can give compliments, he gives the best ones?

☼ like, mans doesn't try but he gives amazing compliments

☼ he's an awful flirt

☼ oh my god, mans is great at a lot of things. flirting? definitely not one of them.

☼ the few times he's tried, it didn't go well.

☼ *cove trying to get the courage to say something "flirty"* "is your mom a thief? because she stole the stars and put them in your eyes." likely said this while at the poppy field during a cloudy night

☼ even after years of teasing, he still blushes whenever the families tease the two of you

anyway, cove holden is a big simp and would give the world to the mc.