#Not doing all of the days so that's why it's out of 25

[genderqueerdykes]

holy shit wait…your 32???

I…im gonna cry

I didn’t know we can live this long…

not just trans mass but…

alterhuman…and plurals..and…

I can’t…

so happy

gonna cry……..

yes i am! i was born in 1992 :)

that's exactly why i have my age in my bio- i've wanted to show people that you don't "outgrow" fundamental parts of your identity. it's natural to adopt and shed identities as we age, but i've been out as genderqueer since 19! nothing has changed, i'm still the same genderqueer person i was all those years ago!

and if anything- life has gotten better in my 30s. as a word of advice to most people out there: your teen years and your twenties FUCKING SUCK!!!!!!!! they tell you those are the "best years of your life" but they're NOT- you're growing into a world that is terrifying and doesn't understand you. you're scared. your brain and body are still developing and you're constantly facing new challenges. those are honestly i think the HARDEST years of your life, hands down

when i was a teenager, i would think to myself "phht there's literally no way i'm making it past 25 lmao" and figure that life ends after 25. well, that day came where i turned 25... and nothing changed.

and then i turned 30. still, nothing changed

now i'm 32 and... nothing has changed. maturation happens with age, yes, but it doesn't mean that you're suddenly a completely different person. people have such a shitty view on 30 year olds, like it's somehow "embarrassing" to be above the age of 25 years old. people in their 30s are constantly picked on, we're constantly told to "act our age" when... we are. i'm happier than ever realizing that I made it to my 30s, still trans, still nonhuman, still plural

i've been in treatment for DID since 2017, and while i've healed a lot, i have not integrated with my alters, and i never will. i don't want to. this is how my brain functions. the dissociation can be a nightmare for me, but my brain needs different people inside of it in order to be able to function properly. we tried to force ourselves to live as a singlet for 3 years and what ended up happening was that host at that time cracked from being under the constant pressure and still has never returned. the amount of stress it placed on us to try to live as a singlet was not worth it. at all

there hasn't been a singular moment in my adult life where i stopped being nonhuman, either. that was something that i never even tried to force myself out of. i never viewed it as weird or something that i should "outgrow"- i told my own mother that i did not identify as human as a child and that never left me. even now, i still wear dog collars, ears, tails, and take nature walks and do things to make myself feel more like my nonhuman selves. i'm still a furry, too!

i might not be a queer "elder" yet, but i'm happy as can be to be able to be an older queer person who can use their experience to help younger folks. thanks for sending this message! trust me, there really is a life after your 20s. your teens and 20s suck massively. but after i passed 30 i became more down to earth about my age. it's not a bad thing to live past 20- in fact, it's a badge of honor. i made it. i'm still breathing, i'm still here, still queer, despite all attempts to prevent me from still being here.

i'm going to continue be here for a long, long time, and you can be here with me, too.

take care of yourself! thanks for stopping by!

[shadowmaat]

*squints* Why are all of their names so similar? This whole thing sounds weird and fake, like any of dozens of those scammy "publishers" you hear about on Writer Beware. Wouldn't be surprised if the photo for "Carlos Andromeda" was also either generated or taken off one of those image warehouse places. The text certainly sounds made up.

All that aside, however, I'd be curious to see how this turns out. Will any books get published? Will they be distributed? Will anyone other than the techbros behind it make any money at all? What kind of quality will "writers" get in the physical form of their book? What will the actual writing look like, if they're relying on their Applied Statistics System to do all the editing and layout? And TBH, if your "story" is being shoved into their ASS, can you really say it's yours anymore?

Reading through their T&C I'm seeing even more warning signs.

You need a monthly subscription (in addition to their "one-time" production plan) in order to be entitled to anything. That's anywhere from $200-500/month.

You need to make at least $25 in net sales before royalties kick in, and from the sound of it the counter resets to 0 every time they issue you a "sales report," which is undoubtedly calculated by the ASS.

"You are permitted to make Payment Withdrawals any time during the Term and for ninety (90) days thereafter, after which you irrevocably waive your right hereunder to receive payment of the applicable royalties." Uhhh... No?

Their "prohibited content" section has a lot of vague wording that could easily be misapplied. What counts as "pornographic?" Or "promotes illegal drug use?" And "unlawful" itself could cover pretty much anything. In terms of nonfiction that might be understandable, but what about fiction? It never differentiates.

Even if these dudes weren't relying on "AI" I wouldn't go near them. It is, of course, calculated to maximize their profits, not yours, and they work hard to make sure you can't make any money.

Everyone involved in this should be catapulted into the sun.

A new publisher plans to churn out 8000 books in 2025 using AI. Everything about this from the massive waste of energy to the absence of any creative curiosity is utterly fucking depressing.

[endereies]

Reader has been playing hard to get but then he stops chasing and she wonders if she played too hard to get

HARD TO GET - CS

No Nut November - Day 25

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ After months of playing Chris, he had enough

Denial

That’s all it ever was. God, it hurt the pair of you, but it was too addictive not to let go just yet. The feeling of being wanted but it was ever so slightly out of reach.

You and Chris had been an angelic pair, a match made in heaven. Anyone on the street thought you two were a couple, the hand-held touch was sign no.1. He wanted you so badly, and he had you. Almost.

He often found himself waking up besides you, wondering how even the sleep couldn’t tousle your beauty. He savoured those moments because it wasn’t long before your fists pushed back his chest, his heart further away from you. The day went as normal after that, except he couldn’t ignore the skipped heart beats.

He often found himself viewing your body wrapped in his fabric from his closet. It wasn’t anything special, just an old hoodie he thrifted a while ago. But it was his favourite, not because the material was soothing on his skin, but because you borrowed it the most.

He often found himself staring at you, normally while you did makeup before a party. Even though he didn’t take long to get ready, he was guaranteed to do it before you even started. That way he could admire the techniques of your makeup as you taught him the names of each product. He never understood how holding your mouth open helped mascara apply better but who was he to judge.

From an outside perspective? They were perfect for each other. From an inside perspective? It was complicated. He spent countless times with you in his arms after a fight with your parents only for you to continuously act like it didn’t happen. He couldn’t do it like you could. So he waited like a desperate and lonely puppy.

He was addicted to your affection towards him, and it would kill him when you pushed him away. There were nights where he would stay up all night, wondering what he had done wrong to receive you’re short and cold attitude. He missed having you in his arms, talking about anything that comes to mind. He missed your beautiful laughing and smiles, those things always brightened his day.

He promised himself that he wouldn’t get caught up in this feeling but once the infatuation seeped through, he never planned on making it stop. He desperately waited for the day where you would come to him, begging for him to hold you in his arms again. Wanting him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you lay in his lap, and gently runs his hand on your hair and face while you stare at each other. He craved those moments, and he hated that you stopped that. What was he doing wrong? Why didn’t you crave his touch, or love like he did. Why did you act like nothing ever mattered…

The truth was that you did, badly. You had this perfect situation planted in your head. You’d push yourself close to him, tangled in the lie of ‘friendship’ taunting him. In your head it was a build up to eventually make Chris tell you how he felt. It was stupid, like a poorly written novel that had a script. A script that couldn’t be moulded into the already written fate lines. You couldn’t change a script that was already published.

Several months had gone by with no progress.

Parties were often a place of relaxation, the stench of alcohol on everyone’s lips. Not yours, you knew better. So did Chris. He didn’t another sign of familiarity between you two. He knew them all like the back of his hand.

The whole room had started to reek now with a mixture of drugs as the air grew thick. That’s when you covered up with Chris’ jumper once more, his smell was comfortable to breathe in, lighter. You’d been sipping mindlessly on a mocktail or two before Chris sauntered through the door to the kitchen. You felt your heart hitch and you had to drag your gaze to your drink, swirling the straw lazily. You knew what had been happening recently. You weren’t a fool. It was obvious the way Chris looked at you. You’d forced yourself away in hopes of making yourself more desired, in hopes he’d make the first move.

He wasn’t stupid. He saw the batted eyelashes and twisted words; he hated how sweet your voice was to him. It was the same as always, playing into his feelings, a taste of what he wanted before you got drunk and ran off with another guy. When that happened once more that night, he could’ve sworn he felt a heart string snap in his chest, his jaw gritting. The red solo cup in his palm quickly contained a shot of whiskey before it slammed on the bar table.

When you found your number blocked by Chris the next morning, you were positive it was the hangover playing tricks on you. He wouldn’t block you, he couldn’t block you.

‘contact me when you know how you feel about me.’

‘I cant play your stupid game anymore.’

‘cya kid’

Fuck. Maybe it was one time too many.

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© ENDEREIES 2024

[stemcellee]

november 25 2024

i haven't really put a lot of words out there recently but i think i finally have something to get off my chest after thinking about it for a while...and to avoid spam it's under the cut D:

happy holidays to everyone though can't believe the season is already here!!!

med school is so hard!! i admit when i first got in, i was like "im not gonna let it get to me. i have amazing stress management skills and i'll handle everything so well!!" and then i fought a lot with dissapointment in myself when i was struggling with things i never imagined.

stuff i feel like i wasn't prepared for:

the constant worry about not doing enough. you see snippets of other people's lives when they are productive and it makes you feel like everyone is so much more productive than you

how hard it can be to compartmentalized. both ways!! when i'm relaxing ("relaxing") i'm planning how to somehow be productive while relaxing. when i'm working, im wishing so bad i had spent my relaxing time ACtually relaxing

attachment. this feels like such a personal problem but when i'm doing practice questions the clinical vignette is consistently similar to people in my life who have been affected by the pathologies i'm about to be tested on. a 70 year old woman with hypertension and diabetes...succumbs to decompensated heart failure. a 50 year old woman has bouts of angina...and suffers a massive MI. a 60 year old male is rushed to the hospital for chest pain...and dies of ventricular arrythmia an hour later. it's so scary thinking about how your parents and loved ones could be those patients!! it motivates me to make sure i learn these things for my future patients but it's sad carrying this around. i guess this is part of why i went to med school anyways...

how easy it is to forget about yourself. i will have days of highly productive focused studying/work but suddenly will get slapped with an unexpected migraine. i am getting a lot better about this but i have to remember that working out, eating well, etc are not wastes of time. i need to preserve myself most importantly becasue without me, i can't even do any of this!!

last thing. projection. i find myself making up problems sometimes that i think is a coping mechanism for projecting my own frustrations into something to blame. like studying is tough and i get frustrated that it doesn't come as easily to me sometimes, so i feel upset that things aren't how i expected them to be, like if i had more support id be happier/better at studying etc. while that's true, i recognize it's also a coping mechanism to place the blame externally...

anyways yeah there are a lot of things i've been thinking about in the thick of it all. med school is not what i expected it to be, and i really cannot blame others for not knowing what to expect either because truly you cannot anticipate how you will feel. thanks for reading it's been a min

[sofiatexa]

lara raj x sophia laforteza

cw ; fluff , established relationship (girlfriends) , cuddling , kissing , nicknames often (sophia calling lara them) , lara gives a lot of physical affection , etc maybe??

synopsis ; a rainy day interrupts sophia’s plans to have a date outside with lara so she decides to make the best of what she can do inside with her.

wc ; 1.3k

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@lararaajj : i miss youuu (09:37 am) —

she texted her girlfriend when she woke up that morning. lara stayed in her family home for a while, away from the girls. her and sophia haven’t been able to find the right time to meet up due to both of them having personal family reasons.

today they both were free, expecting to be able to take that short drive down to lara’s house and take her on a all day planning, or thats what they wanted to do.

@sophia_laforteza : miss you moreee :/ (9:38 am.) — sophia replied, she loved talking to lara, obviously because she was the love of her life and lara was her comfort, and so was she to the redhead. they talked a while longer before lara asked her to come over, but when sophia was done getting dressed it began to rain.

@lararaajj : nevermind baby, it's raining. it isn't safe to drive rn (1:15 pm) - she texted the older, expecting her to reply but she never recieved one, for a good ten minutes, which made her think she was probably still getting ready or just not on her phone, read at (1:25 pm), lara saw that sophia had seen her message but she never got a text back.

she tried calling sophia, but with no answer. then her doorbell rang, she got up from her bed, slipping her tshirt on, not knowing who was at the door, and opened it. to lara's surprise it was her girlfriend, standing with her grey hoodie on and with some legos and her nintendo.

lara hugged the older, and pulled her inside. "you idiot! why did you still comeee?" lara asked as she continued pulling the older against her body, inhaling her scent. sophia had a stupid smile on her face, "well, i missed you and why don't we have a day in this time? i mean, the soft pours of rain outside with some calming music with my favorite person playing games and building legos sounds amazing"

sophia said as she hugged lara, "and you smell so nice today" she whispered against lara's shirt. the redhead smiled, loving the sweet words from her girlfriends mouth. "i love you soph" she said, "i love you more lara" they finally broke apart the hug

lara held sophia's hand, leading her upstairs to her room so they could be left alone for a while. sophia put her things down on lara's desk, and went to lay beside the redhead.

pulling her into a soft embrace, and lara sighed, "you're really warm" the redhead spoke, and sophia chuckled "well, it's 50 degrees and you have on a cropped t-shirt baby" and lara pouted, "stilllll"

sophia smiled and kissed her forehead, leaving her lipstick stain on her. "you're so cute" sophia whispered, and took off her hoodie, putting it on the redhead.

a small while passed until they began picking what they wanted to do together. lara picked the legos, seeing that sophia picked the ones that had lara's interests in them.

lara picked the ones she wanted to do the most, "okay, what song do you wanna listen to sweetie?" the black haired woman asked, the redhead shrugged her shoulders, "whatever you think fits the mood better" and sophia nodded, turning on a more calming playlist, starting with 'Rainy Days - V'

lara sat in sophia's lap and poured the legos out of the bag, pulling the instructions from beside sophia and they began putting them together in silence, but it wasn't a awkward one, it was much more comfortable than anything.

the actual soft droplets of rain hitting lara's window, the soothing voice of the singers along with lara's as she sung along to whatever song played, sophia harmonizing with her ever so often. they got so caught up in the legos they didn't realize three hours had already passed, the pair really didn't notice until sophia checked her phone to change the playlist.

it wasn't like those three hours passing was really an issue, they didn't really care about that part, they cared more about finishing this set which they were amost done with, that was the case until, lara accidently knocked over the other bag and mixed the pieces with the bag they were currently on.

"oh my god!" they both shrieked, sophia cloed her eyes and sighed, while lara laughed the pain away. "its okay, its okay" she said, trying to keep herself from screaming. she and sophia began to pick up the legos and saying they'll finish them tomorrow.

lara pulled the redhead by her waist once they were and grabbed her nintendo off of the desk, and lara and sophia laid in bed together while soph flipped through and the game cards, until lara saw she had zelda.

"oh my god, oh my god wait" lara said, picking up the game chip, "let's play this!" she exclaimed. sophia put the chip and started the game, lara rested her head on the black hair woman's chest, and watched as she playd the game.

"i don't really understand much about this game, aside from the characters" sophia admitted, and lara began explaining how the game worked but stopped talking at a certain point, "why'd you stop talking baby?" sophia asked after pausing the game, lara's face was a little red.

"m embarrased" she said, and sophia picked her head up and kissed her, "don't be embarrased baby, you can talk about your interests with me. i love listening to you talk, i love watching you get excited when it's your favorite things ever." lara's eyes sparkled while sophia named things she loved about her and lara slightly teared up due to feeling overwhelmed.

sophia sat up and pulled the redhead into another hug, holding her head and gently playing in her hair, "shh, it's okay.." she softly said, "i love you baby, you're so perfect in my eyes" she kissed her head, and lara sighed, calming down.

sophia made lara comfortable before offering her to play zelda herself and sophia just watching, which lara happily did. she played the game for about a hour, before turning it off, and asking if they could just watch something. the rain had stopped not too long ago, but sophia wasn't gonna leave just because it stopped raining.

lara brought her bean bag out and pushed it to the middle of her room, her and soph both sitting on the bean bag, lara resting her head on sophia's shoulder while they watched lara's comfort show, 'wild kratts'

soon the sun began to set, the moonlight shining from her windows, lara's eyes began to grow heavy, sophia noticing and laying the younger on her chest, and laying back on the bed. she placed her hand on the redheads side, lara fell asleep not long after.

sophia didn't move until lara was fully sleep, getting up and cleaning the legos off of her floor and putting the nintendo back inside of the case. sophia closed her curtains, and got in lara's bed, pulling the cover over both of them.

it didn't take much longer for the black haired woman to fall asleep, the feeling of sleeping in silence wasn't too comfortable to her, so she put on some small noise, maybe a song, turning the screen off, muting both hers and lara's phone so they can sleep without any interruptions. she kissed lara's forehead once more, pulling her by her waist and sleeping just like that.

[otomiyaa]

Day 25: Boo

Solomon, Barbatos, Simeon x Reader

[Miya & Mia’s Tickletober 2023] - Better late than never, on tumblr now. @hakurei-k

Word Count: 1.1K

You weren’t sure what they were up to, but they were all here at Cocytus Hall. Solomon, Barbatos and Simeon. Seeing them so busy, gathered around something that had their precious attention, you couldn’t help but want to practice your stealth skills for no reason at all. You slithered into the room, and decided to attack the person in the middle for optimal results.

“Boo!” you yelled. The results were not optimal. Rather than scared, Simeon looked merely surprised and calmly turned around, and the chain-jump scare you were aiming for, with Simeon jumping, then startling Barbatos and Solomon as well for a nice little cry in unison, didn’t happen in the slightest. Simeon did show you a cute pout though.

“Did you hear that, Solomon? Your apprentice is boo’ing me. I’m deeply offended.”

You jolted. Eh? Boo’ing?! 

“Huh? No! I just wanted to scare you!” you said, and you then noticed that Simeon was holding his phone. Ah. They must’ve been helping him with something since you knew Simeon wasn’t the most handy person when it came to the D.D.D.

“You clearly were boo’ing Simeon. Poor Simeon. It is not his fault that he’s clumsy with his D.D.D.” 

Barbatos gave you the headshake of disapproval as he said this, and you gasped. 

“No, it was a scare-boo! Not a boo-boo!” Your explanation was the worst, but it didn’t matter. Whatever you would say, they were all approaching you and closing you in... Whaaat! 

“Solomon, I hope you do not mind if we apprehend our friend here for hurting Simeon’s feelings,” Barbatos said, and you squeaked when he gently but firmly grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back when you tried to dance out of the way.

“Ahahapprehend? Now wahahait a second!” You had no idea why you were laughing so nervously, it was as if your body already knew what was coming.

Solomon nodded. “Please, go ahead. I suggest a tickle punishment, they work wonders.” 

He didn’t need to tell them twice. Barbatos pulled you against him, and Simeon started to poke your sides playfully.

“Yay, tickle punishment!” he chirped. You threw your head back, and luckily Barbatos was much taller than you were or he would have received a serious headbutt.

“Guhuhuys! Come ohohon! I wahahasn’t booihihing Simeohohon!” you laughed, squirming against Barbatos. You squeaked when you could feel him lower his hands to your waist,and he squeezed gently, but it tickled so bad.

“Alright. Let me join in,” Solomon suddenly said, stepping forward and reaching for your stomach. You were now literally squeezed between the three of them, and each one of them tickled you with different techniques. 

Barbatos was digging into your lower sides at the moment. Simeon playfully poked you between the ribs and also tried to tickle your underarms which you were defending quite successfully. Solomon was… wiggling his fingers all over your stomach. Intense!

“HHAHAHa! Nohohoho! Guys hehehe- dohohon’t!” you warned. Simeon gave Solomon a judging look. 

“I wouldn’t do it like that.” 

Barbatos clicked his tongue. “Aren’t you being too rough?” he asked as Solomon spidered his fingers all over your tickle spots as if his life depended on it. Solomon shook his head.

“People, if there’s anyone who knows how to tickle my apprentice the best, that would be me, don’t you think?” he asked, and you wanted to laugh at Solomon addressing Barbatos and Simeon with ‘people’. But you were already laughing.

“Heehehehe NO- Nononono hahaahha!” you yelled when Barbatos finally took your arms and moved them up over your head.

“Go ahead,” he told Simeon who was still trying to tickle your armpits.

“Thank you,” Simeon said, slipping his fingers right in to poke at the centers of your armpits. Solomon bumped with his hip against Simeon, startling him.

“More like this,” he said, and his hands moved past Simeon’s and wiggled their fingers viciously against your poor ticklish underarms.

“WAHAHAH! Nahaha Solomon ahahaha plehehease!” you cackled. Simeon seemed impressed.

“He does seem to know what he is doing.” 

Solomon frowned. “Why are you even surprised? I am quite competent, you know. Also, don’t forget it was me who just told you how to quick-search a message on your phone.”

“But it was me who actually helped finding that message,” Barbatos argued.

“That’s because it was your��message.” 

You had no idea what exactly was going on here, except that it was related to what those three were doing with Simeon’s D.D.D. And you couldn’t ask either. Just laugh.

“Simeohohon nohoho!” you laughed when the angel kneeled before you and tested the sensitivity of your hips and inner thighs, since Solomon did not intend to collaborate for the armpit tickle fest.

Meanwhile Barbatos gathered both your arms into one hand and used the other to claw at your ribs - all of a sudden way less gentle, much firmer than earlier, and you shook heavily and spasmed against him.

“Barbatohohoos ahahahaha!” you whined. How much more could you take? To your surprise, Solomon indeed proved to know you quite well as he raised his hand finally and invited the others to stop too.

“That’s enough, I think,” he announced with a kind smile. Barbatos released you and you fell into Solomon’s arms. 

“S-so mean,” you whined. Solomon chuckled and patted your shoulder.

“It’s fine to sometimes be mean. Can be fun, right?” he asked. You rolled your eyes fondly and blushed. It wasn’t that bad indeed, but…

“I found it,” Simeon chirped. You could see that he and Barbatos were casually resuming the D.D.D. business again as if that whole tickle attack never happened. 

“Good,” Barbatos said. Solomon joined them as well, and with his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you along so you could find out what all the fuss was about. It appeared that Simeon had lost a recipe that Barbatos once sent to him in a chat. Simeon wanted to find the recipe, but he did not know how to search through the chat, and did not know the keywords either. 

“Now I can make it for Luke. And…” Simeon poked your nose playfully. “You can have some too.” 

You blushed and nodded shyly. Solomon laughed. “Need a hand with that?” he asked, nodding at the recipe. Solomon and Barbatos immediately jolted and shook their heads.

“No.” 

You covered your mouth with your hand and held back a laugh before Solomon would notice. He kind of had the tendency to tickle you whenever you laughed at him, and you were still in your recovery phase from the triple attack just now. And all because… you wanted to startle them with ‘boo’! 

[voxofthevoid]

Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #11: This fic's a few hundred words away from 100k, and I have 11 chapters left to write, assuming the chapter estimate doesn't increase again. This is gonna take a while, folks. My best guess is that the word count will end up somewhere between 150k and 200k.

More goyuu this week! The last chapter was nearly 9k of one(1) kiss/frottage scene, plus a couple of tinier scenes to tie it up in the aftermath. This is an excerpt from that.

Also, my prediction was wrong; Sukuna won't show up in any concrete capacity until the chapter after the next two (i.e., in Chapter 17/25). But well, balance—most of the first half of this fic is pure sukuita, and now the goyuu is taking over, kinda. There'll be a good chunk in that middle that's both in near-equal measure.

Satoru yanks Yuuji’s head up before he can feast, plunging his tongue into that gasping mouth to lick out the violence.

Yuuji gasps, his nails digging meanly, unconsciously into Satoru’s stomach. Satoru pries his free hand off his sweater to grab Yuuji’s hand and shove it further down, pressing those grasping flush to Satoru’s denim-clad cock.

Yuuji’s hips jerk like it’s his dick that’s getting touched.

“Can’t trust your mouth,” Satoru says without quite breaking the kiss, slitting his eyes open so he can see Yuuji’s face from centimeters away; his eyes are open, more black than brown. “So use your hands, sweetheart.”

Yuuji moans.

Satoru drinks that sound down hot, and it’s as sweet as Yuuji’s violence would have been. Satoru will allow it one day, when Yuuji can be trusted with Satoru’s capacity to take everything a demon can—and then some.

Yuuji’s fingers are clumsy on Satoru’s crotch, like they can’t decide between groping his dick through the jeans and unzipping the fly for a better treat. Satoru doesn’t do much to help, busying himself with Yuuji’s mouth. The taste of blood has washed all the way out, and it’s Yuuji’s taste now ripening on Satoru’s tongue and seeping deeper with every inhale and swallow. Yuuji’s kissing back, sweet thing, and Satoru can tell that’s exactly why he’s fumbling so hard down below.

Satoru keeps kissing him anyway, licking lazily at the roof of Yuuji’s mouth before pulling back to nibble on a lush lip, and Yuuji shoves up against him with a guttural noise, flattening Satoru against the couch. His fingers slip into Satoru’s waistband, tugging with a concerning amount of force.

“Easy,” Satoru warns again, barely reining in his amusement. “If you tear that off, I’ll have to walk out of here in my underwear.”

Yuuji draws back with a nonplussed expression, all of him growing less violent for a moment. “I wasn’t gonna tear it off?”

It’s not very convincing; Yuuji himself doesn’t look all that sure.

“It’ll be very sexy if you do,” Satoru reassures him. “I’ve always wanted to be ravished.”

Yuuji’s hands clench on Satoru, once again threatening to tear off his jeans and also bruise his ribs. “Fuck.”

“Aren’t we eager,” Satoru murmurs. “Go on then. Take it out. Without property damage, preferably.”

“Satoru-san,” Yuuji whines, but the complaint loses all bite when he presses his whole palm to Satoru’s clothed dick like he just can’t help but cop a feel before resuming the apparently arduous process of freeing it.

Satoru has to fight not to arch up into it, his whole groin one hot pulse.

Yuuji does conquer his fly, finally, peeling it apart and tugging Satoru’s underwear down to let his cock spring out.

Satoru sighs, pleasure and a twinge of relief. And Yuuji—

Yuuji sucks in a breath that burns in Satoru’s own lungs.

“Oh,” he rasps, “it’s pretty.”

Satoru looks down, watching said piece of pretty twitch in helpless response. Yuuji’s hand is hovering over it, not quite touching but clearly wanting to. Satoru feels his gaze like a touch anyway, dripping fire from the exposed head to the taut sacks at the base.

This isn’t the part of Satoru that usually gets called pretty, but how can he complain when Yuuji looks so hungry?

Maybe a little too hungry though. Satoru’s not sure he’d put his dick in that mouth just yet, especially with how Yuuji tends to get all toothy in between.

“I’m getting shy here,” Satoru lies when Yuuji continues to just look. “Gonna show me yours?”

“Oh, uh—” Yuuji blinks fast a couple of times, swallowing suspiciously wetly. Satoru’s ego swells in his chest, growing liquid on its way down to his dick. “Yeah, lemme just—”

“I’ll help,” Satoru volunteers; he’s kind like that.

It’s a quick affair. Yuuji seems to favor loose, easily divestible clothes, and the sweatpants he’s changed into are even easier to wrangle than the baggy shorts he was wearing earlier. Satoru gives the elastic waistband a rough tug down, and out it comes, long and flushed and mouth-wateringly thick.

Satoru’s guts knot up in very predictable response.

It’s not a novel view. He did see far more than he should have the other morning, perched on that tree and peering in through Yuuji’s window, but that semi-accidental peep show was a far cry from the scorching reality mere centimeters away from kissing his own cock.

Also—

“You weren’t lying,” Satoru says, tugging Yuuji’s cock down with a single finger for a better look at the unruly bush at its base. It’s the same fairy-floss pink as Yuuji’s hair—mostly. There are dark streaks in between, the same black as Yuuji’s undercut. “The pink is all natural. Haven’t seen two-toned hair before though, and I’ve run into some wild coloring.”

“Why would I lie about that?” Yuuji asks breathily. He’s trembling a little, the worst of it in the hand still hovering between their bodies. Satoru runs his finger down the length of Yuuji’s cock, just a testing touch, and Yuuji shudders so violently that it may as well be a flinch. “Shit, please—”

“That’s my line,” Satoru murmurs, dipping his head so he can better peer up at Yuuji. “You haven’t even touched me, Yuuji.”

Yuuji’s hand curls around Satoru’s cock with a truly endearing amount of care. It’s not a lot of pressure, but Satoru’s blood still burns at the feel of those calluses pressing against the sensitive skin of his cock.

“Closer,” Satoru orders.

Yuuji moves with a throaty noise, inching closer on the couch till his knees are practically level with Satoru’s hips. It brings their cocks obscenely close together, and Satoru feels some kind of a way watching Yuuji’s length sway so close to his own, darker and redder and thicker, promising all sorts of filthy fun.

Satoru gives its head a welcoming squeeze, humming low in his throat when precome dampens his palm.

Yuuji groans, his hips bucking, rough but restrained.

Satoru uncurls his hand, snagging his own dick with a hooked thumb and drawing it flush with Yuuji’s cock, and Yuuji once again proves that he’s a quick study, shifting to angle his cock better against Satoru’s.

“Just like that,” Satoru praises. “Now hold them both.”

Yuuji breathes out raggedly and obeys, letting go of Satoru’s cock to wrap his hand around both their cocks, and his fingers aren’t long enough to reach as far around them as Satoru’s do, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm, the borderline delicacy of earlier vanishing in a single needy clench.

It’s Satoru who groans this time, allowing himself a moment to just dig his head into Yuuji's chest and feel where he’s pressed up against all that thick heat.

Yuuji’s free hand pries itself off Satoru’s chest to land in his hair, grabbing a generous fistful. He does nothing with it, only clinging tight like he’s seeking strength, but it still pulls on Satoru’s scalp, a liquid ache that sluices down his spine and seeps into his gut.

Satoru opens his mouth against Yuuji’s chest, almost tasting the wild beat of his heart. There’s only fabric there to taste, but he bites anyway, and Yuuji’s fingers twitch brutally tight around their cocks.

It eases up the next moment, but Satoru watches himself grow wet with a moan caught between his teeth.

“Tighter,” he says. Then— “Have you done this before?”

“N-no,” Yuuji gasps.

Satoru draws back, looking up at Yuuji. “But you have had sex before.”

It’s fascinating, the way Yuuji’s expression shifts. A whole array of emotions, too tangled up to read. It settles on something dark-eyed and crooked-mouthed, and the way he nods, sharp and brisk, would be misleading if Satoru didn’t know what he does.

The bruises on Yuuji’s throat have faded remarkably, the distinct shapes of fingers now reduced to a few patchy blemishes, but Satoru knows and he knows Yuuji knows, and he’d love to learn the full extent of it, the thoughts and emotions of a teenager who’s become a demon’s plaything, but he can’t read Yuuji’s mind, only his face, and it yields no clear answers.

“With a man?” Satoru asks anyway. The demon seemed to take the form of one, but who knows with their kind.

Yuuji just nods again, a little less painfully awkward.

“That’s good,” Satoru says lightly, and it’s a cruel lie, but it helps keep the sudden flood of nonsensical, impotent rage out of his voice, his face. “You know your way around a cock then.”

[griffincloud]

Cringetober 2/25: Self-Insert

9 year old me's Self-Insert WCOC was named Gummypaws, who was the daughter of Brightheart (my favorite character at the time)

[nanihirunkits]

hi.

[jackfrostimposter]

genuinely why is there so much misinformation about the guardians of childhood book series?

[icewindandboringhorror]

just a few little bits from the past few days

[orpheuslament]

on the way back from the gym i saw two teenage girls on scooters in the middle of the road & they kept crossing each other & interlocking their feet & they looked like they were having so much fun i hope they have the best summer of their life

[halogalopaghost]

[sonknuxadow]

WAIT THE LARA SU CHRONICLES IS ACTUALLY COMING OUT SOON ? FOR REAL THIS TIME ?

[griffincloud]

Cringetober 1/25: Heterochromia

[hmsmilkbone]

I am sorry. I have so much work, and I am very pregnant so I just don't have time to respond to stuff on here as much (or draw, really.) Hoping I can get into a schedule soon which allows me to paint and chat more :(