#UM ANYWAY

[shigarosie]

"Put your head right here baby."

His palm easily covers the back of your head, guiding your face into his neck. You've been trying to convince him to let you ride him for forever, and finally he gave in and let you climb on top of his lap on the couch.

"Good girl, keep it there for me."

You try your best to listen, taking the time you lick and nip at his neck when you're not too focused on bouncing on his cock. It's the perfect spot to hear his deep, heavy sighs and groans in your ear. But it gets warm in that little crook of his neck real fast, and your own neck can only take the odd angle for so long before you have to pull away.

"No no, baby, come back," he says, trying to pull you back in.

"Can't," you breathe, thankful to escape some of the heat. "Too uncomfortable- can't fuck you good like that."

"Turn around then, ride it reverse."

You raise your eyebrow but do as he asks. Maybe he just wanted a good view of your ass?

The new position isn't ideal for you. You can't watch him fall apart beneath you like you fantasized about, and it doesn't really hit that one spot you like at this angle, but he seems to be enjoying it, gripping your hips and helping you bounce harder, faster, up and down his length. You look back at him over your shoulder, your lip caught between your teeth while you give him your best 'fuck me' eyes.

He takes one of his hands from your hip and turns your head back to face forward. To face away from him. You try and look back at him again. He faces you forward.

Oh. He doesn't want to see your face.

Your pace slows at the realization, and he takes it as a cue to put in some work of his own, thrusting up into you.

It feels sad to say you zoned out while he fucked you like that, but you couldn't stop the way your mind raced as things started making sense. He liked to fuck you doggy style, and when he fucked you in missionary his head was always pressing into the pillow right next to your head or buried in your breasts. You never thought anything of it before, but he never looked at your face when you had sex. Even when you gave him blowjobs, his head always tilted back or his eyes were shut tight.

He didn't want to see your face.

You emerged from your whirling mind as he came inside you, his moans suddenly sounding too loud to your ears and his grip feeling too tight. Your heart feeling too heavy.

"Fuck," he pants, "your pussy was so tight at the end there. She gives me the best hugs-"

You hastily pull your panties back on, grabbing your shirt off the floor to cover your body as it now felt overly exposed.

"Hey, woah, you okay? What happened?" He tried to place his hand on your shoulder but you shrug it off, turning away from him. "Did I do something? C'mon, turn around baby-"

"No," you say. It comes out as a wobbly squeeze rather than the firm statement you wanted to make, but you couldn't help it. All your energy was being put into not sobbing right now.

"Baby, I don't know what happened, you gotta tell me so I can make it better," he pleads. You almost want to give in to his sweet, smooth voice. To turn around and bury your face in his chest and tell him it's fine if he never wants to see your face, you can just wear a mask forever. Even better, you can get a whole fucking face transplant surgery! Wouldn't that be great?

You feel sick.

"Please just look at me-"

An ugly hiccup punches its way out of your throat.

"Why? Is my face more bearable when you're not trying to get off? It's okay if I look at you as long as I'm not ruining your orgasm?"

It's so quiet that it almost feels eery. Like maybe if you did turn around, you'd find that he was all a figment of your imagination, that he never existed and you made him up entirely.

"Am I that ugly?" You have no choice but to whisper it. If you were any louder it would startle the tears in your eyes and they would all scramble down your face to run away from the noise.

You hear a thud, and suddenly there's a hand on the outside of each leg. He's on his knees behind you.

"I need you to know-" he has to take a deep breath to even out his own voice. "That I will never fucking forgive myself for making you think so lowly about yourself."

Your hands start to tremble. What could he possibly say to save himself in this situation?

"Every day I have told you that you're beautiful- every day I've meant it. But if I haven't made you feel it, then I've failed you as a partner." You can hear him gulp behind you. "I can't look at you when we have sex because I..."

Your eyes screw shut, forcefully evicting the tears from the ducts, bracing yourself for impact.

"If I see your face I won't last."

You stand there, frozen. Then your eyes blink open. What?

"What?" You repeat out loud, unintentionally.

His forehead falls forward in shame and embarrassment, resting at the base of your spine.

"When we first started seeing each other, before we had hooked up, I thought about you... A lot. Alone. I thought about your voice, your body, the way you smell." He sounds pained to admit it, as of you didn't know he was jerking off to the thought of you all those months ago in the beginning stages of your relationship. "But... Every time I thought about your face... I'd cum instantly."

You slowly turn around, but he keeps his head bowed. It presses into your soft lower stomach now, his hands lightly rubbing up and down your legs as he admits his secret to you.

"So when we have sex, I don't look at your face. I can't look at your face. It'll be over before we even start, it'll ruin it. I'd cum too soon and look like an idiot and not get to enjoy that intimacy with you. But I didn't think-" now he's the one who sounds choked up. "I didn't think you would think-"

You hesitantly reach down to touch his hair and he grips your legs tightly, pressing himself further into you.

"Fuck, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. I'm so attracted to you that it's a problem for me. But I never thought I'd make you feel so..."

"You couldn't just tell me?" You ask, not sure you fully believe him yet. Your version of the situation feels entirely more likely to you than his.

"I was too embarrassed," he mumbles. "Felt pathetic. Like you'd think I wouldn't be able to please you right. It's a stupid problem that's hurt you so badly. I'm so fucking sorry."

You run a hand through his hair, guiding his head to tilt back and look up at you.

"I wouldn't have minded," you say softly. "If you told me I wouldn't have minded looking away. And when you were ready, I could've looked at you and asked you nicely to cum while you looked me in the eyes and showed me how beautiful you think I am."

He whimpers. "You can't say that to me, I already just came."

"I'm sorry I freaked out," you tell him, still stroking his hair. "But no more secrets, okay? You gotta be open with me so this doesn't happen again. Promise?"

He stares up at you with devotion shining in his eyes. You almost can't believe you ever doubted him. "I swear on my fucking life. This one and the next. I'll never make you feel less than the gorgeous angel you are."

[oversizedsunhats]

They always huggin oough

[negativespace06]

conduit

[pancakemolybdenum]

@josuyasuweek-2024 day 2: sleepover / festival or matsuri / childhood friends

cheating at games for children. together <3

[beetle-baguette]

Alright, Alright, Alright

[cannibalovers]

I just personally think that Will has a collection of hats like these for any situation ever just hidden away somewhere

[possessedbydevils]

How asking for 3k roubles got mfs feelin

[aaron04jpg]

F1twt in shambles over f1 omegaverse and the gpda George Russell is a victim in both

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Yoooo I love the Black Circle!!!1!1!!

[xoluvx]

r u a virgin aswell💀 why r all the writers fucking virgins help wdyk about fucking a girl😭😭😭

HAHASDHAHSDHASH

hmmm let me pull up my resumeeeee

you're pathetic. in fact you prob get off people telling you that, huh? wait- that's why you're on my page, right.. to get a reaction? well savor it, baby and while you’re at it, maybe wipe your drool because your favorite writer is giving you the attention you so desperately need.

i know you can learn how to use your pretty fingers for something better than typing shit on a keyboard. i could teach you. i’m very talented.

now be a good girl and sit down. maybe i can sit on your lap and show you how it's done. muuuahhh byeeeee. 💋

[splinnters]

when they said no man is an island they hadn't seen me on april first 2024

[xamaxenta]

speaking of Ace i lost four games in overwatch in a row and still can’t draw his face

[inamagicalhallucination]

its not just the big things about atsushi that akutagawa knows - things like his hallucinations; shibusawa; everything fitzgerald revealed

its also things like what type of books he likes to read (generally anything); how he likes to mark his spot (bookmark cuz the orphanage books were old and folding them made him scared theyd rip), how many sugar cubes he liked in his coffee, what word did he rlly like at the moment and used a lot, and so on

ya know basic normal information to have about someone u aren’t close to

anyway some of these things are observed and some of them are told to him

but akutagawa just thinks atsushi is an open person and doesn’t think he’s just unlocked the most atsushi trivia and thinks his friends are jerks or something for not remembering/caring or whatever

lucy: anyway atsushi’s been having a bad day. not that i care. but imma give him an extra slice of chocolate cake

akutagawa, sipping his tea, waiting for atsushi to come down so he can accidentally run into him: why; if he’s having a bad day he’d prefer a matcha swiss roll

lucy: 

lucy: and u just know that

akutagawa, scowling: ur probably the only person who doesn’t

//

*at the store*

kyouka: since im here for ranpo, i’ll get atsushi something too.

kyouka: hmm something new.

kyouka: maybe this-

akutagawa, reaching over and grabbing a different flavor: he wont like that one

kyouka:

akutagawa:

kyouka:

akutagawa: *cough* 

kyouka:

akutagawa:

akutagawa: *leaves*

//

dazai, kunikida, and akutagawa: *waiting for atsushi to come so dazai and kunikida can tell him and akutagawa about the joint pm ada mission:

kunikida: that’s strange it should only take atsushi 15.6 minutes to get here but he’s running late

dazai: oh no~ what if he found the perfect place for suicide and is checking it out w/o me :((

kunikida: why the hell would he-

akutagawa: actually jinko takes the longer route so that he can help an old shop owner carry her stuff inside in the morning.

kunikida:

dazai: how do u know that~?

akutagawa, scowling, wondering how atsushi can think of dazai and kunikida as family when they don’t even remember something so basic:

and so on

i cant think of anything funny so 

anyway  the point is that if there was like a pyramid model of atsushi trivia, akutagawa would be at the very top level alone, fully convinced he’s at the lowest level

so he’s kind of a ‘um actually’ kid but only in terms of atsushi facts 

anyway

atsushi, again, does not know that akutagawa thinks everyone knows this stuff about him so when akutagawa asks why he cares so much about ppl who cant be bothered to remember the most basic stuff about him he just gets rlly confused

also

akutagawa, seething becuz atsushi’s friends don’t know atsushi’s least favorite number or something equally as dumb

[poicyss]

kemono friend oc for @feralisaur

she's so cute... Falfal...

[pinkshadesofshame]

I want a hug

[normystical]

I genuinely don't know shit about celebrities. You could show me literally any random ass model, any hair color, and tell me she's J-Lo, and I'd just be like yeah okay