#acknowledging a UNIQUE intimacy between them

[endof-vanity]

winter begonia never fails to surprise and delight me in how explicit they are in their devotion to each other i think this is why i love "bromance" so much. writers so much more deliberate and creative in how characters express love for each other when they arent able to simply say 'i love you' or show affections traditionally percieved as romantic. i think that to me something like winter begonia will always be more romantic than most explicitly queer shows

[nickeverdeen]

arcane charaters with knowing the reader has a crush on them and like them back? How ould they react?

Arcane characters knowing reader has a crush on them and their feelings are mutual

Vi

Vi's tough persona doesn't disappear, but it softens into a teasing banter

She might playfully tease you about your crush, often accompanied by a smirk or a wink

Vi, being a protector by nature, would subtly demonstrate her care for you

Whether it's offering an extra jacket in the cold or keeping an eye out in crowded situations, she shows her protective side

Vi would actively seek out opportunities to spend time with you, engaging in shared adventures or missions

These situations allow her to be close to you while maintaining a sense of camaraderie

Vi, known for her straightforwardness, would genuinely show interest in your thoughts and feelings

She might ask about your day or share aspects of her own life, fostering a deeper connection

While not overly affectionate, Vi might incorporate subtle touches—a hand on the shoulder or a reassuring pat

Or the cupcake moment she did with Caitlyn

These gestures convey her comfort with you and add a layer of intimacy to your interactions

Vi may initiate friendly challenges or competitions, showcasing her competitive side

It's a way for her to bond with you and share moments of triumph or friendly banter

As the mutual feelings deepen, Vi might find herself gradually opening up about her own vulnerabilities and past

This creates a sense of trust and intimacy between her and you

Vi's loyalty extends to you, and she becomes a reliable source of support

Whether it's standing up for you in tough situations or providing a listening ear, she ensures you know she's there for you

Vi's affection is expressed in more subtle ways

A genuine smile, a lingering look, or a thoughtful gesture—these moments showcase the depth of her feelings without compromising her tough exterior

Although she will definetly flirt with you

Vi becomes comfortable in shared silences with you

These moments, where words are unnecessary, speak volumes about the connection they share

Caitlyn

Caitlyn maintains her professional demeanor but subtly lets her guard down around you

She still prioritizes her duties but might show a softer side in your interactions

Caitlyn engages in conversations that encourage you to share your thoughts and feelings

She's genuinely interested in getting to know you on a personal level

Caitlyn discovers and explores shared interests with you

Whether it's enjoying a mutual hobby or discussing topics they both find intriguing, she creates connections beyond their professional relationship

Caitlyn, in her own reserved way, expresses admiration for your qualities

She may offer subtle compliments, acknowledging your skills or unique attributes

Despite her busy schedule, Caitlyn carves out quality time to spend with you

Whether it's shared meals or quiet moments, she values their time together

Caitlyn becomes a reliable and trustworthy presence for you

Her commitment to upholding justice extends to ensuring the well-being and happiness of those close to her

Caitlyn's protective instincts may surface subtly

She might take extra precautions or subtly intervene if you find yourself in a challenging situation

Caitlyn, though reserved, allows moments of vulnerability to surface

She may share personal stories or experiences, allowing you to see a more genuine side of her

In a composed manner, Caitlyn acknowledges the mutual feelings between them

She might express her sentiments indirectly or through actions, allowing you to understand the depth of her feelings

Caitlyn shows her affection through thoughtful gestures

Whether it's a small gift, a handwritten note, or acts of kindness, these actions reflect her appreciation for you

Jinx

Jinx thrives on playful banter and teasing

She'd likely playfully taunt you about your crush, using a mix of sarcasm and genuine interest, creating a dynamic and unpredictable atmosphere

Jinx would involve you in her mischievous escapades

From planning pranks on Sevika or Silco to causing a bit of chaos together, these shared adventures become the backdrop for their budding connection

Jinx might enjoy the thrill of secret rendezvous with you

Sneaking away for clandestine meetings adds an extra layer of excitement to their relationship

While maintaining her tough exterior, Jinx may allow occasional glimpses of vulnerability

These moments could be brief and fleeting, revealing a more complex side to her personality

Jinx's expressions of affection may be unconventional

Instead of traditional gestures, she might gift you something quirky or set up unexpected surprises that align with her unpredictable nature

Jinx, in her own impulsive way, may unexpectedly come to your aid or defend you when the situation calls for it

Her actions reflect a sense of protective loyalty

Jinx seeks out experiences that provide an adrenaline rush

Whether it's daring stunts or exploring abandoned places, she involves you in activities that fuel your shared thrill-seeking tendencies

Jinx communicates a lot through body language

From playful nudges to intense eye contact, her expressions convey a range of emotions that add depth to their interactions

Jinx's emotions can be unpredictable, swinging between intense passion and moments of vulnerability

You experience the full spectrum of her feelings, creating a unique and dynamic connection

Jinx's loyalty to you is fierce

She stands by you in moments of chaos, showcasing her dedication and willingness to go to extremes for those she cares about

Jayce

Jayce would be naturally friendly and approachable, making you feel comfortable in his presence

His charismatic nature would shine through, creating an inviting atmosphere

Jayce would actively seek out shared interests with you, whether it's in the realm of technology, innovation, or personal hobbies

He sees these commonalities as opportunities to deepen the connection

Given Jayce's intellectual pursuits, he'd engage you in meaningful conversations

From discussing the latest inventions to exploring ideas and theories, he values stimulating intellectual exchanges

Jayce would be genuinely supportive of your endeavors

Whether it's personal goals or professional aspirations, he encourages and believes in your potential, providing a strong pillar of support

Jayce, with a thoughtful nature, might express his affection through small gestures

Whether it's surprising you with a meaningful gift or arranging a special experience, he invests effort in making you feel valued

(And yes I do realize I keep writing “Wheter” 🥲)

A touch of chivalry might be present in Jayce's interactions

He could exhibit traditional gestures of politeness and consideration, reflecting his respect and admiration for you

Jayce will 100% flex his muscles from time to time when you’re alone

While maintaining a respectful tone, Jayce might engage in occasional flirtatious banter

His charm manifests through playful remarks and subtle compliments, adding a layer of romantic tension

Jayce recognizes the importance of quality time in building a connection

Whether it's shared meals, outings, or quiet moments, he ensures you have meaningful experiences together

Jayce is attuned to your emotions and needs

His empathetic nature allows him to understand and navigate the complexities of your feelings, fostering a deeper emotional connection

While maintaining a level of professionalism, Jayce may display subtle forms of public affection

A reassuring touch, a shared smile, or a glance that communicates your connection without being overly conspicuous

Ekko

Ekko's interactions would be filled with playful banter and teasing

He enjoys keeping the atmosphere light-hearted and fun, making you comfortable in expressing your feelings

Ekko would actively involve you in his adventures and experiments

Whether it's exploring new hextech creations or navigating the undercity together, he values shared experiences

Given Ekko's interest in hextech, he might engage you in collaborative projects

Working together on inventive ideas becomes a way to bond and strengthen your connection

Ekko, as a natural inventor, might surprise you with unique and thoughtful inventions

These surprises reflect his creativity and the effort he puts into making you feel special

Ekko's time-manipulating abilities may add an interesting twist to your interactions

He might create moments where time seems to slow down, emphasizing the significance of your connection

Ekko is perceptive and empathetic

He pays attention to your feelings and is understanding of your emotions, creating a supportive environment for open communication

Ekko's adventurous spirit means that he actively seeks out exciting and daring activities

Whether it's exploring hidden places or taking on challenges, he involves you in his quest for excitement

Despite his playful nature, Ekko is capable of having deeper conversations

He might share his thoughts and feelings, creating moments of emotional intimacy that strengthen your bond

Ekko might express his feelings through physical affection, such as playful nudges, high-fives, or even inventive ways of showing closeness without being overly romantic

Ekko sees the relationship as an opportunity for mutual growth

He encourages you to pursue your interests and supports you in your endeavors, fostering a sense of personal and collective development

Viktor

Viktor values deep and meaningful conversations

He would engage you in discussions about innovation, progress, and your personal interests, creating a connection through shared intellectual pursuits

Recognizing your passions and talents, Viktor might involve you in collaborative projects

Working together on scientific or technological endeavors becomes a way to strengthen your bond

Both driven by a desire for progress, Viktor and you would share a common vision

You collaborate on projects that contribute to the betterment of Zaun and Piltover, emphasizing your shared goals

Despite his stoic exterior, Viktor is empathetic

He provides emotional support to you, understanding the complexities of your feelings and offering a steady presence during challenging times

Viktor might express his affection in subtle and thoughtful ways

Whether it's a shared moment of silence, a reassuring touch, or a small, meaningful gesture, these actions convey his feelings

Viktor and you would reflect on the progress of your relationship and personal growth

He values a partnership where both individuals contribute to each other's development

Viktor's strategic mindset extends to relationship dynamics

He might plan thoughtful dates or experiences, considering your preferences and creating moments that deepen your connection

Viktor understands the balance between ambition and personal life

He ensures that you feel valued and prioritized, demonstrating that your relationship is an integral part of his life

Viktor sees the relationship as an opportunity for continuous learning and growth

Whether exploring new areas of science or embracing personal interests, they embark on a journey of discovery together

Despite the seriousness of his work, Viktor would appreciate the importance of light-hearted moments

He might engage in occasional humor or playful activities, allowing the relationship to have a well-rounded dynamic

[internet-rat]

Distracting him while he is reading - Aemond x wife!reader

NSFW below cut~

Just you soft domming him~

As you approached Aemond, the sight of him absorbed in his studies, his focus unwavering, struck a chord of admiration within you. His dedication, the way he hunched over scrolls and texts, his silver hair falling slightly over his intense gaze, added layers to the man you loved—both fierce warrior and keen scholar. Your presence behind him was a silent declaration of your affection, and your hands on his chest, a gentle but firm reminder of the intimacy you shared.

You leaned over, your lips brushing the top of his head in a tender, possessive gesture. The contact was light but symbolic, marking him as yours in a way that was intimate and personal. Your voice, teasing yet laced with dominance, broke the silence, rippling through the air with a warmth that contrasted the cool, scholarly atmosphere of the room.

"Look at you... so studious..."

The words were playful but carried with them an undercurrent of pride and affection. Aemond's reaction was immediate; he straightened slightly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, an indication of the pleasure your presence and recognition brought him. His hand reached up to cover yours, pressing it against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch.

His voice, when he spoke, was content, deeply resonant with the layers of emotion your proximity evoked. "For the realm, my love, and for us. Knowledge is as much a weapon as a sword in the right hands." His words acknowledged the dual purpose of his studies, for the kingdom he might one day rule and the life he built with you.

Turning his chair slightly, he looked up at you, his lilac eye shining with a light that was reserved just for these moments, away from the eyes of the court. "But even the most devoted scholar needs a distraction... especially one as delightful as you." His finger traced a line up your arm, a tender gesture that spoke volumes of his deep affection and need for you.

The dynamic between you, the shift from your dominant tease to his studious demeanor, played out like a well-rehearsed dance, each knowing their role perfectly, each finding joy and strength in the balance you maintained.

Your teasing smile widened as you watched the reaction dance across Aemond's features, the edge of vulnerability and anticipation that only you could draw out with your command. The power of your gentle, dominant voice, coupled with the intimate familiarity of your actions, was an intoxicating blend that effortlessly recalibrated the atmosphere in the room.

"Keep reading..." you whispered, the directive clear, carrying an implicit challenge that stirred him deeper. It was a game of control, beautifully executed, where your dominance seamlessly intertwined with his submission, each act designed to heighten and play upon the layers of your unique bond.

With one hand, you delicately unbuttoned the top of his shirt, slipping inside to trace the lines of his chest. Your fingers danced lightly over his skin, exploring the familiar terrain with a touch that was both loving and calculated to elicit a specific response. The intimacy of the contact sent a shiver through him, a testament to the potency of your touch.

Meanwhile, your other hand ventured lower, deftly freeing his member from the confines of his clothing. The air of the room, previously filled with the musty scent of old books and ink, now pulsed with the more primal scent of arousal. Your fingers encircled him gently at first, then with firmer intent, beginning a slow, deliberate stroke that contrasted sharply with the scholarly stillness around you.

Aemond’s breath hitched, his eyes flickering under the strain of concentrating on the text before him. The dual sensations of your hands—one teasing his chest and the other coaxing his arousal—created a delicious tension within him. His grip on the scroll tightened slightly, a silent testament to the effort it took to obey your command to keep reading.

His voice, when he spoke, was strained but laced with a dark amusement at the game you played so skillfully. "Is this my reward for diligence, or a test of my focus, my queen?" he asked, the words a husky murmur that vibrated with the underlying thrill of your shared interplay.

"Why not both, pretty boy?" Your reply, playful yet laced with command, echoed in the quiet of the room, each word accentuating the dual nature of your actions—a reward mingled with a challenge. Your touch grew more intent, your hand moving rhythmically over his now slick member, enhancing each stroke with the natural lubrication of his arousal. The firm grip and calculated motions stirred him further into the depths of submission.

At the same time, your other hand kept caressing his chest, fingers finding a nipple and squeezing gently, adding layers of sensation that mingled pain with pleasure—a tactile whisper that contrasted sharply with the more overt stimulation elsewhere. Each squeeze was a punctuation, a reminder of your control and his surrender.

Leaning closer, your lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck, the kiss soft but possessing an underlying promise of more. The subtle intrusion of your teeth, nipping delicately at his flesh, drew a suppressed groan from him, a sound he struggled to contain beneath the guise of studious focus.

"Keep reading, sweetie," you whispered directly into his ear, your voice a soft command wrapped in velvet dominance. The words, tender yet unyielding, were a tether, holding him to the task even as your actions sought to pull him away into sensuous abandon.

Aemond's eyes fluttered, his focus visibly wavering as he attempted to process the text before him. Each word seemed to swim, blurring under the dual assault of pleasure and mild pain. His responses became more pronounced, a soft stutter or twitch here and there, signs of his unraveling under your expert touch.

His submission was beautiful, a delicate balance of maintaining his role even as he succumbed to the sensations you so skillfully provoked. His voice, when he next spoke, carried a tremor, a delightful indication of his internal struggle. "I—I am trying, my queen," he managed, the words tinged with a desperation that was both adorable and deeply satisfying.

This dance of dominance and submission, enacted within the quiet sanctum of Aemond’s study, was a testament to the profound connection and trust between you, a dialogue of desire spoken in touches and whispers, each moment building upon the last to create a tapestry of shared intimacy and power.

The playful torment you wrought upon Aemond—this blend of intellectual challenge and sensual overload—was exquisitely torturous. As your tongue trailed a slow, deliberate path along his neck, followed by a teasing nip that sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through him, his body tensed under the dual assault of sensation and the relentless pace of your hand.

You stroked him faster, the slick glide of your fingers coaxing him ever closer to the edge of release, yet you demanded his attention remain on the scholarly task at hand. Your voice, a sultry murmur beside his ear, was both a caress and a command, "Mhm~ What does that line there say about Aegon the Conqueror? Tell me, my sweet..."

The juxtaposition of his historical studies and the physical ecstasy you elicited was a wicked game, one that frayed the edges of his concentration. Aemond's eye darted towards the book, his gaze attempting to focus on the words that now danced mockingly before him. His voice, a breathy mixture of arousal and frustration, struggled for coherence. "It—it says that Aegon... he unified the kingdoms... through—ah, through power and—"

His words faltered, drowned out by the rising tide of pleasure that threatened to wash away all semblance of scholarly thought. The intensity of your touch, the sensual provocations you delivered, left little room for anything but the raw, primal need to give in to the sensations overwhelming him.

As you savored the intoxicating blend of his desperation and arousal, your kisses trailed along his neck, each a branding of possession and comfort. Your hand movements intensified, a relentless rhythm designed to push him beyond the brink of his restraint. He was beautifully unraveled, thoroughly under your control, and completely at the mercy of your touch.

Into the curve of his ear, your voice, soft yet laced with undeniable authority, coaxed him further towards release. "Such a good boy~ Do you want to cum?" The words, tender yet commanding, were all it took to breach the last of his defenses.

Aemond's response was a choked moan, his body tensing as he teetered on the edge of surrender. "Yes, please, my queen... I need to..." His plea was fervent, a raw admission of his need, underscored by the overwhelming desire to obey and relinquish all control to you.

Your grip tightened slightly, your pace quickening in answer to his desperate plea, guiding him lovingly yet firmly toward climax. It was a powerful affirmation of the trust and dynamic you shared, the unspoken promise that you would always provide what he needed most.

With the full weight of your command behind it, you quickened your strokes to a feverish pace, each movement precise and calculated to bring him to the pinnacle of pleasure. "Cum," you whispered, the word not just a permission but an order, delivered with a dominating tenderness that left no room for hesitation.

Aemond’s breath caught in his throat, a strangled sound of both desperation and relief. His body reacted instinctively to your command, muscle tension coiling tighter, his entire being focused on the brink of release. The intensity of your touch, the commanding sultry tone of your voice, and the overwhelming need to obey pushed him over the edge.

The climax, when it came, was shattering. Aemond cried out, his voice breaking with the raw intensity of his release. His body shuddered under your hands, waves of pleasure rolling through him in powerful surges as he gave himself over to the sensations you had drawn out of him.

As he trembled, you slowed your touches, gently easing him through the aftershocks of his profound release. Your presence, both commanding and nurturing, enveloped him, a reminder of the safety and care interwoven with the strict control you exerted. In this moment, Aemond was utterly yours, bound by the deep, undeniable connection you shared, underscored by the trust and surrender that defined your relationship.

As Aemond's breathing gradually steadied, you pulled him close into a tender embrace, giving him the comfort and security he needed after the intensity of his release. You guided his head to rest against your chest, allowing him the intimate solace of burying his face in the softness of your breasts. The warmth of your body enveloped him, a soothing balm to the raw vulnerability he had just experienced.

Gently, you kissed the top of his head, a gesture filled with affection and care. Each touch reinforced the safety and love that surrounded him when he was with you. In this quiet, protected space, free from the demands of his title and the expectations of the court, Aemond could simply be himself—loved and cherished.

"I love you so much, my darling," you whispered, your voice a soft melody that floated in the air around him. The simple, heartfelt declaration was more than just words; it was a reaffirmation of the deep, enduring bond you shared. It was your way of showing him that no matter how fierce the battles he faced outside these walls, within them, he was always your beloved, your pretty boy, deserving of all the love and care you could give.

Feeling the resonance of your words, Aemond sighed contentedly, the tension further melting away under your ministrations. His arms wrapped around you, holding on to you as if you were his anchor in a tumultuous sea. In this embrace, encircled by your strength and tenderness, Aemond found a profound sense of peace and belonging, his heart secure in the knowledge that he was truly loved.

[ripplestitchskein]

What really made this episode shine was how much care the team showed to Blitz and each other in their unique ways. Moxxie complained to everyone else about the business’s financial doom but he didn’t approach Blitz with it, he tried to figure it out himself. He wasn’t just concerned about IMP though but everyone’s financial future. Loona has been pulling all nighters and burning owls but we don’t see her say a word to Blitz about it. She steps up for Millie and takes care of Moxxie proving she does pay attention to him and his needs. And Millie obviously goes without saying.

It also really played Blitz’s opposing conflict well. He is someone who craves love and fears loss but this episode spent a long time showing not only the areas where the loss was not necessarily his fault, like Cash being the force between him and Fizz after then fire, but also that he recognizes where it was because he pushed them away, where he behaved badly but also where they hurt him and that he acknowledges and recognizes that hurt rather than brushing it off.

I honestly did not expect the acknowledgement of his treatment of M&M, not so blatant and definitive anyway. It was played for laughs at first in this show but this episode did a great job working what could be a running cartoon gag in any other animated show into an actual symptom of his broader intimacy issues and bad coping mechanisms.

It was just such a rare and emotional episode without sacrificing any of the genre antics and working it into a unique adventure that played really well to the overall story focus of Millie and Blitz’s relationship.

Just really well done all around.

[simplygojo]

I Like Your Tie...

A/n: OMG ONE OF MY FAVS REQUESTED! I loved this request; thats why it took SO LONG I’m sorry my friend I hope you enjoyyyy!! <3 I needed another Nanami request so bad so you did me a favour with this one, LOLLL.

Request: “Your last Toji fic got me frothing like a rabid dog. Lol. in all ways it was very uniquely him indeed ! The same for Gojo and Witch!Reader. Could I shy request a fic with the song 'Talk' by Hozier paired up with Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader ? Something sensual steamy but ever so romantic for the blonde? I can practically see him saying or thinking such lyric quotes as "I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we'd do... So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you. Imagine being loved by me". May she's a fellow Special Grade sorcerer, and their friendship keeps building up, but neither wants to cross the line ? So they dance around it, until something happens ? Idk. >\\\\\\\\\\\\\\< I'll leave it to your artistic hands and imagination what to do with this? If you feel inspired to. In any case, please delete if this seems rubbish. Anyway, thank you for your stories ! Thank you so much. ♡” - @erebus-et-eigengrau (lurvv uu)

My requests are always open :)

Pairing: Kento Nanami x f/reader

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: 18+ Content, SMUT!, intercourse, light choking, control kink(ish), pet name

The late-night quiet of Jujutsu High was comforting in a way—no students rushing through the halls, no teachers around to monitor. You had been grateful for the peace, retreating to your room after a long day.

But as you reached your door, you stopped in your tracks.

There he was. Nanami Kento stood in front of your door, leaning casually against the wall. 

—

You and Nanami had been friends for what felt like a lifetime, though it all began back in high school. Back then, you had a bit of a crush on him—not that you’d ever admit it. He wasn’t the type to flirt or give much attention to relationships, but there was something about him that always caught your eye. 

You had your moments, too—shared laughter, and private conversations late into the night, when the walls between friends almost seemed to blur. 

But Nanami never made a move, and neither did you. You knew how seriously he took his role as a sorcerer, and you didn’t want to complicate your friendship with feelings that you weren’t sure were mutual.

As you both graduated and eventually became high-level sorcerers, those moments of potential intimacy became even more distant. You grew into your own roles, taking on increasingly dangerous missions and fighting curses that most could barely comprehend. Nanami was often assigned to the same missions as you, his calm, steady presence a source of reassurance when things got chaotic.

There were times when his professionalism would slip, just for a moment. A fleeting look, a brush of his fingers against yours, his voice dropping an octave when he spoke your name. You always wondered if he felt it too—that same tension you tried so hard to ignore. But you never dared to ask, afraid of what it might mean if the answer was yes.

And now, standing in front of him in the quiet after everything that had just happened, you realized just how deeply those old feelings still ran.

There were times, though, when your old crush resurfaced. 

Sometimes, it was the way he’d look at you across the battlefield, silently checking to see if you were okay, his eyes filled with a concern that was more than just professional. Other times, it was the rare, gentle touch when he’d help you after a fight—his hand brushing your arm or waist as he steadied you after a particularly tough encounter.

But you always pushed those feelings down, refusing to acknowledge them for the sake of professionalism. 

The sorcery world didn’t leave much room for distractions, and you knew that Nanami was as dedicated as ever. He was the picture of control, never letting emotions dictate his actions, always focused on the mission at hand. You convinced yourself that whatever crush you had on him was just remnants of your high school days, a fleeting fantasy that had no place in your current life.

—

His arms were crossed, his tie long loosened, and the top buttons of his shirt undone. The dim lighting of the hallway cast a shadow over his sharp features, making the intensity in his eyes even more pronounced. He looked every bit the composed man he always was, but something about the way his gaze followed your every movement made your heart stutter.

“Nanami…” His name left your lips in a quiet murmur, not expecting to see him there, not like this.

“You’re out late,” he observed, his voice steady but lower than usual, as if the stillness of the night demanded it.

You nodded, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. “Well, one of the first-years wanted some late-night training…What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer right away, eyes flicking down to your lips before settling back on yours. 

You could feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable, making it hard to think clearly. His usual restraint seemed to falter, just slightly, but enough to make your pulse race.

“I was waiting for you.” His voice was steady, but the words made your breath hitch.

Your heart pounded in your chest. 

“Waiting for me?” You said quietly, a heat beginning to pool between your thighs.

Nanami pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer to you, his movements deliberate. The space between you closed as his tall figure made its way toward you—the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks finally came to a boil. 

“Why were you waiting for me..?” You questioned, “I need to talk,” He responded, his voice barely above a whisper.

He was close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, the faint scent of his cologne filling your senses.

“I used to try to talk so refined, in fear of you finding out…” He admitted, his voice lower now, almost rough around the edges. His eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. 

“Finding out what, Nanami.” You breathed, watching how his lips parted just slightly while he paused. “How I’ve been imagining you." 

The air between you was thick with tension, so heavy you could almost taste it. Nanami stood inches away, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. His normally professional demeanour had cracked, revealing something raw, something primal. The careful distance you both had maintained was no longer there.

"Imagining me…?" You repeated, your voice barely more than a whisper. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you were certain he could hear it.

Nanami’s eyes darkened, and his gaze roamed over you in a way that left your body practically squirming under his scrutiny. His jaw clenched for a moment as though fighting some internal battle, but when he spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, filled with a desire he was no longer trying to hide.

“Every time I look at you,” he confessed, his hands flexing at his sides, like he was resisting the urge to touch you, “I think about how you’d feel under my touch… under me.”

Your breath caught, your throat suddenly dry as his words sank in. The image of his hands on your skin, the weight of him pressing against you, the feeling of him between your legs—it sent a wave of heat through your body, leaving you borderline trembling with anticipation.

“Nanami…” you whispered his name, your voice trembling with the same desire that was now coursing through you. The distance between you felt unbearable.

The professionalism you both held onto so tightly was crumbling, and the temptation to give in was overwhelming.

The hallway was too quiet, too intimate, and it felt like the rest of the world had fallen away. It was just the two of you, standing there on the precipice of something dangerous and irresistible.

“I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind now all the things we’d do,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper as his thumb traced your jawline, gently tilting your head with two fingers. His eyes darkened with want, and the weight of his words hung heavily in the air.

That was all it took. The pull between you snapped, and before you could think, your hands were fisting in his dark blue shirt, pulling him down to meet your lips in a kiss that was heated, desperate—inevitable.

His hand swiftly opened your door before pushing you into it, causing both of you to stumble into the dimly lit room. With a loud thud, Nanami kicked the door shut before pushing you back up against your entryway wall.

Nanami groaned softly into your mouth—your pussy practically throbbing at the sound—and his hands immediately wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer as if he couldn’t stand the idea of any space between you. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that you hadn’t expected, and it left you breathless.

You gasped when his hands gripped your hips firmly, pushing more firmly against the wall. The cool surface against your back was a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from him as he pressed himself closer, his lips never leaving yours.

His kisses were deliberate, slow—but rough—as if he wanted to savour every moment of this. 

"Mmf…Nanami," you breathed, pulling back just enough to look at him, your lips swollen from the kiss, breathless. "What are we doing?"

His forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged as he looked down at you. There was something raw, unguarded in his expression. “What I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and before you could say anything else, he was kissing you again, deeper this time. “Now be a good girl for me, y/n.” He practically purred against your lips, as he lifed you so your legs wrapped around his waist. 

His hands moved with more confidence now, sliding up your sides while you were pinned against the wall, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You tugged at his hair, your fingers desperate to feel more of him.

His hands, rough from battle and years of work, were surprisingly gentle as they slid beneath your shirt, fingers brushing over your painfully hard nipples, teasing you. You arched into him, your body responding to every touch.

He made quick work of your jacket—and that tiny tank top you wore underneath it, his hands roughly reaching for every bit of exposed skin.

Nanami growled softly with your legs wrapped around his waist, his lips trailed down the column of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that had you moaning his name.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his breath hot against your neck, but the fire in his eyes told you stopping was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Don’t," you whispered—pleading with him for more, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. "Don’t stop."

Nanami’s eyes darkened further at your words, and a slow, subtle smirk spread across his lips. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. 

His hand moved up to the tie hanging loosely around his neck, fingers working quickly to loosen it even further. Before you could register what he was doing, he slid the tie off entirely, his movements deliberate and slow as he looped the fabric around your neck.

The silk felt cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body. His eyes never left yours as he gently tugged at the tie, pulling you closer, the pressure on your throat light but enough to send a thrill through you that went straight to your now-soaked pussy.

“There,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over the side of your neck as he admired how the tie looked wrapped around you, it falling on your bare chest. In a moment, his lips were back on your skin, trailing lower this time as his free hand continued to explore your body. He kissed a path down to your chest, the tie around your neck tightening just slightly as he pulled you even closer.

He brought you to the couch in your small room with one hand while the other held the back of your head as his tongue explored your mouth.

“You look so beautiful like this, do you know that, y/n? With my tie around your pretty little neck…” He murmured against your skin, his voice laced with raw, unfiltered need. 

Hoisting you up onto the back of the couch, his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your skirt, fingers brushing against the wetness between your thighs, and the contact made you gasp. 

With one swift but gentle movement, Nanami slid your skirt and tights down your legs, and now you sat in front of him—completely vulnerable.

“Nanami—” Your words were cut off by a moan as his fingers returned, pressing more firmly, the slow, torturous circles he drew making your entire body tremble. The tie tightened just a fraction more as he leaned back to look at you, his thumb brushing against your clit in a way that had your heart racing even faster.

“You’re so responsive for me,” he growled softly, his fingers entering your dripping cunt slowly, making sure to feel every inch of your interior. “It’s driving me insane.”

You could barely breathe, the combination of his fingers between your legs and the light pressure of the tie around your neck leaving you a trembling mess in his arms. You clung to him, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as you fought to hold on, your body betraying you with every ragged breath and every desperate moan.

"Nanami, please..." You barely recognized your own voice, hoarse and breathless as you begged for him.

He smirked against your skin, clearly pleased by your reaction. “You want more, don’t you?” He asked, his voice thick with amusement, but the tension in his body told you he was just as desperate as you were.

You nodded, your head falling back as your body arched into his touch. “Please…”

The sound of your begging seemed to snap something in him. With one swift motion, he lifted you up with one arm and spun you around before setting you on your feet in front of him, your ass pressing up against his bulge as the cool leather from the couch pressed against your lower abdomen. 

He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers slipped inside you again, making you gasp loudly at the sudden (welcomed) intrusion. 

“I want to hear you beg for me again,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin as his fingers moved with agonizing slowness, teasing you, driving you to the brink of insanity. His other hand subtly undid his belt, lowering his pants just enough to expose his desperate cock.

You moaned, arching into his hand, your body betraying you as it responded to every touch, every whisper of his breath on your skin. “Nanami...hmmf…please...I-I need you in me.” You managed to get out between moans.

“That’s it,” he growled, his fingers exiting you, but they were quickly replaced by his dick as he inserted himself into you—feeling you stretch around him caused him to throw his head back in pleasure, and he gave a little yank on the tie, your head jerking backwards as your stomach pressed harder into the couch, provoking a pornographic moan to exit your lips.

“Fuck,” he growled, his breath hot against your skin as he buried himself inside you, again and again, each stroke thrusting deeper into your gummy walls, sending waves of pleasure through your body. “You feel so good.”

His pace quickened, and the slow, deliberate rhythm gave way to something more primal and desperate. His control was slipping, and you could feel it in every rough thrust, every growl that rumbled from his chest as he claimed you completely.

The tie tightened again, the silk digging into your skin just enough to heighten the pleasure, and the sensation sent you spiralling toward the edge. Your body trembled beneath him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you gasped for breath, the intensity of it all overwhelming.

He leaned forward, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper into you. He gently moved your hair off of your shoulder as his delicate fingers traced the border of his tie and your skin. “You really are such a good girl.”

His thumb pushed into clit as he thrusted into you at a dominating pace—the sensation was nearly enough to push you over the edge—but you held on a little longer. You cried out his name, your entire body shaking as his pace quickened, he tightened the feeling around your throat with the tie around your neck pulling you closer to him.

Nanami’s body moved behind you, the warmth of him pressing against your back as his hands gripped your hips. Bent over the back of your couch, with the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your flushed skin. “Mmhf–Nanami…Oh please.” You moaned out, practically begging him for more as he fucked you with a controlling pace

His breath was heavy, ragged, as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, making you feel the sheer size and strength of him as he dominated you completely.

Nanami’s fingers wrapped around his tie nicely wrapped around your neck, pulling it taut. The sensation made you gasp, your head tilting back slightly as the silk tightened around your throat just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through your already overstimulated body. Suddenly he took his soaked dick out of you letting it land on your ass, rubbing his hand over the smooth skin.

“You look just perfect like this,” he growled low in your ear, his voice thick with lust as he tugged the tie just a bit tighter, your chin tilting up as he whispered in your ear. “Bent over—begging for me.”

Your legs trembled beneath you, your body quivering with anticipation, but before you could respond, he was inside you again. 

The stretch was immediate, deep, and overwhelming as he thrust into you from behind, filling you completely with a single stroke. You cried out, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he pulled you back against him, the tie keeping you tethered, under his controlled.

“Nanami…” You moaned his name, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper as he began to move, his hips snapping against you in a relentless rhythm. Every thrust was harder than the last, his grip on the tie tightening with every movement, pulling you back into him, forcing you to feel every inch of him.

His pace was brutal, his control slipping entirely as he watched the way your body reacted to him, the way you moaned his name with every stroke. His free hand found your hip, gripping you so tightly that you were sure there’d be marks tomorrow, but the thought only sent another wave of arousal through you.

“You feel so good, y/n,” he growled, his voice rough as he leaned over you, his lips brushing against the back of your neck. “My good girl...”

His words are what sent you over the edge, the stimulation of your orgasm turning your vision white. 

Your body was on fire, every nerve alive with pleasure as he drove into you again and again. The tie around your neck tightened even more, the pressure just enough to leave you lightheaded, completely at his mercy. You felt every inch of him inside you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, along with your breathless moans as pleasure washed over you.

Nanami's body pressed closer as you shuddered beneath him, the waves of your orgasm still coursing through you. 

But he didn’t stop. 

Even as your body trembled, oversensitive and breathless, he kept thrusting into you with the same relentless intensity. His pace didn’t falter, and each stroke seemed deeper, more demanding, as if he couldn't get enough of the way you clenched around him.

Your moans turned to gasps as pleasure mixed with the overwhelming sensation of him continuing to push you past your limit. Your fingers clutched at his back, nails digging into his skin with a painful force, but he didn't slow down. He leaned over you, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“Look at you, taking it so well," he groaned, his voice dark and full of praise. "You feel so good, I don’t want to stop.”

Your legs shook around him, your body still pulsating from your release, and the overstimulation had you crying out, your nails leaving marks along his back. 

"Nanami... please..." you gasped, unsure if you were begging him to stop or to keep going. You felt like you were being consumed, every nerve on fire, and yet your body responded to his touch, desperate for more.

He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, his hand still pressed firmly against your clit drawing rough circles. The tie around your neck tightened just a bit more, enough to remind you of the control he had, the control you were willingly giving him.

“I’m not done with you yet," he growled, his thrusts growing rougher, faster, his body taking full control over yours. "You can come again for me, can’t you?"

You didn’t know how it was possible, but the overwhelming pleasure began to build again inside you. His touch on your clit was insistent, his hips snapping against yours in a rhythm that left you breathless, teetering on the edge of something even more intense than before.

Your body trembled beneath him, the overstimulation and pleasure merging into something maddening. Every nerve was alight, your body responding to him in ways you couldn’t control. You were already too sensitive, your mind spinning as he pushed you closer and closer to the brink once again.

Nanami could feel it—he knew exactly how close you were, how your body tensed around him. His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “Come for me again, y/n. I want to feel you fall apart around me baby.”

With that, his fingers pressed harder against your clit, and his hips slammed into you at a brutal pace, each thrust sending you spiraling further out of control. The pressure inside you coiled impossibly tight, and with a cry of his name, you shattered once more, the intensity of your second orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Your body shook uncontrollably, your moans turning to sobs of pleasure as you convulsed around him. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming, and yet you never wanted it to end. Nanami’s name fell from your lips like a prayer as he continued thrusting into you, his own breathing growing more ragged, more desperate.

"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with pleasure as he watched you unravel beneath him, his pace rapidly increasing. "So fucking beautiful."

He wasn’t far behind. The way your walls clenched around him, the way you shook with each thrust, sent him over the edge. 

His pace grew erratic, his grip on your waist tightening as he buried himself deep inside you one last time, groaning your name as he came. He tugged at the tie harshly, yanking you up form your bent over position so yoru back was against his sweaty chest, his hand gently holding your chin up. 

“You were so good for me,” he breathed, his voice hoarse, igniting a spark in you again. You remained silent for a few moments, breath staggered as you tried to catch it, still shaking with pleasure as he held you upright in front of him. 

Finally, you opened your mouth to speak, a cheeky smile playing on your lips, “I like your tie…”

[tomwambsgans]

tom & greg + fixation on, and fear of, sexual assault

of all the characters involved in a plot centered around a sexual exploitation scandal, it's ironically not any women but tom and greg - the very characters through whom we're introduced to the exploitation - who show repeated concern for their own bodily autonomy, particularly on a sexual vein. that particular point of irony serves to exemplify their outsider statuses that remain in spite of promotions, marriages, etc, but also, these aspects of their characters being so consistent tells us a lot about their relationship to the entire culture of masculinity, not just waystar.

greg in particular is practically introduced with a fixation on sexual assault. his character in general is a notably un-sexual being up until the end of season 3, with the only allusions he makes to sex until then being a matter of himself as a victim. that fixation/fear becomes most apparent when the notion of prison comes up - and it is clearly the chief worry driving that fear for greg. in contrast, tom does have other repeatedly expressed worries about prison: non-sexual autonomy lost, a lack of comfort, a lack of Finer Things, particularly food and wine... but (implicitly non-consensual) sex makes the list and is also brought up multiple times, interestingly with less apparent fear than greg's. this may be due to tom already having a pragmatic relationship with (heterosexual) sex that allows him to plow through a series of sexual encounters that are tainted with elements of Wrongness - the idea here being that a fear of sex is just kind of normal for tom, so he's used to it. he has a very high tolerance for pain and physical discomfort. it's less losing autonomy and more acknowledging he barely has any to begin with. he's less panicked, more resigned. perhaps even less of a victim and more of a... coerced participant, because to even conceptualize himself as a victim would be too vulnerable. one more character does allude to being victimized by sexual assault, meanwhile - roman. where he contrasts with both tom and greg, though, is that rather than fearing it happening in the future, there's instead the idea of it having happened in the past. there may or may not have been any actual event or even a theme of sexual abuse in roman's childhood, but we get multiple notions: roman jokingly threatening to accuse connor of "diddling" him, the vibes that float around the dog pound story and how he "went weird," "yeah they raped me a little," his inability to pee around other men and the implication he's seen a therapist for it... and of course, this:

which is where roman's relationship with all of this contrasts the most starkly with tom and greg's: whether he's truly a victim or not (and if he wasn't, he clearly does at least cling to the notion as a potentially easy explanation for all that's wrong with him), he turns around and starts weilding the idea himself. furthermore he communicates, in that particular deleted scene, his knowingness of something between tom and greg. and he reinforces the idea that there's something wrong with it. the scenario he evokes, where greg is a Victim and tom is a Perpetrator, isn't accurate whatsoever, but it sends a message, implants an idea, sets the tone, etc - sex between men will always include those two characters. this is, undeniably, the precise reason for both tom and greg's fixations on being a sexual victim of other men. the canonical fixation in and of itself, and its uniqueness to the two of them, may as well establish this - in the gender theory of the show (and also real life), tom and greg are of a different gender class than Real Man. they are adjacent to women. to be frank with you, they are faggots. both know on some level that intimacy with men is what they want, and therefore, however consciously, have that sense of their role in the world being a vulnerable one. there are elements of both fear and fantasy, building off of each other: "this is inevitable because of what i am" and "what if i enjoy it, what does that say about who i am?" and "if i have no choice in the matter, then maybe i'm free to enjoy it." there's a loop of freedom from contending with one's own desires -> a hyperawareness of them. now, roman may join tom and greg in being Categorically Less Of A Man, but he still sits above them on the axis of class and therefore doesn't feel the same ramifications. tom and greg are not only gay but live far more directly in the Real World, with origins in the present and physical homophobia of the middle and lower classes. tom also knows the corporate homophobia from climbing his way up and gives greg the crash course. tom and greg's differences wrt their fears of SA lie in self-awareness, self-hatred, and how successfully each of them have already carved out a space for themselves in the sexual hierarchy. but ultimately what they have in common is the most significant: their inability to fit authentically into the world of the roys. their shared uniqueness, amongst the elite, in having a body - one that can and often does experience pleasure and pain. in having real desires and therefore being vulnerable. in being gay little nudie turtles underneath.

[rootedinrevisions]

One of Them Girls: Part 8

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5 I PART 6 I

PART 7

You stood by the window, glancing outside every few minutes, your nerves tingling with anticipation. Tyler had invited you to a get-together with his crew and some of his friends–a bonfire out by the lake. It was a casual invitation, but you couldn't shake the feeling that it meant something more. It was one thing to spend alone time with Tyler, but this was different. It felt like he was bringing you into his world, introducing you to the people who mattered to him.

A knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts. You took a deep breath before heading to answer it. Tyler stood on the other side, leaning casually against the doorframe with that easy grin of his that always managed to make your heart skip a beat.

"Hey," he greeted, his eyes lighting up as they took in the sight of you. "Ready to go?"

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his presence. "Yeah, I'm ready. Just need to grab something."

He stepped inside the house as you went to pick up the sweatshirt draped over the back of the chair–Tyler's sweatshirt. It was the one he'd given you the first time you hung out. The fabric was soft and worn, and it still smelled faintly like him, a comforting mix of his cologne and something uniquely Tyler.

As you slipped it on, you noticed Tyler's gaze lingering on the sweatshirt, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You kept that?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You felt a blush creep up your neck as you nodded. "Yeah, of course I did. It's warm, and besides...it's yours."

Tyler's smile softened, a look of genuine affection in his eyes. He took a step closer to you, his fingers gently tugging at the hem of the sweatshirt. "It looks good on you," he said, his voice gentle. "Better than it ever did on me."

You couldn't help but smile back, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest. "Thanks, Tyler."

Once you were ready, Tyler led you outside to his truck. The evening air was cool, with a gentle breeze that hinted at the coming night. Tyler opened the passenger door for you, helping you inside before jogging around to the driver's side.

As he started the engine and pulled away from your house, a comfortable silence settled between you. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the landscape.

After a few minutes, Tyler broke the silence. "So, Boone has been bugging me non-stop about when he can finally meet my girlfriend."

You felt your heart skip a beat at the casual way he dropped the word 'girlfriend'. Turning to look at him, you found his eyes fixed on the road, but there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips like he was waiting for your reaction.

"Your girlfriend, huh?" you echoed, your voice teasing but with a nervous edge.

Tyler glanced at you briefly, his smile growing more pronounced. "Well, yeah. I thought that's what you were. Unless you have any objections."

You bit your lower lip, trying to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face. "No objections here."

He chuckled, reaching over to entwine his fingers with yours. The warmth of his hand was comforting, and the simple gesture made your stomach flutter.

The truck continued down the winding road, the scenery passing by as a pleasant blur. The simple acknowledgment of your relationship status added a new layer of warmth and intimacy between you.

After a moment, you glanced back up at him, mischief twinkling in your eyes. "So, what exactly has Boone been saying about me?"

Tyler laughed, the sound rich and genuine. "Oh, you know. He's been giving me a hard time ever since he found out I was seeing someone. Keeps asking when he's gonna meet the girl who's got me all distracted."

"All distracted, huh?" you teased, arching an eyebrow. "Didn't realize I was such a distraction."

He shot you a playful look. "Trust me, the best kind. Makes those long hours chasing storm a little more bearable knowing I get to come back to see you when we're done."

A warmth spread through your chest at his words, and you couldn't help but feel touched by his sincerity. "Careful, Tyler. You're gonna make me blush."

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "Good. I like seeing you blush."

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face betrayed your amusement. The rest of the drive was filled with lighthearted banter and shared laughter, the earlier nerves you felt slowly melting away.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Tyler turned onto a dirt road leading toward the lake. You could see the flickering glow of the bonfire in the distance, shadows of people moving around it as music and laughter filled the air.

Tyler parked the truck and turned off the engine, turning to you once more before getting out. "Ready to meet the crew?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside you. But with Tyler's hand still holding yours and the reassuring smile on his face, you felt more than ready.

"Let's do this," you replied confidently.

He leaned over, pressing a quick, tender kiss to your forehead before stepping out of the truck and coming around to your side to help you down. Together, you walked toward the bonfire, hand in hand, ready to embrace this new step in your relationship.

As you and Tyler walk hand in hand toward the bonfire, you can see the glow of the fire illuminating the faces of his crew and friends gathered around. Laughter and the crackle of the flames filled the air, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Boone was the first to notice the two of you approaching, and his eyes immediately lit up with mischief. "Well, well, well," Boone called out loudly, causing everyone to turn and look. "Look who finally decided to show up–and he didn't come alone!"

Tyler squeezed your hand gently as you approached the group, his usual confidence shining through, but you could feel the slight tension in his grip.

Boone, never one to miss an opportunity, took a few exaggerated steps forward, his grin widening as he looked between you and Tyler. "T, are you blushing?"

A round of chuckles echoed around the bonfire, and you noticed a faint pink tint creeping up Tyler's neck and into his cheeks. The sight made you smile, knowing that his usually composed demeanor had cracked just a bit.

"Come on, Boone," Tyler said, attempting to sound nonchalant, though the blush betrayed him. "Cut it out."

But Boone wasn't letting up. "Nah, man, this is too good! Never thought I'd see the day you'd bring someone to one of our shindigs. It's about time."

Dani, who was lounging in a nearby chair, joined in with a playful smirk. "Yeah, Ty, we've been wondering when we'd finally get to meet the girl who's been keeping you so distracted."

Dexter, who was sitting next to Dani, looked up with a grin. "Guess we should've seen this coming when he started humming to himself."

Lily, the youngest of the group with an infectious energy, jumped up from her spot by the fire and jogged over to you. "It's nice to finally meet you! Tyler talks about you all the time!"

The blush on Tyler's face deepened, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Alright, alright, that's enough," he muttered, though there was no mistaking the smile on his face.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him–this usually self-assured man you normally saw was now looking a bit flustered under the teasing of his friends. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and you found it endearing.

Tyler shook his head, though his smile remained firmly in place. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer as if to shield you from the friendly jabs.

"Alright, Boone," Tyler said, his voice filled with amusement. "You've had your fun. Now, how about you let us sit down and enjoy the fire?"

Boone clapped Tyler on the back, still chuckling. "Sure, T. But I'm not done yet. We've got plenty more to talk about."

Dani patted an empty chair next to her. "Come on, sit with us. We've got drinks, s'mores, and plenty of embarrassing stories about Tyler."

Tyler groaned playfully but you could see the affection in his eyes as he led you over to join the group. "Great. Just what I wanted–storytime."

You settled down in the chair, Tyler taking the seat next to you. The warmth of the fire and the camaraderie of the group make you feel instantly at ease. Tyler's friends were funny but clearly cared about him a lot. Their teasing, though relentless, was full of affection and acceptance, and it only made you like them more.

As the night went on, you found yourself getting more comfortable with Tyler's crew. The teasing continued, but it was all in good fun, and you could see how much they cared about Tyler. Boone had taken up the role of the unofficial storyteller, regaling you with tales of their wildest chases, while Dani, Dexter, and Lily chimed in with their own anecdotes.

At one point, Boone leaned back in his seat, a thoughtful look on his face as he stared into the fire. "You know, I remember when Ty was so wrapped up in the chase that nothing else mattered. We used to joke that the only thing that could pull him away from a storm chase was a direct hit."

You chuckled along with the others, but Boone's next words sent a slight chill down your spine. "I mean, we all knew that if he ever settled down, it'd have to be with someone who could handle the chase life, you know? Someone who's as crazy about storms as he is."

The comment was innocent enough, but it made you pause. You weren't a storm chaser, and while you admired Tyler's passion and courage, you couldn't see yourself diving headfirst into that world. You shifted slightly in your seat, the warmth of the fire slightly less comforting than it had been before.

Tyler, who had been laughing along with the others, caught the subtle change in your demeanor. His smile faded slightly, concern flickering in his eyes as he turned to look at you. He didn't say anything immediately, but you could tell he was paying attention, sensing the unease that had crept in.

After a few more minutes of conversation, Tyler leaned over, his voice low and gentle. "Hey, you wanna take a little walk? It's getting a bit loud over here."

You nodded, grateful for the excuse to step away. He stood up and took your hand, leading you away from the bonfire and the group's chatter. You walked in silence for a few moments, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the fire. Tyler guided you to a quiet spot just beyond the light of the flames, where the sounds of the night enveloped you.

He turned to face you, his hand still holding yours. "What's on your mind?"

You hesitated, not wanting to make a big deal out of something that was probably just a passing comment. But the concern in his eyes urged you to speak. "It's nothing, really," you began, your voice soft.

Tyler's eyebrows furrowed as he gently squeezed your hand. "(Your Name), talk to me."

"It's just..." you began, your voice soft. "Boone's comment about you needing someone who's as into storm chasing as you are. I don't know, it just made me wonder if I really fit into your world. If I'm the kind of person your friends think I should be with."

Tyler's expression softened, and he stepped closer, gently tilting your chin up so you were looking directly into his eyes. "Hey, don't let that get to you. Boone didn't mean anything by it. He's just used to the old me–the guy who was obsessed with storms and didn't think about much else."

You looked down, still feeling a bit uncertain. "But it's true, isn't it? You've been doing this chasing thing for so long, and I'm...I'm just someone who tagged along for the ride. What if I can't keep up?"

Tyler's thumb brushed against your cheek, his touch comforting. "Listen to me," he said firmly but kindly. "You are not just someone who tagged along. You're the person I want to be with."

He paused, letting his words sink in. "I've been in this storm chasing life for a long time, yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm looking for someone who's exactly like me. Do you remember that day we had the picnic in my truck? The talk we had about our pasts? I got good at being committed to the chase after I left Megan. I didn't want to be home. I didn't really have a reason to be home. So I spent all of my time focusing on the chase. I would get the crew on the road as much as possible because I didn't have anything worth coming back to. But now I do. I'm now looking for someone who's exactly like me. I'm looking for someone who gets me, who makes me want to be a better person, and who's there for me when the storm is over. That's you."

Your heart swelled at his words, the insecurity beginning to melt away. Tyler took both of your hands in his. "I don't care if you're not into chasing storms. I just care that you'll be there waiting for me when I come back from one. And I don't want to rush you or pressure you, because I know you've got some stuff you're working through. But I want you to know that I'm serious about us. About you."

You felt a warmth spread through you, dispelling the last of your doubts. "I'm serious about you too, Tyler. I just don't want to hold you back."

Tyler shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're not holding me back. You're pushing me forward."

You nodded, feeling a deep sense of reassurance.

"Come here," he said as he reached out and pulled you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped your arms around him and laid your head on his chest. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The moment hung between you, charged with unspoken promises and a deepening connection. Tyler's hand squeezed yours gently before he spoke again, his voice lightening the mood. "Now, how about we had back before Boone tells too many embarrassing stories?"

You laughed softly, feeling much more at ease. "Sounds like a good plan."

Together, you made your way back to the bonfire, where the warmth of the fire and the friendly banter awaited. You sat down next to Tyler, who handed you a marshmallow on a stick. "You can't have a bonfire without s'mores," he said with a grin.

You smiled back and leaned closer to the fire, casually toasting the marshmallow until it was a golden brown. As you pulled the sticky treat off the stick and sandwiched it between two graham crackers with a piece of chocolate, Tyler watched you with a fond expression.

As you took your first bite of the sweet, sticky mess, Tyler watched you with a smile. "Good?"

You nodded, grinning as you wiped a bit of marshmallow from your lip. "Very good."

Tyler leaned in, brushing his thumb gently over a spot you'd missed, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "You had a little something there," he teased, his voice soft.

You laughed, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Thanks."

As the night wore on, and the fire began to burn lower, a cool breeze picked up. You shivered slightly, pulling Tyler's sweatshirt a little tighter around you. Tyler noticed immediately.

"Cold?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"A little," you admitted, rubbing your hands together to warm them up.

Tyler didn't hesitate. He shifted in his seat and patted his lap. "Come here."

You hesitated for a second but the warmth in his eyes and the inviting smile on his face made you move before you could second-guess yourself. You saw down on his lap, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. The warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart were incredibly comforting.

"This better?" he asked, his breath tickling your ear.

You nodded, feeling completely at ease in his embrace. "Much better," you whispered.

Tyler's hands held you close as you leaned into him, feeling the solid strength of his arms around you. The two of you sat like that for a while, just enjoying the quiet comfort of being together as the fire crackled softly beside you.

As the night wound down and the crew began to pack up, you couldn't help but feel incredibly content. Tyler had made you feel like you belonged, not just with him but with his friends and in this new chapter of your life. It was clear that whatever bumps you encountered, you'd face them together.

Tyler pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his voice a low murmur in your ear. "I'm really glad you came tonight."

You turned your head slightly, your lips brushing against his as you whispered back, "Me too."

As the bonfire wound down and the last of the embers began to fade, Tyler walked you back to his truck, his hand resting gently on the small of your back. The drive back was quiet at first, the warmth and contentment from the evening lingering between you.

The soft hum of the truck's engine filled the space, and you glanced over at Tyler, catching him looking at you with a thoughtful expression.

"What?" you asked, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He shook his head slightly, returning your smile. "Nothing, just...thinking."

"About?"

He hesitated for a moment before glancing at the road ahead. "I was just wondering...I know it's getting late, and I'm more than happy to drive you home, but...my motel is closer. If you'd rather stay there tonight, you're more than welcome."

You blinked, a little surprised by the offer, but Tyler quickly added, "Only if you're comfortable with it. I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. I just thought it might be easier."

His tone was soft, and careful, and you could tell he meant every word. He was giving you the choice, and making it clear that whatever you decided, he was okay with it.

You considered it for a moment, weighing the options. It had been a long day, and the thought of spending more time with Tyler, even just to unwind and talk, was appealing. Plus, the idea of driving all the way back home seemed exhausting.

Finally, you looked at him and nodded. "Yeah...I think I'd like that. Let's go to your motel."

[dreamonseems]

i need you to write something about size kink with erling please!!!!!

Towering

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Both Reader, and Erling being Obsessed with their size difference.

Erling Haaland, the towering figure of a football player, seemingly had an intriguing fascination with the stark contrast in size between himself and his petite girlfriend, who measured at a diminutive 5'2". It was as if he had a particular fondness for their noticeable disparity, relishing in the knowledge that he loomed over her, casting a shadow that brought an unmistakable smile to his face. To him, it was an endearing quality that she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze, reminding him of just how much larger he was in comparison.

Whenever they stood side by side, the difference in stature was impossible to ignore. Haaland's commanding presence, standing tall and robust, dwarfed his girlfriend's delicate frame. Yet, there was something captivating in the way they complemented each other—a living embodiment of the adage that opposites attract. His physical dominance over her appeared to be a source of joy for him, a testament to their unique connection.

Their interactions were peppered with playful banter, teasing comments that emphasized the difference in their heights. Haaland would affectionately call her his "pocket-sized princess," playfully highlighting her petite nature. She, in turn, would jokingly refer to him as her "gentle giant," acknowledging his impressive stature with a touch of endearment.

Erling found immense pleasure in the effortless way he could scoop up his girlfriend whenever he desired. The sheer ease with which he could lift her delicate frame brought him a sense of power and satisfaction. It was as if he held the ability to lift her from any predicament, to reach for things that were beyond her grasp. And she, in turn, reveled in the knowledge that he relished playing the role of her protector, embracing his dominant nature with fervor.

Their dynamic thrived on the stark contrast between their sizes—a juxtaposition that fueled their passion and intimacy. Haaland, towering over his girlfriend, embodied strength and authority, relishing in his role as the dominant force in their relationship. He reveled in the responsibility of being in charge, knowing that she willingly surrendered herself to his guidance.

In her eyes, Y/N saw his dominance as an extension of his love and care for her. Haaland's protective nature resonated deeply with her, providing a sense of security and comfort she had never experienced before. His firm embraces cocooned her in a blanket of safety, making her feel cherished and shielded from the world. She willingly handed over the reins of control, placing her trust entirely in his capable hands.

The trust and vulnerability exchanged between them were the foundation of their connection. Haaland's desire to protect and care for her melded seamlessly with her need to be sheltered and guided. It was a dance of interdependence, where each step taken emphasized their mutual desires and unspoken understanding.

Their connection thrived on trust and vulnerability, forming the very bedrock of their relationship. Erling unwavering desire to protect and care for his partner seamlessly intertwined with her inherent need to be sheltered and guided.

In those intimate moments that existed solely between them, Y/N's mind became consumed by the images of Erling gripping her delicate wrist, his touch both firm and commanding. Her heart raced as she envisioned the forceful motion of him effortlessly pinning her down, unleashing an overwhelming surge of desire within her. The sheer disparity in size between them only intensified her longing, magnifying the ease with which he could bend her to his will. As her body quivered, a profound sense of yearning coursed through her veins.

It was in those instances that boundaries blurred, and a profound connection enveloped them both. Erling presence was overpowering, his strength rendering him capable of fulfilling her every whim and wants. And Y/N, with her own desires laid bare, surrendered herself willingly to his dominance. The electric current that surged between them was one of fervent passion and unrestrained pleasure, leaving them both breathless and sated.

In these private moments, their connection transcended the physical realm. It delved into the depths of their souls. The unspoken agreement between them granted Erling the power to lead and dictate their shared encounters, while Y/N reveled in the ecstasy of surrendering control. It was a dance of trust, where she willingly placed her well-being in his hands, knowing he would guide her with unwavering care.

These moments were their sanctuary, a secret world that belonged solely to them. It was a realm where their dreams intertwined and ignited like a blazing fire, consuming them both in its scorching embrace. Erling and Y/N discovered a profound sense of fulfillment—a primal connection that embraced the raw, unadulterated essence of their love.

[bloomingdayswithyou]

hey!! I loved your obey me fic, could you do the same for simeon solomon barbatos and diavolo?? ik the limit is 3 but still🥺🥺

How would they flirt with MC (pt. 2)

Author’s note: thanks for the request! I will do the 4 of them.

You can check pt. 1 here

1. Simeon:

Simeon’s interactions with mc would be all about kindness, compassion and a gentle demeanor.

Since he’s from the Celestial Realm, his flirting style is refined and respectful. He would often offer words of encouragement and support, acknowledging her efforts and accomplishments in the demon realm.

His affectionate gestures would reflect his caring nature, as he seeks to protect and guide her during her time at RAD.

He might offer to accompany her on excursions or help her with her studies, aiming to make her feel comfortable and at ease in unfamiliar surroundings.

His compliments would be sincere and heartfelt, focusing on her pure heart and inner strength. Simeon would be drawn to her ability to see the good in others, admiring her compassionate nature and genuine desire to help those around her.

He might write poetry or compose songs dedicated to her, expressing his admiration and appreciation to her presence in his life.

His gentle yet unwavering affection would serve as a guiding light, bringing comfort and solace during challenging times.

2. Solomon:

In Solomon’s case, his interactions would be intriguing and enigmatic.

His flirting style would involve a blend of charm, mystery and wit. He enjoys teasing and testing mc, all the while displaying a captivating charm that draws her in.

He would engage her in playful banter, demonstrating his vast knowledge and understanding of magic. He might share tales of his adventures or challenges, aiming to impress her with his skills and accomplishments.

In his company, mc would be drawn to the thrill of the unknown, finding excitement in the unpredictability of her interactions.

His compliments would be clever and eloquent, praising her intellect, adaptability and bravery. He would also value her ability to face challenges head-on and admire her curiosity for the unknown.

He might offer her magical trinkets or artifacts, personalized to suit her interests and strengths, as a way of expressing his appreciation for her presence in his life.

As their relationship progresses, Solomon’s guarded exterior will soften, revealing glimpses of vulnerability and sincerity.

He would gradually share more about his past and emotions, allowing mc to see the depths of his true self.

In this moments of intimacy, mc would witness a side of Solomon that few others have experienced, creating a unique and profound connection between them.

3. Barbatos:

Barbatos’ interactions would be marked by a sense of elegance. He would be attentive to her needs and preferences, often anticipating her desires before she even expresses them.

His filtration would involve thoughtful gestures, such as arranging her schedule or organizing special events tailored to her ability to inspire and lead others to her interests. He might prepare tea or snacks for her, ensuring that every detail is perfect.

His compliments would be subtle yet sincere, focusing on her grace, charm and unique qualities.

Barbatos would admire her ability to inspire and lead others, acknowledging her natural charisma and the positive impact she has on those around her.

He would hold her in high stem, viewing her as an important and valued presence in the Royal House of Devildom.

Beyond his professionalism, he might offer glimpses of his caring caring nature and concern for her well-being. He would be discreet and respectful, creating a sense of trust that allows mc to confide in him.

His calming presence would provide a sense of stability and security, creating a strong bond between them as she navigates the challenges of her role in the demon realm.

4. Diavolo:

His interactions would be marked by a sense of warmth, charm and royalty. He takes an active interest in her progress and well-being, seeing her as a potential ally and friend.

Diavolo’s filtration would be a delicate dance of compliments and playful banter. He would engage her in lively conversations, showcasing his vibrant personality and genuine interest in getting to know her.

He might invite her to various events and activities, ensuring that she experiences the grandeur and splendor of the Devildom.

His compliments would be grand and genuine, focusing on her potential and unique abilities.

Diavolo would see her as a beacon of hope and potential for unity between Celestial Realm and the Devildom, acknowledging her role as a crucial figure in the story of the realms.

While his royal duties might sometimes keep him busy, he would always make time for mc, expressing his care and appreciation for her companionship.

He might seek her counsel on important matters, valuing her insights and opinions.

As their relationship deepens, Diavolo’s affections would become evident, creating a sense of camaraderie and trust that spans beyond the realms they inhabit.

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[untoldreader]

Entangled Hearts

Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary

The bond between Wanda, Natasha, and Y/N deepens, igniting a passionate and complex love triangle. Their hearts become entangled in a web of desire, leaving them torn between their feelings and the consequences that lie in wait

Warnings

none?

Tag list

@nayarianna1302 @alexawynters @tigerlillyruiz

Chapter 3: Entangled Hearts

As our journey continued, the bond between Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, and I grew stronger with each passing day. We found ourselves entangled in a web of emotions, navigating the complexities of our evolving relationships.

One evening, we gathered in Wanda's cozy apartment, seeking solace in each other's company. The room was filled with a mixture of anticipation and unspoken desires. We knew that the time had come to address the growing feelings that simmered beneath the surface.

"I can't deny the depth of my emotions for both of you," I admitted, my voice filled with vulnerability. "Wanda, your warmth and compassion draw me in. Natasha, your enigmatic allure captivates me. I feel torn, caught between two extraordinary women."

Wanda reached out, her hand gently resting on mine. "Y/N, we understand the complexity of your feelings," she said, her eyes filled with empathy. "We, too, have found ourselves navigating this intricate dance of love and desire. It's not an easy path, but we're in this together."

Natasha nodded in agreement, her expression a mix of understanding and longing. "Y/N, your presence in our lives has awakened feelings I thought were long buried," she confessed. "But we must tread carefully, for love can be both beautiful and destructive. We need to find balance."

The weight of their words settled upon me, and I realized the challenges that lay ahead. Love had the power to heal and destroy, to bind and break. We had to navigate the delicate balance of our hearts while honoring the trust and respect that existed between us.

Days turned into weeks as we explored the depths of our emotions. We laughed, we cried, and we shared moments of intimacy that transcended the physical realm. Our love triangle defied conventional norms, and we forged a unique connection that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Yet, shadows loomed over our budding relationship—shadows of our pasts and the secrets we carried. We knew that in order to move forward, we had to confront the haunting whispers of desire and the lingering doubts that threatened to tear us apart.

"It's time we face the truth," Wanda said, her voice filled with determination. "We cannot build a future on a foundation of lies and unspoken secrets. We owe it to ourselves and to each other to be honest."

Natasha nodded in agreement, her gaze unwavering. "We must trust that our love can withstand the revelations that lie ahead," she added. "Only by embracing the truth can we truly find the happiness we all deserve."

With renewed resolve, we embarked on a journey of introspection and revelation. We bared our souls, unveiling the hidden corners of our pasts and the fears that held us captive. It was a painful process, but it also brought us closer, strengthening the threads that bound our hearts together.

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Chapter 3 marked a pivotal moment in our story. Through heartfelt conversations, we acknowledged the complexity of our emotions and the challenges we faced. We recognized the importance of trust, honesty, and confronting our pasts as we sought to find balance and forge a path forward. Our hearts were entangled, and we would navigate this love triangle with open hearts and unwavering determination.

[dufferpuffer]

I am an almost exclusively adult-wolfstar shipper, but I do think that there CAN be chemistry between them as teenagers and young adults.

Although Remus was never able to say no to his friends, this is something that I like:

They were attracted by Remus’s quiet sense of humour and a kindness that they valued, even if they did not always possess it themselves.

I can see how this kindness would specially affect someone like Sirius, who grew up in a not-so-kind home. This is a good start for a unique connection. It’s not the trusting generosity that a sheltered and well-loved child like James seems to have, Remus is someone who has been through something really dark, but is still always able to show an enormous amount of empathy. I think Sirius would have found that special in a way that he probably couldn’t fully articulate in his youth.

You can also make a case for the kinship between the dog and the wolf. Could they have more in common than they think?

Personally, I’m a big fan of imperfect romances, so I see their lack of trust on each other in their early adulthood as something with a lot of potential. There’s mystery, parts of each other they don’t know or understand, which makes it all more cathartic when they meet again as adults.

Most teen!wolfstar is overly saccharine, fluffy, and functional. I’m not a big fan of works where they are in a fully fledged ride or die romantic relationship, they never seem to acknowledge that it’s never easy to admit or sometimes to even notice you might be in love with a friend. I steer clear from these.

But!

Spin-the-bottle games that awaken something in Sirius that he doesn’t dare to admit.

Remus always trying so hard to fit in and feel normal, but struggling to have any sincere feelings for girls or boys who don’t know the full truth about him. Someone else does tho, and they have great hair.

Sirius being half in love with James, Remus accepting being sidelined.

Sirius secretly wanting to be more like Remus, Remus secretly wanting to be more like Sirius. The classic do I want to fuck him or do I want to be him?

A big shouty argument about keeping secrets from each other in the Order that turns into sex, because they miss their closeness, but that’s the only way they can have intimacy these days.

You can pry these from my cold dead fingers.

Those are all fantastic!!! I LOVE IT!!! I'm not prying shit other than plain old theft for myself Don't let my salt ruin your fun either, lol - I was in a mood. :9 But that's sort of what I meant by like... them not really 'working'. They just... don't fit. Even if they want to. A circular hole and a square piece. Maybe they bash together a bit - and that's fun. But its not the way they are often depicted as working - which warps them so they do fit.

I also love imperfect romances, and one-sided shit - my favourite depiction of adult Wolfstar is a doomed relationship borne of desperation where they are both broken in ways that don't mesh at all... but have a drive to make SOMETHING work that feels normal, when normal is all but extinct. And they sorta succeed. That can include baggage from teen years, with longing and horny - adult realizations of shit they didn't understand back then... Maybe what they really need is a third to balance the things they can't give... the consistency in company Sirius desires but Remus cannot promise, the stability and freedom Remus needs but Sirius is in no state to offer... yknow B^)

[koussevitzky]

For the royai big bang ask game!

Tips to meet deadlines and work with artists/writers/beta-readers on such a big project?

Favorite Royai headcanon?

What's your favourite line/paragraph you've written?

Thank you for the asks!

Honestly, because this is a collaborative project, I was more able to hold myself accountable for deadlines because I didn't want to disappoint anyone (I will be honest when the project started I was a little starstruck by everyone and their talent--I still am, everyone is amazing--so I really didn't want to mess up). Being able to talk to people about ideas pertaining to the fic (and just Royai and FMA in general) made me really excited to work on my fic, so that really helped, as well as doing writing sprints together.

Favorite Royai headcannon is really difficult...I feel like I don't have any particularly unique ones. I guess so much of what I hold as true about them is headcannon in a way. I guess any headcannons regarding any sort of intimacy that they just don't really speak of, or see as pragmatic--imaging they have keys to each other's apartments, or stuff of that ilk.

As for favorite line/paragraph, I've answered this one here, but I'll share another one I like!

He yawned casually and, as always, no outward sign of his duress was visible. As the years would later pass, beyond this moment, the pair would be able to read one another like a children’s story book, their emotions simple and accessible to one another. But that beautiful adeptness and attunement to one another was still in development, especially in this newfound professional setting.

One thing I wanted to explore in this fic was this sort of in-between stage of their relationship. They've experienced the war together, but now she's working under him, but this is still very new, so what does that look like? I wanted to sort of acknowledge that while they still have this very deep connection, it isn't as fully formed as what we see when the main story of FMA picks up.

Thank you so much for the asks!

[chocmuffinsscones]

Kacchan is actually so, so loved.

His mom is right, he's a brat cuz he quickly got over his head when he was constantly praised by people around him. His parents must've love him so much with how well he physically is - healthy, clean, unbruised. Probably not a popular opinion but I think his mom treating him aggressively is a way to tone him down, to remind him of manners that he might've slipped from being too pompous. And also, it's an asian thing, ESPECIALLY in Japan where senpai-kouhai/elderly hierarchy is strongly regarded.

Still, Katsuki always demands attention like he doesn't have enough of it. He used to aim for being no.1 to gain attention where it'll feed his ego. Even with his obnoxious behaviour, he always had a pass cuz he IS talented, smart and very gifted. People allowed his atrocity cuz they believe he can still contribute to the hero society.

But Katsuki has a way to seek love that he truly yearns and needs. Maybe it's another gifted kid syndrome or an instinctual thing, that he could feel he is so loved in a way he was not expecting. The people who only sees him on the surface aside, Katsuki was constantly showered under the kind of love that is very forgiving, patient, and positive of his coming around. Aizawa, kirishima, his parents, AM, Izuku...

Aizawa and AM regard Katsuki in a similar fashion as his parents did, acting as a guidance that sometimes switching between being strict or encouraging. Kirishima was slightly special because he was the first one to accept his foul personality and would still praise and be amazed by his ability. To me, Katsuki must've value the gratification of someone acknowledging his entirety and would still respect him as well as give him fuel to his ego. Kirishima is passionate of integrity and righteousness. He's quite open-minded and is pretty forgiving, thus forming a suitable concoction of personalities that matches Katsuki's kind of "love" he grew accustomed to.

However, if it all comes to that preferences, why did he reject Izuku's "love" when kirishima's worked but not his? To be fair, Izuku's "love" for Katsuki is pretty much similar as to his parents' as well as kirishima's. But since the river incident, Katsuki's young mind has decided to antagonised that alien kind of love which he was going to get used to (from his parents) anyway. Because receiving that sort of acceptance and appreciation from a child his age kinda oppose the idea of him being special. Little Katsuki was building up a reputation of being the best and the most unique kid in the neighborhood , if he acknowledged Izuku's recognition of his "front", it would meant he wasn't really that special after all. Little Katsuki couldn't have that, and so it brought forward to their entire childhood until UA, rejecting that obvious, his preferred type of "love" that he labeled as disgusting due to their antagonistic relationship.

That's why after dvk2, when Katsuki has finally confronted that impulsive naivety he held onto, he became unconsciously openly seek out Izuku's "love" to him. He loves being seen and appreciated the right way, the way that reminds him of his humanity, that keeps him grounded, that asks his self-awareness of his capabilities and therefore pushes him becoming better every time. Izuku was different from Kirishima because Katsuki had never level himself with him the way he did with Izuku - notwithstanding the whole rivalry on win to save, save to win thing. Also, the simple fact that their familiarity of one another's traits are what keeping them tightly enveloped in an indissoluble bubble of intimacy.

Katsuki demands attention like a brat. He craves attention and love from where he seeks. As prefaced, he has preferences and that he categorised them. It's interesting though that due to his immature obstinacy, he had created a situation where he is now forcing himself in a state of overcompensation towards Izuku's year's worth of "love" towards him. (He knew he was truly at fault, and he knew Izuku still accepts him nonetheless (i.e dvk2), but the way he tried to keep a distance between them to maintain their norm is, in actuality, not normal. Counting in the fact that at the same time he still craves Izuku's "love" when he self-inserted as the one to pull the leash.

Tsk tsk, Katsuki truly is a child raised by love.

[missrosiesworld]

Passionate Unfolding

An air of tension filled the room as their eyes locked. Emboldened by the surge of emotions and his newfound understanding of his feelings, Pinocchio leaned closer. The way he approached this time was far more confident, far more passionate. As their lips met again, there was an urgency, a deep yearning behind the kiss.

Pinocchio's hands moved effortlessly to Elara's waist, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and her arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer to her. Though surprised by the intensity of the moment, she surrendered to the overwhelming rush of affection and desire.

Elara was carried to the edge of her work desk by Pinocchio, guided by instinct and emotions. Without breaking their passionate embrace, he gently set her down. As the kiss deepened, their movements synchronized in a dance of desire and discovery. She shivered as his fingers trailed up her arms, intensifying the electric connection between them.

Elara's hands explored the contours of Pinocchio's back, feeling the intricate interplay of mechanics and human-like qualities that made Pinocchio so unique. Her touch was exploratory yet tender, acknowledging his blend of machine and man.

Their breathing became heavy, punctuated by soft sighs and Pinocchio's mechanical heart's quiet clinking. The world around them faded into oblivion, the clock ticking synchronizing with their hearts. The kiss seemed to last for eternity, as each moment deepened their connection, creating an emotional tapestry that was both exhilarating and comforting.

The kiss between Pinocchio and Elara evolved, becoming more intense and passionate as they both explored this new terrain. Elara took the lead in deepening the kiss, sensing Pinocchio's exploration and willingness to learn. As she guided him through the nuances of a passionate embrace, she varied the pressure and rhythm.

With gentle coaxing and fervent desire, Elara's lips moved against Pinocchio's. She introduced him to the art of kissing - sometimes slow and tender, sometimes urgent and demanding.

Pinocchio was quick to learn, responding with eagerness to Elara's intensity. He reciprocated her kisses, his movements initially hesitant but becoming more confident over time. Their intertwined lips were euphoric, a whirlwind of emotions he had never experienced before.

As the kiss deepened, Elara playfully nipped at Pinocchio's lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from him. For Pinocchio, the sound was a physical manifestation of the pleasure and connection he was experiencing. The moment was pure, unadulterated joy, unclouded by any concerns about the world outside.

Their hands explored each other's faces, necks, and shoulders, adding an extra layer of intimacy to their embrace. Pinocchio's touch was gentle yet curious, tracing Elara's contours and memorizing every detail of her face. As if in perfect harmony with Elara's human heart, his mechanical heartbeat with a rhythm that seemed to sync with hers.

Pinocchio, caught up in the wave of new sensations and emotions, instinctively responded to Elara's playful nibbling at his lower lip. He caressed her nape of the neck gently, his fingers inadvertently brushing against a sensitive area. Though unintentional, this touch sent a shiver through Elara, eliciting a soft moan. Encouraged by her response, Pinocchio pulled her even closer, the connection between them intensifying with every passing second.

The two were breathless when they finally broke their intense embrace, their chests heaving to catch their breath. There was an electric tension in the air, a testament to the passion that had just been displayed. With a newfound boldness, Pinocchio gently cradled Elara's chin, brushing his thumb along her swollen lower lip. She, so vulnerable yet so full of desire, awakened a primal need within him, one he had never known.

"Elara," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, "I... I want more." His words hung between them, a silent plea for continuation, for exploration of their love.

Without waiting for a response, Pinocchio leaned in once more, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that surprised them both. This time, the kiss was different – more intense, more urgent. Elara responded in kind, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if merging into one. Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, driven by mutual need and love that refused to be contained.

The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a dance of mutual exploration and desire. Pinocchio's hand moved from her chin to the small of her back, holding her tightly against him, afraid she might slip away. Elara's legs tightened around him, her body responding to his every touch with a fervor that matched his own.

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I may or may not continue this piece, but I hope you enjoy it anyway

[banghwa]

Like Crazy (2023) as a discussion of (queer) loneliness 

hiiii anyways i keep saying Like Crazy is incredibly bisexual/queer and its been hard to explain why without writing an essay so. without further ado:

*DISCLAIMER* I am not claiming I know anything about how Jimin identifies or the intended message of the album, nor am I claiming my interpretation as above any other. This is just my reading of FACE and Like Crazy as a gay person of colour and a grad student writing a thesis on transness where I discuss topics of loneliness as a systemic form of violence and intimacy. I am also looking at this from a very Western perspective; though I know there are likely many Korean and likely queer Korean authors, theorists, and poets evoking similar ideas, I’ll be making reference to authors that I am familiar with who are better known in a Western context.

Loneliness as a cycle of abjection

“I want to introduce Jimin’s true feelings that I didn’t bring up anywhere else. I looked back on myself and honestly expressed my […] emptiness and loneliness.”

I don’t think it would take a particularly high level of analysis to conclude that FACE, and Like Crazy more specifically, are meant to explore loneliness as a process of self-alienation. Non-binary author Olivia Laing describes the cycle of loneliness as one where: 

“[…] the lonelier a person gets, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself.” 

It’s very clear from the beginning of the music video for Like Crazy that Jimin struggles with reconciling a comfort in loneliness with a need to experience intimacy. Regardless of his efforts, the rot of loneliness is never far, seeps in through the walls and stains his hands. As (ironically) relatable of an experience as loneliness is, it does not occur in a vacuum. Rather, the unique experience of queer loneliness and rejection is one riddled by othering from acceptable sexuality and gender experiences and an inability to be framed within normative categories. Robert Phillips, scholar in language analysis as it pertains to gay male sexuality, wrote on abjection through a trans studies framework. To him, the process of horror or unease that defines abjection, through which the “other” is separated from and by an “us,” goes beyond “casting out” and becomes more interactive process; the hegemonic is protected by rejecting whatever does not conform, that is ambiguous, that does not fit in box. “The anxiety at the root of this unease with transgender subjectivity can be traced back, in part, to a fear of the ambiguous.” Loneliness, like queerness, acts as a sort of mark of Cain, a characteristic that becomes so impeded in our being that it if first noticeable and then rejectable. 

Despite being marked by loneliness, Jimin is the center of attention for the first act of the music video, featuring him crowd surfing and posing delicately for pictures. Yet, despite his yearning, he makes no move for intimacy. The music video implies the possibility that it is the result of this very hypervisibility as a figure of softness and boyishness, inviting parallels to be made here with the foucauldian references and the power play between surveillance and identity in other areas of the album, namely Set Me Free Pt. 2 (a discussion for another post for another time…..).

Hedonism as an escape

“[Like Crazy] expresses the emotions of the moment when you run away from reality to forget your wounds.”

The overlap between loneliness and overt sexuality is why eroticism is so culturally important to queer communities. Like Crazy explores desire and intimacy through what can be called a queer lens, as an escape and as an unsuccessful means to being perceived and acknowledged outside of suffering. The whole poem is absolutely beautiful, but a specific excerpt of gay Asian-American poet Ocean Vuong’s On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous comes to mind: “Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here? I was still here once.” As Like Crazy, Vuong’s poem discusses intimacy as the antithesis to loneliness. To be intimate is to come out of ones self.  The erotic becomes an avenue to salvation (I will permit myself a little shoutout to Christian mythos by drawing parallel to the Song of Songs - we all dream of kissing God, of laying with the presence of something larger than us, and finding deliverance from it!). 

Like Crazy communicates a power struggle between desperation for intimacy and an addiction to loneliness. What Jimin says about it and the juxtaposition with the actual visuals of the music video paints the picture of an attempt to build closeness on the foundations of perpetual solitude. In Like Crazy, closeness is futile. Loneliness becomes a lifelong lover, and intimacy an occasional affair. Though still better than perpetual solitude, it is marked by disillusion: “I’d rather be lost in the light.” Rather than evoke the image of a passionate one-night-stand, it acknowledges of the persistence of loneliness. queer latino write John Paul Brammer evokes this feeling: 

“Loneliness, I find, continues too. Our relationship with solitude is one of the most important ones we have in this life. No matter how full and vibrant and loud we make things, the quiet always finds us.”

Despite Jimin’s desires for closeness, we don’t actually see him making any move for closeness. Rather, despite his best efforts, he walks against the course of those around him in a repeated shot before knocking the camera’s lens away; again, a parallel to the surveillance of set me free, as well as a possible denial of him pace against the grain.

Queer desires and longing

“Let me have a taste / Give me a good ride.”

For non-queer people, what is difficult to understand in the particularities of queer loneliness is its entwining with desire. It’s an unspeakable yearning - as much in the ways it is indescribable as it is often life-threatening to do so. It is a profound sense of non-belonging felt in the knowledge that you are not as others are or see you because of a fundamental issue with how - and for whom - you experience desire. As a result, the erotic and sexuality along the margins of what is normative, i.e. reproductive cisgender heterosexual missionary sex after marriage, are profoundly radical and embodied manifestations of queer desire: kink, bondage, leather, sadomasochism, casual sex, chemsex, etc. all contribute to this expression of queer intimacy and self actualization.

I know I’m being a little dramatic in the set-up here but it is really difficult to try to explain this inherent outcasthood to straight people. It is such a specific experience that is so untranslatable, and yet it is a feeling that I pick up so strongly in the Like Crazy music video. The remedying of sexuality with the profound alienation that queer people feel up until, very often, a dramatic and self-destructive discovery in young-adulthood, is something that straight/cis people just can’t understand. Leading African queer scholar and (erotic) writer Keguro Macharia writes: 

“what is the taste of loneliness? / salt-bitter-sweet-nothing / after midnight, in cars, in booths in sex shops, in dark bedrooms, in anonymous hotel rooms, encounter after encounter, trading orgasms for ‘hold me’ and ‘let’s cuddle’ ‘if I suck you off, will you cuddle with me’ ‘if I let you fuck me, will you cuddle with me’.”

I’m not knowledgeable on kink culture so I won’t get too into it but I think it’s really interesting how submissive the lyrics come off. What is striking about the way Like Crazy approaches desire that sets it apart from any generic “we found love in this club”-type pop song is its desperate tone rather than one that boasts virility with promises of a “good time.” Instead, Jimin is the one pleading.

Queer loneliness as liberation

“She’s saying, ‘Baby, don’t think about it / There’s not a bad thing here tonight.”

Like Vuong’s poem, Like Crazy could also become a larger question on a heterosexual culture that is increasingly anxious about bodies and touch. The music video can be clocked as having the intention to discuss the erotic - the Robert Mapplethorpe reference is enough to assert this - yet it does so very tamely. Everyone is clothed, no one touches too much, the atmosphere is fun, chill, controlled. Jimin, despite his expressed desperation for closeness and hedonism as told through the lyrics and through his interaction with those at the party, through the careless throwing back of shots, does not find what he needs. The environment is too controlled, too “straight” (as in “proper,” or “innocuous”). He himself does not find any intimacy. He stays at the center of it all, untouched, and not daring to get closer. 

Something that is reflected by a lot of trans theory writers (some whom I’ve read including Paisley Currah and Dean Spade) is that the normalization process in inclusion produces and reproduces ideas on who is and “insider” and who is an “outsider.” I read a bit of Melissa Caroll’s thesis on the political implications of queer loneliness as part of my own (much shorter) thesis. In it she discusses how “straight” culture, through the aforementioned social accounting processes, delimit the realm of the socially accessible, in a process Denise Riley calls loneliness. Caroll says: 

“Currently, any public declaration that “I am lonely” presumes that we are registering this feeling based on what we have been led to believe that loneliness, as a term, means: sad, alone, lacking, in need or want of friends, odd, bizarre, queer, and unhappy.”

Heteronormative abjection of queer and trans modes of being are increasingly reclaimed as constructive and disruptive political strategies. As postmodernist feminist scholar Julia Kristeva writes, abjection is “the place where meaning collapses.” Rejection of inclusion to instead embody abjection and loneliness is another cornerstone of queer self-affirmation that is explored, again, through the erotic and the sexually obscene. The tame nature of the music video, Jimin’s desperation, implies a dissociation from himself and a refusal to face himself. There is an acknowledgement of the futility of his desires for closeness beyond what he is “marked” for, that it will “break” him yet he refuses to be “saved.”

So, regardless of whether Like Crazy truly is an attempt to explore the unique nuances of queer loneliness, it is clear that what it does discuss is struggle against self. The music video depicts not romantic rejection or conflict, but rather an imposed alienation. A self-rejection from an objected self and from a normative way of life. The stained, leather clad hand presumably belonging to Jimin himself dragging him to the party, the knocking away of the camera as a refusal to accept a self or to showcase that “wound,” the interplay between the warm shots of androgyny and desire contrasted with the cool setting of the club. The premise of the music video and its use of a movie itself is a refraction of this longing and abjection in a way; what does it say to attempt to translate a profound feeling of disorientation and loneliness within a normative context through the reference of a romance film featuring a White, conventionally attractive, heterosexual, cisgender, normative couple as a man of colour often read as gender non-conforming? 

TLDR: Whether Like Crazy or FACE globally means to discuss queer loneliness and desire, the way they are ultimately explored and the play on gender and belonging imply a framework that is, intentionally or not, queer. 

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Things Carol Peletier and Willow Rosenberg have in common. Because yes.

I should note that this started out as a comparison piece between Caryl and Willoz, because, so many reasons, but as it turned out, by not as many reasons as ...

Parallels between Carol and Willow.

I had one of those bead chokers when I was in high school. That should really tell you everything you need to know.

1. They both start out utterly adorable

and precious

and Carol stays that way. I should point out that I don't normally acknowledge BtVS beyond Season 3. That is like a whole other post though, which maybe isn't entirely pro-Willow (because of, primarily, her behaviours, not partner choice), so let's quickly side step that, and return to the original point of this post:

2. They both start out quite meek and then experience substantial arcs and character growth and

3. They both fall for honourable men of somewhat few words. Daryl initially, mostly, pulses with emotion, Oz does NOT emote as a general rule. But both men are serious thinkers, Oz unhurried and often philosophical in his articulation, while Daryl speaks straight from his heart. They are also both poster guys for how to treat women with respect and honour (again, pre-early Season 4 for our Oz), and both men depart a devotion to love that is quite exceptional. Properly unpacking all of this = another post, another day.

Carol and Willow each display a unique moment of bravery in intimacy early on, something that had previously been out of character for each of them. They are both essentially rejected in these moments, but it's just the beginning of something special. Though Carol's joking harkens to a possible older version of herself, it's one that she never had the chance to fully develop, being forced to bury her playfulness during her abusive marriage. Willow is still so young in this moment, she has endured years of bullying and being cast aside, and being somewhat emotionally neglected by her parents. She is just now starting to open her wings for the first time.

In Innocence, Willow asks Oz, "Do you want to make out with me?"

While in Seed, Carol jokes to Daryl, "Kinda romantic, wanna screw around?"

And Daryl's reaction, as we know, is, "Pfft."

After telling Willow he's not going to kiss her because she clearly still has a thing for Xander, Oz jumps into his breathtaking(Cherokee Rose worthy)ly, beautiful impression of the events, his desires, and assures her he can wait. This is where Willow truly falls for him.

4. They accept their men as they are, not needing them to change. When Oz discovers he is a werewolf, Willow assures him she'd still if he'd still. And as we know, Oz happily stills. And everyone lives happily ever after when the show ends after Season 3.

Carol sees straight through Daryl's prickly defense mechanism exterior. His actions have won her over eternally. She accepts him, walker ears, bouts of rage, and all. "You're every bit as good as them." She tells him. "Every bit."

5. Neither woman wants to be alone. Carol reveals this to Rick in Indifference, sharing one of the reasons she stayed with Ed.

Willow wears her own yearning like a banner throughout the entire series, her early social awkwardness (perfection) inhibiting the romantic connections she is seeking. At least until she catches the eye of one young man in particular, who loves her for it. None of us wants to be alone, but Carol and Willow seem to struggle with that disproportionately in early life and it impacts their decision making, and future trajectories, deeply.

6. Their men are always looking out for them, trying to warn them, get through to them.

Oz reveals his concerns about Willow's increasing foray into the world of magic you didn't encourage her, did you, telling Willow he's afraid that she'll get hurt. He knows what it's like to have power he can't control, and it's not fun.

Though Carol's descent is, IMO, more justified, more understandable following Henry's murder, the potential consequences for her are just as risky. Moreso. Daryl tries, desperately, so many times, to talk her off the ledge, acknowledging that she doesn't care what happens to herself, reminding her that they have a future.

7. In the 2nd last season of each of their shows, Carol and Willow traject into a dark arc after their loved one is murdered, and need their best friend to save them

to pull them back.

There are sooo many differences between this pair too. Willow makes many self serving decisions. It's complicated, and unfortunate. Carol is more selfless, only taking on a path of self destruction, putting others at risk, when met with the unspeakable actions of Alpha. Carol is older though, with greater life experiences. She truly lives in the end times, without magic, without superheroes. Her losses are enormous, her suffering excessive.

Willow's journey was always a difficult one for me to watch, even in retrospect with the passage of time. She wanted to escape many of the quirky and endearing qualities which accompanied an awkward and less self assured version of herself, and that was her right. In order to shed some of the pain of her past, she needed to lose an entire version of herself.

8. Finally, both women have such an enormous capacity to love, a desire to protect their loved ones, against all odds. Often putting themselves at risk to do so. They were both selfless and selfish at times, utterly human, beautiful, and I love them for it.