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gangplanksorenji · 10 months ago

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Kinknuary Day 16: Edging

Pairing: IVE Rei x Male Reader

Word Count: 6,110

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“You know how much I despise you, right?”

“You don’t even need to tell it—I fucking hate you too.”

Supposedly, you’ll take an ounce of energy to like her and maybe, it’ll be an audacious move by you to the point that you can probably regret or possible—in the best way of sugarcoating—you’ll get to even appreciate, nonetheless.

But this wasn’t the case, for the both of you. So-called acquaintances that act like they’re cats and dogs in a relationship but they weren’t even in a single one to start with is the best fit of a description when it comes for you and her, Naoi Rei. Well, of course, your relationship with her or in a better term, friendship with her is quite bewildering and an interesting one.

The both of you acting like cats and dogs against each other and then being delighted seeing one’s faces is one of the few ways to describe your friendship, and it was exactly unorthodox in nature—friends acting like enemies and then suddenly acting like nothing happened? Well, that’s a thing to know and grasp but it wasn’t always like this and today, it hits way differently because you can almost feel her emanating aura threatening you but you’re unfazed as you’re not scared of a girl like her.

Yet, with all of these being said, what’s the context? Where did it all start?

Well, it’s something more like, petulant and dumb, knowing how Rei’s words can hurt like daggers on how straightforward she is and you, being short-tempered, causing a negative reaction.

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“Can you please stop using that?” Rei pouts and feigns anger right after, as she’s visibly annoyed with the pop-it game that you’re playing which, in your case, you totally ignored her as you continue investing your fast reflexes to advance towards a harder level. Having enough of the ebullient sounds emitted by the possibly-called console you’re playing, Rei grabs it as she hides it from her back and obviously, a perplexed face paints you as you try and grab the game back to you.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Can’t you see? It’s so goddamn annoying!” Rei grits her teeth, rage boiling within her as she can’t bear to hear the annoying sound of the game, making you ock an eyebrow on her, confused about her antics.

“If it’s annoying, then you can probably shove those headphones on your ears, no? Besides, it’s not even that loud so give it back!” You try to get the console but are deemed unsuccessful as Rei’s skills on dodging your advances and being a step ahead than you are evident, and that’s even making you frustrated because of her petulant behavior.

“I don’t care and stop being so childish!”

If she wants to play a game, then you’ll be the one to lead the way and be the first challenger.

Having enough of her own ways of killing your own fun, you’d gladly kill hers first as you attacked onto her vulnerable position, tightly pinning her wrists onto the wall as it catches her off-guard and with your proactive actions, she almost let go of the console as you look at her eyes with venom. With your intimidating eye contact with just inches away from her own face, she won’t give up a fight as she snarls to voice out for you to let her go as she glared at you like she has murderous intent planned.

“I don’t know why the fuck are you like this lately, but I know for a fact that you’re letting go of that and you’ll do it now.”

Of course, Rei is going to be as stubborn as she wanted to be just to provoke your anger even further and to annoy you, making it a living hell. “Fuck no—and let go of me or I’ll break this shit!”

She would dare to do that but she has limits, yet she won’t bear to do that just because of these childish acts. Rolling your eyes in frustration, you take matters into your own hands as you swiftly let go of your left hand on hers and deftly grab the console, making her whine as your possession has now been out within her reach.

“Hey! Fuck you!”

You scoff and cocked an eyebrow on her, blasting off your hubris as she emanates that resting bitch face of hers again. “Better luck next time, I guess.”

She whimpers because of your win, and she's not having that. With your victory, you tease and mock her with it as not surprisingly, she clicks her tongue and rushes into her room, completely enraged. You don’t know what’s up with her as you’d probably not want to find out now but suddenly, a surge of regret coursed within you, feeling a little bad that she acted that way but you showed no sympathy since she started this childish act.

Yet, you won’t let this mysterious case remain unsolved, and you’ll decipher and crack the code later when things probably will calm down even though the chances will be slim to none.

“Gosh—what’s up with this girl? Unbelievable…”

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“Why h-her and not m-me?”

Rei sits on the floor vexed, hugs her legs as she weeps onto the long-sleeves of her top as she feels utter defeat after a specific event happened that she saw and heard with her very own eyes and ears and breaks her heart completely, and here she is, utterly sulky and maybe in the path of being despondent.

If it wasn’t for her courage to just confess and let other things be set aside to fully commit, then this wouldn’t have been more painful and she’s now regretting it, the scar getting worse and worse over time.

Maybe she’ll find a way to mend herself and find herself out of desolation.

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You sit onto the couch, browsing the Internet as the blue pixels onto your phone just emits the endless scope of like six topics that almost tiring to see and with that, you turned it off and laid down onto it, finding yourself into a trance of tranquil and relaxation yet a spark ignites something, making you enlightened and act up immediately.

Now rushing onto Rei’s door, you notice that it’s locked as you hitch a breath because of it, yet hope is not lost as you knock on the door, hoping she would answer even though you expect that it wouldn’t always be the case. “Rei, can we please talk? Come on, whatever you’re going through, we can talk it out so please—let’s talk.”

Utter silence ensues and you already expected this, yet you didn’t let your hope die as you knock another time, pleading for her to talk things with you, knowing you can help in whatever she’s maybe going through. “Rei-ah, please, can we talk? I know you’re there so please, give me a chance. Okay, I’m sorry about earlier, okay—so we just talk about this, please?”

Another plea falls deaf to her ears and with the defeat, you sigh heavily and thudded onto the door, sitting down and waiting for her to respond yet no faint sound can even be heard on her room—there can be two reasons behind this complete absence of sound: it’s either she’s sleeping peacefully on her room or either ignoring you for god knows what reason could it be and it you’re really hoping it’s the latter since she’s been acting like this around you for days.

“Okay, whatever you want Rei! If this is what you want, then so be it.”

You rose from your position as you’re just hoping that time will do its job, killing off the vexed mood that she’s been emanating towards you days ago.

Of course, you won’t spend hours just for her own childish actions, more so wait for her answers like you owe something yet there’s one thing that you’ll achieve and that’s mending what has been broken with an unknown context when it all unveiled.

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You’re much more of an impatient guy, defining annoyance whenever something’s not being fulfilled in a small amount of time and that’s your downside. Well, now, would be an exception and as Rei's being much of a nuisance and a stubborn individual really doesn’t get you into the mood.

“Rei—come on! Can we please just talk this ou—”

Surprisingly, after waiting for hours she suddenly opened the door, making you thud onto the ground as you stood up immediately, inches away from facing her you’re wholeheartedly intimated with the bitchy demeanor she’s emanating.

“What do you want?” Rei’s tone is evidently annoyed with you being a nuisance, as her face doesn’t seem to be even interested towards you.

“Can we just talk about whatever’s going on, please?”

“Another line—I’ve heard that for like, a hundred times already.”

Of course, this is Rei but she’s just being a bugbear that’s nigh-unbearable to deal with—if it were the others, they couldn’t left her or something worse, but you’re heart is still bearing to deal with her even though she can literally be the goddess of vex sometimes.

“Hah—o-okay, so, can I come in?”

Rei just gave you a stone-cold stare, before uttering without any emotions, “No.” Then, the door slammed shut, almost hitting you in the face as the lock clicked again, knowing you’re defeated again. You shake your head in frustration and hitch a breath because of how it took so much patience just to deal with her petulant bullshit.

Of course, you won’t give up so easily even though she made your endure a burden down your back—

“I got you some udon, your favorite!”

Silence permeates the air and you patiently wait for the predator to get baited. You have a few tricks up your sleeve that will ensure Rei will come out of her own cage as she bites onto the bait, and you, smiling as everything’s going right to the plan.

Rei quickly unlocked the doorknob and opened the door, asking you. “Where’s the udon?”

Of course, you know she’ll fall for the oldest trick in the book and it’s not even close to doubting it. Her quick movements passing you wasn’t even a surprise as she showed full-interest of one of her favorite meals and completely ignoring you like you didn’t exist. Even with her stern face that shoots daggers within your soul on how cold it is, it’s inevitable to see the delight curving her lips into a faint smile because of your “gift” for her—you wouldn’t buy her anything like this, in all honesty; it’s just the fact that she’s sulking so bad that you need to play the wildest tricks on her game in order to win it.

You pointed down at the table in the dining room and she rushed there immediately, not questioning you anymore as it’s sure a waste of her time and wouldn’t bear to leave her meal cold.

“Got you what you wanted there, since I knew you’re starving trying to ignore me. Beef udon. Spicy. Garlic—”

“Will you ever shut up? I’m trying to eat here!” Her tone wasn’t exactly exuding anger, but by all means, it’s intimidating and thrilling to hear, it almost feels like she’s threatening your life with it. This isn’t really surprising, honestly but deep down, you know how thankful she is for the meal you bought her yet she needs to remain that stern and cold demeanor meant to reevaluate your life choices.

Now, thinking about something like that, what have you really done to make her act like that? All hints were vague enough to crack the code behind her somber demeanor and her bitchy attitude that you despise.

If only you could really punish her for acting like this, then you would but those will be off the charts for now…

“Not even a thank you, Rei??” You feign disappointment as defeat laced in your tone, hoping Rei would acknowledge your thoughtful advances towards her and maybe, it’s working considering how she’s faintly smiling after each munch of the noodles.

“Hah… Okay, thank you for the food, I guess…” Rei’s tone is sarcastic, her head shaking jokingly as she mocks just to intimidate you and with that, you’re not having it anymore and you had enough of this attitude of hers. Rushing towards her as she’s scrolling down her phone, you caught off-guard with the grab of her wrists as you bring her in a wall, pinning her against it with a glare shooting daggers at her this time (thankfully, Rei left her phone on the table as it didn’t fall down because of your aggressive actions).

“You know, if you’re going to act like this for the next weeks I’m going to get fucking tired of you, you know?”

The fact that Rei didn’t retaliate with your harshness and even smirking slightly in front of you, lets you know how much she’s fending off her wants of enraging you as she likes this demeanor of you as you’re gaining control over her and that’s what not you wanted. With an unstoppable force of rage fueling you, you can’t comprehend how you’re going to take this situation lightly as it’s rather worse when Rei mocks you intimidatingly. “Then what? You’re not going to hurt me because you love me, right? If your horny ass could just chill within a single day then I wouldn’t have held this grudge on you for weeks.”

The former, she’s not wrong; you definitely love her and it’s all in a set of confusion on how the both of you portray the image of ‘love’. The latter? Well, that concludes her attitude that cursed her to be her worst for weeks and now you know why—it’s now letting you cross down the fields of reflection, giving you the light of realization on why she acted like this and god, it’s childish but she has a point, nonetheless.

To give context, maybe it was just a hint of jealousy towards someone you’re close with, and it spread like wildfire and letting her hear about it in which, breaks her heart a little yet it’s slow and painful, to the point that she needed to distance herself towards you to bare the pain but she can’t.

She never will because her heart is screaming for you. You only.

Even though the whole school’s talking about you and the popular princess (they refer her with that) being closer together as time goes by, you can’t and won’t find someone like Rei and how she holds a special place in your heart that no one can dethrone her from it—like, no one.

Yet, you wonder why is she taking this pain so seriously to the point that she has to ignore you like it didn't exist in her life and if she manages to talk to you, it’s all in a wrathful manner that you can’t bear?

Well, you probably need to find it out yourself even if it means to fuck it out of her.

“But why are you like this? Do you know how it fucking hurts to me that you’re ignoring me? Holding a grudge against me because I’m just close with her? Oh, so you’re jealous and you won’t talk to me—is that what you are, Rei?” You feel such a terrible and painful concoction of emotions, specifically sadness, rage and surprisingly, denial.

Why would you feel denial? There could be, possibly, limitless ways to express how you’re feeling denial but no, this is a bizarre one since you’re denying your true feelings of being in pain and rage because of her.

She knows how this probably scarred you, but in her mind, it’s to state a point—a point of her own selfishness and jealousy which is just absurd to think about.

“It’s not just that—you wanted to fuck her, I can see it in your eyes too—” Her eyes laced venom as her stare bears the pain she’s also carrying, and the cherry on top, her undying jealousy. “—it’s like you wanna rail her from behind and—”

“Rei!” You grit your teeth in rage as you feel the utter disrespect and the wrong judgment being thrown out between the both of you, mostly your approach and intentions. “Can you just—fucking stop saying that like, I wanna fuck every girl I meet, please?”

Even with the utter rage and uneasiness of you, she can feel the sincerity between every word you’re saying as her demeanor is slowly changing, yet it’s not evident onto your side as you’re being blinded by lust and frustration.

“Okay, okay—but your eyes are like—” Rei retaliates as she uses such force enough to let go of the grip of her wrists, and you didn’t even bother regaining your dominance and control as she’s doing her own thing, succumbing onto the better grip than what you did earlier. “screaming the ‘horny’ energy so bad.”

If you thought you’re that perverted to be thinking of filthiness all the time, she’s eating up her own words as she slowly kneels down in front of you, before grabbing the hem of your pants to switch positions, letting your body thud and relax onto the wall as she starts her magic.

“And you know what’s the best thing to match that horniness?” Rei looks up at you, cocking an eyebrow as her confidence fuels her to be this daring towards you.

“Whatever you’re thinking—ahh, Rei—just don’t—”

“Is horny itself.” Rei doesn’t let her speech get unbothered by you, as she unbuttons your pants as she disregards any of your pleas of refraining herself to engage in such lustful motives but that was impossible to be resisted.

“You know how much I despise you, right?”

“You don’t even need to tell it—I fucking hate you too.” Rei hitches a breath as she snarls, the little anger deep inside her being vocal around you and it didn’t stop, not even once.

Yet, of course, she knows how insatiable you can be as your body is her weakness and all she can sense within her is need and hunger over you. Even with her undying grudge over you, despising each other with all their might, the both of you won’t help yourselves from being intimately close onto each other’s touches and once Rei has all of your defenses down with a swift motion—she’s really good at this; you could even blink once and you’ll just see everything just going off like she’s precise on meeting the time even though she doesn’t need to. With a tickle of her fingers onto your clothed erection, you could just beg for her to just undress it but you’d want to let her know how you’re still in authority and maintained an unfazed demeanor.

You don’t need to beg nor ask; she has it all down, in one swift motion as she is greeted by your throbbing member in whom she always loved.

“Not gonna lie, even though I hate you and you’re an asshole sometimes—” Rei teases the head of your length with her fingers as you shudder in response, but fighting the urge to fully submit to her. “—you have a nice, juicy cock that I won’t turn down and that’s another upside on you.”

Your breath shudders as your thighs quiver a little due to her touches that makes you a hundred times more sensitive than ever before. “F-Fuck you, Rei…”

She isn’t bothered with that as she smirks and suddenly, her lips part against the slit of your cockhead as she swirls her tongue around it, painting every inch of your head wet with saliva and to make you submit into her even more, her digits strokes the base of your shaft in which, is too pleasurable on your own books.

“And not gonna f-fucking lie—” You retort as you stammer because of the intense pleasure her mouth is giving, but still continue to voice out what you want to say. “—as much as you’re a bitch who’s acting like spoiled, sensitive brat, your brat m-mouth feels fucking good—ahh, fuck!”

Rei knows how her incredible mouth can be your kryptonite once she laid it onto your swollen head, as she can just think of the numerous ways to fulfill her amorous needs and to probably deprive you because of what you deserve, in her own opinion. With the constant bobbing of her head onto your constantly throbbing penis, you can’t help but just give in to the ocean of pleasure and fully submit onto voicing your animalistic needs yet you fight yet treasure her oral service onto the entirety of your shaft. Saliva inevitably seeps out of her corners of her mouth in every thrust she does onto your length, sheathing every inch with her drool as she savors the musky taste of yours in which, she just can’t get enough considering how she slurps around your shaft.

“Of course, you’re not gonna feel a better mouth than me, asshole.” She resumes sucking you after as her pace is now being relentless, opting to further fulfill her needs of being deprived of the taste of your cock for weeks.

“One m-more ‘asshole’ that c-comes out of your mouth, I’m going to fuck your a-ass crazy enough to make you think who’s the real asshole is.” You retort back, aiming to provoke the sleeping beast inside her but you could only feel her vigorous pumps and frantic bobs getting more pleasurable and fast as she gives what she can in order to serve the best for both worlds (mostly hers, of course).

“I bet you can’t even get past the entrance of my ass, loser.” Of course, she’ll fight back and degrade you but that isn’t even true and it’s just the fact that her rage is just fueling her to say these things to you or better, to unleash your masochistic side.

The last time you had an intimate anal session with Rei was three weeks ago, and you could just remember how she fully submitted onto the entirety of your cock ramming her tight, snug hole and begging you to fill her up but of course, you didn’t fulfill it and would rather paint her enticingly round, beautiful face full of your semen as her hole was gaped enough to be sore as her legs deemed worthless for almost two days—you even got to the point that you need to excuse Rei for her absence due to her having a ‘fever’ but in reality, that happened between the both of you.

Resuming her oral masterclass, she parts her plump, duck-like lips onto the head of your shaft as she takes you deeper, aiming for more for her to take more as she’s getting hungrier the longer she sucks you off, and it’s just going to get better from here. She lets her hands do the utmost work all over your nether regions as every aspect builds up to the promised fantasy that burns the passion of lust: her handiwork of her dainty fingers massaging and stroking your shaft into a rapid pace, her hands fondling your balls to stimulate you further and occasionally caressing your thighs to arouse and entice you further.

Even though you want to degrade her actions, she knows you would be lying in your teeth, even if it means for roleplay but you know it wouldn’t work on her watch, no matter how hard you try.

“Keep doing that, Rei—fuck, you’re so fucking cursed on how good you are with this, no? Goddamn—fuck!” With your relentless compliments laced with your own deadly venom, it just fuels her to increase the pace further, where you’ll almost give up and grab a handful of her dark locks for leverage yet you won’t give in that far, wanting Rei to know how you’re still worthy to defend against her own frantic attacks.

She keeps her mouth busy with unparalleled thrusts as her hands do wander all over the vicinity of your length and soon enough, the inevitable will soon be in touch with you, signaling your near high as you encourage her to double her efforts with your constant moans and your subtle movements.

“Fuck, I’m getting close, Rei—” It was all getting too much elevated as suddenly, something disturbed the force—it was the devilish deeds Rei has been cursed to do, in an act of vengeance, on her own words.

Pop. It was sexy and hot yet at the same time, it’s fucking frustrating.

“Why the fuck did y-you stop, Rei? I was so close!” You’re bewildered and angered by the fact that she immediately stopped as you were about to blow the biggest load of your life down her throat—guess, that’s impossible now but hopefully, not for long. You can see the devilish smirk printed on her face, as she smirks in delight with your despair and her own pleasure.

“You fucking deserve it, honestly…” Rei’s stone-cold glare intimidates you, aiming to really unleash the hidden fury you’ve been storing as she slowly strokes the base of your shaft, not letting the libido die early for you and hers. With the constant twitch of your cock achingly wanting for a heavenly release, it just puts gasoline onto the flames of Rei’s selfish needs to see you struggling, more so, being edged until your balls ache for days, probably.

“How the fuck do I deserve this?” Your hands went onto your length, badly wanting to stroke it to paint her face white yet Rei fights you and god, she’s surprisingly able to fight back, brushing off your arms with hers as she stands up and pins you onto the wall, her face just inches against you. “You’ll see… Just let me do my thing, alright? You’re not going to cum yet, not on my watch.”

With a confused face, you can’t fathom why would Rei do that and more so, you deserving for such a cruel act but deep inside, it’s turning you on and you can’t help but think of how good it is—it’s a blessing in disguise and maybe, this is what Rei wanted all along.

“We should take this to the bedroom, honestly…”

“Why just not here, Rei?”

Rei just smirks and gives you that stern stare as she repeats herself again. “I said in my bedroom, now.”

Well, who are you to turn that down and not obey? You’ll never turn her down as both fervor-filled desires are off the roof now, craving for more despite the heart-aching grudge between the both of you—not going to lie, she’s toning down and that alone, makes you happy knowing that she’ll be like her old self soon.

And that's what you hope…

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“Fuck, y-you’re good at that—oh fuck, y-you’re cock is so b-big!”

“You’re s-so tight too, Rei!”

Even with the hint of movement, you can’t help but groan as the peak serotonin coursing down your veins is becoming too much to handle, her walls hugging around your throbbing length like it won’t let go—and this is the wonder behind this: her walls achingly gripping around your shaft begging for a load and her scrumptious backside all over your sight makes everything no less onto the point of peak-arousal, and it’s just the epitome of perfection.

Thanks to the added lubrication of the lube you’ve squirted inside her snug hole, it became easier to thrust inside her as every time you do, groans of pleasure escape both your mouths as you opt for better pace and the quality of each thrust doubling. You aim to really fuck the living grudge and bitchness out of her and you know how your cock can make Rei submit onto you as the harsh grip of the bed sheets and her screams of delight says enough. You then peppered her neck with affectionate kisses, maintaining the arousal soaring in the air as you mount your arms under her armpits and grasping her shoulders, wanting the get the better leverage onto fucking her snug hole and to further hear the symphony of moans escaping her sinful mouth.

“See, Rei—if you’re not going to be this harsh on me, this w-would be this damn easy, right?”

Rei, even though with your entire length hammering her asshole, still manages to articulate such words and be the bitch that you’ve been despising her for. “J-Just—gahh—shut the f-fuck up and fuck my a-ass—ahh, it’s too good!”

Constant spanks reverberate around the puny room as her buttcheeks now shades a familiar rosy hue, marking your harshness towards her. You quicken the pace and with every spank you do, her hole clenches and god, it just becomes unbearably tight yet pleasurable as you did that for the next couple of minutes, aiming to give her the best gratification that she’ll ever feel in her whole life.

Your hands didn’t just stay idle under her arms just for leverage, yet instead, it coursed its way onto her constantly jiggling large mounds as you fondle them, showing her how you wanted them for so long as it further sends her into overdrive and soon, it would be all too much for him, and maybe, for you.

“Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum soon—ahh, f-fuck, keep f-fucking me!”

Of course, she would get off with her digits constantly swiping and aiming for her high while you ram her asshole like there’s no tomorrow. With your focus only averted onto fucking her relentlessly and with the point of no-return, you didn’t even got the chance to see her high got off as she sprays all over the place, screaming in every spurt she does and it’s all just filthy, messy and arousing as fuck. You then rub her clit in order to stimulate her further, and extend her high as you find yourself pumping into her harder, aiming to gape her hole open and to let her know who the real asshole is.

“Yeah, see? Now you can’t think straight with my dick ravaging inside this slutty asshole, hm? You’re such a hypocrite, Rei—you really are.”

Even with the constant struggle of her tightness making your brain go haywire, you manage to degrade and retort back to her and maintain the rapid thrusts in her ass in which, took her seconds to respond as the pleasure was just becoming too much and that was all according to plan.

“Just f-fuck me and s-shut up—ahh, oh god—ahh!”

You hammer your hips hard against her porcelain flesh, the constant clashing of it resonating such sinful sounds that can easily turn on everyone that can eavesdrop their ear upon—gladly, it’s just the both of you who can hear these sinful sounds and being blessed by it. You know your high is about to get near soon, as you can feel it tingling onto your loins and she knows it too—the constant throbbing of your shaft inside her says a lot and little did you know, she has more in store and planned with you…

“Pull out!”

“W-What? What do you m-mean pull o—”

“I meant i-it! Pull t-the fuck out!”

As much as it’s painful to pull out of her tight, snug hole and the mental pain to not paint her walls white while rearranging her guts, you did what she requested you to do, pulling out immediately with a grunt escaping your lips, struggling a little because of her unexplainable tightness.

“Then what the f-fuck do you even want, Rei?”

Rei looks over her shoulders, and then faced you with her semi-drowsy eyes and with still an intimidating glare, and enlightened you, “You need to fuck my tits, now—I want it here and you’ll blow your load all over my face.”

Well, as much as you detest her propositions because of her constant denial of your supposedly-heavenly orgasms, that is an offer you won’t turn down as the soft valley of her pillowy mounds are as pleasurable than any of her holes, all in their respective aspects of defining the gratification it can give and titfucking her would be your guilt pleasure.

“Oh god, just let me cum! Don’t blueball me anymore—I swear…”

“It doesn’t matter—you’ll get off anyway.”

Now, positioning on mounting onto her stomach and laying down your raging length onto the valley of her mounds, she spits into her cleavage as you took the opportunity to lubricate your shaft onto it—not to mention the lube sheathed all over your shaft being helpful too at the moment. You’re really not going to waste any time as your hips ensue a wild pace onto her tits, as the hypnotic bounces of it are just mesmerizing to see, marveling at how perfectly arousing the sight is. Between your thrusts, her tongue desperately tickles the engorged head once it emerges onto the pillowy breasts of hers as each thrust is just aiming to chase your long-awaited orgasm, as you’ve been edged onto it for two times now.

Now holding onto her arms as a leverage onto frantic, desperate thrusts, you quicken the pace like you’re rushing onto something and thank god Rei’s helping you with chasing your own high too—her squeezing her mounds tightly with her arms to aid for the tightness that you always like and the pace of her ensuing a pleasurable pace that adds up to the delightful trajectory of such an incredible friction between the both of you.

There’s no turning back now; not when she moans to encourage your release and soon, it’ll all break loose and won’t be deprived further as suddenly, without even warning her, your slit wasn’t unable to hold anything back, sputtering multiple streaks of your own seed that landed on her neck, chin, her voluptuous breasts and some even on her cheeks as she moaned gracefully because of the warmth of your hard work. You kept thrusting into the valley of her breasts for a while as you chased to extend your orgasm and stopped once it fell out, you then falling limp onto the bed, enervated with what you’ve done with Rei.

The both of you exchanged breaths, chest heaving up and down for air as she faintly smiled at you, not before swiping a sample on her chin with her fingers and tasting, humming soundly right after as it tasted great, as she always expected.

“Not bad… See, the load is much healthier if you’re edged a couple of times…”

“Fuck you, for that—hah…”

Rei’s hands cupped your cheek, and then made you face hers as her smile is now mending the broken bridge between the both of you and most likely, mending your heart as the air now permeates wholesomeness, and it’s just fluttering to see that.

“Maybe I am the asshole for acting like a bitch for like three weeks, hm?”

“If that’s what you assumed…” Now recovered quickly with your own high, you got out of the bed and stood up, preparing to clean up the filthy mess you’ve been into until a voice calls you, making you turn back to see the gleeful Rei back to her original state—a bubbly, pouty one that you always love and that alone, makes the interaction wholesome despite the painted sin all over the bed and both of your bodies.

“You’re not just going to leave me here! Let me clean up too!” Rei pouts cutely on you as you giggled a little, feeling dumbfounded with her cute actions as you helped her get out of the bed, struggling because of the constant ramming you’ve done on her ass that made her legs feel like jelly. “Gosh—I don’t think my legs are working right now—you fucked me so well…”

“Well, I guess all you need is a cock ready to fuck that living bitch out of you, huh”?

Rei lightly punches your shoulder because of your tease, and knowing it didn’t offend her in any way, you just laughed it off as she giggled back, finding it a little hilarious. “Shut up…”

Well, maybe you’ve now cracked the code—Rei just needs a good fucking, rearraging her guts and her attitude is enough to really make her break that stern demeanor she’s been onto for weeks.

And yeah… “Oh no, the udon!”

“You can finish that later, Rei—” You smirk right after, planning onto another mischievous act that will let her know the primal beast inside you, maybe even feeding her more than what any food can do. “—because for now, you can milk another load from me, in your throat—don’t you want that?”

If it isn’t even enough for the both of you…

#kinknuary 2024 #ive smut #naoi rei smut #rei smut #ive x male reader #naoi rei x male reader #rei x male reader

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purple-plum-petals · 2 years ago

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⊱ TWST Dorm Leaders’ Reactions to Overhearing Yuu call them “Hot” ⊰ || Multiple Character Scenario

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover (mentioned), Cater Diamond (mentioned), Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper (mentioned), Vil Schoeinheit, Idia Shroud, Ortho Shroud (mentioned), Malleus Draconia Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Nothing! I also always use the Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, Madols instead of Thaumarks, etc.) in my writing. Genre: Scenario, Fluff, Slight Angst (?), Mutual Pining (Romantic Relationship) Word Count: ~850 words Scenario: When you had asked your companion out loud, “Man, why does your dorm leader have to be so hot?”, you had no idea that said dorm leader was nearby and overheard everything you just said. Author’s Note: This is a small sequel piece to my TWST Characters’ Reactions to Yuu Calling Their Dorm Leader “Hot” simply because I thought it would be cute to do a follow-up on how each of the dorm leaders would react to Yuu admitting they found them attractive. I decided to keep this fluffy and make it so the dorm leaders in turn also found you attractive just to keep things fairly simple. I hope you all like it – thank you so much for your support! 🥰

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Becomes a flustered mess at your words, deciding against walking into the room and interrupting your conversation with the person they had been looking for. Their face is red and they feel as though they’re going to implode as their mind replays what you said over and over again. You… really think they’re that attractive? Well, at least they know the feeling is mutual.

· Riddle, Azul, Idia

Well, now isn’t that interesting… He smirks slightly when he overhears the conversation you were having with the dorm mate he had been looking for. He was in a bad mood before, unhappy he had to painstakingly walk around campus to find the person he was looking for, but your words help with boosting his mood (and his ego). Waits for a moment before making himself known, acting as though he didn’t just overhear you call him hot.

· Leona

Immediately starts smiling when he overhears your conversation and, with no hesitation and absolutely no shame, rushes into the room and gives you the biggest hug you’ve gotten in quite some time. Was it rude to eavesdrop and interrupt your conversation? Maybe… but he just couldn’t wait to tell you how much he likes you, too!

· Kalim

Is fully aware of how good-looking he is and wishes you would have said so with a bit more tact, but still finds his heart skipping a beat slightly at your words despite himself. Takes a moment to compose himself before making himself known, acting as though he hadn’t overheard everything you had said. He’d certainly bring up what you said in the future when you two are able to have a… private discussion together. He’s not one to bring up such things in public since he knows that the pressure of other people involved could ruin what would usually be a nice moment.

· Vil

Oh? He doesn’t quite understand what “hot” means in this context but, from your tone alone, he believes that it is most likely a compliment. He’ll need to ask someone later about what exactly that word refers to when referencing someone. Perhaps you were talking about his iconic green-flamed magic? That would be what made the most sense, at least in his eyes.

· Malleus

Even despite knowing how you feel about him and that you at least find him visually appealing, he still doesn’t try to ask you out. He doesn’t feel as though he’s enough for you; his problems with his self-worth put a slight hindrance on your potential relationship with one another. You’ll definitely have to be the one to make the first move; that or Ortho might have to step in which probably isn’t what either of you two want.

· Idia

Doesn’t make a move, not because of self-worth issues, but rather because he has no clue what to do. He’s never really experienced having a crush on someone, let alone someone having a crush on him in return. Tries to discreetly gather information on what to do from Cater and Trey, but they very quickly catch on (poor guy lmao). Thankfully, they give him pretty good advice on what to do; you’ll probably be invited to a private tea party soon so you two can talk about potentially changing your relationship with one another.

· Riddle

Doesn’t make a move because making the first move would leave him in a vulnerable position and, well... he doesn’t like the thought of that possibility. What if you just thought he was attractive and that was it? Plenty of people have complimented his appearance while not necessarily finding his company enjoyable (not that he entirely blamed them). He’ll just step up his flirting game and hope you eventually break and ask him out to which he, after some of his usual teasing, would agree to give the relationship a shot.

· Leona

Easily makes the first move knowing his feelings will be reciprocated. Why wait around when he knows how you feel about him? They would ask you out on a date, each with varying levels of formality. Azul would have an entire three-course, candle-lit dinner prepared for the two of you at Monstro Lounge, being his usual gentlemanly self. Kalim would try his hand at cooking dinner for the both of you (only to be kicked out of the kitchen by Jamil) before taking you for a ride on his magic carpet. Vil would do something a bit low-key and private considering his career as a model and actor, most likely deciding to have dinner and a nice little self-care date at Pomfiore.

· Azul, Kalim, Vil

Instead of asking someone else about the meaning of your words, he would decide to ask you directly what you meant when you said he was “hot” as well as apologize for unintentionally eavesdropping on your conversation. Oh, so you weren’t referring to his fire magic but rather his appearance? He can’t help but smirk at your bold declaration and tell you that he, too, finds you to be quite attractive. He’ll definitely start properly courting you now that he knows your feelings toward each other are mutual.

Malleus

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pagannatural · 9 months ago

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1.16 Shadow

-This is going to be long-winded

-Sam snaps at Dean for talking about a woman rather than focusing on him the case. Like REALLY snaps.

-he gives Dean attitude again for flirting at the bar and looks hurt and tired

-Sam sees Meg and thinks That’s suspicious maybe this is a lead. Dean sees Sam talking to Meg and thinks Oh god oh no oh fuck shit shit he’s leaving me fuck it’s me or her oh jesus god no

-Sam is very focused on Meg during their initial conversation because she’s a lead. Dean misreads the fuck out of this and stares between them uneasily, clearing his throat, until Meg says Sam told her about him.

He’s psyched to hear this. He’s so happy Sam talked about him. Sam, however, is nervous about getting caught emotionally cheating on Dean by talking to Meg about their relationship issues when they were fighting.

-Dean starts in the second they leave the bar with “who the hell was she” which is exactly what a cheated-on wife would say. Dean is mad that Sam talked shit about him to someone else but mostly he’s scared that there’s “truth to what she was saying” and asks “am I keeping you against your will?” They’re both so desperate to be chosen by each other.

Sam reacts with genuine indignation and says “no, of course not.” He asks Dean to listen to what he’s saying and Dean finally does.

-Then of course Dean makes a series of dirty jokes about Sam being interested in her, at one point glancing openly at Sam’s dick which

like, I-

???

He pushes his jokes farther than he needs to because this thing with Meg really got to him. It’s different this episode than his usual teasing because there’s anger behind it. He’s fixating on Sam’s sex life and making himself a part of it as much as possible. If Dean is in Sam’s head about it it’s like he’s part of it too. There’s also an element of passive aggression, like Hey if I’m keeping you and you want to be with her go right ahead.

-This is his face at the end of their phone call later, when Sam says “bite me” and Dean says “No, bite her” which is all kinds of psychosexual and jealous and Sam hangs up on him.

He is not having a fun lighthearted time. He’s trying to act flippant about Meg but Sam really hurt his feelings.

-He shoots Sam this jealous look while teasing him yet again in a way neither of them enjoys

Dean you are the bad girl. You’re the sharpshooting fuck-the-police real-tough-cookie-with-the-whiskey-breath killer-and-a-thriller bad bitch in his life.

-They have their most intense fight yet this episode because Sam tells Dean that when this is over he will go back to school.

-For context, this conversation comes right after Dean tries to call John and gets his voicemail yet again. It comes a few episodes after Sam told John that Dean was dying, also over voicemail, and he never called. Sam still needs to rebel against their dad, and Dean is proposing that they all three work together. Sam is in this when it’s just him and Dean but he’s been working hard to keep some distance from Dean so that he can leave when they’ve finished their mission.

Sam really can’t join Dean and John without smothering the side of himself that needs to belong and be respected. And he and Dean can’t really belong to each other with their dad around. The three of them hunting together doesn’t work and Sam knows that. Part of that is because Dean always follows John’s orders. And maybe part of that is Sam’s too-strong feelings for Dean.

-Sam says “there’s gotta be something you want for yourself” and Dean says “I don’t want you to leave the second this thing’s over.”

Just to rephrase this exchange is

Sam: what do you want for your life

Dean: I want you to stay

and they look like they’re in another rom com

Dean asks him why he thinks he wanted Sam with him in the first place. Sam doesn’t understand. He really thinks Dean just wanted his help to complete the mission of finding John and killing the demon.

Dean says yeah, “But it’s more than that, man.” And Sam looks at him sooo intensely. It seems like Dean is going to confess, and I wonder what Sam thought in this moment. The inclusion of John makes it seem less like they’re desperately in love, and is often the only thing making it seem like anything other than desperate yearning for each other.

Dean says he wants the three of them to be a family again. Sam says “We are a family, I’d do anything for you.” Dean reacts with this miserable look of hope only when Sam says “I’d do anything for you.” Anything?

“but things will never be the way they were before.” Sam says “when this is all over you’re gonna have to let me go my own way.”

This is Dean’s worst fear, and for the rest of the season at least he is operating on the belief that Sam wants to leave him.

-Sam saves himself, Dean, and John from the shadow demons. Dean and John help each other out of the building with Sam trailing close behind them. This is probably what Sam has felt like his whole life- like he’s trying to catch up to Dean and John, who are ahead of him, helping each other, and just out of reach.

Sam tells John “I’ve got to be a part of this fight,” begging not be left behind yet again.

-It’s revealed in this episode that Dean cares about his family, and especially Sam, more than he cares about anything else, and that Sam didn’t know that. This is the first time Dean’s actually said it. It changes things for Sam because he starts to see Dean more clearly. He’s still clinging for dear life to the possibility of going back to college. Even though he never really fit in and he needs Dean like water.

-Dean doesn’t get any resolution here, and he won’t for a while.

#samdean #supernatural #spn meta #wincest #spn 1x16

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stuffyflowers · 1 month ago

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Ok payback for last one I'm gonna pay you to yap now

Sans/Toriel, Ceroba/Alphys, Starlo/Dalv (Because I'm evil)

Oh, and Sona/Ceroba. I'll give you some respite after throwing in the one I know you hate :3c

Finally back from touching sand and playing with friends I can answer these

Sans and toriel is like staroba to me I honestly don’t care if it’s romantic or not I just think they’re so important to each other regardless of how you personally see em. So makes sense n compels me. Don’t have much more to say honestly no notes. um shoutout to that moment in the pacifist ending where sans steals her phone and pretends to be her im thinkin abt it again,, they’re so cute guys ]: )

Ceroba and alphys is the definition of makes no damn sense but compels me. Like the chances of either of them voluntarily being in the same room as each other for any amount of time is sooo unlikely but ‘women who project their self loathing onto each other bc they recognise their own faults and mistakes in them’ is my favourite ship dynamic right now it’s so good. Obviously alphyne and cerobas friendship with starlo is the healthiest outcome for each of them in their respective pacifist endings but what if they just made each other worse forever and ever actually 💖 Be each others outlet for their own guilt, drag each other further down into a self destructive pit, forever believing they are rotten to the core and no one could ever forgive or understand them… um!

🌽 yaoi booooooo 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅boooooooo🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅utdr fans we need to set higher yaoi standards there’s so much we could be cooking here but the one we’re latching onto is ‘guys who spoke to each other exactly once and have absolutely nothing interesting going on’ yaoi bc haha funny name + only (shippable) men in the main uty cast let’s be real here. Random thing that makes me lol when I think abt it is they’re literally standing as far away from each other as possible at all times in the one scene they’re actually in together like bros…….. there is nothing here. Sorry + no sense + not compelling + go ship starlo/el bailador or something instead im begging

Sonaroba obviously very similar boat to alphys and ceroba. My beloved trio of women who make mistakes that hurt people while trying to help/protect them. Sonaroba is even more interesting to me bc sona is essentially a worse-case-scenario ceroba: she never had that community to pull her out of her spiralling and grow as a person, she controls almost everyone. Staying this stagnant for as long as she has also means she’s even more stubborn than ceroba, too: ceroba is able to see the error in her thinking as soon as martlet is actually given the chance to reason with her, meanwhile sona in the imperfect endings doubles down on her initial perception of the monsters even when she acknowledges beforehand that she was wrong. She just can’t accept it. There’s so much to dig into 4 kcy. How would sona react to finding out what ceroba did, and how similar it is to her situation? Is there a mutual understanding that forms between them after they come clean to each other or does ceroba just become sonas scapegoat, “See? Monsters can’t be trusted! They will lie to and deceive you just to get what they want!” Would ceroba try to save her after the truth comes out by reasoning with her, even in the imperfect ending where she turns all of her friends into humans against their will?? What’s the limit for how far she’s willing to go to save a fucked up reflection of herself? Augh. Anyway. It’s a “kind of makes sense in the context of kissy cutie where the entire plot revolves around getting monsters to date frisks shitty racist aunt but probably not in any other context + COMPELS ME‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️”

#I knew someone would ask me about the 🌽 just to hear my bi monthly complaining abt it #sandwiched it in between peak yuri and peak yuri I hope that offsets my bitterness LOL

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maul-of-shame · 3 days ago

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Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I also saw people hating the thought of Elrondriel, but they were quick to pair Galadriel with Adar. Their logic? Elrond is her friend, ergo it would be cliché to make him fall in love with Galadriel, because friendship should stay as friendship, and nothing else. Okay??? But it's perfectly fine and better to ship her with her enemy, again? Sauron, yes, Adar, yes, but not Elrond? What gives?

(I'm not against these ships btw, just calling out the double standard.)

Is there actually something wrong with a deep friendship that slowly and gently turns into something more? No, there isn't anything wrong with that, and no, Galadriel and Elrond are not acting like brother and sister. There's a stark difference between the Galadriel/Finrod moments and the Galadriel/Elrond scenes.

[TW: Rant again cause I'm on a roll and on fire X'DDD]

I’m so very glad you brought this up because I’ve been seeing this exact double standard floating around too, and I just cannot with it.

Look, I’m not against Adar/Galadriel (I do enjoy Adariel, haven't interracted with it yet but I can see the appeal) or any ship—go ahead, ship whatever you want!

But this logic? It’s the epitome of “I like this, but not that, and here’s a completely arbitrary reason why.”

So, let me get this straight: the moment you make Elrond and Galadriel’s friendship into something more, it’s suddenly cliché, right? Because friendship should stay friendship?

But it’s totally fine for Galadriel to get into bed with a literal ancient evil, Sauron himself or any other Dark Lord?

The irony is just delicious.

You can ship her with the very embodiment of darkness and corruption, but if Elrond, who’s always been a close and trusted ally to Galadriel, even looks at her with something other than a platonic gaze, suddenly it’s all “cliché,” “too much,” “not original.” It’s almost like they’re pretending not to see the clear bond between Galadriel and Elrond—one of mutual respect, understanding, shared history, and deep care for each other’s well-being.

That, to me, is exactly what a slow-burn, deep love is built on.

Repeat it with me people: There’s nothing wrong with friendship turning into something more when it's built on real, solid emotional connection. It’s organic, it’s human, and honestly, it’s beautiful. There’s depth in that kind of love.

But then the moment you try to pair Galadriel with Elrond in this context, it’s somehow wrong or “too easy”? It’s hilarious.

Sure, throw her into an emotionally abusive, manipulative situation with Sauron or any dark lord because they’re enemies and the tension of that makes things "interesting".

[ Side note: If you have to resort to emotionally abusive, manipulative situations to make your character’s journey "interesting" or "complex," then maybe the problem isn’t with the character, but with the way you’re writing them.

Like, seriously, there are so many other ways to create depth and tension in a story without dragging a character through the mud and having them suffer for no reason other than to generate conflict. This isn’t 101 on how to build an interesting plotline—it's just lazy writing with a side of drama for the sake of drama. I mean, sure, you can throw a character into situations where they have to face tough choices or grow through adversity, but that doesn't mean you need to abuse them emotionally, manipulate their trauma, or throw them in the path of dark lords and villains "just to create tension".

That’s a shortcut, not depth.

There’s a difference between character growth through adversity and the kind of plot that thrives on pain and suffering for the sake of shock value.]

But when it comes to Elrond, a guy who’s clearly been there for her, supporting her—genuinely supporting her from the start—it’s somehow "too convenient"?

Why? Because it’s "friendship", and “we don’t want that to ruin the purity of their bond.” As if Galadriel herself wouldn’t be the first to want the peace and comfort that someone like Elrond could give her, after everything she’s been through.

To me, it's not about them suddenly becoming these romantic figures in one swoop; it’s about the rich layers that develop naturally between them. Their relationship is built on history, respect, and even some shared grief. Galadriel isn't just falling for anyone with a pretty face—she’s looking at someone who’s been her rock, who understands the weight she carries, who’s seen the darkness within her, and who never once turned away.

That’s real intimacy, not forced or contrived.

It’s the slow warmth that grows over time from knowing someone deeply. Why is that so hard to believe?

And let’s get one thing straight—this whole “they’re like brother and sister” comparison? Nope. I’m sorry, but no.

There’s a huge difference between the deep connection Galadriel has with Finrod and the one she shares with Elrond. Finrod’s relationship with Galadriel is one of family, and while it’s incredibly tender, it’s not the same kind of connection that Elrond and Galadriel share. Their dynamic is a different kind of love—one that isn’t defined by familial bonds but by friendship, mutual respect, and eventually, yes, romantic potential.

People will sit there all day saying, “Elrond is like a brother to Galadriel,” but then, when Sauron LITERALLY takes the form of her DEAD BROTHER, trying to manipulate her and pull her to the dark side (again, literally using her brother's face to corrupt her), somehow that doesn’t even raise an eyebrow?

I mean, we’re supposed to believe that it’s fine for Sauron to impersonate Finrod’s image, playing on Galadriel’s grief and vulnerabilities, yet Elrond is “like a brother”?

A brother???!!!!!

Galadriel's actual brother’s face was hijacked by the dark lord, and she didn’t fall into the abyss of despair, but Elrond sharing an emotional, deep connection with her over centuries is “too much” for some people? Make it make sense.

It’s the perfect example of how people are willing to turn a blind eye to the most manipulative, abusive moments in the story when it involves characters they don’t want to see paired together. But when it comes to Galadriel and Elrond? Suddenly, they’re “siblings,” as if it’s some sort of forbidden, untouchable relationship that would “ruin” everything about her. But Sauron literally impersonating her brother to emotionally manipulate her and "be in love with her"? Sure, no problem, no issues there.

It’s like they’re treating Galadriel’s trauma and grief as a plot device for Sauron’s evil schemes, but when Elrond—someone who truly cares for her and has always been by her side—is involved, suddenly it’s too close, too uncomfortable, and “off-limits.” Talk about double standards here again, where emotional manipulation by the villain is fine and dandy, but a slow-burn, actual partnership rooted in respect and shared history is somehow crossing a line.

It’s truly mind-boggling.

You can’t claim one thing and then completely ignore the depths of manipulation and trauma inflicted upon Galadriel when it’s convenient.

That’s where we draw the line: when the logic is selective and clearly biased. If we're going to look at Galadriel’s relationships and her emotional depth, let’s actually consider the nuance, the growth, and the potential for her to be loved and cherished, not just used or placed into situations where her suffering is the point.

To me, Elrond and Galadriel’s connection is one of mutual respect and understanding, not some weird brother/sister complex. And if Sauron can masquerade as Finrod and nobody bats an eye? Then there's absolutely no reason for people to act like Elrond’s connection with Galadriel is some taboo thing. Let her have love, let her be cared for.

Let’s stop pretending that Elrond’s feelings are any less valid than Sauron’s manipulations.

#elrondriel #galadriel #elrond x galadriel #galadriel x elrond #the rings of power #lotr #trop s2 #the rings of power spoilers

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babsybabydrabbles · 2 years ago

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Aloe Vera

Cross-posted to my ao3: Cepheid_Variable

Beetlejuice x Reader: You get sunburned, and Beetlejuice wants to help. Massage + love confessions = smut because duh.

You swore you put sunscreen on. Other people had helped you put sunscreen on. You put sunscreen on. So why the ever-loving-HELL were you burned all over?! Your face, shoulders, and back all burned like a thousand tiny needles were poking into your back. Every single thing that touched you hurt. All you wanted was to get home and sleep. Cool silk sheets sounded absolutely amazing.

You opened the door to your apartment to be greeted by your overenthusiastic roommate, Beetlejuice, jumping on top of you and wrapping you in a bear hug. “I missed you SO much, babes you wouldn’t believe how much I missed you I was so BORED-” He ranted and yelled, but you only responded with a gasp and yelp. He pulled back immediately, knowing those sounds meant pain. “Babes? What’s wrong? Wait why is your face all red oh my god did you get slapped or some shit babes did you get in a fight cuz that’s super badass but I mean are you okay oh my-” You put your hand over his mouth. The concern was cute, but goddamn it was annoying sometimes.

“I got sunburned, Beej. Calm down. It just hurts if you put pressure anywhere on… this.” You turned around to show him your fiery back, and he grimaced.

“That looks… not fun.” He grumbled. You nodded. Sighing, you stretched your arms above your head.

“I need to head to bed, BJ. I’m exhausted from being out in the sun all day long. If you need me, I’ll be bathing in ice cubes and aloe for the rest of the day,” you groaned. Heading towards your room, you felt an icy cold hand on your shoulder. You hissed, and then melted into the feeling.

“Y’know I’m dead, right? I could cool ya off if y’know what I mean,” he said with a wink. You chuckled, and leaned into his hand. “What’s this aloe shit you were talking about?”

***

Holy. Fucking. Cheeseballs. Who knew that Beetlejuice, the loudest, clingiest, scariest pervert in the world could give massages? His cool hands and the aloe gel combined were so soothing and you felt like you were going to sink right into a deep sleep.

For context, Beetlejuice had grabbed the bottle of aloe gel as soon as you had spoken, snapped you into your bed (complete with silk sheets - pretty sure you didn’t own those before) facedown with shorts and a tank top. He was settled above you, knees on either side of your hips, gently smoothing the gel into your burn. Every time he pressed against a bundle of muscle, you had to hold back embarrassingly loud groans. After an hour of discomfort this was an absolute godsend. His rough but cool hands smoothed over the center of your back, making your eyelids flutter. You sank into the bed with every movement, falling into a sleepy trance. It was so quiet, only the sounds of you breathing and Beetlejuice concentrating. He pressed up against a particularly hard knot in your shoulder, and you hissed under your breath.

“Ah, sorry, angel. Lemme try and get this knot out,” Did he just call me angel? That’s adorable. He worked his thick fingers between the muscle, kneading it out gently. You felt the release throughout your whole neck, and you let out an unabashed moan.

“Oh, holy shit, Beej, that feels so good,” You whispered breathily. He paused in his ministrations, and then continued again. More small whimpers escaped you as the relief flooded through your veins. You heard Beej’s breath stutter behind you. “What’s up, BJ?” You asked, confused.

“Uh, nothin’ angel, I just - I mean I uh…” He trailed off. Okay, seriously, what’s wrong with him? You began to turn over as he spoke, causing him to shift above you. “Maybe you just need to stop makin’ those noises, babes. They’re, uh, not exactly PG, huh?” He chuckled weakly. Your face lit up like a firecracker, seeing his bright pink hair and hearing his words. You noticed that he was being all shifty, wiggling back and forth, and-

Oh.

A very prominent bulge pressed into your stomach where Beej sat. He realized that you realized that he had an… issue, and he blushed a bright green. He began stuttering and moving off of you, trying to hide his face.

“Uh, sorry babes, I’ll just, uh, go now, uh, I’m so sorry, I-” he stuttered out, hair turning yellow and purple. Your heart broke at the sight, and you reached out your hand and grabbed his wrist. He stopped in his tracks, looking at you with shocked eyes. What are you doing?!

“Beej, it’s okay. Promise. It was a totally natural reaction, and it was partly my fault,” You chuckled awkwardly, feeling your face heat up even more. What the hell were you supposed to say? “I’m flattered by your obvious boner because I am totally down to fuck”? “Actually it’d be great if that was caused by me because I like you an unhealthy amount for a dead roommate”? So. Screwed. You looked up to his face, seeing that his eyes were glued to your hand. “Honestly, Beej, it’s kinda, uhm, flattering.” His head whipped to yours as you turned your face into the pillow. What the shit are you doing?! He’s going to think you’re such a weirdo!

“Babes?” You shook your head. “Angel, c’mon, look at me.” You whined and shoved your face deeper into the pillow, muffling a pitiful ‘no’. “Angel,” He said, a little more forcefully, “Look at me.” You shook your head again. You felt a hand grabbing your chin, pulling it to look at him. You whined in protest, scrunching your eyes shut. You heard a growl from above you. All the sudden, lips were on your lips and your eyes flew open in surprise. Beetlejuice met your gaze, pulling away slowly.

“Babes, I need you to look me in the eye and tell me you meant what you just said. Because if you did, I’m gonna rock your world so hard you’re not gonna walk straight for a week,” His hair was almost a forest green, so he meant business. You blushed at his words. “Cuz I really like you, dollface. More than just your sweet ass or your nice rack,” Okay, really? I thought this was going to be sweet? “I like you. The you that worries about me when I’m out and I do the same for. The you that cooks for me even though I can’t eat and doesn’t get mad when I put bugs in your hair. I really, really like you, angel.” He finished and took a deep breath, sitting back on his haunches above you. He nodded as if to say ‘Done with that bullshit’. He looked down at you and cocked his head, raising an eyebrow. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Everything is about to change.

“I mean it, BJ. I really really like you a lot, too. And I would be flattered if you rocked my wo-” Not even letting you finish, he cut you off with a kiss. His hands roamed up your sides, gently caressing your shoulders. He kissed down your neck, leaving marks as he went. He bit down, causing you to gasp. Your hands snuck to his hips, where you grasped at the soft flesh. One hand wandered to his crotch and palmed against his boner. He groaned and rested his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve imagined this, babes.” He whispered breathlessly. You ran your unoccupied hand through his magenta hair, smiling at the effects you’d caused. “Like what you see, dollface? I sure do. Maybe, though…” His fingers pulled at the edge of your tank top. “I could see more?” You nodded. With a snap, both of you were completely naked, and his cock seeped onto your bare stomach and hand. You squealed and your face turned dark red. I thought he meant just my TOP!! Beej just laughed at your reaction. You scowled.

“Two can play at that game, mister,” You growled. Before he even had a chance to react, you squeezed and jerked his dick. Hard. A high-pitched strangled moan squeaked its way out of Beej’s throat, and he slammed his head into the mattress beside you. You heard a very jumbled ‘fuck’ beside you, followed by a loud whine. You giggled softly, continuing to stroke him. He growled at your amusement to his reaction, pulling back to look you in the eye.

“Dick.” He muttered.

“Mine.” You responded, squeezing him again. He squeezed his eyes shut, groaned, and pulled out of your grasp. You pouted, but he ignored you. Grabbing your calves, he lifted them over his shoulders and pressed his mouth to the inside of your knee. You whined, and he bit down in protest, sucking and leaving a dark mark. He kissed his way down your thigh, nibbling and biting as he went. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin right next to your entrance, making you gasp. He gently stroked his fingers through your slick. Pumping one and then two fingers into you, he rubbed your clit with his thumb. You jolted, and he responded by making a ‘come hither’ motion and you moaned. He brought his fingers to his mouth, holding your gaze the whole time. His hair was dark magenta as he licked and slurped the wetness he gathered. He smirked.

“Sweet lil’ pussy’s so wet for me, huh, doll? A dead guy really gets ya goin’ that much?” You huffed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Not so much of an angel now, huh?” You went to grab his hair to pull him down, but he caught your wrist. “Not so fast, babes,” He chuckled. With yet another snap, you were on your forearms and knees, fully displayed for Beetlejuice. You squeaked and tried to lift yourself up, but his hand met the back of your neck, pushing you back down. “Stay right there, babes. Damn, that’s a pretty image,” He spoke, stroking and squeezing your ass.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You muttered bitterly. I mean, c’mon! I wanna see him too! You heard a camera shutter. “Hey!”

“What? I’m just doing what you told me to,” You could hear the fucking smirk. You wiggled your hips just slightly, and his cool hand left your neck to stroke up and down your heated back. “Like you’re blushin’ all over for me, babes.” With no warning, he shoved two thick fingers into your entrance, curling them to hit your g-spot perfectly. You arched your back and reached your arms above your head to grab the pillow, moaning and whining. “There she is. Perfect lil’ kitten. Ready for the big finale, babes?” He leaned up to whisper in your ear, biting and sucking the hollow of your neck. You nodded. He chuckled. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“Please, Beej,” You whined. He shook his head, pulling back as he curled his fingers again.

“Please what? I’m not a mind-reader, babes.” You growled at him, but it became strangled when he twisted his hand in just the right way.

“Please fuck me ‘til I can’t walk straight, please BJ I nee-” He wrapped one hand around the front of your neck, effectively cutting you off. He pulled you up slightly, just enough so that there’s pressure against your windpipe and your back is arched perfectly. He rutted against your entrance, sliding against your slit and brushing your clit with each pass. Your thighs jolted, and your hips leaned back onto him. Slowly, he pushed until he was fully inside you, and you both let out a sigh of relief. It felt so right. You turned your head in Beej’s grasp and met his lips in a searing kiss. You circled your hips against his and he growled. With one hand grasping your neck and one on your hip, he began to thrust slow and deep. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder and grabbed at his hair with your hands.

His thrusts became faster and faster and before long you were back facedown on the mattress, Beej’s erratic thrusts shoving you down. Both his hands bruised your hips and you let him use you.

“Fuck, kitten, I can’t last much longer,” He groaned. You shook your head (well, as much as you could while being pushed into the mattress).

“Me neither, Lawrence.” Full stop. It felt like time froze completely.

“What did you just call me?” He growled in your ear.

“Isn’t that your name? Lawrence?” He moaned, and you felt his dick twitch inside you.

“Again.”

“Lawrence,” you moaned. He thrusted once, as deep as he could go. “Fuck! Lawrence,” you yelled. He did it again, harder. “I can’t - fuck, wait -” He continued. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter. You weren’t going to last much longer. “Shit, oh my - please, please -”

“Perfect lil’ kitten, ah shit - love you so much -” He growled into your ear. He leaned back, rolling his hips a few more times.

“Dammit! Fuck - love you - Beetlejuice!” You screamed as you finished. He pulled out at the last second, spilling his seed all over your back as he groaned. A camera shutter echoed throughout the room. You scowled over your shoulder at his cheeky grin. “Clean me up, asshole.” You grumbled, collapsing onto your stomach. He laughed and demon-magicked it off. He climbed up to lay beside you, pulling you to lay on his chest. You wrapped a leg over his in an effort to get even closer.

“Did you mean it?” You whispered, not quite meeting his eyes. He made a small ‘hm?’ in response. “Do you really love me?” He tensed. “Because I love you. And I’d hate if that wasn’t reciprocated,” You got quieter with every word. He lifted your chin to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course I meant it, angel. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d be an idiot not to fall in love.” He whispered back. With a smile on both faces and a satiated sexual appetite (for now), the two of you took a nap. The details of your relationship could be discussed later.

For now, cuddles with the Ghost with the Most.

#beetlejuice x reader #reader #smut #drabble #beetlejuice

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honeybeefae · 2 years ago

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Valentine's Mini Fic // Cassian

Okay, this one is full of cuteness and fluff, I promise! Enjoy this Valentine’s fic with our favorite general :)

WARNINGS: None

Prompt: Meet-Cute

After setting the last box down in your bedroom you take a big sigh of relief, falling back onto your bed to finally relax after a long day of moving. It was already dusk, the stars just starting to wake from their slumber as you basked in the freedom of having your own space for the first time.

You didn’t have much in terms of possessions, working full-time at your parent's flower and herb shop didn’t exactly make you the most money, but you were happy.

The pinks and purples of the sky cast a dreamy glow across your room as you stood and started to unpack. You had work tomorrow, and as much as you wanted to rest, you knew it would never get done if you left all of these boxes. Clothes were first followed by your bathroom things and then your books and personal items, all sorted neatly into their new space.

By the time you were almost done, the moon was already high in the sky and the streets below filled with laughter and life. You took a break and peeked over the balcony in your living room, leaning against the metal bars as you took in the sights and smell of the city below you.

This was one of the reasons that you chose this apartment. It had a view others would kill for, a front seat to the Rainbow of Velaris. As soon as you had stepped out on this balcony you had asked for the rental papers, imagining yourself lounging out here and creating art of your own.

One of your hands comes up to rest your head on as you take a deep breath of the salty air, closing your eyes in serenity.

“Well, well, well, I didn’t know I was getting a neighbor.” A husky voice says from your left, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. You whirl around in that direction, your eyebrows raising when you look at who it was.

Cassian, General Commander of High Lord Rhysand’s armies, was looking you up and down as your mouth parted in shock. He was a legend, the stories of his battles and training known all across Velaris along with the Spymaster Azriel. You had seen brief glimpses of them in a bar called Rita’s, though you stayed on your side with your friends.

The landlord had told you when you signed the papers that your neighbor was gone often and shouldn’t give you any trouble but failed to mention it was the right-hand man to the High Lord of the Night Court.

“Do you speak or does my reputation precede me?” Cassian smirked, his tan body leaning against his own balcony.

“No, I do, sorry.” You fumbled, your fingers nervously gripping the edge of your loungewear as you try to force an easy smile on your face. It wasn’t convincing at all.

“Relax…” He waited for your name.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Cassian repeated, your name rolling off his lips like honey. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know, it’s just,” You bit down on your lip, screaming at yourself in your head to get a grip. “I didn’t expect you to be my neighbor. I thought you would have your own place up there.”

He chuckled when you pointed to the House of Wind, shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck. “That’s not for me, kid. Too many people there for my comfort level.”

You nodded, understanding the need to be on your own, and decided to give him the privacy he wanted. If what the landlord said was true, you knew he came here for space.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you, sir.” You began only to jump slightly when his loud, deep laugh sounded out across the entire street.

“Sir? I didn’t realize I had been knighted, Y/N.” Cassian teased, enjoying the way he kept making a blush rise to your cheeks. “If we are going to be neighbors, you don’t have to be so formal. No one calls me sir, well, unless they’re in a very different situation.”

The lowering of his tone gave you enough context to know what exactly he was implying and it made you turn fifty shades redder. You knew he had a reputation for being a flirt, having seen with your own eyes the many, many girls he took him at the bar. However you never, ever thought you would be on the receiving end of it.

“Right, well, Cassian,” You said while standing straight, licking your suddenly dry lips. “I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your evening. It was nice meeting you.”

He grinned from ear to ear at your subtle check out of him. There was something about you, something hidden, that was calling to him like a siren. Cassian knew you had both just met and that it was impossible to form a connection that quickly, but he knew for the rest of tonight he would be replaying this conversation in his head.

As you reached for the doorknob he cleared his throat, your head turning towards him in question. Cassian leaned forward and offered you a sly wink, saying, “It was very nice to meet you too, Y/N. I hope to see you again soon.”

You bit down on your tongue as hard as you could to resist squealing, choosing to give him a polite smile as you hastily stepped inside and shut the door behind you. The apartment air was cool against your flushed skin as you ran a hand down your face, both cursing how stupid you sounded while also giggling like a teenager over his last sentence.

“I hope to see you again too, Cassian.” You whispered into your empty living room, butterflies filling your stomach as you went back to unpacking while daydreaming about the general next door.

#acotar #cassian x reader #cassian #cassian acotar #cassian x reader acotar #acotar fluff #acotar imagine #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #velaris

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 1 year ago

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It’s quite incredible how many people suddenly come out slamming Israel. They claim to want to support Palestine but it’s just the “woke” “socially acceptable way” of expressing the age old hatred of Jews. They claim that the Israelis are occupying and should leave but my question is where should they go? Nobody else wants them. Where do they find a home?

Remember when Antifa thugs were declaring people to be "Nazis" so they could punch them? The same people are either remarkably silent, or worse, actively defending or even encouraging, terrorist violence against Jews and Israel. Literally taking the side of the Nazis.

Don't forget, there are still people who think the 9/11 attacks were completely justified.

This Babylon Bee post is parody, of course, but the reason it works is that it's so realistic.

[ Link: The Babylon Bee ]

What we've also seen is the mask really drop from the "right side of history." People who gave the anodyne Motte defence of "decolonization" have really come out swinging with the violent Bailey.

They're actively saying "this is what we meant."

https://www.thefp.com/p/this-is-what-decolonization-looks

Meanwhile, the ersatz activists of Hollywood and Silicon Valley are eerily quiet. The people who turned the Ukrainian flag into their avatars, those who worry about misgendering and triggering and safe spaces, those who insist words are violence (those for whom violence is apparently not violence)—they’re busy ignoring all this. We should listen closely to these latter-day Bolsheviks and their many enablers. They are being honest. They are saying exactly what they believe and what they want to see happen.

As I've said time and time again: believe them when they tell you what they're up to. Stop moderating it because it sounds awful, and you assume they must really mean something less appalling. If you're genuinely unsure, press them to be specific.

There are two things you can take away from this horror.

It's never "just about" something benign. If it sounds awful, it is. The people saying this are either lying or ignorant. This is akin to apologetics over Islamic doctrine framed as "you're taking it out of context" or "translation problems"; if it sounds like it's advocating violence, it is. Once you talk to an Islamic scholar, they will unapologetically and unashamedly tell you that it's exactly what it means. Same thing.

The people who want to scold you for your lack of adherence to elite luxury beliefs - neo-pronouns, "privilege," accuse of you of being a "Nazi" for having completely mainstream, liberal values, say slogans like "words are violence," "wE'rE LiTeRaLLy dYiNg," call everything "harm" and "danger" - are hypocrites who endorse actual violence, actual antisemitism, actual genocide. You've been duped by manipulative language. You need never feel ashamed or guilty again.

Pay attention who screamed at you that you were a "racist" for thinking The Little Mermaid was pretty shit, overly long, didn't make any sense when they rewrote it with intersectional feminist themes, the actors expressionless, the CGI amateur... who are now studiously saying nothing about those calling for actual genocide. They've shown who they are, they're morally confused, and their righteousness card has been revoked.

If anyone hasn't already peaked by now, I legitimately don't know what else it will take.

As far as answers, I legit don't know. Both claim entitlement based on their ancient superstitions. Both claim to be justified by their gods. Islam is rampantly and inherently antisemitic, so I don't see much long-term ability to co-exist. It doesn't matter that Israel existed before Palestine, and Judaism before Islam, Palestine isn't going to give up, so I suspect Israel would have to. But then, Islam is never satisfied, as it's a supremacist ideology. You can't negotiate with it, you can't reason with it, and you can't capitulate to it or it will simply escalate its demands; if we've learned nothing else from the betrayal of Salman Rushdie, it's that. So Palestine conquering the area would just embolden other Islamic regimes, as well as terrorist organizations like ISIS and Boko Haram which claim the same entitlement.

EDIT: Or all-out war, I guess.

#ask #decolonization #ethnic cleansing #genocide #antisemitism #israel #palestine #religion is a mental illness

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byersfanclub · 2 years ago

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ships aren’t the only things people care about in shows but I think that ppl lately highly underestimate just how important romance is in a story whether you personally care for a romance plot line or not. people like romance whether they realize it or not. it can be as simple as waiting for a character to finally pop the question to another character (proposing) that’s been hinted at, it can be the “ugh, finally” when two characters kiss in a season finale and a whole other array of examples I could use. people may not be into shipping culture the way we are, but ppl are rooting for romances subtly, without even realizing it. people like romance. it keeps you on edge, you want to see the outcome.

which is exactly why I think people have a hard time liking M1lev3n. It’s pretty much “established” from the beginning. There’s no build up to their relationship, there’s nothing really special about them, their romance story is as cliche as it can get and also a play on a super sexist trope within sci-fi “born sexy yesterday” but much more PG since they’re kids. you can’t deny it. mike and el are forced together, mike is a loser nerd that no girls like and (quote by Lucas Sinclair) el is the first girl who isn’t grossed out by him. she doesn’t know anything about the world, she grew up in a lab her entire life up until that point. she barely speaks, she doesn’t know what “friend” means, she doesn’t understand privacy and all the sudden a boy is being sprung in front of her and she doesn’t even UNDERSTAND what romance is and that she could even like/love another person— and he kisses her.

suddenly she vanishes and is yet to be seen for months and they’re suddenly reunited.

there’s no development between them. el only knows what she knows from reruns of old tv shows she watches which are highly dramatizied. again. this is all el can gather about romantic relationship. her and mike do not show any development or maturity in their relationship. all they do is kiss in s3 and suddenly they're broken up for most of the season and for months after the events of s3 end before the byers move away and suddenly she wants to tell mike she loves him back???

at this point, in my opinion, el is hyper fixating on mike since hopper “died”. she needs someone to fall back on, someone that took care of her and she feels (at least somewhat) comfort and safe with. but as we see in s4, mike doesn’t seem to be able to even give her that. I don’t think el loves mike and I don't think mike loves el romantically. they never have. they don’t know what the fuck they're doing. el wants to be a normal teenage girl and mike wants to be a normal teenage boy.

but that isn’t what stranger things is about.

M1lev3n being endgame directly goes against stranger things message. it’s forced conformity.

which brings me back to my point.

this is why the general audience of stranger things doesn’t care about m1lev3n the way m1lev3ns do. they aren’t hardcore shippers, they’re casual, and mike and el give off nothing to be excited about, because el’s storyline was never about romance, it’s about found family.

but who’s storyline was directly tied to romance in s3? Will. “I’m not gonna fall in love.” immediately set Will up to have a romance storyline. The beginning of s4 “I think there is someone he likes” set will up to have a crush. The painting scene directly set will up to HAVE to eventually confess his feelings for mike because mike is inevitably going to find out the truth (if he doesnt already know). will at some point is going to confronted about his love for mike whether you like it or not which is why so many ppl became attracted to byler as a ship after watching s4. with will being confirmed gay and in love with mike, it sets the stage for a newly blooming romance and so much context, subtext in earlier seasons to go back and watch with a new lens. the duffers know what they’re doing, and byler being endgame in s5 means byler has been intentional since the beginning. they have been writing the show, the dialogue, setting the scenes and lighting and set design to directly link back to byler falling in love with each other.

I'll end this off with byler being almost at 400k followers on Tumblr, being the most viewed ship in st on TikTok, the third most popular ship on ao3 and constantly trending on twt.

M1lev3n can barely beat out bower x luigi.

fin.

#byler

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not-a-snowman · 2 years ago

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There is something about Malevolent that feels very videogame-like. I’ve heard it said before by other people, and I’ve thought it myself while listening. I’ve been trying to pinpoint what it is exactly that gives it that feeling, and I think I’ve got a theory as to why that is.

It’s because Arthur Lester is the most active horror protagonist in existence.

…Okay hear me out.

Horror is a genre that has a tendency to produce more passive characters, since in order to keep that sense of fear a character has to be robbed of their agency to some extent. They are being made helpless in the face of whatever horror they’re subjected to, in a lot of cases they are literally disposable. They are trapped and at the mercy of the narrative. They don’t get to make choices.

Malevolent, on the other hand, is all about making choices. Arthur isn’t a powerful person within the context of the story, he is constantly on the verge of death and suffering with the mental fallout that comes with that. He cannot even see and has to be guided by John, a being with motives he doesn’t fully know and who literally controls parts of his body. And despite that, despite the fact that he’s going up against things he can’t even comprehend, despite his path apparently being literally pre-ordained, Arthur Lester has so much agency.

The narrative is at the mercy of HIM.

He’s such a smart character. Not smart in the hyper-competent, all-knowing, scheming way, but smart in how he tackles every situation he comes across. When he’s in a bad situation, he plans his way out. He comes up with multiple plans, talks out their pros and cons, and makes a decision. He doesn’t always make the right choice, but he always makes a choice. A lot of this is because just by the nature of sharing a body with John, he HAS to run every plan by him so they’re both in the know.

Hell even when Arthur is trapped in prison: malnourished, dehydrated, the works, he’s STILL planning.

The inventory™️ is such a recurring element because by the nature of his situation he is always in survival mode and needing to make the most of his situation. Every insurmountable obstacle ISN’T insurmountable, it’s a puzzle waiting to be solved. He just needs the right tools, the right situation, the right information. And god damn he’s going to get it.

And that’s what makes him feel very much like a video game character. Even when he’s not making good choices, even in situations where he doesn’t feel in control, he’s still making a choice. And it always feels like it matters.

TLDR: mental and physical health be damned, Arthur Lester is this story’s fucking reckoning

#malevolent #arthur lester

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withsunlight · 7 months ago

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the morning had seen them following the seemingly unending fence line of an overgrown and fallow field, whatever the wood and wire had meant to protect taken over enthusiastically by tall grasses and wildflowers now ---- another sight that’s equal parts picturesque and a reminder of just how quickly things get overwhelmed. clusters of long stemmed lilac colored coneflowers scattered along the fence’s base continue to catch her eye along the way, apologies offered up with an appreciative lilt every time she insists they stop so she can cut a few to take along with them. ( it’s a silly thing to do, she knows — the flowers will suffer the second she cuts the stems with her pocket knife, and with no vase or cup to put them in, the vibrant petals won’t be the same this time tomorrow. but for the moment, it’s a little piece of something pretty she can take along with them. )

daisy chains and the like were never something she excelled in as a child; london wasn’t exactly a nurturing environment for such things after all, but she’s giving it her best attempt now that they’re taking a break and waiting for the hottest part of the day to pass them by.

“your turn,” she announces with a hum as she kneels down beside him with a kiss to the top of his head and a noticeable brush against his ear that she fails to give context to, save for the fact she's got two of the flowers she'd gathered up earlier prominently tied into her own hair --- the purple of the petals easy enough to spot against the dark colors of both their hair. ( or, he could just have a glance over to pax, since she’s already had a go at accessorizing him too with a little circlet of flowers draped over one ear while he lays panting in the sun a few feet away, fur warm to the touch and his tongue lolling off to the side as he pants happily. )

“well look at you, handsome,” she coos with a grin, reaching out to readjust the bright purple bloom she’d snuck in amongst his dark curls ( along with that kiss --- but there wasn't much sneaking needed for that, really ) a few moments earlier, making sure it’s securely tucked away. there’s no effort to hide how she takes the opportunity to admire her work ( or the pride in knowing what she’s gotten away with, at least for now ), leaning in conspiratorially while sneaking a second kiss just left of his cheek. “don’t go telling pax i said so, but i think you might look better in that color than he does.”

@oftoska ; emmy wanted to put a flower in mal's hair i have no control over her but i am not sorry about it.

#oftoska #verse. › main.#boops u with random soft

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waheelawhisperer · 1 year ago

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For the character building questions. If you did want to answer some for your doctor or an OC.

How about 1, 3, 4, 15, 19, 20, 27, 31 and 42?

I'll do this one for Doctor Waheela. They're in numerical order.

What’s the lie your character says most often?

"I'm fine. I'm okay" (he's not fine)

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

If he's on the landship or in a secure location around people he trusts, Doctor Waheela usually shows his emotions pretty openly. If he's out in the field or around people he doesn't know, he's basically a blank slate. You won't know what he's thinking unless he wants you to.

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Give his backstory, probably decapitation. Prior to his stay in the Chernobog sarcophagus, I'm not sure Doctor Waheela had time for things like "hobbies".

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

Doctor Waheela is a Lupo (a waheela, to be precise - an Elder Lupo variant), so he tends to be pretty friendly and outgoing when he's around people. Obviously, things change a bit depending on social context, but he will generally be nice to anyone who hasn't established themselves as a threat and gets upset when rebuffed or treated curtly.

He needs alone time sometimes, but he generally prefers to be around others, and if he's still isolated once his social battery recharges, he has a tendency to mope. Absolutely will cuddle if given the chance.

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

This actually happened to him during the events of Chapter 7 when he and Kal'tsit were traveling through Chernobog together, and it almost resulted in the two of them trying to kill each other in preemptive self-defense.

I'll go on a tangent and reveal my Doctor's backstory here. My lovely friend @norondor did a lot of the work coming up with it and she deserves a thousand hugs for that because I absolutely love it.

Doctor Waheela used to be an assassin known as the Saberwolf of the Headless Valley (based on the actual, real-life legends of the waheela cryptid) known for appearing out of nowhere in supposedly-secure locations, killing a target, and leaving without a trace except for the decapitated corpse. Prior to the Kazdel Civil War, he had left that life behind in favor of contributing to the sciences, with the intention of healing instead of hurting.

I'm giving a much-abbreviated version of the lore here, but Doctor Waheela eventually made his way to Theresa and Babel, and the necessities of war demanded that he dust off his old skills and start killing again. Theresa used him as, essentially, Babel's attack dog, sending him to eliminate key enemy targets when not commanding troops on the battlefield.

As the war went on, much of his humanity was stripped away, leaving only a ruthless killing machine. Kal'tsit watched and was troubled by this transformation, and her feelings were borne out by his eventual execution of Theresa. She was adamantly against retrieving him from Chernobog, fearing both his capacity for manipulation and his proficiency in combat and assassination. After his awakening, she treated him with even more contempt and suspicion than she treats the Doctor with in canon, viewing the Saberwolf as both an existential threat to all that remained of Theresa and her legacy and a direct personal danger to the people she loved. She hates and fears him in equal measure and is not shy about letting either show.

Unfortunately, this is exactly the wrong way to handle Doctor Waheela after his emergence from the sarcophagus. He's very friendly and open and not all that emotionally mature, so Kal'tsit's hostility hits him pretty hard. He's very hurt by it, especially when the Rhodes Island members he met in Chernobog (mostly) readily accepted him, and doesn't really know how to process those feelings. His forgotten assassin training is also telling him that Kal'tsit is Dangerous, and that combined with the fact that she really obviously hates his guts makes him extremely wary of her.

What this means is that when Rhodes Island started the operation to stop Chernobog from crashing into Lungmen, Doctor Waheela almost refused to team up with Kal'tsit. Once they actually entered the city, he spent most of their journey together wondering if this was the time she was going to move against him and growing more and more agitated, which in turn put Kal'tsit on edge and made her question whether he was going to attack her, which caused the world's worst feedback loop. If not for Kal'tsit's oath to Theresa and the fact that Doctor Waheela simply lacked the physical ability to challenge Kal'tsit at the time, one of them would've died.

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

Doctor Waheela adores Blaze, but he cannot stand the way she fills out paperwork. Same with Skadi.

On the other hand, his relationship with Kal'tsit on a personal level is godawful (to the detriment of everyone around them), but she's really freaking good at her job and they work incredibly well together specifically in crisis situations (they're not great at working together in a day-to-day sense, but when the chips are down, they put all that aside and get the job done)

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

SilverAsh sent him a bunch of bondage gear once. Doctor Waheela just opened the box, looked at its contents, and then carefully closed it back up and forwarded it to Gnosis.

The best one was Mlynar's positive pregnancy test

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

Doctor Waheela's backstory is revealed during the Victoria arc and he's devastated, especially after seeing the impact learning that about him has on the people he cares about. A lot of the people he's close to are very traditionally heroic (think Nearl, Gavial, Saria to an extent, etc.) and knowing he used to be a ruthless killer absolutely destroys them. He basically shuts down, it nearly shatters his relationships with Nearl and Gavial (the two people on Rhodes Island he's closest to), and it takes Texas and Lappland to snap them all out of it (Texas is just kinda like "yeah, that tracks" because she senses something familiar in him despite his affable demeanor and Lappland's response is basically "holy shit dude that's awesome").

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

jk, but there are a lot of solid options here. There's obviously military strategy, but despite being a total himbo under most circumstances, Doctor Waheela is actually an intelligent and capable medical professional. He's an expert neurologist and Originium/Oripathy researcher, as well as a qualified dietician/nutritionist, physical therapist, and personal trainer. He plays a large role in developing the operator training programs Rhodes Island uses and helps his operators develop physical fitness programs tailored to their needs and goals. He's not really an expert on fashion, but he can give a good presentation on how to make sure your cowboy hat, coat/jacket, t-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots all match, as well as how to pick appropriate accessories.

#heela writes

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Sorry to come into your inbox with this but I was wondering if we could spread some love for our Serge Gnabry?

I used to not mind Tuchel but wow that man is really making me raging mad. I can’t believe that he is insulting players in interviews for injuries that they are not at fault for getting. Serge can not be blamed for breaking his arm against Münster, nor for his muscle tendon injury against Frankfurt.

Serge has been with bayern since 2017, Tuchel only since March 2023 -not even a full year- and has the audacity to pull a “Serge who? Serge who? Ah, Gnabry.” The journalist literally said his name like two seconds before that (while tuchel interrupted him in the middle of the question for “just a quick joke”)

I swear this man is going to ruin the club, bringing the moral down and showing no respect for the players.

Hi anon! We can absolutely give Serge some well-deserved love. I adore our gourmet chef ❤️ Not only is he lethal on the ball, but he’s a genuinely good guy with an impeccable fashion sense to match. It’s hard not to love the guy!

I feel like with every match, I’m getting more and more frustrated with Tuchel; that’s probably no secret 😅 I want team stability after Nagelsmann’s shock sacking as much as anyone, but I don’t think TT’s really steadying this squad, at least not in any noticeable way. In fact, they’ve looked shakier than I’ve seen them in a long time. I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way.

9 times out of 10, injuries are out of a player’s control. Footballers want to do what they love most—football—and most of them would do anything to avoid jeopardizing that. That’s definitely the case with Serge. His injuries were not his fault in the slightest.

I can’t know the intentions behind Tuchel’s “joke,” but it did come off a little mean-spirited to me. And who knows? Maybe he didn’t mean for it to. But it’s hard not to feel like it’s just another sign of the times. First we had to stomach Tuchel starting Thomas Müller on the bench nearly every match. Then it was the sloppy performances in recent matches. Then came the costly loss against Leverkusen, which showed so perfectly just how deep the cracks in our beloved club had become. And now we’ve got him joking about Serge’s absence due to injury? It just feels like one thing after another these days. I can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on in that dressing room, if this is how TT already treats the players when they’re not around. Serge deserves so much better. Like you said, he’s been with us since 2017 and has given his all for the club. He didn’t ask to be injured; I’d fact, I’d wager he’s pretty torn up about it, and I’m sure TT joking about it only made him feel worse.

For context, here’s a clip of that moment:

I don’t like to take the easy way out of arguments like this and say “it’s the manager’s fault,” but it’s hard not to feel that way these days. We need a coach who unites the squad, who gives respect to the players and gets it in return. The last thing our team needs in a recovery season like this one is a manager that further divides them, and that’s exactly what we’ve gotten.

Also, you don’t have to apologize at all :) drop by my inbox anytime!

#anon 💖#serge gnabry #fc bayern #fc bayern munich #fc bayern münchen #my asks #football asks

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the-single-element · 1 year ago

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Corpus Christi

In 1978, science fiction writer Philip K. Dick wrote a... "galaxy brain" essay about what it means for something to be "real". I don't mention that essay to endorse its philosophical and theological arguments (like I said, they're pretty out there), but because of a powerful image he uses in the course of that argument: "what if, one night, someone snuck into Disneyland and replaced all the fake things with real things?" It would be apocalyptic, of course. They wouldn't be safe, anymore. They couldn't be controlled. The park would have to close down.

In 2010, historians did a DNA study and concluded that about 1 in 200 men have Ghengis Khan as a direct ancestor. But even if you aren't Genghis Khan, every dug grave returns a body to the earth, returns carbon to the ecosystem - the substance of the dead lives on in the living. We don't need to imagine the gasoline in our cars as the fats of long-dead dinosaurs; our connection to ancient life is much more visceral than that.

...sometimes we need a hug. To hold, or to be held. And sometimes we need to shake something, to punch something. To physically, viscerally express the strong emotions in our hearts. Sometimes verbal expression, intellectual expression, things like that aren't enough to work through our feelings.

Today is Corpus Christi Sunday - the Feast of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ. It's about the Eucharistic bread and wine, and in particular, about one of the most unapologetically supernatural beliefs of Catholics: that in a Sacramental context this bread and wine becomes, in some actual, physical sense (though not normally detectable by the senses), the body and blood of Jesus.

The logic behind this, if it can be called logic, comes straight from what the Good News has to say about Jesus's last meal before the Crucifixion ("this is my body, this is my blood, do this in memory of me"), and especially in John the Evangelist's fiery testimony about the groundwork Jesus had laid for the idea ("for my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink", going so far as to translate it as "τρώγω", as "gnawing"). How exactly this all works metaphysically could be quibbled over for centuries; after all, those arguments have been going on since the time that John put his testimony to papyrus. Some Christians believe it literal and somehow physical - others spiritual or symbolic or metaphorical.

How do we try to make sense of it?

Sometimes, we talk about the Eucharist in terms of spiritual nourishment. "People don't subsist only on bread, but on the words from God's mouth." (And "the Word from God's mouth" is Jesus, says John.)

Sometimes, we talk about it in terms of provisions on a journey. ("Get up, and eat! Lest the journey be too hard for you.")

But here's another angle on it - on the incredible impact of the everyday miracle that today's feast celebrates.

Nobody is eating fruit grown from Jesus's grave.

Nobody has Jesus's DNA on their Y chromosome.

When Jesus was taken up bodily into Heaven, he left the world without a trace. Not only is he no longer present physically, he didn't even leave a physical remnant like anyone else in history might have.

And yet, to reverse this situation, he's given us this completely counterintuitive miracle - so counterintuitive that even in Jesus's own time (so says John) people found it so incomprehensible that it made them give up on the Good News entirely.

Far from being a faraway God, or even a God who is "with us always" in spirit but distant in the physical ways we humans know so well and crave so badly... Jesus breaks into the world each Mass, like Philip K Dick's reverse thief, replacing something temporal with something eternal, something that can stand against any earthly attempt to tame it or smother it out. Giving us his physical presence - to touch, taste, chew - so that he can be with us physically. So that our cells can be slightly more built of his substance. So that his substance can, however slightly, loosen our inhibitions. So that we can "taste and see that he is good".

Sometimes, that's exactly what we need.

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JOSH & MARCUS — DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

location : evening / post-challenge / pool

featuring : @bluemmings @blondcs @inquixotic

context because i’m not posting it all : they all jumped in the pool naked ( except josh bc he’s lame ) after frankie and miles’ bet about who could hold their breath longest, resulting in most of them having to streak. they’re talking about where frankie ran off to, assuming miles, and then discussing miles and frankie together & separately.

JOSH

"he's into you too," he tells marcus, with a nod. "i told him you weren't really interested in guys though, sorry." that's not exactly what he said, but maybe he's trying to push some buttons, see how badly marcus wants it.

MARCUS

marcus can't blame miles for being into him, he's a catch. but josh's statement has him frowning. " just cause i'm not into you doesn't mean i'm not into guys, josh. " he snorts, shaking his head.

JOSH

"sorry, i had no idea. i haven't seen you with any of the ones here, so..." it doesn't bother him, because he finds this all pretty funny.

MARCUS

" i mean, i was with romi from day one so... " not so much a flex anymore but, his point still stands. " i don't think miles thinks i'm straight though, so, it's all good. " god forbid anyone think he's straight.

JOSH

"and obsessed with naomi the rest of the time," he shrugs, filling in the blanks that aren't there. deanna's choosing violence today apparently. "but yeah, you'll be fine."

MALI

she resurfaces for air, brushing her hair off her face, catching josh’s snide remark. “woah there,” she laughs, blinking at the two of them before glancing over at val.

MARCUS

okay... not where he expected this to go at all. " don't know what you mean by that but okay ... " he pulls a face, brows knitting together.

JOSH

"i don't mean anything," he shrugs. "you were with romi from day one, but you kissed naomi a few days ago, so clearly you've had a thing for her for a while there. and then you only mentioned girls yesterday when we were talking about grafting, so."

VALERIE

“well you were all over naomi the other day too, weren’t you?”

MARCUS

marcus didn't actually know that josh knew about his ' kiss ' with naomi, so he does suddenly feel a flush at his cheeks, an uncomfortableness in his stomach. " naomi and i are friends. " he clarifies, this sudden shift making the water feel cold against his skin. " and that's 'cause i'm not into any of the guys... miles is a new guy, that's different. " his brows raise, interested to know what val means by her statement.

JOSH

"yeah," he says, voice growing a little cold, "you two are friends. got it." as if that couldn't be any clearer. josh glances over at val, rolling his eyes a little. as if she didn't have her chance to talk about this earlier, but... "we weren't all over each other," he says, "but we had a moment, yeah." he wants to say more to marcus, but this isn't exactly the crowd for it.

MALI

she sighs, a little annoyed she didn’t catch that herself when she glanced at valerie, smiling lazily at marcus. “he did say he likes trouble.”

MARCUS

" so... what, you ditch naomi for jenny, and now naomi's got dylan you suddenly want her back ? yeah, sounds like trouble to me. "

JOSH

"i never ditched naomi," josh scoffs, lifting himself up to sit at the edge of the pool. he needs to be the one on higher ground. "i basically begged for her back after lying to her about jenny, but she ditched me for dylan. it's not like how you randomly dumped romi after her prick of an ex made you feel bad."

VALERIE

she floats toward marcus, hands resting against his shoulders, massaging them a bit.

MALI

oh. drama. “maybe this is a conversation better had on dry land?” she suggests, more to josh than to marcus — what had he done wrong?

MARCUS

" well, i can't blame naomi for wanting out. " he says simply, 'cause josh shouldn't have done anything with jenny but oh well. he gives josh a look like really? once he brings up the romi stuff, rolling his eyes. he is grateful for valerie, if only to feel like someone's in his corner. " i dumped romi 'cause they fucked maddox without a second thought about me. " he scoffs. " you know full well before that how much i was into her so don't act like i'm the one out of line here. "

JOSH

"alright, well fuck you too, man." josh rolls his eyes. so much for marcus being his friend, but this only basically confirms what he already knew. "you took a break with her because the dejan stuff got too hard. as if she hadn't spent the night crying outside because of that prick. she needed you, and you left her to immediately kiss naomi. i don't even like maddox, and nobody can blame her for doing that. you should be embarrassed by that, dude. i'm embarrassed by what i did to naomi, but i tried to make that right. i'm still trying," he adds. "but romi rather kiss me than naomi wants to kiss you, so... maybe i'm doing something right after all."

MARCUS

" we took a break 'cause neither of us signed up for dejan's shit. she decided to fuck maddox, and i kissed naomi— that was after. " and he doesn't think he'd ever even try it with naomi had romi not fucked maddox in front of him. he is embarrassed by that whole party, from maddox to naomi and everything in between, but he barely has time to linger on it before a scoff escapes him, eyes fixed on josh in disbelief. " romi kissed you ? " he'd like to not be surprised by it. after all, he expected it to happen ages ago, but he can't quite wrap his head around it all of a sudden now it's presented as a fact.

JOSH

“no, because you didn't sign up for it," he argues. "what, you decide you had too much of dejan, so you asked for a break? you think romi could just take a break from her shitty ex being here? you were just looking out for yourself," he fires back, getting heated now. he doesn't realize how much of this he was holding onto. "she kissed me because i punched that guy, which yeah, i shouldn't have done maybe, but it's far more than you ever did. you're supposed to fight for the people you care about. but it doesn't really seem like you cared that much to begin with. you certainly don't give a shit about our friendship, so, y'know. i just hope trying to shoot your shot with naomi was worth it."

MALI

now she does swim over to josh, touching his arm gently. “this is all really emotionally healthy to get out,” she says softly, “but i think you should take a breather, love. clear your head.” it’s clear he’s upset.

MARCUS

maybe he's getting so pressed because he knows in a way josh is right. he didn't really step up for romi like he should have, and he knows that as soon as he had doubts he was looking for a way out. it's just fucking impossible to do that on this stupid ass show without breaking things off. he's not losing his cool with josh in a stupid fucking pool while butt naked, and really... he doesn't even know what he can say in response. he's lost and hurt and frankly tired of it all. " you know what ? fuck you, man. i'm done. " he shakes his head. " sorry, " marcus' voice turns soft for valerie, his hands reaching to find hers and gently moving them from his shoulders so he can jump out of the pool. he doesn't care that his dick is out or his arse, he just heads inside the villa to go anywhere away from josh.

JOSH

mali tries to gently get him to leave, but josh is pleased to see that marcus does it first, butt naked and angry. maybe he should feel bad, and a part of him kind of does... but the rest of him is a little smug, unable to wipe a small smirk off his lips. good. let marcus feel shitty for once. it's about fucking time. only when his bare naked is out of his view does he look at mali, finally feeling something different than that smugness. "sorry," he smiles sheepishly, not really sure what to say. "that was... a long time coming. i shouldn't have done it here, though." he takes a deep breath. "want me to grab you a towel?" he offers. save her some modesty.

#tagging it josh & marcus bc thats the main plot #but the others are obvs here too #joshua ;#joshua & marcus ;#joshua & mali ;#joshua & valerie ;#joshua & marcus 012 #i needed the fight on my page thanks

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