#feels like I’ve lost all my inhibitions

[re-pave]

I figured it out.

12:20am: I spent the past 2 hours walking across the upper west side of Manhattan.

Love. Connection. Nothing else matters. Literally nothing. It doesn’t matter where I am. I need to connect. How do I connect more? How do I love more? Looser inhibitions. It’s hitting me like a ton of bricks, I haven’t actually lived life. Look at all these people at 12am trying to connect. Unsuspecting people who are robots at work (inhibited). I’ve been so afraid…my entire life. The entirety of my life. It’s so deeply engrained. I don’t know exactly why (tbd). How do I connect to my spirit? My soul? I haven’t felt anything in so long, and this is the first night it’s happened. I’m so afraid to touch people (esp men). Emotionally, physically. Have I ever felt comfortable touching someone? And not felt insecure? Truly comfortable. Truly. Initiating. How many people have I slept with? So much emptiness. Point taken. This is the start of a new life. No more being afraid. What makes me afraid? Inhibition. Being too much, not meaning what I say and regretting it. Fuck that. Connection over everything else. Even if it doesn’t feel natural. It’s not going to feel natural at first. How do I lower inhibitions? I know how. Look at all these people. What’re they doing at 12:20am? Connecting. How? Lower inhibitions. There’s a reason alcohol plays the role it does in society and is as common as it is (for better or worse. Accept why its used). And there’s a reason I’ve been hiding from it - fear. There’s nothing wrong with needing help. It’s worth it.

Think about how many people I’ve met this past year. How many people I’ve “talked to”. Too many to remember. I’ve never been more alone. Zero connection. To my soul. To another soul. I haven’t felt anything in so long. Im clearly doing something wrong. So fuck it, full tilt the other way - what’s there to lose? Nothing. I need to overcome the fear of being weird. Anything could be interpreted as weird to someone who is inhibited. There’s no connection without “weirdness”. This is a fear that’s been baked into my psyche forever - it’s hard to overcome without help. Help with being uninhibited. What I’ve been doing hasn’t worked. Playing it safe doesn’t work. Too many inhibitions. What if they don’t like me? What if I don’t like them and don’t want to say something that might be exaggerated? Fuck it. Say it. Even if is exaggerated and doesn’t feel authentic. Say what you’re embarrassed to say. Force the connection at first if you have to. Exercise the muscle. Everyone wants to connect. Let them. Some people might not be ready. Or even be into you. But they want to connect. They want to connect even if it doesn’t mean a relationship. Not every connection has to permanent or life-long. Find confidence in knowing people want to connect. Don’t get deterred from trying - please always try. Stay. When was the last time I didn’t want a night to end? Spending time with someone without inhibition is easier, easier to want to spend time with someone (for everyone). Let that be a gauge: try to create that environment by being uninhibited. Make them tell you to leave.

Everything about the other person becomes more interesting when you’re uninhibited. Boring stuff too. Aim for: “I want to know everything about you”. Nothing is off the table. Remember I can’t do anything wrong. I can’t say anything wrong. In the context of wanting to connect. Bare my soul. Invite them to bare theirs. Don’t overthink, focus on being uninhibited.

I need to feel more connected. Romantically but just as importantly with friends. And family.

I need to do things even if I “regret” what I do. Touch people. Physically. Emotionally. “What if they thought it was too much? Didn’t want it?” Fuck it. No more being embarrassed. So I never see them again. Trying matters. No more meeting and not trying to connect. Leave the interaction knowing that if I did nothing else than trying to connect then I succeeded. There could be a million reasons why something doesn’t work out romantically, I’m now going to try my hardest to not allow being inhibited be one of those reasons. There have been too many missed connections.

Too many people feeling empty. Lower inhibitions. Practice. Pretend youre uninhibited if you need to put your mind there. Remember “this is a what it was like to be uninhibited. To be out of my head” and pretend. Something is clearly wrong. It’s been a year. Hundred of matches. Why don’t I find anyone attractive? No connection. Connection above all else. Being unafraid. I can be shy and want to connect. I can be confident and want to connect. But I have to try to connect. Romantically, platonically, with my environment, with myself. Whatever means. Time to unlock a new dimension. Enough is enough. Too much time wasted.

What matters? Who are you? Growing up. When you were kid. “Who are you?” And meaning it (been a struggle), being curious. Saying something that might be embarrassing. Fuck it. “Here I am”. “What’s your tattoo say” “I’m embarrassed” fuck it. “This is what I struggled with”. It’s not cliche. These thoughts are part of who I am. Bare it. Looser inhibitions. Let’s connect to God. Together. People have souls. Everyone. Yes, really everyone. I’m not better than anyone else. Me not feeling connected is my fault too. Looser inhibitions unlocks this.

Flashbacks to Colin). He might be the last person I felt deeply about? He felt it too. Why? I know why. Looser inhibitions. Full circle back to tonight. Flashbacks to the guy from Princeton, drunk on the subway, “I’ve never felt so alive”. Flashbacks to wandering around midtown (2016? 21 years old?) two gay men come up to me, stumbling, “can you take our picture?” Lost inhibitions (do we seem weird? Who cares). Connected. I don’t think they were from nyc and it reminds me of how unique feeling uninhibited with someone is. How strongly that connects two people. I don’t remember seeing two people happier.

It’s been so long since I’ve been excited about life. I feel exciting about my life now. Excited about becoming myself again. Who I really am. I can’t wait to love more. More unabashedly. I want so much more out of life because I recognize how lucky I am to experience it. I want to go so much deeper. I feel my spirit awakening and I don’t want it to stop.

Looser inhibitions.

Looser inhibitions.

Looser inhibitions.

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Blake Quotes

BLAKEY POOOOO ♡ sassy man

“You’re the brightest spot in my life. You always have been, even when you’re so far away I can barely see the glow.”

“Charming friend you got there. [he’s shaking in his boots]”

“That’s a one-way ticket to ending up in a spiral!”

“Whatever you need of me. I’ll give it, provided you save my love.”

“Questions aren’t really necessary right now, so how about you just sit there and look pretty, hmm?”

“Do you want me to show you exactly what magic can do when it’s not on your side?”

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what I want too. [goofy goofy chuckle]”

“You make me smile, you make me happy. I like being with you. That’s enough.”

“I can’t always keep my head above the water, but being with you is like… having an air tank. I might be below the surface, but I’m still getting oxygen. You’re that oxygen that keeps me going when I’m under."

“I told you, it was nothing... All right, let me clarify, it’s not “nothing”, it’s none of your fucking business.”

“I’m all yours.”

“Your little fuckbuddy-"

“It didn’t feel like a mistake to me. It felt like… someone switching on the lights, and suddenly realizing that I’d been standing in the dark all that time before. It felt like life was suddenly in colour.”

“it felt like I got a taste of everything I’d ever wanted, the most amazing feeling I’d ever experienced and then the next morning, I didn’t just lose the chance at that, I lost my best friend.”

“I’m tired of the dance. I just miss my friend.”

“I can’t be another mistake. Because it’ll break me.”

“You know me, you know how I am.”

“If we’re together, I’ll do everything for you, and I’ll give you everything I can, I’ll give you time and patience, if you need to be with your own thoughts, I’ll give you quiet, but I won’t be able to give you space.”

“The things I think about you, how much I want you… it’s the stuff you’re not supposed to say out loud. The stuff you’re never supposed to admit to feeling.”

“Just sitting at the table one morning, having breakfast when you realized, Oh wait, who's that voice in my head? Must be an ancient, unknowable force in Death. Guess I'll go back to my oatmeal.”

“What are you doing?”

“You would dirty their fucking name by speaking it.”

“if you pick this, it’ll be all of me. All of it. And we both know a lot of that’s not pretty.”

“I’ll get that smile on those pretty lips in the morning, just you wait.”

“I’m not worried you’ll try something. You don’t constitute a meaningful threat in my book. Sorry to bruise your ego.”

“Do I look like I care?”

“I’m not that fucking stupid. [He is]”

“Congratulations, someone please get the gentleman a door prize.”

“You can’t matter.”

“You're going to learn when to shut the fuck up. And spoiler alert, tied up, on the ground, with your powers inhibited? That's one of those times.”

“Wouldn’t that be cute?”

“I sleep easy in the arms of the person I love. Knowing that everything I’ve done, everything I do, I do for them.”

“I never stopped loving you, I’m still back there, I’m still just this scared kid telling you he fucking loves you.”

“Cute. Are you going to keep wasting time with passive aggression or do you actually have something to tell me?”

“I don’t want to die.”

“Yeah, all for you. All of it. [ft D’Deridahn calling him horny in the background]”

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- mine all mine.

summary: kissing blurbs (gn!reader x daisy tonner, helen distortion, tim stoker, & jonathan sims)

tags: kisses, suggestive content & hunt-typical violence for daisy's, helen is manipulative, cleaning tim's worm holes (lol), jon finally gets a little bit of sleep.

-`♡´- daisy tonner

Daisy smells the blood that thrums just underneath your neck and hungers. Her teeth graze over the soft skin over your neck; she can feel your carotid pulse in response to her touches. So rhythmic, so alive, and she hungers so. It would only be a few centimeters beneath your skin, it would be so easy to bite down and taste.

And how delicious a meal you would be.

Daisy’s tongue darts out and drags just underneath your jaw. You tug gently at her hair, and her hands grip tighter at your sides. No, no, she would be gentle with you. She would try, at least, she thinks, nipping at the side of your neck as if to show you she could be restrained.

Bite inhibition was something she had never properly learned, but for you, she would try.

When you pull Daisy up for a proper kiss, she hopes you don’t taste the blood on her lips, on her teeth, on her tongue. She fears it lingers no matter how many times she brushes them clean. You bite her bottom lip, pulling the chapped skin between your teeth, and Daisy can’t help but press herself against you; a different form of hunger settling low in her gut. She lifts you onto the desk and thinks that this is a type of hunger she doesn’t mind sating. 

-`♡´- helen distortion

You had been wandering the corridors for hours… Or had it been days? Months perhaps? It’s easy to lose count when you’ve nothing to go off of. No phone to check the time, nor window to the outside world – if there even was one here – to see the setting sun or rising moon. Just an endless stretch of elastic corridors and doors that were locked tight.

Then, a figure. Tall and slender, and you can't help but stumble forward towards it. It had been so long since you saw anything but empty hallways, you nearly sob in relief.

As you get closer you realize that she looks… familiar. Like someone you once knew. Maybe you had once gone for coffee together? No, that wasn’t right. Your mind must be playing tricks on you. Your heart hammers within your chest as she reaches out to you. 

“Poor thing…” She coos, bending at an unnatural angle to look down at you. “You seem lost, my darling. Do you need help finding your way?”

Oh, she was friendly. She wants to help. The Distortion smiles at you, with much too many sharp teeth, but you find she looks… kind. You nod, desperate, and approach her, gripping onto her sleeve.

“Yes.” You breathe out, frantic. “Yes, please. I’ve been lost here for… for a long time. Do you know the way out?”

Helen pulls you into her arms, her voice comforting in your ear as she reassures you everything would be okay. Those long, sharp fingers of hers gentle as she strokes your hair. It feels nice, so nice you can’t help but nuzzle closer into the Distortion that holds you tight, almost like a lover. 

Yes, yes, you had known her before. Helen, that’s right. You had been on a few dates before she had ghosted you. Why was she here now? She shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be here. Perhaps you could escape together!

“Helen.” You say, the name sounding right on your tongue. “I knew you before… we…”

Helen looks a little taken aback that you remembered. Still, she smiles that same, wide smile. “You remember me, darling? How… cute.” Her dark pupils seem to swirl around and around inside her eyes, winding like the corridors themselves, and you can’t help but find comfort in that pattern. “Let's get you to the exit, you look like you need a rest, hm?"

She takes your hand in hers, her hand dwarfing your own in size, and leads you to an unassuming door. You're sure you tried that one before; you can even see the chips in the paint from where you had tried to pull off the handle. If Helen notices, she doesn't say anything.

"Here we are, darling." She says, in that same chipper tone. You can't help but feel a rush of relief as she pulls open the door. Through the frame you can see your room, as neat and tidy as you left it. You could almost cry.

"Thank you." You say, your voice choked up with relief. "Thank you." You wrap your arm around her neck and stand on your tiptoes to kiss her cheek. Her skin is cold under your lips.

"No need to thank me. I'm just glad you're all safe now." She says, booping your nose with a finger. You can't help the way your heart races as she ushers you through the door. “I’ll be seeing you soon, my darling.” She gives you a once-over, and then closes the door behind her. It disappears into the darkness of your room.

As she closes the door, you can’t still your racing heart. You feel an overwhelming sense of dizziness, but all you can think about is that you need to see her again.

-`♡´- timothy stoker

“So… How do my worm holes look, doc?” 

You pull one of his bandages off, taking a peek at the wound just under his jaw. “Stop squirming.” You say, firmly, holding his jaw in place as he tries to move away from your prodding around the wound. It looks less angry than it had a few days ago, but it was still a bit red. You wrinkle your nose. “Does it hurt?”

Tim lets out a playful scoff. “Oh yeah, I feel just great. Nothing quite like being riddled with holes.” 

“Hm, deflecting again.” You say, brushing your thumb over his pulse point, just below the wound. Tim hums in response. “Adding that to your, uh, file.” 

“Oh, you’re keeping a file on me now?” He says, his eyes flicking down to your hand as you smear ointment onto your finger. Tim sucks in a breath, bouncing his leg anxiously as he awaits your touch.

“Yeah, it’s almost big enough to knock you over the head with when you’re being stubborn. Like now.” You say, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling him forward. “Sit still.”

Tim dramatically throws up his hands, but he does as you say. You give the wound another once over, just to make sure it looked like it was healing, before smearing the antibiotic onto it. Tim tenses, his eyes closing as if in pain. You pull your hand back, wiping the excess ointment onto the closest towel.

“All done with this one. Just let me put a clean bandage on.”

“...You never did answer, you know.” He says, watching as you dump the box of bandages onto the table. It would probably take all of them, knowing how many open wounds were left on his skin in the aftermath of the attack. You fear you'll never rid yourself of the image of the worms wriggling underneath his skin; you were thankful he was high off his ass for the worst of it. “How do they look?”

“You’re still handsome, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You lean forward as if to prove a point and kiss the fresh bandage lightly, making an exaggerated ‘MWAH’ sound. Tim gives you the goofiest smile. 

“Hm… I might need a few more of those before I really believe it. I’m so insecure and all that.” Tim says, tilting his head up so you can reach the next spot.

"Sit still for me and I'll give you all the kisses you want, Stoker."

-`♡´- jonathan sims

You know better than to wake the Archivist.

It’s not often that Jon’s mind quiets enough for him to sleep, and even now as you watch him, you can tell he’s watching back. It’s eerie, the way you can see his eyes shift behind closed eyelids. You think it would be less creepy if he slept with his eyes open.

Still, you wish he would sleep in a more comfortable position. Slumped over his desk, head laid in the bend of his elbow, it’s a recipe for Jon complaining about his back when he wakes up. You reach over and pull his glasses off, folding them and setting them on top of one of the stacks of old statements on his desk. 

He looks so much older without his glasses on; the dark circles under his eyes and worry lines much more prominent. You almost want to reach over and smooth them out, but you resist, not wanting to wake him by accident. Still, you can’t help but brush back his bangs from his forehead and place a quick kiss to the now exposed skin. Jon stirs, mumbling something under his breath, but does not wake.

While he’s asleep, you take the time to clean his office a bit: putting books back on their correct shelves, taking half-empty tea cups to the break room’s sink, organizing the miscellaneous statements he has messily scattered around the room. It’s almost relaxing, working quietly while he sleeps. You feel like you can catch your breath for the first time in a long while. 

Before you leave, you take your jacket, warm from your body heat, off and place it onto Jon’s shoulders. You lean down and press one more kiss to his forehead, and swear you can see the corners of his lips twitch up.

[lesinquietes]

You told me you’re thirsty for Reiner and I hear you because he’s such a promising yandere 🥺

18+ // angst, breeding kink, very dark themes, dissociation, noncon, suicidal ideation

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Trauma really fucks a man up, yknow? He’s got rejection issues, he goes into dissociative states, he’s exceptionally impulsive, maybe gets a little suicidal when he feels he’s lost all control… but if he has you, he might not go off the deep end as much. And what if that’s Marley’s reason for arranging your marriage to him, a year after he returns from Paradis, proud and semi-triumphant?

You’ve seen the way he looks at you. Guys like Reiner aren’t shy; they make it know when they’re attracted to you. He doesn’t glance away when you catch him staring. He compliments your dresses every time he sees you in them. He almost asks you on dates before you either scurry out of the conversation or his cousin surprises him. You just don’t see him as a romantic interest.

But he thinks he can change that.

He has to change that.

Because without you, there’s no point in going on.

On your wedding night, he doesn’t consummate the marriage. You say you aren’t ready. As much as there’s an animalistic itch inside of him that implores him to pin you down on the mattress and impregnate you, he lets you have the win. Patience is virtue, and he has a fuck tonne of it… or so he thinks. But existential dread is a cruel bitch, and his life span isn’t like that of regular people. He gets restless at times. He loses control of himself. He wakes up, halfway through a dissociative spell, with his pants down, his cock out, and your underwear ripped to shreds. He holds you while you whimper, horrified of the man giving you comfort, confused why you’re willing to accept his care.

And the spells get worse. And he gets closer, each time, to having you, until it finally happens. He awakens when you’re half full of him, tiny pussy stretching to his veiny girth, body panting and wheezing from shock. This isn’t how he wanted to take you for the first time. He was hoping you’d come around before his total loss of inhibition.

But nonetheless, he finishes. He tries to finish you, too, rubbing your sweet, quivering clit with a large thumb, apologizing profusely in your ear, telling you he has to do this, because if he doesn’t, he’ll go crazy. The latter bit of his declaration is true. To have you in this capacity is to have you in some capacity. Although it might not mean that you love him, it means he has a part of you that no one else can ever have again.

“Shhh, sweetheart; you’re doing so good for me. Oh fuck, so good… so good, baby. I’ve wanted this since I first saw you, my love… wanted to make you a mama…”

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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Buck shrugs. “Maybe?”

“He won’t,” Chim shakes his head. “He’ll give you a real stern conversation about professionalism and send you on your way.”

Eddie had pretty much expected exactly that, yeah. Bobby can’t really police what they do outside of work. He can separate them, sure. But they’re a team. A family. He’ll want to avoid that. He doesn’t know why Buck thinks any differently. 

“Well,” Buck exhales with a put on smile. “You’ve all known him the longest.”

“Yeah, and we’re telling you it’ll be fine,” Hen says. “So tell him after you get your shield, and enough sneaking, okay?”

Eddie rests a gentle hand on Buck’s knee. “Works for me.”

Buck gives a little nod. 

“Yeah. Yeah, that works.”

But obviously, there’s more to it. And that sort of terrifies Eddie. 

🔸🔸🔸

Buck knows before it even happens that Eddie is going to ask him about it. Because Eddie seems to be the only person on earth who can read him like the easiest setting on an optometrist’s test. He knows Buck isn’t happy about the prospect of everyone knowing about them. And the thing is, Buck didn’t even know he wasn’t happy about it until it sort of happened. He really did think he’d be fine once he’d got his shield and they’d move forward and he’d never think about it again.  Unfortunately for him, his brain is a horrible traitor. 

So, after tucking Chris into bed via FaceTime, when Eddie shuts the bedroom door and turns to face Buck with a tight expression, Buck knows what’s coming. He just doesn’t expect the method of delivery.

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"Eddie, obviously I haven’t been with anyone since my leg was amputated.”

“Why obviously since then? Like a foot and some shin makes you any more sexy?”

Buck nearly passes out at the implications of that sentence. He clears his throat before he manages to respond. 

“It’s not about that,” Buck tells him. Though he won’t lie, there’s some insecurity there. “It’s… I mean, at first I was in a lot of pain, and depressed. Then, I was in less pain, but still depressed. And then I started to feel better, and…”

“And what?” 

Oh, Jesus.

“And you, Eddie! I didn’t… How could I want anyone else?” 

Eddie’s resulting smile is a little bit sheepish. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.”

“But you didn’t even know if I’d…”

“Yeah.”

“Man, it’s like you have a crush on me or something.”

Buck bursts with unexpected laughter. “You are awfully forward tonight.”

Eddie shrugs. 

“What can I say? I’m going insane, living with my coworkers, separated from my family, and I also haven’t had sex in just as long as you, keep in mind. I’ve lost some inhibition.”

Buck feels something warn pool in his stomach. And something almost drug-like alters his brain, he thinks. That’s the only way to explain what he says next.

“So you’re telling me you’re really pent up?” 

Eddie flushes. 

“Maybe.”

[enid-rhees]

Omg, yk the sex pollen trope? Well, Enid and reader are out in the woods and stumble across a special plant and they decide to go check it out. When they bend down to touch it, it sprays onto them or something, infecting them. Not immediately ofc. At first they're both just shocked/surprised, looking at eachother and start giggling. Deciding it's no biggie, they then head back to their place at Alexandria.

They sit down together in readers or Enid's room, reading comics or doodling together, talking a bit. Then slowly they both notice they feel the symptoms of the plant... (increased heart rate, blood pressure, respiration. Their skin will appear flushed and pupils dilated. There will be an increased blood flow to genitals and decreased inhibition.)...

And ofc, you my love, take it from there <333!

Btw, Enid and reader are "just friends", but everyone in Alexandria knows they like eachother. They're both just too nervous to admit their feelings. But they're always hanging out with eachother. Reading comics, drawing, gossiping, going on runs and getting eachother cute jewelry/clothes/office stationary/etc. Whatever they can find for eachother when they have the chance really!

Anyway, I hope this makes sense, and I hope you write this because I just know it's gonna be absolutely amazing!! Ily, take care boo 💋❤️✨

hi hi !! tysm for another request :)) i am familiar with the sex pollen trope so i’m a bit confident that i can do this? i have never written actual smut before so this is 100% like an experiment for me and maybe i will start writing more of it if this story turns out well :)

warnings: SMUT. MINORS DNI. it’s literal smut. fingering, eating out, bit of scissoring like you get the idea.

the air was cold today, but you preferred it that way anyways. you had already spent majority of your time out in the woods with Enid, walking around looking around for nothing in particular.

neither of you had been this deep into the woods before, though. it was an unfamiliar area, but you both still knew how to get back home without getting lost.

as you looked around the area, Enid stopped, leaning down to look at something. “Y/N, come here!” she exclaimed. you turned around at her voice, walking over to her.

“have you ever seen this thing before?” she asked you. you kneeled down next to her, getting a closer look at the plant she noticed. you slowly shook your head, “i’ve never seen that before. do you know what it is?”

“no,” she said, shaking her head as well. “it’s kinda cool looking, though.” she added. out of curiosity, Enid reached her hand out, lightly touching it.

“doesn’t seem to be poisonous or anything.” she observed. after she said that, the plant released a small burst of mysterious liquid, landing on both of you. you flinched, looking down at your hand.

“…are you sure?” you asked her. Enid nodded, “yeah, it would’ve started to burn or itch if it was. it’s harmless. i’m just surprised i’ve never seen it before.”

you looked up at the sky, noticing that the sun was starting to set. your worries began to grew from this plant, but Enid didn’t seem to be worried at all.

“lets head back,” you told her. “it’s getting dark.” Enid stood back up, brushing dirt off of her jeans. you two started to go back the way you came from in the woods, keeping an eye out for the large gate that would soon come into view.

when you made it back, you followed her to her house instead of yours. you couldn’t remember the last time you two hadn’t spent the night together, it was a daily routine that hasn’t been broken in over a year.

you set your bag down next to her bed as she started to look for movies for you two to watch tonight. “anything good?” you asked.

she shrugged, “not really. we’ve seen almost all of these already. we need to start finding more next time we go out.” you pouted slightly, leaning back against her headboard.

“we’ve officially hung out too much.” you said, causing Enid to laugh out loud. “you’re right. that’s totally the reason.”

“if you want, we could just rewatch one. i don’t mind.” you told her. Enid started to look through the box of movies again, “nah, kinda tired of these ones.”

you sat back up, moving closer to her on the bed. “well, is there anything else you’d like to do?” your hand briefly brushed over hers, and you suddenly started to feel your heart race.

without warning, your face felt hot, and there was a new feeling in between your legs. you looked over at Enid, who’s face was red and her pupils were beyond dilated.

“Enid..?” you asked hesitantly. “that plant…” you whispered. she turned to you, and the feeling between your legs intensified. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to ease that feeling.

your breathing had began to fasten, your chest rising and falling quickly.

without another spoken word between you two, both of you leaned forward, connecting your lips in a needy and messy kiss. a whimper escaped your lips against hers.

her hands wandered all over your body, stopping at the button of your jeans. she started to unbutton them, hurriedly pulling them down your legs.

Enid pushed you back onto the bed, slipping off your shirt as well. she attached her lips to your neck, sucking marks into various places. you couldn’t help the moans that left your lips.

her hand trailed down your body, fingers resting against your clothed clit. your body jolted at the small affection. “Enid,” you breathed out. “please..”

Enid slipped her hand under your underwear, softly and slowly rubbing circles on your clit. a loud moan from you filled the room, your hips thrusting up against her hand, trying to get more friction.

your mind was racing a million miles an hour, unable to process this. you had dreamt of similar situations so many times, and it finally came true.

she removed her hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. Enid moved so she was hovering over you, placing her thighs on either side of yours.

“Enid- i need you, please.” you whined. you couldn’t find yourself to be embarrassed for how needy you were, too far lost in the moment. “i know, sweetheart.” she whispered.

she moved farther down your body, leaning her down. slowly, she slipped off your underwear, throwing it across the room, not caring where it landed.

as she got lower, Enid lifted your legs, placing them over her shoulders. her hands gripped the flesh of your thighs. “do you want this?” she asked, eyes glistening with lust and need.

“i want you, Enid. need you,” she didn’t need any more confirmation before attaching her lips to your clit. your head fell back into her pillow, uncontrollable moans coming out every few seconds.

her fingers replaced her lips as you suddenly felt her tongue on you, lapping up every last bit you had. if someone could hear you right now, you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to care. the pleasure was overwhelming. her tongue skillfully plunged in and out of you, her fingers going an impossible speed on your clit.

you gasped, “Enid- i’m- i’m close,” with that new knowledge, Enid pulled away, removing herself from you completely. you whined again.

Enid hovered over your body again, and you reached up, pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it across the room. she took off her shorts and underwear, and didn’t waste another second reconnecting your lips.

you reached down, teasing your fingers on her clit. she moaned, and you swore it was the most heavenly sound you would ever hear. you moved your fingers down further, hovering your fingers over her entrance. “please,” she whispered against your lips. a smirk tugged at your lips as you entered two fingers, slowly pumping them in and out. “faster, Y/N- please,” she begged.

you decided to listen to her, pumping your fingers at a fast pace, and she started to release the most beautiful sounds you’ve heard. your thumb reached up, messily toying with her clit.

“more…please.” she whispered again. you entered a third finger, and she released the loudest moan so far.

she started to rut her hips against your fingers, moaning uncontrollably as she did so. you could tell she was close by the way her breathing became jagged and you removed your fingers, causing her to whine.

you smirked up at her above you, “you didn’t let me come, but you expected me to let you?” you asked with a teasing grin.

“shut up,” she grunted, moving her hips down. your clits brushed over each other, causing both of you to moan.

“do that again,” you told her. she lowered her hips again, pressing them down on yours. your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure that consumed you.

Enid started to move her hips back and forth on you, gripping your hand to keep her steady above you. you lifted your hips, meeting her rhythm.

both of your moans filled the room, and you couldn’t bring yourself to even a little bit to stay quiet. the pleasure was overwhelming and neither of you wanted to stop.

the pace of her hips started to falter, and you felt the deep feeling building up inside you. both of you were close.

“Enid- i’m gonna- i’m-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as your orgasm hit you like a truck, a loud scream coming from you. Enid didn’t stop her movements as she came, moaning out your name. she continued to lazily thrust against you, riding out both of your orgasms.

she fell against you, her body going limp. your lips connected in a weak, but messy kiss, both of you completely fucked out.

“you did so good.” she whispered against your lips, “so good for me.” you brushed the hair that stuck to her face behind her ears, looking directly into her eyes.

“i love you,” you whispered. you were in such a haze, it just slipped from your lips like it was nothing. Enid smiled, “i love you, too. always have.”

she connected your lips briefly again before you pulled away, “can we go find that plant again?”

[madhattervanessa]

...and Lady’s Slipper

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f!Reader

Summary: After the ball, you and Benedict make haste to show each other just how much you have missed each other in the off season.

Warnings: Smut!, Creampie but kind of with protection- otherwise, you’re good

Words: 2654

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He helps you out of the carriage at the final destination. The cool evening air is a brief shock, conversation and wine had previously made the air feel much warmer. You lift your hand from Benedict’s grasp as you let your eyes climb the building in front of you.

“This is Anthony’s bachelor apartment, is it not?”

Benedict’s brows jump and furrow in quick succession and you know that quirk of his lips, having caught his train of thought before he can return his expression to that handsome and appeasing smile. 

“Oh don’t look at me like that, Benedict. We both know I simply do not have the time for two Bridgerton pups at the hem of my skirt.”

You stride forwards to the door with him close behind. You wait for him on the stoop, brows raised as he opens and closes his mouth, one foot already on the steps as he looks at you.

“I did not-”, he stops before he reaches your side, the key already in hand. He sighs, turning the key over in his hand. “I apologize.”

“You never were good at hiding your thoughts.” Your soft, teasing tone makes the tension in his shoulders ebb. You wish you could reach out to soothingly rub his back but his handyman is still watching the two of you.

“I hope you accept my apology.”

"I do. Don't worry about it."

He opens the door to the house and quickly ushers you up the few flights of stairs.

He gently grasps your arm as you pass another door to make you stop in front of the right one. You bump into him and giggle, eliciting a quiet laugh from him before he shushes you.

You get lost in the way the corners of his eyes crinkle as he does and lean into him, still smiling as you press a kiss to his lips.

He raises his hand to your chin and tugs you closer, his nose nudged against yours as he returns the kiss with a sigh.

He barely parts from you as he speaks again in a hushed voice.

“Darling- let us get inside, at least.”

“I am waiting for you”, you mutter before pressing another kiss to his lips. He wraps his arm around your waist and all but lifts you off of your feet with this one. He presses you against the door and you gasp as you collide with the hard wood. He uses your parted lips to his advantage to indulge in another deep kiss, his tongue brushing against yours.

Suddenly, the door behind you gives. Instead of gracelessly falling, Benedict hauls you against him, actually lifting you this time and managing to pin you to the other side of the door, his hands quickly locking it. 

As soon as the safe cocoon of the apartment surrounds you, you both leave what little inhibitions you still had, behind. His lips quickly move from yours, down your jaw, to your neck.

“I’ve missed you, greatly, darling, like the flowers in spring yearning for the first showing of sun.”

You laugh, breathlessly, your eyes opening slightly to watch as he adorns the swell of your breasts with gentle kisses. His warm hands splay over your back, wandering freely as you melt against him.

“Benedict- I… I have missed you, as well, but please, let's try to get to bed”, you manage to whisper. He looks up at you and before you know it, he lifts you off of your feet to carry you into the next room. You press another kiss to his jaw, your eyes flitting around the rooms you’re being carried through.

He lets you down in one of the largest rooms: One of the walls is completely filled with a bookshelf, and your eyes stick to a beautiful chaise near it. You’re set down close to it, and while Ben sits down behind you, you are distracted by the bookshelf spanning the wall opposite of you. You distantly feel him kissing the nape of your neck just as you spot the easel and the table next to it with bunches of papers and sketches.

“Is that yours?” You are quick to escape his grip to pick up the sketchbook on the table, your fingers already working the leather bindings open to manage a peek inside.

He sighs and you sneak a glance at him on the chaise over the pages you thumb through them - beautiful still lives, a few sketches of Anthony, his youngest siblings in the garden or Daphne at the piano forte. 

“Maybe. Yes. Yes, but they are nothing important-”

Nestled in between the bound pages are loose papers and you remember quite a few of those days in quite different context than depicted - that is, until you turn towards the back of the sketchbook and oh, those you do remember quite well.

You meet his gaze and he stays pinned in his spot, his eyes nervously flitting back and forth between you and the paper.

“What is this, Benedict?”

“Sketches”, he very flatly states, swallowing hard as you smirk at him.

“I should hope this is a private sketchbook and not one you think of preparing for being granted access to an art school.”

You let your fingers drag over one of the flowers sketched next to your likeness - peonies, beautifully captured after several attempts scattered around other pages.

“It seems you have paid quite some attention to my constant blabbering concerning my work.”

“Now you are insulting the both of us”, he scoffs and turns towards the decanter and glasses on the table next to him. He gently fills two glasses as he watches you casting critical looks onto the pages in front of you.

You smile at the way he had taken to freely filling your glass with whatever hard liquor Anthony seemed to spoil his brother and himself with - a delicacy for you, something you would never drink in public or in front of your father.

“You are not just blabbering”, he starts before turning towards you. He hands you one of the glasses and gently clinks them together before you both take a small sip. You hum at the taste and lick over your lips briefly before turning towards the chaise in the room.

“And these are quite beautiful.”

“You flatter me.”

“What can I say, other than that I like stroking your ego from time to time.” 

He shoots you an amused look before walking over towards the empty easel to put a canvas on it.

“Would you like to try?”

You hum, intrigued by the offer, and take another sip of your drink before you join him.

“I’m not sure my hand is worthy of such a big canvas”, you murmur as you stare at the blank space. 

“Then start small.”

He hands you a small piece of coal before pulling you towards his chest. He lets his chin rest on your shoulder, an inquisitive brow raised at the canvas as you lift your hand. 

You think of the flowers of the night’s arrangement and start trying to get their shape onto the canvas.

He sits, patiently, occasionally sipping from his glass or pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

They don't come out quite right, yet you keep going until there is a diagonal arrangement of them decorating the canvas.

"You should consider taking lessons, young Miss. We might still make a painter out if you", he drawls against your ear.

You giggle, quite unladylike, if you recall the words of your late governess correctly.

"Just this evening you called me an artist." You turn your head towards him and your noses brush. 

"You are. But there is no shame in broadening one's horizon."

He nudges his nose forwards and your lips touch, barely. Your breath hitches and you close your eyes. 

"Is that our plan for the rest of the evening or are you going to tutor me instead, Mister Bridgerton?"

He bites at your lip and your heart slams against your throat.

"I seem to remember someone becoming very distracted by my sketchbook while I was attempting to do something else entirely."

"They are very enthralling."

"I shall make sure to invite you to one of mister Granville's… outings. So you may admire the art. But for now", he takes the glass of liquor from your hand and sets it next to his own on the table next to you. When he turns back, his arms wrap around you entirely, his nose pressed against your cheek. "Let us finally retire to bed, darling."

He makes you stand and turns you in his arms. You lean in for a kiss. He returns it, softly, his hands gently guiding you backwards through the apartment. 

"I have missed you. Every day."

You laugh quietly into the kiss before letting him move on.

"You already told me", you whisper and he acknowledges it with barely a hum. 

He stops you and his fingers go to open the front of your dress. You reach for the back but he simply turns you again, his fingers making quick work of the buttons and ribbons as his mouth attaches to your neck.

As soon as your dress falls, you reach for him. Your lips meet wetly and you feel his tongue nudge against yours.

You both gasp when you fall onto the bed. A mess of hands and fabrics ensues. When you finally manage to take his shirt off, you meet eyes in relief. He buries his nose in your neck and you feel a pleasant tingle at his needy inhale against your skin.

You turn your head and tug the lobe of his ear into your mouth, biting softly at it and the shuddering moan that he breathes against you is exhilarating. 

"Ben- please-"

He is all but ripping his pants off, panting into your neck as he pulls them down. You lean up onto your elbows, one of your hands helping to push the fabric off.

"You're still taking that tea?" He mutters, already kissing you again, stealing your breath.

"Yes, of course", you whisper back between kisses, the wetness on your lip tingling as you speak. Your eyes meet, conspiratorially.  

"I missed you", he admits, again, his arms pushing your legs up until they are resting in his elbows. The tension makes you blush, even more as you watch him swipe the length of his cock through your wet folds, coming away glistening- his lips part and you grasp his shoulders, feeling an overwhelming need to have his mouth back on yours. He kisses you deeply, muffling your moan as he stretches you with his cock.

You dig your nails into his skin. Any attempt to roll your hips into his is fruitless, his hand and arms keeping you perfectly still as he thrusts into you.

Your hands fall to the sheets and you fist the soft fabric when Benedict covers your body with his, his hips rolling into yours relentlessly, drawing moans out of you that you can’t hide. 

"This is just the way you like it, yes?", he groans and you throw your head back. He follows with his lips close to your ear. "Tell me." He doesn’t leave you any room to breathe, kissing you more and dragging his tongue over yours as he plunges his cock into you. You writhe underneath him and he parts before repeating his demand for an answer in another whisper close to your lips.

"God, yes, please don't stop", you gasp. 

“Say it again.”

“Don’t stop- please.”

You happily let yourself be buried underneath him as he presses you into the mattress with his weight, his thrusts growing harsh.

"I'm not going to last-"

"I don't care", you gasp and tug on his hair, exposing his throat to you. He groans when your lips meet his neck, his hand underneath your thighs gripping harder until you bite at him.

His thrusts send you up on the mattress, two, three, until he smacks his hand against the headboard and you feel him spill inside of you.

You both breathe heavily, your teeth still dug into his neck when he loosens his grip on you. You gasp and let your head fall back while he kisses your brow. He lavishes your chest with more of his kisses and you frown before opening your eyes to stare at the ceiling. His lips keep wandering and you gasp when he reaches your hip but continues lower.

“Ben- what are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he latches his lips to where he had been fucking into you just moments ago. You all but sit upright at the warm shock of it; your hands reach into his hair immediately before you level a look at him.

He has closed his eyes, brows furrowed as he licks into you.

“That’s- too much- Ben, it’s too much”, you sigh and he lifts his face off of you for a moment, pressing a sticky kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I just wanted a taste, dearest.”

He lays down beside you, an arm already extending to fall around your shoulders and you squirm away from him.

"You are hot as an oven, Ben, get off-", you laugh but he is ruthless and tugs your naked body back to him until you're draped over his chest.

"Come here."

You melt into him as he splays his fingers over the back of your neck. The gentle motion makes your eyelids droop and you can hear him murmur something but sleep takes you before you can think about answering him.

-

You blink against the sun falling through the window as you wake up. Your eyebrows twitch as you stretch your legs, the evening slowly coming back to you.

Behind you, Benedict has buried his nose deep in your neck, his arms wound around your waist. As you move your hips a bit, he huffs and immediately tugs you back towards him.

“Just a moment longer, dearest. Then we can discuss your plans for the day, yes?”, he murmurs, his lips pressing another kiss to your neck.

You sigh but smile anyways, happily letting him nip and kiss at your neck. Your eyes follow the sunbeams towards the window where the curtains gently sway with the breeze.

You turn your head towards him and he grumbles. As he lifts his head to kiss you, you both hear the lock of the front door rattling loudly.

Benedict parts from you and curses under his breath. He kicks the covers off immediately, continuously cussing, only stopping to cover you with the bedding again. 

You watch with great amusement as he stumbles out of bed and scrambles to get into his pants. As you sit up in the bed, careful to cover your chest as you do, the culprit of the interruption finally exposes himself.

“Benedict- brother, where are you? I heard you came here last night, I need you for something!”

You let your head fall back with a big grin, more amused than embarrassed. Much like with his mother, there was seldom anything that could get past the Viscount Anthony Bridgerton.

“Ben.” He turns towards you, his head just passed through the collar of his shirt.

You crook your finger at him and after a short, panicked look towards the door where Anthony can be heard muttering to himself, he walks over to you. You drag him into a searing kiss by the collar of his shirt.

He grunts but a short, soft noise follows as you lick over his lip.

When you part, his eyes seem to light up before he turns towards the door.

“I’ll return shortly.”

You hum, delighted at the sight of his flushed cheeks as you watch him peek out of the door.

He throws another wink at you before slipping out and greeting his brother.

[lilaccosmic]

Title: Midnight temptations

Jude jazza x Reader

Note: hello there robins here is my first and one of a kind post i just wanted to start with jude first because I noticed ya all are so obsessed with him so i made him but compare to the fanfictions i made from him thats less spicy but this is much spicer so i hope you like it all and here is a quote from jude

Quote from Jude: take it off let me see your hot and sexy figure !

Warning: Minors don’t interact !!!

The night draped around you like velvet as you followed Jude into his apartment, the air heavy with anticipation and the promise of something deliciously forbidden. With a smirk, he locked the door behind you, the click echoing like a whispered invitation to surrender to the allure of the night. Each step you took deeper into his domain felt like stepping into a dream, where inhibitions melted away like wax in a flame, leaving only the raw, unbridled desire in its wake.

Without a word, Jude’s eyes met yours, a silent exchange of longing and lust that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. His gaze held a hunger that mirrored your own as he closed the distance between you, his presence a magnetic pull drawing you closer. The heat of his body pressed against yours sent a jolt of electricity through your veins, igniting a wildfire of need as his lips captured yours in a searing kiss.

In that moment, time stood still, the world outside fading into insignificance as you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch. His hands, both tender and commanding, explored every inch of your body with a fervor that left you breathless and wanting more. You melted into his embrace, lost in the heady scent of his cologne, the taste of him lingering on your lips like a forbidden fruit.

“I’ve been craving this moment,” Jude confessed against your mouth, his voice a low, velvety whisper that sent shivers of anticipation down your spine. “To have you here with me, alone, feels like a dream I never want to wake from.”

His words hung in the air like a promise, stirring something primal within you, a hunger that demanded to be sated. With a fierce urgency, you responded to him, matching his passion with your own as you delved deeper into the depths of desire.

With a tantalizing touch, Jude guided you to his bedroom, the soft glow of moonlight casting a sinful halo around him as you crossed the threshold. The room seemed to pulse with anticipation, the air thick with the promise of ecstasy as you fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and longing.

The sensation of cool sheets against your feverish skin was a stark contrast, intensifying the sensations coursing through your body as Jude’s hands roamed freely over you, setting your nerve endings ablaze with every caress. His touch was a symphony of pleasure, each stroke a crescendo of ecstasy that left you trembling with desire, your body aching for release.

“I need you,” Jude murmured against your skin, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered sweet promises of ecstasy and abandon. “More than anything, I need to feel you, to lose myself in the heat of your passion.”

His words ignited a wildfire within you, a hunger that demanded to be sated. You arched into him, your body aflame with longing as you surrendered yourself to the rapture of his touch, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of your shared desire.

In the stillness of the night, you became lost in each other, your bodies moving together in a primal dance of ecstasy and longing. The outside world faded into oblivion as you lost yourselves in the moment, your passion building with each frenzied breath until it reached a fever pitch, consuming you both in a blaze of ecstasy.

And as the night wore on, the lines between reality and fantasy blurred, lost in a haze of passion and desire that left you gasping for breath, clinging to each other as if afraid to let go. When morning finally came, and the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, you knew that this was more than just a fleeting moment of pleasure; it was a love story written in the stars, destined to burn bright for eternity.

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[warrioreowynofrohan]

This is the best thing I’ve read yet on the mass bombing of Gaza and on the oppression of the Palestinians. I’ve always had great respect for Ta-Nehisi Coates, and this is just magnificent:

Some excerpts:

And it became very, very clear to me what was going on there. And I have to say it was quite familiar. Again, I was in a territory where your mobility is inhibited, where your voting rights are inhibited, where your right to the water is inhibited, where your right to housing is inhibited. And it’s all inhibited based on ethnicity. And that sounded extremely, extremely familiar to me.

And so, the most shocking thing about my time over there [in the West Bank] was how uncomplicated it actually is. Now, I’m not saying the details of it are not complicated. History is always complicated. Present events are always complicated. But the way this is reported in the Western media is as though one needs a Ph.D. in Middle Eastern studies to understand the basic morality of holding a people in a situation in which they don’t have basic rights, including the right that we treasure most, the franchise, the right to vote, and then declaring that state a democracy. It’s actually not that hard to understand. It’s actually quite familiar to those of us with a familiarity to African American history.

And on Gaza:

…this is like really personal for me, because I came up in a time and in a place where I did not really understand the ethic of nonviolence. And by “ethic,” I mean the notion that violence itself is corrupting, that it corrupts the soul. And I didn’t quite understand that. If I’m truly honest with you, as much as I saw my relationship with the Palestinian people and as much as it was clear what the relationship was, it was at the same time clear that there was some sort of relationship with the Israeli people, too. And it wasn’t one that I particularly enjoyed, because I understood the rage that comes when you have a history of oppression. I understood the anger. I understood the sense of humiliation that comes when people subject you to just manifold oppression, to genocide, and people look away from that. I come from the descendants of 250 years of enslavement. I come from a people who sexual violence and rape is marked in our very bones and in our DNA. And I understand how when you feel that the world has turned its back on you, how you can then turn your back on the ethics of the world. But I also understood how corrupting that can be.

I was listening, actually, to my congressman last night, or I guess it was two nights ago, talk on the news. And a journalist asked him, “How many children, how many people must be killed to justify this operation? Is there an upper limit for the number of people that could be killed, when you would say, 'This is just too much. This just doesn't — this just doesn’t, you know, compute. This does not add up’?” And I will tell you, that congressman couldn’t give a number. And I thought, “That man has been corrupted. That man has lost himself. He’s lost himself in humiliation. He’s lost himself in vengeance. He has lost himself in violence.”

I keep hearing this term repeated over and over again: “the right to self-defense.” What about the right to dignity? What about the right to morality? What about the right to be able to sleep at night? Because what I know is, if I was complicit — and I am complicit — in dropping bombs on children, in dropping bombs on refugee camps, no matter who’s there, it would give me trouble sleeping at night. And I worry for the souls of people who can do this and can sleep at night.

And on Biden’s response to Gaza:

I mean, I think hearing President Biden himself — and here I will personalize it — downplay the number of Palestinian deaths, to say that he doesn’t believe the Palestinians, I just — when his own State Department was citing those figures only months ago, you know? At some point, you know, there’s that saying: When people show you who they are, you have to believe them. And so, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to do the political calculus on this. And I think at a certain point we have to just stop and say, “They believe it.” They believe it. They believe bombs should be dropped on children. They just think it’s OK. They think it’s OK, or at the very least they think it’s the price of doing business.

That’s not an ethic I can align myself from, because, as I’ve said several times in this interview, I come from a history where people wanted to make the exact same calculus about us and took stances that we would now say are immoral. But, see, the test isn’t what you did in the past; the test is what you do in the moment right now. I’m a writer. I would be much more comfortable — I was working on a book about this. I would be much more comfortable sitting at home writing about this, before I’m here talking to you guys right now. It is not my nature to talk about things that I have not written about yet. But one has to balance one’s responsibility against the suffering, against the death, against the body count. And to see what is coming out of this White House right now is just — it’s morally reprehensible. Again, I don’t know how people sleep at night.

[mha-cuties-pls]

Twerking

The girls from class 1A are getting dance lessons from an American exchange student before class one day.

Reader x Bakugou | Words: 1k | Rating: T (suggestive content) | genre: fluff

Staring at your classmate intently, you tried to decide if she was simply misspeaking, or actually asking you what she was asking you. "You want me to teach you how to do what?"

"You know," Ururaka said, beginning to shake her butt and arms almost robotically from side to side, "’tweaking’. The dance? You're from America, so I assume all you guys know how to do that!"

Oooh. A smile took over your expression as you finally realized. "Ah, you mean twerking!" Giving your classmates a small laugh, you tried to explain, "Tweaking is a whole other thing, and its not a positive one." Since transferring to UA from overseas, you had often found yourself at the mercy of language blocks and mispronunciations that led to misunderstandings, so for once, it was nice to be the one in their own element.

“I’ve always been curious as to how to do that, as well.” Yaoyarozu chipped in, garbing small nods of agreement from the rest.

Laughing playfully, you shrugged, getting up from your desk and turning so your back was to them; You had 15 minutes before your next class so you had some time to kill, anyways. “I have to warn you guys it’s not like I’m any expert when it comes to this, but,” straightening the back of your legs and planting your heels firmly on the ground you bent over slightly, “I do have this one trick a friend taught me last time I visited during break!” Swinging your butt side to side while doing this caused your butt to bounce pretty steadily and noticeably under your uniform skirt, which naturally hiked up because of the action. “All you have to do is straighten your legs, stand on your heels, and then kind of shake your hips steadily in place and your butt does the rest.”

All the girls immediately started shouting with excitement upon seeing how easy it could be. They all spread out a bit, with determined smiles as they remembered my short tutorial. I laughed with them, watching the beginning struggles of every dancer morphing into a rhythm of understanding after a few minutes of trial and error.

“Hey, I’m doing it!” Uruaka exclaimed, giggling a bit herself while standing next to Mina who seemed to be getting the hang of it herself.

Yayorozu, however, still seemed to be inhibiting herself, making stiff and robotic movements. “I don’t think I understand.”

I walked over to her with a smile, remembering how long it took me to learn until I had someone explain it to me. “Nah it’s an easy fix, watch.” Standing so I was facing the same way as her, I assumed the same stance only remained straight up. I started twisting my hips bluntly to illustrate the motion. “You see?” I then slowly began to bend at the waist, the shaking of my lower body then translating into the dance easily. “Its just like your twisting, but stopping and going so fast your using the momentum of your fat against it to make it you know,” you trailed off, feeling sort of silly for explaining the mechanics of twerking, “more jiggly.”

Finally seeming to fall into a rhythm, Yayarouzu was doing it! Albeit with a terribly determined and focused expression on her face. “I believe I’ve got it!”

Simply laughing, you cheered her on, “Ayy, go Momo!” Catching the attention of your other classmates they began to cheer her on as well. A chorus of “go Momo! Go Momo!” Began, and I joined her, shooting her an electric smile as she laughed along with me. It looked like she was finally starting to let loose a little bit and just have fun with it, making your heart warm. You were so grateful for all the friendships you’ve made since coming to UA.

You had all been so lost in concentration and just having a good time, you didn’t realize your 15 minutes had ended already and the door had opened.

Iida, never one to be late, burst through the door promptly at 12:45, but instantly froze upon what he saw before him. The rest of the 1A guys followed not far behind, wondering why he was just standing there and wasn’t rushing to his seat like usual.

“Hey what are you doing blocking the way?” Bakugou said, eyes squinting. As he approached Iidas frozen body, he followed his gaze, instantly growing a bit pink in the process. “What the hell?!”

Bakugous loud exclamation, like always, reverberated through the classroom and instantly stopped you all dead in your tracks. Looking behind you, you saw the boys of class 1A all staring at the group of you; who all were bent over with their backs towards them and your skirts admittedly high.

“Aah, perverts!” Higakure yelped, jumping up from her position. “How long have you guys been standing there?!”

But, based on Minetas nose bleed, you assumed it was longer than just a second. Meaning that they most likely got a pretty good show of you all going at it because hey, you had to admit to yourself, you were a pretty good teacher.

All the girls immediately flushed almost in unison, most of them quickly scurrying back to their seats while mumbling lame excuses and adverting eye contact.

But, even though you were burning red you had to take this opportunity to tease Bakugou just a bit, and instead winked at him before sauntering back to your seat; You even hiked up your skirt before you sat down, the fabric barely covering the top of your thighs as you sat. And you knew Bakugous eyes followed every move as he moved into a seat diagonally behind yours.

Pretending to be interested in getting ready for class, you began to pull out your textbook, when your phone lit up from the corner of your desk.

“I’m gonna fuck that stupid smirk right off your pretty little face tonight.” The text from Bakugou read.

Now, it was your turn to blush, and you frantically lowered the brightness on your phone while looking around to make sure no one saw what was just on your screen.

Bakugou snickered from a few seats away, and kept his eye on you, enjoying making you squirm with anticipation at his words. He sent one more text as the rest of the students filtered into their seats and Aizawa was about to begin.

“And you’re definitely gonna shake that ass for me in private tonight 😈 I wanna see it up close.”

xxx

A/N: just a little thought I had about the tweak vs twerk thing and it turned into a Bakugou fluff at the end LOL who would’ve guessed it

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 5

Don’t want to be

Brainy

Brainy

Brainy

Alone now, Chloe stretched her sister’s nude body out, face-down, on the couch in the studio, and, straddling Kenzie’s calves, began rubbing her sister’s thighs and hips with her favorite lotion. Kenzie moaned at her touch, her soreness and ache being soothed away by her big sister’s strong hands.

“You took those cocks like a queen, my pet,” Chloe murmured. “What a good girl, I’m so proud of

you ...”

“Mmmmm thank you ... You know I love pleasing my sister ...”

She massaged Kenzie’s perky round bottom, licking her lips. “Yes you do. It feels so good to obey, doesn’t it.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re going to take lots of cocks for me, angel. But there’s only one pussy you’re addicted to, isn’t that right?”

“Yoursss,” whispered her limp, broken sister.

“Good girl.”

Chloe was feeling a lot more tender toward her sister than she used to. After all, the girl had given her so much pleasure. And she wasn’t the little genius, lording her brains over her anymore. Nothing wrong with a little aftercare.

And anyway, Mom had always taught her to take good care of her toys. Chloe giggled to herself.

“Turn over now, babe. I need a taste.”

Chloe luxuriated for a moment in the sweet taste of her sister’s juices, mixed with the tang of the boys’ cum still dripping out of her cunny. She sucked tenderly on her clit, grazing it over her teeth (to an arched-back moan from Kenzie) before plunging her tongue back into her folds.

She cupped Kenzie’s perfect bottom with both hands and feasted. Finally, she raised her shining face to say, “You love this don’t you.”

“Oh fuck I do ...”

“You’re my suggestible little dimwit, aren’t you?”

“Am I?”

She was about to say, “Yes, you are,” when she paused. Without saying another word, Chloe devoured her sister’s pussy thoughtfully.

She was giving suggestions every time she did that, she knew. Even asking the question was putting an idea into her head, and confirming it seemed to cement it even further. And she’d spent plenty of time making sure that any of Chloe’s suggestions seemed like very, very good ideas to Kenzie.

Should she lock it in, even more than she already had, that Kenzie was, by nature and by definition, suggestible? A suggestible dimwit, to be guided by ANYONE’s input?

She sat back on her haunches, two fingers working deep inside her sister’s pussy.

“The subliminals in my music have lowered your inhibitions,” she mused aloud as Kenzie moaned, “and have been making you think less and giggle more. That by itself has been making you more horny, and in turn more suggestible even without the subliminals directly impacting your need for sex, and need for physical validation.”

Kenzie began pinching her nipples, writhing, lost in pleasure. She let the words pass her by without comprehension.

“Knees up, princess,” Chloe said, and Kenzie instantly lifted her knees to give her sister greater access. “Rub your clit,” she said, and she did.

“Let’s see, there have been messages about obeying Chloe, and about being a good obedient sister. Wanting to please your sister. But did I ever ... You know, what I didn’t think to do was make that connnection for you. So that you’ve been listening to suggestions from ANYONE, not just me, and thinking they’re great ideas ... I never said you only obey your sister. Is that right?”

“Uh huh ... uuunnggghhh ...”

Chloe hadn’t really thought that Kenzie was listening. “It is?”

“Yesss ... I’ve heard so many good ideas this week ... It feels good to do things for my sister, like stupid good!! And I love agreeing with Chloe, it makes me feel so warm and tingly, I’m such a good devoted sister oh fuck that’s good ...”

“But ... honey? Listen ... does it feel good to obey other people besides me?”

“Oh yeah!!!! Like, the other day ... ohhh ffffpleez I needa cum ...”

“Not yet,” said Chloe, slowing her fingerwork, watching her sister’s hands flit from her nipples to her clit to stroking her belly, her whole body on fire with need. “Who else?”

“The other day, some – some boy told me I liked it when he came on my titties ... and uunnghh ... an’ I realized he was RIGHT!! I LOVE it!! I came instantly, the next time somebody came on my boobies!!”

“You did??”

“Uh huh!! I just wish I had bigger titties, so it would feel even better, and I could get more cum on them!!! Oh godd, rubbing cum in my big giant boobs I’d cum over an’ over ...”

“Umm ... Wow. OK.” Chloe had removed her fingers completely, and was sucking on them absently, enjoying her little sister’s taste. “What else?”

Her corrupted sister was molesting herself mercilessly, her eyes pointed toward the ceiling but dazed and unfocused. “Ummm ... well just now I found out what spit-roasted means!! And I found out I like it so much it makes me cum buckets!!! I can’t wait to do it again!!!”

Chloe watched her for a moment. “OK, I gotta think about this. Go ahead and cum.”

When the screaming had subsided, Chloe brought iPod #3 to the limp form of the girl. She was completely drained in body as well as mind. “I’ve got some work to do, hun. You can listen to your favorite song while I work, okay?”

Kenzie barely stirred. Just stared at the wall, a little drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

Sisters ... Sisters ...

You are such a good devoted sister ...

[thelaughtercafe]

Ler Hatsuharu, Kyo, and Shigure*

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers: Suggestive twording mentions, especially in Shigure's, and it has a brief mention in Haru's as well!

Pairing: Hatsuharu/F! Reader, Kyo/F! Reader, Shigure/F! Reader

Length: 1.7k+

Summary: I split up White and Black Hatsuharu here just to give a heads up!

White Hatsuharu:

Ok confession time. Hatsuharu's been a dream Ler of mine since childhood so buckle in.

White Hatsuharu is an asshole.

Love him, but as a Ler? He’s an ass.

That bitch who will pretend he isn’t touching you when you’re falling to pieces.

Tickle you in public discreetly so you jump a foot in the air and look behind your shoulder every 5 seconds only to still manage to catch you by surprise.

Make you squeal, bang your knee on a table at a family dinner, or snort and draw attention to yourself and revel in the blush that fills your cheeks as you scramble to brush off your reaction.

0 shame too omg. You think he won’t do it in public where people can full on see because it’s been teases of exposure before?

Oh sweetie. How naive.

Don’t recommend calling his bluff unless you want to get wrecked right in a public classroom while he apologizes for you “overreacting” and you weakly try to hit him, which does literally nothing.

“You didn’t really think this would work did you? If you wanted me to tickle you more all you had to do was ask, not be a brat.”

He sighs like it’s a big inconvenience as if there’s not a faint smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.

“Guess I’ll have to wreck you more now to keep a desperate brat like you sated a little longer. Now behave before I get annoyed.”

King of cheer up tickles too though. That man will make you laugh with deadpan humor first and then attack later while you’re watching tv and cuddle while he makes you laugh yourself hoarse.

Technique wise he varies. If he wants to startle you he’ll dig in to a place like your hips, sides or ribs but if he wants to draw out the tickling for a long term session he can easily start out slow and methodical and gradually ramp up the heat.

Black Hatsuharu:

Oh you poor lamb. Have fun being fed to the Wolf.

See, White Hatsuharu? He’s a saint compared to when he goes Black.

White Hatsuharu can pace himself, has certain things he doesn’t do so he doesn’t overwhelm you.

Black Hatsuharu uses that against you to make you regret angering White to the point he lost his inhibitions. There’s a reason I made his title “The Punisher” in my notes.

And it definitely has nothing to do with the fact I’ve had a Ler! Haru Lee! Reader Bully fantasy in my head for over a decade what-

So yeah! Black Hatsuharu really only comes out if you either ask for it, verbally or by being intensely bratty.

Or if you provoke another Ler/get tickled by someone else. He’s possessive af and wants to be the only Ler you have, or at least the most memorable.

Therefore, his methods are much meaner than Hatsuharu's. Unlike White Hatsuharu he only Ler’s you in private.

But he’s also much more ruthless.

White Hatsuharu doesn’t use tools or his mouth but Black Hatsuharu uses both liberally so good luck with that.

Will gleefully make you scream yourself hoarse.

Also bondage. And blindfolds. Yup. Sensory deprivation in general.

After all, can’t focus on anything but him when you can’t feel anything but what he’s doing to you right?

Oh yeah, smirks openly the whole time he Ler’s unlike White Hatsuharu's stoic expressions.

He’s also much more vocal, and raunchy as well(if you like twording that way obviously!)

Either way he’ll make fun of you for liking tickling, all while wrecking you to oblivion. Especially if you verbally have asked for him rather than acting up.

“Oh? Were you really so desperate to scream yourself hoarse that you called me?”

He’d snicked coolly as he pins you to the nearest bed or wall.

“You’re being an unusually good girl today. Perhaps my lessons are sinking in at last. …or maybe you’re just that much of a needy ticklish brat.”

Kyo Sohma:

Kyo’s…funny as a Ler.

He likes the control it offers and though he’ll never admit it he also loves the touching more than anything.

A healthy way to show affection that’s not too emotionally draining where he’s in control and can cope with his touch starvation? Of course he adores it.

But he can’t ask for it! That’d be a weakness and Kyo isn’t weak!

Tries to get Yuki and has succeeded one singular time when he went to move him aside and ended up brushing his side.

Yuki left him gasping when Kyo laughed and taunted him and though he still tries now and again Yuki will look at him deadpan, smirk a little and move to attack or wiggle his fingers at him and Kyo is gone before Yuki can so much as take a step towards him.

Kagura teases him about liking it a little too much and that makes him flustered so he tried Hatsuharu.

…He went Black once and he has never tried to Ler Hatsuharu since. He was still confused when he came to, only to find Kyo near tears and trembling from exhaustion.

So his next target was Momiji, and he found rather than forcing it that it came very easily. He had the excuse of the boy annoying him for a cover and Momiji, even if he knew Kyo liked tickling him, never said a word.

Kyo would never admit it but he was grateful.

He’s shyly begun expanding his horizons with the boys in class when he has the nerve to. Little things like poking their sides when they ruffle his hair and such or call him Kyo-Kyo.

When he lers, he tends to act bothered by their weakness. He’ll scoff and act annoyed and tell them he’s “toughening them up” or “helping them get stronger”.

“Can’t believe you’re this ticklish. Tsk. You know what a big handicap this would be in a fight?”

Speaking of; loves to playfight. Will let his tired Lee up, encouraging them to wrestle/spar/try to come at him and then scold them when they don’t have the right form or not enough strength behind their moves before taking them down gently and continuing to wreck.

This is typically the point he can’t hide that giddy schoolboy-like smile he has so try and steal a glance while laughing your head off if you can.

“Hah, wow. That was pitiful. Maybe we’ll just focus on your stamina for now huh? That’s clearly all you can handle at the moment. Let’s see how you do with another 10 minutes of tickling hm?”

Shigure Sohma:

So I dunno too much about Shigure given I’m not fully caught up in canon(I’ve only watched both anime's first seasons since I want to watch the new stuff with friends).

But I do know there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s got this fascinating darkness inside him that pops out through snide comments that cut someone deep before he covers it.

I believe Hatsuharu referred to it as “being unable to see a wound without rubbing salt in it.”

So, as a person in general and a Ler I peg him as a closet sadist.

To build a little off my prior Fruits Basket headcanons!

In Kyo’s case it’s a more tsundere like affection for exerting control over others, and for Yuki it’s also a touch of closet sadism but he’s much less mature and experienced so he hasn’t grown into it yet or likely even realized he actually is a sadist in some shape or form. This is likely in part due to his trauma and not wanting to be like you-know-who, in any capacity.

Shigure however? Oh, he definitely has had the experience and time and uses it well. He’s explored every facet of himself throughout his years and recognizes his penchant for sadism as an unavoidable part of him.

What does this mean for him as a Ler?

It means his poor Lee is fucked of course. Especially if they know about his darker side. Even if they don’t if it’s been a while since he could let that sadism flag fly and his mask may slip a tad.

Shigure’s mask is cheerful, playful and light.

He’ll make jokes, take pictures or video of you laughing yourself silly or blushing and send it to your friends.

Stupid, fun stuff like that.

Which is why his more cruel side is often such a shock.

But in a dark mood he’s eerily professional.

First off, Shigure is a grown adult at 26, even at the start of the series, and the people his dark side would show for would also be of age.

It’s a big departure from our other babies so I just wanted to clarify.

Let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised if Shigure had a raging tickle kink.

I’m keeping this sfw but yeah. Something to keep in mind.

In any case, he’s a big anticipation guy. I could definitely see him using blindfolds and silk bondage.

Proceeds to let you stew in anticipation while he works on a new chapter for his novel; maybe has one of those motion activated fans that’ll blow air and listen to you squeal in expectant surprise just for fun.

Once he finally does touch you he may as well not be, initially, his touch is so light. You can barely feel it. He doesn’t truly start till you’re near crying and begging for him to tickle you.

Lives for the intoxicating sense of control and relishes in utilizing it over you. Will absolutely degrade while he lers.

Unlike Hatsuharu; doesn’t make fun of you for liking it we’re way past that if he’s made you beg for it, oh no.

He makes fun of you for begging him for a break, or not to tickle you somewhere.

“Ah, not here you said? But your hips make you squeal so loud for me, and that’s to say nothing of those endearingly pathetic bucks you’re doing in hopes of dislodging me.”

“Come now, a break? It’s only been an hour, my sweet. Surely you’re stronger than that? If not, you have a safe word. Use it if you feel so inclined. Otherwise; keep that pretty mouth of yours shut until I give you permission to do anything but laugh for me. Understood?”

God he’s such an asshole, he’s lucky you love him enough to put up with all his shit honestly.

[dedalvs]

This is super random and I’m not sure how to word this but I just discovered your tumblr page and you seem really kind & thoughtful when interacting with asks so I thought why not ask:

I’ve taken two linguistics courses - one was an intro course and the other was a psychology of language course. I currently am finishing my masters in Forensic Psychology and to this day those were the hardest classes and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. I will say I’m monolingual (not intentionally) but I struggle to learn another language. I will also mention while I don’t need a hearing device of any kind sometimes I feel like I can’t understand people without subtitles. And I certainly can’t watch media without subtitles. (I don’t know if this is relevant)

Essentially, is there hope for someone like me? Either in managing a cursory understanding of linguistics and/or another language?

P.S. I definitely don’t understand everything you did with the languages you created (eg High Valyrian) but holy shit it’s extremely badass! Ok bye!

Well first, you don't have to study linguistics or another language. We only have so much time. Focus on what you love and what makes you happy.

Second, studying linguistics is different from studying a language. A large percentage of linguists are monolingual. Analyzing a language is far different from being able to use and understand it. Great example. I understand the game of chess very well. I know all the pieces, all the moves, all the secret moves, I understand strategies very well when I read them on paper—but I SUUUUUUUUUUUUCK at chess. On the set of Bright, a couple of the PAs started playing chess on this chess app. I played against this one dude in particular and lost 117 consecutive times before I beat him. After that I still only won one out of every 15-20 games. It is just not my bag. Doesn't mean I can't appreciate it or understand it, though. Linguistics can actually be quite freeing, since you can study language without having the added pressure of having to learn the language. Linguistics may still not be your thing, but it has absolutely no relation to studying languages.

Third, regarding language study, not everyone learns the same. Maybe a classroom isn't your thing. There's always studying by a book, there's Duolingo, or there's just plunking on some anime in Japanese with the subtitles on and trying your best to understand what's said, bit by bit, little by little, then maybe going without the subtitles eventually—starting with stuff you know well, and moving on. There are many different ways to learn a language. The one constant is you need to engage with the language every single day. That's more important than anything else: Constant exposure.

Finally, remember that we are four dimensional beings—that is, we are located both in 3D space and in time. Just because something doesn't make sense to you at 20 doesn't mean it won't at 30. At a different age you have a lot more experience, and may come with a different perspective. If language is something that interests you, you can always come back to it later—and that goes for everything.

Hope that helps! Most important thing is not to stress. Stress inhibits learning and growth. If you don't get something right now, it's no big deal. You may get it later; you may not. The important thing is you're still you, and that's a pretty great thing to be.

[aristocratic-otter]

Thank you, my friends, for keeping me in your thoughts while I took a two week hiatus from posting. I did still enjoy reading your own work! I'm back from vacation now, and have some things to share (and fewer WIPs for the moment, since Raising Dragons and Tickle the Dragon's Tail and Threads of Fate are posted) (We'll see how long that lasts).

Thank you to all of you who've tagged me while I was gone: @artsyunderstudy, @alleycat0306, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @j-nipper-95@prettygoododds, @fatalfangirl, @larkral, @whatevertheweather, @blackberrysummerblog, @nausikaaa, @annabellelux, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @shrekgogurt, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @nightimedreamersghost, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @confused-bi-queer, @palimpsessed, @theearlgreymage, and @iamamythologicalcreature! Tag Backsies for today or Wednesday!

Here we go!

From my nameless Age of Sail Au:

Baz

I’ve never been so scared in my life. 

Each time the ship falls forward into the trough of an enormous wave, I’m certain that this is the end, that the ship will roll and capsize, dragging us under to drown. I can only breathe again once we start to rise up the crest of the next wave. 

I think Simon is as frightened as I am, but he’s hiding it well. Still, I feel his arm tense up against mine each time the ship pitches and rolls, and I hear his faint gasp of relief each time we survive again. 

It feels like the ship is tossed about the vast ocean like a toy for hours, but there’s really no way of knowing how long it’s been when an immense jolt shudders through the frame of the ship.

From my 2023 COTTA, Snow Fox:

“You’re not going to die tomorrow!” my voice is fierce, and Baz startles at my volume. “You’re not,” I repeat, lowering my voice. I step into him, pressing my naked flesh to his. His breath catches in his chest at the feel of me against him. I can see his face now, and my chest hurts at the doubt and sorrow I read there. 

“You can’t promise that,” he says, shaking his head.

From my 2021 COTTA (wince): Westward Son:

We want to make up the time we lost by stopping early yesterday, so everyone is skipping a morning meal around the campfire. Instead, Henri passes about the coffee ewer so we can fill a canteen with the energizing drink, and we all stuff some nuts and dried meat and fruit in our pockets, to eat while we’re on the move. 

When our small caravan starts single file up the narrow mountain road, I shiver a little. It’s getting colder, but that’s not why. I shiver because the few wagons and people that walk ahead of us seem so insignificant and helpless against the might of the Blue Mountains. I close my eyes briefly and say a small prayer to any gods that actually exist, that we’ll come out of these mountains in the same condition in which we’re entering. 

From the upcoming chapter of Saving Simon Snow:

“Not only is my father quite unhappy with my queerness, he’s probably furious that he has to give up punishing you in order to save me.”

I think about that. It makes sense. I’m sorry that Baz’s relationship with his father was harmed by his bond to me, but I can’t exactly be sorry that the old homophobe was forced to accept Baz’s situation. 

“That and he probably doesn’t want to have to think about us having gay sex in his house,” I say wryly. 

From the upcoming chapter of The Naked Next (coming in the next day or so!):

As I stride to sickbay, Simon cuddling into my chest and babbling praises of my beauty into my collarbone, I’m thinking furiously. What is this disease, if it is a disease? It acts like intoxication. Are the effects the same? Is this how Simon would act with the lowered inhibitions of an inebriated state? I’ve never seen him drunk. But…in vino veritas, isn’t that what humans say?

From: To Heal a Broken Heart (probably posting in the next six weeks!) (Sorry it took so long, Macey!):

“All th’ years I fought w’ you…and I was in love w’ you the whole time—that’s so stupid. I’m so stupid.” He laughs through his teeth like a donkey braying. 

I laugh too, at the sound. Then my sluggish brain processes what he said. “Wait, what?”

Simon’s face is turned away from me, so I reach out to shake his arm. “What did you say?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his head rolls towards me like its strings have been cut. His eyes are open and his face is vacant. 

“Simon!”

So, I'm momentarily back down to six WIPs, lol. Except I just started plotting a canon divergence where Simon's known to be Davy's son and therefore Baz sets out to seduce him in order to get at the Mage...and Fristi and I are working out a new idea....Also still thinking about the Simon as a tiktok dancer au...sigh.

Tagging, along with everyone above, (since it's actually still Sunday for once):

@bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @frjsti, @facewithoutheart, @giishu, @hushed-chorus, @ic3-que3n, @ileadacharmedlife, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @letraspal, @moodandmist, @onepintobean, @rimeswithpurple, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @tea-brigade, @technetiumai, @upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, @yellobb-old

[count-alucard-tepes]

Can I request a one shot of Kizaru’s S/O singing to cheer him up after he lost to luffy?

Kizaru never really got upset over anything, he just wasn’t that kind of guy but after his S/O had found out that he has recently lost a certain pirate…they decided that it was time for them to go out that night.

“…so where are we going?”, he asked out of curiosity as he dressed down a bit to more of a casual look with a pair of light colored slacks and a black polo shirt.

“Just to the local bar, it’s karaoke night…”, his S/O said with a smirk as they got ready and headed out with him, hand in hand.

He hadn’t been out for karaoke in such a long time since he had been rather busy but it was something he always enjoyed…who didn’t like karaoke?

Once they arrived, he got some food and drinks before noticing that quite a few familiar faces from the marines were there. He made sure to mingle but stick close to his S/O, it was their date night after all.

He flirted with his S/O and gave them several kisses as they sat in his lap while the host of the bar would announce that karaoke night was about to start.

“…gonna sing tonight, Kizaru?”, Ryokugyu asked with a smirk as he sipped his beer.

“…only if you join me for a duet”, he replied teasingly.

“Way too sober for that…but I won’t shoot you down”, Ryokugyu chuckled.

Kizaru chuckled in response and nuzzled his S/O’s neck, “…you know I’ve never heard you sing here before…but in the shower, you sure belt it out”, he teased.

His S/O smirked and rolled their eyes, “…well tonight you will…because I’m going first”, they said before getting out of his hold and skipped to the stage.

His brows shot up in surprise and cheered his S/O in response, he wondered what they would sing.

“I am unwritten

Can't read my mind

I'm undefined

I'm just beginning

The pen's in my hand

Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten…”

His S/O sang their heart out to Natasha Bedingfield’s Unwritten and Kizaru couldn’t even smile more than he was already! He was so proud of his love.

He couldn’t help but think about what was the meaning behind that song choice, his S/O always did subtle gestures to cheer him up and this was definitely one of those moments.

When the song was over, he stood up and clapped for his S/O, “…well done, love! That was beautiful!”, he said as he wrapped his arms around them and leaned down to kiss his S/O over and over again.

He didn’t need to say anything but he could tell his S/O was trying to motivate him after his recent battle and he appreciated that simple gesture.

What a treasure he had at his side…

[linked-through-the-centuries]

Hey! I was looking through the information about your Links, and I really like the direction your AU is going :D I'm always a fan of some HW brothers content and I love the potential of having totk/botw Link with AoC Link :D

I do want to let you know though, that some parts of the character information can come off ableist. I'm confident it was never your intent, but I highly encourage doing research before representing disabled people--mentally and physically. (Pardon, this might run a little long, I'm rambly and I'm very passionate about doing your own research before you represent communities, since we're a system with BPD, PPD and chronic pain. Misinformation only hurts the communities you try to represent, and disability is NOT an aesthetic).

With that in mind, I would like to point out that Tears "traumatising the others by taking off his arm" can come off incredibly misinformed about Prosthetics. Amputees do not wear their prosthetics all the time, they aren't surgically attached to their bodies and "traumatises" implies that the act of taking off an assistive device can be scary/unsettling when it should not be. Many amputees will actively go days without wearing their prosthetics, and a lot of them even have wheelchairs or canes to suffice :D wearing a prosthetic all day every day without taking it off can be extremely unhealthy.

The other thing I want to point out is Tune answering with "for the aesthetic" when asked why he wears an eyepatch and that he actually didn't lose an eye. Respectfully, but partial blindness is not an aesthetic 😭😭 I understand that its the "pirate" aesthetic but...those pirates...usually actually have lost their eyes. For light sensitivity, there are real assistive devices called "Blackout Glasses" which are used to reduce incoming light to the sensitive eyes. Though, I can also understand that since this is his answer and not a narrative excuse, it's possible it's just ableism that the character displays but the narrative doesn't excuse but I'd rather be safe than sorry.

That all being said, I don't think you were intentionally ableist and I'm not calling you ableist either /clar I mean no disrespect and I love your AU so far, I'm interested to see more of it, but I'm coming from a place of care when I say that there's aspects of it that can seem misinformed. Disability is already so vastly misunderstood in the internet sphere and it's a serious problem that inhibit millions of people; not an aesthetic or something you can put into stories to make characters more interesting or push traumatic backstory.

(Also, feel free to Not post this, there's no obligation to! My tumblr is just heinously broken and I can't send DMs.)

Thank you for sending this! It was absolutely not my intent at all to cause harm or misrepresent. As someone who is disabled myself, I believe representation is so so so important and I try my best to do as well as I can. I’ve done a lot of research to write characters with experiences different from my own correctly and as respectfully as possible.

I fully acknowledge I was in the wrong by using the word ‘traumatized’ to describe how Tears suddenly taking off his arm makes the others feel, and I deeply apologize for that. The word I meant was ‘startled’, and I have fixed that. Thank you for bringing that to my attention! I struggle with tone and words and that is no excuse, and I definitely used the wrong word so thank you so much for pointing that out. I know it is uncomfortable to wear prosthetics for long periods of time which is why Tears takes theirs off, however the reason I said it’s a bit startling to the others is because they had no idea it was a prosthetic the first time it happened. Tears wears a lot of long sleeves, especially at first, and the prosthetic simply isn’t visible, and he didn’t warn the others, he just simply took it off. It can be quite shocking to see your friend suddenly remove their arm. The others also often forget he has a prosthetic and worry if that arm of his gets ‘hurt’ before remembering Tears is completely okay. Again, I am so sorry, I did use the wrong word, that is my fault, I have fixed it.

As far as Tune and his eyepatch goes, I haven’t had the opportunity to write out a full post about him, but he is based on me. To explain it further: one of his eyes is very sensitive to the light, the other is fine, hence why he only covers one. It is very hard for him to see in bright lighting with his right eye, so he covers it to protect it. There’s nothing “wrong” with it, it was never injured, it’s just always been that way. He takes the patch off when he’s in dimly lit rooms or areas because his eye can handle low levels of light, so he’ll take it off when he goes below deck in order to see because that eye is adjusted to darkness. Again, his vision situation is based solely off of myself and the way I experience highly and lowly lit areas, though I have also done some research on the situation in addition to using my own experience. I’ve had to wear eyepatches, I know how uncomfortable they are. He wears it for a functional reason, but he doesn’t like to explain that to people because they don’t tend to understand, so he jokes around abut it. He may say it’s for that pirate aesthetic, but without it, he’s in immense pain. His eyepatch protects him

If I have upset anyone by Tune still having an eye and wearing an eyepatch I am truly sorry /gen. It was never my intention to cause harm or make anyone upset. Thank you for bringing this to my attention though, if you have anything else, please let me know and don’t hesitate to reach out, /gen, I know you said your dms weren’t working

I try my best to do research on the things I am unfamiliar with, but for the most part, I tend to write about things I have personally experienced :)