#hence why they're so washed out

[autistickaitovocaloid]

Double feature

[devnmon]

bloodletting // a.a.

Summary: You're afraid of being judged when your time of the month comes, and Astarion being Astarion... is enthused.

Warnings: period oral, mentions of blood and menstruation!

wc: 2.2k

Astarion was always confident he could read you like a book. Though one certainly long day of adventuring passes by without you both speaking, and he's unsure why you're downright avoiding him.

He was confused, yet intrigued, by your attitude. Standoffish, pushing him away, generally the way you never acted, especially towards him.

That is, until he caught a whiff of you. It wasn't a different odor than he'd had the privilege of tasting before, just more potent.

More… fragrant.

Pheromones of yours wafting in the air, coming from one known source: you.

The vampire's thoughts wracked him as to what could've been throwing you off this much that you'd push him away this much. You'd consistently talk his ear off about anything crossing your mind.

And Astarion, the man he is, would always listen intently.

For you to spend your day glued to the girls' side all day raised some questions with him. Of course he understood if you were in need of space, but for you to not let him know at the very least-- well, he was a little puzzled.

But in fact it was when he found you crouched over, groaning in pain while washing your hands off in a stream. It was then he realized what you were cleaning your hands of.

"Well, well. Now I know why you've been avoiding me. Are you going to act like I can't smell you, darling? A vampire's senses are much stronger than a human's, don't you know?"

Freezing in your place, you turn to meet the smug face of one certain companion of yours catching you literally red-handed. A flush of heat rushed across your skin like wildfire, caught in his tantalizing gaze.

"You know, I don't mind it, if you know what I mean. That is why you've been avoiding me all day, correct?" His arms crossing over his broad chest said enough about how astonished he was with you hiding this from him. He didn't take kindly to being avoided, especially not if it was something so personal as this.

You stood a few feet away while attempting to collect yourself, clutching a used pair of undergarments in one hand.

"Astarion–" you began, failing to convince the dashing man before you of anything but what he already knew. Nothing that bad would have you tragically trying to hide it from him, of all people.

"No, no… don't even try to explain yourself." The smirk on his face was telling enough, low voice of his ringing out again, "You thought I'd, what, be drawn away from you? It's blood, darling."

"Of course not. I just… didn't know how you'd react. I've got terrible pains most days on our travels and I've had to beg our healer to cure me every day since it started. It's been so heavy that I've had to refresh myself way too often... which is exactly what I was doing when you found me here." You wrung your hands between one another, before the vampire stepped closer and took them into his.

"Love, you should know I would never judge you. If you needed a little relief, all you had to do was ask. It's what I'm here for, to ease your struggles. Make things alright when they're not." One of his hands moved a lock of hair out of your face and behind your ear before cupping your cheek with his palm.

Impulsively, you leaned into his touch, one you always chased every time Astarion lay his hands of velvet on you.

"Just knowing how you feel about it is a huge relief. I didn't know what to do or what to say to you... hence me being by the girls' side all day long. Just figured talking out how to tell you about it with them would help because I was nervous. And I wouldn't ask you to do something like that for me."

Astarion picked up on your cheeks reddening whilst you mentioned the idea of an act so intimate. He knew you weren't one for coming to him first about things to try in the bedroom; you'd rather let him take the lead and find out what you liked through that.

But this was about you being in pain, and if getting between your legs to quite literally suck you dry eased some of it, he'd gladly be first in line for that experience.

"What if I... offered? Does that change anything about the way you feel? Maybe it would give you some respite from those pains you've been complaining about. You know I can do things you can't get from a cleric, darling."

Your eyes widened a bit at his proposition, a strong heat beginning to stir inside you.

"A-Are you sure? I mean I know you're a vampire and all, but do you really mean that?"

"I'd ravish you every minute you'd allow me. This isn't any different. I crave you, in all ways. Your pleasure is mine, and I want to show you just how much I mean it." His thumb swiped across your cheek softly, to which you looked at him and nodded, watching his lips curl into a smirk.

Within the grasp of his other hand, he finds the soiled underwear still soaked with red. Luckily, his nimble rogue hands had taken the cloth before you could notice it was gone.

His lips pressed to your neck, ghosting kisses over your skin while listening in on your blood pumping. Chill kisses of his were much needed after rushing to clean yourself up.

The ruby eyes of your lover darkened with an inking of mischief, before he was guiding your body to lay down for him, placing a rag under your hips.

Your garments had been tossed off to the side, with Astarion's hands parting your thighs. He took a deep breath, the scent of you intoxicating him to another level. You could've sworn his eyes sparkled with desire before his head moved between your thighs.

Astarion dragged his tongue through your folds long and slow, parting easily with the amount of blood your body had already shed.

"Mmm… this is an experience I'll think about forever. The sheer act of you giving your body to me in such a way... Like a tying of souls, for infinity. Makes me love you even more. If that's possible." He spoke again, that accent of his making a hot blush cover your cheeks.

"No, please don't stop. Oh, gods- Astarion..." you breathed, running a hand through his curls and gripping tightly.

The vampire's tongue slid over your entrance this time, up through your folds and right over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out gasps of his name followed by moans when he begun to circle it with just the tip of his tongue. Astarion drank up every part of you more easily than he thought he could. He was infatuated.

Diving in deeper, he hooked your thighs around his shoulders, relishing in the taste of you further. You were trembling beneath him already, but he was able to wrap his biceps around them and hold you down.

Seeing him smitten with the taste of you while making his own sounds of pleasure from it sent you further into a haze of pleasure.

Astarion considered this the closest you two had ever been, like a binding of souls that lasted for eternity. He would gladly travel Avernus and back for you if given the chance.

His tongue traveled through your folds once again, stopping right over your entrance before sticking his tongue inside to lap up more of you.

"Oh, gods. You're good at that…" you whimpered, hips stuttering against the pale elf's grip. You're much more sensitive to his touches than when not on your cycle, the way your hips swayed, and your breasts swelled, it felt silly to think you didn't come to him sooner.

Once he came up for air, you caught the glimmer in his eye that noted his enjoyment of it all. Painted his face with you, a testament to how devoted he was entirely to you.

"So perfect, my love… I doubt anyone else's gotten the chance to have you like this. I'm the luckiest in all of Faerûn."

Astarion placed his hand on your lower torso, right above where your pubic line starts, and presses his palm firmly onto your abdomen.

Somehow your body melded to his in an instant, responding to his touch with another gush between your thighs.

It heightened your pleasure and though you knew he was drinking your blood, there were no words to describe how erotic it was seeing yours all over his mouth.

He controls his tongue's movements through you like it's breathing, flitting over your clit with fervent need to taste.

"Fuck... Astarion, please- ah! It hurts..." you whimpered, a cramp running through your body.

"Another one of your pains?" The pale elf inquired, the sudden loss of his mouth debilitating after all his stimulation. You nodded to him, attempting to hold back your sounds of discomfort.

"Let's see what we can do about that..." His mouth thankfully returned to your aching heat, the red of your blood messily lathered upon his face. Both his hands slide around your waist, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your lower abdomen.

Although Astarion's skin was naturally cool to the touch, the light blue glow from his palms was even cooler in the moment. Instantly your cramps disintegrated, thanks to the healing scrolls he kept on hand.

"Your touch is life changing, my star... What would I ever do without you?" you sigh, throwing your head back in relief when he lowered his head back down.

He chuckles before circling his tongue around your clit, causing you to tug on his hair again while your hips stutter underneath him. Astarion breathes you in with another inhale, the crimson taste on his tongue more decadent than he's ever had.

To hold you in his arms and find himself getting to worship at the temple that is your body, he was certain this was where he was meant to be.

With the way you sighed with content, he was sure the little healing spell he'd cast was in effect.

A blaring heat rushes through you when he prods a finger into your opening, watching as a bit of blood seeps onto his palm. Sensual moans of his vibrated against you, sucking lightly on your clit again in sync with the movements of his fingers.

It’s as though you feel the knot between you two loop together, freeing you in time and space where you lay from any contradictory feelings you had. About to squeeze your eyes shut, you hear Astarion’s voice in your mind.

Doing so well for me, gods, you taste exquisite…

You’re blushing furiously at the echoes of his silken voice, laid within his body mind and soul. Part of you still holds the shame that comes from within, combatting the thoughts that pull your mind away from him.

I admire you to the rings of saturn and back, no one else has such a hold over me like you.

Every move he makes is soft and doting, as if you would break lest he move too quick. Astarion’s words chip away at the highest wall of masked vulnerability you’d built up. It’s brief, the sheer embarrassment you’re utterly soaked in, before his words ring out in your head a final time.

I’m here. Let go, darling. You’re mine, evermore

His fingers continue to plunge inside you, thinking only of your pleasure as your body explodes for him. Astarion continues to work you through euphoria, as your back arches under him.

An ever so slight ache of need washes over your entire body, goosebumps rising on the soft skin.

“There you go, so good for me.” Astarion’s voice breaks the silence, the only other sound your panting breath and stream of water nearby.

Astarion knows he’s just orchestrated the most wonderful oblivion of sensuality and just cannot help himself.

Once more he runs his tongue through you, lingering taste of you on his tongue. He lifts himself from you, palms running softly over the skin of your thighs before helping you sit up.

His curls were nothing but a mess from your tugging, and even though you were the one given pleasure, he held the same blissed out glowy look you did.

“Thank you, Astarion. That was… like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’m truly the lucky one. How can I ever repay you…”

Before he even has a chance to clean himself up, you’re pulling him in for a kiss and tasting yourself on his lips. What you once considered cowardly and disgusting was now filled with love and devotion. Nothing would compare.

“Nevermind repaying me. You’ve all but let me suck you bloodless like so many nights before. I’ll be glowing by the time we wake tomorrow. Now, let’s get some rest. Shall we?”

Astarion begins to stand, holding out a hand for you to grasp as he pulls you to your feet.

“Is there anyone more perfect than you, Astarion?” you asked, sighing with satisfaction.

“I highly doubt it.” he snarked.

“Hm. Good, because you’re the keeper of my heart. All my love belongs to you.”

His hand brought one of yours to his lips, kissing it softly before interlocking his fingers with yours with a smile as the both of you walked back to camp.

[eldritch-spouse]

Man, I want to do a bonding moment with Cero, Patches, Mervin, Morell, Berle, Livius and Vorago by bathing together and washing each other. Like possibly no horny, just me and one of the boys relaxing and washing each other's bodies.

Bathing together (no hanky panky)

Getting Cero to fully relax in a shared bath is hard. He's used to having his own baths at the end of the day, with no one there to bother him, without having to maintain a constant air of immaculateness.

Having you there already makes the process something he needs to "perform" in, thus he's initially slightly irritated. Hence, he insists that you sit between his legs, back turned to him, so that Cero can freely smile and sag and just be a person... He's fairly quiet, for once, and hums to whatever you may ramble about. Bath time is an unwinding moment for him, so it should be one for you too, even if he finds it hard to be completely "mannerless" in front of you. This means that you can swear all you want, make all the dirty jokes and splash around like an animal. Cero will not judge you.

Eventually, he becomes comfortable enough to make his own less than refined quips and air out some of his shortcomings/grievances.

What happens in bath time stays in bath time, do not break this vow or Cero will break some of your bones.

Patches often neglects taking care of himself.

To be fair, given the stagnation of plenty of his bodily functions, it's not as if the dullahan naturally produces foul body odors, but his earthy smell does become more pronounced. You must drag him into a bathtub yourself. Only then will he slump and accept his fate.

Patches is pretty quick in taking care of his own body and mostly makes the whole thing about you. Is he collecting stray hairs that fall as he washes you? Possibly. But he's also just basking in the feeling of cuddling with you in a body of water, which is new entirely to him.

He takes to removing his head, simply because wetting it too much is not ideal to its longevity.

The perks of having Patches around shine here, as he likely has some freaky little magic bathbomb he impulse bought stored somewhere.

Mervin usually has long baths after a headache-worthy job. And he doesn't really advise you join them on those, because he's mostly quiet, possibly wounded, and thinking of everything he just did- If he did anything wrong. That's no mindset to listen to you or even be remotely affectionate.

He has this tendency to make sure the bathroom is spotless before getting in. Because he will not, refuses to, undress in a "stained pigstall". You're the first to come in, undress and get in, he doesn't tell you why he does this but it's the same reason he'll sometimes walk slightly behind his brothers in more crowded zones, to make sure they're safe. Muscle memory. You're forbidden from changing the temperature, if you find it cold then he supposes you can rub up on him for warmth like the needy creature you are.

You're washed first, more gently than you'd expect from him. Mervin repeatedly swats your hands away when you try to return the favor, you'll have to insist until he feigns exhaustion. His pleased rumbling is subtle but definitely audible.

Morell usually doesn't have time for baths, it's all fast showers and walking around kinda wet. But when he does take the time to bathe, especially with you, it's kind of a game.

Rub a dub dub, get yer ass in tha tub- He'll push you in there, don't doubt him. He likes doing this thing where he stays outside the tub while he bathes you, and gets in when he thinks you've been sufficiently scrubbed.

The shroom is either humming or whistling, and it's really bizarre to watch him shake water off his cap. By the way, prime opportunity to touch his neck. Just letting you know. Especially since Morell keeps his eyes mostly closed while you're washing him back.

When he truly relaxes, he's capable of falling asleep holding onto you. Shake him awake before the water gets cold.

Berle is also another one that doesn't usually bathe. He just doesn't have the patience to sit there and stare at the ceiling blowing bubbles.

If you realistically want him to sit still, then let him eat in the tub. This will not have an effect on his digestion. He's going to be his usual chatterbox self and hardly do anything to actually clean either of you until he probably starts feeling a little cold... Berle is unintentionally really fast in his ministrations and may hurt you with his claws, so remind him to calm down every now and then. You are likely to get tickled if you take too long washing him.

Really, Berle is trying really hard to stay in the tub with you and relax, but you can tell his mind drifts off after a while and he's thinking of a million different things he could be doing. It's not your fault, he just can't stay still.

Bathing with Livius is interesting. He tends to let his limbs flop over the edge of the tub.

This is essentially going to be a game of mimic. He only starts washing when you do, following the same order as you and trying to get your timing down. For this reason, you either mutually wash each other at the same time, or he asks you to wash him first.

Livius tries to guess what type of bath bomb you'd like better, or if you'd like any at all. Getting it wrong will have him sulking for a while.

Conversation flows as easily as you allow it to, and he's perfectly fine with allowing you to play with his horns, so long as he gets to play with your ears and nose. It's in moments like this that he truly covets your body. Not necessarily in a carnal way (though the impulse is there), he just loves how you look and wishes to be in your body.

Vorago has written this moment several times. The shared bath between two lovers. Granted, those took place in fairly more fantastical settings, but still, Vorago is very excited. And flustered.

Vorago has to make sure this is perfect for you, but part of him worries that he's being too corny if he goes with too many pink things around or the petals... Lords he really wants to make it a romantic thing but he knows he's going to look like a complete ass. He helps you in like a gentleman and is extremely docile as he washes you, but there's definitely moments where you'll feel him smell you. Vorago can only curb his delight up to a certain point.

Be prepared for the workload if you try to wash him back, because taming his thick and voluptuous hair is a feat. He certainly enjoys it, rumbling deep and loud and probably dark in the face from all the attention. He wishes he could take a photo of this moment, write it all out, it's so perfect. It's beautiful.

[pippin-katz]

Alright, I have mostly restrained myself, but I cannot stay quiet any longer. There is a question that has been eating at me...

Whose fucking idea was it to have Henry (Nicholas) constantly grabbing Alex's (Taylor's) hair?!

Note: I'm adding this in after finishing writing this because this was supposed to be a relatively short post, and then it spiraled out of control, so if you want to listen to me gradually lose my sanity over this question, feel free to keep reading, cause it is admittedly funny lmfao

Another Note: This is me being overly sarcastic and hyper cause it’s funny for me to think about that situation. This is supposed to be a funny post. I said that at the end, but I’m adding it here too.

Listen, remember what they said about the intimate scenes: they were planned down to every detail. Remember what Nicholas said about having conversations with Taylor, Matthew, and Robbie about boundaries, what was okay, and not okay. Remember that they have A LINE IN THE FILM ABOUT HENRY GRABBING HIS HAIR (iconic).

Do you see it? Do you see where this is going?

The hair pulling/grabbing is not random. It doesn't happen in just the New Year's kiss to set up a funny line later.

It happens all the time.

Even in soft moments, Henry has a hand in his hair.

The hair grabbing gets its own shot in their love-making scene.

Consistent small actions (twisting a ring, biting nails, drumming with fingers, etc.) are character habits. They're things that they do all the time, subconsciously or for a decisive reason, usually if you know that action causes a specific response that you want for any reason.

There's a coworker that drives you crazy, so you purposefully hum really loudly whenever they're in the room to piss them off. Your friend has a sensitivity to the color red, so on days you know you're going to see them, you avoid wearing it. Your partner has muscle cramps, so you massage their shoulders whenever you're standing behind them.

These habits usually start as conscious decisions, then gradually become subconscious, hence the term "habit". You've been doing something for so long or for frequently enough that you do it while on "autopilot".

I think it's pretty obvious why this action happens. It's because A: Henry likes feeling of his hair, and/or B: Alex likes when someone touches his hair. Note: This could be in any context, not just sexual; running fingers through it, washing it, styling it, etc.

Either you figured out what I am going to say, and you're wondering why I'm blabbering on so much, or you're just confused about where I'm going with this at all, so here's where it all clicks together.

When you have a character, habits are something you give them to give them more personality, more insight into their mentality through subtle things they do. It's something the director/writer/actor chooses to give to the character.

BUT - nothing in the intimacy scenes happen without being discussed and agreed upon.

This isn't like Nicholas fidgeting with the signet ring to show Henry's nerves. This isn't like Taylor frequently making little hand gestures (peace signs, finger guns, tapping the side of his glass, etc.) because Alex has undiagnosed ADHD and that's one way to physically imply it.

They can do those things without being told or given "permission" because it's their portrayal of the character, it doesn't effect anyone else, and small details like that are typically up to the actors, unless the director is incredibly strict.

BUT - AGAIN WITH FEELING - NOTHING IN THE INTIMACY SCENES HAPPEN WITHOUT BEING DISCUSSED AND AGREED UPON.

That means that someone, one of the four of them, brought up grabbing his hair as a suggestion, and further more, Taylor (and Nick, but obviously Taylor's consent is more important in this specific case) was fine with it.

Think about it. Think about them sitting around a table discussing the kinds of stuff that Matthew and Robbie would want to see, and what Nick and Taylor would be okay with. Think about the fact that one of them was sitting there, and looked at the other three, and said: "What if Henry grabs Alex's hair a lot?"

And then the four of them had to sit there, and talk, in depth, about what that would mean.

*inhale*

Who... the fuck... said it?

WHO SAID IT?!

Did Matthew and Robbie present it as part of the initial planning?? Or did one of them look Taylor and Nick in the eye and say it?? Did Nick throw it out there as something he thought Henry would do?? Was it Taylor??? Since it's his hair???

Cause it's not just like, running Nick running his fingers through it, combing it during some tender moment, like when Alex talks about his father being an immigrant.

HE FUCKING GRABS IT.

What the fuck were these conversations like?! I cannot think of a single way to have that conversation where someone wouldn't have to say something that would make me make me go UHHH-

What? So - Matthew's like "how do you guys feel about touching each other's hair?" -and they're like "what, you mean like running our fingers through it?" -and he's like "nah yanking it while you're making out"

Like... what do you say to that?! - "oh which one of us would do it to the other?" -and what, did Taylor fucking volunteer?? Just like - "he can pull my hair, it's chill" - WTF?!

Or did he suggest it in the first place, like they were discussing things that would that could be part of Alex and Henry's dynamic and he's just like - "he could pull my hair?" -and the other three just stared at him for a second, because wtf that's a intensely intimate action to suggest?!

Hair touching in general is really intimate, in like, every context, at least I think to most people, and definitely to me. Most people wouldn't just let someone, even someone they were friends with, start playing with their hair or touching their head. I wouldn't even let my best friend randomly touch my head; I would instinctually try to bite their hand off (not a joke). Maybe I'm a slight bit more touch-repulsed than most, but I feel like it's safe to say that the majority of people don't want their hair and head being touched, grabbed, or played with unless they say so.

And again, they do it CONSISTENTLY. It's not a one and done scene. It is an actual dynamic between Alex and Henry they chose to establish.

SO I ASK AGAIN: WHOSE IDEA WAS IT?!

I'm looking at you four, Matthew, Robbie, Taylor, and Nicholas. I know it was one of you cheeky bastards that suggested it. One of you brought it up, and the rest of you were like "sure".

I will be forever haunted by this mystery, as I doubt I will ever get an answer.

Note: Please don't take this super seriously. I'm not trying to imply anything; I'm literally just joking around cause the concept of having that conversation boggles my mind lol

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[jina1028]

Safe Place

Park Jisung x fem!reader

Categories: idol Jisung, older reader (mention of 'noona' once), kissing, making out, marking, oral (m rec), unprotected sex (don't do it irl), creampie, cuddling, really slight dom/sub dynamics (?)

A.N. reader being older is not essential to the plot (what plot?), so if you want just ignore it since it's just randomly mentioned once.

To me the term 'noona' is just a nice way for a younger man to address a woman they're comfortable with, there's no sexual connotation and in this case is justified by the fact the story takes place in Korea. I just thought Jisung would feel nice having someone older to take care of him, hence the little mention.

Plus I'd like older readers to feel more included just adding that little word, if you're uncomfortable or doesn't apply to you just change it with 'y/n' I guess.

Note that english is not my first language.

Enjoy~

~♡~

Your phone suddenly made a dinging sound, letting you know you received a message, making you stop on your tracks while you got up from the sofa to get some water. The sound repeated a couple times. You let out a sigh before reading the name of the person who interrupted your plans and opened the message with newfound interest:

Jisung P.

'Y/n'

'Are you free right now?'

'If you're busy it's ok, I don't want to disturb'

You smiled, you found him so cute when he sent those shy messages, imagining him gnawing on his lips while staring at his phone screen, instant regret on his features thinking he's somehow annoying you, even though you reassured him before that he can message you whenever.

You start typing, unknowingly making him jolt with surprise and apprehension when he sees the dots on his screen.

You

'I'm free'

'Wanna come over?'

Jisung P.

'Can I?'

'I'll just make a quick stop at the dorm to wash up'

You

'Sure, let me know when you're downstairs'

He sent you a little thumbs up emoji and you started to make yourself as pretty as possible. When Jisung asked for your attention it meant he needed to be taken care of, and those times you wanted to spoil him by looking the best for him. So you put on some cute, soft make up and wore your lilac, lacey lingerie, then hid it under some simple sweats and t-shirt to surprise him more when you would strip.

In an hour he was at your door, you let him in examining his tall figure, hiding his face under a black mask and hoodie, dark hair almost covering his eyes.

You greeted him "Jisung! Everything ok coming here? No one followed you, right?"

"Yeah, there were a couple of sasaeng outside the company building but they couldn't follow me much in the traffic, we're good."

You led him to the sofa, letting him sit down while he yanked his mask off and let his head rest on the cushions on the back, exhaling a nervous breath. You brought some water and snacks and sat down on the other side of the sofa facing him.

"What were you doing before coming? Did something happen? You seem nervous."

"Do I?" he chuckled "I was at dance practice. It was stressful, I had a little argument about some moves and changes in the choreo. I'm not satisfied, the comeback is approaching and I feel like where we're at right now is not enough, I don't know..."

He started telling you about his concerns and you let him talk, quietly listening and occasionally humming letting him know you were paying attention.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just rambling, didn't mean to bother you" he interrupted his monologue, looking over at you with apologetic eyes.

"No, it's fine, I like when you open up to me! You know you can tell me anything, I'm not the type of person to judge."

He smiled at you, soon breaking eye contact and sheepishly thanking you.

After a moment of silence you scooted closer to him, the movement making him shift his attention from the palms of his hands to your face, unconciously looking at your lips, then back to your eyes when he caught himself staring.

"Jisung, why, of all people, did you call me so urgently tonight? Tell me."

The boy fidgeted with his hands, biting a little on his lower lip while you rested your hand on his shoulder.

"I missed you... I need you."

You closed the distance between your faces until your lips slightly brushed. You wanted to test how much he was desperate this time: enough to ignore his own shyness and press his round lips to yours with an almost inaudible whine.

Your hands flew to his hair, making a mess of it with your fingers stroking and pulling his locks, while his large ones grasped your waist. Your teeth pulled on his bottom lip and a swipe of your tongue soothed it while Jisung eagerly opened his mouth to chase it with his own, tangling them, wet sounds filling your ears.

You pushed him against the back of the sofa to straddle him, experimentally rolling your hips once on his lap, earning a small groan and feeling his member getting hard against your crotch. You started rolling, picking up a slow, comfortable rhythm. His hands grabbing at whatever he could to try and ground himself, while your lips left his mouth to place wet kisses along his jaw and his throat and neck, nibbling at his side when he let out a low moan.

"Stop it-" he was interrupted by his own gasp "you'll leave a mark like that" he struggled to end his sentence between soft hisses and gasps.

"Just tell your stylists to put make up or a band-aid on it" you replied making him snort.

"That's what I told them last time, had to tell everyone I had a bruise."

You suckled some more before gliding your tongue on the purplish mark you just made.

"Well, technically that wasn't a lie."

You detached from his neck to admire the state he was in and you almost purred at the sight: disheveled hair, glossy half lidded eyes, wet, pink, puffy lips, a soft shade of pink dusting his cheeks and a darker one on the left side of his neck.

You took a mental pic. "So pretty" you complimented, making him smile and blush more.

You smiled back and took the opportunity of this little break to get up and take his hand to guide him to your room. You pushed him down on the mattress.

"Let's get rid of some clothes" you suggested, standing in front of him, slowly raising your t-shirt to reveal your lilac bra, watching his reaction as he seemingly stopped breathing. He only let out his breath when you finally removed your pants as well.

You smirked "I'm not getting on the bed until you strip down too" arms crossed as you watch him scurry to satisfy your simple request, your eyes traveling on his slim body, reaching him and stopping his hands when they came to his boxers.

You gently pushed him to sit in the middle of the bed and slid his boxers down yourself while he timidly rised his hips to help you.

"Now relax, baby, leave everything to me."

Jisung whined at the use of that little nickname and let his head plop on the pillow, closing his eyes, waiting for your next move, for you to take care of him.

You reached up to his lips for a chaste kiss, leaving a trail down his neck, chest, stomach, feeling every rise and fall of his breath, every tremble and shiver, every little gasp until you reached his erection, stiff against his stomach, so big it reached his navel.

You grazed it with your fingers, tracing every vein up and down a few times, savoring his little hisses every time you reached the underside of his tip, swollen and red, and finally circled it with your fist, not being able to close your fingers around it because of the size.

You started stroking it slowly and languidly, paying attention to every little reaction, then you approached with your mouth, lightly fanning your hot breath over it and observing the way he shivered at the sensation, soon taking a lick on the tip to elicit a moan out of him.

You loved to hear his voice, you found it so sexy, so you used every tactic you knew to make him produce any sounds, his voice going straight from your ears to your pussy every time.

You started a nice pace, licking and sucking, taking as much as you could in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head, circling what you couldn't reach with your hand and building up the rhythm based on his reactions.

You tried your best to keep your pace and look up at him, he was too pretty like this, face blushing, eyes squeezed shut, nose occasionally scrunching, so cute, lips parted, red, swollen from all the kissing and his own biting, letting out the most beautiful sounds, his shyness even now urging him to keep quiet but failing for the most part. And the dark mark you painted on his neck.

You kept sucking and pumping, tasting his salty precum, oozing out of the tip with every suck and every twist of your fist.

You could tell he was close when he started slightly humping his hips to meet your mouth, a hand snaking at the back of your head, resting in your hair, still not wanting to hurt you by forcing you on him despite you devouring him like a starved woman. So polite.

With a last suck you popped his cock out of your mouth, a whine leaving his own.

"Not yet, baby" you gently warned him, you were still not over. You climbed up his legs and straddled him once again, stroking your still clothed pussy on his length, the drenched fabric of your lace panties adding to the sensation.

Jisung's hands flew to your hips, helping you rub your clit on his shaft, his eyes wandering from your face, to your nipples peaking through your bra, to his cock appearing and disappearing beneath your swollen pussy, back up to your eyes again.

"Y/n, please, I'm close."

"Alright, hold on a little bit more, mh?" you caressed his cheek. With one hand you moved your panties to the side and with the other you spread his precum on his cock to lubricate it and aligned his tip with your hole to slowly sink down, biting your lips at the stretch. After a few moments of stillness and heavy breathing filling the room you started rocking your hips on his, wet sounds and low moans and grunts bringing you slowly but inevitably to your orgasm.

Your clenching signaled him you were close so he grabbed your hips and started pistoning up into you, hitting your sweet spot hard with each thrust, eliciting choked moans and little squeals from you.

Jisung was so lost in the feeling of your wet, hot pussy engulfing him, squeezing him, swallowing him, that he lost it the moment you reached your high with a whine and without a single thought in his head he came hard, spilling his hot, white seed inside of your clenching pussy. He kept shallowly rolling his hips in yours as he came down, little moans and gasps finding their way to your ears. He was ecstatic.

You kissed him slowly and finally you both stilled, then it hit him: this was the first time he came inside of you, the first creampie in general, actually. Wasn't this supposed to be something really intimate? Did you expect him to pull out like the other times? He guessed so, what if you got angry? Was he worthy, for you, of cumming in your pussy? He just knew he loved it and the possessive feeling that came with it, he was yours and viceversa.

He finally voiced his worries, "Noona, I'm sorry, I didn't warn you" his voice was low, his eyes looking up at yours with knitted eyebrows, silently pleading for you to not turn away from him for his mistake, as much as he would've liked to do it again and again.

You smiled, reassuring him, "Jisung, if I didn't want you to come inside I would've told you to wear a condom, right? Come here" you said softly, inviting him in your arms. Jisung slid his hands around your waist and used his weight to push you on your back, resting his head on your chest, inhaling deeply the sweet, fruity scent of your perfume mixed with your own. You started stroking his soft hair, relishing the feeling of his big hands pressing on your back, his breath on your skin, his lashes tickling you while his eyes fluttered shut.

"Stop worrying when you're with me, you know I'm your safe place."

Jisung already started dozing off listening to your heartbeat, but still managed to say one more thing before letting your soothing caresses lull him to sleep:

"I know."

[hijackalx]

GORTASH NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

hmm honestly feel like it depends on if hes feeling u or not. if he was just trying to catch a nut hes rude af. like before he leaves he'll throw a wet rag at u. and he used cold water to get it wet 🥲 BUTTTT if he really does like u i think he'll prolly run a bath for u both or something. i can see him washing ur hair/body for u 🥺

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his chest duhhh lol thats why he walks around with his titties out. i think hes got a really good upper body in general. like shoulders/arms/chest. and i feel like hes an ass man. yes that means all booties ALL. he likes to spank, bite, and leave marks all over it. omggg the type to smack or pinch ur ass in public LMAO

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

yall already know im a firm believer that this man cums bucketfuls. he'll have u sitting there like "damn why is it still going" LMFAO almost exclusively wants to cum inside. to the point to where its hard to convince him not to. he wants to breed u sooo bad 😭😭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

*NONCON MENTION* it gets him concerningly hard when u tell him no but let him do it anyway. like i dont think he would ever AGGRESSIVELY force u to do anything hence the "let him", but something about being able to change ur mind/overpower u does something to him *NONCON MENTION OVER*

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

well. i think hes an expert when it comes to pleasing himself (which is typically thru penetration, so for my AFABs if yall can finish vaginally just know he do be laying pipe 🤤) but he didnt really grow up caring about his sexual partners much lol. i do think he wants to please you though, like badly. thats the only reason hes willing to let u offer some guidance when it comes to giving oral/fingering u.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press yall. like when he hooks ur legs over his shoulders and basically folds u like a lawn chair lol. also likes doggy though so he can pull ur hair and leave welts on ur ass lol.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hes wayyyy too intense to be goofy at any moment while u guys are fuckin LMAO. like this man loves sex and gives his ALL. he puts his mf game face on and locks IN baby 😹😹

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

YESSSSSS !!!!! YES !!!!! this man is SO hairy EVERYWHERE !!!! the same texture as the hair on his head. im about to faint yall catch me

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

uhh. i can see him being kind of romantic on special occasions. but like i said hes pretty intense usually and to me that doesnt leave much room for romance lol. especially since he can be so mean too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yeah. like all the time. hes a hornball so if ur not around as an alternative he WILL be jizzing into his hand. omfg if yall are like, ever distanced from each other he will want to send nasty ass letters back and forth to keep him satisfied until u get back LMAO god forbid they ever end up at the wrong place

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his office. will fuck on every surface and up against every wall. everyone else is afraid to touch anything in there 😭

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he likes when u seem weaker than him, either in the sense that he has a physical or mental advantage over u. dont let anyone else treat u like that tho or he'll think ur a pussy lol

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

^^ as i mentioned letting other ppl have the same power over u as he does is a turn off. so if ur like me u got to grow a backbone or get the boot 🥾🤾‍♀️ 😭😭  anyway. i dont think he'll be willing to do anything that makes him feel "lesser" or more submissive. i mean u could probably trick him into doing it if u make him think its his idea or something LMAO

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i genuinely think he eventually gains an affinity for giving ??? he likes the sounds u make and the way u pull his hair. so yeah, gives lots of kisses and will mutter a lot of praises while down there too. dont get me wrong though u better be giving back too 😹😹

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

rough as fuckkkk bro. doesnt ever like to be gentle. sex just brings out a lot of aggression in him. u will be sore and bruised after. if u convince him to chill out he'll be a pouty baby about it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

anywhere and everywhere possible. i dont think its a goal of his to be seen by others while doing it but i also dont think he cares so that doesnt really stop him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he'll try to get u to do all kinds of fucked up shit. including shit that is probably lowkey dangerous 😹😹 hes pretty sadistic so get ready gurl

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

15-20 mins max shawty lmao sorry 😹😹 and since he wants to act like a wild ape ur prolly not getting a round 2 since he wore himself out. but if u didnt get off in time he'll use his hand to help u finish even if hes sleepy 😴

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

will tease u at random times throughout the day by saying some absolutely horrendous shit in ur ear while ur in public and then acting like nothing happened. but usually doesnt want to waste much time before the act, so he might tease just enough to get u ready. nothing more though

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

heavy grunter and breather. will only moan occasionally if its really hitting right 😹😹 if u do get him to moan i can see it being decently loud. its like a reward

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high libido man........ prepare ur hole 🪦

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sometimes he can stay awake long enough for aftercare but other times itll have to come after a power nap 😭 youll be like "bae how was it" and turn around to see him completely unconscious. snoring and everythang

[spotlightlowlife]

Unpopular opinion, at this point, Blitzø is an issue.

Not because he's in the wrong, his situations suck more than him, so do some of those around him (*cough*Stolas *cough*Loona), he sucks because he's becoming more and more of an outlet for writers to play out power and sex fantasies with whilst being edgy and always quick enough to have a remark ready for others, always managing to be the centre of attention but will always be the victim too.

In every conceivable way, he's being wronged or he's punching up.

The arrangementship with Stolas is a case of him being a victim but for those who don't see it this way, Stolas x Blitzø is a chance at happiness, pauper being picked, even though their union was and will always be an inappropriate power imbalance which has now been the case since childhood, back where Blitzø was a victim of his dad, yet a few years later he somehow developed feelings for his friend who seemed like a sibling to him, but he seemed to envy him too? Either way we are too root for his unrequited 'love lost' that we can blame on a fire accidentally caused by none other than Blitzø, but we can also push blame others for this accident too.

Fizz and Barbie may be victims of his recklessness, but he means/meant no harm and he had it just as bad as them, hence the 'sorry but..' he offered Fizz.

Substance abuse got to be something Blitzø endulged in before we met Barbie who we had already been informed is an addict, Blitzø got to be both a boss and a victim during his binge which had even the sin of gluttony beat and concerned, yet when we meet Barbie, she is composed, working and has some success in being able to freely travel, having a human disguise and being able to easily manipulate others, which could have all been good, a change of tone from yet another downtrodden character and a change from a sloppy addict that may have expected, only, we had to be told Barbie was in rehab and recently so, we had to be informed that Blitzø looks out for her and is worried even though we never had never saw him track her progress previously. We meet her, there's nothing to indicate that they have spoken since Blitzø's fall out with Fizz, Barbie is pretty much work a similar job to her brother of causing destruction on Earth, yet morals come into play for just one of them? Neurotic, antisocial and traumatised, comes to earth as an assassin, excellent, no content yet and seems well put together but we have been told is an addict, comes to earth the deal, scum.

Barbie made Blitzø sad by not listening to him and washing her hands of him (again, when did they last speak? Has there been nearly 20 years of the same conversation?), which yet again has us pouring sympathy into him.

Then there's the clearly hurt and robbed Verosika, who's upset is totally glossed over because 'she's so iconic'.

The power dynamics are entirely power play, because there are too many characters supposedly of much higher standing who Blitzø easily rubs shoulders with, stands out to and crosses to no consequence, all for no particular reason, the dismissal of what he says and does is reminiscent of a movie where a ghost doesn't know they're dead or a character doesn't realise their friend is imaginary. All excluding Stolas of course but this but this is where the power play sex fantasy is.

Why are they together? Answer, Blitzø's desperation to have his business work, the whole plot to the show.

Like Hazbin, the pilot started out rather strong, it ticked every box mentioned in one episode, they were a wicked bunch but morally grey, the trip to hospital being a prime example, we met humans, we saw Earth, Stolas was a intimidating and regal, Blitzø was reckless with money and decision making, the advert on a low rating station being the prime example, along with blind nepotism.

How is it that this series hasn't had the time to return to its roots since half way through season one?

When does Blitzø get a break from all this trauma dumping and actually get to have other things going on in his life?

Realistically, someone who works has work to talk about, it is a major part of their life. Someone who runs a business tends to put in more hours than your average worker. Work gives you something to talk about, creates new experiences and problems to solve, has you mixing with other and takes up a lot of your time. Where is any of this?

Until it returns to the plot where he is a business owner actually running his business, having interactions with customers and victims, travelling to Earth more regularly, facing actual threats from those who don't care about how sad he is and are actually bothered by his obnoxious ways, I have a questions.

Where are the common teething issues business tend to have, like budget, landlords, tax, inflation, lack of exposure?

How do they pay their day to day expenses, especially since they have so much time on their hands?

Why aren't they out advertising?

How do I.M.P catch the eye of those who just died and how do these sinners pay?

When was the last time we saw a sinner?

Blitzø's direction gives the impression that he's being written for the chronically online people who wish this was them, that they were more feisty, outgoing and desirable whilst others just got them and felt their misery, something that can easily be done as a viewer, throw in the tried and tested powerful and dangerous royalty that worked so well for Twilight and 50 Shades and we have a character who can be vicariously lived through, basically the classic fairytale default damsel who people also want to criticize. It's like he's being reduced to an clownish caricature, looks the vibrant and animated character we were introduced to but that's all just in paper now, he barely stands out in any recent episodes because his presence wasn't nessessary and when he was relevant, it's for his ship or drama from his past.

While waiting to see him with his coworkers who he voyers on because he's sad and lonely, his rude and violent adult adopted daughter, or learn about the trauma surrounding his mother, or whatever is going on with his user dad, or when we will next see his troubled sister who is mad at him, his bitter ex, his best friend/ex friend/rival/friend who lives the life he should be living who he sexually harasses since reconciliation, or his transactionship, or whatever else is pushed on him and there no doubt will be more. What about his present? What about his daily life outside the misery forever sent his way for us?

He should be encountering strangers and a massive variety of situations he can't entirely control on the regular, having to draw upon his smarts, experiences and group dynamic to get out of binds or be efficient, his trauma, sadness and his sass could be a force of good.

How much of his likability is nostalgia, maybe from outside of show? Outside of the pity and sex jokes, what is being done with him?

This may all be harsh and funny enough I actually like this character, but never have I known a series where the solution to making a main character more deep was is a simple case of

'Let them get on with it!

Let them do their job!

Stick to the story!'

Well I do know one other case...

[thedaughterofadam]

My S.O. headcanons for the #redactedaudio universe. Because I can and why not. {#NSFW under the cut, Minors Do Not Interact.}

Angel:

- Has thrown a cane {Because of course they broke their leg doing something illegal}, at a police car.

- Baaabe and Angel have been best friends since middle school. As soon as Baaabe knew who Angel was it was immediately our girlfriend to David.

- Has said Davey Wavey with puppy dog eyes to get David to grab things from the top shelf for them. {Immediately was told to never call him that while he was laughing}, Now climbs to the top shelf and mock growls at David when he pulls them off.

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- Has been a horrible person to play with one on one with Mario Kart. {David definitely has focused enough to pause the game and immediately fuck their brains out}, but horrible none the less.

- Has made David wear a Devil costume for Halloween because they dress as their pet name an Angel which makes David both horny and laugh.

Baaabe

- Has been in an abusive relationship so makes sure to praise Asher and make him feel like a priority as Asher does for them.

- Wears Asher's gym Shorts while running. {They're a runner and a track star, don't ask why, I just think Gym Babe}

- Is taller than Angel so definitely has thrown David's mate over their shoulder more than once when they did some mischievous activities.

- Baaabe doesn't do puppy dog eyes, they do a cat smile when they want something. Why? {Because they always have a devious plan, Angel's best friend for a reason}

- They prefer warm sweets to cold, I don't make the rules, but they like warm things.

Sweetheart

{They're my favorite, so if you thought I forgot you're wrong.}

- Met both Baaabe and Angel in college, has not been able to escape them since.

- Disappears on top of the fridge so they can scare Asher, has succeeded and got stuck in top of the fridge.

- Has been a dancer their whole life, so them being bendy definitely doesn't make Milo horny, and their practices aren't always timed so perfectly that Milo sees them when he gets home from work. {Wink, Wonk}

- Jumps onto furniture like a cat when they get scared, hissing at the thing that scared them has happened more than once.

- Loves when Milo gets out of the shower, helping him get ready for bed. Because they like that he lets them around when he's vulnerable.

Darlin'

{Also one of my favorites top Three along with Sweetheart}

-Military Dad, divorced parents, friends with the boys for years. Always cries on Gabe's death anniversary because that's the only good Father figure they had.

- Left for college at an Arts school met Quinn when their Dad had basically disowned them for not wanting to stay in Dahlia with him. Hence the Daddy Issues.

- Has called Sam Daddy once by complete accident, it was one of those joking things and immediately got Sam turned on, they both learned things that night.

- Likes to paint on the porch, watching the sun set and rise to relax. Sam has had to pick them up and bring them to bed because they fell asleep painting in the sun.

- Likes when Sam showers with them. They like washing his hair and making sure he relaxes makes them feel at ease.

Freelancer

- Has hidden themselves behind the large stacks of chips at Costco as a child.

- Prefers the blue candy to the red candy at stores.

- Has made Gavin carry them after sex because they like being close to him, and they get princess treatment.

- Dances around the apartment while Gavin cooks, because they like making him laugh as they try to do the Tiktok dances.

- Likes when Gavin's hands are ein their hair, it brings them comfort

Lasko's S.O.

{Let me know if they have a name}

- Prefers tea to Coffee

-Likes cold sweets, definitely eats an ice cream cone during a snow storm.

- Likes to be under all the blankets while sleeping because Lasko is cold and they want all the cuddles.

- Has made Lasko read to them just to distract him with kisses and soft touches.

- Likes seeing Lasko in charge so they watch him do paperwork so they can stare at his RBF without being noticed.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heyyy. Just had a thought about what would tan would be like on reader's birthday but they aren't together. So readeranf the twins are friends so what kind of stuff would they get her. Feel like tan would get something really meaningful and sweet that is something that he must really listen to what reader says in general to know. And when he gives her it he's reaally awkward and a blushing mess cyz he's worried she won't like it and he's saying stuff like'you can return it if u don't like it' 'its a stupid gift so u probably won't like it'. Love ur stuff recently :))

my baby hi!! sorry this has taken me longer to reply to than I usually would. been a little busy last couple days!! I got a little carried away and I couldn’t stop coming up with things😭💌

TAN GIVING READER BIRTHDAY GIFTS.

but

this guy is so thoughtful that no one can tell me otherwise!! he's a good listener, especially when you think he's not paying attention AND he's got cash to flunk which helps aid his gift-giving abilities so so so...

he's a bit of a snooper, so if he sees a tab open on your laptop or computer and it's a shopping website, he'd quickly click on it and take a picture so that he can remember what it is. maybe he deletes the items from your cart so you can't buy them for yourself

if you and the twins are shopping, and tan sees you eye up something, he'd make a note to pick it up (he's come back in a few hours or next day)

it depends on what things you like - ie flashy designer gifts or gifts for things you need/ can't buy. but he doesn't want to disappoint you so he'd get you something within that category (in that safe sweet spot)

maybe he mistakes things, so if he thinks you like a certain candle scent, he'd get it for you in air freshener form, not knowing that you know there's a difference in the smells (hence why you've never bought it for yourself) so he thinks he's being sweet (he is) but you don't really like the smell, but he's so thoughtful that you say you love the scent name (that makes sense right?)

he goes overboard and definitely puts lem's gifts to shame (even though he got you perfect gifts (I feel like lem just knows what you want and like, and the presents have funny inside jokes))

he tries hard to find the balance between a friendly and romantic gift - not wanting to overstep that line 

maybe your washing machine broke? so he buys you a new one, but a model better than your one before. maybe you mention how your floor seems empty? so he buys you a rug to match your space (would probs ask lem for advice) maybe you mention how you're running low on a lip gloss you like? but he doesn't know the shade name, so he gets you all the shades in that brand/ line so you can pick and choose when you want (it's your go-to one and you have it out often, hence why he knows the brand - he can read the logo) clear, pinks, purples, reds, browns, oranges - he'd get them all 

maybe you mention how you want to liven up your bedroom to match the season? so he buys you new bedding with colours to match your room (again, he asks lem to help) maybe you had your eye on a pair of shoes or boots but they're way out of your price range? guess what? he's had them boxed up and in his wardrobe the whole time (ready to give you on your bday) maybe there's a foreign snack you like but it's near impossible to find? so you bet when he's away for work he hunts around the shops to see if he can find any. ALSO!!!!! if he can, he'd buy loads, like I mean loads and pay to mail them back home so he can give it to you for your bday (dying)

and when it comes to actually giving them to you, he's all nervy and anxious bc he doesn't want you to hate them, so he puts it out there that he's uncertain about what he got you (even though he knows he did a good job) ALSO he really really values your opinion!!! so he says things like "I got the receipt at home if you don't like it" "that one's stupid. I thought it was alright in the shop, but I dunno" "you're hard to buy for (lie) I'll get you better stuff at christmas (or whatever it is you do or don't celebrate)" “I won’t be offended if you swap it” (or return/ refund)

and the reason you have a slight scowl is not bc of the gifts, but bc of what he's saying. like they're PERFECT gifts and he's saying that they're not 

so you're like "how did you even know I wanted that?" and he says how he has his sources yadayada

he's such a cutie pie <3

[sol-thorne]

I'm hyperfixating so here's a very random non exhaustive list of ina11 headcanons:

- Gouenji is actually brown haired and dyes his hair blonde to look cool (and because Yuuka told him it looked cool once)

- Endou is a trans boy who forgets to wash his binder, cuts his own hair (hence the chaotic hairdo) and does not care that his voice is higher pitched than most of his friends

- Kazemaru is a demiboy, uses he/they and redos his makeup after every training session

- Endou is audhd and dyslexic. He has the hardest time in class. Is grandpa is exactly the same (this is why they both have terrible handwriting)

- Kidou is autistic, very picky with food and ends up eating always the same stuff because he can't stand most textures. His adoptive dad forces him to eat everything so whenever he's away from home he sticks to rice

- Aki is bisexual but figures it out very late

- Sakuma got blind in his right eye as a kid in an accident and wears an eyepatch because he's edgy

- Tsunami cuts his own bangs. Also he didn't notice he was short-sighted until he stole Haruna's glasses for fun and suddenly nothing was blurry anymore

- Hiroto is anemic

- Everyone new assumes Endou is dating either Gouenji or Kidou. Everyone who does know them assumes they're in a throuple and everyone is aware but them

- Toramaru, Touko, Rika, Midorikawa and Fuyuka are trans

- Fubuki is genderfluid

- Aprhodi is a trans girl

- Hijikata and Kogure get along like a house on fire

- Fudou's white streaks in hs hair are from stress and using the meteorite too much in his days at Teikoku

- Sakuma developed a fear of penguins also after Teikoku

- Domon is insecure about his body type but tries not to let it show by being overconfident

- Everyone on the Raimon team had a crush on Endou at some point

- Tachimukai, Toramaru, Haruna and Hijikata are very good cooks

[basedhighsenberg]

I have a theory that the reason we keep seeing so many stories about female teachers sexually abusing male students is because we're witnessing a sort of... personnel plateu in the field of teaching. The POSIWID result of the current education system, if you will.

Education these days is a field absolutely dominated by women, arguably in part because the modern education system is tailored towards female learning methods and not male ones. This has been a hot debate for a while now as people have been asking why male test scores have been dropping so much compared to female scores which have been doing very well. But, not what I'm focusing on right now.

There's an old stereotype about some men who were popular jocks in high school, who peaked there mentally and emotionally and spend the rest of their life trying to relive and recapture those glory days- where they received lots of praise from their friends and family for being a good athlete, also lots of positive attention from female classmates. Hence we find all of these older dudes who still wear their varsity jackets and constantly try to pick-up younger, high school aged women.

How does this relate? Some women do so well while they're in school and get such positive feedback for doing well, that they are drawn to the field of education as a career- which makes sense, if you're a good student why wouldn't you make a great teacher? If you're a great highschool athlete, why wouldn't you make a great real world athlete?

I believe the "female teacher sexually abuses younger male student" is a rough equivalent to the washed out highschool jock. You're taking an individual who has never known more praise than when they were participating in this system, giving them an authoritative roll in this system, and then they immediately start trying to relive the days when they were praised constantly, including seeking attention from highschool aged males to make up for the lack of attention they are receiving elsewhere.

The solution to all of this? Simpler than you think- ban public schools.

[blueblobbing]

Julian x mc wardrobe

This idea came up in a convo between @cinsilly and me

They're not happy I'm writing this at 5 am lol

Story under cut

Ever since your first encounter with Julian you’ve noticed a few things about him. Primarily his clothing, for instance, they never seemed… clean. Sure, they looked like they had a quick wash but never fully cleaned. You've deduced this down from a stain that only ever seemed to fade. Along with the various creases that never seemed to ever be fully straightened out. You had learned about how he had only recently returned back to Vesuvia, only then to have to run around and try to prove his innocence with you, then had to fight the Devil himself. Life seemed to have swept you both up. Neither one of you fully got the chance to unwind and recharge from the series of events that had unfolded. However, things were different. Finally, life was starting to return back to normal. 

Hence why you were thinking about his clothing. He still hadn’t stopped, hadn’t slowed down. He always seemed to be geared up and ready to go. Constantly running circles around you. He had started up his clinic and was constantly helping other people but never himself. So that's when you decided to give him something that would have to slow him down. Get him out of his mind for one second to stop and breathe. 

Over time you’ve searched and scrounge around in local shops for the perfect articles of clothing that screamed out his name. Carefully you collected a whole wardrobe full. Precariously you set up the scene and just in time as you hear the front door open with a groan. You hear a familiar voice call out to you. 

“Darling I’m home!” a cheerful Julian chimed out as you entered the room. He had his back turned to you as he hung up his coat on the hanger next to the door, as he turned around you watched his smile only grow upon seeing you standing before him. He held out his arms as you walk forth and land into his arms. A soft smile growing on your face. 

In a soft tone you say softly, “Welcome home, love. Was work tough?”

Julian smiled and shook his head, “unfortunately it was a quiet day at the clinic.”

You look up to him with a puzzled look, “That sounds like a better day than the other chaotic ones.”

He chuckled the vibrations gently bouncing you before he said cheerfully, “You know me, I like being on my toes. Standing still was never my greatest strength.” 

You roll your eyes before looking up at him, “Well surely you can spare a few moments and come see the surprise i've been working so painstakingly hard to put together?” 

His smile shifted into his usual smirk, one that never ceased to cause your own smile to grow. He truly was an infectious person to love. 

“Lead the way.” He said calmly, despite the excitement that laced his words through the undertone. 

You gently take his hand in yours and lead him through the small home. You hear a light chuckle emit from him as you head towards the bedroom. You silently laughed a little, knowing exactly what he was thinking. However, you had opposite plans. You stop suddenly, causing him to almost bump into you. You release his hand, spinning on your heel to face him before pointing a finger at him and in a commanding voice, you say. 

“Close your eyes” 

His eyes gleam mischievously before he obeys, covering his eyes with his pale, slender hands. Quickly, you go to the wardrobe and pull open the large doors on the cabinet. Turning back around, you released him from his command, and his eyes grew wide as they landed on the various clothes neatly hung up. He looks back to you as he says with his heartwarming smile,

“What's with all these new clothes darling?”

“They’re for you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how little your wardrobe is or how dirty it is. Besides you work hard, constantly running around. I thought you deserved to be spoiled. Plus now you’ll have to slow down and actually piece yourself together.” 

He laughed before gently pulling you back into his arms pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“You treat me too well, I truly am lucky to have someone so caring and sweet as you.” 

You look up at him with a love filled smile. Both of you stood there for a while, the world seemingly making space for just you two. However, the moment was broken, as all good things had to come to an end. Instead it was replaced with a heartwarming scene as you watch him go through the clothing. He carefully pieced together different outfits and laughed at a few of your choices, but never seemed to turn any of them down. 

The next morning, you awoke to an empty bed, which wasn’t new. Julian was usually up before you. Climbing out of bed, you stop after hearing a noise. Quickly, you turn around only to find your tall lover carefully slipping on one of his new shirts and buttoning it up. He brushed out the fabric, turning around as he stopped seeing that you were up and smiled brightly. That day, that shirt became your favorite. 

[bladeweavedance]

I decided to do one of those ship template meme thingies. There is no official height for either of these characters that I have seen, but they appear to be about the same size, so I kind of gave 'em an average-ish height. Wyll's age is his official age. Gale does not have any official age - he looks to be in his early-mid 40s, but I can't discount the idea that the orb might have prematurely aged him a bit, so I put him in his late-30s.

I figure Wyll and Gale take turns being the big/little spoon hence why I kinda halfsies it for both of them.

For the lends clothes / borrows clothes thing… Well, first of all, I headcanon Gale as being stockier than Wyll weight-wise - so it's likely Gale would not fit in any of Wyll's clothes (which seem rather tight on him anyway). Additionally, I just have this thought in my head that Wyll is sort of used to not being near a water source for washing his clothes for days at a time - so, he might sort of have this habit where he ends up running out of clean clothes and where normally he'd just wear the same thing over again (sort of a young bachelor-type of mindset almost), he just decides to borrow Gale's clothes instead. When they get married, Gale tries to gently break him of this habit. Though, he does like seeing Wyll wearing his clothes. It does things to him. LOL

I feel like neither Wyll nor Gale are the type to really excessively use pet names, but they might use a few simple ones with the occasional unique one sprinkled in. Wyll uses darling, dearest, my love - and maybe "my sweet wizard" and "my king" - playing into the sort of fairytale romance thing with that. Gale is put-off on using darling himself because he's heard Astarion use it too much, but he also uses dearest, my love, my hero, my Blade, and he uses "my king" back to Wyll as well.

Wyll is very charming and he seems really sociable when he's in a good mood (he mentioned dancing a bunch of sarabandes with the ladies and gentlemen of the Gate, and he's really a Man of the People sort, I think - he likes interacting with people and inspiring them) - so I put him all the way on the extroverted side. Gale is a bit harder to judge - on the one hand, he enjoys a lot of solitary activities (reading, he stands off to the side at parties, etc.), but he also exhibits a lot of very social traits as well - seeming to enjoy conversation and hanging out in bars. So, I headcanon him as being the sort that's kind of in the middle in terms of extroverted and introverted.

Wyll and Gale are not only both service-oriented people, but they're also rather eloquent and enjoy romantic phrases and poetry and building up people around them (especially their partner). So, I see both of them as being in-between when it comes to Affection through Words and Affection through Actions.

I wasn't really sure what to put in regards to Confesses First and Waits for Confession. On the one hand, they both tend to play the slow-burn in terms of romance, but on the other hand, they're both also rather eager and bold people… Sooo… I kinda just put them both on the same level. They seem like they'd both confess their feelings first at various points in their relationship (Gale might be the first to say "I love you" but Wyll ends up being the first to propose or what have you).

The bugs question… ROFL While I don't see Gale as really being the scream-y sort about anything really (he's pretty level-headed in the face of danger), he does seem to harbor some wariness towards bugs, particularly spiders (Not just the "Stop licking the damn thing!" but he has some words about phase spiders and Kar'niss). Wyll meanwhile is absolutely fearless and will definitely squash bugs or anything else that might set Gale on edge without question.

More to come for the rest of this! Darn character limit…

[13as07]

Shogi Partner #2

(Shikamaru Nara Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: @thenightperson

Word Count: 4,153

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Fawn, Sensei

Age Gap (Younger Woman/Older Man)

Power Imbalance (Teacher/Student)

Titty Fondling

Fingering

Borderline Pedophilia

Cheating

I think ima do a prequel

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     "The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout." It feels like all my bodily functions have frozen, besides my heart at least, which is pounding against my chest like it's trying to escape. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out." My Fawn is sat crisscrossed on the carpet, her fingers wiggling and falling downward to mimic rain. "Out came the sun and dried up all the rain." Inojin, Ino's son, is sitting in her lap, clinging to her wrists as he watches her play out the lullaby. "So, the itsy bitsy spider crawled up the spout again."

     Inojin says something, his words soft enough that I can't catch what he's asking. For once, I'm upset he didn't inherit his mother's loud mouth. Whatever he said made my Fawn laugh, the sound giving my pounding heart a power up to slam itself harder.

     My Fawn stands up, child in arm as she settles on her feet. Inojin is moved in her arms, positioned more comfortably as he lunges forward, fisting her hair. "You are my sunshine," she starts humming, swaying them in slow circles. "My only sunshine. You make me happy when the skies are grey." My fingers twitch as I watch her dance with my nephew. Twitch to snatch him out of her arms and place Shikadai there instead. To watch her dance with and sing to my son, not Ino's. "You'll never know dear, how much I love you. So, please - "

     She stops, a gentle giggle replacing her sing-song tone. "Good job, Little One," she coos, peppering kisses across Inojin's cheeks. The side door opening catches my Fawn's attention, her arms tightening around my nephew as she turns to peek at who's entering.

     My eyes snap to the side as well, catching a glimpse of Ino, before they're back on my Fawn. She's oozing joyfulness and sunshine to the point I'm almost convinced she is the sun. They exchange 'thank you's and 'you're welcome's before Inojin is taken from her arms and whisked away by his mother, off to explore a different section of the preschool.

The pounding of my heart stops; the organ is barely there when my Fawn turns back around. Her eyes land on me, the sunshine radiating off of her being snuffed out the instant she sees me.

"Are you alright?" Temari asks, pulling my attention away from my student for a moment. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm fine," I mutter, snapping my eyes back to my student. She's back to being sunshine and rainbows as if she never saw me. Choji has been wrapped into my Fawn's bubble, his wife, Karui, looking stressed as she rattles off about their daughter.

I'm not surprised to see her, after all, it is a Namiashi-owned Preschool, run by her clan's Chieftess, centered around the future generations of Shinobis. Only the children of the highest-ranking Shinobis gain enrollment. Hence why so many of my comrades are here instead of enrolling their children in the preschools of their clans. Hence why Temari was so set on Shikadai going here since I 'insist we keep our roots in the Leaf Village'.

     "I'm going to greet Choji," I tell my wife, snatching Shikadai from the ground before beelining toward my Fawn.

Temari looks after me, a mix of disgust and surprise on her face. My student doesn't think of my best friend in disgust. My student respects my friends, and adores their children, obviously. She rambles on about Ino's accomplishments as a kunoichi and the respect she has for Choji's clan all the time. My wife can't even control her facial expressions when I mention my friends.

My stomach twists the closer I get to the small group, threatening to turn up my dinner. I don't know why. I'm just greeting my friend, who happens to be talking to my Fawn.

My Fawn, who was in tears the last time I saw her.

My Fawn, who was so excited to get the attention she'd been craving from me, just for me to turn her away a second later.

My Fawn, who I haven't seen in so long that it can't just be a coincidence anymore.

My Fawn, who did what I asked and sent her father to speak to me the next day.

My Fawn, who doesn't know she's still technically my student. All because I rambled on about her achievements within the last year. All because I couldn't stomach telling her father that I threw up the second his daughter left my office the day before. All because I can't stomach the fact or reaction Raido would have knowing I took advantage of the admiration his daughter has for me all in the name of sexual tension and lust. The tension was brought forth because of my marriage issues, not because of my student.

"Hi," I bark once I'm in front of the group, my self-control just as wrecked as my volume control. Even Shikadai reacts, covering his ears.

My student tenses the second she sees me, her fingers clinging to Choji's bicep a little harder. Why in the world is my student touching him? Why is he letting her touch him? Why isn't Karui threatening to beat her ass? Can't the world see why she shouldn't be anywhere near my friends? I don't have the self-control to watch her mingle with them, with their kids, with my kid.

"Hey," Choji returns my greeting, eyes wide and slowly blinking as he looks me over. "Are you okay?" He slowly asks, sight dropping down my body like he's looking for a stab wound.

"Ya... I'm... ya. Namiashi-Chan?" I can feel my dinner in my throat when my Fawn flinches from her name on my tongue. "Where's your father?"

"Last I knew his dick was down your throat, so you'd know better than me," she snaps, releasing my friend from her death grip before turning toward his wife.

     I watch her, my eyes trailing on her form as I think over the insult. From a reaction like that, I take it Raido told my Fawn about our meeting and she did not take that news well. From her father's anbu tags still wrapped around her neck, dangling on her chest, I worry about a possible reaction she's going to make me have.

     Choji rattles on about whatever, small talk and the stress of preschool, probably. I barely listen, my full attention on my Fawn as she answers Karui's never-ending questions. She's dressed cute today, appropriately, sadly, but still adorable. A mute top and a floral skirt that falls just above her knees. A whisk of skin showing between the two. A whisk of skin just large enough to trail my tongue over.

     I'm reminded of my dinner again, sloshing around in my stomach, my sick feeling fueled by disgust with myself. I'm completely convinced I'll be sick on the daycare floor when the thought of sliding my hand under my Fawn's skirt keeps whirling through my thoughts.

     "Do you need to go outside for a smoke?" Choji asks, eyes flickering between my student and me. "You look pale."

     "Ya."

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The moon is grossly dull tonight. Like the sun doesn't respect it enough to give it any light of day. Like how my Fawn doesn't respect me enough to give me any light of day.

     Half a puff is sucked from my dying cigarette, the second one since Choji went back inside to finish helping Karui with Chocho's orientation. Of course, not before trying to yank what's wrong out of me. I can't tell him what's going on.

     I can't tell anyone about my obsessive behaviors surrounding my student recently. What use would it be? It would just bring issues. Issues for me, my marriage, my son. Issues for my student, for her family just as much as mine. I need to figure out how to get this under control. Figure out how to get rid of it. My Fawn is a baby. One I've known for years. One that just became an adult.

     Five years isn't a terrible age gap, but it is. We were twelve and seventeen. That's not appropriate. Even now, eight and twenty-three isn't the best. Twenty and twenty-five aren't bad though. Nor is twenty-five and thirty... What am I thinking? She's my student. I'm her teacher. She's a baby.

     An annoyed sigh spills from me as I rub my hands down my face. This shouldn't be a thought, let alone a self-debate. The answer is no. I'm married. I have a child. She's barely not a child anymore... but I was eighteen when I got married, and nineteen when my son was born. No!

     I yank my pack out of my pocket, set on having another cigarette to try and take the edge off before I go back inside. I've already been out here too long. Temari is probably fuming and I've missed enough of Shikadai's orientation. One more smoke and then I'm pushing this issue down and focusing on being a good dad.

     The back door creaks as I settle my cigarette between my lips. The noise catches my attention, my eyes glancing to the side as I light the end of the stick. The stick almost falls from my mouth when a floral skirt slides through the corner of my sight.

"Ya, all the doors are pin pad secured and hooked to an external power source for an extra layer of security," my Fawn's voice lingers on as she presses herself against the door, propping it open as Naruto and Hinata wander outside.

"That sounds pretty fancy," Naruto chuckles, his eyes locked on their son as Hinata's stay set on him. It makes me envious, seeing how they're still so much in love. Why aren't Temari and me like that? Where did I go wrong?

     "We'll see you Monday," Hianta tells my Fawn, never pulling her focus away from her two boys.

     "Oh, no," my student corrects, sending our Hokage and his family a loose smile. "I don't work for the preschool. I'm on active duty. I'm just here as an extra set of hands."

     "Well, then I'm sure I'll see you coming or going," Naruto mutters, already walking away from her, his wife tucked tightly into his side and his son perched on his shoulders.

     "Of course, Lord Seventh," my Fawn replies, bowing her head as they walk past her. It's good to know at least one of us has our morals because I don't. It's easier to deny when she's not standing in front of me. It's easier to reason when I can't see her, smell her, hear her. I was her age when I got married, so it can't be too bad of a situation, can it?

     I race forward when she turns to go back inside and manage to grip her elbow to tug her back before she's too far out of reach. "Shikamaru," she hisses, body tense and a glare glued on her face. A glare aimed at the door that clicks closed, instead of blessing me with it. My tempting student still refuses to give me the light of day.

     "Namiashi-Chan," I whisper, slowly inching forward. I don't stop moving until her elbow, still cupped in my hand, is pressed into my side and my chest is pressed into her back. My Fawn tenses because of our close quarters, her glare depending as it burns into the metal door. "We should talk."

     "I don't have anything to say to you."

     "But I have plenty to say to you," I murmur, daring to brush my fingers against the cloth covering her thighs. It's soft, made of cotton, and encourages her scent to fill the space between us. A ripple slides through my Fawn's body, disrupting her hardness before it is present again. How cute, she's trying to stay mad at me, but her admiration for me still shines through. "Do you know why I've been cautious about what happened between us?"

     "Because you're married."

     "And?" I mutter, trailing my fingertips up her skirt, enjoying the next ripple that makes her spine curve.

     "Because you have a son."

     "And?" I repeat, taking my time to enjoy the gap between her skirt and her shirt, soaking in the warmth of her skin.

     "Because you're older than me; because you were already an adult when we met."

     I can't help the curving of my mouth. What a smart girl. What a selfish girl. Well aware of my thought process and yet, still so angry with me. My grin deepens when my touch trails to her back, racing between her shoulder blades to slide against her neck. I can't help the euphoria I feel when my Fawn's breath is sucked in just a smidge rougher than before. "And?"

     She stays quiet, her breaths getting shallower when I drop my hand to her waist and lean forward, exhaling so the air from my lungs brushes against her sensitive throat. "I... I don't know."

     "Because I'm your Sensei," I answer for her, daring to lower my head even more so my lips can tease the skin of her neck. Not quite a kiss, but nothing else either. "I'm your Sensei," I repeat, inching upward, leaving my mouth hovering as I trail around. "I couldn't bear the thought of someone else being your Sensei. Someone else helping you train. Someone else sitting with you at a shogi board. Someone else being your shogi partner. Do you understand that, my pretty little Fawn?"

     "Under... understand...?"

     I finally give in, brushing a kiss against the edge of her jawline to the dip of her neck. "Do you understand how those thoughts made me feel?" I ask, sliding more kisses against her throat as my hand lets go of her elbow. My touch is only away from her long enough to settle on her waist, my fingertips quickly poking under the hem of her short little shirt. "How many times in the past week I've thought about the feeling of your breast in my hand? How many times I've thought about those dangling little tags you use to tempt me? How many times I've stopped myself from calling your name while enjoying my wife?"

     "This is unprofessional, Shikamaru," she scolds, the airiness my kisses were gifting melted out of her voice. "Your wife and son are inside. If you're going to be a drag of a Sensei, you can at least be a good father. A good husband."

     My smile only deepens from the insult. My cute little Fawn, using my words against me. "Let me apologize for being a 'a drag of a Sensei' then," I murmur, sliding my hand against her. I inch my fingers further up her shirt, stopping their trip when I feel the lace of her bra under my touch. "It's the least I can do, Fawn."

     "Sensei," she calls, her hands falling to her stomach. One rests in the center of her waist, the other laid on top of my hand. My fingers jerk upward, finding their way between hers before locking around them.

     Not so headstrong now, are we, little Fawn? No, you're not. I've barely touched you and you're already falling apart.

     I softly hum in acknowledgment, widening my mouth to suck on her skin. I wiggle my way under the band of her bra, a ripple racing through me when my fingertips graze her breast. "What is it that you need, my little Fawn? Tell your Sensei what you need," I order, my hand shaking with the restraint to move slowly, keeping my tempo as my hand slides up to cup her boob.

     "You... you're... you can't..."

     "Tell me to stop and I will. Four letters. That's all it takes," I tell her, squeezing her flesh in my grasp, letting her boob melt between my fingers. It's warm, like I remember. Like I've been craving the whole week since I first got to enjoy it. "Tell me to stop," I order, tightening my grip on her fingers before tailing our knotted hands across her belly before pulling them down.

     "I... I..."

     "Want me to stop?" My fingers hook on her skirt, slowly pulling it up her legs. "Or maybe you want to accept my apology? Which will it be, Fawn?" I ask, jerking our hands down when her skirt is pulled far enough up. "Tell me what you want."

     My Fawn's chest pumps faster as I slide my fingertips against her panties, my touch finding an already present damp spot. I fall quiet, focused on her nerves as I wait for an answer. My mouth cups her throat, sucking on her skin with the plan to leave my mark behind. The hand buried under her shirt finds her nipple, tugging on it to encourage a whimper to fall loose from her legs. Our hands knifed and buried between her legs stay pressed against her, gentle circles being laid against the proof of her wetness.

     Pitched attempts at words spill from my student. Her fingers tighten against mine and the hand on her stomach jumps up to cling to my wrist pressed against her rib cage. "Sen... Sensei... Sensei," she whines, her call on me on repeat, not that I mind. It's my new favorite song. One I'd happily listen to forever.

     "That's not an answer, Fawn," I murmur, shoving my nose into her neck. I get what I want, her head tipped to the side and more room to bruise her skin.

     "Shikamaru." My hips jerk at the sound of my name on her lips, my ignored boner rubbing against her ass. My hand grips her boob again, squeezing it as whispered hopes of my fingerprints being left behind fight for room in my mind. "Please?"

     "Fuck," I groan into her neck, grinding against her add harder. I jerk her panties to the side, keeping a strong hold on her hand as two of my fingers loosen for the knot. "You say my name so beautiful, Fawn."

     Her fingernails dig into my wrist when I start rubbing circles against her clit, egging me on even more. Yes, little Fawn, leave your mark too. Punish your Sensei for being a bad man, for treating you so poorly. Make me beg for your forgiveness.

     "I'm sorry, Fawn," I whisper into her ear, sliding our hands down so my fingertips can tease her pussy that clenches in protest. "Sensei is so sorry for pushing you away, for trying to get rid of you."

     "You're mean."

     "I know," I mutter, latching my mouth around a sliver of skin again, brutally sucking on it. I want her littered in my hickeys. I want it to be impossible for her to hide them. I want every man in the village to see them as they admire those annoyingly dangled tags she wears every day. "Let me make it up to you, Fawn."

     The shaky moan that melts off her lips is almost enough to make me bust. The feeling of her pussy clinging to my fingers as I push them in doesn't do anything to help. "I hate you," my Fawn whimpers, her head lulling before resting against my shoulder.

     The lack of access to her neck annoys me, but her hips jerking to push my fingers deeper into her cunt makes up for it. "I know," I whisper, focusing my kisses against her cheek. I curl my fingers, getting another jerk of her hips and my dick to twitch in need. I deserve this, my needs ignored, being driven crazy with the want to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock instead of my fingers.

     The slow drag of my fingers out of her before thrusting them back in gets me a moan and hooded eyes. The faster my fingers move inside her, the whiner her moans get, and the more desperate for relief is what I get. I deserve this. My Fawn deserves this. This is how it's going to stay.

     "Shikamaru," she whines, her legs shaking with the quickly ending timer until her orgasm.

     "Forgive me, Fawn," I whisper into her ear, trying my hardest to keep my movements the exact same. "Tell me you forgive me. Tell your Sensei you forgive him."

     "You don't deserve my forgiveness."

     My jaw clenches at her words, partly because they're right, and partly because they anger my dick even more. I want to be buried in her, desperate to cum as I beg for forgiveness, told I don't get to cum until I get it. I want her to forgive me now. I want her to never forgive me. I want my Fawn hunched over my desk with her pussy leaking my cum. I want my Fawn to tell me I'm never allowed to touch her again after this. I want everything and nothing from her, all at once.

     "Shikamaru!" She calls for me, her cunt clenching as she comes undone. My Fawn doesn't deserve to cum while I'm still locked away behind my zipper. She doesn't deserve to soak our hands in her slick. And yet, she deserves having me graveling at her feet, begging to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her.

     I gently hush her, slowing the pace of my fingers thrusting in and out of her. I coat her face in kisses, dropping my hand away from her chest to gently rub her stomach. "You're so pretty, Fawn. You did such a good job. Do you feel better?"

     "I feel dirty," she whispers, the bliss of orgasm quickly being washed away by regret. My Fawn straightens herself, yanking her hand out of mine. My eyes follow her movements, watching the dragging minutes of her straightening herself.

     My Fawn fixes her skirt before running her not-soaked hand through her hair. After an eternity of tense silence, she slowly turns around, finally facing me, finally giving me the time of day, and yet, I couldn't feel any worse if I tried. "You didn't tell my Dad you're stepping down as my Sensei."

     "Well, that's because - "

     "I'm not done talking," my Fawn cuts me off, raising her hand in a stop. "If you don't want to step down, fine, I can't make you, but this," she motions between the two of us, her face blank and empty. The same look she has while she's trying to think her way through a game of shogi. "Isn't happen again. You're married. You have a son. I have no interest in being a mistress and honestly, you're not worth my time."

     This is a serious conversation, one that we need to have, and yet all I can think about is laying her out in my bed. All I can feel is the twitch of my dick, the body part having a mind of its own and a growing want to get wet the longer my student degrades me.

     "We're not doing this again."

     "Okay," I murmur, shoving my hands into my pockets.

     My Fawn steps forward, making me way more excited than I should be. Her fingertips grip my shirt, using it to wipe her juices off her fingertips. Thoughts of shoving my face into my shirt as I relieve myself later play on repeat in my mind. It makes me feel dirty and yet it makes my balls hurt more.

     "I'm not going to let you make me feel like a dirty secret."

     I can't help the heat raking up my spine, caused by the glare on my student's face. Damn right, Fawn. Tell me what to do. Tell me what not to do. Tell me I'm a bad man. Keep telling me I'm not worth you. Step on me and tell me I'm not even worth the dirt on your shoes.

     I need help. Life would be so much easier if I was a cloud.

     "Okay," I repeat, quickly blinking to try and wash all my thoughts from my mind. My student stays put for a second, searching my face as a glimpse of uncertainty flickers across her expression. Don't do that, Fawn. Don't be uncertain. Tell me to jump and I'll jump. Tell me to bark and I'll bark. Tell me to never talk to you again and I won't.

     I really need help. I shouldn't feel like this over her. I should have walked away the first time this feeling bubbled up. Yet, I didn't. I let it play out. It's my fault we're in this situation. My Fawn made my heart flutter and I ran into Temari's arms because I thought it was more acceptable, because I thought I was confused. I'm a terrible man.

     "I'll see you tomorrow, Sensei," My Fawn whispers, stepping backward.

     "Tomorrow?"

     "We have a shogi game to finish, don't we?"

     "Ya."

     I got my shogi partner back, but at what cost?

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[imustbenuts]

Malice, Malevolence, Maous.

Kegare, Shinto Buddhism and how it gets reflected in Japanese video game writing. (Fire Emblem and Zelda Botw/Totk centric)

Gonna blab on a very specific aspect of Japanese Shinto :D. This is not talked about often despite the sheer amount of stuff out there so here's me talking about it.

So. It often goes something like this. The Hero gets a powerful magical weapon at some point. They fight through the Big Bad's army of mooks while they may journey throughout the land. Eventually, they, or the weapon mcguffin gets powered up by a higher power, and at the climax, the Hero/es comes through to take down the evil big bad Demon King-esque malevolent monster/dragon/non-human out, thereby succeeding in saving the world.

Any of that sound familiar? It should, for anyone who has engaged with just about any Nintendo media from Mario to Fire Emblem to Breath of The Wild.

This big bad character archetype is also known as Maou, or the Demon King. 魔王 can also be translated into Sorcerer/Magic King, but the negative evilness associated with it is more apt. TvTropes even lists this as a trope (link)!

The why they are often times taken down this way though, kiiiind of lies within Shinto Buddhism. (And by extension many of other culture/religion's concept of 'ritual cleanliness', but for this post I'm ignoring them! Sorry!)

I'll switch gears a bit to culture/religious stuff and talk about Kegare under the cut.

I think everyone who has ever touched any Nintendo or Japanese related media has ran into the concept of 'kegare', or 'spiritual uncleanliness' multiple times without realizing it.

Kegare (穢れ or 汚れ) is the concept of 'spiritual dirtiness'.

Translated as 'pollution' or 'defilement', to be kegare'd is to be dirtied in some form, often times through action. Generally speaking, kegare is a negative energy typically generated upon contact with death, childbirth, disease and menstruation. But it can also come into state through particularly powerful, negative state of emotions such as hate, jealousy, guilt and anger as well. Note that Kegare isn't by itself a moral or judgemental concept, but rather a force of nature. Kegare is not sin, and therefore cannot be seen as such!

You can think of kegare as bad vibes, bad juju, or even miasma. They're very similar concepts.

With enough bad vibes (basically), a place, object, or a person can be polluted so hard that evil spirits might manifest and cause harm to both them and their surroundings. Hence why Japanese media loves depicting places with bad vibes like the hospitals to be full of yokais or ghosts looking to cause harm.

This is why characters who harbor ambitions of taking over the world are seen as Maous. It's why characters like Hegemon Husk!Edelgard, Grima, Ganon, Mr. Grizz all fit into this evil, ambitious, resentful, almost force-of-nature-like beings who brings with them death to the world. Because they aren't just bringing death with them, they're about to unleash the largest tsunami of bad vibes they can into the world too!

But, the state of kegare can be purified away. There are 2 main ways to do so. Misogi, and Harae.

Misogi (禊)

By standing under a waterfall or washing the body with water, kegare can purified. Notably though, one must be dressed in white during this ritual cleansing. This specific concept is known as Misogi, and you might have come across it in botw already:

In BoTW, Zelda attempts to purify herself in order to unlock the power of the Goddess. By visiting important spiritual places and washing herself in its water in white, she's performing Misogi.

In Fire Emblem Heroes, Naga will suggest this to Kiran, the Player Character:

But misogi isn't exactly why big bads get the holy weapon whacking treatment. If you have noticed, misogi affects only the willing individual taking part in ritual cleansing. The real reason is actually...

Harae (祓)

Harae can mean 2 things. To drive out, or, exorcise. Consenting or not, harae essentially drives out or purifies kegare in another person, place, or object through rituals.

Harae can involve ceremonies, song and dance, using a ritual cleansing tool(!) such as the onusha.

As an example of the former, Azura in Fire Emblem Fates essentially embodies the power of misogi through her association with waters and purification. Here, she tries to exorcise the evil inside of Garon. She is actually performing harae!

As an example of the latter, the cleansing tools.... Why, it should be sounding familiar now.

Be it the Falchion, Yato, Fire Emblem, Breidablik, The Creator Sword, the Master Sword, Ocarina of Time, The Twilight Bow, they all share 2 very similar traits:

Be powered up by the good juju power/light

Whack the big bad maou with it, sometimes unleashing light in the process

In this context that I'm presenting, they are all tools of purification/exorcism. Sit down and think about this. Think about all the Japanese JRPGs you've played so far and see how much this clicks.

The Hero gains a weapon/tool/relic, powers it up in some way or is inherently already powered, and then uses that to smack the big bad and win. Sometimes the tools can be the heroes themselves, but it is often the very similar song and dance (heh). Hell, you can even extend this beyond Fire Emblem and Zelda. Maybe even extend it to anime and manga, and you might find the same themes in places you don't expect.

It's kind of neat to think about. Essentially, the hero not just defeats the big bad, but kind of purifies them as well.

But! There's another reason why weapons are often the divine relics needed to deliver the finishing blow in video games, and why they are almost always associated with characters of authority.

The Imperial Regalia of Japan/ The Three Sacred Treasures

There exists 3 treasures which represents 3 primary virtues and are part of the enthronement ceremony in Japan. They have never been shown to the public to symbolize authority, so no one but the authority knows what they look like. The above image is just an artist's impression of what they might resemble. They exist, supposedly.

The Sword is known as Kusanagi no Tsurugi, the mirror as Yata no Kagami, and the jewel as Yasakani no Magatama. They represent Valour, Wisdom and Benevolence respectively. They are said to be brought into this world by Japanese gods, passed to the first emperor of Japan, Emperor Jimmu, who said to be a descendant of Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess.

Yep, this is also why Fire Emblem is always about noble blooded people with divine weapons.

Yep, these are also the original inspiration for the triforce in The Legend of Zelda.

I won't get into the details behind the Regalia's story in this post, it's too long! Linfamy has done a video about the Regalia if you're interested.

Hopefully this was interesting. Again, feel free to take the ideas here and read up on it externally. So many, many videos and posts and I've not seen people talk at all about this. Sadge.

But before I close off this post, there is a negative side to this kegare concept, in which real people are discriminated against in Japan. ...Remember the association with death for kegare? Yeah... Uhm, someone needs to take care of the dead in any society and butcher livestocks for food, so what happens to those people? ...Messed up things, actually. If you are interested to learn about this, feel free to check this video out (link). Warning: it's a huge downer of a video.

And I think I've spent enough time writing this! Ty for reading this far if you did! ❤️

[nekodere07]

Watcher!Grian uses his newly found time travel powers to go back in time and remove himself from existence so he won’t have to suffer + Mumbo Jumbo is the Personification of Time itself >:) HC AU

Obligatory "also posted on AO3" link

Grian always wondered why people hates him. For a really long time. He's aware that he's mischievous and causes trouble for his friends but he's not used to be like that. In fact, he only recently learned to be himself and not worry about other people. The Evolutionists taught him that and he's forever grateful for their kindness and love despite betraying them to join the Watchers (they're going to kill his friends—his family if he won't). He always wondered why his parents hated him enough that they divorced and left him behind.

He always wondered why Sam only targeted him specifically despite being called a "friend". He always wondered why the Watchers kept their keen eyes on him. Is there something wrong with him? Is his existence bothering them so much that they just had to find ways to try and get rid of him in their own ways?

Whenever those thoughts plagued his mind (more often than not), Grian can only cower himself inside his base and locked himself for days—weeks even, just to release all the flowing tears and uncontrollable sobs out of his system and go out to pretend like nothing happened. The one skill he mastered all his life was to keep his giddy facade and hide his pain with a smile. Even now, it's a useful thing even when he doesn't need to do that anymore. But his persistent intrusive thoughts say otherwise. Whenever they come, he always asks himself why is he still here when all he's done is to bother people?

What's the purpose of him staying when everywhere he goes, all he does is cause nothing but trouble? Would it be better for him to just time travel? Yeah, the idea of going back in time to prevent himself from existing appeals to him, making him think about it over and over when his mind isn't busy with major projects or planning mischief.

Grian wakes up one morning, albeit with a violent jolt as per usual due to another nightmare from his past. When he looks around, his stomach drops at the familiar sight. Is he still dreaming? He pinches himself by the arm and proves his theory wrong. What is he doing here? Is this some kind of cruel, sick joke or prank? But only Pearl, Timmy, Martyn, and Mumbo knew about this. Unless they... No.

They can't just exactly replicate the bedroom from his high school based from his stories, can they? He leaves the bed and walks around the house. Yeah. It's the room he used to stay with Sam and Taurtis, but how? He passes by the kitchen and catches something from the corner of his eye, causing him to backtrack and stare at it, only to see his younger self washing the dishes.

Did Grian just go back in time? How? Is it because he's a Watcher? It can't be that convenient, right? This has to be some kind of trick.

He swipes a cap conveniently lying around the living room (the three of them were terrible at keeping the place clean. One time he saw a one-year-old glass of milk still standing from under the bed—how it got there, he had no clue) and quietly exits the apartment to wander around the streets.

The place is the splitting image of his old town. He can see familiar faces casually talking as he continues on his way, causing his chest to drum yet still feel light as the excitement fills him. With this power, he can finally fulfill his seemingly impossible idea! He just needs to figure out how to use it again.

Remember when Mumbo just rambles random things that may or may not make sense? Plus his contraptions are just blowing your mind? What if he's the literal personification of time?

So his chit-chats that seemingly don't make sense and amazing redstone come from eons worth of knowledge (both past and future) but just not very good at conveying them. Hence his famous line, "it's really quite simple".

It looks like nothing's wrong at first. Mumbo plans his next redstone contraptions and gathers materials for said contraptions. Just your typical normal day on the Hermitcraft server, really. So far so good, no man with a red jumper on sight that's potentially lurking from the shadows, so he manages to have a productive day for once.

Well, until when he mentions a reference from Demise that Iskall acts quite a bit strange during the interaction, but Mumbo shrugs it off and thinks he probably remembered wrong. Hence, his friend's weird reaction. The next is when someone brings up the Mayoral election and he references the Jrumbot, only for Scar to give him a look he can't quite understand before brushing off that the topic was even brought up in the first place.

The last straw is when Mumbo greets Pearl and mentions her love of turning mobs upside-down when she sees the cleaning lady cooing at one of Zed's hanging animals, only for her to frown and cautiously asks about how he knew her favorite hobby. What does that mean? They literally live together last time. He tells her just that but she seems more confused the more Mumbo rambles, making him stop and apologize before leaving abruptly.

What is going on?

Why are a few events seemed to poof out of the Hermits' minds like a mysterious force is pulling their memories away from them? Then he finally realizes the similarities between said forgotten memories. They're events that occurred with Grian's involvement. Grian created Demise and Jrumbot. He founded Boatem when the five of them were messing around with boats.

Mumbo doesn't hesitate to lock himself in his Vault and focuses his thoughts on scanning through the previous timelines of Hermitcraft.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no...

Wha- what is happening?

Why is Grian's history starting to slowly fade away like smoke? He fast forward to the early months of S9, only to see a few of them disintegrating into nothingness as his best friend's existence is disappearing. He hastily backtracks, already biting his nails as he looks for something—anything where Grian still exists in their history. His drumming chest and ringing in his ears aren't helping, amplifying his panic more as he finds anyone with strawberry blonde hair and red jumper and THERE!

Mumbo sees the short man standing in front of two people lying on the floor who are concerningly bleeding and utterly pale for their own good. Why do they look familiar, though? He feels like he’d seen those faces before. No! No time for distractions! Before fully succumbing to his panic, he glances on what Grian is holding by his hand. It seems to be glinting by the moonlight that flows in through the open windows, his breath is caught in his throat as he finally sees what it is.

It's a sword.