#i feel he has no shame only vocals that Need to be heard

[pnthra]

leandros would kill at karaoke.

[rogueddie]

Hair Care T | 1,749 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is what makes you brave

Steve learnt early on that if he makes his hair all soft, fluffy and big, then girls would play with his hair. He's always loved having people touching his hair.

But after the Demogorgon, after he gets his act together? Suddenly, no one wants to touch his hair. No one comments on it, or even looks at it like they're so much as thinking about it.

And it is driving Steve insane.

"I can't just ask for it!" He complains. "That's weird and- and what if they take it the wrong way? What if I sound too weird or desperate?"

"I'm the wrong person for the weird complaint," Eddie points out. "And I still don't get the problem. What about Robin?"

Robin is convinced that all his little lines, trying to encourage attention towards his hair as subtly as he can, are all pick-up lines.

To be fair to her, she has only ever seen him using said lines when he's flirting. But they're supposed to be little hints, a nudge and a wink. Friendly- playful even.

But, because of that, he has a nasty feeling that she would take any hint or request about his hair as romantic. And the last thing Steve wants to do is make Robin uncomfortable.

"Ok, yeah, I see the problem there," Eddie hums, considering. "What about the kids? El and Max. They adore you and love playing with each others hair."

El had asked to play with his hair once.

She'd heard, somehow, that his hair is 'famous' in Hawkins and had wanted to see why. She encouraged Max to join her, even though she mostly ended up petting him like a dog.

Max had seemed to enjoy it more than El, but not by much, and the snickers from the other kids had been enough for him to refuse to let them "go again".

He's the babysitter, he needs at least some dignity.

"But did you like it?" Eddie presses.

"Well, yeah," Steve mumbles, snuffing his slipper on the carpet. "It was nice or whatever. Not worth the jabs though."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. Didn't feel worth it."

"Hmm..." Eddie pauses again, frowning as he looks him over. "Well... what was it specifically about what they did that was so nice? Has anyone else done that for you?"

Tommy used to play with his hair constantly. He was a quick learner and, with how much Carol visibly and vocally enjoyed watching them, there wasn't any shame.

They both seemed to enjoy themselves more whenever they could convince Steve to sit on the floor, so Tommy could scratch at his head more effectively.

"Which..." Steve pauses, frowning. "In retrospect was probably some weird power play thing. Like, I was the king at school but a dog at home."

"Yikes."

"Yeah."

But they knew exactly what he liked and they were good at it.

Tommy knew that he loves the back of his ears scratched, likes the small strands at his neck tugged. He knew that Steve loved the feeling of fingers brushing his fringe back, especially when he'd get rough and push his head back a little with the motion.

They knew what he needed.

"Well... I could do that," Eddie suggests. "I mean... if you want. It's not like it would be a hardship."

"Really? You wouldn't be uncomfortable?"

"Not at all. As long as you're ok with it, it's all good."

"That- yeah. Yeah, I'm on with that."

That's how it starts.

Steve had sat on the floor, in front of the sofa where Eddie was sat. It reminded him of Tommy for a moment, but Eddie quickly brought him back to the moment with a hand on his shoulder.

"This alright for you?" He asked, squeezing gently when Steve nodded. "Alright. Just let me know if it's bad, too much or you want to stop."

"Okay."

He had thought that would be it, though. Moments when they hung out in private, a thing for them that no one else was allowed in on.

But Eddie starts playing with his hair. All the time.

If he can find an excuse, he abuses it. Even in Family Video, busy with people and customers lining up in front of Robin, right next to them. Eddie just... leans forward, reaches out and pushes his hair back.

He does it so casual, so out in the open, that- somehow- Robin is the only one who gives them a strange look.

On movie nights, he's started putting a pillow down on the floor between his feet. When Steve comes in with popcorn, Eddie gives it a pointed look and raises an eyebrow at him.

It's so much, so often. Steve loves it, has never been so happy for so long. It leaves him feeling high sometimes.

All good things, for him, come to an end though. And his comes in the form of Robin Buckley.

"I'm not saying I have a problem with any of it!" She clarifies, right off the bat. "If it's just a friendship thing, that's amazing. I love how happy you are, really, and I don't want that to go away, and I know-"

"Robs," Steve interrupts. "Slow down. I don't know what you're trying to say."

She stood, staring at him for a moment, seeming to vibrate with her need to speak, before finally blurting out-

"Are you and Eddie dating?"

"Wh- what? No, that's... no. Why do you, uhm, think that?"

"Steve," she whines. "I know about your hair lines, remember? One of them must have worked with how addicted he's got to yours."

"Oh, that... no, that's not what's happened. Those aren't lines, I just... I really like people playing with my hair."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Wait, that still sounds suspicious. He plays with your hair all the time because he knows how much you like it?"

"No one else was going to."

"Oh my god," she rolls her eyes, stepping closer so she lightly tug at his hair. "I would have been doing this all the time if I knew it was ok!"

"Oh, uh, sorry?"

"No apologies, just tell me when you started crushing on Munson."

"How-?"

"I know you, dingus. Apparently not as well as I had hoped I did, but I do. And you're gone on him. When. Did it start?"

The first time Steve realized that he was feeling more than 'friendship feelings' for Eddie was when he was eating at his new trailer.

Wayne had come home early and was surprised to see that Eddie had a guest over.

But Eddie was too busy jumping up, excited to introduce them, to notice.

"Wayne! This is Steve, I've told you about Steve, he's great," Eddie said. "Steve, this is my uncle, Wayne. He's amazing, don't worry, he doesn't bite."

Steve had quickly stood extending an arm, and introduced him properly. He made sure to add a quick 'sir' at the end.

Wayne had quickly dismissed the title, turning to Eddie with a fond look, and said, "what was it you called him? Pr-"

"Shut up," Eddie was fast to interrupt, hands waving around.

And Steve realized that he was feeling hope. He was filled with hope that Eddie had said what his uncle seemed to about to say.

He realized that he wanted Eddie to think of him as pretty. He wanted Eddie to find him so pretty that he told his uncle.

It was a warm feeling, fluttering through his stomach- a feeling that he is all too familiar with.

"I'm gagging," Robin says, monotone. "But that does help."

"Help? How?"

"Uh, because he's obviously into you too!"

"Robs, I don't know..."

"Come on, it'll be easy. He already likes you, so you don't have to try so hard. Just a little thing that lets him know you like him. One of your moves-"

"No, Robs... I'm sure that he likes me too, at least a little, that's not the problem."

"What is them?"

"I... I've never, like... been with a guy. What if I do it wrong?"

"Steve," Robin grabs both of his shoulders. "He likes you. All you have to be is yourself."

"I don't know if I c-"

"You can, and you will. We'll think of a plan that cannot fail, you'll put on your brave pants, and we'll kick this problems ass."

"My brave pants? It's brave face."

"No, I mean those pants that you're always saying make your ass look good. Those are your brave pants."

"... Ok, yeah, they are."

It doesn't take them long to settle in a plan. It's simple, easy. It shouldn't give Steve enough time to doubt himself.

Eddie arrives on time, knocking on the door at the exact time it turns four p.m.

"Hi!" Steve greets, wincing at how overenthusiastic he is. "Come in."

"You alright?"

"Yeah, fine, just... slow day. Too much energy. Come on, I made too much food earlier if you want some."

"You know I'll never turn down free food, Stevie."

Over dinner, Steve starts to finally relax. Eddie is, as always, easy to talk too.

When they step into the living room, Steve snatches the pillow off Eddie before he can put it on the floor and places it in Eddies lap instead.

"Oh, uh," Eddie stutters, eyebrows high, staring down at Steve who did not hesitate to rest his head on the pillow in his lap. "You- yeah?"

"Yeah," Steve agrees. "You alright with this?"

"Yes- yeah, this- of course."

"Great!"

Steve stretches to the coffee table, handing Eddie the remote.

He doesn't pay attention to whatever Eddie puts on though. He can't stop thinking about how he's laying, how Eddie's hand feels so much more gentle in his hair.

Eventually, he turns so he's on his back. He catches Eddie's hand before he can pull away, waiting until Eddie looks him in the eye before pulling his hand close enough to kiss his palm.

But, instead of surprise, Eddie sighs. His shoulders drop, smiling wide- relieved.

"You're so pretty," Steve says, pushing through the confusion he feels at Eddies reaction. "And I, uh... I really like you, Ed."

"Yeah?" Eddies eyes scrunch with how wide his smile is, shifting his hand out of Steves hold so he can brush the back of his knuckles along his cheek. "Little ol' me?"

"Yeah. I'm- I mean, you're funny and you care... you're just... it's too soon to say love, I know, but-"

"I love you too."

[stervrucht]

Rated: E | Words: 2.8K | Tags: Angst, fluff and smut, sexual humor, bad dirty talk, light dom/sub, praise kink, established (new) relationship | AO3

Eddie is inexperienced.

Steve didn’t know it at first. Might have been able to guess from the fact he never heard any rumors about Eddie regarding that. And really, he mostly just assumed that those he regarded as ‘freaks’ back in the day—a thought that makes Steve wince in shame—were a bunch of perpetual virgins. 

So there were no rumors, really, except for what was written on the bathroom stalls. Sharpy on metal suggesting Eddie might sell more than a bit of grass. 

All lies, Eddie told him. Though he did admit he might have received a handy for a few grams of weed once.

Might.

Steve isn’t sure if Eddie’s just fucking with him at this point.

Either way, it doesn’t really matter that Eddie doesn’t have much experience—Steve has enough for both of them. And besides, when it comes to men, they’re both technically virgins. 

That somehow makes it better.

Steve loves to explore unknown territory together—loves fun when it comes to sex. He didn’t particularly enjoy some of the girls who would just lay there and expect him to do the work, oftentimes without much encouragement at all. And Eddie isn’t shy by any means. What he lacks in experience, he makes up for with enthusiasm, and it’s all Steve could ask for.

They got lucky this week—Eddie has made that abundantly clear. Can’t shut up about it, really.

Wayne is on a fishing trip and they have the trailer all to themselves. It’s a rare treat, especially since the Harrington Residence became off-limits with his parents home from their business trip.

Eddie has it all planned out: ‘one week to fuck themselves into an early grave’. 

Eddie’s words, not his.

And it’s some much-needed time alone because Steve learned quickly that Eddie is loud. One night when Wayne was still home, Steve slipped through Eddie’s window for a little midnight fun, only to be met with Wayne’s insistent knocking on the bedroom door once they really got going. 

It was mortifying, really. And Steve’s glad Wayne is relatively cool with it. Cool as long as they don’t involuntarily include him through sound that is. So yeah, that night ended mutually blue-balled, and from then on they tried to time it a little better. Make sure Wayne is away or drive the van somewhere remote and have some uncomfortable car sex.

So Eddie is fun and hot and vocal, but there’s one thing he absolutely can’t do—

“I’m going to bite your drumstick,” Eddie says as he sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of Steve’s inner thigh. Eddie’s cheek graces his rapidly hardening dick still trapped in cotton boxers and Steve lets out a sound—a choked moan as the words sink in. 

Eddie is steadily working his way up, tongue and teeth moving up his leg and curious fingers dipping underneath the cotton-covered skin of his upper thigh. Steve’s mind is lagging—trapped somewhere between aroused enjoyment and absolute bewilderment.

“W—what did you just say?” Steve can’t keep the strain on his voice from slipping in.

Eddie’s teeth release his flesh and he raises his head from between Steve’s legs. He holds Steve’s eyes for a second before looking away. Steve feels something whispered against his skin. 

“Eddie?”

“I said,” Eddie still looks away, defiant and shy, “ I’m going to bite your drumstick.” He whispers that last part, but this time Steve is sure he heard correctly. He feels a smile pull at his lips and the muscles in his stomach straining with barely contained laughter.

“Drumstick ?” his voice is high and strained, almost a cry.

Eddie frowns at him. “It’s not that funny.” 

It is. Once the laughter starts, he can’t stop. Steve is full-on laughing. His body is shaking with it as Eddie lifts himself from between Steve’s legs into a sitting position. 

“Drumstick!” Steve repeats shrieking.

Eddie’s frown grows. He pushes himself away from Steve until he’s standing on the side of the bed. Eddie doesn’t seem to find it very funny. Steve realizes his mistake too late as he wills his body to calm down. Eddie’s eyes move over Steve’s chest, barely contained laughter making muscles jerk every now and then.

Before Steve can stop him, Eddie is walking towards the door of his bedroom. 

“Wait, Eddie. Please, stay! I—” Steve can’t finish his sentence before Eddie slams the door behind him. 

Now the shock is kinda settling in, Steve realizes it may not have been as amusing to Eddie.

Eddie, who was serious in his attempt at dirty talk. 

Eddie, to whom sex is new and doesn’t understand it doesn’t have to be that serious. 

“Fuck,” Steve whispers to himself. 

Steve doesn’t believe in astrology, but he definitely thinks the whole ‘fucking themselves into an early grave’ thing isn’t written in the stars tonight. 

With a sigh, he lifts himself off the bed. Eddie won’t have gone far. Not in his current state of dress, which was a pair of dumb Muppet boxers.

When Steve enters the main area of the trailer, he sees Eddie rummaging through the fridge. He stands illuminated by the cool fridge light and pulls out a beer. He forcefully sets it down on the kitchen counter and Steve watches as Eddie opens it with a hiss. It overflows and Eddie curses as he leans down to catch it with his mouth.

“Eddie?” Steve tries tentatively.

Eddie ignores him. Instead, he picks up the beer and takes a big swig as he moves to the couch. He throws himself down, shifts down, and rests his elbows on the back of the couch. 

A perfect picture of indifference.

Steve crosses his arms. He hates it when Eddie gets like this, all sulky and stubborn. By now, he knows Eddie wants him to keep prodding and poking until he relents, but it’s a dumb dance. Dumb, but one he’s willing to do because he’s just that stupidly in love.

He walks over to the couch and stands in front of it. Eddie is purposely avoiding his gaze as he sips with theatrical nonchalance from his can.

“Can I help you?” he speaks into the can, his voice deformed by its aluminum interior.

“Don’t be like that.” Steve gets down to his knees and settles himself between Eddie’s legs. He runs his hands up Eddie’s thighs soothingly.

Eddie ignores him. He takes a big gulp of his beer and holds the can out in front of him, studying it with mild interest.

“Eddie, c’mon.” Steve pleads, “How will we fuck ourselves to death if we aren’t fucking.” 

Steve is playing dirty. Talking his way into Eddie’s plan— their plan. He knows Eddie’s stubbornness has its limits.

Eddie finally offers him a glance. Steve sees a spark of poorly concealed interest.

“How about you go fuck yourself?” The words are harsh, but when Steve looks up he doesn’t see malice in Eddie’s eyes. Just mild annoyance.

“How about I do?”

Steve sees a glint appear in Eddie’s eyes, and now he knows he’s got him. 

“Sit.” Eddie lifts one of his legs and sets his foot against the coffee table. Steve climbs to his feet and does as he is told. The wooden surface feels cold against his bare legs. He stares at Eddie with anticipation bubbling in his gut.

“A lil’ wider.” Eddie takes a final gulp and pushes Steve’s legs apart with his foot. He feels his dick twitch with arousal. It’s something new and exciting he hasn’t experienced before; pushing the boundaries of what they’re familiar with. Eddie throws his empty beer can in the general vicinity of the kitchen, eyes not leaving Steve.

Eddie pushes his foot against Steve’s dick, giving it a few rubs through his boxers and scoffs. “Take it off.”

Steve fakes coyness as he lifts his hips ever so slightly to peel the fabric away. Once it’s halfway down his thighs, Eddie’s foot comes up to pull it all the way down.

Eddie shifts in his seat, legs spread wide and his own growing interest barely concealed. His eyes are blown wide as he looks at Steve, lips slightly parted and fingers flexing. 

“Touch yourself,” Eddie orders. 

Steve spreads his legs a little wider and palms himself; wraps his fingers around his cock and starts at the top to spread some of the precome that collected there. Runs his hand down slowly, eyes not leaving Eddie. He watches his face—studies it really. Eddie can hardly keep a straight face, his exaggerated annoyance slipping fast.

Steve strokes himself slow and steady until he’s fully hard, cock standing tall and proud. Eddie shifts again, adjusts himself with his eyes fixed on Steve’s moving hand. His sulking demeanor now completely replaced by something softer, more hungry. Still, he’s a little stubborn. Refuses to touch himself, even when Steve ups his pace. Even when Steve whispers his name.

“Suck your fingers.” Eddie's voice comes out breathy. He bites his lip and rubs a restless hand on his leg. Fingers flexing with barely maintained self-restraint and chest heaving in arousal.

Steve wonders how long Eddie will last as he brings two fingers up to his mouth and slowly rubs them on the soft pad of his tongue.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans. His fingers are digging in his thighs now. Erection straining against the fabric of his stupid muppet boxers. 

Steve fucks the fingers in and out of his mouth. He’s making a mess now. Saliva dripping down the palm of his hand. He imagines it’s Eddie. Can almost imagine the weight of him on his tongue—

“Fuck yourself open for me.” Eddie presses himself back on the couch, feet firmly planted on the ground as his hips seem to lift ever so slightly.

Steve feels an involuntary gasp escape his lips. 

So, Eddie is bad at dirty talk, but he is apparently very adept at whatever it is they’re doing now.

Steve thinks this is probably the most turned on he’s ever been in his life.

He shifts his hips, tilting them to allow himself a little more room. He pulls his fingers from his mouth and pushes a wet finger in. He winces a little at the feeling. Not entirely unpleasant, just strange. It wasn’t the first time they’d done it like that after all, but Steve couldn’t say he was an expert. 

He moves his finger a little, pumps it in and out in tandem with the hand on his cock. Lets out a little moan as he feels himself relax around it and adds a second one. 

Eddie is staring him down. It’s a type of focus Steve doesn’t see often. Eddie seems to have lost most of his restraint, He is lazily grinding his palm against the tent in his boxers now. 

“Fuck,” he groans, “Steve, c’mere.”

Before Steve can give any sign he will be moving it all, Eddie pushes his own boxers down, dick bouncing free and happy from its confines, 

“I thought I should go fuck myself,” he breathes. He barely gets the words out coherently. He’s breathing hard, hands collaborating like a perfect machine. 

“I changed my mind.” Eddie shifts himself in a more upright position, leans forward and grabs Steve’s wrists, willing them to still. 

Steve whines. “So I’m forgiven?”

“You will be if you get on my cock right now.”

“That depends on where you left the lube,” Steve says eying the bedroom door.

“First drawer as always. Go get it, tiger.” Eddie winks at him, “I’ll keep it warm for you.” He gives his dick a few lazy strokes and Steve rolls his eyes.

He quickly gathers the lube. Decides to grab a towel too, for Wayne’s sake, and makes his way back to the living room. 

“Catch!”

He throws the bottle to Eddie. He barely manages to raise his hand in time. The bottle bounces off his hand and lands on the couch. 

“I thought you were making it up to me. This is violence!” he cries waving his hand in fake hurt. Eddie is grinning from ear to ear. 

“Fine, redo,” Steve says as he balls the towel and throws it Eddie’s way. He catches it this time and works it under him. 

“C’mere.” Eddie pats his lap and pulls Steve in by his neck to sit him down. Eddie places an open-mouthed kiss on his lips, diving in tongue first, and Steve whimpers. It’s all hot and wet and messy. No patience left for anything more coherent. Eddie snakes a hand on his lower back and pulls him forward until their dicks are pressed flush together. Steve moves his hand between them, wraps his hand around the both of them and moves it eagerly.

Eddie moans into his mouth and Steve swallows it, pressing his lips over Eddie’s, breathing him in like air. 

“Lube?” he mouths against Eddie’s lips. Keeps stroking the two of them at an agonizingly slow rate.

Eddie lets go of Steve then, reaches for the bottle and squirts a generous helping on his hand, smears it between them, and swats Steve’s hand away as one hand reaches for their cocks and the other finds its way between Steve’s cheeks. 

Eddie wastes no time and picks up where Steve left off with two fingers inside him. Works him open well and deep as his other hand works their cocks—a little faster than Steve did. It’s overwhelming and Steve can’t stop the sounds that escape him. Every now and then he feels Eddie hit that spot. Feels a sharp wave of pleasure roll over him that makes his back arch and makes him lose all his senses. If it goes on for too long he won’t last.

“I’m ready.” he pants.

Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. He pulls his fingers away and Steve mourns the loss, if only for a second. He doesn’t have to wait long. Eddie places two heavy hands on his hips, holding Steve as he guides him. Eddie groans loudly, whines at the slowness with which Steve works him in. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, Stevie. Perfect every time.”

Steve feels heat rise to his cheeks. It’s ridiculous that he sits there with a cock up his ass and it’s Eddie’s praise that makes him blush like a virgin. 

It always does.

Once Eddie bottoms out, Steve takes a moment to adjust before moving again. It’s an agonizingly slow rate, he knows. He leans back, hands on Eddie’s knees as he slowly works himself up and down. Eddie is watching him. Worshiping him as he runs his hands up and down Steve’s sides, guiding him on his lap. 

Steve picks up his tempo, hitting that spot more consistently now as Eddie fucks up into him. 

“So good for me,” Eddie whispers against his neck as he leans forward, one hand sprawled on Steve’s lower back to bring them closer. The other finds Steve’s cock, strokes it in a messy attempt at rhythm. Steve’s movement grows more erratic until Eddie is doing most of the heavy lifting. Fucking up into Steve at a punishing rate, stroking him until Steve feels wave after wave of pleasure course through him like electric current. Pressure building low in his abdomen, moaning and groaning together with Eddie as he approaches his peak. 

Back arched and biting his lip, he paints Eddie’s stomach in come as Eddie continues to fuck into him. 

“Just a little more, baby.” Eddie groans against his throat, bites at it as his hips begin to stutter and he hits Steve deep and hard. Eddie lets out an animalistic grunt and Steve leans forward, his body heavily against Eddie’s, arms around his neck. Eddie gives a last few lazy pumps, lips loving lazily over Steve’s throat, pressing kisses at the ghost of his teeth.

Their skin is sweat-slick, chests heaving, and Steve can feel Eddie’s hammering heartbeat reverberate where their chests are touching. Merging until they beat as one. 

He buries his face in Eddie’s hair, the curls tickling his nose as he breathes in deep. He smells like cigarettes, hairspray, and cheap shampoo, and Steve revels in the comfort. Eddie’s hand is drawing lazy circles on his back when Steve pulls back. 

“So, about those drumsticks,” Steve starts sheepishly.

“Oh, no, no, no, Steve. That topic is officially off-limits! Prohibidado !”

Steve rolls his eyes and leans down to peck Eddie’s lips. 

“Consider it forgotten.”

“Then consider yourself forgiven. Thank you for saving fuck-week.”

“We’re not calling it fuck-week.”

“I so am. Now, let’s get washed up, huh?” He slaps Steve’s ass as he says so.

“I’m regretting this already.” Steve lifts himself off Eddie and stands up, legs a little shaky from his position. 

“No take-backsies,” Eddie says as he places a kiss on Steve’s cheek and guides them towards the bathroom.

AO3

[miiyochi]

୨୧ # TERRIBLE HABIT | SOLOMON

feat. solomon x gn!mc contents. suggestive ── established relationship, physical intimacy, sol is very touchy here, (very, very) light thigh riding  genre. scenario, nsfw-ish ig words. 1019 note. more solomon posting bc i can’t stop myself :)

solomon.

solomon has gained this…habit. you’re not entirely sure when or where it started. maybe it started off as a joke between the two of you that just escalated and became something between normalcy and another way for solomon to both tease and embarrass you. solomon has no shame, especially when it comes to you.

so when he taps on his thigh, you know better than to ignore him.

you wouldn’t say you and solomon are together-together. more like close friends… extremely close “friends”. sure you’ve shared a bed with him a couple of times, spent the night or had moments where feverish kisses had lead you back to his room; but you were friends. this unclear stance on your relationship is something that has always gotten on the brothers nerves. they never knew whether they should pull you away from the sorcerer or leave you be knowing full well you’d find yourself back to him one way or another.

solomon knew this and used it to his advantage. every so often sol would pull a move solely just to get under the brothers skin. some are more vocal about it, mammon and leviathan mostly. putting a hand on your waist and pulling you close and silently commemorating his victory when mammon yells at him for getting to “chummy” with you. mammon pulls you away from solomon but solomon catches the longing glance in your eyes and smirks, even with distance he’s got you in his grasp.

but solomon’s favorite moments are with lucifer. solomon knows your ticks. he knows what to do to get any reaction from you. he knows your most sensitive spots, knows exactly where to touch to make your knees buckle. you’d be in he halls of RAD with lucifer, walking out of a classroom and talking about the recent lessons. solomon was in close proximity and had picked up that you were asking for help.

“Ah, mc, there you are.” solomon calls out cheerily, not missing the slight glare lucifer shoots him for interrupting. the sorcerer pays no mind to him, snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you back to him. his other hand reaching for yours, gently clasping his hand around yours. solomon leans in close to your ear, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” he whispers sweetly.

his breath hitting the back of your neck, feeling his body against yours was a sure fire way to get you feeling all nervous. solomon had done this plenty of times but, doing it in public…in front of lucifer of all demons, made you visibly flustered. “…I haven’t been far, sol” you reach down to the hand that's resting on your stomach and gently peel yourself from him, shamefully avoiding eye contact. 

solomon knows lucifer is watching. he already has an inkling lucifer knows what he’s doing but does so anyway. “I heard you needed help on one of the lessons? you know, I’ve spent a good amount of time studying the very subject years prior. I can help.”

“there’s no need for that, solomon” lucifer cuts in. his voice filled with contempt for the sorcerer. ‘so he finally decides to talk, hm?’ solomon thinks, smiling in knowing that he’s figuratively inches deep in lucifer’s skin. honestly, it never took much for solomon to get on his nerves and yet, whenever you’re involved lucifer is more visibly annoyed. 

“oh? you’d think you’d be a better teacher than me, lucifer ?” a slight hint of playfulness is laced within solomon’s words. he only means half of what he says. 

“well mc, after you come back from the house of lamentation be sure to come back to my room. I’ll give you a more… thorough lesson that’ll make sure you won’t ever forget the subject. promise ♡.”  solomon knows it doesn’t matter if you take lucifer’s invitation to personally teach you because, solomon already knows you’d choose him at the end of the day. maybe lucifer knew that too because the harsh grip he has on his own clothes and a glare that’d normally kill any mortal unfortunate enough to be at the other end of it doesn’t go past solomon. the sorcerer merely smirks and lets you go.

yes, solomon’s terrible habit is showing off his close bond with you in ways that’ll make the others jealous that it isn’t them. 

when out in public, solomon likes to sit with you. or to phrase it correctly, likes it when you sit on his lap in public. he’d wave you over and pat his leg, inviting you to sit on his thigh. solomon likes this for two main reasons. first one being, he loves teasing you. it’s as simple as that. he’s a tease.

solomon would bounce his leg while no one was watching, causing some form of friction for you. sometimes you’d shift around trying to feel the most of it. other times you’d reach back and gently place your hand on his chest, turning around to mouth the world ‘stop’. solomon would only smile and wrap his arms around you, pulling you back onto him and letting you feel…him. the bastard would be half hard with you on his lap in public. god, he was shameless. depending on how you react, it’d only egg him on to continuously tease you more. who knows, maybe if you’re lucky he’d sneak a hand between your legs. 

“someone’s gonna notice if you keep squirming like that, my love” solomon would whisper in such a sweet and loving tone it makes your head hurt. his hands lightly ghosting and stroking your inner thigh, moving upwards. he was terrible, the worst even. 

the second reason he’d love doing this was the aforementioned one before, he loves showing off. solomon gets off on knowing he’s the only one who gets this kind of closeness with you. out of everyone, you picked him. and solomon’s a bragger, he relishes in the looks and glares of envy from the brothers who so desperately want to be in his position. solomon only shrugs it off with a smug smirk. 

he really was terrible.

thank you for reading, rbs appreciated<3   m.list

[j1mmys-darl1ng]

do you write for austin sommers? i’d love a period sex austin fic if it’s something your comfortable with <3

October 2nd - austin sommers smut

Pairing : Austin sommers x reader

Warnings : period oral, just periods in general, consumption of period blood

A/n : some people might find this disgusting but austin has needs too 🤷‍♀️ also day 1 of my october fics! (posting a fic every other day)

"hey.. You alright?" you hear Austin ask, your body curled up as your cramps kick your ass.

"mhm" is all you manage to grunt. "im fine.. Just cramps"

"well.. Y'know... I heard that orgasming can help like... Soothe them.. Or whatever" he says, trying to seem nonchalant. "and you know me.. I have needs too"

You can see the cheeky smirk set on his lips, imediately knowing what hes thinking of.

"but theres gonna be alot of blood... I dont want you to get... Messy" you had a thing for overdramatising stuff and austin knew. But that wouldn't stop him from shutting you up with a deep kiss.

"just shut up and let me work my magic" he whispers in your ear, his lips trailing down your neck.

His face soon gets to your heat, pulling down your shorts and underwear.

Without a single warning, he connects his mouth to your clit, his tounge occasionally slipping lower and getting teasing tastes of your blood.

".. Mmmmh... This is really what i needed" he mumbles into your pussy, moving his mouth slightly more so hes now just making out with your heat, trying to consume as much of the crimson liquid as he can.

Your hips subtly move against his face, needing more than just gentle movements.

You see him look up at you, smirking with his bloody mouth. "good girl, i promise you'll get what you want.. Just give me a little longer" he mumbles as he slips his tounge inside your hole, teasing you slightly.

"please.. I dont wanna wait any longer..." your eyes meet his, your voice pleading. Your hips are restless againsy his face but finally he gets up, hasily unbuckling his trousers and dropping his boxers to the floor.

"such a shame all this blood is gonna have to go to waste..." he sighs, slowly pushing himself inside you.

His hips begin slowly push his length deeper inside, trying to start off gentle. You can tell it wont last long. He probably wont last long.

As you suspected, his hips begin to snap back and fourth at a fast pace, pausing only to bend you over the bed instead.

You can feel the multiple stinging sensations of the multiple glowing red slap imprints on your backside but it all blends into pleasure soon enough. You begin to follow his thrusts, your legs begining to quiver as you feel the knot forming in your stomach.

Your walls start to contract around his cock, his climax also approaching like an oncumming train.

Not even a minute later, your vocals prouduce a long string of squeaky, whimpery moans. Austin follows along soon after, a few grunts slipping through his lips.

"... Mmm.. You did so good.. I hope my theory was right" he mumbles with a satisfied grin, patting your stomach gently.

God. That's gonna be a mess to clean up.

A/n: ive honestly never written an austin fic let alone read one so im sorry for mischarecterisation! This is also the first fic ive written on the app so im just tryna get used to that

Thanks for reading <3

[maplleaf]

Can I request a flustered Gepard after having his m! partner heard him singing Serval's song while walking to the Streets while patrolling 🤧 thank youu

Captain Gepard Landau is often considered as one of the strongest people in Belobog. His unbreakable will forged in the icy world will never fall into despair. Due to this, whether Gepard himself likes it or not; expectations will always follow him everywhere he goes.

...the same way his sister's song seems to be stuck in his mind everwhere.

Even if he is considered the golden child of the Landau family name, Gepard have always supported Serval for her change of career if it's truly for her happiness. He knew about the surface of Cocolia's actions against her, so he understood why she might want to leave her previous job.

Even if he does support it, doesn't mean he can... replicate her talent.

He's talented at fighting and naturally giving out needed orders, but he didn't inhereted the amazing vocal chords his sister has. At the same time, with the culmination of many silvermane guards singing her tune and from just walking down the street; Gepard had somehow started to hum her song and lyric when he's at work.

While on a patrol through the streets of Belobog, Gepard finds himself singing along Serval's latest release, the song which every silvermane that listens to her would recognize and sing when they're off duty.

There are a few hours when the streets aren't as busy compared to the morning or the afternoon; so he felt alone enough to start singing on his own.

Unbeknownst to him, you had just finished some business in the administrative office with the necessary paperwork in hand. There's a considerable amount of distance between the administrative office to your workplace.

In the middle of your walk, right before turning at the corner of a building; you hear a familiar voice singing off-key.

"Sound waves like dynamite send signals sky high.... strings of thunder makes you lose your mind~"

You recognized the deep voice in an instant. Gepard had talked about his co-workers singing Serval's songs before, but you've never heard him do it. Yes, he isn't on tune with the original song, but how could someone-- anyone, not have their hearts melted when their lover is singing their siblings' song. It's a shame you didn't bring an instant voice recorder to create a physical memory.

Your body didn't dare to move an inch as Gepard might stop his singing if he sees you passing by. It didn't take long before you hear his footsteps drawing near.

When Gepard had just finished singing along to the chorus, he turned his body around the corner; only to be met with the sight of your figure looking at him with a knowing smirk.

Usually Gepard would be ecstatic when seeing you in his patrols, walking up with a smile as you're pretty sure you're dating a golden retriever.

Unfortunately, seeing your expression Gepard can conclude that you must've heard him.

Redness crept up to his cheeks, his hand covering up his mouth. You couldn't help but chuckle at his state, but seeing a rare opportunity you wanted to tease him a little.

"Nice tune, honey," Gepard's flusteredness increased at that. He knew you would instantly tease him. "Somehow I don't believe that..." Gepard almost stuttered with his words from the pure embarassment.

His eyes darts from right to leff in an attempt to avoid looking at you, knowing it would just make him feel even more embarassed.

Your laughter filled his ears, at the very least you're happy from catching him off guard.

Gepard feels your hand lowering his own hand away from his mouth, fingers under his chin moving his head to make him look at you. The empty streets made it so no one around could see you two.

"Hey," your angelic voice called out, Gepard's sky-blue eyes having no choice but to look at yours. You leveled yourself to his height before planting a kiss on his forehead, "I think your voice sounds nice."

If Gepard was on level five of being flustered, then it increased to level ten in an instant! His face may show a similair amount of redness to it, but inside his mind it's all melted. The accumulated reaction of being caught singing by his lover and having you do something he usually only sees in shows or books; all of it send him to an overdrive.

"T...thanks," he managed to come out. His hesitation and embarassment is clearly shown, and you fell into temptation and used the fingers on his chin to squish his cheeks.

"Such a cutie-pie, Geppie," you teased once more, receiving a complaint from Gepard for saying something cheesy in a publis area; despite there being no people to define it as public.

"Alright alright, I'll stop," you gave in after seeing his red face being mushed by your own hand.

Feeling satisfied for today, you turned your body to stand beside the blonde. Your arm quickly linked itself around Gepard's, holding your body close to him. "C'mon, you still have a patrol right?"

Gepard gazed at you for a short while before sighing. Even if he is embarassed by the whole situation, he's happy to at least see you in the middle of working. A loving smile crept up to accompany his red face as he starts walking with you.

[rosewaterconley]

I solved a mystery that only I care about lol

ok so I have no clue what I'm doing and social media terrifies me. I will probably never touch this account again. why did I have to follow 3 algorithm-selected accounts to get into this website? I can actually name 3 people I'd want to follow on here and it's none of the people your fucking robot told me to follow. but hey, I feel like I have to post it here rather than my blogspot since nobody in the world actually uses blogspot and I want people to see this!

so anyway, there's this band out of the city of Milwaukee called Hero of a Hundred Fights. they dropped a couple CDs in the early 2000s and seem to have broken up, though all their members have been in bands since. that'll be important a little later. for now, Hero of a Hundred Fights are important to me on 2 levels:

I'm a Wisconsinite who has a tiny bit of an obsession with local history and art and really fuck with their weird mathy little corner of the 2000s hardcore scene

I'm a Faction Paradox fan and their 2001 EP The Remote, The Cold contains numerous references to the series! if you've heard of this EP before, it was probably in the context of some "music that references Faction Paradox" list or another

about #2... see, everyone already knows that track 2 is called Faction Paradox and track 3 is called The Celestis. we've all long since put together that the title is a reference to Lawrence Miles' Interference. but what about the lyrics? unfortunately, we don't know. they're not online, and the vocals are good, mind, but rather incoherent.

well, we didn't know. until I ordered a CD copy for like $8 lol. that's all it took! so here you go, the lyrics booklet plus some of the other artwork featured on the CD. artist Nick Slough did a great job on this art and it's a shame only the cover is widely available online (though that's hardly a problem unique to the physical version of this one album). turns out, this is some kinda concept album based on the Miles novel Interference. cool! really love the lyrics on Rope especially. "I need your blood to get this vessel running" and "my life was in your hands, I cut them off and now they're mine" are both raw as hell.

the cover art is pretty interesting. this album was recorded in 2000, released in 2001. the entire creative process occurred before the first standalone Faction Paradox release, The Book of the War. this means the album is entirely Doctor Who-based, not based on the FP series itself. it also means, if we assume the humanoid characters on the art are supposed to be the Remote, that this is the first-ever professional art depicting them!

disclaimer: the booklet lyrics don't 100% match up with what's said in the songs! it's mostly accurate but unfortunately there are some sections missing, some repeated bits that are only written once et al. that's all par for the course but I figured I'd mention it - especially in the case anybody wants to use this to transcribe the lyrics on Genius or some other site like that.

and while we're here, Hero 100 member William Zientara has been in a billion different bands, and I think he's probably the most responsible for the Doctor Who theme on this album. See, he was also in a short-lived band called Managara - named after a Doctor Who tie-in novel so obscure even I, owner of a complete set of Virgin New Adventures who spends my work breaks combing through digital copies of old fanzines, have only ever heard it discussed a handful of times. one of their songs is called Happiness Patrol. more recently, in 2021, he was in the band Fuiguirnet, who have a song called What Grows From the Seeds of Doom! which means Zientara has been randomly tossing Doctor Who references into songs from at least three different bands for twenty years!

so uhh without any further rambling here's the lyrics and art:

[toppersloper]

Hawk & Jackson

Hawk has tried to bond with his teen son but has been rejected by him time and time again, he doesn’t know what to do. He confides in his.. Partner Tim, he tells him about trying to get Jackson to do things with him only for Jackson to say no and go back to his room and do whatever he does.

Tim, after hearing this confesses to Hawk that he met Jackson at his cabin one time. He told him about Jackson's passion for writing and how he smokes. Tim feels guilty saying it, he promised Jackson he wouldn’t tell his dad and yet he still did. Jackson told Tim that his mom and dad lie and here he is, lying too.

He wanted to help Hawk ( and Jackson in a way). Hawk was shocked about all this new information about his son he wasn’t aware about. And the fact his lover was the one to tell him made it worse. His lover basically knew his own son better than him and it made him feel awful.

Kimberly his daughter was his girl, a daddy’s girl and Jackson.. was just Jackson. He liked comics and acting out, that was it. When Hawk said that out loud to Tim, Tim was shocked, that's all he had to say about that sweet, sensitive, misunderstood boy? Tim loves Hawk but does not love what Hawk just said to him.

Tim vocalized this too, he told Hawk that he doesn’t try hard enough and Hawk gave him a look, he continued saying how Hawk needs to try harder and not just give up when Jackson says no to something.

Hawk sighed, he wanted to argue but knew Tim was right. Jackson is so young but so disengaged.

Hawk’s first order of business was addressing Jackson’s smoking habit, it didn’t help that Hawk smokes at least two cigarettes a day. So whatever he tells Jackson now will be hypocritical of him but then again he’s the adult in this situation.

Hawk felt scared in a way as he stood in front of Jackson's bedroom door. He knocked and got no response, he figured Jackson was sleeping, Hawk liked to play with Jackson's hair while he slept. Because if he tried to touch Jackson while he was awake Jackson would just smack his hand away and walk away from him. So Hawk was surprised when he opened the door and locked eyes with his very awake son.

“What?” Jackson asked, annoyed while looking over his comic book.

“I-i wanted to talk to you” Hawk said, Hawk stuttered a little, he never stutters, why was he so scared to confront his own son?

Hawk just went for it, “Tim told me that you’ve been smoking”. Both Hawk and Jackson's eyes widened at what Hawk just said. Hawks eyes went wide because he just admitted that he’s been at the cabin he said they couldn’t go to. Hawk then just realizes that Jackson knows how Tim is, the man he’s cheating on his wife with.

Jackson’s eyes went wide because his dad now knew his secret annnnd that he’s been at the cabin he’s not supposed to be at.

“Why?” Hawk asks. Jackson let out a breath, he knew what his dad was asking. “I don’t know” Jackson mumbled as he looked away in shame. Hawk looked at him with sadness in his eyes, Jackson looked and sounded so small in this moment.

Hawk felt more confident now so he walked over to Jackson and sat at the end of his bed. The two talked for hours, Hawk was more than thrilled about that. Him and Jackson talked more that day in his room than they ever did.

It ended with them hugging and Hawk didn’t want to let him go, they only stopped when Jackson started to pull away. Hawk looked at him and smiled, he ruffled his hair and only left when he heard Lucy calling for him to help with dinner.

It was 10:00 at night and Hawk was in his home office when he heard a knock on the door. He thought it was Lucy trying to get him to convince him to come to bed for the third time. Come to his surprise it was Jackson. He sits up in his seat more in concern.

“You ok Jax?” Hawk asked, putting down his pen.

Jackson just stared at him for a moment then said “c-can you come to my room?”.

“Sure” Hawk said as he sprung up ready to see what his son needed from him. They walked to Jackson's room and Jackson got into bed and laid there which confused Hawk, what did Jackson need? How can Hawk help if he’s just laying there?

“Why did you ask me to come in here?” Hawk asked.

“C-can you just stay in here for a bit, till I fall asleep?” Jackson asked. Hawk was more than happy to do so, he stayed with Jackson talking to him and playing with his hair comfortingly till Jackson fell asleep. Hawk stayed even after Jackson fell asleep, he admired the extreme growth that him and Jackson's relationship made that day. He hopes that it can continue on like this.

Ao3 link ⬇️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57778075

[jazeswhbhaven]

Holy shit you actually read my post thank you. And sorry for what I will throw out here:

Hello again! I guess I should use some label but I always forget. Let's just go with 💭 anon because I think way too much for anyone's liking. And Yes, I did finish Chapter 6.

So Chapter 6 actually gave a LOT of information for us and yes MC finally did stuff that actually helped them gain some merit. Their abilities still feel pretty dormant, I guess they wanted to show off just a small taste of what MC could be capable of in the near future. Hopefully. If they don't relapse back. Your move PB and you don't have a lot going for you atm.

But...that's about it. I think after this many chapters and most of the summaries of the L card stories...I don't really have a lot of expectations. In fact anything with the MC is very low expectations for me. But I say I will give them a slightly lighter sentence for CH6, only a smidge but I'm just that hard to please. In the end, I still don't see why the devils like MC. Like I get the devils have no shame and stuff but if the MC is supposed to represent like "us," then it's not really like, blank slatey enough for me to want to make an MC OC because it's like the game tells you that you have to be a frigging pervert which to each their own, I don't really function that way enough to want to fuck every single devil. If I want to make someone crazy I'd make a demon instead. Heck a powerful demon MC makes more sense than a rando human watching porn who happens to be the descendant of someone important? I mean I expect more to their background but it's "descendant of Solomon this and that." Too much emphasis on the Solomon part(be quiet, Sitri) too.

And honestly agree with you when they decided to go gaga over the angel. Heck during the Foras confession bit I'm just going. "Foras you're so sweet, but..seriously? -scoots him over to Astra/OCs- You can do better." I guess PB is making them consistent of them going stupid over any pretty face, and honestly I think everyone's gonna have to just deal with(and I'm sure they are) MC being...well MC I guess.

I accepted it, but I won't like it. It gets tiring when I have to go: "Oh they did a cool thing good for them--aaaaannnnnd we're back to them being a perverted degenerate. Great. Moving on."

Props to PB making a H game and all that, but maybe I'm silly and want to some more meat on those bone(rs). I don't even bother with the unholy boards anymore because I reading the first parts I'm not really invested to throw in all those candies.

I'll let you in on my inbox strategy 💭 anon. There's literally no organized way I answer asks. I do in fact read every single one, and see if my brain has an answer for it, if I do and I can churn it out without getting distracted it gets posted quickly. If not it takes a few days 😭 (or longer as most of ya'll can clock) So yes! very slow reply rate, but I do read every single one at least once so I can keep track of what I need to answer when I get to it.

SO YES glad you finished chapter 6 so we can talk about this better.

MC really made me wanna smack them when they were doubting the devils because I'm like, hello??? the only good angel you've seen is Leamas and even then he was lying to you for his and Nina's benefit while almost getting ya'll killed in the process. Plus, Gabriel killed your bestie/future husband if he has anything to say about it, every devil's backstory should have you convinced, especially Belial's. His damn vocal cords are damaged, you think he did that on purpose?

"I only heard one side" true. But the angels haven't really given you any reason (main story wise) to believe that they should be trusted and shortly after Camael definitely proved that point by getting frustrated when they wouldn't believe him.

There was also that point where they attacked poor Ppyong, so it's clear that they haven't gotten to that level of being able to handle all of the kings powers. Nor be able to take on multiple contracts.

I love how you mentioned scooting Foras over to other OCs, but yes Foras please look elsewhere.

And to brag about Astra for a bit, if you don't mind me doing so, while Astra does have the "hot girl summer, th0t" personality it's literally because she's allowed to do so in Hell, so why not? back with Minhyeok she doesn't want to further embarrass him by acting out, saves that energy for her job, and comes back home and chills out with him. But also, there's a sense of "I have to fight with them otherwise what I am here for?" which is why she tried to beat up Gabriel when she was attacked by him in the first place lol I had to put that for her because I was like, nah we're not gonna have a character that doesn't fight that doesn't sit right with me.

And other's OCs also seem to have their amazing personalities and some are even fixed on one devil and that's it. I love how realistic that can be, and how everyone's characters differ from MC. That's also why I agree that while they aren't blank-slate enough for self-insert, they are made to where we all can just insert our own characters in place and it would still work to some degree.

And for making a demon OC, I'm starting to think I should bring mine over. Nova is half-demon, but I think my demon OC would fit here too (couldn't really figure out how to get him to fit in the OM universe)

I know there's some MC fans out there that don't really see anything wrong with them, (which is why I have my tag on here) but sorry ya'll MC just ain't doin' it for me. Male MC acting this way too just makes me feel like I'm reading this one BL that I won't mention or we'll be here all damn night....lmao

[ciaossu-imagines]

Could I get some NSFW headcanon for dazai , chuya and ranpo please 🙏 💋💋

( lov u 😘)

Of course you can, my lovely anon! I love you too and hope you’re having a great day, that you’ve eaten and slept well! Thanks so much for the request and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons!

Dazai

Okay, but please sit on this man’s face. He wants you too; he needs you too. He lives for this, honestly. And while he’s skilled with his words, his tongue definitely has other uses as he’s more than capable of turning a partner into a quivering, orgasmic mess with just his tongue alone, though he never leaves it at just that, using his mouth and his fingers and any toys that are handy. He could honestly be very happy just eating his partner out for quite a while, at least until their knees are weak and their thighs are shaking.

Dazai does dirty talk like nobody else. He’s always had the gift of gab and honeyed words drip off his tongue without shame in even the most innocent of circumstances. Is it any surprise that during foreplay and penetrative sex, he’s equally vocal and complimentary? Other than dirty talk, which can be either praise, orders, or degrading, depending on what his partner prefers or is in the mood for, Dazai is actual pretty silent when it comes to noises he’ll make during sex, other than a slightly raspy, almost muffled half gasp, half groan he makes just as he’s cumming.

He’s very much into toys. He finds them fun to play with, both for himself and his partner. There are so many varieties out there that it would be a shame not to explore. However, for masturbating by himself, he doesn’t really incorporate toys, preferring to explore that world with his partner.

Chuuya

I really feel like this man is pretty above average when it comes to his penis. And the fact that he’s really slim and small in his body stature makes it look even bigger. It’s a really solid, above-average seven inches in length (and don’t let some of the Tumblr headcanons fool you; that is definitely big), but it’s pretty girthy as well, nice and fat. There’s not a lot going on for thick veining and he’s circumcised. It’s thick and he gets really shaky when being given hand jobs or blowjobs. His cock tends to twitch a lot during those times, and it slightly embarrasses him.

He’s a vocal lover. He probably initially tries to be quieter and not make a lot of noise early on in the sexual relationship, worried it might put his lover off or seem unmanly if he was to let loose vocally. As he gets more and more comfortable though and doesn’t worry as much about his partner’s reaction, he gets increasingly vocal, starting with sounds. Gasps, moans, grunts…then comes the vocal encouragement. He’s definitely more than willing to let his partner know how good they feel, how tight and warm and perfect they feel around him, or how they should keep using their tongue just like that because fuck, baby, it feels so good.

Chuuya is not into PDA. It’s a huge turn-off for him if his partner is into risky or public sex or exhibitionism of any kind. Other than that, he’s willing to at least try most kinks, if only to see what his partner enjoys so much about it.

Ranpo

Okay, but have you heard of the term pillow princess? Well, Ranpo is definitely a pillow prince. He really does love taking it easy, laying back and letting his partner do most of the work. He wants to be pampered sexually and made to feel so good.

Ranpo has a long refractory period, but he makes up for it in other ways. Once he’s been made to cum, he actually really enjoys the half-pain, half incredibly, indescribably amazing feeling of being overstimulated. If they’re having penetrative sex, he’ll stay hard during that overstimulation period and fully encourages his partner to just use him after he’s cum in them. He wants to experience that feeling while watching his partner’s body and face as they focus solely on their own pleasure and on getting off. He especially likes demanding that they look at him right as they’re cumming. He does think it’s only fair, this arrangement – he expects to be made to cum, so it’s only fair for his partner to use him to get off as well.

Ranpo won’t have much, if any, sexual experience. He’s very green going into his first sexual relationship but he more than makes up for lost time, having an incredibly high libido once he does experience sex. A day without sex will be an incredibly bad day in his opinion and it’s enough to make him almost unbearable to be around because of his crankiness if he goes more than a couple days without the chance to have his cock somewhere inside his partner.

[more-than-a-princess]

your  name: Arsene Lupin

your age: 22

your perfect date: We would paint the town red as the Americans say, perhaps a day at an amusement park, then we can go to movies, make sure people SEE us entering a hotel together only to secretly leave from an alternate exit for a heist. (gotta create an alibi)

make out in private or in public?: Hmmm, if you'd give me the pleasure I'd say in private. I am a gentleman after all, whilst I have no shame of public affection it would be unruly of me to make out with you in public.

do you like to cuddle?: Yes please mademoiselle.

tell me something about you: I have a photographic memory and i can manipulate my own vocal chords to sound like anyone I've heard at least once, i'm also not bad at imitating machines and vehicles as well.

why do you want to be my valentine?: There's a part of me that knows..it knows that I may not be able to call you 'wife' or even 'lover' one day. I'd be satisfied to call you my Valentine even if it were for one day, I would be the happiest man alive.

Valentine's Day Application - Accepting through February 14!

She tended to forget: despite the fact that she was on the run and needed to remain in hiding until there were no public threats against her life, he was still younger than she was. And still, sometimes recklessly, calling the shots alongside his friends, all employed by the Novoselic Royal Family to keep her safe.

"I'm not entirely sure if it has occurred to him that being seen entering a hotel together would, inevitably, lead to having the press tipped off," Sonia remarked. Even without royal duties to speak of at present, she still couldn't turn off the part of her mind that worked through all the potential ways she could cause scandal. Scandal that had nothing to do with her hobbies, that is: she was far more amenable to being caught in a graveyard in the wee hours of the morning tracking some sort of paranormal activity than she was having her love life speculated about in the media. "And the immediate assumption would, inevitably, be..."

She trailed off, her cheeks turning pink at what was left unsaid. Sonia had a hunch that the world imagining they were engaging in such acts would likely appeal to him, if not will it into existence. Even if it would be all anyone would ask her about once she was able to resume her old life: who he was, where he came from, what he did and had he met her family yet.

That was the trouble with dating as the Princess of Novoselic: expectations were always heightened beyond anything a budding relationship should ever need to handle. She could smile at a man and laugh at something she found sincerely funny, and the rumor mill would churn out something akin to a passionate romance destined for the altar.

"I would enjoy visiting an amusement park and seeing a film, though. I cannot deny that," She agreed. "As long as we do not skip the roller coasters and haunted houses: those are essential. But more importantly-"

Sonia paused, sighing as she set the application aside. Not in a discard pile, not in an acceptance pile, but somewhere in-between. Rather like how she felt about him.

"He is a man of disguises and there are so many instances when I feel I do not know him. He desires an intimacy with me, emotionally and physically, but I wonder if he has truly considered what that means. The life I have been living since I met him, that does not resemble anything of what it will be once I am no longer under threat."

She swallowed, running a hand through her hair, the way she did when she was anxious. "I am not allowed, nor do I have it in me, to participate in casual relationships. I suppose I just do not understand how he can be so interested in me, when I feel we do not really know or understand each other. That when this is over...so will we."

"Nevertheless, a date might be a method of getting to know each other. No masks or costumes or voices that do not belong to us: just...us."

"I decline a visit to a hotel, though. Even if it is meant to be a facade for a heist in progress. There must be another way that does not invite unkind gossip."

But a date with no added pressure of a romantic holiday? She would give it, and him, a try. If just to try and get to know Arsene Lupin, whoever he was beneath his many disguises.

[birdhaslostit]

Okay,

top Ghost songs in no particular order: a review

New fan here, and I’m trying to learn everything i can about these guys. I first heard them on TikTok, but it actually wasn’t Mary On a Cross. Most people seem to have found them through that. (There’s no shame in it though, that song kicks ass.) I don’t remember the first Ghost song I ever heard, but I do remember hearing about them every once in a while.

Cirice (Ceremony and Devotion ver.)

If it isn't the live version, I don't want it. You can feel the electricity of the crowd. The chanting and yelling, you can practically see people reaching out, clawing to touch the stage. The guitars are especially ominous and twangy in this version. Papa's little additions of "can you?" and "I wanna know" make me want to scream back like I'm actually there. The way he ends it on a HOWL of a note, with the added reverb of it being played live? I've left my body, I am no longer alive. My ex-catholic ass has never felt closer to god than I have while listening to the lyrics "can't you see that you're lost? Can't you see that you're lost without me?" Also, Terzo specifically playing this live? I've seen the videos. Absolute filth. Incredible. I would shit my pants if I saw it in person. Can I hear the rumble that's calling? Absolutely I can. It's shaking my floorboards from all the bass.

Jesus He Knows Me

I just need to start by saying that this music video is the filthiest thing I've ever seen. And. I. Love. It. I didn't even catch the Defroque pun until a few days later. This song and this video absolutely gut scummy televangelists, and it's the greatest thing I've seen in years. It was one of the first Ghost music videos I ever watched, if not the first. All over TikTok, I saw video after video of people going "don't watch this, it's terrible, it's insane, it's so disrespectful, it's so gross." And of course, I had to see it after seeing so many people tell me how gnarly it was. I knew I'd definitely seen worse, and I had to see it for myself. It was, in the biblical sense, Eve grasping for the fruit of the tree. I logged into Youtube, and my jaw was on the ground. I could talk about it for days. It ran through my head on loop afterwards, and just would not go away. I was absolutely shocked and amazed at the balls on these people to put it all out in the open like that, and to not only get away with it, but to make a poignant statement while doing it. They didn't just do this for the shock value, they did it because it's the truth. This thing fucking rules.

Rats

Oh my god, it's spooky Def Leppard! I love spooky Def Leppard! That guitar solo! Just listen to those layered harmonies on each "oh woah-oh." The music video? Exceptional in every way. It's like I'm watching an 80s MTV spectacle. The choreography is burned into my brain like I've stared at the sun for too long. It is extravagant in every way, and I love it.

Con Clavi Con Dio (Ceremony and Devotion ver.)

Again, if it isn't the live version, I don't want it. It hits infinitely different than it does in the studio version. Hearing the reverb of the vocals bouncing around the stadium, and everyone staying silent to listen to it like it's gospel... Outrageous. Hearing that first "Lucifer?" The Italian sections? I'm getting flashbacks of going to church, but instead I'm actually having a good time.

He Is

Now, as an ex-catholic, I wasn't really raised on the typical evangelical/protestant 'youth group Jesus rock.' My church was all old people, so it was mostly the traditional stuff. But I definitely have heard the genre enough to know it when I hear it, and this is it— but not shitty, and not about Jesus. If I heard this at a church during a vulnerable time in my life as a teen, I would've totally been on board. And the inherent layers to that fact cannot be understated. It's a perfect critique/parody, no notes.

Life Eternal

This hits me like a half-and-half blend between Cirice and He Is. It's got that yearning, reaching, almost loving feel to it that Cirice has, but the sugar-sweet churchy vibe of He Is that makes you forget the fact that it's being sung by the devil's favorite band. It also gives me almost Journey vibes? Like, listen to Open Arms, and then listen to this. I can't be the only one.

I Believe

I genuinely did not know this was a cover until like 5 minutes ago. This shit is so ethereal. Like, almost Enya-esque? There are so many layers to it, so many different parts you could focus on, so many different sounds blending into one gorgeous whole. How is it so heavenly even though it's being sung by a satanic pope? I'm levitating. I'm contemplating my existence in this universe. The original is not bad by any means, but I love this version 100 times more. This isn't just a cover, honestly. The song has been totally transformed. The atmospheres of the two versions are so vastly different that calling it 'just a cover' is doing it a disservice.

Darkness At The Heart Of My Love

The little guitar bit at the very start really surprised me, honestly. At first it sounded like... Renaissance fair-y? And then the vocals started. Ghost really keeps you on your toes. This is truly a pseudo-love ballad I can get into. If I was driving a car while this was playing, I would accidentally start speeding during the chorus. Again, strong 80s rock band vibes with this one. I keep thinking Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon. And the whispered parts that I had to google because I couldn't understand what they were saying? Once I found out, I was sold.

Square Hammer (Ceremony and Devotion ver.)

The reversed vocals at the start? That Scooby Doo-ass intro with the 60s-style organ? Again, I'm telling you, spooky Def Leppard! I love it! The live version of this is just incomparable to the studio version. The booming power behind this recording is nuts. It's like thunder and lightning, I've got chills. Am I on the square? Am I on the level? Fuck yes I am. Am I ready to swear right here, right now, before the devil? Give me a knife and point me to the nearest sacrificial goat.

Dance Macabre

Spooky stripper music. It's got a late 60s/early 70s vibe to it in a way that I can't fully explain. It might be the organ, it might be the vocal style, it might be the hook. The hook for sure sounds like something a boy band might pull, in a good way. Nothing occult enough to make the parents throw away all of their records, but enough to make your religious dad turn his nose up at it.

Kiss the Go-Goat

Jim Morrison, is that you? "You've been daddied by all the dudes that wanna dad / And all those dads never gave you the things you should've had" is the most insane line in this whole thing. He had no right. That's like a quadruple entendre. The balls on this man. And you already know I love a good blasphemous Latin section. With the smooches at the end? Be still, my heart. I just know people in 1969 were screaming and throwing panties onstage. It's just a fact.

Bonus list of songs I would shit my pants if they covered:

Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

Specifically the Holier Than Thou Approach with Francois Kevorkian. Like what the fuck else would they do? It's like asking a fish to breathe water. It would be stupid if they didn't. Do it, cowards.

The Hairstyle of the Devil by Momus

I love New Wave. I just do. And I think that Ghost could really transform it into something spectacular in their own style. The lyrics are fascinating: "And when you meet me finally your horns will lock with mine / For the beast rules with rivalry / As the clock rules with time / Pleased to meet you, hope you've guessed my name." They could do so much with this.

Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga

A pretty obvious pick, I know, but you have to admit it would be incredible.

Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics

They could make this so slutty and so spooky, y'all. Listen to the lyrics and tell me they wouldn't.

Pet Sematary by The Ramones

Again, on-brand.

The Stroke by Billy Squier

I mean, come on.

Fortune and Fame by Naked Eyes

I can't tell you why, but in my mind, it really fits.

[lenixsocial]

"Now and Then": an honest review.

From an honest source: me.

I've been a Beatles fan forever, practically. I have dissected their songs, read all the books, seen all the films. I feel qualified to deliver the following review.

If you haven't heard the newest Beatles track, stop now. Go do that. It's literally everywhere.

Music: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: The music is excellent. The song opens on a piano melody played by Paul. That they chose to wipe John's original piano may be suspect, but one only needs to listen to "Real Love" to fully grasp why you'd rather have a newly recorded piano. While on that track John's vocals sound creepy and thin due to magnetic tape degradation, the piano suffers even more and warbles along as another piano is laid on top to strengthen the sound. The choice to overdub strings is brilliant as well because Beatles ballads and string sections go together like cookies and milk. Ringo's drumming is as sure footed as ever, albeit a touch rattling as the largeness of the room he's in is conveyed by the presence of his kit from time to time. Paul's bass recalls figures from "You Never Give Me Your Money" in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment which honestly lends the song even more Beatles credibility. George Harrison plays rhythm guitar which is honestly a shame because that's just not using your talents to their maximum. But George disliked this song due to its 60 cycle hum and poor audio quality during the 1995 sessions, so all he did was play rhythm guitar. And honestly it's sort of buried in the mix. What we do get is Paul playing slide in George's style. Honestly it took me about four listens to appreciate it for what it is: Paul's apology to George. Nobody could play like him, he was an iconic slide player. Now all Paul can do is try and get his sound. There's no replacing George. Even if Paul contemplated it back in the late 60's. He truly misses him and of that I have no doubt. Again: the music is beautiful and it's the thing I have the least gripes with.

Lyrics: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: The lyrics are pretty damn tepid. Pretty safe. Pretty dull if I'm being honest. I think most people were hoping Paul would write something more profound seeing as how the title is reportedly the last lines John ever spoke to him. What we get is a syrupy take on old friends, long since departed. Perhaps keeping with the ethos of 'keep it simple, stupid' Paul went a decidedly basic route working off the lyrics that already were there. The song itself wasn't much to begin with lyrically and we must remember: these were John's DEMOS. The earliest buds of a song. Likely these would've been transformed into great works through multiple rewrites. Overall I'm giving the lyrics a solid 'good' rating. It does what it needs to despite being perhaps overly simple.

Vocals: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: I was going to give it only three but it's John's vocals that gave it another star. They are pristine. In a way that no Lennon vocal has ever been. And I think John would've absolutely HATED it. He loved effects on his voice and probably would've really dug the tape warble on the other two 90's era reunion tracks. Here, Peter Jackson used machine learning to take the original vocals, remove the hum and hiss, and train it on what John's voice sounded like. What we get are the cleanest, clearest, most unencumbered Lennon vocals, ever. They are mixed so high however that it occasionally interferes with some of the other instrumentation. Elsewhere Ringo and Paul sing together on backing vocals (an interesting choice which I feel is long overdue on a Beatles track), and vocals from older Beatles tunes are 'flown in' to the mix so that John Paul and George can harmonize together again (this sounded like it was going to be cheap as hell until you hear it and then you understand why it's absolute genius).

Artwork: ⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: It's bad. Look, I get what it's trying to do: it's supposed to be the outlines of the balconies as seen on the Red and Blue albums, but with the Beatles replaced by words. The font is a poor choice, it's dull. The colors are dull. The back cover should've been the front cover, and there's nary a Beatles logo on it. It's a fail in the artwork department (despite the artist being responsible for McCartney III, a truly inventive cover).

Promotion: ⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: This was the single most disorganized campaign ever concocted by Apple Corps. We started out with rumor. Fine. Then Paul's old clip saying he was going to complete "Now and Then". Alright. Cool. Then Paul announces that AI helped make it smack dab in the middle of the summer news cycle where Actors in SAG were fearful of having AI copy their voices. Was this even the real John Lennon? What was going on? Paul was silent. Ringo too. Then Paul had to walk it back and explain. Then we had absolutely no time to prepare for its release. It was PLONK it's getting put out on this day. Deal with it. It was all very slapdash last second feeling and it isn't like Apple Corps to not really handle releases well with months of build up and promos. This was well...fairly ham fisted if I'm being honest. Paul's AI comment by the way really confused the older demographic who still contend that it's a computer singing John's part, not John. Also, it didn't help that the AI Beatles YouTube page went up shortly after Paul's AI announcement further muddying the waters.

Music Video: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: Here's where Peter Jackson shined on this project. It took me five rewatches to appreciate the video. Seeing them all together on stage performing again was tear-inducing for sure. The music works well as a companion in the video for sure. John directing the orchestra with his silly affectations, and just the way in which they were all so neatly removed from old footage to appear alongside current Paul and Ringo was beautiful. And let's not forget that end: The Beatles take a bow and they disappear as the band's name goes opaque on the blocks behind them. Their career is officially over. All the songs have been sung. They might disappear, but the memories and their music will last forever. Genius ending.

Value for Money: ⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: If this would've come out on Volume 3 of a newly minted and remastered Anthology, I don't think the public would have had an issue. But it didn't. It came out as a horribly expensive single, and will be included on the remastered Blue Album. Oddly the same album doesn't include Free as a Bird or Real Love, which further angers fans. It is a disaster in the same way the promotion for the record was a disaster.

B-Side: ⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: They could have put nearly ANYTHING on the flip and chose their first single. Which OK. I get it. Bookends. Now and Then. Cute. But it's absolutely JARRING to go from modern recording techniques to 1962 recording techniques. It's a decent mix I suppose, but it just doesn't make sense and if you're wanting to make new Beatles fans, at least put something more contemporary like "Here Comes The Sun" on the obverse. Kids love that song. Look on Spotify. The sound of that song is early 60's. I don't see a lot of Gen Z'ers calling it a bop.

Verdict: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️: A good song, with a terrible promotion and single release coupled with a tearjerker of a video and a chance to hear our heroes one last time. Its positives outweigh its negatives for me, and after a few listens it's as much a Beatles tune as any other. Definitely worth listening to, and cherishing for years to come.

[leviathancries]

tragic love songs to study to (vol. 5)

[DUCKBOY] (2023)

Tragic Love Songs To Study To is Ruby da Cherry (from $uicideboy$) newest solo project. Going by the name DUCKBOY for this album adding to his ever-growing list of aliases. Personally something I have been waiting for, for a long fucking time. Ruby (DUCKBOY) managed to tap into his roots in punk and created this mini album. Much to the upset of most of his zoomer iPad baby fanbase who only want KILL MYSELF! DRUGS! SATAN!!! music.

Track 1: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"You may hang up or press 1 for more options"

To be honest as an intro track I have heard better, It does set a pretty good (dial)tone for the theme of the album. (people bothering him and trying to call him)

Track 2: ROUGAROU (i've become the monster

"Let's pull back the tide and see if the moon is dead!"

ROUGAROU starts off the album strong with that signature 2000's emo pop-punk vibe. I'm a huge fan of Ruby in general but I feel on songs like this his potential as an artist shines best. His style of singing is so suited to this type of song and it's a shame he hasn't made music like this sooner lol. (yeah before you try and be a smart ass I have listened to his punk shit from his old bands, ur not cool for knowing that) Also the hook of the song is so fucking catchy it's been stuck in my head since the album came out. "I HAVE ALL NIGHT TO HUNT, I PROMICE TO PROTECT YOU WITH MY CURSE!" insane.

Track 3: where y'at, duckboy?

"Oh my god, call me ASAP..."

Interesting choice to put an interlude as the 3rd track on the album, but it is only a 7 song album so I guess it is more forgivable. That being said I actually really like this song. It carries on with the theme of people calling Ruby and bothering him. The simple hip-hop trap beat with that smooth bass kinda fucks to be honest.

Track 4: XXL hadron collider

"I ain't crying over spilt milk, but who's gonna clean this mess?"

Track four thrusts us right back in that 2000s emo mindset. Singing about suicide and betrayal has never been so cool to be honest. This is probably my favorite song on the album solely because it has such a nostalgic sound to it. This song just reminds me of being super young watching AMV's on YouTube in 2008. Like listen to this song and tell me this doesn't remind you of that. And again Ruby flexes on us with his talent of writing catchy hooks. Also the vocal style switch up between verse one and two is unmatched.

Track 5: ​my love life needs a lobotomy

"I spent the whole night throwing up your spiiit!"

Track four and five seamlessly flow into one another. I mean the song is only 41 seconds so it's pretty much just verse three of track four separated into it's own track. BUT IT'S A FUCKING GOOD SONG DAMNIT! like really fucking good. Not really much else to say about this one.

Track 6: where y’at, duckboy​?? "Call me back dawg..."

Another interlude. More voicemails. More chill-hop beats. If I had to compare this one to the other interlude I prefer the other one. Although the girl who says "Thank you" at the end sounds cute :3

Track 7: ​after further reasoning, i’m going to bed

"I'll live as long as my little lungs last!"

Last track of the album. Track seven is another pop-punk song, using catchy guitar riffs and upbeat drums. Ruby shows off his versatile voice on this song using different vocal styles and a good variety of pitch. Homeboy went crazy not gonna lie. Another memorable song IMO. Just another thing to add to my long, long list of good Ruby songs and verses.

Overview: tragic love songs to study to (vol. 5)

I know I was essentially throating Ruby in this review but what can I say? I love the dude. He's a huge inspiration for me. Personal opinions aside ill say the good and bad about the album as a whole.

It's fuckin' short. Like short as fuck. Like out of the 7 songs we have an intro and 2 interludes. That only leaves 4 actual songs, one of which is only 41 seconds long. That being said, the full songs on this album are fucking amazing. Like really, really good. If you are into 2000s pop-punk, emo nostalgia shit. Check this out. The songs are super catchy, well produced and well written. This album has been a long time coming since Ruby has hinted at a solo project for years and I'm hoping for more in the future!

Rating: 8/10

If there's any typos or inconsistencies in this review it's because I can't be bothered to proof read it.

[humbleandhungry]

Anxiety & The Bigger Picture

“And I heard the voice of the LORD saying, ‘Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?’ Then I said, ‘Here am I! Send me’”

This passage from Isaiah 6 dictates exactly how I fell into this internship. Starting in November of 2023, every time I served on Cultivate’s worship team, I felt a pull. Not the typical “Holy-Spirit-is-moving” pull, but something deeper. Something inside me that I hadn’t felt once in the past seven years. There was a revival coming in this community, and I knew I wanted to be a part of it.

I prayed, and I prayed hard. I practically begged God for discernment, guidance, clarity, whatever you want to call it. I tried to distract myself from it, ranting extensively to my friends and family and whoever else would listen. It was months of this anxious feeling, itching for something bigger, something beyond myself.

April 2024, I made the decision to take a break from volunteering.

“But Kelsi, wouldn’t you want to be volunteering more? What made you think taking a break was going to solve your problem?”

Jesus sought solitude. He literally slept on a boat in the middle of a storm. Jesus needed rest when the world was getting to be too much for Him, and He longed for peace to be with His father in heaven. I took a month off, and I prayed. I sought the Lord and what His will was for my life. I prayed for what felt like days in a row, without end.

When God allowed me to volunteer again, I was blessed with a fresh mind and renewed faith that whatever happened would be a part of His plan.

August 11th, 2024. It’s 7am and I’m shivering. Cultivate’s outdoor service has fallen on our once-a-quarter baptisms, and the tub is being filled. I’m playing bass, assisting on vocals, and fervently praying for the Holy Spirit to guide people to Jesus.

I was anxious. My first outdoor service, the possibility of an internship, baptisms, everything was coming to a turning point. I hardly ever get nervous on stage, but something big was coming.

There was that stirring again, and I knew it was going to be a good day.

Throughout worship and Anthony’s message, there was a tugging deep within my soul that this was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Or, for the next six months.

We return to the stage to cover underneath baptisms and testimonies. The line of new believers was impressive, 5 or 6 people about to make the best decision of their lives.

I wasn’t made to be tending a grave I was called by name Born and raised back to life again I was made for more So why would I make a bed in my shame When a fountain of grace is running my way I know I am Yours And I was made for more

After our planned baptisms, we give a spontaneous opportunity for those who feel called to step into the water. The worship team plays a little bit of “Made for More”, a song that is so powerful for those who are experiencing the transformative power of Jesus and that we are created for a purpose beyond our imagination.

Something incredible happened. A young woman, about my age, walked through the side door of the church with a “RAISED TO LIFE” t-shirt on. She had made the decision to publicly proclaim Jesus Christ as Lord and savior of her life. I had just met this girl weeks before, and I had quickly cultivated a friendship with her. She shared her struggle, her pain, but also God’s goodness and faithfulness, and here she was, getting baptized right in front of me.

I couldn’t stop the tears. No matter who is in the water, baptism is a very emotional sacrament for me. I was meant to co-lead a song after baptisms to celebrate the new life people have stepped into, but I felt my voice cracking like an egg. Only by the power of the Holy Spirit, I sounded completely normal in the online service.

Great! People got baptized, Kelsi’s not anxious anymore, all is happy and well in Hamilton, Michigan. What’s the point?

The "big picture" is SO MUCH bigger than we could think of or even imagine.

I spent months worrying about this internship. I’ve been consistently anxious for about nine years — which is a tangent for another time — and I find my rest in Jesus. I eagerly watched two of my best friends, Josh and Karter, walk through their own internships and grow into amazing leaders and better followers of Christ. Through their struggles and hardships, they leaned on God’s perfect will and knew His plan was better. All of the things that didn’t work out and were disappointing ended up turned for their good. I saw God move in their lives in astonishing ways because they abided in Him and trusted Him through everything.

I saw what God had done for the boys, and found myself asking, when is it going to be my turn, Lord? When am I going to get to shine like they do? I’m convinced that the mentality of “my turn” is what kept God’s plan hidden for so long. I wasn’t being driven by my true purpose of glorifying God, but by my own selfishness. I hadn’t surrendered my struggle to the Lord, instead trying to trust myself to handle everything.

Here’s the thing, friends:

We cannot do it on our own.

We just can’t. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t care for ourselves (check out Galatians 6:5). Just give it to God. 1 Peter 5:7 says to “cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you”. Isn’t that such a gift? What a blessing to have a gentle, loving Father in heaven who cares for us. Lay your burdens down at the feet of Jesus and surrender. You will find peace that transcends any understanding.

The rest found in Christ cannot be found anywhere else.

Stay humble, stay hungry. Kels :) Psalm 18:2

[bewitchingfanfiction]

Haikyuu (2020/10/17)

The first time Kuroo realized his feelings for Kenma, they were twelve, though Kuroo was thirteen.

A new bakery had opened up near by, and the two had been meaning to go for a while.

"Whooooaaaa, this chocolate cake looks so good..." Kuroo was practically drooling as he looked at the cake on display. "I'm getting a piece, what do you want?" He looked at his friend.

Kenma pouted slightly and stared down at his DS. Using the stylus, he wrote something in the friend messenger program and held it up for him to see. 'The one with the strawberry'.

Kuroo ordered the cake slices and the two ate them together in a peaceful silence. Kenma still occasionally playing on his DS.

It was quiet. Kuroo babbled on about the cake and other random things, Kenma nodded in response.

It was quiet...but it was also really nice. Kuroo knew he wanted it to last forever.

~~~

They were fifteen when they started dating.

Well, Kuroo was sixteen, but still.

It was fun, Kuroo would surprise Kenma with all kinds of things, video games, candy, flowers, he was always ready to spoil him and it drove the others on the volleyball team nuts. 

But school itself was a nightmare. Kids who sat behind Kenma would yell in his ear suddenly, or pull his hair, or do anything else they could to startle him, hoping to be the one to make the mute kid let out a sound.

He never did, he's not sure he could even if he wanted too.

~~~

They're sixteen and seventeen when Kuroo says the words Kenma has been dreading.

"I love you."

Kenma burst into silent tears when Kuroo said those words, and for a while Kuroo was certain it was because Kenma didn't like him anymore or something.

But when he finally got Kenma to write down on paper what was wrong, his heart broke just a little bit more.

'I'm sad because I can't say it back to you.'

Kuroo whispered gentle words to him, holding him in his arms, insisting he never needed to vocalize it for Kuroo to know.

He already knew, even if Kenma could never actually tell him.

~~~

It's their third anniversary when it happens.

Kenma had surprised Kuroo with his favorite meal on the table and some nice candles lit, then held up a paper.

'Please sit. I have a surprise for you.'

Kuroo instantly went to make a joke about something sexual, only for Kenma to reveal another paper.

'If you make any gross jokes I'm kicking you out.' That shut Kuroo up instantly.

He did as requested and sat down, looking at Kenma who didn't move to sit at the table himself yet.

Kenma's eyes were closed in concentration, eyebrows and mouth twitching as his hands grabbed handful's of his own jacket.

"...Kenma?" Kuroo looked at him with confusion and concern.

But then, he heard it.

It was quiet, barely even a whisper, but he heard it.

"L...Lo...ve...y...y...yo-u...." 

The words were choppy, stuttery, rough, quiet and so painfully awkward that Kenma felt humiliated on the spot. Tears filled his eyes as he covered his face in shame. He had practiced for so long, he wanted so badly to surprise Kuroo on their anniversary by finally saying those words back and he had to go and mess it up-

Kuroo cupped Kenma's face, causing Kenma to remove his hands to look at him tearfully. Kuroo wiped his tears away with his thumbs and had the brightest smile Kenma's ever seen on him. "...I'm so proud of you..." He muttered out to the smaller boy before pressing his lips to the others.

And just like that, Kenma felt like his heart was on fire. He did his best to put all the words he could never say into the kiss, all the things he wanted to tell Kuroo so badly with his own voice.

Slowly, their kiss broke and Kuroo pressed his forehead against Kenma's, grinning like an idiot. "...You have the cutest voice I think I've ever heard..."

Kenma's face flushed red and he rammed his face into Kuroo's chest.

Why did his husband have to be so embarrassing?