#it’s their only interaction and they don’t even look directly at each other but it���s Significant.

[aeruia]

⌕. WIND BREAKER

⟳. WHAT ARE WE ?

suo hasn't been treating you differently to others yet you think it’s unusual which led to you going insane from all the thinking you did when in the end you two end up being together.

pairing/s : suo hayato x gn!reader

warning/s : lowercase intended , childhood friends to lovers troupe RAHHH ( idk if this is a warning but ill still put it )

word count : 2.7k

note : i only read this once and i think i used the " you " and other words repeatedly but i tried my best on searching other terms 🥲 and me still centering everything when it’ll just be mess up on pc or laptop 😭

꒰ masterlist 𖦹 wbk masterlist ꒱

suo hayato has been your childhood friend like literally. you guys were friends in the age of five or six you can’t remember but you and that man have been friends for like decades. well, practically you both grew up together just by how close you two are.

he’s the only man closest to you other than your father. he’s similar to a brother figure and you only see him as that yet the brown haired man’s action says different. thinking about his actions late at night has made its way into your night routine.

what was your night routine during the time you never questioned his actions? it’s simple — you eat, do your skincare, brush your teeth and go to sleep. nowadays, you just lay in your bed staring at the ceiling recalling every interaction you had with that man. there are also days you can't hold it and scream at your pillow because of how kind he is to you.

it’s normal and you're only thinking that and making it deeper that it shouldn't have because what if there’s an actual meaning in there and you’re just brushing it off? these thoughts never fail you to stay awake at night.

your alarm goes off as you hit it to turn it off, you feel a little bit groggy as you force yourself to sit on the edge of your bed, rubbing at your eyes to remove the sleepiness you’re feeling. “ gosh, i feel more tired than usual. ” you thought to yourself as you stand up, making your way on the bathroom to wash your face.

luckily there wasn’t any school today or else you’re cooked knowing yourself you’ll doze off in the middle of the class. you cursed suo as if it was his fault that you didn’t get enough sleep. ever since you started thinking his actions have more meaning — it made you more delusional.

delusional that he likes you, you don’t even know what is his motive for that or maybe he’s just fucking around, you have no clue plus it’s messing up your mind. letting out a sigh while you dry your face up using a towel leaving your bathroom to prepare your breakfast and that you can leave to roam around the town besides you need to restock up your fridge too.

you slip on your shoes and your bag slinging it on your shoulder as you lock your apartment door.

the sun shines on your face making you squint covering your eyes with your palm while you look down squeezing your eyes shut because of the sun directly hitting your eyes.

you straightly made your way into the café that kotoha runs wanting to have a drink before walking to the market.

“ hello, [name]! how are you? ” you heard kotoha ask when you’re literally just about to step foot inside. “ i’m fine, thank you for asking. ” kotoha nodded, satisfied with your answer as she set down a plate she was just wiping a minute ago.

three minutes later, kotoha placed your usual drink in front of you as she continued to wipe the plate she put down earlier. the door opened the bell rings signaling that someone stepped inside the café and it was just the trio. sakura, nirei and suo.

“ oh! kotoha and [name], hellooo !! ” he greeted both of you and smiled as kotoha greeted him back. the brown haired girl greeted the three of them as sakura and nirei sat next to each other while suo sat next to you.

suo propped his elbow as he rest his chin on his hand before smiling at you. “ what are your plans for today? ” he asked. he always asks you what are your plans once he gets the chance to talk to you. “ walk around the market, my fridge is almost empty. ” you replied. suo looks at you and nods. “ i’ll tag along. ” he said giving you a close eyed smile.

you raise one of your eyebrow as you looked at him and looked at nirei and sakura who was chatting with kotoha. “ we just finished patrolling. ” he said when he noticed you were looking back and forth to say that “ suo, you’re hanging out with your friends. ”

“ oh! wouldn't they mind if i steal you from them, then? ” the brown haired boy shook his head left to right. “ i’m sure they won’t — right sakura and nirei? ” he asked as he looked at the two boys while sakura looked at him as if he was angry when he literally just don't get it. “ huh? oh yeah, it’s alright! ” nirei said when sakura is still puzzled. “ what are you guys say- ” he tried to chime in but got cut off with nirei just saying that sakura also agrees.

“ see? they wouldn't mind. ” the smile on his face never faded as you nodded sipping on the drink that you almost forgot about.

you finished your drink as you thanked kotoha before leaving money on the counter as you waved them goodbye, suo doing the same.

“... is that why he asked if it’s alright? ” sakura asked while he eats his omurice. nirei and kotoha nodded in sync.

you were glad suo tagged along or else your hands are full of fruits, vegetables and meat. you were buying a lot so it will last you for a month so you can avoid leaving your apartment to buy the ingredients you need if you’re craving something.

“ ahh, you’re buying a lot are you planning to lock yourself in your apartment? ” turning around to face suo as you blinked at him. “ obviously not, i can’t live without interacting with someone. ” you said, turning your back against him as you buy an ice cream. “ do you also want one, suo? ” suo declined your offer as you just shrugged and thanked the old man who was selling the ice cream, taking a spoonful of it, consuming it.

the vendors or the elders that are in the same place you two are also have been mistaking you and suo that you two are together so whenever you decline or suo decline it they will say that it’s a pity you and him aren't together since you two look good together.

every time you hear it you can't help but sigh internally because you’re confused about how you see him and also confused about how he sees you, you were in your own world thinking about the things everyone said to you and suo.

if he didn't pull you out of the way you would have been hit by a kid who was paddling fast like they were in some kind of race.

“ you never change [name], ” he said as he release his hold on your wrist. “ don’t zone out like that. ” he added making you let out an apologetic smile, leading him into a bench. “ let’s take a break for now then let’s go to my apartment. ” you said. both of you sitting at the same time.

you take a spoonful of the ice cream again, consuming it as you repeat it and in a second the cup of ice cream is finished. “ wait, ” suo said making you look at him as he places down the plastic bags on the ground before he takes out a handkerchief, wiping the corner of your lips making you surprised your hand moves in its own putting a hand on his wrist, making him stop his movement.

“ why are you doing this? ” you start, your hand still on his wrist as he tilts his head to the side. “ just, what are we suo? ” you finished, looking at him there was a glint in your eyes that suo couldn't understand what it is. “ what do you want us to be? ” his question made you huff taking your hand off his wrist.

this man got you in a chokehold and that annoys you because why does he have such a huge effect on you? did he put you in a spell or something?

he puts down the plastic bags on your kitchen counter while you look at your list everything is checked out except for " a carton of ice cream " written with a red pen. you wanna ask suo if he wanna tag along to go to an ice cream store together.

“ looks like you got something on your mind, ” looking up to see him standing in front of you, his hands on his back. “ are you able to go with me to the ice cream store? i’ll buy you an ice cream too! consider it as a reward for helping me. ”

the both of you walked into the ice cream store as you shivered a bit because of how chilly it can get inside the store. you quickly goes to one of the ice cream freezer, sliding the glass as you grabbed an ice cream that was stored in a tub and an ice cream that was in a cone.

the brown haired boy only stared at you — having a hard time picking which flavor you should get. “ suo, what should flavor should i get? ” you asked him, showing different flavors of the ice cream. “ that one. ” suo replied, pointing at your favorite flavor at all times.

nodding at his reply putting the other flavors back to the freezer as you closed it. “ what about you? what ice cream do you want? ” you asked, suo taking the ice cream out of your hand, walking into the register to pay for it.

you stand there stunned as the tall male gave a smile leaving with a small thank you.

he left your apartment as you sighed in relief. you let out a silent scream, putting both of your hands on your head before running into your room.

what happened today just made you wonder about it more. when suo asked “ what do you want us to be? ” just keeps repeating over and over again like it’s on loop. do you want to be his? or do you want to stay friends with him? that thought made you stay awake all night.

you were looking at the ceiling again having a staring contest with it — you’re in a predicament that looks like you can solve easily yet it’s hard.

suo is a mysterious person. everybody knows that including you, of course. you’re no exception when it comes to that, that man can read you like an open book when it comes to him? you can’t exactly pinpoint his exact feelings seeing that he always have a smile on his face.

“ what do you want us to be... ” you recalled what he said as you smiled, kicking your feet under the sheets. just what will you do without him? you two aren’t even together and here you are blushing and kicking your feet.

the next day, you feel your eyes can't open temporarily because of how tired you are feeling. at the same time, you forcefully opened your eyes looking at yourself in the mirror. there’s a bag under your eye, a clear sign that you didn't get the sleep you want.

today, you’re feeling extra insane from all of that thinking you did last night. “ maybe hanging out with suo today will fix everything? ” you asked yourself, taking your phone out texting suo quickly.

spoiler alert — it didn't fix everything or maybe it did?

now, you two are sitting outside of a small cafe, a drink infront of you while on suo have nothing but just water.

“ well.. i expected you would only drink water so i brought teacakes. ” you stated, placing a box in front of him as he gave you a bright smile. “ ah, how thoughtful of you. ” you brush it off saying that he deserves it.

“ suo! ” someone called out, both of your head turning to who it was. a blond hair boy and a black and white hair boy walk towards to where you guys are sitting.

the blond hair boy scratches his cheek with his index finger while the two toned hair boy has both of his hands in his pocket — the one they all have in common is they all wear furin jackets.

“ oh, uhm are you on a date.. ” the blond hair asked nervously not wanting to interrupt as suo shook his head which made him sigh in relief.

“ don’t get the wrong idea, me and suo are just friends! childhood friends to be exact. ” you explained with a smile. seems like he’s rubbing off on you by how you smile more often.

you continued to sip your drink while suo talked to them for a bit. not long after they had walked away to do their own thing, suo’s eyes are fixated on you again. you ignored it by looking at your side which is inside the cafe.

“ how come, you’re always like this with me? ” you blurted out a question while he bites on the teacakes you had brought him. “ i know you’re aware of your actions. if you don’t stop i’m close to falling for you. ” you said in a joking manner as he just smiled in return.

“ i’ll wait for that day. the day you’ll fall for me. ” he said as he showed you a smile — a smile that’s so breathtaking, if they challenge you to look at him like this, tell everyone you’ll be out there with a huge amount of money.

you’re probably overreacting it or is it just you but he looks more handsome than usual?

“ let’s go, it’ll probably get dark later. ” his voice grabbed you out of your train of thoughts as you nodded, standing up and taking the drink you failed to finish.

as usual, suo walks you to your apartment. you mumbled a thank you, as you ran quickly inside your apartment slamming the door.

you rubbed the back of your neck, feeling embarrassed at what you said back there in the cafe as you sit on the floor, leaning on the door. it’s confirmed, suo hayato will be the death of you.

days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months. you can’t handle the feelings you have for him. you always tell yourself that if you’re ever friends with someone it should only stay as friends however that’s not the case here anymore.

day by day the only thing that you have in mind was suo it was always him. it was like his name was imprinted on your brain. you could never go on a normal day without thinking about suo.

inviting suo into your apartment wasn’t in your to-do list yet you still did it, therefore you two were sitting on the floor across from each other. rambling about your school and things you had seen when you were out.

and that’s when you did something stupid next thing you did was ramble about how you like him so much and that you still think about what he said when you two were in the cafe. to top it off you weren't even drunk, you never even had a single alcohol in you.

“ to answer your question about what do you want us to be, i’d like us to date. ” you noticed the silence when you finished talking.

“ well, that took you several months to answer my question. ” he teased and laugh which made you embarrassed.

“ don’t rub it off my face! you wanna go on a date with me or not! ” you said heat rushing up to your cheeks. suo finding this adorable as he lifted his hand to pinch your cheek. “ i’ll go on a date with you, my treat of course. ” he said, pinching at your cheek making you scrunch your nose before pulling away his hand.

months had gone by after that date you two had. it was memorable for you.

you were eating ice cream again while suo wipes the side of your mouth to clean the ice cream that remains. you finished the ice cream again in no time, throwing it into the nearby trash can before glancing at the man in front of you.

“ what are we? ” the question you asked when you’re so puzzled about his true intention. suo laugh “ we are a happy couple. ” he answered, as you giggle like a kid that got something they want.

you convinced yourself that those sleepless nights. the nights you wouldn't even get a blink of sleep because of the constant thinking you do because of him.

date posted : 063024

[obsessedelusional]

What the f*** are you looking at?

parings ✦ Eddie Munson x You/Reader

summary ✦ As a fellow social reject you sat at the same lunch table as the Hell Fire club. You didn’t mind, forming a crush on their leader Munson. What happens when one day he catches you starting?

authors note ✦ Okay this is tmi but my freshman year of high school I had a fat ass crush on this boy he was the class clown always doing the most one day I turn around as he’s being loud and he says “What’re you looking at?” And then continues to tell his friends I’m always staring at him. Literally so traumatizing LMAO turned it a cute lil fluff piece about Eddie. Obviously my life didn’t end out like this lol

FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!!

The first three years of high school were all the same. You spent everyday alone, your face tucked away in a book. Sometimes you’d wonder what it would be like to be a little reckless. Maybe even do something kind of stupid. Pretend for once that you didn’t give a fuck. Truth was you gave too many fucks. Constant state of worry and anxiety. It was much easier to be invisible. Doing everything in your power to be as unseen as possible.

Which is exactly why you admired Eddie Munson. He gave off the most I don’t give a fuck energy you had ever seen. You were insanely jealous that he is so effortlessly him self. Something you struggled with as long as you can remember.

Eddie was so attractive in your eyes. Most of the books you read were romance, the main man a stereotypical bad boy. You always imagined Eddie when reading the many stories. Forming a giant crush on him years ago.

One perk of being a social reject was having no choice but to sit at the same table as him. Getting a front row seat to his shenanigans. The Hell Fire Club took up half of the table while the rest of the school losers sat at the other end. Sometimes you would wonder why you few didn’t just befriend each other. No one ever brave enough to be the first person to introduce themselves.

Today was no different, you were sat the lunch table reading as a way to pass the time and hopefully stop anyone from talking to you. The large thud at the other end of the table has you looking up from the pages in front of you. You look to see Eddie putting on his usual theatrics.

“Fuck this school.” His voice spreading across the lunch room. Most people so used it they don’t bother looking his way. You on the other hand look for any excuse to stare at Eddie. Jason makes a snarky comment which only fuels Eddie’s fire.

“And fuck you too!” He flips Jason off before finally taking a seat. You can’t help but feel for him something must be truly bothering him. That quickly changes when his head snaps upwards his eyes move directly at you.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” He spits talking to you. Your eyes go wide, entirely in shock. Never once had you actually interacted with Eddie. Always wanting to, would even imagine how it would go down. Not like this.

“Dude what the fuck?” Jeff says to Eddie.

“What? She’s always fucking staring.” Eddie says, venom in his voice. Tears begin to brim your eyelids so you stand up, wasting no time to leave. You can hear the rest of the group telling him that was dick move.

You make your way to the nearly empty library. Where’d you spend the rest of lunch. After today you’d probably spend every lunch till you graduated in the library. Promising yourself you’ll never look at Eddie again.

—

It’s been over a week since the incident. You hadn’t seen Eddie since. Which was easy enough considering most of your classes were AP and he wasn’t in any of those. You ended up enjoying spending lunch in the library. It was quiet enough that there were little to no interruptions as you read.

The school day comes to an end. Your walking to your car, eyes on the floor. In an attempt to avoid all your classmates. That’s until you come to a screeching halt, someone’s blocking the door to your car. While you can only see their tattered white sneakers you recognize them immediately. It’s Eddie.

“I wanted to apologize.” His voice softer than his usual tone. You ignore him reaching for the door handle, he moves in the way blocking your hand.

“I’m so sorry.” He says while you continue to refuse to look at him.

“I was having a shitty day. Mrs. Davis was telling me off for falling behind in class. As I was leaving her classroom the principal calls me to the office, blaming me for the graffiti that appeared in the gym. Which wasn’t me by the way, if I was capable of that everyone would know it was me. Didn’t matter I got in trouble for it, two weeks of after school detention.” He keeps on rambling on and on about that events that happened before he snapped at you.

“Then Jason was being an asshole. I was so irritated and when I saw you looking at me I took it out on you. I became the asshole. I feel terrible.” He says, you can’t help but feel like he’s being genuine.

“It’s whatever. Can I get in my car now?” You say, your voice timid as usual.

“Please let me make it up to you.” He pleads. It takes all your will power to not look up at those big beautiful brown eyes.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say reaching around him but he blocks you yet again.

“Please I miss catching the pretty book worm staring at me.” As the words come out of his mouth you can’t help but internally freak the fuck out. Is what he’s saying true? You can’t bring yourself to respond, too entirely overwhelmed by the situation.

“Look at me please.” His hand reaches for your chin in attempt to raise your face. You push it away, Eddie retracts his hand surprised by your reaction.

“Why won’t you look at me?” You’re focused on his hands, his fingers playing with the tear in his jeans.

“Cause I’m always fucking staring.” You are surprised by the words that come out.

“I’m serious when I say I miss it. Let me make it up to you. I want to take you out on a date.” You can sense the smile on his face, still refusing to make eye contact with him. Wishing nothing more than to escape this situation.

“This feels like a trap.” You respond.

“What?”

“If I say yes it’s gonna be a prank or something. The second I say yes you’re gonna start laughing as if the idea of anyone going out with me is ridiculous.”

“Do you really think that of me?” He asks, his tone sounds upset now.

“A week ago, no. Today? Maybe.”

“I don’t think the idea of anyone going out with you is ridiculous. I noticed years ago your constant gaze. I never minded. If anything I started going out of my way to get your eyes on me. Always making a fool of myself so I can see your smile when you finally get your head out of whatever book your reading.”

“Then why did you say what you said?” You ask.

“Because this time the reason you were looking my way was because I was throwing a tantrum. Like a giant toddler. I was embarrassed. You looked concerned while ever looked disgusted by the freak lashing out.” He sighs, you so desperately wishing you could muster up the courage to look up at Eddie.

“So I lashed out on you. I regretted it immediately. I swear.” Eddie explains.

“I forgive you.”

“You do?” His voice perks up.

“Does that mean you’ll let me make it up to you?”

“Maybe.” You smile, still focusing on his hands.

“Look at me, please.” He’s basically begging at this point. When you hesitate, he reaches for your chin. Only this time you don’t stop him. You’re face to face with Eddie now. So close to him, closer than you ever been.

“Do you believe me yet that this isn’t some elaborate joke on you?” Your lost deep in his eyes, unable to to process what’s happening. When you don’t respond he closes his eyes, moving closer to you. He’s about to kiss you, your first kiss. Unsure of what to do you close your eyes too. He plants a sweet short kiss on your lips before pulling away. Your eyes still closed when he pulls away.

“Believe me now?” You nod yes unable to form any words, eyes closed. He slips a piece of paper in your back pocket, the pocket that rests on your butt.

“It’s my number. Call me tonight?” Eddie asks.

“Okay.” You smile opening your eyes, Eddie’s lets out a small laugh before leaving you alone to process what just happened.

“What the fuck?” You whisper to yourself. You reach in your pocket half expecting it to be blank or for it say that you’ve been pranked. Like this really was some elaborate joke on you.

It doesn’t say that. It is his number and his name with a little heart. It reads ‘sorry I was an asshole i promise to make it up to you’.

You smile thinking maybe it’s your turn to do something a lil reckless.

[vivalarevolution]

𝓐𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓪

Jake Sully x Na’vi Reader x Tonowari

Request: „Hi I’ve been recently reading ur work and it’s just flawless. If ur still taking requests could u plz make a Lo’ak or Jake or Tonowari or Neteyam 18+ fic where (whichever character u pick) is obsessed w reader’s breasts and breast milk and (whichever character u pick) wants to try it. Ahhhhh Ik it’s crazy , do it only if u want to. Love u‟

A/N: Request from anon, whom I thank for the kind words. Work isn’t the best but I was looking for an excuse to write something with a pregnant reader for a long time, so when I saw that the request was about topics related to this, I got really excited. 

Also seeing two dilf's I couldn't resist, I had to choose both, I hope it won't be a problem.

Remember that english is not my first language, mistakes may occur. And it's smut so minors don't interact.

The soft moans that escaped her echoed around the room.

-Tonowari - woman whimpered softly - So good - she whispered directly into his ear - I need more.

Man below her only grunted, gripping her broad hips tighter, squeezing her soft skin between his fingers, moving her body harder and firmer so that all she could do was take whatever he was giving her.

Tonowari watched her carefully, absorbing her expression that showed only pleasure and wanting. Feeling her big, swollen breasts and round belly rub against his chest involuntarily made him desire her even more.

-Just like that. You're doing so well tìyawn - he praised her, placing wet kisses on her naked neck - Use me however you want, exactly like that - he murmured into her skin, watching Jake approaching from the corner of his eye.

-Wari...ah - she sighed as he hit the special spongy spot inside her, making her stretching her body in an arc, oblivious to the other man behind her.

Only a new pair of hands bringed back her senses , even if was just a bit.

Turning her head, she looked straight into the golden irises of her beloved, who grabbed her jaw, connecting their lips in a messy ,full of dominance kiss, making her moaned loudly and moving her loins more aggressively.

-Aren't you needy, baby girl ? - he asked as he pulled away from her swollen lips, caressing her hot cheek with his thumb.

Y/n only looked at him, panting quietly. Her tongue protruded slightly, allowing drops of saliva to drip between the valley of her firm breasts.

-Oh, she is - Olo'eyktan murmured low, still pushing deep into her - Isn't it right tìyawn? You didn't even let me get up in the morning. Such a desperate little creature.

The woman whimpered, running her hands over her sweat-soaked body, closing her eyes and still moving, trying to come up with a sober enough answer, but she was too drunk with lust.

-I needed to be full - she confessed between the hiccups of moans, looking after a moment at both lovers with half-closed eyelids, almost crying - I hate feeling empty and my body was aching so much - she announced, falling on Jake's torso.

Men just glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, leading silent, wordless conversation among themselves, but Y/n was too overwhelmed by the feelings filling her to notice.

-What hurts the most, baby? - Sully asked caringly, his fingers imperceptibly gliding along her spine, right between her bum.

Instead of answering, the woman only let out a soft whine, hiding in the broad arms of the clan leader, suddenly needing the warmth he could offer but when the man's fingers behind her got dangerously close to her other hole, she was flooded with a new wave of desire. Moaning loudly, she tilted her head back, involuntarily trying to push the black-haired man's fingertips into herself.

Jake grabbed the nape of her neck, pulling her trembling body back to him.

-I'll make you so full baby girl , so full - he purred into her ear, teasing her tight ring of muscles.

Hand that had rested on her neck suddenly moved to her swollen breasts, which cried out for a little attention from both lovers. His hand movements were synchronized, each movement made at the bottom was repeated at the top and vice versa. After a while, Tonowari began to assault her sensitive nipples, feeling how with every movement of his thumb or tongue the walls of her womanhood tightened impossibly tighter on him.

Y/n felt the tension inside her grow, each next move was more brutal than the last, robbing her of her senses. All that was left was a shell filled with lust.

All her muscles let go.

Jake pushed two fingers into her other opening and pressed his palm against her flesh, while at the same time the clan chief's sucking mouth made the white fluid flow from her breasts, so sweet and eagerly awaited by hungry men.

-Oh! - young woman squealed, feeling the weight from her chest leave her, giving way to sweet pleasure.

Both men sucked hard on her nipples, growling softly under their breaths as the indescribable taste of milk hit their tongues, it was beyond addictive. Everything about it was so sinful, dirty, and obscene but so very good at the same time.

-Mmm baby girl, you taste so good - Jake murmured into her skin, his hands gliding along her spine, stopping at her firm asscheecks, which he parted.

-Such sweet dessert you are - added Tonowari, kissing the area around her breasts, yet not staying far from the source, squeezing her nipple with his fingertips, watching the ambrosia for his palate flow from her body.

Even though it was imminent, she was still half-prepared as Jake oriented his manhood in the right direction before he entered her in one firm and hard motion, filling her to the brim. Her mouth opened ,and all sorts of pleasure sounds spilled out of her throat as she felt him deep inside her, fighting with her second lover's member for space, filling her so much that pleasure started mix with pain.

Those in response began a slow and sensual rhythm with their loins, still maltreating her breasts, causing her small blackouts of consciousness.

Sounds of moans, grunts, growls,and skin-to-skin contact spread around. Lovers were drowned in each other ,feeling of pleasure has never been so great, so addictive and unethical, so...good.

-I can't...I can't - Y/n whimpered, running her fingers through the both man's hair, twining the dark strands around her fingers, tugging on them from time to time.

-You can tìyawn. I know you can - Tonowari whispered tenderly into her ear, kissing the corner of her mouth , and because of that she could have feel the taste of her milk on her tongue.

-Come on baby girl, I need to feel you cumming - Jake growled, biting her jaw lightly - I know you want it too, so give it to us. Now.

Overpowering pleasure took over their bodies. Woman's femininity trembled with the intensity of her orgasm, leaving behind a wet stain on both lovers' thighs.

Breathing heavily, the two men snuggled into her hot body, touching her sensually, rubbing her silk-soft skin. They didn't know how much time had passed, but Tonowari and Jake only recovered when the body above them began to move.

Y/n, even though exhausted, straightened up as much as her strength allowed, catching two swollen breasts in her small hands, from which white substance was still flowing, her fingers tightening on the thick flesh, making more milk flow out of it.

Her misty eyes and the hungry growl of two large men were promise. A promise so shameless and sinful that she couldn't wait to see what would happen to her.

*tìyawn - love

[shutupineedtothink]

I’m still s h o o k that people do not see exactly what’s going on with Moiraine throughout s2 and people are dragging her and dismissing her without an ounce of empathy for what she’s been through, so I’m bringing the full character analysis for y’all (and my own sanity). So this is a big ol in defense of Moiraine (and Lan) rant, so if that’s not your thing, scroll down now. Here we go.

I just… The AUDACITY some people have to look at Moiraine and be angry and pissed off at how she acts in S2. To not feel any sympathy and empathy for her and the monumental weight she’s under every goddamn day. There’s a reason we start with that bath scene in 2x01 – it shows you everything. How she’s just going through the motions. How she only lets herself cry when she’s alone in the water. How she literally curls into the fetal position and looks reproachfully devastated over her knees as she hugs them to her chest in a futile attempt at comfort. Not to mention the direct comparison/callback with the bath scene in 1x01, where she has both her power and Lan still, and now she’s lost her connection to both of them.

How is it not painfully obvious that every interaction she has after that bath scene is infused with a trauma response? Let’s tally up the devastation she’s been through. At the end of S1, she was 1. banished from the sisterhood of the white tower (they literally turned their backs on her), 2. was separated AGAIN from the love of her life fully expecting to never see her again, 3. was cut off from the other love of her life (that would be Lan, for the record) which is all the worse bc it’s her own fault for masking the bond, 4. was fully made to believe she’s been stilled from the one power aka an integral part of her being, AND 5. she’s “failed” her mission at the eye of the world – the one goal she’s had for the last 20 years, her life’s purpose – because instead of locking away the dark one she’s directly caused Rand to set Ishamael free.

You don’t think it's justified to be a little pissed off and standoffish after all of that? You don’t think the weight of that guilt, grief, pain, and loss is a reasonable cause to be distant, cold, harsh, having a little bit of a death wish? That’s TRAUMA, baby! She is absolutely wrecked, and it’s coming out in the worst way in her interactions with others (especially Lan because we’ve seen how they should be), but it’s absolutely not because she actively wants to hurt the people around her. In fact after almost every moment she lashes out at someone, we see an equally sad/grief-stricken/devastated moment from her and THAT’S the real emotion hiding underneath the anger. This woman needs therapy and understanding and patience, and does not deserve to be judged at the worst time of her life.

Ok fine, you say, but Lan IS patient and understanding with her! And she’s still an asshole to him! You’re right, Lan is absolutely trying his best and doing just about everything he can to be there for her in 2x01/2x02 (with a little help from Verin and Tomas). But 1. It’s STILL not about him, Moiraine is not obligated to respond in a certain way to her grief and pain that makes him feel better, and 2. This is Moiraine goddamn Damodred and even her trauma response is also a front to protect him, to push him away from her and what is now certainly a suicide mission to fight the dark without her powers.

This is SOOO important to really get Moiraine’s character — y’all gotta understand this: Moiraine truly loves only TWO people on the whole fucking planet: Siuan and Lan. They are also the only people who truly love her, unconditionally, with all of her flaws and imperfections. Please please ingrain that into your brain, especially for Lan, in this context. (Siuan is a whole other conversation I won’t get into at the moment.) Moiraine loves Lan, he loves her, deeply. That’s the foundation of everything they go through with each other in this season, despite what’s happening on the surface.

Once you accept that as fundamental truth, everything makes a whole lot more sense. She is a dick to him to push him away. Literally tells him he failed her to put the final nail in the coffin of driving him away, which is his worst nightmare. On the surface it seems egotistic at best, plain cruel at worst. But look underneath. Moiraine always has reasons 2, 3, 6 layers deep for everything she does.

With everyone else she’s mean to this season, namely her sister and her nephew, it’s born out of distrust (and the aforementioned trauma response). She can’t afford to trust anyone because anyone could be a dark friend. (And if they’re not a dark friend, then they become a liability and endangered.) Anything she lets slip could be used to hurt/control Rand and push them all one step closer to eternal darkness. Oh and when we see Barthanes’ true nature that turns out to be fucking justified, by the way. But I digress.

Right so why is she an asshole to Lan then? Because she doesn’t trust him? I don’t believe that for a second. These two have been on the same page, literally sharing the same headspace, for the last 20 years – she knows he’s the best person she’s ever met, the least likely to ever turn to the dark, ever. It’s an actual impossibility. So it’s not that she doesn’t trust him. She literally marvels at how courageous he must be to fight the dark with only a sword.

The true reason is: she does trust him, she does love him, and she KNOWS him. She knows that he will never leave her like this, in her darkest hour. He is both honor-bound to her (which he takes very seriously) and deeply cares for her. The problem is that now his life is in serious danger by staying with her. But there is no calmly explaining to him that he should return to the white tower for his own good and bond to another aes sedai who can actually channel, who can actually hold up her end of the partnership and protect him and heal him in return for his loyalty and sacrifice. Or better yet, find Nynaeve, who is not only ridiculously powerful and has probably the best chance of protecting him out of anyone, but who also loves him.

If Moiraine loves him and wants him safe, the ONLY option she has to protect him, the one good thing left in her life even if their bond is masked, is to drive him away. To make it so that he’ll stay far away from her of his own free will, and never come after her and her suicide mission to defeat the dark. Because she has already lost everything, she has no control over her fate anymore (if she ever had any to begin with), but the ONE thing she can still try to do is keep him safe. And hopefully, maybe he’ll be happy, one day. Her reasoning is directly confirmed for us in the last thing she says to him in 2x02 before she leaves: “Light protect you, al’Lan Mandragoran.” That was her goal all along, to protect him.

That’s the true reason she’s Like That to him. It’s all out of her love for him, and a desperate desire not to drag him down with her when she’s sure she’s destined to die on this mission. Is her strategy misguided? On the one hand yes, because she does need people to help her and she needs to trust someone, as he points out. On the other hand, she’s absolutely fucking right because look what happened with the Fade fight at the end of 2x01. Both her and Lan would have died without Verin and Tomas, and it would have been because she couldn’t channel. He is factually, logically, physically better off without her as long as she’s “stilled.”

This is why it makes sense how Lan eventually responds the way he does. He initially sees right through what she’s trying to do, he literally says he won’t let her push him away. He knows her too, better than anyone, including Siuan at this point. But he isn’t expecting her to go as far as she does, and it shakes him to his core. She tells him he failed her, has his worst fears confirmed, and then hears the words “we were never equals” and hears that she thinks she’s better than him, when she means the exact opposite. Tomas tells him to really listen but he can’t, in that moment.

But then he gets some distance, and some perspective thanks to Ihvon and Maksim, and he remembers: he loves her. He believes in her and he knows her and he knows what she’s doing to push him away (although maybe not why, when it comes to protecting him, because he doesn’t see himself as someone who needs protecting). Even better, he realizes that her situation is actually not what she thinks, that she’s shielded not stilled, and he can do something about that.

I LOVE Lan in 2x07 because he’s got Moiraine’s number now, and he will not be swayed by any further attempts (rather weak attempts at this point) to lash out at him. He just takes all the shit she throws at him, and calmly asks her what he needs to know and tells her what she needs to hear (“hopefully everything we’ve lost” and “that’s what I thought” and “you need to trust someone, Moiraine”), and is truthful with her even if she is still putting on this act with him in her fear and grief. He isn’t having any of it, he sees straight through it to the fear and pain underneath. And he literally DECIDES they are going to be okay, and then he fucking. Follows. Through.

He is not a doormat to her rage, he is not her servant, he’s not going back to her with his tail between his legs. He SHOWS UP for her in her darkest hour, when NO ONE, not even Siuan, can see what’s going on with her. That’s a true friend, a true hero, and absolute king behavior.

In conclusion, Moiraine’s behavior in s2, while not cute, is totally justified given the trauma, circumstances and everything she’s dealing with (jfc the lack of sleep alone) and makes sense in light of her ultimate goal to protect the world, which includes protecting Lan. And Lan’s response, once he figures out what to do, is the absolute correct way to handle the situation and is not weakness at all but strength in the highest order.

I’m so glad we got the payoff of all that with their conversation in 2x08 and reconnecting the bond. It was so beautiful, so earned, and reminded us of the level they’re on with each other — which is a soul connection way beyond what any of us can imagine.

[nicnacsnonsense]

Darla/Angelus/Drusilla/Spike: The Whirlwind. The Scourge of Europe. Somehow the perfect balance of terrible people and toxic dynamics to create an unhinged but stable polycule. (Stable for them, pretty de-stabilizing for the innocent populace caught in their wake)

Darla/Angelus: Unhinged murder couple. Toxic and loving every romantic minute of it

Drusilla/Spike: World class simp and his dark princess

Darla/Drusilla: Gal pals! (lesbianism)

Angelus/Spike: Family who fucking hate each other and who are also sometimes hate fucking each other

Angelus/Drusilla: Works okay in short bursts, but if it was just the two of them long term, even odds if Angelus would lose interest or his patience first. Either way, would not end well for Dru

Darla/Spike: Bit of a mystery; they don’t ever really directly interact with each other. Vibes suggest that Darla sees Spike as something of an annoying younger brother and only puts up with him because he takes care of Dru, which means there’s no reason for her to stick around if it’s just the two of them. Which is a shame because I know in my heart if we could get the two of them working as a united front, the head bitch energy would be legendary. They would serve so much cunt together.

Darla/Angelus/Drusilla: Mostly a happy throuple, but Drusilla does get neglected by the other two, hence her creation of Spike

Darla/Drusilla/Spike: Gives big mom and her two annoying little shits kids energy. Not a lot of drama (beyond normal vampire baseline) but also not a lot to keep Darla interested and around long term

Darla/Angelus/Spike: That one @/writing-prompt-s about the two destined lovers that reincarnate over and over plus this other guy who’s just sort of there

Angelus/Drusilla/Spike: Messy as fuck. Toxic, and not in a fun way this time (not for them; very fun for us watching at home). Angelus and Spike are having a pissing contest through Dru, and Dru only understands enough to egg them both on. Takes all of five seconds for Spike to go from excited to see Angelus again to “I would literally rather team up with the Slayer to save the day than spend one more second looking at your stupid massive forehead.” Darla is the glue, the linchpin holding this family together and this is the proof.

[inkdragon1900]

I’m rewatching TDP all the way up to S5’s release. So as I’m watching the credits for S2 ep 4 (because why would I skip them) this shows up.

I remember thinking this one was funny and a cute reference to The Great Gatsby when I first watched it. But since then I’ve read and watched Gatsby more times than I can count. Genuinely my favorite classic.

And it got me thinking. Why??? Why would they specifically reference this?

We all know they’ll throw in stuff in the credits we get to see or understand in the future (Ethari, Queen Aditi, etc)

So why this?

Time to combine two of my hyperfixations.

Most of this will be in reference to the 2013 adaptation of The Great Gatsby directed by Baz Luhrmann since that’s where the scene of Gatsby toasting in front of the fireworks comes from.

So how does Gatsby’s story work with Aaravos’s?

Well after mulling it over I can actually think of quite a few.

So in S2 episode 4 we get basically our first actual introduction to Aaravos sure he’s got no actual dialogue yet and we did see a flash of him in the episode prior. But this is narratively our first actual introduction.

Now interesting enough we as viewers find out we have seen him before. Multiple times with the intro we see his hands, and in the first episodes backstory we see him in the background and he’s the narrator.

So if it’s not necessarily our first introduction to Aaravos then who’s is it?

Viren.

Viren I’m going to insert in Nicks role in TGG just cause it makes sense narratively.

Now in TGG this scene:

Happens directly during Nick’s first actual interaction with Gatsby.

Now it should be mentioned this is not the first time they’ve seen each other. In fact it’s stated that Nick was being watched by his neighbor Gatsby for…idk a while.

And like Nick knew it he’d catch a glimpse of his hand in the window from time to time he just didn’t know it was Gatsby.

But anyway once again this fits with the fact we know Aaravos has been watching Viren from the other side probably the entire time.

So!!! Why does this matter.

Because in TGG no one knows shit about Gatsby. The mother fucker is elusive.

Literally at the party Nick is trying to track him down to thank him and LITERALLY no one knows what he looks like they just showed up to the party. Nick is literally the only person to have been invited because Gatsby just thought he’d show up like the rest of New York.

So while Nicks looking for Gatsby we get introduced to the most WILD theories about this man.

So anyway after getting shitface Nick and this woman Jordan (who’s a friend of his cousin Daisy) jokingly go exploring the house “looking” for Gatsby. (They’re not they’re just drunk af and having fun)

Anyways while exploring they end up in the mansion’s library. As they’re goofing around this older guy browsing the stacks starts telling them that they won’t find him and how the house and everything in it is an elaborate facade. (He’s right of course) so Jordan says she’s met him. And the guy asks them which version? The prince? The spy? The murderer? And goes on to say that he can’t find anyone who knows anything real about Mr. Gatsby.

And like if that’s not true for Aaravos, I don’t know what is.

Because all we know about Aaravos narratively has been told to us. We haven’t seen anything. Not really.

So who is he really?

Plus Gatsby’s main flaw is his attachment to the past his absolute refusal to move on.

And idk Aaravos more or less can’t actually move on since he’s imprisoned. But even narratively he stuck mentally where he was before imprisonment.

And that’s just another one of the many parallels I can draw.

Hell we don’t even get Gatsby’s backstory until the end of the movie pretty much and we barely know anything about Aaravos and we’re already headed into season 5.

Anyways I have a ton more thoughts on the comparison to Aaravos and Gatsby. I don’t want to spoil the ending of TGG for anyone who hasn’t read/watched it. GO READ OR WATCH IT. So I might eventually make a separate post.

Oh one other thing. The new money vs old money narrative in TGG could easily be reworked to fit Human’s learning magic (dark magic or not) and being born into an arcanum. And like Gatsby is new money which fits with Aaravos managing to connect to all the arcanum’s

[saddeneddimple]

—𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡, 𝐵𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🐇˚

Genre: Smut, maybe the tiniest bit of fluff (?) (this is 18+ content. Any interaction below the age will be blocked!)

Extra warning: This story contains actions that are 21+ (mentions of drinking/intoxication). Although the content is 18+, drinking for some, is not. Be responsible!!

~At a small party at your boyfriend’s place, tension grows hot and heavy between the two of you. But with others around, you both needed to find an alternative to have time with each other ♡~

Pair: Male x Afab!Reader

(No names or specific features will be mentioned for the sake of letting you imagine whoever you want it to be wink wink)

Warning(s): Smut, mentions of drinking/intoxication, sneaky/risky sex (not in public but not entirely private), oral sex (m receiving), mutual masturbation, nicknames (doll, BUNNY), mentions of being quiet/trying not to get caught, cursing, mentions of the sounds being made, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

song rec (completely optional): ⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆

The somewhat quiet music grew louder, your eyes growing heavy the more you kept drinking. At some point you stopped yourself once you reached your perfect point; good enough to chat with friends, a couple of strangers, and mainly, just have a good time with your boyfriend, who so happens to be the host.

In your giggly state, you approach him, smiling lazily. You tap his shoulder as he was just leaning against the table, phone in one hand and a cup in another. He looked at you, a soft grin forming on his face.

“You enjoying yourself, baby?” He asks.

You nod in response, following with, “Why are you just here all here and quiet on your phone?” You tilt your head a little as you’re questioning him.

“I’m not quiet! I’m just chilling on my phone right now.” he chuckled, watching his smile grow wider, showing his perfect teeth and the corner of his lips turn.

Your insides flutter with just the visual of having him in front you, smiling under the dim warm bulbs with small hues of red, blue, and purple lights swimming in the walls and ceiling from a little light projector he has set up in the living room.

He eventually puts his phone away and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer, having your back face him to lean against his warm chest. The music, sounds of laughter and chatter begin to fade when he holds you, feeling as if you two were the only ones in this made up world. Nothing else mattered. Giggling to his touch you look up at him, that contagious and addictive smile still on his face.

Starting with small pecks shared between each other, slowly graduated to lengthier, deeper kisses, nearly tasting the alcohol on each others tongues.

“You look gorgeous, you know that?” He praises in between kisses, making your already drunk-blushed cheeks burn even more. You look away, nervous at his words. But he doesn’t allow you to break contact. Softly grabbing you, he makes you face him and look directly at his gentle eyes, immediately leaving you feeling weak to your knees.

“You’re getting nervous?” The cockiness in his tone made you roll your eyes in reaction, but it still didn’t fail to have your entire body melt.

“Oh hush up don’t get cocky now.” You call out, squinting your eyes and chuckle in attempt to hide the fact that those cocky moments make you turn to putty underneath him.

“Aw, what are you gonna about it, hm? Tell me.” His hand traveled to the back of your head, fingers between the locks of hair, which made your head shift a little upward.

With the way he just knew how to make you give yourself entirely to him, leaving you speechless, allowing him to dominate the situation. He just adored the way he has you wrapped around his finger.

“You play too much.” You giggle out, your hand squishing his soft cheeks, trying to take a more playful route to hide the fact you already felt yourself pulsating by his words and darkening eyes alone.

“Do I?” A free hand moving slowly down your back, feeling his long fingers softly trail down your spine in the process. Chills were constantly running through your body to a point you twitched to his touch.

His hand lands on your ass, gripping it without breaking eye contact. Your eyes widen, not even to his touch alone but also to the fact you’re in the middle of the dining room, making everyone easily capable of seeing the two of you inches away from each other, body-to-body. With his leg snuck a little between yours, the clear tension between you followed by the touching that was so far from discreet.

“There’s people around!” You whisper yell. A little shy to the situation and the possible wandering eye catching the moment.

“And?” He shrugged his shoulders, “No one’s looking, love. Is that your concern? Don’t want ‘em to watch?” His head digs into your neck, soft plump lips against your neck that immediately meet your sweet spot.

“Don’t want to let them know that I can already feel how wet you are already?” Moving the leg he had between yours, having his thigh grind against you, making you whimper to the touch.

The moment between the two of you was interrupted by a friend of his calling out his name, wondering about his whereabouts. Separating each other, you both adjust yourselves trying to act as normal as one can be. However, the thoughts and the urge to just take him entirely possessed your mind, the wanting of him inside you turned into a need. Just the thought of every inch of him diving deeper in you made you tremble and nearly cross your legs.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” He quickly whispered in your ear, following with a teasing smack to your ass. You gasp a little at the smack. Listening to his mischievous chuckle in response as he walked to find the friend who was calling him.

Almost acting as if it were some stealthy mission and attempting make yourself as unnoticeable as possible, you make your way to the bathroom. Walking down the dark hallway you find your way to the door, turning the cold metal knob and enter the already illuminated bathroom, the brightness making you squint a little for a moment until your eyes adjusted.

Closing the door behind you, you sort of freshen yourself up, fixing your hair and even adjusting your tits acting as if it were the first time this man has seen and felt you. For a moment you were just standing there, heart racing in nervousness and excitement. The nervousness existing due to the thought of being heard or being caught. But it was quickly washed over by the excitement and even arousal to that type of risk. Impatiently waiting, to a point you start walking back and forth, you wonder what the hell was taking so long. A sigh of frustration comes out of you until you hear the knob turn, immediately looking at the door. Your boyfriend comes in, quietly closing and locking the door behind him.

“What took you so long?” You whined.

“Guy was a hell of a chatter.” He murmured as he approached you, immediately cupping your cheeks and crashed his lips against yours. Tongues already uniting, having him softly suck on it followed with a lip bite.

Small moans escape each others mouths, breathing heavily as your bodies collided, hungry for each others skin. Already wanting to taste him, you break the kiss and get down on your knees, watching him smirk to your eagerness. A smirk etched on your face alongside a small lip bite to contain the nearly overwhelming excitement. You begin to start unbuttoning his pants, nearly ripping out the damn button at first due to struggling with it, having the both of you giggle. After successfully being able to unbutton and zip down his pants, you both mutually pull it down. His erect cock popped out, you start gazing at his pink tip and seeing the small bit of wetness glimmering in the light.

“Go ahead, doll, put that mouth to good use, hm?” He grabs your hair, holding it for you.

Looking up at him, you begin by softly kissing down his shaft, licking your way back up and kissed the sticky tip. His heavy breathing turned into panting followed by soft whimpers each time your lips met his sensitive cock. Spitting on it you start playing with him, his panting quickened, needing to bite his lip in order to mute himself from how good you’re making him feel with your hand.

Watching him turn into a little mess so quickly made you weak for him, giving into him easily, so easily you just immediately started taking him as deep as you can with your mouth, softly gagging from his length and girth. The way you took him caught him so off guard he moaned almost too loud, “Fuck.”

You back up a little and start bobbing your head, using your hands to stroke what your mouth didn’t make contact with. The grip he had on your hair grows tighter as his hips slowly thrust in your mouth. But that didn’t stop you from moving yourself, occasionally taking a tiny break, jerking him off to make up for the missed time your sweet and wet mouth wasn’t providing for him.

“You’re so good, oh my god.” His head thrown back, in complete ecstasy as you kept playing with him and using your mouth on him. Slobbering his cock, as well your lips, chin, and his skin in the process.

“You’re already gonna make me cum from your mouth alone, baby.” He hisses, looking down on you as the grip on your hair gets so tight his knuckles turn white.

Cursing under his breath, his thrusting quickened, watching you take his cock, you nearly stop yourself and allow him to fuck your pretty mouth.

Eventually, he stopped himself entirely. When you were just about to continue for him, he orders, “Stop, stop. Get up.”

Getting up, his mouth once again collided against yours, his hands roaming and feeling every inch of you, his fingers gently caressing every delicate curve. Reaching the hem of your pants, his fingers snuck their way underneath, pulling some of the fabric down.

Not wanting to wait, you just do yourself the favor and help him strip down your lower half, making him chuckle in response.

“Come here.” As if you weighed nothing to him, he lifts you and ever so gently places you on the bathroom counter by the sink, his warm body pressed against yours and your hungry lips meeting his. Your hand found their way down, stroking his wet cock softly as the kisses didn’t break, making his moans land inside your mouth.

His hand as well found their way to your pulsating and soaked cunt, softly palming against you. Soft and quiet moans filled the room. The palming graduating to two fingers inside you, softly curling inside your plush walls. The way his fingers fucked you had you try so hard to mute yourself to a point you were nearly fighting yourself from getting louder.

“It’s so cute when you’re trying to keep yourself together, my love” He whispered in your ear while he pulled your body closer to his, the tip of his cock grinding softly against your folds.

“Please.” You start pleading, looking at his eyes with desperation, wanting to fulfill your longing urge to have him to yourself, to consume him entirely.

“Again.” He softly demands. All the while the tip slowly inserts inside you, then gets pulled out.

A whimpering mess you rock your hips against him, wanting more than his teases.

“Pretty please. Please, baby.” Your hands now on the back of his head, not breaking eye content.

“That’s my good girl.” He praised as he slowly inserts himself inside you, causing a loud moan to escape you.

“Shhhh.” He chuckled as he groaned quietly.

You cover your mouth, slightly embarrassed, but followed it by laughing a little, the both you laughing about it for a bit.

“I’m sorry.” You giggled out.

“Keep quiet, bunny.” He chuckled, pecking your lips all the while he was getting deeper inside you, slow thrusts in order to adjust you to his size.

Beginning to quicken the pace, you had to grab your shirt and bite into it to keep you from exposing yourself even further. Although the loud slaps of each other’s skin from his hard thrusting against your wet pussy echoing in the bathroom made it nearly pointless to hide your moans.

“I’m yours.” He whispers in your ear, lips traveling down to your neck, feeling his warm breath on your fragile skin.

Your core started turning into a knot, which made you feel so much more sensitive to his thrusting, tightening around him. The way your boyfriend already read your body, he knew you were getting close.

“You gonna cum, my bunny? Hm?” He asked while his thrusts started growing quicker in pace, having him groan in your ear.

Nodding was the only way you were able to respond to avoid becoming a loud mess.

Without much of a warning you already felt your orgasm coming, your legs shaking and body getting more sensitive.

“Look at me.” His forehead pressed against yours now. The eye contact only made you immediately start cumming all over him, your nails digging into his skin, clawing it harsher than you wanted in order to keep yourself quiet as your body was nearly convulsing.

“Fuck…oh fuck.” He moans as his thrusts turn sloppy, almost breaking eye contact but somehow maintaining it.

His eyebrows furrow while his mouth is agape, groaning a little louder than he should. He shoots his warm load inside you, thrusting slowly as he was riding his high, moaning your name under his breath. Still inside you, the both of you start giggling again, sharing soft pecks as the heavy breathing was invading the room.

>>Somewhat new setup? 👀 I tried to make the post appear less lengthy or like…large I guess. I hope it looks good!<<

>>I hope you guys enjoyed it! I plan on making diff scenarios. Maybe some fluffs or suggestive content. A little change to make it more interesting ^_^ ilysm thank you!!!<<

-Eden 🤍

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ ✦

[autistic-lalli]

I don’t know if you’ve already done it, but could you please do an analysis of the trash can scene (especially how Emil & Lalli still share dreams even after Lalli leaves his head!!!!!!!)? It’s one of my favourite scenes and I’d love to hear your take on it :)

I'd LOVE to!!!

This got. Way longer than I expected.

Since this scene comes right at the end of Adventure 1, it's in an interesting place--both as a general read and also when it comes to what I bring to it as a reader (/fan creator.) It's the denouement and also foreshadowing for what's to come at the same time.

I'm actually going to start on page 955. There's an interesting change here, did you notice it? Thought bubbles. The comic doesn't use them hardly ever; character thoughts are either expressed directly, or, if they are too internal even for that, through grumbled dialogue. But here we see Emil's thoughts, evaluating the situation and the risks of his and Lalli's only options. He looks outside (They've all gone inside the house!) and then looks at Lalli (If they hear us...)

And then he and Lalli are on the move without another word.

Lalli's time inside Emil's head is obviously key, both to them as individual characters and to their relationship. Each of them has grown and matured tremendously over the last couple of weeks, and this individual growth has allowed them to also grow closer to each other.

So what do thought bubbles tell us?

After months of being in the field, and despite still speaking two different languages, Emil and Lalli have figured each other out. They actually understand each other.

This relationship is for real.

The rest of their escape continues to highlight this, the way Emil seamlessly trusts Lalli's actions, even though he has no idea what Lalli's actually doing. The way Lalli jumps in to making sure they stay safe, because Emil's expended everything he has getting them this far. They hide (in a trash can) and the back and forth of support continues. Lalli gets dazed when they get exposed, and Emil takes out the attacking duskling in the meantime. They hide together and protect each other. They're desperate and tired but they're a team.

There's no question they're working collaboratively, for either Lalli or Emil or for us as the readers. Lalli won't ditch Emil in the depths of an Old World building, and Emil won't set of an explosion without making sure Lalli's gotten out first.

And then when they fall asleep? A classic move, if I say so myself. They're stuck waiting for it to be safe, the adrenaline is receding, and they're both exhausted.

Then... they both wake up in the same dream? Inside the trash can?

And this is one of the things I am confident we were robbed of in Adventure 2 (if not in a distant, theoretically Adventure 3.) There is a great deal of detail in this little moment, detail that has zero explanation.

Let's observe how this dream is different from any others we've seen:

It's in the present, in the dreamers' present circumstances. They're still in the trash can. They're still in their uniforms. There is no dreamspace in the typical sense.

There are also butterflies. And a bird. The butterflies glow, the bird does not.

Both Lalli and Emil are there.

The first dream in Adventure 2 suggests that the shared dreaming doesn't always happen, but does happen sometimes. Whatever happened when Lalli crawled into Emil's head, and/or the ensuing time after that, made permanent changes to the way both Lalli and Emil interact with the dreamsea.

So from this three-panel segment, we know:

There's a third space that exists for them. There's a third dreamspace for both of them. This space isn't static, and can be very present--and very unstable.

This space is subject to influence just as any mage can influence their own dreamspace. I don't think it's insignificant that, as Emil gets more worked up, more and more butterflies appear, culminating in the bird. Think about the fish and the birds in the Adventure 2 dream--Emil influences this space, whether he does it consciously or not.

Emil and Lalli are permanently tied. Whatever happened to them, their minds and their souls are permanently muddled.

I don't have a precise conclusion for this post, but thanks for sending the ask! My main writing I'm doing right now is proving to really stretch me technically, so I was jonesing for a change of pace. Feel free to send more if you've got any other thoughts or questions :)

[adamwatchesmovies]

Viral (2016)

Released only 7 years ago, the world has changed so much since Viral was made it practically feels like a period piece but that actually works in its favor.

The news is warning people of the “worm flu” as it spreads throughout the world. Caused by a parasite, those affected develop a voracious appetite before vomiting blood and collapsing from severe seizures. When the worm flu forces their town to quarantine, teenage sisters Stacey (Analeigh Tipton) and Emma (Sofia Black-D’Elia) are left alone. Their father, (Michael Kelly) was on his way to pick up their mother from the airport and the new security measures mean they have no idea when they'll be able to return.

You can see what I meant earlier about the film feeling like it comes from a different era. Viral, was made before the COVID-19 epidemic and one of its more interesting aspects is how accurately it predicted what would happen. The Drakefords have recently moved to the area. While Stacey has made plenty of friends and has a boyfriend, CJ (Colson Baker), Emma is only starting to feel at home in her new school. After the teens are left home alone and learn school is closed indefinitely, they go to a party with all of their classmates. Normally, Emma wouldn’t be interested, but Evan (Travis Tope), the handsome neighbor she’s befriended, will be there. They don’t see the imposed curfew or the government warnings as anything to take too seriously. There, a few people wear masks but most don’t and wouldn’t you know it, someone infected shows up, spreading a plague that could’ve been contained to who knows how many households. The sickness in this film is obviously more extreme and dangerous than the one we went through but several scenes in the film feel eerily familiar. Government vehicles pass through the streets, blasting warnings to everyone to stay indoors, respect the curfews and report infected individuals. When people die from the flu, everyone in the house is taken away by people in hazmat suits and their house is marked so the CDC knows how many people were taken. Food packets are distributed to each household so people don’t have to leave their homes for any reason.

Another of the film’s strengths is the relationship between the characters. Stacey and Emma feel like real sisters. The actresses have some nice little bits of dialogue to help us understand who they are even whether they’re talking about normal subjects like school and boys or they're contemplating the danger they now face. Stacey may be more outgoing, she may tease her little sister often but she’s looking out for her. The scenes of normal interactions make you understand why, when one becomes infected, the other refuses to leave her behind.

Once the worm flu comes home, some of the weaknesses in the story creep in. We're reminded that this is a horror film - not a dramatic thriller set in a frightening time - with a scare that turns out to be just a dream. Towards the end of the picture, the sisterly bond on display strains credibility. Remember, this worm flu is not like Covid-19, where it’s just infectious and potentially fatal. The disease in this movie is directly compared to Toxoplasma gondii, the parasite that removes rodents’ fear of cats. It alters the way people act and can make them murderous. When your loved one manages to escape the room you’ve locked them in, it’s not so they can hang out with their friends or go buy that cheeseburger they’ve been craving; it’s so they can kill and/or spread the parasite. If they run into a dark, abandoned house, only an insane person would follow them and that's before we see the dead bodies and the open door leading towards the dark basement. It’s the ultimate “don’t go in there!” scene. In its defense, it leads to a great, final reveal about the worm flu. Except for one scene where we get to see it take control of a hostile neighbor, the details about the parasitic worm are kept vague, which keeps it scary. That final reveal raises all sorts of questions as it makes you realize how big of a nightmare these characters are living in.

Minus a couple of moments where the characters toss away their survival skills like a dirty face mask, Viral is an enjoyable horror thriller when it's not trying too hard to go for the typical scares. I'd rate it higher if it wasn't for another movie that "predicted" the pandemic more frighteningly and accurately, Contagion. Between the two, that's the better movie. (October 29, 2024)

[ninjakittenarmy]

Was thinking about the trend of people compiling oneshots from unrelated fandoms into one published anthology labeled as a crossover and I figured like some others I’d try to explain a few things to people doing this for why this isn’t a good idea.

Putting multiple fandoms into a work gets it labeled a crossover. The expectation is that the two+ settings will be featured in one story. There’s a wide variety of types of crossover but people generally expect stuff like characters from each setting interacting, or characters from one setting being transported into another or an overarching story relevant to both worlds even if they don’t interact directly or stuff like that. It’s fairly self explanatory. If you tag with more than one fandom, that’s what people usually expect. I can think of other things that could justify it but not separate stories that are unrelated. You publish those as separate works. If you’re going to publish separate oneshots as an anthology, they best ALL be crossovers. Anything that isn’t should be published separately. Otherwise it clutters the search results and makes it harder for everyone to find what they’re actually looking for and that is only going to attract negative attention to your work as people grumble about them while scrolling past.

There’s not much benefit to publishing anthologies on AO3 to begin with. Anthologies of unrelated short stories are typically published like that for convenience for the reader and publisher. It’s far easier and cheaper to buy a whole book of short stories than to buy them as like, pamphlets. More profitable too because more people buy them as collections. That’s not relevant here since you already have a website full of search results for all of these stories. Only real reason to publish oneshots together is if there’s something tying them together. Same continuity, same theme, same scenario etc. and DEFINITELY same fandom and preferably ship(s). This sort of anthology makes sense because it’s meant to be viewed as a whole work as well as a collection.

AO3 already has a feature for putting stories into collections. Collections have their own tags for stuff common in all the stories. Title can reflect the reason they’re paired together. The stories still show up individually in the search so everyone finds the one they’re looking for without sifting through all of them but they’re still told they’re part of the collection so they’re prompted to look into it. Tutorial here.

Adding on to that, there should be a reason for these stories to be in a collection aside from the fact that you wrote them since people can just view your author page for that. People do actually click on those pretty often.

There’s no algorithm on AO3. This one you’ve probably heard shouted in bold text in large fonts often. I’m trying to keep this more calm since that can get overwhelming at times. There’s no feed on AO3, just search results, and the search results are based solely on what is entered in the field. This means that there’s no inherent benefits or drawbacks for stories of long or short lengths. This is in contrast to social media sites, a lot of search engines, and video platforms who prioritize promoting the content the company believes is most profitable for whatever reason. On say, YouTube, you see stuff like content creators combining videos that were posted in parts into longer videos because the algorithm used to favor short stuff and now favors long stuff, and that fluctuates a lot. We don’t have that on AO3 bc it doesn’t matter what becomes popular there. AO3 doesn’t make revenue off the site, it was designed not to because companies and authors have sued a lot of fic writers and sites for copyright infringement if they did. Fanfiction.net gets away with having ads so long as it’s nonprofit, but AO3 relies solely on donations because advertisers tend to demand you make sites friendlier to their brand and that’s a whole other can of worms. Point is, AO3 doesn’t care which content becomes popular, it’s just a place for it to exist at all. More or fewer tags, fandoms etc. won’t game the algorithm to promote your stuff. Only thing it changes is who’s looking for it. People who want long stuff search for higher word counts and vice versa. Without an algorithm trying to convince you to favor something, it’s a complete toss up who reads what as far as you’re concerned. Which tags you use and how many also do not boost your work’s likelihood of showing up.

[strxnger-things]

Show, don’t tell: Mike and El are not seeing eye-to-eye in S4

I’ve seen many posts about this before, but I just wanted to add my own two cents. 

On my most recent rewatch of S4, it just seemed so obvious that Mike and El are not seeing eye-to-eye with each other. 

Beyond the narrative choices made, the cinematography alone shows it to the audience in such a literal way that I can’t believe it wasn’t an intentional choice.

(Also, this reading of their scenes is irregardless of the opinion of Mike’s sexuality. Even if Mike were straight (he’s not), S4 depicts a couple who are not communicating honestly, and desperately pretending to the other that everything is okay. This season shows the audience that Mike and El are no longer compatible... if they ever were.) 

As a piece of evidence all on its own, I think it’d be easy enough to debunk Mike wearing his sunglasses as having any sort of hidden meaning: he’s on vacation, it was probably really sunny outside, so it makes sense that he put his sunglasses on, right? As a costume choice, it also completes the wacky, adorable, ‘I’m-trying-hard-to-fit-in’ vibe he has going, because he clearly thinks this is how people dress in California. 

However, not only is this not a standalone piece of evidence, it’s also curious to consider that this is the only time throughout the entire season that Mike and El share an inarguably romantic interaction, when they kiss. 

When Mike removes his sunglasses, we only get about 2-3 seconds of what appears to be open, honest interaction between them:

... before El notices the “From, Mike” on the bouquet of flowers. Later, the audience learns that El’s unhappiness with the relationship has been growing for some time, because Mike won’t tell her he loves her - even more mysteriously, he’s never even written “Love, Mike” on any of his letters he sent her. 

With both Mike and El continuing to pretend that all is fine between them, they continue to interact in a strange, phony way that feels over-the-top and false. It sort of feels like we’re watching an imitation of a romance movie airport reunion, rather than seeing any genuine emotion from both of these characters we’ve come to know (the only genuine moment we see is a glimpse of El’s disappointment and weariness when she initially reads ‘From, Mike’ again.) 

More under the cut ‘cos this is probably going to be pretty long. 

As mentioned in this post (watch the video!) Mike just... isn’t really looking at El at any point throughout the remainder of this scene. Instead, there are a lot of quick, furtive glances in her vague direction (and arguably, at Will) that indicate he’s very distracted.  Again, Mike and El are only shown making genuine eye contact for one very brief moment, right at the end of the scene when he kisses her on the forehead (and they’re still playing their Everything Is Fine And We’re So Happy game). 

Next we see Mike and El continuing their strange charade at the roller rink, and still, they’re barely making any eye contact. Not whilst on the rink, not when fetching their skates, not when they’re sat at the table. It’s all quick, emotionless, detached looks, like there’s some weird disconnect between them. 

After El’s lies of the past six months come to light, the charade of the happy couple is finally broken. After this, the camera deliberately shows Mike and El’s mutual refusal to make eye contact with the other. There’s no point in pretending anymore: things are not okay between them. 

At the beginning of the following scene, El’s back is turned. When she finally turns to face Mike so they can look each other in the eye, she’s now standing over him. There’s a visual imbalance; they’re not on the same level (literally and figuratively). 

When we finally get to see genuine eye contact between Mike and El, it’s during a scene that is directly juxtaposed with one between Mike and Will. The difference between the two scenes is stark, as has been pointed out plenty of times (special shoutout to “You never say it / I say it” and “I didn’t say it / You didn’t have to”). 

Beyond the obvious narrative choices (a fight and break up / an apology and reconciliation), we also see how Will initially has his back turned to Mike, but keeps turning to make prolonged eye contact with him. Eventually, he turns his body towards Mike, remaining at a similar eye level.

It’s this deliberate positioning that creates the emotional tension in Mike and Will’s scene: they’re eye-to-eye, on the same level, their eye contact uninterrupted for several long moments. They’re in sync with each other. They’re connected.  (Again, this reading is irregardless of Mike’s sexuality or any preferred ship. I’m just reading what the cinematography and direction is putting down. At this point in the show’s timeline, Mike and Will’s ten year long friendship is blatantly shown as the more compatible bond in comparison to Mike and El’s tumultuous and uncertain relationship.) 

After El and Mike’s fight, El is arrested. Whilst there are honest emotions displayed during the scene where she’s taken away in the police van, there’s still a visual imbalance. Mike stands at the window with the promise to fix the situation, whilst El sits detatched and weary once again, her eye contact hesitant. As the police van retreats, we see the distance physically grow between them. (I personally believe that moment was symbolic of El finally letting go of Mike in a romantic sense, but that’s not what this post is about).  The most genuine shot we get of Mike and El in this entire season is this reunion in the desert: 

In this moment, however brief, Mike and El are on the same page. The relief and love shared between the two is palpable. It’s a deliberate close up shot (just as deliberate as the blocking of Will stood on his marker in the background, but again, that’s not what this post is about). Despite their relationship issues, it’s clear that they care deeply for each other, and Mike is obviously glad to see that El is still alive after learning she was being hunted by the government. 

We get one more visual clue/costume choice that, along with the rest of what I’ve talked about in this post, could be another indication that something is still preventing Mike and El from fully seeing eye-to-eye: 

This is probably my favorite moment between the two, simply because we get to see Mike acting... well, more like himself for the first (and only) time with El this season. He’s allowing himself to be goofy. He wants things to remain light-hearted. He wants to cheer her up, and make her laugh.  However, the air isn’t fully clear between them. Things remain unspoken, unresolved. El smiles fondly, but she knows that, after their fight, it’s finally time to speak openly and honestly with each other.  The cinematography shows that they’re finally on the same level, eye-to-eye, truly looking at the other...

... only, before we get to hear what El actually wanted to discuss with Mike, we’re all interrupted by Argyle.  ^ This is the peak of Mike and El’s mutual understanding this season. 

Because after that, we’re left with the infamous monologue scene. Here, we’re shown a visual imbalance yet again. Instead of an improvement, we’re going backwards. Not only are Mike and El now on different planes of existence, El cannot even see Mike as he gives her his monologue, let alone maintain eye contact. She has her eyes shut, completely blind, trapped, and unable to respond. 

The only reaction we see are her facial expressions, which alone as a storytelling device is a deliberately ambiguous choice of the writers and directors to use. They want the audience to keep guessing how El feels about everything Mike said until the end of this narrative arc (which we’ll get to in the final season). 

To finish up, we see El and Mike sitting apart in the van. There is no interaction between them. The scene in the hospital room briefly shows El placing her head on Mike’s chest, whilst he wraps an arm around her shoulder. They’re comforting each other in their grief, which indicates they’re on good terms - however, it’s important to remember that this entire scene is more about Max’s death than anything else.  We learn through Mike and Will’s shared look that El has not opened up to anyone about restarting Max’s heart. 

We don’t get a single verbal interaction between Mike and El after the monologue, and instead we’re told that El is keeping her distance (“Did she... talk to you at all? / Not much. I mean, a little.”) Again, this is clearly a deliberate choice to keep the audience hooked until the next season. This storyline is not over. It’s one of many cliffhangers written into the show so that we all tune in to Season 5 to see what happens next.  If we pay attention to El’s behavior in the cabin at the end of the season, it’s obvious that she’s displeased with Mike and/or Will. It’s up to us as an audience to speculate why that could be, and try to fill in the gaps.  Bonus last shot:

TL;DR: M*leven is bones

[redthesizeshifter]

The Contract - Chapter 1.5

So I had to separate Chapter 1 into two parts since it was 6k words long jeezuz.

But fret not! I have here the missing part of Chapter 1! Enjoy!

In case you havent checked out Chapter 1

After the event organizers turned on the lights inside and rearranged the tables so it would resemble a restaurant again, Eliot had gone up to the frontman to tell him that they were both a couple now and that they wanted a table. The frontman nodded with a smile on his face and let them inside again. They looked around to find a table and sat down.

Eva ordered a margarita and Eliot ordered a tequila on the rocks for himself. Eva chuckled, amused.

“Straight up tequila? Wow, I didn’t know you were such an old man” She teased with a giggle as she handed the menu back to the waiter and thanked him for the order.

“You youngin´s just don’t know how to appreciate a good tequila!” He said with a gruff voice as he shook his fist in the air and leaned his head forward, emulating an old man, prompting a loud laugh from Eva as she quickly stopped it and cleared her throat. Eliot noticed that immediately and tilted his head to the side.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Eva said, trying to evade the question.

“You laughed and you stopped yourself, I like your laugh.”

“Ugh, no, no one likes my laugh, it's hideous, loud, and obnoxious.”

“Are you kidding? I laugh like that all the time, don’t feel like you need to hide yourself from me, okay?”

Eva had been looking away, evading his gaze until he mentioned not hiding from him which made her turn slowly, looking directly into his eyes. She slowly smiled sweetly her hand in front of her mouth as her eyes fluttered slightly at him. Her cheeks slowly lifted, slightly squishing her eyes as she nodded slightly.

“That’s grand coming from someone who hasn’t told me their name or is it Rudolph? Hiding your name from me is rude.”

Eliot blushed deeply. He forgot to tell her his name?! What was wrong with him?!

“OH! AH! Sorry, I thought I did tell you my name! Gah… The name is Eliot. Eliot Martinez”

He extended a hand towards her as he does usually at work to his clients. He realized that was a bit dumb as he began to take his hand back until he felt her fingers wrap around his hand as Eva had reached over to take his hand and shake it.

“Eva Morrison. One and only.”

His chest did the thing again. A smile slowly revealed itself on his face as he shook her hand confidently.

“Pleasure to meet you, Eva Morrison. Lore-keeper of the books of Tolkien”

He added as he pulled her hand over to him and kissed the top of it before letting it go.

“Oh? We are giving each other titles now?” She said keeping the smile that Eliot had brought out in her as the drinks were left on the table. Both their eyes didn’t look at the drinks. Their eyes were transfixed on each other´s. An intimate connection slowly being woven. Their banter, their interactions, their attraction to each other´s bodies, the fluttering of their hearts on their chests, they were enjoying each other´s company and they both loved it. They lifted their drinks with a small cheer and drank their respective drinks. Eva began to down the drink bit by bit as she kept her gaze on Eliot. Eliot did the same, downing the tequila straight.

One thing that they had both also established is that they were competitive and wouldn’t back down without a fight. As the last of their drinks was drank and both cups hit the table, their smiles intensified as Eva shook off the alcohol from her system and leaned closer to Eliot to say teasingly:

“Now. Question time, I want my 20 bucks.”

“You’re on, aut”

…

Both of their laughs could be heard echoing inside the restaurant and even outside as they got to their sixth drink, their minds dispersed, and their words slurred as they continued to talk. They had been asking questions to each other about Lord of the Rings but suddenly Eliot began asking questions that related more to Eva while she returned the favor.

“What is your body count?” Eliot had asked

“What a forward old man you are! How could you ask-? Five.” She said at first sounding offended and then uninterested as she drank her sixth margarita.

“5? Hmm, interesting. I just wanted to ask, now ask me. Ask me anything!” He said as he drunkenly leaned back on his seat.

“What is YOUR body count Mr. I-get-all-the-bitches?” She asked him with malice as she eyed him quizzically.

“Hmm… one”

“ONE!? NO SHOT!” She had said a bit too loudly, some of the people at the place looked at her a bit weirdly but carried on their night. Eliot covered his face with his hand embarrassed of his answer as he looked away with a goofy smile on his face.

Eva loved talking to him, especially to tease him, she felt a sense of security and familiarity with him. She had loved asking questions, getting to know him, and seeing him blush, smile, and get embarrassed, he was cute. Really cute. A wicked idea sneaked into her mind, the same one she tried when she asked the last question at the blind date event. It didn’t work at that point but now, she would make sure it does. Her heel lifted and the front of her other shoe pressed down on the back of it, her socked foot slowly and seductively sliding out of the shoe.

She felt her brain warn her not to do this in public, that this was inappropriate, but she didn’t care. It was so fun to see him blush and squirm slightly. She found a lot of pleasure seeing Eliot squirm under her, almost like she was seeing a tiny bug writhe under her, but the bug could speak and also looked human, and also looked like Eliot. A tiny Eliot. That idea would be so cute to see. She lifted her leg and put her foot above his thigh under the table. Eliot yelped in response, a visible deep red invading his face instantly as he looked at Eva with an adorable expression. Eva loved watching him squirm under her, he was so precious when he got flustered, her eyes locked onto him as she saw the panic across his face, probably from him being flustered to oblivion and back. She chuckled lightly and pondered on the question that she had asked until the words slurred out of her mouth, the alcohol invading her judgment to not be so forward, but she just found him incredibly attractive and craved more.

“Want that body count to go up?” she mouthed over to him

She could’ve sworn he shifted downwards on his chair, right as she said that. Her foot pressed playfully onto his thigh and climbed up slowly as a gentle chuckle escaped her mouth, massaging it slightly. She was going to bring this guy to her apartment, whether he wanted to or not.

…

DON’T SHRINK DON’T SHRINKDONTSHRINKDONTSHR-

His mind raced a million per hour, his drunkenness did NOT help him control his senses and size. Her foot was now slowly massaging his crotch teasingly, causing his already pulsating cock to react happily against the sole of his attacker. She did want to tease the hell out of him! He tried to make a snarky remark, but his words were stuck at the bottom of his throat. On queue he felt himself slowly dwindle smaller, centimeter by centimeter he felt himself go down in size. Shit! How much height did he lose up until now? 5 full inches from what he counted. He had to accept her deal for now, so they could at least go to a more private area.

Although this was more for convenience to get out of there, he also deeply desired to have her tower over him, to step on his tiny form as she stared seductively down at him.

His drunken imagination wandered, he imagined how he would slowly shrink in front of her naked form, taking in the size he was losing and letting her chuckle at his slow shrinking until he was but an inch tall to her. He looked up at her from between her feet as she lifted her foot and knocked him back with it, laughing above him seductively, his face lit up badly.

Snap out of it!

He desired it more than anything but couldn’t bring himself to trust this human. What if she couldn’t be trusted? What if this was too good to be true? Maybe he should get back home on his own and not think about this anymore.

His throat slowly began to untie itself as his hands lifted her foot off his crotch to make a statement firmly. He was going to tell her that he had had an amazing night and that it had been fun, but he needed to go back home. He took in air and looked at the confused expression on Eva´s face as he put down her foot.

“W-Where do you live, hun?”

Huh? That was not what he was going to say.

…

In the cold air of the night, the two lovebirds walked towards Eva´s apartment. Or more likely they stumbled towards Eva´s apartment. She was trying to balance herself on the cracks of the street as Eliot carried his suitcase and Eva´s bag, watching her, amused at her drunken behavior. Not that he wasn’t drunk, he felt plastered, but Eva was acting so adorably that he couldn’t help but chuckle sometimes which would prompt her to turn her full body around and reply with a drunken:

“HUH? Whatcha lookin' at, Rudolph?”

“Oh nothing, you’re just acting so cute” He would tease as she would frown at him and turn away, a small blush forming on her face. Eliot felt this was a slight revenge for her teasing. But what had happened? He wanted to respectfully deny her invitation. Why did he say yes?! Any other interaction with her like the ones at the restaurant would probably send him straight to microscopic size! Not that he had ever reached that height but still, drunk, in love, and horny was not a great combination in any case.

Eva began singing a song as she waddled forward on the sidewalk.

“Would you take the wheel,

If I lose control?

If am lying here,

Would you take me home?

Could you take care

Of a broken soul?”

Eliot recognized that song. It was the one that was playing at the restaurant before they left. Eva had made the off comment about how the song was so powerful to her and how she loved it. She then hopped over to Eliot and held onto his arm affectionately as she snuggled it. Eliot smiled up slightly at the drunken Eva… wait, up? Right, he had lost a couple of inches… how many? He had been slightly taller than her but now he was looking up at her slightly. He honestly lost count, but he just needed to not lose control again, easy right? He held one of her hands onto his and sweetly planted a kiss on her forehead. Eva stopped in her tracks and looked at him with a surprised expression, a small blush slowly began forming onto it. Eliot laughed loudly, amused at the sight, oh how the mighty have fallen.

“You got so flustered! Not so funny when you´re the one being teas-”

Eva slowly leaned in closer to his face. The puff of smoke touched his nose and lips as she neared closer. Eliot´s chest swelled with excitement and fear, warming it up slightly. Their faces neared closer and closer as their lips slightly touched. As if they had felt a jolt of electricity they immediately backed away for a second as if not entirely sure if to continue or not. Eliot´s heart pounded in his ears, the blood rushed through his body and that feeling he had felt when he saw her outside the restaurant for the second time came back to him, the warm feeling he felt on his abdomen. He wanted her. He needed her. Life would be impossible to live with a woman like her. Their chemistry is blatantly obvious and their likes are also obviously similar.

He felt his worries flood into his mind suddenly. She might find out about you. She might exploit your ability. She will leave you in the morning anyway. He backed away a bit further before suddenly feeling a hand envelop the back of his head the slim fingers going through his hair and scratching his scalp slightly. A shiver went down his back.

“Kiss me, you idiot” Eva would say before she pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Ecstasy.

The world around him became alive, the noises surrounding them became livelier, his body heat skyrocketing, his thoughts blank. He returned the kiss passionately, he didn´t care about his size or her seeing him small. He really didn´t care, let her take everything. Let her take his pain, his feelings, his size, his secrets, everything. This woman had been a delight to meet and talk to for the past few hours and he liked everything about her, her body, her personality, her interactions with him, and her competitiveness. He craved nothing more to be with her and to have her looming above him, whispering sweet things into his ear.

He had only talked to her for a few hours, and they had connected better than with any person he had been with. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed herself against him, her waist pressing against his, her kisses were lustful but there was also something else to them. In a way, he sensed she felt the same way about him. That word that had lingered in his mind before came back. He didn’t want to say the word, but that’s exactly what he felt for her at that moment. He felt like he could linger in this moment forever, kissing the woman he liked in a passionate and loving kiss that could last for eons.

All that was left was just to let himself go. He felt the warmth in his abdomen take over his whole body. Before he realized what he had done he was already falling through the cold air of the night. Shrunken.

[asachuu]

(2/10)

Part 1: is there a “perfect” ship?

[List of all parts]

To truly get to the bottom of everything in a sufficient manner, I have to start from the absolute beginning, a bit further from highly specific pairings for the time being.

This is a question you might ask yourself upon simply thinking about this topic and subsequently the BSD fandom as a whole, though it is not limited to any particular piece of media at all. I will give you a short answer: no. In fact, most of the time, you could find criticisms in any ship if you tried, and many of those could be completely reasonable.

Now then, if that’s the case, why have I chosen to point Rimlaine out as a topic of discussion? The answer will be much, much longer than a single word, and you might be surprised to find out that my personal interests in the subject aren’t the only reason, although it goes without saying I certainly know a bit more in this area than other parts of BSD-related content.

For me, the distinction between something I would overlook and something I would rather speak out against is entirely dependent on two factors— the actions of any characters involved in a ship, both when they’re together and standalone, and their canonical interactions. There will almost never be a pairing free of anything we would deem at least slightly unhealthy or simply a bad sign, action or behavior if applied to the real world, especially in media such as Bungou Stray Dogs, the main focus of which is most certainly not on depicting a tale of some pure, untainted romance. However, even so, a vast majority of ships will not be directly labeled as “unhealthy”, no matter who you ask. Whilst I do not speak for everyone here, if someone were to have me explain my own reasoning behind it, it would be the aforementioned— the way the characters spend time with each other throughout the story and the actions they carry out. There is a vast difference between two or more people talking to each other in front of the reader’s eyes, knowing from their words and behaviors they do not mean genuine harm to the other(s) nor is some greater issue at play, and in Rimlaine’s particular case, two people who could only possibly reconcile on shaky terms after one of them had died. Even here, I should be using the word “reconcile” in heavy quotation marks, but I will elaborate on all this later on.

I will provide an example, which, albeit heavily outdated at the time of posting this, will still help me envision this better in one way or another. I’m sure anyone who has joined the BSD fandom has heard of Soukoku— a pairing between Dazai and Chuuya. I would say it’s the most popular ship of the fandom, hence why I’m choosing it in case less involved readers may be here, but I have seen it receive some criticisms over time too. Now, let’s take a look at those for a little while, shall we?

(Important note for the next part: I personally don’t ship SKK and am not trying to “defend” it because of my own personal enjoyment, nor do I believe it’s anyhow healthy myself. Due to this, the following section is NOT going to be taking anything beyond manga chapter 65 into consideration, as the claims originated many years before it, and I would have to make a separate essay if I were to truly shine the spotlight on today’s SKK from my point of view. The main reason I have chosen this very shaky example is listed above— its popularity making it easy to see even without much involvement, and there was a point in time during which it would have made for the best choice to mention, that to which I’m returning for a handful of paragraphs.)

One specific claim I have seen go around a long time ago, far before Stormbringer had even been announced, was that this particular ship isn’t healthy due to Dazai leaving/abandoning the Port Mafia, which could have potentially worsened Chuuya’s mental state after everything that has happened to him in the events of Fifteen (and subsequently the following novel as well, yet that one didn’t exist here), and additionally their current situation being nothing but constant “rudeness” to each other. If you’re someone who has heard me talk about the entire topic of fictional ships before, you may think this is pretty much the reason I claim Rimlaine to be unhealthy. To an extent, it is somewhat true, but once again— there is a vast difference, one that does not require me to go into details about both ships’ situations. Dazai and Chuuya, even back then, were seen to interact in canonical events again, long since that has happened. While I do have a lot of reservations towards them today, especially in light of more recent manga chapters/story developments, I’ve always had at least some of those, but they still had one thing Rimlaine did not— the actual ability to speak to each other in the story again. Seeing as this was circulating around far over three years ago, it was also at a time this was all we had, but back then, we saw that the pair was able to work with one another from the time they spent together without any heavy, deeper issues, and this canonical time between them showed us more than any speculation actually did.

Now, a sliver of my personal opinion is that I see nothing healthy between two characters who constantly go on about how much they hate each other regardless of how genuine it is and how many times they are shown to supposedly “care”, with the majority of their onscreen appearances together being argument after argument, no matter how humorous it may appear to a certain audience— however, I am only mentioning this on a side note as it’s not something that seems almost hidden in the public eye, it’s practically the very core of the SKK dynamic, and due to how extremely obvious it is, there would be no merit in me attempting to highlight those actions themselves. Even so, this brings me to another point, which I believe explains why I’m using a ship with interactions like that as an example of something that differs from Rimlaine, and why I cannot take as much issue with it despite my own thoughts on it.

This is an aspect related to not only these two ships, but also any other works of fiction, which I do feel is a little bit harder to explain in words and could cause quite a lot of disagreement as is, however it is something which goes without saying for the vast majority of people who engage in such content at the same time. This being what we view as “wrong”, and from that point, what I meant by “deeper issues” above.

For many people, perhaps even yourself, it’s not a dealbreaker to see violence in fiction, whether that be movies, books, shows, etc. Now, I am not qualified to claim this as anything beyond personal speculation, given I am in no way a psychology major or anything of the sort, but I do believe it’s because we already know it’s absolutely wrong from our entire lives, which is a lot more emphasized upon. None of us would ever condone the actions of these characters, but seeing as they’re not real and their worlds or lives usually operate under much different, often highly unrealistic circumstances, that fact simply goes without saying and we are still able to appreciate their individual selves— additionally, we will not be the ones to go and carry out the same things as them for a multitude of reasons, be it basic morality, lack of any realistic circumstance in which it would ever be justified or expected, and so on. If that sounds rather strange to you when I put it in such a way, ask yourself this: how many people have you seen enjoy a character such as Dazai or Chuuya, respectively? Now, with that amount in mind, how many of those people explicitly talk about not supporting their actions whatsoever each time they make a post about them? The amount is significantly smaller, right? It’s not because they don’t think those actions would be wrong in our world or they’re outright excusing them, it’s because it’s already established from the place of common sense, and due to the characters’ fictional nature, there are many other interesting things to focus on rather than their crimes and transgressions, which are also often a part, if not the full narrative of the given story, being fully guaranteed to be a feature of their lives from the start. This, however, gets far more complicated in other issues, which will be relevant down the line.

Just as with everything in the world, there are some instances which are deemed more “controversial”. As many will have vastly different opinions on where to draw the line, myself included, with this point being an extremely nuanced one that is simply impossible to properly condense, the following is my shortened perspective only.

Nevertheless, the term I used can apply to far more subtle things which many may not even notice the first time, but they mainly come in the form of content which perpetuates already prevalent harmful thoughts or behavior that is not deemed “straightforward” or “significant enough” by quite a large number of people. I’m positive many folks have seen such things centered around social issues online, for example, and I’m sure almost everyone has encountered it in some way, shape or form, be they aware of it or not. Even if my next words will sound quite far-fetched on paper, I assure you, it’s not something uncommon amongst fandoms of any kind— I assume you’ll certainly be more inclined to like a fictional character who has committed a lot of violence and criminal activity over a character who, let’s say, would be actively bigoted and/or predatory, with those just being two selected examples. I see this in many fandoms which feature both character types at once, and one always has a significantly larger fanbase than the other. Why is it so? Because, while the former lies within all the reasons stated above, the latter is something which, to many of us, seems entirely wrong for obvious reasons too, yet many people engage in and firmly believe they’re correct and in the right, even receiving support and zero consequences or proper attention far more often than the former— not to mention the large groups of victims with personal experience revolving around such behavior, of which many are taken far less seriously than ones of the former kind. If a perpetrator, or anyone else who might happen to be completely uninformed about whatever type of content is being showcased, is exposed to such things which aren’t painted in any explicitly negative light in the media itself, it may create or reinforce particular views in them, depending on what it is, and on the other side, if it’s the victims themselves or any other person who happens to understand the harm of such issues, many will most likely either not wish to be reminded of their experiences or simply like a character who is in any way linked to them, especially if there is no repercussion for them.

This point, however, doesn’t only revolve around issues of in/direct harm caused to people or various types of prejudice, as one may think. It also encompasses and shapes what others view as “normal” and “acceptable”, which extends to personal dynamics and relationships between people, too. This may look like a very obvious concept already, but for the sake of this essay, I will use another example to fully get this thought across. Let’s say you grew up surrounded by media concerning relationships in which one partner is constantly belittling the other. In every such instance, it is depicted as entirely normal and “the way things are”, not even people around you have much to say about it. You’ll very likely get used to it, begin thinking that’s the way it is for everybody, and if you do wish to pursue a relationship in the future, you might end up in a similar situation. Due to the influence all that media had on you with nobody to truly deny it or go against it, there is quite a high chance you’ll simply believe this is what everyone goes through and the way it’ll always be. You might not even begin to think that something may be wrong with it, even if it potentially makes you feel unhappy, unsafe and whatnot— after all, this is what has been presented to you so many times. If you do realize it, however, there is also a chance you’ll be an outlier amongst many people who will not treat your concerns with any amount of seriousness, having also been exposed to the same things and arriving at a much different conclusion, no matter if they’re personally satisfied with it or not. To some, this concept of influence seems apparent from the start, yet we cannot deny that there are many who would disagree entirely, precisely due to things like this.

On a side note, I must add that this does not mean one cannot create explicit content about unhealthy, violent or otherwise harmful, triggering and provocative matters, and if we are to look at another side of it, a lot of it can even bring awareness to these issues instead of promoting them or normalizing them. Most of it comes down to how it’s portrayed, if anything is said about it by the creators themselves and how they view their creations, but also the thoughts and takeaways of the viewers themselves— those will naturally never be a single monolith, yet if only a small minority come out of your work thinking the content was about anything I listed above, not acceptable, everyday things that one can easily overlook, perhaps this work should be assessed once more.

Anyhow, this brings me back to the “deeper issues” phrase I have used before. In the case of Soukoku, not only are they not meant to be portrayed as any kind of romantic relationship in canonical events at the time of me writing this, but their arguments and violence are both heavily out in the open for anyone to see and understand that this is not supposed to be a depiction of a healthy friendship/partnership at all, yet simultaneously leaning more into the fictional, chaotic and dramatized aspect of things that leads many to believe this is simply not how it should look in real life— but this is not real life, it’s fiction, and additionally, neither of the two characters seem affected by it on a level that would start raising many questions about whether it is acceptable to show support for, or what such a thing implies.

As for Rimlaine, however…that’s a much different story, one which requires its own set of details.

[Part 2]

[amagicdoctor]

(I don’t know a whole deal about Destiny’s relationship with Rogue/Kurt)

Okay I can actually answer this one!

Destiny is Rogue's other adoptive mother and has raised her for just as long as Mystique did until her death: She's the reason Rogue was even found and adopted by Mystique in the first place as she can predict where and when specific mutants would be at. As such, she considers Rogue as much of her daughter as if they were blood, to the point of having her part of her will, inheriting both her future diaries and an island from her. Not only that but Destiny went above and beyond looking out for Rogue by predicting her demise years before she herself died and finding THE solution across many timelines that would've kept her alive even if it was at the cost of worsening Rogue's relationship with Mystique with the first nearly killing the latter (Messiah Complex). She predicted the fall of the X-Men in the 80's and was only ever worried about Rogue's possible death, no one else's.

Destiny couldn't give less of a crap about Nightcrawler if she wanted to. I mean this in every way, shape or form. Even if she had raised him alongside Mystique like she did with Rogue, she wouldn't care if he were to die or try preventing that outcome. I am not exaggerating, there was a What-if comic book called "Children in the attic" about Nightcrawler and Rogue being raised together by Destiny and Mystique and it ended with Nightcrawler dying pathetically for the stupidest, most preventable reason imaginable, something Destiny saw coming from the start yet did nothing as a member of her family to stop it. When Nightcrawler first died in 616, the only precog who somewhat predicted his demise was Blindfold, as Destiny never even mentioning either his death or return to life in her diaries seeing how Mystique didn't expect either of those things happening to Kurt. Destiny used her powers to recruit the Brotherhood members but never considered recruiting Nightcrawler back he was alone, on the run, hated by humanity and in grave danger before Professor X came into the scene. Prior to Krakoa, so before 2019, her interactions with him were very few and she never actually directly addressed his person, it was more of her addressing the X-Men team in general.

Oh my God, thank you for this summary! I'm learning about Destiny for the first time in this Krakoa era and she seems really cool!! (It actually got really insane in SOS but she was great in that too)

Crazy as hell though she would match Mystique's energy for Kurt, they really are made for each other 🤪

[thestrangestthlng]

Okay… what the actual fuck is this tweet?

What the fuck does Eddie’s mental health have to do with Buck’s happiness in his relationships?

For the love of everything that is or may be holy, take off your fanon blinders. What the fuck does him being misogynistic have to do with Buck?

Buck and Eddie exist apart from each other - mostly apart. Even in season seven you see the shuttle shift away from interpersonal storylines with them outside of Christopher and Buck’s coming out.

All that being said, the tweet is a jumble of letters thrown together to make words that were also tossed together to make a fuckery salad.

I have news for you, shipper friend, you are going to be sorely mistaken and extremely upset I fear.

If you were actually looking at them as individuals, as people, as characters representative of actual living, human beings in similar situations, the only one that can help Eddie and pull him off of his own hamster wheel - is himself.

It quite literally makes no different who Buck is dating, if Buck is dating, or if Buck were to fuck right off the show: ONLY EDDIE CAN HEAL EDDIE.

(And is should do without saying that regardless of how intensely you feel about any characters or pairings (canon or canon) all of those big feelings need to stay within fandom spaces. You should only be interacting with cast/crew/official media accounts positively. If you wouldn’t say it to their face, don’t say it to your keyboard. And if it could be considered a crime - shit even a grey area, don’t say it at all. Most importantly, you can dislike a character and an arc til the cows come home, but you don’t take that out on the actor(s) and especially not their families. If you don’t know them well enough to actually talk about your problem with them to them directly, you don’t know them well enough to bitch to their family about it.)

23 days left yall. We got this.

fyi eddie is not buck’s responsibility. if the only reason you’re shipping them, demanding them be endgame + harassing cast, crew and any fan for simply liking bucktommy, is because you think like this then i fear you have entirely lost the plot ⬇️

[dollwritesarchive]

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝑒 ⎹ 𝓣.𝓘.

❝ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⤻ jujutsu kaisen / @dollsanime-library

❝ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ⤻ toge inumaki x geto’s protege!reader ( f )

❝ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⤻ nsfw! none of my writings are meant for anyone under the age of 18, and any minors interacting will be blocked on site.

❝ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ⤻ semi dark fic. you are responsible for your own media consumption. dub con ( unconscious people cannot consent ), somnophilia, groping, assisted!masturbation ( him ), fingering, needy!toge

❝ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⤻ 2.7k / mini musing

❝ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ⤻ i do not consent to having my work reposted / translated / stolen in any capacity for any reason. please reblog & leave a comment to support content creators! my work is very rarely proof read so mistakes may be present. all characters / pairings i write for are 18+ with no exceptions. enjoy!

you’d heard the zipper, felt the shift of his feet directly behind you, and you’d spun around, eyes narrowed, daggers in both hands jutting for him. but you hadn’t expected his fists to grab your wrists, halting the sharpened blades mere inches from his exposed throat. or, perhaps, you hadn’t anticipated how strong he was. after all, it had been years since you and Toge sparred. had you forgotten, or had he gotten stronger?

your brows knit together, digging your boots into the dirt, pushing against him. his violet gaze pours into yours, begging you to stop. he didn’t have to say it; you could read it on his countenance. “Gonna hurt me, Toge?” you ask, gritting your teeth. his grip is tight around your wrists, but not tight enough to make you wince. you were straining, trying to break through the barrier of his strength and drive those cursed daggers into him. “I’m not going to stop,” you bark. not that you could, even if you wanted to. you can still hear Geto’s last words before he sent you into the forest in pursuit of Sukuna’s vessel. succeed, or die trying. if you come back empty handed, I’ll kill you myself. and then, he’d kissed your forehead like a proud father, and hurried you inside. “Not unless you kill me!” you ease up just a bit, only to double down, hoping the abrupt push of energy could force his guard down.

Toge’s lips are parted, but he’s hesitating. there’s a part of you, deep down, that wished he would just do it.

“Say it!” you screamed, pushing again. the blades graze his naked throat, drawing a single ruby each to the surface. “Break my arms! Send me deep into the bottom of the river! If you want to stop me, you’re going to have to kill—“

❝ Sleep. ❞

your eyes widen as the command registers; you’d never been on the receiving end of his technique, and yet? yet, you didn’t imagine it would feel like this. trying to fight the sudden drowsiness that overtakes you is fruitless, and you have the overwhelming urge to simply give in to it. you don’t want to beat it, you just need to rest. your eyelids weigh a thousand pounds each, and the daggers slip from your limp fingers and hit the solid ground with twin thuds. next to give in are your knees, buckling as you sag forward with naught to say but a puff of air hitting his cheek as the world around you bleeds into an abysmal dark.

Toge lurches forward to close the distance before you fall and hooks both arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight, protective hug. it’d been something he’s always wanted to do, but it felt strange right now. wrong. you were limp in his arms, feet turned in and dragging against the ground, your head lolling to one side. he frowns, easing you down to lay you on your back. once squatting beside you, he sighs, and looks around. the others would probably need his help.

so, why couldn’t he leave you there?

he told himself it was because there were too many curses on the loose, and leaving anyone unconscious would make him a villain, but deep down he knew that wasn’t why. and his violet eyes didn’t dart the circumference of the tree line to ensure that none would sneak up on the two of you. they did so to confirm that there were no witnesses— that you and him were completely alone.

he slumps on to his knees, and admires your countenance, his fingertips brushing back the hair that threatened to obstruct his view of it. he’d always found you so fetching— the softness of your features, your lashes that fanned out against your skin when your eyes were closed, the dip of your nose, the supple flesh of your cheeks, the curve of your lips…

Toge realizes he’s breathless, staring at your mouth. so many times you’d fixed those tiers to swear at him, to threaten him, and they would turn down in a tight-lipped frown when you were frustrated that you couldn’t beat him. but there was something more— times Toge could remember where those lovely lips tickled your cheeks, pulling upwards when he used to make you laugh so hard your eyes would water, or every time you crooned to him, “Inumaki-Senpai~!” and he lost his train of thought every. single. time. you always had that effect on him— you made it impossible for him to focus on anything else but you, even right now. his digits delve downwards, tracing your cheek until they careen over the edge of your jaw and finally reach your lips. he traces them, slowly, and stares, shoulders bunching up when he leans closer.

what was he doing?

his heart was racing, breath shaky on your lips as he inches closer.

Do you know how long I’ve wanted to be this close to you?

he wished he could say it out loud, but he supposed it didn’t matter; you weren’t awake to hear it. pressing his forehead to yours, he closes his eyes and inhales your closeness, the smell of you

If you were awake, would you want me to be this close?

his eyelids flutter when they part, staring at your closed ones. his lips were trembling, ghosting over yours when they do.

Would you tell me to stop, or would you… ask me to kiss you?

he’d always wanted to, and maybe he had the chance on more than one occasion before you disappeared. maybe there had been a handful of times that he considered grabbing you by the shoulders, and kissing you with so much passion it would make the pair of you dizzy, but when you looked at him, eyes twinkling, he always lost his nerve.

now, however, it was almost as if he couldn’t stop himself from closing what little distance there was between your slightly parted lips and his. his hand glides down to hold your jaw steady, his other hand planted in the dirt beside your head. he needs to taste you so badly it’s causing knots in his stomach, and so the first real union of your lips is unceremonious. he simply presses his to yours, his eyes shut tight. it isn’t how he wanted it to be; you weren’t conscious to kiss him back, you wouldn’t throw your arms around his neck and pull him closer or smile against his lips— but he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss; prying your lips further apart to shove his tongue inside, breathing hot puffs of air into your mouth as he shifts on his knees to get closer.

I’ve always wanted this.

I’ve always wanted you.

your taste was so addicting and Toge hated himself for getting lost in it. panting as he kissed you, his palm drops to rest against the top of your chest, feeling your heartbeat underneath it. he’d wished it would pound as hard as his was. instead, it was thumping steadily, evenly. he knew that he shouldn’t, but it was almost as if his hand moved downward of its own volition, acting out his deepest desire before he could stop it— he grabs a fist full of your breast through your uniform top and whines when he feels the mound give, squish against his palm. you were so fucking soft, just like he always imagined you would be.

Closer.

More.

he needed to feel your skin against his, and the hand steadying your face drops to join the other in gripping the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards, panting into your mouth and kissing you more fervently. your bra is forced up along with the ruched fabric, bunched up under your chin. breasts jiggling from his roughness now that they’re free, he sucks on your tongue, both palms kneading your chest. he wanted to grind into you, the sensation of your silken flesh against his hands for the first time hardening his manhood against his thigh, but he was in the wrong position for that. he grunts, instead, shifting on his knees to get as close to you as possible.

I wish you could feel me, too. I want you to feel me.

Toge’s mouth travels down, past your sagging couplet, and over your chin. his breath is raspy and desperate when he latches on to your throat. his teeth and lips create a seal, and he suckles on your skin until he draws it up into a thick welt, the shape of his teeth wet with saliva when he moves to another, fresh section of flesh to do the same. but he’s not uniform— he’s too hasty, too needy, and the marks are scattered. he wasn’t thinking clearly; not about what you might think happened when you finally woke up to find your neck and chest littered with lovebites. he didn’t care if you knew it was him, not right now. his open mouth drags the edge of his teeth over the pleats in your shirt and bra, inhaling the smell of your perfume that clings to the fabric until they reach your breasts. his hands are reluctant to let go, but his lips are too greedy, and nudge them away, one falling to grab your wrist, whilst the other delves deep beneath the waistband of your shorts to press his first, two fingers against the cotton of your panties.

I need you to touch…

he brings your hand up, shoving it into his own waistband, shaping your delicate fingers around the shape of his hard on. he swoons; his knees would buckle if they weren’t already dug into the dirt. holding your fist together, steady at the base of his cock, Toge rocks his hips, falling into a greedy rhythm of fucking your hand.

Your hands are the softest. Touch me. Yes… Yes… Yes!

his teeth clamp down on your nipple, sucking to muffle his own pathetic moans, and the fingers between your legs rub the ever growing damp patch in your panties hard enough to coax a gurgled moan from your swollen lips. your lids contain your rolling eyes, his command too strong to allow you to wake up just yet, even with his uncouth treatment. still, your muscles jump, back trying to arch. Toge keeps his eyes trained on your face, even though they demand to close. it feels so good, but he wants to watch you.

You’re so… wet… fuck, I can’t stop… I need more!

digits curling around your panties, he jerks them to one side, stuffing his fingers all-too greedy inside. he wasn’t expecting the way your walls greeted his invasion, spasming around his fingers, clenching them tight, and he moans out loud, unable to muffle himself, tongue dragging along your engorged nipple.

It’s tight. It’s so damn tight!

you felt like a virgin, and there was something about the idea of being the first man to feel you like this sent him spiraling. he’d always fantasized about this— touching you in ways that no one else could. his hips buck violently, fucking your fist, longing to feel the squeeze of your cunt stretched over his cock instead of just his fingers. those digits curl, the lithe and searching for that sweet spot, pumping deep into you; if he could only think, maybe he’d try to be gentler, knowing that you might be sore when you finally woke, but his mind was a clean slate. you shift against his movements, pulsing around his fingers, and he knows he’s found it.

I need to see you cum. Need you to… before… before I…

but Toge couldn’t slow his pistoning hips, he couldn’t take the softness of your warm palm kissing every inch of his veiny girth, the tip already oozing sticky precum on to your fingers. his mouth searches, frantically, for yours, and his lips devour them. inaudible, he breathes the syllables of your name into your mouth, forming each one while sealed to your lips. he couldn’t speak it, he knew that, but he wanted so badly to cry out for you. a soft whimper dies at the threshold of your lips, your core quivers on instinct alone, and his eyes slit, gripping your hand around him tighter, pounding into your palm as his orgasm hits.

Cumming! I— I’m cumming! Please… yes… please…!!

his mind was screaming your name on repeat, his whimpers nothing more than mindless babble, forcing his tongue behind your teeth again. the fingers buried deep inside you stall, as do his hips, when he utterly falls apart, violet gems rolling back in his skull. his cum glazes your hand and his own, before bleeding a wet patch through his trousers, and he’s panting on your face, kissing you sloppy, his lips smearing saliva over your mouth, cheeks and chin. a shudder runs through his whole body as he slumps forward, laying against you long enough to try and catch his breath. his head rests against your exposed chest, and he listens to the steady thumping of your heart— his own like a ferocious drum.

when he finally pulls his fingers from between your thighs, he’s delighted to feel how you’ve soaked them, leaving webs of your desire wrapped around the digits that he stares at for a moment before bringing them to his mouth, sucking your taste off them.

Sweet. So sweet.

his cock twitches— the mere taste of your cunt enough to urge it back to attention, but he simply sighs, and sits up again, pulling your shiny hand from his pants. he stares at his cum on your fingers and his own, and sinks his teeth into his lower lip, before his eyes drift to your mouth. your tiers are swollen from how hard he’d kissed you, and wet with his spit.

Would you want to taste me, too?

Toge swallows hard, his fingers reaching for your couple. he drags the knuckle over your lower lip, smearing his release in a thin, milky ribbon over it, before slipping the finger inside to do the same on your tastebuds. another shudder.

Will the taste still be there when you wake up?

he hoped it would, because he couldn’t stay.

carefully, he pulls your bra back into place, followed by your top, and adjusts the skewed waistband of your shorts. the shame of what he did, and just how much he liked it, was starting to seep in. Toge pulls your jacket from each arm, folds it carefully, and lifts your neck at the nape so he’s able to slide the makeshift cushion beneath it, before he tucks your arms and legs in to the most comfortable position he could. you expel a quiet sigh that causes him to hesitate, and stare at your face.

Things should be different. I wish things were different.

but, Toge wasn’t stupid. he knew that you’d made your choices, and you were too proud to backtrack. he sighs, too, and plants a soft, loving peck to your forehead. then, he pulls himself to his feet, that seem to protest the idea of leaving you there alone, and pulls the zipper on his collar up, securing his mouth behind the barrier of fabric. he takes one last look back to make sure you’re okay as he nears the tree line.

If you ever decide to come back, run fast into my arms. Otherwise, please be safe from now on.