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winnie1emon · 2 days ago
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✧.* what happens after mattheo finds his sweet bsf moping after a bad date..?
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bsf!mattheo x angel!reader (fem pov)
word count: approx 2.2k
cw: MDNI!!, smut, bsf!mattheo, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, finger sucking(?), lots of praise, mattheo is maybe kind of a perv idk lol, p link in the middle
a/n: sorry it took me a bajillion years to do this... sleep schedule is in the works :( + requests are open :3
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Mattheo quickly flipped over the muggle Playboy magazine he had gotten his hands on the previous summer and fumbled with his zipper as he heard his dorm door swing open. Needn't to turn around as he recognized the familiar sound of your heels clicking across his floor as you kicked them off and slumped onto his bed, he clumsily shoved his small collection of magazines into his drawer.
Clearing his throat, he asked, "How was your date, he ugly?" He did not bother to turn around and face you, adamant about not showing you his flushed face.
Truth be told, your "date" was terrible. You had waited at the Three Broomsticks for hours, garnering pitying looks from Madam Rosmerta while you awkwardly stirred an on-the-house butterbeer, waiting for your blind date to arrive.
"Bad..." you managed to mutter, your voice trembling slightly. You had begun suffocating as your face was planted on one of his pillows, raising your head up for air and seeing the tear stains you left on the pillowcase.
Slightly surprised, he furrowed his brows, turning around his chair to get a full view of you, sulking, face-first on his bed. "Why? What happened?" he questioned.
"Didn't even show," you sniffled out, not looking up.
Concern washed over his face as he got up, readjusting his pants for the second time, before sitting gently beside you. He placed a palm on your shoulder, pushing slightly to get a view of you. You didn't resist, turning your body around, and giving him a clear look at you.
His heart ached at the sight of you; your dried-up tears, the red hue in your eyes, and the remnants of tears clinging onto your bottom lashes.
Mattheo brought his thumb to your face, swiping away at your cheek. "He didn't?" he asked softly. He meant to sound comforting and understanding, but his voice had a subtle tone of hope that you didn't catch over your small hiccup.
You shut your eyes, feeling new tears form as he pulled you up off your back, allowing you to sit against his headboard. Kicking off his slippers, he brought his feet onto the bed and sat beside you, placing your head on his shoulder with his arm slung over yours.
You both stayed in that position, silent, for a while. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was something familiar to make you feel better. Mattheo fidgeted with his sheets with his free arm and you felt most of the tears come to a stop. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you turned towards him.
"You're a guy right?" you asked.
"I'm pretty sure."
You stifled a small giggle before resuming your more solemn mood. "Do y'know why he wouldn't come?" you asked tentatively. Met with silence and his gaze set straight ahead, you prodded, "Like... think he saw me and left?"
"No. No way."
Mattheo had answered you quickly, even surprising you. You had expected a teasing yeah or a reluctant no from him, but he seemed dead serious. It wasn't like Mattheo was rude to you, merlin, you were probably the one person he was the nicest to, but he'd usually never pass up on an easy opportunity to make a joke.
Moving closer beside him, you peered curiously at his face, looking for any sign of sarcasm, but there wasn't any. "Really?"
The sight of your doubting eyes, the slight quiver in your lips, and the feel of your body pressed against his arm as you sat on his bed was all too much for Mattheo to handle. He wanted to scoop you up and mumble reassurances into your ears, but a part of him that he so desperately wanted to push away, wanted to fuck you senseless and show you how serious he really was.
Fuck. He knew it was wrong to feel this way when you sought comfort from him and nothing more, but he could hardly suppress his thoughts. Not when you stumbled into his room as he was about to relieve himself-- especially not in the strapless dress you wore for your date.
"Mm, yeah," he barely got out. "You're... beautiful."
You hummed appreciatively, feeling an unfamiliar blush creep up your face. Mattheo was your friend, and he had complimented you a few times before, but this was strangely... intimate. Grateful for him, you let your head sink past his shoulder and onto his chest and allowed one of your hands to play around with the material of his shirt, the soft cotton rubbing against your fingertips.
Tracing patterns on his shirt, his toned torso underneath; so close to your touch, you allowed yourself to be mesmerized while drawing swirls and stars on his shirt until you felt his body go taut and he cleared his throat.
"Oh-- sorry," you said sheepishly, retracting your hand. You sat back up, having your head properly rested against the headboard.
"No, don't be," Mattheo said. "I'm just, just a bit out of it right now," he told you, turning to face you.
"Yeah..." you noted. "You look a bit flush." You examined his face, his cheeks lightly dusted with a rosy hue and a very tiny bead of sweat on his forehead. You pushed yourself off the headboard, sitting straight up on the bed and your eyes wandered over him. "Are you," you began to ask in concern before your heart leaped into your throat from the sight of his very obvious boner. "...okay?" you finished, swallowing thickly.
"Don't even worry 'bout me," Mattheo shrugged off, oblivious to your wandering eyes. "Feeling better now?" he asked you, your tears from earlier no longer apparent.
Your brain still short circuiting from the sight of his boner, you paused before snapping back into reality.
"I-- uh, I don't know..." you said biting your lip. "I was really excited to go, but I guess he wasn't."
Mattheo searched for the words to say before you spoke again.
"Maybe I got the date wrong. Oo, oh! Maybe the place wrong?" you tried to convince yourself. "Merlin, who am I kidding? He saw me and decided not to show," you groaned. "I knew I shouldn't have worn this dress, I was kind of doubting buying it when I was at the store and-" you rambled before being cut off by a cool hand on your chin turning your head around.
"Hey- what are you doing?" you smiled sheepishly, caught off guard.
"Stop talking about yourself like that. You know it's not true."
You chortled, confusion etched onto your features, but nothing on his face resembled a joke.
"Stop joking, I'm actually sad," you finally drawled.
"M'not joking," he said. Before you could retort, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss.
Your mind clouded for a brief moment before you began to kiss him back.
For such a seemingly rough guy, his lips were soft and welcoming. You could go days without pulling away, your hands running up his back as he cupped your face. Kissing him felt natural, something that you didn't have to work very hard to do.
You let your body take over and kiss him without worry and he seemed to do the same as he slipped his tongue in, taking you by surprise.
Knowing he already crossed a line by kissing his best friend, Mattheo couldn't hold back the amount of arousal coursing through him at the moment. Without thinking, he allowed a hand to trail down from your face, feeling the lines of your waist until it found your thigh. Pushing the blue silk dress upwards, his hand rested on your ass.
Not protesting at all, you leaned closer, with his hands beginning to guide you onto his lap. You both sunk on the bed, having you straddle him. The cool air hit your bare skin as he brought your dress even upper, the dress folding inside out on your waist. His hands ran up and down your ass, stroking the lace of your underwear.
He slipped his hand underneath the material, feeling the skin of his palms on your unclothed ass, groping and grabbing blindly. You continued to kiss him, resting on top of him warmly until you felt his hand ghost over your bare folds causing you to pull away from the kiss and elicit a moan.
You looked at him curiously, parting your lips before he asked, "Can I?"
Before you could contemplate, your body was already deciding as you immediately nodded up and down. His fingers trailed lightly on the outside of your slick cunt and you could hear him murmur to himself but the sound was blocked out of your ears as your mind was clouded with thrill.
Burying your head beside his head and into his pillows, you let out a shrill whimper as you felt him insert one finger. Slowly, he pumped it in and out of your cunt, slowly increasing in speed.
Entering another finger, your whimpers grew into moans and he turned to look at your heated face.
"Fuck, you're cute."
Unable to respond, you attempted to give him a sheepish smile that sent him over the edge.
His fingers pumped in and out of you with uncontrollable fervor, your fluids coating his fingers as you leaked out. You writhed around on top of him, small squeals escaping your lips as you felt your orgasm near.
"M-Matt..." you mewled. "I'm gonna-"
"Shh, shh," he said, bringing his free hand to caress your head. "You can come. Come on my fingers for me." He buried his fingers deep inside, curling them slightly as he found your g-spot.
No longer able to contain yourself, you let your orgasm happen, your cunt tightening over his fingers. Panting, your body went limp which gave him time to flip you over so you were below him.
Watching the look you sported as your orgasm washed over you, the way you were beneath him, and how your lips were swollen from your previous make out, Mattheo could've sworn he was going to come right in his pants.
Wasting no time, he pulled down his pants, boxers following, allowing his cock to spring out, the tip already leaky with precum.
Pulling down your soaked underwear, he positioned himself between your legs. He pushed in slowly, each agonizing second torturing you as you desperately wanted him.
He rocked his hips and you had expected him to go slowly like he did with his fingers, but he quickly set a pace, hardly waiting for you to adjust.
The world felt unreal to you, having your best friend's cock inside of you when just moments before you were moping about some mystery guy...
Mattheo tugged down the top of your dress, the lack of straps allowing your tits to pool out. Fondling greedily, he couldn't even contain himself.
"Can't believe he lost this before even getting it," he groaned under his breath. "Fucking clown."
Unable to get a word out through your whimpers and mewls, all you could do was blush bashfully at his words.
He brought his hand to cup your jaw, slipping his thumb into your mouth. Teasing, he pulled his thumb to the edge of your mouth, contorting your lips as he laughed to himself. "You look adorable."
He continued to tease, finding the faces you made amusing as he continued to use his cock to kiss your cervix. You were about to unravel again, your cunt gripping onto his cock as your cries grew louder, your hands scratching his arms. "Gonna come?" he asked. You nodded quickly, a sign for him to slow down.
"Are you?" you asked tentatively.
"Not yet. Wanna savor my time with my favorite girl," he cooed, leaning into your ear.
Your surprise couldn't last long as you came for a second time, your face scrunching up. You breathed heavily, still allowing your body to process while Mattheo took the time to pull out and turn you around, your knees sinking on the bed.
Mattheo wanted to frame that moment right there and then. Capturing the sight of you; back arched down, ass up in the air practically inviting him inside your glossy cunt, face buried into the sheets.
"I hope you're forgetting about that guy. I would throw myself off the Astronomy Tower if I skimped out on a date only to find out it was with you."
Entering once more, he threw his head back before letting out moans of his own. Unlike during missionary, he went in patiently, admiring the view of his cock sliding in and out of your folds.
"I'm going to come just looking at you like this, I swear. Want me to? Want me to come inside?"
"Y-yes!" you managed to sputter out. "Please..."
"The day I say no to you; just know I'm under the imperius curse." And with that, he came, spurting thick ropes of cum inside to coat your walls. "Shit..."
He pulled out, leaning down to watch the remnants of his arousal seep out of you. He pulled you upwards to sit on your knees on his bed before hugging you by the head, caressing you with his hands roving your body.
"Bet you're glad he didn't show now, huh?" he joked gloatingly.
"Yeah."
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wannaeatramyeon · 2 days ago
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DG x Reader: Bodyguard
G/N. Cracky. You, the bodyguard. DG, the 'helpless' idol. Masterlists
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When the rest of DG's senior team insisted he get a bodyguard, he thought it was a joke.
What sort of idiot would attack James Lee.
Then he remembered he's not James Lee, at least not to the general public. He's Diego Kang, CEO of PTJ Entertainment, an idol with amazing moves and an ass that won't quit but no fighting experience.
Right. Right. 
He supposes that makes sense. It would've been suspicious to say no, especially with his legions of stans and stalker, and his prior history.
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.
You're not exactly who he would have picked.
Bodyguards are usually monstrous, huge, intimidating men. You're not really any of the above.
In fact, you're kinda cute. And apparently your resume is also impressive enough too.
"Perfect candidate." 
"Extensive training." 
"Unmatched awareness." 
-were chirped into his ear before he gave you his nod of approval.
Besides, DG thinks it might work to his advantage to employ someone so unassuming.
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"No upskirt pictures!" You yell at the paparazzi, parting them to make way for the pink-haired idol, and pointing accusingly.
DG, in a moment of complete confusion, peers down to his own legs in case he really did wear a skirt.
No. He's in his pants, of course he is. His clothing is supplied as part of his sponsorship deal. Why would he be wearing a skirt?
"What was that?" He asks, when you're piled into his minivan. Brows knitted together instead of his usual cold, impassive expression.
You give him a shrug, "Just in case."
"In case of?"
"Just in case," you repeat, tapping your nose and nodding knowingly at him.
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.
Now, he remembers.
During one of his many many boring meetings, when you were officially under his employment and before you started, he had been warned you might be like this.
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“No pictures today!” you holler and the paparazzi groan.
Someone brave enough shouts back why.
“DG lost all five MAMA noms and he’s in a terrible mood. He might ask me to kill you if you take any pictures,” you say back solemnly and without humour.
DG feels bitter but not that bitter. Upon hearing your words, he stifles a laugh into his sleeve and disguises it as a cough.
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To sum it up, you're an oddball. 
Still, DG tolerates you because of your flashes of brilliance and your brutal honesty.
"Here, sir." You offer up a steaming hot drink and DG raises an eyebrow. "Honey and lemon. For your throat."
When DG doesn't take it, you finally explain. "Your singing sounded awful, sir. Thought you might need it."
Ah.
He did think he sounded off but the yes-men at the studio told him otherwise. He should have trusted his own instincts and makes a mental note to replace them.
DG chuckles to himself before taking the first sip.
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"No touching please," you jump in just as a fan is starting to get handsy.
"Excuse me?!"
You turn away from them, letting their indignant outrage slide off you and usher DG on to the next group to interact with.
DG gives you a nod of thanks and you give him a subtle wink back.
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"You best not be zooming in on his tits," you snarl at another paparazzi. "No under boob, side boobs, any boobs!"
DG glances down at his chest. Fully concealed in a mock neck jumper. There's no bare skin on show at all.
"Can you explain?" He asks, once you climb in the minivan after him and slide the door close.
"You know." You say, handing over another honey and lemon drink.
"I don't, actually."
"You know," you repeat, eyes signalling towards his chest area and hand gesticulating at your own. "And, y'know." 
You nod at his hot drink and pull a face, indicating that he was pitchy as hell in the last rehearsal.
DG shakes his head at your antics but takes a sip regardless.
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"For you, sir." You hold out a brand new baseball cap with both hands and head bowed respectfully.
"I don't want this."
"Yes but you need it."
"..."
"For your bad hair day."
"What?"
"Trust me, sir."
DG narrows his eyes at you. You're rude as hell, no tact at all. He’s not sure if you even have a filter, or you just say whatever thought pops into your mind. 
However.
Somewhere along the way, he finds that you're the only person that tells him the truth.
He takes the cap and thrusts it on his head.
"Much better!" You pipe up with an oblivious grin, adding insult to injury.
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"What are you doing?" DG pulls a face as you wrap your arm around his waist and hurry him on.
"There's someone tailing you," you murmur, "I've been watching them for the last five minutes."
There is? How on earth did this person get past his radar?
As if answering his thoughts, you tell him, "They look like a normal ajumma. No-one would have suspected her if I wasn't watching."
You pick up the pace and DG matches you stride for stride.
"Your manager is waiting just up ahead with the car. I'll take care of them." You give DG a salute and a toothy smile as he looks at you in alarm.
In all honesty, you look a bit helpless. Yes, your resume looks great and yes, your recommendations are glowing but DG hasn't actually seen you in action yet. He can't help the way his stomach lurches thinking about you in danger.
And what if this isn’t an untrained, rabid stan, but someone who knows about his other life and is after James Lee?
"I'll be fine, sir!" You turn quickly and sprint off in the opposite direction at breakneck speed.
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.
A couple hours later, after DG has paced endlessly back and forth, you show up at his office.
Your hair is a little out of place, and your regulation suit is a little dusty but you're otherwise untouched.
"Are you ok?" his eyes snap to yours.
"Of course, sir!" Your beam is as bright as ever.
DG exhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, relief overwhelming him and he desperately wills his pulse to return to normal.
"Call me James," he sighs when he realises it's not working and his heart seems to beat quicker and louder now you're in sight.
You don't ask any questions like why James, why not Diego. You accept it at face value, no doubt having some secrets of your own.
Your smile is unfaltering as you respond, "Sure thing, James, sir!"
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creamflix · 12 hours ago
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Hey Kashika ! I hope you had a great week ! (´。• ᵕ •。`)
Just saw your Christmas event and had to jump in ! Can I request Ino Takuma with warm, fluzzy blankets (naughty) please ?
You can ignore if you don't want of course !Kissing you many times on the cheeks and hoping you're doing well ! \(´ ∇`)ノ
(I'm kind of a ghost reader so this is weird for me to request but I would also like to say that I really like your writing and I always smile when I see you posteed something new, kiss kiss to your amazing self (╭ ̄3 ̄)╭♡)
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snow days with TAKUMA were always cozy. 
the warmth of the sanrio-themed blankets he insisted on buying for your third anniversary (despite your teasing) wrapped the both of you in a cocoon of comfort. outside, snow fell lazily, blanketing the world in white, but inside, it was all soft whispers, shared warmth, and the steady rise and fall of his breathing against your back.
he was spooning you, his arm draped protectively around your waist, face buried in your hair. he smelled faintly of pine and the lavender fabric softener you both loved. for a while, it felt perfect — peaceful, even. but the longer you lay there, the more your mind wandered, and one particularly risky idea crept in.
you shifted slightly, testing the waters. the subtle movement pressed you back against him, and sure enough, his breath hitched.
“babe,” he muttered groggily, his voice thick with sleep, “what you doin'?”
“nothing,” you replied innocently, though the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
he hummed, his grip on your waist tightening slightly, but he didn’t seem suspicious enough to stop you. emboldened, you rocked your hips again, just enough to feel the friction between you.
“hey,” he said, more alert now, his tone dipping dangerously. “you tryna start somethin'?”
you turned your head slightly, feigning surprise. “me? no. i’m just… getting comfortable.”
“comfortable, huh?” his laugh was low and disbelieving, and you could feel the heat of his breath against your neck as he shifted closer, his body pressing into yours more firmly. “you’re a terrible liar, y'know that?”
“am i?” you teased, grinding back just a little harder this time.
his groan was immediate, muffled against your shoulder as he buried his face there. “you’re playing a dangerous game,” he warned, his voice rough with a mixture of sleep and arousal.
“what’s life without a little risk?” you murmured, your tone playful but laced with challenge.
the next thing you knew, takuma had you pinned beneath him, his hands braced on either side of your head, his weight deliciously heavy as he looked down at you with narrowed eyes.
“you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he asked, though the slight curl of his lips betrayed his amusement.
“not when it comes to you,” you shot back, grinning up at him.
he shook his head, leaning down until his nose brushed against yours. “you’re impossible,” he said, his voice softening as his lips found yours in a slow, heated kiss.
“so i’ve been told,” you replied when he pulled back, only for him to capture your lips again, this time more insistent, more demanding.
yeah, snow days were the best.
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delusionalbitchinthehouse · 7 months ago
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I am so sorry for this, I don't know what happened to me but once again, here I am writting angst instead of happily pretending everyone is alive and happy.
Alpha is a hard ghoul to scare.
He's ancient- not as old as Omega, Zephyr or Earth, but definitely older than most of the newer ghouls. He's seen things, in the pit and topside, beyond horrific, has blood on his hands, and is intimately familiar with its coppery taste.
And yet, as he holds a gasping Omega against his chest, Alpha has never been more terrified in his entire life.
Omega, sturdy, reliable Omega, unshakeable Omega, is falling appart in Alpha's arms, and there's nothing the fire ghoul can do.
Nothing but hold him tight and pray his suffering will end. In his despair, Alpha curses how human they've become, after spending so much time amongst them. Human enough to feel much more than a ghoul should. Human enough to get attatched, to fall in love. Oh, how Alpha curses love.
Omega is sobbing, gut-wreching cries that echo in his bedroom, clinging to Alpha like letting go would kill them both. It takes a while for the fire ghoul to realize the litany of broken noises escaping Omega's mouth are actually words.
I can't, I can't, I can't.
Alpha doesn't need to ask what Omega means. Omega cannot fanthom a world without Terzo. Cannot imagine his life without the one bright star that so thoroughly changed it. Cannot bear the agony of loss and grief. And Alpha is torn between terror and rage. Because he cannot help.
He grieves, too, of course he does. Terzo is- was his friend, Primo his first Papa and a man he highly respected, and Secondo...Alpha would rather not think about the man's rare raspy laugh right now. Something about the taste of missed opportunities isn't very appealing at the moment.
Alpha grieves, too, but he doesn't know what having someone who had weaved their way into his very soul torn away from him feels like. So he tightens his helpless arms around Omega, and prays that there will be something left of the quint's shattered heart.
So yes, Alpha, tough, I've-seen-much-worse Alpha, is trembling in terror as he witnesses the strongest ghoul he ever knew getting torn from the inside out by love's ugly twin, grief.
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skrunksthatwunk · 4 months ago
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kinda thinking about how the women who serve as maternal figures/raise kids in yyh are never quite ready for it. genkai's an arguable exception, but like.. atsuko had yusuke at 15, shizuru's basically in charge of kazuma full time in her early 20s/late teens (depending on version) with very very absent parents, and even shiori is given a kid she wasn't expecting, in the form of an old, old demon rather than like. a regular, blank slate ass human baby. and although shiori seems to do quite well with kurama, kurama can never be honest with shiori about who he is, or much of what he's seen. if he was, it'd probably make things far more complicated and overwhelming. atsuko, no matter how much she cares for yusuke, Could Not Have Been and thus wasn't ready to have him at 15. her attempts to make the most of that situation have had middling success at best. shizuru has also been placed into a parental role. we don't really know how long she's been raising kuwabara, but that's.. probably still parentification anyway. she shouldn't have to do that, and she shouldn't have to do that so young. and i think some of her coarseness with kuwa is out of frustration with her own inexperience + inadequacy + uncertainty, his not cooperating, and their parents for putting this on her in the first place. the ones who know the full extent of their situation grow desperate and it squeaks out in unpleasant ways, and the one who seems unbothered by it is the only one who has no idea that she's in way over her head. and i mean. ok. gonna preface this by saying keiko is NOT yusuke's mom in any sense of the word. but she does take care of him in a way atsuko couldn't manage to. she's often looking after him and cleaning up after his messes and stuff. she takes him on as a responsibility, and that is, in a way, a caretaker role. not to say that it SHOULD be her responsibility, but it's how she ends up being.
and when the stress of trying to make someone take care of themselves or be kind or good or Whatever goes awry, again, the violence and arguing and distance and ugliness of caring for someone reveals itself.
and i wonder about that. for a series dedicated to physical fighting as a form of communication, what does it say that this extends to the complicated, quietly desperate situations of so many of the women/girls it depicts, whom our more central characters were shaped and raised by?
hell, even hiei touches on this, because hina loved hiei, but there was no way she was prepared for him, obviously, nor for the pain of losing him. rui (whom i also see as a sort of caretaker figure to hiei, inasmuch as either of them were caretakers) literally throws him off a cliff because she couldn't face down the village elders, and out of some mixture of care for hina and, likely, fear for her own survival. and the guilt and pain of that killed hina and deeply wounded rui.
it's like motherhood, this thing that's so often treated as sacred and beautiful, is a kind of stitched up, painful, eggshell-walking thing that hurts parent and child and it's just. oughh
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rubberbandballqueen · 24 days ago
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it's unlikely to happen due to globalization, but i think it would be really funny if countries that use the latin alphabet in their writing systems started developing their own slightly different standards of writing each glyph and got obsessively picky about it.
like yeah i know there's like british vs. american standard spelling nitpicks, and that's something, but i'm thinking something more along the lines of "you put a slash through your 7's? that's the british standard but all right i guess" kind of subtle. we need to replicate what taiwan/hong kong/japan (and to an extent mainland china) have going on.
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bakafurai · 9 months ago
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Kenji seems like the type of guy who would ask p3-kun to practice kiss with him. you know like, no homo and all that. just two dudes kissing for "practice".
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thresholdbb · 2 months ago
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How to throttle myself into working on my WIP?
The mind, it is impossible to reign in
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invinciblerodent · 11 months ago
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okay i was teetering on the cusp of the DA:I chasm but i'm back now
apparently.... vampire sex. was what i needed. to step back from the beckoning abyss
gale baby you're so real for this, you were so right that time in the swamp, dick really DO be that good sometimes that it makes you wanna live
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madeimpact · 2 years ago
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OK BUT SUMIN'S JOKE GENUINELY GOT ME THINKING so I drew up a helpful little guide to Telling Apart Your Brunets™️. This was also a good exercise in drawing both of their hair, I think it's the best I've done for both of them to date lol. Yes I will immediately forget how I did this afterwards
Translations of my tiny ass handwriting under the cut
Pit:
Wispier, softer
Len Kagamine "banana" style (center part)
Slightly rounder face (13* y/o)
*physically lol
Ahoge
More noticeable freckles from sun exposure (literally lives in sky lol)
Sora:
Spikier, more angles
Part to left
Cat ears? (KH3)
Slightly longer face (16 y/o)
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reel-fear · 2 years ago
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Talking abt how what BA did to Wasp is unforgivable but then saying u like Sentinel 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩
#ramblez#NO I'M NOT GONNA SHUT UP ABT THIS#in general I haven't had a lot of energy to talk so y'know U guys just have to put up with whatever I wanna say rn#bc I don't have the energy to conjure up more than rage rn-#how do people find Wasp at all compelling or tragic at all like did I miss an episode??#Wasp has two traits and it's cowardly and Mean#that was enough to warrant a ton of babyfying him but BA has actually complex emotions problems and interesting trauma and y'all hate it#like I see it and I gotta tell y'all it's not subtle at all#honestly I really hate how misused the word is nowadays as just When directors objectify women bc the tfa fandom has the Most male gaze#to ever male gaze#to quickly explain no the male gaze is not when men make.women look hot in a movie#it is when male characters are treated as nuanced people with emotions and reasons behind their emotions#and women are treated as unknowable objects with Nothing more going on in their lives or brains#a great example is the walking dead S2 and onward#y do the women do the things they do? well often just to create drama in the story and it's never given reason or speculation in the story#but the men get to have grand talks and speeches explaining why they do everything they do#this can also go thw opposite way sometimes like narratives that depict toxic masculinity as genetic or normal with no underlying cause#meanwhile going deep into the women characters abt their emotions or otherwise tho either way it's usually Very sexist#but anyways yeah the tfa fandom has that going on SO HARD#like heres Wasp and Sentinel canonically their reasons for being assholes is simple they r massive self centered jerks#but the fandom speculates on that crafts backstory and complexities for them and talks about why they do the things they do#meanwhile ESPECIALLY in relation to the waspinator thing ppl don't do that with BA#She intended to cure wasp bc she was desperate to cure herself#she has nearly gotten herself killed on multiple occasions out of self loathing and trying to atleast in her mind fix herself#wasp was a last resort after multiple multiple tries nearly resulted in her death#year and YEARS of being tormented by the fact she can't go home the ppl around her including the cons r all disgusted with her#AND that Sentinel and Optimus ultimately failed to protect her despite putting her trust in them to do so#not the mention sentinels whole Omg ur scars r so ugly u should've died moment#u will never convince me Wasp is worth a damn or his problems matter when he's sitting next to someone who never did anything to deserve#the horrible fate she got
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dan-crimes · 1 year ago
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airy for the Bingo 👀👀
I know my opinions are prolly wrong and controversial but I do not care anymore since the show has been over for a good while
So let me just tap into my old knowledge of how I feel about the show and Airy as a character
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Alright so yeah I'm on the more extreme side of things of just like Airy didn't do anything wrong ever, this isn't even me being like oh favourite character or anything it's just kinda like I just genuinely do not think he was ever thinking about anything he was doing ever
Obviously he still did bad things but like the thing is, when you DIE you don't really DIE so death kinda loses its meaning and there isn't really that impact anymore of Airy killing people and he had to also die multiple times likely in order to get where he is
So UNDERSTANDABLY there is a lack of connection there, a lack urgency in death @ the Plane once Airy understands how to bring people back
Obviously there is still a LOT of fucked up shit if you REALLY think about it and really connect with the characters and try and feel what they must be feeling BUT to think Airy is this fucked up cold and unfeeling villain aware of his actions is just not it
He just isn't. There. He's not there lmao it doesn't really feel like there is a way to get it through to him that what he's doing is causing problems bcuz it's like a sandbox game for him he doesn't understand that things happen without him that those are PEOPLE existing in his little world that they have lives and are effected by his actions
He only has a connection when he sees Liam in person and like there were other times he showed care and concern but it's a lot more apparent when someone is physically there with you, you can see and feel them and they have an impact on you
Plus he did feel bad about what he had done in the past but there's not really a way for you to properly process that so understandably he just doesn't, like it obviously bothers him but he also doesn't want to be alone and I understand how boredom is a killer
Plus I think he's prolly always been a bit messed up but it really comes out when you've been thru things ur never gonna be able to fully understand or process so you simply don't and just accept things and do things a certain way bcuz you just gotta
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sysig · 1 year ago
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Hazing (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#The Captain#DAX#Who's hazing who? Yes :)#I'd like to say this is early on in their relationship but let's be honest they'd take the opportunity to rib each other at any point lol#Hehe I had fun with DAX's eye and tendril expressions in this one ♪#I mean I have a lot lately with the curls and swirls and thick lines and shapes and fully-up and angry hehehe ♪ It's all fun!#But these were especially fun hehe#Still yet inspired by WOY lol - believe me I was least of all expecting to be hit this hard but I'm not about to complain lol#I still can't get over the fact that DAX and Peepers are both Commanders who are in love with their superior and have beef with a Captain#Hilarious ♥ Love that for them ♪♫#But yes! Captain Tim was what inspired these! Lol ♪ The fact that Peepers is 3rd in command to a pet is very funny haha#And obviously it doesn't quite transfer over since the Captain is y'know - a human and DAX is ranked under ZEX specifically#I guess if you really wanted to get into it the Captain could be bragging about sleeping with ZEX but that seems even a little too mean#And also would he be so brazen about that to DAX - would he even know? I guess it Really depends on when this is lol#I do love DAX's subtle rudeness hehe ♪ He puts up with you Captain and that's about it#I had a lot of fun with his pained/freaked out expression as well haha#I also forget if I've talked about my headcanon about VUX strength? :0 I feel like I have but I have no idea where lol#I also don't remember where I got the inclination from but at some point my mind settled on the thought that VUX arms are weaker than human#At least pound-for-pound - but their strength comes from their specificity :D That their grip strength is much more evenly spread!#I mean humans have what our hands so fingers - and our arms - we can grab and hold but they can /coil/#So holding a human in an arm lock like that would be hard to break especially if he held onto the Captain's shoulder or lifted :3c#Why are you picking fights person-to-person Captain don't you have a ship and crew to pilot right about now lol#Goes and tattles to ZEX maybe hehe ♪ Fair's fair!
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augustameretrix · 1 month ago
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so I'm watching the 2023 dead ringers miniseries starring rachel weisz as a set of identical twins who are both really into childbirth and one is a lesbian and really wants to have a baby while the other is a straight sex pest and wants her sister to be en extension of her and herself an extension of her sister but also she really wants to impregnate her sister in a lab anyways- while the show is vaguely interesting but overall just ok its making me SO incredibly and thoroughly fucking horny
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crookedteethed · 5 days ago
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18+ - mdni
ᥫ᭡. how the rafe's fuck you.
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If I'm being honest, Season One Rafe does not know how to fuck you properly.
Rafe's sexual prowess was lacking in technique and selflessness, his thick cock a mere tool for his own pleasure rather than a passionate conduit for his partner's (your) ecstasy.
With that being said, of course he thinks he's hitting that spot inside of you--I mean, the guys ego is bigger then his dick. And that's saying something.
You bite your lip, stifling a moan - not of pleasure, but of frustration. Rafe's hips snap against yours in a frantic, uneven rhythm as he chases his own release. His eyes are screwed shut, completely oblivious to your unsatisfied state.
"Oh yeah, baby, you feel so good," he grunts, his breath hot against your neck.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Instead, you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, angling your hips in a desperate attempt to get some friction where you need it most. But it's no use. Rafe's too focused on himself to notice your subtle hints.
Just as you're contemplating faking it to get this over with, Rafe lets out a strangled groan. His body tenses, then shudder, and he's coming deep inside of you, and you're still left panting like a bitch because you haven't come yet.
(honorable mentions: When it comes to fucking with season one Rafe, he will refuse to perform any oral on you--he thinks it's gross--this doesn't mean he doesn't expect blow jobs from you, though. Also, in season one, Rafe either pulls off the condom mid-fuck, or forces you to go on birth control just to fuck you raw.) 
Season Two Rafe, on the other hand? That's a whole different story. He just comes across as so fucking reckless when he fucks you, y'know?
He fucks so angry.
He's all raw energy and unbridled passion, like a storm you can't control but can only surrender to. When Rafe's hands are on you, it's electric - every touch sends shockwaves through your body. His kisses are hungry, almost desperate, as if he's trying to devour you whole.
There's an edge of danger to it all, a thrill that makes your heart race. You never quite know what he'll do next - pin you against the wall, throw you onto the bed, or drop to his knees in front of you. That unpredictability is intoxicating.
And when he finally enters you, it's with a forcefulness that takes your breath away. Rafe fucks like a man possessed, all grinding hips and guttural moans. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks you'll find later and trace with a secret smile.
Primarily he still chases his own high, but you can't help but let out a moan or two just by how rough he fucks you. The realization crawled through Rafe's body like a languid, tingling vine, filling him with a desperate craving for more of your euphonious moans.
In Season Three, Rafe is a new man - older, more mature, and eager to please. As he starts to devour your pussy, his experience comes through as a welcomed bonus. His movements are calculated and skillful, his tongue dancing over your sensitive flesh with practiced ease, as he realizes sex is more enjoyable when both parties are having fun.
Rafe's eyes glimmer with a mischievous delight, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you with anticipation, your body convulsing and your cunt spasming just from his tongue??
It's a big ego booster to Rafe knowing he can do that to your body.
But it's not just his mouth that knows what it's doing now. His hips know how to move, how to find that sweet spot that ignites sparks of pleasure throughout your body. He's learned the power of slow, deep thrusts followed by quick, shallow ones - a combination that never fails to send you into a frenzy.
And it's not just about his dick anymore. Rafe's hands roam your body with purpose, memorizing every curve and eliciting shivers of delight from your skin. His lips are like fire on your skin, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touch - your neck, your breasts, the inside of your thighs.
When he finally sinks into you, it's with a low groan that reverberates through both of your bodies. He watches you closely, taking note of every gasp and moan as he adjusts his rhythm to suit your pleasure.
Like a mirror image of his previous self in season three, Rafe in Season Four is still eager to please both of you. But now, he approaches your pleasure with a gentle touch, taking extra care as he fucks you.
With every thrust, his mind is consumed with thoughts of marrying you, and it only intensifies his desire for you. Every moan and gasp that escapes from your lips only fuels his passion further. He knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life making love to you, and nothing could stop him from doing so.
Every movement, every touch, is charged with an intensity that goes beyond mere physical pleasure. Rafe's hands roam your body with reverent desperation, as if trying to memorize every curve and contour. His lips brush against your neck, your collarbone, whispering promises of forever between heated kisses.
You can feel the change in him, the shift from lover to potential life partner. It's in the way he looks at you, eyes burning with a mixture of lust and something deeper, more profound. It's in the way he holds you closer, as if afraid you might slip away if he loosens his grip even for a moment.
As your bodies move together in perfect synchronicity, you can't help but wonder if this is all happening too fast. Is Rafe really ready for this level of commitment, or is he caught up in his jealousy of Sarah's unexpected pregnancy? The thought flits through your mind, but you find yourself swept up in the passion of the moment, surrendering to the moment, to the electric sensation of Rafe's touch on your bare skin.
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as always, reblogs and comments keeps me motivated. 🫶🏾
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remlionheart · 19 days ago
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⊹ ࣪ ˖☁️ daydreaming about...
𓆩♡𓆪aged up characters, MDNI𓆩♡𓆪
soft boyfriend megumi who is so secretly sentimental that he saves birthday cards, movie stubs, train tickets - that empty perfume bottle you were planning on throwing out? it's stashed away in his nightstand just so he can have a comforting little reminder of you on the nights that you're away.
soft boyfriend megumi who steals your hoodies and pretends he didn't when asked about it. "you must've accidentally left it here," he shrugs dismissively, knowing damn well that he'd swiped it out of your bag before you left his house last. "why would i have taken it?"
soft boyfriend megumi who spends so much time quietly observing you that he knows all of your mannerisms and what each of them mean no matter how subtle they might seem to others. the nervous laugh you let out when you feel like you've said something dumb, accompanied by your teeth slightly digging into your bottom lip as you look away. his hand finds the small of your back while the two of you continue your walk with yuuji and nobara, light fingertips digging into your hip to pull you closer to him.
soft boyfriend megumi who's always grabbing the sides of your face, gently forcing your eyes to lock with his, especially when you're upset. "tell me," his voice is firm but sincere, the palm of his hand warm against your cheek as his thumb trails across your jawline, "doesn't matter what it is, we'll figure it out together, okay? just tell me."
soft boyfriend megumi who reaches for your hand while he's on top of you, lacing his fingers into yours as he lines himself up with your entrance. whispering sweet heady nothings like, "you look so pretty, y'know that?", "focus on me, baby. yeah, just like that. always such a perfect girl for me."
soft boyfriend megumi who presses his lips against your forehead as his thrusts become deeper and more fervent, "i know," he whispers, mouth dropping open at how fucking good you feel as his face gradually returns back to yours. "i know, i know. right there, huh?" he soothes, feeling you tightening around him. "i'm not stopping, baby, don't worry. just hold onto me, i've got you."
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