#please I am begging people to go exploring a little

[shadowed-yet-vibrant]

The bi-weekly big music discourse posts on this site make my teeth ache. Like, yeah, you should probably at least try to listen to music that’s not Top 40 indie pop. Yeah, it’s okay if you end up not liking it. Yeah, you should still probably assess whether your listening habits are connected to any biases, internalized or otherwise.

[spideyriki]

Hey, can you do niki (or Sunghoon) smut, in which the female dom fucks the male sub niki (or Sunghoon) giving them punishment for not obeying the female dom and making him cry. Like a really hard smut.

please please please!

pairing: sub!sunghoon x fem!reader

c. warnings: unprotected sex (nuh uh ladies), begging, spanking, cock slapping, overstimulation, dacryphillia, fingering (m receiving), subspace, aftercare

w. count: 1.9k+

a. note: i'm back!! sorry for disappearing hehe n sorry for how long overdue this was aughh i hope this reaches the anon who requested this. nyways, missed you all so much but i've been crazy busy :( hope you guys liked this, feedback is welcome <3 (p.s. i tried to make this like Hard dom but i fear i am js a big softie SIGHH)

"did you have fun being a slut, hmm?" the hard strike of your hand against sunghoon's ass cheek echos around the room, your stare stern as you talk to sunghoon.

"mommy, i wasn't being a slut!" sunghoon whines back at you, he's positioned over your lap, cute round cheeks facing up towards you.

"oh so you just flirt with other people for fun? that's what i've taught you to do?" you bark out back at him, slapping his bottom again, eliciting a whimper from sunghoon. a pretty shade of crimson blossoming on his pale skin from the contact.

your hand gently massages him slightly before another spank meets his ass. his tip continuously leaking out precum all over your lap.

"do you want those ladies to see you spread out like this too?" your hands spread his ass cheeks, as you lean down to spit on his hole which flutters at the sensation. your finger reaching down to prod at his hole slightly, smearing your spit all over his tight entrance.

"n-no only want mommy.." a small smirk makes it's way on your face, your free hand reaching to pull at his soft hair harshly, leaning his head to the side slightly so you can see his face, his red cheeks tear stained.

"mhm, that's right, sweetie. and who does your pretty little cock belong to?" you purr in his ear, the tone of your voice sickeningly sweet, almost condescending. your finger finally pushing into his tight entrance as you wait for his response.

sunghoon doesn't answer you, his brain going blank from the feeling of your finger streching him out slowly, your finger still gentle despite him being punished.

you release the hold on his hair abruptly, his head falling forward onto the mattress, as you give him another harsh spank for his lack of response.

"mommy! b-belongs to mommy!" sunghoon rushes out as more tears cascade down his cheeks, the pleasurable sting on his ass causing sunghoon to cry out loudly.

you nod down at him, the smirk on your face not faltering at the sounds sunghoon lets out. your free hand travels all across his body as the other continues to explore his hole. your thumb and pointer finger catch sunghoon's nipple between them as you pinch the nub, more beautiful sounds leaves sunghoon.

another finger made it's way into sunghoon's entrance, slowly easing into the tight warmth, his hole stretching to accommodate your long slender digits as they reach deeper to find his prostate. in less than a minute, sunghoon let out a small whine as his hips subconsciously push up against your fingers, evident that you have found his sweet spot. you smile down at the cute ministration, allowing him to do as he pleases, your fingers only merely massaging up against his prostate slightly to encourage sunghoon further.

sunghoon lets out another sweet whine at your now lack of movement, his glassy teary eyes look back up at you as he bats his lashes at you as one of his hands reach behind him to get hold of your wrist, attempting to get you to thrust your fingers into him once again.

“mommy, please?” sunghoon’s sweet voice purrs out once again.

“go on, fuck yourself on my fingers, slut.”

a small complaining huff left sunghoon as his hand on your wrist remained, moving your hand back as his hips moved. the movement from his hips and your fingers prodding deeper into his hole, continuously stimulating his prostate. more tears spilt down his flushed cheeks as his pace increased, feeling the knot in his abdomen tightening. you take notice of his full cock hanging heavily between his legs, precum dribbling down onto your lap before your gentle fingers take hold of it.

“are you going to cum soon, baby?” your sweet honeyed voice reached his ears, a spark contrast to your harsh tones earlier, edging him closer to his orgasm.

sunghoon responds with a soft, “yes, mommy.”

your hand strokes his long member in pace with his fast thrusts, his sticky cum coating your fingers, making the slide even more pleasurable for him. your pointer finger toying with his slit, swiping away his precum only for more to drip down onto your lap.

with your hand working on his cock, alongside your fingers which continuously abused his prostate, sunghoon’s orgasm was approaching quickly. you noticed the tell tale signs, with sunghoon’s heavy breathing, his mouth hung open as he whimpered and whined, and how his cock twitched often.

“i’m going to cum!” sunghoon rushed out to warn you.

you tutted at his words, “is that how you ask?”

another drawn out whine came from sunghoon, “please mommy, can i cum please?”

a grin graced your features as you hear the evident desperation in his tone. “hm, sluts don’t get to cum,” your hand sped up it’s motion on his aching member.

a pained cry left sunghoon as he held back the urge to release all over your hand. “no, no, please mommy! i can’t. i can’t-“ he cut himself off with a whimper. your smile widened as you saw big full tears cascade down sunghoon’s red cheeks as he tried his best to obey you.

“yes, you can.” your tone gentle in comparison to your actions.

sunghoon quickly shook his head, “no! can’t, please mommy, please!”

“hold it, slut.” you told sunghoon, sternly.

sunghoon’s breathes in and catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he tries his best to be a good boy for you, not wanting to push you more. his hips slowing their movement as he tries his best to lessen his urge to cum.

just as he thought he had controlled himself, unexpectedly you thrust your hand into him, adding in another finger to hit right into his sweet spot again. his hole was feeling the fullness and a hearty moan was ripped right out of him and he lost the control he had just gained.

"no, no, no!" sunghoon cried out as he spurted out his cum all over your fingers that were working on his cock, your hand stroked him all through his orgasm.

you pulled out your fingers gently, watching as his hole fluttered slightly at the loss of being full before letting go of his now limp cock too.

immediately, sunghoon shakily turned around and properly planted himself on your lap, his arms reaching out for you. you quickly opened your arms to catch his embrace as he let out small cries, his head hiding in the crook of your neck, you quickly shush his cries gently as your hands ran over the expense of his back.

"i'm sorry, mommy! please punish me."

sunghoon was always a big crier in bed but this was unexpected, you pulled him away softly from where he was latched onto you tightly and immediately took notice of his slightly clouded gaze. oh, your poor boy was in subspace.

your fingers brushed the hair out of his face, "shh it's okay, baby, mommy isn't going to punish you."

he quickly shook his head at your response, "no! i want you to punish me, please? i was a bad boy, mommy."

you let out a sigh because, how could you say punish him now with how cute he was? with one last look at sunghoon to make sure he was sure of it, you guided him to lie down.

sunghoon's member, though sensitive from his previous orgasm, still red and erect, rested heavily against his abdomen, looking for attention once again at the thought of a punishment. a hard strike from your hand came in contact with his aching cock which bobbed at the impact, eliciting a moan from sunghoon.

"are you such a dumb fucking slut, huh? you can't control yourself," another slap to his member. your hand reached to fondle with his heavy balls. sunghoon's little whimper sent a wave of arousal straight down to your already wet core.

you quickly pull off your now soaked panties, sunghoon's eyes trained on your movements, pupils dilating as he takes in your wetness causing his dick to twitch.

"you're such a pathetic slut, i don't even know if you deserve mommy's pussy," at that, a whine was rushed out of sunghoon as he fumbled over his words, but he was too deep into subspace to form proper sentences.

"aww, mommy's dumb little slut can't speak either," you move to straddle sunghoon, taking hold of his erection you run it over your pussy, the head catching slightly into your hole before sliding it up back to toy with your clit, mixing both your juices together.

getting too impatient yourself, your tight pussy finally sinks down onto his cock. the prominent veins rubbing up against your sticky walls. you head falls back slightly, as you both let out moans as you start bouncing on him.

sunghoon was so big and filled up your tight hole so well, your hands balanced themselves perfectly on his toned chest as you quicken your pace.

sunghoon's head lolled back as your warm walls enveloped every inch of his member, his pretty eyes fluttering close every so often as all he could do was let out pitiful moans.

you reached for his hand, resting it on the prominent bulge on your stomach as you moved on him, the sight was driving him closer to his release, however, as he was still so lost in ecstasy he could only mumble out a small plea.

"cum whenever you want, slut," immediately after, you could feel his warm cum filling up every inch of your insides until it was spilling out of your pussy, riding him through his orgasm. however, your movements never halted.

sunghoon let out another cry as you continued to move on spent out member.

"m-mommy hurts," sunghoon whimpered.

"good."

your pace only sped up from there as he cried out to you, his hand reaching for yours to interlock with. your own release was fast approaching as sunghoon's tears only fueled it further.

your pussy clenched around sunghoon's cock tightly as you let out a moan, you finally reached your high, cum spilling out of you and coating his thick cock, unexpectedly a heavy gush of liquid spurted out of your hole too. both you and sunghoon were surprised when you squirted all over sunghoon.

how beautiful you looked and the way you squirted was too much for sunghoon, he came for a third time, your pussy milking him dry as he shot his seed deep into you. sunghoon cried out from the sensitivity of his cock, his hand reaching up for you to stop.

understanding what he needs, you pulled off of him gently. as you were getting up to reach for a towel beside your bed to clean him and the mess between your legs up, you could hear a small whimper from him.

"shh, it's okay, baby. i'll be right back,"

it wasn't often that sunghoon got into subspace but when he did it was the absolute cutest thing ever, but you had to be careful he didn't go through subdrop.

as you got the towel, you came back to the bed to see sunghoon's wide eyes searching for yours, waiting for you to come back. quickly, you cleaned the both of you up before getting into bed with him, sunghoon immediately cuddling up into you.

your hands stroked his sweaty hair back gently before placing a kiss on his forehead (and another on his lips, to his demand).

as his eyes drooped about to fall asleep, he whispered out, "i i love you, mommy."

©spideyriki 🍉

[thevoidstaredback]

Okay, so maybe giving his calling card to a kid was a bad idea. He sees that now. Unfortunately, it's too late to take it back. On the bright side, the kid wasn't going to be able to figure out who he is yet based solely on a summoning circle. In the pitch black void of things, Danny can sense the card and the person who's holding it.

Maybe if he leaves Fawcett fast enough he can keep plausible deniability because there's no way that the tiny homeless kid he just met is Captain Marvel. Nope, no way. Not his circus, not his monkeys. He's leaving now.

"What happened to you?" Deadman had an insufferable grin on his face. Did he have the House drop him in Gotham? Danny wouldn't put it past him.

"Don't wanna talk about it."

"Where ya going?"

"To the basement."

"Why?"

Was the other ghost always this annoying? "Because leaving was a terrible idea. I'm going to go hide in the basement until the day I fully die."

"Aw," Deadman tried to pout, but he failed and started to cackle. "Don't be like that. Did you not enjoy your trip to Gotham?"

Danny was a lot of things. Violent usually didn't make it onto that list. However, he was willing to make an assumption. "So it was your fault."

Another cackle. "Don't be like that! You've never been to Gotham before. You can't tell me you at least didn't have fun."

They were at the basement stairs now. "For your information, I have been to Gotham. I didn't get to do much exploring this time because Batman and his gaggle of sidekicks surrounded me!"

"You've been to Gotham?"

"Not important."

"Oh?" The glee on the full ghost's face made Danny uneasy. "I sense a story behind that."

Oh, no. "No. I'm not telling you." He marched past and down the stairs, not bothering to unlock or open the door.

"Please!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said 'no'."

"Party pooper." he huffed. "You know I'm just going to keep asking, right?"

A sigh. "I'm not gonna cave. No."

"Ah, but you will!" That was the confidence of a ghost who knew he was right. Danny did not like how that bodes for him. "You, my friend, are a younger sibling. I am also a younger sibling."

Shit. "That....That means nothing. My answer will stay 'no'."

Deadman had the gall to chuckle darkly. "We'll see." Then, he disappeared.

Danny didn't sigh because he doesn't need to breathe. He was not going to tell what happened because what happens in Gotham stays in Gotham. It's a rule of thumb that people don't cross. Besides, Deadman doesn't know that Danny's actually the middle sibling. Dani, introduced to his parents soon after he'd told them he was a Halfa, was the embodiment of younger sibling because he had once been the embodiment of younger sibling.

***

"Please get Deadman to stop!" Danny begged Zatanna three weeks later. Maybe he'd overestimated himself a little bit.

The sorcerer raised an eyebrow as she looked up from the book she'd been reading. Something on runes? "What's he doing this time?"

"He won't stop asking me to tell him about my first trip to Gotham."

"You've been to Gotham?"

Danny groaned into the throw pillow he was clutching. "Yes. Please make him stop!"

"Sorry, hun," she focused back on her book, "But I can't see him."

"Oh. I forgot about that."

"Why don't you just tell him?"

Danny shot up, appalled by the very idea. "It's a matter of principle!" he exclaimed, "I am both the older and younger sibling: The middle child. If I give in, I'll have failed! I can't do that. Do you want me to fail?!"

"Okay, okay, geez!" she surrendered, "Don't gotta be so overdramatic about it."

"I'm not being overdramatic! I'm being just dramatic enough!"

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say, kid."

"I'm not a kid!"

"You look like one."

"Yeah, but I'm not! I'm-"

"King of the Infinite Realms," Constantine interrupted, "We know."

"Then don't call me a kid."

"Yeah, yeah, kid,"

"I'm not-!"

"Look, we can have this argument all day and we'll still end in a tie. I've got a case in San Francisco near Titan's Tower. Raven's coming along. Do you want to come with?"

"Don't you normally work solo?" Danny asked. Zatanna still hadn't looked back up from her book and he was pretty sure she'd tuned them out.

"Is that a 'no'?"

"No! No, I'll come with." Maybe having Constantine with him will deter the JL from hounding him. What do they even want with him? If they're upset that he died at fourteen, he's gonna scream.

The Brit smirked. "You sound almost desperate to get out."

"Shut up and let's go."

"Alright, alright."

Part 3 Part 5

Tag List: @zaiothe4th @someonebored0100 @wolfeyedwitch @angelheartgamer @nymanders

[baniisharur0tte]

Dirty Laundry ♡ (ch.2)

☆ part one here

synopsis: Tanjiro Kamado is sore from training, lucky he has you to take care of him ;)

word count: 9.7k!! <3

content: SMUT!!!! 18+!!! fem!reader, somnophilia kinda, oral (M!Receiving) P->V penetration, biting kink, developing a choking kink, lots of fluff, very cute!!! L Word, mutual masturbation, slight shame kink

authors note: hiiiii!!!! so my tanjiro fic has turned into a bit of a series, this is going to be part 2 out of 4. i just really loved the dynamic between the Reader Character and Tanjiro, so this will be continued for a while. i plan on releasing one chapter a week, however i am working on a few other works at the moment so updates may be later than i want. please enjoy!!!! tanjiro is such a sweetie awe <333

(proofread, but i am a dummy. ignore mistakes or i'll fall to my knees and sob at your feet in a pathetic puddle.)

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the day stretched for what felt like weeks. up early before the morning light danced on the grass, not back inside his bedroom until long after the sky darkened and dew fell over the ground. grueling training and the heat of summer crushing him down into the dirt, he pushed hard to keep his sprit high. but all the food and water in the world wasn't enough to stave off the exhaustion that set in as the day continued to wane over him.

after training was finally called off, he ran for a quick trip to the bathhouse. scrubbing dust and sweat off his skin and out of his hair, his tired aching body was begging to lay down.

wisteria soap and warm water soothed his tired muscles. he sighed and faced the water, letting it run down his jaw, neck, trickling down his tight chest, trailing down his carved stomach.

it's been three days since you two hid away in your room and explored each other hungrily. you've shared little moments around the grounds when no one was looking, sharing kisses and sweet words behind corners. every time, hushed pants and wandering hands quickly stifled as you hear footsteps crunching in your direction.

electric eyes meet across rooms, brushing hands light up as you pass each other in the halls. a quiet secret you share, pulling your bodies closer whenever you are around each other.

standing under the warm water washing over him, he recalls that night. the details fresh in his mind, having poured over the memory of your naked body hot and eager under him a thousand times already. your hips rolling with his in a complete connection of soul and mind. that day, you were one together under the hushed secrecy of your bedroom- blinds pulled, dimmed sunlight.

i miss you, pretty girl.

shutting off the water, toweling off and getting dressed in pajamas, he drags his tired body back to the dorms. once inside, he pulls open his bedroom door, weakly shuts it behind him, and crumpled in a pile on his bed.

he immediately feels the lead-heavy weight of sleep pooling in his limbs, the soft embrace of his sheets and blankets comforts him so gently. there are few places in this world you feel your safest you could be, one of them being the soft nest of bedding after a long day.

he quickly drifts off to sleep, the relief of rest washing over him.

the next morning, he rises sore and stiff. the early morning light dampened by the clouds that lay heavy over the grounds, dulling the sharp heat that cut down on him for the past few days.

a day made for sleep.

getting ready for what lay ahead and walking down to the dining hall, he winces with every move. his leg muscles are screaming for him to take the day off, pushing himself too much the day before.

he drops down on his knees at a low table with his tray of rice porridge and eggs, propping up his tired head in his hand. he barely takes notice of anyone in the sparsely dotted dining hall, a handful of people quietly eating. a gentle lull over breakfast today, as if the whole mansion was sleepy.

ravenously hungry and exhausted, he is somewhere between falling asleep, face planting in his breakfast, and shoving it into his mouth so fast he was barely chewing.

you walk over with your tray of breakfast, sitting down next to him. his eyes heavy and dark, you put your hand on his shoulder. the muscles are tight and knotted under his uniform top.

he turns to you and smiles weakly, wordlessly giving you a small wave.

"are you okay? you look a little... rough this morning." you say carefully.

he massages the bridge of his nose sighing, "yeah, no i'm good. training was just heavy yesterday that's all. we went from sun up to well after sundown, it was just a long day. i'm fine, don't worry."

"i think you should take the day to rest, that's a really important part of training. recovery is what builds you up." you say, gently squeezing and rubbing his shoulder. he winces slightly as you put pressure on the large knot under your hand.

"i'll be fine, really. i don't need to rest today, it's important i keep going."

you lean in closer to him, saying quietly "please? i have the rest of the day off once im done with pharma study at noon. let me come see you, please just rest today."

as he starts to shake his head in protest, you lean in and cup your hand around his ear as if to tell him a secret. instead, you gently take his earlobe into your mouth, lightly sucking and biting on it. his back stiffens, a shiver runs down his spine. "please, let me lay with you today." you whisper in his ear.

immediately his is weak to you, whatever you want he will do. expressionless with wide eyes, he turns to you slowly nodding.

his hand holding his chopsticks flies down to his lap, pulling his shirt down over the quickly growing bulge in his pants.

you smile, grabbing and squeezing his hand over his lap under the table. "good, thank you. i'm gonna take my food to class and start early, you go back to bed. or maybe have a soak in the bathhouse, just relax. bring some food back with you if you need to." with a wink, you got up and walked to the workshop to meet shinobu.

he finishes eating and neatly clears his dishes. walking out onto the grass shaded by overcast, he trudges over to the training grounds. he approaches his trainer, a small smile on her sage face as she sees him. as he gets closer, he starts quietly, almost sheepishly. "i um... i'm afraid i won't be attending training today, ma'am." he said with a bow.

"oh? you'd have me fooled, you are the first one here." she says with an eyebrow raised.

"i am unable to join because i need to rest, yesterday was a bit too much on my body for me to give you the work you deserve for the dedicated effort you make to improve my skills. what i'm saying is, it would be worthless to try to train me today."

she smiles warmly and laughs gently, "i didn't expect any of you to show up at all, quite frankly. and if any of you did, i would say what i'm telling you now: rest waters the soul. it is the cornerstone of progress. if you do not recover you will be weaker than you started. go, have a bath and a nap. eat well today, your body needs fuel to rebuild after a grueling day in the heat. come back to me when you are ready, and not a moment sooner." he nods solemnly as she takes his hand in hers, clasping her other hand on top with a squeeze. she waves him off with a "now shoo! go!"

he wanders over to the bathhouse, showering off and sinking in to the medicinal waters of the bath.

that bench.

his eyes flash over the empty room, smiling to himself remembering the day you found each other here.

your wet hair dripping down your body, your skin pink and glossy from the water.

god, ruin me.

his chest tightens, recalling how badly he needed you that day. it twisted like a knife to watch you leave.

seeing you today is the first time you've gotten the chance to really spend time together since he lost his virginity to you. exhausted as he may be, he was thrilled at the idea of just getting to lay beside you. hold you, feel your hair on his face. your breath on his skin. just feel your presence and warmth on his body.

sure, things were different now that it was all out in the open, but the air between you was still so full of tension. eye contact was always weighted, small touches were electric. it was exciting of course, but deep down there was a tangled knot of anxiety pulling on his heart.

that day you reset his jaw, and that night when he was sick in the infirmary, your touch was the greatest comfort he has felt in years. warm strong hands holding him, that small action felt like a shield around him protecting him from all the world's pain.

forced to grow up so quickly stunted him in ways he wasn't aware of until you two shared your bodies with each other. day in-day out training, constantly pushing his mind's resolve and his body's capabilities, war masquerading as 'missions', old scars and new stitches- he had grown beyond the confines of a young man. he was a warrior and a solider. but hiding behind that uniform was still a boy- touch starved and lonely.

the buzz and thrill of a new relationship is beautiful and exciting, but he aches so profoundly for stability.

to be told firmly im here for good.

to be held tightly and never let go.

he leans back on the edge of the bath, slumping down in the water up to the bottom of his nose. his whole body aches, it was uncomfortable to even sit up. if he wouldn't drown, he would lay at the bottom of the bath weightless and formless.

god i need to sleep.

he sat quietly for around an hour, only the sounds of his sighs as he tried to relax and the splash of movement as his arms rose out of the water to adjust his hair or grab his water from the lip of the small pool. in and out of a light sleep, waking to stretch out his legs every now and then to ease the stiffness in his limbs, his stomach growls again. he groans, frustrated and annoyed that he's already hungry again. he pulls himself out of the water, wincing at his own weight on his strained muscles.

toweling off and dressing once again, he trudges back across through the dim heat of the courtyard to the kitchen to find food.

he collects and armful of snacks- dried meat, dried fruit, rice balls, candies, and bean paste buns and sleepily drags himself down the dorm hall. once inside his room, he lays out his array of snacks on his bedside table.

he strips of his clothes and changes into pajama pants and plops down on the edge of his bed. propping his head up on his knee, he lazily munches on the snacks he collected. eyes drooping and shutting for long intervals, nodding off as he ate.

once full, he tied a cloth around the rest of his snacks and set it neatly on his nightstand. he then chugged the rest of the water left in his water bottle and flopped face down onto his pillow and almost immediately fell asleep.

he had the same short dream over and over again. you would gently knock on his door, slide it open, and wordlessly slip into bed with him. he would curl his arms around you, your hair tickling his nose.

then it would reset.

you would gently knock on his door, slide it open, and wordlessly slip into bed with him. he would curl his arms around you, your hair tickling his nose.

over and over for the hours it took for noon to arrive.

this time, you gently knocked on the door and slid it open.

he was sprawled out on his bed, one arm stretched up above his head extending his long broad frame over his sheets, the other hand resting on his stomach with the tips of his fingers dipping under his waistband. his soft happy trail delicately leading down from his stomach was so inviting as his chest rose and fell with soft breaths.

total concentration breathing as he slept, he was a force of nature even when resting.

his blinds hastily drawn half-shut, slivers of cool clouded sunlight gently swayed over him.

a strip of light lay gently over his cheek, down his jaw tucked into the back of his hair.

another kissing his forehead over his scar, slanting over his eyebrow.

the longest one was painted across his chest trailing down over his ribs. small specks of sun swayed back and forth as they were sifted through the young tree's leaves outside his window. the late summer breeze sings gentle songs to all who stood tall for it.

you stood in the doorway, lunch in hand for the both of you, drinking in the sight.

you always admired him with a cautious distance when he was vulnerable like this. so many nights in the infirmary you would sit beside him to watch him breathe. not daring to lay a hand on him or lean in too close, afraid to stir him.

to be caught looking.

this time however, he was yours to lay with. your touch would not startle him or scare him, you were invited and welcomed by him. thinking on it more, you realize you always were.

you step in, quietly sliding the door shut behind you. as you lay your stuff down on the floor next to the bed with a gentle 'thud'. he stirs a bit, opening his eyes ever so slightly.

"hey, you." he says quietly, his voice low and husky from sleep. he smiles gently upon seeing you.

you bend down over him, pushing small strands of hair out of his face as you caress his cheek. he pushes back into your hand with a soft groan, rolling over to face you.

"hi, love." you reply beaming down at him, your voice just barely over a whisper.

he peaks an eye open, looking down at the floor, seeing two bagged lunches and two capped thermoses with cold tea.

"whatchu got there?" he slurs out, speech slowed by the heavy stone of sleep resting on his tongue.

"lunch for us. here sit up, i brought you tonkatsu pork, rice, and pickled plum."

he perks up, stretching and slowly pulling himself up to sit leaning against his pillows.

"plum? that's my favorite" he smiles, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm.

"i know, i got it for you with that in mind."

he slides off the bed to sit on the floor with you, cracking open the lunch box. he takes a long deep sniff, letting out a quiet 'hmmm' of satisfaction as he digs into his food.

you sit eating quietly together for a few minutes, an easy stillness in the air.

"how was class today?" he said with his mouth full, looking over to you with heavy, tired eyes.

"it was great, the pace has picked up a lot now that i have the foundations of chemistry down. i'm going to begin making medicine with less oversight soon. yknow, less hand holding. shinobu seems to have taken a liking to me, she has been offering me more one on one time in the workshop. and i've even-" you clear your throat and lower your voice, "-i've even been tweaking a handful of common medicines from the shop in town on my own. i have access to the lab whenever i want, so sometimes when im caught up on my studies and shinobu is away, i strengthen them to get some more hands on application of chemistry. i'm not sure it's allowed, because it's technically formulation without oversight, but i never administer them to anyone."

he is watching you so intently, his eyes alight and drinking you in as if you are a god in flesh speaking to him.

"i'm so happy to hear that, im glad you're advancing the way you want. i'm really proud of you, love." he smiles down at his food with a light flush of pink over his cheeks, his face beaming with pride.

you are so smart, a razor sharp intellect he avidly admires. you are impassioned so deeply when you talk about your studies, nobody asks you enough about what you think or what you do in your day.

at least not enough for his liking.

selfishly however, it brings him joy knowing he asks you the most- he knows the most.

i would spend the rest of my life learning about you if you'd let me.

"what about you, how has your day been so far? lots of resting i hope?" you reply shyly, picking at your food. his praise makes you squirm inside. you are a bit embarrassed to admit that his opinion of you matters more to you than almost anyone else's.

he nods, chewing.

"yeah, don't worry. i've barely moved since i woke up. i've eaten and bathed, then i slept for about.. it's noon now so around 4 or 5 hours? i've been resting up as much as anyone can without turning into a big fat cat on a windowsill."

"any dreams during your cat nap?" you say teasingly.

he throws you a look before chuckling.

"yeah, actually. i dreamt of you."

your face flushes a deep pink, pointedly aware of what that has meant before.

"w-what about?" you stammer shyly.

he places a hand on your thigh, firmly rubbing small circles.

"just about this. about you being here. holding you."

your shoulders relax as he comforts you, if not slightly disappointed he didn't have anything lascivious to share. but you understood, he looks like he got trampled by a horse the day before.

"speaking of, are you still tired?" you say, packing you both of your empty lunch boxes.

"i don't think i'll ever stop being tired at this point" he replies yawning and stretching.

you pull your hair tie out letting your hair tumble down your back, peel off your uniform jacket leaving behind a white tank top, and drop your pants leaving behind your underwear. you climb into bed and pull the sheet up to your lap, stretching your arms out saying "c'mere then, sleepyhead."

he stares up at you as you undress, his eyes wide and his heart thumping, the curve of your waist into your hips, the soft plush of your thighs, your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your undershirt. watching you climb into his bed on all fours, your pudgy pussy poking out in your underwear.

exhausted as he may be, he couldn't help it. the blood in his body drained into his cock as he watched you, studying you.

he sat there staring at you until you beckoned him with your hands saying "you coming? it's your bed, silly."

he climbs up into his bed with you laying next to you, anxiously twisting the spare hair tie around his wrist.

he wanted to sleep, he wanted to hold you. but his body was trying to speak for him. he was so sapped of energy and moving hurt no matter what it was, he couldn't please you the way he wanted to even if he tried his hardest. nonetheless, his cock throbbed against his waistband.

you gently wrapped your arm around his shoulders, pulling his face down onto your chest.

as he was buried in the soft plush of your chest, his breath caught in his throat.

so soft...

she feels so pretty under me..

you gently untied his hair, letting his long, dark red hair tumble down over his shoulders. you looped his hair tie around your wrist, secretly keeping it for yourself.

you could feel he was tense as he lay on you. you gently comb his hair with your fingers, massaging his scalp. his hair smelled floral and woodsy. as you took a deep breath, so did he. you felt his body release, relaxing and sinking into you. one hand laced into his hair, the other ran gently up and down his taut, sculpted back. you feel knots all up and down the tight muscles running along his spine and in his shoulders. you gently nudge his chin, asking him to sit up. he picks his face up, slightly flushed with low eyes.

"lay down on your stomach for me, okay?" you say quietly.

"what for?"

"so i can rub your back, you're tied up in knots."

he nods, and carefully turns over to lay on his stomach, his hands laid one on top of the other above his head.

you straddle his lower back, placing your hands on his shoulder blades to steady yourself. he bites back a small groan as he feels your weight on him. it just feels good to have you touch him, it didn't really matter how or why. it just felt so good to be close to you. not only that, but your weight pushed his hard cock into the bed, catching friction as you shifted around to get comfortable. ignoring his throbbing erection as best he could, he tried to relax as you began firmly digging your thumbs into the knots that ran along his spine.

he let out a sharp whimper as you began, quickly apologizing.

you giggled saying "don't worry, i know it hurts. just let me know if it's too much, okay?"

he nodded into his pillow, "it's okay, it feels really good. thanks for doing this."

his words ring around in your head, heat pooling in your underwear as you straddle his warm, heavy, strong body to massage his back.

"of course, i want to take care of you." you were lucky he couldn't see the heat flushing across your face as you quietly replied.

it feels really good plays over and over as small moans and grunts spill from his lips as you work out the knots in his back, smoothing out his aching muscles.

studying the human anatomy at great lengths was not just for your education it seems.

after some time spent rubbing his back and shoulders, his body melted into the bed and he drifted off to a gentle sleep. you weren't quite sure when, but you were aware when his breathing fell into a noticeable rhythm. soft and even, his ribs rose and fell under your hands. but you didn't stop, you were enjoying this just as much as he was.

maybe more.

slowly running your hands up and down his gorgeous frame, digging your fingers into his flesh garnering reactions from him that made you ache, feeling the gentle heat from his body warm you as you sit on him, it was amazing. memorizing scars on his body, tracing valleys and lines of hard earned strength. you were in heaven just having your hands on him. hearing him moan at your touch, even if it wasn't inherently sexual, it was stirring you into a quiet frenzy behind him. it took everything in you to not lean down and trail hot kisses down his shoulders, his back, his neck.

asleep under your fingers, he groaned and weakly rolled his hips a few times under you. his movement caused you to catch friction on your clit, forcing a sharp inhale to leave your lips. assuming he was squirming in his sleep, you tried to ignore how erotic it was. it conjured up images of him, flushed and hot for you as he touched himself, bursting with unresolved tension from before you met under the hushed voices and hands of your bedroom ceiling.

unbeknownst to you, that was exactly what was happening. in a light sleep as you rubbed his back, his hard cock was still raring and awake. feeling your hands on his skin as he slept only worsened his condition, forcing him to try to adjust as he slept. but it felt too good. stuttering out a handful of weak pumps against his bed, his body craved pleasure he would have no way of withstanding. before he ever found a rhythm, his body gave out.

stilling again in his sleep, you tried to push past how your body buzzed with energy and continued rubbing his back.

after a little while, you cooled off some and admired him more honorably. drinking in the sight of his lean muscular arms hoisted up over his head, your mind once again drifted somewhere darker. you imagined yourself pinning his wrists over his head as you rode him, his jaw hanging open and his eyebrows knitted together as he rolled his hips with you, his thighs against your back as he supported you, angling you forward so your clit rubbed on his pelvis as you fucked him in secret. the hushed blanket of night hiding you two from the rest of the world, making him cum inside you over and over again until he couldn't stand it.

you shook your head and tried to snap out of it as you realized you had begun slowly grinding on him, your hands splayed out on his shoulders, biting your lower lip to hold back the noises you made.

you cautiously swung your leg over getting off him. you were not going to wake him up like that, the utter embarrassment and horror at the idea was enough to force you off him, instead choosing to lay down next to him.

he whined at the loss of contact, somewhere between asleep and awake. he rolled over and grabbed you, pulling you in tight against him. one hand snaked up your shirt, squeezing your boob, catching your nipple between two of his long fingers. the other under your neck, finding your hand and wrapping around your wrist. his hand ran down from your chest to your hip, pulling you closer until you felt his hard cock press up against your ass. he wrapped his arm around your stomach, pressing his lips into your shoulder and sighing.

his breathing even and slow, he was holding you close in his sleep.

you were practically shaking with how much it turned you on to feel such demanding hands on you. his hand slowly explored your body as he slept, rubbing your stomach, your chest, your hips, your thighs, gently grazing over your wet aching pussy. lazily drawing his heavy calluses hands over you, you were breathing heavily trying to quiet yourself by biting your lip. his cock pressed into your ass, legs tangled with yours. you gently rose enough to pull your tank top up over your breasts, feeling his chest and stomach against your back. his skin felt electric on yours, you were anything but sleepy.

desperate for any sort of pleasure but far too afraid to ask for his help given how tired he was, you cautiously snaked your hand down into your underwear and began rubbing circles over your clit. you stifled a moan, your hips bucking at the immediate relief of stimulation. his body replied, rolling his cock into your ass. he quietly groaned in your ear, still asleep but responding to your neediness. you push back on him cautiously, testing the waters. his hand found your hip, and weakly pulled you back into him with a deep sigh.

you repeated this a few times, each time with a response. he barely stirred in his sleep, but his body was openly responding to your movement. at one point, his heavy cock fell out of the slit in his pants, and found itself wedged between your thighs, sliding against your soaked panties.

he groaned louder, and sucked on your shoulder. his fingers tightened on your hip.

was he awake?

would he pull away if he was?

should i stop?

before you could answer any of the questions for yourself, he drew a long, slow thrust against your thighs, quietly moaning in your ear and lazily sucking on your skin on the back of your neck. tears of sexual frustration began welling up in your eyes, you were so overwhelmed with need. your fingers brushed the head of his cock through your panties, the stimulation of him fucking your thighs and dragging his cock against your clit was so welcomed you almost cried out in relief as he drew back and slowly thrusted into you again.

you carefully pulled your panties to the side, hooking his hard dick into the gusset, pressing his hot, leaking tip against your drooling wet folds.

he whined at the contact, kissing and biting slightly on your neck. you stifled a deep groan rattling up from your chest, his grip on your wrist tightening as he continued slowly pumping his cock into your panties, trapped between your wet pussy and your slick thighs.

he gradually picked up the pace, huffing and panting into your neck. you squirmed and rolled your hips back with him, desperate for more. you were using your fingers to splay open your lips, trying to get more contact on your clit from the head of his cock. he muttered out a low "fuck" as he pumped his cock against you, startling you a little. you still weren't sure if he was awake entirely or not, but he must've been aware of what he was doing to you.

soon he was thrusting faster, the wet squelch of your drooling pussy making you wetter to hear. it felt so good, you were getting close to cumming.

but you ached, clenching around nothing. your pussy was begging to be fucked, it was torture feeling his body thrust not into you, but on you.

you tried angling your hips, hoping to catch his cock inside you.

you squirmed under him for a minute, before you managed to work the tip of his cock inside you. his breath hitched in his throat, and he stopped. afraid you went too far and he wasn't ready, you froze.

he let go of your hip and wrapped his arm around your stomach, pulling you down on his cock. the long stretch of his cock sliding into your tight pussy was utter relief. you needed to be filled and he was doing just that.

stuffing you all the way down to the hilt of his cock, your ass squished around his pelvis. he let out a long, low, guttural groan as he slid his cock deep into your pussy. his hand snaked up from around your stomach to hold your throat, not squeezing, simply resting against your pulse, feeling you swallow and choke on your own moans as you adjusted to his length inside you. his forearm and elbow firmly pinned you to him, your back pressed into his tight chest panting against you.

"you ready?" he slurred out sleepily, rocking his hips into you to ask if he could move.

you nod against his hand feverishly, practically crying out begging to be fucked.

he lazily, slowly pumps his cock into you, weakly moaning into your ear as he tries to force his tired body to move more. he was exhausted, but he was utterly possessed by you.

he felt you grind on his back, sleeping lightly he was easily stirred. he had been fighting off a throbbing erection since you crawled into his bed, he was acutely aware of how needy you were. in and out of a hazy sleep, he felt his body roll into you. he felt your soft, hot flesh under his hands. he felt your chest rise and fall against him as you stifled pants. he felt your shoulder move as you pleasured yourself in his arms. he felt his cock slip out of his pants. he felt you hook your panties around him. he felt you squirm around until you caught his cock in your pussy. he was sleepy, sure, but he was awake now. he knew what he was doing, slowly thrusting his long dick in and out of you, your wet pussy making a mess on the front of his linen pajamas as you clenched around him, sucking him back in.

but he was struggling to keep up with you. hips stuttering, an uneven rhythm as he fucked into you.

"i'm sorry, i don't think i can keep up with you right now" he whispered between pants, trying his best to keep pleasing you. his legs were aching, his stamina so low he had just started but he was already faltering.

"do you-aah!- want to k-keep going?" you ask, gasping and moaning.

he nods into your shoulder, biting you gently. "yes, but i'm struggling. my legs-fuck- are so sore" he chokes out, chasing that tight wet pussy as best he can.

you reach around to push his hips back, pulling his cock out of you with a pop!

you guide him onto his back, pulling the rest of your clothes off. he follows, stripping of his ruined pants.

you straddle him, sitting on his wet cock, slowly grinding into him. leaning into his ear, you whisper "then let me do it, let me take care of you, love."

leaving hot, sloppy kisses down the side of his neck, he hums against you.

reaching down, you angle yourself on him and sink back down. you pull his legs up to rest your back along his thighs, propping yourself up on your feet. he watches you with low sleepy eyes, a dark lust washing over his face.

steadying your hands against his chest, you begin riding him, starting with slow rolls of your hips, grinding down on him.

he throws his head back, groaning into the open room. his grip tightens on your hips as you speed up, bouncing up and down along the length of his cock. crashing down into him, he rocks deep inside you his cock hitting your cervix. watching your tits bounce around as you ride him, your flushed, sweaty face contorting in pleasure, moans and whimpers spilling out of your mouth as you pleasure yourself with him, he can't stop himself from meeting you, thrusting up in time with you. pulling your hips down onto him, he fucks you harder than you can yourself, pushing you closer. the friction of his pelvis, decorated with tufts of dark red hair grinding against your clit was sending bolts of pleasure up into your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter. you clenched and squelched around him as he watched your face, his jaw hanging slack as he pants, weak moans spilling from his lips.

you were squeezing him, milking him for his cum as you got closer.

"pretty girl, you needed me didn't you?" he gasped out, smiling slightly as he called attention to your fervor.

suddenly shying away from his face as he bounced you on his cock, you nod, looking down at your pussy swollen and stretching around him leaving a wet creamy ring at the base of his cock.

your elbows give out, slumping against his chest and burying your face in his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you holding you close to him, pressing your chests together. your hard nipples rub against his chest, sending even more pleasure down through your body.

tilting his mouth down towards your ear he says lowly "you can always ask, love. i'll always fuck you. your pussy needs me, i'll be here, pretty girl."

a striking difference in confidence this time around, it sent a chill down your spine. you clenched around him hard, cumming down his cock at the sound of his low voice in your ear.

feeling you milk him hard for his cum, your voice breaking as you cry out into the crook of his neck, he cums deep inside you. you can feel his cock throbbing, pumping his load against your cervix as he holds your hips down on him. he rocks his hips back and forth, rolling his cock as he releases deep inside you.

you lay on top of him for a while, his arms holding you close as you both breathe in unison, cooling off together. sticky and sweaty, a slick pool of both of your cum causes you to slide around on top of him.

he gently lifts you off his half-hard cock, swinging his legs off the bed. he slowly rises, stretching his arms up and cracking his back as he walks over to the closet to get you a towel.

he lays down next to you, cleaning you off. you both use the small bathroom attached to his room, and lay back down naked in his bed.

you lay on his chest, drawing small circles on his shoulder with your finger.

tilting up to look at him you say quietly, "can i ask you something? it's okay if you don't want to answer."

he looks down at you, warmth and fondness written all over his face, his eyelids low and sleepy. "of course, love. what is it?"

you blush, trying to push past the embarrassment of your question. "where did you... um, where did you learn to do stuff like this? you were, you said 15? 16? when you left home? when we first.. did this, you seemed, i don't know, skilled. passionate, at least. i expected you to be a lot more shy i guess."

"i didn't learn it anywhere. you were my first." he said smiling warmly.

your eyes widen, you sit up a bit. "really??" you say, a bit shocked, "i mean, i figured you were a bit inexperienced- sorry that was kind of rude. what i mean is, you've been pretty busy for, i don't know, the last ten years? i had my doubts you had time for this kind of thing but.. first time?? really??"

he cocks his head in confusion, "yeah, is that surprising?"

"well it just certainly seemed like you knew what you were doing, my first time didn't go nearly that well. he was clumsy, nervous, it was pretty awkward, generally kind of... i don't know, underwhelming i guess? but with you it was definitely not."

he nods, thinking for a moment. "well, ironically, like a month before i lost my family, my mom sat me down and had The Talk with me. she told me about how a woman's body works during sex, what they like and what they don't, and how the best thing to do what to be enthusiastic and ask questions. we had talked about stuff like this before. when my sister got her first period my mom explained everything to me- how it's important to be gentle with women when they are on their period, to tell them quietly if they bleed through their clothes, to bring them snacks and a hot water bottle, stuff like that. from a young age, everyone in our house understood their bodies and what they did. when my dad was alive, he talked to us about consent. my little sisters would pinch my brothers a lot, and they wouldn't stop even after they got upset. he rounded us all up and explained that when someone wants you to touch their body, they will tell you. they will ask for hugs or hold your hand, and if they don't ask or they say no, you don't touch them even if you want to. if you did want to, you have to ask. if they say no, you drop it without question. oh, and there was one time my mom found my little brother-um-having some alone time once, and she explained to him that it was normal and healthy, but it was important to do it in privacy. she said everyone does it, yknow? she was really smart about those kinds of things and told us what we could understand at each stage of life. it's funny, before everything happened i was thrilled to have all this newfound knowledge because there was a girl in town i had a bit of a crush on. i helped her mom sew blankets to sell in the market on the weekends, she'd pay me with meals to take home to my family. her daughter was nice, i was like 'woah, maybe someday i'll do that stuff with her!' but obviously life had other plans. it wasn't until i met you that i started thinking about any of that again. it sounds really weird to say, but it's all thanks to my mom i guess."

you nod, thinking for a moment. "but what about stuff like, i don't know, putting your hand on my neck? or eating me out? surely she didn't teach you about that."

he cocks his head thinking, "mm, yes and no. holding your neck just felt natural, i kind of just follow what feels good. i like touching you, feeling your breathing, your pulse." he runs his fingers up and down the side of your neck, sending a small shiver down your side. "as for the other thing, she kind of told me. she didn't give me much advice, said it was too personal for everyone, that each person needed something different. i asked a lot of questions about it, and basically what it amounted to was that following your body language was most important, that picking up on what you liked would tell me what to do. just like, trying a bunch of things until i found something was all you needed to do. with a good head on your shoulders you'd quickly pick it up. and i did! so there you go!" he smiled at you, running his fingers through your hair.

"wow, i definitely didn't have the same experience. nobody talked about sex in my house. it was a bad thing to talk about, and none of the boys knew anything in my town. i lost my virginity to this boy in my village when i was 17, it was a few months before i went off to final selection. we had trained together for a while, he ended up staying home when his dad got sick though. anyway, we dated for a little while, and when we first had sex it was terrible, honestly. it hurt, it was short, his fingers were rough and pointy, he didn't try to give me head at all, it just wasn't very fun. i tried to explain to him what i wanted the next time around, but he wouldn't listen. he said that eating me out 'wasn't a real thing people did'. i didn't see him much longer after that."

he cupped the side of your face, rubbing his thumb along it. "that sucks, im so sorry. also, what an idiot. who told him that wasn't real? that's ridiculous." he sighed looking into your eyes for a few moments. "tell me, then. what are the things you like?"

you blush a deep pink, shying away from him pushing your face into his chest.

"like what?? i don't know what to say" you giggle lightly, trying to alleviate your embarrassment.

"think about it for a minute, i think it's important you tell me. you weren't listened to the first time, let me fix that."

you pick your head up, looking up at him. "i guess i'm not really sure what i like. out of everything, what we've done together is what i've liked the most. if i had to get specific though..." you trail off, thinking some more. "i really liked when you kissed my wrists on the bench outside. and i l-like when you kiss me all over, when you trailed down my leg last time. i like when you say i'm pretty, that i make you feel good. when you said i'm... pretty down there too. i like it when you bite me, and i think i'd like it if you bit me harder. i like... when your hand is on my neck too, you could squeeze a little next time if you wanted." you stumbled quickly over your words, stuttering and red in the face.

he pulls you up, kissing your forehead and cupping his hand around the back of your head, laced in your hair. "thank you, you did a really good job telling me." he mumbled quietly against your forehead. kissing you again, he sits up and pulls you onto his lap, straddling him. he brushes your hair off your shoulder, trailing light kisses from under your ear down to the curve of your shoulder. whispering against your neck, his breath tickling your skin, he says lowly "is there anything else?" gently running his hands up and down your sides, your back, your hips.

shuddering and shivering at his light touch, his words, his breath, it takes you a moment to collect yourself and stutter out a weak "l-let me think" as you try to gather more things to tell him. he keeps peppering your neck, jaw, and shoulder with delicate kisses, ghosting his breath over your skin. he was trailing down your chest almost to your nipple, before moving back up, teasing you over and over again without giving you what you wanted. you ask him to bite you harder? he will kiss you so softly you'll have to beg for it. he wants to know you need it, to have you pleading for more of him. he wants to be wanted by you more than anything else.

truthfully, your answer was 'everything.' anything he did felt good. looking at him felt good. laying with him felt good. smelling his hair, his skin, it all felt good. you loved everything about him, and everything he did to you. his strong veiny hands, his taut yet soft body, his hard thick cock, he's low voice, his dark eyes, his long hair curtaining around your face, every detail of his body, his face, his words, his soul. it was all perfect for you.

he was perfect for you.

"i l-like your fingers inside me, i think i just r-really like your hands," you gasp, still shuddering at his every touch, growing more and more sensitive by the second. his cock was growing hard against you, feeling your pussy begin to drool on him again. "and i like h-how you look at me, how y-you talk to me,"

he kisses your neck harder, licking and sucking on your skin leaving long stripes up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe as you try to talk. "yeah? keep going, i know there's things you want to try. tell me about them" he whispers darkly in your ear, the lust in his voice palpable.

"remember the bathhouse?" you choke out as he slowly rolled your hips against him, grinding your clit down on the length of his hard dick, smearing your slick all over him.

"mmm," he hums in your ear, "i do. i was ready to drop to my knees and beg you to touch me." he purred, biting your neck harder than he had before.

you let out a deep guttural moan as his teeth sank into you.

"i want to-aah, wait harder please-try it there too. when i saw y-you, fuck that feels good, i wanted you to fuck me on the bench. or the floor. anywhere. i n-needed you so b-badly" you cried out as he bit you harder, pushing you onto his cock harder. gently licking and kissing over the teeth marks he left, soothing your stinging skin, he let go of your neck and caught your lips with his. you kissed each other messily, running your tongue along his teeth and sucking on his lip. he groaned as you pulled back on his lip, biting it as you held it between yours.

"i wanted to- pull you back into the showers- drop to my knees- and eat your pretty pussy- until i made you cum on my face" he gasped between kisses, running his hands up your stomach, gripping and squeezing your chest as you rolled your hips over him feverishly.

he pulls away, a string of spit connecting your glossy swollen lips. he cups your face with his hands and pressing your foreheads together. "i'm sure you know this, but i lied about the cicadas. i couldn't sleep because i kept dreaming about pleasing you. my body wouldnt rest and i was tired of fucking my fist over you."

you giggled lightly, "i knew you were lying, you were practically drooling on the floor and your face was bright red. the only reason i left was because i was pretty sure if i got any closer to you, you would've exploded or started gushing blood out your nose."

he laughed saying "i think your right, if you got any closer to me that day i would've probably fainted."

you run your thumb along his bottom lip, your low eyes looking deeply into his.

"tell me what you did to yourself before you came to the bathhouse. tell me what you did to yourself-" you lean in and whisper in his ear, "with my dirty panties."

he groans at your words, a shiver running down his spine as your breath ghosts over his skin. his flushed face blushes deeper, his eyes dropping from yours. shying away he replies, "i'm not sure i can, it's embarrassing"

batting your eyelashes and running your hand up and down his neck and jaw, you purr "pretty please?"

he rolls his eyes smiling, "okay, i'll try."

he tips your chin back and lays sloppy kisses along the curve of your neck, slow stripes with his tongue up and down as you shiver in his lap. "i spent almost every night pumping my cock to thoughts of pleasing you. i wanted to make you cum any way i could. i would press your panties to my face while i stroked my cock, sucking on them to taste you. i even.." he trailed off, trying to distract you with more love bites and kisses down your shoulder and chest.

"g-go on" you gasped, not letting him escape.

he sighs, his breath tickling your chest. "i even fucked my pillows dreaming of you. sometimes it was so bad i just had to move, i couldn't stay still." he said quietly, as if hoping you wouldnt hear him.

pulling away to look at his face, he looked nervous. a sweaty flush across his cheeks, his eyebrows knitted together in worry. you caress his cheek, rubbing circles with your thumb. he softens and presses his face into your hand.

"can you show me?"

you lean over to grab your ruined panties from the other side of the bed handing them to him. climbing off to lay down across from him, he looks shocked.

"r-right now?"

"if you can. i wanted to see what you looked like playing with my panties." you smile devilishly, your hand snaking down to your pussy, rubbing small circles over your clit.

he felt so embarrassed at the idea of showing you how he pleased himself, but that feeling made him so much harder. it was so confusing, the last thing he wanted was to hear you say 'you are such a pervert' but the thought of hearing you panting in his ear as he pleasured himself, telling him how gross he was for lusting after you so intently was utterly eye rolling to him. looking down, your ruined wet panties in his hand. he palmed his cock around, practically drooling over them already.

she gave me new ones.

he slowly started pumping his cock, your wet slick and his precum lubing his length as he stroked himself. he looked over at you, propped up on one hand with your knees bent, flushed face and panting as you played with your pussy watching him. if he was looking for approval to keep going, that was certainly it.

the sweet warm smell of your pussy was all over his room, he could smell your skin all over him. your warm vanilla perfume stuck to him, torturing him. he slowly brought your panties to his face, covering his mouth and nose with them. as he breathed them in, he let out a deep groan from his chest, throwing his head back against the pillows. as if immediately possessed, he lost all traces of timid demeanor. he quickly devolved into a whimpering moaning mess in front of you, bucking his hips up into his hand. his sharp jaw pointed up at the ceiling, his tight stomach flexing with every roll of his hips. the sharp V lining his hipbones pointing to his angry red cock was overwhelming to watch. it was so hot watching him fall apart in front of you, your pussy dripping down leaving a wet spot on the bed as you both please yourselves in front of each other.

you pull your hand away, crawling over to sit between his legs. feeling you move across the bed, he picks his head up to watch you. seeing you settle between his knees he asks quietly between huffs "what are you doing?"

you gently hold his wrist and pull his hand away, grabbing his cock and stroking it. he watches as you slowly lean down and take the tip into your mouth. his breath catches in his throat, feeling your soft tongue on him for the first time. you swirl it around in your mouth for a moment, taking more length before pulling back up with a pop, a string of drool clinging to your lip. "try to tell me what you like, i'll go slow so you can talk." you purr, sinking back down around him, slowly drawing your tongue up and down his cock in your mouth, a firm hand stroking the rest of him. he was already stuttering and gasping, trying to understand how utterly amazing it felt for you to suck him off. he had imagined how good it would feel, your soft plump lips around him, but it was so much more stimulating than he thought it would be. little zaps of pleasure shot up his body as you worked your jaw down on him, the curl and twist of your tongue against him was overwhelming. he was sensitive and new to everything you were doing to him. it felt strange.

it felt amazing.

you looked up at him through your hair, he was watching you intently with a hazy adoration in his eyes. in a trance, watching the drool spill around him as you bobbed your head up and down on him. your panties still pressed over his nose and mouth, muffling his whines and whimpers as he bucks his hips up into you, squirming trying to chase your mouth.

you gesture at him with your free hand to start talking, he nods trying to gather his thoughts.

"i l-like this" he stutters out, smiling.

as you shoot him a look, he continues "aah!- i like when y-you pull my hair when i-fuck, god- eat your pussy," he fumbles over his words, squeezing his eyes shut clenching your panties in a fist next to his face. he tries so hard to focus, to speak coherently as you overwhelm him. "i want you t-to make me do what feels g-good to you. i want -hahh, yes- to worship your body and dedicate m-myself to making you feel good."

he laces his free hand into your hair, massaging your scalp and running his fingers through your hair.

"i like your voice, i like what you say to me. i l-like hearing the noises you make when i please you. i like how your legs shake when you cum, how you squeeze around me. i like how you taste, i like biting you. i like holding your throat and feeling you breathe, feeling you swallow against my palm. i like when you watch me, it feels embarrassing and i like it. i don't know why, i like it a lot. i like the idea of you telling me that what i'm doing is perverted, that nobody should know what we do together" he babbles thoughtlessly, crying out to you shaking and rolling his hips, unable to control himself.

"i just love touching you. i love being close to you. i want you to hold me, i want to feel your skin on mine constantly. i miss your touch when your not here. i love you" he continues, tears welling up in his eyes as he gushes affection for you. you lace your free hand into your hair, laying your hand on top of his to comfort him as you suck his length down your throat. he pants and gasps, moaning loose 'i love you's over and over, the tight coil in his stomach about to give way.

he cums in your mouth, squeezing his hand into your hair, pulling at the roots as his hips stutter deep into your throat. groaning and whimpering as he cums, crying out a string of babbling 'please-i love you, god thank you' over and over again. swallowing everything he gives you, you slow down with him as he relaxes his grip in your hair.

pulling yourself off, your face glowing and pink, you throw yourself up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck tackling him in a tight warm hug. you both roll over with a 'woah!' as the force of your landing pulls you to the side. he lands laying with his face pressed into your chest, one of your hands caressing his back and the other petting his hair.

"i love you too, pretty boy, so so much. i'll always be here to hold you" you say gently, pressing your face into the top of his head.

he wells up with tears, hearing the words and feeling the touch he never knew he needed until he met you. he cries quietly into your chest, shaking gently as you hold him tight.

"you don't know how long i've needed to hear that. thank you" he sniffles, nuzzling his face into you.

that soft little boy begging to be held deep in his heart was warm and safe. it felt like the first time he'd been wrapped up tight since he was a child, finally getting the love he craved so desperately. overwhelmed with grief and relief all at once, he cried silently into your chest for a while, squeezing you tight against his face. you were warm and soft and strong, safe under his sheets. safe in his room. no danger, no fear.

you two lay like this for a long time, breathing in sync with limbs tangled together. skin to skin, soaking in each others' presence. the clouds crying with him, a gentle pitter-patter of rain hits the window. the heat outside finally crushed, the air cooling inside his bedroom. the delicate quiet softly blanketing you two is held gently by the musical hum of rain. slowly, he drifts back off to sleep on you. eventually you do too, his weight and warmth comforting you so deeply that you fall asleep in his arms. there are few places in this world you feel your safest you could be, one of them being the arms of your lover.

♡♡☆★♡♡☆★♡♡☆★

authors note: i cried writing this, poor tanjiro deserves to have all the inner child healing in the world. SOMEONE HOLD HIM. HES TOO SWEET FOR THIS WORLD. i will never write angst for him, he's suffered enough.

[brokeaesthetic]

Please yall Please 🙏🏾 retire the freaky fics for a day and put some serious thought towards a mini series. I can't take the freaky onshots anymoreeee Please feed me some real food. I can't take it anymore. Like I love what yall are doing, but when I go for my daily dose of fan fics i want a lil more yk( Not saying people aren't writing sfw and fluff they are, i just see that there's a lot more smut, Not saying I avoid smut or hate it but sometimes I just want more substance, Ive been feeling like fan fiction has been oversaturated with smut the past couple years but didn't want to say anything). I am so thankful for the 2 sevika series I'm reading rn. Forgot the titles, but one is about a zombie apocalypse, and the other is kind of a slow burn, but one of the readers' legs is kind of messed up. " Why don't you write some yourself?" If you scroll down, you'll see. I've said this before, but heres the updated reason.. I write like shit, I would probably drop it after like 3 chapters, and I learned the hard way that I'm more for reader than a writer. I'm sure if I locked in, I could really do something, but I'm in Uni😔 so im locking in on these classes. I'm just begging you all to hear me out real quick

Here are 2 ideas

• Vi isn't just looking for powder after she gets out of prison but reader/oc ( Either they were dating before she got arrested or They had a complicated relationship maybe with feelings they couldn't explain, but they were close, you know something along those lines.) There's so much you can do with that and make it a series and even continue it into the second season. ( The relationship is rocky at first because they're both super traumatized, but they still love each other to a certain extent, so they kinda make it work. Then because they're traumatized. They keep making mistakes, yk the typical stuff keeps working, then not working. But Caitlyn isn't completely discarded, they also have a complicated relationship it doesn't have to be romantic, but it's a little interesting. But reader isn't a big fan of their relationship at all because Caitlyn is an inforcer ( Let's say reader also lost her parents to enforcers.) So she's having a really hard time with Caitlyn and vi's relationship. But it's not giving she's playing both of them, or she's dating both of them. Basically, everything is so complicated. But you can tell the reader and vi are gonna end up together at the end.

• This one kind of takes from the story of my oc x sevika story ( but I don't really give a shit I'm not writing about it anytime soon) Basically before all that bs happened with sevika losing her arm she had a fwb/fling/situationship going on, and it was kind of getting a little serious between them. But all the stress of the enforcers coming down ( We all watched the same show there's no need to explain) While all that is happening, they begin to slowly distance themselves from each other because of stress or whatever but then sevika loses her arm, and reader is all like "omg bae your arm why didn't you let me know, You could have died and I would have never known." And sevika is all like " Why should I have told you? I don't need your pity or anything. I would have let you know if I felt like you needed to know." And reader is all like "wtf is with this attitude, You know, you should have told me. I would have been there for you. What's going on right now?" ( By the way, reader isn't just some push over, she's a little sassy ( I love sassy reader so much) So she usually doesn't let savika talk to her any type of way) the story's basically building up trust with any other exploring a relationship and going through the events of season one together, and maybe even season 2.

That's all the ideas I have for right now.But you can't tell me that wasn't fire. If you thought it was fire and you wanna see what you could do with it, Tag me or talk about it with me, I would love to expand on everything.

Just feed me something other than smut fics(ngl ive been eating them but im just tired of it and want something new💀), and please, if you could be let it be a series IM BEGGING 😔😢😢

Sorry for any grammar mistakes

[allthingsfangirl101]

*Sexy Secrets – Steve Harrington

Warnings: teasing, turning-on tease, public sex, sneaking around, language

I walked back into the front of the store after grabbing a box of candy from the back. I smirked when I saw Steve on the phone.

"What, to hang out with you and Eddie "The Freak" Munson?" I heard Steve scoff on the phone. I smirked when I got an idea.

"Uh, yeah, I'll pass," Steve said to most likely Dustin.

As he listened to Dustin argue about something, I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I started kissing his neck causing him to suck in a breath. Dustin continued to beg Steve to do something while my hands slowly slid down his stomach.

"I gotta call you back," Steve said quickly as I slipped my hands into his pants. He grabbed them and turned around.

"Y/N Munson," he elongated.

"What?" I asked, faking innocence.

"You can't do things like that," he sighed, loosening his grip on my wrists. "Especially when I'm on the phone with someone who shouldn't know about us."

"You were talking crap about my brother," I shrugged.

"I'm sorry," he said, his whole demeanor changing. "I was just. . . Dustin's been hanging out with him a lot since I graduated and I guess I'm a little jealous. I know it's stupid but. . ."

"Steve," I cut him off. "I was just messing with you. I don't care how you see my brother. I've grown up with him. I've had people trash-talk him. I've had people be nice to me to impress him. I've heard it all. Believe me."

He sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest. I dragged my hands up his chest before wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he sighed. "I didn't mean. . ."

"Don't," I cut him off again. "Please, Steve. Don't."

I stepped out of his hold and turned around, walking toward the box of returns. I grabbed it and slowly started going through it.

"Y/N," Steve sighed as he jogged over to me. He took the box out of my hands and stepped in front of me.

"Don't," I said, lowering my voice. "My entire life, I've been compared to Eddie. I've been judged, ignored, made fun of. The list goes on. All because of my weird brother who is in the same grade as me but shouldn't be. Everyone, and I mean everyone, has treated me differently because of my brother. So please, Steve, don't do the same."

I started to walk away again but he grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to do the same. I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I'm sorry, Y/N. Let me make it up to you."

"How?" I sighed. My breath got caught in my throat when Steve smirked at me. He pulled me close, his face inches from mine as he whispered his answer.

"You're working the closing shift tonight, right?" He asked under his breath.

"Yes," I whispered. I gasped when he started kissing my jawline. I leaned my head back, unable to stop the moan as he started exploring my jaw.

"Good," he grunted as he moved to my ear. "So am I. And something tells me it's going to take longer than normal."

Steve quickly pulled away when the bell above the door rang, signaling a customer.

"To be continued," he whispered. I giggled when he pinched my ass before going to help the customer. It took me a few minutes to get my head back on straight. It didn't help that Steve kept looking over at me and dragging his eyes up and down my body with his sexy smirk on his face.

When the customer finally left, I practically ran over and grabbed Steve's hand. He didn't say anything, just laughed, as I pulled him into the corner of the store where the cameras couldn't see us.

The second we were there, I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his. Steve laughed as he started kissing me back. We let out matching moans as we slowly started to get rougher. I gasped, breaking the kiss when Steve pushed us against the wall.

"Oh Steve," I moaned as he started kissing my neck. I felt him smirk as his kisses turned to small bites.

"Fuck," I gasped when he started nibbling on my vein that always stuck out on my neck when things first started. I held back a laugh as Steve angrily grunted when the door opened.

"Son of a. . ." He grumbled. "Why do people keep interrupting?"

"Because it's Thursday afternoon, they want a movie for the weekend, and we shouldn't be making out at work," I listed off.

"Smartass," he smirked before giving me a quick kiss and going back to work.

* * * * *

I let out a sigh of relief a few hours later when the store was officially closed. I continued putting movies back on their designated shelves as Steve locked the door. I bit my lip and struggled to pretend like I wasn't aware he was walking toward me. Steve let out a small groan as he stepped behind me. I held my breath as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"We're alone," he whispered. "Finally."

I gasped when Steve grabbed my waist and spun me around. The second I was facing him, he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I threw my arms around him and kissed him back. We grunted as we fell against one of the shelves.

"Steve," I gasped as he roughly broke the kiss. I gasped when he tore open my shirt and pressed his face between my breasts. "Baby. . . The cameras."

He swore under his breath before slowly pulling his face away from my chest. He kept himself close to me as we struggled to catch our breaths. With a smirk on his face, he grabbed my hand and led me into the employee lounge in the back.

The second the door closed behind us, Steve reattached his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck as we both let out our moans. He squeezed my ass, silently signaling me to jump. As soon as I jumped, Steve caught me with ease.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve carried me over to the couch. I smirked against his lips as he sat down with me straddling his hips. We made out in that position for a little while before Steve pulled me to his chest and laid us down. I let out a small moan against his lips as he hovered over me.

We didn't need words as we took our time getting into things. We both loved the anticipation. I held off breaking the kiss as I took off his vest. I didn't have to give in until I removed his shirt. Steve smirked down at me as he tossed it to the side.

I gasped when he roughly pressed his lips back to mine. The kiss instantly turned messy as we continued to undress. I gasped when I felt Steve roughly tear off my underwear.

"Steve, wait," I gasped, pushing on his chest. I bit back my smirk when he pouted down at me.

"Baby," he whined.

"Relax, tough guy," I teased. "I stopped us because you're forgetting something."

"What?"

Our eyes were locked as I reached behind me and grabbed something out of the side table. Steve let out a dark chuckle when he saw the condom in my hand. Without another word, Steve took off his boxers and slipped the condom on. He hovered back over me and instantly grabbed my leg, opening my thighs.

He smashed his lips onto mine as he pushed himself into me. I let out a small whine but started biting his lip, telling him to keep going. We didn't talk. We didn't need to. We've been doing this for so long, we knew exactly what the other needed to get there.

We broke apart with loud moans as we reached our orgasms. Steve hesitated before he slowly rolled to the side, staying as close to me as possible. We lay in silence, simply enjoying being with each other.

"Can you do something for me?" I asked, my voice under my breath. Steve gently shifted so we were facing each other on the couch.

"Anything," he smiled as he reached up and dragged his finger across my skin. I took a shaky breath when he used that hand to draw lines up and down my bare arm.

"Can you at least try to get to know Eddie?" I quickly continued before he could give me an answer. "I know you and Eddie don't have a lot in common, but he's my brother. He's important to me, Steve. So are you. I know our relationship has mostly been us sneaking around, but I don't want to feel like there isn't a possibility of telling people about us."

"Is that what you want?" He asked, his voice soft. "To tell people about us?"

"Yes. No. I mean, maybe?" I sighed. I looked down and slowly dragged my finger across his chest. "I don't know. The truth is. . . I really like you, Steve. And, don't get me wrong, sneaking around is a lot of fun. I mean, a lot of fun. I just, I'm getting a little tired of having to pretend we aren't together whenever our friends are around. I want to be able to hold your hand, hug you hello, and kiss you goodbye no matter who is around us."

"I didn't realize," he whispered. I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. Instead, he sat up and pulled me with him.

I subconsciously wrapped my arms around my bare chest. Steve saw this and instantly started gathering our clothes. We got dressed, still not continuing our conversation. When I was done getting dressed, I decided to leave. I was just about to walk out of the back room when Steve gently caught my wrist.

"Y/N, wait," he whispered. He spun me around and instantly stepped up so we were inches apart. "I'm sorry."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't realize. . . I didn't even think about how us sneaking around would make you feel," he explained. "But I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't want people to know about us. I swear, baby. I have no problem with our friends knowing about us. I just thought sneaking around was fun."

"It is," I chuckled under my breath. "And we can still sneak around when people know about us."

Steve took another step toward me, our faces even closer. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering.

"That's true," he whispered before kissing me. Our lips moved in sync until our lungs burned. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily.  "I promise," Steve whispered. "We will tell our friends about us."

"Tomorrow," I smirked.

"What?" He asked, slightly tilting his head. I stood on my toes and pressed a messy kiss to his lips. I broke it, causing him to moan.

"Let's tell them tomorrow," I said under my breath. "I'd rather spend tonight alone. Just you and me."

"I'm right behind you, baby."

[saturnzskyzz]

Gi-hun ticklecannon's

A/N: 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴-𝘚𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘔𝘌! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯'𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘰𝘰𝘤, 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 😔 (𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵, 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢.. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢) 𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝘚𝘈𝘐𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛?! 😧 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘞𝘈𝘠! 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 :]

50/50 switch

Lee

・ basically anywhere, he's ticklish bro.

・he's literally a cat who begs for chin scratches, dawg. HE LOOKS LIKE A CAT.

・lightly flutter your fingers under his chin, and he'll lean into the touch!

・You know how people sometimes ask for back or arm scratches/tickles? Yeah, he'll ask for that but also with chin scratches. TELL ME I'M WRONG

・his worst spots are his ribs, hips, back, and armpits. ALWAYS THE ARMPITS I KNOW, it's common so I must write that down ✍️😔

・bubbly and somewhat rich laughter? Like not completely just "🏌 ha 💵 ha 🥂 ha" but you can still hear it a bit, yk?? please make this make sense 😭🙏

・"Haha- AAH WahaHAIT" if you will?

・I don't talk about characters having lee moods... But I might talk about characters having lee moods.

・it's not common, but occasionally he'll have a lee mood, but he doesn't. Know. Why!!!!!

It drives him crazy! The only people he's told was Sang-woo and Jung-bae, and they get a kick out of it!!

・teases affect him HELLAAAAAAAA

"Awe, is this a bad spot?"

"You're going all red, how so?"

The In-ho special: "what an interesting laugh you have.. Let's explore that, yeah?"

AHDJAJFJSJF HE'S MELTING AWAY

・such a squirmer, and will do everything in his power to block his most ticklish spots if you try to go for them.

He just won't let up.

You can try to go for his armpits, but he'll already have his arms locked in place, so you best go to a different spot to catch this mfker off guard.

・did I almost forget that he's a fighter?

Let's be REALLLLLL

This man may squirm, but he'll also try to try the upper hand. Which will most likely cause a tickle fight. LMAOOO

"WahaHAIT uhuntil AHA- Ihi gehet my HAHANDS on you!"

OHHH you're such a goner bro.

The amount of character I have in mind that would get flustered by that sentence when they're the ones wrecking Gi-hun is insane.

Ler

Bitchhhh you are NAWT ready for these. LEMME TELL YA!

・if someone already wrecked him first, BEST BELIEVE he'll wreck them worse.

"Yohou thought you ehended this fihight, huh?"

Exactly how that's written OH MY GOSH

・he'd be such a teaser.. I can't explain it

"Right here? Is this a bad spot?"

"You're silly, did you know that?"

"You're not saying stop!"

Me: ⚰️

・he'd laugh with his lee, it's just in his silly nature

・if someone's laugh is contagious, good golly oh mighty, he will not stop tormenting them just to hear it again.

His excuse would go like:

"Whihihy ahahalways mEHEehehe?" -lee

"Because I need my daily dose of *input name*'s giggles!"

・He's a little shit

・his go to spots for when he's tickling someone is the sides, ribs, and neck. ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS

・he'd play those stupid games like, "how many ribs do you have?" and "try not to laugh" games.

He's always one for tricks, so he'll purposely go for his Lee's death spot to either "forget" where he was at when counting their ribs, or to be like "awe, laughing already?" to the tntl game. SUCH A LITTLE SHITTTTT

・his favorite Lee's would probably be Ali, Sang-woo, and "Young-Il. I DON'T KNOW WHY!!

・best believe he's using anticipated tickles on to ass.

・it's the gi-hun special, if I do say so myself. 🙂‍↕️

・this mostly works on Ali, Sae-byeok, and Jung-bae, but a little on Young-Il..just a tiny bit because he mostly tries to make it seem it doesn't phase him.

"Oh? What's this? Am I.. Going for your ribs? Oooor your sides, maybe? Oooor maybe those hollows of yours?" STOP ATTACKING ME!! *flips table*

・he'll always say yes to a lee if they ask for tickles.

"You want back tickles? Well, alrighty then!"

・always a helping hand after he's fucking wrecked your shit.

"Do you need water?" his go-to question cause like.. Laughing gets tiring, man! 😭

[etheries1015]

Hi Entheries!

Been following your TWST works for a litttle bit, which are so much fun, especially the MC kicking ass one, and can't wait to see what else you come up with 💜

Wanted to let you play with an idea that's been tumbling around in my head for a bit, thought you might do a better job of exploring/making it into a blurb or headcanon.

It would be a Malleus x GN or Fem Reader who would be Yuu/MC (whichever makes you happy)

Reader loves working with pottery/ceramics mostly making teapots and mugs that are themed around the person they are making them for. Maybe making a surprise mug with a dragon or gargoyle inside for Malleus or a teapot that looks/functions like a gargoyle. How would he react/what would his thoughts be?

Hope you have fun with this!

-💜

I absolutely love this idea!!! Its so cute. Thank you for submitting it!

Malleus X reader - An apology mug!

Notes: Gender neutral reader

General warnings: None!

Tw: None!

When you had joined the gargoyle studies club and began using your talent of pottery and craftsmanship, it came rather natural to you when he had taught you to create your own. Most of them would be bigger and more akin to a regular sized gargoyles you see on buildings in order to present them more accurately for the club, but this had given you a grand idea. Making a tiny gargoyle, and merging it into designing a mug (your specialty) for malleus after a little.. "Misunderstanding" for lack thereof better words.

Malleus was only acutely aware of your endeavors and affections for pottery and creating little mugs and teapots, you had briefly showed him a few of your works when you had made an entire set for the heartslabyul dorm. You gifted Trey, Riddle, Cater, Ace, and deuce personalized teapot set that you had spent your free time between classes creating. Malleus noticed as of late you had been commissioned by Azul to produce a decent amount of these little tea sets in order to help boost business in the Monstro lounge.

"You have been working very hard lately, Child of man," Malleus pointed out during a session of creating gargoyles, "Are you sure you are alright? You haven't been overworking yourself? Ashengretto has a tendency to-"

"Malleus," You cut him off, "I am okay! I love my art, I enjoy that people like my teacups, and I'm grateful for the opportunity from Azul. He even paid me rather generously," You pointed out, working your hands on the statue you were occupied with. The tall green eyed fae pouted ever so slightly, unable to share the real reason was in fact the lack thereof time and attention you have been giving him while you were busy making these tea sets for Azul. He would attempt to study with you after classes, yet you have given the excuse that the deadline was coming up shortly. It had gotten to the point in which you were soon canceling days in which you would show up to the club. He was feeling...alone.

Because of this, you noticed the influx of items he would leave on the doorsteps of ramshackle. He enjoyed collecting little rocks and stones and knickknacks he found fascinating to give to you, gifting you necklaces, rings, earrings, bracelets...things that you may not normally put on yourself, yet shiny things that seemed rather expensive made its way to you more often now that you were no longer spending time with him. You were aware that Its his biggest love language, yet the extremes he had been going through to try and get your attention has gone rather far.

One particular day whilst you were in the middle of finishing up the task given to you by Azul, a knock upon ramshackles dorm interupted your intent focus. Opening the door, you were greeted by a man hanging upside down and a sly smile upon his features.

"Lilia!" You gasped excitedly, "good! I'm glad you're here!" You quickly invited him in before exiting into a different room, returning with a handful of treasures that Malleus had given you. "Please," You begged, "I can't keep taking all of these things! I understand it's his love language but-" Lilia interrupted your sentence with a hearty laugh, before sitting on the couch and leaning forward, the amusement glinting in his eyes telling you he had something to say.

"Well, I suppose that explains some of his current behavior back at the dorms," Lilia pointed out, "It seems that our prince has been sulking as of late. When I try to probe him, he simply gives me the cold shoulder. My assumption is he misses a certain human," He teased. You furrowed your eyebrows and slumped your shoulders, setting down the items you had carried in gently on the table in the room. You sat next to Lilia and turned to face him with worry in your eyes. He began to explain to you of Malleus' off behavior, how he would become easily irritated when the topic of your duty to Azul came up, or how your absence would be promptly noticed by others who had gotten used to you being by his side. Guilt began to creep up onto you, your heart aching imagining how it must have seem you had brushed Malleus off, and how lonely he must have felt when you had skipped out on activities with him, and how you simply ignoring the amount of items he had piled up for you had probably been seen as another blow to his pride.

"Thank you for telling me, Lilia...I think I have an idea of how I can make it up to him," You chuckled softly, waving the fae goodbye parting ways and returning to your station. You sat down and interlocked your fingers, stretching your back and returning to your work.

A day had passed and neither you nor Grim had shown up to classes. Texts messages sent to you by classmates were left unread, and worry began to fester upon your peers. Ace and Deuce were the most worried, and decided to be brave and ask the one person you were consistently with..... Malleus.

"What do you mean (y/n) did not come to classes?" He had asked with his green eyes wide in shock, "Are they not feeling well?"

"I thought you would know, Malleus," Ace shrugged, "You're always with them. But...maybe we should visit ramshackle ourselves-" Before he could finish making a plan, Malleus had already disappeared in a cloud of green.

He hadn't bothered to knock on the door, instead immediately popping up in the lounge of Ramshackle. He called out your name and walked around a few rooms, until he stumbled upon you sitting in front of your pottery/ceramic station with the door wide open. You were hunched over, your head laying in your arms with your hands littered with clay and paint. Seeing as your back was raising up and down indicating you were breathing and simply sleeping had allowed Malleus to breath out a sigh of relief, a kind smile upon his lips as he gazed upon your sleeping body. He walked towards you slowly, using a hand to gently pat your back in an attempt to gently wake you, when something in particular had caught his attention.

Next to you was a rather large mug, it was a deep forest green and well decorated in contrast with what looked like a black dragon tail that shaped into the handle spiriling around the outside of it (almost as if it was holding onto the mug). He picked it up and began to examine it further, noticing on the inside was a miniature gargoyle standing atop of a small Cornice. The gargoyle was very well detailed despite being so small, it was in the middle of the inside leaving a trench around it for the liquid to still enter the cup and be used as a regular mug. He was enamored with it, his eyes lit up with pure admiration and affection. the paint was sparkling in the reflection of the light, the tail that decorated it looked eerily similar to his own...however he didn't put much thought into it until he looked underneath the mug where he saw a few words.

"To my beloved Fae, Malleus Draconia" The words were small and fit just well enough for the width of the mug, it was obvious it was written by hand using what he could tell was a thin permanent marker. He couldn't stop staring at it. He read those words over and over again with wide eyes that sparkled with joy, finding that he couldn't control the wide grin that followed ear to ear. He read it about 20 times before he heard you begin to rustle around, before you groaned out of your sleepy state. Your eyes began to open slowly before gasping in shock seeing Malleus there, your eyes wandering to the mug he was now holding in his hand.

"No!" You gasped, "Nooo, Malleus! That was supposed to be a surprise for you-" He ignored your exasperated comments and engulfed you in a hug. He sat the mug down on the table and lifted you up with ease, nuzzling his head into the crook of your shoulder with his grip around your body so tight it felt as if he was afraid of you escaping. You let out a little "Augh!" Before slapping gently on his back, "M-malleus- can't- breath-" You choked out. Hearing your plea he loosened his grip however still did not let you go. 'Well', you thought, 'he already saw it, so... ' You gently hugged him back, holding that pose for what seemed almost like an eternity.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," He finally broke the silence, "I shall treasure it forever, trust me when I say no harm shall ever come its way," Malleus smiled down at you. Those were the words he had said, however his mind was running wild. He had always been the one to give and give, yet he never thought anyone would gift him the same. Words of affection bursted in his mind, baffled by this humans kindness. You. You gave him this kindness, and he couldn't be any happier than this moment. He felt so alone for so long, however you had opened doors to him that nobody else gave him the chance to walk through. You invited him to things, you treated him as a normal student, you had been there for him in ways he never thought he would have the pleasure of experiencing. And now, his precious favorite human had given him a treasure. A normal mug to you and others, perhaps, but a treasure you had made by your own hands with Malleus in mind. His heart was warmer than it had ever been before, no amount of words could he express the gratitude he had for this moment. Suddenly he forgot his woes, and all he could see in his line of sight was you, no longer the feeling of jealousy and sadness he felt the past week you were occupied. You gave a little giggle back and replied,

"Even if it breaks, I will re-make it for you in a heartbeat. I'm sorry I haven't been around lately, this I guess is my apology...I'm done with Azuls set, so now I have plenty of free time to commit to gargoyle studies club-" Malleus started with surprise in his voice.

"Did you think I was upset you were not attending club sessions? Silly human, simply being by your side is enough for me." Your cheeks lit up a light shade of pink, turning your gaze back to the mug trying to change the subject out of embarrassment.

"A-anyway..." You walked over to the table gesturing towards the mug, "I had some left over of this magic paint that Azul gave to me," You said, "The gargoyle seems black, but if you fill it with liquid it glows a bright green," You smiled, "Want to test it out?" Malleus could not hold back his excitement, you chuckled at the thought that you could practically see his tail wagging behind him as the tall Fae replied with graceful enthusiasm and a hand tenderly holding onto his newfound treasure,

"I would love to."

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I hope that was satisfactory! It wasn't the most put together plot in my opinion, so if you have any other suggestions and ideas about editing it and making it better, please don't be afraid to let me know!

And check out my masterlist for more works like this!

as for Grim in this situation...he took you not going to school as an excuse to also not go to school, and slept in all day.

[clawsandthunder]

✨ What I Want in Season 2 of X-Men ‘97 – A RoLo Wish List ✨

Hello Fellow RoLo’ers,

While it looks like the premiere of X-Men ‘97 Season 2 is still quite a ways off ... I’ve heard late 2025 or even early 2026 ... I figured now’s the perfect time to start building our wish list. Because if Marvel’s going to keep us waiting? We might as well be loud about what we want. (And by we, I mean all of us who loved One Man’s Worth.)

Now don’t get me wrong - Season 1 had some moments. But if I’m being honest? I was one of the fans who felt the pacing was off, some character arcs got absolutely dragged (Rogue, my favorite Southern Belle, I’m so sorry), and too many plotlines got crammed into too little time. Logan was sidelined. I had to squint to see him during several episodes. Ororo’s arc was once again rushed and underbaked. Our goddess deserves better. And as a RoLo’er? We got absolutely nothing.

But hey, I’m not here to rehash the past - the past is the past. I’m here to manifest a better future.

So here are my Top 5 Things I Want to See in Season 2:

#1 – More RoLo, Please and Thank You. I don’t even think they interacted in Season 1. Not even a glance. Not a growl. Not a single “are you okay?” between two people who have had some of the most electric chemistry in the X-Men universe. I’m not asking for a full-blown love story in one episode (okay, maybe I am)… but give us something. A rooftop heart-to-heart. A flirtation that makes my screen blush. An emotionally loaded fight where they challenge each other to be better. RoLo isn’t just romance and kisses that make us all swoon — it's wild and feral and hot, hot, hot! Bring it on.

🖤 #2 – Let Logan Be Logan Again. I get it — Season 1 was Cyclops’s time to shine. And Scott certainly deserved it. But did Logan have to be completely wallpapered in the process? We barely got to see him in action. I want an episode where Logan is the last man standing, bloodied but unbroken, fighting for the team because that’s who he is - the best there is at what he does. Give us the Wolverine — gruff, loyal, dangerous, and deeply human underneath it all. The one we fell in love with in the original series.

🖤 #3 – One Man’s Worth: The Sequel. This episode could elevate Season 2 to new heights. Imagine Logan and Ororo haunted by echoes of that alternate timeline — flashbacks, unfinished emotions, and that oh so smoking legendary RoLo chemistry. Let them explore what they lost, what they gave up, and what it still means. This is the perfect narrative thread to weave into Season 2, and we all know it.

🖤 #4 – Slow Down the Storylines. Please. I’m begging. Stop cramming five iconic comic arcs into a single 22-minute episode. Let things breathe. Let emotions land. Let relationships develop. It’s okay to build up instead of blow up. We want payoff. Not just plot points.

🖤 #5 – No More Character Assassinations. Season 1 was brutal to some characters, but none more than Rogue. I say that as a RoLo’er and as someone who loves Rogue with my whole heart. She deserved better. Her fans deserved better. Let’s see her friendship with Ororo again. Let’s see growth. Healing. Real arcs — not shortcuts to shock. I'm still grossed out by the storyline of Rogue and Magneto. So here's my wish here - Let's be true to all of the characters - especially Logan and Ororo!

That’s my list. What’s yours?

Share your hopes, your theories, and your dream RoLo moments in the comments. Manifest it. Yell it. Make Marvel hear us.

And as always…

🖤⚡️ Unleash the RoLo Love! ⚡️🖤

[justcallmesakira]

Bsd men with a childish s/o:

Sypnosis: how they go on with their day with you :333

Genre: crack, low key fluff

Warnings: mention of roblox, McDonald's, LOADS of blasting stuff, torturing Mexican man, war flashbacks

Dazai-

• one word, power couple (more like powerblasting the agency every couple of hours)

• he absolutely loves your childish demeanor, like bro you saw how he acts? He gives undeveloped 22 year old man and so do you🙃

•anyways he actually enjoys your company, your cute little childish acts and stuff

• ex: blasting the electricity cables of Yokohama, drawing silly little Sanrio doodles everywhere, going ":3"after cutely making the enemy go insane etc.

•honestly he would definitely take you to the playground instead of a fancy restaurant 😘👍

•probably swings with you on the swings •"Couple found playing in a children's playground before getting hit in the anal by lighting"

•bro he would go with your childish and stopid tactics😰😰😰

• "omg let's make a paper boat and ride it down the river😍😍🤩😘😘🥰" "anything for you babygorilla😏😈😈😈😽😼"

•like seriously though the agency actually worries, not for dazai but for when he gaslights you with a lollipop into committing double-plugging each other off

•he still enjoys your childish antics, you would go with a cute Lil face doing dumb stuff and he will just watch you with soften eye

•anyways you two have matching energy but unless your in real danger he's not saving you... He's joining you😰😰😨

Chuuya-

•hahh....

•he's so done with you

•you would act so silly and chilly that's he's gonna get literally WAR flashbacks (dazai I am lookin at you and your little lighter🤨🤨

•when ever he took you to McDonald's you would ask the employee for extra sauce and he would ask "why would you want extra sau- AND WHY ARE WE IN MCDONALD'S ORDERING HAPPY Meals????!!!" *slurps down every sauce packet* "it's for the toy, chuuya"

•he totally not traumatized by your tactics <33

•poor chuuya he just wants to have a nice romantic bath with you and there you are with rubber ducks and balls everywhere

•"darling Ily but why the hell did you stick rubber ducks on your body with Elmer's glue? 😃" -chuuya probably

•even during hard missions your so unserious😭

•it's scares him how goofy your are during a shooting..... *flashback*

•he wants to put like a dog leash on you so I don't wander off Dora the explorer live action (NO YALL NOT IN THAT Way) •chuuya=🙅 you begging him to buy a children's kitchen set= 💁‍♀️🔪🍳.

•he genuinely likes your sweet little innocent side

•whenever he's tired of babysit-- I mean taking care of you he takes you to kouyou and goes 🕳️🎢 'bye'

•HELP AUTOMOTIVE BIBI FOGASA STARTED PLAYING-😰😰😰

•he still cares for you especially when you are tired and fell asleep he would carry you to the bedroom and sleep with your head on his shoulder and him giving you a soft smile :)

•just don't remind him of a certain someone.... 🤕

Fyodor-

•he doesn't know why he picked up a street dawg like you

•careful who U call street dog before I leave you on the streets😃

•you and gogol would do stupid stuff in his room, run around playing tag all over his office and there he is with his silly little discord mod on his computer (fyodor please get your rusty ass off from that computer)

•you actually like his goofy cartoon mouse logo and made merch out of his organization 😘😘😘

•"myshka, why are you wearing my organization's shirt and a-" "shhhh- I am promoting your company" "what"

•he's just like chuuya but calmer and is questioning how you can act so carefree while he's brutally torturing a Mexican man

•LEAVE THE MEXICAN MAN ALONE FYODOR-🇲🇽

•still he buys you those kitchen set toys so you won't scream "shimmy shimmy ya" during the Doa meetings😃😃😃

•it's actually kinda sweet bcs of the dynamic you share like-- cold x cheerful

•you begged him to play roblox with you

•"I have work to do" "you can blast people in this game" "..."

•"yadayadaya safusafusafu" -you

•he likes your cheery mess but keep it at an extent before he sends you to the adoption center

•ADOPTION CENTER KINK---

A/N: I am sorry this is bad but it's my first post so please be patient I will start a writing blog with rules and all ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Divider crds: /@junkyukim on pinterest

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 2nd February ✨

I feel like I’ve had such an audio drama-filled week, it’s been so nice 🥺

🦋 @remnantspod (26) Hoooo boy. Listening to this one before work was certainly a Choice!! I found the exploration of how disability affects people around you in ways you can’t control and may feel guilt about something really valuable to explore. My wife had a big operation and needed a wheelchair for a while last year and it was something that came up for us, but I’ve never seen it explored in audio drama! 

And, of course, we hit again this idea of unfulfilled potential - the typewriter  that was never used. The scenes with Sir and the Apprentice were very interesting…The idea of it being safe to give the apprentice information because he ‘won’t last’ made me wince. Also I’m back on my angel Peter BS, I think Sir is actually meant to be judging ‘the apprentice’. The Apprentice seemed not to fear the ‘dust’ when he’s seen it. But I don’t know how to feel about something that can make Sir beg… 

🎃 Waiting For October by @monkeymanproductions (4) hello, I am here to give my life for Frederick! 😻 I really loved the train gremlins, for some reason they really reminded me of the film Labyrinth but I don’t know why! Poor Karo, every part of this trip is bringing up so much for her. 

🧋 @hinaypod (33-34) I’ve listened to so much Hi Nay this week as the episodes were split into parts. I finally hit the bit where Murphy has to make an awful decision, but I’m yet to see the consequences! The fear death books make for some incredibly spooky tales! Hearing the house-sitter story from both perspectives was particularly chilling! I think these episodes have highlighted how much they need Mari around!! Also, I definitely missed the part where Laura and CJ got together officially! Good for u, girls!! ALSO, the idea that The Benefactor actually tried to split the power equally and is/was only going after people who tried to hoard power is verrrry interesting. In my head, he’s been set up as the Big Bad but it seems like there’s more to it than that! 

🍾 @ameliapodcast (43-46) what a great start to the season! I’m a little bit terrified by Kozlowski, and a little bit in love with him. I don’t know what is happening to my dear Interviewer, but I need a solution fast!! 

🌨️ @thewhitevault (17) Ohhh Dragana!!! She has been affected!! I had no doubt that she would be able to get them out of Goshawk safely. . . but now I do! And ugh, the scene where you hear the woman’s voice go repeat the cry for help at a different door is just awful! I love seeing the grípralviðr in action! It’s been so interesting to get a proper look behind the curtain at how the families operate through the eyes of someone who it’s all kind-of new to as well! 

🌵 @desertskiespodcast (12) Songs? Sung ✅ Astral Plane? Saved ✅ Tears? SHED!!! I was having a lovely old time listening to this episode until the new little passenger turned on the old lacrimal hosepipe. I’ve absolutely loved this season and I’ve only heard good things about what’s to come! 

I can’t tell you how excited I am for the return of @hellofromthehallowoods this week. Get me back to those black pines, please! I have missed you so much 🖤

[quinnydoll]

You should watch Eureka Seven

So there's this neat little show I watched before I turned 10 when I couldn't understand a goddamn thing, and it caused me to think about the cool aesthetics of giant robots flying around stylishly on boards as naturalistic trails flow behind them.

I rewatched the show recently with my lovely nesting partner, because I wanted to revisit its world, and I was offered so much more than I remembered. Yes, the show is absolutely what I just described in the previous paragraph/run-on sentence(fuck you this isn't a school assignment) but it's also SO MUCH MORE.

I'm not going to beat around the bush, there's a singular gif I can show people that usually convinces them to watch it with the added info that this isn't just a super highlighted moment, it's just what the show looks like:

(side note: if you haven't seen this show in its entirety, do not, I repeat DO NOT search for gifs of it on this site, never have I ever seen such a dense wall of spoilers)

Still with me? I'd hope so after that display! Also, for non-mecha fans, PLEASE I am begging you to still give the show a chance, it's so worth it!

So we need to start off with this show's worldbuilding. The giant robots can wait, because first we have to address the most glaring thing: everyone seems to have access to these boards that seemingly allow them to levitate and travel in midair on these almost fluid-like trails. These are explained as Trappar Waves, and not much is explained about them early on. I'm going to keep my explanation brief, because it's way more satisfying to watch the mystery unravel through the course of the show.

Basically, the planet this takes place on is full of these waves, and that's one of the main things that everything relies on, and why we can see effectively airships that are just perpetually suspended in the air without need to refuel constantly. This is what allows them to stay up. Also the reason why we see characters with their nifty little boards. Oh yeah, the giant robots have those boards too.

That's the main thing I wanna address about the world of this show, because explaining the rest would genuinely spoil so much of the show, and the experience would be extremely reduced by me explaining. Just trust me, it's really good.

Now, the format of the show is actually masterfully done. The first arc involves the immaturity of the main character, and the format of the show reflects it heavily in the very slice of life format as our main character is enchanted with the conditions he's been put into. At this stage of the series, it's not very serious, and its stakes are pretty low.

As it progresses though, it eases you into a far more coherent overarching narrative in a way that feels really natural and well done. You'll never really "notice" the point at which "shit gets real" or anything, you'll just find yourself way more interested in the bigger picture of what's going on, because the show puts a larger focus on it.

There's a romance story in it too, and it's actually really well done, which is something I haven't really seen effectively done in a lot of action anime, but I think in this case it's because they don't really treat it like a "subplot." They do a really good job of tying it into the main story, and they make it feel pretty real as a romance, and by the end, the payoff is the most satisfying one I've seen of really any romance plot that isn't necessarily the actual main focus of a story. I genuinely feel like they could've conveyed the story they did without the romance plot, but something truly impactful would've been lost had they gone that route.

I think it's not unfair to compare this show to Neon Genesis Evangelion, but at the time, it would be doing both stories a serious disservice. Evangelion is a really effective exploration into nihilism and mental illness, but Eureka Seven feels like a direct response in the way it delivers its story. It feels like it did a Better Rebuild™ before the Rebuild movies even came out.(let it not be said that I don't like the Rebuild series, it's legitimately in my top ten.) Early on, they communicate a lot of the same themes, but then Eureka Seven diverges hard with how it explores the intricacies of interpersonal relations and how people will strive to do better and how people can genuinely be better to each other. I feel like the way it delivers that is genuinely way more effective than even the extremely cathartic conclusion to Evangelion 3.0 + 1.0.

Seriously though, if you're not interested in watching this show, I don't know how to convince you. It's truly a fantastic show, and it's honestly taken the spot of "favorite anime" in my book. I am no longer a Gundam fan, but an Eureka Seven fan who also likes Gundam. You're going to love this show, even if you're not into mecha anime.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello, wonderful people! I love your blog, you helped me discover so many beautiful fics <3

I am looking for some one-shots, where ineffable husbands wanted to have sex with each other but for one reason or another one or both of them changed their mind when it came to the real thing (got scared, realized that it's just not their thing, etc.). I'm in desperate need of fics about negotiating and setting boundaries and talking things through.

O know that my request might be too specific, and I wouldn't say no to longer works, when this situation is only a part of a bigger plot.

Thank you so much for all the hard work you put into this blog!!!

Hi! There are fics here, here, and here that you will be interested in. Those fics are more about sexual and/or romantic orientation and sexual incompatibility. The fics I have for you now are more focused on kink negotiation...

The Human Condition by entanglednow (E)

In which Aziraphale asks Crowley a question, which leads to him sharing a secret that changes everything.

warrior, guardian by artenon (E)

Please. Crowley’s voice echoed in his head. Please what? Please more, please keep going, please make me come… please stop. No, Crowley hadn’t meant that. He hadn’t said that. And yet Aziraphale could hear it, Crowley’s voice a soft whimper, begging him to please stop. -- Aziraphale is significantly stronger than Crowley. Crowley loves it, but Aziraphale's feelings on the matter are more complicated.

he still shatters always on her earth by sosobriquet (E)

Crowley asks to be taken advantage of. Aziraphale obliges. Things get a little sideways at one point but they fix it.

Surrender to Your Love by EdosianOrchids901 (E)

Aziraphale is excited to try handcuffs that block his miracles, but he quickly becomes distressed. Although afraid of disappointing Crowley, he uses his safeword. Crowley soothes him with reassurances and gentle pampering.

a soft place to land by PaintedVanilla (E)

Crowley isn't sure how to ask for something when he doesn’t even know what it is that he wants.

Kinky Angels and Vanilla Demons by ximeria (E)

Kinky Angels and Vanilla Demons - or a supernatural ethereal long journey of exploration. In which an Angel and a Demon treat the whole no fraternization rule with the same casual blasphemy that orangutans show to God. Or in other words, Aziraphale and Crowley embark on a sexual adventure because Crowley has gotten it into his head that should he ever instigate sex or Satan forbid, top the angel, there is no way it will not cause Aziraphale to fall from his grace.

- Mod D

[the-fiction-witch]

Ghostbusters : Frozen Empire

A couple days ago I watched Frozen Empire, after enjoying Afterlife.

So once again...

here is a serving of the soup from my brain.

Robert Frost .... of course.

1904… okay, this is not where I thought this was going

Spooky… ice room

No, don't touch the ancient things!!!

Trevor is an adult! and he will remind you every ten seconds about that!

AHH yes exploration

The what dragon?

MF drone trap

Oh my god the old ad

Ewww it's peck!!!

I mean... He got a point

Ohh Trevor no one is talking to you

Ohh damn it child labour!! He got a point!

Ghost dog!!

Bahhh… poor Trevor and his cheetos

Oh Greg.. ohh... oh greg

awwwww Ray and podcast have a show together!!

I would watch this show so much

Is this a different actor for podcast?

Lil staypuff!!

AHH!!

Ooh … I don't wanna think how

Oh shit

Ghost ball

Oohh shit!!!!

Since 1984

Trevor! No don't touch the goo!

Ooohh Slimer!!!

Aww poor Phoebe

The audacity of this ghost

Who is this nerd?!

…. Allegory

Awwww PRC

Lucky!!

Evil spin doctor cd

I feel like I've missed a whole movie or a whole show?

This is like… so much stuff

She sneaking out!

Ohh nooo they're testing the orb

They literally just established this whole other ghost lab two minutes ago just to break it didn't they....

Ohh okay no the didn't I'm surprised

Ohh melody diner!

I ship it. Ghost x Ghostbuster

Oh she evil

Bahhh… the lil cheeto trail

Oh no they are smashing it just later...

… Oh no. Trevor this is not your time to make a friend

sex dungeon!

Copper room

Benched? Retired?

Ahhhhhhh the bike!!!!!

Venkmen

Give this man back his shock machine this scene would be way funnier

Lovecraft!

Oh god crypto? Really

Why did we need the 1904? this is explained fine earlier.

Backstory via wall carving

She saw a moth!!!

Awww the original ghost

Ohh I wanna punch him

God damn the song..

I do not like the concept of accepted magic in this world

Oh my god please say this is Trevor's room he's talking into that would make it so funny

You've never used this machine how do you know this will work?

Ghost Phoebe

Oh shit!!

This… seems complicated

Feel like someone could have been tricked into this

Well he just froze a ray. We all dead

Ohh damn this is the day after tomorrow portion of the movie

Science time

Everyone is suiting up!

Get down here now! Why did they go up there?

Haunted ecto 1!!! and... do nothing with it!

I am… so bored by this climax

Well…. All of you should be dead

Proud of you .. awwww

Hello exmachina machine

They should all die.

Ooh so that was her plot importance

Did… did the movie forget half it's cast

Why are these guys just commenting on the battle and letting the Spenglers die?

I know this is a family friendly movie but someone should die

Melody and Phoebe these two should kiss… and I feel it was on the cutting room floor

The power of media manipulation

This movie 100 forgot Trevor was a character

In conculusion, I do not enjoy this movie as much as I do afterlife, I feel like it starts so many cool ideas and then... doesn't really go anywhere with them? I really dislike the fire magic thing it legit feels like it should be in a different movie. And this whole lab feels like it was begging for it's own spin off, or like I missed something huge, it makes so little sense this is here and the Spenglers live in the clearly not suitable firehouse. Feels like moving the ghosts out the dangerous firehouse would be way more important then dehaunting artefacts but... what do I know. It feels like they added so many new people and forgot they had a full cast already. I feel like Trevor has 5 mins, the parents have maybe 10, and way to much is given to the new scientist and firebender guy. I love lucky but she didn't need to be here, it serves very little purpose. Frankly I feel like any of these characters' roles in the plot could have been given to characters we already knew and had and it would have made way more sense.

Frankly I'm not surprised a sequel has yet to be announced.

[the-oracle-of-the-lost]

Section 31 liveblog

time for a liveblog i guess?

as a disclaimer to this i've been in a Real State for the past week or so and am having really bad brain fog (this is the first day i've felt good enough to watch something with a plot all week) so if i say something stupid or miss something please forgive me, i'm so fried right now and words are very hard.

i also have not been looking forward to this movie that much and was not a huge fan of the trailer and some of the reviews i've heard but i'm going into this with an open mind! i love Michelle Yeoh & Emperor Georgiou and i've heard a few mutuals say that this ended up being a fun heist movie which i'm 100% down for.

spoilers under the cut.

the little mirrored intro is very fun

unfortunately i am a sucker for movies that begin with a quote

one of the parts i was excited for from the trailer was showing more of Emperor Georgiou's backstory & the Terran Empire pre-Disco so i'm glad we're starting out with this

so was young Georgiou in the Terran Hunger Games or something?

or a competition to become emperor? hm. that doesn't feel like it really fits in with the whole Terran ethos of "you can only advance by killing your superior and taking their power" but sure i guess.

yeah the whole competition feels pretty contrived on a worldbuilding basis

also i understand why we had to make Emperor Georgiou a more sympathetic character (and i love the more nuanced sympathetic look at her we get in Disco s3) but ngl i would have liked her having a harsher more unsympathetic backstory so that her growth in Discovery isn't her coming back to her roots but her genuinely growing as a person in a way she couldn't in the Mirror Universe and having her be redeemable because she was in love is... not my favorite trope.

canonical map!!!! i love looking at the maps people create for Star Trek and i know we get so little canon information about whether things are located

(okay super nitpicky but on the map why is there a demilitarized zone near Cardassia listed when the Cardassian DMZ wouldn't be there until the start of DS9. i guess it could be another DMZ but i like nothing if not to hyperanalyze things)

(Trill is not in the Federation right now (or at least is beyond the Federation border whether or not they were a part of the Federation before this treaty) and interestingly is pretty close to Cardassia!! marking this for possible DS9 worldbuilding and how Trill might have been more directly affected by the Dominion War than other Federation planets)

okay back to the actual movie

is there going to be a yellow filter over the whole movie? i mean it's better than Discovery's aggressive blue lighting but i'm begging Paramount to invest in some decent lighting and color grading

over ten minutes in and i'm getting the sense that this is going to be a fun enough space heist movie but there's just no reason it needed to be a Star Trek movie (or that we needed to continue Disco's track of ruining what Section 31 was meant to be)

these costumes are very fun!! i'm glad we're getting fun fashion again and not just the same mostly modern human fashion we see in so much of new Trek

yeah this is continuing my Section 31 complaints from Disco as i knew it would.... i'm not as against exploring them as some people in the fandom are (i think the idea that there is a bad arm of the Federation working under the table is interesting and true to life) but Section 31 shouldn't be a fully fledged division with clear operatives and resources, it should continue as it was in DS9 – a few lone morally corrupt agents who manipulate Starfleet officers & anyone else relevant to gain control on Federation society in a "the ends justify the means" way. i honestly think part of the issue is thinking that the "section" references a division or department when it actually (iirc) refers to the section in the Federation founding document that allows for extreme measures to be taken in the interests of security and the fact that it was never a fully fledged division and didn't have physical resources was part of the point.

who wrote "Deltan sexy time charm" and thought that was a good line to keep in a movie?

tbh i wasn't a huge fan of the editing style in the trailer but in situ it's fun in a camp way. idk if others agree but it's fun for Star Trek to branch out into new types of style & tone instead of just doing epic space action flicks all the time.

okay what's with the singer just singing like three words at a time in between scene cuts? i know i just said i was kind of jiving with the editing but? not that? (also... just never a huge fan of putting modern music in future/alien settings.)

okay the mech design is kind of stupid (and i really wish Star Trek would be consistent about cyborgs & cybernetic enhancements!!)

they were really trying to go for the Suicide Squad vibes huh

not sure about any of these one off characters (too Suicide Squad-y) but i appreciate they were trying to go for some new styles of characters and not just the usual Vulcan, Klingon, etc.

i'll reiterate the "no one in Starfleet is supposed to know about Section 31, that's the point!" again but i'll stop going on about it now. it's not fun to watch a movie where i'm disagreeing with the point of it the whole way through.

the phase pod is a cool tech idea but man it's overpowered if it's used again

yeah mystery guy with a mask? definitely Georgiou's love interest from the beginning who she scarred right?

interested to see what could possibly be the plot justification for him turning up in another universe.

disclaimer that i'm fully turned away from the screen during any fight sequence because they're gonna give me a headache if i look at it so i will not have much to add about any of the fighting (other than pleading Hollywood to change their currently favored quick cut fight scene style so i can watch action movies again)

oh or masked guy isn't San i guess? (or he lived but i'm struggling to work out how)

oh so very interesting canon info if this movie is sticking with the idea of the Eugenics wars happening in the late 20th/early 21st century a la TOS and not pushing it back like SNW to keep up with our present. honestly giving more credence to the theory that SNW is a completely separate timeline (but mildly confusing given that both SNW & this movie are based off of Disco and there aren't really any timeline divergent points i can think of?)

i am actually glad to see a character from our present (ish) who've time jumped to the Star Trek future, i always thought that was a really underexplored concept that was brought up a few times in TOS & TNG but never fleshed out.

okay yeah "guy who lived through the Eugenics Wars but was forcibly turned into an Augment and hates himself because of it" is a really solid character base.

however a lot of the other side characters are... not my favorite.

okay calling a character "Dada" pronounced like the alternate pronunciation of Data is a good bit

i was going to be a little annoyed by how common the crossings between universes seems but honestly it's pretty fucking easy in DS9 to go between the Federation and the Terran Empire so i guess this is just how it is. honestly it's funnier that way.

this is the third time i've had to refresh paramount and i'm not even halfway through the movie. please fix your fucking website.

Zeph, Quasi, & Fuzz are so insufferable, can we just kill them all already? sorry not sorry.

yeah Garrett's definitely the mole.

mmm i just realized that Alok's backstory with being adopted by a warlord and forced to be like her is exactly what Georgiou did to mirror!Michael. that's tasty actually. (on second thought it's probably meant to be paralleling Georgiou & San but i care about mirror!Michael a lot more than San tbh)

(thank god he's dead)

ok ok i think it was Fuzz who possessed Garrett and made her murder Zeph.

i'm starting to like this movie and then they'll write "chaos goblin" into the script.

okay well i was mostly right.

and masked guy is San! who would have seen that coming!

kinda digging Georgiou & Garrett's relationship here.

okay i wasn't sure about having one of the characters sympathetic to the Bomb That Destroys Everything but the justification that it allows microbes like him to live makes sense!

we truly only see Rachel Garrett on the definitive two worst days of her life. i hope she gets to like. take a nap sometimes or something.

ooh alien kid's toy is very fun.

we only have 10 minutes left how is this supposed to be wrapped up?

yikes that's a nasty place to be stabbed

yeah i don't necessarily dislike the Georgiou/San storyline but the emotional beats are not really hitting for me. love the potential for this fucked up dynamic though and i'm sure some fanfic writers are gonna have fun out there.

yeah if that bomb was meant to destroy quadrants, there is no way anyone is surviving being that close

Georgiou should have kept the cool scar on her face!! i know they have dermal regenerators and everything but have you considered that scars are sexy?

eh not a big fan of this ending. i was starting to forget about the reasons i dislike Section 31 and now i'm remembering again.

JAMIE LEE CURTIS?????

okay we're all done.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

it was fine. idk people are review bombing the movie & kicking up such a fuss about it but other than the concept of Section 31 being used this way (which. again. Discovery led us down this path, it isn't unique to this movie), it was a fine & fun movie. some of the side characters were annoying, there was some cringe dialogue every once in awhile, the plot was a little contrived, and i wish the emotional beats hit a little bit more but there were some moments i really liked! i thought Alok was a very good character and will be Thinking about him. i liked Rachel Garrett a lot. obviously Michelle Yeoh was great. and ultimately, it doesn't really touch any part of the Star Trek canon that i care about so there wasn't anything to ruin or anything that i could super latch onto.

ultimately i do think it might have been a better movie if it just... wasn't Section 31 and it was just a group of vigilantes unassociated with the Federation but i think the powers that be were soooo obsessed with getting Section 31 back into Star Trek despite literally no one caring about it.

so yeah – it's a fun movie, i genuinely had a pretty good time watching it aside from the occasional cringe dialogue. like the way people were talking about it, i was expecting Nemesis levels of bad movie (which was a movie so bad that i had to take a walk in the middle of the night after watching it) or Into Darkness but it was Fine. i honestly had a better time with it than the AOS movies and would encourage people to watch it with an open mind. overall, it's like a 6/10 for me.

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