#sorry for typos :(

[yanderemommabean]

Choso who insists on doing everything with you. Showering with you, having his muscular arms wrapped around you, head against your shoulder as he breathes you in. It’s one of the few times he gets eerily quiet, just basking in the warmth with you, feeling you against him and grounding him back to earth.

Cooking for you, getting antsy when he sees you grabbing for anything sharp, demanding you either let him do it or at the very least allow him to handle all heat and sharps. You explain that you aren’t a child and know what you’re doing but he doesn’t listen, doesn’t /care/. Besides when he makes it, you always say it tastes special! Not that you need to know what he adds everytime…

Slides in bed beside you, pulling you into his chest, wishing you didn’t put on pajamas at all so he can feel all of you, wanting to let his fingers map out your skin so he never forgets the feeling. You just try to lay on your side but that just gives the man access to your thighs, that he’s more than happy to show appreciation for, especially since you insist your underwear stays on if he’s staying a night.

(Said underwear is sniffed desperately when you’re alseep. He jerks his cock in long, languid strokes to savor it as he inhales your musk, mouth watering and begging to feel you on his tongue).

Choso being a clingy, perverted and protective yandere 💕💕

-Mommabean

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY THREE: THIGH-RIDING FT. KAGEYAMA

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: fem reader, female anatomy, thigh-riding, soft!dom kageyama, y/n is needy, not much dialog.

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 730+

"tobio"

y/n tugged at the hem of her boyfriend's shirt, due to the fact that vocally calling for his attention wasn't really getting her anywhere. he let out an uninterested hum, eyes still focused on his phone.

the screen was displaying one of his recent games and like usual, he was overlooking it to check for any kinds of mistakes that he might've made during it.

of course, y/n was okay with that but since it was now his third time rewatching the video, she was kind of getting bored due to the lack of entertainment and attention that she desperately wanted.

"I'm gonna go home if you decide to ignore me for the rest of the night"

with those words, kageyama's eyes left the bright screen of his phone and was instead, focused on the bored and annoyed expression on y/n's features. "let me just finish this last part of the video. it's only two more minutes"

y/n quietly groaned at his response before dramatically raising her head just to rest it on his slightly exposed hip. his shorts were loose around his waist and y/n took that as a way to entertain herself.

hooking a finger into the loose hem of the fabric, she slowly ran it back and forth on the underside of it, making kageyama's breathing slightly hitch.

y/n absentmindedly tugged down the fabric more and more as seconds passed by, making a shiver run through kageyama's slightly exposed body.

his hand traveled to y/n's own, stopping her movements before he mumbled something along the lines of "not right now, n/n". he removed her hand from it's previous placing, making y/n let out a small whine.

although the hem of his shorts were no longer being touched, it failed to return to it's previous placement so it resided even lower on his waistline, this time, exposing the indentation of his v-line.

"you really want my attention today, don't you?" kageyama's words were followed with the action of him shutting his phone off and placing it on the nightstand next to him. "come here"

y/n almost immediately straddled his lap and focused her eye's into the ones of kageyama. he slightly tilted his head to place small kisses to her skin, not missing the chance to bring purple bruisings to the surface.

due to being without the reliving touch of pleasure for so long, just the slightest warm contact to the most sensitive parts of her neck felt like paradise itself. y/n couldn't help but grind against kageyama's thigh as she let out small moans from double the satisfaction.

"you're gonna cum if you keep doing that, you know?"

kageyama's hand snuck to y/n's hips stopping her movements before instructing her to remove the lower half of her clothing. in desperate need to return to her previous actions, y/ n immediately followed his words while he removed his own shorts, leaving him in only his briefs.

letting small babbles of his name leave her lips through unsteady breaths, y/n finally continued her movements, this time, a sheen coating of her arousal slowly began to spread against his skin.

kageyama couldn't help but let a small moan escape from his throat once her felt y/n lean forward just a bit more to apply more friction against her bud. "tobio-"

his name came out as a whine when she couldn't help but slow her actions due to her muscles getting sore from the movement. kageyama noticed and placed his hand back onto her hips before aiding her to continue.

y/n was thankful for his gesture when she felt her height of pleasure finally beginning to reach it peak at a faster pace. leaning closer against kageyama to rest her forehead onto his shoulder, y/n allowed a sigh to meet the fabric of kageyama's hoodie.

"go ahead and cum for me, n/n"

and with one last drawn out moan, y/n felt that relieving pleasure surface as kageyama let out a small sigh at the sight of her hips uncontrollably jerking against him. "is that enough attention?" he question after her breathing finally steadied.

"nope" she mumble, lifting her head from his shoulder to look down at his tired features. "well, let's not stop until you feel satisfied enough" kageyama placed a kiss to y/ n's parted lips, catching her by surprise when she felt his hand sneak around to her sensitive sex.

"wait-!"

[mikedfaist]

how long does it take mike and reader to get back together? and how does it happen?

It’s definitely not a quick thing. She stays in London after Glasto, spending time in the studio and hanging out with her friends. I imagine he reaches out to her regarding her performance — really just wondering if she’s okay — but he does praise her to no end. She doesn’t reply; she just needs her space right now.

It’s probably a couple weeks before she goes back to New York, and she doesn’t tell him she’s back. He finds out through a friend who saw her mentioned on Deux Moi.

“Saw [reader] leaving Carbone last night and getting into a car with some friends.”

He still has a key to their apartment, and he probably shows up one night when she’s out. She’s not exactly thrilled to see him; it takes several minutes to get her heart rate back to a natural rhythm, but he’s desperate to talk to her. Work something out.

“You didn’t say you were back.”

“Figured you didn’t care.”

“Stop—“

“Didn’t care that I left.” The silence that fills the space between them stings. “You still have your key?”

“Yeah.”

“Leave it on the counter.”

He says her name dripping with pain. This isn’t how he wanted it to go. He watches her walk into the kitchen and fill up a glass of water.

“I’m trying to be civil, I really am, Mike, but pardon me if I’m a little fucking bitter right now. I’m not in the mood to talk. I just wanted to come home, take a bubble bath and go to bed.”

He nods, and tightens his grip on the key. “I don’t want it to end like this.”

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to go up there, in front of 100,000 people, and just pretend you didn’t get your fucking heart ripped from your chest—“

“Hey—“

“I couldn’t keep myself together. It’s what the whole world’s talking about right now. Every fucking outlet. Not how good I did, but that.” He doesn’t say anything. “So excuse me, if I don’t want to see you right now.”

He ends up leaving, key tucked away in his pocket. You don’t speak for another week, and this time you invite him over.

It begins with a two-hour conversation on the couch, that leads to the kitchen, which leads to you sat atop the counters with him nestled between your legs, his lips sucking away at the skin of your neck. It ends with him in your bed.

[sluggsoupp]

Post regarding @harvestedfaith

Hello slenderverse fandom, this is something I never thought I would have to do but here we are.

This is a callout post for the slenderverse blog harvested faith, which at this point seems to have more out of character posts than an actual story so calling it that is almost a stretch at this point.

After knowing and talking with the creator for about a month now, I have evidence that at least some of the hate they have been receiving they have been sending to themselves off of sideblogs.

I met the creator, who I will call jesse, through the found&lost discord. Found&lost is another series that takes place on youtube and tumblr. I have fallen in love with the series and grown close with it’s creator and was excited to start chatting with anyone else who was interested in it, that’s how me and jesse started talking.

Jesse got in contact with found&lost’s creator jb, and they began to collaborate and slowly intertwine their lore together.

Soon after meeting jesse, their blog started receiving hate and an account was made to “callout” things they had done(which I believe was @electric-kitty). Now, I do not know who made that account and I do believe the claims they made were completely false. Not to mention the account made many transphobic and antisemitic comments in reference to jesse.

Since then jesse has been consistently receiving hate, they even had one of their blogs banned. I sympathize with them and started chatting with him in dms on discord, trying to make sure he was ok as his mental health was clearly in a poor state. However after I started talking to him one on one I started noticing odd behavior.

They told me that they had sent an ask to the creator of hollowhemlocks about their own blog, from a sideblog. They sent me a screenshot of this. Shortly after they began to start almost bragging about the fact that hollowhemlocks creator had blocked them on the harvestedfaith blog. I bring this up because in the screenshot they included their side blog. That sideblog was @x-aranoia. This sideblog shortly after can be seen sending hate to the harvestfaith account.

EVIDENCE:

Today the harvestfaith account was also sent an anonymous ask that, alongside calling jesse slurs and telling him to take his life, the ask pointed out how they had been blocked by a slenderverse creator. That is not public knowledge, I checked. They told me personally about it when it happened and after checking with jb, he told him as well. I do not have proof that he sent that ask to himself, but what I do know is that the behavior is incredibly suspicious.

One final point to make, in a recent post they made explaining why they were going on hiatus, they admitted that the characters in their blog are not characters but actually ALTERS. They have never at any point clarified this on or outside of the blog. I AM NOT HERE TO FAKE CLAIM THEM. I do think that their behavior of treating their alters like fictional characters and involving them in other actual fictional series is an incredibly unhealthy behavior, I tried to speak with them about this in dms on discord, they proceeded to ignore me and then make a new discord.

I do not believe that jesse has any malicious intentions, however their behaviors are incredibly toxic and unhealthy and SHOULD NOT BE ENCOURAGED. Giving them attention and allowing them to continue on the platforms they have is dangerous FOR THEM.

So please I ask that you do not interact with these accounts. I think for now the best course of action is to block them and hope that he takes personal action to take better care of himself.

Jesse, I assume you are reading this. PLEASE TAKE A BREAK FROM DISCORD AND TUMBLR. THEY ARE CLEARLY TAKING A NEGATIVE TOLL ON YOUR MENTAL HEALTH AND I WORRY FOR YOU.

That’s all I have to say. Stay safe out there everyone<33

[trekkiehood]

Okay but thinking about Darry being different and not really a greaser anymore... But the hang out is still the Curtis home. Like yes he's different but at the end of the day the are welcome. They'll always be welcomed. He'll let them come eat his food. They're welcome to come watch TV and whatever else they want. They are welcome.

And the gang feels safe there. Sure it's Pony and Soda's house, but Darry's differentness doesn't bother them. Not in that sense. He's still sort of the gang just les indirectly then he once was.

Also he doesn't actually stop the boys from partaking in Greaser things. Even the rumble, he begs Pony to think about it, but he doesn't tell him no.

Pony gets jumped and asks to go out the very next day with Dally of all people and Darrel doesn't love it, but he lets him go.

Like Darrel almost feels removed by necessity. Sure he "went Soc" and had college scholarships and everything and I'm sure that affected him, made him less Grease more "civilized" but even if he hadn't. When would he have time to do basic Greaser things? He worked full time and we see him folding laundry while the gang is watching TV. He doesn't have the luxury of truly being a member of the gang anymore.

Darry is different because he has to be. Because if he thinks back to his highschool self and all that promise and all that hope and all that free time and all that connection he'll crumble. He has too much to do to even think about it.

He's still a Greaser at heart. He could never be full Soc. Not really. A Soc wouldn't let his house be the hang out place for Greasers. He wouldn't facilitate hang outs and let his brothers hang out with people like Dally. Not if he was even half Soc. And when time comes he fights with the Greasers because there was never a choice.

For Darrel Curtis there was never really a choice. He does what he has to and pretends he doesn't care. Keeps the roof up over all the Greasers even while the walls crumble around him.

[003soy]

Kat’s Character Overanalysis of Murasaki

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

The content below may exhibit multiple instances of confirmation bias due to over a year of brain rotting.

Do not proceed if you dislike excessive analysis of characters that only appear in official tweets and random merchandise.

I treat this guy like an oc so don’t be mean to me ok 💔 just my headcanons and personal observations!!!

Viewer discretion is advised…

Ok so I'm going to start with the basic stuff (i.e. inkipedia)

From 2015-2018(?) Murasaki was the drummer for the band Squid Squad. He was the youngest member of the group.

While this excerpt from Inkipedia may seem small, there are a lot of traits described here that can be further analyzed (if you have nothing better to do)

The Squid Research Lab describes him as rough around the edges.

The term "rough around the edges" is used to describe something that has small imperfections, but is generally good. When describing a person it can mean someone who is unsophisticated or impolite. In this instance, "rough around the edges" could be describing Murasaki's drumming skills as he's said to have potential, but he also needs some practice.

this characterization was probably made to resemble his appearance as well! (sea urchins don't have very smooth edges...)

2. Murasaki is referred to as a wild child.

A "wild child" is usually someone (likely a young person) who is headstrong, rebellious, and/or uncontrollable. To me, this info matches nicely with the impolite interpretation of the phrase "rough around the edges."

3. From here, it sort of goes on about his playing which I sort of addressed in the first point. Basically, he has a natural gift in drumming because he has a good sense of rhythm, and despite lacking in technique, he always tries his best.

4. He is prone to crying

The Squid Research Lab states that he could be caught crying during a drum solo which goes to show how much effort he puts into his playing :). I feel like this part tends to override his other traits in fan stuff (if he gets included at all). I personally view this as a subversive aspect of his personality. Normally he has an abrasive personality because of the rebelliousness and lack of manners, but he is also a sentimental person and his emotions are expressed through tears even if he isn’t sad (samee). Think of how urchins have a spiky hard external shell that hides soft uni inside of it ok...

5. Energetic

I know the energy think is probably referring to his playing style, but I picture him to be a fidgety person who doesn't like to stand still. I guess it matches with the wild child thing.

6. He's the youngest

Expains the previous behavior. rude + rebellious + more talent than practice. teenager.

Moving onto other sources! Bye Inkipedia...

Here is the original japanese text of the Squid Research Lab info on twitter. Yes, I know google translate isn't that accurate, but I think it's interesting and deepl says something similar as well.

7. Ignoring the strange grammar, Murasaki is additionally described as mischievous (やんちゃ?). Definition: playful in a naughty or teasing way or troublesome/irritating.

I guess this was translated into the wild child in the english version because I'm assuming the term in japanese refers to more childish behavior. I think the word mischievous is easier to understand though since I've never heard the term wild child before. Anyway, he's silly.

8. I sort of glossed over this in the english version but apparently he can take the lead when it matters most. In english, the phrasing kinda made this confusing. I thought they were just saying words lol. Anyway, this ties in with him trying his best while in the band + being compassionate/sentimental.

topic-adjacent kinda. I've seen people interpret this in a sort of sad way, but I interpret this as him being mischievous! I think he's walking towards them to scare them. The little star next to his head reminds me of the animal crossing mischief emote.

another bonus thing because it shows that hes silly. a silly goose. I think he likes to doodle.

God I haven't even gotten to the splatune articles yet...

yeah this kinda repeats what I already said but here it says his playing fits well with Ichiya. I think that both of them are kinda similar. Both are sort of lacking in technique but make up for it in other areas. Both have ADHD (lying). To me, Murasaki is if an asshole turned out to be kind, and Ichiya is if a kind person turned out to be an asshole. #crazy

Splatune 1! No more numbered list I forgot what number I was on :)

Cool and edgy urchin

I have no idea what that means. Ok.

Cool means cool.

I don’t know if they mean edgy in the internet way because ???... Anyway, edgy can mean: 1. tense, nervous, or irritable, 2. trend setting, daring, or provocative. I think the word choice was for the sake of an urchin pun.

I think they meant to convey the second definition by saying hes cool and unconventional (I don't think it makes sense to say someone is cool and nervous in the same sentence). Kind of matches with being rough around the edges. I like to apply the first definition sometimes though. I like to stress him out.

he boldly pushes up to the front like a blaster

information about his drum playing is information about his personality! this relates to his previously described energetic playing. I like how this sort of frames him as unusual compared to other drummers. It shows how his playing style relates to his character... energetic, headstrong, he can lead the way if necessary. all things previously stated.

mean to him :(

I think this is trying to say how the others keep him around even though he doesn't match the theme. They keep him around because he looks cool? (this information is probably useless because machine translator. grain of salt)

very brief splatune 3 cameo

can drink in bars now? (old...)

likes to talk in circles (old...)

looks depressed now. aware of the horrors... evil leg bouncer...

thats it for official stuff i think. I like to add on bonus traits to him during the front roe era, but yeag ✌️

[cabin-spider-protector]

Elliott headcanons <3

Even after moving into the farmhouse, he still has his little pocket crab with him

Practically pleads with you to let him get a little tank enclosure for his crab

Every Monday when he goes to the beach, he let's the crab walk around a bit in the sand

Of course he takes great care to ensure the seagulls don't get too close

Also, sometimes he'll sit in his old cabin and look out the window, just reminiscing about the days when you used to trudge through rain and snow to visit him

A lot of his old diary and journal entries are still on his desk

The notes accurately archive the time in which elliott began to fall in love with you

There's even a journal entry for the first time he introduced himself to you

He had noted how interested he was in getting to know you more

Sometimes he winced at himself-- fearing that he may have seemed a bit too forward

But his anxieties are quickly subdued when he remembers how mutual the feeling was

When he notices the sun begin to dip in the sky, he knows it's time to head home

Sometimes on the way back he'll catch a glance of you while you're out doing various errands

He can't help but be overcome with adoration and love

He hurries home so that he can be back before you return

He'd hate for you to come home to an empty house

He takes care of tidying and dusting so you don't have to worry about it when you get home after a long day

He'd made you promise you wouldn't squash any spiders

"They're more scared of you than you are of them!" He'd always assure you

So if he was cleaning out some old forgotten corner or the cracks between the furniture, and one of the little spiders ran out, he'd make sure to safely cup it in his hands and carry it out into the woods

He probably does this dozens of times a week

You know how much it matters to him and wouldn't dream of going against your word

When you're finally home he'll shower you with love and tell you all about his time at the shore

Sometimes if he's found a particularly pretty shell, he'll give it to you as a gift

Sometimes he prefers to keep a little collection of them for various projects

Like making wind chimes or adornments for you

It's just a little hobby he has between spouts of writing inspiration

He'll try and keep it secret from you, but it's difficult for him because he just gets too excited and wants to tell you about everything he's proud of

Speaking of telling you about things he's proud of

He loves having you read his drafts

He takes so much inspiration from you and your life together

He likes seeing the way the corners of your lips quirk up approvingly when you recognize what had inspired him

Sometimes he'll add little blurbs of dialogue that are direct quotes of silly conversations you've had

He loves adding a little bit of your love into his work

It fuels him to continue

That's the reason he's always so inspired to write after helping you on the farm!

Seeing how happy he makes you inspires him in a way he never was while living in that lonely cabin

It's never a boring day with you around

Even if all you were doing was smelting ores, he'd gladly keep you company just to be in your presence

[thatonerandomchick1]

Sharing is Caring 💕

In light of the newest season of Jujutsu Kaisen, I present to you a little imagine that’s been cooking in my brain for some time.

Reader is a first year student.

The air was stale around the building and the wind refused to blow. There wasn’t a bird in the sky nor wildlife in the trees nearby.

Yep. There’s a cursed spirit here.

You stood in boredom and watched Gojo’s smug expression as he observed Kugisaki ‘s and Itadori’s shocked faces. Instead of touring Tokyo and it’s surroundings areas, they were set up to exorcise a curse near the heart of Roppongi.

Once the two students begrudgingly entered the building, You took a seat in the middle of Gojo- sensei and Fushiguro. After a few moments of silence, you glanced at Fushigiro who was obviously sulking and poked his cheek.

“Megs what’s wrong? You seem more down than usual.”

However, before he could respond, Gojo gave his expert interpretation on the nonverbal cues of Megumi Fushiguro, “ He’s sulking because he can’t participate”.

At this Megumi sunk further into the collar of his uniform, neither confirming or denying your mentors statement.

You dig in the pocket of your uniform to retrieve something that you secretly know will help cheer up your classmate.

Oreos. Double stuffed chocolate Oreos.

You retrieved the travel size pack from the pocket with most of the cookies intact, and offer your friend a couple.

Fushiguro’s eyes widen slightly, lower lashes caressing his checks before he shyly looked away and stuck his hand out to accept your offering.

You both enjoy the snack, silently enjoying its sweetness, until you feel an elbow in your left side. Attempting to turn towards the culprit, you come face to face with your sensei.

“Can I help you?”

You watch the smirk on Gojo’s face spread into a full smile as he retreats from your personal space and rest his head on his palm.

“Can your favorite teacher get an Oreo too?” Gojo wines.

You squint at his question, but at this Megumi decides to enact his revenge. “An Oreo? You want just ONE Oreo? After you have eaten a popsicle, an ice cream cone, a crepe, and a slushy?”

Caught in the middle, you lean back in a attempt to remove yourself from the ever brewing conflict. The two proceed to go back and forth until a loud shattering noise is heard above you three.

The source of the noise can be seen amidst the shards of glass, a medium sized yellow curse followed by Kugisaki.

yep. She’s crazy.

you chuckle to yourself, “She’ll fit right in”.

Gojo uses this moment to his advantage and makes A mad dash towards the small pack of cookies.

He snags the remaining 4 cookies and proceeds to jump up and down giggling like a sixteen year old school girl who had managed to snag front row tickets to a BTS concert.

“Gojooo! Give me my cookies. They’re hard to get and you already had your snack.” Reaching towards the cookies that he held snuggled to his cheeks.

He smiles down brightly at you, “Sharing is caring Y/N-Kun💕” as he pops one cookie in his mouth.

“I know. That’s why I shared with Megumi.”

“I’m appalled and offended! Why are you so mean to your sensei?”

“Why did you wait until we were distracted to snatch my Oreos?”

Before he could answer, Itadori and Kugisaki returned to the group. “Hey blindfold, we’ve exorcised the curse. When can we eat?”

Gojo handed me back the small pack of cookies, “ Now. You pick.”

“Pick something expensive since he’s paying,”Megumi added.

“Let’s get sushi!”

“Itadori! You can have sushi at anytime. Why would I pick sushi?”

While Itadori began his speech on how amazing bullet train sushi is, You dig back in to the remaining cookies only to see that they were crushed. This fool left the broken Oreos for me to have.

You balled up the travel sized pack and throw it back at Gojo. You watched as the small blue ball of trash comes annoying close to hitting your teacher but comes to a stop.

He smiles, grabs the wrapper with the broken cookies in it and placed it in his pocket until we reach a trash can.

Placing an arm around your shoulders, Gojo hums a tune that sounds an awful lot like the Pokémon theme song while he leads you all to where itchiji is waiting with the car.

Later that night, you reflected on the day and the little victory you had at dinner when stealing sushi from your teachers plate. As you were about to drift off ito sleep, you felt the sudden appearance of immense cursed energy and heard a petty knock on your room’s door.

You didn’t bother to ask because you already knew who it was. Standing there at 9:30 at night was Gojo holding a medium sized paper bag.

“Here. I bought this for you.”

You reached out to retrieve the bag which you opened to find a family size pack of double stuffed Oreos. Squealing like a hog at supper time, you jump up and down excitedly thanking your teacher.

“You didn’t have to buy more. Yes I was a little annoyed before but I would have shared before you planned your heist for my cookies.”

“ I know but I’d do anything for my favorite Y/N.”

“Gojo, I’m the only Y/N that you know.”

“Still my favorite! “

Not wanting to argue with him, you open the pack to see that there was only 1 row remaining.

Looking up in anger to viciously yell at the culprit only to find nothing. You looked down the hall where you saw Gojo’s retreating form, “How do you buy something for someone else and eat the majority of them!”

“I got hungry. Goodnight Y/N- kun!”

With a modest smile you popped an Oreo into your mouth. Standing in the hallway, Your only thought was that he could have at least brought some milk.

——————

I hope you liked this! I’m a little rusty and definitely wanted to get back into writing. Please reblog and let me know if you have any additional ideas on what you’d like to see next.

💕

[belovedapollo]

I would love for you to talk about how you take your photos (things to pay attention to, lighting, editing tools, or anything else you think is relevant)! They're always so gorgeous!

Hey, I’ve talked about it a while ago on here . Aside from that I try to balance out my “canvas”.

Like here it is a simple layout with four books in (almost) the same size. The colors are mostly muted and black and white with a hint of sepia/brown. I’ve been asked many times how I get my background so black, but the truth is I just use my black wooden table. You can always edit some parts if it’s not dark / light enough for you. For that I use either Snapseed or procreate (perks of procreate is that I can go in with my Apple Pencil and edit what I want specifically).

For this one (as another example) I liked to play with the sunlight through the windows/blinds. It makes the picture more interesting and a bit dramatic. For me personally, I like to make simple, everyday things to look calm and inviting.

In this one I liked to put certain objects as focus. In this case it’s the photograph from my childhood. And since it is a B/W photograph, I decided to include a journal entry and book page without anything to distract from it. The red underline of the book page brings a bit color but not too much.

Everything can become interesting as long as you focus on what you want to put out there. I like light so I try to capture it whenever I can. Makes me feel calm, alive and real. If you’re interested in something then that can become your subject.

Also, as a little reminder: I have a double degree in graphic and branding. I took two photography classes back in university and learnt a lot from there and from trying out things. Just because something works out for me it doesn’t mean you will like it or it would work out for you. When I was teaching art for one semester, I told my students to go and try out things. You like watercolor? Go and buy one color, one brush and get some water and paper and try working with it. Just by trying out you’ll learn a lot. You don’t have to get the most expensive things. You don’t have to buy trinkets to make a picture more interesting. You always should try with things you already have and go on from there.

I hope this helped. If you’d like to ask anything specific don’t hesitate to let me know. 🌹

[yanderemommabean]

Silly Royal Yandere Idea-

Imagine being a worker for a royal family, you're a farmer who brings the goods to the kitchen every day and make sure all vegetables and fruits are fresh, not bruised, cleaned and ready to be prepared for their meals.

You usually make the trek alone, no big deal right? Just some heavy baskets and such but the job itself isn't really that bad. It's made even better actually when the young prince finds he fancies the way you work and how you farm, loves to walk with you on your way out of the kingdom and listen to you and your stories.

He's cute, you'll give him that. Curious and finally able to explore without much of an issue now that he's finished his training, his father boasting proudly today even that they shall share a feast in celebration.

The walks are nice, you aren't alone and are even safer as the highwaymen shrink away and know to stay back when they see such fierce eyes. Those calloused hands from fighting and training lay on your hips, pulling you closer to his side as you share yet another walk to your farm and get the baskets ready for another delivery.

These sweet meetings grow in size as time goes on. He's been given permission by the king and queen to bring you to the main rooms of the castle, though they aren't too happy that he disregards their rules about what you can and can't touch.

He's so puppy-like, grabbing your hand and pulling you everywhere he can, showing his favorite art, his instruments he's been playing while he waits for you to return, the things he requested be made to remind him of you, and some other odd but - at the time- well meaning items.

The prince however gets more and more demanding of your presence. So much so, that one morning you wake up to begin to water the crops and fetch some in your buckets but you opened the door to the man standing there, royal suit and all, a wide smile on his face as he greets you.

You insist you'll be at the castle soon, that you have work to be done, but he just pushes you forward as he walks with you, -not harsh, but definitely firm, making sure you couldn't turn away from him as he leads you.

"Just one day can't hurt right?" he says, "I just wish to spend the day with you, only you. It's why I took my own horse! He loves your carrots, you know? Only yours...He's very much like me in that regard". 

You decide that, on one hand, denying the prince anything could be dire, the royal family having all say in what is done and you're lucky they have been so benevolent. Risking your business because you didn't want to indulge the odd prince...It isn't worth the reward of just keeping up with the crops and farm work. 

But this one day out by the river and having the man buy you whatever you laid your eyes on, while sweet and very enjoyable, wasn’t enough. He shows up every morning now, you hear how exhausted his parents are when you reach the castle every time, they demand he act right, that he stop leaving without notifying any of the guards, but he just laughs it off and says “Why should they embark with me on my and my lovers adventures? Private matters are private father, remember?” 

They know what's going on but it's so much darker and more twisted than anyone could have imagined. Boundaries get pushed more and more, you keep trying to keep your farm alive for not just the royal family, but yourself and the others who need you too, but the prince insists that your time is to be spent with him, only him. 

It reaches its boiling point when you deny him a walk. No runs to the river, no waltz in the woods, not even a chat over tea. Your farm is sick, it needs tending, and you yourself are weary and exhausted from trying to balance it all out. 

He goes silent, hands clenching at his side for a moment before he just smiles, wide and friendly as usual, and he kisses your hand before apologizing. You assure him you aren’t exactly mad, you just have things to finish, and he at least seems to understand that. 

Or, so you thought. You crack open your eyes after waking up in a bed that wasn’t yours, hearing the horses outside neigh and chuff in terror as if something was very very wrong. You recognize the royal emblem on the wall, and you shoot straight up, knowing this was a carriage. You shove and knock on the doors, the smell of smoke filling your senses as you can only imagine the worst, but the heavy wood doesn’t budge and you can only make out garbled words as a man screams demands. 

You manage to break open the boarded window of the carriage and watch as your farm is engulfed in flames, horses neighing in terror, ashes falling all around, your cabin falling in on itself from the blaze. And you gaze upon what you can only assume is the incarnation of death and war itself, a sign of the end times, as the Prince rides up on his own horse and tosses a lantern, the blaze only erupting hotter as he cackles in triumph. 

You feel horrified tears well up in your eyes, so many emotions coming together at once. Everything you worked for, everything you had built from the ground up, all your memories and all of your belongings- gone. 

Ash and embers fill the sky as the knights who came begin marching back to the carriage, staffs in hand as they finally open the doors. You lunge, wanting to tear your teeth into the heart of that evil, sick, twisted man, but he just laughs. It’s a soft amused laugh like when you told him your stories in the market or on your many many walks. 

“Ah, I hadn’t expected that mixture to wear off so soon!” he boasts, stepping down from his own horse. His stride is slow, like he’s taking in the view of a beautiful field or admiring someones art. You want to spit at him, claw at him, break him in any way you could fathom. 

His feet stop, the crumbling building behind him still a blazing orange and red, opposite of the cold features the prince wore on his face. His hand comes to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking across where tears are falling down your heated cheek. “Why so upset? I took care of what was keeping you away from me! I know, I know, you’re sad, but I made sure nothing of importance was hurt! Which wasn’t much. A picture or two should still be safe-” he says with an expression of after thought. “ Anyway, dearest, I fixed the issue! And you can now come where you’re meant to be! “ “I’ll kill you-” “Ah, even when murderous and livid you strike my heart with your beauty. Do tell me every wicked way you wish to end me! It thrills me, makes my skin crawl so pleasantly imagining you touching me in any manner” he taunts, squeezing your face a bit tighter. “Be it anger and resentment or true love, I’ll relish any touch you bring to me” “My lord, the sun will rise soon” a deep voice says from the side, your own eyes too stunned to look, uncaring as everything else sets in. Your home is gone, your fields are ruined, your possessions all roasted and incinerated. Nothing left but the haunting image of burned rubble and some charred remains of any item you owned. 

You’re trapped. Imprisoned in a golden cage as this wild man declares that he and you are meant to be, whether you want it or not. 

“Get some rest darling. I’ll lead us back to the castle” He says with a kiss to your forehead, allowing the knights to force you back inside. “Don’t be so angered! I promise to treat you like royalty! Since you will be, once the marriage is announced and all”

(Hope you liked this! Feel free to comment and tell me your thoughts! Especially spicy ones :3c -Mommabean)

[leahrintarou]

🎃 KINKTOBER 2023 🎃

🎃 HELLO, GUYS! welcome to my 2023 kinktober, where i write smut chapters with various (haikyuu) characters paired with various kinks. i will be writing for fem x fem and/or fem x male. (only 10 days this year bc i fell behind lol)

🎃 rolls of dominance will also vary between chapters. so yeah. i hope u enjoy! (If i didn't get to write ur kink and request, don't worry. I'll be writing it as its own smut chapter aside from kinktober. (You will find it in my masterlist.)

click here for 2022 kinktober

MDNI !!

DAY 1: 🎃 Oikawa Toru - Sounding

DAY 2: 🎃 Atsumu Miya - Snowballing

DAY 3: 🎃 Alisa Haiba - Virginity loss

DAY 4: 🎃 Kuroo Tetsuro - Vibrator

DAY 5: 🎃 Suna Rintarou - Somnophilia

DAY 6: 🎃 Akaashi Keiji - Breeding

DAY 7: 🎃 Kenma Kozume - Exhibitionism

DAY 8: 🎃 Tendou Satori - Intercrural Sex

DAY 9: 🎃 Iwaizumi Hajime - Nipple Play

DAY 10: 🎃 Semi Eita - Humiliation

BONUS: 🎃 Kita Shinsuke - Hard Dom

[plumdonutsv]

i really like ryis, hayden, reina, and celine but idk who to romance

[alaskan-wallflower]

brody grant,

thank you for getting me through my flight but you did not get me through throwing up my guts in a paper bag.

negative aura fr

[mariaseelie]

So what's the difference between Horde Lord Adora and Adora Empress of the Universe?

Now that I see "Adora Empress of the Universe" on my screen I giggle a little hahah, I should have said "Goddess" instead

I think I should go down this Rabbit Hole, I want to explain why they are different and why does it matter in contrast with our beloved protagonist in canon.

Goddess Adora is even more terrifying than mean Horde lord adora

(Disclaimer 1: These hypothetical scenarios are fiction for a reason, because otherwise they could lead to weird and toxic situations. Please do not go seeking Horde Lords or Empresses of Universes IRL)

(Disclaimer 2: Adora as Goddess could be a creepy scenario under some lights)

(It's long but it will make sense I promise)

Adora the Mean Girl

Do you remember when Nate Stevenson tweeted about Adora Being Slythering trying to be a Gyffindor?

I always think about the implications of this.

Adora is a mean girl at core level but chooses to control her inner shadow because she is a Chad. Catra on the other hand goes out of her way to seem like the perfect bad girl because she is a bottom as a way to impress and peacock her mean queen

Most Horde Lord Adora AUs follow an understandable direction for someone in Adora's shoes as an imperfect complex person: she never finds the sword, she is convinced Horde=Good and her demeanor, vision of the world and herself are twisted. This girl becomes a powerful person, but not powerful enought to destroy the fabric of the Universe, so we are ok with her as Adora being a mean girl and lose a little as Horde Lord Adora (Because we all know she would never, she would find a way to redemption eventually)

(One of the many reasons I like adora is because, yes, she is the hero, but she was a mean girl first, so even if she genuinely love her princesses friends, deep down sometimes she laughs at their expense in her mind, specially when her eyes meet the water fountain not-for-showering in the morning. Post season 5 Adora 100% makes some princess jokes and spills tea when nobody but Catra can hear.)

But then this mean girl finds a sword that gives her goddess-like powers.

(To some degree we are ok with Regina writting vile things attached to the names of her clasmates in the Burn Book. Nasty sure but nobody is gonna die because its not a Death Note. But then imagine for a second Regina finding that she is the chosen one in charge of a great responsability she cannot deny or else the world is over.)

The Horde brainwashes these kids to believe princesses are bad, wild, dangerous and unpredictable as Adora once said. The truth is ... they could be actually. Human Beings (Etherians and all Beings with self awareness for that matter) are unpredictable. Princesses are normal folk with supernatural magical powers.

Pre-Season one Adora probably made an (strawman) image of them in her mind, had nightmares with that strawman often. But here is the trick: it takes to be one to know one, (or You have to be a bit evil to recognize evil in others) Poor Adora probably had one or two intrusive thoughts about what could she be capable of if she herself was a princess, sh*tted bricks and then deemed nobody should have those powers.

Thank God this is not the episode of The Boys as the Horde made us believe and princesses here are actually good, the idea of causing harm deliberately using their powers doesnt even occurr to them (well maybe to Glimmer on a bad day, shes also a baddie)

So logically when Adora transformed into Shera for the first time, there was absolute terror in her eyes. One of her nightmares became true.

So she chose to be good. Deliberately. Consistently. Every single time. And that made her a hero. She never claimed something for herself even when in theory she could crown herself as Queen of all of the kindoms. Adora in canon is impresive as a protagonist and really deserves love.

So:

if Adora becomes a horde lord, it means she failed as a hero (or If Adora becomes the empress of the universe in exchange for saving the world, she also failed as a hero).

But if by some hypotetical reason she becomes The Goddess of the Universe, that's different. That's Madoka Territory

The idea of someone being able to do evil without any repercussion but choosing not to is shaking, amusing and eerie to me. We all want to think we are good and incapable of doing evil but Human Beings are weak creatures and power almost always corrupts. unless you are a God

Imagine that, just before Shera could release the magic of the Heart all over Etheria, something weird happens (let's say madokafication) and Adora, born a mortal with imperfections, needs and desires, becomes a God, while still having human (First Ones) nature.

Imagine you are Catra,

God is a lesbian

and she loves you

Imagine the person you love and loves you can control literally everything, she does not just keep the bed warm for you, she makes the whole world and reality a warm place for you if you are cold. She has idk 3 biblically accurate angels as pets and doesn't even bat an eye about it.

That would be insanely cool, but also incredibly bizarre. It would mean trusting a human being to choose to be good at any moment because otherwise things would go south

Can you trust Adora to keep choosing to be good everytime as a goddess just as she was when she was a hero? She has absolute control over you.

It's terrifying yet interesting.

I imagine adora in goddess form as something beautiful but insanely frightening and otherwordly while saying "Be Not Afraid" Lol.

But I would love to hear/read the thoughts of the people here

Good Goddess Adora is even more terrifying than mean Horde lord adora

[valyrra]

characters on which I obsessed over throughout my life (which I can remember rn/random list), kinda wip

Vittorio Scaletta, Lincoln Clay, Alex Mercer, Akande Ogundimu, Siebren De Kuiper, Junker Queen, Gabriel Reyes, Rammatra, Moira O'Deorain, Micah Bell, Dutch Van Der Linde, Vaas Montenegro, Alucard (Hellsing), Garrus Vakarian, Thane Krios, Liam Kosta, Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor/AC:3), Edward Kenway (AC:BF), Illidan Stormrage, Khadgar, Vol'Jin, Garrosh Hellscream, Nathanos Blightcaller, Lich King (Arthas Menethil), Alcina Dimitrescu, Caleb Quinn (Deathslinger), Carmina Mora (The Artist), Albert Wesker, Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen), Homelander, Billy Butcher, Trevor Philips, Johnny Silverhand, River Ward, Solomon Reed, Jackie Welles, Adam Smasher, TF2 Scout, Grand Regent Thragg, Omni-Man, Bi-Han, General Shao, Kano, Sareena, Lord Raiden, Kung Lao, Geras, Sindel, Havik, Quan Chi, Liu Kang (tbh the whole mk rooster), Benny Gecko, John Hancock, The Ghoul, Nick Valentine, Alan Wake/Mr Scratch, Kylo Ren, Gendo Ikari, Vincent Fabron (Chamber), KAY/O, Varun Batra (Harbor), Tala Nicole Dimaapi Valdez (Neon), Erik Torsten (Breach) (Valorant), Fuse, Octane, Revenant (APEX), Jhin, Draven, Swain (before rework tf), Victor (LoL), Troll Warlord, Invoker, Anti-Mage (Dota2), Vergil, Nico, V (DMC), Halsin, Wyll Ravengard, Minthara, The Emperor (BG3), Draco Malfoy, Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, Natsai Onai, Miguel O'Hara, Saitama, Ryan Lucan (LiS: True Colors), Anders, Zevran, Dorian (DA), Azog the Defiler, Ichiban Kasuga, Zhao Tianyou, Kratos (GoW), Frank Woods, Ghost (CoD), Negan, Anakin Skywalker, Captain Rex, Aemond Targaryen (HOTD), John 117 (Halo), Lash (DL

[tmblrcolouredpaper]

Midpoint.

Lee Felix/ Reader

fwb, consent, assurance, shy reader, confident Felix

wc: 3123

'Are you nervous?'

'Yes, very. I'm also sure of this, so, ahm, just not that confident in what I have to do.'

'You don't have to do anything. You can do what you want and how you want. We can take it slow, hm?’

It was an exciting situation you found yourself in. It wasn't like you particularly planned on taking Felix home with you, but it has been in the back of your mind for some time that you wanted to experience a physical connection with people more often. You didn't mind not being in a relationship, but you observed that you had the desire to be close to people and experiment with ways of feeling good and making someone feel good. 

Felix was easy to talk to and his lack of judgement caused you to open up about those thoughts. 

He hesitantly reminded you that he was crazy about making people feel good, especially people he loved. 

Felix loved a lot. It wasn't about having romantic feelings. When you were in his life, you were precious to him without any expectations or negative consequences. He proposed the idea of experiencing a more intimate connection with each other after you kept talking for a while, about what you liked, and what you were searching for when you had sex. Your both ideas were quite similar, so you came to the logical conclusion that you could use the opportunity together. 

'Why don't we just sit down for now?', Felix suggested and signaled you to come next to him to sit on the edge of the bed. 

The sun was setting and painted the sky it beautiful shades of deep pink that transitioned to pastel tones in the clouds. 

It was a weird feeling that you left the bar together, leaving friends behind even though it was still afternoon. One of them was always walking you home. It was an unspoken rule, but now that it was still bright outside, it was suspicious that Felix came with you. 

'The sky looks incredible.', you remarked when you sat next to Felix and looked outside. His eyes followed to the window and he smiled. 

'It does.', he agreed softly spoken and you kept looking at the beauty of time's manifestation in the world’s ceiling. 

Felix wasn't desperate to touch you and if he was, he didn't show it. His composure was calm and you exchanged some words here and there between the comfortable silence of each other’s mutual admiration for the play of colours outside.

After a while he laid down on his back and shoved his hands under his head, making himself comfortable, still facing the window. On the other side, you looked at him now. 

You didn't have trouble comparing him to the sky. It wasn't like he was wearing an impressive outfit that made think of him as someone beautiful. His white shirt and casual jeans were simple, but no one needs to actually look a certain way to make people realize they're beautiful. 

Felix's confidence and comfortability in this moment made you think that he was probably one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen and you were thankful that you got to experience his existence. 

'You can do what you want.', Felix reminded without shifting his gaze. 

'Can I lie down on you?', you asked and imagined cuddling with him while watching the sun setting. 

'Come here.', he instructed and looked at you as if it was more of a dare. 

You carefully laid down next to him, placing your head on his chest and threw one arm over his waist, getting a hold on his shirt. His body ebbed through some deep giggles and you felt one arm circling around your upper back. 

'You're so shy.', he laughed and started caressing your shoulder in small motions. 

You groaned and nuzzled into his shirt, 'I know.'

It was frustrating. You wanted this and you should act on it, but lacked the confidence to take or even verbalize what you truly wanted. It was all on Felix and you felt ashamed, worried that you were wasting his time. 

'You're beautiful.', Felix mumbled and looked outside again, his warmth slowly engulfing you.

Some birds passed by like dark shadows in front of the colourful canvas. 

'I was just thinking the same about you.', you told him.

His laugh sounded full and was just another indicator for his beauty. 

'Thank you. Next time tell me right away.'

'What?'

'Compliment me. I like that. Not forced complements, but when you have something good to say about me, please do so.', he calmly explained and moved his hand now completely up and down your upper arm. 

'This feel good.', you sighed. 

'What does?', Felix asked teasingly and looked down, eyebrows raised questioning. 

'Be specific.', he added in a whisper and turned his head to the side again to face the darkening sky. 

You closed your eyes to just feel. He was comfortable to be with and he was also comfortable to be touched by. Once you gained some confidence and would get to feel him under your fingertips, you could probably also state that he was comfortable to be touched by you too. 

'Your touch - I like how careful you touch me.'

He hummed, sounding like he assured that he was listening, but also like he wanted to hear more. 

'Your body against mine makes me feel very safe. I know I can trust you, but I think deep down I'm not really convinced in my trust for you yet, so it helps a lot to feel how relaxed you are. Calms me down...'

You heard your voice getting quieter the more meaning the words contained, so you tensely waited for any sort of reaction from him. That was what you really needed, confirmation that what you said was valid. Without any external assurance, you noticed a good feeling rushing through your body, making you feel right.

'Thank you.', Felix whispered and you felt him shifting under you, gently pushing your body up, because he rolled onto his side and shuffled further to the edge of the bed until his eyes were right in front of yours. You mirrored his position. You felt his hands on your waist and flinched. 

'Too much here?', he checked, while pulling his hands back.

'Sorry, just surprised.', you apologized in embarrassment of your intense reaction. 

'No need to apologize. I won't do anything you don't like. We're here to make each other feel good, remember?'

You weakly nodded and smiled at him. The low light from outside caused his face that was turned away from the window to be darkened by shadows, but his eyes captured some light and glimmered.

'Do you want me to touch you right now or do you want to touch me to get used to how I feel like first?' 

'May I touch you?', you asked shyly, but excitedly.

'Yes. Touch me where ever you want.', he assured and caused you to smile happily. 

'Tell me if you don't like something, okay?'

'Of course.', he agreed and shoved one arm under his head to rest comfortably, his eyes never leaving you when you started to caress his arm like he did to you just a few minutes ago. 

It wasn't an intense touch and you didn't intend it to be, but Felix smiled and sighed contently. 

That gave you confidence and you let your hand travel to his collar bones that were covered by the white fabric of his shirt. His smile got bigger and he had that teasing look again, but didn't say anything, just watched. When you reached his chest, you hesitated and looked back and forth between your hand and his face unsurely. 

'It feels good. Keep going if you want.', Felix instantly assured and nodded slightly.

You let out a shaky breath and concentrated on just feeling him again. You made sure to not caress his nipples, because you weren’t ready for a more intense reaction yet. His abs under your palm felt firm and warm. It wasn't too new. You guys hugged every time you saw each other, but still, touching him so attentively was different, exciting. 

'Feels good.', Felix mumbled and closed his eyes, seemingly concentrated yet fully relaxed.

'I love how you draw little circles with your thumb. Makes me feel like I'm floating.', he explained dreamily and rolled on his back to stretch with his arms over his head. 

That way you had great excess to his front and you sat up and continued caressing his stomach, his sides, his chest and his shoulders with both hands. 

'Fuck, you're so patient, I love this.', Felix groaned after some minutes and smiled up at you, opening his shiny eyes.

'You know, when you're this spread out on bed, I just want to be on top of you.', you remarked and saw him smirking. 

'No one is keeping you from doing so.', he reminded and you wondered how it would be to be so bold and just sit down on him, both tights caging his waist. 

He seemed to recognize your hesitation and sat up and smiled empathetically. 

'How about you hold onto my shoulders like this', he slowly took your hands and placed either one on his shoulders, caressing your knuckles with his fingertips while doing so, 'Okay?'

You nodded and realized how much you needed his guidance.

'Can you keep talking like this?', you asked, hoping he knew what you specifically meant. 

'Of course, I talk you through this. How about you put your leg over here, so you sit comfortably?'

You did as he said and even though he kept talking, saying that you should sit down on him completely for more comfortability and praised you sweetly, he kept his hands by himself and didn't touch you anywhere else than your hands. 

'Breathe.', Felix chuckled and you realized that you were holding your breath the whole time. Catching air so abruptly caused your chest to raise and fall more intensely and push against Felix's.

'Can you please hold me tight?', you asked and this must have been the kind of signal Felix had been waiting for. 

He pulled you close and hugged you tightly, his head lowered, his warm breath flooding your neck. You pushed your hands from his shoulders further behind him, cradling his head and softly caressed his scalp. 

'May I kiss you?’, he pulled back to be able to look into your eyes and for the first time this afternoon, you saw his calmness fade, transitioning to pure excitement. You consented happily.

Before you could feel the touch of his lips on yours, Felix let another smile wash over his face, then, he leaned in and his lips brushed over yours so lightly as if it was the softness of wind. 

Once Felix felt your lips on his, he was sure he was in literal paradise. Kissing wasn't his favorite type of touch per se. He honestly didn't rank it at all, but it was something that happened less often, therefore was differently special. 

When you told him about how much you just wanted to experience being intimate with someone again, he wasn't surprised at all. Despite you being a very private person, you were very authentic with people you trusted and Felix knew he was one of those. Furthermore he was incredibly appreciative about his position to be trusted with and trusted you equally. 

Felix himself wasn't enjoying talking about himself for the sake of sharing without a proper reason behind it, mostly wanting to achieve that people around him feel appreciated, important and loved, but when you opened up so specifically about wanting to be physical, to literally feel with another person, Felix couldn't ignore how much he understood what you were describing. 

It was just so relatable and real to him. 

'More.', he heard you mumble against his lips and couldn't stop himself from bursting into a light laughter out of happiness.

'Sorry.', you whispered and pulled back, tears forming in your eyes, but Felix wasn't about to give you any moment of guilt, nor shame, nor fear. 

'No, don't apologize. I'm just so happy. I want more too.', he declared and took your hands to squeezed them to emphasize his words. 

'I- Sorry.', you repeated and Felix shook his head. 

He wasn't surprised. As much you explained to him your desperation, he knew how difficult it was for you to stop doubting yourself. Even during the conversation at the bar you expressed how much you knew you wanted physical intimacy, platonic or non-platonic didn't matter, because it wasn't about what defined status the other person had in your life, but rather the sheer beauty of being with a person that was simply good for one's being. He registered how often you threw in ‘Maybe it’s silly?’ and looked down with a sad expression right after. 

'What are you sorry for?', he asked and made sure to maintain eye contact, because he wanted to let you know that he was right here for you on every level, that you were taken seriously.  

Yes, you planned on having sex with each other. Yes, you just kissed like there is no tomorrow and yes, Felix was very touchy, even holding your hands right now. However he was also your friend who deeply cared about you, not regardless of you sleeping with him, but especially when exactly this was the circumstance due to its generating vulnerability. There was no rush to get anything over with. There was all time to check in with oneself and each other as often as wanted and needed.

He saw you looking at him as if you were searching for something to grasp wether he was being sarcastic or serious. Maybe nervousness made you forget who Felix was, he thought. 

'I was worried that I am a joke and you laughed, because, because you make fun of me or something.', you hesitantly explained and swallowed heavily. 

Felix shook his head again, but kept his eyes on you. 

'You're absolutely not, okay? When I laugh with you here, it's because I'm happy.'

He let go of your hands and laid back down with his hands under his head never breaking eye contact, never letting his smile falter. 

'I'm happy with you here too, please don't misunderstand. I'm just so nervous and, and, I- I probably need time to get used to the situation?', you tried to explain as good as possible and sighed, laying down next to Felix who instantly responded: 'You have time. We don't need to do anything, but we can do everything.' 

He paused and freed his hands to stretch his arms over his head and kept them on the pillows above him, fully spread on the sheets. 

'You're beautiful.', you spoke and scanned his body up and down with an intense gaze that made Felix heat up. 

'Thank you.', he beamed and thought about how it would be like if you would kiss every inch of his body with the exact look on your face. 

'How about you lay back down on me and we introduce each other in some fantasies?', he suggested and pushed one hand under his shirt to scratch his stomach. It was a natural act to do, but he did it slower than he would do in any other situation and made sure to let his shirt rail up a bit when he moved his hand away and placed it on the bed between you and him. 

When he saw that your eyes followed it, he slowly started drawing circles in the fabric, using his index finger that he placed on his lips after a while, caressing them in a circular motion as well until he went back to his original stretching position. He smiled at you as innocently as possible, but you both bursted out in shy chuckles while looking at each other joyfully. 

You laughingly threw yourself onto him and mumbled against the side of his neck that he should start introducing you to his world of sacred fantasies, because you were way to shy yet excited to form proper sentences. 

'You know what I was thinking just now when you called me beautiful again?', Felix started off and smiled when he felt you shaking your head that was still resting between the bed and the side of his neck, face nuzzled right in the gap. 

Before he could continue, you asked if he could hug you and caress your back while talking and experimentally let your own hand wander to where his shirt didn't cover his torso. 

'Of course, but please touch me as well. Seems like my shirt decided that it's now my skin's turn to directly feel your hands.'

'I appreciate your shirt for that.', you chuckled and pushed it up a bit further to have proper access to one side of his stomach and waist. 

'Where was I?', Felix asked and you paraphrased what he was just saying. 

'Right, I-', in this moment he felt your fingers ghosting over his skin and he shivered, surprised by his sensitivity and grunted discreetly. Instinctively, he put some force on his arms to push you down onto him, wanting to feel you as intensely as you made him feel. Then you started drawing small circles on his skin and he relaxed and let his body weight into the mattress naturally. 

Silence filled the room and you kept caressing Felix's body, relaxing into the action yourself. He was attentive to every of your radiating stimuli, having his eyes closed in deep concentration. 

Your breath tickling his neck, the rhythmical pressure of your chest on his, your hand that was where his shirt was supposed to be in every other situation but this one, your other hand that caressed his scalp and played with his hair, the way the mattress was feeling under him, pushed down slightly more on one side due to your lower half resting there, the upper half on Felix, calming him down way better than any weighted blanked could. 

He felt how his arms on your back warmed up, saving your body warmth and he felt the urge to push your shirt up to get the same skin to skin contact you were having with him right now.

As desperate as he could have been, simultaneously he felt so peaceful yet excited, so comfortably warm yet too warm, so joyfully silent with so many things he wanted to say that he came to the conclusion that this was a rare moment of feeling balance, when the midpoint he was always circling around was actually touched…