#that mere 'discomfort' makes you think you're a supporter?

[aloosefangirl]

I saw a post telling white people to keep watching and seeing videos and photos of Palestine and to feel the 'discomfort' it makes them feel and it just filled me with rage.

Is this what Palestinian death is to you? Discomfort? An inconvenience? All that pain and suffering and agony and death only makes you feel 'discomfort'? And you dare try to frame it as support? Activism?

White people make me sick

[lunarw0rks]

────141 headcanons: touching the belly────

a/n: y'all know i'm a sucker for the the pregs trope so i had to do this request. and i only did the four dinguses for this one, sorry anon ☺️

warning(s): pregnancy, fluff+angst, invasion of reader's personal space/privacy, protectiveness, hurt/comfort?, afab!reader

‧˚₊ MAIN MASTERLIST ⟢ 141 MASTERLIST ‧₊˚⊹

๋࣭ ⭑ PRICE

⌞one of the perks of being married to john is being supported. quite literally the definition of it, in every form. that goes for your baby too, no questions asked. he's more akin to simon in being traditional while you're expecting. wants you home, resting and not lifting a finger.

he's very particular about who he lets close to you, more than ever now. it makes sense considering his work and the general fragility of a new family. in the same way as kyle, he's constantly stressed. wants everything to be perfect for you and soon to be little one.

always has his eye on you, just like he does all his men. there's nothing he doesn't see or already knows about. honestly, may even spot a bad apple before you do. won't even bother with politeness and will shoo them away before their hand(s) even make contact with your tummy.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ SIMON

⌞ he was already protective enough before you got pregnant, but he's at a whole new level now. practically a full-time security guard by the time you reach your third trimester. ESPECIALLY when you two find yourselves out and about — which isn't often.

on the off chance that you're at some sort of gathering with simon, he's at your side no matter what. eyeing every person who approaches you, only chiming in when spoken to, out of mere courtesy. as soon as you give him any inkling of discomfort, he's asking you if he should go start the car.

one thing he hasn't gotten used to yet is the touching. how people often belaud pregnant women. cross boundaries constantly to get a feel of them and their bellies. it's already hard enough getting the man to relax, but it's hopeless now with all the new people he "needs" to keep an eye on. it's not a matter of him catching someone touching your belly; he'll already be standing there most likely. glares, huffs, will certainly go as far as removing their hand if it lingers long enough.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ SOAP

⌞doesn't see any point in excluding you from functions if you think you can handle them. loves having you on his lap or right beside him when he's out, even in pregnancy. as long as you're comfortable and able to signal to him when you're too tired or need something — he's just happy you're there.

most of all, johnny is fiercely protective of the bump. more than he is of you (which is nearly unfathomable, i know). and if there's one thing he loves more than you — it's gushing about you to anyone who'll listen. so, initially, he might not notice someone making you tense while amid his blabbing.

but after so long with him, you've learned to accept the flattery for what it is and remember how easy it is for him to get distracted. a firm squeeze to his hand or a tug to his jacket will do the trick. but once realizes what's happening, he's on it (with his new Dad Speed). finds a way to distract the person and slip you the car keys. promises he'll be out in two minutes to drive you home — and he always is.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ GAZ

⌞ even though he'd prefer you bundled up in bed and waiting for him, kyle still enjoys doing things with you. he definitely gives a wider berth than the other guys, but he's just as vigilant (if not more). he's more subtle about it, if anything.

it isn't just you to protect anymore, it's you and his baby. so, forgive the man for his pinched brows and clenched fists, he's reverted into nothing but a ball of anxiety the further the months progress.

doesn't mind people having a feel of you, usually, when they only mean well (it's typically older ladies anyhow). but sometimes it's a more unsavory interaction; someone who isn't taking any hints, who can't bear to leave the two of you alone. on one hand, gaz understands — an expectant, attractive couple out on a wholesome shopping trip is bound to lure attention. he takes a slower approach, less hostile to avoid upsetting you anyone. brushes it off with an excuse; "oh, love, you got that appointment today, right? don't wanna be late." and then makes his exit, a guiding hand around your waist.⌝

[luvsupa]

PRINCE GOJO LOVES WHO?!

tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to almost lovers to enemies (☹️), NEW MALE CHARACTER!, bully!gojo, gojo gets so jealous, love (ish)-hate relationship, gojos so confusing, ANGST, royalty, arranged marriage, forbidden love, lots of tension, smut-ish (intense kissing + grinding), cheating (guys don’t ever cheat) mdni.

w.c: 2.7k

a/n: sorry for the late update 😥 got lazy 🫣 but thank u guys so much for the support! It means a lot! + likes/ reblogs are very appreciative 💆🏽‍♀️

read part 2 here!

you wake up in an unfamiliar room, the soft mattress beneath you swallowing you deeper as you open your eyes. your body aches, you look under the cover to see the formal gown from last night’s dinner.

oh. the dinner.

your heart sinks as you recall the events. ayana had set you up, and gojo... he had brought you to his room and kissed you.

how could gojo treat me like this for years, kiss me, and then continue to torment me? you shift on the king-sized bed, relieved to find you’re alone.

you wince as you get up, the tight corset beneath your gown causing discomfort. you walk to the balcony, the view similar to yours but from many floors above.

opening the double balcony doors, you step closer to the railing and look down. you recognize your parents and gojo's among the guests. there are a few others, can’t seem to recognize their faces. who could they be? did my father invite them?

“how did you sleep?”

you close your eyes in annoyance, he’s the last person you want to see right now.

“i slept fine,” you say, not turning around to look at him. he can sense your irritation. “i shouldn’t overstay my time here, so i will go back to my room.” you turn around to finally face him. his eyes soften as he sees your puffy eyes from last night.

“no, please stay. i-i don’t mind how long,” he says, his voice with desperation, reaching to grab your hand to reassure you.

“i’m not sure ayana would appreciate me staying in the room she shares with her partner,” you say, hinting at her words from last night. gojo seems taken aback by your words and lets go of your hand, his expression faltering.

“so you think she’d appreciate us kissing?” he retorts, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice.

“i- no. but she is someone you will potentially wed. out of respect for the future princess, we must stop.” with that, gojo’s entire aura shifts. his eyes darken with anger at the mention of marriage. without waiting for his response, you exit the balcony and head towards the front door.

“i explained everything to your parents,” he blurts out, desperation seeping into his tone.

“thank you,” you say softly, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in your voice, as you leave his room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make yourself look more presentable than you did in gojo’s room, you’re too scared to face your family. you don’t know what gojo said to them, but you assume it’s good.

“hi, dear, we have an important meeting you must attend,” you hear your mother's soft voice from your doorway.

“mother, if this is about last night, i will explain—”

“it is not. satoru enlightened us all, it was just a mere childhood feeling,” she reassures as she walks closer to you. “I deeply regret not hearing your side, but the past is behind us. We must discuss more relevant matters. join me in the drawing room when you're ready.”

tears almost fill your eyes as relief washes over you. finally, your family is hearing you out. you nod as she embraces you with a warm hug before exiting the room, giving you more time to prepare yourself.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make your way toward the drawing room, your nerves intensify. your mother hadn’t given you any details about the meeting, and the presence of more guards than usual, dressed in different-colored uniforms, only heightens your anxiety.

standing close to the drawing room doors, the guards open them to reveal a room filled with your parents, gojo’s parents, and a few unfamiliar faces you noticed at the balcony. the mothers and other women sit on the couches, while the men stand on the other side, deep in discussion.

abruptly, your mother and the queen stand up, acknowledging your presence. “perfect! dear, we have someone who would like to meet you!” your mother says, her voice brimming with excitement. your nerves spike as an unfamiliar woman calls over someone to meet you.

too nervous to turn around, you hear footsteps approaching behind you.

“hello, my beautiful,” a voice says, making time feel as if it has stopped. you turn around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with slicked-back blonde hair and a single curled strand. his hazel eyes gaze down at you, and you are in complete shock, struggling to respond.

“i- hi,” you manage to say, shamelessly checking him out. he chuckles at your response.

“i’m kento nanami. i’ve heard a lot about you,” he says smoothly. you’re starstruck by his beauty, still struggling to find words. your mother stands beside you, her hands on your shoulders, urging you to act proper.

“he is also a prince—soon to be king,” your mother whispers in your ear, but nanami definitely hears.

“i hope you don’t see me merely as a king. i’m here to leave the weight of royalty and simply be myself,” he says, as your mother apologizes for her rudeness. if anything, his humility makes you more attracted to him.

“well, we shall leave you two alone to get to know each other on a deeper level,” the queen says, and everyone quickly exits. your mother gives you one last look before leaving, reminding you to be on your best behaviour. for what, though?

“ugh, finally the parents have left. i was getting bored of hearing about royal duties and nonsense,” nanami says, exhaling a long-held breath as you both settle on the couches. his boldness stuns you. he doesn’t want to be bombarded with royal duties... hot.

“i wouldn’t know much about royal duties the way you do, kento. i bet our fathers chatted you into boredom,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

“my father? no, that was my mother’s brother. my father passed years ago from an illness.”

great. he hates me.

“oh my—I-I’m so sorry, your majesty. i truly didn’t know,” you quickly say, but he gives you a warm smile, reassuring you that you simply didn’t know.

“i would also hope that you would address me without honorifics. i’d hope for my soon-to-be wife to call me by my first name.”

what?

“sorry what? wife? no offense, but i don’t know you or anything about any marriage!” you say, heart racing, realizing you were kept out of the loop.

“your parents haven’t told you? they’ve been stressing my family for years that you were waiting to meet me,” he says, very confused. you shift your position on the couch, fully facing him.

“i’ve had a few conversations about marriage but nothing about us... i-i mean i’m definitely not ready,” you say, starting to freak out. he notices and holds your hand, his much larger and radiating warmth.

“i may not understand being left out of important conversations—especially regarding your future,” he says, drawing circles on your hand. “if you are not ready to marry, i will use my royal duties and call it off.” his warm smile makes your heart feel whole. maybe he’s the one for you; he’s patient, kind, and handsome.

“kento I—”

“i will not let you marry her!” you hear as the doors burst open.

this cannot be happening.

you and nanami quickly stand up, startled by gojo’s sudden interruption.

“satoru, you cannot be—”

“get your guards and get the hell out of my estate. you are not welcome here—nor are you welcome to marry her!” gojo yells, angrily walking towards you both. nanami looks at you, just as confused as you are by gojo’s crazed state.

“excuse us, kento. i need to have a talk with him,” you say sternly, grabbing gojo’s arm and leading him out of the drawing room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

after what felt like an eternity dragging gojo to the library, he stubbornly refused to move. finally, you arrive and shut the door behind you, locking it firmly to ensure privacy.

“what the hell is wrong with you? you can’t act like a child and barge in like that!” you say angrily, turning to face him.

“what is wrong with me? how dare you marry someone you don’t even know!” his glare intensifies, his bright blue eyes darkening with rage. “whoever i choose to wed is not your decision—nor shall it be your problem!” you retort, matching his tone.

“it is my problem—especially if you’re making reckless decisions without my presence,” he yells, causing you to scrunch your face in utter confusion. “you’re seriously unbelievable! i can’t believe it,” you say, slowly putting pieces together.

“why are you so against me being married? it shouldn’t matter to—“

“i cannot bear to lose the one person i’m deathly in love with to another man!”

what?

you look at him, wishing he had never said those words. if anything, you wished for him to torment you than confess his love for you.

“that is not fair—it is not fair and you know that,” you say, walking away from him breathing heavily as you go deeper into the library, with him following you.

“i am madly in love with you—since our childhood—“

“satoru, stop. you do not love me. you’ve been making my life a living hell. my stay here—is beyond hell,” you say as you turn and look at him with teary eyes. “the one time i have a chance at life with a loving man and you—you try to ruin it,” you say.

“would he ever love you the depths that i love you?” he questions, and you're taken aback from his words. “love? do you consider ruining my life, my reputation, humiliating me as ‘love’?”

“that was the only way i could block you out of my head—my feelings, my thoughts. i hated the fact your own parents planned to wed you off during our teenage years! i love you so much i pushed you away!” gojo confesses as you watch him pour out his deep feelings.

“so you simply ignored my feelings all those years? all the torment i endured? you only cared about yourself?”

“do you love me?” he says, ignoring what you said. you stammer at your words as he continues to repeat his words, walking closer to you as you slowly walk backwards.

“you were my first love,” you quietly say as you shake your head, your mind all jumbled up. he smiles at your words that he’s been dying to hear. “but you have proved to me over and over that i am not yours. you cannot say you love someone then treat them like shit!” you say as his smile slowly fades.

“i will marry kento and that is the end,” you say. he looks at you angrily.

“is that really what you want? to be with someone who won’t drive you wild like i do? to live a dull life, lacking the connection we have?” he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. 

“you know, i could show you just how much i love you. how every night, it’s your face i see, your name i whisper. just one touch, one kiss, and you’d remember why you were mine first.”

you feel your breath hitch as he leans in, his lips almost dangerously close to yours. “i bet he would never know how to make you tremble with a single look, how to make you ache with a single touch.”

before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a desperate and passionate hunger. his hands find your waist, pulling you close as the kiss deepens, his mouth relentless and demanding.

lust once again takes over your body, igniting a fire as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss more. moans escape into each other’s mouths as you both lose yourselves in the moment. his tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part willingly, tasting the sweetness of desire.

as you two are mindlessly kissing, you stumble backward, gojo’s strong arms steadying you both until you collapse onto a nearby couch. your gown drapes around you, the fabric crumpling as you straddle him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. his hands remain on your waist, gripping possessively, refusing to release you from his embrace.

heat radiates between you, his body pressed against yours, a desperate ache building in the pit of your stomach. the intensity of the moment fuels your movements, his hands are guiding you as you’re shamelessly grinding on his bulge. feeling him throb beneath you.

moans and gasps escape into each other’s mouths, the air thick with tension and desire. your bodies move together instinctively, as if trying to merge into one. 

you break the kiss, your lips parting from his with a soft, lingering resistance. his darkened eyes plead for more, hunger burning in their depths as he leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a silent plea. but you resist, causing him to whine and pout at your refusal. what a baby.

“i-i will marry kento,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with the intensity of your emotions. it’s a final decision made in the heat of the moment.

gojo leans his head back with a frustrated groan from hearing another man’s name. he releases his hold on your waist as you rise from his lap, smoothing out your gown to look more presentable. his whine of protest goes unheard as you walk away, the sound of your heels against the wooden floor echoing as you walk away.

the tension hangs heavy in the library as you leave him behind—your heart racing, your mind reeling, and the taste of him lingering on your lips.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you walk through the grand halls, your footsteps echoing softly as you make your way to the garden, seeking a moment to clear your mind from what happened in the library.

as you step into the garden, you notice two figures standing near a fountain. it’s ayana and nanami. ayana is giggling, her hand rubbing against nanami’s arm as she leans in closer to him. she looks up at him with adoring eyes, her laughter bright and flirtatious.

you stop in your tracks, feeling a jealous at the sight. she always finds a way to ruin something.

nanami notices you walking in and turns to gesture you to join them. ayana looks over to see you and scoffs, wrapping her arm possessively around nanami’s as you approach.

“i see you’ve already met ayana,” you say bitterly, shooting a disdainful glance at her.

“met? oh, kenny! you haven’t told her about us!” ayana fake pouts, her tone dripping with insincerity. you look at them in confusion. “who do you think was his stress reliever, hmm?” she confesses, and a pang of jealousy courses through you.

“i’ve told you many times that whatever happened in the past stays in the past, ayana,” nanami says firmly, removing her arms from around him and creating space between them.

“but of course, that was before i met ruru! we’re now happily in love—expecting to be engaged soon,” ayana chirps cheerfully, her words stoking your anger. little does she know what happened a few minutes ago…

“but poor you, would any man truly desire a future with you?” she taunts, walking closer to you, her hand brushing your cheek. you shove her hand away, infuriated by her audacity.

“i intended to announce our engagement at the gala, but we are also planning our marriage,” nanami declares calmly, causing ayana to whirl around in horror. for once, she is speechless, no vile words escaping her lips.

nothing.

“so instead of belittling my wife and your future queen, i’d advise you to show her the respect she deserves,” nanami says in a low, threatening voice. you’re shocked at his words, feeling his soft touch as he takes your hand to lead you out of the garden. not waiting for one of her snarky response.

turning back, you see tears filling ayana’s eyes as she remains frozen in place. seeing her like this brings a small, satisfied smile to your face. but as nanami guides you back into the castle, you notice gojo rushing out of the library towards ayana, her sobs echoing loudly.

you watch as gojo softly comforts her, his actions mirroring those he once showed you. you start to feel enraged at the sight, but your view is cut off as nanami turns a corner, and they disappear from sight.

why am I feeling this way?

[moonselune]

Hi could you do one where tav can’t walk after a night with the BG3 Ladies??

heheheheheheh yes.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

Karlach and you had shared many passionate nights together, but this morning was different. As you tried to get out of bed, your legs felt like jelly, barely able to support your weight. Karlach, still laying beside you, propped herself up on one elbow and watched with a mixture of amusement and concern.

You attempted to stand, but your knees buckled, causing you to collapse back onto the bed with an undignified grunt. Karlach couldn't hold it in any longer—she burst out laughing, a sound that echoed through the room like joyful thunder. Her laughter was infectious, and soon you found yourself chuckling too, despite your frustration.

"Care to explain why my legs feel like they've turned to jelly?" you managed to say between giggles. Karlach wiped tears of mirth from her eyes, still breathless from laughing.

"I guess I may have… overexerted you a bit last night," she replied with a mischievous grin. You tried to glare at her playfully, but it was hard to maintain any semblance of seriousness when she looked at you like that.

"You could say that," you admitted, your lips twitching into a smile despite yourself. Still chuckling, Karlach scooted closer to you and ran a hand gently over your thigh.

"Let me help you up," she offered, her voice laced with affection.

With her support, you managed to sit up on the edge of the bed, though your legs still felt wobbly beneath you. Karlach steadied you with a hand on your back, her touch warm and reassuring.

"I swear," you teased, leaning against her for support, "you're trying to cripple me."

Karlach laughed again, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I can't help it if you can't handle a night with me," she teased back, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

You rolled your eyes playfully, unable to resist her infectious energy. Despite the slight discomfort in your muscles, you couldn't deny that the laughter and banter with Karlach made everything feel lighter.

"Alright, alright," you conceded, finally able to stand with Karlach's help. "But next time, go easy on me, alright?"

Karlach chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around you in a tender embrace.

"I make no promises," she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. You laughed softly, feeling the lingering ache in your muscles but also the warmth of Karlach's affection surrounding you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

Minthara was known for her assertiveness and confidence, qualities that often extended to every facet of her life, including moments of intimacy. After a particularly passionate night with her, you woke up feeling utterly drained, your legs refusing to cooperate as you attempted to rise from the bed.

Groaning softly, you tried to gather your strength, but each attempt to stand was met with a sharp pang of protest from your muscles. Minthara, lying next to you with a smug grin on her face, watched the spectacle with amusement, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You look like you've been thoroughly ravished," she remarked casually, sitting up to get a better view. You shot her a playful glare, though the effort only made your muscles ache even more.

"And whose fault is that?" you retorted, trying to mask the amusement in your voice.

Minthara chuckled throatily, stretching languidly in the bed. "Oh, I plead guilty to that," she replied, her voice low and sultry. You attempted to stand again, but your legs trembled beneath you, threatening to give out completely. You tried a few more times, trying to ignore Minthara watching you, waiting for you to ask for help, and eventually you did.

"I think I might need a little help here," you admitted reluctantly, hoping Minthara would lend you a hand. To your surprise, Minthara merely raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Oh, do you now?" she teased, making no move to assist you. You huffed in mock annoyance, though secretly enjoying the banter.

"Yes, I do," you replied, giving her a pointed look. She chuckled softly, shaking her head as if amused by your stubbornness.

"Very well," she relented finally, pushing herself up to sit beside you. "Come here then."

You shifted closer to Minthara, expecting her to help you up. Instead, she surprised you by slipping her arms around your waist and effortlessly lifting you off the bed. You let out a surprised yelp, instinctively wrapping your arms around her neck for support. Minthara held you securely against her, her strength evident as she effortlessly carried you across the room.

"Stubborn," she murmured teasingly, pressing a playful kiss to your temple.

You couldn't help but chuckle softly, the closeness between you and Minthara adding a warmth to your cheeks that had little to do with the lingering soreness in your muscles.

"I was just trying to prove a point," you admitted sheepishly, relaxing into her embrace.

Minthara chuckled again, her voice low and husky. "And what point might that be?" she asked, her tone playful yet tinged with affection.

"That even after a night like that," you replied with a grin, "I can still hold my own."

She laughed softly, carrying you with ease as she made her way towards the bathing chamber. "Oh, I have no doubt about that," she murmured, her words laced with admiration.

As Minthara gently lowered you into the warm bathwater, her touch gentle yet possessive, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for her strength and for the way she effortlessly supported you—both physically and emotionally. In that moment, as you relaxed into her care, you knew that despite her teasing and playful demeanor, Minthara would always be there to lift you up when you needed her the most.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

Lae'zel stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over her chest, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. You lay sprawled across the mattress, legs tangled in the sheets, trying to gather your bearings after a night of passionate lovemaking with your fiery Githyanki girlfriend.

"You look pleased with yourself," you remarked, attempting to sit up but wincing as a sharp twinge shot through your legs.

Lae'zel's smirk widened into a grin. "As well I should be. Finally, I have managed to render you incapable of standing straight. It seems I have bested you in more ways than one, weakling."

You chuckled weakly, propping yourself up on your elbows. "I wouldn't call this being bested. It's just… temporary incapacitation."

She strode closer to the bed, her grin turning smug. "Temporary, perhaps. But it proves my prowess."

You couldn't help but admire her confidence, even as you struggled to push yourself into a sitting position. "Alright, alright," you conceded, trying to hide the grin tugging at your lips. "You win this round."

"I always win," she replied matter-of-factly, reaching out to gently help you sit up. You leaned back against the headboard, wincing slightly at the soreness in your muscles.

"I didn't realize this was a competition," you teased, glancing up at her.

Lae'zel's expression softened for a moment before her usual bravado returned. "Everything with you is a competition. I intend to be the best at everything, including… this."

She gestured vaguely toward the tangled sheets, her cheeks coloring slightly despite her attempt to appear nonchalant. You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her, admiring her determination and the vulnerability she rarely showed.

"Well, congratulations," you said sincerely, reaching out to take her hand. "You've definitely left an impression."

Lae'zel scoffed lightly but didn't pull her hand away, her fingers intertwining with yours.

"It's about time you acknowledged my prowess," she muttered, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

You chuckled softly, squeezing her hand. "I never doubted it for a moment."

She huffed, trying to maintain her tough exterior, but a small smile played on her lips. "Good. Now rest. You'll need your strength for the next round."

You nodded, leaning your head back against the pillow with a smile. "Looking forward to it."

As you settled back into the comfortable silence of the room, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Despite Lae'zel's competitive nature and your playful banter, there was an undeniable connection between you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart lounged against the headboard of the bed, her expression a mix of satisfaction and amusement as she watched you attempt to navigate across the room. After a particularly intense night together, your legs felt like jelly, and every step sent a jolt of pleasant soreness through your muscles.

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Having trouble there, lover?"

You shot her a playful glare as you hobbled towards the dresser, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in your legs.

"Oh, hush," you retorted, feigning nonchalance. "It's nothing."

Shadowheart chuckled softly, her eyes following your movements with a mix of amusement and affection. "Nothing, hmm? You seem to be moving rather gingerly."

You sighed dramatically, turning to face her with a mock scowl. "Well, maybe if someone hadn't been so… enthusiastic last night," you teased, grabbing a pillow from the bed and lobbing it in her direction. She deftly dodged the pillow, laughing as it landed harmlessly on the floor beside her.

"Enthusiastic?" she echoed, her smirk widening. "I believe you were equally enthusiastic, if I recall correctly."

You couldn't help but laugh at her teasing. "Fair point," you admitted, reaching for another pillow and throwing it at her. "But you could at least show some sympathy."

Shadowheart caught the pillow this time, holding it in her lap as she leaned forward slightly, her gaze softening.

"Oh, my love," she said, her voice gentler now. "I do sympathize. But I also find it rather amusing."

You groaned playfully, grabbing a nearby cushion and chucking it at her with more force than intended. It hit her shoulder, causing her to laugh and shake her head.

"Alright, alright," she relented, setting the pillows aside and standing up. "Come here."

You hesitated for a moment, knowing she was enjoying this far too much. But the genuine concern in her eyes softened your resolve. Slowly, you made your way back towards the bed, her arms opening to welcome you into a comforting embrace.

"Next time," Shadowheart murmured as she helped you settle against her, "we'll take it a bit easier, hmm?"

You nodded, resting your head against her shoulder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "Deal," you agreed softly. "But it was worth it."

She chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Absolutely," she replied, her arms tightening around you. "Now, let's get you comfortable."

As she eased you back onto the bed, arranging the pillows to support your tired muscles, you couldn't help but smile. Despite her teasing, Shadowheart's caring gestures spoke volumes about her love and concern for you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

The previous night had been one of passion and intimacy, leaving your muscles pleasantly sore and your movements slightly unsteady. You got up to fetch some water, feeling Jaheria's eyes on your slightly staggering form.

"You seem to be moving rather tentatively, my dear," Jaheira remarked with a hint of amusement in her voice. You turned to face her, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at her teasing tone.

"I'm fine," you replied, trying to maintain a sense of composure despite the embarrassment of your unsteady gait. "It's nothing, truly, just a bit sore, that's all."

Jaheira chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with affection. "That's all, hmm?" she echoed, her smile growing wider. "I must say, it's been quite some time since I've left my mark so thoroughly."

You couldn't help but laugh at her playful pride. "I suppose you still have it," you admitted with a grin, trying to mask your own amusement.

"Indeed," Jaheira replied, her voice taking on a mockingly serious tone. "It's good to know that my skills are not diminished, in my ancient age."

"Well, I appreciate your… dedication" you replied, slowly making your way back to the bed where she sat. Jaheira's expression softened, her teasing demeanor giving way to genuine concern as she watched you carefully.

"Are you in pain?" she asked softly, reaching out to gently guide you to sit beside her. You nodded, grateful for her concern despite your embarrassment.

"A bit," you admitted, letting out a small sigh as you settled onto the bed beside her.

"Let me help," Jaheira offered, her hands gentle as she began to massage your sore muscles. Her touch was soothing, easing the tension and soreness as you relaxed against her.

"Thank you," you murmured gratefully, leaning into her touch. Jaheira smiled warmly, her fingers working skillfully over your tense muscles.

"You're welcome, my dear," she replied softly. "I'm glad to be of service." As she continued to massage your muscles and as you leaned back against her, feeling the tension melting away under her skilled touch.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

`I love writing silly fluffy ones like this lmao, hope you all enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

[hard-core-super-star]

Can I please request reader taking Hailee's strap for the first time or Hailee taking reader's strap for the first time, whichever you prefer! I really really enjoy all of your fics 😁

sinking deeper into you [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: top!hailee steinfeld x bottom!reader

summary: your girlfriend is the sweetest person you've ever met and yet you can't help but try to get her out of her shell for a night.

warnings: smut -> minors look away [porn with two inches of plot and by plot i mean fluff; sweet, needy, dorky hailee turns into borderline daddy hailee very quickly so keep that in mind; strap-on sex {R receiving}; like 2 seconds of strapwarming; so many pet names; praise kink go brrr; is loving degradation a thing?]

wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: not gonna lie, this is exactly what i think about every time i listen to the coast bridge so...yeah. you can't tell me it's not intentional. i sincerely was going to write this the other way around but i got too carried away and committed to this instead. thank you, lovely anon, for being my first smut request [and for the lovely comment], hope you enjoy <3

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There are a lot of things to love about dating Hailee. There's the long list of ridiculously cheesy pet names she loves calling you, the constant hand-holding, the soft reassurances whenever you're having a particularly rough day, and, of course, the way she's always so considerate about your feelings.

Sometimes, you don't even need to tell her you're uncomfortable with something for her to know she should step in. She'll just quietly change the conversation or lead you away from whatever was causing your discomfort. 

Your girlfriend is lovely and supportive and you would have absolutely no complaints about it if she weren't so blinded by her need to make sure you're always comfortable. It's a strange thing to complain about, you're very aware of that, but sometimes you wanted more than the brunette was willing to give you. 

Especially in the bedroom.

You’ve heard every possible excuse under the sun about why she’s so hesitant to take certain steps with you but you’re pretty sure she’s just trying to keep her dominant side in check when it comes to you. It’s truly sweet but also attractive in a way that only makes you want her even more. 

Which leaves you stuck in the best yet worst cycle of your life. One that’s filled with soft pleads that fall on ears that are too busy relishing in your moans of ecstasy to actually listen to your words.

Tonight was going to be different though.

At least that’s what you told yourself. You had rehearsed the words you were going to say to your girlfriend over and over all day but unfortunately for you, they flew away the second she walked into your shared home.

She’d been gone all day, bouncing from one boring business meeting to another and while she loved her job, she loved being with you even more. So, the second she found you lounging on the couch wearing one of her old shirts, she practically pounced on you.

“Hello to you too,” you say through a laugh. “I take it you missed me?”

“You already know the answer to that, baby.” Her voice is softer than usual, traces of her earlier annoyance still noticeable in her tone. You don’t have to ask to know she’s had a rough day and you both already know you’ll do everything in your power to help her feel better.

You merely hum in response, content to just lie there with your overly affectionate girlfriend situated on top of you. Hailee seems just fine with having her face buried into the side of your neck but it takes no less than two minutes for her true intentions to come out.

She shifts a little seemingly trying to wrap her arms around you so she can feel you close to her but you know her well enough to know she’s not merely trying to cuddle with you. You’re proven correct when her hands start to mess with the hem of your shirt. “Have I ever told you how much I love it when you wear my clothes?”

“Once or twice,” you reply with a grin.

You feel her chuckle against your neck, her warm breath dancing against your skin but now quite touching you yet.

It’s been five seconds and you already want more.

Hailee, never one to leave you hanging, gives in to both of your desires and begins to press feather-light kisses onto the side of your neck. You instantly tilt your head back for her and pretend not to notice the smug smirk plastered on her face. She’s slowly winding you up like you’re her favorite toy and you can’t find it in yourself to complain.

Especially once her hands begin to move.

“Is this okay, love?” She whispers between soft kisses.

The tips of her fingers are just barely grazing against your stomach and it takes all your strength not to arch into her touch. “Mhmm…”

“I need words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

That’s all she has to say to get you to turn into putty in her hands.

“Keep going…please.”

“Good girl.” Your reward comes in the form of her helping you slide out of your shirt. She leans back and kneels between your spread legs to admire your body, her smirk growing once she realizes you’re not wearing a bra. “Always so good for me. So beautiful under me.”

“Is that why you’re taking forever?” You ask, unable to keep your inner brat in check.

She rolls her eyes at your question but you don't miss the way her hands wrap around your hips in a tight grip. It's a subtle warning but it's a warning nonetheless.

You can't help but wonder what would happen if you pushed her, though. If you truly pressed all her buttons until she had no choice but to strip away that sweet facade and put you in your place.

But that's a plan for another day.

For now, you bite your tongue and let her have her way.

She watches your face closely, her lack of words only adding to the intensity of the moment. She’s barely even touched you and you’ve already made a mess in your underwear.

A mess that only grows once her hands finally move again. They glide up from your hips, her nails lightly scratching your stomach, until she finally reaches her destination.

It takes all your self-restraint and then some to stop yourself from bucking your hips as her fingers tease your sensitive nipples. A barely audible whine slips past your parted lips the second she starts pinching and pulling at your flesh, though.

The sound makes her stop which only serves to draw out another needy sound from your throat. “What was that? Do you need something, love?”

All you can do is nod but, of course, Hailee’s not letting you get off that easy. It’s part of her charm, even though it’s also ridiculously frustrating in moments like these.

“Go on, baby. Tell me what you need.”

Here it is. The moment you’ve been searching for for far longer than you’ll ever admit out loud. You ignore the flush on your cheeks and the throbbing in your cunt long enough to ask for what you truly want.

“Your strap,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper yet full of that subtle desperation your girlfriend loves bringing out of you.

She doesn’t say anything for a few moments but the glimmer in her eyes stops you from overthinking your words. “Are you sure? I don't want to rush you, love.”

“I know but I really need to feel you inside of me.”

Her eyes widen for a few seconds before her whole face changes. You practically watch her slip into that dominant persona she plays so well when she wants to. And it seems like she desperately wants to tonight.

“Is that so? My fingers aren't enough for you anymore, baby? You need more?”

You force the confirmation she's looking for out of your mouth before you get too flustered to respond. “Yes, please.”

That's all she needs to hear and she wastes no time jumping to her feet, the action so endearing you almost forget about your drenched underwear. You hold in a giggle as she extends her hand out to you and helps you stand only to pick you up and carry you toward the bedroom.

You’ll never understand her fascination with carrying you around but you’re also not about to complain. Mainly because her radiant joy is contagious…and because the view you get of her biceps is more than enough to distract you.

“Stay right here, okay?” She mumbles as she sets you down on the bed. “I’ll be right back to give you everything you want.”

There’s no doubt in your mind that she’ll be true to her word.

The next few minutes pass by far too slowly for your liking but your suffering finally ends when Hailee comes out of the bathroom, looking far too proud of herself and the dark purple dildo strapped to her hips. “What do you think?”

You’re speechless and more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life. You didn’t think the brunette could get any more attractive and yet here she is leaving you dizzy and desperate just from standing in front of you. The smirk, the abs, the pure confidence she oozes, it’s all too much in the best of ways.

“Come here…please.”

All she does is chuckle before finally joining you in bed. She helps you discard the rest of your clothes without pointing out how absolutely drenched you are for her. One hand lands on your hip while she uses the other one to hold herself up above you, staring down at you like you’re the best thing she’s ever seen.

The sentiment is mutual except you’re sure your eyes carry far stronger traces of neediness than Hailee’s. Which is exactly what she likes, if you're both being honest.

For a second you’re sure she’s going to make you beg before moving an inch but thankfully, it seems she wants you just as much as you want her.

She shifts her hips closer to you and you immediately wrap your arms around her as she oh so slowly slides the tip of the strap into your aching cunt. You let out a gasp, the intrusion feeling slightly uncomfortable but not unwelcome.

“I know, I know,” she whispers. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

“Fuck.” You groan, loving and hating the torturously slow pace she’s set.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Good. Really good.”

Her slow movements allow you to feel the way she stretches your walls with every inch she pushes inside. It takes no time at all for the sound of heavy breathing and quiet moans to fill the room.

Her hand slides down between your legs and her thumb messily circles your swollen clit to help you get used to the feeling of her strap buried inside you. “Was this what you wanted, baby? To have your pretty pussy filled up by me?”

You’re glad she can’t actually feel the way you clench around the dildo at her slightly degrading words. She’s not an idiot though and she’d have to be blind not to notice the way your hips buck toward her.

“Come on, darling. I’m not a mind reader.”

You open your mouth to say something, anything really, but Hailee decides it’d be the perfect time to start moving again. You can’t form a single word or thought once she starts thrusting in and out of you.

The brunette can’t even pretend to be disappointed by your lack of words, too lost in the way your body responds to her movements and the feeling of the base of the dildo rubbing against her clit with every thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good, babe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. So wet and needy for me.”

Your nails dig into her shoulder blades as you pull her closer. “Hailee-” Whatever else you were going to say is swallowed up by another moan.

“I’m right here, y/n.” The way she so easily slips back and forth between the two opposing sides of her desire drives you to the brink of pleasure-filled insanity. “Just focus on me.”

She leans down to nip at your jawline while her hips move faster and faster against you. The only thing you can do is arch your back into her touch and beg for more.

A request your girlfriend wastes no time in fulfilling.

Her soft caresses to your clit pick up speed. Her thumb, hips, and lips all work in unison to bring you the release your body craves. “You’re perfect like this. All fucked-out and mine to please.”

You love and hate the way she knows your mind and its hidden desires so well. “Lee, please, babe.”

“Please what?” She asks, clearly loving the way you’re so willing to play this game with her. “Use your words, baby, you know the rules.”

“Please, can I cum?”

A few agonizing seconds pass by before she gives you the answer you’re waiting for. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Show me how much you love the way I feel inside you.”

If her actions weren’t enough to push you to the edge, her words are.

The world outside of her embrace disappears and you give in to the overwhelming pleasure. All you can feel is her strap pushing and pulling in and out of you as you let yourself go, making a mess on both the toy and the sheets below you.

Hailee falls over the edge with you, mumbled words of praise and breathless moans filling the space between your faces.

It takes a few moments for your brain to come back down from such a breath-taking high and once you do, you realize the way your girlfriend has collapsed on top of you. The sight is just as heart-warming as it is arousing but you’re far too tired right now for another round.

“You okay?” You whisper, tilting your head a little so you can truly appreciate the way your girlfriend looks with her face buried into your neck.

“Yeah.” She presses a quick kiss to your sweaty skin to emphasize her point. “That was incredible. How are you doing? Was that too rough?”

“I’m not made of glass, Lee,” you assure her. “And I’m not the one covered in scratches.”

She shivers as you trace a finger up and down her spine. “Feels nice…Do you mind if I stay like this for a little while?”

The way you hold her close is enough of an answer for her. You’re both desperately in need of a shower and some food, but all you want right now is each other and the peace being locked together like this brings.

[foreignswaggersession]

there are definitely iwtv fans who love acting like they care about racism when it comes to fictional characters, but have no issue with being condescending towards actual black and south asian people in this fandom.

Btw making "brown man has mid dick" jokes to prop up lestat is also clownery and it's even more stupid how some people would choose to double down on it after hearing about why it's degrading and uncomfortable. like i couldn't believe the bullshit i was reading from some of these so called "fandom anti racists", but they're clearly not mature enough for this discussion.

sorry for taking so long to respond anon - i wanted to make the posts with screenshots first so i could show my work and not be accused of merely reaching to support my ship. i think most the condescension from these fans comes from their selective memory of the show as filtered through their long-held headcanons, and i wanted to respond by citing the show itself. the fans started claiming louis was never attracted to armand as plainly evident, when the show clearly says the exact opposite, repeatedly. i watched the "armand has mid dick" joke/theory develop in real time and snowball within the pro-louis section of the fandom. it got twisted up in the 'louis hates topping' + 'lestat's dick is uniquely amazing' + 'armand can't satisfy louis' takes, all of which i disagree with. i understand your discomfort anon, it's part of why i started posting in the fandom - 'louis only wants pink dick' also became a thing this season and it broke me (louis didn't get it up for jonah while eating rats for y'all to act like pink dick does anything for him but sure, believe what you want).

to give some credit, i think some of these fans you're talking about started making these 'jokes' in reaction to the overwhelming (and undeserved) sympathy towards armand that dominated the fandom at the time (probably still does tbh). it's fair to point out that armand is not just any brown man but is in fact an extremely manipulative abuser who threatened to kill louis, set him and his family up to get killed, killed his daughter/sister, lied to him about it for years, sadistically let him suffer after a suicide attempt he instigated, erased that memory and covered THAT up for years, and to also suggest that those acts negatively affected louis's attraction to him. and yeah, i too am tired of reading takes about how loving armand was (girl when?) and how louis wasn't nice enough to him 🙄. that said, armand is attractive as fuck in universe and in our reality, so it's weird to pretend louis would not be attracted to him, despite his off-putting nature (see season 1).

most importantly, louis's desire for armand is a key plot point essential to the breakdown of his and claudia's relationship. claudia didn't say "picked another one over me" and "you were lestat's, now you're armand's" out of ignorance - she understands louis better than anyone. it's wishful thinking to suggest that louis suffered in silence for claudia through eps 11 and 13 and only stayed with armand for 70+ years to protect claudia/punish lestat and no other reason. it would have been really great if louis kept his commitment to claudia, probably would have saved several lives...alas, tragedy.

like i keep saying, just say you don't see the chemistry in / can't support loumand, or prefer the chemistry / want to support loustat. but claiming that louis never fell in love with armand prior to claudia's murder - that just is not supported by the show's text.

just fyi, i think saintarmand has a great answer to a similar ask, so i will also refer you to her response here.

[todorokis-girl]

I saw you were wanting requests so I thought I'd stop by with an idea. A little back story for the idea, I had to have one of my molars pulled recently because it was broken and infected. So I was wondering how Sugawara would act in helping taking care of you after having a tooth pulled? Or maybe him comforting you over the anxieties of going to the dentist and having teeth pulled.

I hope this gives you ideas. No pressure to write it by any means. Feel free to ignore it if you want to. Anyways I hope you have a lovely day and remember to stay hydrated.

Hello! Thank you for the request, it took me a while because I had no idea how to approach it. There are so many ways to comfort someone during a scary situation; but at the end, I am just a fan of the mundane, making to much of a focus of things makes it harder to deal with.

I hope you enjoy this, Do let me know what you think!

masterlist

A Moment of Gentle Care

In the quiet embrace of evening, you found yourself ensnared by the throbbing pain of a broken molar. Shadows of anxiety loomed large, whispering fears of the impending dentist's chair and the extraction to come. Sugawara, with his warm, steady presence, became your beacon amidst the storm. His eyes, a gentle silver, reflected understanding and concern.

As you lay on the couch, Sugawara knelt beside you, his hands tenderly cradling your own. The soft glow of the lamp cast a golden halo around him, making him appear almost ethereal. He spoke in soothing tones, each word a balm to your frayed nerves. "Hey," he murmured, his voice as comforting as a lullaby. "I know it's scary, but you're strong. You've faced so much already." His thumb traced reassuring circles on the back of your hand. "Remember when you cheered us on during our toughest matches? You were my strength. Let me be yours now."

The night wore on, with Sugawara sharing stories, his laughter a light breeze easing the tension from your shoulders. He brought you a cup of chamomile tea, its steam swirling like whispered promises of relief. As you sipped, he gently brushed a stray hair from your forehead, his touch feather-light yet grounding. His presence was a soothing balm, his every action a testament to his deep care for you.

Sugawara’s eyes sparkled with playful mischief as he recounted tales from their volleyball matches, drawing you into a world where the pain and fear seemed to melt away. "Do you remember the time Nishinoya tried to teach everyone how to do a rolling thunder? He ended up crashing into Asahi!" His laughter was infectious, a warm melody that wrapped around your heart, easing the ache within.

When the day of the extraction arrived, Sugawara was there, his presence a comforting constant. He held your hand as you entered the clinic, his grip firm and unwavering. "I’ll be right here," he promised, his eyes locking onto yours, a steadfast anchor in the sea of your anxiety. His voice was a soft murmur in your ear, weaving a cocoon of safety around you. "You're doing great," he whispered, "just breathe."

Through the procedure, you felt his support, a silent vigil beside you. When it was over, and the molar was gone, replaced by a tender ache, Sugawara was there to guide you home. He prepared a cozy nest of blankets and soft pillows, ensuring your comfort. He read to you from your favorite book, his voice a melodic rhythm that lulled you into restful slumber. His hand never left yours, a constant reminder of his unwavering presence.

In those moments of vulnerability and healing, Sugawara's care enveloped you, turning a painful experience into a testament of his unwavering love and support. The pain seemed distant, a mere echo in the presence of his comforting words and gentle touches. He stayed by your side, his warmth a steady flame against the chill of discomfort.

Sugawara’s dedication was unyielding. He monitored your needs, bringing you cool compresses for your swollen jaw and preparing soft, nourishing meals. His hands were gentle as he helped you sip water, his eyes never leaving your face. "You're doing so well," he would say, his voice full of pride and encouragement.

As you drifted in and out of sleep, you felt the weight of his care surrounding you. Sugawara’s love was a soft whisper in the darkness, a guiding star that led you through the haze of pain. His presence was a soothing melody, a symphony of support and tenderness that carried you through each moment.

In the days that followed, Sugawara's care never wavered. He was your rock, your safe harbor. The anxiety and pain that had once loomed so large now seemed small in the light of his unwavering devotion. His love was a gentle tide, washing over you, easing your fears and bringing you peace.

Through his actions, Sugawara showed you the depths of his heart. He was more than just a friend or a caretaker; he was a beacon of light in your darkest moments, a reminder that you were never alone. His love was a steady presence, a quiet strength that carried you through the storm and into the calm beyond.

[sanctity-in-sexuality]

Fair warning, this may be a heavy topic... but do you have any advice or suggested readings for individuals/couples with a history of sexual trauma? Sadly I have experienced past sexual abuse and assault involving both extremely painful penetration and disordered degrading practices. I've been open about this with my boyfriend (who has been nothing but an amazing non-judgmental and comforting listener) and we've discussed that we have both wondered about whether we may need to approach things in a special way once we are married. By the grace of God I'm grateful that my everyday mental health is actually exceptionally good for the severity of my past trauma, but we wonder if entering in a sexual context would dig up old, highly negative feelings. I guess for me it also doesn't feel like something I'd be able to just sort of naturally figure out... I don't want like a graphic gratuitous description but I wish I had a more specific concept of how it "starts happening" because my experience was so abnormal and I have no idea how couples ease into things slowly and safely, and not having any clue is sort of scary. This is a topic that's usually too personal and dark to broadly ask about, but I'd appreciate any guidance beyond general "be loving and patient" advice that applies to everyone... Thanks for reading <3

First off, I am so sorry that you experienced such a nightmare. I would hesitate to even call it sex, and mentally separating the two might help you. It is so wonderful that you're in a supportive place to work through it.

I do not have experience helping others with past sexual trauma, so my advice may not be well-curated to your situation. However, I can give some more broad advice about easing into it (and this doubles for anyone who's anxious about marital sex).

After you've made vows, it's okay to take it slow and wait until you're comfortable to try sex. That might be days, it might be months. It's more common than you'd think.

Sex is incredibly vulnerable. Easing into it is merely taking small steps of vulnerability at a time. Cuddling in pajamas, undressing/dressing where your spouse can see, taking a shower together. Just getting used to seeing each other naked. Then move on to gentle but intimate touches, such as kisses on the neck or thighs. The important thing is to communicate honestly and constantly; tell your spouse immediately if something makes you uncomfortable, if it hurts, or if it feels nice. Ask your spouse to consistently check in with you, too.

In regards to penetration, it honestly depends a lot on how tight the woman is and how large the penis is, but it does tend to hurt a bit at first. This could be triggering for you. A lot of the discomfort is friction. Use lube, trust me (we just use coconut oil). Personally, even 2.5years into marriage, I'm still too tight usually, and we have a practice where my husband very slowly eases into me like 1/2in at a time - then he pauses, lets my body adjust to it, and waits for me to give a go-ahead to continue. There's absolutely no shame if you husband needs to do something similar to make you feel safe and comfortable. And there's no shame if you have to call it quits and try again.

As for how it "starts happening"... Imma be frank, a lot of the times married couples just ask each other. Once you're practiced and established the art, you'll get moments where "one thing leads to another" or whatever, but (a) when you're starting out and don't know the rules/language it's easier to just verbally confirm, and (b) even practiced, it's still sometimes easier to just ask. E.g., "Do you want to make time for sex tonight?", "I'm in the mood, want to take this farther?", or "Let's try penetration now".

Again, the main thing is to communicate. Over-communicate. Tell your spouse ahead of time what your expectations are for having sex the first time (for you, very slow and with an emphasis on gentleness). It may take time before your negative associations with sex as degrading are replaced with positive ones that make you feel cherished. It may not be enjoyable at first while you're learning to overcome that but it should feel safe and comfortable.

I've recommended this before, but I honestly think reading the Song of Songs can be very healing for those struggling with negative associations with sex. It is a really beautiful depiction of how sexual intimacy should be experienced between spouses.

I hope this was helpful, feel free to follow up with any specific questions. God bless!

[slash-me-please]

This is my first time ever doing this so please forgive me have mercy on my soul I'm dumb idk how too do any of this but could you do a saw fanfic with a alpha Amanda and an omega reader gender neutral pls again I'm so sorry thx.

YOU SHOULD APOLOGIZE YOU DERANGED- no bcs i've been bingeing all the saw movies since I saw Saw X and you're a genius. I never get female requests anymore :,(

Warnings: I feel like this isn't strongly A/B/O, I would love to do a part two. mentions of addiction, testing, reader being uncomfortable, psychological manipulation,

You're an Accomplice

Amanda x GenderNeutral!Reader

Since you met Amanda, her presence had been overwhelming for you, her scent was something you weren't sure a God could handle. No one felt the same way.

You had met the alpha during some darker days, she had been slumped against the back-alley walls of an old bar, clearly high and drooling. Now, she was "thriving". Clearly that wasn't the word, but she was considerably better than before, and you could thank John Kramer for that- she said. She gave you a flattering, closed lip smile before ducking her head and moving to the side to give you a view of what appeared to be an older man.

"It's nice to meet you John, Amanda has told me a lot about you." Your voice is thin, wavering, you're nervous and Amanda's eyes narrow at you. It gives you more anxiety. "I am pleased to say the same, Y/N." He walks towards you, you think he might shake your hand but you're wrong, John walks right past you and taps his fingers on the screen of an older monitor. "Are you aware of the things we do here?" You shake your head, eyes darting back and forth between Amanda's and John's. You think she might feel the need to comfort you, but the fact that she doesn't makes you feel as if you're in good hands. It doesn't keep you from inching closer to her and releasing a small, nervous whimper.

"Show her," Amanda says, she pulls you close with a hand, her thumb stroking your back cruelly. She inhales through her nostrils as John nods and clicks a key on the keyboard which turns the monitor on. You're greeted with the sight of a dirty bathroom, two men sit in opposite corners, completely knocked out. "Y/N i'd like you to take a look at these two men, they're here for a reason." You whimper again, leaning into Amanda and expecting her support. "Listen to him omega, he helped me." You give her a nod, your instincts scream at you to listen.

"Did you kidnap them?" You ask, glancing to John from the screen. "They're being tested, there are reasons both these men are here. I am giving them a chance to change, to live, each of them are not living but merely existing with no mere care to their actions. There is no thought to who they hurt with their actions, that is why we are here." You nod, "Could you explain." He continues, nodding his head and pulling a chair up to where you had been clinging to Amanda. She feels your discomfort immediately and pulls you onto her lap. You move your head closer to her throat, inhaling her pheromones.

"We are giving people the chance to try again, to give meaning to their lives. They must prove that they have the will to live, I am giving them the chance to be reborn. Do you understand?" You nod your head, Amanda pets your hair and you can smell the pride she has for you seeping through her skin. John gives you a smile just like the one you'd received from Amanda. "I'm delighted to have the opportunity to work with you, Y/N." And he turns away, grabbing a small black suitcase and retreating towards the bedroom door. He gives Amanda a look and nods his head, "If he wakes up, chloroform him again. We have about thirty minutes until this test starts." She nods her head and he leaves.

"This is what you've been doing in your spare time, alpha?" You whisper, your voice is small and shocked. Amanda thinks maybe she's pushed you too far when you address her by her title, and her mouth presses into a thin line. "Did he put you in one of those?" This time she flinches, and she smells sour. You can tell she's disappointed already, and it makes you whine. "I thought you'd understand, do you understand? What he does here is special!" She sets you to the side her eyes narrowing in against yours. "I just don't want to think of you hurt."

And she softens, her hand coming to rest at your knee. "Omega, I understand. I am not hurt, he has only helped me." You nod, reaching forward to place your palm over her. "I'll support you, I mean-" You pause, choosing your words. "If it helped you then... it'll help someone else." She gives you a warm smile, and she's proud of you again.

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[miseries-mistress]

LOVE IN ITS MOST INTIMATE FORM | TECH

GIF by kamino-coruscant

Synopsis: you attempt to deal with Tech's injury while battling your own regret. 

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, SPOILERS FOR TBB S2 EP 2, injury, self-doubt, fluff, i think that's it. W/C: 1475

Notes: sorry this isn't the best, i am sick…again, and i feel like shit so forgive me. I will try to put something longer and better out soon, i just had to write something for these episodes. this was supposed to be out yesterday but i am having an issue with this post appearing in them after three separate occasions of reposting. it's annoying but oh well

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You saw it coming. You fucking saw the crate slide downwards, you saw it, yet you couldn't move fast enough, you couldn't scream loud enough, you couldn't do enough as it collided with Tech's leg, sending his torso jerking back at an uncomfortable angle. 

Tech grunts in pain as the rest of you slam into the floor, the harsh metal biting viciously into your spine. It took a moment for the black splotches dancing across your vision to fade and for your ears to stop their incessant ringing. But when they did, Omega's voice was the first thing you heard. You scramble to your feet, helping Echo remove the crate from Tech's leg. Your hands shake all the while before breathing a sigh of relief when you finally get him out. Tech must have noticed your anxiety because he's quick to reassure you that he's merely fractured his femur. Although he does admit he's not okay, you're positive he's concealing the extent of the injury. 

"I will be just fine," he told you, but it's nearly impossible for you to believe him because every step he takes is with a painful limp; even with Echo supporting his weight, he constantly bites his lip to contain how much pain he's enduring for the sake of the anxiety building in your chest.

You would admire his endurance and resolve if it wasn't for such a foolhardy cause. 

Having emerged from the crash site and under the cover of whispering foliage, you let yourself catch your breath. Unfortunately, it was short-lived as Omega spotted movement not too far off.

"We're being followed."

The sentence, so simple and raw, sent a jolt of electricity down your spine, adrenaline roaring as your hands flew to your concealed blaster. The bushes to your left rustled with activity, and in an instant, yours and Echo's blasters were on the man, Omega's crossbow drawn back. 

"Don't move."

The man revealed himself as Romar and, upon further questioning and under the scrutiny of Echo's blaster, led you to his dwelling. The exterior was covered in faux grass, and the house's paint imitated the color of dirt to blend in with its surroundings. The interior, however, was much smaller than you imagined. The place was cluttered with crates of various sizes and shapes, with a workbench lined against the wall. In addition, a hole in the floor revealed a basement, more room for whatever Romar was housing. 

Tech collapses on a stool once you reach the threshold, placing his arm against the splintering wood of the workbench to relieve some of the pressure. You watch as he purses his lips, and a noise of discomfort muffled by his closed mouth does not evade your ears, much to his dismay. 

Your sole focus on Tech soon fades as an argument brews between Echo and Omega about whether or not to return to the chest, with Echo ultimately having the final word and sending her to watch over the man. She was frustrated, for reasons you did not entirely understand, which was evident by how she bitterly stalked away from Echo, her shoulders hunched in dismay, but ultimately he was right. It was too dangerous to return to the crate, and Tech's injury would make evading the empire even more arduous. 

A couple moments later, Echo escapes outside to alleviate some of the building tension, leaving the two of you alone. 

"Here, let me take a look at it," you offer him, taking a seat on a vacant stool next to him, but he gazes at you with something unfamiliar in his irises, hidden behind the thick goggles framing his sharp features. He pushes his goggles further onto the bridge of his nose, his honey-amber irises staring fixedly at you.

"I am quite alright, my dear. It is nothing I cannot manage," Tech dismisses aloofly, his hand waving to further put the matter aside.  

"I'll believe it when I see it," you defiantly cross your arms over your chest. Tech merely shakes his head at your persistence and tries to extend his thigh to you, but not before he doubles over, gasping at what you can imagine is excruciating pain. Tech grits his teeth as you elevate his leg on your lap. 

Silence settles thickly over the room, bursting with unspoken words and remorse like a heavy gas, engulfing the room in an instant with its toxic fumes. You can hear every raggedy inhale and exhale as he tries to regain his bearings, his hand clutching the table so hard you're afraid he's going to break it. His other hand grips his leg, the fabric balling beneath his fingertips. 

You gently place your hand over his, and he looks down at the simple point of contact, almost unsure of what to do next, while your expression morphs into something of concern. "Why didn't you tell me how bad it was sooner?"

"It was nothing to worry about. We had more pressing matters to attend to," Tech tries to reassure you, disregarding the matter once more, so instead, you squeeze his hand to gain his attention.  

"Tech, your health and wellbeing are important and take precedence-"

"-Our safety takes precedence, not a mere fracture. I have dealt with worse before, I assure you," he states bluntly. 

"But you shouldn't have to, Tech. If I reacted quicker, we wouldn't be in the kriffing situation." You remove your hand from Tech's in your frustration but his darts out to take yours once more. His thumb tenderly runs down the joints and knuckles in your hand in an effort to quell your self-doubt. 

"If you had reacted quicker, you would have taken the injury for me, correct?" Your eyes unglue from his, embarrassed by his ability to predict your train of thought so ably. But, unbeknownst to you, his eyes soften as they search the floor for the right words to convey his uncharacteristically disorganized train of thought. Tech wasn't accustomed to expressing his emotions in the common tongue or, really, in any way. Amidst the horrors of war, learning how to properly articulate feelings was never a concern. That was until you joined, and he had to learn to navigate the realm of his unseen emotions. Little by little, the words started to come more naturally to him, but reassurance…it wasn't a skill he'd mastered quite yet. 

"It is neither your nor my fault. Situations like these can occur without our involvement. It was out of our control, mesh'la. You must accept that and move on."

You take a moment to let the full validity of his words sink in. The cord of tension wound tightly in your muscles begins to unwind as your rigid posture relaxes. His words carry a hint of softness hidden under his matter-of-fact manner. It proves new meaning to what would be considered stiff advice to conveying that which cannot be put into words, a care, a worry, a feeling destined to be expressed by actions, not flowery language. His hand continues its path over yours. 

"I know you're right…but I just wish I could do more."

"Of course I'm right," he pauses for a moment at your chuckle, "but there is nothing more you can do without sufficient medical supplies."

You frown at Tech's response before calling out to the man tinkering about in the basement. "Romar?"

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"Yeah, just give me a sec, kid." Romar emerges from the room and moves around a couple of boxes until he finds what you asked for. He tosses it to you, and you catch it with ease, sending him a grateful smile. He nods in return before descending the stairs once more. 

You set the kit on the table and begin working, your hands ghosting over his thigh as you use what's available to splint his leg. Tech is quiet most of the time. The occasional hiss or grunt is the only indication that he feels anything at all. You work in silence, and your thoughts can't help but wander off. You know that soon, you would have to depart from the house to reconvene with the other Batchers and return to Cid. And even though your lives and the conflict that followed it were fated to continue, you can't help but relish in the serenity of the in-between you're granted before all hell breaks loose.

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Wishing on Golden Stars [TEASER-2]

a/n: decided on a whim to post a second teaser bc of how much progress ive made on this bad boy for the past week. this time ayato is actually in it! who'd thought! yet again, this little snippet length is just over 1k ! and just like before, it's hardly edited properly since this is just a draft version of the final piece lol - here's the link to the first teaser if you're interested!

The pale-haired man politely dismissed himself from the conversation he was having with Tomoki. Making his way to your side as Aether waltzes himself up to join the group. 

“It’s been a while,” you greet when the blond stops in front of you. You’ve seen him once or twice in quick passing since your trip to Watatsumi during the war. He’s always busy with something or another when he’s here. Whether it be wrapped up in something Itto had dragged him into, or commissions he’d picked up out of the goodness of his heart; so proper greetings were hard to come by. “I hope you’ve both been keeping out of trouble.” 

Aether rubs the back of his head sheepishly as Paimon joins him in the silent answer of ‘sort of’. 

“It’s never anything we can’t handle,” Paimon defends. 

“I’m sure,” you humor. 

“What brings you both back to Inazuma?” Ayato asks. An easy and relaxed expression rests on his cheeks. It makes you forget about your discomfort, seeing him even a smidge more relaxed than usual. “Nothing untoward I hope.” 

“We just wanted to come and catch up with some friends!” Paimon explains. 

“It’s been a while since we’ve come back here on anything other than business,” Aether supports. “It’s nice to take in the island air sometimes.” You nod, understanding. He, of all people, needs to look after himself in the event of a crisis. 

“It’s good to take time for yourself,” you tell him. Crossing your arms, you shoot a look of disapproval to your employer who stands at your shoulder. “If only I could get a certain someone to follow your example.” 

“Why, whatever do you mean?” The smile that was once relaxed, shifts to one of enjoyment as he looks at you. “I’m making time right now, aren’t I?” Rolling your eyes you brush off his attempt at pushing your buttons. 

“Only after Thoma’s constant insisting.” With his arms folded behind him and a slight bend in his back to get closer into your space, you turn away from him with a huff. Paimon and Aether look at each other before looking back at you both. It was obvious Ayato was enjoying prodding you and from the looks of it, you were just letting him. It could hardly be seen as a scenario between a mere employer and retainer. It’s much too comfortable. 

Ayato’s attention was briefly taken away from you at Tomoki’s nervous beckon. Apparently, he had taken one of Ayato’s out of world ideas into consideration and wanted a bit more of an idea for the future. Dismissing himself, Aether steps up to the plate to continue entertaining you in Ayato’s stead. 

“It’s good to see you’re getting along,” he tells you in regard to Ayato. 

“Of course. He’s tough to handle, but nothing I can’t subdue.” You chuckle. It was always good seeing Aether. Even if you both couldn’t speak of your outworld heritage, just knowing that he knew was enough for you to feel a weight off your shoulders. 

“It’s usually Thoma trailing after him like this, so I was shocked to see you instead.” 

“Yeah, that's true!” Paimon agreed. You nod. 

“For some reason, Lord Kamisato wanted me to come out with him today instead. Thoma may have been too busy with housework and since Ayaka had no plans today, having him stay with her made more sense.” Of course, you didn’t know the full reason and this was just you thinking out loud. 

“Yeah, somehow Paimon doesn’t think that’s all true,” she shoots you a look with her arms cross. Blinking at her, you raise a brow. 

“What do you mean?” You ask. She shares a knowing glance with Aether before looking back. “What are you both thinking about?” Aether steps forward and whispers something in your ear. It was nonsense. Ayato preferring you over Thoma like he was suggesting was just folly! Still, it made your ears burn and you want to smack the smirk off his face when he finally steps away from you. 

With your head down and hand raised to pinch between your eyes on your bridge, the smirk on Aether’s face twitches as he looks over your shoulder. Behind you, turned away from Tomoki who was scribbling something down, was Ayato shooting him a rather ominous look. Aether was a reader of a person's emotions, but Ayato had always been difficult to grasp. This look however was loud and clear. The blond took another step back as he tucked his hands down to his side. 

“What’s your problem?” You ask, head relifted and noticing his odd shift in behavior. 

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He brushes off your attempt to get behind the reason for his change. You want to press more, but don’t get far. The itch in your throat comes back to the forefront of your mind with a harsh cough. Turning away from him, you cover your mouth and try to swallow back the coughing behind your hand. It doesn’t work. Suppressing it only makes it feel worse. 

You hear Paimon start panicking behind you and Aether’s body moves closer to hover around you, unsure about what he should do. The hand you feel push against your back wasn’t the traveler’s, but the gloved hand of Ayato. Your cough fit ends with you gathering your breath with a slumped posture. Ayato’s hand still softly ran up and down your spine as you recompose yourself. 

“Are you okay?” Paimon asks in worry. With sweat on your forehead, you nod. 

“This always seems to happen around this time of year,” Ayato says. You weren’t sure if he was addressing you, Aether, Paimon, or deducing it to himself. Still, it’s heard by everyone regardless.  

“Oh no, are you sick?” Paimon floats over to you, now standing back up to your height, and frets in even closer proximity. 

“I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with worse than a cough before.” 

“That doesn’t mean you aren’t sick,” Aether argues before Paimon floats back to his side and agrees behind his shoulder. “You should go home and rest.” 

“That’s-” 

“Exactly what we intend to do,” Ayato interrupts. You look over your shoulder at him behind you. His face is serious, and he means every word. You feel sort of guilty, like you ruined one of the few chances he has to come into town that isn’t work related. “You’ll have to excuse us,” he addresses Aether. 

“Should we walk you back?” He offers. Ayato knows it’s all in good faith and he’s only worried for you, but the clawing feeling at the back of his neck from his spine almost makes him frown at the suggestion. 

“No need,” he declines. “We can manage.” Aether doesn’t press anymore. With a few more words of parting, Ayato offers you his arm to hold onto, which you decline since you weren’t so weak you couldn’t walk on your own. Soon, you both were leaving the city and making your way back to the Kamisato estate. Upon arrival, Ayato had your hand in his gloved one, leading you through the gates on the verge of yet another coughing fit. A samurai standing guard was quickly instructed to find Thoma.

[this fic will also be divided in parts (how many? im unsure) bc it's a lengthy one gang sitting at 22k right now. if you'd like to be notified about this fic's eventual release, let me know and i can always start a tag list if required!]

[inkpot909]

I loved your one shot with Spike! He was soo pure with his feelings 😭Do you have any HC’s for when Spike realizes got a crush and he’s fallen in love with them?

A/n: Thank you so much for the lovely message; I’m glad you liked the one-shot! Spike Spiegel is one of my absolute favorite characters of all time, so I was more than happy to write this request for you. I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): Swearing.

Falling in love overall brings out the best in Spike Spiegel. 

Having a special someone in his life gives him the extra kick in the ass he often needs to keep motivated. Not long after realizing his feelings, many aspects of his life become something done ‘for you.’

He works hard as a bounty hunter, earning money in order to have the ability to support the both of you and show off his successes (you’re just about the only member on the Bebop he willingly financially assists). Taking a more active role in caring for Ein was born purely from wanting to share the weight with you.

Now, don’t be mistaken, he’s still your lazy yet loveable Spike. But there’s added pride in what he does that wouldn’t be quite the same without you in the picture.

Spike does not shy away from flirting. It comes to him naturally, meaning he’ll flirt with you a good amount even before learning the extent of his feelings. He’s confident, has his fair share of romantic experiences, and is aware he’s the type to turn heads.

What mainly separates his treatment of you and his short-term relationships/hookups, is that he’s very reactionary. Spike deeply cares about you, so he’s going to take his time in studying your body language and responses to his flirts. He’s patient enough to put in the time, and persistent enough to put in the work.

He’ll adjust his actions according to your responses, especially if you’re shy and don’t favor getting teased in front of other people. His usual approach is quite forward, regardless of location or the people around. But if that makes you nervous, he’ll start off much more discrete. Discomforts such as those matter a lot to him, as what’s important to you is important to him. And ultimately, he hopes that you’ll return his interest. 

Not only that, but he’s a total showoff. From smoothly beating up a group of assholes, to lying about the amount of times he wins at card games with Jet. Even if you merely blush or smile, that’s good enough incentive for him. Jet once even felt the need to inform you it’s best to take what Spike tells you about his own skills with a grain of salt.

However, humor him and play along with the joke- he thinks it’s adorable. It boosts his ego, sure, but deep down he longs to know your opinion of him. Even if it’s tongue and cheek, it warms his heart to believe that you think so highly of him.

Before long, it’ll turn into a common conversation shared only between the two of you; especially when alone. It’s one of many inside jokes he’ll be sure to form with you.

Spike is also very protective. He wouldn’t ever describe himself as possessive, but he certainly likes keeping you within arms reach.

If you’re not a bounty hunter, he’s going to want to know where you are and how you’re doing quite often. Partially, he loves being your knight in shining armor, but it goes a bit deeper than that. The thought of not being able to keep you safe from his past or present… it eats away at his brain. 

But if you're a bounty hunter as well, or generally engage in a dangerous lifestyle like him, he’ll hold back just a bit. He knows you can hold your own in tough situations (undoubtedly a huge reason as to why he fell for you in the first place). He does have his moments, though, where letting you run off towards peril is done begrudgingly. It’s hypocritical of him, but he cannot stand whenever you leave the Bebop without telling him beforehand. Spike could care less if Faye or Jet know about where you rush off to; just be sure to let him know. He’ll grow sick with worry if you’re gone for days on end, and isn’t above lecturing you on your recklessness.  

Initially, it will admittedly take some time for him to realize how he feels about you. Especially if you meet after Julia’s unfortunate end, he’ll be closed off from his own emotions.

Regardless of that, he’s going to need a bit of a push. The life of a bounty hunter isn’t exactly a glamorous one, and he finds it difficult to deny his own hesitance over long-term relationships.

Luckily, the step he needs to take isn’t a large one. Just a moment of clarity; a skip of his heart beat. Full understanding of the warmth that builds within his chest every time you’re together practically comes at him with a steel chair. It was on an average afternoon, after having caught a decently-sized bounty:

With his chin held up, a cheeky whistle plays on Spike’s lips. Passers by give him a variety of strange looks, turned off by the tied-up man he’s practically dragging behind him. John Pilgrim was the name; a rowdy criminal with a shiny price tag attached to his person.

He tugs at his binds, letting out an obnoxious curse towards the bounty hunter. A mother walking by gives both him and Spike a disgusted look, covering her small child’s ears. Smiling casually, Spike gives her a nod and a pleasant “Howdy.”

Turning a corner, the Bebop is sitting just yards away. Ein’s excited barks quickly reach his ears; running circles around the ship's landing site. Ed is dancing around the chipper dog, cartwheeling and mimicking Ein’s yips. Jet is tinkering with Faye’s personal ship, a large frown on his face. You’re standing beside him, holding a bright red toolbox and observing his work in silent awe. 

Glancing at Ein, Jet raises a brow. Searching for the source of the dog’s glee, Jet is the first to notice Spike’s return. “Oi, Spike!” Jet calls out, immediately removing himself from Faye’s trashed ship. Ed stops cartwheeling, and your head perks up. 

“Spike!” you squeak. Your hands both clasp over your heart, dropping the toolbox on top of Jet’s foot.

“Yowch! Fuck!” the older man shouts, inhaling a sharp breath. His knee bends upward, hopping on one foot as he mumbles more curses and profanities underneath his breath. Ed erupts in laughter, pointing at Jet. As always, any mocking tone in Ed’s voice is totally unintentional. “Jet Black! Jet Black! Give him some slack!”

Spike stops walking towards the Bebop, sighing. Home sweet home. 

“Spike!” you call again. His eyes search for you, having lost track of you on top of the Bebop. He’s taken aback upon spotting you running towards him on ground-level. “You’re okay!” you pant, slowing to a stop in front of him before long. You clutch your stomach, having rushed yourself off the Bebop in mere seconds. 

“Whoa, whoa, of course I’m alright,” he chuckled, nodding towards his annoyed captive. “Got the job all done and everything.” 

“Well-...” you pause in order to take a breath, “You’d stopped responding to us. I figure that’s also why you don’t have your racer?” 

He nods, “Yeah; I’m sure Jet will be happy to repair it when he’s done cleaning up Faye’s mess.” 

You giggle, covering a hand over your mouth. Tilting your head to the side, you tell him earnestly, “I’m really so glad you’re safe… I was damn near ready to head out and look for you myself. Next time, tell us you’re abandoning your vehicle. Don’t get me so concerned! I worry about you, you know.” 

Spike’s eyebrows rise in unison, and both his hands release any tension. Now… that’s real interesting. ‘I worry about you…’ your words echo in his mind. Briefly, he recalls past missions. You always are the first to greet him whenever he returns. A bright smile is spread on your lips regardless of whether or not the bounty was caught. Even if the others are annoyed, it never halts your expressed happiness. You’ve even engulfed him in tight hugs before, so thankful that in your joy, you’ve damn near thrown yourself at him.

‘I worry about you…’ 

Heat rushes to Spike’s cheeks. In slow motion, he watches you race back towards the Bebop. You’re going off about how you’re going to “tell Faye you’re back safe and sound!” but the majority of what you say flies over his head. Your arms spread wide and chin tilts upwards. Inspecting your body language, Spike swallows a gulp of spit.

Why hadn’t you hugged him this time if you were so concerned? He wouldn’t oppose it. No, he wouldn’t. In fact, his heart pounds desperately against his ribcage just imagining you taking the opportunity. Your arms wrapped around him, head buried in the crook of his neck, and the both of you sharing each others’ warmth. Even if it lasts for a moment…

Turning back to him, your smile falls. “Spike!” you exclaim, frantically tripping over your own feet as you stumble into another run.

Chuckling, Spike closes his eyes. In dramatic fashion, he opens his arms for you to rush into. He ignores his flushing cheeks, and pushing through the possibility of Jet or Ed watching him act like some romantic gush. Instead, he braces himself for impact.

Running footsteps blitz right past him, leaving his arms empty, and a tiny gust of wind fanning his face. “Huh?” Spike blurts, turning. 

You’re running after John Pilgrim, wiggling away as discreetly as he can muster. He’s still bound up, but while Spike got lost in his thoughts, he’d slipped from the bounty hunter’s grasp with ease. You barely manage to keep up but with a single lunge forward, you tackle the man to the ground. He struggles against your grip, but you keep him pinned down, a feat made easier due to his restraints. “Spike!” you yell, “Why the hell did you let him go!?” 

“Shit!” Spike exclaims, jerking his body forward and chasing after you. 

After that day, Spike Spiegel no longer can define his feelings for you as anything other than affectionate and loving. It’s so clear to him at that point he’s nearly ashamed to have not understood before.

But being in such a state of mind allows hope to flood his heart, so he doesn’t get hung up on the fact. Instead, he immediately starts making up for lost time.

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

I don't entirely disagree, but I think that what you say about it being impossible to be apolitical would extend to the original poll itself. Ignoring the political climate doesn't make it apolitical. I do agree in that case not posting them at all would be political in a different way. If I might suggest? Perhaps you could simply add a small statement. "Free Palestine" at the bottom of the post, to make it clear. Or add a tag to clarify it is Israeli made, on occupied Palestinian land. Or add a watermelon emoji if you want it to be as innocuous as possible and hopefully not invite people to bring up the politics of it. My kneejerk reaction was discomfort due to the lack of any acknowledgement of a conflict that is impossible to escape. Any mention of Israel is inherently going to bring politics into it, so for people's reassurance and comfort knowing you're not purposefully ignoring said conflict for the sake of your polls (which I think people could uncharitably interpret that as), maybe adding something small to acknowledge it without making it a big show would be a good gesture. Thank you for responding thoughtfully to my prior ask.

Another long reply.

hello there.

unfortunately after reading the other ask I found myself slightly disappointed by the fact that you didn't fully read mod sus' response. Even if you did, one of the main points was "we do not wish to bring genocide into this" this is not a blog about politics. we do not wish to force our opinions, or anything upon anyone else. who I stand for should not affect other's opinions when it's on a blog that is about horror movies and if you have seen them or not. as mod sus suggested, you could simply block the tag "israel" if you do not wish to see movies that have been made by them, this is why the tagging system is in place. bringing politics onto this blog will increase attention from both sides of the matter, whether it be positive or negative, will ultimately block the audience's view of what this blog is actually for, having fun and joy around what the world could only know as, horror movies.

thank you for reading, have a wonderful day.

mod chris

mod L would like to add: the reason we don't add "free Palestine" to posts about movies by Israeli filmmakers is the same reason we don't add "free Ukraine" to posts about Russian films, or "free Tibet" to posts about Chinese films. Individual creatives do not bear responsibility for the actions of their government, and we will not imply otherwise by applying a standard to their films that we do not apply elsewhere.

Mod Sus: This is to not say we ignore or support the on-going conflicts or wars between the countries or groups of people. We merely want to keep this blog free from reminders of these events going on. We hope that can be seen as reasonable to not add the suggested messages or additions into our polls.

We're here just to talk about movies. If you do wish to talk about the problematic or heavy topics related to these movies, whatever they are, you are free to do so in the reblogs. It is part of good media and art critisism to acknowledge its darker aspects too, but you can enjoy (or not enjoy) the art while acknowledging them.

[pikablob]

Trick or Treat! :D

"So, w-what do you think...?"

"I think it looks really good," Camila noted earnestly. She didn't miss the slight quaver in the star-child's voice, looking up at her with big, arcane-red eyes, but she chose not to press that. Her newest adopted child, of several, was still getting used to family and everything else, and she knew how much they needed approval sometimes.

When the Collector didn't say anything else, one hand playing loosely in their suddenly-long hair, she went on softly. "I mean it, mijo. I think growing it out suits you."

"Well, I didn't really grow it," they replied, shifting over to sit slightly closer to her side; their smile grew. "I still don't really know how to make this form grow. But I can change stuff like this!" They ran their hand through the soft white curls, sending flecks of starlight sparkling out onto the sofa.

Camila chuckled warmly; seeing them like this, the way her kids did, the way Eda did, the way Belos or the Titans had never been able to; as just the little kid they were, made a familiar warmth settle in her chest. "So, what made you decide to change it?"

"It's kinda Luz's fault actually," the Collector admitted softly, head tilting over. "She let me read some of her witch books, cause I wanted to know what her and Amity were so obsessed with." They shifted a little, legs kicking restlessly. "And they're actually really good! I can see why Luz wanted to be like Azura, cause she's so cool, and pretty, and she cares about everyone and I..."

They paused for a second, breathing in sharply, before their voice turned down to a quiet whisper, as if what they were saying was the most important secret in their entire mortal life. "I started wishing that I was like her, too."

That gave Camila pause. She knew it was probably too early to call, to little to go on, but instincts born in the books she'd read when Luz had come out to her, instincts she'd already been right on once with her oldest child, were suddenly very awake. Still, she quietly held herself back; whoever the Collector, with their own astral ideas of self and gender, really was was up to them. All she had to do was support her child.

But the star-child wasn't done. "And then that made me think some other stuff, about what parts of Azura I really want to be like, and what I could be that I get to choose and I... I...

"I think I'm maybe like Erin? Kinda?"

Ah. Ahhh. There it was.

"Oh," Camila breathed, "well, maybe you are." She took a moment, choosing her next words carefully and watching for the Collector's reaction "Wanting to have long hair and look pretty doesn't have to mean anything, and sometimes it doesn't. But for some people, like Erin, it means a lot. Whichever way you are, it's okay."

"But I don't know which way I am," the star-child replied quickly, voice suddenly shaking. "I think... I think I like the idea of being a girl, at least sometimes, but everything I know about it comes from a couple of books! It's... Erin took ages to realise, right, but once she did, it was always kinda there? But I've been around for ages and I've never even thought about it until now."

"Well..." Camila trailed off softly, keeping her voice level as she reached for the right thing to say. "Erin grew up in a really harmful environment. The man she thought was her uncle would never have let her transition; he didn't even let her know people like her existed." She had to take another breath to steady herself, old memories of what she'd merely heard of Belos making her heart ache. "So she grew up thinking everything about her identity had to be what Belos said it was, and all the discomfort she felt with being called a boy, or using the name we don't say anymore, was just normal. That's why it took her a long time.

"For some people, it's like that. They're in a bad situation, one way or another, and they just don't have a chance to realise or be themself. But not everyone has those uncomfortable feelings; sometimes you're fine, but you'd just feel happier using different words, and if nobody ever uses those words for you, you might never realise."

"Huh," the Collector added after a moment of silence, shaking their... or her? maybe? head softly to one side. "And I guess I never really had anyone to even ask about it until Luz and King and you and Eda and... and everyone." The kid sniffled just a little, and in response Camila reached out, putting one arm around small, shaking shoulders.

"Mhmm," the woman murmured sympathetically, giving her youngest child a gentle squeeze. "There's nothing wrong with only finding yourself now, mija, or with it being sudden." The Collector tensed up at that, but in her eyes, there were only stars, that little word sinking in deep. "It's different for everyone, and that's okay. Trying to make everyone the same only hurts them."

"Yeah," the kid breathed, her own voice still shaky. For a moment she just sat there, letting it sink in, new and uncertain ground underfoot. But then she seemed to find herself, and all-at-once she launched herself at Camila's side, stardust trailing, arms wrapping tightly around the woman's warm sweater.

"Thanks, mom."

"It's alright, mjia, it's alright."

[profateic]

@tunichtgxt approaches with an inquiry for CAI JINHAI —

atsumu knew this was such an ultra stupid idea, but if anymore girls were to come to him and confess, then he might just burst. he had no interest in any of them or dating in general. he just loved volley ball and with how loud and awfully they cheered sometimes, they broke atsumu's routine. it was getting to him, he just... he had to make a bold and bad decision and that was why he was standing in front of jinhai. "i know this is a super... weird request, but... you know how the girls all keep coming and confessing? i don't want that at all, so i thought about how to... prevent such from happening and i have this really neat idea." atsumu swallowed hard. he had to praise this awful idea, he had to make it seem like a good deal. "we could pretend to be dating. they would think i am gay and i... can have my peace... and since i know you're awfully popular, which probably also gets on your nerves... it's a fine idea, right?" ( shoots him at u )

ONLY A SELECT FEW MATTERS COULD CAPTURE JINHAI'S ATTENTION, even fewer so which could catch him off-guard. In spite of this, Atsumu’s inquiry had managed to nail both. Audacious despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t help but to pause, taking the time to digest the words rather than dismissing them promptly as he did with most propositions. Jinhai had always found Atsumu to be an interesting one, but he had not presumed the other could prove to be this riveting.

   Jinhai tilted his head to the side, his lips parting to carefully create a careless smile; teeth on display, a bit of his tongue peeking out playfully. An echo of laughter sat etched around his eyes, forming familiar lines of what would be mirth on another person’s face. But, since it was him, it was merely an attempt — amusement, in a way only he knew how to bring forth.

❛ And here I thought no one could faze the great Miya Atsumu. I guess you’re only human after all, huh? ❜

   He dragged his eyes along Atsumu’s features, tracking the shifting of his throat and the curl of his mouth. To say it was distaste that Atsumu was experiencing would be to put things lightly, Jinhai thought. It was clear that the situation had bred into discomfort: an itch beneath Atsumu’s skin, a nail sitting at his heel and nipping at the skin each time he walked. It must not have been easy for Atsumu to approach him with such a ludicrous request. Especially since Jinhai did not make it abundantly obvious that he was interested in Atsumu, unlike the generous attention he would provide for his … ‘friends’. So, it could not be familiarity that Atsumu was relying upon when he made this request. It must have been faith — the belief that despite their unfamiliarity, Jinhai would entertain him. How fascinating.

   Truthfully, the girls and boys who were interested in him were not entirely inconveniences. After all, Jinhai required their … support in order for him to do whatever he pleased. Hope and adoration had done plenty to ensure that he remained on that pedestal. But, lately, even that was dwindling. The word of him being a playboy — or a fuckboy, if they wanted to be mean about it — had begun spreading into the new batch, and it had effectively dissuaded a lot from approaching him out of fear; cutting him entirely out before he could even have a chance to introduce himself. It was a problem Jinhai still had no solution to.

   But this scheme of Atsumu’s could perhaps, just perhaps, turn out to be the fix that Jinhai had been looking for. It would break the hearts of a good crowd, but it was not a predicament he could not secure quickly with just a few sweet words. He would lose some, perhaps, but it opened the floodgates to an entirely different audience that he could charm into his side. Perhaps. Perhaps, if Atsumu knew the right way to play his cards.

   Jinhai crossed his arms over his chest, and he fed into the entertainment. Laughter burst from his tongue, the harsh edges of his amusement carefully softened to form jest rather than an attack. The last thing that he needed was for Atsumu to run off before they could get to the heart of the matter.

❛ Alright, I’ll bite. What’s in it for me? ❜

[justsomestoicguy]

Mizuno Kiyomi

"Personally, I believe a dog's ideal nail length should be short enough to prevent any discomfort but long enough to protect the quick," Nezu muses, his small paw gesturing animatedly as he speaks.

Kiyomi nods thoughtfully. "Absolutely, Nezu-san. It's all about balance, isn't it? Too short, and you risk injury. Too long, and it hinders their mobility."

"Indeed," Nezu chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But Mizuno-san, surely you're not here just to sip tea and discuss canine pedicures."

Kiyomi laughs softly. "No, no, of course not. Although I must admit, it's a wonderful diversion."

"Then…" he prods, "what truly brings you to my humble abode?" 

She tilts forward, a smile on her face. "I wanted to talk to you about UA."

Nezu's ears perk up, curiosity piqued. "Oh? Are you planning to pull your sponsorship? That would be quite the scandal."

Kiyomi snorts lightly, shaking her head. "No, nothing like that. I have the utmost confidence in UA's excellence, thanks to your leadership. However, I am here on another matter concerning it."

Nezu leans back on his living room sofa, keeping a keen gaze on her. "Go on."

Kiyomi takes a sip of her tea before continuing. 

"I'm proposing the implementation of an interdepartmental club in which students from all departments can interact and collaborate with each other."

Nezu raises an eyebrow. "Interesting..."

"And what has sparked this idea of yours?"

"Honestly?" Kiyomi places her cup down, folding her hands neatly in her lap as a sheepish expression washes over her face.

"I'm doing this as a favor for a friend's nephew. He's entering UA's Management Department and he desperately wants to build key relationships with the students in the Hero Department."

Her features turned calm once more. "But beyond that personal favor, I genuinely believe that this initiative can benefit all students, regardless of their departments."

Nezu nods, gesturing for her to continue. 

"Think about it," Kiyomi begins. 

"The Hero Department students can gain insights into the business and administration aspects of hero work, the Management Department can learn firsthand the challenges and needs of heroes, fostering better support systems."

She pauses to look at Nezu before continuing. "The General Education students can find new inspiration and opportunities for their futures, and the Support Department can directly see how their innovations impact hero work."

Nezu's eyes narrow. "Those are solid points. However, integrating students from different departments might disrupt their specialized training schedules."

Kiyomi smiles, gaze twinkling. "I understand your concern. We could structure the club's activities in a way that complements, rather than interferes with, their existing curriculum."

Nezu strokes his chin. "It's still a significant logistical challenge. Balancing the differing academic and practical needs of each department would be a delicate task."

He furrows his brows slightly. "But more so than that, practical implementation must be carefully managed. What assurances can you provide that this club will be beneficial and not merely an additional burden?"

"We can start with a pilot program," Kiyomi suggests, "assess its impact and make adjustments as necessary. Regular feedback from students and faculty would guide the club's development."

Nezu considers this. "A pilot program could mitigate the risks. Yet, the board of directors will need convincing data on the program's potential success and benefits."

Kiyomi's smile widens. "I am prepared to offer any assistance needed to gather and present such data. We could highlight examples from similar initiatives in other schools or institutions."

Nezu remains silent for a moment, contemplating her proposal. "You present a strong case. Still, the board is very particular about changes to the school's structure and operations."

"That's why I'll work closely with your team to ensure that the proposal is as comprehensive and convincing as possible," Kiyomi responds. "Together, we can outline a clear plan, complete with objectives, methods, and measurable outcomes."

Nezu taps his fingers on the table, his mind clearly working through the details. "If we can demonstrate a clear, structured approach, it might just win the board over. The potential for creating more well-rounded students is certainly appealing."

Kiyomi nods. "Exactly. Students who are well-rounded, with a network spanning multiple disciplines, will become the future leaders of our society. This initiative could set UA apart even further as a premier institution."

Nezu finally nods, a smile forming on his face. "You present a compelling vision, Mizuno-san. I will give this serious thought and discuss it with the board."

Kiyomi's smile broadens. 

"That's all I ask for, Nezu-san. Thank you for your consideration."

Her job here is done. 

She quickly finishes her tea and stands, smoothing down her skirt. 

"Oh my. Leaving already? You don't fancy another round of tea with me?" Nezu speaks up, tone humorous. "I always relish our little chats."

Kiyomi chuckles, shaking her head. "As much as I'd love to stay, work calls, I'm afraid. Duty never rests."

Nezu gives a nod of understanding. "I see. Then allow me to walk you to the door."

She waves a hand dismissively. "That won't be necessary, Nezu-san. I know the way. Besides, you have a lot on your plate as well."

Nezu's gaze glistens amusedly. "Very well. But do take care, Mizuno-san. And remember, you're always welcome here."

"Thank you, Nezu-san," Kiyomi replies, bowing briefly before turning to leave.

As she steps out into the crisp air, she allows herself a moment of pause.

She closes her eyes and breathes out a sigh, a subtle frown creasing her forehead. 

She perfectly carried out the favor Stendhal asked her to do, but not knowing why he requested one in the first place is incredibly frustrating.

It's rare for the man to call in favors.

And to have that favor be about this is just… confounding.

She runs a hand through her crimson hair. 

Why UA? 

Why would Stendhal, an outlaw with no apparent ties to the school, suddenly take an interest in its affairs? The more she considers it, the less it makes sense for this to be purely for his benefit. 

His operations are usually focused on the darker side of the hero society. And UA, while influential, doesn't fit into his typical scope of concern. 

The entire situation feels too personal, too—specific.

Kiyomi reaches for her phone and unlocks it, revealing security camera footage of a teenage boy with brownish-red hair and striking green eyes.

"Akako Ran…" she murmurs, the name rolling off her tongue.

Slowly, a smile creeps across her face as the pieces begin to fall into place. 

"I'll keep an eye on you."

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