#this is a shorter one but by god

[arkaniske]

Say it like you Mean It

AO3 Link \\\ Chapter Five: Red Camellias.

2200 words \ SFW \ Jayvik

Beta read by @kitcatkim

Summary: Five times Jayce brought flowers for Viktor and one time Viktor brought flowers for Jayce.

All this time, he’d been building a wall of petals and stems, hiding behind them to say what he couldn’t with words. But now, he understood. No wall would ever be tall enough to contain his aching heart. He would tear it down without hesitation if it meant standing face-to-face with Viktor.

Chapter One: Daffodils \\\ Chapter Two: Sunflowers \\\ Chapter Three: Bluebells \\\ Chapter Four: Gardenias

The bell above the door chimed softly as Jayce stepped into the flower shop, the warm scent of blooms wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. The air was alive with the fragrance of roses, lavender and a faint trace of citrus, a haven of quiet beauty that stood in stark contrast to the chaos of thoughts he found himself in. He lingered near the entrance for a moment, eyes wandering over the vibrant displays, unsure what to do next.

“Mister Talis?” Julianna’s familiar voice called from behind the counter, gentle and welcoming. She stepped out from the backroom, a bundle of daisies cradled in one arm and an easy smile on her face. “It is good to see you again. What brings you by today? Another occasion?”

Jayce managed a faint chuckle, stepping further into the shop. “Ah, no big occasion. Just, um… Something I want to get right. Really right.”

Julianna tilted her head slightly, her curiosity softening into something warmer, more understanding. “Come on, let’s figure this one out. What’s on your mind?” She gestured for him to come closer.

Jayce joined her at the counter, hands clasped and coming to a rest at the table. “I… I don’t know.” He admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “I’ve been giving flowers to uh, someone. Trying to say things I can’t- It’s… I know the words, I have them, I can practice them like a speech but then, when I step in front of the audience I just…” His sentence trailed off at the thought of Viktor, even now just thinking about him had his heart fluttering like the lovesick puppy he once tried to deny the existence of.

The florist’s expression softened, and she leaned her arms against the counter. “That is a start, you know.” She said, her tone encouraging. “It means you’re already thinking about them. Really thinking about them.”

Jayce’s gaze shifted to the rows of blooms behind her, his nerves starting to show. “Have you ever done that?” He asked hesitantly. “Used flowers to… uh, say something? I mean, it seems like you’d know how, considering all this.”

Julianna’s eyes warmed with understanding, her smile turning a little more personal. “Oh, I have.” She said, nodding. “When I proposed to my partner, actually.”

Jayce blinked, he’d expected maybe flowers for an apology or a celebration. “You used flowers to propose?”

“I sure did! And! It worked!” She straightened and stepped around the counter, motioning for him to follow with her hand. A golden band around her finger telling him of the successful outcome. “I spent like weeks obsessing over what to pick. I wanted something meaningful, something that said everything I was feeling. Something with the right intention. It became a whole mess towards the end, I got a little too obsessed.” The confession made her wince with embarrassment, but it didn’t fester.

“I did realise, however,” She continued as she stopped them in front of a display of white gardenias. The scent pulled a warm memory from Jayce’s mind, he felt the lingering warmth of a hand in his as cold evening air brushed over his skin. If he stared long enough at the white blooms he could almost imagine golden embroidery on their petals. “That it wasn’t about the flower, really. I know that’s a bad thing to say as a florist but…” She shrugged one of her shoulders.

“It’s about you and it’s about them. The flower might just be a bridge, but you still have to meet in the middle.” A soft smile crossed her face as she reached out for one of the flowers. “I ended up choosing gardenias. You’re familiar with them, yes? From your gala? They’re one of my spouses favourites. For me, these felt like a promise— a way of saying, ‘you’re it for me, no matter what’, you know?”

Jayce froze, his eyes locked on the white bloom in Julianna’s hand. His heart did an unsteady flip, the warmth of her words sinking in before the full weight of them hit him. Gardenias. Oh. Oh. His mind reeled back to the balcony, to Viktor’s quiet acceptance of the flower Jayce had given him. I gave him a gardenia. I gave him a gardenia.

“You… uh, proposed with gardenias?” Jayce stammered, his voice climbing a little too high. “I-I mean, that’s beautiful, of course it is! I- I just didn’t think they meant- Not that I wouldn’t have meant, eventually, maybe, but not— I mean, uh-“

Julianna laughed gently, her warm and knowing smile both comforting and mortifying. “Easy there, Mister Talis,” She said, holding up her free hand as if to calm a startled animal. “I can see your brain running in circles. Take a breath.”

Jayce sucked in a sharp breath and nodded, though it did little to steady the rush of thoughts. Does Viktor think I’m proposing? Did I just hand him a flower that said “please, oh God, please marry me?” Oh no. The image of golden embroidery on a white suit sent a jolt through his system, it was made no better when accompanied by the clear visualisation of Viktor’s little smirk when saying ‘I do’— Jayce stopped himself there. His ears burning hot as he realised just where his thoughts were heading.

“It’s not the same, you know.” Julianna said, her tone calm and reassuring. “That was what the gardenias meant to me and my partner. But for you, they meant something different, right?”

Jayce blinked, her words cutting through his panic like a cool breeze. “I— Yeah. Yeah, they did.” He paused, the sound of wedding bells swapped with that little hitch of Viktor’s breath before their interruption. It filled his chest with a quiet ache as he thought of what the flower had meant to his confession. “It was… Yeah. It was something different.”

“Well, there you go!” The florist said, tone filled with encouragement. “See? The meaning doesn’t belong to the flower— it belongs to you. It’s your story. Your feelings. And you get to decide what to do with it.”

“I just… I don’t want to ruin anything before it even has a chance to be something.” The confession was too vulnerable than what he expected it to be, especially for a Wednesday afternoon in a flowershop. He would have to tip the florist a therapists fee after this. Why he found himself spilling his heart was hard to tell, perhaps it was the anonymity of the situation. To be allowed just for a moment to be a man buying their crush flowers instead of someone changing the trajectory of his life. Or perhaps it was just the scent of lavender that made him dizzy.

The florist’s expression shifted to something more tender. “Can I tell you something I learned when I was picking those gardenias for my spouse?”

Jayce nodded carefully, eyes locked on the flowers as if he looked anywhere else he might lose his bravery to stand there.

“I spent so much time worrying about getting it perfect,” she said, her voice steady and warm. “I was terrified I’d pick the wrong one, or that they wouldn’t understand, or that it wouldn’t be enough. That they wouldn’t understand how much I adore them. But when the moment came? God, they did not care about any of that. They cared about me. And the fact that I was standing there, telling them how I felt, in the way I knew how. That’s what mattered.”

Jayce swallowed hard, gaze dropping to the floor. “Just… Me, then?” His voice felt small as the realisation settled over him. All this time, he’d been building a wall of petals and stems, hiding behind them to say what he couldn’t with words. But now, he understood. No wall would ever be tall enough to contain his aching heart. He would tear it down without hesitation if it meant standing face-to-face with Viktor.

Julianna smiled, her hand coming to rest on Jayce’s shoulder. He found a little comfort in it. “Just you.” She said softly with a knowing look. “Because at the end of the day it isn’t about the flowers, or the secret messages or if it’s perfect or not. It’s about the heart behind it. It’s about you saying what you feel, in whatever way you can.” She gave a little squeeze to his shoulder. “It’s you. And it’s him. That’s all that matters.”

All that matters. ‘It’s you, everything you are.’ His own words from the night of the gala echoed through his thoughts. He hadn’t been brave enough to say all that he wanted, not in the way he wanted to. The words had been too big, too fragile, and now they sat heavy in him and all but demanded to be spoken. But even if the words were lodged deep in his chest, he could still build the bridge and run over it to embrace Viktor. That he could do.

Jayce let out a soft, awkward laugh, running a hand through his hair. Her words landed softly, but they sank deep. It was almost overwhelming how easy she had read him. “You’re, uh… You’re good at this, huh?” He said, trying to lighten the moment.

The florist just gave a shrug of her shoulders with a smile, stepping back to give him some space. “It’s my job, Talis. Flowers and feelings— you’d be surprised how many flustered scientists walk through my door. You are not the only one, though you are my favourite.

“Ah, well. In that case I am very honoured.” He answered with a light chuckle. “Thank you, really.” Jayce gave her a warm smile and a slight bow of his head in gratitude. With his chest feeling a little lighter his eyes finally free to wander the shop.

He wanted to do this right, not to comfort his own perfectionism, but because Viktor deserved right. It had never been about the flowers, it had been about showing Viktor piece by piece what he saw in him. That he was adored, cherished, desired and above all that he was loved. Jayce could do that. He could show him that.

Jayce’s eyes came to a stop at red blooms.

“I’ll get three of those.”

Julianna followed his gaze to the flowers and grinned. “Perfect, I’ll get them wrapped up for you.”

\\\

The soft creak of the lab door echoed faintly as Jayce stepped inside. He was holding his breath as he looked around, eyes searching for the familiar shape of his partner but- no. He found himself alone in the room, Viktor’s chair standing empty.

Jayce released his breath, nerves thrumming as he stepped further in. The quiet absence was both a relief and a pang of disappointment. The entire walk from the flower shop he had imagined Viktor being here, imagined their eyes meeting as Jayce walked into the lab. He could almost hear Viktor’s sharp and witty comment disarm whatever awkward attempt Jayce would have made at explaining himself.

Instead, it was just him and the three flowers he held.

He approached Viktor’s desk, the scent of the blooms trailing with him. Jayce stared down at the workspace, its precision and purpose made a perfect reflection of Viktor himself. Every tool had its place, every notebook filled with clever words, even the empty beaker in the corner of the desk seemed intentional like it was waiting for a new confession. It was a space Jayce had always respected, even revered. To stand here now with something so delicate and fleeting in his hands felt like crossing into something sacred— an offering to something much bigger than him.

He hesitated, the flowers trembling slightly between his fingers. His mind swirled with all the moments that had led him here: Daffodils, Sunflowers, Bluebells and Gardenias. It told the story of just how deep Jayce had fallen for his partner. With every warm smile, with every laugh, every stolen glance, hidden smirk, soft words— with every loving touch. It had all been an ember.

Now, Jayce found himself fully ablaze. No longer wanting to control the hot surge of affection burning through him every time he as much as thought of Viktor. He understood now he would no longer be able to hide behind flowers; this was the last stem he could place before the walls he’d built around himself crumbled completely into the pyre of his adoration.

With a careful breath, Jayce leaned forward and placed the flowers at the centre of Viktor’s desk. He turned them slightly, the petals facing outwards, almost like an invitation to be taken. It rested atop an open notebook, its vibrant colour stark against the dark, inked pages. His hand rested there for a moment, he knew he couldn’t bring himself to pick the flowers up again after he had let them go. This was it. His thumb brushed against the stem. The gesture felt so small, but its weight tightened his chest and left his throat dry.

He let go. Stepping back slowly, his heart pounding as he stared at the flowers. Red camellias.

Unyielding love.

He lingered in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame as he glanced back one last time. The flowers seemed to cast a glow in the room, like a candle burning and shedding its light. A singular splash of colour in Viktor’s world.

And then, with a final breath, Jayce turned and walked away. Leaving the flower, and his heart, behind.

[just-null]

HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)

I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF

Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)

[little aftermath under the cut]

they're so annoying. peace is nonexistent... they're the best ever.

[windwenn]

People who write novellas must be absolutely going though it bc I've never read a novella that wasnt utterly devastating. These people really have Things to Say and whats more they do it in under 200 pages.

[serpentface]

This was going to be a panel of a little comic but I got too invested in drawing minute background details so, here.

[coddda]

Hiiiiiii. Episode 25/26 lawlight analysis rant thingy here. I don't know how to write an intro for this so let's just get to it LOL

I think one of the reasons that the rain/foot scenes stick out so much (the. Sheer insanity of a Foot Massage Scene in an anime revolving around two guys trying to kill each other aside 💀) is the fact that the anime specifically suffers a bit in terms of adapting a few of the "emotional" moments in death note.

And I don't mean "emotionally impactful" exactly. For example I think the adaptations of scenes like Raye and Naomi's deaths were very impactful and the atmospheres of their final scenes were great, but I mean more from a characterization standpoint (if that makes sense). Being more focused on mind and logic games, Death Note as a whole isn't as invested in individual characters' deeper feelings as it is in its action (which isn't necessarily a criticism per say, it's simply part of the nature of a mystery thriller series). But just because they're fewer and farther between doesn't mean there are none at all. In the manga we do get to see, for example, how much Light actually cared for his family and especially Sayu, and how he actually felt more conflicted and suffered lack of sleep/appetite when he first used the Death Note.

The anime specifically as an adaptation is pretty good at adapting the main mind fuckery and action of Death Note, but its lacking in properly adapting scenes like the ones I mentioned above is a criticism I see somewhat often, and it's pretty fair imo. Compared to all the other adaptations, it certainly seems to fall short on an emotional level: the musical has entire songs going in depth about the characters feelings and relationships, the 2015 jdrama is. Insane and has its emotional moments in spades (because it's a TV drama, which are more focused on portraying emotional conflict and the like), even the 2006 movies has its emotional beats and L Change the WorLd is. Well. Oh Man.

Anime Light to a lot of people is like. Light but he's "already evil" (which I have my own thoughts on but I digress). Light but after using the Death Note for like 2 minutes he's already like "fuck yeah time to kill criminals". Basically the anime doesn't take as much time to delve into his less cynical sides or really delve into his already vague and harder to decipher feelings in general, he is noticeably colder from the get-go here, etc.

But that's part of why I think episode 25 manages to stand out so much tonally (apart from it being, y'know, the episode L literally Dies). I love the episode so much and could probably rant for hours about how much I love the artistic choices made in it but what I'm trying to get at here is that it's one of the very few moments where the show tries to go deeper into specific character's emotions, and one of the very few moments where the show Attempts (emphasis on "attempts" because, well, you'll see in a bit) to get more in-depth into Light's feelings apart from his cynicism/apathy/justice. ness.

L in these two scenes in episode 25 is, well, pretty damn open about how he feels. It's usually interpreted as him knowing that he's going to die, and you can see it. He visibly looks/sounds lost, somber, etc. He never really had much to hide around Light to begin with (since he doesn't really care about hiding himself the same way Light does) but especially not now and it Shows, and I personally thought it was pretty cool to delve into his thoughts/show how he feels this way. The somberness can be felt throughout the entire scene, even people who don't already know the plot of Death Note from the manga could probably tell that he's about to die.

In the manga, once L starts suspecting Misa again and Rem realizes what Light is trying to do, it goes straight to Watari and L's deaths, but the anime instead gives a distinct and unexpected pause in the middle of this where L contemplates his own death. It's fucking great, and the shift from straight action to slower emotional weight makes these scenes stand out a lot, since, like I said, the show usually focuses more on the former. But it's kind of ironic, too.

Not only does the anime open up L's feelings more in these scenes, but it also tries to dig deeper into Light's feelings as well through L. And it's really funny honestly because while, yes, these are the more "emotionally open" scenes of the anime Light still manages to be Incredibly avoidant and contribute almost nothing to the entire ordeal.

L is visibly upset -> "Yeah Ryuzaki, you're not making any sense at all" (Not addressing the obvious conflict from L)

"Tell me, Light. From the moment you were born, has there ever been a point where you've actually told the truth?" -> "[The most stale, over-explained, avoidant answer to a "yes/no" question that you could ever hear + blatant attempts to reframe the question]"

(L's half-smile here kills me) "I had a feeling you'd say something like that" -> [Nothing]

"I'm sorry" -> [Nothing]

"It'll be lonely won't it? You and I will be parting ways soon" -> [Nothing]

^ From this point Light continues to say literally Nothing for the rest of the scene. I'm not even joking, from then on the rest of Light's voicelines are reduced to nothing but vague noises of confusion.

Everytime L calls Light out as a person ("Has there ever been a point where you've actually told the truth?" / "I had a feeling you'd say something like that." / "Won't it be lonely?") he doesn't actually acknowledge anything. Out of those three lines, he only answers verbally to if he's ever told the truth, and even then it's the most blatantly people-pleasing answer ever, as it usually is with Light. And I don't think it's because Light just. Doesn't care about any of what L's saying at all, or that he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about (questioning Light's authenticity as a person, saying it would be lonely when they part), instead he's choosing not to acknowledge any of what this means about himself or him and L at all. He's like a fucking wall.

And like, for the truth question in particular, the show makes sure that you know it's not something that Light just. Doesn't care enough about to answer. The hard cuts to silence are a very rare but extremely effective way that the show conveys an extremely important moment (see: Light regaining his memories, Matsuda noticing Light opening the warehouse door before he escapes (not as much of a "direct" cut to silence but still)), and cuts to multiple angles/framings/zooms of the exact same shot are also used for the same purpose (see: Light hugging Misa when she was crying, Matsuda aiming his gun to shoot Light, Light regaining his memories Again). Just like the scene where Light gets his memories back, the moment L's question finishes the show utilizes both. That question cut Deep. There's is a solid Almost 5 seconds of silence before the sound of the rain gradually starts fading back in, and honestly that should be telling enough as is (but of course Light doesn't actually admit that. Or anything at all really, so). Oh also another fun detail! We do not see Light's face At All (except for the shot where you can see his mouth moving but not his eyes), for the Entire time that he's going on his spiel to L. We Will Be Revisiting This Later, by the way. This is not, in fact, the first time you're going to see this detail from Light.

The only sort of reciprocation that we see from Light during Any of these two scenes is when Light dries L's hair while L dries his feet. Biblical meanings/references aside it's interesting because it's the only time he directly does anything "for" L in these scenes, but even then he doesn't try to pass it off as anything meaningful really the same way L does ("You're still soaked", a purely neutral and factual statement. It doesn't Add Anything compared to L's. Sin atonement loneliness grieving stuff. While Light is showing his own reciprocation to this more personal moment he also tries to keep it impersonal enough that it doesn't actually have to mean anything deep). And when L says "I'm sorry" after he once again gets no response from Light. It's also after this that L gets that pained look on his face, like he knows that at this point he's not actually going to get anything meaningful from Light (again, very significant and rare from L in the show. We've seen him in distress (see: when Ukita died, hell, when Watari dies), but even then he mostly manages to keep his usually neutral expression), we never see him "look sad" like he does here):

I just think it's interesting that this is one of the few scenes in this particular adaptation of Death Note where they try to open up the character's thoughts/feeling (especially considering the fact that they. lowkey blunder in adaptations of original scenes from the manga), and L himself is being rather open (not that he ever really tries to hide what he thinks nearly as much as Light), and yet all Light contributes to it in return is like. Actually nothing. Bro fumbled it. There is no resolution to any of this, to any of what L asks at all, to any of the many opportunities for a meaningful conversation, and the only thing even relatively close to an answer that you can get from Light is what you can infer from how he acts in the episode after L dies, where he's just going through the motions, but hardly acting as if he's actually living at all.

(Honestly I think the transition from this scene with the taskforce to the subsequent scene with Misa says enough on its own. Light's expressions and tone says everything:)

(Oh sidenote but. This shit again:

"Light, this is our first date in forever. can't you enjoy yourself a little more?" ('Why don't you seem happy? We can finally be together since L is dead') -> No response, Light instead changing the topic to him wanting to move in with Misa without changing his mannerisms at all

Also there's that one detail again. You pretty much don't see Light's expression when he speaks here at all, except for one shot of his eyes, which is quite literally the exact same shot they used when he "saw" L, just altered for the new setting. You have No idea what he looks like when he's responding to Misa, although it's probably fair to assume that it's the same empty stare he has for the whole Two Shots where you can clearly see his whole expression in the entire scene.

Something something Light Yagami bad at feelings I think you get the point though)

I guess Light's Kind of showing what he's feeling now? He'll admit to himself that it's boring without L, but no more than that. Light never actually admits to anything "significant", and L's dead already anyway, so what would that even do?

And then we get, uh. Basically nothing from Light. For the next 5 Years. Except that he joined the NPA, so, uh, yay? Good job, Light you totally nailed it! Thank you for allowing us as an audience to delve deeper into your inner thoughts and feelings as a character so we can find out more about you as a person! Very helpful! Thank you for not sabotaging one of your few dedicated opportunities to look into yourself as a person and reflect on your relationships with others and being 100% honest with yourself! We stay winning guys.

Anyway, this got way too long for a scene that's over a decade old, and I've probably just said everything that everyone else has already said in this fandom before. But unfortunately this has been living in my head for way too long and I must scream. I just think this episode's neat is all :)

tl;dr Part of the reason why the rain/foot scene (tbh episode 25 in General) stands out so much is because the Death Note anime specifically was a bit robbed in terms of its more emotional character moments compared to the other medias, which makes more somber/introspective scenes like the ones in episode 25 stand out a Lot in comparison. But it's also incredibly ironic because it's one of the few moments where the show (or specifically L) tries to look deeper into Light's character, but because he is so avoidant for the entire duration of these two scenes he adds basically nothing at all. It's almost funny. Mostly sad. It's also very gay. Aand post

Okay actually nevermind one more thing I talked about how the jdrama is supposed to be more emotionally in-depth because it is a TV Drama and just for the record, same thing happens there! I could probably do an entire analysis of the Blue Scene in this context like I did with episode 25 but I'd literally be here forever, so uh, just take this iconic line as my main example:

Same Thing. L's statement "I wish we could have met some other way" is personal. It's his own wish, his own regret that he is expressing to Light. While Light's reply obviously has that same regret implied it's also phrased in a specifically impersonal way. It's closed off. "This is the only way we could have met" it closes off the topic and simply renders L's wish as ultimately futile. Light does not say that he Also wishes he could have met L a different way even if it was likely impossible, instead it's a cold statement of cynical fact.

Idk just. Something something L being able and Willing to be more openly sentimental/emotionally open towards Light/about Light vs. Light's inability to be honest with anyone including himself and his own nature preventing any form of meaningful reciprocation. Something something self-sabotage, y'know the drill. God don't even get me Started on how sincere L's tone is when he says "It'll be lonely won't it?"(at least in the eng dub) in the anime I could talk about his tone in that scene for ages. Also yes all of this relates to L Change the WorLd too by the way. Don't ask how it just does okay.

I do think that scenes like these (rain/foot scene, The Blue Scene. Uh. L Change the WorLd The Novel Adaptation) show, at least in those adaptations, that L does genuinely care for Light, and show that he values him as a friend not just in the mindgame-equal sense but also just like, a more sincere sense you know. Idk if that made any sense and that's a whole other topic for another day but you guys just have to believe me on this one alright please please believe me buries head in hands. Okay post over finally thanks for coming to my tedtalk hope you enjoyed my very-unnecessarily long analysis of the week

[beneathsilverstars]

some short hair odiles. for the fans... the sapphics... and specifically for me!!!

bald odile templates under the cut for anyone who wants to draw their own hairstyles

feel free to use these bald odiles as a base without crediting me. if you'd like to use the hairstyle edits for something, go ahead, but i'd appreciate it if you'd link to this post! :3

[mmxxviii]

kristen and cassandra: prophet, apostate, saint, god

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[oh-katsuki]

what is your opinion on a satosugu threesome or voyeurism

I LITERALLY LOVE!!!!! i've had a thought for this FOREVERRRR that i was planning on writing so ill put it here!!!!!!!! i think about it constantly.

cw: threesome, oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics (suguru > satoru > reader)

anyway, i frequently think about satoru and suguru cornering you in a closet. some semi-public location with people bustling just on the other side of the door. n you're not supposed to be there even under normal circumstances, let alone these ones.

you're leaning back against one of the shelves, your leg propped up in the most comfortable way you can manage. your bare cunt is exposed under the fabric of your skirt and satoru kneels between your legs. suguru stands to your right, close enough that you can feel his body heat, but he's not touching you just yet. no, suguru is just watching.

satoru's hands rest on the inside of your thighs and his tongue laps eagerly at your cunt. he presses the flat of it to your clit, moving it side to side slightly as he holds your legs open. the room is dark, illuminated only by the light coming in through under the door, and it makes the sounds of your pussy feel even louder. you can hear the wet click of his mouth against you, tongue dipping in and out of you as he savors the taste.

you grip the shelf behind you with one hand and knot your fingers in his hair with the other, stifling choked gasps as he creeps you closer to the edge.

"shshshsh," suguru croons from beside you, placing his palm on your forehead and drawing your attention to him. "gotta be quiet. we wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

you nod your head, looking into suguru's calculating eyes. they look strangely satisfied. like he's fulfilled at seeing you and satoru be so absorbed in pleasure that he'd orchestrated. though he doesn't touch you, both you and satoru know that suguru is in charge.

suguru's hard. you can feel his bulge from where he stands, just barely touching your thigh. it sits in his pants untouched and unattended.

"touching yourself, satoru?" suguru laughs a little, tilting his head down to glance at where satoru is palming the bulge in his slacks.

satoru doesn't look up or pause, instead just nodding into your cunt. suguru lets out a quiet and somewhat condescensing laugh.

"you're such a pervert." to which satoru opens his eyes and rolls them.

you're caught between the two, grip in satoru's hair tightening as he works you up. his tongue swirls around you, fingers digging into the fleshy inside of your thighs. if you had the mind, you'd notice that the way they dip against your skin looks delightful. suguru is sure to have noticed that.

"he's good at that, isn't he?" suguru asks you.

"mhm, he's-" you choke on your words, subconsciously pulling him against you harder. your sentence is cut short.

"satoru's real good with his tongue," suguru smiles down at you, insinuating something that makes you both jealous and overwhelmingly aroused.

as if on cue, satoru applies pressure to your clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue. when you look down at him, his eyebrows are furrowed. it's as if he's deliberately tried to draw your attention to him and he frowns at suguru before delivering a succinct squeeze to your thighs.

you climb higher and higher, the knot in your stomach winding up like a wire gone taut. you tremble and then gasp as your whole body becomes sensitive and suguru places his hand back on your forehead, forcing you to look at him.

his palm is wide and warm and though he doesn't apply much pressure, you get the feeling that you couldn't move your head if you'd tried.

"is satoru gonna make you cum?" he asks quietly, leaning in close to your face. "you gonna let him?"

you don't have a choice. you're going to cum. you feel it welling up in your stomach and behind your eyes, where heat rushes to your face. all you can do is look at suguru while satoru's tongue buries itself in your sloppy cunt. you can feel the way slick drips down the leg supporting you, dampening already sensitive skin.

"eyes open when you do, 'kay?" suguru offers with that gentle cadence of his. playful and coolheaded, he makes you an offer you know you can't refuse.

you feel the peak as it builds, blinding you as you approach that overwhelming finish. you tug at gojo's hair and he takes it as a cue to double down. you gasp and crest over, rising up onto your toes as your legs begin to tremble.

suguru's hand still presses on your forehead and gojo takes it upon himself to attach himself to your clit and slide his hands around to support your lower back. your voice sits just behind your tongue, mouth open in a silent moan as you look into suguru's eyes.

he looks almost wicked. so satisfied that it makes you feel proud. you watch him like he asked you too, pulling satoru's head against your pussy subconsciously.

satoru works you through it, slowing the motions of his tongue as you come down with a choking gasp and heavy breathing. suguru strokes your sweat soaked forehead.

"can i have a turn?" suguru questions.

satoru stands up from between your legs, rubbing the inside of your thighs. then, he reaches up to wipe his cum-soaked mouth.

"jeez, suguru," he smiles. "give the poor thing a minute, at least."

[y4rdbird]

Dr s2p1 save me

[luxurystark-jackson]

s10 ep5 fan fiction has everything. tech nerd sam winchester. closeted theatre kid dean winchester. subtext. musical fun. a sexy sound desk. destiel. the actual goddess calliope herself. truly an experience you don’t get in other shows.

[justanotherperson1]

How tall is Bay OP compared to the TFP bots & cons?

I just imagine TFP Megs having to look up at Bay OP, scared shitless as Bay OP glares down at him like he just insulted his carrier. Bay OP bitch-slapped a Dinobot (Grimlock) over twice/three times his size like it was nothing, he would destroy TFP Megs.

"In my universe, I ripped your head clean off your shoulders. And that was when I was missing an arm."

Imagine if they met Bay Megs too... :0

I was going to sit here and make a joke about how Bay! Optimus was so much shorter than his Counterpart and Megatron in TFP! Because I when I was first researching it I saw he was about 22 feet tall compared to their enormous 30’ and 32’ feet… but then I found sources saying Bay! Was 28’ or that TFP OP was 35…. DOES ANYONE KNOW THEIR CANNONICAL ACTUAL HEIGHTS???? Am I just blind???? Do I not know how to research??? Does anyone have an official chart???

Anyway, Bay! Op IS the goat when it comes to violence no matter what size, but I had such a funny image of him being a smidge taller than bumble and looking UP at Megatron saying those same things and still getting that same reaction. AND THEN Megatron- if he ever found out about his Bay! Counterpart would have to deal with the fact that he had a stint where he went mad in the middle of Africa with transformer organic babies (????) and ended up stranded on earth with little to nothing anyway being hunted down by three different organizations so Dude is pressed to say the least. I feel like Bay! Megatron doesn’t have that same dog in him like TFP Megatron does tbh.

Now, if Bay! Op was taller….. It would be like facing a dark ronin of death leaving a path of destruction in his wake. Yikes.

[nostalgia-tblr]

stopped reading a fic just there because it was insisting that thor & co went on many violent adventures pre-movies but of course left poor feeble loki behind cos he's a) feeble and b) blessed with a better understanding of imperialism than the rest, and there are a thousand other fics that also think this is obviously what happened but i think i may just have hit my limit on this one :\

[allastoredeer]

I'm with you there on preferring bottom!Alastor and getting squicked out by top!Alastor. The squick is worse for me when searching radioapple than radiostatic stuff, and I think it has more to do with the egregious amount of uke-fication of Lucifer that I've seen. Vox and Al get it sometimes too, let's be real that's gonna happen in any mlm ship. But I feel like it happens SO often to Lucifer, mostly cause he's small and cute, that people completely forget he's the oldest and most powerful entity in hell.

He would NOT be genuinely scared or intimidated by Al or any other sinner for that matter and Al would NOT be able to physically overpower or threaten Luci. It just feels so wildly out of character for me that any of the appeal of the ship/characters is gone at that point.

Like, for real, no shade to anyone that likes that, go on and get your food. But my extreme dislike of it has me now avoiding bottom!Lucifer radioapple like the plague just so I don't risk being subjected to it.

I think...I think you just described why I feel so squicked out by bottom!Lucifer and top!Alastor 😦 Like, I couldn't figure out what exactly about it was throwing me off, but you just said it perfectly!!

That's literally it! It's the uke-fication of Lucifer. That's it. Lucifer would never feel threatened by Alastor. He would never be overpowered by Alastor. So when I see depictions of Alastor successfully intimidating Lucifer, or overpowering him at all, it just throws me out of the story.

Lucifer's been alive longer than Hell. Alastor's measely 100+ years of being alive is nothing compared to his millennia+ lifespan. And yeah, Lucifer is the strongest person in Hell, he could beat Alastor in any fight, no question. He has no reason to be scared or threatened by him.

And look, there are ways to get Lucifer to a point of being afraid. There are always a way to make characters act in a way you wouldn't typically see. In fact, Lucifer, the biggest, baddest person in Hell, being threatened by something would be a huge thing for his character and for the story. That could totally work!

But when it comes from Alastor just going into his demon form, or looming over Lucifer, I just 🥲 it takes me out of the story. I can't. Alastor may be a big bad Overlord, and he's dangerous for sure, but like...power-wise he is just not on Lucifer's level and Lucifer knows that--Alastor knows that--and this is what makes their dynamic so, SO interesting, especially if they're in a relationship or slowly building into a relationship. That's what makes it so spicy and flavorful. The push and pull. The insecurity and emotion. The complex dynamic between them.

I think you're right about it making bottom!Lucifer and top!Alastor lose its appeal. I went back through my Twitter bookmarks yesterday and found a few top!Alastor's & bottom!Lucifer's that I've saved, but I've come to dislike that generalized characterization of it so much that I avoid it it like the plague too.

And like you said, there's no hate to those who enjoy it. This is fandom and people are allowed to write, draw, and do what they want. It's all fiction and it's not hurting anyone.

I just don't like the top!Alastor & bottom!Lucifer dynamic in most fan-arts, and I don't click onto fics with it cause I just don't want to subject myself to an unenjoyable time 😂 I'm here to have fun too, afterall.

[lazywriter-artist]

He sits politely while space dad dissociates for a bit

[polepositioned]

I have no controversial opinions rn, but what is the wildest yet-to-exist driver pairing that could work wonderfully in your opinion. Let's stick with the 2024 grid

you're gonna have to stick with me when i say leclerc x piastri anon. i haven't seen a lot of coverage related to them but i think based on the way they drive, and get on with people off of the track, that it would be an interesting ship at the very least.

i think it would take them a little while to warm up to eachother in the context of shipping, but after that...

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Brazilian Grand Prix - Jenson Button