#‘uhhh why was there a monkey???’

[earth90214]

hunting down people that refuse to use critical thinking skills about Nope (2022) for sport

[soaked-doors]

dreamin bout U-R-L-I-P-S

[livs-a-million]

Favourite Guy Ever

[rainoverthewindow]

ASL, but with phones

I don’t post enough of these proportionate to the amount I draw

[bandomgay]

Idk if this is weird or delusional of me to bring up but like the way friendships and like relationships work with people related to Arctic monkeys is kinda insane like If I was Alex....mmmm... idk how he hasn't gone batshit crazy

[semi-sketchy]

hey so I think I found the cause of my health problems for the last decade

[monsterfuker3000]

You Call the Shots, Babe ༺♡༻

Hi kittens, mommy’s had a rough one and that’s why it’s been since October since I published anything lol. My now-ex boyfriend broke up with me and it thrust me head first into my man-hating era and I couldn’t write to save my life. I’m not happy with this fic but I had to publish SOMETHING bc it’s been rotting in my WIP folder forever. Enjoy, my stinkies 🩷

WARNINGS: p in v sex, perv!Leon, unprotected sex, mentions of male masturbation, a lil bit of footjob action/very light CBT, Leon is a two pump chump I’m sorry, creampie as always, uhhh you degrade him and stuff but he’s Leon so he gets off to that, idk RE2R Leon strikes me as a panty thief who would get off on being told he’s a pervert so that’s what I wrote lol

Word count: 3k words of Leon being a perv

“Leon?” you called.

“Yes?”

“Why do you have my fucking panties?”

Movie night with Leon was always unnecessarily complicated. It very nearly felt like it took him hours to get settled; he needed the right snacks for the two of you, the right drinks, the right comfy clothes, the right movie. If he put much more effort into every movie night, it would start to feel like a date. Not that he’d mind that.

You, however, seemed like you would mind. He had tried like hell to hint to you that he wanted something more than friendship; brushing his hand against yours whenever he could, resting his hand at the small of your back in a manner that was much more than friendly, letting his gazes linger a bit longer than they needed to. But you? Dear, distant, unmovable you? Never once reciprocated his affections. Leon was desperate for you.

That’s why the movie nights came about; they were the closest Leon could get to a date night, and by God did he push the envelope. He’d spend every movie night with an arm around your shoulder, both of you under the same blanket. He’d behave himself, keep his hand a where they belonged, but all the while he’d have to try like hell to conceal the hard-on he’d be sporting every time. He felt pathetic, jerking off to the thought of you every night after you’d leave. That’s when he started stealing your panties.

It started out with just one pair he’d seen discarded on top of your hamper in your room, too careless to hide it before he came over. He’d snuck them into his pocket, vowing to himself they he would return them the next time he was at your place. Only he didn’t return them, and he did do it again.

He jumped at every chance to spend time at your place instead of his, sneaking another pair from you nearly every time. You had to be wondering where they kept going, but as long as his operation was still going off without a hitch, he was going to keep stealing them.

Then came the hitch.

You had come over for the aforementioned movie night, barging in after work without knocking like you owned the place, not that Leon minded.

“Lee!” You whined, “It’s cold out! How come you have to live so far from where I work?” You continued your lament as you kicked off your shoes by the door and walked further into the apartment toward the kitchen. Leon poked his head out from the doorway, pointing to his bedroom door.

“Go grab one of my hoodies or something if you’re cold, I’m making popcorn, so help yourself!” He busied himself with the popcorn once again as he heard you turn and walk toward his room, thanking him as you walked away.

“Leon?” you called.

“Yes?”

“Why do you have my fucking panties?”

His heart immediately dropped into his stomach, remembering just how many pairs of your used panties were tucked away in his drawer. The volume and variety would have been impressive if he didn’t feel downright creepy.

He slunk towards his room like a child expecting to be scolded, and his face reddened when he stepped into the doorway. You had your arms crossed, one of his favorite pairs of your panties dangling from one finger

It was a little baby-pink number; cotton, his favorite, with delicate lace around waistband that he couldn’t get enough of. Memories flashed through his head of just what perverted things he’d done with the scraps of cloth spilling out of the drawer you’d apparently yanked open.

He loved to jerk off with them wrapped around his cock, eyes closed and head falling back, sometimes with another pair pressed to his nose to inhale your scent. The worst thing he did, however, embarrassed even him; he loved to jerk off directly into the crotch of your panties, imagining that the reason they were covered in his cum was because it had spilled out of you. This was his favorite of all of his dirty fantasies about you, and imagining that the panties in his hand were soiled because you’d finally let him fuck you would often make him have to touch himself a second time.

“I saw these sticking out of your drawer, and I thought they looked familiar,” you said flatly.

He forced himself to return to the present at your words, fidgeting a bit to try to hide the half-chub that refused to go down even in the face of such profound shame. You cocked an eyebrow, looking all too relaxed given the situation the two of you were in.

“I asked you a question, Leon,” you reminded him. “Why do you have so many pairs of my panties? And I know theyre mine, don’t try to tell me they aren’t,’ you added, effectively crushing to death the only chance at redemption he thought he might have.

“Um, well. . .” He trailed off immediately, completely unable to tear his eyes away from the panties swinging from your hand, not sure how he was going to get out of this one. “I don’t- I. . . It’s beacuse-“

“I know why you have them,” you cut him off, his eyes finally snapping up to meet yours before the embarrassment made him duck away again. “It’s because youre a fucking pervert.”

His heart dropped; this was it. You were disgusted with him, you were going to leave his apartment and never come back, you were going to tell everyone you knew that he was a disgusting panty thief, never to be trusted. However, there was no hiding the full-blown hard-on he was now sporting, thanks to the insult. His face reddened more, if that was even possible. Your eyes flicked down to his crotch, and the scowl you’d been wearing slowly turned into a smirk.

“I’m so sorry, I-“ he began, but you cut him off yet again.

“You’re not sorry you did it,” you salked toward him. “You’re sorry you got caught.’ You were right on the money, as usual, but before Leon could even try to get a word in edgewise, you spoke again. “I think you need to be punished.”

What?

His confusion must have been clear on his face, because you continued.

“What, cat got your tongue?” You teased. “Take your pants off, Leon,” you said. It very obviously wasnt a request.

This felt like a trap to Leon, but he figured things couldn’t get any worse, and so help him he was going to do whatever you asked of him in the hopes it might smooth things over. He cleared his throat, reaching for the drawstring of his sweatpants as you began to slowly circle around him. He felt very much like a cornered animal.

“O-okay,” he finally spoke, albeit haltingly as he slowly pulled at the tie on his pants.

“Tell me, Lee, what have you been doing with all the panties you’ve been stealing, hm? Be specific. And hurry up with your pants, I don’t like waiting when im already impatient.”

God, what were you going to do to him? He tried like hell not to very his hopes up, but he hoped to God this was going to end well for him.

“W-well,” he began, sliding his pants off as he spoke, nervous but still eager to find out what was going to happen next. “I mean, I jack off with them. . .” He trailed off, clearly not wanting to be any more forthcoming than that. He chanced a look at your face again, hoping what little he told you was sufficient, but of course not.

“Tell me more, Lee. And look at me when you do it,” you added. He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his eyes on you while he spoke.

“I wrap them around. . . Around my cock and I, well, I jack off with them, ‘nd then I. . .” He trailed off yet again, cheeks burning bright red, afraid to try your patience but far too embarrassed to get it all out at once. He took a deep breath. “And I like to. . . To finish in the crotch,’ he finally finished.

“Why?” You asked simply. He wasnt prepared to answer that one. He cleared his throat again, and mumbled something, turning away. “Come again?” You asked. He huffed out a breath and looked back up at you, tears very nearly welling up in his eyes from the humiliation but still hard as a rock.

“I said I like to imagine theyre filled with my cum because you put them back on after I fucked you!” He nearly yelled, frustrated with the interrogation. A few embarrassed tears he hadn’t even noticed finally spilled from his eyes and he wiped them away roughly with his sleeve, knowing he had no right to cry.

“I figured,” you replied flatly. How were you staying so calm about this? You’d just found out your best friend had been stealing your panties for the past few months! Leon opened his mouth to ask you just this, but you moved lighting-quick, stuffing the panties into his open mouth and covering it with your hand, swatting away hips hands when he instinctively reached up to push you away.

Holy shit. You just stuffed your panties in his mouth.

“Kneel,” you told him, and his knees were on the floor without a second’s hesitation, placing his hands down on the tops of his thighs. You walked around him, adding the instruction to be careful not to spit them out, and he could hear you once again digging around in the drawer behind him. you gasped behind him, reaching out from behind him to range another pair inches from his nose before snatching it back.

“Leon, these are my favorite!” You cried indignantly. “I’ve been looking for them forever, you pervert,’ you added. God, there was that word again. It absolutely shouldn’t have made his cock twitch in his boxers, but it did anyway. “Hands behind your back,” you instructed him, and he obeyed, wondering what you had in mind. His eyes widened when he felt you twist that second pair of panties around his wrists, essentially improvising a pair of handcuffs. You walked around him again to stand in front of him, and he looked up at you expectantly, tears long-dried. “Try not to rip those, I like them,” you said simply, before sitting on his bed and pressing your socked foot to his crotch without another warning.

He cried out as best he could with a mouthful of your panties, nearly doubling over from the sensation. You were pressing harder than should have been pleasurable, but between how wound up you had him and how long he’d wanted you to touch his cock, he was still in heaven. As you slid your foot up his cock, he wished with everything in him that he didn’t still have his boxers on; that he could feel the friction and not just the pressure, delicious as it was. You leaned back, surveying your work, all the while still working your foot up and down his cock.

“You like that, Leon?” You teased, propped up on your hands. Of course he liked that. Of course you knew he liked that, but how could you not tease him like this?

Your curled your toes gently over the head of his cock, squeezing a bit with your toes. He was sensitive, so fucking sensitive, and he bucked up into your touch with another muffled cry.

“Ah-ah,” you admonished him. “I didn’t say you could move.”

Leon whined again at this, worried you were going to stop touching him, but far too afraid of that prospect to do anything about it.

Instead of withdrawing your foot Ike he expected, you pressed the ball of your foot against his cock, hard. You meant this as a punishment, of course, but poor Leon was so very on edge that he came in his boxers, shaking as he dampened the crotch of them along with your foot.

“Leon. . .” You sighed with a deep frown, one that would have made his heart clench had all his blood not been allocated elsewhere. “You really are a pervert,” you scolded. God, there was that word again. Leon knew at this point that this was all a game, but he couldn’t help the way that word made him feel. Pathetic. Dirty. Unbelievably horny.

You stood, looming over him as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“I was worried about the rest of my plans for you, but it looks like youre still hard,” you remarked, nudging his overly sensitive cock with your foot and pulling a surprised yelp from him. To his shock, you unbuttoned your pants and slid them off along with your panties all in one go. The way his eyes flicked over to the panties you discarded to the side wasnt lost on you.

“Don’t be greedy, Leon. You have more than enough,” you teased. You knelt on the ground in front of him, pushing against his chest and knocking him off balance to sit flat on the floor with his back to his dresser, hands still bound behind him with your panties. You straddled him, hovering over his cock so close that he could feel the heat and wetness of your pussy. He didn’t dare move after what happened last time.

You decided to grant him just a little relief, using your hand to slide his cock shallowly through your folds, Upand down, up and down. His head hit the dresser behind him with a thunk, a deep groan tearing itself from his throat. Then finally, fucking finally, you slid down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt.

He tore his eyes away from the ceiling, and they nearly popped out of his head as he took in the sight in front of him. His cock had completely disappeared inside of you, your clit resting against his pelvis. He was mesmerized for just a moment before you lifted your hips and slammed them back down, earning another muffled shout from him as his head hit the dresser again.

You began a brutal pace right off the bat, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your moans; yours were completely unbridled, his were still dampened by the panties he absolutely wasnt spitting out.

You reached up to place a hand against his cheek, patting it softly before pulling your hand back and delivering an earnest slap. It took him by surprise and he bucked into you again, but you seemed to let that transgression slide. You squeezed his cheeks with one hand, forcing him to look at you.

“Fucking disgusting, Leon. I should spit in your face for stealing and doing such nasty shit with my things,” you said through gritted teeth, hips still rolling against him. God, he was going to cum way too soon again. Sweat rolled down the side of his face with the effort he was exerting trying to hold off his orgasm.

“‘M gonna cum,” you moaned, and it was like he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. “You wanna cum in me Leon? You wanna fill me up with your cum? Of course you do, you fucking sicko,” and Leon knew he had just seconds.

Finally, with a last, particularly strong roll of your hips, you came. As your pussy pulsed around him, Leon came as well, filling you with his cum and thrusting up into you in earnest now, though he was too fucked-out to notice and correct himself.

As soon as your breathing evened a bit, you stood abruptly, the friction against Leon’s softening cock startling him along with the overstimulation. You hooked the panties in his mouth with your finger to yank them out and he choked a bit, his mouth dry. He was speechless as you shook out the slightly damp panties and slid them on with a snap of the waistband.

You bent over in front of him, showing him that the thin gusset of the panties was wet enough with his spit that it had gone slightly translucent. He could see your pussy lips through the wet fabric, and nearly passed out when he watched the wet patch spread as his cum began to spill out of you and onto the panties, just like he’d jacked off to so many times. If he wasn’t so mindful of not wanting to rip the panties that were still wrapped around his wrists, he probably would have pulled you toward him to fill you up with even more of his cum.

You walked around behind him to untangle him and free his arms. As soon as you did though, his hair stood on end remembering what he’d been caught with earlier. He whirled around, still on his knees to look up at you with big, pleading blue eyes.

“I’m so, so sorry, I know it’s gross that I was taking your panties-“

“Leon,” you interrupted him. “Why do you think my used panties were always on the top of my hamper? No girl would leave her panties visible like that if she knows someone is coming over. I wanted you to find them.” You turned and walked out toward the kitchen before turning back to him and seeing his jaw practically on the ground again. “You might wanna check on your popcorn, Lee.”

I’m on twelve Vicodins smoking on Scooby-Doo dick

[opal-owl-flight]

Edge of Chaos.

Remember how 4 gave herself up to Overlorder in my SO interp...what if 3 gives themself up to a chaotic entity?

Uhhh "side Chaos" type what-if situation bc I was inspired by fucking Lego Monkey Kid of all things. Deets below! (And LMK ending/spoilers for those who watch.) Its VERY ALL OVER THE PLACE FORGIVE ME

"Listen, listen. I am the light outside your dark cave. Come to me, Ill set you free."

I think the argument that sways them is the fact that the ordered world is suffocating everyone. The world as it is, its Plato's cave. The unknown, the chaos, its whats outside. Remember how tye point of Side Order is that an Ordered World would be shit, bc itd mean something perfectly stagnant?

Chaos leans HARD into that. But does it in a way that tears the current world apart. Burns whats going bad, but also whats going good.

"Look at everyone, writhing in pain, trying to fit in.

Wouldnt it be better, if those boxes were all gone?"

It slithers to whisper in 3s ear.

"Including yours?"

It starts with arguing abt the world's state. And then it pierces them where it hurts.

A life that they couldve lived. Alt3, yknow. A life outside the war.

...they look so much happier there...

The voice of chaos goes on, convincing them that if they join It, the world will be saved by them, which ALREADY gets them on board almost immediately. Then with the promise of a life better than what they have rn? Its the best of both worlds. They save the world, one final time, then they'll be free.

Theyre caught, theres no way out.

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3 bowing to Chaos to save the world. Because its the only way for everyone to live a life beyond these secret wars. To live a life beyond the strict tenets the current world presses upon them. The world they carried all these years, and for what? Everyone STILL being stuck in those boxes? Status quo that wasnt the best thing in the first place? ("The world was breaking even before you started doing something about it.")

Theyre sick of having to keep the world the way it is. They gave EVERYTHING for this war. Theyve had enough.

3 finally living a life, like what 4 and 8 have been begging them to do, but oops. Oops. The rest of the world would get torn to shreds. A "burn everything down and start over" deal.

What makes it different from Order, then?

They cant think of that now, theyre finally free.

----

4 gave up her chaos in SO bc she thought that is what itll take for 3 to accept her again. 3 gave up their order in this hypothetical bc they wanted to set the world free, but also so that they can be fully with 4s chaos.

----

This ALL STARTED bc the mc of the show kept saying that it has to be him who saves the world, theres no other way. Which is...something 3 does on the damn regular. They carry the hero role and give this burden to no one else. To the ends of the earth, til the end of their life.

The lesson of this is "do things in moderation" -- that making the world a better place starts with little steps. Filling in the cracks. Some things work, dont burn everything to the ground so fast.

And most important of all. Stick together.

Which is a lesson 3 learns.

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Neat design note: 4 has her black tipped tentacles from SO. 3 would get white-tipped ones from this thing.

Why white? Besides being the opposite of Overlorder's black ink, it represents its narrative of being the light at the end of the tunnel/out the ("ordered boxes"/destiny/etc) cave theming for chaos.

When they look at themself in tge mirror after what theyve done, they see someone unrecognizable AGAIN.

They thought for themself this time. And the world went to shit. Were they really the only pillar?

now they look even more dead than before. Is this really the life they were promised?

The one they wanted?

[sammychew]

Incorrect Kfp quotes

Po : Don't go in that room!

Tigress : Why?

Po : There's a spider!

Tigress : didn't you kill it?

Po : I only have two arms, it has eight, that's not fair!

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*tigress coming back to the valley of peace after leaving the panda village*

Tigress : *holding Lei Lei* I adopted a child, and I brought some snacks

Shifu : you WHAT-

Oogway : mnnn, snacks

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Viper at a coffee shop with tai lung : can I get a large vanilla bean cold foam latte with uhhh....seven shots of expreso please?

Tai lung next to her : Jesus Christ just do crack

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Po : i didn't drink THAT much last night

Viper : you were flirting with tigress the whole night

Po : so what? She's my girlfriend

Crane : you asked if she was single...

Mantis : then cried when she said she wasn't

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[At the teacup ride at Disney]

Tigress, crane, mantis ,and monkey : *calmly spinning and chatting*

Tai lung, Po, and viper : *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can while screaming*

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Po : I am the strong, powerful, all mighty dragon warrior! Nothing fazes me anymore!

Tigress : then let go of my arm

Po : no it's dark

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Shifu talking about Po : that panda...he's a hurricane

Tigress, wistfully : he sure is

Tai lung : hurricanes are bad, tigress

[quitealotofsodapop]

Saw the notes... got inspired by the silly! MK would absolutely be confused over the baby stone monkeys but also really think the little clones are cute. He uses the explanation Wukong had given him about the babies being clones of an old friend he'd kept preserved until they eventually morphed into a pair of actual baby monkeys to the Noodle Gang. Tang is of course, extremely excited to meet Savage and Rumble because these are basically Sun Wukong's kids and the mystery of who the baby clones original self was gets added to the cork boars alongside Wukong's baby daddy!

Macaque, jealous and feeling betrayed: WHO DID YOU HAVE A CHILD WITH!?

Wukong: You, idiot.

Ha yes! Was rambling in the notes here about the Penumbra au (with some SlowBoiled sprinkled in).

MK rambles about the babies to the rest of the gang (and theorizing thats why Monkey King needed a successor), and the while gang are "aww"-ing at the thought.

The adults have concerns.

Pigsy: "Wait, how old are they? What is he feeding them?" MK, thinking: "Uhhh super tiny-old? Monkey King said the shadows he preserved turned into newborn babies some weeks ago. He keeps them in his shirt so I don't know how he feeds them." Pigsy, concern growing: "He's probably on that island without proper food for himself..." Sandy, also concerned: "And there's a lot of good vitamins one can't get from just fruit and transformed hair. He'll need some ginger tea." Pigsy, already in the kitchen: "And some soup! Tangy! We need some fish heads!" Tang, nerding out: "Are we forgetting the huge fact that these are newborn Spiritual Monkeys!? We're talking like baby unicorns here! This is a major discovery!" Pigsy, handing him a list: "Just get me these ingredients and I'll forgive your tab!" Tang, diligently grabs list and shopping bags: "Okie dokie!" MK: "Eh? Why tea and soup?" Mei: "Odds are the Monkey King is the babies' only source of food." MK: "They're eating him?!" Mei: "Bruh. Boobs." -_- MK, embarrassed: "AH. My bad." >_<

So yeah Sun Wukong quickly gets the adults knocking on his door with big pots of soup and tea for him to take. He's touched by the gesture, but a little startled by how fast the gang were to appear on his doorstep.

So of course MK has to deal with wanting to become stronger faster (can't do certain training when the twins are in the way), and runs into Macaque.

MK takes one look at the black fur, red face marking, and shadowy powers, and thinks "omg! he might be the shadow babies' other dad/clone-original!!" - but holds the knowledge to himself for the moment.

Eventually MK gets a text from Mei during his additonal training, and she sends him an adorable photo of the twins. Macaque overhears.

Macaque, very serious: "Who are they?" MK: "Oh! It's just my friend Mei!" Macaque: "No. I mean the baby monkeys." MK: "Oh haha. Well... the big reason Monkey King can't train me as hard as he can is cus he's got... them." Macaque, grabs phone and glares at the photo: "WITH WHOM?!" MK: "Whoa! You're uh... kinda upset." Macaque: "Of course I'm upset! My former ma- friend had cubs without me!" MK, thinking Mac cannot be that dense: "Wut." Macaque: "What's their names?!" MK: "Zàoyīn and Bàoliè." Macaque: "He named them Rumble and Savage?!"

This of course leads to a confrontation where Macaque has drained MK's powers and is now knocking on Wukong's door demanding to know who fathered his twins.

Wukong: (*opens door with the twins tucked into a skin-to-skin top. Looks a bit sleep-deprived.*) Macaque: (*angry frown*) MK: (*waves nervously cus Macaque dragged him over*) Wukong: "Wondered when you'd get here." Macaque: "Let me see them." Wukong: "Say please. You're not setting a good example." Macaque, forces self to calm down: "Ok. Please let me see them." Wukong: "Thats better." (*Wukong loosens his shirt, letting the twins' heads to poke out. The twins stretch awake as Wukong kisses their heads. A pair of six-ears flutter like that of a kitten as one yawns loudly.*) Macaque: (*quiet. eyes glistening*) Wukong: "Plums, are you crying?" Macaque, trying to hide tears: "Who- who did you have them with!?" Wukong & MK: "Wut." "Seriously!?" Macaque: "They're too beautiful to be mine!" Wukong, sighing: "You literally left behind two shadow clones before you left the island. Shadows that I... had trouble letting go of. And I might have broken some rules of magic to keep them around." Macaque: "You... donated your dao to preserve them??" Wukong: "Yeah. I didn't want to like... lose all of you just yet. But about a few weeks ago they sort of collapsed into themselves and popped out like this." Macaque, doing math and suddenly blushes: "OH." MK: "What oh?" Macaque: "Shadow clones aren't like hair clones. They aren't extensions of the original's body, but rather their soul. When Wukong donated his dao to my shadows - we accidentally, uh... inmaculada." MK: "Omg I was right! You are their dad!" Macaque: "Ok yeah. Uh, here's your power back by the way." MK: "Wut." Macaque: "I had this whole revenge plan in the works but uh, knowing that these little guys are here, I just can't." Wukong: "Aww. Is that the only reason?" (*flutters eyelashes*) Macaque, still blushed: "And I uh... kinda am really touched that you couldn't let go of my shadows after all this time." Wukong, smugly smiling: "Knew it." Rumble & Savage: (*fully awake, now grabbing Macaque's face and chirping excitedly!*)

Macaque quickly turns from "edgy shadow version of Monkey King" to "super-adoring dad" once he meets the twins properly.

Rumble and Savage love having their Papa back.

[cinnastray]

20 Months ago, the Arctic Monkeys album "The Car" was released and I haven't stopped listening since. I am not kidding.

My initial plan was to create a retro-style fanzine to go along with the album, and I may still sit down to do this once I have the headspace to do so.

For now, this illustration^, originally intended as the first double-spread of my magazine, will have to do. I ended up getting it printed and hell yeah, I actually enjoy looking at it :D

I decided to print it on 310gsm Ilford Cotton Textured paper to make the lines pop a little. Here's some details:

And uhhh... I decided to take my chances and offer this as a print on Etsy. Not sure if that is a smart move, but a friend asked me if she can buy it from me, so ... (；´∀' )

So, if you're interested, you can find the print here.

(Not sure why I'm so anxious about advertising my stuff all the time asdfghj)

[strniohoeee]

idk what to ask but something super angst enemies to lovers with matt

Disregard(Matt’s Version)

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N hate each other. However one night at a party things take an ugly turn, and Matt’s there to help her. Feelings are expressed but are these feelings mutual? 🌷

Warning⚠️: None really some guy tries to take advantage of reader.

Song for the imagine: R U Mine?- Arctic Monkeys

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can’t help myself

All I ever wanna say is “are you mine?”

“You at a party with Matt? How’s that going to work” my friend asked me over the phone laughing

“It’s going to work because I hate him, and I will be far away from him duhh” I said raking through my closet looking for an outfit

“I just don’t know how you can hang out with him and his brothers when yall can’t stand one another” she said

“Well Nicks my friend mostly sadly and Chris is cool, but Matt’s just always there” I said huffing when I couldn’t find the shirt I wanted

“Why don’t you and Nick just hang out” she responded

“I mean we have, but they are always together. I’ve learned to just not acknowledge him” I said laughing

“Man I don’t know how you’ve been sticking it out this long” she said to me

“He was at his worse in high school, so if I got over that I can get over anything” I responded back

“Mmm that’s true he was an annoying little shit” she said giggling

“He really was, and he was such a dick” I said rolling my eyes

“He was, but I’m gonna let you go girl. I know you have to prepare for this party, and I’m about to head out with my man on a date” she said to me

“Alright girl I love you, and have fun I’ll talk to you soon” I responded

“Love you too, and have fun as well” she responded

I hung up and finished looking through my closet for another outfit.

“FINALLYYYY” I said as I found the shirt I’ve been hunting for

To be honest I’m not too sure why my hate for Matt was still there. I’ve been friends with Nick for 5 years now, and although Matt was an asshole in school I couldn’t stop my hate towards him.

He just was always there, and swore he was hot shit. He wanted to be cool and mysterious so badly and it annoyed the shit out of me.

I agreed when Chris called him “tough” because it was true. He acted like this big bad guy, and like he was too good for everybody. Hated it and I hated him

Initially I really liked him, but he destroyed all of that when we were in high school. It haunted me daily…..man fuck Matt

I finished getting ready and decided to Uber over to the triplets house since Nick wanted us to carpool

I headed into their house and walked up to nicks room

“Nickkkk” I said as I walked in and hugged him

“Heyyy” he said pulling away

“Excited for tonight?” I asked him as I sat on his bed

“Very! I haven’t been to a party in a while” he said looking in his closet

“Oh my gosh sameeee” I said

“Should I wear a pink shirt or a black shirt?” He asked

“Mmmmm pink, that color looks good on you” I said back

“I was thinking the same” he said laughing

Suddenly Chris and Matt barged into his room

“YOOO” Chris yelled coming in

“Hey” I said smiling at him

“Stop fucking screaming like a bafoon” Nick said

“Uhhh who brought the negative Nancy” Chris said rolling his eyes

Nick just rolled his eyes at Chris as he finished getting ready in his bathroom

“Nick I have a question” I said getting up

“What’s up?” He asked

“Do you have my perfume I left here a while back” I asked

“Mmm I should, might be in my top drawer” he said

“Yeah you might want to mask that smell” Matt said laughing

“Ew….youre not funny” I said giving him a dirty look

“Yeah and youre ugly” he said making an ugly face

“You act like a two year old” I said not even looking at him

“Alright children enough” Chris said rolling his eyes

“I’m going to wait downstairs, I’m not going to allow Matt to ruin my night” I said after I sprayed myself with perfume and leaving Nicks room

About 10 minutes later they all came down and we decided to head out. Matt drove us to this influencers house who they knew and we headed in

“Alright guys don’t get too wild and try not to fight anyone” Nick said

“Got it” we said laughing

We walked in and started to say hi to the people we knew. I headed into the kitchen to make myself a drink because this was going to be a long night.

I was sitting in the kitchen sipping on my drink while people watching when I saw someone from the corner of my eye.

“Hey” he said, I looked over at him smiling as I swallowed my drink

“Hi” I said properly

“I’m Grey, but most people call me G” he said sticking his hand out for me to shake

“I’m Y/N” I said shaking his hand

“Are you here alone?” He asked as he began to make himself a drink

“Oh no I’m here with some friends, but we branched off” I said to him

“Oh nice yeah I did the same. I think my friends with some girl or some shit” he said shaking his head

“Ahh yes the classic party hook up” I said

“So cliche right” he said laughing

I went to answer but Matt walked into the kitchen clearing his throat and shoving in between us to get a Pepsi

“Oh uh am I interrupting something?” Matt asked looking between Grey and I

“No, go away Matt” I said sighing

“Cant I get a drink?” He said cheering my cup and giving me a shit eating grin

“I’m going to uhhh I’m going to head out” Grey said before walking off

“You fucking dick” I said punching Matt

“I came to get a drink” he said shrugging his shoulders

“You’re such a fucking asshole I hate you” I said finishing my drink and going to make another one

“Not sure why you hate me” he said scoffing

“Tuh- you’re not sure?” I said grabbing a coke to mix with Malibu

“Mmm no not really” he said shaking his head

“Oh well let me jog your memory shall I? You were an absolute piece of shit in high school. You called me every terrible name under the sun. You turned our whole grade against me. Let’s not forget that so-called prank you pulled on me. Calling me telling me you liked me when you knew I liked you asking me out and then telling me it was a joke and that you truly hated me. Oh not to mention you recorded it and sent it to the whole fucking school. You humiliated me in front of everyone” I said mixing my drink

“It wasn’t that serious, you know. I was hanging around asshole guys and I thought it was cool” he said nonchalantly

“You’re still the same way though” I said scoffing

“I’m really not” he said

“You are Matt….you are. I don’t know what I ever did to you, but I know I don’t deserve this shit” I responded

“Oh don’t act innocent you weren’t a saint” he said

“Yeah maybe in high school I got you back a few times but nothing compared to the shit you out, and that was high school were 21 now” I responded

“I have my reasons and you have yours” he said

I looked at him and scoffed…what is he even saying

“Grow up Matt” I said lifting off the counter to walk away

“Right back at you” he said shaking his head

“And stay the fuck out of my way” I said shoving past him

I walked off angrily and decided to look for Grey because I really needed to take my mind off of Matt. He was making my blood boil and my head spin

I saw Grey sitting on a couch scrolling through his phone

“Hey stranger” I said walking up to him

“Oh Heyy Y/N” he said smiling and locking his phone to put it away

“Sorry about that back there he can be a bit annoying” I said sitting next to him

“Ex boyfriend drama?” He asked

“Oh god no. Rival since high school” I said laughing

“Damn since high school” he said

“Yeah” I responded taking a seat next to him

Grey and I had been talking on the couch for a while. His fingers and hands often becoming loose and touching me. Nothing that made me uncomfortable, but it was certainly strange.

Unbeknown to Y/N Matt was watching her and Grey the whole time. He had a weird feeling about him, but couldn’t put his finger on it. He didn’t like that Grey was touching her, but she didn’t seem bothered so he stood back.

“Hey want to head up to a room I can’t really hear you” Grey asked nicely

“Ummm yeah sure” I said

“Nothing weird I promise” he said laughing

“Oh no worries” I said laughing and getting up to follow him

Matt was sitting as he watched them get up and head to the stairs. His ears perking up at this…..something was telling him to follow them.

Slowly Matt got up following behind them at a good distance. Listening in on their convo as best as he could. Didn’t seem strange, but he still wanted to make sure Y/N was okay.

Grey and Y/N had walked into a room shutting the door behind them, and Matt stood a few feet behind. He didn’t want to listen in, but he also wanted to make sure nothing weird was about to go down

“So tell me more about you” Grey said as we both sat on the bed

“Mmm well I’ve been living here for a while now, I’m originally from Boston” I said scanning my brain for more things to say

“Nice nice” he said staring at me

“I’m not sure what else to say” I said giggling

But Grey didn’t say anything he just stared at me….it started to bother me

“Is there something on my face?” I asked getting nervous

“Oh uh no sorry you’re just gorgeous” he said

“Oh thank you” I said looking down

At first coming up here seemed like a good idea, but now I’m worried he got the wrong picture. I did not want anything to do with this man other than a possible friendship. This was started to bug me out

Suddenly he started to lean in, I jumped up

“Oh no no that’s not why I came up here” I said backing away

“Oh? Well then why did you come up here” he asked shocked

“Umm because I thought you wanted to hear me better not try to kiss me” I said looking at him weirdly

“Well one kiss wouldn’t hurt” he said getting up

“No I’m good” I said nodding my head at him

“Just one come on” he said in a sleazy way

“And I said no. No is a full sentence” I said getting upset

“Stop being a tease already” he said

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea, but I do not want to kiss you” I said

He came closer and I backed away banging into a table against the wall

“Back away” I said

On the other side Matt heard the muffled conversations and the scuffling going on between two people, but he didn’t know what was going on.

“Please stop” I said pushing him off of me as we struggled against the table causing some things to fall

“Come on baby” he said getting upset

“FUCK OFF” I yelled pushing him off and grabbing the front door

My eyes surprised me when I made eye contact with Matt who was standing infront of the door

“Matt?” I asked confused

“What’s going on?” He said looking behind me into the room

“Nothing” I said pushing him back trying to get him to leave

“Your little bitch is a tease” Grey said to Matt

“She’s not a bitch, and if she said no then it’s no” Matt said looking the dude up and down

“She doesn’t want you either, so don’t try to be Superman” he said scoffing

“Fuck you. I’m being a decent human being respect her” Matt said

“What are you going to do about huh?” He said laughing at Matt

“Come on stop” I said trying to pull Matt away

“No” he said pushing my hand away

“You’re a piece of shit” Matt said walking towards Grey

“Don’t care” he said still laughing

Matt looked at him before punching him in the jaw

“MATT WHAT THE FUCK” I yelled out

They both started to scuffle around throwing punches

“Stop it” I said trying to pull Matt away

Matt hit the guy again in the nose causing him to stumble backwards

“When a woman tells you no that means no” he said backing away from Grey

“Matt we have to go now” I said pulling him away

Matt and I ran down the stairs and to his car

“Are you okay?” He asked me as we got in the car

“Yeah I’m fine” I said bluntly

“What a sick fuck” he said turning his car on

“Why do you care?” I asked

“Well I got a bad vibe from him okay, and I just didn’t want you to get hurt” he said as he pulled off

“Matt caring about me” I asked

“I don’t care about you…..I just didn’t want some creep to take advantage” he said scoffing

“Mm don’t care about me sureeeee” I said sitting back in my chair

“I don’t fucking like you okay Y/N” he said getting upset

“Feelings mutual I could’ve handled my own” I said

“Didn’t seem like it” he said

“I had it” I said getting upset with him

“You’re so stubborn” he said

“And so are you” I said

“Just stop okay” he said gripping the steering wheel tighter

“Stop what? Just take me home and shut up” I said rolling my eyes

“You’re such a bitch I try and help you and this is what I get” he said

“Stop the car” I said bluntly

“No” he said

“Matthew stop the fucking car now” I said

Matt looked over at me and pulled over. I hopped out and began to walk

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked

“Shut the fuck up” I said continuing to walk

Matt hopped out the car following behind me

“Get in the car now” he said sternly

“You’re not my dad, go away” I said shooing him

“I’m not asking you again. Get in the car now” he said trailing closer to me

“GO AWAY” I yelled at him

Matt ran a little faster and grabbed my arm pulling me to turn around

“IM NOT LEAVING YOU HERE STOP BEING STUBBORN AND GET IN THE CAR” he yelled at me

“Let go of me” I said pulling my arm away from him harshly

“Get in the car. I know you hate me. I get that, but get in the car. I’ll take you home and I’ll never bother you again” he said

“Matt no I’m not going anywhere with you” I said

“Stop being so stubborn holy shit” he said pulling at his hair

“No one told you to save me, no one told you to take me home and no one told you to follow me out here. You don’t like me so go away” I said turning around to keep walking

“Yeah I don’t like you because…..because I love you” he said

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around to face him

“What?” I asked

“I love you okay” he said shaking his head

“No no you’re not doing this. After all these years of being a piece of shit you’re not about to pull this I love you card” I said pointing at him

“I’ve been a horrible person I know, but I truly didn’t know how to express myself. And i know these words probably mean nothing. But I want you to know I can’t do this anymore. I can’t hide my true feelings by pretending to be mean to you. When I saw you and that guy I got so jealous because that….that should be me” he said

“I don’t know what to say to you” I said shaking my head

“That’s okay. Just get back in the car, let me take you home. And you don’t have to see me ever again” he responded

“Matt I… I don’t know what to say because I love you too. I have loved you since high school, and I masked these feelings with hatred because it was the easiest thing to do” I said

“I’m sorry, okay. I never meant to hurt you the way I did” he said

“I don’t know if I can accept that apology right now. You hurt me badly” I told him

“I get that, but just let me take you home and we can talk about it tomorrow” he said

“Ok” I responded in a whisper

I got back into Matt’s car and he drove me home. The whole ride was silent. My thoughts racing in my head about what he told me….did he really love me?

Matt got to my apartment complex and walked me to my apartment door

“Thanks Matt” I said looking at him

“Oh yeah no worries can’t have you walking alone at night” he said

“No. I mean for everything tonight thank you” I said smiling

“Oh yeah. Of course” he said smiling back

“Ummm I really like you, and you did hurt me, but I want to work this out” I said

“Yeah yeah I do too” he said looking at my eyes

“Well goodnight Matt” I responded opening my door

“Can I have a hug?” He asked shyly

I smiled at this and pulled him in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek

“I appreciate you truly for tonight” I said smiling weakly

He nodded his head at me

“I’ll call” he said

“I’ll answer” I responded

And with that I walked into my apartment locking the door behind me.

Matt drove back to pick up his brothers. Once he was home he laid in bed smiling to himself.

I can’t wait to hear her voice again.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this one I love yall sooo much omgg🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[quixotical-lymbo]

hiii could I request a tiny fluff/crack fic of just Macaque x Waking x gn!reader going to couple therapy (Sandy could be the therapist if you want cause it's silly) cause they have a bickering problem (reader has a hot temperament too)

and basically the three of them try to work it out even if they keep throwing snarky comments and everything

Pairing: Wukong x Macaque x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Mixing monkeys and therapy isn't a good idea.  Warnings/Tags: Silly banter, Sandy trying his best, Mo cameo, canon typical violence, therapy, Sandy is NOT licensed, and crack. Word Count: 600+ words

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. 

Sandy's eyes flicked between all three of his 'clients' and sipped his tea. Clearing his throat caught the attention of two of the monkeys sitting beside each other. 

"So, uhhh, does anyone want to start us off with a 'I feel' statement?" Sandy smiled.

"I feel like this is a waste of time." 

"I feel like someone should have thought about that before being the reason we're here in the first place." 

"I feel like I want to strangle someone." 

"...great…great start everyone!" Sandy weakly applauded. 

"Look, Sandy, as much as we appreciate this, I don't think we-" 

"-Nonsense! If MK entrusted me to help you three through your issues, then I am more than happy to help!" Sandy's eyes shimmered. "I wouldn't wanna let my little buddy down!" 

"...right," Wukong deflated as he realized there wasn't any way of getting out of this without feeling guilty. Sandy nodded and turned to you, who was sitting with their arms crossed over their chest and their eyes studying the decorations on the walls of his ship. 

"How about you tell me what brings you all here with me today?" Sandy called out your name as he reached for his cup of tea again. Macaque, who sat in the middle of both of his partners, tensed as he tapped his sharp nails along his arm. Wukong, much to his nonchalant attitude, looked carefree but he was nibbling on his bottom lip as his brow furrowed proved otherwise. 

"Where to fucking start," You glanced at the blue gentle giant, who's smile did nothing to ease the flames of anger that began to rise. In fact, you rose from your seat and began pacing around the room. "Let me begin, those two always arguing like an old married couple for every single decision we have to make as a throuple-" 

"Hey! We don't bicker every time."

"-and do you know how infuriating it is to argue over what we should eat every.single.night?" You sent a mean look at Wukong who stuck his tongue out at you.

"I think that's a bit of a stretch." Macaque met your dirty look with his own shit-eating grin/scowl. 

"Don't get me started on how long it takes for us to fuc-" 

 

"-OOOOKAY!" Sandy jumped up from his seat and held a hand to stop you from continuing. "I think I have an idea on what we should do to help you guys!" 

 

"Oh really?" You sat back down, arms crossed, and one leg over the other. Your glare didn't relax until you felt something soft cuddle into your bicep. You peered out of the corner of your eye to see Mo rubbing his cheek against your arm. Despite your contorted face, you grabbed the kitty cat and placed him on your lap to pet. 

 

"Yep! It's simple really," Sandy pulled out a chart from behind the couch. "You guys can take alternating turns on who chooses what for that day!" 

Sandy pointed to a purple square on a random Tuesday. "Here, Macaque gets to choose what you guys eat for dinner, where you'll go on dates, and all of that good stuff!" 

Sandy pointed to a (f/c) square, "And then you'll choose, and vice versa for monkey king!" 

"Why am I last?" 

 

"Don't complain." 

 "I am not-" 

"If you two don't shut up and listen to Sandy, I'll make you shut the fuck up." 

Both monkeys winced before following your command. 

"...right," Sandy continued. "If anyone has any complaints or starts a fight over something that could've been communicated properly, then they lose a day and it's given to the next person who's supposed to choose next." 

"Alright, sounds good," You rubbed under Mo's chin and felt yourself relax as the cat purred. "We'll try that, thank you, Sandy." 

"Yeah, thanks!"

 

"Hm." 

"Great! I'll see you guys next week then! Keep me updated, you silly gooses!" Sandy took Mo from you before ushering you all out of his boat. He closed the door and slid onto the floor while sighing. 

"They're gonna fight again, aren't they?"

Mo shrugged. 

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[aihoshiino]

chapter 147 thoughts

you guys ever hear the tale of the monkey's paw. grants your wish but you suffer dire consequences as a result? just felt relevant to this chapter for some reason. anyway.

Chapters Since The 143 Kiss Happened And Went Completely Unacknowledged And Unaddressed Count: 4

I'm gonna be up front and say that while I really wanted to like this chapter and it has the bones of interesting ideas, so many of the existing issues with the Movie Arc just bring it crashing back down. I probably dislike it more than I necessarily should because knowing that this definitely is the end and seeing concretely in hindsight just how much time was wasted and how much excellent material has been squandered or flat out skipped over entirely just makes me want to put my head through a brick wall. And it just sucks because, like… man, I don't want to dislike Oshi no Ko! I really don't enjoy feeling like I'm just putting negativity out each chapter because when the story hits, it hits so fucking good!! The Movie Arc has been clunky but it's had some truly breathtaking individual moments and character beats that make me remember why I fell in love with the series so deeply but then chapters like this come along and I wonder why I'm even bothering to keep reading.

anyway. Anyway.

To my genuine shock and surprise, the RBHK conversation happens entirely onscreen and isn't needlessly dragged out which I will take as a W at this point. What is less of a W is how just… underwhelming this ended up being? This is Hikaru's first meeting (that we know of) with the child he fathered and then essentially orphaned… at least as far as Ruby is concerned. So her total lack of reaction to him is baffling. The question currently seems to be whether Ruby is only pretending not to recognize him in order to try and pry the answer she's looking for out of him or whether Akasaka really, genuinely wants me to believe that Ruby does not recognize her father, when Akane recognized him on sight, he looks identical to her twin brother she spent 18 years growing up with and she is in the middle of MAKING A MOVIE THAT STARS HIM. If the latter is the intent then all I can say is that I feel genuinely fucking insulted on Ruby's behalf at her being dumbed down this badly and for myself as a reader that Akasaka thinks I'm stupid enough to buy this. So I am very much hoping it's the former.

The talk they go onto have is also………………………….. man. I want to like it. I really want to pull it apart and analyze it because it is fascinating. It's a really important look into Ruby's feelings and I even myself said this was something I really wanted to see Ruby dealing with - being faced with the realization that the person who killed her mother isn't some ephemeral faceless force of uncomplicated evil, but a fucked up human being who was hurt and suffering and who faced horrific and monstrous abuse just like Ai did. The idea of Ruby wrestling with her conflicting feelings of empathy and resentment, similar to Kana trying to reconcile her lingering hurt with her love for Ruby as her friend, is super compelling.

But like… she didn't! Akasaka having Ruby look into the camera and having her say "uhhh i was totally having all these deep and complicated feelings this whole time trust me bro" is the first we have heard Ruby struggle with literally any of this. It's yet another example of what I've been saying this whole time of Akasaka both lacking enough respect for Ruby to seriously interrogate her as a character and rushing her to the endpoint of what should have been long term characterization in lieu of showing us the work it takes to get there. Rather than organically weaving any of this into the prior story and letting us actually see Ruby work through this, she just starts awkwardly monologing about it to a conveniently placed guy who is, depending on your interpretation of the chapter, either some rando with an umbrella or the guy she's pretty sure killed her mom.

There is no reason her struggling to reconcile these contrasting feelings of resentment and empathy couldn't have been explored as the movie was being filmed. There were countless opportunities for this to have come up while the movie was filming the scenes dealing with Hikaru's abuse - we even get this set up in 139 during the filming of their first meeting but it gets derailed by a dumb brocon joke because I guess that was more important to spend pagetime on than the arc Akasaka is trying to suddenly pretend Ruby was having.

And it's not like it even matters! Unless the next arc is also going to be about 15 Year Lie where we interrogate the content of the movie not shown to us, Ruby's struggle here comes to nothing. That overhanging question of "Will Ai('s actress) forgive her killer or not?" is cut short and goes unanswered. So what was the point of this?

I also just really can't get my head around this continued thread of Ruby wanting to be an idol who 'surpasses' Ai. I had a whole rant about it here I ended up deleting lol but the long and the short of it is it feels entirely incongruous with the series' broader portrayal and Ruby's own attitude about chasing Ai's light and what being an idol did to Ai but at this point I've given up.

The exchange with Kamiki that follows is like, the one part of this chapter I think is just uncomplicatedly interesting and worth interrogation. He actually gives Ruby a lot of genuinely good advice here - that she can only find an answer to that question by interrogating it herself and an answer from someone else won't solve the issue. Does she actually want suffering and revenge? Are those really at the core of who she is as a person?

The framing here is obviously and overtly sinister and suspicious and we're pretty clearly supposed to think he was about to shove Ruby down the stairs, but a few things jumped out to me. The first is that if you pay attention to the backgrounds, they seem to have actually already been close to if not at ground level by the time Akane caught up to them, so… what exactly was a push from that height going to do if he did, in fact, push her?

Not only that but uh… holy shit! His white hoshigan!!!!

Like, am I misremembering, or is this not the one and only time we have ever seen adult Hikaru - maybe even the real Hikaru full stop - without black hoshigans??? Given what we've seen of him so far and how the black hoshigans have been used as a symbol, if he really was about to kill Ruby… where did THAT come from?

Added together with the deeply sympathetic portrayal of his younger self in the movie, it continues to raise a lot of questions for me as to exactly what we're supposed to be thinking of Hikaru and how we're supposed to feel about him that I am finding very compelling. ambiguity enjoyers when the

NINO IS HERE!!!! MISS NINO I'M FREE THURSDAY NIGHT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HANG OUT

Joking aside, I'm really glad Nino is here because it implies her whatever the fuck is going on situationship with Kamiki is going to continue into the final arc(s?) of the series and that we'll get to see more of her as a result. Nino's been one of my favourite OnK characters since I first read 45510 so any more content of her in the main story is a treat.

Kamiki's words about the movie killing him via public opinion also lines up with what I was expecting to happen more or less… I'm curious to see how this is all going to play out and what this means for Aqua given that, if last chapter is anything to go by, he's still very much struggling with suicidal ideation. can someone PLEASE give my son a bone crushing hug.

akane stalking kamiki is up there as one of the funniest things ever in this manga btw. what is wrong w her <3

This is unfortunately where me having nice things to say about this chapter ends because the chapter - and therefore the Movie Arc as a whole - ends with this transparently rushed sequence absolutely mach speech blasting through the remaining material of the movie in one and a half's pages worth of silent single panels. Honestly, I really can't properly articulate how mad and frustrated I am about this lmao. It really just feels like Akasaka admitting to the reader that he's stopped giving a shit about what the movie was supposed to be about. The HKAI breakup that was given a huge amount of setup and weight at the start of filming? Ai's pregnancy? AI'S DEATH???? It's all skipped over and brushed aside as if it never mattered in the first place. Never mind any of the interesting characterization we could've gotten out of it. Never mind that the Movie Arc was promised to be about Ai and untangling her past. Never fucking mind Ruby having literally any interiority about having to act out the death of her beloved mother and reliving the event that destroyed her and her brother's lives. If Akasaka doesn't care, why should I?

It feels like a slap in the face for getting invested in the story's promises and trying to engage with it. But of course, I'm going to be back like a clown doing just that when the next chapter drops anyway.

at least we're finally moving on to a new arc but by god. at what fucking cost.

break next week……………………………………………..

[panpanghost]

_"Wait!"

The young Six-eared Macaque turns around with a "Hm?" and a tilted head.

He had a great day today, playing with the young Rock Monkey and draining every last drop of his energy, but, as much as he'd love to stick around, he can't. He didn't expect playing around with someone else would be this fun, he never even thought anyone would play with him, years of being treated as an outsider, a freak, ate away his confidence and left him in the dark, he would love to hang out again in the morning however, but right now, all he could think about is to lay down and give in to sleep.

_"Uhhh...Umm" uncharacteristically, the rock monkey was hesitant, shuffling around with his hands and looking down to the ground as if it's suddenly interesting, "wou-would you like tooo...umm, ya'know- maybe..uh- sleep in my nest tonight-?"

He can't believe he actually said it, he knows he only knew the Six-eared Macaque for just a few days but he couldn't help it.

Anyone would think that the Monkey King sleeps surrounded by his subjects in a pile, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. It wasn't really anyone's fault, he was just way too strong and heavy compared to the others.

He didn't always sleep alone to be honest, it all began when he woke up to a screeching scream, he jumped from his nest and looked around for the danger then back at the nest to see one of his friends holding his arm in anguish, his heart dropped when realization hit him, he had accidentally broken his arm in his sleep, guilt burned thru him like wild fire, it was the first time he had ever harmed one of his family and he'd be dammed if he didn't make sure it's the last.

After the accident, he couldn't sleep properly for days, at night he'd sit still in the middle of snoring monkeys, and during the day he'd try to find a place to nap a little, away from the little ones so they wouldn't join him, it wasn't as easy as he thought, and he hated it more with every passing day.

After a while though, he stopped laying down at night at all, he just couldn't stay still, it was torture, he felt powerless against sleep, but there was nothing he could do about it.

In the end he made a new bed for himself alone, and didn't allow anyone to sleep in, ofcourse the loyal monkeys didn't like it, worried, and refusing to believe they have to let their king sleep alone, he doesn't even have a mate yet, how could they possibly do that? Still- after talking with each other, they admitted he did start to look tired lately, maybe it really is the best option to let him be at night, it's not like they wouldn't tend to him during the day, they'll work twice as hard to make sure he's comfortable and well taken care of.

He had been sleeping alone for some time now so he didn't worry about turning and breaking something or worse...

However, unlike the others, the Macaque is strong, stronger than he had originally thought. It took some rough playing for him to know that, he'd let himself go and use a little power, seeing how it didn't matter, the black furred monkey would just bounce back at him with even more strength, it felt great fighting without worrying all the time about breaking the other. Every time he'd even touch someone it'd feel like trying to touch spider webs without destroying it. But not this time, not with The Six-eared, it felt warm, it felt right and this hole inside him is craving for more.

But- would the Six-eared Macaque want to join his pack? Would it make him uncomfortable? He was originally a guest staying for a couple of weeks so would that make him feel pressured or uncomfortable? What if it made him leave?- what if-

_"Oh! Okay! Sounds great!" He frees the monkey king from his mind with a bright smile.

_"Really?!" With a clear shock on his face, Rock monkey still can't believe it.

_"Yeh! I don't see why not." He affirms, sure he had never slept in a pile with someone else, but he always wanted to try it, being honest with himself, he was jealous of others.

_"Okay! Come! It's this way." The Rock monkey excitedly grabs the other's hand and drags him through the forest, his happiness could reach the sky, finally, a sleeping buddy!

In the nest, The Six-eared Macaque decided to just lay down and let the king do his thing, even if it was his first time cuddling someone to sleep, he didn't really care how it was, he wasn't gonna sleep much either way, and it's not because of movements or the sound of The Rock Monkey's heart beating like a drum with a joy stick, nope, he was, ironically, a nocturnal creature, he didn't need much sleep, two to three hours a day were enough, he could have them separately or in one go, didn't bother him, he was born that way, it was natural, even though, not spending the night alone sounds wonderful.

The Rock Monkey sank thru mattress of his bed, puffing the pillow, placing even more blankets than the ones already there, he was filled with hope, that maybe, just maybe, if he made it comfy enough, Six-eared would like it and they'd do it more often- it's gonna become a daily routine but he doesn't know that yet- after he's done, he pats his side, hinting for his sleeping buddy to come.

The patiently waiting monkey finally climes up and lays on his back, covering himself with a blanket so easily found, finally resting his hands on his stomach,

_"Man, your nest is reeeeally comfy."

YAS! A victory call was shouted in the Rock Monkey's head, this is great, his plan is working.

_"I Know right! I actually made it myself."

_"You made it yourself? That's actually pretty impressive.", the tired Macaque starts to close his eyes.

_"Thanks, if you like it that much you can come over and sleep as much as you want, i don't mind."

_"Really? I guess it'd be nice to nap here every now and then." The little Macaque's voice is barely heard as he starts to give in to sleep despite the loud bu-bums coming from his night buddy.

He's coming AGAIN! Yesss! Would it be too much to ask for cuddles?, the Monkey king shakes his brain to stay awake and think fast before the Macaque falls asleep or he'd loose his chance to ask, he had never cuddled another before, he really wanted to, but he's heavy and his squeeze would turn flesh and bones into a smoothie, he'd usually hug a pillow but he really wants to at least try it once, it's been uncomfortably sitting in his head for as long as he can remember, but is it too soon? Would it be crossing the boundary? Is it rude? screw it- we ball.

_"hey Six-ears..."

_"hmm"

_"i actually like to cuddle, could you lift your arm up?"

_"ehmm" he did not expect that and truthfully it did make his heart pound a little faster, still, what harm would it do, he was also hoping to cuddle with him some day, it just happened that that day was right now.

The Six-eared does as told and the Rock monkey snuggles himself under the blanket, his head on the Macaque's chest, tangling their legs and tails together and hugging him closer, as he feels arms surrounding him, he won't deny the safety he felt in that moment, this isn't so bad, he could get used to it.

_"uhh... sorry i'm a bit heavy..."

_"I can hold you up with one arm, you're as light as a feather."

True, he did do that, when he first did it caught the king completely off guard, after registering what happened, it was kinda embarrassing...

Well, now for one last test, just to be safe, the Monkey king starts to slowly squeeze his new bady pillow little by little, focused on any noise that would indicate a stop.

_"I don't mind being squeezed." The Macaque finally says, startling the little one.

_"oh-ok." The little one whispers and squeezes more. Nothing, nothing happened, his buddy is still okay, no- more than that he feels himself being squeezed in return, this... this feels nice...

Before they knew it, they were both falling in deep sleep, the best they've ever had, just like two peices of a puzzle. One that moves and tosses around at night and one that gets bored when waking up every hour or so and decides to ruffle thru the first one's fur or help it get the blanket back on. It was nice, not boring, not cold, not lonely, they'd love to do this more.

(Why did i make this you may ask, well, clearly because i want to throw my hc at everyone, this was just more fun than saying it. Also english isn't my first language so sorry for the mistakes or if a sentence doesn't make any sense, ignore it for your brain's sake. Hope you enjoyed it ^^)

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 390: Cat n Mouse, p1

He looked like a baby deer, standing there in my bedroom, wide eyed and haha anything but innocent the little gremlin. 

“Have you been snooping?” I scolded, watching the power in my voice basically blowing my bra right off his face and make him take a step or two backwards, letting it fall to the floor. I was trying to sound funny, casual, playful but I’d felt my energy building building building all through my workout and tho it was sposed to relax me now haha I was like ready to nnngh blow up. And then seeing him with my bra on his face? Fucking adorable. It made me swell up even more. The poor little man needed my perfumes to keep himself from getting sick - woops! I forgot all about that, how he needs me -  and I guess there’d been enough of me in that white underwire I’d worn a couple days ago. So, he’d put it on his face to breathe, just so he could have a hint of my scent. S’okay. Now you get the real thing little boy. 

He took a step back, seeing me, his eyes huge and confused. 

“M-M-Melissa…oh my g-god…” he stammered, seeming to forget for the moment what I’d just caught him doing. Instead, he was worried about how I looked. “Y-y-you’re huge.”

I love when he stutters like that, trying to speak to me. “Oh, you noticed,” I smiled, stepping now into the bedroom…and watching him take another step back. He bumped into the shelf. A candle toppled over, and he panicked quickly trying to catch it, but it fell to the ground and knocked over one of the pictures of him I’d framed. Clumsy little monkey. I mean, I guess I can’t blame him. After my workouts I tend to bulge up, like a lot. My muscles swell up like crazy, making me look enormous. And as I came closer to him, I felt them all growing bigger still, vibrating, urging me to just reach out and grab him. 

And I did. 

I reached out my arms, to take him into a hug, but the stinker ducked and got underneath them. He quickly darted to the side, away from me.

“Jay-yyyyyy..?” I sang, turning towards him again, “What are you doinggg?” I sounded crazy like a crazy lady but haha who cares. 

“I, uhhh…” he sputtered, looking this way and that. Guhh it was so cute! Suddenly he darted to his right, but  I was quicker. I cut him off with a single step. He hesitated, backing away again. 

“I’m uh…”

You’re trying to get away from me you little scamp. “C’mere I just want to hold you,” I said, crouching down for to snatch the bra off of the ground that he’d had over his face. I took another step towards him but nnn hahaha he just kept running away. “What is up with uuuu hahahaha? Are u afraiiid of me? Afraid of what you did?”

“I-I ummmm-” he began. 

“You were snooping,” I repeated, finishing his answer for him, “You were looking through my stuff and snoopity-snoop-snooping.” At that I lunged towards him but urrrr he snuck under my arms again and scampered towards the door, running out into the hallway.

I turned, bra still in hand, and stepped after him. By the time I got out of the bedroom he was already scooting down the stairs. 

“Why are you running away from meeeee..?” I called after him as he hit the bottom floor and disappeared around the corner. I giggled. Of course I could just boom out, use my bossy voice, and make him turn right around. I could make him crawl back up the stairs to me til he got to my size 15s, but where's the fun in that hahaha? Well, that actually does sound fun too haha…but I have a better idea.

I  walked to the top of the stairs. “Hide and seek? Is that what you want to play, honey?” I spoke. I made certain he would hear me. My voice, I knew, could carry through the house. In fact it could shatter all the windows, if I wanted. “Cat and mouse?” I continued, as I took my first step down towards the bottom floor. I was still in my workout clothes, this tight white top and black leggings, but my muscles were so pumped up from even just the tiny little weights my mom had downstairs that they were nearly bursting out of my clothes. Maybe I’ll do that, when I catch you, make you watch me burst out of my clothing. 

“So, where is little mousy?” I asked, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, “ Big big kitty wants to playyyyy…” In all honesty I felt less like a kitty and more like a giant mama she-lion stalking for dinner, but I was willing to go with it. I glanced down at the table, this narrow thing that my mom kept in the atrium. My eyes narrowed.  I’d dropped a bunch of ‘Lean In’ and ‘Movement’ pamphlets here last week, and he’d obviously been looking through them. I could smell him on them. 

“I see you found my pamphlets,” I called out to the house, holding back a laugh, “Interesting reading, hm?” I knew I shouldn’t leave these laying around; they're supposed to be for girl-eyes only. Whatever. “And you were looking at that picture of me from the fitness competition? I was big for a twe- …nineteen yr old…” I said, “I’m so much bigger now.”

Come back here and I’ll show you.

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Oh my god, oh my god! What the fuck is happening?? I thought to myself, having moments ago ducked behind the couch, my heart racing with the panic of a hunted animal. What do I think I’m doing?? Seeing her like she was, being caught in her bedroom after finding all the things I’d found - those pamphlets, her notes and ravings, my instinctual reaction was ‘get away from this giant crazy lunatic’.

Deep breath. I know I know I know…this was Melissa. My girlfriend. Of all the people I’d ever met she was one of the most sweet and tender. The perfect girlfriend. At times. 

But it was more than fair to say she could - at other times - be rather unbalanced, and this was clearly one of them. I could see it in her eyes, as soon as I saw her upstairs. She was manic. She was possessed by this need to get bigger, stronger. She claimed it was to protect me, but why did I  suddenly feel so endangered? Why? Was I just confused? She wouldn’t actually hurt me, right? No….no. But I…I needed time to think, to process. What did her having all that propaganda imply, what did all that stuff I found on the shelf mean for us? For me?

“Come out come out wherever you are…!” I heard her tease, giggling. Urk! She was close, walking just on the other side of the couch I was hiding behind. I had to crouch down, shrink down even smaller not to be seen, almost crawling under the couch. I could feel her passing by, and I watched as her long, long legs came into view walking away. Her big thighs bulged through spandex leggings, thick, hip-width muscle lapping at the base of her tapered, heroic torso. The twin planets of her ass rocked back and forth rhythmically swaying as she made her way towards the enclosed indoor pool to look for me. She was carrying the big white bra I’d been breathing from; it dangled from her right hand. Is she using that as bait?

I refused to fall for it. Now was my chance. 

Behind her back, just as she was stepping through the sliding doors, I darted away. Trying my best to stay quiet, I scooted towards the kitchen, and through the back hallway. There was a door there that led outside. If I made it outside, maybe I could-

I could what? As I got to the back door, and my hand met the handle, I froze. I was suddenly assaulted. Assaulted by doubt, apprehension and a new wave of nausea. 

Ugh. Ugh ugh- I- can’t. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t open the door. Something in my rat brain was stopping me. Somehow I knew, as the taste of bile hit the back of my throat, that things would only get worse out there than they were in here. I had a flash, a mental image, a picture of it. I would be cold, weak and alone, and the reality of it made me shiver. I couldn't do it. I’ve got to think of something else…

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I knew he wasn’t in here. I knew he wouldn’t dare go into the pool area. It was too frightening for him now that he was afraid to go near the water by himself. He might fall in again, drown without me.

Yeah, the pool room would be off-limits, even if it was  just to hide from me.. Plus, I knew where he was anyway haha. I could hear him. His heavy breathing, his little steps as he scampered from the great room.  He was trying to be sneaky but to me they were clear as day. I came out here anyway just to give him some time to try to get away, maybe find a really good hiding spot. I wasn’t worried that he’d go outside. If he did, then he’d be really scared, and he’d feel even sicker. So no. I wasn’t worried. He would need me soon.

But I wanted to hold him so bad. Like, now. 

So, after just a little bit - I counted to ten in my head - I turned around, came back into the main living area, and closed the slider to the pool behind me. “I guess you’re not in there,” I called out, knowing he could hear me. I peeled off my workout sneakers - one, two - and dropped them on the floor. Socks too. I liked the feeling of the house shaking under my bare feet, but first I listened. I could so easily sense him and everything about him now. So cool. 

“Oh are you starting to feel sick? Does you're tummy hurt? Hm hun?” I announced, “Being away from me is just so hard, huh?” Slowly I started to walk and yeah haha - <boom boom boom> went my feet. “Take a deep breath hun. There should be enough of my perfumes around so you can handle it - I’m really sweaty haha - but still. You don’t feel so good, do you?” It was like I could feel his stomach turn. “Come to mama. You can sniff her bra again, and make it all better <giggle!>”

This is like playing hide and seek with a toddler. I glanced around the great room, making a show of looking under the couch cushions and behind the big potted plant that I really needed to water, but I knew he wasn’t in here. He was like a little kid, so predictable so I kinda already knew where he was.It was so obvious. Plus haha I can hear his heartbeat. 

He was scared. Was he really trying to resist me?

“Hiding in the kitchen, hm?” I called out, as I casually made my way towards him. I’d turned off my perfumes, completely, a little while ago.  I didn’t really know I could do that, but I guess I can. I giggled to myself. If you're not going to play nice sweetie, then I'm not going to either. I can withhold from you. Let’s see how much you like that.

“Get ready, hun,” I said, “Here I come…”

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Oh no! How the hell?!? I could hear her coming closer, the house - and everything around me - shaking under her feet. She couldn't possibly know!  

My heart raced anew. I thought I’d found a spot, the perfect place. Here, in the dark, I could be quiet. I could try to deal with this building nausea. She’d never think I could actually fit in here, right? I’d just had to push a few cleaning products out of the way and curl up a little. Suddenly my height is an advantage, I thought ruefully, but if she knew I was in the kitchen, it wouldn’t be long until-

<boom boom boom!> her footsteps were coming closer. 

How are they so loud??

She continued to talk to me, teasing me as she approached. “Haha I bet you’re wondering: ‘How does she know, huh? How does she know I was looking at the pamphlets? Her picture?’ Are you wondering that, sweetie? Are you wondering how I know?” 

She was in the kitchen, now. I heard her opening some of the upper cabinets. “I was downstairs working out with my mom’s little baby weights, lifting them all and I felt it. Haha I felt you, what you were doing,” she continued. A cabinet door <slammed>, making me flinch. “How does it feel to have a girlfriend that can read your mind, honey??”

Oh my god she’s crazy, I thought to myself but, for a second, I couldn't help but consider the horrifying possibility. I shivered in some dark mix of fear and arousal. What if she could?

I heard a loud <THUD> as she looked through a garbage can, followed by the clinking of utensils as she opened - a silverware drawer? How small does she think I am??

“Wanna know what else I can do?” she asked as her heavy footfalls - <boom, boom, boom> - approached even closer. What small bit of light came into my hiding space, the little sliver through the door, was eclipsed by the shadow of her legs as she passed in front. She’d stopped. She was now a foot away from me, if that. 

I knew, I knew it right then and there. She was waiting for me. She was standing there on purpose, blithely talking to me and indulging my little game of hiding from her. She totally knew where I was.

“You know, don’t you? That I know exactly where you are?” she began, “I can feel it, but that's not all. I can also tell you’re shaking. You’re quivering. You’re afraid.”

My eyes went wide. How? How was this all possible? I knew I needed to hide. I needed to get away, but all I managed to do was get myself trapped, and now she was coming to get me.

 “Awwww, honey, sweetie…don’t be too afraid…”

<BOOM!>

An enormous footfall, inches away, rattling the cabinets, glassware and indeed the entire house around us. I covered my head and went into a fetal position I heard her begin to laugh. All my nerve endings were screaming and I’d tucked away, backing deeper into my little hole as far as I could.

“You like that?” she chuckled, as <BOOM!> she slammed her foot again into the kitchen floor, to shake the house even more violently and causing me to nearly jump out of my own skin. I heard something crash and shatter in another room. “I can make my feet really heavy. I can make earthquakes for you,” she said, from where she stood right outside my hiding spot, “That’s kinda sexy, right?”

I tried to keep myself from moaning, whining, whimpering - I was so scared! - I didn't want her to hear me. She knew I was here but…but…

“Come on out, sweetie, come on out and I can show you what else I can do,” she continued, “I can use my breath, I can use my eyes, I can use everything that’s super about me and we can have so much fun…”

I couldn’t help it, I let out a noise. It was a groan? A moan? A little whine? Whatever it was it sounded pathetic, and I’m sure she heard it…

“Ohhhhh, sweetie..!” I heard her exclaim, “That little noise! Are you feeling okay? All hidden away from me, away from my perfumes?” I saw her shadow shift outside. “It hurts your tummy, doesn’t it? Being without them? Makes your head all ucky?”

Nnngh. Oh my god. Yes. I wanted it. I needed it, now more than ever. I needed to smell her, to breathe her in. I just need a little.

“Just a little? That’s all you need?” she cooed, torturing me with the promise and an infuriating little giggle, “Come on out, then. I have something that might help.”

I reached my hand out toward the door. I shivered, I shook. My bones rattled like a junkie, my mind desperate.

Wh-What is it?

“‘What is it?’ Hmm, here’s a hint,” she began, frightening me with her evident ability to know what I was thinking,  “it's smooth, and silky and white and it’s reeeeeally big. I think it'll make you feel allll better. You just have to ask nice.”

My breath rattled in my lungs as I pictured her caressing it in her hands. Oh Christ.

  “p-p-please..?” I peeped out, from my dark little spot, giving into my weakness and perversion as I finally revealed myself.

I heard her giggle. 

“Please what?”

“p-please may I come out..?” I asked.

“‘Please may I come out and..’? What else, honey?”

She was going to tease me, punish me, show me the folly of ever trying to get away from her.

“please may I come out,” I began again, my voice timid and meek. Just as weak as I was. I didn't even really know what I was saying anymore. “A-and…” oh my god oh christ what am I saying “...c-can you put your bra on my face?” 

What the hell’s become of me??

 I really need to get out of here!

“Oh, of course sweetie,” she giggled, apparently amused and tickled pink by the candidness of my pathetic request. “I would love to do that, but where are you?” she teased.

“I-I’m down here…” I said, from inside my lair, as I lightly pushed open the cabinet door.

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“Oh good boy!” I sang, laughing. Omigod this was too much hahahaha! He asked! I got him to actually ask for it! “Good boy, good boy,” I said, immediately crouching down and opening the under-sink cabinet where he’d been hiding from me. “Oooo you look so cute, so little and curled-up and scared under there, like a little boy hiding from his - nnngh - mommy.” 

Did I just say that out loud haha??

He still had on his wrinkled little work shirt, his wrinkled little work pants. His brow was all wrinkled up too, he was so nervous, embarrassed. He looked up at me. “Aww, sweetie! It’s okay! Come on out!”

I knew I could have helped him, reached in and lifted him right out of there, but I wanted to stand and watch him crawl out toward me, Which was exactly what he started to do. 

Awkwardly, so awkward, he started coming on out, unfolding himself from the little ball he’d curled himself into. He got partway out, from the cabinet, before he stumbled and fell into a little heap at my feet. I giggled at his clumsiness, and looked down at him.

He started to try to get his hands under himself, maybe trying to stand - but I could tell he really wanted to scamper away.

“Nuh-uh,” I immediately said with a frown, placing a big, bare foot of mine onto his chest. I gently (well, maybe not so gently haha)  pushed him down, until he was laying on the floor. With his scared little eyes looking up at me as I had him pinned on his back, it was priceless! 

 Oh, haha, poor baby. Are you afraid that I saw through your little escape attempt? Afraid I read your mind? This was just too much fun!

“Stay there for a minute,” I told him, my foot now pushing him into the polished hardwood floor of the kitchen. Nnnngh omigod is that a boner? Is he…haha omigoddd…liking having my foot on him, being stepped on? Little man don’t you know I could crush your ribcage like celery sticks?

I considered pushing my foot up, rubbing it in his face. I could make him lick and kiss my toes to make it up to me, for all this running away and hiding. Kiss my feet. The boys in the basement ask to do it. Maybe you should learn to do it too. 

“h-how did you know I was in there?” he finally asked, from down on the ground. There were so many questions in his scared little eyes, but he was really just having trouble accepting the truth about what I could do. I figured I should keep it simple.

“Let’s just call it women’s intuition,” I said, smiling my biggest warmest smile at him as I took my foot off him, leaned down, and picked him right up from under his arms. My bra still dangled from my right hand but I had no trouble; he weighed practically nothing. I could hold him off the ground like this for as long as I wanted, watch him squirm. I looked him right in the eye as I slowly started to pull him in-

Oh ho the little noodge! He put his hands up to my chest, trying to push off, push me away. 

‘Still afraid of me huh? Even with that big boner in your pants?’ He pushed, the little twerp. “Oh like that’s going to help!” Nnngh! That’s only going to make it worse haha! ‘Now, come to mama…’

 I arched my back, pressing my big breasts just further into his small hands. I couldn't keep from moaning. "OOoooOOoooo I like the feeling of your little hands on me, Jay,” I said, “It makes me feel even bigger!” 

It’s true. Maybe I’m a bit mean sometimes, maybe I’m a bad girlfriend but comparing his shrunken body to mine was like my favorite thing to do. “You’re so small, so little and weak,” I said to him, “and when we’re together I feel huge. I love feeling huge.” I giggled. His hands were mushed right into my boobs, basically disappearing. “Do you promise you’ll keep getting smaller for me?”

His jaw was quivering, his eyes big and wide. He was staring at his hands, seeing for himself just how smsll they were compared to my breasts. He was just so powerless. Shocked, he looked up into my face... His brain was slowing down. He was having trouble talking. I had let go just a little of my pheram- uh, perfumes - I didn’t like when he felt sick to his tummy! - but it’s not like he was babbling, or salivating all over the floor. I could just tell he was lost in me. And not just in my size, he was lost in all of me. Sure he was paying attention to  the swell of my shoulders and traps  which, nnngh, were still all pumped up and enormous and maybe haha a little intimidating. But his eyes also traveled into my eyes, my smile, my big thick hair. I just loved how he was looking at me. It's quite nice, sometimes, to be such a bombshell haha.

He was like a baby deer, and now that he’d been caught by the hungry mama bear - haha me -  with his big wide eyes, all his trembling? He might as well have been drizzling himself in honey. “Sweetie I need a kiss, a nice big one,” I told him, unable to help myself as I pulled him in. 

He could tell as soon as my my lips pressed against his: I just wanted to eat him up! He could feel how wonderfully full my lips were and just how easily they engulfed his. He felt their softness and warmth overtake him, and, nnngh, I wanted him to imagine them pressing up against his entire body, being sucked into my mouth, me eating him up! My lips needed no help pulling him into them and haha as we kissed he could feel his breath being drawn from his lungs by my own stronger ones. I held his breath from him and when I finally released him he found himself panting.

“M-Melissa, oh my god…” he managed, his head swimming from lack of air. 

My cheeks warmed up and my excitement built even more. I opened my mouth to respond, but instead a moan came out and once again I pressed my lips against his. Now I really began to suck him in, a huge kiss.

It’s like…I didn’t mean to kiss him again. I should really be punishing him, for snooping, for running away from me and hiding. There were other things I should be doing, I knew, to show him his place, but I wanted him inside me so badly and as I kissed him my mouth opened wider and worked against his, overpowering his smaller lips with my own while again drawing the breath from inside him. I sucked in, and in, and in. He struggled a little, then a lot, in my hands. Squirming around, the little cutie.

I thought maybe I should break the kiss but - haha no -  I didn’t wanna, even as his chest began to strain and I began to get concerned I might collapse his skinny chest. He’d stopped moving. So instead I breathed into him, filling his lungs. I’d taken the breath from him so I could give him my own. Don’t worry, I can give you what you need to breathe. What I breathed into him was better than regular air. It was my air, my oxygen, it was all me me me.

Stil, he began to squirm again, like he was trying to get away from me. 

“You are being such a stinker!” I laughed, breaking our kiss and holding him so our faces were just inches apart. I cocked my head and regarded him, falling into thought as he gasped. “I’m beginning to think that your email friend and this ‘resistance’ are a little problem for us. Are they making you think this way, act up like this, all naughty? I don't want them infecting my perfect little man with bad ideas.”

He shook his head, still recovering. “N-no, Melissa, I just w-wanted to…f-find out more…” 

“Oh, Jay, I know,” I said, trying to stay calm. Think, Missy, think. Be patient with him. “Well, as long as you stop reading those emails, it's no problem.” At least for now. 

He didn’t have a phone, at this point, no one could text him either. We looked through all his mail, made sure he only got stuff we’d want him to read. In fact, is there any reason he needs to read at all? God haha mmmph! That would be amazing! Emptying that little head of his until he can't remember how to read. I could just picture it: I imagined myself looking into his eyes and draining him of all his big-boy smarts until he was like a simple little child, watching all his brains just dribble out. That way I could read to him at night, help him along with books at bedtime. Books like - what’s it called? One Fish, Two Fish? Red Fish, Blue Fish? Or haha One Boob, Two Boobs, White Boobs, Brown Boobs. That should keep him focused on what's important. Haha Boobs Boobs Boobs hahahahaha. 

Sometimes I sound crazy, I know. But everyone is a little crazy when they're in love, right?

“So, though, is that why you were sneaking around snooping? Reading those pamphlets and looking through my stuff?” I asked as gentle as I could be when every inch of me just wanted to, nnngh haha toss his little man body onto the counter and climb on top of him. “You trying to figure me out?” I continued.

At that, I lifted him a bit and <plopped> him on his butt, right onto the granite of the kitchen counter, next to the sink. His little legs dangled off the side. I put my hands down - I was still holding my bra - on either side of his knees, resting the weight of my upper body on the stone and leaning in towards him. Instinctively, he leaned back a bit. People get like that, these days. They have trouble handling me when I get close.

“I should punish you but, well, here. Let me tell you a little about what’s happening…”

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