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[sssusuki]

All-in Analysis

I haven't done one of these in awhile so give me a moment to collect myself because. did u know i love women.

With that out of the way I believe it's appropriate to begin. All-in is Hyuna's round as well as her introduction, and already have many of us been proven wrong. In the discord we have been theorizing that maybe Hyuna was a brave, yet quiet type. Or a mature type, and yet this has all been wrong to an extent. She is wild and bold, contrasting the ideas we had, but she is still mature to an extent. Especially if you look into the video to which I have done and will explain now because I'm delusional.

This begins with her wanted poster as well as a shot of the outside world. It's a desert with minimal flora or fauna as the wanted poster glides through the air. These first few shots also give us information on how this rebellion kidnaps rich alien's and takes everything they have. They also revealed, though not verbally, they have a base. While this was quietly mentioned at the end of Mizisua, it is more prevalent here as humans are here in numbers as Hyuna begins to perform on her little stage.

One of the biggest things we see first is Hyuna's prosthetic. Which, while it was foreshadowed in her full body when Till's round first released, it seems to have gone through some updates as it is no longer thin and brittle but a strong metal that looks just as big as if she had her normal leg. It also seems important to note that they are filming some video as shown by the details in this part as they show off our beloved Mizi. This would indicate that they have some degree of power if they have the ability to not only have the equipment necessary to film a video, but also have the power to make stuff like this: propaganda basically. Now, we finally see how Mizi and it's clear she has been put through the wringer. She is wearing much more practical clothing now as well as more modest which I believe should be mentioned. Alongside this there is a frame where we meet this blonde boy. Though he is unnamed for now I found it utterly fascinating that Hyuna trusts him to the extent she does and he looks quite similar to Luka. There also seems to be a little kid on the left poking their head out.

Now to the big parts. It seems the rebellion has been planning on storming Alien Stage for awhile, and only now during Luka's round was it possible which, I'm going to get to that later. Besides this, these few frames aren't much to give information on other than that the rebellion is not only quite popular, but it's also violent. To what extent? To what they are bombing? I don't know, it's all fictional dude.

Another important thing to note is that Hyuna is bringing along Mizi to all of this, which is a bit odd if taken into literal consideration. However, I'm going to touch on this later because I think it has some very interesting theories.

After this we cut back to her making the video again where she is doing a strip tease as her blonde friend goads her on and reacts to it. There is a poster of World War in the back that you can see for a few seconds that I found quite fascinating. So, while the aliens consider them a minimal threat, they already want a world war.

Finally, we get to our first real Hyuna lore. Here she sits in Anakt Garden, leg still intact with a boy who looks just like her and Luka who is licking the sleeve of his shirt. Now the way Hyuna has this handled could be taken a few different ways. She is holding Luka's head to push him away or she is holding his head so he stays close. Considering Hyuna's quite affection nature thus far I am led to believe it is the latter but one can never be sure and it's interesting that despite all of this, Luka is led to such extremes with his affection and emotions.

We get back to Hyuna, fully grown. We have two shots here. Her in this space station of sorts that I can only assume is a gateway between worlds and specifically the one with Alien Stage. And then it cuts back to another where she is singing on that stage, entertaining the humans in her group. I find it a little funny how this mimics Alien Stage in a way. Here is where her blonde friend breaks through the window and attacks the aliens as Hyuna rushes past with Mizi and we finally see Luka again. This time, he is older, smiling, and Hyuna looks enraged for the first time. She isn't smiling or laughing, but her face is oddly neutral. A rarity we have come to see in this round. We see Hyuna continuing to sing, but as she does she remembers Luka, and suddenly her whole air of confidence and strength is shattered. She is scared, if not terrified of the boy. Why? He kissed her and then killed her brother the morning after? Perhaps there is something more. However this also confirms that Luka got his purple fingers from blunt force trauma.

Finally we cut back to Hyuna now, and she is being apprehended by the aliens as she gazes back at Luka. Like he is bidding her goodbye into the afterlife with her brother. Mizi then gets up and looks back at her. Cinematically? This is perfect. Hyuna thinks she has hit rock bottom and suddenly Mizi rises from the ground like a Phoenix with her hair. Remember how I talked about it being weird for Hyuna to bring along Mizi? Well, this could be because not only does she know the Alien Stage quite well, but also that if they are planning on breaking another one out (Till maybe) they would need someone familiar. Mizi was going to be nothing more than a pawn until this moment where she grabs the gun, gets shot at, and her hair is cut. Mizi has transformed, and not just physically. She shoots at the aliens as Hyuna looks at her, Luka haunting her in the background. Then, she walks forward, away from Luka, and to Mizi. She is more important than Hyuna thought. The two escape through the elevator as Mizi once again regains a little bit of sanity and screams as they get shot at. Mizi has unknowingly given Hyuna confidence and strength again after coming face to face with Luka. Here they finally get to the Alien Stage opening and Hyuna gives Mizi a kiss. A thank you.

Finally, we see Till hitting the board as it does him and Ivan's round. A grim reminder of what is coming next. I could go into what I am thinking for that round but for now I am focusing on All-in and Hyuna.

Finally, I have to say Hyuna is a great character. She is brave and bold, albeit a bit wild. Yet she is caring and compassionate with the people around her. She is a bit flirtatious but it comes from a place of platonic affection, and finally, she isn't someone indestructible. She is still scared at the end of it all, especially to Luka. We have yet to see how they will play out but I am certainly excited for them to come face to face if Hyuna is scared— no, terrified, by a photo and Luka, if theories are a little correct, makes a song wholly talking about her (Ruler of my Heart). Okay I'm blasting byeere

[ichigopanhpff]

Illustration of "Forget Me Not" Ch. 7: Part 1 by lalunanymph

Was literally on the last page when I saw @lalunanymph post up part 2 last night. And you bet your ass I stopped working on this to read it; you should too.

Please read right to left like you would a manga.

[ibtisams]

Birds of Gaza is a project that has children around the world honour the children martyrs of Gaza by creating a bird dedicated to them. These were the birds made to remember the 4 (accounted for) children named Ibtisam martyred in Palestine 🤍

[porcelainbambi]

strawberries, cherries & an angel’s kiss in spring

a small glimpse into farm life with ellie <3

18+

ellie williams x femme coquette reader

disclaimer: the first picture in the moodboard is not meant to directly represent the reader’s skin/body, i just think it fits the mood well <3 ik this will only appeal to some ppl stylistically and that’s ok!! this one is 4 the coquette pillow princesses, hope u enjoy <3 dedicated to the lovely @clearheartgreyflowers n @elskittie who encouraged me to write a lil something in the first place!! mwah

You enjoyed the work that came with living on the farm, you truly did. Loved to wake up early while the morning dew was still clinging to every petal and leaf, loved to tend to the animals and manage the gardens you cared for so dearly. Loved to dance around both inside and outside, loved that it was all a part of your home, part of the life you shared with Ellie.

Since moving onto the farm, you had formed quite the habit of doing all your daily tasks in the early mornings, usually having finished all you needed to do before noon even rolled around. This left you with the opportunity to spend some time in your beloved kitchen, sometimes baking small desserts with what ingredients you had available, other times simply washing and preparing some fruit you had gathered for a snack you could share with Ellie, all before she had even begun her own work for the day.

While you thrived in the morning hours, Ellie, on the other hand, preferred to do her share of the chores around midday, finishing shortly before dinner on the odd days where serious labour needed to be done. Never the morning person, she would’ve kept you in the warm nest of your shared bed, loving on you from the inside out until her own work beckoned around midday, every single day if she could. Even by then, she still hated to be away from you just as much as you loathed being separated from her for too long.

And so, you often accompanied her while she worked. Her little shadow following her around, floating from task to task, sometimes attempting to help (though she almost always stopped you, insisting all you had to do was sit pretty and talk about whatever was on your mind.) She would let you guide the conversation while she worked, occasionally coming over to where you sat perched on the fence or the hood of her truck to peck at your strawberry-stained lips, rough hands gently grazing over the soft peach-fuzz hair on your warm skin, leaving you love drunk and breathless before returning to her job with a poorly hidden smirk.

You absolutely adored this routine. You loved to watch her work with her hands, white wife-beater and black jeans often dirtied with mud or motor oil, gazing at the way her muscles worked under her skin and trying not to lose focus on what you were saying at the moment, lest she catch on to your staring and tease you about it until you were pink faced and huffy.

You loved when that teasing turned into something more, ending in her taking you over the hood of her truck, on top of a hay barrel or against a tree, fucking you dumb with the strap she so often wore under her jeans just for moments like that. She knew watching her work tended to get you riled up, heat pooling in your tummy until you couldn’t take it anymore, whining and pleading for her until she put her tools down and all too eagerly came to your rescue, helping you take care of the ache between your soft thighs.

You loved the routine that’d been created over the years of living on your farm together, and Ellie loved it just as much, maybe even more.

Sometimes, however, all of your own work you had done so early that morning would catch up with you around midday, a wave of fatigue you would relentlessly fight, not wanting to miss out on a single moment with your girlfriend. That is until Ellie would notice your small yawns, the way your eyelids began to droop and she would insist you go lay down for a little nap, promising to come get you as soon as she was finished. You would always whine, insisting you were barely even tired, your own body betraying you when a yawn cut your argument short.

And so, with a few extra kisses and a pat on your bottom, you’d make your way over to one of your favourite places on the land you called home.

Next to one of your large oak trees laid a small clearing, a sun-dappled expanse of plush grass that practically felt like a blanket all on its own. Violets and buttercups littered the ground, an old large picnic blanket sprawled out that seemed to beckon you to lay down. Sometimes you didn’t sleep at all, simply lazing about and listening to the soothing sounds of the wind and the nearby river, the sheep occasionally bleating nearby, letting your thoughts and daydreams carry you away, often finding that those daydreams were awfully close to the life you already were living with Ellie. Sometimes you took the time to read, leafing through old magazines and books you’d read countless times before and somehow never tired of. But most times, your eyelids would heavy and before you knew it you were peacefully resting, dozing in and out of sleep until Ellie came to wake you, having finally finished her tasks for the day. Always gently climbing over your form, careful not to dirty your sundress with her own muddied clothes, admiring you for a few moments before gently rousing you from your slumber.

And that was just how she found you then: warm and drowsy, laying on your tummy with your cheek squished against your arm where you had rested your head. Your linen covered back rising and falling steadily with your breaths, the little sundress you wore ruffling gently with the occasional breeze. As her eyes skimmed down, she could see the way the dress had bunched up slightly with your small movements, the backs of your thighs completely bare up to the slightly visible crease where your thighs met your ass, pink cotton panties peeking out just a bit. She felt herself warm from the inside out at the sight.

Ellie approached quietly, as always. Wiping her hands on her jeans to make sure they were clean, she slowly knelt on the blanket, hovering over your sleeping form. As she leaned down, her senses were immediately overtaken by you, you, you. Your balmy skin that smelt like sun & faintly of the lavender soap she’d helped glide over your body the night before. Your hair splayed out over your shoulders like a veil, which she gently pushed away with a calloused hand to lay soft kisses on the expanse of skin now exposed to the humid air and her touches.

You awoke slowly, humming quietly when you recognized her presence. She always toke care to wake you as gently as possible, soothing you back into consciousness with grazing touches and hushed words. You rolled onto your back underneath her hovering form, blinking away the sleep from your tired eyes until the face you loved more than anything in the universe came into focus. A roughened hand came down to brush some of your hair out of your face as she smiled sweetly at you, finally murmuring out a greeting.

“Hi, sweet girl.”

You giggled at the pet name, muttering a small “Hi” back, cheeks heating already at the small display of affection. That was just the thing with these moments, no matter how frequently they occurred and how often she absolutely spoiled you rotten with her affection and touch, you were seemingly always more sensitive to it in that warm, sleepy, sunkissed state. Everything felt a million times stronger, heavier and simultaneously lighter, time passing leisurely under her gaze. There was nowhere else to be, nothing else to be done, your existence together on that frayed blanket the most important moment in history, as if the universe formed just for this. Just for the two of you. And, more often than you’d like to admit, in these moments you also tended to become a million times needier, the urge to be completely consumed by her and in turn to consume her back entirely overpowering any other senses you possessed.

Ellie knew this, of course. She could read you like a book that she knew by heart, had learned all your micro-expressions and committed their meanings to memory until she could practically read your mind at any given moment from a single glance, a one second scan all it took to know what you needed. Now was no different, as she immediately picked up what was going on: the tiny shifts of your hips under her own, the way you were worrying at your bottom lip with your front teeth, your little fingers aimlessly gripping and releasing the fabric of your dress as you gazed up at her, bambi eyes glassy and wide and so, so trusting.

Ellie also knew you were often too shy to verbalize what you wanted, when you wanted it. A much needed discussion at your small kitchen table had helped clear this up, as you explained to her how you often felt at a loss for words when you needed her most, throat seemingly closing up and an air of timidness taking over. She knew this, and she knew the solution was; To do all the serious talking, saying what needed to be said and letting you confirm or deny with your small noises and nods and the pawing of your hands until you’d relaxed enough to open up verbally again.

Toying with the trim of your dress between thumb and forefinger, eyes boring into your own with the intensity that always seemed to subdue your mind into that fuzzy state you couldn’t quite describe with words, she began to speak in the hushed tone she reserved for moments like this.

“You feelin’ a little needy, baby?”

You nodded, a small noise of agreement coming from the back of your throat.

“Want me to take care of you?”

You nodded quickly, up and down so fast she thought your head might pop off your shoulders if you kept at it.

She let out a small giggle, followed by a string of “alright, alright baby”s. You had been in this position countless times, enough so that she knew exactly what you needed the most, beginning by gently flipping up your dress and laying it neatly on your tummy. Placing soft kisses on the newly exposed skin, seemingly in no rush at all as you started to whine, hips stirring, body doing everything in its power to call her to where you needed her most.

This was stopped, however, by her big hands gripping your hips, gently pushing them down into the blanket again, holding them there as she continued her ministrations. “Easy, sweetheart” she cooed. “Gonna give you what y’need, just be my good girl ‘nd be patient.”

She didn’t make you wait too long, wanting to reward you for the way you almost immediately stilled your movements at her request. Repositioning, she laid down between your thighs, pushing your knees up until there was room for her in the middle. Propped up on her arms resting on either side of your hips, her head was now just mere inches away from your clothed mound. Your breathing had quickened significantly, and while another time she may have teased you for longer, really taking her sweet time just letting her warm breath torturously fan over your heat, she felt like being nice today. With one last look for permission being met with an eager nod of your head, she gently pulled the damp cotton to the side, simply admiring your puffy cunt for a moment before ducking her head down.

The first kiss she laid over your slit immediately had you keening, reaching a hand down to hold onto her own that was laid across your tummy, keeping you pressed to the blanket where she wanted you. It didn’t take long for the small kisses to turn into messy, open mouthed ones, to her flat tongue swiping through your folds, occasionally working her way up and suckling on your swollen clit as you cried out softly.

Your mousy noises were nearly entirely drowned out by her own noises of pleasure as she went to work on you. Ellie was never one to be quiet in times like this, and there was no exception when she was using her mouth on you. Grunting, moaning, slurping, all from her own enjoyment of the pleasure she was giving you mixed with the addicting taste of your juices she so greatly savoured, it was obscene every single time.

Eventually, she could start to feel your hole clenching around nothing as she continued her tongue’s movements. Dipping lower, she slowly circled it with the tip of her tongue, relishing in the feeling of your body fluttering against her prodding. Once she deemed you ready, encouraged by your increasing whines and a muffled “please” from your plush lips, she began gently pushing the muscle inside your warm heat.

Spurred on by your whines and the way your grip on her hand tightened, she flicked her tongue upwards and revelled in the way you clenched around it. Your taste was even stronger like this, now leaking directly into her eagerly awaiting mouth, and she couldn’t get enough, ever. She moved like a woman starved, the vibrations from the groans she let out adding to your own white-hot pleasure, which was mounting by the second.

You could feel it rising, building and building, knot forming in the lowest part of your tummy. The intensity was overwhelming and suddenly, your upper half felt too exposed. You needed to be eye level with Ellie, needed to feel completely encased by her, fully consumed by her. Needed the intimacy of her breath fanning across your face when you eventually reached your peak. You began to pull where you gripped at her forearm, mumbling a quick “up, up, please”, and of course she knew exactly what you meant.

Pulling away from your heat, you got a hazy look at the mess you’d made of her face, lower half glistening with your slick, reddened lips puffed slightly, appearing as though she’d just devoured the ripest peach one could find. She immediately replaced her mouth with her warm hand, simply cupping your pussy as she clambered, repositioning until she was laying next to you on the blanket, using her supporting arm to wrap around the top of your head a bit, caging you in safely. she removed her hand only to finally push your panties down your thighs, returning her touch the second they were out of her way. As she slotted her lips with yours, your own taste quickly melting with the laps of her tongue against your own, she let two of her fingers slip inside you, quickly assuming the motion she knew you loved so much: stroking your velveteen walls in an upward motion, punching in and out with her forearm so she hit that sweet, gummy spot with nearly exact precision every single time.

You were gasping into her lips immediately, still trying to kiss back through it all, small hand shooting up to wrap around the back of Ellie’s neck, keeping her face close to your own as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten further. She kissed the corner of your mouth where it was stretched open, sweet noises falling from your plush lips as the pleasure began to build to that special point again, this time feeling safe in her body’s shelter, allowing the feeling to wash over you completely as it rose. She knew it was happening right away, from the way you clenched around her fingers, gushing out more liquid that dripped down her wrist, to the frantic sounds you were producing and the way you gazed up at her, completely falling apart in a way you only could because you knew she was there to keep you together.

“You gonna cum, angel? Hm?”, she says against your lips, knowing she won’t get a proper verbal answer. A warbled moan and a teary-eyed nod are what she gets in response, and she knows the last thing you need to push you over that edge.

“C’mon baby, s’okay. Cum for me, you can cum. My sweet girl, let it happen. Love you so much-”

The knot unravels with a whip the second those words leave her lips, and she feels you gush around her fingers at the same time as she sees those familiar tears of pleasure spill over your inky eyelashes. You’re trembling and crying out, her movements continuing to help you ride it out as long as it can last. The pleasure is almost unbearable, warmth blossoming in your chest as your thrust your head into the apex of her neck.

You can distantly hear her speaking to you, not quite able to make out the words as you let it all wash over you, floating within your high, but you know she’s talking you through it all. You know there’s gentle praises spilling from her lips. And sure enough, as your senses begin to readjust, that’s exactly what you hear.

“There you go, thaaat’s it baby. My sweet girl, did so good, ‘m so proud of you, such an angel. I’ve got you, shhh-sh-sh.”

It’s only then that your ears register your own cries, gently whimpering into your girlfriend’s neck as the tears continue to spill. The overwhelming feeling from your release catching up with you, and you’re suddenly snapping your thighs shut around Ellie’s arm, the stimulation now too much in this sensitive state.

“Okay, okay baby, i’ve gotcha. Gonna pull ‘em out now, ‘kay?” she soothes, waiting for your approval before gently slipping her fingers out, triggering a rush of your own release to spill out onto the blanket below as you whine.

You feel her wiggle down your body until she’s face level with your now soaked pussy and thighs again, using her thumbs to gently part your folds without further stimulating your swollen clit. With a few tentative fingers, she scoops up what she can of your release from your drooling hole, shushing you when you flinch at the contact before popping them in her mouth, humming at the taste, her own eyelids fluttering.

After a few small kisses to the tops of your still shaking thighs, she gently pulls your cotton panties back up, playing with the little bow that sits at the top of the waistband gently before lowering your sundress once again, covering your sensitive cunt.

Before you know it she’s back up there with you, lifting your spent body until you’re cradled against her as you catch your breath, humming contentedly. She kisses the side of your head, moving down to the fat of your cheek until you’re giggling and completely pliant in her arms. Only then do you begin to speak coherently again, starting the conversation in the only way that feels appropriate in the moment.

“Love you els”, said through giggles.

Ellie thinks her heart might just break through her ribcage and escape her body in an attempt to completely join itself with your own.

“I love you more, silly girl. How you feelin’? All good? Comfortable?”

Your answer is easy, not needing to think at all. “Perfect”, you mumble back. “Jus’ a little sleepy again.”

Ellie laughs, hard enough to shake you a bit where you lay against her chest. You didn’t need to tell her that for her to know, your penchant for wanting to sleep against her skin after she’d fucked you dumb all too familiar. “Alright, I hear ya sleepyhead. What d’you say we head inside, get cleaned up and cuddle a bit before dinner? Hm?”

You nod, humming along before thinking for a moment, brows furrowing in the slightest, immediately prompting Ellie to smooth it out with her thumb. Then blinking up at her gently, eyelashes fluttering, giving her those bambi eyes you know she melts under the gaze of before speaking once more.

“Carry me inside, els?”

And she never, ever could say no to that request.

[fluoresensitive]

FLUORESENSITIVE'S GROSS N GORY DOUBLE FEATURE!

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edit: ingrid is hungry has the right link now

[stxrslut]

omg wait

stepbro jj giving you a massage with you laying against his chest while watching a movie and his hands just slip further and further down under the blanket (i swear you’ve awoken something in me with this one😣)

xoxo- 🦢

girl I have awoken something in myself with this one.

ᥫ᭡.

“hey, hey hey hey.” he uses his grip on your hips to pull you back down to your laying position, “gotta stop squirmin’ like that if you want me to do this for you.” he speaks, voice filled with exasperation as he resumes his slipshod massaging of your lower back.

“sorry!” you huff, crossing your arms “s’not my fault the movie’s so scary- mmh!” you argue, though it’s cut short by the noise of relief that you let out when he pushes out a particularly hard knot.

“it’s not scary. s’just what- like a few phsyco zombies..” he chuckles, taking your distraction as an excuse to slip one of his hands down to your ass.

“that’s just proving my point.” you grumble irritably. but he’s ignoring you now, letting his hand snake around your hip until he feels the waistband of your panties.

“yeah whatever- this a new set you’re wearin’?” he asks casually as he feels over the tactile lace that adorns your underwear.

you feel a mild pang of shock at the question, but quickly brush it off. you are allowed to talk with him about this stuff after all, he said so. “yeah… got it for Christmas from my friend..”

“Mmh,” he nods, trying to act pensive. In reality you can feel him getting hard against your back.

“think we might need to break ‘em in then…”

ᥫ᭡.

[stxrslxt]

yk what’s stuck in my head?

getting high with jj then cock warming him and falling asleep like that, he would try his absolute best not to move because he knows you need the rest

xoxo- 🦢

₊ ⊹

“Heyy sweetcheeks? you awake? no? All good- okay— just- right..” he sighs as he adjusts your body ontop of him. even that small movement making his cock twitch, but he’s determined to let you get the rest.

last night you’d been up all night with a bad headache, and now you finally have some relief he is not about to ruin that just for the sake of getting off.

you’re fast asleep, snoring softly, completely soothed and filled up. jj strokes his hand through your hair “at least you’re pretty,” he kissed your forehead as he speaks “would not be lettin’ you tease me like this if you weren’t this pretty.”

₊ ⊹

[sssusuki]

How long has Ivan been wasting himself at this bar? His mind is a little mush, trying to drown out the thoughts in his head. He had recently gone on a date with Till, somebody he had been trying to charm for what was probably years now— and he probably just messed it all up by teasing the poor man when he admitted he hit a police officer with a guitar.

Now, here he is wasting his sorrows away and probable rejection from the man in a few hours. Oh, lord, he wasn't prepared. His head fell to the counter and he almost feels like sleeping, anything to get away and into his fantasies right now.

The bell to the bar chimes and he doesn't take note of it as he begins to doze off. The glass that is now empty with melting ice seems to mock him as he swears he can see Till in the glass reflection.

He musters a groan. Great, now even his mind is making fun of his rejection, "Hey, Ivan? That you?" The familiar voice rings and Ivan swears he sobers up on the spot.

"Oh, uh," Ivan licks his chapped lips. Oh lord. Till is wearing a loose t-shirt that shows his collarbones and all that previous alcohol is not helping his situation, "Hey, what are you doing here?" Ivan attempts to salvage what little charm he has left after this night as he makes a toothy smile.

Till only cackles at this, "Hey to you to, and I am here to see you, y'know that right?" Till has that cheeky look in his eye, like he is about to do something rebellious. Ivan always loved that look on him. He found it irresistible. Wait, what did he say?

"Wait, what?" Ivan finally, completely sobers up as he lifts himself up off the counter that he was sure he was drooling on, and good God does he kind of wish he wasn't such a mess right now.

"Yeah, you kind of just dipped on our date after you made that joke. You do know I was laughing at it because it was funny, not demeaning, right?" He seems to make an expression that says, You do understand, right? And goodness does he understand now.

"Yeah, mhm," Ivan immediately straightens up because that is exactly what he thought, "You wanna sit down?" Ivan says, hoping to everything that is holy that his desperation isn't showing.

Till doesn't even respond he simply sits right next to him on one of the precariously leaning stools and orders some sort of fruity, non-alcoholic drink before turning back to him.

"Soo..." Ivan begins, realizing how awkward it is as Till waits for the bartender to make his drink, "What?" Till asks, "Unless we are continuing that conversation about the incident, which, by all means continue," Till laughs. It's very melodic, almost harmonious as Ivan can swear he sees stars.

Yeah not the time to be in lala land.

"Well, to begin," He tries to smooth out his ever wrinkling white button up as he tries to come up with some witty comeback, "Are you sure that all that caused you to hit the guy with a guitar was him trying to sing during Karaoke?" Ivan seems to relax a little bit into the conversation, unconsciously leaning his bodyweight towards the boy, "I seriously think that was just a little bit overkill," Ivan giggles.

"Well, it was in the heat of the moment!" Till puffs, "I was singing and suddenly he was interrupting me so I hit him with my guitar." Till grins.

Oh lord, Ivan is so wasted he can barely keep up with the conversation and is trying his hardest not to focus on Till's lips. This isn't good.

"Well, uh," Ivan can feel himself licking his lips, he realizes how chapped they are and wishes he bought some chapstick before this.

"Well?" Till nudges Ivan with his shoulder and Ivan swears he spirals for a hot second. Were Till's lips always so soft looking?

Ivan audibly gulps as Till snorts, "I guess the alcohol is too in your system? I've never seen you so loose?" Ivan can only nod, not trusting his mouth to not try and connect with Till's.

Suddenly he feels a pair of hands around his waist hoist him up out of the chair. It's Till.

"We're gonna get you home, okay?" Till innocently says and Ivan feels like exploding on the spot to hide his visible embarrassment.

"Okay." Is all Ivan can say as Till, much stronger than he looks, practically carries Ivan out of the bar.

The cold, crisp air of the city is one to marvel at since it's usually so humid at night that you start sweating when you leave. This particular bar is a little hidden, but nonetheless gorgeous with all the neon lights around.

Ivan droops his head onto Till's shoulder as the boy seems busy finding them a cab. He recognizes that he and Till are settled down into a car just a few moments after, but all Ivan really focuses on is being able to hold Till. It seemed after Till finally got his big gig for some band as their guitarist, they never got to hang out anymore, and then when the date spontaneously happened, it was fumbled immediately. But goodness, did he just miss Till's affection and comfort the most. The boy's loud and exciting nature always comforted Ivan. Perhaps it was because he was nothing like that, perhaps it was because he always wanted to be like that. Who knows.

He recognizes that Till asks him where his apartment is as he lazily— and very slowly— says the address. Hoping to stay with Till even just a little bit longer.

Ivan wraps his hands around Till's neck is his half-asleep stupor as he nuzzles his head closer in the crook of Till's neck. He feels two hands hug him around the back as Till's head settles onto his own, and finally Ivan felt like the date went well, even if he dipped an hour into it because he embarrassed himself. It went well.

And yeah, he could get used to this. Very used to this.

[ichigopanhpff]

Damn. Latest chapter of @lalunanymph's "Forget Me Not" got me wanting to draw panels.

If you haven't read this story yet, you NEED to.

[astralnymphh]

lowkey, naughtily, out of the blue thinking abt breeding kink farm!ellie.. I feel like it just goes hand in hand... wrong or right? (it's happening here)

[porcelainbambi]

thinkin…..cockwarming abby would be soso intense. like she’s reading, one hand holding the book n her other big arm wrapped around ur waist, forcing u to stay put. couldn’t even squirm around if u tried thanks to her strong grip keeping u completely frozen against her. her chest is so warm against u and she just noses at ur neck every once in a while, as if she’s just now remembered ur there. maybe will mouth at it a lil until u squeak out a noise that she immediately shushes :( then as if nothing happened she’s returning to her book n leaving u to think about nothing but her strap splitting u open and the way u can’t stop urself from clenching down around her <33

[togenabi]

togenabi's masterlist—♡

most, if not all of my works are sfw romantic fluff. happy reading! —xoxo, belle ♡

JUJUTSU KAISEN

✨toge inumaki✨

by the window under the moonlight (pt.1)— fluff/royalty au; 1.9k words

ㅤㅤ♡—when sent to look for your brother, you find a handsome stranger instead.

with flowers under the stars (pt.2) — fluff/royalty au; 4.1k words

ㅤㅤ♡—Toge does his best to impress you, even when others might not want him to.

my home is where your heart is — fluff/domestic au; 1k words

ㅤㅤ♡—your things keep winding up in Toge's place, and his things in yours. what are you going to do about it?

✨megumi fushiguro✨

throwing pebbles because I love you — fluff/royalty au; 2.3k words

ㅤㅤ♡—whenever the night is clear, and the wind blows softly, Megumi throws rocks at your window.

all my ghosts — fluff/there are ghosts in this fic; 1.5k words

ㅤㅤ♡—haunted by ghosts all your life, you find peace and quiet in Megumi’s arms

✨yuuji itadori✨

rose petals falling — mild angst/beauty & the beast au; coming soon

✨yuuta okkotsu✨

waking up slow — fluff/established relationship; 1k words

ㅤㅤ♡—waking up with Yuuta is one of your favorite things to do.

✨satoru gojo✨

the language of flowers — fluff/royalty au/arranged marriage; 4.7k words

ㅤㅤ♡—all your life, you have been training for the role of empress... but nothing could have prepared you to be Satoru's wife.

ONE PIECE (LA)

✨vinsmoke sanji✨

apothecary diaries — fluff/apothecary reader; 3.7k words

ㅤㅤ♡—you need peppermint for a salve you're making, but Sanji bought all of it, and that's seriously not fair.

things I won't tell you — fluff/royalty au; 7.3k words

ㅤㅤ♡—the new royal chef doesn't seem to recognize you without your crown. who's going to tell him? . . . certainly not you.

swan lake — fluff/slowish burn/swan lake au; 8.8k words

ㅤㅤ♡—cursed by a wicked sorcerer, you found the keys to your freedom in the eyes of a chef who tries to cook you

✨roronoa zoro✨

breaking news — fluff/journalist reader; 5.4k words

ㅤㅤ♡—you always had a feeling the straw hats could change your life, but meeting Zoro shifted the entire world on its axis.

pick me up — mild angst/fluff/straw hat reader; 3.2k words

ㅤㅤ♡—Zoro never paid your jokes or pickup lines any mind. that is, until something happens that makes you stop.

the promised knight — slow burn/fluff/royalty au; 8.7k words

ㅤㅤ♡—after a lifetime apart, Zoro finds his way back to you.

✨dracule mihawk✨

the taste of ale — angst/royalty au; 1.2k words

ㅤㅤ♡—'the promised knight' in MIhawk's perspective. told through my notes.

GENSHIN IMPACT

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[stxrslut]

i gotta go back to my roots for a minute and talk about how daddy john b would spank you as a punishment, just pat his thigh as you walk over to him with your head hung to not meet his gaze and count each time he hits you

xoxo- 🦢

swan nonnie you never fail with these johnbee asks !!

just know he would be slightly cocky about it too, just patting his leg to get you to come to him. smirking when you just fold yourself over his lap, not even trying to argue.

his hands run over your thighs and over your ass as he speaks to you in that patronising voice “don’t know where this attitude is comin’ from baby.. but we gotta smack it outta you…”

you just whine, squirming as he pulls your panties down so that your cunt is exposed to him. he runs a finger through your folds, and rubs over your clit. he does it for a couple of minutes, building up a false sense of security.

you let out a frustrated mewl when his hand pulls away, but it’s quickly cut off by the harsh slap that he delivers to your ass. it leaves a sharp sting in its way, and your lower cheek is sure to be pink.

he chuckles at the small yelp you let out, “oh poor sweetheart… can y’tell me how many that was? can y’count for daddy?” It’s less of a question, more of a demand.

“one! one daddy.” you arch your back and try to shuffle away but he pulls you back, delivering a second slap, eliciting another cry, “two!”

it goes on like this, you’re not sure for how long, you never know for how long. he just always manages to make it so sweet somehow, no matter what.

and of course, just to get the point through, he absolutely fucks you until you cannot form words.