#I need him I fear

[stupidfuckingwindow]

Cold Showers // Officer K

Content/warnings: Some wandering hands in the shower. Brief mentions of a fight with K. Soft smut/ light nsfw. Technical hurt/comfort. Cliffhanger ending because how the fuck do you end a fic.

Notes: Oughh I want him. This movie is porn and if K tripped me I'd apologize for brushing his shoe.

Word count: 355

K's fingers, softened by the hot water, slowly trail the length of your shoulders. Curiously, he watches the way your skin dips when he lightly presses them into it, equally careful and attentive. He makes sure to avoid the little bruises and cuts, from previous encounters, and smooths the flat underside of his palm over your shoulder blades.

He can't help but trace invisible little patterns into your flesh, hoping it might soothe the anger left over from your argument. K is sure you can feel the light tremors in his unnatural system when he wraps his arms around your torso, to bury his nose in the crook of your neck.

The rivulets of falling water that roll down his own back are starting to run cold, and the steam of the shower has begun to dissipate. Even as you turn the valve for it to stop, K is afraid to release you for even a minute. Neither of you had even cleaned off, aside from him running his fingers through your hair to rinse it, through kisses you'd not returned.

Sharply, he inhales. You still smell like the soap you'd used, just this morning before work.

“Are you still upset?” K asks, softly, swallowing the knot in his throat. Your quiet answer of ’no,’ doesn't assure him in the least. Doubt lingers in the lowest parts of his belly, and he shifts his trembling hands to the curves of your waist. ‘Are you sure?’ He wants to ask, but the words seem to weigh too heavy for him to really get them out. It feels unnecessary.

Instead, he gives up on communication at all. His lips press against the back of your head, and K allows his hands to wander. The almost immediate following whimper makes the Replicant tense, and he releases the breath he forgot he'd been holding. It's a shuddering exhale, shaky like the rest of him, and he almost wants to squirm at the new sudden heat that settles in his lower half.

Harshly, he swallows, before it's interrupted by his own sinful moan when your hand curls around his cock.

[bitedontsuck]

so caked up here and for what. those slacks are not gonna hold much longer

[ghostbeam]

Spike who comes home a little beaten and bloody from a bounty, stumbles in and drops down on the couch next to u shoving a crooked cigarette between his teeth. He doesn’t bother to clean up, shirt half unbuttoned, a split in his lip, his nose bruised and bleeding. And you know why he does this: because he knows it drives u a little crazy. He notices how you rub your thighs together after a quick glance towards him all sprawled out on the couch. He won’t say anything because he likes to watch you squirm, but the moment you say his name all shy under your breath, he’s pulling you over his lap and there’s blood in your moth and he’s guiding your hands to his bruises and hissing when you press down.

[urhoneycombwitch]

related to your tattoo ask from a couple days ago but you know he'd get something kind of stupid/horny, esp. when he was giggling drunk and didn't remember getting it until the next day. Hot stuff on his ass or oversized load above his dick that is hidden by the hair until he shaves/trims one day and reader is like????

“beware of third arm” in tiny poorly-poked script just below his navel

outline of a camel in black ink on his left big toe

[sosaysdean]

he ate

[acerathia]

every day i wake up and think of qi yu.......

[inkskinned]

there are a lot of posts out there that are positive and healthy coping mechanisms for handling the holidays. this is not one of them :)

i think there's like. going to be times in your life you will be stuck in a social situation that you cannot escape from gracefully. i do not know why the internet doesn't believe these times exist. it's not always just that your physical safety is at risk - sometimes it's legit like "i just don't currently have the energy or time to put in the effort of responding to this." sometimes it's a coworker you hate so much. sometimes it's just like, fine, you know? like you know you can handle your aunt when she's cheerily horrible, but if you actually set a boundary around her, it's going to be weeks of fallout with your father.

i don't know why people think the answer is always just "cut them out!" or "don't let them get away with that!" because ... the real world is tricky and complicated. i think kind of a lot of us have an internal "radiation poisoning" meter for certain people. like - i'm talking about the ones who are absolutely giving you gradual ick damage. like, you can handle them, but you'll be exhausted.

and yes. you absolutely should listen to your therapist and the good posts about handling others and set good boundaries and take care of yourself. prioritize peace.

HOWEVER :) ...... since im often in a situation with a Gradual Sense of Ick person i cannot just "cut out" of my life (without losing someone else precious to me) - i have sort of developed the most. maladaptive form of mischief possible. because like, if i'm going to have to listen to this shit again, i like to have a little bit of private fun with it.

now! again, i am physically safe, just mentally drained by this man. you should only do this with people you are not in danger with. which leads me to my suggestions for when your Unfortunate Acquaintance shows up and says oh everyone pay attention to me.

my favorite word is "maybe!" said as brightly and happily as possible. whenever the Horrible Person starts in on a topic you do not want to go further with, particularly if they make a claim that you know to be inaccurate, do not respond to it. you and i have both tried to actually argue with this person, and it hasn't gone well, because this person just wants the drama of an argument. however, "maybe!" gives them literally nothing to go on. it is incredibly disarming. they are used to people having some response. they know they can't prove what they're saying, and maybe! treats them like the child they are. it dismisses them in the politest way possible.

i like to say maybe! and then, in their stunned silence, immediately change the subject. this is because i have adhd and i will have something unrelated to talk about, but if you can't think of topics fast enough, i recommend just pointing to something and saying, "isn't that lovely?" because fuck you let's bring in some positivity.

by the way. that second trick - of pointing to something and stating an opinion about it? - that just works on its own, like, 70% of the time. i picked it up from teaching preschoolers. it's an intentional "redirect". it stops children crying and it also stops grown adults from finishing their explanation on why women belong in kitchens. dual wielding!

keep it silly for yourself. i absolutely do not care if people think i'm fucking stupid (it's more fun if they do) and as a result i will purposefully misunderstand things just to see how long it takes them to realize i've completely removed them from the subject at hand. when they say "women aren't funny" i get to be like. "which women." "all women." "all women in america?" "no in the world." "like the mole people? the people in the world?" "what? no. like, alive." "oh are we not counting the mole people?" "what the fuck are you talking about." "you don't believe in the mole people?"

similarly, i play a personal game called "one up me." my Evil Acquaintance literally knows this game exists (my family & friends caught onto it and now also play it) and it always fucking gets him. i don't know why. you have to be willing to be a little free-spirited on this one, though. the trick is that when they make one of those horrible little bigoted or annoying comments they are always making, you need to go one unit weirder. not more intense, mind you - just more weird. "you don't look good in that dress." "yeah, actually, my other dress was covered in squid ink due to a mishap at the soup store." "you shouldn't wear such revealing clothes." "wait, what? oh shit. sorry, your son tears off strips when no one is looking and eats them. i swear it was longer before we left the building."

the point of "one up me" is to completely upend this person's narrative. we both know this person likes setting up situations where you cannot "win" and then they really like telling other people how badly you handled it. in a usual situation, if you respond "please don't say something that rude", you're a bitch. but if you let it happen, you're letting yourself be debased. they are not usually expecting door number three: unflappably odd. because what are they going to say when they're telling everyone how badly you behaved? "she said my son eats her dresses" ".... okay?"

if you can, form an allyship with someone whomst you can tagteam with. where they can pick up on your weird "soup store" story and run with it.

the following phrase is amazing and can be deployed for any situation: "oh, be nice :) it's the holidays!" i do not know why this works as often as it does. i'll say it for the most random shit. i think this is bc most of the time these people know they're being impolite, they just like to fight.

godbless. when in doubt, remember that you could always start stealing their pens.

the whole point of this is - if you can't escape. maybe see how long you can just be. like. a horrible little menace.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Enki S Ending: God Blocking Gambit

[softmoonlite]

xhaka with the captain armband is always gonna do something for me…

[mroddmod]

she’ll be alright because she had you.

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | SKZ CODE EP. 54 + bonus he’s trying to escape his enclosure

[the-woman-upstairs]

Really fucked up that, when they’re young, Patrick and Art are SO tactile with each other, so comfortable sharing the same space. Art lets Patrick touch him and move him and physically overwhelm him and easily acquiesces to it, if not outright enjoys it.

Then in the present, they’ve been so far out of each other’s orbit for so long, held such animosity that when they have their moment alone in the sauna, Art physically recoils from Patrick’s close proximity! It’s so painful to watch because even as Patrick’s goading him, it’s so obvious he wants to be able to get back into Art’s space. But Art has erected all these walls around himself, he refuses to give Patrick an inch or even admit to missing how close they used to be!

AND THEN we see Art and Tashi later and he wants her to hold him, to be gentle with him, and just TOUCH him. Like, he does miss that kind of close physical contact! He either doesn’t know how to ask for it or is uncomfortable being that openly vulnerable. Worth noting that he pretty much always defers to Tashi in regard to initiating physical intimacy (with their first kiss, though he does state his desire, SHE has to be the one to make the first move). And it seems pretty obvious that Tashi herself isn’t comfortable providing that intimacy, whereas Patrick actively seeks to provide it (the hug/forehead kiss after their win together in the early years, dragging the stool closer to him).

Art has tried very hard to act like he doesn’t need physical affection and even though his discipline and devotion to Tashi has made him a stronger tennis player, it’s made him a hollow person, which, in turn, has kept him from becoming a GREAT tennis player.

All of this, of course, is why the ending hits so damn hard.

[willowser]

i think katsuki just answers his phone by barking out, "bakugou." no hello, probably doesn't even look at the caller id LOL when he hears it's you, though, i think he breathes out the tension he didn't realize was coiled in his shoulders, and says a lil, "hey," 🥺🥺

and i think when he calls you, and you answer with your sweet, "helloooo ??" he is so soft 😌 just mumbles out a quiet, "what'chu doin'?" and listens as you tell him, before saying what he needed to 😌

[tofixtheshadows]

So I've been thinking lately about how Mithrun is Kabru's dark mirror (more on that another time- it needs its own post), and I thought it interesting that one of their parallels is that they were both cared for by Milsiril, but in opposite directions. She took Kabru in as her foster after he was orphaned and tried to convince him not to become an adventurer. On the flip side, she helped rehabilitate Mithrun specifically so that he could rejoin the Canaries.

And I kept wondering: why?

For Kabru, obviously she loves him a whole lot- despite any other shortcomings in their relationship, I do believe that.

So I get why she tries to convince him not to go dungeoning, and, failing that, at least prepares him as thoroughly as she can.

But why help Mithrun? She used to hate Mithrun, but after realizing what a secretly twisted person he was, she actually thought of him more positively (oh, Milsiril). So it wasn't as if she held the kind of grudge that might motivate her to make his already-depleted life even more miserable by sending him back to the dungeons. And it wasn't that she felt bad for him either, since she didn't visit Mithrun for the first ~20 years of his recovery.

The Adventurer's Bible says that Utaya was the impetus for Mithrun returning to the Canaries, but Milsiril is the one who made the trip to see him and tell him about it.

Why would Milsiril work so hard to get her old coworker back into fighting fit? Why encourage him to return to such a dangerous lifestyle, when she was the one who chose not to mercy-kill him?

That last panel is such a crazy thing to hint at and then never elaborate on. Without it we could have just thought that Milsiril wanted the Canaries' work to continue without her, even if it seemed out of character. I think some people even assume she's just a natural caretaker as a foster mom and handwave it to include nursing Mithrun too. What could Milsiril's suspicious motives be? What does she gain from Mithrun joining the Canaries that isn't an altruistic desire to see dungeons safely sealed? Feeling a sense of responsibility for the work she left behind isn't an ulterior motive.

My theory is: Milsiril, knowing that Mithrun was empty save for the burning desire to face the demon again, wound him up like a clockwork doll and pointed him back at the dungeons.

Hoping that he'd eliminate the biggest threat to Kabru's life, before it was too late for him.

Milsiril the puppetmaster.

[lazylittledragon]

Ok but would Astarion have ACTUALLY been a good partner when kit was born or would he just be a flailing mess

i was going to do something silly for this but honestly?? i think he'd be completely fine

like we know from durge that he's very capable of being there when his love is going through something awful (and he would be Very loud about dorian being respected)

also he's definitely experienced being in pain and having nobody for comfort so i think he would want to be that as best he could even if he's not warm and fuzzy about it

[astrolavas]

these outfits? camp!

+ bonus extra-swagless hunter to restore balance in the world: