#I still have a lot to learn and mold but I’m happy with the cute smiling sun

[honehonn3honey]

[fantasma-de-la-cueva]

Hey guys, I was rewatching AvM and I have a question: does anyone else feel like Purple is younger than the other stick figures? I ask this because I feel “odd” about his attitude compared with the CG, as if he was still a kid. But before starting I want to point that this idea not only is due to Purple’s behaviour, I see this too because sometimes he looks a few inches shorter than the color gang. Now we can start:

In the “Villangers” episode he seems to be very fast into jumping in conclusions, in this episode he jailed Blue and Green for trading with the villagers and thinking he got replaced. While this is a traumatic response the fact that the decision was to jail them shows that he was having a bad time with learning how to deal with his emotions, something that in fiction gets relationed with teenangers and troubled kids tropes to show that they are troubled. To reinforce this idea: before we were given Purple’s past this scene seemed like a trantum from a brat, or, a kid with no emotional control and full of impulses.

In the next episode the way he resigned to give back the dragon’s egg. I don’t feel like it was genuine at all (specially with all the traumatic stuff), but felt more like a scolded kid that learned a lesson by force and has to live with it now. With this in mind, we can see that at this point Purple still kept some of the kindness his mother showed to him, but was slowly sliping into his “dark side”. This changes in behaviour and creation of personality are usually related to teenanger years and characters due to the importance of this life phase in the molding of the future adults. In narrative levels we should point that this struggle between selfishness and kindness attitude are often related to teen characters that will either grow out of it and mature or become antagonists in the future.

All his attitude in the AvLoL short. What can I say about this? I’m not going to center on the “he hacked and ate the champions’ data to win” stuff because this, from my perspective, can be saw as a massive tantrum without the context of ep 29. Rather I want to point that while this was a tantum, it came from a very emotionally wounded child that recently lost a chance to see a father that didn’t cared about him due to high expectations and lack of appreciation in the “trying” part, of course he was bitter and angry with the gang, specially given that he wasn’t cool-headed. After this I want to point that he did a very novice (and stupid) thing: instead of destroying the gang’s tower he rushed to protect his tower, losing the game, showing again that while he is still cunning and sneaky he still had a lot to learn and it showed that he was childish prideful and reckless, not able to make priorities or sense with his actions. The second thing I want to point in this is the sore loser attitude: this attitude is often associated with kids; he also sits down with the head hidden in his knees, posture that is associated with childish behaviour too, reinforcing this “toxic child player” profile of the character and the gang has to comfort him after this.

In “The witch”, when he tells the gang what he wants to do with them he is very excited and starts to move his arms like crazy, and being honest, after the other sad points I want to say that this is very childish in a cute way. In “parkour” the way he laughs at the gang’s panick after Yellow falling and returning and the way he shows the gang that it was a “safe” environment seems like a kid showing older people that they don’t need to worry. Later, in the same episode, King headpats him like a child and he seems very happy, an interaction usually showed between an older and younger character and in this case is a way to manipulate him with affection, usually a toxic trait that is often showed when a kid is being manipulated by toxic adults (keep in mind that before ep 29 and 30 we thought king was a psycho). Purple also claps in exciment at King’s plan, like a kid celebrating a good idea they had or a plan that they really like and want to do.

In “the ultimate weapon” episode we can see that when he tries to take the staff he really looks like throwing a tantrum in a very “I want to have it too” way, another behaviour that is often relationated to childish behaviour, specially from kids that are often seen as selfish, troubled or that lack social skills/ettiquete. In the real-time version we can see that while TSC and King were fighting Purple was in fear and having a mental breakdown. How he expressed this?: By curling up against the wall with head against the knees and hands covering his head, then grabs his head and hits it with his hands. This is used in fiction to show scared kids in a very dangerous situation.

In the “note block universe” there is a theory that the rythm types used can be readed as an introduction to Purple’s introspection. Is also interesting that the first rythm we see is a very childish song sang by talking animals, tropes very used in animation; animation is a very stigmatized media due to “is for kids” stereotype, but if this “theory” is something really took in mind in the production of the episode then the stereotype is used to point that Purple is still a kid, which just makes his story more heartbreaking than what alredy is. But despite the heartbreaking stuff it makes the hug between him and Green as something really beatiful and heartwarming, like a big brother comforting and cheering his little sibling.

In “The king” when he shows King his capacities and abilities he waves his arms and points at himself to get his attention and approval, his hole body screaming “look at me, I’m very good! Did I impressed you? Did you liked it?”, very common in kids that try to prove themselves to adults. When King suffers his introspection we see Gold turning into Purple as he started to see Purple as a new adopted child, idea reinforced by the flashbacks we get during the blast scene. When he is trapped in that black space we can see him crying with his “head on knees” stance again. And when he gets adopted by king we can see some childish exciment, in the credits this new family are in the same park King and Gold used to go in the past, which ends the parallelism of a hurted father adopting someone that ressembled his kid.

In the shorts we can see more of Purple being a kid by doing things like offering King a cookie as a surprise, inviting him to skate while spinning in a very “Lets do something cool” way and waving hands in exciment while King chuckles at this. In the “piggie love” short he is the only one that reacts like a kid: he covers his eyes with both hands to not see what’s going on.

After pointing all of this I would say that I believe Purple is even younger than the color gang. This leaves us with a character that had to met his father’s expectations as a very young kid and suffered an abandoment, then he had to bury his mother a few years later (I headcannon that he was probably even younger than his actual age) and had to grow up very fast to survive completly alone in a world where he didn’t had any support and ended up turning into a sneaky backstabber with emotional troubles and no control over impulses due to lack of guiadance and the trauma scars, which is just heartbreaking for anyone to go thru. At the end he ended up getting acepted and adopted by people that cares about him, but the fact that this painful story repeats itself is way too common in our society and makes it more sadder, but also serves to move us and remember that we have to make our part too.

[futurebellyache]

Who should Digest you?

I think I'm tired of the endless grind of work. Any preds following me interested in giving me someplace soft to rest? I’m all yours.

Aaaand post. You finalize your Facebook message as you lean back in your chair. Work had drained you, and some people at work are just absolutely miserable. Fucking Cathy.

Ending up in some cute or sexy person's gut sounded wonderful. You had a couple of ideas, but you were a tad interested to see who volunteered…

The first comment came in mere minutes after posting.

Stephanie Simmerset

OMG BRO IVE WANTED THIS MY WHOLE LIFE! PLEASE LET ME EAT YOU. IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME <3

You aren't at all surprised to see your little sister, Stephanie, jumping at this opportunity.

She had always been your cute little sister, and you'd spoiled her rotten. And perhaps because of that, she'd grown quite affectionate to you. At first it was cute stuff like 'marrying big bro', but eventually, it turned vorish and she'd pestered you about being her 18th birthday present. How wonderful having her brother be her first meal would be.

You thankfully weren't able to attend and had been avoiding her these last few months. But… spoiling her one last time and helping stretch out her gut doesn't sound like a terrible way to go. The idea of replacing the baby fat she’d lost in the last several years makes you feel a bit odd…

Stephanie was a bit of a scatterbrained blonde, forgetful but in a way that made her quite endearing. She’d grown a lot over the years, now reaching you in height. Though her curves were still quite petite. She wasn’t exactly a trained pred, and hadn’t gotten the chance to mold her T&A into the bombshell you expect from predators.

You'd taken it as the desire of a young girl to be like the voracious adults, but now she was old enough where you think she could actually swallow you down. Perhaps you could help her take this important step to adulthood. An untrained pred was barely different from a prey in the eyes of a hungry predator. You’d be keeping her safe by letting her digest you. Plus the slight taboo of your sister appeals to your perverted side…

You hear your phone ding, must be another comment. The second is… you can't help but let out an immense sigh.

Cathy Bingleheart

Hah! Always knew you were a prey slut. If you want a real gut to mess you up, mine would LOVE to put you in your place.

Fucking Cathy.

You'd had to follow her to be friendly since your company was so small. You had grown to despise her. She was a fake blonde with a fairly chubby gut. One you bet she'd just gotten from her shitty diet and lack of exercise. There’s no way she could actually entice somebody inside of her, though physically she didn’t seem weak.

But… she was rather stacked. Her tits were massive, like volleyballs that pushed out farther than her gut. And her ass would definitely smother you. If she ate you, you'd be lost in that sea of fat. Probably with those interns who all 'suddenly quit' last year. Likely trusted her a bit more than they should have.

There's some masochistic desire inside you that's tempted to allow her to have your way for you. No matter how frustrating the idea is.

While you argue with your inner submissive demon, another ding and another comment.

Jennifer Gammy

I see you've finally decided to become a meal. You know I'd always be willing to accommodate you. I'd make sure you went out happy. My belly always has room for somebody like you.

Her words linger on your mind and remind you of back when you'd dated her. This was Jennifer, or Jen as most people called her. She was a very tall, slightly chubby woman with long red hair. She was a tad plump all over, a very soft-looking girl. You can still feel her gentle warmth around you when you close your eyes.

You'd actually been in the same friend circle for a while and gradually drifted closer, until finally dating. And then you learned just how kinky she was. She would tie you up in her lap and idly play games with you in her lap, holding the controller at your crotch, licking your feet, roleplay of her cheating with some dude and eating them to hide them (the dude wasn't aware it was roleplay), even temporarily holding you in her gut. Sometimes even for hours, and in public.

You'd absolutely still be with her if you could, but she'd suddenly realized she could no longer see you as anything but food. And dating food was ridiculous. So you broke up. After everything you'd been through, you'd become a flustered mess just talking to her. So after it all, you'd kind of drifted apart.

But now you could meet again. Though, this time you really would be food… You can't help but wonder how much she meant those words. How exactly would she treat you if you willingly gave yourself to her?

While you reminisce, your phone beeps again. You flip it open and see the face of the cutest boy you know.

Addison JustAddison

If you're just THROWING yourself away. Let me have you. I promise, it'll be as wonderful as that night we spent together. I even have some fun stuff we could try, since dieing doesn't matter ;)

And don't worry, I'll make sure to flush your ass

It was Addison… You couldn’t quite believe it. He was always dressed as a girl, and was a one night thing you'd had years ago. He had absolutely dominated you. He is the only person who has managed to knock you unconscious through sheer pleasure. You can't even remember how many times you'd cum that one night alone. He’d adored making you struggle beneath him, feeling himself inside you. Honestly, you can still feel him cumming inside you, in a way. Or perhaps that’s just your mind playing tricks…

And he hadn't left you anything to find him again. He'd ruined you and left. Until now, almost as if he had been waiting. He must have been keeping tabs on you, perhaps if something like this had happened. The account in question was unfamiliar, perhaps having been modified to reveal his hand. What a mysterious boy…

You remember that feeling of being bound to the bed, the taste of his cock on your lips, and what he said he’d do to you the next day. Idly threats to swallow you hole and add you to him… and you were definitely attracted to him. He was thin, but soft. Specifically in the belly and bum. Just enough tummy fat to show that he’d eaten his fair share of people. His pink, shoulder-length hair bounced around and helped accentuate his strange mannerisms. He was always a bit… extra. One of the incredibly fun things about him.

You ignored any of the other comments. These choices were good enough to pick from, and you didn’t wanna spend too long dwelling on it. Last thing you’d want is to upset them by getting cold feet. But which person deserved to have you? Two of them meant something in your life, but the other two would put you in your place. One was an absolute bitch, and the other just wants your body squirming for them.

You open your phone once more and thumb to a private chat you had with a number of people. All of whom were interested in taking a vorish plunge themselves, but hadn’t for various reasons.

Hey guys, which of these girls (and guy) do you think I should let eat me?

Feel free to comment below who you would to consume you. Highest points will be picked for the continuation. Extra points if you tell why.

[belovedmuichiro]

What do you think of Aoi and Kanao? Haven't been active for a whole but I still love hearing your thoughts all the same- Space anon

Hi space anon!! Missed you 🥺

Okay, I love them both! But I have slightly more criticisms over how Aoi was handled, but I’ll get to that. All in all, I love their characters and what they offer to the story! I’ll start with Kanao :)

Kanao is hands down one of my absolute favorites. She’s a character I’m extremely invested in because GOD her story is sad, but seeing her overcome her past and grow into the person she was always meant to be is so uplifting and exciting. I love her relationship with the Kocho siblings and watching her slowly accept that she can be apart of their family, not just a student of theirs. I also just really love how she’s stronger than the boys, idk why but I think it’s fun that they’re always catching up to her because my girl is a natural. The only thing I wanted more of was to see more of her progression in the series, I feel like we get told she’s doing well more than we see it, but I still enjoy scenes like Shinobu telling her she’s happy to see her come into her own, or the little moments like her openly admitting she’s happy Tanjiro is okay when he wakes up after the entertainment district. I am very, VERY interested in how she’s doing after the demons are gone too, because she’s barely learned to be her own person but suddenly she’s in charge of her sisters’ legacy (which I actually wrote a nezukana fic about, because this idea wouldn’t leave my mind!!).

This is not why I love her, but I do want to say that she’s apart of the only major canon romance I feel like was done AMAZING, no complaints, no notes, her and Tanjiro are precious and perfect for one another. Their friendship is so honest and the progression from there feels very natural, like these two were always going to fall in love based on their mutual respect and enjoyment of one another. I love that Tanjiro helps her take back authority in her own life out of the kindness of his heart instead of like, wanting to date her, he just genuinely cares about her and she obviously feels the same way. They’re just so damn good and cute, and I had to say it because the other major romances are… not that good to me, but these two are everything 💕

So, for Aoi, I adore her. I love characters that don’t fit the perfect slayer mold (like Senjuro or Genya) and find alternative ways to live their lives, I think it adds a lot to the story. Aoi especially because she passed final selection, she can be a slayer if she wants to, but she answers the question of “what if this isn’t what you wanted?” And I think it just adds a lot to their world and the weight of what it means to be a slayer, that some people can’t stomach it even if they are very skilled. I like her sassy personality, I like that she obviously has a big heart, she’s kind of a breath of fresh air from all the other more cheery female protagonists (who I love but you can’t deny it’s nice to have someone to balance them out). I also love her relationship with Kanao, her wanting a sister is so cute 💞💖

What I don’t like is her and Inosuke, god this bothers me. It’s like the opposite of everything I like about Kanao and Tanjiro, and it feels like they were forced together so the two of them would have something to show for in the time skip at the end. They just don’t clash well for me, they barely interact and I have a hard time believing Aoi, whose been no-nonsense no-bullshit the entire series, would suddenly be into a guy who kind of makes things harder every time he’s around. Aoi had better chemistry with Tanjiro in the scene where she opens up to him, and Inosuke has better chemistry with like everyone else he interacts with. It felt so forced, almost like they struggled to find Inosuke somebody and just paired him with the only girl who’s also a little mean. I kind of hate it, because I love Aoi, I don’t like the idea of her just settling down when she’s been shown to be so independent and capable of doing great things, I can’t see her deciding to just get married and have children.

I will say though that it’s easy to ignore it. All the relationships don’t start until after canon, so even though Inosuke and Aoi do have a descendant, it’s easy to not let it bother me. But I do think it just doesn’t align with Aoi, I wish it didn’t happen, but it doesn’t take away my enjoyment of her at all! She’s still great, still a character I adore, even one I might have liked to of seen more of!

Great characters, thank you for asking!

[apexart-journal]

Keegan Xavi in NYC, Day #?? I’ve got 9 days left

I got back from DC last night. Got off the bus on 8th, asked someone which was was 7th Ave So I wouldn’t walk in the wrong direction. Walked to Herald Square, jumped on a yellow line, was home in like 10 minutes. Maybe 15. Walked in the door. I was home. And it felt more like home since I got here because for the first time last night I got comfortable enough to act like I was at home. Which meant the floor exploded with my instant piles as I unpacked: shoes off and in the pile, paper souvenirs for possible collage projects over here, dirty laundry there, coat goes here - not in the closet, but over the arm of a chair. When I am comfortable I am messy lol  But I finally got comfortable enough to relax a little and just like I do at home, I sat in silence and just THOUGHT about things. The problem was back home, I no longer liked the things I was thinking about it and was desperate for NEW thoughts, ideas, higher vibrations of intellect and emotion. A lot of those things I HAD to think about, cuz that’s just life... but my thoughts were getting fucking stale to me and I am so grateful for this head change. 

D.C.:

- it’s so like downtown Mpls with its trees, bushes, flowers, etc, and antiquated bank-looking buildings everywhere... but also kinda desolate the way downtown mpls is on the weekend. no one actually lives in the area I was in. Everyone was a visitor/tourist like me and I heard maybe 5 or 6 different languages while there. That part reminds me of LA and what I miss about there. The Architect Hotel was super cute, efficient and to the point, just a bed in a clean room with nice moldings and trim. teh first night was overcast, but still good for walking. went to the chinese american museum, then got lost getting to Dupont circle, but found it, went to a bookstore, bought a salad, went back to the hotel.

the next day i was MISERABLE because it poured all day. I mean, I was out there pounding pavement, but was not a happy camper at all. but i’m a soldier, I figured it out. The MLK Jr. Memorial Library was super peaceful and had exhibits on the 4th and 5th floor and an outdoor terrace area that had a bit of an awning so you could sit there even while it rained. I didn’t sit there tho, just passed thru. The exhibits were actually heart-breaking . The one that talked about the Civil Rights Movement and King’s assassination was just sad because ... how much has really changed? We seem to be going backwards, actually. When I teach I always want to make connections so young people can understand why learning about the past is important for the future, and I am doing my best to learn what to say anymore.

Blah. Let’s keep it moving.

The other exhibit was also depressing - signs form around the world from people who did not have homes. My father was homeless for years before he died. He was a genius man in so many ways, but never assimilated into American culture. I don’t know how he would’ve done in his birth country either. He may have been a strange man in any time or place. But yeah...

I really loved the movie “Everything, Everywhere, All At Once”. That was good. 

Then the next morning, I was just DOWN when I woke up. It wasn’t pouring the way it had on Saturday, but still drizzly and that’s how my mood felt. grey and drizzly lol I did not want to go to yoga class AT ALLLLL..... but I actually got there super early cuz it was boring just sitting in that tiny hotel room brooding on how grey I felt. And it was like an ADVANCED YOGA CLASS... I’ve been doing my lil 5-Tibetan routine for years, but it’s super chill... but this class.. well, I am sore today and it felt good.. just what I needed. And the rest of the day just got better.

So Casey Smith came and picked me up and our time together was so uplifting for me. I adore honest, funny, and intelligent people. Our lunch was at the perfect outdoor taco spot with the cutest dog that ever existed (ever) at the table over from us. Talking to another apexart fellow was so helpful because no one else would understand the uniqueness and intensity of this particular program. He gave me a brief tour of the neighborhood including the white house, that church where TFG held the bible upside down, BLM Plaza, then an art school where he used to teach at. It was like go go go, but we got a lot in before I got dropped off at my bus. I hope Casey and I get to hang out again someday. Sofija too... I’d love to see her again.

So this morning I got up and took my time getting ready (like hours and lots of coffee time) before I ventured out for household basics. This part also felt like being at “home”. Trashbags, tp, etc. I also picked some Murphy’s Oil Soap because that’s what I’d do to these floors if they were mine. Outside, union Square is poppin!! I went to Trader Joe’s, then to CVS for the stuff Trader Joe’s doesn’t have, then through the farmer’s market before sitting on the steps for a little while. So sunny and beautiful today. That little breather in DC was kinda like a dream-within-a-dream thing. It gave me space to process outside of NY before I go back home. Very helpful.

[xtodorcki]

Oml I've had this request idea for so long so I was wondering how you'd do it. How about some headcanons/little scenarios of Levi, Erwin, and Hanji getting caught making out with their fem so by someone else in the scouts? 😏 This has been in my head so LONG soooo I feel like you would portray it well

“Caught,” Levi x Erwin x Hange Headcanons

okay okaaaay cute idea🥺

Summary: getting caught making out with your s/o by another scout.

Warnings: implied smut with Erwin

Fem!Reader

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Levi:

He’s always been the type to be clingy and openly affectionate in private. He never really liked PDA or even being flirty with you in front of others. He liked to cherish you behind the closed doors and show you how much he loves you there.

It never bothered you, you were always professional when it came to your work so you agreed with him about not wanting to show too much of your relationship to the other Scouts.

One day Levi was more clingy than usual, he said it was only because he had a nightmare about losing you and it felt too real. The entire day when no one was looking, he would touch you in any way he could. Grabbing your hand, touching your lower back. He felt like he needed some slight touch of yours to be reminded you were still here.

Around the afternoon, he had forced you to stop your work and come to his office. It had bugged you but you couldn’t sit there and complain about Levi wanting to be around you for every second.

He was just a teddy bear, very hands on and loving so him having a dream about you no longer being here- it had crushed him in ways he couldn’t explain. He was deeply in love with you, he couldn’t handle losing you so the slight dream just fed into his insecurities and anxiety that he had to be around you.

As you stepped inside his office after knocking, his eyes lit up when he seen you and instantly stood up from his desk as you walked over. His arms embraced you in a tight hug, his lips kissing the side of your head and a sigh of relief slipped out of his mouth.

“Why did you call me here?” You mumbled, rubbing his back and he grunted under his breath, his eyes moving to look at you.

“Just missed you is all.” He barely said loud enough for you to hear, feeling embarassed for admitting that out loud. He felt dumb for bothering you and taking you away from your work to see him but he felt like he needed it desperately.

“Hm, because you missed me?” You teased, making him roll his eyes and his hands grabbed a hold of your cheeks firmly, staring into your eyes.

“Yes,” He quietly said, admiring you as his thumbs rubbed over your soft skin.

Time felt like it had frozen still just for a moment, his eyes burning into yours and another huff escaped his mouth as he tried to rid the insecurities he had replaying in his head.

You could tell how frustrated he really was, he hated to be deep into thought about everything- especially when it came to negative thoughts. You moved your hands to rest on his sides, gripping onto the material of his shirt and tugged him closer.

You wanted to take away his troubles, his thoughts and his anxiety. You wish you could easily take it from his hands and deal with it yourself, he deserved to be happy everyday.

As you felt his thumbs brush over your cheeks, you leaned up to press your lips on his. A gentle kiss but it definitely made him feel better, making all the stress slip off his shoulders and replaced with love and butterflies.

His hands stayed firmly on your cheeks, afraid of letting you go but also not wanting you to pull back from his lips. He just needed this a little longer. He had tilted his head, leaning more into your mouth as both of your lips moved in sync with one another.

Suddenly the door had opened up, Armin and Jean walking inside while calling for Levi before noticing the scene before them, making them freeze in the doorway and made the both of you break apart and glance back at the door.

All four of you stared at each other, the awkward tension and not really knowing what to say about what had just happened. Your relationship wasn’t a secret, no, but it wasn’t clear if everyone knew about it or not considering you two aren’t much of a pda type couple.

Armin and Jean’s eyes were wide, they had no clue about your relationship so walking in felt like they violated your privacy and saw something they weren’t supposed to see.

Levi grew frustrated, staring at the both of them and crossed his arms over his chest as he gave them a cold stare.

“You either speak on why you’re here or leave.” He simply said, causing the both of them to stumble on their words and Armin ended up just grabbing Jean and dragging him out of the office.

“We’re so sorry, we didn’t see anything. Ignore us.” Armin rushed out, grabbing the door and shut it, hearing them panic as they go down the hall,

“You scared the poor boys.” You glanced over at Levi, making him roll his eyes and meet your gaze.

“Maybe they should learn how to knock.”

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Erwin:

Erwin is the type of person who likes to have everyone know you’re his but he’s also very professional in his work and making sure that his work and your relationship don’t intertwine and ruin one another.

He’s always kept his head screwed on and he always treated you more like a colleague while working and you always done the same to him. He cared a lot about his job, it was one of his favorite things along with you.

So, it didn’t bother you to have him focus on his work during the day and come home to cherish you ten times more. It was a good mixture to keep the relationship healthy and stable.

But one particular day, you found yourself a bit more needier and trying to go about your work as if nothing is wrong was bugging you. You couldn’t help but think of Erwin repeatedly, the other night replaying in your head of him touching you in all the right places.

It was really starting to annoy you, sure this has happened before but the other times it was easy to manage and ignore. This time it just was on the tip of your brain, repeating like a broken record and it was starting to make you go crazy as you keep catching yourself zoning out and daydreaming about it

You were stationed on the opposite side of the base, trying to concentrate on the plan for the expedition coming up and as you sat there trying to listen, it was getting more evident that you were dozing off into thought.

After a while there was a meeting that had to be held with most of the Scouts, mainly the higher ups, to discuss the next expedition but you were too lost in your train of thought to even realize what they were saying.

“Y/N.” Levi snapped his fingers in your face and your eyes shot up to meet his, the scary plain look on his face and you could automatically tell he was irritated.

Erwin had looked across the room, noticing you zoning out and he tried not to think too hard about it, you two were at work- not at home but he felt like there was something wrong, maybe you were upset or too in a depressing mood to work.

As the meeting went on, it had finished up and Erwin had asked for you to come to his office and at first you thought that he had caught on and it had actually excited you a bit but the both of your thoughts were far from similar.

Once you stepped inside, you turn to face him as he shut his door and you reached out to grab a hold of his hands. He had looked at you with concern and before he could ask you what’s going on, you had smashed your lips onto his.

He was a bit taken back but he couldn’t deny that he liked the sudden kiss from you and he wasn’t too phased since it was inside his office. Your hands had moved up to cup his cheeks and eventually sliding them back to tangle in his hair, both of your lips molded together.

Suddenly the door had creaked open and someone had grunted loud enough for the both of you to hear. Erwin had ripped away from you, both of your eyes moving to meet with Levi’s as he shot you both a disgusting look.

“Please, there’s a lock on the door for a reason.” He rolled his eyes, walking inside and slamming the papers on Erwin’s desk before returning to the door.

“My apologies.” Erwin spoke, making you hold back a laugh at how red his face was from embarrassment.

“Tch, save it. Just lock the fucking door.” Levi shut the door behind him and that’s when a laugh had slipped past your lips.

Erwin was completely flustered, his cheeks heated up and the look of fear knowing Levi had caught the both of you making out. You didn’t find it that much of a big deal, it was Erwin’s office after all- not his fault that Levi didn’t know how to knock.

“Whats so funny?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement at your small fit of giggles as you shook your head.

“It’s funny how flustered you are.”

“I’m not flustered.”

“Hun, your face is more red than a tomato.” You pointed out and he huffed out a breath, moving to sit down at his desk trying to rid of the thoughts of being walked in on.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad. We were just kissing.” You teased, leaning over his desk to place another kiss on his lips and he looked up at you, the small smile edging in his lips.

Erwin remained silent, his large hand reaching up and caressing one of your cheeks as his thumb brushed over you skin slowly. He released another breath, the sight of you instantly making his nerves calm down and the embarrassment slip away.

“Still humiliating.” He said sacrastically, a gentle chuckle leaving his lips and you rolled your eyes.

“Better get over that thought because I’m not finished with you yet.” You mumbled, grabbing a hold of his chin and he had looked at you surprised.

You couldn’t care less about Levi walking in, your main thoughts were still on your boyfriend and the previous thoughts you’ve been having all day and being seen making out wasnt going to stop you from getting what you wanted.

“Oh?” He simply said, collecting his thoughts and finally realizing what you had been talking about and it made him realize why you’ve been zoning out all day. It made sense.

“This time, lock the door.”

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Hange:

Now, Hange never cared what anyone thought whether it was about her or her work so she wasn’t ashamed or phased in the slightest when she got into a relationship and she sure wasn’t embarrassed to show it off and to show you off.

But you, on the other hand, were the opposite. You were really shy and awkward when it came to opening up and you were always flustered when it came to the Scouts teasing you about your relationship.

You weren’t embarrassed or ashamed to be with her, you were more than in love with her but you weren’t used to this sort of attention, you’ll admit that she’s actually your first relationship so you were still getting used to it.

You worked under her, being apart of her team and helping her with a lot of research studies she was obsessed with, that was the main reason why you two gotten so close.

As you stood inside her little lab, sitting on a stool and reading over papers while she mumbled to herself about some theory she was testing out. You glanced over at her when her mumbling got louder. Hange is always unaware when she starts talking to herself when working, you thought it was cute.

All of a sudden a loud excited scream left her lips, almost startling you and she jumped up.

“I figured it out!” She laughed more to herself, completely forgetting you were in the room as she grabbed her pen and began to scribble down on her journal.

“Figured what out?” You spoke, your eyes turning back to the paper before you and her eyes shot towards you.

“Something about Eren’s titan form.” She couldn’t hold back the excitement running through her veins as the adrenaline was pumping through, making her more hyper than ever.

She went over to where you were, her arms wrapping around you from behind and she glanced over your shoulder to see what you were reading before sliding it away from your vision.

You turned your head, raising a eyebrow all while the butterflies swarmed your stomach when her grip around you tightened, her lips planting a gentle kiss on your cheek, making your cheeks grow red.

“What?” You asked, noticing how concentrated she was on you and you were almost convinced you had something on your face.

“Nothing nothing, I’m just happy is all.” Her voice was low, making a small smile come across your lips.

Hange couldn’t help the overwhelming amount of love she had for you. She was deeply in love, more than she can explain out loud and it was never her intention to fall for one of her cadets or anyone in the Scouts period.

But the day you came in after the training corps, set on being under her team and wanting to work with her little experiments and loving her theories just as much as she did- she suddenly fell right into that deep hole with you.

She always thought that she would only be in love with her work and her job. She never seen herself with anyone before you only because everyone thought she was crazy for being so obsessive over the Titans and wanting to learn their way of thinking and behavior.

But you, pushed her in the right direction and always gave her good advice and made her feel more confident in her work, even though she was pretty confident before but having you was like a big bonus.

You could tell she had gotten lost in her train of thought again, she always zoned out and thought about you and it was always cute to see. Soon she had snapped out of her, her attention back onto you and she leaned down to press her lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, definitely meaningful to the both of you. Your hand moved up to cup her cheek to keep her in place, tilting your head and leaning more into her. The small make out session was starting to get heated pretty fast but it ended abruptly when the door had opened, both of your eyes shooting over to the door to see Eren.

“Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t- I wasn’t- I didn’t see anything.” He stuttered, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind him.

“Don’t worry about it, kid!” Hange shouted as Eren’s face turned bright red, quickly walking down the hallway and away from the room, trying to rid the scene he just witnessed.

She turned to look back at you, your face completely flustered and bright red again. The embarrassment lingered over your head like a rainy cloud and she couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“So humiliating.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you looked down to hide your face considering how hot your skin was.

She quickly grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at her, the small smirk on her face had made you almost melt beneath her fingertips. Her lips kissed your red cheek a few times, trying to hold back her laugh.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s his fault he barged in here.”

“I’m still embarrassed.”

“Don’t be!”

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Anywhooooo, been a long few days. 🥺

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eraserhead | aizawa shouta x reader

ao3

word count: ~5k

Shouta has many exhausting days, but you're always there for him when he finally comes home. And, he decides to show you how much he appreciates it.

(Or, domestic Shouta dick on hard!)

warnings: domestic fluff & smut, domestic aizawa, face-sitting, cutesy shit 

Shouta’s day had been so fucking long. Training with 1-A had been more of a nightmare than it had been in a long while. It resulted in about a third of the class needing Recovery Girl’s healing while the remainder received a harsh scolding on lack of restraint. He made sure to sprinkle on a few administrative threats for good measure, but all in all, it really soured his mood for the rest of the day.

After a quick nap and 24 ounces of black coffee, he took to his evening patrol as normal. For whatever reason, the streets were also a shitshow. He had to track down and subdue a petty burglar who had robbed a few street vendors. Shouta also detained a few muggers as well, all preying on women stepping out of a new, neon-lit club. It wasn’t particularly hard as these weren’t coordinated criminals, but rather drunken idiots who needed some sense and respect slapped into them. All the same, it was tiring and a little disheartening. 

By the time his patrol was finished, he was so exhausted. The caffeine had long burned from his system and all he wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep as long as possible.

Shouta made his way back to his apartment, checking his phone on the way. He couldn’t help the swelling in his chest as he saw a text from you, cute as always.

  from “y/n”, 9:32 PM

  “y/n”: miss you honey!! i made dinner and put some leftovers in the fridge for you!

“y/n”: - love you shouta baby <3

  His heart warmed. 

The two of you had been dating for quite some time, though it was one of his best-kept secrets. You didn’t mind, truthfully. You had a flexible job freelancing, so your schedule molded to the needs of a hero very well. The dates you took were carefully planned and often shrouded, but you never complained. Only a few of Shouta’s colleagues knew of your relationship, and they were sworn to secrecy. All of the external smoke and mirrors just added to the reticent, underground allure that “Eraserhead” cultivated. It was one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place. 

Shouta arrived back at your shared apartment, unlocking the door and heaving a sigh. He could see the light of the TV illuminating the living room. Your shadow was cast on a wall, disrupted as one of your cats sprung up to greet Shouta at the door. A small smile spread on his face as he reached to scratch her fluffy white chin.

You shifted off the couch, moving towards Shouta as well, “Looks like Mochi missed you.”

As you swayed towards him, Shouta was unable to help how his eyes raked down your comfortably dressed body. You were only wearing a cropped t-shirt and soft, high-waisted sleep shorts that gave a delightful peek at your ass. You swayed up to him, slowly wrapping your arms around his shoulders while he instinctively went to your waist, squeezing lightly.

He chuckled as you pressed a few playful kisses to his cheeks and stubble, “Looks like she’s not the only kitten who missed me.”

At the comment, you flushed and buried your face in his neck, giving it a playful nip, “Asshole. I always miss you.”

Shouta rumbled out an acknowledging hum. He knew this all too well. There were many nights he came home in the early hours of the morning to find you passed out on the couch spooning Mochi. He always made careful work to carry you to bed tucked against his chest, whispering sweet nothings as you became listless in his arms. Often, this would evolve into sleepy, tender fucking. Sleepy embraces of soft skin that turned into soft peaks and sweaty bodies. Though, just as often, the two of you dissolved with each other into deep sleep. 

But, this night, you were wide awake and safely in his arms.

Mochi curled around your feet as Shouta coaxed you from his neck. You withdrew only to cup his jaw in your soft hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Shouta shivered; he would never tire of feeling the plushness of your lips on his own. You felt his shudder, laughing lightly against his lips.

You pulled back, rubbing his shoulders, “As much as I love this, I know that you haven’t eaten dinner and I made some incredibly good soup and bread earlier if you’d like some.”

Shouta smiled, something you saw more than anyone else and you cherished that face, “Of course. Thank you, kitten.”

“Asshole,” You jolted forward at the nickname to kiss his nose before twirling from his grip to practically skip towards the kitchen, out of sight.

Shouta rolled his eyes in false annoyance, but truthfully he found your perpetual embarrassment over his jests endearing. Despite having lived together for nearly two years and been in a relationship for several more, he was still able to rile you up and fluster you with just a few words. Shouta craved it and he knew that you did too.

Shouta bent down, giving Mochi a few more scritches as your older, less spry, senior kitty, Artichoke, finally came lumbering over to greet him. Shouta alternated between taking off his boots and petting the cats before straightening up and draping his capture weapon over a hook by the door. 

He walked to the kitchen, stretching his arms above his head, watching with a fondness he could extend to you. 

You padded around the kitchen, unaware of his gaze, too absorbed in your own doings. The aforementioned soup was on the stove, heating up. You always insisted on warming things up in the oven or on the stove, insisting that it preserved the taste and quality of the food better. It took a lot longer, but Shouta didn’t mind. It made you happy.

You gave the soup a stir, nodding to yourself and stepping back to boost yourself atop a countertop, tapping through your phone.

Shouta walked soundlessly between your thighs on the countertop, placing his large, calloused hands at the juncture between your hips and upper thighs. Your eyes darted up to meet his, a sweet smile coming to your face as you placed your phone back on the counter. Languidly, you rested your arms on his shoulders, lightly pulling him and tangling a hand in his messy, raven hair. 

“How was your day?” You asked, rubbing a thumb at the base of Shouta’s skull, eliciting a rumble of pleasure low in his chest.

 Shouta pressed his face into your shoulder, half nuzzling into it, “Very long, and very tedious.”

You hummed, turning your head to press a very well deserved kiss to Shouta’s temple, “You wanna talk about it?”

Early in your relationship with Shouta, you learned that you had to prompt Shouta to talk about his feelings, thoughts, and well, a lot of things, directly. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to (especially with you, he very much wanted to share his life with you), he just wasn’t used to many folks listening. 

But, you were there to listen. Always, it seemed.

Shouta shook his head, “Nothing overwhelmingly bad. Just a bit worse than normal. I’m just happy to be home.

“I’m happy you’re home too,” You replied gently, nudging Shouta’s head from your shoulder to press your foreheads together. “Do you have patrol in the morning?”

“No, I have tomorrow off,” Shouta cupped your jaw, kissing you with a soft reverence. It was gentle, mellow and slow. His other hand squeezed your hip, feeling soft flesh give way to bone. 

His dick twitched.

...

So it was one of those nights.

Shouta licked into your mouth, giving your bottom lip a quick nip. You shuddered in his grasp, arching your back into him. One of your legs began to hook around his waist-

And then incredibly loud sizzling shocked the air. 

You jolted back, looking past Shouta to the pot of warming soup.

“Shit!” You cursed. Shouta moved back, going to stir the soup, lowering the heat as you were at his heels.

“Well, at least it's warm now,” You laughed from behind him, while he dished himself up some of the fragrant soup.

  The two of you settled on the couch, Shouta quietly eating and listening to you as you filled him in on your day. You recounted how you went to the coffee shop on the corner, then scoped out a new cat cafe that was opening up across town. Your work could be done from almost anywhere, and you took advantage of that through your romps around town. You always had such cute stories about your day.

Shouta couldn’t lie and say that your wanderings didn’t worry him. He knew all too well the types that lurked in the shadows and would jump at the chance to take advantage of someone like you. But, you also weren’t reckless. Hell, truthfully, Shouta underestimated you early in your trysts, thinking you weren’t nearly as capable as you were. 

You laid your head on Shouta’s shoulder as he set the dish of soup aside, mostly finished. 

“Thoughts? Pretty good, right?” You asked, pressing a kiss to Shouta’s clothed shoulder. 

Shouta nodded, wrapping an arm around you and squeezing, “Very good. Your cooking is always very good.”

Though, it wasn’t his favorite meal of yours he liked eating. He could only pray that your cunt be his last meal on death row.

...

Shouta could survive on granola bars and apple sauce and had for a long time. The minute you two moved in together, you tried to always keep some leftovers in the fridge or freezer for Shouta to graze on. You were insistent that your role as house chef had nothing to do with antiquated gender roles, but rather that Shouta was a compliant guinea pig for new recipes. Either way, Shouta wouldn’t have minded. Truly, the closest you ever got to the ‘housewife’ archetype was the one time Shouta walked in on you in a sinfully cute skirt and frilly, pink apron when you were making literal goddamn bread.

That was also the first day Shouta fucked you over the kitchen counter. He remembers it very fondly and with a rock hard cock. 

You rose, stretching your arms above your head. The crop of your shirt rode up deliciously (and intentionally) showing off the supple skin of your waist and just a sliver of underboob. Your cute, sleep shorts, patterned with moons and stars, moved just perfectly to show the curves of your ass and thighs.

  You cleared your throat, giving him a knowing look with dilated pupils, “Something up, Shou’?”

“No, nothing at all,” Shouta rose up off the couch, having more than a few inches of height on you as he moved to rub his hands up and down your arms. “I’m gonna wash up.”

“Sounds perfect,” You stretched on your tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss, before turning on a heel to walk to the bedroom, a small parade of cats following you. 

Washing up consisted of taking a shower to wash off the grime of the day and throwing on a pair of boxer briefs and a long sleeve shirt. It was one that you frequently wore (read: stole), and it carried a bit of your scent with it. 

When he entered your bedroom, hair tied up, Shouta couldn’t stop looking at you.

He’s really not sure what changed about him. It was probably age, but something about domesticity got his dick hard. Coming home to someplace, something, some one stable made him feel warm and safe in a way that felt so new. He fucking cherished it. 

Just like he cherished you. 

You were up on your knees on the bed, playing with Mochi with a stuffed mouse toy. You hadn’t realized he had entered the room, cutely oblivious in your comfort.

 A moment later, you noticed him, all sleepy eyes and warmth.

You seized your playing and smiling, “Sleepy, dear? Come to bed.”

And oh, he did. 

Shouta went to his side of the bed (he loved that), climbing onto the mattress and pulling you into his lap.  His back rested on the headboard while yours was snug to his chest. His legs were laid out flat while yours were bent at the knees as he stroked them up and down. They were all plush, soft skin. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to mark them, be buried between them, or have them wrapped around his waist while he bruised your cervix.

His nimble fingers traced up and down your curves in a way that he knew would make you shudder.

Shouta loved the way you trembled at his touch. 

“Maybe I’m not so sleepy,” Shouta broke the almost silence. He squeezed the meat of your inner thighs, moving closer to the hem of your sinfully small sleep shorts. 

You chuckled, “I couldn’t tell.”

You ground backward, making Shouta’s cock twitch.

Goddammit. 

Shouta was exhausted. Truly and thoroughly worn out, yet he wanted nothing more than to be suffocated between your thighs. Maybe laying between them or maybe-

“Hey, kitten,” Shouta purred into your ear, tucking your hair behind your ear. He kissed softly, speaking lovely and deep. “Would you mind doing me a favor— just since I am a bit tired?”

You took a shuddering exhale, nodding as Shouta’s hands drifted between your upper thighs and the softness of your tummy, “O-of course.”

Shouta grinned, licking the shell of your ear, popping a gasp from you, “How about you sit your pretty little cunt on my face, hm?”

You breathed, wriggling against him with a whine, “S-Shouta—”. 

He truly wished he could see the bashful blush that was surely staining your cheekbones. 

You squirmed in his lap, “Are you sure? I know you’re tired, you don’t have to.”

He hummed, nodding, and moving your hair away from your neck. Shouta didn’t dare lavish it with the kisses he so wanted to. No— he merely fanned his breath and watched your squirm. In a low, growling voice he spoke into your ear, knowing how instantly wet you got for it, “Let me lay down and I’ll show you how much I want to.”

You turned back to look at him, immediately going in for an incredibly sweet kiss. Shouta swears he could taste sugar on your lips as you pull away. You perfectly juxtaposed his lust, all candied reverence and a honeyed tongue. 

You shifted, allowing Shouta to properly lay on the bed. He took note of the small, nervous tugging of your hands as you watched him. Your cheeks were flushed with want and thighs squeezed together tightly. 

God, you were precious.

Shouta couldn’t help himself. He dragged your lips down to meet his own as he settled his body onto the sheets. Your hands wove into his damp hair, rubbing a small, deep circle at his skull. Shouta couldn’t help the low moan that pulled from his chest. 

You knew just how to touch him, even in simple ways. 

Even from Shouta’s spot lying down, he was able to pull off your shorts and discard them to the floor. Your legs were vaguely unshaven, perfectly perfect.

(When the two of you first had started seeing each other, you had been so meticulous about your appearance and hygiene. You still kept good on both of them, sure, but, he’d seen you relax more and more as you got used to him. At heart, you were a bashful thing and took quite a bit of time and patience. He adored it, adored you.

You hovered over Shouta, pressing your petal-soft lips against his own. His hands, all calluses, and scars, wrapped around your thighs in their own foreplay. You stuttered a moan into his mouth which he drank greedily. Fuck his exhaustion, taking you in made him feel more alive than any cup of coffee or adrenaline rush would.

Slowly, you positioned yourself above Shouta’s half-drooling mouth. Your face was flushed, eyes trying to look anywhere other than at the man between your thighs. There was clear anxiety in how you were shifting and tensing. Definitely turned on, but a bit unsure. 

“Kitten, do you want to keep going?” Shouta asked softly. As much as he wanted this, he was well aware that for you, this was a fairly vulnerable position on a good day. Sometimes, being this exposed made you a bit too skittish to have a good time. 

“N-no, it’s okay,” You reached down to run a hand through his hair, pulling it fully from its tie. “Ya’ know, I just get nervous.”

You give him a soft smile, one that’s full of trust and love that took months to years of love to foster and grow. And now? It was mirrored so well between the two of you. 

God he loved you. He loved it. He loved you.  

Shouta wrapped his arms securely around your waist, hands digging into the plush bits above your hips. It was his wordless reply, positioning you perfectly to ride his face. 

Shouta moved a hand to your soft stomach, gently rubbing a thumb lower and lower. You shuddered, almost grinding down onto Shouta’s waiting mouth. He prevents you, holding you up to tease you just the slightest bit.

You huff above him, but it quickly dissolves into a tremor-filled moan as Shouta’s thumb slowly traced as the velvet of your folds. 

He circled your clit, moving to give it a few slow circles. He could literally watch the wetness begin to pool around your cunt. 

He couldn’t help himself.

The muscles in his thick arms tensed, dragging your thighs down to rest squarely on either side of his face. Your pussy rested firmly against his mouth, weeping. 

You cried out above him, steadying yourself on the headboard.

The smell of you was all around him. God, he could hardly breathe but he could hardly fucking care. Your cunt was the place he wanted to drown, die, and be at peace in.

He gave you a lick from cunt to clit with the flat of his tongue, trying to taste all of you in one go. You tightened your thighs around his head, moaning and resting your head against the wall, braced by an arm.

  “S-Shouta,” Oh, your voice was begging. It made his cock throb. “ More.”

Did he fucking heed your request.

With everything he had, your thighs were constricted by his grip and your pussy was fully suffocating him. 

Shouta licked into you, swirling his tongue at your entrance. He sucked at your clit, hard, and proceeded to roughly drag you down when you reflexively lifted your hips away from his mouth. Shouta worked his lips against your cunt and clit with vigor. He could feel the way your slick wetted his facial hair and clung to his cheeks. Your thighs were dampening with sweat and arousal and Shouta was fucking drowning in it.  

He gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, causing you to bounce upwards with a cracking shriek before Shouta dragged you back down again. You bore down on him, panting so sweetly above him.

He pulled away from your pussy for only a moment, “Touch your tits for me, kitten.”

Your hands shakily slid towards your chest, tweaking at your own nipples as soft moans spilled from your kiss-bruised lips. 

Shouta took the opportunity to bite and suck at your inner thighs, leaving sweet little marks in his wake. One of his hands went to roughly palm at your ass, giving it a quick slap in the process. Your hips stuttered, then fully ground down on Shouta’s tongue. 

He took a spare moment to splay one of your thighs a little bit wider for balance, allowing him to move his own arms. He’d rub the soreness out of it tomorrow, gladly. He removed his mouth from you for just a moment to take a few deep breaths, before slowly crooking a finger into you. You shook with each moment, thighs twitching around Shouta’s face. He fully plunged the finger in, bringing a soft gasp tumbling from you. He smirked against your cunt, tongue fully attending to your clit. You were slowly starting to descend into obscenities and pleads.

“ P-please, Shouta!” You wept out, all for him, just for him. He revels in it. “ M-more!”

He obliged without thought.

Shouta spelled sweet nothings on your clit at a brutal pace. He can’t help teasing you just a little by not fully crooking his fingers just right. This earns him a desperate whine from you and a delicious squeeze of your thighs from around his skull. His ability to breathe is definitely being compromised, but god if he ever wanted it back. Suffocating on your cunt was his goddamn sacred rite and he’d be damned not to do so perfectly. 

“S-Shou’,” You stuttered out from on top of him, one of your hands fisting in his hair and forcing him deeper into your pussy still. Shouta has no doubt your face is flushed and damp with sweat. “ Please—”

Maybe on a different day, Shouta would tease and make you beg for it. But, not that day. On that day, he wanted nothing more than for you to cum on his face.

He repositioned his fingers, suddenly and harshly curling them against that particular, perfect spot in your pussy. You let out a sharp moan, bearing down on him. 

“ Fuck, Shouta!” You breathed harshly, crying out with each lick and suck. 

Shouta drilled the spot inside of you, feeling slick practically pour down onto his face. God. He adored you. 

“I-I’m close—” Your voice was cut by your cry as Shouta gave you a particularly harsh suck to your clit. 

He already knew. Your pussy was fluttering and tightening around his fingers. 

Shouta free around tugged you down the hardest and harshest he could. You were smothering him, and holy fuck he loved it. Loud squelching sounds and his own breathing were all Shouta could hear as he brought you to a tumbling orgasm.

You screamed his name, so prettily, so well , on your lips and your hips stuttered and faltered against his face. The hand that wasn’t finger fucking you senseless helped prop you up as your muscles spasmed. 

Your hands had flown to your mouth, judging by the muffled nature of your cries of adoration. It was a habit of yours Shouta was trying to help you break, carefully. He gave your ass a sharp smack as you were coming down from your orgasm. Your hands quickly came down your face and instead intertwined with Shouta’s messy hair.

Shouta refused to let up on your cunt. You were twitched around him, moans coming out as broken babbles. His fingers drove into you and his tongue flicked at your clit, hoping to draw a second orgasm from you.

“S-Shouta!” Oh, Shouta loved how broken and hoarse your voice was. “T-too much!”

Shouta stopped abruptly, pulling his fingers from you and allowing you to move and rest.

You moved to straddle Shouta’s waist and god were you a sight.

Your hair was messy, frizzed, and wild with your own pulling in ecstasy. Your face was thoroughly flushed, a few tears coming from the corners of your eyes. Shouta could even see your thighs glistened with slick and his own spit. 

Shouta propped himself up to sit (somewhat), glancing at his wet fingers.

“Open your mouth, kitten,” It was a soft order, but you obliged nonetheless. You opened with your tongue just a bit out, eyes wanting.

Shouta gently grabbed your jaw, hooking a finger inside your mouth so you weren’t able to close it. His wet fingers slipped in, smearing your juices across your tongue. 

You closed around them, sucking weakly in your post-orgasmic state. Shouta could clearly see your exhaustion, and his own was creeping back up on him, albeit slowly.

He withdrew his fingers and hand, voice low, “Swallow like a good girl.”

You nodded, eagerly complying. Shouta watched the gentle bob of your throat.

“Oh, kitten, ” Shouta praised you with a voice like honey. “You did so well.”

You shifted to sit on his hips, wet cunt over his straining, boxer-covered hard-on. You leaned to kiss Shouta softly. You lick into his mouth to taste yourself, shuddering against him. 

God, he really loved you. 

“You too tired for anymore, kitten?” Shouta cupped your face as he drew away. 

You gave him a soft laugh, pressing your smooth cheek into his scarred, callous hands, “I should be asking you that.”

“My dick is currently rock hard from drowning in you, so you could say I’m not too tired right now.” Shouta purred as you melted against him, straddling him fully and arching your back the slightest bit. You were such a good kitten for him. 

You pressed soft kisses into Shouta’s neck, nipping his jaw, “You could fuck my face? Get me as messy as you like?”

As much as thinking about your fucked out, fucked up face got Shouta leaking, he wasn’t in that particular mood. Another night.

“Sit on my cock, kitten,” Shouta turned to kiss your temple, hands pushing and pulling at your waist.

You drew away, giving him a bit of a concerned look, “Shou’ I don’t know if I have that in me.”

Shouta shook his head, dropping his voice even lower, “I’ll be doing all the work, kitten. Promise.”

You still looked anxious, unable to meet Shouta’s eyes. Sometimes, you froze up like this, in intimate moments. You spun in your head with only fear.

“(Y/N),” Shouta called you with your name, pulling you from your worries. You met his eyes. “We can stop if you’re uncomfortable, it’s alright.”

“No, no,” You shook your head. “ I’m genuinely afraid my legs will give out. I feel all jello-ish right now.”

You laughed softly, Shouta squeezing your hips.

“Oh, kitten,” Shouta chuckled himself, thumbs rubbing soft circles against your skin. “ I said I’ll be doing all the work. You can be a good cocksleeve for me, hm?”

You audibly choked, then nodded. Shouta just hummed laughter, watching you squirm for him.

“Be a good girl and sit on my cock then,” Shouta lowered his gaze at you.

You put yourself more upright, grabbing his cock in a soft grip. Shouta was rock hard from eating you out, angry and red. You stroked him a few times, spitting on the head and slicking him down. You lined him up to your dripping cunt, shaking legs raising to pull in his cock so beautifully.

Shouta was big and you visibly felt it as you sank down on him. Your eyes fluttered and your body shook as he filled you up. 

Both of you were breathing in puffs, Shouta growling as you bottomed out. He smoothed a hand over your stomach as your body twitched. Shouta’s breath hitches as he swears he can feel his cock through your stomach. 

He gripped the side of your body, fingers digging into the flesh and fat, and with abandon and the strength of thighs, he fucked up into you. 

You nearly screeched as he did, hands going to Shouta’s torso for purchase. You screamed exclamatives as Shouta’s cock so perfectly filled you up. Your cunt was hot and gooey around him and Shouta knew he wasn’t going to last too long.

Your body bounced with his, your expression twisting as one of your own hands went to rub your clit. Particularly hard, Shouta slammed up into you and pushed your hips to meet him. 

“ Kitten,” He growled, repeating the motion, but slower. “Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.”

You nodded hastily, moving your hand, dissolving into soft pleads for Shouta to keep fucking moving.

He made good on his word to do all the work.

Shouta’s pace sped up, wet squelches filling the room. You were moaning in tandem with each thrust, both getting closer and closer to climax. 

Finally, Shouta relented and massaged your clit with his thumb, watching your expression break for him. Your body sagged, face to Shouta’s neck, fanning sweet breath sticky to his skin.

“Cum on my cock, kitten,” Shouta nearly fucking commanded you to. You shook for a moment, grinding down as Shouta fucked you so well. You clenched so beautifully on his cock, sobbing in relief as Shouta’s thumb moved faster, allowing you to tumble over the edge of your peak.

Shouta couldn’t hold back. He was relentless in the way he grabbed your hips and fucked you. He bruised your cervix as he reached his own climax, nails digging into the meat of your hips as he growled out your name. 

His cum filled you up so nicely as he fucked you through his own orgasm. You were nearly sobbing into his neck, hands fisting into his knotted hair, begging for a reprieve. Shouta slowed, a hand pushing your heaving chest up so he could see you better.

You sat so divinely on his cock. You were thoroughly red, thoroughly bitten, and bruised up just right. Your eyes were glassy and your lips parted.

Shouta gave one more, weaker, thrust up into you.

You hissed, letting out a shaking breath, “ S-Shouta—”

Oh, you were spent. And, so was he. 

He gently pulled you off his cock, watching your slick and his cum coat your thighs. Part of him wanted to lap it up and tongue fuck you again , but he was much more inclined to pull you to his chest.

You immediately tangled your legs together, pressing your face into his chest. You half-heartedly groaned into his chest, “I thought you said you were tired.”

“I was,” Shouta pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Still am.”

You snorted out a laugh and tried to move even closer. Shouta wrapped his arms around you, squeezing before moving off the bed. You whined, but he just tsked.

He returned with a soft, wet towel. He gently cleaned you, pressing a kiss or two to your oversensitive thighs and sweat-slick tummy.

Finally, he slid in with you, both of you somewhat clean and more than sated. 

You were already half dozing as Shouta pulled you into him, running a hand through your hair. 

He truly adored you and would show you, time and time again, exhausted or not.  

[ppersonna]

love like this - pjm | m

never used to get excited to sit here in the silence. holdin' on to something the way im holding you.  didn't used to know how fast time walks and runs and flies by. i never thought i’d feel so deeply, but damn, i do - love like this, ben rector

↳ summary- Jimin wants to make sure this birthday is your favorite one yet.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- park jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, fluff, good god this is so fluffy because i am going through it right now.  

↳ warnings- shower sex, oral sex (f receiving), praising, fluffy dirty talk, jimin being best boy, cute sex, light breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up babes!), jimin internally waxing poetic about oral sex lolol

↳ a/n - hi babies! i am in my feels right now and whipped this out because 1- its jimin and he’s my actual baby and 2- i lowkey dreamed abt this sort of scenario and im....... emotionally unwell llllloooooollll. i really hope you like this! i super recommend listening to the song in the title/summary because fuck its CUTE and sums up alot of this relationship!  pls feel free to comment, message, talk to me in any way! i love you lots!

“Wake up, my love.”

Jimin’s whispers in your ear is like hearing the harps of heaven.  The way it vibrates and rolls down your spine feels like silk.  It doesn't startle you awake like it should, it simply awakens your consciousness.

Your eyes flutter open and the blinking red light of your alarm clock is the first thing you see.  

11:54 pm.

You must have fallen asleep waiting for your boyfriend to return home from work, like you said you would. You had plans.  Tomorrow is your birthday and Jimin wanted to spend the night beforehand with you.  It was some sort of tradition, dedicating the night before a birthday to each other.   It started out friendly, back when you both denied yourself the feelings you were both falling in.   It lasted through the years, and through the relationship changes.

“Sorry, I fell asleep,” you mutter through a half-awake yawn.  

He smiles at you from where he stands above.  His hair falls in his face slightly, and he reaches his hand out to cup your cheek.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I’m late.  Hobi kept us at practice until we had the dance down.  You know how that goes…” he sighs.  

You roll to sit up in bed and nod at the boy in front of you.  

“I’m going to go shower, okay princess?” He states as he lowers himself to sit on the bed for a moment. “I’ll be back once I’m not drenched in sweat.”

You wrinkle your nose playfully at the thought, and he touches the tip of it lightly.  There’s no need to exchange any more words.  Jimin leans forward and captures your lips in for a kiss.

It’s sweet, so sweet it makes you nearly slide back down into bed into a puddle.  He tastes like chapstick and sweat.  He holds you there, kissing you like you’re the only person on earth he cares to be around, before he pulls away and smiles.

“Go back to sleep, baby.  I’ll wake you up when I’m back.”

He stands and enters the en-suite bathroom, yellow light from the bathroom flooding into the darkened bedroom.  He closes the door, but not all the way, so you can hear the way the water falls and his humming echoing against the tile walls.

You’re awake now—you stretch and yawn for a moment in bed before you decide to join in the shower with Jimin.

His back is turned to you when you pad into the bathroom and peer through the glass shower door.  He’s humming his own song—it’s probably stuck in his head from practicing through the choreo all day.

He notices your presence by the chill of the air wafting through the open door.

“My baby,” he murmurs as he spots your sleepy smile.  “Come join me.”

The door to the shower swings wide open and he stands in the spray as he watches you undress.

His eyes follow your hands as they tug at the t-shirt covering your frame.  It’s old—from back in your college days, but Jimin finds it more alluring than any lingerie.  It’s so classically you it makes his heart beat fast in his chest.  He’ll forever associate the baggy shirt with the way you look in the mornings, messy hair and wrapped in his blankets in his bed.  It’s domestic and sweet.  

The shirt comes off and Jimin swears his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of your body.  It’s been years now that you’ve been together, and yet it still feels like the first time all the time.  You’re undeniably attractive, of course you are, but it’s more than just that.  It’s the freckles that dot your shoulders, the scar on your stomach from your appendix surgery, the color of your skin tickled gold from the sun.  It all culminates to be more than a seductive body with luscious curves.  It’s you.

The shorts come next.  Jimin is sure they’re an old pair of his boxers and the sentiment of you in his clothing pounds hard in his chest.  He’s hypnotised by your long legs, soft hips, thighs that meet in the middle so softly and gently. He loves your body, every inch and curve and delicate sway.  He watched as you struggled as a teenager to love and accept your body in its state.  You hated the way it seemed too much, not like the others in school.  Jimin thinks your body is the perfect mold. He loves the way his hands fit in the hourglass curve of your waist.  He loves the plushness of your hips and solid strong thighs that hold you up with confidence. 

Jimin loves every single inch of you and hasn’t stopped telling you that since the day he confessed his feelings to you.

“Come to me,” he whispers.  His eyes drag up and down your body, before they settle at your own eyes.  “I need you.”

You’re loathe to deny any request from the man, especially one that sounds so sweet.

The tile floor is heated from the temperature of the water.  Jimin’s always liked the showers to nearly roast the skin off him.  His hair is slicked back and his tanned and toned arms open for you—your favorite spot to slip into is the spot he designates between his arms for you, only you.

Your body presses against his and he’s warm, so warm that you audibly moan and press further into him.  He feels like bliss.  His arms encircle you and pull you tight around the middle while yours circle his neck.  Any stress or discomfort in your body floats away with the steam of the shower as you rest your head on his damp collarbones. Jimin’s comforting grasp, and the way he presses his wet lips into your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, is the balm for all your wounds.

“I think it’s midnight,” he whispers as his hands smooth up and down your back.  “It’s your birthday, baby.”

A smile spreads across your face, and you bury your blushing cheeks into his chest.

“I’m ollllddd,” you whine playfully and he pokes your sides with a laugh.

“Oh shush,” he chides.  “You’re not that old… you’re just older than me.”

“Jimin!”  You lift your head and gasp and Jimin throws his head back in laughter.  You can’t help but join in, but your hands tickle at his sides, regardless.

“Okay, okay! I give!” He chokes through his laughter. “Mercy, please.”

You grant his plea and soon the laughter dies down and you hold each other tight, allowing the water to cascade down your joined bodies.

“I love you,” he whispers as he presses his lips to your neck and shell of your ear.  “I’m so lucky to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday, every year.”

A lump in your throat forms and your eyes mist over.  Jimin’s always been the one.  He would wait up with you all night long every year of your birthday.  He’d sleep over at your house in high school, stay on the phone with you during his idol training days, facetime with you while on tour across the country.  Jimin’s been the one.

“I love you, Jimin.”

Finally, your lips meet where they’re magnetized to most.  His plushy pink lips are turning red from the heat of the shower and they feel like warm pillows against your own.  His hands wrap around you possessively, and he holds you like he doesn’t want to break you and like he can’t get enough all in one grip.

As he kisses you, he guides you down to the granite bench of the shower.  It was an addition Jimin insisted on when building the house.  Initially, you resisted and thought the idea too gaudy and expensive, but now that you’re here, being pressed into the warm rock surface, you’re thankful Jimin didn’t let up.

“Let me give you your first gift,” he whispers as he finally pulls his lips away from yours.

You’re breathless.  You press your back against the wall of the shower and nod dumbly at the man above you.  He adjusts the spray of the shower so it continues to bathe the two of you in warmth—he refuses to make you uncomfortable for even just a second.

Jimin stands before you, and you’re reaching to grasp at his hardened length to take what you think he intends to give you, but he bats your hands away.

“No, my love,” he coos as he lowers himself to his knees. “Today is all about you.”

Shivers erupt down your spine and your nipples prickle at the sensation.  Jimin smiles as he watches the buds wrinkle and harden on your skin and he leans forward to pull one into his mouth.   It feels hot, hotter than the water pouring onto your skin, and soft mewling noises escape you.

Jimin’s always known your hot spots.  He spent the first 6 months of your dating life nearly writing a thesis on what spots you loved most, where you reacted the best when he focused his attention.  He’s learned that worshipping your body with slow and languid kisses and licks has your internal temperature heating to its boiling point.

He sucks gently, nibbles the buds in his mouth as he palms the other with his hand.  He loves the way you feel in his grasp, the weight of your pretty breasts filling his palms. He’s obsessed with every curve that makes the shape of you.  He can’t get enough.  He thinks he’s memorized your body in his sleep.

You gasp his name and arch your back to allow him more room, more access to your chest.  He laves his tongue around the nipple he sucked on, before he switches to the other.  He never lets them remain untouched for long—his tongue works on one while his fingers grasp the other.  

Your legs spread open unconsciously, core dripping with heat comparable to the steamy shower above you.  

“Please, Jimin,” you gasp out as he nibbles a bit and pops a bud out of his mouth.  

His face shows no sign of teasing, no intent on making you beg or earn.  Jimin is dominant with you, through and through, but tonight he has no intention of making you kneel before him or beg for his cock.  He wants to worship you, wants to pour his love out with his tongue against your clit.  And he intends to make it known how deep that love goes.

“Yes, my baby,” he whispers as his lips trail up your collar and neck to kiss at your lips.  

His baby.  You shiver at the sound of the possessiveness in his voice.   It never fails to make you weak, to have you eating out of the palm of his hands.  You’ve always been his, even before you truly knew it.

He doesn’t linger long on your lips.  He cups a cheek and rubs at the gentle skin beneath your eyes as he gazes into you.  Tonight, Jimin’s eyes say more than just raw or carnal desire.  The color and look in Jimin’s eyes could write sonnets that rival the great Shakespeare himself.  He looks as if he could compose symphonies devoted to you and the way you make him feel.  The thought rolls around your head and makes your heart swell so big it feels as if it cuts off the air to your lungs.

Jimin trails his lips down your body, kisses at your reddened nipples one last time.  His lips against your stomach and hips and thighs feel like his exaltation to you, as if he’s praying to you, a goddess, and offering his supplication for what you have given him.  

He presses your legs open wider and stares with heat and desire at your center.  It’s slicked up with arousal and colored a pretty pink that makes him dizzy with love.  Jimin thinks his favorite color is the shade of fuschia of your clit.  

You’re whimpering as he spreads your folds apart with his fingers.  You can feel the heat of the shower, the solid breath escaping his plush lips that you’re desperate to have on you.  Your legs tremble and Jimin smiles as he watches your big eyes plead for him to give you something—anything.

“My beautiful, perfect baby,” he invokes like a prayer.  “So pretty and laid out for me.  I love you.  I love this sweet little pussy and how wet you get for me.”

Another desperate whimper leaves your lips and he can feel the desire rolling off you in waves.  

“Let me hear you, baby.  Let me hear those pretty little sighs as I drink you up.”

He leaves you no chance to agree to his gentle command and instead buries himself into the apex of your thighs.  You gasp as his tongue makes contact with your clit and begins a languid vertical motion from your dripping hole back to the nub of nerves.

You whine out his name graciously, desperately, as his tongue dives into you and laps at the juices coming out of you.  He drinks it like its wine, the finest and most expensive vintage.  The way your body tightens and trembles at his touch makes him groan against your pussy.  He feels so powerful with you, so loved and adored.  He finds it incredible that even amid him pleasuring you, your response to his ministrations pleasures him as much as your mouth would.

His tongue and lips against your nub feel like stinging, delicious fire.  It feels like the shower heats to a simmer by his actions alone, and it leaves scorching marks on your skin that make you gasp.  His fingers grip at the thickness of your thighs and leave prints where they hold you tight.  He likes the way the plush skin feels beneath him—the way his fingers leave bruises on your delicate skin.

“Jimin,” you cry.  “Please, more.” You’re desperate for more but you’re quickly losing the ability to coherently ask for it.  

Jimin normally would make you verbalize it, make you tell him exactly what you want him to do. But he feels merciful tonight.  Maybe it’s the sweet gasps and moans you make that go straight to his cock and to his heart.  He’ll give in tonight, make you feel in control of the events tonight.

“You want my fingers, baby?” He asks sweetly while his tongue spells his name out on your clit.  He wants your body to recognize just who gets you going, who works your body to the brink every single time.  You’re his, and he wants every atom, every strand of DNA inside you to know that.

You’re nodding quickly, hands trembling as you try to grip at something and come short.  The slippery granite does nothing more for you than add to the desperation you feel and you’re nearly keening for him.

“Yes, my love,” he agrees.  

Jimin slowly inserts his middle and pointer finger into your core.  It’s a stretch for now, but he’ll slowly work you open until you can take every inch of his thick cock later.  He wants to take you all night, have your body pressed up against his as he makes love to you on every surface of your shared bedroom and adjoining bathroom.  He wants to give you a birthday present of filling you up as much as you want and can take it.  

Once you feel his fingers breach you, your moans turn from breathy and needy to loud and wanton.  It feels incredible to feel him inside you, filling an emptiness that lingers anytime he’s not within you.  Once Jimin first slid into you so long ago, you knew he was the missing piece to your body and your soul.

“Fuck!” You shout as he flicks his tongue against your clit and sets a pace with his fingers.  

He smirks against your cunt as you shout, knowing he’s got you now wrapped around his fingers.  He coaxes more out of you by curling his fingers, pressing against the spongy spot within you that stops your breathing for a moment and makes your legs jerk.  He coos his revelry into you and increases the speed.  He wants to see your undoing, wants to watch the way your body lets go around his fingers and against his tongue.

Jimin’s tongue continues its barrage on your clit and you’re winding higher and higher and you can feel the way your stomach tightens to prepare for your end.  He can feel your channel tightening and it eggs him on to continue, to pump faster and slip in a third finger while he suckles at your sensitive clit. You’re gasping out his name, pleading and begging and warning him as the end comes closer and closer.

In an instant, you snap and your cunt convulses around his fingers.  He can feel it pulsating around him and your clit throbs against his tongue.  He smiles, closes his eyes as he listens to you cry out your bliss and tug at his wet hair.  He wishes he could record the way you scream his name at your end, always unable to hold back whimpering and whining his full name instead of whatever honorific he makes you call him the rest of the time.

He loves that you know it’s always him, always Jimin, making you reach your high.

Jimin’s tongue laps at the wetness escaping you as you settle down.  Your breathing remains harsh but you’re able to inhale deeper and open your eyes.  You peer down at him as he pulls his fingers from within you.  Your gaze melts his soul.  It speaks more than your words ever could.  It tells him just how in love with him you are, just how devoted you are to him for the rest of your life.

Jimin doesn’t give you time to speak.  He pulls your weak legs to standing and guides you out of the shower.  He rubs you with soft, warm towels and dries your entire body before drying himself.  He dries your hair with a smile as you peek at him through the white towel, before you lean forward and kiss him.  He holds the kiss, moves his lips against yours deeply and passionately as he lifts you and walks you towards the king-sized bed.  The blankets are messy from where you slept, but neither of you care to fix it.  He tucks you into the sheets and follows suit.

His fingers trail hot on your skin as he kisses at your face, your chin, your neck.

There’s no speaking as he hovers over you, lines his thick length with your aching core and slides into you.

“Jimin,” you whisper as he sheathes himself fully.

The way you say his name sounds like a grateful prayer, a thankful benediction to him.  It sends him reeling.

He starts the pace slowly, watches the way your eyes bore into his as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room.  It feels like white, hot bliss to be buried inside you.  The slickness of your first orgasm coats him and he slides in and out of you easily.  

Jimin never felt what home was until the first time he slipped between you. He never understood that home wasn’t a place, a brick and mortar building with belongings.  Home is buried within you, taking two beings and joining them as one.   He thinks wherever he goes, home will always be the way you cling to him, whisper your adoration to him as he makes love to you.

He can’t help himself from kissing your face, pressing his lips against your eyelids and your cheeks as he ruts into you.  Your hips are matching his speed and time, egging him on and desperate for his own end.  You want to treat him as well as he treated you.  

It’s not just your body that feels deliciously stretched and full of Jimin—it’s your entire soul and being that feels as if you’ve finally found a piece of you that wasn’t quite complete.  Jimin fits himself into that slot so easily, without fail.

“I love you,” he groans into your ear as he licks and kisses it gently. “I love you, so much.”

His words make you whimper, make your pussy tighten impossibly around his thickness and it makes him moan.

“Want to fill you,” he whispers as he sucks a mark into your neck.  “Want to give us a baby.”

It makes your heart burst.  You’re desperate for a family, want a child with the idol above you so badly you dream of it nightly.   Jimin wants it too, wants to see you swollen with his baby, wants to start and raise a family with you, you, only you.

“Please!”  

It’s all you're capable of asking, only capable of begging for what he offers you.  Your heart rate speeds incredibly at the thought of finally establishing more than just you and him and bringing a life that is proof of your devotion and love.

He keeps at it, moving his hips faster and faster.  He lifts his head up to throw it back at how good you feel, how close he is. You can tell he’s close to the edge by how desperate his breathy moans and sweet words come out.  He drops a hand to circle at your clit—he wants to come with you, wants to make this moment about both of you, about the culmination of you.

The added pressure along with the look on his face that reads as if he’s memorizing every moment of this love-making sends you over your edge unexpectedly.  The turbulent waves crash over you and send you soaring high, higher than you think you’ve ever been before.  The passion in the love-making makes your end so much more overwhelming—it’s the physical manifestation of how much he loves you, and you love him.

Your walls contracts around him and Jimin whimpers a ‘fuck!’ as he feels himself unravel and pump his seed into you, as deep as he can make it go.  The feeing is unparalleled, the highest point of bliss you think you’ve ever felt.  You’re gasping out as it feels your entire body is sucking him in, milking him and wanting to keep him buried inside you for as long as you can.  Jimin doesn’t think he’d ever leave if he had the choice.

The come-down from the high is just as blissful as the orgasm itself.  Jimin is sure he’s never met someone who makes post-coital cuddling as intense and orgasmic as the sex itself.  You hold him so sweetly, whisper your praise into his ear, tell him how much you love him and how you hope to be his forever and ever.  You tell him you can’t wait to have his baby, to start a family with him.

Jimin holds you close, pulls the blankets tight around your still damp bodies.

As your breathing slows and evens out and he whispers a soft ‘happy birthday’ to your ears, Jimin knows he’s never felt a love quite like this.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[klayr-de-gall]

Klayrs soap making adventure

So, because I watched a lot of Royalty Soaps making off videos lately, I really wanted to try soap making for myself!

Cold processed soap seemed a bit to intense for a first time user, so after some research, I decided on Melt'n pour.

I gt it into my head that I wanted to try making this Detroit Become Human design in a loaf of white soap

So I got all the stuff I needed and set to work!

And the colors of Mica that I got were so gorgeous! Ugh!

The original plan was to use the silicon loaf mold and tip it on its corner, to use the corner as a mold to get the triangles.

About the time I was done pouring around 10 triangles, I noticed my mistake. A 90° angle won't give you a triangle with exactly the same sides... Defeated by math 😂

So I sat down and started to carve the triangles to make them somewhat same-sided, and let's be said, soap is really flimsy and that did not turn out well.

I still decided to go through with the Project to have a test run and learn from it.

So here is my first try:

Way to small and wonky, I’d say.

It also had some separation Problems between the layers but made for a good test project!

I was able to salvage most of it by separating all parts again, so I could still use the soap. Then I went on a long hunt for a perfect triangles mold! That was unexpectedly hard to find (that wouldn’t have to be imported for a hell lot of cash) bit I found one for chocolate decorations in the end!

The triangles are so perfect!🤩

After that I assembled the parts into one big design and stuck them together with heat. It turned out a bit higher then intended, but it was very clean and symmetrical!

I was pretty satisfied so far and started to pour my white soap in my big silicone mold, adding the prepared design and even some decorations on top!

Pretty cute!

But sadly, things went south after that 😭

Unfolding after 24 hours already left me with a bad feeling, and cutting into the loaf confirmed my fears.

The hot white soap had melted into the outer triangles. 😭 The one on the top is completely gone. It's kinda funny. Because the melt'n pour was in such a big silicone mold, it stayed hot for longer, and that's what became my projects downfall.

I was pretty bummed.

So let out some frustration, I CHOPPED!

That helped, to be fair. XD

Not knowing what to do to save it, I figured I would it melt all down and make one big blue loaf and be done with it.

But!

Looking for some molds inspired me, and I did set to work separating the Blues and the white as good as I could, before doing another round of melting and poring.

And then I made adorable paw soaps!! (That are also a very shiny, glittery blue XD)

It was a bit fiddly, because pouring such small amounts of soap made it harden very fast. Especially the contrast color details took me some try and erroring to get right.

But I'm so happy how they did come out.💙💙💙🐾

I'm also glad I didn't waste so much got material and worked through my frustration from failing the first project. Would really have been a wast for all the soap.

Look at them up close, so cute and colorful!

It might surprise no one that I don’t need 40 Paw shaped soaps for myself. so if you want to get a pair of two for yourself, you can get them at my Shop!💙

It was quit an adventure to learn a new skill, and I still want to succeed in making the original idea happen! Maybe I will use Cold processed soap next time!

[lordkambe]

hii, i'm just so so happy about the fukuzawa nsfw content 🥵 could you make one where he's training a new fem employee in martial arts (like one of the matchs that kunikida mentioned once) but things end a wayyy hotter than expected?? maybe a bit (or a lot) of degradation plsss

🎠   character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, bungou stray dogs, woman reader

🎠   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only.

🎠   themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, explicit degradation, dominant themes, unprotected sex, daddy!fukuzawa, slapping 🐱 ?, this is very filthy fyi. 

🎠   author’s note: oh, oh ! yes i def can. i’d be happy to, i know this man has the biggest dick ever. i hope you enjoy it ;) and to possible other readers, i’m not joking when i say it’s filthy and degrading. so if you’re not into that it’s best to skip this one !

it was your profound ability and courage that earned you admittance into the agency. the president, fukuzawa, had recruited you himself in hopes of strengthening the agency. while you excelled in your ability your combat skills lacked; because of the president’s displeasure with your lack of skill, he trained you personally. nearly every day after work for hours the two of you would train in the basement of the agency. you couldn’t say you looked forward to the education fukuzawa offered but you could admit you enjoyed the attention he gave you during training. fukuzawa failed to give you any of his attention during working hours. he was barely in his office and even when he was he didn’t pay much attention to you in comparison to your fellow agents. you only assumed because of the training he was offering, he couldn’t play favorites.

it was night fall again and you stood in the basement in your training gear. usually you wore a fitted tank with a pair of tights but because of the yokohama heat, you opted for a sports bra and a pair of shorts. while you waited for fukuzawa you prepared yourself with a few stretches after a few minutes fukuzawa had finally made his appearance with a simple hello. with a final stretch you rose to your feet and greeted him. he hadn’t made a comment on your attire but his eyes fixated on you for a fleeting moment before he turned his head elsewhere. you didn’t read into it and continued with your training.

only minutes into your training you were already working up a sweat. you didn’t know if it was because it was one of those days or if fukuzawa was just being extra hard on you. he took your arm and twisted it behind your back, “have you learned nothing, y/n?” he said into your ear. frustrated with his disappointment you free yourself from his grip and turn the tables. with a misstep the two of you crashed onto the padded floor beneath you. now you hovered above fukuzawa’s body and the two of you were panting heavily. “why are you being so harsh on me?” you finally asked.

the two of you locked eyes and fukuzawa responded, “because i know you can do better.” you climb off the top of him and kneel at his side. “what kind of bullshit is that, director?” you snapped back. “i’m still a beginner and you went full force.” fukuzawa sat up straight and glared at you. “it’s not my fault that it isn’t clicking in your head, y/n.” he snapped back at you with an equal amount of frustration. you were annoyed --- exhausted, and the anger pent up inside of you caused your hand to raise. ready to place a slap across his face, fukuzawa’s quick to grab your wrist. he flipped you over he was now hovering above you.

with his grip still tight on your wrist the two of you locked eyes for longer than a few seconds. both of your expressions were filled with a mix of frustration and lust. the tension between you two during training was always left unspoken but the closeness you shared during his lessons were hard to go unnoticed. you often fantasized about fukuzawa having his way with you after practice. you’d be lying if you didn’t let those fantasizes penetrate your mind during lonely nights when the only thing keeping you company was a random sex toy and your fingers.

you swallowed and your cheeks flushed to express your shyness. fukuzawa clicked his tongue. “do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, y/n?” with whatever courage you had left in your stomach you looked at him and asked, “doing what exactly?” the grip he had on your wrist loosened he removed himself from above you and stood. afterwards you rose up from the training mat using your elbows. you also stood and looked up at the much taller man. “your outfit.” fukuzawa said.

“what’s wrong with my outfit? it’s hot. i dressed according to that.” that was half true. you told yourself that to suppress your lewd thoughts. you wore that outfit with the intention to seduce fukuzawa or at least give him something to think about during a cold shower. “do you not like it?” you placed your arms behind your back and extended your chest outward. it was a sports bra but the padding had caused your breasts to push upward revealing your cleavage. you took a step closer to him noticing that his cheeks developed into a soft shade of pink. “you’re a terrible student.” fukuzawa remarked, you were quick to respond “maybe you should teach me a lesson.”

with the space between you laced shut it only took seconds for your lips to crash into his. quickly you noticed he’d taken the initiative. it was his lips that molded into yours, it was his hands that groped your hips, and finally it was his tongue that pierced through your lips to wrestle yours. you wanted to feel him, all of him. so you pressed your body closer towards his. you felt his growing length against your thigh eliciting a moan to fall between breaths.

“you were waiting for this weren’t you?” fukuzawa asked parting from your mouth. he went in for another kiss afterwards he added. “you purposely dressed like a fucking slut for me to fuck you, huh?” the language he used caused adrenaline to surge through your veins. so engulfed in lust you could only respond with a nod of your head. fukuzawa’s length was hardening against your inner thigh. you opened your legs wider in order to feel more of it. he chuckled, “is that how desperate you are to be fucked, what are you a fucking whore?”

he began littering kisses on your jawline, down your neck, and at the top of your breasts. his hands fondled both breasts before he tore the fabric down revealing them. the cold air breezed past your exposed chest the stimulation from that was enough but fukuzawa quickly latched his mouth against one of your nipples. he sucked, licked, and bit on your buds one at at a time until they were both fully erect. you were a moaning mess during his actions and you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter by the second. your throbbing clit was aching to be touched. you looked at fukuzawa with pleading eyes. “please,” you started. “i need you so bad.”

“how badly?” he asked. “tell me how much of a whore you are, tell me how badly you want daddy to fuck you.” his hand crept down your abdomen and fell down to your heat. with his index finger he placed pressure on your clothed clit. “better yet, tell me where you want daddy to fuck you.”

you closed your eyes and swallowed hard. your eagerness was obvious but his lewd talk made you shy. fukuzawa was quick to notice. “you were moaning like such a slut, y/n? you can’t answer my simple questions?” the index finger he had on your clit began to move in circles causing your knees to buckle. fukuzawa kept you steady with his arm hooked around your back.

you set aside your pride and with a deep breath you admitted your desires, “i want daddy to fuck me in my pussy. fuck me hard daddy, please. i’m begging.” with your hand you slapped his chest. you were eager to be transported in a state of ecstasy only fukuzawa could provide you.

“that’s a good girl. now lay on the floor and open your legs wide.” you do as he says almost immediately. fukuzawa chuckled at the site. “cute.” he remarked. the older man joined you on the floor and hovered above you much like he did before. your mind was racing, your deepest desires were finally coming true. you laid there in anticipation and because of how wet you felt, you knew you were capable of taking him all. he kissed you tenderly and sweetly he then removed your bra so you could lay comfortably. fukuzawa then removed your shorts and your panties alongside it. he adjusted your legs to open widely for him. he looked at your glistening wet pussy in awe.

“i barely touched you.” he snickered. his hand laid flat against your entrance. “it’s so wet, i don’t even need to put my fingers in it to know.” he was taunting you by stalling. “please fuck me fukuzawa.” you whined out. fukuzawa darted his eyes at you. the raised his hand and slapped your pussy. the action caused your knees to close and for you to cry out in pleasure. “i forgot how badly you wanted to fucked, whore. i guess you’re growing impatient.”

“i’m sorry daddy.” you pouted. fukuzawa simply clicked his tongue. you reopened your knees and he slapped your pussy once more, gently this time. “spread your pussy for me, princess.” your hands reached down and you did as instructed. he looked at your folds, “such a pretty pussy.” he remarked while placing his middle finger inside you. since you were so desperate for his touch the moan that left your lips was louder than the two of you had anticipated.

he hushed you while situating himself between your legs. “be quiet.” you watched him as he undid his yukata. underneath the fabric his muscular figure was revealed he then removed his briefs. after doing so his erect cock was revealed to you. it was larger than you thought it would be, it was throbbing and the tip was glistening with pre-cum; you moaned quietly at the sight. “you wouldn’t want people to hear you, now would you? unless ---” he grabbed both your legs and dragged you closer to him. you shrieked. fukuzawa took one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. he aligned himself against your entrance and you felt the tip of his cock against your folds. “--- you want everyone to hear your moans.”

with the last of his sentence he entered fully inside you. you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. fukuzawa also let out a grunt. “god, i bet you want everyone to hear you get fucked so good like the little whore you are.” he began to thrust in and out of you in a steady rhythm. “tell me princess, who does this pussy belong to?” you gulped and caught a breath of air in your lungs. “you! it belongs to you daddy!” your leg fell from his shoulder when he leaned in towards you for a kiss. you kissed him back with such haste.

the feeling of his cock inside you was euphoric. he stretched you out wide increasing the wetness in your pussy. his rhythmic thrusting was contagious and you raised your hips upward to feel every inch of him inside you. “you’re fucking me so good.” you praised him. fukuzawa moaned out it pleasure from your praise. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asked. you respond with a nod. fukuzawa grunted out a chuckle, “you play with your pussy when you think about me, huh?” fukuzawa took two of his fingers and pressed them against your clit. he began to rub against the sensitive bud with vigor. you choked out a moan you didn’t know you were capable of making.

“next time you touch yourself here, think of my fingers rubbing you. think of my cock thrust--thrusting into you.” much like his words his thrusting grew erratic. you began clenching around his cock which elicited a string of moans and expletives to leave fukuzawa’s mouth --- music to your ears. the knot growing in the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter. your pussy was pulsating in pleasure. you were close and as was he. “f---fuck.” you whined. “i-- daddy. i’m close.” you admitted

“i know princess, i know. just --- fuck! ---” he moaned into your mouth before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. his thrusting grew faster and faster. the knot in your stomach finally tore. when you reached your climax your eyes rolled and your legs kicked out from underneath you. feeling as if you reached your peak, you moaned again when you felt his cum inside of you. fukuzawa lowered his frame on top of you. his chest heaved in and out as did yours. the two of you laid there before fukuzawa lifted himself up weakly. he wiped away the bead of sweat from your forehead alongside the strands of hair from your face. he placed a softer kiss on your lips. you were fulfilled, exhausted. his cock softened inside of you but before he could remove himself your hands gripped his waist.

“no, i like the feeling.” you whined.

“because you’re a cumslut?” you teased with another kiss.

“your cumslut.” you corrected with a chuckle.

“so does that mean round two?” fukuzawa asked excitedly. to which you agreed.  

[catxsnow]

INTERRUPTED G.L.

Request: May i request a gar imagine where they keep trying to have their 'first time' but they keep getting interrupted by other titans. you don't have to write smut if you're not comfortable im just here for the the fluff + the titans reaction to the morning after for bonus because i feel like that would be so funny to write.

Warning: mentions of s.e.x. 

A/N: This was so cute to right! I love writing for Gar 

Word Count: 3.3k

Gar Logan was one of a kind.

He was the kind of person that could make you smile on your worst days. The only one who seemed to truly care when you needed to talk to someone. And most importantly, he was the one person in this world that you would die for. Over and over again.

You would do anything for him, repeatedly if he asked. Make him supper every night? Of course. Train with him? Every day. Fall asleep in his arms at night? You couldn't sleep without him. Have sex with him? As much as you wanted to, every time you went for it, someone got in the way.

It was frustrating how many times you got interrupted and soon you were about to do it whether or not someone in the team needed you. Each and every time you and Gar got some time alone, someone was always there to interrupt you.

Gar was a shy person, everyone knew that. He was awkward when it came to PDA and he frankly, had no idea what the hell he was doing half the time. Lucky for him, you could help along the way. He learned from you and to be honest, you learned a few things from his as well. You guys had molded into the perfect couple.

Dick wasn't happy to see the two of you dating. He knew how messy it could get to date teammates but there was also nothing that he could do to stop you. So, as he watched you from a far, he also reminded you to be careful. And you were, just maybe not in the sense that he told you to.

The first time you were interrupted was partially been your own fault. You knew that the Titans were busy with trying to take down their latest enemy and yet you still deemed it a good time to finally have your first time with Gar. It was relatively early in the evening but you couldn't stop the feeling running through your core.

You had barely gotten your shirt off when Dick came knocking at your door to say that the two of you were needed and to suit up. As disappointed as you were, you couldn't be mad at him for needing you and your boyfriend for a mission. So, reluctantly, you geared up and headed out while Gar tried to hide his rather obvious boner.

You didn't think that anyone on the team noticed that you were in the middle of something during that mission. Besides you being a little extra frustrated, it seemed that you and Gar was just hanging out. Dick didn't have an ounce of guilt in him - but he would have if he had known the truth.

By the time that you got back home, you passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Gar went to sleep that night dreaming of you.  

The second time that you found your night ruined was by Rachel. Gar had stupidly forgot to lock his door and Rachel found herself barging in when he didn't answer the knock on his door. Gar was hovered of you, lips attacking your neck and shirt completely off. He was better than you - nothing but your underwear and the blankets to cover you.

Rachel screeched just about as loudly as the door slammed. She wasn't expecting to walk in on that - in fact she thought you were out of the tower for the night. Rachel nearly ran down the hall trying to get the images of her two best friends out of her head. In public, the two of you never showed any PDA  to the point that she sometimes forgot you were actually dating.

Gar huffed in annoyance and rolled down beside you. His heart was racing from the experience and he couldn't help but the bright red blush that covered his face. He stared up at the ceiling and tried to get rid of his frustration at Rachel - he was really looking forward to finally having the time to have sex with you.

Never in his life was he so disappointed and embarrassed at the same time. Having his closet friend barge in on him on his almost first time didn't exactly get him riled up to keep going.

"'s a cute look for you," You teased him, poking at the redness in his cheeks and neck. He found himself blushing lots with you, and every time you couldn't help but admire him even more. Gar rolled his eyes and rummaged for two random shirt, one for himself and the other for you. "Rachel ruin the mood for you?"

"Did it not ruin it for you?" Gar jokingly scoffed at you. He watched you pull his shirt over your head and then crawl out of his bed. You knew what you were doing to him - swaying your hips as you walked by, bending down real slow as you picked up a pair of his sweats off the floor. His red face became even brighter as you pulled his pants up your legs. "I don't think that's gonna help."

"Can't say I didn't try," you winked at him. Walking by his mirror, your just barely got a glance at your neck. Faint bruises covered your skin - not dark enough to be obvious to anyone not paying attention but just enough to remind you that you were once again so close. "Never would have guessed you were a hickey kinda guy. Maybe it's the tiger in you."

"If it were the tiger in me I think you'd have a lot more damage," Gar joked. He laid flat against his bed and waited for you to join him. You flopped down on the opposite side of the bed and tilted you head to face him. "You've got pretty eyes."

"And you're a sap," You grinned, lightly smacking his chest. "Movie?"

"Sure," Gar quickly agreed. He loved movie nights with you. Warm blankets, you cuddled into his side, and nothing but happiness in his heart. "I'd say popcorn too but I'm too afraid to accidentally run into Rachel out there."

"There's my brave boyfriend I know and love."

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The third time that you got interrupted was probably to most infuriating time. Jason, of all people had to be the one nagging at your door that he needed your help. You hoped that he would go away if you just ignored him, but he still didn't give up.

"I can hear you in there, (Y/N)," Jason knocked once more on  the door. You were straddling Gar, hands on his bare chest  and eyes squeezed shut in hopes that he would leave. It was no use. You wouldn't have been so mad if the two of you had already had sex at one point in your relationship - but it seemed like you never got the chance.

It had taken you so long to get Gar confident enough to be wanting to do it. This wasn't your first rodeo, but it was his. And as much as you wanted to make it special for him, it seemed like your time got more limited as the weeks went on. It wasn't just his first time, it was yours together - you wanted it to be romantic.

"You think he's gonna leave?" you whispered. Gar shook his head. With a sigh, you rolled off of him and plucked your clothes from the floor to halfheartedly put them back on to answer the door. Gar stumbled to do the same. Your hair was a mess and you were sure your shirt was on backwards but you honestly didn't care anymore.

You unlocked your door and whipped it open. Jason was standing with his fist raised and ready to knock again. He was taken aback by your appearance. Messy clothes, anger in your eyes - you were not pleased to see him. And you weren't. At all.

"What, Jason?" You snapped at him. This better be good for him to come knocking on your day. This time you really thought that you and Gar were going to make it through the night without anyone getting in your way. Apparently, you were mistaken. Again.

"Can I borrow your Led Zeppelin record?" Jason asked. You could swear that you felt your eye twitch with anger and steam coming out of your ears. You were beyond furious that he interrupted you and Gar just to borrow some stupid record of yours. Fucking Jason Todd.

Your hands clenched into fists at your side and the rest of your body was tense. It wasn't Jason saw Gar sheepishly sitting on the edge of your bed did he realize he made a mistake. You were ready to lost your shit at him for this, and you would have too if it wasn't for Gar.

He joined you at the door and placed a hand on your lower back under your shirt. His touch washed away your anger - at least some of it. "Hey, Jay," Gar smiled. You couldn't understand why he was able to keep his calm so easily, this affected him just as much if not more.

With a huff, you stalked to the corner of your room to find the record that he was talking about. You were tempted to smash it right in front of him just to leave him without the satisfaction, however it was one of your favourites too. Instead, you smacked it onto his chest and slammed the door in his face.

That should have been a big enough hint that you were furious at him.

"UGH!" you groaned as you plopped down on your bed. Limbs spread out on your messy sheets and disappointment rolling off you like waves. You were more horny than you ever have been in your whole life and yet you couldn't bring yourself to go back to what you were doing. This was a whole new kind of sexual frustration.

"Is this god giving us a sign?" You grabbed the pillow you weren't laying on and smashed it against your face. Gar chuckled at you and removed the pillow to kiss you. "Why? I just! Ugh! I'm so angry right now I can't even decide what I want to be angry about!"

"You're adorable when you're angry," Gar flirted. You glared up at him which only enticed a laugh. Usually, the sound of his laughter always brought a smile to your face, this time it just made you more frustrated with everything going on. You snatched the pillow out of his hands and hit him across the chest with it.

Gar raised his eyebrows at your outburst. He darted for the other pillow on your bed and smacked you back. He knew that this meant for him - a full out war. If there was one thing that you took seriously it was pillow fights. You never lost a single one and Gar had been the unfortunate loser every time.

"I take it back!" He cowered away from your raised pillow. You narrowed your eyes at him but slowly lowered your weapon. "You're angry already I don't want you to release it all out on me."

"Wanna go train?" You countered.

"At midnight? No!" Gar shook his head, bewildered that you wanted to go work up a sweat this late at night. It was one way to get your frustration at Jason out. You could already imagine that the punching bag was his face. "I'm ready to go to bed. And don't you dare say you're too angry to sleep."

"I'm angry enough to kick you out."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not."

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Gar knew if that if the two of you got interrupted one more time, you might literally kill someone.

So, he did what any wise boyfriend would do and warned everyone on the team that if anyone knocked on your door that night, it better be because of the end of the world and nothing less of it. Though he never stated why, he was sure that the team all understood what his plan was for the night.

It was a few days after your last incident with Kori - a completely embarrassing story that you or Gar never wanted to think about ever again. That by far, had to have been the worse experience that you ever had within the tower and you hoped that Kori would never bring it up ever.

Gar had the night planned out in his head. With no one to bother the two of you, he hoped the night would go smoothly. After all your failed tries, it had to. All he had to do was wait for you to get back to the tower.

It felt like hours that he was lounging around in your room for you to come back. He went from playing some of your records to snooping around to looking at old pictures of you and your family. Time seemed so slow and when he finally heard the creak of your door open up he couldn't hide his grin.

"Holy shit, Gar!" you grabbed onto your chest. You had no idea that he'd be in your room. You draped your coat over your chair and dropped down to your bed. It had been a long day and there was nothing more that you wanted to do than to spend time with your boyfriend. "What are you doing in here? Creeping?"

Gar never answered your question but simply strolled over to your door and turned the lock. You raised an eyebrow at the sound - the only time you ever locked your door was when clothes came off. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to be disappointed with another interruption again."

"It's not gonna happen," Gar promised you. You sat up on your bed with a weary look. It was four times now that you had gotten your night caught off, a fifth time would only mean that you were nothing but bad luck. However, Gar's confidence in the two of you being left alone sparked an excitement through you.

You reached out to snatch his hand and tugged him onto the bed with you. Without even giving him a second to adjust, your lips were on his. Gar savored this kiss with you - the gentleness of your touch being dominated by eagerness. You wanted this night more than anything.

Gar was nervous - of course he was nervous. This was his first time and he didn't want to disappoint you. He knew that you would never be upset by him, no matter how the night went on his behalf. You wanted this night to be for him, not for yourself. But after all this time, you needed his touch just as much as he needed yours.

His fingertips danced along your skin and under your shirt. He was always so gentle with you; as if you were made a glass and a single harsh touch would shatter you. You didn't waste time to tug off his shirt, breaking your kiss for only a moment before coming together again.

Gar pulled you off the bed just enough to pull of your sweater and everything underneath it. Cold air dusted across your bare chest and enticed a shiver through you.

"This is usually about the time someone comes in, you sure that it's not gonna happen?" You joked. Gar's lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking as he mad his way to his desired destination.

"I'm sure," Gar promised. He left a more pressured bite right against your pulse point and you couldn't help but moan at the feeling. You could feel him smile against your skin, happy that he was the one causing you this pleasure.

"Last chance, if someone walks into this room after this I'm not stopping for them."

Gar only unbuttoned your jeans in response.

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"So, uh, fun night?"

You were never embarrassed about someone else knowing you had sex. Your friends used to harass you but they never got a reaction out of you. Even now, when your won teammates knew exactly what you and your boyfriend had done the night before, you felt no ounce of sheepishness. You couldn't say the same about Gar.

Last night had been perfect. Not a single person tried to get you for something and Gar had been amazing. You wanted to relieve that night over and over again. You didn't have a single disappointment and you were sure that Gar felt the same way.

He could see why you were so mad every time you got interrupted. He was missing out on so much all this time.

The next morning, the two of you strolled out of your room with painfully obvious signs of what had happened. Dark bruises covered your neck and you had his shirt from the previous day hanging on your shoulders. Gar's hair was a mess and no amount of brushing would tame it down.

Gar tried to sneak back to his room to shower but the second that he stepped out in the hall, Jason was passing by and ushered the two of you to breakfast. He could not wait to see the amount of teasing that you guys were about to get from everyone else. So, the two of you were seated in your normal spots as Rachel finished cooking for everyone.

Jason sat across the table from you and only smirked at your glare. Rose looked between the two of you. She opened her mouth to speak but then decided against it. It was finally Rachel that spoke up and asked about your night.

You cleared your throat before answering. "Um, yep. Just uh, chill."

"Mhmm," Dick nodded to your answer. He sat on the other side of you and stared directly at your neck while you avoided his gaze. Quickly, he raised his arm to flick one of your hickey's. "Chill night, huh?"

"Ow!" you hissed in pain. Without thinking, you kicked him from under the table, which only proved even more that you were lying - not that anyone needed more proof. "Stop being such, such a dick! I'm a grown adult too, you know."

"And the kids are suddenly all grown up," Kori joined in on the teasing. Everyone was aware of her... relationship, with Dick. She was in no position to tease you about having sex with a teammate. 

"You've literally known us for less than a year," Gar pointed out after shoving a forkful of food in his mouth. "And you're not that much older than us."

"Yeah, we'll next time go to Gar's room and bother Rachel," Jason complained. He was pretty sure he nearly busted his eardrums from how loud his headphones were last night. There was still ringing in his ears. Gar's face flushed red and the comment and Rachel had to point it out to make it worse.

"Guy's stop bugging Gar," you rolled your eyes to their teasing. Your hand searched for his under the table and as soon as you found it you interlocked fingers. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable and then have to wait another long time before having sex again - this wait was far too long already.

"Young love," Rachel sighed.

"Well, thanks for breakfast Rach, I gotta shower," You stood up from your chair and looked around at everyone. The hickies that Dick had just made fun of reflected perfectly in the sunlight for everyone to see. Gar sat at the table with his head in his hands as everyone stared at him. 

As much as you hated that everyone interrupted you at least once, being with Gar was well worth the wait. He was nothing but perfect with you, and that’s all that mattered. 

"And I also just want to say I fucking hate you all, if you ever knock on my door again expect a punch to the face."

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

12.what headcanon will you keep implementing in your fics, even if canon ends up contradicting it?

Oh there are plenty that I keep on the back burner.

Membrane’s Grandparents were poor and/or farmers. 

I know in the latest issue it showed scientist parents... But I like to think the smartest man in the world had a more humble upbringing and his Dad had a very strong work ethic. 

The only thing I don’t really like about the Scientist parent idea that the comics showed really DOES mean that they KNEW what Uranium 238 was, knew that their son asked for it, and gave him a never-ending avalanche of socks for Christmas anyways and said it was from “Santa”

Like.... I assume so, Membrane...

Even then, When my parents personally did the Santa thing, Santa would give me the cool gifts, and then the lame gifts like socks were from the parents... 

I can’t help but view the gift of a sock-avalanche from SCIENTIST PARENTS as nothing but an act of mal-intent, even if the issue doesn’t frame it that way.

There’s also the issue of Membrane inheriting Membrane Labs from his parents when their faces are nowhere to be seen if Membrane just took the reigns of an already established company... Sure, maybe his parents made their son the face of their company like some sort of Wendys situation... but Membrane’s ADULT face is what the face of Membrane labs is...  Wouldn’t his parents use his cute child face for a brand? Even if the company had no branding or merch until Membrane took over the company it just leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

I MUCH PREFER the idea that Membrane built Membrane labs as a company from the ground up based entirely on tenacity, spite and his intelligence. 

The idea that the smartest man in the world just was BORN INTO this lifestyle of science puts a VERY sour taste in my mouth..

ESPECIALLY with the other characters in Invader Zim and in Johnen Vasquez work in general. Characters like Zim and Dib always work hard to get to where they want to be... and I like the idea that Membrane is the RESULT of putting in that hard work, but he completely neglected himself on a social and interpersonal relationship level. 

I’m sure the Scientist parents were meant as a joke to further compare to how Membrane and Dib are alike... and the generational cycle of abuse... and the mean-spirited joke of his parents gifting him socks does fit the IZ world... but I don’t like it.

If his parents were POOR or Farmers, or just didn’t have access to or couldn’t afford Uranium 238, THAT MAKES WAY MORE SENSE to me. 

Then it would seem like his parents did it more as a 

“He won’t ask for anything else.”  or “Naughty children only get socks” thing 

rather than a:

“Yeah, we know exactly what that is and have access to it... but our kid could blow his face off, so have a bunch of socks instead ya gremlin” 

I just like to think Membrane’s childhood was fairly humble, and he was a feral scientist child and really bright and his parents didn’t know how to handle him, and He was an extreme Mama’s boy. Also the Poor upbringing would explain his workaholic tendencies without having the Scientist parents. 

Sorry Eric Trueheart, you can pry “Poor upbringing” Membrane from my cold dead hands.

I will take those character designs and that Grandpa Membrane smoked a pipe though. Those are amazing. 

Zim’s Computer (and all other irken Computers) AI Brains used to be living Irkens before getting culled. 

I made an analysis about it on my old account, but I can’t find it cause Tumblr really screwed up the search engine on that account. But anyways... in two more chapters in Tech Support, we’ll get to find out Computer’s “tragic backstory” (tm) Like that chapter is coming after the current one I’m writing. 

Irken blood is Pink

I don’t care if Dark Green blood makes sense from a biological standpoint... I just need Vaperwave and Cyberpunk auestetics. It’s more of a visual thing.

I think Dib has the potential to grow into a real caring young man if he’s properly nurtured and learns how to grow and I possess a strong dislike “loser” Adult Dib.

I’m sure you know what I mean... Crackhead Adult Dib, Feral Adult Dib, Miserable adult Dib...

Nothing against those Dibs... It’s been shown on the record that Dib having a miserable adult future is probably what Johnen wants for his character. (The doodles and streams I’ve seen Johnen draw of his characters as adults as drug addicts or just working dead-end jobs wasn’t enough) 

I even like asshole kid Dib, and asshole teen Dib, but I really want to believe Dib will mellow out a lot when he gets older and learn how to be considerate. 

Maybe I’m being too unrealistic, and I know there is a MAJOR market for Rat-man Miserable Dib in this fandom... I’ve seen like so many versions of him. But it’s not for me.

I think it’s partially because Dib is exactly how I was as a kid, and I grew up to be a pretty mellow and caring person. (for the most part) 

I just want to see Dib to grow up to be chill and mostly happy. 

Zim is the most defective Irken in the history of the Irken Empire. HOWEVER: By human standards, Zim is fairly average, just neurodivergent. 

I know that I’ve seen some analysis on how Zim, “Almost works” and while I do agree, I still think that Zim is the most defective of his species. 

He’s the only one who caused the Control Brains on Judgementia to go insane and he tends to be a pariah and a liability to everyone around him. Caused the death of two Almighty Tallest and a majority of other things that take place throughout the show, comics and deleted episodes alike. The Comics even mentioned that Zim is completely delusional and has some core memory issues.

(I’ve never even explained how Zim perceives the Judgementia arc in my au yet simply cause he doesn’t want to talk about or mention it yet... ) 

But a lot of Zim’s issues or “insane”-ness as the Irken empire sees it are fairly Normal issues for humans. Zim is just marked as the “most” defective simply because a lot of his “symptoms” are actually just very normal autistic or borderline/bipolar things. And that’s probably what he’d get diagnosed with by human standards.

Zim just feels things too strongly and has a terrible delusional memory and obsessively lies to himself to try to fit the mold of what a perfect irken soilder should be (in his mind) 

I have a feeling some of Zim’s PAK errors can be things as simple as: “can’t sit still.” “first words: I love you” , “short attention span” “overly emotional” and that’s marked as major concern to the empire.

But there are more serious ones like “Corrupted Memory drive.” “destructive” “delusional” etc...

But a majority of the list of what makes Zim, Zim are VERY common autism traits...

so if you give him that human diagnosis and then just examine Zim under HUMAN standards....

He’s not that bad at all.... 

Irkens can purr, chitter, and make a variety of sounds very similar to ants chittering combined with a cat. But typically, only defective Irkens seem to make these noises, and my Zim makes more of these noises and reverts to more primitive irken behaviors when he feels he doesn’t need to keep up appearances to be “NORMAL” anymore. In Irken Standards or Human standards. 

Zim is a weird Irken and sometimes things he does is not indicative to how other irkens act or behave, even though Dib uses it as a framework for a lot of his research, but a majority of it is just wrong because it’s Zim. 

THE COMPUTER IS A CHARACTER TOO! LET HIM DO THINGS! EVEN IN THE BACKGROUND OR A SUPPORTING CAST MEMBER... PLEASE... (I will die on this hill) 

GIR is smart and extremely perceptive. Also a hill I die on. I got into this fandom writing a thousand word essay on GIR and I still stand by all those points. GIR is smart... he’s just feral. And GIR can tend to notice things other characters don’t just cause his world-view is so simple. Zim and Dib think like one of those Pipe Windows screen savers... While GIR thinks in a straight line. 

Zim would rather create a maze to go through to get the cheese, rather than GIR who would just not bother with the maze and eat the cheese. 

GIR has great moments of clarity throughout the show, such as in Plauge of Babies and Walk of Doom

“Dib’s seen us before and he knows where we live”

“But if the big splody goes fast, won’t it get all bad?” 

Anyways... I think that’s it... I probably have a whole lot more. But those are my main ones. 

[inseongsfoxybae]

First times

Pairing: Boyfriend Chani + Female Reader

Genre: Fluff smut

Warnings: Just a soft first time between a young couple, virgin!Chani, virgin!reader, unprotected sex (reader’s on birth control)

Words: +1,9k

Requested: hi you there! i've been lovin reading your work these days, can you please write something with jaeyoon or chani? maybe a smut? any scene would be nice!! thank you for your hard work!!😻

Author’s message: Hey, sweetie! First of all, thank you so much for your request. As you can see, I chose Chani and did it as his first time with his girlfriend - sweet, soft, slow. I really love this kind of scario and enjoyed a lot writing this, so I hope you like it too. If you wanted something heater, please, let me know and I can write something new for you. Anyways, feel free to send new requests again ❤️ Foxy kisses 😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: As a storm runs the town, you asked Chani to sleepover and both of your shy feelings finally bloom.

Chani had finally a weekend off and of course he would spend his free time with you. As the weather was cold and rainy, you invited him to your place, so you could have dinner and watch some movie together while cuddling on your couch.

To treat your cute boyfriend and show your feelings for him, you ordered some chicken and prepared his favourite dishes that his mother had taught you. His bright eyes widened when he saw all the food he loved sat on your table, deliciously waiting for him. 

He stopped for a while to stare at you, a loving smile lightened his pretty face while his arms pulled you close to him. “Thank you, my princess”, Chani murmured before pecking your lips, happy for being with the girl he was learning to love. “All for you, baby”, you whispered against his lips, your hands gently cupping his face.

You were dating for a few months and were still shy to give yourselves fully to each other, but you were increasingly sure how serious your feelings were. When your eyes met, it was like there were only the two of you in the world - even with a rough storm pouring out there. 

Both of you ate slowly, savoring the delicious food and that precious moment, smiles getting wider and wider, legs playing with each other under the little table of your room. 

Chani helped you to clean the kitchen and gather some snacks for your movie session. You were feeling needy, so you chose a cliche romance that you already watched a million times. The Notebook was playing on your big screen, but your mind was focused on Chani’s hands around your waist while he spooned you on the couch. 

It was the first time you got so close in such an intimate position and it was making butterflies flutter into your heart. The movie and your calmness were slowly rolling together, till a spicy scene appeared right in front of your eyes. You heard Chani cleared his throat behind you as you felt a strange heat run over your body. 

The scene ended and you kept watching the movie *or trying to*, as your cheeks burned and your hands found Chani’s, playing with his long fingers. More forward, another hot scene started, this time more passionate, and you felt like your whole body was about to explode. You unwrapped Chani’s arms from you and sat up, grabbing some water to cool you down. “I need to go to the bathroom”, you quickly breathed and walked out the room. 

You closed the door behind you and took some deep breaths, rushing to the sink to wash your burning face. “Please, Y/N, calm down”, you whispered to yourself, staring at your face in the mirror. 

When you came back, Chani had paused the film and grabbed his jacket. “I think… I think I’m leaving now”, he stuttered. 

“Why?”, you asked confused. Oh no, was it because of the movie?, you thought.

“It’s late”, he slowly said. It was really late, but he was free, so why?

“But, Chani, it’s raining so much out there. Wait just a little longer”, you said, approaching him and taking his hand. 

“This was not to end early, Y/N. It’s better if I go now”, Chani insisted, his eyes shaking with nervousness. As he closed his mouth, a loud thunder roared in the sky, making you shiver and instinctively hugging him.

“Please, don’t go now. I’m afraid of thunders”, you whined, tightening your grip on his waist. 

“Y/N…”, Chani whined back, but didn’t know what more he could say when you looked at him with your puppy eyes.

“Please…”, you closed your mouth and pondered for a brief moment. “Sleepover, please”, your voice was just above a whisper. Chani locked his eyes with yours, broughing his hands to cup your face.

“Baby, your apartment has only one bedroom and I can’t barely fit in your couch”, he said, analyzing your expression.

“My bed fits us perfectly”, you mumbled, looking deeply at him. 

“Please, don’t do this to me”, it was all Chani managed to say. 

“What?”, you questioned, but there was no answer from him. Chani’s gaze was lost in your face, scanning every inch of your front. You tilted your head a little high and your lips pecked his, again and again, till he pulled your closer and kissed you passionately. 

He had never kissed you like this before. His body was so warm against yours, his tongue was so deep into your mouth, you were so weak between his arms. Your bodies were already docked, but he was still trying to pull you closer into him, feeling you in every where and in every way. 

You only broke the kiss when your lungs begged for air, heavy breaths and heated cheeks, foreheads pressed together. “Let’s continue this in bed”, you breathed, meeting his lips again, moving messily to your bedroom.

“Y/N,”, Chani called when you reached the foot of your bed, “if we don’t stop this now, I won’t be able to control myself anymore”, he managed to say when you paused your kisses to let him talk. 

You smiled sweetly at him and bit his bottom lip, causing a little moan to leave his mouth. “I don’t want you to stop”, you mumbled against the skin of his jawline. “I want you so bad right now”, you finished and he pushed you carefully in your mattress, hovering over you, kissing you hungrily this time. 

His mouth was attacking yours with kisses and sucks, tongues dancing together, your hands tugging at his hair, his fingers tracing your silhouette. Chani made his way down your jawline and neck, barely nibbling your soft skin, memorizing the protuberances of your collarbones, as your moans got more shameless under him.

Naturally, the both of you started to pull out your clothes, till you were only in your underwear, a thin sweat layer covering your bodies. Chani kept pleasing your searing skin with his hot mouth, teasing your exposed breasts, licking down your stomach, till stopped in your panties. 

He leaned in again to kiss you one more time. “Are you sure about this?”, he asked with a hoarse voice, full of lust and wanting but still contained. 

“Yeah”, you answered and smiled, pecking the top of his nose. Chani grinned back and moved back, taking away your panties then his boxers slowly. 

Chani stared at your naked body in awe as you couldn’t take your eyes off his full hard member. It was so beautiful - his toned body, his dick hard for you, this scene of the two of you completely bare in front of each other for the first time.

Your eyes met and sweet smiles graced both of your faces. Chani hovered over you again, faces just inches away, his hot breath fanning your parted lips. “I love you, Y/N”, he spontaneously confessed, broughing a hand up to caress your cheek. 

You could swear your heart was about to explode, just like the thunders out there. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend was saying he loved you for the first time, on your first time making love, on the first night you spent together. That was the moment when you were sure: you did want to give yourself totally to him. You were finally able to take the next step on your relationship. That was you were waiting from love.

“I love you too, Chani”, you whispered back, caressing his cheek too. And your lips naturally met again, perfectly molded against each other, so tenderly, so in love. 

“I don’t have a condom”, Chani said when he broke to kiss, annoyed by the pressure between his legs. 

“Let’s do it anyway. I’m on my pills”, you reassured him, but he didn’t seem very convinced. “Just pull out, then”, you snorted. 

“Are you desperate for me, huh?”, he teased, giving you a smirk.

“Just like you are for me”, you teased back and Chani rubbed his index finger against your folds to test the waters, little gasps escaping from your throat.

“So wet already”, he chuckled and didn’t waste more time positioning himself in your entrance. “Tell me if it’s hurt”, he warned you and carefully slid his length into your pussy, soft moans breaking free from both of you. 

Chani’s thrusts were slow but deep, his dick stretching you out perfectly as your tight walls embracing him warmly. His head dropped a little when he picked a quicker pace, hands planted on either side of your shoulders while your nails scratched desperately his back. 

Your eyes could barely stay opened, but you still manage to see how beautiful Chani was on top of you, his rosy cheeks, parted lips and messy hair bringing a cute but hot version of him. He met your eyes for a second and smiled, before leaning down to place soft kisses on you, although his thrusts down there weren’t soft at all, not anymore. 

Occasionally, Chani slowed down his pace, worshiping you with slow deep thrusts, making you feel all his veins, letting your pussy enjoy all of him, till he picked his pace again, his name falling from your mouth like a prayer.

Chani’s hips started to lose their control, becoming ragged and sloppy, as his high was near. Your legs were the same, shaking helplessly around his waist, your moans getting higher and more frequent as your orgasm was approaching as well. 

“Baby, I’m gonna cum inside”, he whined, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he was about to explode. You only moaned in response, unable to form decent phrases, hands mercilessly pulling Chani’s hair. 

“Baby, I’m coming”, you yelled as your walls clenched around Chani’s cock one last time before your orgasm assumed control of your body. Right after, Chani released his cum inside you, pressing his mouth on your shoulder to stifle his deep moans. 

You kept embraced for a while, Chani pulling out, as you recovered your breath. He slowly pressed soft pecks on your neck, going up your jawline and cheeks, till landed on your lips. “How are you feeling?”, he asked when you opened your eyes. 

“So good”, you breathed and laughed embarrassed. “I can’t believe we just did it”, you mumbled, hiding your face into his neck as Chani chuckled. 

“But we did it, baby. And it was perfect”, he said, kissing your temple and turning on his back to place you on top of him. Chani cupped your face, finding your eyes and smiling. “I love you, my love”, he confessed again, feeling his cheeks getting red. 

“I love you more, my love”, you playful answered back, showering his face with little kisses as he tightened his arms around you.

“Y/N”, Chani tried to catch your attention again, “I’m so happy that my first time was with you”, he said cutely, caressing your cheek as he stared at your mouth.

“Me too, baby. You have all my first times”, you mumbled, grinning from ear to ear. “My first kiss”, you pecked his lips, “the man who I made love for the first time with”, you pecked the tip of his nose, “the first man who I’ll sleep with”, you pecked his forehead. 

His mouth gestured one more “I love you” before kissing you again, rolling the two of you to your sides, molding your bodies together. 

The storm had finally stopped and it was freezing out there, but neither of you had to worry about it. In your bed, there was warmth, there was love, there was the man you loved and nothing mattered anymore. That was the first of a million times.

[nicolotakulamera]

the little dark blue flame 1/2

At first I saw it as a happy coincidence, after some time I thought of it as something destined to happen. A connection with wukong that always existed between us, something beyond an encounter many lifetimes ago.

  An encounter that happened with a small mortal afraid of what is, of what was coming out of his being. The shadows that stretched and consumed his surroundings with unsteady emotions so he delayed his plans a bit with the boy and his friends.

  It all started out as a disaster, too shy, too vulnerable and weak, soft He reminded him too much of himself, clumsy on his own two feet, too much innocence in his eyes, desperate to learn more, to be more than he ever dreamed of, willing to give anyone his faith who would give him a little acceptance.

It was easy to make him train until he fainted, putting honey on his lips under the promise that he would understand everything that happened to him, and live with them in the best way. Where MK was soft and gullible An Yan would be hard and distrustful.

An Yan had no friends in Megapolis, he had just moved in driven by a need he didn't fully understand. So when he needed him he locked the young man in his clutches, reinforcing his insecurities so that he only needed him and nurturing his anger to explode at the slightest provocation and always following his orders. Creating his student, his weapon, his spear, it was magnificent.

He adored him, he was happy to have a disciple, but he also hated him seeing all his flaws, all his fears and weaknesses, it generated a pain in his chest, right in the middle. That his little shadow was growing by leaps and bounds under his tutelage, molding him in his own image and likeness.

It filled his heart with darkness and envy, that he would take by force everything he desired, no door would be closed to him as he used everything he had for even if his body felt destroyed with the power used, because power was all he needed and his master of course.

  But he didn't count on his mortal heart even if he had weakness.

  -What are you trying to do with that boy?-

-What boy are you talking about?-

Macaque growled taking the poster from An Yan's hands where the shadow theater presentation was announced.

  -Don't treat me like a fool, the twins told me who the cute boy was after trying to get me into that pumpkin-

The black-furred macaque tensed up when he heard that those gold and silver idiots tried to put his apprentice in their fucking gourd of illusions.

  -I'm going to kill them-

-Never mind I already beat them, tell me why are you torturing that kid, if it's a way to get back at the monkey king and prove you're better, just send me and I'll fight the kid I've improved a lot, I don't think it's necessary to involve others if it's just the monkey king's kid, maybe we could-

An Yan gradually approached the shadow monkey, as he spoke he placed a hand on the monkey's shoulder. But the monkey did not listen to him, he could only look at the boy in front of him, with his training clothes, his free arms full of wounds that still had not finished healing due to his lack of invulnerability, he could not even disappear in the shadows yet, his split eyebrow that reminded him of his scar hidden by the glamour, that confident smile but insecure eyes, that mortality.

And the hatred in his stomach burned stronger than ever, with the back of his hand he struck the boy in the face knocking him backwards until he fell to the ground near the weapons cache, some blood ran down his lower lip to his chin, the blow had burst his lower lip

-Master?-

He looked somewhat confused and incredulous at the macaque, he had never hit him or treated him badly outside of training so he was shocked by the outburst.

  -You think you're ready, don't make me laugh, you've only had a few months of training and yet you're still bleeding from a little bump?-

-But I...

An Yan Yan tried to stand up and face his master's accusations but he landed on the boy, crashing his shadow staff right next to the boy's head creating a small crater from the force used. One of the staff's barbs slightly scratched the other's cheek causing him to bleed from there as well.

  -You are not even prepared for a fight with the weakest trash in this city, stay in the leftovers, behind my protection since that is the only thing you will serve me for, you are nothing but my shadow and you will be nothing else so learn your place or die as the poor and insignificant shadow you are, because that is what you will get if you go to fight with that kid-

An Yan looked at him from the ground, her eyes were glazed over with tears, her expression was one of fear, but also of pain, she did not expect that the spirit that reached out to her and gave her all the answers she needed when she did not know what to do. That Macaque himself was telling him that he was worthless in his eyes, filled him with pain, he closed his eyes blocking his tears and changing his pain for anger as he was taught, then there was an explosion of shadows that threw the macaque crashing him into a wall of the dojo.

  Macaque emerged from the rubble of the wall where he had been embedded by the force of the explosion only to hear the front door slam shut, in the hall there was only a smoking hole and a mess of papers and weapons scattered on the floor, An Yan was gone.

[murdereraisuha]

screaming about chapter 5 but more coherently this time

This is gonna cover 1. the recent update’s events in comparison to my previous theories & expectations, 2. the winner of the VDC and Vil’s character development 3. Kalim & Jamil’s character development, and 4. the main story moving forward

Spoilers for everything up to 5-67. Word count: 2117

So, in my “Jamil is Snow White” theory post, I used the events of the original Snow White to try and guess how TWST chapter 5 would correlate to it and what characters would fill what roles (Snow White, huntsman, prince, etc.) in the story.

Originally, I kind of assumed the beginning of chapter 5 would line up to either the beginning of the movie or halfway through when the Queen is already hatching her plan to get Snow White with the poison apple. However, it seems like the movie events have actually been compacted into 5-57 to 5-67.

After the NRC rehearsal, Vil becomes the most beautiful, corresponding to the beginning of the movie when the Queen is still the most beautiful. Then, Neige, out of his natural cuteness rather than hard work and practice like Vil, usurps him, representing the point Snow White becomes the fairest in the land. The next part with the apple juice and Rook coming to the rescue is a mix of the next part of the movie, when the huntsman tells Snow White to run, and the part of the movie with the poison apple. Then, the MC and the rest of the dance team kind of act like the dwarves by fighting the Queen/Vil. However, other than that, everyone follows their corresponding role: Neige is Snow White and Rook is the huntsman.

I think the story as it has played out makes sense. I was initially startled by Vil suddenly going murder mode, but. To work so hard on this song and choreography and training up your team, only to have the media love your lifetime rival who’s only brought an arrange of a kid’s song with clumsy singing and dancing to the table, potentially crushing your plan for victory here... I understand Vil’s feelings here and the sudden, desperate decision to curse Neige.

Rook’s actions after that don’t seem too out of line with what we know about his personality and his unconventional beliefs/actions regarding beauty and Vil’s beauty. Seriously though, wtf please don’t just drink poison. Anyway, I really enjoyed Kalim coming in then. The way he noticed Vil’s face being like Jamil’s before his overblot? The part when he tried to remind Vil that no one drank the juice so Vil hasn’t hurt anyone yet? Good stuff right there.

However, the way things played out also disappointed me somewhat. Though we had a Kalim & Jamil interaction, we still haven’t had a good resolution to their character/relationship development, so hopefully that’s in the final part of chapter 5. Furthermore, though Kalim did slap the apple juice away, I really felt like he and Jamil would have had more involvement with poison/curses in this part considering all the stuff in this chapter about Kalim being poisoned in the past.

There’s also the fact that all Jamil did was evacuate the area, it was Kalim and Rook who were around when Vil overblotted. The pattern of the previous overblot causing the next has kind of been broken. It could mean that the pattern was actually the dorm leader causes the next overblot?? Anyway, I’m hoping that Jamil will have his time in the spotlight in the next part.

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So that kind of brings me to the future. First off, who will win the VDC? Personally, I think that it will be NRC. With everyone so enthusiastically proclaiming in 5-67 that they’re going to win the championship, it would feel off for them to fail. From things that Vil has said this chapter, like in 5-37 when he admonishes Deuce that effort isn’t enough to succeed, it seems like the bad route/worst case scenario of Vil’s outlook is to lose hope that his efforts will ever give him success or a happy end. Therefore, the good route would be for him to keep hope, to keep the belief that he can get his happy end, and I think winning the VDC would be the thing that would support this belief. I do not think he would learn much from losing; if he has already lost and got relegated to the role of villain so many times before, one more time would not mean much to him. 

Other people have said that Vil also needs to learn to chill and stop holding people to such high standards, which is something I agree with. Though Epel’s beliefs on masculinity and power were pretty harmful, Vil’s methods of trying to correct those beliefs were also harmful. Vil’s treatment of Epel at the end of Epel’s ceremony robes story seriously left a bad taste in my mouth. The thing is, something or someone would need to prompt a change in Vil’s beliefs for a change to occur. After Deuce and Epel’s  outing, they seem to be pretty chill with Vil, so there aren’t any conflicts in the group. I can’t think of anyone in the team other than Kalim and maybe Ace who would have a strong enough opinion on not pushing yourself too hard that they would try and give that opinion to Vil, and Kalim’s already had a big interaction with Vil in 5-62.

So, I feel like any further Vil character development this chapter would come from an interaction with Neige. Going back to the debate of who will win VDC, we know that Vil resents Neige for always being the hero. If Neige won yet again, would Vil take what he says to heart? However, if Vil won, that would be a new situation. I think that the first things he hears from a Neige that has finally lost would be impactful to him.

I’m not sure though of all this though because of this line in 5-66:

Vil’s saying that throwing a tantrum and taking it out on other people was awful of him. Though it obviously refers to his attempts to murder before and during his overblot, it could also point to an overall shift in mindset regarding how he treats others. His attempts to mold Epel into a poison apple, for example, stemmed from his own ambitions and frustration at Neige, which you could interpret as a sort of tantrum that he then took out on Epel. Vil may have already learned to relax on pushing his high standards on others.

Regardless of if that’s true or not, I personally think that Vil and Neige still have a lot that they could learn from each other, assuming my perception of Neige as being innocent rather than a white lotus is correct. Vil’s team’s performance had a lot of cohesion and rehearsal put into it, but it was very competitive focused. On the other hand, Neige and the dwarves obviously had a lot of fun with their performance. However, it was clumsy and they were ill prepared. Therefore, Vil could teach Neige more discipline and planning while Neige could teach Vil about how to not lose sight of finding joy in your work.

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As I have already said, I’m hoping for more Kalim & Jamil stuff in the final part of chapter 5. I originally theorized that something would happen to one of them, probably Kalim, and that would lead to some sort of reveal about their feelings and the chapter would end with them clearly on the trajectory to repair their relationship and really become friends. 

Since nothing happened yet and neither got poisoned/cursed, I think then that the event that sparks the finale of their character development would probably relate directly to the VDC. First off for our possibilities, we have the two’s families watching as Jamil takes the spotlight as a main vocal while Kalim is in the back. Given what we know, I don’t think Kalim’s family would be too happy about that. The conflict from that definitely seems like it could result not only in some sort of understanding between Kalim and Jamil, but also maybe even a change in Jamil or his family’s status. For a less dramatic possibility, we also know from 5-47 that Jamil’s sister will be coming to watch. If she makes an appearance, perhaps she will have some unexpected insight to say that would lead to a discussion & development between Jamil and Kalim.

Finally, my Jamil becomes the most beautiful theory might still be partially true, though idk if that’s just me not wanting to give up on it cause of how funny it would be. Basically, the theory was that, after the VDC performances, the internet/media become super interested in Jamil due to how talented and handsome he is. I originally thought that could serve as a factor for Vil overblot, but now I think it could prompt some discussion & development between Jamil and Kalim due to it serving as a clear example of Jamil finally showing his true ability and by how much Jamil was letting Kalim win. Furthermore, Vil might be affected by an event like that. Though the overblot’s already happened, perhaps something happening with Jamil specifically would lead to something happening between him and Vil, fulfilling the pattern of the previous overblot doing stuff with the next. I’m out of ideas for the Scarabia boys, so let’s continue.

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Honestly, I don’t think anything will happen with Idia and Ortho outside of a quick teaser at the very end of the chapter. Considering that we still have to cover all the stuff with the VDC performance and its results and the aftermath of the results, Idia’s presentation thingy might not even happen until chapter 6.  ?

Idk, rn I’m more concerned about the overarching plot with Mickey Mouse than I am about chapter 6 Ignihyde shenanigans. So, we had a little flash of the Queen/Hag during the day, and also we finally discovered that Malleus is Malleus. So things are picking up a bit. I’m not sure if something unexpectedly big this chapter will happen though. I’ve seen people saying that the boss was surprisingly easy so there might be another big battle coming up. I don’t actually play the game so I don’t know anything about that, is it intentional or is it just that the chapter took so long to update that y’all had tons of time to beef up your boys? For me, it did feel like the Vil overblot was the climax of the chapter. With all the other stuff like the VDC results and the Scarabia boys’ character development, I don’t know if there’s any more room. There could be some big new info with Mickey Mouse or Grim’s bad eating habit, but I can’t picture something happening that would warrant another boss battle.

I do have some thoughts on Mickey Mouse, but I think I’ll save my memey ones for another post and wait for the end of chapter 5 before getting my serious thoughts together. Anyway, now a little talk on chapter 6. So, we have 4 options: chapter 6 will be something regarding Idia’s presentation, something regarding Deuce borrowing the magical wheel, something combining those two plot points, or something else entirely. 

Well, for something combining those two, Riddle was the one wanting Idia to go do the presentation in person, right? So, Idia probably doesn’t like Riddle that much. Maybe he wants to make some sort of plan to get back at Riddle. What can he use? 

Uh I just looked back at 5-39 to figure out what exactly is up and one translation says Deuce forcefully borrowed the magical wheel and another says he borrowed it as a huge favor??? The original says 無理言って借���てきた, deepL translates it as forcibly borrowed, 無理を言って means asking for something unreasonable. What exactly are the circumstances here?

Okay whatever, look, Deuce is in some sort of debt to Ignihyde. Idia could use him since he and Riddle are in the same dorm. Idk my train of thought got wrecked by the translation confusion.

But anyway so we know Deuce is probably gonna be Meg. I’ve never watched Hercules and I don’t know anything about it aside from what I’ve just read on wikipedia. The summary there says that Hercules kills a bunch of monsters and becomes famous then Hades holds Meg hostage in exchange for Hercule’s powers and Hercules accepts the trade but then “Hades reveals that Meg was working for Hades all along” ??? And then in the end though “ Hercules chooses to remain on Earth with Meg”. So what happens, is Meg good or what? Alright it might be better to at least wait for whatever sneak peek of chapter 6 we get at the end of chapter 5 before speculating. Let’s end this here before it gets any longer.

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@badboysupr​ said:  for the mun questions meme!! 6 & 15 uwu

Questions for Muns of Canon Muses - Accepting!

6. What is the general opinion of your muse’s fandom about them? Do you agree with it?

In general, this is what I’ve seen the fandom say about Sonia:

- SO PRETTY!!!

- Boring. Literally so boring. Why does anyone like her?

- Please step on me/drive over me in a tank so I can thank you

- Sonia’s fate in SDR2 should’ve been different because she’s boring and useless (trying to avoid spoilers for mutuals playing the games for the first time rn, but if you’ve played the game, you know how it ends for her. A lot of fans think she should’ve been, ah, more involved in the other trials)

- She’s a giant idiot who can’t get phrases right. What a moron!

- She only exists to cause more character development for Gundham and Kazuichi. Or, alternatively, Sonia is just in the way of the Gundham/Kazuichi ship and should be removed immediately. 

- ROMANTICALLY SHIP HER WITH ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE. Mostly because she’s so nice and will automatically care for/look after your character/muse!

- Is being a princess an actual talent? Really?

- She’s cute with Gundham! And Chiaki! And Akane!

- Too obsessed with serial killers and horror movies.

Now, as to if I agree with it?

...A lot of it, absolutely not (though I agree she’s pretty and she is fascinated by horror and serial killers). 

Some of it is a Danganronpa writing/characterization problem. Some of it is what, I believe at least, the fandom deems a strong/good/worthwhile female character (You don’t see much Chiaki or Kyoko hate, for example. Don’t get me started on the female characters I personally don’t care for, because the fandom LOVES them, for the most part. Actually, that goes for characters in general I don’t really like in this series). And Sonia doesn’t fit that mold. 

My biggest gripes with how the fandom sees her are the following: That she’s boring/didn’t deserve the screen time she got, that she’s only there for shipping fodder/give Gundham and Kazuichi character development, she’s an idiot/being a princess isn’t a real talent, and she needs to be romantically involved with everyone.

Being a princess isn’t boring. Sonia rattles off the variety of skills she has to master as a princess and...that’s no small feat, honestly. She has to master international law, economics, languages, diagnostic medicine, mandatory military training, and more. She’s sheltered, she’s still learning Japanese (at least in the beginning of the DR3 anime and, due to the circumstances of SDR2, that game as well), she’s just very happy to be here. But that doesn’t make her an idiot or worthless: she’s not brash or always brandishing a weapon, but that doesn’t make her any less strong and capable of a person.

Now, for being shipping fodder? That’s a problem, a rather big one in fact, with the writing in this series. I can absolutely see where fans are coming with that, and while I don’t care for that opinion I can understand it. Frankly, the games don’t give her a lot of scenes where she can really utilize her talent (let’s not talk about the final episode of DR3. Where Sonia is concerned, it just aggravates me): she’s there for Kazuichi to simp over and for Gundham to have a friend or girlfriend. There are plenty of scenes in SDR2 that are wholly focused on this. Sometimes both at the same time.

And finally, just because a muse is a kind person with a tendency to look after others before herself does not mean she needs to be romantically involved with everyone. Especially on this blog, chemistry is important and some of the “popular” Sonia ships I just don’t care for over here. Being nice doesn’t equal immediate attraction/I love you/let me care for and look after you forever and ever.

Sigh. This got more rant-y than I intended. I’m sorry about that. I try to stay out of fandom discourse for the most part.

15. What plots/interactions leave you feeling protective of your muse?

In general, these two are the biggest ones that make me feel protective to the point of hesitating to write them at all, barring muns I really trust:

Smut and Despair-verse. And frankly, for my Sonia headcanons, these two are combined more often than not. 

It mostly boils down to the following: I hate being followed/interacted with solely for the point of shipping, especially just for the sake of smut. I do write it. Sonia is, in many ways, a sex-positive muse who does engage in consensual, age-appropriate sexual intercourse. But I like writing it as part of a bigger plot, a bigger story, and not for the sake of two characters having sex with each other. When that’s the only plot on the table, it gets stale very fast and it can feel, at times, that it’s more to appeal to the mun, so to speak, than actually write a fun and engaging plotline. I’ve also been burned so many times by blogs just wanting to fuck my muse and nothing else that I’m just tired of dealing with it.

It’s why there’s smut on here, but not too often and it’s always after a lot of interactions and character development leading to that point.

For Despair-verse, it’s more writing it to fit a larger story as well, as opposed to just writing a lot of violent/gross/sexual content for the sake of writing it. I allude more to Sonia’s past acts in threads than actually writing Despair-verse itself, but I’ve run into muns who just want to write something disturbing for the sake of it and not for any real character development. And I’m not a fan of that.

Two topics that I’m protective of for the same reason, honestly. Because I like long-term plots, threads, character development and I hate feeling like my muse (and my writing) has just been used for sex/violence and then the other mun and muse disappear.