#Like they would have such a complex and dynamic relationship

[bueckers]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ━━━ 𝐏𝐁

a/n | hiii! new blog but not new to wbb or writing, i’m infact true to this! masterlist & blog introduction soon but i thought i’d get a fic out first (this is lowkey long but bare with me).

summary | in which the pleasure elicits a confession.

warning(s) | smut with plot! fingering, fear of being caught, praising, pet names, scissoring, some angst at the end, idk paige is absolutely obsessed with you..

pairing | paige bueckers x fem reader

You hadn’t particularly expected yourself to get sexually involved with the star athlete of UConn, but it kinda just happened.

You’d met Paige Bueckers through Azzi Fudd during yours and hers junior year. Hitting it off with her and the team was no problem. You got along with everyone and it was one of the many qualities that could be admired, but Paige found a sense of comfort with you.

During the start of her recovery, she found it hard to go back to going out like she used to. But the one night she’d decided to make an appearance for the first time since tearing her ACL, she met you and it changed everything. You had morals that changed her perspective, a bright smile that lured her in, and confidence that wasn’t too cocky to be deemed unattractive. You were everything.

From hangouts with the group to study sessions and finally hanging out alone, you found yourselves entirely comfortable with one another. So much so that the team had gotten so used to seeing you together, that they asked where the other was when you were by yourself.

One night when Paige had decided to stay over at your dorm, you’d been wrapped up in a conversation about relationships and the complexity that came with them. You both had similar ideas just like you did on nearly everything. Paige not being able to really commit to anybody with her busy schedule, and you just simply not being into dating. It never went well for you. The last girl fucked up and if there was one thing you always got sick of, it was waiting for people to change.

An idea sparked your mind, and just like always, you spoke it. It was a suggestion that would possibly change your dynamic forever, but as Paige watched the words slip out of your mouth and your eyes dart between her lips and eyes; something you always did but it seemed different this time, she couldn’t say no. It felt like a bad idea. She really liked you and wasn’t sure where that would lead the two of you, but she would’ve taken any part of you she could get her hands on.

Now, a little less than a year later, it was safe to say your dynamic had changed. Completely. Paige was at the highest point in her career, her popularity only expanding just everyday. Your casual sex continued, but the more intimate you got, the more Paige found it hard to deny the feelings she felt for you. She distanced herself. You didn’t talk the way you used to and surely didn’t hangout the way you used to, because those hangouts always turned into more.

You missed Paige. You had her but you didn’t have her, and although you knew what your suggestion would bring, you still couldn’t pinpoint why she couldn’t open up to you anymore. Why she avoided conversing with you alone. It was an abrupt change from the comfortability she’d showed when everything first started, exploring each other in ways past imagination because that’s what the agreement was for. But everything changed so quickly, and Paige found more meaning in the words she whispered while reaching her high, more meaning in the flirty jokes, and more meaning in your lingering gazes. She over-analyzed everything, and it was fucking driving her crazy.

Nobody knew. You couldn’t even fix your lips to tell Azzi how you’d been hooking up with her best friend. You were sure everyone had an idea though; paige could hide a lot of things physically but the glint in her eyes when she looked at you was undeniable, and although KK and a few others had pointed it out jokingly, you two brushed it off like it was nothing.

Currently, you’d been sitting at a table with some of the team members at the bar. It had been getting late despite you only being on your second drink and not feeling a bit of it, engrossed in a conversation with Aubrey about all kinds of things. Sometimes you wished you were a lightweight.

A few minutes later, Paige slid onto the stool next to you, but you didn’t acknowledge her. You hadn’t talked to her in a little bit over a week, and finally decided that if she wanted to play the distant game, you would too. She seemed a little tipsy to you, her continuous movements you caught in the corner of your eye proving so. You could admit she looked good when she first walked in. She must’ve worn braids to practice or something because her wavy locks had been flowing over her broad shoulders, a look she knew you fell weak to.

Your attention averted at the sound of Azzi’s voice. “I’m heading out!” She announced loud enough for her friends to hear. They bid her with goodbyes as you began to gather your things, stopping at the feeling of Paige’s hand creeping up on your thigh. She turned to you, a look on your face that you could’ve mistakened for a slight pout.

“I wanna take you home,” was as all she said, and your eyebrows furrowed for a moment. You understood her words, but found it hard to comprehend as her thumb began stroking the crease dangerously close to your center.

Regaining composure, you cleared your throat. “‘S okay. I rode with Az, she can take me home,” You replied almost sharply. You didn’t question her silence over the past week, not in the mood to cause a scene; just responded like everything was normal, yet one thing you could never hide was an attitude.

As you turned to get up, content with the few words exchanged, Paige twirled your stool back around to her with her opposite hand, stopping you. “I wanna take you home,” She stated again, her voice low but firm. You knew Azzi had been stalling as she waited for you, so as you locked eyes with Paige’s piercing blue hues, you knew what you had to do. What felt right but so wrong.

Averting your gaze, you whipped your head to Azzi’s direction, immediately catching her eye and jerking your head to the side slightly to indicate that Paige would be taking care of you (in more ways than one). She gave you a knowing look, causing you to roll your eyes and spin back around to Paige. She had her suspicions, but they weren’t confirmed so it didn’t matter.

As soon as you did so, Paige easily stepped down from the barstool, grabbing your hand so she could help you down, a bigger challenge for your height. “We’re heading out too,” She stated simply, and the crew eyed your exchange, little chuckles escaping their lips. The entire group had their conspiracies about you two, simply because they’d never seen Paige act like this around any other girl.

Saying your goodbyes, you hadn’t realized Paige’s hand still interlocked with yours as she looked around the bar, seemingly antsy and ready to go as you said goodbye to her teammates. As you dragged her out, she glanced down at your hands, quick to pull them apart and cover it up by reaching to slip her lanyard out of her pocket, the ringing of the keys interrupting the silence.

You only stared at her a second longer before sighing, licking your lips as you crossed your arms. Your position didn’t falter the entire way there, and the walk from the campus bar to Paige’s dorm felt like ages.

“Is there a reason for that lil’ attitude you got?” Paige chirped, the two of you barely making it through the door as she walked in before you, her back turned as she flung her keys to the counter. You scrunched your face up as you shut the door behind you, your arms finally uncrossed.

“What are you talking about?” You asked in fake oblivion. You were aware of the sharpness in your tone when you first replied to her. Your demeanor the whole walk here even.

Paige only chuckled, turning around swiftly as she leaned against the island. “Heard it there too,” she said, pointing out the way you’d responded. “I do something?”

It was your turn to chuckle, audibly shocked that she had the nerve to even ask such a thing. “How’d you decide that tonight was the perfect night to have sex with me again after ignoring me for a week?” You ask rhetorically, a smile on your face. You wanted to punch the stupid smirk off of hers. She was too cocky for her own good, and you knew your words would only ignite that trait.

“If you wanted me sooner you could’ve hit me up, you know this,” She replied, her arms now crossed over her chest as her tongue swarmed her mouth. She was amused.

You scoffed, walking closer as you spoke which was something you tended to do when you were upset. You got in people’s faces. “That’s not the point, Paige.” You stuttered out, looking for the right words. Only Paige could make your normally nimble-minded self stutter at such a comeback.

Her eyes scanned your face. “Then what is the point, mama?” Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden pet name. This girl knew you in and out and she was using it to her advantage. It hurt, but you blamed yourself.

You stopped in front of her, trying not to let her looks get the best of you as you bit down on your lip. “You’ve been distant,” you mumbled, avoiding her gaze as you stared at the ground. You felt pathetic— something you’d only felt a few days out of the year. It was rare. “And I hate it.” You finally emphasized, peering up at Paige who seemed to have lost any of her previous confidence at your words.

Her lips were plump and parted as she stared at you. It was enough to know you’d noticed and that you cared, but she didn’t want to address it, she wanted to kiss you. In one swift motion, she dropped her arms to their respective places, like a default and they knew where to go: one gripping your waist like her life depended on it, and the other cupping your face like she was being handed something she was told to take care of.

Your body trembled as you softened underneath her, your lips automatically moving against hers as you used all your pent-up emotions to keep up with her. You’d forgotten all about your said attitude and the way Paige had totally dismissed the conversation, but right now, it was the last thing you cared about.

Her tongue slipped into your mouth, eliciting a whine from you at the quickness that made Paige’s knees buck. She loved to hear you. She loved any sound you made. You made her weak.

“Can never get e-fucking-nough of you,” she breathed out, the comment more to herself. It was words like these that made you question how casual your hooking up was. She got so poetic and warm in the world of sex with you, and you loved it. It didn’t matter if she was praising or belittling you because you would eat it up every damn time.

Your hands roam through the waves of her hair, finding a spot that you comfortably grip and tug, the motion causing Paige’s lips to part from yours as her head tilted back slightly. You brought your lips down to her jaw, peppering kisses down the line and to her neck as you held her by her hair, Paige smiling above you. It always started like this— a constant fight for dominance that Paige always won. It was why she’d been smiling so hard.

It didn’t take long for you to find that good spot of hers, her smile instantly becoming a face of pure satisfaction as you sucked a light hickey onto her neck within seconds. You never did that because you knew Paige would only have to cover it up, but it felt right.

As Paige’s hands hooked under your legs and hoisted you up, you yelped, following the gesture with a giggly laugh that Paige couldn’t help but crack a smile at. She missed you. “Tired of standing,” she mumbled, carrying you to her bedroom. During the short way there, your lips had found her face again, never getting enough of all of the places you could leave a wet, sensual peck.

Setting you down at the edge of the bed, Paige turned around so she could shut and lock the door. She slid her UConn sweatshirt off in the process, pivoting back to you as you sat there in all your glory, laid back on your elbows. Paige immediately got to work, pulling off your pants as she hovered over you, her bottom lip sitting snug in between her teeth.

Glancing up at her, you immediately wanted her closer as she took them off painfully slow, and as soon as she was done throwing them into a corner of her room, she didn’t have any time to fully turn her head before you were pulling her into you, kissing her eagerly for the second time that night.

Her hands roamed beneath your engulfed bodies as her mind already knew where everything was without having to look. If there was one thing she learned from having sex with you, it was your body. She knew it as if it were a topic she’d studied for hours. Her fingers glided over your clothed cunt, causing your body to squirm at the unexpected touch.

She smiled into the kiss at your reaction and the feeling of your wetness, her body falling next to you as she propped herself up with her elbow. She pushed the fabric to the side with two fingers, her lips continually moving against yours as she circled your clit. Without warning, she pushed her two middle fingers into you. You never needed much foreplay because of how wet you got so easily, but that was a gift only Paige received.

You instantly pulled away from the blonde at the feeling, your head glancing down to her moving fingers as your mouth fell agape. Paige’s hooded eyes stared at the side of your face as your head eventually settled back onto her leaned arm with a gasp. She licked her lips, looking at the way her fingers moved in and out of you so effortlessly. “Look, baby. Doin’ so good for me.” She praised, your moans sounding like music to her ears as your eyes fluttered shut.

Suddenly, she curled her fingers, eliciting a loud, pornographic moan from the depths of your throat. “I told you to look,” she stated firmly. You opened your eyes slowly but surely as Paige lifted her arm underneath you so your head was at an elevated angle to see the bottom half of your body, and you swore you would come simply at the sight and Paige’s strength that had been showcased from her holding you. “So fuckin’ pretty,” she cooed. Another praise. Paige never cursed, but when she got in bed with you, it was inevitable.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” you told her, and although your mind had been completely fucked out, you were still good at picking out the things Paige got weak about, which realistically would be everything, including when you called her baby.

Her breathing picked up, the room becoming hot. “Yeah? Can’t wait any longer?” Paige questioned, and you automatically shook your head through moans, turning to look at Paige who had her eyes locked on you. She took a snapshot of you with her eyes, a picture she would frame in the Louvre if given the chance.

“N-no. Can’t wai— fuck!” You came undone on Paige’s fingers with a loud groan as her pace quickened inside of you, your juices coating her fingers. She couldn’t revert her gaze from your glistening cunt and the way it reflected on her slender hands, getting an urge to taste you, yet she held off.

Your chest heaved as she slowed down, a noise being made as she slipped out of you. You laid back once more despite the fact that Paige’s arm must’ve fallen asleep by now, watching through half-shut eyes as her fingers came into view. She shoved them into your mouth, her lips parting as she tilted her head slightly and watched you lick your own slick.

“Mmm,” she mumbled, nearly drooling as you grabbed her hand with your own, pushing her digits further into your mouth. You indulged at your own pace, peering up at her, knowing the thrill it would give her. Your tongue slid between the two fingers, working its way to slurp everything off. Finally, Paige had enough.

She forced her fingers out of your mouth, sliding out with a pop because of how tight you’d wrapped around them. She got up and made her way around the bed, settling with her back against the headboard. You followed her there with a crawl, laying in between her slightly spread legs as you leaned into kiss her. As your lips moved, you felt the urge for more, pulling away abruptly. Catching your breath, Paige couldn’t control her own as she looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. “What?” She breathed out, her hands still cupping your cheeks.

You looked down, your head moving in between her cupped hands. “Too many clothes.” You panted, prompting a smile from Paige who was quick to lift her hips up, your bottom halves crashing for a moment as she slipped her sweatpants off, throwing them off the side of the bed. You followed suit with your shirt, leaving you in a lacy, purple bra that made your tits look fucking phenomenal.

Paige leaned back against the headboard, taking in the sight as you sat up before her, teasingly running your hand up the strap of your bra while you looked down. You knew what you were doing, purple is Paige’s favorite color. Eventually, you brought both hands to the clasp in the back, finally glancing at Paige who seemed to be stuck in a daze. You smirked slightly, not tearing your eyes away from her as your tits fell from its holder, and Paige was ready to dive into you.

“C’mere.” Her voice was husk as she whispered for you to come closer, and you obeyed, crawling back to your previous position between her legs with a smirk. Thinking Paige was going to kiss you once more, you brought your lips closer to her, but she dipped her head to your collarbone, her mouth immediately getting to work as you moaned softly, bringing your hand up to play with her hair.

She began sucking, and you swore you started to feel dizzy. You glanced down at the pink-ish mark forming on your skin above the place she’d now been getting to work on, making you a bit confused in the mist of your heavy breathing before you glanced down at the spot on Paige’s neck that had now been a dark purple color. You didn’t think she’d noticed, but obliviously she had. Paige knew it wouldn’t be a good look to her friends, but she didn’t care. It was fair game and she couldn’t resist you.

She then moved down, beginning to fondle with your breasts. She massaged one with one hand, attaching her lips to the other, her tongue swarming your nipple. “Missed you so much.” You whimpered, bringing your hand around to tuck her hair behind her ear, getting a good sight of her. How pretty she looked beneath you like this was all you could think about.

A few moments later, she pulled her lips away, seemingly content with the work she’d done. She hastily pulled her boxers down afterwards, you following eagerly with your soaked panties, the same ones Paige hadn’t even bothered to pull down when fingering you. Just as the two of you tangled your legs together, your beating cunts an inch away from igniting the longing pleasure, the jingle of keys and distinct chatter interrupted the moment, making you whip your head around towards the door.

You could make out the voices of Amari and Ice, realizing they must’ve left a little bit after you and Paige. The walls were too thin for this.

Without notice, Paige pressed her bottom half into you, making you moan out. She was quick to cover your mouth before you could yourself, your eyebrows furrowing through pleasure and fear of being caught. “You know I love hearin’ you but you’re gonna have to be quiet for me, baby, okay?” she whispered, making you nod. Although the chances of being caught were high because of the unlocked door, the warmth of Paige’s clit hitting yours over and over was enough to make you forget about all of that.

You moved against her in a way Paige thought was painfully slow, a bead of sweat already forming at the top of her head as you both couldn’t tear your eyes away from where your bodies interlocked. She brought you down to her face, peppering soft kisses to your lips as you could barely build up the strength to kiss her back, all of it going into the way you moved.

Through low curses and pants, you finally mustered the strength to move your hand to Paige’s cunt, her reaction resulting in her dropping the hand previously over your mouth, her bones feeble. “Shit, keep going,” Paige murmured, her words enough to make you speed up your motions. Your hips bucked back and forth on her, whining as you tried to get as much as friction as possible.

Paige’s hands shot down to your waist, gripping them as she admired the way her fingers molded into your skin. They trailed down to your ass, her head tilting to the side a bit so she could get a good view of the way you looked from behind. She couldn’t quite fathom how you looked good in every position.

Dazed and breathless, you both felt your high bubbling within you as you continuously moved, the sound and smell of sex filling the room. “Paige, I’mmm.. fu— almost..” you could barely get any words out, but the blonde could make out what you were trying to say as she pushed her hips up further, getting any resistance she could.

“I’m right with you, fuck,” Paige dragged her words out, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to hold off a little longer, but she physically couldn’t. Her stamina was a bit better than yours overall because she was an athlete, but tonight she wasn’t holding off.

You leaned down to rest your head in the nape of Paige’s neck, the slightly new angle pushing you both over the edge. You felt intoxicated as you came undone, Paige’s center never giving the throbbing a rest as she came right with you like she’d promised. “Sh-shit.” Paige’s voice had gotten high for the first time that night. “I love you so fuckin’ much, fuck.” Paige admitted, her words rushed out. You only panted, bringing your head up to rest against her forehead as your chests heaved and you both stopped moving. Paige opened her eyes at your touch, only being able to stare into your eyes for so long— caught in a different universe as your lips hovered over hers.

Still breathless, Paige managed to wrap her arms around you and set you down next to her, your wet, sweaty body hitting her sheets. Coming down from the sacred high and finally having room to think, you’d only just then comprehended what Paige had said, knitting your eyebrows slightly from next to her. You turned your head, realizing she had managed to hoist herself up and put her clothes back on, grabbing scattered pieces of clothing in the process. Your scattered pieces of clothing.

You propped yourself up on both elbows, her comforter covering your chest. You realized that if anyone were to walk in right now, there would be no hiding the fact that you’d indeed just fucked— your mascara smudged, your hair an absolute mess. You cleared your throat, indicating you were back in the right state of mind and Paige’s body shook. Her back was turned to you, but she could already feel the tension heavy in the room.

Paige had never, not once said those three words to you. And with the way she was acting, you could tell it wasn’t one of her heat-of-the-moment sayings. She’d meant it. “Paige—“ she cut you off before you could address it.

“You should go. It’s late.” Despite her attempts to shake you off, Paige knew better than anyone that she wouldn’t get the last word with you. She might’ve been too full of herself, but you were one quick-witted individual.

You chuckled from behind her, an attempt to hide the actual hurt in your tone. “You’re serious?” you asked, although you knew she was. Your eyes were widened and you couldn’t believe she’d said such a thing before literally kicking you out.

She turned around and effortlessly tossed your clothes onto the bed, the garments landing right in front of you. She didn’t have to say anything. You could fucking feel it. You didn’t have the energy to put up a fight or an argument because it simply did not seem like she cared enough for it. Her words would only hurt you more. You’d known and learned this girl through and through and you would’ve never thought she’d do such a thing. You normally stayed the night, took a shower together, or even just stayed in each other’s warmth until having to tend to something. But tonight, she’d dropped a bomb and resulted in acting like an asshole.

You had a slight frown on your face as you hastily gathered your things, your clothes sloppily thrown on your body like you were sneaking out from a one-night-stand. You tucked your hair behind your ears as you put your shoes on, ignoring the unreadable expression on Paige’s face as her eyes shot daggers into you. Why weren’t you saying anything back? Why weren’t you shouting the most cruel things in her face? She felt like she’d deserved some backlash for what she just did, yet you seemed more hurt and eager to get out of her room than angry.

Without a second glance at the blonde, you rushed out of the room, nearly slamming the door behind you which elicited a slight jump from Paige. Waltzing across the living room, you almost didn’t catch the widened eyes of Amari and Ice in the kitchen. You didn’t care that their speculations had been confirmed, because it was shut down now. Despite being the only girl Paige had been fucking for months on end, she treated you like just another fling tonight, and you were hurt. You were hurt because you loved her too and she didn’t care enough to say it again.

[aburningconstellation]

a parallel i’ve been thinking a lot about lately is the “needed a parent, but ended up with an older sibling” dynamic that exists between anakin, qui gon, & obi wan and che’ri, thrawn, & thalias

anakin & che’ri both didn’t have a strong paternal figure when they were really little, but found one when they were like 9/10, in qui gon & thrawn respectively. but then those people were taken from them all too soon (by either death or exile) and the person that was left, obi wan & thalias, still cared for their young charges a great deal & would do anything they could to protect & support them, but both of them are still growing up too and will never be able to replicate that parent/child dynamic & exist more as siblings. we get to see more of that play out with anakin & obi wan since we get to see them at various stages of life and only have earlier stages of life of che’ri & thalias in canon right now

all of these relationships are so much more complex than just this, but this has really been activating my “it’s like poetry, it rhymes” senses this week

[sephirthoughts]

Smut dispenser?!! Well well, don't mind if I do!

One Sephiroth x (dealer's choice) please!

I dont care who he's with or not with I JUST NEED SEPHIROTH

DING DING DING YOU GET: Sephiroth x Cloud, semi-public, non-penetrative, with some psychoanalysis to spice up the porn. This one's actually smut, not a dicktease like the last one this stupid gacha machine spit out. The machine also made up the title don't blame me for it.

should go without saying but: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Do as the Greeks Romans Do

Some of them called him a cyborg. A boy robot. A toy soldier. All of them looked at him with expressions from the ‘pity’ or ‘disdain’ or even ‘disgust’ flash cards, that the PR team made him study. But he was small, then.

When he hit his late teens and had a mercurial growth spurt, most people’s expressions changed to the ones on the ‘nervous’, ‘anxious’ and ‘afraid’ cards. 

He was told by the PR team that they were just shy, because he was such a famous hero, and that was intimidating, to normal people. They said he should try smiling more. That would make civilians and colleagues feel more comfortable around him.

So, every day, he practiced carefully, in the mirror, until he had successfully trained himself to always wear the placid, non-threatening smile, from the expression cards.

He smiled while he was training. He smiled while he was slaughtering enemies. He smiled while he was talking to anyone, and when he was alone. When he was eating or bathing, or having samples of his blood and tissue and semen collected, for the Science and Research Division—always the same smile. 

Strangely enough, it actually worked. People began greeting him with friendly-card faces. They were less jumpy and nervous when he was in a room. Children no longer cried or ran away, when they saw him. During that time, his reputation as a war hero was also soaring, sky-high, which Shinra loved. 

Sephiroth hated it. He hated the false image they showed the public, that made him out to be some kind of super-patriot, acting for the good of all mankind. 

He wasn’t a guardian angel, he was just a naturally gifted person. He hated unnecessary cruelty, but otherwise, he liked fighting and killing, because he was good at those things. That was all he knew how to do.

His life wasn’t very enjoyable to him, in that period, but there were things he liked. He liked when people had happy-card faces. He liked when Genesis gave dramatic recitations of Loveless. He liked when Angeal and Zack talked energetically with one another, so he could listen and learn from their tones of voice and expressions. He was teaching himself how to be a person, and he learned from all of them. 

From Genesis, he learned that he liked beauty and poetry, but disliked jealousy and competitive hostility. From Angeal, he learned that he liked honor and loyalty. From Zack, he learned that he liked enthusiasm and perseverance. From Cloud, he learned that he liked boys. 

Or, one boy, at least. As ridiculous as it may sound, at that age, he’d still been an absolute novice, in that arena. A human weapon had no reason to learn about the complex and volatile dynamics of sexual relationships, and thus he was never taught. He knew of the concepts, theoretically—his education was thorough and rigorous—but that was all. 

What’s more, he had never felt anything akin to romantic attraction, and had certainly never associated sexuality with a person he found interesting. His experience of anything sexual was limited to the purely mechanical stimulation of his penis until ejaculation, in a sterile medical environment, with the goal of collecting samples of his semen, during his regular physical examinations. They took samples of blood, hair, tissue, and urine, as well. It was no different than that.

When Shinra’s tower of lies crashed down around him, and everything he’d been taught to believe about himself fell to wreck and ruin, he began to systematically examine and reject many of the principles that had been indoctrinated into him, since birth. 

Among these, was the idea that he did not have emotions. He did have them. He had always had them. But he had been forcibly suppressing them for so long, he no longer had the capacity to identify them, let alone cope with them. Particularly not complicated and unfamiliar ones, pertaining to an individual person. 

To put it briefly, Sephiroth wouldn’t know romantic attraction if it walked up and bit him on the lip. So, when he encountered a young man, who triggered a dizzying cascade of emotional and physical responses in himself, he was deeply confused, to say the least. 

Under the circumstances, it was perfectly understandable that he would misidentify his desire to penetrate Cloud sexually, as a desire to penetrate him with a sword, and would act accordingly. 

But, when it came to it, he was never able to strike a fatal blow. He simply couldn’t kill him. Then he wouldn’t. Then it became his line in the sand. No matter what happened, Cloud Strife had to live. How this jibed with his plan to end the world…that was uncertain. 

He had some vague idea that he’d expose the evil and hypocrisy of humanity to Cloud, and that Cloud, having the wool pulled from over his eyes, would join him. That he’d be understood and accepted, by someone whose understanding and acceptance were worthwhile, to him. 

What happened, instead, was that they wound up having a series of semi-hostile sexual interchanges, in semi-public locations. 

This had not been Sephiroth’s intention. When he caught Cloud in that first alleyway, he’d used his body to pin the small young man against a wall, from behind, purely as a restraining technique. 

What he did not expect, was that Cloud would gasp and writhe about in a such an alluring way. What he expected even less, was that feeling that small, warm body enveloped in his, would elicit such an immediate and potent sexual response from him.

Cloud’s helpless, warm-blooded-prey-animal reaction to his predatory incursion, made him so hard, his cock ached and strained uncomfortably against his leather trousers. 

When his suddenly erect member pressed against Cloud’s backside, Sephiroth found his rational mind overwhelmed by a torrent of aggression and possessiveness, like he had never experienced, before. 

He wanted this boy. Wanted to make him his own. Wanted to strip him to the skin and touch and taste his entire body. To push him down and penetrate him. To release his seed inside him. And he had absolutely no idea what to do about it.

He knew theoretically the way men had sex with men, but he had never had sex with anyone, and was fairly certain he would seriously injure boy, if he tried it now. 

That would be unacceptable. Cloud must remain alive and unharmed, no matter what. However, Cloud must also become his unequivocal possession, and submit his body and soul to him in every way. It was a conundrum.

Then he recalled some information Genesis had related to him, once, about the way in which the noblemen of some ancient society possessed their young, male lovers—by penetrating them between the thighs. Thus was the sex act accomplished, without injuring the receptive partner, nor compromising his chastity. 

He became hyper-focused on this idea, and was almost unaware what he was doing, till he’d already pulled the boy’s trousers and underwear down around his knees. Cloud struggled and thrashed, to absolutely no effect, until Sephiroth’s hot, heavy shaft slotted into the cleft of his ass. Then he went stiff and still, as if he’d petrified that way.

Sephiroth’s head spun, like a drunk, giddy and euphoric, with the tantalizing pleasure of rubbing his bare cock on Cloud’s velvety, naked skin. He reached around, from curiosity, and found the boy also rigidly erect, with a bit of slippery fluid leaking from the slit in the head of his small, pretty cock.

[EDITORIAL ADDENDUM: Mr. Strife has asked that it be here noted that his penis is actually well above average in size, and that Sephiroth’s perception was distorted, because he had only his own ‘freakishly huge’ member, as well as those of the ‘slightly less freakish but still fucking ridiculous’ Angeal and Zack, for comparison.] 

“Mm? What’s this?” Sephiroth hummed, giving it a squeeze.

“S—stop touching it!” Cloud sputtered, blushing so hard his ears and neck turned pink. “Let me go, you fucking psycho!”

“Now, now. There’s no reason for name-calling,” Sephiroth murmured in his ear, tracing the tips of his gloved fingers up and down the shaft, as he rocked his hips, grinding his formidable weapon against Cloud's ass. “You must like being touched, for you to be this way already.”

“What are you…what are you going to do to me?” Cloud asked breathlessly.

Though he was panting like a rabbit in a snare, it was only about half fear. Sephiroth could feel the electrified tension in his small body, practically vibrating against his own, but he didn’t pull away.

“Nothing that will hurt,” he said softly. 

Cloud gave a jolt, as Sephiroth’s cock, long and hard and thick, was thrust abruptly between his thighs, and the big, blunt head knocked into his balls. The sound that escaped his lips was obscene—halfway between a moan and a pleading whimper. 

It went straight to Sephiroth’s cock. He pulled back and thrust again, eliciting another deliciously lewd cry from Cloud’s mouth, and then it was on. 

Cloud squeezed his thighs together, and Sephiroth kept rutting between them, till they were both panting and overheated, intoxicated on the unspeakable pleasure of intimate, physical contact with one another, after all the violence and antagonism between them. 

Truth be told, Sephiroth was woefully unprepared for the world of difference between a spontaneous and mutually enthusiastic sexual interchange, and that sterile, manual stimulation he had known prior to this, which had been no different to him than urinating.

That had been perfunctory and joyless—just another duty that was expected of him. This was hot and messy and confused; poignant and visceral, almost to the point of being unbearable. It was…human. Maybe the only genuinely human experience he’d ever had.

When Sephiroth came, his mind blanked out, to white space. He lost his preternatural composure and gave a choked groan, sinking his teeth into Cloud’s warm, softly scented neck, and shuddering as his cock pulsed, releasing in long, aching bursts, between the boy’s accommodating thighs. 

He was still reeling, from his intense climax, when he noticed Cloud was stroking his own cock, in a frantic, ungraceful way, that was immensely charming to his terminally graceful partner. 

Even more charming, was the hand that had reached back and was clinging to his leather coat, pulling him closer, rather than pushing him away, for the first time in their acquaintance.

Luminous blue-green eyes, with dilated pupil slits, watched curiously, over Cloud’s shoulder, as the boy wrung himself rapidly to climax. Cloud arched his slender back against Sephiroth’s chest, leaning heavily on him, eyes squeezed shut, biting his rosy bottom lip, while he ejaculated, quick spurts of milky-white fluid, all over the wall in front of him.  

Then…neither of them moved, to break contact. They just remained that way, for several long minutes, in silence; Sephiroth holding Cloud tightly in his arms, no sound but the background hum of the city, and one another’s breathing.

The area where their bodies were pressed together began to feel humid and sticky, even through Cloud’s shirt. Keeping one hand securely on Cloud’s narrow waist, to prevent the half-conscious boy toppling over entirely, Sephiroth refastened his own trousers. Cloud stirred, in response to the movement.

“What…what the fuck just happened?” he said dazedly. 

Sephiroth chuckled. “Worry not, little puppet. You’re a still a virgin. For now.”

“How’d you know—I mean, who the hell said I was a virgin?” Cloud demanded, pulling away and turning around to look up at him.

But Sephiroth, overcome with a sudden, unreasoning terror of being perceived, in this vulnerable state, had already vanished, leaving the boy alone in the alley, blinking about confusedly, as he pulled up his trousers. 

[uwushitsuji]

Reading black butler again as an adult, I find myself thinking a lot the sexualization of Sebastian and Ciel's relationship. I was expecting to feel disgusted but.... Morals aside, I feel from a narrative standpoint, it actually works?

We all know most sebaciel scenes are fanservice, Yana used to draw yaoi, the anime was sold as "shonen-ai" etc etc It's 2024 there's no point to debate that over and over again.

But is that fanservice unnecesary? At least in the manga, I dont think so. For the better or for the worse, it does serve a purpose. It defines the entire relationship of the main characters.

Just to make it clear, I think their relationship is very sexual, but not in a literal *they have sex* way. Sex is associated with love, intimacy, passion, desire, but also with violence, possesiveness, domination.

You could get rid of all the "weird fanservice", but that would destroy the complexity of their relationship. It would become either a story about two characters that don't care about each other, or a bland "wholesome" one.

Ciel, despite all his trauma, feels comfortable exposing his body to Sebastian. Having physical contact with someone. Showing his vulnerable self, because he's absolutely confident he won't be hurt.

Sebastian is always close to Ciel. Even too close. And the weird way he carries Young Master. It's clearly unappropiate and he doesn't seem to care about boundaries. Because Ciel is what he desires the most, and he *owns* him. Ciel is his treasure, his prize, his most precious possesion. Ciel is *his*. He's always being possesive, showing the world Ciel belongs *only* to him, while also being (somehow) gentle and caring.

(The topic of how Sebastian uses his sexuality as a weapon is pretty interesting as well, but not today!!)

Surprisingly, the fanservice does wonders to develop the duality of their dynamics. It perfectly showcases both the "light" and "dark" between them. Intimacy, healing, confidence absolute trust, caring for each other. Codependency, unhealthy desire, possesiveness, manipulation.

They're two sides of the same coin.

On the other hand, in contrast with Sebastian and Ciel's relationship, I think it's interesting how scenes involving real sex are not sexualized at all??

Sebastian and Beast are both really attractive characters, and they could be used in a more "fanservicey" way. However, their scene together it's short and uncomfortable. The intimacy between them feels fake, everything seems off. Beast doesn't look like he's actually enjoying anything. It's pretty clear she's being abused, and thanks Goodness there's no romantization nor explicit borderline fetish content. Instead, it does a great a job creating a "something is wrong here" atmosphere.

The Blue Memory flashback. It's disgusting and makes me physically ill, but it's able to do so without being explicit. It's really powerful without being morbid. Absolutely no fanservice here. Thanks Goodness again.

Like in real life, in Black Butler sexuality can be a safe place (Ciel and Sebastian), or a source of violence and pain.

Imo Yana is a better writer than you all give her credit for. She may be a shotacon or whatever, but at least she is coherent with the overall tone of her story and can be respectful when it's due. Despite all the fanservice at some points, I feel she's great at knowing when to do or not do it.

At the end of the day, I find fascinating how sex and sexualization are used in Black Butler. Sebastian and Ciel's relationship has nothing to do with sex, yet is so intense that I could argue that rather than being sexualized, their entire relationship is inherently sexual per se. If you remove that element from the equation, the main characters would be so different that the nature of the entire story would change.

The "fanservice" is not only fanservice, but what moves the characters and story foward.

Is it ethical?? That's up to you.

But for me, even if there are some uncomfortable moments, the result is worth it. A relationship so unique that you can't "tag" it. Both unhealthy and abusive, yet a safe place for Ciel to heal. It's problematic on several levels, but *that*is what makes it interesting.

Anyway, it's just fiction, and it's nice to explore different kinds of stories without hurting anyone.

[bloodyspade0000]

More Haikise headcanons or more like Kizaki headcanos

Note: this is like an updated version of the original

.....

• Enemies to lovers

• Angst. Angst. Angst.

• They hate each other but also love each other. It's very complicated

• They don't flirt. They insult each other

• They hate fuck after every argument

• Haizaki sucks at giving and receiving comfort. And Kise isn't. So, Kise often does the comforting.

• Haizaki is terrible at feelings because toxic masculinity. So, he only knows how to be angry.

• Kise teaches him it's okay to feel feelings other than anger

• Haizaki struggled alot to to comes to terms with his sexuality because of internalized homophobia and repression. And with his feelings for Kise.

• Haizaki hates physical contact but is touch starved and only willingly to let Kise touch him during sex. But, eventually lets Kise touch him without sex being involved.

• Haizaki's got alot of trauma cuz his family's shit (a theory) and doesn't trust people easily. It took alot of patience and effort for Kise to gain Haizaki's trust.

• Haizaki uses sex as a coping mechanism. So, whenever shit happens at home. He seeks out Kise and Kise always gives into him even though he knows its unhealthy for Haizaki.

• Haizaki bottoms because it's the only way he'll get his mind off of shit. He also just likes Kise's dick.

• Kise takes privilege in being the only person Haizaki will let touch him and is willing to be used as a chair.

• They're both protective & possessive. Kise is more protective because Haizaki keeps getting hurt.

• Haizaki gets hurt alot either by getting into fights or cuz of his family.

• Haizaki's terrible at taking care of himself and has a shitty immune system so he gets sick alot. So, Kise often has to take care of him.

• they eventually elope without telling anyone and live in nice apartment with a cat.

• Haizaki cooks. And they split the rest of the chores.

• Kise drags Haizaki to places ie the mall or hangouts with the Miracles because Kise believes Haizaki needs to spend time with people other than Haizaki's toxic family

• Haizaki just goes along with whatever Kise wants because Kise is stubbornly annoying. Definitely not because Haizaki has a huge soft spot for Kise.

• Haizaki loves horror movies and Kise hates them but watches them with Haizaki anyway. It's also an exuse to have Haizaki hold him.

• Kise strongly believes in aftercare after sex.

• Kise is the affectionate one. Haizaki struggles with it and is awkward.

• Kise thinks its cute

• Haizaki has abandonment issues because everyone in his life has left him and he thinks Kise will eventually get tired of him

• Kise reassures Haizaki he will never get tired of Haizaki or leave him.

• Kise is clingy and refuses to let Haizaki go

...

my ao3

the recent haikise wip I'm working on

and my ask box

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

We could have had it all...

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[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Those Beyond The Wall

sequel/companion to The Space Between Worlds, set a decade later

character-focused sci-fi set in an area divided in two, the rich protected city on one side and everyone else in the post-apocalyptic desert

follows a woman who works under the Emperor in Ashtown, keeping the peace

when mangled bodies start showing up with seemingly no murderer, she’s tasked with finding the cause, and finds out that it’s the result of corruption spanning both cities and multiple worlds

explores oppression and messy revolution, police violence and apartheid

bi & polyamorous MC

[dykedvonte]

thinking abt what you said with house viewing Benny as a son and I’m obsessed. Like. The man spent most of his life before the war presumably alone, and then after the bombs fell he was alone again, save for AI he himself devised. Then he decides to pull in some Tribes, and one kid shows promise! So sure, treat him well, train him, groom him to be his protege, then next thing you know UH OH he’s got developing paternal feelings towards this guy. Wanting some semblance of a family when the time has long since passed, yet fostering that feeling all the same seems so accurate for him. Benny meanwhile only views him as a boss, and not a particularly good one at that. makes me wonder how House must’ve felt when he found out about Bennys plans

I view it as House blames only himself for this, cause he kind of does in canon (strap in this is a long one).

When reflecting on the issue of Benny, House chastises himself first and foremost for not acting quickly enough when it comes to priming Benny. He describes Benny as being ambitious, ruthless and capable; compliments coming from a man like House. House has an ego and while he is logical enough to understand there was never any evidence Benny saw him as a father-figure, he lacks the humility to admit he let his own views on his relationship with Benny blind him to the activities happening behind the scenes.

I doubt that House was as aware as he makes out about what Benny was doing, he knew early on but certainly not early enough to stop Benny from hacking and obtaining a securitron along with getting the chip in the first place. I take it he was distracted by all the possibilities he was calculating of Vegas' success and growth with him steering and Benny as the new figure head, not because of any normal affection for Benny but the admiration of his capabilities. It's to be noted that House believed menial incentives (likely caps, booze, basic needs, etc..) were enough to keep Benny tame like the other Chairmen but, as evidenced by the Omertas and Mortimer in the WGS, this is not enough when it comes to more driven Vegas citizens. This implies he still undervalued Benny and created a space in which Benny felt the need to rebel.

House in my eyes is not sentimental in the traditional sense. I can imagine his pride was severely scorned as someone he certainly deemed dumber than him was, albeit only for a little, able to out-gambit him. It would definitely hit home seeing how his brother also betrayed him but I feel like that's why he's so apathetic when he tells the Courier to do as they see fit with Benny. I doubt the way he terrorized his brother brought him any emotional satisfaction other than a "Now who's in charge!" ego boost. Putting that same emotional intensity towards Benny isn't worth it because who does it benefit? Wasted time, wasted planning, and most importantly wasted potential are all he gets from continuing to be hands-on with Benny. I say the closest example is not being able to throw out old toys due to the memories attached but knowing it's necessary as they are broken or just taking up space for new ones, and then asking someone else to do it so you don't need to get caught up in the feelings of throwing something you put so much effort into. It's not Benny House cares about in my mind, not in a way that sounds healthy to any non-emotionally constipated individual, but what he could've represented for him, which is why he so quickly offers the same position to the Courier.

As for Benny's view on all of this, it was a long time coming. Benny didn't and doesn't believe House is a completely shitty boss. He admires what he's been shown and admits House knows how to run the strip, but disagrees with the directions. Ideologically, House is an anarcho-capitalist while Benny is just an anarchist. House wants to run the strip to profit, though money is not what he's concerned with being rich with anymore. Benny wants a free state that he wishes to become a place for the people, except for the Chairmen who would be on top (I like to remind people that Benny's motives were selfish but not for personal gain/power as was it for the people he actually saw as family). Benny was never looking for a father but a future. He was not interested in being adopted, or having the chairmen adopted, as bigger names still overshadowed in House's legacy.

Truly, it's easiest to summarize as House feeling strongly and thinking positively enough of Benny to start incorporating him into the future of Vegas (a huge honor actually) while Benny was so disillusioned by House's ego and indifference that he thought the only way Vegas could be the future is with House gone.

[talxns]

Co-creator of Batman Bill Finger did an interview in 1972 in which he responded to the question of whether Batman and Robin were “homosexual fantasies”.

His answer was that he “didn’t think of Batman and Robin in those terms.” But the next thing he says piqued my interest in regards to their intended relationship dynamic.

“I thought of [their relationship] in terms of … Frank Merriwell and Dick Merriwell, his half-brother, who was the kid he was taking care of.”

Brothers! Very interesting.

[waterfall-ambience]

nghm okay my take on the neuvillette 'ships' is that they're...all kinda boring? theres a lot of interesting dynamics to explore dont get me wrong but for all of them romance is the least interesting option lol. first is because i dont think he's romantically-inclined by nature (aroace king) but also he intentionally tries to keep people at arms length because of his position as iudex (so even if he has friendly connections i cant see anything 'more' than that actually working out) .

however the most interesting juxtaposition for his character imo is being so filled with love for the world and the people around him and simulataneously not experiencing 'love' in the way a lot of people traditionally understand it. he loves people so deeply no he does not want to pursue any of them romantically. it doesnt even have anything to do with him being a dragon, he's just like that.

[yourbodymyarchive]

i actually really like the jonelias dynamic that i have made up in my mind where it has the potential to turn into such a twisted and wicked relationship where its only driving force is desire. fucked up desire, but desire nonetheless. elias sculpted jon into exactly what he wanted, a god to be worshipped and heralded as the most important being in the universe. he made him into that. and jon will rest his head on elias's thigh and feel love coursing through them. is it for each other? they can't say. but it feels good.

if the cards had fallen a different way, i don't know. maybe jon wouldn't have resisted so much. maybe he would grow to enjoy it. another one of my made up desires: a jon sims who is just utterly accepting of the monstrosity that made him "other" in the eyes of his friends. he doesn't care. he'll take from people whatever he wants. he'll enjoy the act of feeding. which also goes hand in hand with the kind of pseudo cannibalism that tma had going on when jon was feeding on people's statements. the dangers of consumption. consuming another person and their fear. scarring them for the rest of their life. is it really so bad to feed and be healthy? jon didn't want to stop, not really. he felt bad, sure. but. it feels bad at first and then it doesn't. maybe, he only needed one more person to take the leap into a never-ending hunger. i wanted to see that.

so much potential here! jonelias on their knees for each other. jon is kneeling so that he can be praised, worshipped, loved for his monstrosity, not despite. elias is kneeling because jon is the closest thing he will ever get to god and he is beautiful and one day, he'll bring the beauty in fear out of the dark and everyone will see.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

No one:

Me: Okay, but what if their relationship has nothing to do with Sonic and Tails? What if Metal literatally just saw Eggman working on Tails Doll and assumed without proof that they were created for him? What if Metal quite literally attached to Tails Doll through this assumption and then their partnership progressed naturally? What if the inorganic creations fell in love as an unorthodox power couple and just so happened to resemble a famous partnership?

[sparky-is-spiders]

Hi! I’m here suffering from lack of good Archivist!Sasha content as well 😭 On that note, do you have any fic on that topic you would recommend? Or just good Sasha fics in general, (or Jonsasha, if that’s your cup of tea)? Thank you in advance 😊

Tragically, I think there is a general dearth of good Archivist!Sasha content (and just about none of it Jonsasha content, as far as I can tell (and not only is Jonsasha my cup of tea, but the ONLY thing standing between it and the #1 OTP spot (currently occupied by JE) is the fact that the Jonsasha that I desperately crave exists in my brain and nowhere else)). Admittedly, I haven't looked very far into her tag yet (I should rectify that at some point tbh) but I've dug around the Jonsasha tag when I first got into it, and I know at least one fic where Sasha drifts towards Beholding through an interest in office gossip.

In terms of Jonsasha Ao3 has:

This very good Sasha lives fic where Jon shows up to Georgie's with an unconscious Sasha and everyone involved is very confused.

These two fics are cute also. The former is by @/suttttton and is them getting together, the latter is established Jonsasha from @/dickwheelie.

Eyevatar Sasha might actually be thinner on the ground (outside of fix-its where she solves everything and her canon reckless curiosity is completely ignored). Ao3 has:

This fic, which is Jongerry with outsider PoV Sasha. Just barely has the implication that she might be shifting towards the Eye (via prying into the lives of her coworkers) but gets a mention through sheer force of Excellent Sasha Characterization. I read this and I feel like I'm reading a fic from a Sasha Understander.

There's also this fic, which looks very promising but which I haven't actually gotten the chance to read yet, so I can't speak to its quality.

Unfortunately I've only gotten into Sasha fairly recently (especially as compared to Jon, who my brain latched onto in a deathgrip from the start), so I haven't gone through her tag yet. A scroll through the Archivist!Sasha or Beholding Avatar!Sasha tags pulls up a lot of fix-it and J//mart, which isn't really what I'm looking for from the concept. I'm sure there's more out there, and if/when I find them I'll come back to this ask probably, but I lucked into Reverse Nighthawks (I was on a Jongerry kick).

But god every day I wish that I could write romance and/or longfic, because about a year ago I read a Jonmichael fic that, when discussing alternate universes (where Jon ended the world) it's revealed that he once did an apocalypse out of love for his Archivist, Sasha James. And it was one (1) single line, but it struck me so hard because god. A perfect concept I think. The potential dynamics of Archivist!Sasha/Assistant!Jon are enthralling to me. Jon destroying the world (or helping her destroy the world? Cute date night I think: bringing about armageddon with your eldritch monster partner) for Sasha... anyway mostly I mentioned that one because My God if I have to live with that tantalizing AU rotating in the background of my mind 24/7 so do the rest of you.

[blueiight]

Coming slowly to know his evil, or being catapulted into it ... was all the same. I wanted none of it finally. And, deserving nothing better, I closed up like a spider in the flame of a match. And even Armand who was my constant companion, and my only companion, existed at a great distance from me, beyond that veil which separated me from all living things, a veil which was a form of shroud. (IWTV, 1976)

[isekyaaa]

Sometimes I think that people make up a male and female character having a "sibling relationship" because deep down they have something against het ships. Like a male and female character can simply exist as friends, but because people really cannot comprehend the fact that friends exist, they immediately tag friends of the same gender as gay and male/female friends being siblings. It's this odd level of insecurity and forcing romance into everything that I just do not understand.

[pinkfey]

was going to say this yesterday but lord forgive me all of a sudden i think max and warren are cute ://