#although this does have me wondering how serious it was intended to be at all lolz far as ppl can be in general from engaging

[deathlonging]

it can be quite fun to look at nothing but pretty outfits for close to 2 hours straight and pretend the foyer of feminism is in fact its open plan house but good lord does it get so much more aggravating when you realize people came away from this chlorine bleached hollow candy cane stuffed version of a story with the conviction that it is insightful

[keimunnn]

ANGRY KORRA SMUT IDEAAAAAAA

how about when korra was learning metal bending right and she flexes and goes metal bending champion the reader gets like MADDDD flustered bc DAMN HER MUSCLES and Korra teases her about it but then later fucks the reader while still teasing her, if that makes sense😭😭….like she’s overpowering her and using her strong ass muscles on the reader.

oh my god this took me like a week(?), been kind of busy 😭 sorry about that... but anyway of course cutie!

muscles

KORRA + F!READER

warnings: nsfw (18+) — you want korra's muscles, korra tops ofc, mentioning of choking (muscles), rubbing on clit, face sitting, i honestly have no idea how to tag but yeah, lowercase intended

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"metal bending champion!"

the whole time korra was sparring with one of the beifong twins, you were observing her the whole time. and oh boy, was she a fast learner. the way she was even called the 'first metal bending avatar' was even more exciting—it had you feel the need to celebrate for her. she was absolutely amazing in every way. that's probably why you fell for her in the first place.

although, the way she flexed her arms in the air had you pausing in your train of thoughts. your eyes scanned the way she flexed her arms, having you accidentally stare at those muscles in the entirety of her training. it wasn't exactly new to you whenever she does it, but it totally didn't mean the filth running through your head didn't kick you hard in the gut whenever she does it. her muscles were always a bonus when you got attracted to her. that had you mad mad. how does someone like her even exist, yet, they haven't had their muscles around your neck?

hell, you would even let her have you in a headlock for all you care.

your mind went wild, seeing her proud smirk whenever she wins against the beifong twin was even hotter. it wasn't even containable at this point. you were itching to just stop her and perhaps feel her up, honestly. all these thoughts didn't let you notice the way korra had caught on onto your long stare. she only raised a brow at you, wondering why you were staring in silence with a serious look in your face as if you were planning something to eliminate her—which was actually kind of funny to think about on her part.

with the way you kept your eyes on her, you didn't even realize she was walking towards you after telling the beifong twin that they both should take a break for a bit. you were sitting on concrete, your legs crossed over eachother with a concentrated look in your eyes as you still continued with your stare, your chin resting on your interlocked hands.

"you okay?" sitting down next to you, korra plopped down in the same position beside you, criss-crossing her legs as well and snaked an arm around your shoulder. you snapped out of your thoughts once you got pulled in by her to her side, feeling her muscles against your neck. and as if it wasn't obvious enough, your ears might've puffed out smoke already from how red you were. out of nowhere, you blurted out from the heat;

"choke me with those muscles."

"...what?"

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the sounds of soft pants and shuffling echoed around the room suyin had let you both shared in their residence. her mouth continued to nibble and suck on your breast, her free hand groping the other one. with a loud pop she released the bud in her mouth, now moving to kiss down your stomach and around your navel, leaving more lovebites while she went down.

her hands reached the waistband of your shorts, beginning to slowly tug at it. "lift your hips." she told you, looking up at you. once you complied to her demand, she began to work on peeling your shorts off, now discarding them onto the floor along with the rest of her clothes.

korra began to kiss your inner thighs, slowly moving towards the center, still looking up at you the entire time to gauge your reactions.

"h-haah..." your sounds let out a whine, feeling your heart quicken its pace as you watched the whole scene unfold, her finger teasingly wrapped around the waistband of the last remaining fabric to tug it off.

the way korra was undeniably attractive between your legs was dangerous... along with the way her muscles glistened with her sweat. it had a hint of seduction, yet, also laced with sweetness. you flushed at the thought, watching her slide the fabric down and throw it to the edge of the bed.

she thought you looked beautiful like this, underneath her and watching her every move, looking so flustered and needy. she continued to leave little kisses on your inner thighs, her hands gently holding them open to give her more access.

"you don't have to be so shy, pretty." she said, giving one of your inner thighs a playful bite, just enough to leave a small mark there.

"keep your eyes on me, alright?"

her head moved closer between your legs now, her breath hitting your core as she gazed up at you with a sly smirk. "i just want to see how your face looks when i do this."

with that she lowered her head, her lips now gently kissing your clit with soft kisses, testing your reactions with a swirl of her tongue against the sensitive nub. a low whimper escaped your lips, your hands down to her hair and gently tugged it back from her forehead, keeping a close watch at what she was about to do.

you let out a sharp exhale, softly tugging along her hair. "please..."

the avatar loved the feeling of your hands in her hair, gently pulling and grasping at her dark locks, and how you continued to watch her. when you tugged at her hair again and let out that little whimper of yours, she felt a shiver run down her spine, unable to hold back any longer.

her lips continued to kiss and press against your center as her tongue slowly came out to taste your slicked up core—she groaned loudly at your taste, dipping in another lick to get that taste up her tongue once more. she was addicted, and that was obvious. korra was never subtle whenever she wanted something from you, and this was one of them.

"oh, korra...!" her name coming out of your mouth was like music to her ears, she wanted to hear you say it again and again.

humming in response, korra's tongue was now moving against your core with more eagerness, wanting to draw out more of those noises from you. her hands continued to hold your thighs open, as her head remained buried in between as she took advantage of her strength to push you wide open for her.

she felt your hips moving against her and your fingers pulling tighter on her hair, she knew you were getting more needy and desperate. she continued to lick and suck and tease your gummy hole with her tongue, wanting more of those beautiful sounds to come from you. she could tell you were getting close, from the way you tugged on her hair and how you begged for her to not stop.

with her strength, she came across the thought of a different position, getting you to your hips over her face now with your hands grasping onto the headboards with a surprised gasp of your own. it shouldn't even be a shock that she could just get you into any position without a hassle, but it still had you surprised in the end.

spirits, you wanted her to just throw you around and have you in a headlock soon.

you let out a moan once she pulled your hips down to her lips, immediately continuing her ministrations with the different position now, grinding yourself against her face in a riding motion. the tip of her nose rubbed deliciously against your clit with her tongue deep inside your pussy. it was heaven, you thought.

that was when korra's hands gripped onto the skin of your hips once more, having you rock against her with an even more quickened pace and deeper penetration from her pink muscle. your breasts bounced at the rhythm, your moans getting louder every time. it was getting intense and even closer to release—so stimulating.

"come on, come on— want you to cum all over my face. yeah, that's it." korra murmured against your lower lips, burying her head against your core with long last suck before you reached your high at last. you didn't even notice you put your weight on her, back arching in euphoria with your hips twitching at the final stimulation. you whispered out curses and 'thank you's, pulling away from korra with a worried glance down at her, getting off of her.

"shit— was i too heavy?" you asked, concerned when you saw her breathing heavily with all your essence over her mouth and chin, a small smirk on her face once she looked back at you.

"you were perfect. i could do that all week..."

"... you still haven't choked me though..."

"i'll do it with a strap next time, don't worry."

"that's—... WAIT WHAT."

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(and im sorry i didn't know how to make her angry here 😭)

[villainessprefect]

title: Beauty is in the Eye of the Eel - [Jade]

summary: ‘Beautiful’ had been your first word uttered when seeing the twins’ true form. You thought it had gone unheard but perhaps it didn't.

ship: Jade x gn!reader

word count: 1,034

note: been in my drafts for a while and finally kicking this out! I just think the eels are so pretty in their merform ueueueue...

Read on AO3 || Floyd’s part

"Beautiful."

It's not something Jade hears often or at all. And when he does, that word is certainly not being directed toward him. It's towards another or a gift. When a client is in reach of their goal, that is when he hears it the most.

Yet for once, the word was meant for him. And during an odd time at that.

The memory makes a grin inch onto his face. It happened not too long ago. When you and he were on opposing sides. When you wanted to free your friends and reclaim your home he, along with Floyd, was sent to stop you. It's then that you saw his true form.

Eels aren't pretty. Mermaids are pretty.

Jade has seen the look of fear run through merfolk and humankind alike whenever their eyes meet. It's something he doesn't tire of. Watching his prey swim or run, thinking they can escape.

Yet, fear never struck your eyes. Something akin to awe and wonder sparked from what he could see. Here he was intending to trounce your plans and you had spoken a very quiet compliment towards him. Or perhaps his brother? Your eyes did meet, but regardless he was intent on finding out the meaning behind what you said.

"Prefect," he calls for you with his usual, welcoming smile on his face. "What brings you to the lounge today?"

"I just wanted to see if Grim or the others were here," you sigh.

Jade notes how you relax around him. Too quickly do your shoulders drop and you find comfort in his presence. Don't you know that he's a predator and you're his prey? How he could easily sink his teeth into your skin, literally, figuratively, either works for him.

"I don't want them making a deal with Azul...again."

Jade chuckles. "If they were, I would inform you."

You raise a brow, suspicion in your gaze. There's the wariness he's used to. "And lose out on a customer for your boss? Why?" You narrow your eyes, but he finds that your gaze isn't all that serious, more curious. "Is he overworking you or something?"

"Not in the slightest. Don't you trust me, dear Prefect?"

There's a pause as you take in a breath. Jade is patient, unlike his brother. Although he observes every movement you make. Your breathing, the way you look him up and down, the way he sees your mind work behind your eyes. It's fascinating.

"I...guess I can?" There's uncertainty in his voice, which is natural. He's aware of his dubious disposition yet you still have some faith in him. How interesting. "If they're not here, I should go then."

"Prefect," again, he calls for you. You stay. "Would you mind answering a question before you leave?"

"Sure."

His smile widens. This time a bit of his sharp teeth show. The eel notices you glance at them. No fear, no nothing. Only an intense curiosity. Or perhaps something more?

"I believe you once said something truly...unthinkable. Someone one should never say to an eel." He hums and walks around you. If he was in his true form he could coil his lower half around you, keeping you in a tight hold. While you have access to freedom while he's in this form, you still wouldn't be able to escape him. "Didn't you once call me and my brother beautiful?"

You freeze upon hearing his question, practically paralyzed.

"You heard that?!" You breathe, cheeks flushed.

You avoid his gaze. You're aware of his unique magic but doubt he'd waste it on you, especially over this. Or maybe he would. Who knows what he'd do to get an answer out of you.

Now you begin to look like prey, something he could chase. Fear might be coursing through you, albeit it's for a different reason than the norm. Still, he enjoys seeing you squirm underneath his gaze.

"I did. You shouldn't doubt a merfolk's abilities in their natural habitat."

You gulp and take in a deep breath. You're not afraid of him. Not really. Okay, maybe a little. But you've got enough courage (or stupidity as others may say) to stand your ground.

"You are...both of you," you answer. His eyes widened for a moment, shocked to hear such honesty. "I know I said it when you were in your other forms...they were just so beautiful! I've never seen anything like it before. B-But I don't want you to think you're not beautiful like this too!" You stammer out and avoid his gaze.

"Oya?" That split second of shock had disappeared, returning to his usual look. For a moment, his eyes soften. Although it's hard to tell with him. "I would have never guessed you were interested in us. Is that why you're not running?"

As he raises the question, he steps dangerously close to you. If there was a wall behind you, you think he would have used that to trap you. Unfortunately, he finds another way. He grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him. His hold is firm and the tug is gentle, nothing like how his brother would have done. But that just makes things feel even more unsettling. You never know what Jade is going to do next.

"M-Maybe?" You didn't want to outright admit to it. Especially when your mind is hazy with such close proximity. Your heart is racing a mile a minute. If you get out of this alive, you doubt you could fully recover from this.

"I still wonder, which of us was it really meant for?"

"...you."

After your confession, you tear away from him with your face aflame. His hand had loosened and you took your chance. It's not the smartest thing to do, but your heart can't handle being so close to someone so stunning.

Jade lets you run free. For now. He's content with the information he has now. It would be fun to use it against you the next time you meet. He can already imagine your reaction. You'd never really run from him, would you? After all, how could you escape from him when he's already captured your heart?

[ticklishraspberries]

Gotcha (Billy/Stu)

Summary: Before enacting their plans, Billy and Stu need to be sure they’re physically fit enough to pull it all off, leading to ridiuclousness. (Based on this anonymous prompt, thank you so much for sending it in!! Warnings because there is mentions of canon-typical violence. Hope y’all enjoy the fic!! xo)

“If we’re really going to do this, we should start training,” Billy says idly, like they’re discussing running a marathon rather than a murderous plot.

Stu laughs at first, before realizing that Billy is serious. “Train? Like, go hunting?”

“No, dipshit,” he replies, but there’s a lack of venom in his voice. “Have you ever seen a movie where the victim just lays back and lets the killer stab ‘em? People are gonna fight back, and we can’t afford any mistakes.”

It’s a good point, Stu concedes, and thus begins their ridiculous regime of what he likes to call “Killer Camp”, and even though Billy rolls his eyes at the title, Stu knows he finds it funny as well.

True to its name, Woodsboro has many spots that are thick with trees and shielded by the dark of nighttime, giving them an ideal place to practice. With nothing but two flashlights and two knives, the boys set off into the forest at least once a week. It sort of feels like playing a combination of hide-and-seek and tag, except when you get caught, the other person pushes you to the ground and presses a semi-dull blade to the side of your neck.

Stu has the advantage of being taller, his long legs carrying him through the dirt at a naturally quicker pace, but Billy still manages to catch up to him with cunning, sneaking around the trees and jumping out when Stu thinks he’s clear to slow down for a breather.

And every time, Billy grins down at him, presses the cool metal against his pulse point, and says, “Gotcha” in a tone that makes Stu feel terrified and excited all at once. There’s a strange mix of boyish glee and creepy intrigue that shows in those brown eyes, and it should scare the shit out of him, but Stu trusts him entirely, sometimes against his best judgment.

They aren’t officially keeping score, but Stu has the numbers in his head, and he’s sure that Billy does too. He's behind by just one point, and he intends to even the score tonight.

See, Stu’s not the brains of their operation, but he isn’t stupid. He’s been studying the way Billy behaves on these nights, the pattern he inevitably falls into despite trying to keep Stu on his toes. Because while Billy is pretty smart, most of the victims in horror films aren’t, and it's hard not to fall into that mentality when you’re getting chased through the woods.

Billy always runs to the left rather than straight ahead, and he always finds a place to hide so he can try and strike back when Stu gets close. This time, Stu isn’t going to let him turn the tables.

It’s only been a few moments since Billy darted off into the trees, and Stu doesn’t bother running, just idly creeps through the fallen leaves, peeking behind every trunk.

“Billy,” he sing-songs, unable to keep from grinning.

Billy is always quiet when he’s in this mindset, a stealthy predator. But Stu likes to play with his food, so to speak. The anticipation, the taunting…That’s the part of their plan he really likes.

Just ahead, he sees a sliver of light from behind a tree, like a flashlight half-covered by foliage. He smirks, making his way towards it, but at the last second, he pivots on his heel and finds Billy standing there, eyes going wide when he realizes his trick hasn’t worked.

Stu easily grapples him down to the floor, now that he’s caught off guard.

“Fuck you, dude,” Billy pants. “How’d you know?”

“You’re not dumb enough to accidentally leave the light on,” Stu replies. “It was obviously a trap.”

Although he’s clearly disappointed that his plan failed, Billy grins. There’s a leaf stuck in his hair, and he’s smiling, and Stu wonders how a boy could be so pretty while lying in the dirt like this. 

“You gonna let me up now, smart guy?” Billy asks.

Stu hums, like he’s considering it. “Make me,” he says.

Something in Billy’s face darkens at his words, and Stu worries for a moment that he’s actually going to get stabbed. With surprising ease, Billy shifts his weight and sends them tumbling to the side, but the last thing Stu expects is for fingers to jab into his ribs, making him yelp in surprise before starting to giggle.

“What the fuck, man?” he asks, his own hands darting around, trying to catch Billy’s wrists, but his attempts are easily evaded, and those fingers just make their way beneath his arms, making him clamp his arms down with another high-pitched sound.

Billy just smirks at him. “You told me to make you,” he says. “I figured this was a better method than hurting you.”

‘What a gentleman’, Stu’s mind sarcastically supplies, but he can’t spit it out between his laughter. He doesn’t think Billy has tickled him in years, and the fact that he still remembers his weak spots is both inconvenient and oddly touching.

And although he’s technically beaten Billy at their game, the taste of victory is too sweet to fully let go of, especially because he refuses to tap out from tickling of all things.

Despite the urge to keep his arms glued as tightly to his sides as possible, Stu forces himself to fight back, reaching out to squeeze Billy’s hip.

Billy lets out a startled sound, and his hands falter, giving Stu the leverage he needs to wrestle his friend back down, straddling his thighs and tickling up and down his sides, making giggles bubble from his lips in the most adorable way.

“Asshole,” Billy grits out.

“You started this,” Stu reminds him, moving up to dance over his ribs, sending Billy into a new fit of laughter, thrashing wildly in the dirt. Memories of tickle fights back when they were younger have flooded back, and he remembers how this spot always got Billy to give in.

Clearly, not much has changed, because it only takes another moment before Billy is chanting, “Okay, fuck, stop—!” and Stu obeys, giving him a moment to catch his breath before he leans down, their noses just barely touching, and plucks a leaf out of Billy’s brown, wavy hair.

“You suck,” Billy says.

“You love me,” Stu replies.

They’re so close, Stu can feel the heat rise in Billy’s face when he says it, and even in near pitch-darkness, he can see the flicker of emotion in his expression.

Even when it seems like a bad idea, Stu trusts Billy. He’s known him for so long, has felt this way for so long…He closes the gap between them and presses their lips together, and is shocked when the kiss is immediately reciprocated. He was worried that this would end with a knife stuck in his gut, but he’s much happier with this outcome.

When they pull back, Stu can’t help but chuckle softly, and whisper, “Gotcha.”

Billy snorts and shoves him to the side, standing up and brushing dirt off of his jeans. He extends a hand out, and Stu takes it, rising to his feet.

They drive back to Stu’s house, the radio the only sound. He worries that Billy’s gonna pretend this never happened, or worse, be pissed off at him about it. But when they get inside, wash the dirt off of their hands and faces, and change into pajamas (Stu’s shirt is big on Billy, and he looks fucking adorable in it), he’s pleasantly surprised when Billy crawls into bed beside him instead of taking the floor.

“We’re tied now,” he says.

“I know,” Billy replies. “Don’t get cocky; I’ll get you next time.”

Stu snuggles closer, throwing an arm over Billy’s waist, spooning him from behind. Billy sinks into the touch willingly, like he’s wanted it as long as Stu has. “I feel like we should make tickling against the rules,” Stu adds after a pause. “I mean, I can’t imagine anyone doing that while we’re tryin’ to stab them.”

That makes Billy laugh again. “I mean, you never know. We should be prepared for anything.”

“You’d be fucked if someone tried that,” Stu teases, poking his stomach, making him flinch.

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Maybe I should do it more, try and build up your resistance. Remember, we can’t afford any mistakes!”

Billy swats his hand, still giggling. “Goodnight, dumbass.”

“Night, giggles.”

He doesn’t protest the nickname, nor Stu’s suggestion that this will happen again. Stu takes this as a good sign. He falls asleep to the steady rhythm of Billy’s breathing, hoping that this is just the start.

[andrewwtca]

drum roll please...

hello @kingarmorking! I'm your Secret Santa!!!

I will admit, your prompt had me confused at first glance but once I came to actually look at your account and work, OH was I eating!!! Sora as the Beast??? Riku as the Beauty??? it's been such a hassle not reblogging your art and leaving comments in order to keep anonymity... I'm obsessed with this AU and this is the product of that!

in case you don't remember, you asked for a scene written or something taken straight from Beauty and the Beast, and. I hope you don't mind if I was a little self-indulgent. I took some inspiration from the film but also... angsted it. ahh, I hope you enjoy it!!!

(everyone else, go read SEDI!!!)

secrets never kept, promises never made

Riku wonders which is Sora.

The two portraits hang proudly on the wall, even with time making them fade away and tearing at their corners. They both have dark green backdrops, the subjects facing each other, and Riku props his hand on his hip.

One is of a blond boy and the other is of a brunet. They have matching blue eyes, faces etched into permanent frowns of solemnity (although the brunet looks like there’s a slight whisper of a smile threatening to escape), and hair slicked down. They wear matching royal blue suits, and while only their upper bodies are shown, they seem so well put together.

Which is Sora? Riku can’t figure it out. He's passed this hallway a few times, without the Beast ever knowing, and he keeps trying to figure it out, and to no avail over and over. Was it the blond who seemed so serious, so sad? Or was it the brunet who seemed to try to hide a smile that even the painter picked up on?

Riku figures it’s the blond. Sora doesn’t seem like the smiling type.

But then again—if Riku was trapped in a body for that long, he wonders how much he would change. He isn’t the smiling type or the particularly over-joyous type, but Riku still had some joy in his heart, even if he couldn’t show it. Where would it all go?

Buried deep down somewhere like some sort of coffin.

His metaphor is cut too soon with a sudden gust of wind.

This hallway is abandoned, with cobwebs wrapping themselves around candles like babies to their mothers, with all the blue walls having turned into darkness. Curtains hug the windows and even if it was day, no light would be omitted. For all intents and purposes, this hallway was intended to be left to time.

And yet, the door slams open, and Riku’s cloak flutters behind him. Riku doesn’t feel the fear he expects himself to be overcome by when he turns to see the large keeper of the castle standing there, shadows covering his face and expression.

Instead, Riku only turns. What else is there to do?

You’re not supposed to be here.

“I apologize,” Riku says, in only half honesty. He does feel bad for breaking Sora’s rules, as it seems it’s all he has left—he doesn’t feel bad for wanting to learn more. For wanting to end this eternal darkness plaguing this realm.

It’s why he hesitates and bites back his tongue to ask, 'Which one is you?' Is it important? Does Sora even remember? (Would he even tell Riku?)

Get out. A please is added after a moment, and Sora’s large form takes a step closer as if trying to goad Riku out. The shadows seem like a good place for him like he was made for it, and Riku wonders if that bothers him.

Both of the twins didn’t seem particularly sad. Neither of them seemed like they lingered in the shadows—

And yet, here they are.

Riku glances down and sighs. He can't suppress his curiosity, craving the safety knowing would bring. “Sora,” he calls. “How—”

It was a long shot, Riku knew, but he didn’t expect Sora to let out a mighty roar that shook the whole room. Riku lets out a startled yelp and hardens his gaze as Sora simpers, standing taller in the light, covering as much of it as he could as though he owned the darkness, he was the darkness. I said GET OUT.

It rings in Riku’s ears and he presses a hand to either one. He presses harder because the ringing doesn’t stop, and it echoes into his brain. It makes him nauseous and he—he has to get away from Sora.

I’m sorry, Sora, some part of him calls, stumbling backward. I’m sorry this happened to you.

The ringing, the ringing, the ringing, it drives Riku crazy and he keeps limping until he reaches what he thinks is a balcony. The ringing is going quieter, but it’s still there—is Sora still in that room? Riku hears something behind him—maybe Sora tears down the painting. Riku doesn’t know, doesn’t care, he scales the side of the castle walls the way he and Katsu used to climb houses when they were smaller.

Riku keeps moving forward—why won’t the ringing stop?

Is this Sora, trying to push him away; or trying to pull him back?

It’s getting quieter, though.

Riku keeps moving forward. I’m sorry, he keeps repeating in his mind, as though to swat away all of Sora’s rage. Neither of those twins seemed like they could get too angry. Well—the blond, maybe. So that must be Sora. So angry all the time, but Riku knows he would be too, so he could still be the brunet, and on and on Riku’s thoughts go. I’m sorry, he’ll repeat, and he’s not sure if he’s sorry this happened to Sora and he can’t save him, or sorry that he’s wondering this at all. I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not enough.

The ringing stops.

Riku drops his hands and suddenly recognizes the cold. Wrapping his arms around himself, Riku shivers and blows out condensing cold air, trying to take note of where he is. Trees—ah, the forest, of course.

There’s still some light. Riku turns around and huffs. This is the last place he’d like to be found in the darkness and the last place he’d like to be found while the world keeps falling to its creatures. In short, this is one of the few places Riku likes and he can’t understand Yuu’s obsession with it. The name sends a jolt of warmth through him, the warmth of joy: Please have made it to the capital alright.

The warmth of joy is washed out with a bucket of shame: he came here to save the realm. And he spent his time wondering what Sora looked like. He spent his time aggravating him instead of freeing the realm. 

And of course, Riku—the shivers rack through him violently, interrupting his thoughts—wonders what exactly is going through Sora’s mind. Telepathy isn’t enough. Riku wonders what Sora feels and what Sora actually wants to do, instead of what he says. Riku wonders so much, but that’s not important.

What’s important is the people he loves who he can’t count on one hand, who grow every single day. When he was small it was his brothers, and then it was Kairi, and then it was the town, and now it’s the realm. (And maybe, now it’s the castle. Maybe, now it’s Sora.) He can’t lose sight of that. The moment he does, that’s when he’ll be in trouble—

Riku lets out a yelp as something latches to his leg. He kicks at it, but his boots are dull and tired, and the something yanks him to the ground. Slamming to the ground without an ounce of gracefulness, Riku grabs a handful of snow and chucks it forward, alongside kicking with his free foot.

The something lets out a warbled hiss and backs off quickly, and—

Shadows.

Riku doesn’t have a weapon.

Riku scrambles to his feet and looks around. Slowly, white snow is overtaken by these creatures of the night and Riku only has a few seconds to think, and oh! Trees! They have sharp branches, don’t they?

Riku rushes out of the opening and grabs a fallen branch, the first one he grabs with no care for sharpness. He maybe should’ve cared. This one is duller than a dying light, but beggars can’t be choosers and Riku can’t be monster food.

The shadows are small enough, but Riku knows that small things can be overwhelming in larger groups. He needs to keep them down to keep an upper hand, and Riku sweeps his stick in a low arching movement, knocking three of the creatures to the ground.

They dissolve into the night and Riku dances with the night. He spins and strikes, and for a moment, there are only two more left, and he can head back to the castle and work—

A shadow claws at Riku’s leg and it tears through his slacks. Letting out a shout, Riku falls forward and quickly turns onto his back. No, no, no, he isn’t going to let these puny monsters be the death of him, not when he has so much to fight for (but how, there are so many, he can’t do this alone!)

Shadows restrain Riku’s wrists and he headbutts forward, trying to knock the closest one off balance, but all he ends up doing is flailing. What do they even want, his soul? Well, they can’t have it! Riku keeps fighting and he feels darkness suffocating him. They can’t have it, they can’t have it, they can’t have it, he needs to protect the ones who he loves, it’s getting darker and darker—

The shadow is tossed off Riku’s body and the weight is lifted from his limbs. Riku’s eyes search, dazed.

In the darkness, Riku finds something even darker; something more light than anything here. “Sora,” Riku groans. The shadows are regrouping, and Riku pushes himself up onto his elbows.

I’m sorry, Sora tells him. It seems like he’s panting; it seems like he’s human. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you like that.

“I shouldn’t have pried,” Riku automatically says, holding his head. He's spinning. No, he's not, he's on the ground. Yet, he's spinning. Maybe he was a dancer in a past light.

No…you’re within your right, Sora begins, before turning. But shall we deal with these first?

“Probably smart,” Riku tells him, pushing himself to unsteady feet. He lurches forward and Sora is there to grab him and to hold out— “My sword!”

I had a feeling, Sora explains, holding his hands out at either side of him, that there would be trouble.

“You have some pretty good feelings,” Riku says.

I hope so. I only have so many.

Riku is about to laugh, thinking it’s a joke, until a shadow jumps at him and he needs to swing his sword down. The arch is true and it feels right, unlike the imitation called a stick. This feels right, this fight, and when the shadow is extinguished, it’s time for the next one.

The cold doesn’t bother Riku. The numbers don’t bother Riku. Nothing bothers Riku are he swings forward, accompanied only by the sound of metal, his grunting, and Sora’s loud footsteps. Sora, Riku thinks, sparing a glance or two or three or four at him.

Sora is a fighter. It’s like he was made for this, mixing between magic and physical combat. Both leave Riku reeling and for a second, Riku imagines someone else.

He imagines the boy with blond hair, back to back with him. “We’re almost there!” Riku tells Sora and Sora lets out a grunt to let him know he heard, and the two kick off each other again. The shadows keep going. But they’re bound to come. The blond is nothing but rage, nothing but—

Riku feels a wave of joy take over him, a joy that isn’t his.

Riku slices and imagines the boy with brown hair, switching spots with him. Sora’s better at large groups and Riku’s better at large shadows. The two nod to each other and they’re fighting again, and there’s almost a hop in Sora’s step, like he hasn’t fought in a while. No, he has fought.

Like he hasn’t fought with someone in a while.

Riku slams his sword down and imagines the boy with brown hair, sticking to his forehead, laughing.

The shadows are gone. Riku turns around—

And sees the Beast looking back at him.

Riku smiles at Sora.

I’m so sorry.

I wish I could save you.

I wish I could love you.

…can I?

I hope you enjoyed that!!! like I said, EXTREMELY self-indulgent. I'm so sorry, your AU just gave me brain rot! I was inspired by the scene above where Belle gets attacked by wolves and the Beast comes to save her, except... well, this is Soriku, they would kick ass together!

happy holidays! thanks for a lovely prompt <3

[jakowskis]

💖💙💜 owen harper bisexuality masterpost 💖💙💜

i've had this in my drafts for a minute but i figured i'd finish it up and post it today for bisexual visibility day :D

it hasn't cropped up recently, but i've seen a lot of people who've questioned owen's bisexuality over the years and i thought i'd compile all the 'evidence' (although it completely baffles me that we got a show with five canonical bisexual characters and people want to write two of them off as straight / "heterflexible" ?? there shouldn't have to be 'proof' of owen being bi, RTD said torchwood is about five bisexuals fighting aliens in cardiff which means they're all bi, full stop. also, bisexuals should never have to 'prove' they're bi, and in regards to fictional characters, i'm sick of people nit-picking who 'deserves' to be counted as rep and refusing to 'claim' certain characters if they're morally grey or if the fandom simply doesn't Like them as much-)

but i digress.

so without further ado, here's everything i've found that supports owen's status as a bicon :-)

explicit canon instances

➤➤ obviously, we have to start with his gay kiss in the first episode of the show. there's a lot to be said about that kiss, i'm not gonna get into all that here, but i've seen a lot of people say it's not proof of owen being attracted to men, and i wholeheartedly disagree. you can literally catch him smiling very happily after the kiss (and one of owen's few genuine smiles of the series, too). i don't think a straight man (or even a "heteroflexible" man) would beam at another guy who's just informed him that he wants to fuck him. a fair amount of people have also said they interpreted owen calling the taxi as him intending to get away from the couple, but i don't understand how they're getting that impression, because that smile makes it seem very much apparent to me that running away is the last thing he wants to do.

it's also, notably, the first time we see bisexuality IN the bisexual show, which i don't think should be discounted. like, we see owen do something gay before jack does, for fuck's sake. is it a good first impression of how torchwood portrays bisexuality? no. is setting owen up as a more sex-driven, opportunistic bisexual nicely contrasted against ianto & tosh's more romance-oriented brand of demisexual bi/pansexuality? in my opinion, yes. i love that the torchwood bisexuals all practice their bisexuality in different ways. that's very special to me. 'cause it's realistic! real bisexuals all experience bisexuality differently! obviously it'd be a different story if he was the only bi rep, because lord knows we've seen enough of that already, but torchwood makes an effort to show us five different brands of bisexuality, and five different bi stories that largely only exist in the subtext, that aren't the focus of the show, and it's fantastic. it's all i could ever want out of bi rep, honestly, even if it is a bit dated now.

➤➤ the other explicit moment in the show: asking tosh and ianto for an end-of-the-world threesome in sleeper (s2ep2). i've actually never seen owen bi-deniers (fhdskjf it's a conspiracy) even mention this scene. owen literally asks ianto if they can have sex with each other to his face, and he's dead serious when he asks it. that's... i mean you can't mistake that as anything else. like fhdsjkf??

➤➤ next we jump to some of the, i suppose, extended universe content. whether the books are canon or not is debated, but the novel 'another life' features owen playing an online simulation game, and it makes a point to depict owen flirting with someone with a male avatar + wondering to himself if the guy would be down for cyber-sex. [someone posted part of that scene here. for context, owen's also got a VR headset on during that bit.]

➤➤ another instance is on the website, which some also don't regard as canon, but, i mean, i don't know who worked on the things we see on that site, but obviously they got their information from somewhere. they probably consulted with the writers on the show, or at the very least got notes on what things to touch on. anyway, there's a portion of the site where you can find a 'background check' on owen, and it's just a collection of messages from some ex-lovers of his. one of them is a man.

again, some people disregard the canon validity of the website, but the way i see it, the information on this site was released while the show was airing for fans to look at and to gain further insight on the characters. one of the things they felt a need to tell us about owen, important enough to be featured in his background (wayyy before the katie plot was developed), was that he wasn't just interested in women. personally, i regard that as canon. you can find this here. and even if you wanna say fragments jossed this background, it doesn't joss his, like... identity.

next we have things said by russell t. davies himself + by burn gorman (owen's actor)

➤➤ again, RTD (who's torchwood's creator, but i'm assuming everyone reading this knows that) explicitly described torchwood as "a bunch of bisexuals living under cardiff and fighting aliens". that's not ambiguous. [i don't have a direct source for this quote, it was apparently said on the dvd extras.]

burn's comments on owen's sexuality include...

➤➤ (when asked who owen fancies) "Owen's pretty cocky, he'll try it on with whoever comes along." [x] and yes, this is vague, but vagueness is often interpreted as proof of bisexuality. (for example, in the pacific rim dvd features, newt's bio stating he was interested in "whoever will take him" was widely interpreted by the fandom as him being bi.)

➤➤ (in regards to owen's "let's all have sex" line) "I don't think he [...] thinks about the implications, or whether it's with a man or a woman." [x]

(ok i have to admit, although i absolutely adore burn, i'm not super fond of the way his 2006-08 self would talk about how torchwood handled sexuality*. however! he kind of hit the nail on the head in saying that, even if it's in the context of owen wanting end-of-the-world sex, because my take on how owen sees his own sexuality has always essentially boiled down to thinking he'd be like, "well, why wouldn't men also be an option?" (well, with sexual attraction anyway; i think owen's relationship with romantic attraction is far more complex.) i think he resembles jack in that way; anyone's a prospective sexual partner, if they're attractive and interesting and he decides he wants them, and he's also impulsive as hell, so he doesn't think too hard about gender in the moment if he decides he's into someone. there's not really any hang-ups.)

➤➤ and ofc...

(out of context this could look like he's just jokingly calling owen an alien-fucker, although owen makes his thoughts on alien-fucking pretty clear in countrycide lol, but it was said in the context of owen/andy as a ship [x].)

*if you're wondering what i'm referring to, it's a comment here [x] about how the torchwood team's bisexuality is a result of being in a pressure cooker environment and having a 'wartime mentality', and they just kind of 'take what they can get'. the implication that bisexuality is out of desperation/accessibility rather than attraction is pretty damn icky, BUT i love him lots and he generally seems to be pretty woke these days (+ otherwise has always seemed to grasp why torchwood's rep was so unique and groundbreaking and important) so i'll go ahead and hope that was just, y'know, simple 'being a straight guy in 2008' ignorance. fifteen years is a long time and i have faith his opinions have evolved by now, esp considering he used the word 'pansexual' at a 2016 con [x]. (actually, ok, you caught me, that last bit wasn't super relevant and i didn't need to bring it up, but i just wanted to gush about him doing it because how often do you hear that word out of celebs, especially older and presumably straight ones. and in 2016, too. kinda slay of him, ngl)

aaand finally, some random, non-explicit little things that i think support him being a bisexy king (several of these are goofy and half-serious)

➤➤ in episode 2, they make a point to cut to owen smiling after jack's line about "you people and your quaint little labels". one might argue he's smiling at gwen & carys on the screen, but cutting to him immediately after jack says it very much implies he's reacting to jack's words, and i think it's particularly poignant after, again, we saw him kiss a man the episode prior. (which, another thing - owen's literal introduction features him kissing a man, like that's gotta count for something. if the literal third thing i ever see a male character do ever is kiss a guy, that means something.)

➤➤ and of course, in the same episode, we get "period military is not the dress code of a straight man" .... owen's the only one of them with working gaydar. also what a fruity thing to say

➤➤ speaking of fruity things to say, in s2e10 when they're all watching the old film, owen goes "look at the state of them 💅" and he says it SO cunty for no reason it always kills me fhsdkjfd

➤➤ combat.

➤➤ no, really.

➤➤ bonus: in the combat commentary, it's mentioned that when RTD saw the above scene between mark & owen, he said it was "the gayest thing he'd ever seen".

➤➤ in the three monkeys, a big finish audio featuring owen & andy, owen flirts with andy repeatedly. even if he just does it to be annoying, it's still pretty damn gay. also the pet names... (he calls him sweetheart, sunshine, and tiger. it's half-mocking, sure, especially because it's owen, but there's also a domesticity to it.)

➤➤ and then there's the hope's "you're alive again and you want crisps?!" "be glad that's all i'm asking for" (owen was like 'i will not use this as an excuse to try to sleep w andy i will not use this as an excuse to try to sleep w andy i will not use th') these are the only two audios i've heard with this duo, i'm sure there's more examples in the other two. i know gooseberry literally has owen sabotaging andy's relationship with his gf and that is... woohoohoo.... i'll update this once i get through those.

➤➤ …. this is my personal opinion but i lowkey think he kinda wants john hart a bit when they all first meet him in kkbb hdskjfds. gwen & tosh both seem very charmed by him and they're meant to, it's supposed to be like 'oh, look at jack's ex waltzing in and charming the pants off everyone (ha), and only ianto and jack see through him' - owen isn't given a flirty line of dialogue or even a close-up shot of him eyeing john like the girls get, but if you watch him closely he certainly looks… intrigued by him. i think owen's more of a bi disaster than he lets on.

➤➤ in episode 10, diane notes that owen has "beauty products" in his bathroom. obviously this shouldn't be indicative of sexuality, but how many Straight Men in 2006 were moisturizing lmao. hell, how many do nowadays 😭

➤➤ gwen & owen's dynamic settles into a lovely little friendship in s2 and owen lowkey gives gbf vibes <3 them making fun of the movie in s2e10 together + the cheek-kissing at the end of s2e9… bi besties!!

➤➤ the peace sign he throws up in meat when he meets rhys fdsjk i don't even believe in some of the silly internet jokes abt bi culture but c'mon

➤➤ have you seen his taste in women. diane is soo butch and gwen's a total tomboy in s1. that's bi culture babey!!!! i too like girls when they're boys

➤➤ i already talked about it but the aforementioned scene where he asks tosh and ianto for a threesome... he asks them, like, immediately after they team up and bully him for not comprehending that there's "no phones. phones all broken. anyone there? no, 'cause the phones aren't working." that was suuuch a disaster bi owen moment for me. i too would get a little revved up if tosh and ianto both bullied me at once <3

aaand finally... the biggest Evidence of all....

➤➤ he's a leather jacket bisexual. need i say more

and that's all! thanks for reading!

[credit for the dividers used in this. didn't tumblr used to have built-in dividers? i miss that.]

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hiiii, so random, but do you have any possible thoughts about another crackship from SVE or vanilla? I do have one, but I don't think I'll be talking about it here, but I wonder if you... have other thoughts about another possible crackship 👁 May I also ask what you feel about crackships?

Heyyy! 👋

I love crackships! It's pretty funny to imagine two completely different characters with the thought, "what will happen if..." and let your imagination run wild as to what a comical situation that would be.

Although, in some cases, some crackship have shown a lot of potential that I seriously now considered them quite the potential ship. Lance/Isaac from SVE is direct proof of that, because now instead of silly stories with those two dumbasses, I now think of them as a serious ship while trying to decide whether to make their next headcanon sad or cute. Or something spicy, hee hee... 🌚

So, on to the crackships....

In vanilla SDV it would definitely be Pierre/Wizard, or even Shane/Wizard. Just the thought that an ordinary Valley dweller, who somehow became Rasmodius' partner, would be shocked by the spells and magic of a wizard (especially Shane, who in canon denies the existence of magic as such at all) makes me amused. For example, "wizard's failed attempt at a love potion". Pure chaos everywhere 😁

Pierre/Morris also have great chemistry when it comes to crackchip (*looking at the wonderful artists and writers who have provided a bunch of Pierre/Morris content*). Again, though, people saw potential in this particular crackship as a serious one too (*looking at those same great artists and writers*). In general, our Mr. Joja Manager by nature fits in perfectly with a few residents as a crackship. Morris/Wizard, Morris/Gunther, Morris/Robin... Something like that.

Of the vanilla bachelors/ettes I can think of only a couple: Alex/Sebastian (the athlete in the game talked for a long time about how weird Sebby is, that he always wears black, and I was like "oh my god, are you in love with him or something?"), Shane/Haley (a battle of two of the most mean marriage candidates ever, oh yeah!), and Harvey/Mr Qi (let's break our doctor's mind with a definitive lack of logic and disregard for wound care, because Mr Qi has 'snake milk'! Which sounds more like poison...).

As for SVE... Besides my favourite Lance/Isaac, the second crackship will be Isaac/Victor. If anyone remembers The Adoring Fan from Elder Scrolls: Oblivion, the relationship of these two will be the same. For those who haven't played Scrolls: imagine an annoying person praising your every move and following you everywhere you go, even if you end up in Hell. Given Victor's enthusiasm for adventurers, he'll be like that fan (not too in character for him, but hey, it's a crackship), and Isaac was just unlucky. Or maybe lucky? 👀

Well, where can we go about crackship without Jadu, a character who only said a couple of quotes in the game, but even that was enough to realise that he's just fed up with life and his job as an errand boy? So - Jadu/Camilla! Because who else could make his life more chaotic and crazy than Camilla, the all-powerful witch who doesn't give a shit about manners, conjures up anything and anywhere, and does pranks just for fun? If I start writing headcanons about them, every post I'll tag "#Jadu isn't getting paid enough for this shit".

If I'm going to feel sorry for Jadu, then Isaac/Camilla. Because I don't feel sorry for Isaac, lol (just kidding, but he'll have more patience than Jadu).

Oh oh oh! A good idea for crackship would also be Camilla/Isaac/Lance, and guess three times who's going to be dom- *bonk*

Well, that's about all the crackships I wanted to mention 😅 (the answer came out longer than I intended, heh). Thanks for the question, dear anon! 💕

[thekhoei]

i love to joke "john beet wif" yes but have we ever tried to understand his violent behaviors? probably also yes. i have been rambling about this man so much to the point my brain goes nut, but will i ever stop? no

i'd air my views based on James Fallon's The Psychopath Inside, although i can't be sure if John has any "distinct neurological pattern" in his brain that leads to "cold and violent behavior", or if it was purely just lsd and heroin. i haven't finished the book yet to give a full analysis on this issue i brought, so i'd discuss only the surface of the iceberg.

we always hurt our love one, intended or not. we can all agree a toxic environment builds a toxic child. John didnt have that fortune to get a healthy childhood. emotional abuse and neglect from the adults, he grew up to be a rebel against the world. i have been wondering, has this man ever felt like a lone man that is distant from the human world for so long (like The Little Prince). and the answer i give to myself is a yes, and a no.

"He told me later, he didn’t tell me then, he said he’d written it about himself, feeling like he wasn’t going anywhere."

“I thought of myself sitting there, doing nothing and getting nowhere,”

now i'm not sure if anyone has thought this way before, but i love the way Tom Taylor (i came across his article while finding John's (or other Beatles' quote about Nowhere Man)) said that the protagonist was far from alone. change my point of view from here ngl. does the Nowhere Man isolates himself from other people, or the other way around. does John isolates himself, or the other way around. definitely not the second clause. we can't deny that this man has some serious mental illnesses. i know he got some treatment back then, but did it help him get anywhere better? i have no idea. i'd say barely. Nowhere Man to me is about a depressed man who sits alone on a hill, in a room, in nowhere, in a void, in a vast space that surrounded by so many people yet he still can't feel any lighter, although he had planned so many plans, but all of it goes to nowhere. "Isn't he a bit like you and me?" a reflection to himself, and the listeners, us. Nowhere Man is alone, yet "he" is also far from alone. there are so many lone men like "him" in the world, but could "he" know they exist? his break up with the band, his early days with Cyn, Julian (how come i just realize this is literally his mom's name), even during the marriage with Yoko, his friendship with Paul, George, Stuart, and his every other relationships already show the world enough. so much love that he isnt able to respond, that he slowly destroys everything from the inside like a time bomb.

"In the place, where I was born

No-one cared, no-one cared"

there is this quote from one of the greatest writers in my country "Một người đau chân có lúc nào quên được cái chân đau của mình để nghĩ đến một cái gì khác đâu? Khi người ta khổ quá thì người ta chẳng còn nghĩ gì đến ai được nữa. Cái bản tính tốt của người ta bị những nỗi lo lắng, buồn đau ích kỷ che lấp mất..." which means "One with a sore leg can not think for anybody when he is in so much pain. Too many sorrows cover one's eyes from the others' misery. All the kindness are buried within all the grief". not all of us can realize or be aware of our mistreatment towards our love one when we are also in so much despair. one can blindly become a monster to their dearest without acknowledging the uncontrollable and unreasonably strange behaviors. John is no exception in this case. he is enmeshed in a mess he created. he is loved by so many people, so many people are willing to sacrifice themselves just for him, but John still cant love them fairly.

that man is insecure, he admitted so many time. he even wrote a song to ask for help, even though he can directly communicate to someone. communication is a key to a balanced relationship. yet in a society that man is fucking weakling if he talks about his feels and emotions, how could he show his true color. we would have "good night" sang by him if he did. instead that man sabotages himself. John has never been on his right mind.

there was one time where i dreamt of being in the world where The Beatles didnt exist (i love this concept so much, Yesterday's scene where the protagonist meets old John has been haunting me to the point i became him in that dream). its just so wild to ever think if one day The Beatles doesnt exist. so many chances and so many results that are so fascinating even only just a glimpse of those. back to the dream (i go a bit personal here) i was a neighbour kid lives nearby John's house. i would come and play with him and Yoko and little Sean everyday, until one day i didnt see him anymore. days by days i tried to find him with hopes slowly fading. he came back on the day when i thought he had gone forever. i ran towards John and hugged him tightly, to wake up with tears in my eyes. that day i realize i just love John so dearly.

okay this is the point where i goes nut so id stop trying to sound like im a egghead here. i never want to defend John or even want to be his apologist, i used to hate him with all my heart, but choose sympathy to understand this man is to forgive my own self and the others from my own mistakes, and their mistreatment. for i love and im loved, but love is painful. i mean we can all see ourself throughout John's mirror. im so tired of hatred towards Lennon without trying to know him for a bit. to me he is still a beautiful humans. even with so many flaws. i love John the way Paul loves John. i love John the way George loves John. i love John the way Ringo loves John. the way Cynthia loves John, the way Julian forgives John, the way Yoko spends her life with this man, the way May Pang adores him. i love John the way half of the world loves John. i hope that lone astronaut is still having fun across the universe rn.

"John Lennon is a saint and he's heavy-duty, and he's great and I love him. But at the same time, he's such a bastard – but that's the great thing about him, you see?"

[tarotmundomonde]

Name : Simran

Sun sign : Taurus ♉

Moon sign : Leo ♌

Venus sign : Gemini ♊

I choose : 3- Them about you.

Context about this person:

His initials : E C

Sun sign : Aquarius ♒

I'm 19 (f) and he's 22 (m). We met on an app (not a dating app) and initially our convo was just casual but later it escalated and we started sexting. This was my first time being on any such app/sexting. I've shared some pics (not exactly nudes) with him but nothing beyond that. He got cheated on in a relationship by someone he thought was the one for him, and I've seen how his views about relationships have somewhere been affected even if subtly. He's single but sexts other girls too He's shared few things with me, where he works, his fam but nothing deep which is understandable. I've known him for 7 ish months now and it was fine earlier but from the last 3 or so months I've realised how much I like him (I don't wanna say love but I won't deny there's an urge to say that.) We've not had any 'serious' convo but I've expressed my liking towards him and that I have a crush on him. He lives in a different country and I don't even know if we'll ever meet? But we're both adults and it's not impossible either. I've asked him if he would date me to which he says yes but I think that's not cus he likes me but as a 'why not I'm attracted to you so I can give it a shot' kinda. I recently started talking to another guy (same country but different places, we plan on meeting if things work out. The guy likes me but I've told him how I'm not ready for anything yet although I won't deny I do have a crush on him.) and told EC about him, to which he said "congratulations" and I could see him being distant with me but I couldn't handle it. There's some jealousy but idk if it's coming from a place cus he likes me or cus ofc we're sexting partners and friends so..? I wonder what's on his mind.

I'd say I like him and if there's a possibility for us, I'll wait even though I realise it's stupid cus it's all online and I understand the problems with it but some guidance would help me get over this situation.

Tbf the only reason why I want this reading is because it will help me bring some conclusion to the situation that I constantly think about. I understand that tarot reading is not the ultimatum but I'd still be grateful for the guidance. I'd like to know where this situation might lead me in the future because this is the second time I've felt so much for a person and I really wonder if it's worth putting that much energy into it? Last time I did it, I lost hopes for love to a certain extent.

Gif for us :

I can imagine us being like this. Me sharing about my life with him and him comforting me cus I'm his friend and he cares for me. He'd be so close to me but not close enough.

Gif for you :

Although I'm new here, I get the vibe of you being mature, kind but straightforward. The blog itself is very chill and I like it. Someone I'd definitely listen to and ask for advices from. Wouldn't let them be dependent on you but still guide them.

Hello Simran, let's dive into your reading, shall we?

First of all, what comes to his feelings for you, he isn't trying to push you away. He feels like letting you have your way. In general his heart space isn't much open, but with you he has lowered his defences. However, he is not fighting for this connection. He feels like things are changing and he doesn't know what you two will become.

He sees you as an opportunity. He does find you to have some good qualities in you. He knows you are offering him a door to open. But the connection in itself doesn't seem to mean much to him. He only sees it as two people having a small talk. Just chatting. And he doesn't intend to do anything. He just will be who he is and just be there and people know, where to find him, if they are interested. But he does want to be wanted! He just doesn't feel like giving anything nor wants to make changes. On top of that, he wants to keep you a secret! He wants you two to be an online thing. If you have someone else, he doesn't want them to know about him. Also, the cards are saying he likes to "watch", as in he likes his eyes to be entertained 👀🫠

Action-wise, it seems he is connecting with multiple people. He wants people to compete over him, to fight for him and for his attention. The strongest shall be the winner. There is a sense of free will, like he is saying it's your choice, if you choose him, if you want him, if you get involved. He is saying he is not responsible for anything. Also, he really takes pleasure in everyone trying so hard to have him. It makes him feel ever so powerful. He likes it, how everyone catches feelings for him, how everyone wants to have a new beginning in love with him. He loves to see, what each of the females can come up with it: tactics, communication, etc. He enjoys the competition, how everyone is trying so hard to be chosen by him and how everyone wants to get through to him. And in his eyes, you are one of the females, one of the participants in this love competition.

ps. feedback is always appreciated.

[samieree]

Goddess of Muspelheim || GOW Ragnarök

Heimdall x OC

-> *Chapter 3*

*Chapter 4 || What a...!*

It's been almost a year since Heimdall became a full-time nanny, and he seems to be used to it (although it's no secret that he often dropped Amaris off to his brother, Baldur). You can even risk saying that they got along, even though Heimdall's great passion was to annoy the teenager.

He wondered how much it would take to bring her to the brink of endurance and what would happen then. Actually, the funniest thing would be if she wanted to burn him, so as not to accidentally set someone's house on fire... But does it really matter?

One day he was really stubborn in his attempts to upset her. At first she just rolled her eyes at his words, but over time it started to piss her off and she couldn't help but talk back.

"How on the nine realm did someone give birth to something like you?!" She shouted angrily, stopping abruptly.

"Just like someone gave birth to you, sparkle." It was really hard to keep any calm after he had been poisoning her ear for a good thirty minutes. Especially when he leaned over to her and gave her a flick on the nose.

"You...!" She didn't want to burn anyone or anything, all she wanted to do was punch him in this smooth face to shut him up. Because seriously, didn't he know any limits in what he was doing? He says everything what he wants?

Using the fact that he was already bent over to bridge the height difference between them, she wanted to punch him in the face, but unfortunately it was doomed from the start. Heimdall straightened up as she swung to hit him, tripping her leg at the same time.

Only one thing he hadn't anticipated... They were passing by the square where Odin's soldiers were training. When Amaris stumbled over his leg, she flew over the railing and flew down a bit, landing on the training ground.

"Help me get up now!" She shouted from below as she tried to get up on her own, but the pain in her ankle stopped her.

"I don't even intend to." She looked up to see Heimdall, his elbow resting on the railing she had fallen over, staring at his fingernails.

Maybe he wasn't entirely satisfied with the girl's reaction to his comments, but it was quite funny to watch her fly over the railing and land in the sand, near the einherjers in training. But he had no intention of going down there, she had fallen there herself, so she would come out of there herself.

"I'm serious, I'm can't get up." She said, sitting up on the ground. "You mutilated a child, are you proud of yourself?!" She huffed dissatisfied, not even looking at him, just touching her aching ankle.

"Just for now, soon you'll be fine." He replied as if he didn't care at all. "When you get over it, you'll get up and come back, see you later." He waved her for goodbye and started walking away.

But he didn't get far before he began to think that he couldn't just leave this child, she couldn't handle it, and knowing her, she would probably complain. Besides, he liked her a little - although he wouldn't admit to himself that he liked babysitting someone.

Therefore, with a heavy sigh, he headed down to the training ground, where to his surprise, Amaris had already begun to limp and hobble a bit on one foot towards the exit where he was standing. He wanted to stand there with his arms folded and watch her struggle, making some snide comment as soon as she finally walked past him, but decided against it.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." He said, walking towards her. He knew she heard what he said and was well aware of his reluctance to help her in any way, but at the same time she was a little relieved that she wouldn't have to struggle all the way back to the Great Lodge.

Being next to her, he effortlessly picked her up bridal style, though he winced a bit at the fact that his white tunic wasn't so white anymore, because of the sand in which Amaris had landed earlier.

"I don't need your mercy." She said, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away to the side so as not to look at him.

At that moment, he wanted to let go of her and tell her to crawl to her room then, but he didn't. He kept the comment to himself as he silently carried her to her room.

And Amaris, despite what she said, was grateful that she didn't have to limp to bed and probably fall over a few more times in the process. Besides, her teenage soul was glad to be lifted into the air and carried in someones arms. Despite the circumstances - who wouldn't be happy?

And he heard every single one of her thoughts. * * *

Due to her divine blood, it was clear that the injury wouldn't last long, but she still needed to stay in bed for a while, at least for a day or two.

And that day had been a blessing for Heimdall - at least for now. All day alone, with no annoying individual talking nonsense in his ear. Just a fairy tale. Although in the afternoon he actually missed annoying this child... After all, he hadn't had a chance to threaten her with throwing her off the wall yet.

Either way, his peace didn't last long, and certainly not as long as he expected.

After all, who expects a disturbance in the middle of the night?

Amaris walked with a slight limp against the wall, wrapped in a quilt and with a pillow under her arm. Without much thought, she opened the door to Heimdall's room, which woke him up immediately, but he didn't even think of getting out of bed.

He already let his hair down, changed into his sleeping clothes, slept peacefully without worrying about anything, and she dared to disturb his peace ...

"Go away." He just groaned, burying his face in the pillow and wrapping his arms lightly around it.

"I had a nightmare..." She said softly, sniffling. She was really terrified by what she saw, everything on fire, the brutal death of her entire family, and finally her's... She woke up crying and was afraid to go to sleep again.

"And what's that to me?"

"I'm scared..." She admitted, hugging the pillow she had been holding the whole time.

"Go to sleep before I'll give you a reason to be scared." He muttered, clearly dissatisfied, with the intention of throwing her out of the room right away if she didn't go away on her own. Yet she was still standing by the door, she hadn't moved an inch. "I may be a nanny, but I'm not going to hold you and stroke your head. Go away."

Still nothing. The only thing that changed was that she started crying silently.

"It doesn't bother me." a small lie, considering that when the girl remembered what she experienced in the dream, he saw it in her mind. And it actually moved him. Especially when for the next several minutes she stood and cried, and he had to listen to it. "Okay, okay, go to your room, I'll be right back...! I'll tell you a fairy tale or something..." He muttered, rolling over onto his back and sitting up as soon as he heard Amaris leave the room.

He was curious himself about what he was going to tell her, because honestly, he preferred to go to sleep.

But he had no choice, the word had already been said. All he could do was casually brush his hair and go to that damn child.

Amaris herself was sitting on her bed, wrapped in a duvet, and she was a little glad that Heimdall hadn't lied to her and had actually come. He sat next to her, and for the first time she had the opportunity to see how he looked with his hair down. The strands on the sides of his face were longer than the rest. Obviously, he used them to make his braids.

"What shall I tell you?" He asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Whatever..." She replied, shrugging her shoulders and fiddling with the quilt in her hands.

"So..."

"Can I braid your hair?" She cut him off before he could say what he was going to tell her, and he had the Norns in his mind and a pretty simple story about them. But the question completely knocked him out of his rhythm. "I'll do it like you always do, please..."

At first he wanted to get up and leave, but Amaris would probably follow him.

She'd asked him that before, and he'd answered a firm 'no'. Now... He sighed heavily, showing clearly how much he disliked the idea, but then he slid off the bed, leaning his back against it's frame so that the girl could easily tie his hair.

Was it because he was tired and didn't want to argue with her, just wanted to get back to bed as soon as possible? Maybe.

"So you don't want the story anymore?" He asked, already feeling Amaris tearing his hair into strands.

"You can talk."

And he had no choice. He had to tell her a story.

~Author's note~

Another chapter from the past, I just love how their relation was evolving before the... Well, before the murder of her family 🥺

Next chapter will be in the present ♥

tags: @violet2507 @zoleea-exultant

I'm sorry you all had to wait so long, I'll try to be more regular 💕

-> next chapter -> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

[burning-fcols]

"This is lucille. She's gonna be your stepmother in a week. I thought it would be real nice for you to come to the wedding. You are my son after all. This could be our chance to patch things up." (crimson for lucille and moxxie) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟᴜᴠᴀxʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 When Moxxie opened his door, the LAST thing he expected was to see his father standing there. Let alone him and a sheepish— pun not intended but unfortunately thought of by Moxxie —sinner who seemed terribly out of place beside the weathered mafioso. Soft and sweet-looking, with big doe-eyes and a petite figure that doesn't scream of familiarity with hardship. Then again, he could be wrong. Plenty of people appear innocent at first glance in Hell, and those tend to be deadliest of all. Still, there's something about the timid smile flashed Moxxie's way that feels too authentic to belong to a killer.

Shock as well as the sight of an uncomfortable-looking stranger caused Moxxie to default to politeness, awkwardly inviting the pair inside to sit down. As he poured them drinks in a daze, he struggled to keep his hands from shaking. Mind raced yet was incapable of clinging to coherent thought, aside from gratitude his roommate Millie was out for the evening. He could imagine the whirlwind of fury that would arise if she knew his father was here. Praying to get this visit over as soon as amicably as possible, Moxxie had steeled his nerves for WHATEVER may happen.

A wedding invitation, however, causes him to choke on his drink. Hitting his chest as he fights for air, wide eyes are riveted upon Crimson. ❝ Wh-WHAT? ❞ He barks, tone overwhelmed with bewilderment rather than anger. Far too busy trying to wrap his mind around how his father could possibly think this was a good idea. Not merely the wedding— although Moxxie has many concerns —but inviting HIM of all people to it. ❝ Are you— You're gonna... With he— ... I... You can't be serious. ❞

❝ Ignoring the fact that the LAST ❛ wedding ❜ I attended was a complete disaster— ❞ That's putting it mildly, Moxxie providing air-quotes around the word to show how little value he gives the ceremony Crimson had prepared. ❝ —I assumed you'd rather see my decapitated head on your wall than have me over as a guest again. ❞ It's not as if being Crimson's son meant anything BEFORE and he's about to say as much, but then he notices Lucille's worried expression. The way she stiffens in her seat, gripping the fabric of her dress in her lap. A nice garment decorated with a floral pattern, shades of soft pink to compliment her lavender coloring. Even her wool has a flower tucked in it of the same color.

Lucille tried really hard to look nice for this visit.

She ALSO looks to be around his age... Even a few years younger, if Moxxie had to guess. Sucking in a shaky breath, he exhales before lifting his hands in a placating gesture. ❝ Look. I just... don't know if this is a good idea. ❞ Looking at Lucille, not caring about his father's reaction but not wanting to upset HER ( even if he is silently wondering how much she has thought this through and how he can warn her ) , he hastily adds, ❝ Not the wedding! If you want to get married then by all means you should... ❞ Eyes snapping back to Crimson, he fidgets in his seat, wondering how much Crimson is going to control himself with his fiancé in the room. ❝ But me attending it feels like it'll cause unnecessary conflict. Maybe we should just say our goodbyes and leave things the way they are. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[soul-dwelling]

MHA is probably the main reason I won't ever start reading an ongoing series again lol

I think one has to have a one in a billion talent to be able to commit to a plan while avoiding cancelation, navigating editor pressure and demands, yet also being able to improvise and keep once stamina.

Maybe DragonBall is one of the truely great examples of managing it, but that is because Toriyama both doesnt care about his story being consistent, yet also is so talented that he makes everything work, the enjoyment coming from each chapter.

But maybe I just dont have enough experience with manga, yet I dont really want to get taken for a ride again and again, Im getting to old for that - especially after even One Piece crashing like it does since after the time skip, or atleast the Wano arc

Question received June 30, 2024, answered August 4, 2024--the official publication date of the last My Hero Academia chapter. 

I’m not that sour--about My Hero Academia or One Piece. Granted, I haven’t read as much of One Piece (and the paneling is getting too grid-based for my preferences). 

But it is part of the debate I’m having with myself and have talked about with a friend: is it better to let an entire story be planned out and published all at once, or is it better to serialize it over time? Horikoshi already wrecked his health keeping up this serialization schedule, and while letting him take all the time he wants to make the story he wants at the pace he wants and publish it only when he’s done, that is not the reality of the publishing industry (which needs to change) and has the disadvantages of having the franchise be out of the public eye and hence lose popularity, as well as not getting more immediate reactions to new chapters to course correct when something is egregiously bad (not “oh no, people don’t like the League of Villains, change everything because my editor said so” but “oh, okay, this characterization isn’t working with the audience, but here’s a small modification that’ll make it work better with the audience”). 

Toriyama likely also had opportunities later creators did not get. A lot of serialized stories are going to take a lot of time to find their footing, their intended audience, their genre, their tone. It saddens me how that opportunity was not given to some wild worlds that could have hosted memorable stories with appealing characters: Ginka and Gluna is one that comes to mind, not because it would ever be as iconic as Dragon Ball but because it had so much potential and never got enough time to reach it. 

I do wonder whether there are currently published ongoing manga or other comics that people could recommend (especially ones outside of Jump), or that I could recommend. These are some I have enjoyed, although their genres and tones are not necessarily the same as My Hero Academia: 

Akane-banashi and Show-ha Shoten: Two series that easily transition the shonen battle tournament format towards public performance, rakugo in Akane-banashi, and stand-up comedy in Show-ha Shoten. Artwork is really good, characters are varied in personalities and back stories. 

Blue Box: I’m not following the sports angle very closely, the romantic development is good. 

Spy x Family: The story is finally paying off some details about Twilight’s mission, and doing so while also giving an unexpected and not asked for but also not unwelcome backstory for Henderson and Martha. 

Dandadan: I don’t think the tone and comedy is going to be for everyone, and there are enough of those details that bother me. But when the story gets serious, it knows how to hurt, and the action panels and two-page spreads are so detailed yet easy to follow the action. 

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun: I do think the story is spinning its wheels, with most arcs covering a lot of the same ground each time, especially as a lot of the mystery has been uncovered or undermined by later revelations. But the artwork is captivating, the tone is creepy, the character dynamics keep me engaged in the story, and the quandaries about whether you should try to fix earlier mistakes even if it means you forget the lesson is a lot better than whatever that most recent Flash movie was going for. 

RuriDragon: Some chapters are less engaging than others, but the relaxed tone is comfort reading. 

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 5

Your work life has definitely taken a drastic turn.

For the better of course.

When you’re back at work you feel like you need to apologize to the team for your unprofessional behavior. That’s why when you show up, they look a bit surprised.

“I wanted to apologize for how I reacted. Dr. Lance was just trying to help. I’m more of an independent person. Also his know it all manner of speaking gets on my nerves.”

Camille and Angela smile.

“We get it. He can be a bit persistent, but he means well.”

You nod, lifting the paper bag from behind your back.

“I made you all cookies. I hope you like it.” You reach in pulling out a small wrapped bag and they both take it happily.

“Thank you!” Angela is smiling and Hodgins moves over when he sees the gathering.

“Hey, I hope you brought some for everyone.” You nod, handing him a bag. Booth and Brennan are out, so you leave two on her desk.

“Enjoy the rest of your day.” You bid them goodbye and Camille gushes.

“I feel like I’ve adopted another child.”

Hodgins grins.

“We already have Sweets, it looks like the family is expanding.”

They can’t exactly complain about that.

Once you’re back in your office, you feel more at ease. For one you’re not anxious about Sweets spilling your secret. He’d even offered to help you. You can’t say you ever saw this coming. When you first got to earth you’d been alone. You’d gotten used to it. Although you’d had your fair share of friends and acquaintances, you were always careful to keep that distance. It was a defense. But now you have an ally, and you feel almost..content.

It’s nice.

“Dr. (L/N), I heard you were giving out cookies, I was wondering where you left mine.” He slides his hands in his pockets. He steps inside and you shuffle through the bag, pulling out the treat. He takes it happily, pulling the tie loose as he eagerly eats the first cookie. He looks so happy. It still makes little sense, but you’re grateful for Sweet’s company. The both of you knew next to nothing about each other just a week ago. Yet, today, you can say that you do trust him.

The protectiveness when you were both captured. His need to ensure you were okay, even trying to become your friend when he was clearly scared of what you were capable of. Your adoptive parents are upstanding people, so it’s not like you lack faith in humanity. You just know that there are terrible people out there. They were adamant on educating you the second they realized you weren’t like any other child.

You close the door of your office, and Sweets turns the second he sees that serious expression.

“Ish everfing alrigft?”

His mouth is filled with cookies and you nod with a small smile.

“Would you like to come by tonight? I want to tell you everything.”

It seems like the right time.

He nods once he realizes the urgency of the matter. What it means to you.

“No problem, I’ll grab the takeout.”

You’re looking forward to it.

That’s why it really does feel like the day is lingering.

By the time your shift is over, you slide off your lab coat and do a mental evaluation of where you intend to start. He knows the gist of it. You’re an alien with powers who crash landed into earth.

Pretty straightforward.

The trip back to your place is a bit therapeutic. You don’t expect Sweets to already be at your door when you get there. He turns when he hears you walking up the staircase of your porch.

“I’m sorry, I just assumed that you were already here.”

“That’s okay, let me get the key.” You reach into the bag, pulling out the key as you open the door.

“Can I get you anything?”

He lifts the bags in his hand.

“Right, you came prepared. Make yourself at home.”

Hanging up your coat, you slide out of your shoes. Sweets heads for the living room and you follow after you toss your bag. You should be starving, but when he places down the bag, he looks a bit anxious. You figure you’re not much better.

“Not really that hungry.” He says, running a hand over his tie.

“Me either.” You admit.

You take a seat and he follows.

“I’m sorry, I supposed I just ran through all the scenarios of what you would be telling me. I got into my head. As someone who’s really reliant on the psychology of human behavior, extraterrestrial beings aren’t really my domain.”

You can’t help but crack a smile.

“As a scientist myself I understand. Although it’s hard sometimes. People take one look at me and are put off by my age. I thought they preferred driven individuals. “

“That is a field that I’m familiar with. When I first met Booth he kept making baby jokes. “

“That does sound like something Agent Booth would do.”

You both share a laugh. It feels like the tension from earlier has dissipated.

“Now that the awkwardness is gone, maybe you can tell me more. About yourself, your life.”

You never thought you’d ever tell anyone your secret. Not willingly at least. You were never truly reckless. You weren’t the type to run around flaunting your powers.

That day with Sweets was the first time that you’d acted in such an irrational way.

For a moment you look down, then you stand. His eyes follow as you walk out of the room. When you re-enter, you’re holding what appears to be a journal and something else wrapped in a golden cloth.

This time when you sit, you’re right next to Sweets.

“This is my personal journal. When I was younger, I wanted to stay connected to everyone. I felt like I was forgetting my family, my home. This helped me to remember who I am. Where I’m from.”

You hand him the book and he marvels when he opens it. There’s a foreign language attached, with translations on the bottom. He’s not sure what to say. How to react. Because this is not just a sign of your faith in this friendship, but a trust that you’ve obviously never given to anyone else. He looks back at you, and you’re clutching the cloth in your hand.

There’s something inside of it, he can tell from the grip. Your hands are shaking and he fully understands. Whatever that is, it’s another piece of your life. One that you want to share, but you’re afraid. You instinctively reach for your necklace. It’s a star shaped that he’s never really seen before. Although he’s noticed that sometimes when you discuss your past, you often would reach for it. Like an anchor to calm you down.

He offers a smile. He places his hand over your own to stop the tremors and you finally look at him.

“Whatever it is, it can wait. When you’re ready, you’ll tell me. Right now, this is more than enough.”

He doesn’t need any more proof that you trust him.

It’s obvious now. 

[siilverwiitch]

Chapter 5: Quintus (Fifth)

Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Relationships: Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe

Characters: Edogawa Ranpo, Edgar Allan Poe, Karl

Language: English

Words: 1,193

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Having found more evidence to incriminate the suspect, Edgar sought out a moment to speak with Ranpo.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Ranpo asked as they found a quiet corner.

“Why didn’t you just use your ability?” Edgar queried, curiosity etched on his features.

“Because, Ed, my ability doesn’t always give me all the answers. I had narrowed it down to the five suspects we were investigating. Unfortunately, there are limits to what my ability can do. Once we confirmed the suspect, I was able to use ‘Ultra Deduction’ to fill in the rest of the gaps,” Ranpo explained.

Edgar considered his words carefully before nodding in understanding. “That makes sense. I guess I was just surprised that something like this could cause a snag in your ability.”

“Don’t worry too much about it. It still surprises me whenever it occurs. It’s frustrating, to the point where I feel useless and like I’ve lost my purpose,” Ranpo admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. He glanced at Edgar, hoping his confession wouldn’t affect their relationship.

Watching Ranpo’s face contort with concern, Edgar noticed his brows furrow, almost as if he were having a full conversation in his head.

“I hope you realise this changes nothing about our relationship, and certainly not the way I feel about you,” Edgar reassured, reaching out to grasp Ranpo’s arm gently. “Despite how impressed and in awe of your ability I am—or may have been—it is not the reason I pursued a relationship with you.”

After a tense moment, Ranpo finally looked up from the floor, revealing those wonderful green eyes that Edgar adored so much.

“Please tell me what made you do all this, what made you want to be here with me?” Ranpo asked softly.

“Because six years ago, I met this world-famous detective who had unwavering confidence and a mind as sharp as a whip. This detective stayed in my brain even before I fully realised my feelings for them. Your ability does not define you as a person, my dear Ranpo. Your mind and heart are what make you the person I admire and adore. It also makes you the person I would happily spend the rest of my life with,” Edgar replied sincerely.

Ranpo’s only response was to pull Edgar in close, resting his head over Edgar’s heart, listening to its steady beat.

“I love you, Ranpo. Please never forget that,” Edgar whispered, holding him tightly.

After a while, they heard someone clear their throat from behind Edgar. Before he could turn to face them, Ranpo spoke up with his face still buried in Edgar’s shirt.

“How can we help, President?”

“You are not required immediately, but I will be taking this opportunity to ask Poe some questions, if this is an appropriate time?” the President replied.

“Of course,” Edgar said, repositioning himself to face the President, with Ranpo grumbling slightly during the move.

“Although, I hope it's okay that Ranpo is here, as I’m not sure I’d have the heart to remove him,” Edgar added, fondly looking down at Ranpo.

The President smiled softly. “What are your intentions with Ranpo?”

“Intentions?” Edgar felt his face flush slightly. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“I’m asking how far you are willing to take your relationship. You are intending to go back to America, are you not?” the President continued, his tone serious.

“I don’t see why you have to ask these questions. I’m not a kid anymore,” Ranpo muttered. “Besides, of course, Ed is going back to America, so dumb question, boss.”

Clearing his throat, Edgar decided it was time to mention an idea he had been considering since being with Ranpo.

“Well, that was the original plan,” Edgar began slowly.

“The original plan? What’s the new plan?” Ranpo asked, curiosity piqued.

“When I knew I was coming to Yokohama, I began researching the legality and legislation of buying somewhere a bit more permanent,” Edgar explained, meeting the President's gaze directly. “Turns out, it’s not so hard for foreigners to purchase property in Japan.”

“And now you have a permanent residence here?” The President’s eyes hardened slightly, concern evident for Ranpo.

“I intend to stay—if Ranpo agrees. I want a relationship with Ranpo, one that doesn’t end up being long-distance,” Edgar declared, hoping his sincerity would convey his commitment.

After Edgar’s explanation, he finally looked down to see Ranpo’s surprised expression. However, the peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted as Ranpo grabbed Edgar’s collar and pulled him down.

“And when were you intending to tell me, Poe-kun? Huh? I was waiting for you to tell me I only had a week left with you! I thought I was going to have to say goodbye and cope without you being close!” Ranpo exclaimed passionately.

After his outburst, Ranpo kissed Edgar fervently, catching him off guard. As they embraced, Edgar noticed the President quietly leaving the room. Despite realising he should have spoken up sooner, Edgar allowed himself to relax into Ranpo’s embrace, returning his affection without hesitation.

As their kiss deepened, Edgar wrapped his arms around Ranpo, savouring the warmth and familiarity of his touch. Ranpo's passion and vulnerability shone through in every gesture, reassuring Edgar that their bond was stronger than any temporary separation could challenge.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Edgar smiled softly, brushing his thumb against Ranpo's cheek.

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, my dear Ranpo. I didn't want to worry you," Edgar murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

Ranpo's expression softened, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes—relief, love, and a hint of playful annoyance. "You're such a fool sometimes, Poe-kun," he teased gently, but his tone carried immense affection.

"I promise to be more transparent with you from now on," Edgar replied earnestly. "I want us to build a life together, here in Yokohama. If you'll have me."

Ranpo's smile widened, and he placed a tender kiss on Edgar's lips. "I'd have you in a heartbeat, Poe-kun. I want that too," he whispered.

Feeling a surge of joy and relief, Edgar hugged Ranpo tightly once more, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. They stood there, in each other's arms, knowing that their future was now a shared one—filled with adventures, mysteries, and above all, their unwavering love for each other.

After a while, they heard a gentle cough from the doorway. It was the president, looking at them with a knowing smile.

"I apologise for interrupting," the president said, his voice soft yet firm. "But I'm glad to see you two are on the same page."

Edgar nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him. "Thank you, President."

Ranpo chuckled, pulling Edgar closer. "Yeah, thanks boss."

The president's smile widened. "Well then, let's discuss the details of your new residence and what this means for your involvement with the agency."

As they moved to sit down and continue their conversation, Edgar couldn't help but steal glances at Ranpo, his heart brimming with happiness and anticipation for the future they would now build together, side by side.

[nobodybelivesimstraight]

Feitan x male reader

Genere: fluff, alot abit of crack

Word count:3069

Intended for: males and males alligned. Female and female alligned DO NOT INTERACT you will be thoroughly blocked, Thank you:)

Hope you like it

"Treasure? Treasure?"

Feitan looks around the mansion in search of you.

"where is he,? He didn't mention leaving house today.I not think he even have strength to talk after what we did yesterday."

Feitan smirked abit thinking about what happened yesterday before focusing back to the task at hand.

"where could he be?" He pondered for a moment before realizing one very likely possibility.

He looked everywhere but his torture room which as the name implies he torturwd people in.

he opened the door and found you lying there a ground watching your phone.

"I found treasure" he said softly as if he won a prize.

You look up and smile.

"oh hey fei" he blushed at the nickname.

"i said no call me that".

"why not its cute" you chuckle. Sitting up to more properly face him.

"it not cute it weird." he revolts looking away.

"what have you doing" He asked, you smiled showing him your phone.

"oh your reading manga? Is it bl again?" You nod your head looking away, a bit embarrassed by how he guessed correctly so quickly.

"yep" 

he blinks lowkey surprised by your bluntness.

"anyway- how is treasure feeling?"

You recall the memories of last night.(I know what your thinking)

"ah right- I'm fine just a bit sore nonthing serious"

the sudden feeling of shyness showers over you and you look back down at your phone.

Feitan smirks alittle "did machi treat injuries?" He asks.

"oh- no." You answer rolling onto your back.

His eyebrows furrowed

"she didn't?"

"uh well I didn't exactly ask her too" you rub your neck. 

Feitan tilted his head confused, you blush not wanting to tell him the real reason of why you decided not to treat your injuries.

In all honesty you didn't want to treat them because you somewhat enjoyed it not the pain but the memory that came with it .

"It must've slipped my mind"

feitans eyes calmed down, he would've been upset if Machi simply refused to treat you.

"that make sense Machi like you so she would help you if you ask"

"yeah she does seem to like me more than the others for some reason" you pondered for a second wondering why exactly that was.

it's not like you too hung out together on a regular basis,Only interacting during meetings or missions so there's never been much time to talk or get to know each other.

Perhaps she just likes your vibe.

"do want me to treat you inste-instead?"

Feitan Stuttered speaking was never his strong suit, you smiled not minding it, you always thought his speech impediment was more cute than inconvenient(he never agreed)

You nodded in agreement

"sure"

"okay" Feitan left the room to go get the medical kit from machi.

they kept it in her room although she never really used it.

she uses her ability to heal instead since its faster and more than not precise.

Feitan walks down the hall and knocks on her door.

"Machi?"

"Hm? Yeah Come in." Machi looks over her shoulder.

"Give me med kit" feitan demands making reaching his hand out for it.

"for what are you hurt or something?" Machi asks.

"No" he states.

"than why do you need it" she folds her arms.

"(Y/N) is hurt" feitan says blandly.

"he is? How And why didn't he come to me earlier?" Machi asks one half confused the other half concerned you usually came to Machi when you were physically hurt because she was the only person You trusted other than Feitan to see you vulnerable.

"He like me better" feitan smirked Machi just rolled her eyes.

"anyway the medical equipment is in my room on the top shelf and make sure to treat him Not kill him" feitan scowled.

"I don't hurt treasure"

then he mumbled "not much anyway"

he took the med kit and walked back down the hall to the room you were hiding in. "I'm back" you smile and sit up straight.

"great"

Feitan stares at you for a second.

"mmmmm are you hurt up here your neck?" He touches your neck you shake your head as he tugs your shirt "let me take off your shirt"

you blush "huh? W-why?" "take of shirt I need to treat wounds" he deadpans.

"ah right" you took of your shirt only to find many bruises cuts,marks and bruises on your skin feitan smiles slightly admiring his work before looking up "hurt?"

You shrug "eh not really, you know my pain tolerance" feitan nods before pouring some Alcohol on a cuetip and rubbing it on a mark.

"treasures skin soft" you smile "thank you." You look down a little and realize feitan isn't wearing his face mask.

This makes you happy, knowing this is his way of telling you he's more comfortable being alone in just your presence.

You know he's always had a hard time expressing himself verbally, so he always made sure make subtle but noticeable changes to let you know instead.

"Hey! I just noticed your mask" you beam.

"huh? My mask?" Feitan looks touches his face slightly as if he didn't realize he had taken it off.

"You took it off" he turns his head "well with you feel no need to wear it" your face lights up "Really??" You lean forward into him, nose touching.

"Yes..anyways... got the front turn around"

"okay" "mmmm... there done" "wheeeww" you lay into him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"What are you doing?" He asks looking petrified from the sudden act of affection.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the way you just suddenly kissed me. What that about?" He blushed Slightly.

"Omg-you sadistic touched starved Levi Ackerman wannabe" you roll your eyes playfully with a smirk.

"Says the social outcast manga-reading no life Otaku who is in desperately need to touch grass" Feitan glares.

[Stranger things S4 spoiler ahead/flash back]

You give a small proud smile at how good he's gotten at calling people out.

you two first starting doing this on the day you watched season 4 of stranger things for the first time and one of your favorite characters 'Eddie Munson' died and you roasting the heck out of vecna and the bats to which feitan kept staring at you in awe.

"Why is treasure upset?" Feitan questioned peeking at your phone screen.

"This ugly arse grinch wannabe voldermort look alike weak ass villian who gets defeated by the power of 🌟friendship🌟 and godlike music taste has the nerve to kill off one of my favorite freaking characters in this entire show the upside down better have a court because I will be sueing." You explain all in one breath.

Feitan was at a loss for words he didn't know whether he was impressed or concerned.

"i- what?"

You forced a soft smile and said "nothing darling."

After that feitan asked how you came up with all of that on the spot you two started this little routine of basically calling out every bad or weird trait you don't like about each other.

Most of the time you two were joking, but sometimes it get serious and you two would take that time to realize and communicate the things you don't like or have problems with one another and what you'd like each other to understand and/or work on.

(#healthyrelationship)

[Flashback over]

You thread your fingers through his hair "I wanna cuddle you silly." And smile sweetly watching his face flush.

"huh? Cuddles why you need Cuddles?"he asks ask turning his head away from you, embarrassed.

"why not?" You shrug "I wanna hold you?"

You take a hold of his chin and gently turn his head back.

"Here" you pay your chest "lay down"

"You want me to lay on you" he stares at your chest.

You nod quickly.

"ah sure whatever" he let's you wrap your arms around him while he leans into your chest.

You stroke his hair softly hesitant not to pull on any knots worried his flight or fight(usually fight) senses might activate.

Feitan has never been used to physical affection...or....any affection, for that matter.

"Mmmmmm the way treasure hold me feel nice" he burys his face into your chest.

"why do you call me treasure?" You tilt your head a little in confusion, he's always called you that but you could never figure out why nor has he bothered ever telling you.

"Why I call you treasure? Well cause your treasure i stole." he says with a straight face, you can't help but burst out laughing.

"pfft- your so cringy I can't" feitan Looks up glaring at you obviously offended.

"ah I not cringy your cringy" he blurts.

"yeah yeah whatever you say" you kiss the top of his head and rub your head into it.

"Tch whatever" you squeeze him abit.

"tighter I like when you hold tighter"

"Oh is that so?" Your smirk and hug him tighter head still nuzzled in his hair.

You two rest quietly for a bit just enjoying each other's presence.................maybe a little too silent you look down at your chest to see feitan staring holes into your face.

"Like what you see" you grin mischievously

"What I'm not looking at you" feitan looks away quickly.

"Really? I could've sworn you were just staring at me like a hawk" you tease.

"I not staring." You just look at him.

"Okay i was but it not my fault your handsome" now it was your turn to look a away and blush.

You ruffle his hair in retaliation.

"Ehh why are you scratching mt hair?" He asks not exactly sure whether he liked that or not.

"Oh sorry does that feel weird" you pull your hand away from his hair."

"Mmmm no feel okay" he puts your hair back on, you smile.

"How was the mission?"

"mmm the mission? Eh it went fine we captured annoying kids."

"Kids?" You ask its not common for the phantomtroupe to have business with children.

"we thought they know chain user but they didn't" he grumbled.

"What did they look like?" You ask curiously.

"mmmm one had spiky green head and ugly outfit, other messy white hair and blue turtle-neck."

"His outfit ugly too?" You laugh.

"No he have good style, should help his friend."

You smile "they sound interesting."

"They were" feitan pokes your hand.

"The green kid beat nobunga in arm wrestle after a few trys of course."

"He beat shizuku first try."

"Oooo really" you found this intriguing.

"Mhm but she doesn't remember" he sighed.

"We think he's an enhancer" feitan adds laying his head back down.

"What about the chain user?" You question.

"We don't know, all I know is he pissed off Uvogin and in the prophecy chrollo talk about."

"Hmm" you pondered for a second 'who could this dude be...he must be somebody important to get have the phantomtroupe on there trail.

"Phinks also threw boulders at me" he throws in casually.

You freeze. "He...what?"

"Threw boulders at me"

"Why?"

"I called him a "girly girl."

You launch forward and start laughing hysterically "Plz- i-i mean...your n-not wrong-haha"

"I mean it not like he can fight me. Troupe members can not fight each other" feitan shrugs once more.

"He's also to weak to fight me." He mutters and you simply pat his head more trying to steady your breathing when a great idea came into your head.

"Yea your like 5'1 but can beat anybody arse(yes I'm British yes I typed this just to make fun of the fact this is how we pronounce ass)" you chuckle, feitan pouts.

"Damn right" he rolls his eyes amusingly.

Even the scary sadistic phantomtroupe members can't resist the fact your have a good sense of humor.

"Oh almost forgot. I found you something."

You raise an eyebrow intrigued "hm?"

"It's here" he pulled out a box, you look over his shoulder do see it.

"What's inside?" You ask studying the box seeing if they're were any hints to the contents inside.

"Open it and find out idiot"

"Okay okay no need to get grumpy" you open pat his head and reached over to take the box from the dresser.

"Aww are you the one who packaged this up so nicely for me?" You cooed teasingly.

He blushed pushing you away.

"Of course not it Shalnark he said 'it will feel more meaningful if you package it very nicely for him here give it to me I'll help'"

He rolled his eyes once more and you smile.

"Tell Shalnark I said thank you and that's

"it really does feel meaningful" you say as you caresses the (f/c) lace.

Feitan takes notice of this and frowns, now upset he wasn't the one to make you smile so sweetly.

"I can do better than that" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

You turn to look at him "oh is that so?" You ask smirking.

"Yeah I'll dress my box up better than him next time"

You admittedly laugh at the way he said 'dress the box up' as if it was going on a date but grin fondly at the way he was now willing to Decorate his present to make you happier.

You gently unwrap the (f/c) lace letting the smooth silky ribbon like material softly fall between your fingers, trying not to go too fast and enjoy the present your significant other got you for you to the fullest.

Once the the box what undone you slowly peak Inside to see (insert something you want or have wanted for a really long time) You grin from ear to ear slowly turning back to face your boyfriend.

At first he looked abit nervous but once he saw the happy grin on your face all his nerves admittedly eased.

"You look at it last time we left so I got you it." He explained and retracting eye contact out, embarrassed for the way you were staring at him.

"Apprantly it a rare item." He continued to ramble.

"How did you get it" Y/N questioned. To which he boyfriend simply gave him deadpanned expression.

"How you think?" He answered.

"From the auction?"

"Yes it was rare. But not what we needed so boss let me take for you"

You smiled at his boyfriends attentiveness, it warmed his heart that feitan remembered something so small for him.

You walked moving closer to him when he wasn't looking and took his distraction as a chance to inflict a quick act of affection on him.

*kiss*

Feitan flinched at the sudden action.

"D-dont kiss me so suddenly" feitan studderd.

"I can't kiss you" You tilted your head and pouted teasingly.

"you can but just.... Give warning next time."

Next time.

A reminder that his boyfriend still planned to be with him in the see able future your face softens at this fact.

You couldn't help but notice the soft tint of red on his loves pale cheeks.

"Your blushing" he smirked.

"I'm not" he looked away pulling up his face mask.

You just smiled. "Awww your embarrassed you even pulled your mask backup. I'm sorry darling".

"Shut up" he rolled his eyes, still blushing.

"No wonder maki like you" You giggled.

"You should join Phantom troupe" he brings his eyes back to yours.

Caught of guard you ask.

"H-huh? Why"

"Well I mean your strong and capable of not dieing and if treasure dies, I'll kill him"

You giggle nervously.

"But you won't die..... And if you join well be able to hang out more" he mutters that lady part but speaks up enough for you to hear.

You can feel the corners of your lips curling up into a soft, gentle smile.

"Give me your hand" he says abruptly but you comply and hand him your hands.

You two sit quietly while feitan plays with your fingers enjoying simply each other's company, before he breaks the silence saying.

"Your fingers are (long/short/stubby) and pretty, Your knuckles are smooth too"

"Is that so" you chuckle.

"It is, I like your hands" he replies.

Another period of silence goes by.

You yawn "*insert: however the heck you type a yawn* I'm tired mind of I remove my hand to go to sleep". You ask voice soft.

"No stay" he mumbles.

"How about you sleep with me?"

He looks at you surprised

"Sleep with you?"

"Yeah we haven't don't that yet have we? So let's do it, I wanna sleep with you" you give him a serene smile hoping that would persuade him into falling into your arms.

And it did.

"Okay"

You wrap your warms around him a pull him into your chest.

He let's himself melt into your touch.

"Mmmm" He groans as if a weight as been lifted off him.

"I'm not letting you go now" he mummers while playing your hair(if your bald he's rubbing your scalp)

"Hm good" you reply

You two lay in each others arms, him bathing In his lovers scent wanting nothing more than to stay in your arms.

"Treasure" he whispers

"Yes love"

"I love you" you heart jumps at the sudden confession.

Although you and feitan have been dating for a considerable amount of time already, and you knew he loved you just as much and maybe even more than you loved him.

Him verbally saying I love you was quite a rare occurrence, he expressed his love in other ways.

You snuggle your face into his hair hoping he couldn't hear how fast your heart was beating.

"I love you too" you whisper back.

he holds you tighter.

A/N: THANK YOU FOR READING AND MAKING IT TO THE END. IT'D HIGHLY APPRECIATED:)

Somebody requested this but asked that I didn't reveal there request thing so... Uh this if for you and whoever else would like to read also if like half of this is relatively good and the other was the most terrible thing you have ever laid your eyes upon in the entirety of your existence. It's because I went through so many stages writing this it's concerning.

thank you for requesting this was fun to write. Btw I tried to include feitans speech impediment I'm this so no the 'typos' aren't a mistake lol

[duskamethyst]

broken reverie.

a/n: he’s not wearing glasses in this one.

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut, nsfw, college AU

warnings: taboo rs, slapping, spanking, choking, face fucking, brat taming (kind of), slight degradation, creampie, age gap (nanami reaching 40)

pairing: professor!nanami x f!reader

summary: professor nanami calls you to his office to ‘talk’ about your terrible performance in his class.

maybe you went too far.

or else you wouldn’t have ended up in his office. 

but is this the outcome you coveted? yes.

the door creaks behind you before it closes again as you sit and wait in front of the big wooden desk. you were kind of excited when he told you to come and see him at his office earlier but now you’re having a whirlwind of emotions making your stomach churn and you don’t dare to look around to face him– even though he’s going to be sitting in front of you in a moment.

his shoes clack against the floor as he strides and sits on his chair. the air in the room feels dense when the male doesn’t say anything; as if you’re not in his presence to begin with.

he looks exasperated. a long, deep breath is emitted through his nostrils as he loosens up his tie from the collar. you only gawk at him in awe as he does so, but quickly snap out when he finally shifts his gaze at you. 

“so, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he finally breaks the silence. the deep, husky tone of his voice fills your ear and you hope he doesn’t notice your thighs press against each other almost immediately.

“tell you.. what?” you mentally slap yourself. you’re clearly aware of what he’s insinuating but you’re suddenly lost for words. there’s a huge difference between seeing him in class and being alone together with him. it’s even more nerve wrecking than you imagined and oh god, is his ac broken? because it suddenly feels hot.

nanami raises a brow, evidently unamused. “i had the courtesy to make time for you when i should be having brunch now so i don’t appreciate you playing coy.” 

you gulp audibly, “i’m sorry, sir.”

“if it’s not clear to you yet, i’m talking about your grades.” he opens the drawer under his desk and pulls out a pile of paper before slamming it in front of you. you blink in surprise and flip through the pages, though you know you don’t need to see it when you already know what lies on them. there are a lot of red circles on the papers, namely yours, with huge unpleasant numbers on the corner ranging from 12% to 25%. 

then he takes out another file which you realize as your student record throughout your semester and the subjects you currently take. 

“i find it odd that you scored well for your other courses.” he skims through the pages. “you certainly didn’t cheat, i can tell.”

“no, of course not.”

“then, what’s the problem here?” his tired eyes bore into you as he waits for you to answer or come up with whatever excuse.

“well, i–” 

“you’re doing it on purpose.” he snaps.

it’s as if time comes to a stop. your cheeks heat up with humiliation and you can’t bring yourself to continue to look at him in the eyes. although you’re aware that your silence means compliance, you’re still jumbling up words in your head to deny his assumption. 

“are you going to tell me i’m wrong?” 

“yes– i-i mean–” you stammer.

“then enlighten me.” he glances at the branded watch donned on his left wrist. “we have time.”

you shake your head, “i have another class soon.”

“skip it.” he quickly retorts. “i’m sure you have no problems with that. your grades are doing well for that one, but certainly not mine.”

sweat starts to form on your palms as you look down on your thighs, purposely avoiding his eyes that hold nothing but so much intensity. you’re weighing between two options; to keep on bluffing or come clean. you don’t think that nanami would let you get off the hook if you keep on lying and you’d definitely be bombarded with more questions, yet the outcome of the latter would be so embarrassing and you don’t know if you can live it down for the rest of the semester.

you’ve fantasized about being alone with him but.. not particularly this way. 

gathering courage and taking a deep breath, you decide it’s best to just tell him the truth.

“you’re right,” you feel your ears burning, hands clammy. “i purposely failed your class.”

lifting up your head, you see the male grinning lopsidedly in his seat. maybe he’s pleased that you’re not wasting his time anymore, you’re not sure, he’s not easy to read.

“wasn’t that easy?” he folds his arms in front of his chest. “i have my own speculation but i wanna hear why you did it.”

“um,” you look down to your hands again, also half wondering what kind of bold assumption he has in mind. “i was dared by my friend.”

“wrong,” he scoffs. “and look at me while you’re talking.”

you sigh defeatedly and nervously fix your gaze. if you’ve learned one thing now, it’s that your professor doesn’t have tolerance for bullshit and he knows one when he hears one.

“i-i did it for.. attention.” 

“my attention?” he emphasizes, maintaining his stoic persona to mask his amusement of finding out that his speculation turns out to be indeed true.

you purse your lips in a thin line, nodding your head quietly. nanami remains to stare at you as he ponders in silence. you can hear your heart beating rapidly in your ears and you want to break eye contact so badly but you’re certain it wouldn’t be wise. 

“all that, just for a crumb of my attention?” he spits with a hint of venom in his voice. “are you happy with what you did?”

well, you’ve imagined him punishing you on his desk, fuck you raw or spank you with his belt until your ass turns red– not some serious interrogation.

“no, sir.” 

nanami props his elbows on the table, hands clasped under his chin to keep his head up. the air around him becomes even more threatening but it somehow manages you to feel even more aroused, making your toes curl in your shoes. you definitely need to get out soon.

“you know, if i have even one student failing my class, i could get into trouble and be questioned for my performance.” he starts. “to have you doing that for your own selfish incentive is unacceptable, don’t you think?”

“i’m sorry.” you mumble with meek.

“besides that, you might have to retake this course again for your next semester and it’ll waste your time– or..?”

you stay silent to let him continue.

“or you were intending to be in my class again so you can see me?” 

“y-yes.” you bashfully admit after one silent moment, knowing that lying will take you nowhere. “i’m sorry, sir.”

nanami chuckles, finding your naivety to be rather entertaining. never has he ever met a student like you, outwardly expressing their interest in him by failing their paper. he’s not too sure what you’re trying to get out of him but maybe he can put one and one together. it’s pretty common that younger women have an attraction to older men like him and your classmates are.. well, not exactly the best looking either. 

“are you?” he smirks cynically. “do you have any idea how many students i have to monitor? how tiring my job can be?”

“yes. it was inconsiderate of me. i’m sor–”

“show me.” nanami cuts you off and leans back on his chair. maybe he can push you a little bit, he thinks. you owe him this anyway.

you blink, perplexed. “what?”

“you kept saying sorry.” he undoes two of the buttons on his blue dress shirt and spreads his legs apart. “talk is cheap. show me.” 

you do a double take as he taps his thigh and waits for you to come over. you have the faintest idea of what he’s implying but your body freezes and your brain short-circuits as if paralyzed.

“you chose to lie again? you’re not really sorry, are you?” 

“no, no! that’s not it. i just..” 

an ongoing battle takes place in your mind– sure that this is a part of your deepest, darkest fantasy yet you’re just baffled over how quick nanami catches on to it. now that your debaucherous dream has become a vivid reality, you don’t know which is the right step to take. 

“but if not now, when?” a soft voice in your head whispers. if desire could embody a voice, you think this is it. gentle, yet seductive as if it attempts to give you a push to pluck and have a taste of the forbidden fruit. 

“how much longer do you have to touch yourself to the thoughts of your professor before you go to bed?”

“although this could be a one time thing, at least you’d know how it feels like.” 

you slowly get up from your seat and make your way towards him. nanami’s eyes trail up at you, down to the floor then back up at you; gesturing you to get on your knees.

you settle between his thick thighs and look up at him timidly through your lashes before you bring your hands to undo his belt.

“no hands.” he quickly demands. 

you lick your lips as you figure the structure of the belt and how you’re going to take it off without the aid of your hands. the taste of cold metal and leather instantly invades your palate as you feebly use your teeth to tug the front loop of his belt. your head shifts awkwardly side to side until you finally get to catch the buckle between your teeth, pulling it hard before the belt soon unfastens.

nanami only observes you indifferently from above, yet the large tent in front of you doesn’t conceal the excitement he currently possesses. 

you take a deep breath before you continue on succeeding your quest. you twist your neck as you find and tug on the fabric loop that holds the button.

“i know you’re a smart girl.” he praises as he rests his hand on top of your head while you struggle to lift up the zipper with your tongue and grasp it between your teeth. the simple praise inflates your confidence and you become more eager to complete your task so you can claim your awaiting prize.

with valiantness, you finally lock eyes with him as you pull down his zipper completely to reveal the huge bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs and the tip slightly poking out from the top. 

“hm? you still have to take it out, no?” he smirks as he notices you gape at the outline of his cock. 

you quickly pull yourself together and lean back up to the stretchy band on his waist. he hisses when he feels your tongue purposely graze against the flushed tip before you pull down the briefs by force to reveal the one thing you’ve been desiring for so long. 

you press your thighs together as a dull ache forms in your core from the sight of his thick cock standing proudly in front of you. it’s nothing like you’ve ever imagined– it’s better and you’ve finally found it worth going through all that trouble of failing his class (and using your mouth to take off his pants).

“this is what you want, isn’t it?” he sneers, titling up your chin with his fingers, brushing your lips with his thumb and pulling the bottom lip apart so he can see a row of teeth.

“y-yes, sir.” you gulp and breathe as you wait for his next command. 

nanami’s lips tug into a conceited smirk, “suck.” 

leaning down your head to the base, you flatten your tongue underneath the shaft and slowly drag upwards in favor of reveling the veins on his hard cock. nanami lets out a sigh of content when he feels your tongue licking his tip and his hand tugs on your locks by reflex. you look at him as you wrap your lips around the tip, slobbering the tip with your saliva and his precum.

“fuck.” he curses under his breath and his head falls back when the warmth of your mouth finally engulfs his throbbing cock as you take most of the length inside your mouth.

you hollow your cheeks together, head bobbing up and down as you struggle to take more of his cock that you nearly choke whenever the tip hits the back of your throat, but the hand on top of your head grabs a fistful of your hair and he pushes your head down to sink all his length inside your mouth deeper. when you want to pull away, he only holds you in place and remains his cock down your throat. 

“through your nose.” he mutters. tears start to well in your eyes while your saliva just trickles down to his balls as he screws his eyes shut and relishes in the pleasure that washes throughout his body. “i needed this so bad, you know?” 

your whines only give him more stimulation and his hips jerk in response, “just wouldn’t think that a student– fuck– out of all people would choke on my dick.” he lets out a sardonic chuckle as if something just crossed his mind. “it’s wrong, but that’s what makes it feel so good, isn’t it?” 

nanami keeps you in the position as he ruts his hips slowly into your throat. his eyes are closed in concentration and his lips part slightly in fast and short pants. you work on your gag reflex as you let him fuck your mouth, enduring the sharp sting on your scalp when he tugs your hair harder– at least you know you’re making him feel good.

“if i cum in your mouth, you’d gladly swallow, won’t you?” 

you can feel his cock twitching when you let out a choke of assent from your throat but you splutter as soon as nanami abruptly pulls away his cock because of a sudden knock on the door that startles the both of you.

“get under the desk.” he urges and you quickly crawl to hide while he coughs and inches closer to his desk. “come in.”

you hear the door open followed by echoes of footsteps before it comes to a halt in front of his desk.

“didn’t i tell you to contact me before seeing me?” his voice is laced with irritation yet collected as he speaks. you can imagine the agitated look on his face, thinking it would be only natural for anyone to assume that he’s already having a bad day. and to them, interrupting the peak of his orgasm is most definitely not it. 

without a second thought, you take back his dick inside your mouth. a spur of triumph swells in your chest when you feel his body jolts in surprise. you think it’s only fair since he has choked you with his cock and what perfect timing to carry out your petty vengeance when the man is busy advising his student. 

however, nanami shifts on his seat to give you more access to take more length of his cock. he tries to stay composed as he feels your tongue gliding up and down his shaft but once the wet muscle prods against the slit, he emits an oddly sharp exhale. you can hear him almost stammering as he speaks and the way his tone changes to conceal the squelching sounds you elicit from underneath the table as you please his cock with zeal.

“so, i want you to fix the mistake and hmm..,” his hands ball into fists on the table as he takes a deep breath. “show me in class tomorrow.”

“sure. uh, are you okay, sir?” you hear the voice say. “you don’t look well.”

his eye twitches when your tongue wraps around his balls, taking one inside your mouth to suck harshly.

“yeah, fine.” he clears his throat. “thanks for asking.”

nanami only watches as his student turns to walk towards the door until the door closes behind him. once he’s sure that the student has left the door, he finally leans back on his chair in relief. 

“fuck.” he groans, glancing down at you as you look up at him innocently with doe eyes and your swollen lips wrapped prettily around his balls. yet, he looks dissatisfied more than anything. 

nanami grabs your arm and drags you out from under his desk until you’re on your feet, “i never took you as a fucking brat.” he lifts up your skirt and bites back a groan once he sees the damp patch on your panties. “did you touch yourself?”

you hum a ‘mhm’, feigning guiltlessness as he grazes his fingers on your inner thighs. 

“you’re just asking for me to touch you here, hm?” shivers run up your spine when his thumb ghosts over your wet slit and up to your clit.

“y-yes.” your breath hitches.

“begging for me to push your head on the table and ram my cock inside you?” he muses, pressing on your clit as he watches you squirm. “is that what you want?”

“please–” you roll your hips slightly to soothe the ache on his thumb but a hand comes down harshly on your ass, gesturing for you to stop in a fierce manner.

nanami chuckles mockingly, “well, that’s what exactly you’re not going to get.”

a whine elicits from your lips when he draws back his hands to his thighs and you glance at his dick; still throbbing and leaking precum from the florid tip. well, at least he hasn’t put it back inside his pants, so you still have a chance.

“come on. you haven’t shown me how much you’re sorry.”

with your inhibitions already flew out of the window, you stand in between his thighs, hoist the skirt to your waist and tug your panties to the side before squatting down to smear your slick on his dick. sparks of arousal swim through you as you grind your clit on the tip before you sink down, gasping as his thick cock stretches your cunt and down until you’re filled to the brim.

you glance at the male expectantly, waiting for him to move but he raises a questioning brow at you, “if you want something, work for it.”

not exactly what you sought for, but it should suffice. you begin to gyrate your hips slowly, adjusting to his size before you can pick up the pace. you fight the urge to hold onto him for leverage, in fear he wouldn’t appreciate the crumple on his expensive dress shirt later.

as you become more delirious, you start to hump his cock vigorously, whining like a bitch in heat as you feel every vein and ridges on his cock brushing deliciously against your walls. nanami lifts the hem of your shirt and brings it up to your mouth and you quickly catch it between your teeth. 

“the door isn’t locked, you know.” he muses, staring at your bouncing tits with half lidded eyes; mesmerized and thick with lust. “what’s going to happen if someone comes in and sees you bouncing on her professor’s cock like a little whore?”

a low, guttural sound rips from his throat when he feels your walls clenching around him in response.

“you’d like that, don’t you?” he smirks, tugging your bra down slightly and brushes his thumb against the erected nipple, making you mewl through the fabric in your mouth.

“you know you’re not supposed to do this but,” he brings up his thumb to caress your cheek. “you’re just so eager to please me, aren’t you?”

you sniffle in response, hands clutching on his solid thighs as you melt into his soft gaze before it’s gone in an instant.

“but i don’t like brats.” he sneers, drawing his hand away to slap your breast. “i don’t like people making my job harder. are you a brat?”

you shake your head, he slaps again.

“you act like one. stop lying.”

nanami tugs down the shirt from your mouth, a part of the fabric already drenched with your drool. his large hand circles around your throat while the other grips your hip firmly to roll your hip even faster on his dick. 

“oh– feels good–!” you moan wantonly, eyes rolling back as you let him control your body and assert his dominance over you.

“fuck it does.” he presses your throat tighter on the sides, restricting air from entering your lungs but your walls squeeze harder in retaliation. 

“bratty little bitch. clamping down on me like that.” he grits out and slaps across your face. what seems to be a rather harsh form of treatment, the pleasure filled sting and the lack of oxygen only fuel your arousal that you don’t even notice the way you hump on his cock has become more rapturous.

“getting off to this?” nanami slaps your other cheek before he lets go of his grip around your neck and you’re finally able to breathe air again. yet, he doesn’t spare you time to gather yourself before he promptly lifts up your hips and starts to pound inside your cunt relentlessly. 

the position causes you to tip to the front and you immediately hold on to him; face burying on the crook of his neck while his cologne fills your senses and sends you into a state of frenzy. 

“you like me using your tight cunt like that?” nanami grabs your ass for leverage, the angle allows him to fuck you so deep that you’re able to feel his cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

“y-yes–!” you cry, the pressure in your stomach building up as you inch closer to an orgasm.

“like it when i use you to take out my frustrations?” he spanks the meaty flesh; walls clenching tighter on his fat cock and more slick dripping down his balls. “you just want to be my little cocksleeve, don’t you?”

“yesyesyes– please–!” your body starts to tremble above him. “w-wanna cum–”

“then fucking cum.” nanami rams into your cunny faster, abusing the spongy walls until the pressure snaps and tips you over the edge. you moan breathlessly into his neck, while your pussy gushes and creams around his cock. 

“that’s a good girl,” he fucks you through your high, grunting and panting as he pushes through the pulsing walls in order to chase his high. “and good girls get rewarded, right?”

you hum in agreement, still dazed and swimming in ecstasy as you gawk at him with heavy lidded eyes; the sweat glistening his forehead and sharp eyes focusing on where your bodies join. 

“then you’re gonna get some huge load in this pretty pussy.” his pace begins to stutter, nails digging deeper into your skin before his cock twitches and his hips freeze as he paints your insides white with cum.

both exhausted bodies rest against each other, chests heaving as you and nanami take time to regain composure and come down from your highs. he lifts you up slightly to take out his spent cock and he tugs back your panties in place, not minding the cum that dribbles from your quivering hole. 

your legs tremble once you get off of him that you have to force yourself to find your footing as you fix your skirt while the older male pulls back his pants in place. 

“do your best for your next papers, no more of that bullshit.” he fastens his buttons and straightens his tie before raising his hands to brush against his sleek, light brown hair that’s mixed with a few strands of grey. “but if you have any problems, just come and see me in my office.”

nanami falls quiet for a brief second to contemplate and you straighten your back when you once again meet his icy gaze, “after hours.”

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