#damn i need to post my art more often i never do i feel like

[krash-and-co]

she’s the worst i miss her so much

[daincrediblegg]

no you know what I'm going to scream about the stuff I talked about in the tags of this post publicly

I'm tired of the well-meaning "don't feel bad if your work only gets 20 notes your genius is what counts and do it for you!" bullshit. I've had a good handful of friends who have straight up DEACTIVATED in recent months because their work was not getting reblogged AT ALL. No, it wasn't from lack of not being well-liked, no it wasn't from lack of trying to make sure it was getting out there to the people they knew would engage with it. It was because no matter how much they were praised privately for their work, when push came to shove, absolutely NOBODY reblogged it and gave it the audience that it was due, and I'm tired of people shoving the "unsung genius" narrative as an excuse for it. Nothing excuses that. And the boop event really proved that.

because I know given the opportunity, indiscriminately pressing a button (sometimes 10 thousand times, as I did) is not beyond this website's capability. y'all loved doing that. and look at what it wrought. nothing but love and affection and happiness. just from a couple of quick clicks of a little paw button. sure. nobody knew who you booped but the other person (which is how likes used to work on this website, btw). there was an element of anonymity to it. but that is kind of the core of this website that no other social media platform still has: the ability to be anonymous. and hyper-curating a blog on here like you might on twitter or instagram to project an image is simply not viable. and hey. you wanna know a secret: literally nobody cares what you post or whether it goes with the "theme" of your blog or not. yeah. I know. CRAZY concept in this day and age. but literally. I myself have reblogged things that have had nothing to do with whatever I am currently fixated by and you know what happened to my follower count? not a damn thing. in fact, I actively try to reblog things specifically BECAUSE it's my friends who made them (even though I'm not always good at KEEPING UP WITH HOW MUCH THEY POST @prismatica-the-strange will NEVER GO UNRECOGNIZED by me).

And you know what fucking sucks? I have to deal with this too. surprise right? you ever wonder why I reblog fics or art I post like 20 times the day that I post them? do you ever wonder why I ask about tag lists and beg for asks all the time? IT'S BECAUSE EVEN I GET LIKE. 5 LIKES ON THE THINGS I POST. AND THE REST OF THE REBLOGS ARE MINE SO I CAN MAKE SURE THAT PEOPLE WHO WANT TO SEE WHAT I MAKE GET TO SEE IT. and I say that knowing that I'm certainly not an unpopular blog, or an unpopular writer. I know that people love the stories that I create. Hell, half of the people that I've talked to about lady terror have told me that they consider her to be canon (AND EVEN SOME!! THOUGHT SHE WAS!!! WITHOUT EVEN HAVING WATCHED THE SHOW! WHICH IS STILL SO SO WILD TO ME!!!) But especially in the last 4 years (which really dates this phenomenon), my posts, no matter how well received they've been amongst people I've talked to about them directly, I still go into the notes and at least half (often more than half) are MY reblogs to make sure people saw what I posted. and it happens every single time, and I can't tell you how much it crushes me considering that it used to be that I would be able to post it only once, and people would reblog it sometimes even HUNDREDS of times.

It's not about popularity. it never has been. it's not about anxiety. or shifting website cultures. even if you lurk, the simple fact is, that if you want people to keep making what you love. you have to reblog. your theme won't suffer because you reblogged a fanfiction that you really admire. your posting won't be ruined because you reblogged some fanart from someone in a different fandom. really. I promise. and if people do unfollow you for that? who needs em. followers come and go but you should NEVER have to cater to them. on this website it has ALWAYS been the other way around. lean into it. make it yours. put stuff you ACTUALLY WANT to be seen and that you love and appreciate on your blog. no matter how old it is, how new it is, no matter how niche or off-theme it is.

so please. if you really want to show your appreciation for someone's work? you reblog. it's really as easy as that. check the tags. add some when you reblog if you like. but please for the love of god reblog. it's as easy as booping and even more rewarding for the people who you reblog from. if you want to let someone know that their work is genius and appreciate it? show it. reblog. then DM them if you're too nervous to say what you want to say but not in a public forum. but for christ's sake. REBLOG.

[cupcakeslushie]

Where do you get the motivation to make the comics that you do hot damn

Aw, I just really love this fandom, and the show gave us so much to work with that unfortunately, we didn’t get to explore!

I do get kinda burned out sometimes. A pretty bad, 2 month art block finally feels like it’s starting to pass…

Sometimes I get so tired, that I have nothing left in the idea well, and I’m just running in circles by pushing myself. When this happens, I’ll force myself to take a break—sometimes work on other creative endeavors, outside of tumblr. If I don’t step away, I can get stuck in this stupid perfectionist spiral, where nothing I make is satisfying anymore.

I think I’ve just learned over time, what’s a necessary growth road bump to be pushed through, and what’s actually my body, telling me it needs a breather.

But also seeing all the cool art/edits/writing/etc the fandom have done can often inspire me to get back to it! And a ton of motivation comes from reading tags/notes left on my posts or in my ask box! It’s always a nice thing to see—even if I’m creating the stuff that I, myself like seeing—it’s not as though that extra bit of positive feedback doesn’t factor into my motivation level! I’d still create stuff, but probably not nearly as quickly, or as much, before moving onto another interest.

I think the fact that I’ve remained motivated to stay creating in this fandom, speaks a lot to the quality of the show, and the fans. There’s of course some…less than polite ppl, that could treat creators with a bit more kindness (👁️👄👁️). But I’m very lucky in that, I’ve personally, never felt so welcome and included in a space. I luv my buds in the discord Council, who are all constantly bouncing ideas off each other, and hype-man-ing it up. And so many creators whom I respect, will send positive feedback my way. I’ve never had all that before, as a chronic lurker in other fandoms. It’s all just having too much fun to stop!

[libraryofantiquitea]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x civilian female reader

summary: jake visits you at the gallery where you work after he's done training for the day. it becomes very apparent that you've both caught feelings.

warnings: explicit, minors do not interact! oh look, it's smut again! but this time there is [drumroll] some plot! unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), jake being turned on by his own callsign.

word count: 5.1k

author's notes: no beta, we die like goose. mainly because i didn't want to subject anyone to how long this part is!

i hadn't intended for this to become a series, but this is the third part in august slipped away.

previous: pt. i | tell me my name pt. ii | tokyo summer

likes / comments / reblogs are very much appreciated! thank you for reading! ♥

There was a small art gallery just outside of Miramar; if you wanted to wander around for hours you’d need to make your way into the city proper to go to the San Diego Museum of Art, but if you just wanted to browse some more local art and perhaps purchase a painting or piece of artwork, Evergreen Brush was there for all of your artsy needs.

And that was where you worked as a curator, helping select the pieces and artists that you featured, and turning on your charm to sell artwork to sailors and aviators who might not know the first thing about artwork but wanted a little piece of San Diego to bring home with them.

Jake had texted you early in the morning, he was training pretty much all day but would come and pick you up after you closed the gallery and take you out. For what, he didn’t say, but you didn’t really give a damn where you went, you just wanted to spend time with him.

You had just flipped the sign on the door over to CLOSED for the evening as the familiar sound of fighter jets passed overhead, and you idly wondered if Jake was in one of them.

Fidgeting with some of the everyday rings you wore on your fingers, you wandered further into the gallery to do your “end of day” tasks. It had been a few weeks since you’d met Jake at The Hard Deck, a few weeks since you’d begun this situationship with him. You had promised yourself a very long time ago that you’d never get involved with another military man, but then had realized that if you were going to live in Fightertown that you really didn’t have much of a choice if you wanted to date ever again.

Jake was the type you should’ve run away from, but you had been powerless then to say no to his invitation out for a drink. He was definitely the type you’d normally go out with once, bring back to your home for the night, and that would be that. But there was something incredibly disarming about him that you hadn’t anticipated, a wall that he knocked down everytime you were in his presence.

You got the feeling that wasn’t something that he did often, and wondered what made you so special.

That first night, Jake had told you that he didn’t know how long he would be around. He couldn’t tell you much about what he was doing, it was very hush hush, but you got the impression that the mission was perilous enough that he might not return. And even if he did, this wasn’t where he would be posted long term. Whenever he left that would be it.

You’d had relationships, flings, with expiration dates before, but this was different. With the unknown “best before” date looming over your head, you tried your hardest not to catch feelings. It was fucking impossible with the likes of Jake Seresin.

Sighing, setting some invoices down on the counter, you raised your head and looked across the room to a series of abstract paintings, hoping they would put your mind at ease, quell the noise that would just not shut up.

There was no future with Jake, so it was best to just have a good time while you had him.

Convincing yourself of that was easier said than done.

In the employee lounge, the owner kept all kinds of liquor. Wine, whiskey, beer, anything a customer making a big purchase, an artist making a big sale, or a stressed out curator might crave. You made your way back there and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, knowing that it was Jake’s favourite. You didn’t know if he’d want to stick around, or what manner of plans he had for you both when he inevitably arrived, but there was no way you were going to have a drink and not offer him some.

-

You were just wrapping up recording sales for the day when there was a knock on the door. Glass of whiskey lifted halfway to your lips,  you looked over to see Jake at the front door, hands in his pockets, smiling broadly when you made eye contact.

You giggled, feeling like a teenager being picked up for a school dance.

Somehow you managed to keep yourself from running to the door, though you moved as quickly as your feet and self respect could take you. From the other side of the door, Jake held your gaze as you unlocked it, before swinging it open and allowing him access.

“Hey darlin’,” he said brightly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close for a kiss.

“Hey,” you murmured, returning his kiss and draping your arms over his shoulder. “Gimmie a sec and I’ll lock the door.”

You mournfully pulled yourself from Jake’s embrace and moved to lock the door, while he stepped further into the gallery. “I never knew this place existed until you told me about it,” he said, looking around at some of the paintings.

“I don’t think it’s in the pamphlets they give you when you arrive at TOPGUN about sights to see while you’re here,” you teased, locking up and turning around. “I found a bottle of whiskey in the break room. Would you like some?”

“Baby girl,” Jake said, tilting his head slightly and raising his eyebrows as he turned to look at you. “C’mon.”

You grinned so brightly that your face hurt, and you walked over to the counter to pour a glass for Jake and another one for yourself. 

“Very different work environment from mine,” Jake teased, taking a glass and then clinking it against yours. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you repeated, watching him for a moment before taking a sip from your glass.

You couldn’t stop watching him; the way his Adam's apple bobbed as the alcohol slid down his throat, the way his green eyes practically twinkled in the low light, the closeness of him when he truly did not have to be that close at all.

It had been a few days since you’d seen him, and all you could think about was the last time you had seen him. Your face felt warm, and whether it was from Jake’s presence or the liquor you would never truly know.

“I just need to finish some paperwork, and then I’m all yours for the night,” you said, shuffling some papers and clearing your throat. More for your own benefit than Jake’s. “Feel free to have a browse.”

Jake smiled at you, before slowly pacing over to the wall of paintings. “I think I will, darlin’.”

Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to look down to finish what you had been working on, even if your eyes wanted to follow Jake through the gallery, watch the way his hand clutched at the glass of whiskey, the broad span of his shoulders, his perfect ass.

You told yourself the sooner you got done with paperwork, the sooner your hands could busy themselves with something else.

It was just as you were finishing up that you heard Jake say, “Could you tell me more about this one?”

Smiling, you moved from behind the counter, grabbing your drink along the way and sauntering over to where Jake was standing. When you realized exactly which painting he was talking about, something in your stomach began to flutter.

It was one of yours.

“Well,” you began, as you stood next to Jake, “this is a contemporary figurative painting. The artist specializes in the genres of portraiture and landscape. But, with this painting she has found a way to … sort of combine the two.” You looked out the corner of your eye to observe Jake, to find that he was hanging on your every word, and seemed genuinely interested. “The landscape in question is the artist’s own body.”

“Hmm,” Jake hummed, before looking closely. “She’s laying down, right? The curves of her body look like rolling hills.”

“That was precisely her intent,” you continued, looking over at Jake. “She isn’t always her body’s biggest fan, and society as a whole still has a problem with bodies that don’t fit the typical beauty standard. So, she is subverting their judgemental gaze by focusing on just a small part of her body, at an angle that most people would not see her in.”

Jake inhaled sharply, as if processing, and you briefly wondered if you’d made yourself too vulnerable, put too much on the table. Of course you and Jake had enjoyed some deeper discussions since meeting, and you’d talked about your art with him, but this was different than all of that. This was opening up in a way that you didn’t with even people you’d known for quite a long time. He’d be right to be put off by it.

“I think it’s stunning,” Jake said quietly, before polishing off what remained of his whiskey and then letting his arm hang loosely at his side, holding the glass by the rim. “And I’ve seen this body from this angle. It’s one of the most gorgeous and magnetic things I’ve ever seen.”

“Jake,” you whispered, shaking your head slightly. You were alternately touched and thought that he was putting on quite the show.

“What?” he asked, turning his attention from the painting to look over at you, eyebrow raised quizzically.

“You don’t have to flatter me so much,” you said, reaching for the empty glass and offering him a smile. “You already have me.”

“Darlin’,” Jake began, his voice dropping into that low register that drove you wild, “I’m not … saying that to try and butter you up. This is gorgeous.” He gestured to the painting. “I don’t know much about art, but I think I know what I like.” He paused, simply looking into your eyes for a moment. “I want to buy it.”

“Jake,” you began, biting at your bottom lip and shaking your head slightly. “C’mon. You don’t really want to buy a painting of my back curving into my ass. There are so many better paintings here. If you want some art I’d be happy to -”

“I’m not playing at something,” Jake insisted, brow furrowing as you turned toward the breakroom. He reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Hey. I like you. We wouldn’t be doing … this, if I didn’t. I like your art. I want to buy some.”

You’d whirled around, facing him, and swallowed hard. God, he was going to make you talk about all of this, wasn’t he?

“I can make you some art. Some better art. You don’t want that one,” you insisted. “Besides, it costs far too much money.”

“So give me a discount then,” Jake said, smiling at you. You set the empty glasses down on a nearby shelf. “I don’t understand. Why don’t you want me to have this?”

“Do you really want a painting of a part of my naked body?” you asked incredulously, raising your eyebrows. “I have so much better work than that. Something that will actually look nice hanging in your home. Something that people won’t ask you questions about.”

“Yes, I want a painting of a part of your naked body,” Jake insisted, reaching for your hand. “I really like your naked body. I really like you. Besides it would be nice to have something -”

“Don’t.”

“- to remember you.”

Even though you had desperately wanted to have this conversation, even though your heart threatened to beat out of the space behind your rib cage every time you thought of him, the last thing that you wanted to talk about was the after. Aside from a couple of slip ups, you’d generally done pretty well about ignoring the fact that this was all going to end.

Somehow, Jake acknowledging it made the whole thing real, and worse, stating that he wanted to remember you felt like a dagger to your heart.

“We agreed not to talk about it,” you said simply, trying to turn away from him, but he was still holding on tightly to your wrist.

Jake pulled you toward him, against his chest, and held you close. “I know,” he said, a kindness in his voice as he relinquished his hold on your wrist to brush your hair away from his face. “I know we did. But, as we’ve established, I like you, want to remember you after I leave. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Because we agreed that when this was over, whenever that might be, that we wouldn’t,” you said sternly, trying desperately to act like your heart wasn’t cracking open like a ship against the rocks. But in a good way. You didn’t want to hold back what you felt, but you did it because of what you’d both agreed to. “And now you’re trying to change the rules. That’s not fair.”

Jake pursed his lips together. “You’re right, it’s not.” You puffed your chest out, having felt like you’d won a little victory. “But I never said I was fair.” He held you a little closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “I like you. A lot. More than I was anticipating. I don’t want to act like you don’t mean anything to me. You do. I’m not going to forget you when this is over. How could I?”

“I don’t want to talk about the expiration date,” you murmured, a little breathless. Jake was leaning in closer to you, his nose bumping against yours. “We have right now. We’ll worry about later when we get there.”

It was easy enough to say. You had been worrying about later since yours and Jake’s first date, when he’d left your home and headed back to the base, while you had sat on the floor, his come dripping down your thighs.

You wouldn’t have changed what the two of you had for anything in the world. Even if it would inevitably be painful in a matter of weeks.

“Right now,” Jake murmured in agreement. God, he was so close. You tried to close the space between you and he pulled back a little, smirking at you with a flash of perfect, white teeth, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Fuck, you hated him in that moment. “I kind of want to bend you over something and fuck you.”

“Jake.”

“Dress hiked up over your hips,” he continued, his hands moving down along your sides before settling on your aforementioned hips.

“Jake,” you repeated, wrapping an arm around his neck and trying to haul him closer. He still wouldn’t kiss you, and you decided that you were done playing fair. With your free hand you reached down between Jake’s legs, and grabbed his stiffening cock through his pants.

“Fuck,” he growled, hips canting forward toward your touch.

“Hike my dress up over my hips then,” you breathed, squeezing him gently through his jeans, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “Raw me.”

He said nothing, and instead gave you that kiss that you had so been craving. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t gentle, and there was the very real possibility that your teeth knocking together would result in a trip to the dentist for one of you. But you didn’t care. It was so passionate, so incredibly raw, and you lived for the intensity that he put into every kiss that he bestowed upon your waiting and eager lips.

You found yourself crowded against a wall, between two contemporary impressionist paintings, and visions of your first time together flooded back in your mind. Not one to reminisce while in the process of being ravished, you turned your attention back to what was happening in the then and now, Jake’s teeth scraping along the column of your throat. You tangled a hand in his hair, loving the feeling of the soft tendrils wrapping around your fingers, where his hair was a little longer. 

During a moment of respite, where you both needed to come up for air, you held Jake’s gaze as you hiked your dress up slowly, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and shoving them down your legs. Jake didn’t tear his eyes away from yours, but you could tell from the shift in his breathing that he wanted to. Your underwear off, you relinquished your hold on the hem of your dress and reached forward, palming Jake’s hardening cock through his jeans.

“Do you want me, love?” you rasped, and only regretted calling him love a little bit. It was a term of endearment that you used with many people, but it seemed like such a loaded word with him.

“Yes,” he gasped, still rapt as he looked into your eyes, nodding his head slowly as you began to undo his belt.

“Do you want to split my pussy open on your thick cock?” you purred, pulling the belt from its loops and tossing it onto the floor.

Jake leaned forward slightly, bracing one hand against the wall, the other against your throat. You gasped, tipping your head back slightly as he applied just the slightest bit of pressure. “Yes,” he growled, that southern drawl making your cunt pulse around nothing, his thumb smoothing over the delicate skin along the column of your throat.

Your hands trembling, you shoved the waistband of his shorts down just enough to free him. Your hand circled around his length, stroking him slowly, and you marvelled at how wet he was already, how eager he was. Whenever you were together you never doubted how much he wanted you. It was always quite apparent.

The angle was all wrong - he had several inches on you height-wise. Jake dipped his head down, claiming your mouth in one final brutal kiss, before he reluctantly pulled himself away. You whimpered, but didn’t have long to look at him questioningly, or look at him at all. He grabbed you roughly and turned you around, slamming your front against the wall. Your hands automatically went out to brace yourself, and you let out a satisfied groan.

“Not too rough?” he asked you.

“No,” you replied breathlessly. “Fuckin’ perfect …”

The only downside was that you couldn’t see him, and you loved looking at him, his face, watching as every emotion he felt, everything he thought passed over his features. At least with you. You looked back over your shoulder to find him stroking himself, and you let out a low moan, wriggling against the wall in anticipation. He must’ve felt your eyes on him, because he looked up and regarded you for a moment before reaching for the hem of your dress and pushing it up over your hips, just as he said that he wanted to.

“God, look at you,” Jake rumbled.

You let out a soft noise that died on your lips when he drew his hand back and cracked it hard against your exposed ass. “Oh!” you cried, forehead dropping against the wall. “Holy shit …”

“Okay?” he asked with some trepidation.

You appreciated him asking, but it took you a few moments to find the words. “Yes,” you finally replied. “I’ll - you can do whatever you want to me. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Those had apparently been the magic words, because you heard him groan, heard the slick sound of his hand moving over his cock before he smacked your ass hard again. He hit you with such force that you felt your entire body jostle from it, could feel the ache that lingered between your legs permeating through your entire core. You pushed away from the wall, pushed back against him, cock moving between your cheeks.

“Oh my god,” he murmured, hips jerking forward, his hands settling on your hips. “Baby girl -”

“Jake, please,” you whined, wriggling against him. “Don’t - don’t make me wait.”

That was apparently the last thing that he wanted to do. One of his hands relinquished its hold on you, reaching between them to grab at the base of his cock. He shifted it so that it was nestled between your thighs, letting out a shuddering breath as it dragged against your clit, your lips.

“Fuck me,” you gasped desperately, reaching behind yourself and curling an arm around his neck, drawing them closer. His mouth immediately sought out your throat, and he nudged the collar of your jean jacket to the side with his fingers. “Hangman, give me your cock.”

You’d never called him by his callsign before, and he let out the most pathetic, devastatingly sexy sound you’d ever heard. 

He didn’t make you wait any longer, pressing his fingers along his length and guiding it into your wet and waiting cunt. You both gasped, relieved, and seemingly melted against one another as he began to press inside. Jake’s hands sought your breasts, squeezing them gently through the fabric of your dress, your bra, a low moan echoing off the walls of the art gallery as he sunk deeper inside of you.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he moaned as you pressed back against him. “Baby girl … oh my god.”

You, in that moment, felt so incredibly powerful. You felt used, like a plaything for little more than his pleasure. But the way that he filled you, worshipped your body with every touch, every kiss, every shift of his hips let you know the truth - you were cherished, you were ultimately the one in control. You could bend him to your every whim, and he would go willingly. 

You whined and gasped as he filled you, and when his hips met your ass and he couldn’t move any deeper inside of you, you made a small, frustrated sound. You would’ve gladly taken more of him if there were more to take - and he certainly wasn’t lacking.

Swaying your hips, you tipped your head back against his shoulder, your own hands settling over his, encouraging him to grab your breasts harder. “Hangman,” you murmured breathlessly. “Fuck me. Split me open, love.”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he moaned, peppering your face and throat with desperate, messy kisses.

“Why would I do that?” you asked with a breathless smile, turning your head slightly so that you could get one of those kisses on your lips. 

After taking a moment to get accustomed to the feeling of being inside you, of finding the position that made you cry out the most, Jake began to move. Slowly at first, but then in earnest, his hands coming to settle on your hips once more. He guided you along him as he moved, his hips snapping forward and meeting your ass again and again, the deliciously improper smacking sound filling the gallery.

Christ, how you wanted to see him.

“Jake,” you whimpered as he fucked you with abandon. “Love, I can’t - let me - I want to see you.”

He seemed only too happy to oblige, and though he reluctantly pulled out of you (you both let out mournful sounds), he quickly rectified it by manhandling you until you were facing him. Your eyes wide and startled, you barely had a moment to react, to adjust, before he was swooping in and kissing you, pushing you back against the wall. You lifted a leg, hooking it over his hip, and he groaned something against your mouth about you being so flexible, and you smiled. You ground your hips against him, and he bucked against you, growling as his tongue delved into your mouth.

“Put it - put it back in,” you whimpered, arching against him, draping your arms over his shoulders. The angle was still all wrong, and for the first time in a very long while you hated how short you were compared to him. “Jake,” you whined, frustrated, head thumping back against the wall.

You had no idea what had gotten into you that night, but you felt all manner of things all at once. You could scarcely remember a time when you had wanted anyone but Jake, despite the fact that he’d only come into your life a few weeks previous. Your heart ached from how strongly that you felt for him, and from the inevitable end of your relationship. You were so overjoyed, while simultaneously being absolutely gutted.

“Sweetheart,” Jake murmured, pressing his mouth along the curve of your jaw. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

One of his hands moved under the thigh of the leg you had up over his hip, while the other traced idle patterns on your other leg. You whimpered quietly, looking into his green eyes as he searched your face for a moment. You didn’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was you wanted to give it to him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, as if he’d never said it to you before. He had, that night of your first date, but your heart felt full from hearing it again.

“So are you,” you responded in kind, and Jake smiled and bit at his lip.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he murmured. “A little tighter than you already are.” You did as instructed, looking at him quizzically. “Hold on.”

You didn’t have the time to ask him what he was doing. He hooked his arm under the back of your knee against his hip, and then crouched down, doing the same with the other leg, hoisting you up off the floor. You let out a startled noise and held onto him tighter, your hand fisted the collar of his shirt in your hand.

“Jake,” you gasped.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing his face against your throat for a moment.

Jake pushed you back up against the wall, using that as leverage to hoist you a little higher. You untangled one of your arms from being wrapped around him and reached down between the two of you, grabbing his cock and guiding the tip inside of yourself. Gravity took care of the rest.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, eyebrows furrowing as you looked down to watch Jake’s cock slipping inside. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

At that point, Jake seemed to be beyond even four letter, single syllable words, and simply pressed his mouth against your throat, alternating between breathing harshly and moaning, delicious sounds coming from that you hadn’t been aware he was capable of making.

You wriggled, attempting to move yourself up and down along Jake’s cock, using his shoulders as leverage. You were able to move slightly, but mostly it was left up to gravity, and Jake’s arms lifting you. He was so strong, but you were sure that he couldn’t keep that up for long. Thankfully, the angle was fucking perfect and he wouldn’t have to.

“Jake,” you gasped, tangling one hand in his hair and tugging. He moved shallowly, the base of his shaft rubbing against your clit. You wouldn’t last. “Jake!”

He gasped your name in turn, tongue darting out to taste your skin, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. “I’m - I’m coming. Come with me. Sweetheart, please -”

You didn’t need to be asked twice, his pleas and the way he stretched you open, hit all of the sweetest spots inside you ensuring that you came tumbling along with him. Jake was inelegant as he came - grunting and gasping and twitching against you, and it only spurred your own orgasm on further, your entire body trembling with the force of it. It rocked you to your core so hard that when you closed your eyes for a moment you saw the brightest of stars.

Gingerly, you attempted to lower your legs, but your feet still didn’t touch the floor. You could feel his entire body quaking against you, and he crouched slightly to pull his cock out of you, ease you onto the floor, still breathing hard, still making soft sounds against your skin. He seemed reluctant to pull away from the warmth of your throat.

“Fuck,” you gasped, tipping your head back against the wall, your fingers gently scratching at his scalp. “Jake …”

You had said little else for several minutes. They seemed to be the best two words, at least for the moment. They were good words. They were undoubtedly your favourites.

Jake leaned his forehead against yours, and you traded ragged breaths as you attempted to regain any semblance of composure. You didn’t know how the rest of the evening was likely to shake out, but you hoped that it didn’t include being upright for any length of time, as you felt you were barely capable then of standing without assistance.

He pulled away from you, and you were about to tighten your grip on his hair, not wanting him to go anywhere, but he began to slowly sink to his knees. There was a question that died on your lips as he lifted the hem of your dress, which you took a hold of in your hands and hiked up over your thighs as you watched him. Hands settling on your thighs, Jake leaned in and licked the sensitive bundle of nerves at your center. You cried out, relinquishing your hold on your dress with at least one hand, which you tangled into his soft, mused hair once more.

Without a word, he tilted his head to the side and began to lick into you and it was through a haze that you realized that he was licking his own come out of you. 

You may have come again from the sheer knowledge of that alone.

“Oh,” you gasped, watching him intently. “Oh god. Fuckin’ ... Jake.”

He moaned against you like it was the sweetest thing that he’d ever tasted, his own release mixed with yours. And you didn't doubt for a moment that he thought just that. Jake ate your pussy like it was a goddamn honour.

“You … holy fuck,” you purred, fingers carding gently through his hair.

You spread your legs a little wider, Jake’s tongue probing your cunt, as if he didn’t want to lose a single drop. He was positively filthy, and looked so incredibly debauched on his knees in front of you, neck craned, brow furrowed in concentration. He opened his eyes to look up at you, and you shuddered under the heat and intensity of his gaze. When Jake deemed you sufficiently clean, he drew back, licking at his lips and smoothing a hand over his face, his eyes still locked with yours.

“I …” You found that you couldn’t speak, and instead let go of your dress, letting it tumble over your thighs. Your now free hand joined the other in Jake’s hair, the both of them sweeping down over his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “Wow.”

Jake chuckled, turning his head and pressing a kiss to one of your palms. “Yes, darlin’. Wow.”

/end.

[seokka0o]

• 中耒田悠真 / Your Fucking Cat!

Living in inner cities usually tend to be quieter, away from traffic, busy life. You've lived your whole life in that sleepy seaside town in Japan, where nothing tended to go out of the ordinary, where you lived your life normally as a student and part-time worker. But nothing that an atypical cat and his insufferable owner can't make everything hell in your life for the next month.

Contain: afab!reader // Enemies to lovers // slow burn // neighbor Yuma// Biker Yuma

Warnings: Cursing// making out/ eventual smut // fight // threats// mention of alcohol// minor do not interact // unprotected sex// oral// Yuma it's a little obsessed

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Author: it's a long time since my last post, I missed you guys a lot, I want to apologize for my dissappear and I hope you all enjoy this ♡ English it's not my first language so may have some grammatical errors, I'll read again later and proofread properly, also feedbacks are apreciate

I - The cat

You didn't hate cats in general, you've never been the type to hate animals, not least because you've had some throughout your life, even if at that specific moment you didn't have any. But that cat needed to look like it had a serious problem with you, almost personally, as if for some reason it had been trained in this kind of art. Your house was never a den or attraction for any type of animal, whether domestic or not, you had been living there for a few months since your parents moved, so everything still didn't seem to fit, even more so to raise a new pet.

you also started to want to learn new habits, after so many years of your life as a person who barely leaves the house, you began to understand that you should open the windows more during the day, to ventilate the house and not give you that feeling of abandonment constant you felt after your parents moved to another city. it sounded like a great idea anyway, you felt more motivated to study, even to do your homework and also to do housework more often.

It all started subtle, the first time you saw the white cat he was in your backyard, he was casually hunting some birds and the general problem was not him making your backyard a private bathroom, but the curiosity to know where the cat came from took on a great proportion when he learned to invade your house through the windowsill that faced the kitchen. The mess he starts to make trying to steal food and then finally the stage where he breaks into your room and starts stealing your things, including your makeup and socks, which you know you'll never see the pair again.

From there his mission began, to find this cat, where he lived and who he belonged to, so that he could end that problem once and for all, or at least find your lost objects. But it wasn't an easy task, the cat usually doesn't appear by default, most of the time he's always appearing, coming out of random rooms making you think that it could be some kind of hallucination. In the end, it was up to you to keep your eyes very sharp because you couldn't bear to lose your things to a mischievous animal.

Some neighbors mentioned some hypotheses when you occasionally mentioned the problem with this cat, saying that it was not common to have stray animals there and that even if it was the description of the animal, it implied that it was not there because it was looking for food or shelter of something, so it turned out that you couldn't get anywhere. that same week you didn't see him either, but even though he was attentive he seemed to understand that he was being watched, since he didn't even show any signs of life, because of that you ended up letting it go at that moment, you already had too many things to worry about.

II - Nakakita

you spent the whole morning on a process, in addition to your ordinary activities you had this damn plan that you spent the entire last morning replanning, after all you were still interested in knowing where the animal came from and you were absolutely sure that it would resurface at any moment. Soon the attentive eyes in each and every room in the house were a mere detail, from today's date that should not pass. all the windows in the room were open, you were at your computer doing some work when the figure of the white cat appeared, it took you a few seconds to notice its presence, but it was inevitable when he jumped to your desk and from there pulled one of your socks Brazenly, he swore he was being subtle as he moved, but in your peripheral vision you saw everything, ready to capture him for good.

you were about to move when he started running and you, as a hopeful act of getting this resolved, ran following him to the exit of the house.

you followed him without a second thought. dropped the computer and onto the bed and started running out of the room, the cat went down the hall and into the living room, you did the same route trying to keep up, but already starting to lose pace with him. the cat advanced through the living room window and you took the way through the exit door, stopping a second before putting on your slippers, it took a few seconds of you looking from side to side in search of the feline. until you saw him following the sidewalk on the right side, you shouted for him as if you were a thief and desperately started to run through the empty neighborhood, also in the way you could since the animal ran a few good steps ahead.

When the run started to get tiring was when you noticed that you had run a block after that damned cat, this one that had already fled from your eyes, ran somewhere, and at that moment your body gave in to tiredness and you forced yourself to stop , the unbearable heat made your body sweat and in a flash you could see the cat cross with the sock in its mouth into a house, casually, through the front door and then disappear. Perfect! You could finally put an end to this hell that had been your life for the last few weeks. With hope and confidence that he would finally be able to have some peace in his quiet life.

You walked to the garden, still out of breath, the letterbox clearly marked with the last name Nakakita, you sighed softly, took a deep breath when remembering that it was the family you repeatedly heard some neighbors complain about misbehavior, not the whole family in general, but from the only son who recurrently shows the lack of manners with the others, well, it was up to you to try to create some sympathy and get your stuff back.

They were also the kind of rich family on the block, the ones with the biggest and most expensive house, even if rarely seen. the providers were almost anonymous, uncommunicative and you would really like to have something to say, but all you had in your power was what you heard from others out there and the only thing you would want was to ensure that their pet stopped haunting the your life.

You walked along the stone path, stopped in front of the wooden door and rang the bell, your tired body showing the abandonment that almost made you go back home, but that in the desperate and unpresentable act you were there for the sake of a good coexistence. which was right to point out, you wouldn't want to get in trouble with anyone, let alone people with such high status.

The door opened suddenly, the cat was on the boy's lap with a confused expression. The time it took you to shoot the cat with your eyes, was the same time it took that boy to analyze you from head to toe, the slipper, the pajamas, the tired sweaty face, the tangled hair, all of this was tattooed on his eyelids what directed a somewhat mocking smile from his lips, there you already understood what kind of spoiled boy you were about to deal with.

"May I help? " A tone came out from under him, as if the problem there was you for disturbing his and the feline's day.

"Ah... I came here to ask you to be able to don't know, put protection screen in your house, your cat is invading my house and stealing my things " You tried to be cordial, even if it didn't seem like it, you know your reasoning had already abandoned you "I'd also like to ask for my stuff back…everything he stole, please."

A dead silence grew, the expression of mockery seemed to grow in it, which made you frown and then take a step back, hoping that was a beginning of apology and problem solving. But deep down you already knew no, the look of someone who dared say something to annoy you was clear.

"If you have a problem with Shiro, then you should leave your doors and windows closed... I can't interfere with his freedom" The boy left a simple caress over the cat's white fur and then sighed putting him on the ground, like this the feline started to rub himself on his legs. "He's a good cat, I'm sure he's just coming in to play with you, he would never steal anything."

It cost you a lot to believe that he was serious, it didn't seem like a plausible comment and you didn't even know how to get around the situation because it seemed obvious that he didn't care about your request dearly. you needed to take a deep breath to compose yourself, to understand that it wouldn't be smart for you to act like you were about to explode, even if the other one started asking for it at that point.

"So you're telling me it's my problem? " You asked

"Exactly, no one but you seems bothered so you should solve it yourself " He replied "Do you have anything else to say?"

The way he looked completely nonchalant made your blood boil in dimensions you'd never felt before.

"Are your parents at home" You ask again

"Why do you want to know ?"He asks

"Because I want to talk to them" You answer

"You don't have to, I already gave you the solution, solve it yourself" he continues.

"Do you really want to make our life difficult?"You question

"You who are making your own life difficult, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go"

And then he simply closed the door, without any warning, without any education and you stayed there, planted, not understanding how you would do it then, if it was pertinent protection screen your house, and then the realization that then it would be war, between you and the damn cat owner, because until that was resolved, neither of you would have peace and you weren't willing to change your lifestyle because of an animal that wasn't yours.

III- The Beach

"His name is Yuma, from Koga's group who lives causing headaches to the neighborhood people" Euijoo said with the glasses lying on his face, this one that he adjusted with his fingers, thus directing attention to the cell phone next to him move in a relaxed way, as if this whole issue wasn't causing enough headaches. " Although Koga is not a problem, others will not always be too"

koga definitely not, once it used to be someone close to him, when younger, your mother and his mother were school friends so you could say with all the words that he was someone docile enough. however very impartial, he would never be able to question his own friend for the shitty behavior they has with people, unfortunately, he wasn't useful to you at all.

"Damn it, how can he say it's my problem if it's his fucking cat? Are you aware of the damage? He's stealing everything!" You rubbed lipstick over your lips and then checked your appearance in the mirror " It's not going to look like this."

"Certainly, a waste of time, you should just put protection screens, you won't lose anything with it " Ej rolled his eyes and turned away from the screen to your vision in the mirror, this one that was already staring at him with indignation " besides an amount Of money"

"I won't give in, if you had seen how he treated me " You grumbled and then got up looking at the time on the phone "not to mention that the cat is not mine…I have no responsibility."

"So it turns out we're not going anywhere…it's just a debate to see who throws the most tantrum"he gets up bored, stretches his back and waits for you to finish.

"Honestly…I don't have anything else to declare" Without much more debate you left, for the first time to unwind some mutual friends called you to some kind of social party close by the beach, same as usual, drink beer, talk, nothing too much and at first everything was great, you managed to forget about the cat story while discussing the latest gossip around the small town you live in.

The weather was very pleasant, there weren't that many people and despite the relatively loud sound, Euijoo managed to find somewhere close to the sand, along with his car. You were now on the passenger seat, the door open and a pleasant conversation, making you laugh again and again as you remembered random moments that ended up happening in college during the last week before the holidays.

Then the troupe appeared, seven people with a very specific appearance, but which you didn't bother to meet, besides Koga with the same figure as every other party and the hot owner who caught you from afar with that smug face. He seemed desperate for that, even though you had no further contact with him besides, it seems he tattooed your face so that every time he saw you he could create that extremely heavy mood.

Your clear discomfort turned your attention to the other side when they started to arrive and greet everyone and without any question showed sympathy, the circle grew considerably when everyone started talking and in a way you avoided any possible eye contact with Yuma, due to the discomfort of the more resolved situation and the fact that he was just looking for the opportunity to say something.

Genuinely, it wasn't his intention to touch on anything, because everything already seemed pretty clear on both sides, so all that lack of sensitivity of yours due to the fact that he was so rude to you even without knowing you made you believe that, yes, he was completely capable of doing much worse, so your intention was to leave without a fuss. But like nothing in your life seems simple so you moved to leave the voice from the bottom of your soul cut the subject

"Where are you going?" Koga, the face of someone who was ready to add fuel to the fire, you knew him well enough to understand where that would lead, even because those dark eyes hardly showed anything " did something happen…?"

"Leave y/n alone, the story of the cat still seems to hurt their feelings" Yuma commented, letting the silence disturb between you two again.

"The problem is not the cat, the problem is the imbecile owner who doesn't know how to take care of him" You replied with the anger that had already accumulated since the last week "and I don't need to justify why I want to leave"

"I know how to take care of my cat, now I can't do anything about his adventures inside your house " He continued "I already said that it's not my problem"

"Certainly not, maybe I should fix it and disappear with the cat " You released the last sentence and before any plausible threat you left Yuma without the chance to return the answer and left. And for obvious reasons he sneered at the futile threat of saying he'd put an end to that cat without definitely meaning to, you just wanted some peace of mind.

obviously you ended up not going home alone, some time alone was enough to clear up, you always hated feeling subjugated and this way of yuma approaching you is something that sounds very offensive despite the very little coexistence, you were trying to deal with it in a good way, but he insisted this kind of behavior and you hate it.

IV - The Necklace

You had already been looking for your necklace for hours, a gift from the family, more specifically from your mother, she had given it to you as a present for your 16th birthday and you carelessly took it off so you could take a shower, making sure you would be on top of the desk. But as soon as you left the bathroom you noticed that it was no longer there, causing an incessant search for the necklace, both in the room and in the whole house, that was already getting on your nerves, you really didn't want to have to make an effort and go to the yuma's house, but you didn't have any other choice, Shiro could only have stolen it and in a way you still had the pretense if you confronted him

you move again, it was almost night when you started walking towards the nakakita's house, an absurd silence, nothing very inviting, but it was no more than five minutes walking until you reached that specific house, entering the stone road and stop in front of the door, where the bell rang. Again he received you, this time more casually than he usually shows, yuma was certainly focused on something else when he realized that it was you at his door.

"What now?" this one said

"not to interrupt, but I want my necklace back, and I know it's in there somewhere" you answered his question briefly, trying your best not to get into so many arguments " would you please fix this… or I will have to report you."

yuma seemed very surprised by the way, normally he would have a quick answer, but before calculating any syllables he just pushed the door for you to enter

"enter and look for yourself then " yuma said with some disdain. you looked at him suspiciously and then you shrugged, entering the house slowly, paying attention to every expensive detail that house contained, from the wooden floors to the color of the ceiling, the style of decoration, a perfectly organized house, it was like if no one lived there " if you can find something I'll give my arm to cheer"

"I will, I think it's good to start thinking about your apology" you turned to him, in a smug smile and then looked around again "where is your room?"

"You won't go in there" yuma said

"So it means it's there " you countered, making him roll his eyes and then walk inside, following the corridor on the right and going to the end, where his room was. you followed him, not forgetting that now it looked like someone lived there, the room a bit messy, like someone who spends so much time trapped , food packaging and an infernal mess, at this moment you regretted having agreed to go in to look for it "it is serious?"

"What? it was you who asked…I'm not responsible for anything" he said leaning against the doorframe, smiling right after.

"I don't know who I hate more, I swear, Yuma, fix this fucking cat, and find a way to return my necklace, or I'll kill you two" the threat was clear, Yuma's eyes sparkled in happiness, he knew you wouldn't be able to do anything but swear, but he was starting to like your hot temper.

"Don't make me laugh, y/n" he replied in his passive-aggressive way "you love to joke, but I already made it clear that I'm not going to do anything about Shiro, if it wasn't like that in the past, it won't be like that now"

you took a deep breath, pulling all the air you had out of your lungs, the eye contact was intense, the hostile atmosphere showed how much you were willing to give yuma a good punch in the face, but contained everything within yourself so as not to end up being arrested.

"I already warned you, I want my things as soon as possible or I'll denounce you." you turned around again, following to the exit of yuma's house

"Don't forget to knock on the door!" he shouted from the end of the corridor and you did the favor, slamming the door before returning to your residence, with ready tears of hate, running down your face, thinking that thanks to yuma and that cat now an important gift had been lost.

V- Missing cat

Since the unfortunate occurrence no more than a few days had passed, everything was pretty calm by the way, the threat seemed to have worked when the cat stopped appearing, even though you didn't get your belongings back still your life was getting back to normal, everything seemed have settled in and you would never deal with yuma's presence in your life again. What was happiness, everything perfect, far from the arts of that animal. The day was very sunny, bringing a good feeling, the rest in your living room and then the bell rang and without waiting for your answer they started knocking incessantly, with the urgency of being answered you got up and went to the door, opening it and wish it was a demon, a thief, you'd be less nervous than having to deal with Yuma's enraged face.

"Where's my cat? I swear I'm capable of kill you now" The threat sounded genuine, which left you with a question mark over your head.

"Have you gone mad for good? What the fuck?" You didn't understand, nothing had happened for days and that was why?

"You were very clear in implying that you were going to disappear with my cat, give him to me now or I'll call the police for you!" the tone of voice began to rise in an absurd way

"Fuck you, Yuma, did you really think I was going to disappear with the cat? What's your problem?" you questioned genuinely, even if irritated "I'm the one who should call the police"

"I want my cat now!" Yuma acted like a spoiled child, when he invaded his house and started searching for his cat "Shiro!"

You followed him without understanding, if that was what he considered plausible then you would let him break face. What exactly happened, you were wasting time fighting and he, apparently, was paying with his poison, even if he didn't wish the animal harm, could wish Yuma's harm, even a little

"Did you even notify the neighborhood? I warned you that something could go wrong" You said while he went through your room looking for the cat. literally going through everything as if you had stolen the most expensive jewel in the world, apparently it was becoming a habit to go through each other's house

"No, you said you were going to put an end to him" He replied stopping what he was doing to look at you "so I know who's to blame for that."

"I said I should, not that I would, are you stupid?" You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms in front of your body and in an accelerated radius he approaches to be able to put you against the frame leaving you in a very confused expression, he was so panting that he started to scare you, it looked like he had run a marathon before getting there " Excuse me ?"

"I want my cat and you will help me find it" He threatened

"What if I don't want to? Apparently it's not my problem " You whispered by the bold proximity he took returning in kind, making it clear that he wasn't going to leave your residence for nothing

"Then we are going to have a very big problem. That cat costs more than you and this whole house, you don't want to pay compensation or even end up in jail, do you? It's good to start helping" Yuma at this point didn't seem scary in general, you could see a certain desperation in his eyes, maybe a very implicit plea and a way of saying that he needs to solve that and he would be capable of anything to solve it . " or I'll make a point of spreading the word to the neighborhood that you mistreat my cat"

"you what?" you asked "are you crazy?"

"I'm serious!" and indeed he was, you could see the expression in his eyes, making it clear that he would do anything to get that animal back, and you were the target.

"Okay, but only because I need to prove that I wasn't the one who stole your cat" You said walking away, following the path out of your room.

It was already very late when you started looking, in a silent truce, you still felt the heavy mass, but you limited yourself to giving time to the few hours of daylight looking for the cat, going to places where you two could consider he was or went through. Yuma said at some point that they were all keeping an eye on the cat, that if by chance they had any sign he would be immediately notified. Your tired feet again gave no truce, you and Yuma wander with some caution through the places, imagining where the cat could be safely, even if at that time it seemed strange that he had disappeared so suddenly.

"I didn't steal it, just making it clear…"You were sighing low looking under some cars that were parked on the street, but without much success, walking normally back to Yuma who was walking ahead.

"I know" He replied a little more centered, look straight ahead, in fact he seemed way out of his center, kind of giving up "You wouldn't be an imbecile at this point"

"Then why make this hell?" You asked

"You are the only one besides me who knows him well enough not to confuse, Shiro is selective, he would certainly come to you just as you would to him" Yuma shrugged and sat down at a bus stop near the end from the street "You chased my cat for a block, he's not even recognizable to your eyes"

You rolled your eyes remembering the atrocity of going all that way after the feline thief of things, without any enthusiasm to debate it, but agreeing that Shiro was like family to you.

"Definitely " You said quitter "Is the cat really more expensive than me?"

"Yes, without a doubt" He laughed, it was the first you saw that, outside of that mocking expression, making your stomach turn, somehow that prominent fang was too attractive. You diverted your attention, turned to the empty street and already only lit by the light pole "But my parents tend to be like that, maybe that's why he needs to be found. I'm going to be disinherited, I had a job and I managed to do it wrong, he belongs to my mother, and she likes him more than me, trust me"

"So you should close everything so he doesn't run away" you continued

"I tried, but he's leaving for a very specific place which I don't know what it is…so it's kind of impossible to contain him…sometimes I don't even notice" at that moment you felt like a clown, yuma giving that whole speech of not interfering with the cat's freedom, since it was something much simpler to justify…it was all pranks, as expected.

"It turns out that we don't even know which direction he went after all" you didn't get too involved in this melancholy conversation, you just stood up, looking directly at the boy from the gray hodie " Let's go, this is getting macabre in the dark, if Shiro goes back, will definitely be home"

You started walking in front, going all the way back to your house, tired from that walk. Yuma didn't take too long to follow, walking in the not so deadly silence anymore, and certainly you needed that respite, it had been a few hours since you had been in that unbearable search for a cat that would most likely appear soon and even if your feet were already calloused from so much walking , the final energies were reserved for the entrance of your house where you sat down to rest and drink some water looking at the empty sidewalk, thinking deeply, resting.

"Relax, there's not much we can do now " You said as you hugged your own legs, keeping your gaze fixed on the sidewalk, hoping at some point to see the white shadow emerge from beyond to put an end to that agony.

"Hm," he replied without much else to say, putting the water bottle aside, half consumed.

"Seriously, maybe he's just having a little fun" You said again

"Why is you being so kind? Doesn't look genuine" He commented right after

"Excepting the part where you threatened me, maybe I did it spontaneously " you replied without looking at him

"I just wanted to say that first of all it's your fault" he accused, and you thought it was ok, but then you fell again, to his provocation

-What? Fuck Yuma, I'm trying to be nice - You complained as you turned around and looked at him, found him smiling at you, his fang prominent again and then poked your forehead with his thumb.

"I'm going now, anything…call me" He said stretching his hand waiting for your cell phone. Without much reaction you just handed it over, not understanding what those mixed signals were. As soon as he picked up his phone, he left the number written down and left, disappearing into the street, without looking back, but if you had been in his shoes you would have known how much he was shaking, just like you yourself without noticing.

VI - The influence you have on me

The other day everything still seemed melancholic, you had barely slept, thinking about the cat, already early in the morning you sent messages to Yuma hoping for good news. But he responded briefly saying he hadn't found it yet. Maybe you found each other again, looking for Shiro, all attentive in the hope of finding him and so you followed the path you had left, but without any hope of finding him, in a frustrated and already hopeless dynamic. he was small, very specific, him disappearing like that meant he wasn't as easy to find, so you didn't feel like you could do anything but wait.

"This won't lead to anything, let's just rest a little, Yuma" You promptly slowed down, already tired of this whole trip without any hope "Let's go back, you can wait at my house if you want, you seem exhausted"

In fact, his eyes didn't lie, Yuma was dying, but he kept his face down, he didn't want you to know that he had continued to look for the cat alone, late into the night, in a way he was doing it for relief of conscience, but without saying a word he accepted the return home, now in that same state he remained seated on his sofa, and you, a little worried, joined him.

"Everything is fine! Let's stay like this for now" You whispered leaving a light touch on yuma's shoulder and then he looked at you nervously

"I'm fucked, y/n, you have no idea, if that cat doesn't show up, I'm dead " The tone came out with eminent despair along with fox eyes filling with tears

"He's going to appear! He must just be lost, Yuma, it happens, sure he'll show up soon" You encouraged

"This false optimism shit is pissing me off already," he commented irritably.

"I'm trying to be positive since you freaked out on me ! Now don't take that shit out on me when I tried to warn you" You let go of the cart from his shoulder, mumbling in the corners

"Of course the good Samaritan, I don't need your advice, I need the solution, y/n."

"And how do you assume I have one? I already told you that I don't know where he is" you snapped "there's nothing I can do but try to help"

"I'm tired of your face, I'm leaving. Thanks for nothing"

He just left, leaving the vacuum after the door slammed, indeed, you were sensitive but his lack of tact left you a nervous wreck, your head hurting like never before, but somehow everything seemed to hurt much more this time, you didn't quite understand, but you accepted that maybe they never had all that intimacy, not to the point of becoming close, you were just going crazy, afraid of any reprisals for Yuma thinking you had killed his cat

That same day Shiro had appeared, starving to death at the door of Yuma's house. You could even have congratulated him, but you were in the deepest sleep, the day had been deadly tiring, so you kind of blacked out. But it wasn't as if Yuma had bothered to let you know about it, Koga out of consideration left the message, and also from what he had seen on social networks, you just decided to leave it alone, you hated each other, there was no reason to have contact.

It was what you tried to accept. This annoyance of yours wasn't because you ended up insisting too much, certainly not.

Yuma by himself found his help too pertinent and so after that he disappeared without a trace, returning to his normal life. You did the same, your friends everything, occasionally. Sometimes you would meet him for fraternizations, Taki's birthday, Jo, but nothing more than very few bumps and a hostile atmosphere seemed to be created. Too uncomfortable to create any truce, you still sounded extremely upset when you brought it up, so people just let it go. Now that matter had been resolved, you should just move on.

but for reasons not very clear it seemed to torment you like a ghost, it was weeks like that, considering that all this time in contact even if restricted, you felt that maybe you had gotten used to the idea of yuma's presence and the problem he brought , now everything seemed too peaceful and you didn't feel comfortable that way anymore.

VII - Finding Cat

You were in your bed as usual, finishing up some reports to send to the college, everything within normality, a silence, the mild climate and a pair of white paws on top of your desk, rummaging through your things. Stubborn, demonstrating that in fact nothing has changed, the now more docile cat let you approach and pick him up, carefully, a caress was deposited on the white fluff and a sigh emerged from your lips. It was the first time I saw him after the disappearance, he left a few licks on your arm and a soft bite of greeting, which made you complain and then chuckle when thinking about how much your relationship with him seemed to have evolved since the chase.

"I'll take you home " You took your way to the exit, put your shoes on and went down the street, the same common route, you could clearly remember that race as if it were yesterday, it hurt you to feel the tiredness, the pain in your legs, it was funny to think that now Yuma's house didn't seem as far away as before.

You approached the house, entered again, went to the entrance and rang the bell, you didn't wait too long, the door opened showing a clear view of yuma who was not understanding why you were there, at least until you looked get down to the cat on your lap.

"Next time I won't bring it, I think you'd better be more responsible than that" You stretched the cat towards Yuma who took it in his arms. You turned to leave already longing for the comfort of your home when he spoke

"Want to come in? For a drink of water…you walked a long way" it sounded funny compared to the other times you've been there and the path wasn't that far either, but your feet refused to leave, deep down you felt he had something to say . So you entered, of your own free will.

"Your parents are never home?" You asked, still stopping at the entrance of the house, noticing the silence that always lives there

"Rare occasions" He replied returning Shiro to the ground, this one who took the path to the food pot " we found out where he was leaving…it will take a while until they come to fix this passage, so he may appear more often in these days."

Yuma seemed very centered, you stayed static when he passed you and went to the kitchen to get some water. Not that you asked for any satisfaction, but a heat rose in your body when he did it of his own free will.

"Hm…okay?" You replied awkwardly as you took the glass and drank what was offered to you "But why are you saying that to me?"

"Because it's your house he goes to every time" Yuma shrugged, he was also embarrassed, you noticed, that was bullshit, you knew well what he was doing and you don't need to make an effort

"What you want?"You asked

"Nothing…" he replied.

"Lie" so you asked again "what do you want?"

"I…I wanted to apologize, for before…it wasn't nice" He started " You were just trying to help, i was tired and I ended up being an asshole."

"Okay… I guess, I was also very tired " You replied " It's part of"

"Yes…hm,I have something to give you" Yuma made a sign that you should follow him, and you without understanding the purpose, put the glass in the next most suitable place and followed him down the hallway of the one-story house. At the end was the wooden door which he opened and entered, you established your limit there, over the entrance while the boy searched the room, finding a specific box, not very big, but considerable. "Here"

"What is this?" you opened the box noticing familiar items over there, all yours, which took a while for it to sink in that in fact Shiro stole to bring home,you were surprised, you thought you'd never see your stuff again " Are you telling me that you kept all of this?"

"Yes, I knew someone would show up to get it " Yuma said "shiro likes to give me presents sometimes"

"Did you know?!" You replied indignantly "Are you telling me that you had this with you all the time?"

"Yes" he replied.

"Damn, you're crazy" you continued

"It's not that " Yuma started, opened the box that was in your arms, searching what was inside "These are things that could only belong to a beautiful person"

"One what?" you took a while to assimilate, maybe even expecting an offense right after, or even some mockery with your face. it was yuma, you never expect too much from him.

"A beautiful person… I said" he smiled again, making some rude butterflies appear in his stomach wanting to demonstrate how yuma unexpectedly changed his attitudes towards you "When you first showed up, you weren't the most personable, so I couldn't let you take my gifts away."

"Oh my god, don't remind me that shit again" you took a step back

"I also need to give you this" he said getting more closer

He took his hand out of the pocket of the pants he was wearing and stretched out the necklace, the gold pendant along with the chain, it was your necklace, right in his hand, right in front of you.

"it took a while to find… but it's there" he said opening the lock, getting closer to return the heat to your neck "it would be good if you didn't take it off while Shiro was out there…"

You pressed the box against your chest, not understanding the reason for this apprehension of dealing with Yuma. while he kept himself very close just like that, stopping right in front of you, preventing him from approaching through the box on your chest. Had his lack taken you for good? or because he said he made an effort to find your necklace wherever it was… that touched you deeply.

"I need to go home " you whispered softly trying to disengage "You're acting strange ?"

"Because of the pretty person thing? it wasn't like I was talking about you…maybe that's why it took me so long to deliver this…I wanted to make sure it was you" he said with an overwhelming certainty, it made your face burn and you even thought about cursing, but you gave up, you thought about turning around to leave, but you couldn't. Yuma held you in place like it was nothing " it was a joke honey, it was just a joke."

you were looking forward to it, like it consumed your insides completely, which sounded funny. you're seething with anger and remorse, but then it's suddenly gone, leaving everything in dead silence. Yuma approached slowly leaving you trapped there, and when his lips rested on yours, your knees wanted to falter, make you almost fall over and accept that caress like the big imbecile that was there to fall into Yuma's trap.

the contact was simple, seals stopped without too many evolutions, yuma tastes like coffee, specifically coffee candy, the smell of cologne invading your senses, you were touching him in the most intimate way possible, feeling the feelings overflow, showing the true face of that incubated anger. you were willingly accepting it as if you had been waiting for this for so long and in fact, you felt everything in you tremble without any effort and yuma noticed it easily, both at that moment knew they had a problem there, and it wasn't the Shiro's adventures

VIII- What are your intentions

the week went by like that, you started to think that Yuma was letting the cat get away on purpose, sometimes so you could stop at his door, or he at yours. obviously the intentions were the tables, including you up late together around, kissing, exchanging affection, without anyone knowing, because for some reason you thought you should continue to pretend to hate each other to your friends, but on empty afternoons in the neighborhood it was yuma in your bedroom as you kiss until the air is out of your lungs, touching and caressing each other like true lovers.

You were already weak in your legs, practically on top of Yuma when you broke the kiss in a rush, the air consumed your lungs making it burn and as a response from the other all you received was a murmuring complaint and then soon his lips touching the skin of yours jaw so he could kiss your neck.

"You didn't come here looking for Shiro…?" You were a little breathless, Yuma twisted the position now going on top of you, your hands arranged on his shoulder and the other's full lips touching your skin, leaving delicate seals in the region, making you shiver and sigh. "Yuma"

"Hm? No, Shiro is at home" he said, stopping what he was doing with some regret so he could look at you " I thought i tell you , they already fixed everything, even put protection screens in the house… they kind of found out what happened"

"So does that mean you've been coming here with that excuse for one week ? " You asked

"It's not an excuse, we live on the same street, you should know… and the problem? It's not like we've been doing this for a while." He was bold like that all the time, always making your face burn in embarrassment for being caught accepting Yuma's affection. " What?"

"n-nothing" you replied a bit awkwardly, trying not to show too much that you were enjoying this new yuma. Not that he needed that certainty, just look at you and he would just be sure.

With a low laugh he just took your lips again, a more intense kiss, the thin lips contoured to yours, you mumbled low between, returning without reluctance, moving the touch up his shoulders to the nape of his neck, where you found the hair smooth, leaving a simple affection there. Everything started to grow like a spark next to gasoline, his hands started to go up touching your body, hips, legs, torso, in that instant he was between your legs, kissing you like a hungry man, sucking your lip and pulling more and more. It was the first time you'd felt him so engaged, and you held back, trying to keep up, feeling everything inside you tremble, the sighs getting heavier and heavier as he took your lips more and more, you again running out of air but with no intention of stopping.

"Yuma…slowly, please " You begged in the separation of the lips, trembling between his arms, but there was no answer, he just directs the blurred eyes, thin as blade capturing your expression of pure pleading. You heard a low curse fall from his lips and then he took you again, invading your mouth with his tongue without warning. You moaned low, reciprocating, feeling your skin crawl and lose your composure, putting your muscles to battles for dominance, spilling all that tension that always seemed to build and never stop, everything overflowing, showing the implicit intentions in each of you, his hand was warm and comfortable, you didn't want it to end, that eternal battle, the saliva mixing in a contact that only got more and more intense, you needed more, no matter how far it took.

"y/n!" Euijoo, you were sure, even though it sounded like a mirage, you didn't wait for any confirmation, the kiss broke in a rush, with you pushing yuma by the shoulders, to pull away.

"Hides…"You whispered

"Why?" He asked, disoriented.

"Go on" You grumbled and then, displeased, Yuma got off of you and moved into your closet.

You needed some time to compose yourself, you sat on the bed awkwardly and still panting watched Euijoo enter the confused quiet.

"Are you with someone here?" He asked confused, feeling the sudden heat that was in that room

"No…"You replied

"Then who were you talking to?" He asks again.

"On the phone..with my mom" You said again, trying to get around it, Ej sat on the bed next to you, while Yuma slipped into the cramped closet. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you? I always come" He said a little offended "It's hot here, you're acting strange, what's going on? Was it the nakakita's insufferable again?"

"Hm? No! I'm just tired... it's been a day, full so to speak " you commented

"I know... I still don't think that's it, but since you're not going to tell me anyway, I'm just going to go" Euijoo sighed, still acting suspicious by the way you were all confused, with your senses shaken "I just came to see if you were all good"

"Ah yes, all in peace...nothing much has happened anyway You smiled at him, stiffly and watched him get up

"I'm going then" Euijoo said before leaving the room, you waited for the front door to close and then exhaled and yuma came out of the closet

"Why hide? It seems like a shame" He commented muttering low

"It's not that...it's just that I know that if he finds out I'm fucke-"

"I KNEW IT ' You jumped, seeing Euijoo already at the door of your room indignant "Shame on you both!"

Yuma laughed softly and then crossed his arms, looking at you as if implying that he had warned you of the danger of this "secret" relationship

"It wasn't my intention I swear " You whimpered " It was his fault"

"My? Fucking no, you were the one who said you shouldn't tell anyone" Yuma countered

"It's obvious, you know how many people I made it clear to you that I hated you" You replied

"And you don't hate it? "Euijoo questioned

"...I don't know "You replied

"God, you are disgusting, for God's sake don't keep hiding him like that it's weird" Euijoo said "Now I'm really going, bye"

And then he left, this time for real, you stayed there, looking like you expected any response to that act of yours that even in your opinion, sounded pretty stupid.

"Do not know? "He started

"No… I'm still not sure of my feelings, they aren't clear yet" You said still a little embarrassed, you wanted to apologize, but you wouldn't have that courage either

"So look for me when you have it, I'm going now" For obvious reasons he seemed offended, you were about two weeks away, that's all, even if today it almost got out of control, you still couldn't say how you felt , because everything was still messed up, not long ago you attested with all the words that you hated him, assuming that you like him are two poles that you didn't know how to manage so quickly.

Of course you let him go, maybe you needed space anyway, even with your lips tingling from the touch of his as soon as possible, there were things that should be made clear, your uncertainty couldn't lead to anything good, it just proved today, Yuma didn't has a very exemplary temperament, you had to manage.

You didn't feel bad in general, you kind of didn't have much to do, you barely had time to think properly, so you just considered taking that little time for yuma's tantrum to pass and then you could do something about it, because even If you made that decision the next day, he would still be a little hurt by it all.

IX - After Party (smut ahead)

which was possibly a mistake, because not even three days later you ended up meeting yuma, in another one of the casual encounters at some party where euijoo usually dragged you close to the beach as always and you were coping well, you felt that that time was necessary for some clarifications, it also appears that you wanted to give a little of the poison that one has been serving for weeks, you preferred to remain silent for a while.

You were close to the sand as usual, sitting and talking to some people when the little group appeared again, with the same as always, because koga and his group would never let any event go unnoticed.

Obviously Yuma was one of them, he arrived with his gaze directed at you, as if questioning your audacity to be in front of him after you had simply disappeared for three days, it wasn't like that at all, you both knew that, he was mad at the fact that you hadn't followed from him that very day, but how could you? a lot was running through your mind, you guys hadn't even thought about the consequences of things before simply doing it, it was a moment like that when you remembered why you didn't like yuma, he's always too impulsive

For your misfortune, being cold-blooded was already something of the yuma personality, eye contact although frequent, it was for a short time but it was enough, he wanted to know about you and it was necessary that you were alone for that. Of course he wouldn't be the one to suggest it, even if desperate to the same extent, you consider taking the first step towards stroking his ego.

"juju… I'm going to the bathroom over there" you indicated with a smile at him and he looked at you with an expression that was not at all skeptical

"hm… call me later " he knew you wouldn't come back, he knew you enough to know, with that he just made it clear that you should be careful with what you were going to do

you smiled at him and made your way to the sidewalk, a little further away from the others and it must not have taken too long for yuma to appear beside you, as if he wanted nothing more than to stay there. you stayed in that silence for a while, not considering any contact, just looking at the deserted street as it seemed to be a habit of the two of you to do when you felt that the weather was not very suitable for jokes

"Are you going home? " he asked

"yes…"you replied

"thought about what I asked you to think about?"he asked again

"Maybe"

"decided?"

"Maybe"

Yuma took a deep breath trying to contain the situation. he was not used to attitudes like his, this brazen way of challenging him made yuma go completely crazy as he had been feeling like he had been for a while

"Can I walk you home?" he asks

"Yes" you answer with a smile, following him wherever he went, seeing him stop near a motorcycle, handing over the helmet he had "is it really yours?"

"Who else would it be?"he asked as if the answer was obvious, well, in fact you didn't know much about him, but it was definitely something you was trying to improve. picking up the helmet you put it on and waited for yuma to get on the bike so that he could do the same.

the smell of his cologne made butterflies rise in your stomach, the hug given around his waist as the vehicle moved forward and that whole feeling of running away from people's eyes so you could have more time with yuma, it makes you laugh in absurd ways , because never in your life had she imagined yourself with someone as specific as yuma.

the journey was fast, living in a small town had certain privileges, even if few. you got off the bike as soon as it stopped in front of your house and then removed your helmet.

"At home" he said stretching his hand expecting to receive the helmet, but you didn't deliver.

"Do you want to enter ?" you asked

"I should?" he asked and you nodded in agreement.

"Just a little…"you said earnestly

yuma turned off the bike in an instant getting off and then followed you inside, subtle, you seemed anxious because you knew how much you missed each other, even if in a few days of separation, both already seemed desperate. Inside the rooms you let Yuma enter first to do the same, you closed the door right behind and deposited the helmet on the floor next to the door, with the subtlety that you felt you should approach him and hugged him through the trunk, keeping

"I don't understand why you're so angry Yuma-kun, we were doing so well" You commented quietly, feeling his hand touch your hair

"You know well, I don't like explaining half relationships to people, you treat me like it's a secret " He starts "I don't like indecision"

"I'm not indecisive, I'm just trying not to rush" You mentioned, let go of Yuma to put yourself on tiptoe "You know you can be very cruel when you want to."

"Wow, I was going to say that about you right now," he said next.

"I'm just giving you back in kind" you snatched, smiling, your eyes shining in his direction, and then left a soft saddle on his lips "don't you think this whole discussion is childish? I just wanted to kill the longing I'm feeling for you"

In some moments of this whole adventure, Yuma was certain that you were some kind of witch, for all the times you appeared in front of him from the beginning, some reactions were already very clear, the way you make him anxious was destructive , Yuma falls easily on your lips and doesn't need more than that, then he holds you tight by the waist and then takes your lips, taking you to the first place he can to hold you there.

The same taste as coffee, the sensation raced through your body in a shiver and you gasped as he skipped a hundred steps to thrust his tongue in your mouth. You reciprocated and got involved like never before, his hands firm on your hips and then yuma lifted you to put you trapped in his lap, now held by your legs yuma pinned you completely against the wall, muttering like a desperate animal by the way you pulled subtly the hairs on the back of his neck.

"I need you" You whispered by separating your lips for a mere second, Yuma watched you and then smiled satisfied, turned his body and took you with him into the bedroom, where he placed you on the bed

"Don't you ever dare say you're confused" He warned with an authority that you didn't let him have, but which you allowed on occasion, without questioning."don't even question what we have, for even a second."

You didn't answer, just after receiving back the touch of his lips, intense, the firmness now of the tongues touching each other again, the half light from the street lamp entering your window that was open only disposed by an almost transparent white curtain, Yuma didn't it took a while to hold the hem of your shirt and pull, gently parting your lips to remove your clothes. The kisses now tracing their way down your neck soaked singles and bites with no intention of marking, but that deep down yuma was just testing the waters, trying to know what could cause you the most reactions at that moment, even with you already looking like a complete mess.

"you are mine" He went down gently, feeling the shivers of your skin at the touch of his icy fingers, caressing your mass up and down without much hesitation. Yuma kissed down your jaw, shoulders, between your breasts, traveling all the way down your body, listening to sighs and whispers without any coherence, trying to follow the touch of his wet kiss.

your feverish body wanting to know what his next step could be, your mind in a tailspin and your only option was to keep your fingers over the dark threads, maintaining a contact between you since at that particular moment you felt you no longer had any capacity to do something for yuma, he was already self-sufficient to the point of only requiring you to be the focus that night. His hands wandered to the waistband of the pants you were wearing and then he looked up at you, catching your expressions to be sure he should move forward, you nod without much courage to say anything yuma just smiled at your lovely figure and then he released the button right after the zipper, pulling it by your hip, giving the destination of that piece to the floor next to the bed, your body trembled with the wind that came out of the window, but it was purely momentary.

Her heart stopped when she felt him so delicately open your legs, even with your intimacy still covered, you couldn't help but feel so exposed, your underwear already getting damp from the mentions and thoughts that Yuma made pop up in your head at every touch. His tongue scraped across the fabric without warning and a moan slipped from your lips in fright, he was kissing and licking the entire covered area as if there was nothing between the two of you already. Your pussy closing around nothing making it even a little painful, the way his patience didn't seem to shake at all, Yuma was torturing you even without you realizing it, your body retracted and now trembling his advances, and when Yuma sucked and stimulated your entire vulva through the tissue that gradually became too thin to be felt

"Y-Yuma…please" You whimpered

"Shh, I'll take care of you" he let out, you may even have cursed in thought at that moment, but you preferred to be safe, clearly remembering that the command of your body was all in his hands at that moment. Your little meows made the vibrations run straight to his cock, but every moment all you had was yuma's still figure, dragging your clothe to the side and then diving into your taste.

His tongue was hot, gliding easily, with deadly gentleness, the touch all over the region until it reached your point made you moan something, grab your fingers in his hair so you wouldn't end up taking it out on closing your legs. Yuma grumbled against your center vibrating against your button and then you moan once more, feeling the heat take over, make your chest rise and fall desperately, feeling every inch of you wanting to melt.

Yuma is complacent, keeps his hands firmly on your thighs trying his best to keep them open for him, pushing with his fingers, marking the area, taking care to have you completely open so he can get the full view, eyes sharp like a fox, sliding his tongue back between your lips he seeks your entrance, passing the entire tip of his tongue along the edges and then starting to fuck you with the muscle, in moderate rhythms, Yuma now thrust his tongue almost inside you, while watch you lose yourself in just mouth.

Your eyes darted to the back of your head and your body slid off the mattress as your hips tried with all their might to move forward and make more contact with his mouth.

"F-fuck" You whimpered like a bitch in heat "I need more p-please"

The words came out as a whimper, for Yuma to serve as an imminent victory for all that wild tantrum you had been building up to each other for the last month. You knew it couldn't last too long, but even so it seemed to have no end, Yuma made the same paths exploring you , sucking your coitus that was already starting to get sensitive from so much stimulation, your body and shoulders shaking desperately, you were close, very close.

"I…I'm going to come" You warned, within seconds, you were feeling the heat rise and the air go out when he stopped and the sensation subsided just as quickly "fuck…"

You were out of breath, through a party of light you could see his evil gaze supported by a smile.

"I'm in charge" he whispered to you removing his own shirt, soon helping you to take off your underwear. You moved up a little more giving room for Yuma to climb.

He didn't take too long to get rid of his clothes, he was subtle, the rush made him a desperate man and you, without thinking too much, welcomed him into your arms. You meowed again when felt the hard member dragging your intimately and then moaned as he slid inside, both of them humming each other's names. Yuma left some of his weight on top of you and then laced his arms through yours, keeping you tied to him.

And then he started to move without much anticipation, he was trying to deal with your intimacy by swallowing, contracting around him desperately, one had to let his head rest on your shoulder as he found himself fully inside you, he knew he couldn't last too long so he needed some time to contain himself, soon the attacks were slow, without much rhythm. you sang low into his ear, slurred moans and pleas for more came out in a funny mix, your hands on the strands of his hair feeling the softness, the scalp starting to sweat.

“I'm ready…just do whatever you want with me” you whispered in his ear, again taking vibrations straight to his cock, yuma whimpered and then started to move more freely, opening and scraping on your walls, bumping his hips now so that everything started to become a complete mess. His heart started beating fast, you called his name first and then clung to his body.

yuma soon begins to mark your skin, passing the tip of his tongue over your neck and shoulder and then begins to suck, leaving marks on the skin, nibbling, and leaving almost unconscious for the sensation that it brought. little by little the assault became more persistent, more violent, making the bed shake, yuma once so silent starts to mutter against your skin, panting and moaning in that unique tone of voice, the kind that makes you lose your mind

“fuck” he whispered against your skin, you battling to contain your orgasm that insisted on coming all the way that he went deeper inside you now became a very difficult battle to fight alone, one kept the body rigid, without shifting too much positions and you needed a single signal, such was the way he started to moan so painfully so you could let everything inside of you spill out, the sounds mixing in the air, the violent way he thrust inside you and then the silence, the heavy breathing, the weight of yuma's body was now all over you, both of you bewildered, tired, you felt your body in pure ecstasy, after so long without anyone, the fact of being yuma, everything it left you completely confused. You hated it, mostly because of that, because of those feelings that he was definitely the only one capable of causing in you from the beginning.

“yuma…I can't feel my legs…” you said a little embarrassed, while yuma got out of you to go to the side, letting all that mess overflow, both of you not understanding, looking at the ceiling of the room, as if he had just relieved a tension of years lingering.

“you made the biggest mess” you complained

“it was you who asked for it” he replied looking at you “or will you say you faked your orgasm”

“I didn't say I didn't come” you directed your gaze to the window, embarrassed by the way he approached the situation

"so don't complain about the mess" murmured yuma, sitting on the bed, his vision was one of the best until then, his hair damp with sweat, his white skin sweaty and pink with effort, he was definitely the most beautiful person he had ever met, despite the obnoxious personality. "what?"

“nothing” you frowned with shame to admit that you were admiring it all this time, wondering about so many atrocities and thoughts that always pass so quickly through your head, especially when talking about yuma and the mixture of things he makes you feel

yuma grumbled stretching his hand to you, soon he pulls you to sit down

“come on, I'll help you clean up” you smiled at him and followed him willingly, I try the freedom of being able to share a shower with yuma, no big deal, you felt your legs trembling from the effort despite not having left the room corner, yuma once or twice made it clear that you were too weak, that you would never be able to put up with him, but shut up was enough, during that short time of relationship you discovered that the best way to shut him up was always having your lips on his.

yuma is awesome but only when he's doing things quiet.

[cagedcroww]

Hi hi hi! :D

m!LIs with an m!PC who likes being collared mayhaps?

ohohoh.

this is a fr comeback for me, i promise! again, please feel free to send prompts and art requests to my inbox so i have inspo to work with!!! (esp regarding my ocs hehe)

hcs below the cut, regular DOL tws apply:

LOW RAGE AVERY: He's more than pleased that you like being collared — after all, it's just another opportunity for him to claim ownership over you. Your collar would be delicate and beautiful, though surprisingly not as eye-catching as one would expect (there is no need to be gauche, after all). However, the fragility of the material doesn't actually stop him from choking you with it when things get down and dirty. If he needs to buy a replacement, he shall.

HIGH RAGE AVERY: You don't get the privilege of having a collar you can hide. You belong to Avery and he is going to make damn sure you remember this. The collar is welded shut around your neck and has his name proudly emblazoned across the front — that should teach you for your uppity behaviour (and if that doesn't help, the electrical shock built into the device certainly will). You've been a bad, bad boy, and Avery is not going to let you off the hook.

HIGH DOMINANCE ALEX: His farm is already filled with animals branded and leashed in one way or another, so he doesn't really raise an eyebrow at adding another to the collection. He makes sure your collar is hardy and leather, something capable of protecting your throat from the dangers of the moor and Remy's raids — it's nothing fancy, but it's practical and comfortable, which is what matters around the farm. He eventually starts picking up the habit of leading you around by the collar, using the thick iron ring of it to pull you in for a quick kiss, or tying you to a post to ensure that you don't wander off while he runs to do an errand. (Sometimes you wonder if he's just treating you like another farm dog, but if he is, there's no doubt that you're the favourite)

LOW DOM ALEX: He would never be the first one to bring it up, but he does seem more excited than you expected him to be when you first broach the topic. The transition to 24/7 wear would be slower with him, but he learns to justify it to himself in his head (and he always flushes a bright crimson when he catches sight of your collared neck in the middle of the workday). He adds a little bell to the front of your collar so he can always hear your approach, and when the two of you sneak behind a bale for some 'unwinding' during the middle of the day, that bell tinkles away, signaling to all within earshot exactly what it is that you two are doing.

BLACK WOLF: What is this? Packmate has the cruel restraints made by the humans around his neck? It doesn't matter how much you try to explain to him that you actually enjoy being collared — Black Wolf sees it as an insult to your freedom and dignity as a member of his pack. You are not one of those yipping little 'dogs' that the humans call pets, so he will be gnawing the collar off of you despite your protests (should you ever show up with one in front of him). Really, he will show you better ways the forest shows ownership and dominance.

EDEN: As a man of the woods, he recognizes the practical use of collars. It keeps the prey from running too far away when he's busy with his day, and he enjoys being able to pull them towards him should they be slightly resistant to the idea. The collars in his possession are obviously homemade, though they are surprisingly comfortable (if you ever go missing, you could rest easy knowing that the metal encasing your neck is tracking you wherever you go). But he would be rather happy to hear that you're still willing to wear the collar when he trusts you to go free — it becomes a declaration of loyalty and ownership between you two, and more often than not, you can find his hand reaching towards the crude metal contraption as though in awe that you continue to carry his gift around your neck.

GREAT HAWK: What is this x2? Spouse is pretty having something around neck!! The colours are bright and shiny and Great Hawk is certain that he chose the best and prettiest spouse to take home!!! Much like birds tagged in scientific surveys, it appears as though the collar makes you ten times more attractive to avians seeking a mate. Though the Great Hawk doesn't quite understand the purpose of wearing something around your neck, he seems fascinated and intrigued by its presence — always reaching out to preen around it as though maintaining its beauty. Maybe he would even attempt to build one of his own to present to you! But the loose loop of grasses and twigs woven together is best left unworn.

KYLAR: If he finds out you enjoy being collared, you may just wake up with a collar locked around your throat and no idea how it possibly could've gotten there (and how to get it off). He needs to know that you walk around the world under his ownership, he needs to know that everyone else in the world sees you and knows that you are his and his alone. If there are any suspicious stains on the fabric of the thing — please disregard them. The patches of dark red and off-white are best left not examine too closely. (You swear the thing seems to be getting dirtier every night? But surely you'd wake up if he was indeed sneaking into your room to 'decorate'..... right?)

SYDNEY THE FAITHFUL: He doesn't quite understand the purpose of wearing a collar (you aren't exactly a dog wandering the streets), but he sees some logic in locking away various parts of oneself for protection. Though he's intrigued by the way light catches on metal every time you crane your head and look around, something within him is too humiliated to actually speak to you about it, so he just spends his time stealing glances to your neck and the collar resting there. Sometimes, when his feverish mind thinks of you at night, all he wants to do is to tear it off of you the same way he wishes to tear off the cage locking away his own shame.

SYDNEY THE FALLEN: He finds a certain perverse joy in displaying your sinful lifestyle to the world. Be prepared to be flooded with different styles of collars to try out and flaunt (working at a sex shop has it's perks, after all). He enjoys adding little touches to each one, scrawling out a 'beloved <3' or 'Sydney's' in the inner band so that only you could see. Most of all, he enjoys teasing the sensitive skin of your neck around and underneath the collar, leaving behind hickeys that perfectly compliments the degeneracy of the collar itself.

ROBIN: Is a little nervous about the idea of collars. Ownership is not a foreign idea to him, and he knows that once people understand you could be owned, they will stop at nothing to make sure you are. But then again, he loves you and wants to make you happy, so he obliges when you ask him to click that padded leather ring around your neck. Eventually, he even grows to like it, tapping or pulling lightly at the fabric whenever he wants to get your attention. It's almost like a form of dress-up, he decides — and he certainly cannot fault someone for dressing up as something they very much are not.

WHITNEY: It doesn't matter if you like it or not, you're his bitch, so he's gonna make sure you know you're his bitch in whatever way he goddamn pleases. . . But on further consideration, a collar isn't a half-bad idea. Not that he'd actually consider a suggestion from the likes of you, of course. It only takes a visit to the sex shop and a few broken windows before he walks out with his bounty and clips it around your neck. It's way too tight and kind of hurts, but you know nothing is going to come of it if you complain. For the rest of the day, he ties a leash to it, randomly dragging you around and yanking the lead to watch you trip. But before he finally decides to leave, he beckons you closer to slightly loosen the pressure put on your neck. His touch is slightly more gentle now, the heat from his cigarette almost burning your skin as he peers at the collar from way too close a distance. This tenderness doesn't save you from him tying you to a stall in the boy's bathroom the next day, but it did exist for a mere moment nonetheless.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Down bad for this one today. He always kinda skeeved me out when he was a teenager but seeing him all grown up I was like, damn son. Come Netflix and chill with me. This is so much longer than I intended it to be, not sorry? But thank you for reading it! I really appreciate everyone taking the time to read my stuff and reblogging it if you do that, too! It would have been much shorter if I had been able to just sit down and not be called away from it 12.9 times. But it is what it is. Enjoy!!

*also: art by @/iluvluvnutella // permission for use was posted*

*also also: I purposely used a pic of Makoto as an ADULT. Yeah, I'm well aware the pic in the back is when he was a teenager. NONE of these HC's are about him when he was a teenager.

C/W ::: MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE.

〽️ Is very sweet.

〽️ Takes you out for ice cream (or whatever) once a week on your agreed upon date night.

〽️ Knows your favorite flower and will bring you one whenever he passes by them.

〽️ Likes to be touching you almost all the time when you're walking around town/shopping.

〽️ Isn't possessive or anything like that, but loves you so much that it's become second nature to him at this point to always have some part of him against some part of you.

〽️ Knows your favorite perfume (and your favorite cologne on him - he wears it because he knows how much it drives you crazy).

〽️ Likes the smell of your armpit.

〽️ Known to yank on his dick every opportunity he could.

〽️ Steals your panties (without your permission - but you still know about it and if it were anyone else, it would definitely bother you but it's your bf so whatevs.)

〽️ Has asked to be tied up more than once.

〽️ Suggests wax play quite often (but doesn't know your secret: he's almost convinced you to do it).

〽️ Has no preference whether or not he's on top or you are. Or in front or behind. Just loves to feel good with you.

〽️ Never really thought about anyone in particular while he jerked off (unless you count those women in magazines in itty bitty teeny weeny bikinis) until he met you. And as far as he's concerned, no one before you matters, anyway.

〽️ Likes to kiss you until you're a complete mess.

〽️ Is not above begging for you.

〽️ Wants you to tease him/edge him. (He's so pretty all sweaty and flustered, his skin flushed and bright pink cheeks, heavy, leaky cock.)

〽️ Will run his fingers all over your body and won't stop a second before you're whimpering and whining about how badly you need him to give you more.

〽️ Won't give you more until he's sure you'll cum just as fast as he does.

〽️ Has a pretty cock and knows it. (He's even admired it in all its glory.)

〽️ Is shaven because he likes how it feels and looks.

〽️ L-o-v-e-s sloppy blowjobs. Like, fluids all over the lower half of your face and upper chest.

〽️ Will make out with you after you're done (even if he doesn't cum, he'll still pull you up to kiss you).

〽️ Hopes you'll make out with him after he's done going down on you, too. (Not because he thinks it's "fair", but because he thinks it's hotter than hell.)

〽️ Sleeps nude.

〽️ Wakes up every morning with a raging boner.

〽️ Makes it well worth your while if you stayed over the night before.

〽️ Makes breakfast with organic and free-range animals because it "makes him sad" to think about their last moments on this planet being shitty. (Has been shut up by your counterargument about how they're last moments on this earth are being killed ... for food - how can they possibly NOT be shitty? And then you thank him for a delicious breakfast.)

〽️ Itadakimasu! (But with real food this time!)

@southside-otaku @viburnt @kazutora-kurokawa @katshimizuu @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82

[i-need-a-slurpee]

You guys already know I love spreading my akekita besties agenda

I saw someone post a video about a little porcelain figure they found and it was a crow in a big straw hat and a sweater and behind the crow was several different easels. The person filming the video dubbed the porcelain figure 'vincent van crow' so you see where I'm going with this. (Btw this is an AU where Akechi lives and he works with the phantom thieves because they can see he needs help and they're going to give him that help whether he wants it or not. Canon be damned.)

Akechi and Yusuke walking around different shops because yusuke needs new art supplies and guess who they find sitting on a shelf tucked away behind some miscellaneous items like mason jars and small vases of different dull colors. Vincent Van Crow. Akechi saw him first and thought Yusuke would appreciate the little porcelain figure, unaware of the artist's terrible spending habits. Yusuke would feel the same connection to Vincent Van Crow that he did with his lobsters and abandon the original mission just to buy him, insisting it was destiny. A crow that was a fellow artist, the only one on the shell and who better to point it out to him but Akechi himself.

Despite Akechi's protests that Yusuke's funds are limited and he should focus on finding the supplies for whatever new piece he was working on (it was a watercolor painting, several paintings, of the various different places in the backstreets where lebanc resided) Yusuke insists on buying him. Akechi doesn't quite understand how Yusuke can have such a sentimental attachment to an object he doesn't own yet but he can't afford to argue any longer because he'll lose his cool.

It isn't until they've finished their shopping and are walking back to the train station that he starts to really get it. Not because he had given the porcelain crow any thought but because Yusuke declared that this small, breakable and frankly unimpressive (to akechi at least) figure was a sign of their bond. A representation of different facets of their personalities and how despite the fact that nobody really understood it, Yusuke and Akechi made sense together.

On paper it was strange, an aloof artist and the famous detective prince but looking past the surface gave a glimpse into why they worked so well together. Yusuke was honest, brutally honest he never censored himself because he didn't see the point in doing so, he looked for a deeper meaning in everything which made sense since all art has some meaning behind it. It's second nature for him to evaluate everything he saw on a deeper level. Akechi appreciated having someone like Yusuke in his life because he never worried that Yusuke was using him like everyone else had. Yusuke's unrelenting honestly was a breath of fresh air for akechi, and no matter how hard he tried to convince himself in the beginning he could never fully believe that Yusuke's honesty was an act. He was too genuine and his perceptive abilities made him see past the act Akechi would often put on.

In turn Akechi was very critical, he had to be as a detective, and he was constantly aware of his surroundings. He always kept a look out for any danger and covered all his bases to make sure he could keep himself safe. Which was something Yusuke appreciated because he would often get lost in thought and wander off to various different places because they piqued his interest, he couldn't stay on task like Akechi could.

They helped each other and the time they spent together was time well spent, numerous discussions of various topics being viewed from two different lens. But they still managed to consider the other's position in their discussions, Yusuke would consider the analytical mindset that Akechi had and Akechi would pay more attention to the finer details and emotional aspects of a situation like Yusuke did. It was an odd but wonderful friendship they had.

So on the train ride back to their homes, Akechi considered the porcelain crow and his porcelain easels, the shine of his feathers and the way his beak twisted into a sweet smile and he felt a small warmth fill his heart. Warmth at the thought that his friend, his real friend that he had made on his own, would keep that small crow on a shelf or a table and think of him whenever he saw it. Warmth because he wasn't alone anymore, he was wanted by the people around him. Wanted enough for his friend to buy an insignificant trinket that put an extra expense on his limit supply of money just because it reminded him of the detective. Warmth because he was loved.

Your honor that's their son, they coparent him for tax benefits

[goodluckclove]

What keeps me from writing: my own insecurity I guess. I can write random scenes that never go anywhere but I struggle writing complete stories because that's when my stupid goblin brain will hit the breaks and be like: hold on a second, this is nothing like what the writing books say. For some reason I get stupidly hung up on doing things the "right" way (aka what some professional writing person has said). I have to actively, mentally go against it and tell myself to write things the way I feel are right for me. And on the bad days I can't tell anymore if what I just wrote is good or bad because all I can hear in my head is: this not how you're supposed to do it. I like to think I'm getting better at it.

Hi, Lych. I'm so happy to see you. Will you maybe sit down with me for a second? I was trying to get some work done today but I can't stop thinking about this question so I figure something is telling me that it's important.

Let me see your writing books. Give me those blog posts and videos too. Wow, there's a lot here, isn't there? A lot of people seem to consider themselves authorities on writing. Some people who you know are very successful, and others who you've never seen or heard of before. And they all seem to be saying something different, don't they? Or maybe they'll reference each other like they're all strands in some grand dreamcatcher of professional acceptability.

Okay, we've looked at it for long enough. What I have right here is a large bottle of kerosene - you might want to stand back, actually. I'm going to go ahead and start spraying down all these rules and standards until they're nice and rankly damp. It might take a second.

They're wrong, you know. Anyone who gives you a step-by-step guide on any form of art and tells you it's the only way to do it is wrong. Structure isn't bad, per say. If you're a visual artist, it could help to learn traditional anatomy. If you're a filmmaker, you should...I mean, it would help to know how to use a camera. You should know how to use the tools you want to use to some extent, and YouTube tutorials could be pretty useful for that -

You know what? I think the fumes are getting to me. Would you mind helping me out? Here, I have another bottle. Catch.

For some reason there's a very terrible trend of new, unpublished, non-working writers feeling like they need to give advice in absolutes instead of sharing what works for them. There's a strange height of unsubstantiated confidence in people like this that always leaves me kind of befuddled - my example is always a woman I saw online who explained that every story needs a second act twist. That still bothers me.

But it's not really any better with famous and massively successful writers who release books on how to write. Not only does it create the dangerous unspoken narrative that if someone buys the book and follows every step they'll have a carbon-copy career, but I've found that once you write for long enough you forget a lot of the struggles that beginning writers have. I've been writing for fifteen years, and I no longer really remember what it feels like to struggle in a lot of profound ways that many do. I have doubts still. I'll commonly ask myself if what I write is actually any good at all. But it comes up way less often than it used to.

You're doing a really good job. I think that's probably enough fuel.

I think this is more of an issue with those who already have a predisposition for creativity, and by what you've posted on your blog I can see that you're a very skilled and impressive artist already. Your bronze Icarus was especially touching to me, both emotionally and in the sense that I just kind of wish that I could touch it. You express movement in a lot of subtle ways. It's really cool!

Maybe switching to writing feels like starting over. Like you have to get someone's permission before you can just start. Damn, my match broke.

Where was I? Oh, right.

You know how to read, don't you? You've read stories, or had stories read to you? If so, then that's your permission right there. If you make an effort to absorb a variety of stories from different perspectives, as well as engage in the world and people around you, as well as take time for introspection towards your own inner world...well, that's everything you need. From that point on you can go to workshops and get feedback or whatever, but that's not something you really have to worry about yet.

Now that I think about it, you might be better with a matchbook than I am. A sculptor much have steadier hands than someone like me. Ah, there! Fantastic.

You know where to go from here, my friend.

[jack-kellys]

west end question: i obviously love my brooklyn girls and would die for them all, but is it bad that it’s taken away the sprace dynamic for me? like i’m still 100% on board with a nowhere near canon ship and it shouldn’t affect me they’ve decided to have spot be a girl, but it lowkey has? and i feel kinda guilty about it? idk i love my proshot boys. but i am 100% here for all the uk newsies cast they are amazing and so talented and it’s definitely my favourite production by far!! idk if i’m making sense

ok part of me feels a litle baited actually because like. i feel like... im vocal abt mlm musical sprace not being a big vibe for me in the first place. so im a funny person to ask if you were looking for relief lmao. anyway here's my thesis below.

wait also if ur a white newsie fan a read-thru+rb of this would be much appreciated thank youuu (also yall have been eating up my character analyses anyway sooooo!)

TL;DR THESIS: if you're feeling genuinely let down that your ship did not see the light of day and a black girlsie spot conlon got to instead, then yes, you should reevaluate that.

followers, if you've been with me long enough, you know that i have quite strong opinions about how this show gets treated when it comes to interpretations and fandom/fanon. mostly, this is because i literally work in theater, and it's extremely backwards in my brain personally when shows get treated more like a movie or tv show than a performance piece.

im also one of the only ppl in this fandom that ever seems to dare speak on race (not the damn character smh). and anon, buddy, kiddo, this does have to do with race, gender, and sexuality.

firstly, what i think needs to be understood about newsies, is that it is theater, which means it is meant to be mutable. there is no one way. there should never be one way. it does not exist. secondly, theater does not exist in a fandom vacuum. its live every night, conceptually. theater is a live performance art.

interpretations change- it's the nature of theater. so i think asks like these really do illuminate the difference between fans of the show's content or fans of... i guess the show's culture's content.

this is a culture content ask.

one thing i really, truly, deeply need you all to understand: from an objective, script- and staging-based perspective, proshot sprace does not exist. they do not speak. they barely see each other. race does not even volunteer to go to brooklyn. the ship originates from the 1992 movie, where they do actually interact, which is why the ship has prevailed through the 90s to today. they're from the movie, not the musical.

of course, this doesn't bash the ship- it has history, and naturally fans want to create new history when they get a new source material (the musical). it's true for like every newsie ship lowkey (but also not lowkey because all the manhattan newsies do interact and sprace literally does not but thats a different post!!), which is something i do admire about the fandom- we do a lot of our own legwork here, we invent relationships and backgrounds from one-liners that could be given to tbh any frickin newsie. i respect the 30 years we have invented ships.

however.

when a huge, publicized, consistently sold out production comes along with spot conlon as not only a woman, but a woman of color (specifically black rn!) as the leader of the most feared group on stage, there becomes something much more important than a "sprace dynamic", which does not canonically exist in the musical anyway bro. you can't miss something that isn't there imo. often the story and casting within a story comes first, and goddamn if this isn't one of those times. lillie-pearl's spot brings bravado, swagger, confidence, and intimidation that is literally....fine maybe i'm being personal but it is slash gen incredible to see in technically a period piece! a black woman in leadership with that kind of assuredness! in such a popular musical! how is that not– automatically surpassing an often obsessed-over (yes i am. hinting at something here, straight girl fans) mlm ship?

and while i'm on the topic of the over-obsessiveness of mlm musical sprace, let me talk about uksies sprace. because what's also wack abt this ask is that sprace is not a hopeless case in this production- it literally has about as much 'evidence' as the proshot imo!!!!!

i got to hop over to 2nd row brooklyn seating for act 2 so i saw once and for all really close up, right. there's a moment when race is upstage letting the newsies in/down from the stairs. spot comes down and she does, in fact, share a look with him. race gives spot a nod and she keeps moving.

and like im gonna see the show again (every day i am counting my mf blessings fr), so if i'm wrong or they don't do it every time i'll correct myself, but that's what i saw with my own dang eyes on saturday. they do acknowledge each other in uksies.

and since they do, i really like. i have to ask. what is bothersome/unpopular abt uksies sprace, other than oh idk.... its not white/white mlm with a twink/manly bf trope? why can't race still love who spot is as a character, this strong and fearless ruler of brooklyn, in uksies? because tbh josh's racer...nahhhh because. this is such a side note now but they'd be so good together oh jesus am i gonna ship uk sprace. and it's not like they're 'taking away' from a queer ship because a) you can headcanon spot as a queer girl and race being trans is consistently popular and b) newsies has ten billion gayass ships bro we've been eatin for literal decades.

anon, i'm sure you didn't mean harm by this ask. i'm sure, honestly, that a lot of fans are feeling the same way as you and weren't quite sure how to put it in words. but, i'm also not surprised you sent an ask like this on anonymous specifically.

should you feel guilty about it? i don't think guilt is the right word. but i believe you should think more about how newsies is not.....static. it does not exist in one form, and it never will. if you're feeling genuinely let down that your ship did not see the light of day and a black girlsie spot conlon got to instead, then yes, you should reevaluate that. in theater, you should always question why something impacted you the way it did- a major point of theater is to discuss and think about it when you leave! i know this because ive spent three years literally studying it, to back up my thesis credentials.

thank you for reading this, newsies fandom. i do honestly say all this with love, and i hope it made u think !! ♥️

[zenaidamacrouras1]

15 questions for 15 friends

I got tagged by @voylitscope and @booksandabeer. Hello, I hope y'all are doing very well today.

Are you named after anyone? >>> Yes, my dad, being the third child, my parents thought this was amusing. I used to hate it (my relationship with my dad is COMPLICATED and my name is gender neutral, which as a more or less gender neutral adult, I like, but as a kid who felt really confused about gender, I did not).

I've grown into it. Our first and middle names are one letter different, but, fun fact, when I bought my house they spelled my name like his name on the deed and he briefly owned my house, I guess? I mean, I fixed the typo. I joked about it to the real estate agent people and they were like "your dad didn't actually own your house just because of this typo, you know that right?" and like yeah, I know, it's just funny.

When was the last time you cried? >>> I rarely cry, for whatever reason. I occasionally get a stoic, manful misting in my eyes or brief tightness in the back of my throat I have to swallow down while staring into the distance. It's probably not healthy, but I have bigger fish to fry. (and if I'm crying into my fish frying grease the tears will make the oil will pop everywhere, so we can't have that, this metaphor is getting confusing).

Do you have kids? >>> I do. I talk about them all the time because they are fun interesting people and also my pals.

What sports do you play/have you played? >>> My rebellion as a child was to not play sports, which I definitely regret, but I did do ballet for a long time, I was always a "back row" dancer e.g. the worst in the class but there's nothing wrong with spending a great deal of time doing something you're quite bad at. Anyway, I'm better at ballet than most people who never took lessons.

Do you use sarcasm? >>> No. (hahahahahahahahhhaaaa)

What’s the first thing you notice about people? >>> Ummm...vibes?

What’s your eye color? >>> Glowing red when I'm doing an evil spell, but otherwise blue.

Scary movies or happy endings comedies? >>> I almost never watch movies. What kind of movie is Lord of the Rings and The Winter Soldier? Those two, plus a few others.

Any talents? >>> I am good at making quick assessments and breaking down complex things into simple, easier to understand things, which, damn those ancient Greeks for always being right, is probably as much of a weakness as a strength. Also I have won a blue ribbon for quilting at a state fair which is very wholesome as I am a wholesome, stoic midwesterner.

Where were you born? >>> A very wholesome, stoic hospital in the rural midwest, surrounded by cornfields to the horizon.

What are your hobbies? >>> laying in bed and reading, walking places, sewing things, writing stuff, wishing everyone would leave me alone for ten damn minutes, feeling antsy when no one is bothering me.

Do you have any pets? >>> I just posted a picture of my cat. I didn't mention it there but she has bad eyesight and can't jump up to things, she often misses so just climbs everything or stays on the ground. It was great when she was an outside cat because she couldn't catch birds, though she would sometimes manage a snake and bring it in the house and leave it in the laundry basket.

How tall are you? >>> 5'11" but for what it's worth I'm the shortest person in my immediate family.

Favorite subject in school? >>> I really liked sociolinguistics classes in college. I liked art and biology and creative writing classes too. I like a lot of things. I like learning. I loved going to college. I'm a first generation college student and aside from the angst and bad attempts at romance and depression and anxiety and panic attacks, I really did feel lucky the whole time I was in college.

Dream job? >>> I need a job that helps people because I can only make myself do something boring if it I feel like I "owe" someone. I need a job that changes every few weeks so it is less boring. Both criteria I basically have, except I would like my current job to be less stressful and endlessly high stakes, except if it wasn't I would probably be bored, and also I would like fewer people that annoy me.

God I'm supposed to tag people now. What an absolute nightmare. Okay. I'm doing it. Don't hate me. @burberrycanary @msilverstar @bookgeekgrrl @fsbc-librarian @late-to-the-party-81 @blackwood4stucky @otpcutie

[zprites]

March TMNT All 4-1!

Wow, this month's prompt was a lot harder to write this month for whatever reason. But alas, I prevailed and finally finished!

The prompt I chose was: “I’m new to all of this. Can you show me where to start?”. I did reword it a bit to fit the story more, and also sprinkled in some more Spring stuff for the season lol.

The lovely hosts: @turtle-babe83, @thelaundrybitch, @leosgirl82, and @post-apocalyptic-daydream

Also, I went orange this month because Mikey suddenly got me in a chokehold.

Bit of NSFW - As always, turtles are aged up!!!! Mikey and Reader are well into their 20s!

Rise! Mikey x Female Reader -- Enjoy!!

Taglist: @turtle-babe83, @manduse, @morning-sun-brah, @crazysarah-98, @pacoholin, @iamdefinitelytheratking

Flowering Like the Stars

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not, nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams. Pablo Neruda

"Achoo!" 

"Bless you!" 

"Thank you." You rubbed your nose as you called back to your friend, trying to shake the tickling sensation that had crept into your nostrils.

You barely had enough time to cover your mouth before another sneeze escaped, this one harsher than the last. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah!” You sniffled dryly. “It’s just my damned hay fever…”

Knew leaving the window open last night was a bad idea. Oh well…

Mikey came over and handed you a glass of lemonade before he sat down on the couch beside you, taking a sip from his own glass. You thanked him for the beverage and took a generous drink. The perfect balance of tartness and sweetness hit your tongue and rolled across your palate before it slid down your throat. 

Ah… Like liquid sunshine…

“Thank you again for coming over to help me.” You gently nudged his knee with your own as you spoke. 

He gave you a large grin. “Of course! I’m always happy to help you, especially since I get to see your hair first!”

Always happy to help you… No matter how many times he said that, it still made your heart all aflutter. And you knew he meant it everytime. 

Wanted some company to the art supply store? He was right there with you picking out new paints and always insisted on carrying everything up to your studio. Needed a plus one to the latest art exhibition? You never knew he could look more handsome, but the way he looked in that suit proved you so very wrong. One of Leo’s pranks causing a glitter bomb to explode in your living room? Not only did he help you clean up every speck of evil glitter dust, but he became your partner in crime, aiding you in your revenge prank that caused flour to go everywhere in the red-eared slider’s room. 

And here he was now: helping you dye your hair again, this time a vibrant dark green. 

“You’ll definitely look ready for Spring now!” He exclaimed, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Well, I do want to be at least one person’s spring awakening this year.” You shot him a wink, raising your glass to your lips once more. “Might as well look the part.”

As you took a drink you noticed a hint of pink on Mikey’s cheeks out of your periphery. 

“You’ve been mine since I met you.” He mumbled before he busied himself with his own beverage. 

You froze. He spoke so quietly that you were almost certain you misheard him. 

But you didn’t.

This wasn't the first time that your best friend had said something that alluded to his deeper feelings for you, and each time you chose not to press further. It's not that you didn't reciprocate those feelings. You’d be the first to admit that whenever you got a text from Mikey you would feel giddy, replying back in an instant while grinning like an idiot. That you stared at him almost every time you hung out with the turtle brothers, Leo often giving you shit for it later on. Or that your mind always wandered to him when you pleasured yourself, his name on your lips as you circled your clit, wishing that those fingers were his own.

You were certain you loved him, however you were afraid - afraid to be hurt again like you had been in past relationships. 

So you said nothing, just like now, the two of you falling into a tense yet restrained silence. 

A silence that was killing Mikey.

As he drank his lemonade, the same recipe Todd taught him years ago, his mind wandered as he pointedly kept his gaze from you, hoping you didn’t hear his latest blunder.

Then again, he found himself making many slip ups as of late. 

And he knew why, he was a turtle that was very intune with his emotions after all. He was certain he fell in love with you the moment he laid eyes on you, but for the past several years he kept those feelings to himself. Mikey knew that if he spoke up about his feelings there was a small possibility that you didn’t feel the same. So he told himself he was happy with the dynamic the two of you had now. 

However most nights he longed for your presence beside him as he jerked himself off, your face filling his mind, your name playing like a reverent invocation on a loop.

“Up for a game of Smash until the timer goes off?” You asked just as he drank the last of his beverage. 

Your words caught him off guard as he accidentally swallowed down the wrong pipe, causing him to go into a coughing fit to expel the offending liquid out of his lungs.

Way to keep your head out of the gutter there, Michael… 

Mind Raph chastised him as he fought to get his breathing under control.

You gave him a concerned look as his coughing finally calmed down. 

“Sorry.” He rasped, giving you a smile. “Sure, smashing sounds fun.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, a couple of seconds ticked by before he realized what he said.

“I MEAN- Yes, let’s smash! Ah, no! I- uh… You…” He continued to fumble over his words until he inhaled slowly. “Yes, playing Smash sounds fun.” 

Amusement bubbled up inside of you while he died a little on the inside. 

Unbeknownst to the other, the two of you shared an identical thought.

I’m so fucking screwed…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The timer went off just as your Meta Knight flew off the map from Mikey’s King Dedede combo move, signaling the end of the match. You groaned at your defeat and turned off the timer that was on your phone while Mikey muted the TV.

“C’mon, we can do a rematch after.” He offered with a grin. 

The two of you made your way to your bathroom. You sat down against your bathtub and leaned your head over the edge. Mikey grabbed the detachable shower head and turned on the water, checking the temperature before beginning the process of rinsing out the dye out of your hair. 

You became lost in the sensations; water rushing by your ears, Mikey humming as his fingers carded through your tresses. 

Suddenly you were hit with the raw domesticity of the current moment. 

Here he was, lathering up shampoo along your scalp like he did every other month, his movements gentle as he slowly worked out the knots while making sure most of the dye washed down the drain. 

It made your heart ache. You wanted to say so much yet that nagging fear held you back, but with each touch you felt something else stir inside of you. 

Resolve. 

“There.” Mikey stated. He turned off the water and placed your shower head back in its holder before wringing out the excess from your hair. You sat up when he finished, taking the towel you laid out before he showed up and pressed your wet locks into the cloth.

I have to tell him…

You lowered the towel, setting it aside to deal with later. Once he saw you were done he offered a hand down to you which you took, allowing him to help you onto your feet. 

However this time, you didn’t let go. 

“Mikey…”

He raised a brow ridge in question as you settled on what you wanted to say.

“Earlier, I did hear you.” 

The silence that followed was almost palpable. His expression was unreadable as you began rambling.

“And I know- No, I just… Ugh, let me start over.” 

You sighed slowly as you mustered the last bit of courage that was beginning to fade away as his gaze stayed locked to yours, the midnight blue of his irises swimming with emotion.

“I like you.” You confessed. “Probably even love you.”

“Really?” His voice sounded so small, as if he was afraid you’d say ‘Sike!’ and shatter the hope that you instilled with your words.

Your lips upturned into a gentle smile. “Yeah, and I really want to kiss you right now…”

His breath hitched as you drew closer to him, face now inches from his own. 

“I- I never…” He trailed off, uncertain on how to proceed. 

“You feel the same, right?” You asked.

“Of course!” He declared. “I’ve loved you for years now. I just never… I’ve never been in a relationship before, so this is all new to me. I don’t even know where to start…”

Ah…

Your other hand rose to cup his cheek.

“I can show you, if you’ll let me.”

His eyes widened as he gave a small nod.

Time stood still for you two as you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a chaste kiss. His hand tightened around yours as he let out a soft moan, his other hand coming to settle on your hip. 

He pulled away first, a large grin on his face as he rested his forehead against yours. 

“I love you too.” 

[i-restuff]

You know what? You asked, and you shall receive. I didn't want to flood the comments of the post with my reactions, but If I had to read that then everyone must read (what I consider to be) the worst parts:

(my reactions in parenthesis)

It was revealed in All Hail King Julien that he is at least more than 50 years old. He is old enough to be in history books of Madagascar and the lemur kingdom. (Oop)

He loves King Julien's feet, an obsession which started when he saw King Julien using them to kick some foosas. (Remember this one lol)

Mort's love for feet is so extreme that, while sleeping, he can rip down a tree to get to them (BRO WHAT????)

Mort is protected by a "force field" of ignorance and can't feel pain, but he still hates drowning, as seen in "Assault and Batteries." (WHAT THE FUCK IS A FORCE FIELD OF IGNORANCE WHY CAN’T HE FEEL PAIN AND WHEN IN TEH WORLD DID HE DROWN???)

it is revealed that Mort is of a species that can absorb other Morts in the multiverse or, MORTiverse. However, Smart Mort, and later “Groovy 60's cult leader” Mort, also known as Hippie Mort, are two alternate versions of Mort, created by him due to the effects of both coffee, and tea- also known as Brown Julien, and Golden Julien- in both One More Cup and it's sequel episode. Smart Mort is an intelligent character, while “Groovy 60's cult leader”/Hippie Mort is a peaceful character. It is also revealed that Mort absorbed his own grandmother, and now she lives inside his mind. Also, it is seen in some episodes that Mort has versions of him inside his mind that he can talk to when he needs something. Mort is also portrayed to have some traces of Jewish heritage, as seen in Karl-Mageddon, after his grandfather shows up and a flashback appears of Mort as a child getting a present on Hanukkah from Grandpa Mort. He did mention that he got a pencil. (THERE IS SO MCUH TO UNPACK HERE??? HE ABSORBED HIS GRANDMA AND SHE LIVES IN HIS MIND???? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY MORTS AND HOW IN THE FUCK DID HE ABSORB THEM??)

It is indicated in Revenge of the Prom that Mort was abused by Grammy Mort, leading to her consumption. (Damn.)

He creates a romantic relationship with Zora in the All Hail King Julien: Exiled and marries her in The Day Before Tomorrow. However, in King Julien is Watching You, Zora leaves Mort and decides to live with Uncle King Julien. But Mort doesn't really seem to mind that. (He got married???)

At the end, he smiles when all the fur of King Julien gets lost since he had a bath his own 'love' potion. (what does that mean- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN)

After the penguins left, King Julien says to Mort that he expected a "little more pizzazz". Then, Mort eats King Julien in one gulp and amazes King Julien since it is 'pizzazz". (PLEASE- WHAT THE FUCK)

Mort shoots cobwebs from his palms in Night Creatures. (spiderman confirmed?)

Mort also tries to keep and preserve King Julien’s body multiple times when he believes he is dead, going so far as to create a display box for his severed feet in Phantom of Club Moist. He also tried to preserve Julien’s body in Pineapple Of My Eye and Julien 2.0. (WHAT WHY????)

He can turn his head 180 degrees anticlockwise in The Good Book. (That tracks yeah.)

Smart Mort who is seen after Mort consumes coffee Political Mort (Political Mort lmao) “Groovy 60's cult leader” Mort from One More Cup, Part 2 when he drinks tea An unnamed violent version of Mort who is never seen in control, but who often poses aggressive ideas to the other Morts inside Mort's head (Seen in Pineapple Of My Eye and The Strife Aquatic). Mort says to his grandpa in Karl-Mageddon that this Mort accuses him of doing crimes that he can't remember committing. (What???????) Cool Mort who is seen in Who Arted?, when he goes to meet King Julien for dinner.

He can breath and survive in space, as shown in Zoo Tube. (WHY CAN HE BREATH IN SPACE??)

Also, in response to you showing his wiki page, I would like to raise you this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JpqPu2lSew

as someone who doesn't remember anything about the show, reading the whole wikia was a literal trip. pretty sure I choked more than 5 times just reading some of the paragraphs.

I genuinely wanna know what the crew meeting was like-

[harmcityherald]

I haven't had anything to eat all day. And dinner is up on the table thanks to my Wonderful Daughter-in-law. Artemesia loves to cook But the older she gets the more she just cooks for fun. She no longer appreciates the work that has to go into feeding everyone. There are 7 of us. So perhaps I just need to eat something just like the snickers bar commercial and change this foul mood that I've gotten myself into Because I hear them playing across the street and once again they don't even bother to invite me or even talk to me . My brother may even be over there jamming with them. He does that often and won't even stop by and at least say hello. I really went off on him the other night He texted me Right after I had written Face book about how much pain I was in And he texted me right away right away Saying You know you might feel better but I had a headache for 4 days And I feel pretty bad. I told him well I'm dead. And he sees no problem in it whatsoever To come down here into the neighborhood and jam with the guy across the street and not even stop and say hello to me. I told him he should stop by and see me something because I don't have much time left Not that you even care. I told him to shut up and never tell me about a headache or a stomach ache or whatever hell else Ever again. So then he texted me back trying to be apologetic and tell him that he would come down soon as he was able to jam with me And I just don't see it happening. He is a right wing Little turd ball Who only cares about himself and can't see past his own nose. If I told him that I had pain medicine Boy he would break my door down trying to come and visit me... I've always held it against him how much of my mother's pain medicine he would steal from her when she was dealing with her breast cancer and dying. They don't wanna jam with me because I'm too esoteric , Too wrapped up in post punk And I actually Write My own songs. Which actually none of them do. They're 50 years old and still playing Metallica covers. God damned losers if you ask me. They suffer a big loss Not jamming with me Because I am the only artist among them. Of course that goes to our definition of art And I shouldn't be saying those things Because they're judgementall and I shouldn't judge other people's approach to music just because it's not the way I approach music Which is as a way of life As almost a spiritual genetic genetic makeup that I have....

I wouldn't feel like Playing any more Metallica or Megadeth covers anyway. I spent enough time doing that. The difference between me and them Is that they have not evolved Not 1 little bit. Music is about evolution. It's about exploring the world of sound. Music is a way of life And if you're in your 50s And you are still playing The same covers And not even writing your own music whatsoever, Then what the hell are you actually doing ? So maybe I should be happy that I'm not a part of that. Let me sit down and eat. I'm getting my self mad over nothing. That's what I get for living on coffee and cigars. Maybe these chicken thighs will change my mind, But I'm sure They won't be As good as artemesia's. Last night when she sent me out to the store To pick up a few odds and ends I bought 2 big bags of chicken wings And presented them to her Saying I certainly hope you can do duplicate that recipe because Here is everything you need my dear. But my daughter-in-law She has the job of cooking dinner for everyone in the house Everyday of the week And she does not do a bad job at all. I silently here and now sing her praises. A lot of times if it wasn't for her I wouldn't eat at all. Which for me and my stomach cancer is a major issue. Trying to gain weight. Trying not to be a skeleton. And right now I'm kind of a pissed off skeleton And I really can't put my finger on the reason why. But I am thinking that maybe if I eat something I will feel better so I am going to sit down right now and eat my dinner.

Bones apple teeth

~ciao

[polyamorouspunk]

Little bit of a different post:

So, I've gotten an ask while my anon is off, and they asked to remain anonymous, so I'm going to answer here and then send it to them, but I think it's a good post to make, and I would love to hear any input anyone else like @safety-pin-punk has.

Hey so like, I never got to look the way I wanted when I was younger in terms of fashion, and in the past few years that's been changing and I'm coming into my own but something I've noticed is that it's really hard finding alternative fashion for larger men. I'm ~250 lbs and 5'6", and it's pretty discouraging that the only punk fashion I tend to see of guys my body shape is the bear community which I totally love but don't myself identify with. I've never been good at sewing and leather working skills, I'm much better at cooking, carpentry, and computers, so I was wondering if you or your many followers had any resources for guys like me? Etsy shops or something. I don't know, I feel like I can't be the only big guy who wants to look punk in addition to being punk.

There definitely is a skinny white majority you see in the punk scene along with honestly, I feel, like any other scene.

The bear community is great! But it's also just that- a community. And with any community that means that a lot of people are looking/dressing/acting very similar, so if you don't really relate to that then you don't relate to it.

But, a big part of the punk movement is also thrifting! There's this post I remember seeing on here that was criticizing a TikTok of someone being like "I bought these ugly giant pants at a thrift store and tailored them to look cute!" and they took like 3XL jeans to fit them (skinny). But that's what you can do! Go to a thrift store, get a pair of jeans that fits you, and start just making patches for them or whatever. Throw on some safety pins. Etc. My battle jacket is actually a 3XL biker jacket I got from the thrift store. I took some of the patches off and I painted over them to make my own. It was actually really easy to find that biker jacket, I'm really lucky, but I mean even just sweatshirts and sweatpants can be altered easily! That's what the whole punk movement is about! I have a shirt I found that was exactly what I was looking for at the thrift store my grandma works at to make a cryptid patch shirt for.

Etsy shops are great for getting the additions you need, like spikes or if you want someone else's patches, or if you want some button pins that aren't from Hot Topic, etc. Etsy is great for when you want to support independent, often minority creators with accessories for your own clothes, but thrifting is a great way to get plus-sized cheap clothing.

I feel like I myself even don't fit into "punk" the way I really want to. Not so much from my size but just how I really don't feel like I even come close to passing as a guy. I'm also very isolated (rural North Carolina) but I work in the city, but like even in my store I definitely don't fit in. I don't know anyone else punk geographically close to me except one trans guy in my art class who ended up dropping out. And he like. Passed way better than me and was way hotter than me. Does that matter? Literally no but I understand not feeling like you fit in both with "normal" people and with other "punk" people because I just don't feel... attractive enough? Like trust me I KNOW how stupid that sounds but especially in a gender sense when I look at punk guys I'm like damn I wish I looked like a dude but oh well.

Anyway I hope some of this was helpful and I'm sure Key will have something a lot more insightful to add. And I'll be sending you this post as well.

[anthromimicry]

alright, but i shall be posting more in-depth information about misao later, but here's a little headcanon about her: misao is indeed licensed as both a psychiatrist AND an art therapist, though she hasn't really gotten the chance to solely practice art therapy — seeing as arkham itself is an institution that is mainly based around talk therapy and... well, pharmacotherapy, though to a degree that it is unfortunately very corrupt and harmful to its patients. but misao herself often implements the things she learned while she was studying to become an art therapist into her psychotherapy, and she will almost always offer art supplies to her patients when she sees them.

this is because misao herself would argue that it could provide her with a visual representation of some feelings that they may have trouble articulating through words, or simply don't want to say aloud, which would more helpful in allowing her to best treat her patients than just talking to them. and i think i mentioned this in my doc, but that seems to make her kind of confusing in a way. because on one hand, it appears as if misao actually DOES care about the people that come into her office, but then she'll turn around and go do something as horrific as eat them so... you know 😬 misao herself comes off as kind of a walking contradiction BUT another thing about her is, she has this subconscious want to be loved by others and thus, i feel as if even if she might not actually care about her patients — misao does try pretty damn hard to look like it and not just to ' blend in, ' but in hopes that she will successfully charm people and have them speak only good things of her.

sooo yeah,, she is kind of a cake inside of a cake whenever it comes to how many layers there is to her LOL however, you absolutely do NOT want to mistake misao's desire to get people to like her as her having a high tolerance for any kind of digs made at her or aggressive behavior done towards her; and perhaps even behavior that could be misunderstood as negative. because trust me when i say that misao turns into a whole nother person whenever she feels as if she has been treated unfairly / insulted and this is when it seems like her quote unquote ' true colors ' most commonly reveal themselves. other than when others try to make an effort to restrict her freedom in any way, as that is very much a sore spot for her because as a child, although i will once again say that it was no one's fault... misao felt like she could never do anything for herself because she always had to put ryuuji's needs above her own and she only got to experience feeling ' liberated ' whenever she went out on her own.

but yeah. this is also something that is VERY rare for misao to do, but with one or two patients through the years... she has trusted them enough to hold the tarantula she keeps in the terrarium in her office as a sort-of abnormal attempt at pet therapy? so there's also that JSJSJ and yes, she does keep a terrarium in her office that's filled with a bunch of different insects (,: there has yet to be a rule in arkham that says a psychiatrist can't so i guess she figured, if she could do it, then why not... am i right? so, as for those who have characters who are patients in arkham that also have arachnophobia, you mayyy not want to make them look too closely at her terrarium ahahhhh. and this seems like a good stopping point so i'm just gonna leave you with that thought ☠️