#entry 18

[hornets-dream-journal]

had a dream that i was in some public restroom near the sinks with some woman who seemed to be my friend or at least acquaintance and she was telling me about how there's gonna be like an event of sorts where they show shota porn to drug users. and how she's glad they also provide therapy for stuff Other than drug addiction cuz everyone's gonna walk out with a new paraphilia. and i was like. i don't think watching shota porn would make any normal person attracted to little boys from real life, i think you'd need to already be kinda into little boys from real life to walk out that event being into little boys from real life. and she was like. no, everyone's capable to be attracted to people of any age, they just need to be shown people in that age group in the right context. you too would start being into little boys if i showed you some naked anime little boy drawings. and like i didnt have the energy to argue with someone this bonkers so i didnt mention im a lesbian lest she starts talking about either converting me to straight with naked little boy drawings or converting me to pedophile with naked little girl drawings. and i just kinda said something like. well maybe youre right. idk. and just kinda moved away slightly. n then my headphones turned off cuz my phone died and the turn off sound woked me up

[entry333]

OH CREEPY PALE GUY DOLL !!!!! i wanna remake that i think it would be fun :3 also hiiii tim really ran after him like a dog huh OH SHIT HES HAVING A SEIZURE !!!!! i wonder what causes those....oh shit he spoke ? he said no....for some reason i was convinced they cant speak um guess its just headcannon then :p

oh he brought a knife hrmmmmm interesting things to consider

[shisasan]

To dance, to move your body in the old ancient ways, like waves in the ocean.

🜍 ⟡ ⟢

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

12 Blowbang

Zhongli x Reader / NSFW / Not canon-compliant / Reader is an adventurer / Dark mud doing weird things / Body horror (?) / Reader hallucinates about having a blowbang with her crush and it somehow turns into a live show for Zhongli / Trust me, it makes sense lol

You coughed uncontrollably as the heavy dust settled. Parts of the domain had already collapsed by the time you had entered it. You should've thought twice about continuing the expedition then, but the two of you had already come too far to turn back now.

"Did you see that?" You asked Zhongli.

Either you were hallucinating now, or something really had moved up ahead. You turned around, expecting to find the Wangsheng consultant right behind you.

"Zhongli?" You called out to him.

Nothing answered you but resounding echoes of your own voice. You drew in a shaky breath. Great. Somehow, you had managed to get separated from your companion in this underground labyrinth.

The narrow passageways were illuminated by wall sconces that emitted a pale blue glow. You removed one of the torches from their mounts to take with you in case you entered an area without ample light. Every so often, a puddle of strange black sludge would appear in your path and you would have to carefully maneuver around it. The stench and popping noises made your skin crawl. Upon observation, the mud seemed to boil and drink in any light that came near, including the stone torch in your hand. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you should not let that stuff touch your skin.

This was not your first time exploring the Dunyu ruins. As a seasoned Adventurer, you were well aware of the dangers that lurked in places like these. Rather than fear and avoidance, your passion for exploring the unknown always persevered. As your good friend Zhiqiong used to say, it's a personal choice. You could stay in the city, get a mundane job and live in safety and monotony, or you could pursue the secrets of the world and bear witness to sights that few have the courage to find.

Zhongli was someone you never expected would join you on an expedition, but his knowledge on the mysterious Dunyu Ruins proved invaluable to you. He possessed a vision also, so up until you got separated from him, you had never felt safer down here.

The familiar sound of bubbling drifted into your ears, signifying another puddle of mud up ahead. The smell was concentrated, meaning this one was larger than the others you had encountered. You held up your torch, only for it to immediately dim. In panic, you pulled it back quickly. The brief light revealed that the passage in front of you was completely covered in black sludge. You had two choices, turn back or walk through it.

With a heavy heart, you turned around. Suddenly, a hissing sound emited from the ground. The light of your torch dimmed even more. While you were preoccupied with the sludge ahead, a puddle had formed right behind you, cutting off your exit. A wave of nausea came over you as you hurriedly made your way over the inky sludge. Your torch was almost completely dead by the time you cleared the distance. Luckily, you made it back far enough to where the wall sconces were still brightly lit. Without delay, you swapped out your dim torch for a bright one and continued back the way you had come in search of your companion.

"Zhongli?" You shouted, a bit of shakiness tainting your voice. "Can you hear me?"

The more you shouted, the more you inhaled whatever questionable gases were permeating the air. Another bout of sizzling met your ears. You had stepped into another puddle. They seemed to be popping up everywhere now, as if actively attempting to corner you.

You turned a corner, then another. Head spinning and face burning with an unnatural flush, you finally stumbled into a large open cavern. An enormous pool of black sludge covered half of the ground. At the edge stood a familiar figure.

"Zhongli? Archons… I finally found you!"

You ran up to him and threw your arms around him from behind, so relieved that you forgot that you and Zhongli were only mere acquaintances. Truth was, you were one of the handsome consultant's many admirers. When he offered to accompany you, your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. It wasn't like you never imagined getting trapped in a domain with your crush like a scene from one of the Inazuman light novels you indulged in from time to time. You just never actually considered something like this could actually happen to you.

The vapors rising from the sludge made your head swim. Zhongli was surprisingly unfazed by the effects of the black substance. Fortunately, your senses weren't completely silenced. A cold draft rippled through your body and intense bubbling met your ears. You shuttered, looking down. You didn't even realize the lamp in your hand had fallen into the mud. Your feet were glued in place, legs covered in the inky substance all the way up to your knees.

All of a sudden, you could feel another presence behind you. A third figure had materialized out of nowhere. There was not nearly enough light for you to see who these other individuals were. Three pairs of glowing amber eyes stared down at you all at once. One of the figures even had a pair of horns sprouting from his head.

"Zhongli? What's going on?" You asked in a small voice.

Your companion had not uttered a single word since you reunited with him. He looked right into your eyes, gaze hallow, apathetic even. You trembled under the unwavering stare. A bottomless abyss beckoned to you, waiting to swallow you whole.

The black sludge had already soaked into your skirt. Everywhere it touched, your skin tingled. Fogginess invaded your mind again and your breathing grew heavier by the second. Zhongli placed a hand on your face. The sensation came with a wet coldness. You stood there in a daze, letting your warmth drain through your skin and into his body. The next thing you knew, cold lips were pressed against yours. The sensation had you shivering. You felt a hand splay across your waist, seeping underneath your shirt. The tingling followed, spreading everywhere you were being touched. In an instant, your senses were overwhelmed and your mind was in disarray. A feverish warmth bloomed within you.

The horned figure pressed against your body from behind, lips descending on your neck. You writhed, letting out a startled gasp. The remaining figure, the hooded one, made his way over to you as well. The faint glow of his golden irises rendered his face visible to you once he was close enough. You turned your head, eyes falling on the horned figure behind you. He too had Zhongli's face.

You heard your name being called, but none of the three figures had opened their lips. Every inch of fabric covering your body had been soaked through by the dark mud. It gradually rearranged your body, bending your knees underneath you. An icy hand grabbed your jaw, forcing your lips to part. Another held your head up by grasping your hair. Your eyelids were sealed shut by cold, wet sludge. It dripped down your face and into your lips.

Something thick and hard slapped against your cheek. You made a muffled sound as the object was shoved into your mouth. It throbbed as you begrudgingly sucked on it, resulting in an explosion of wet and cold liquid spilling down your throat. You choked on the unexpected sensation, throat convulsing uncontrollably. The object was finally pulled out, allowing you to draw breath just before another was shoved in its place. The lack of light made it impossible for you to make out what it was you were taking into your mouth, but each one was larger than the last. You moaned helplessly as your mouth was stuffed full and pumped with a fresh load of whatever it was you've been swallowing. It didn't taste like anything you've ever had, cold and unsettling. You struggled not to gag as your throat was being invaded. The heat in your body had not dispersed, getting more intense as your mouth was used repeatedly, without any regard or rest.

A whimper emitted from your lips, currently wrapped around a large shaft. Shallow ribs dug into the inside of your mouth and throat. The sensation was undeniably erotic. By now, you could already tell what it was you were sucking on. A feverish blush spread over your cheeks.

How was this even happening? So many things were wrong with this scenerio. The gentle and reserved consultant you knew would never do such obscene acts to you. So all of this must somehow be happening within your own head. You were the one subconsciously asking to be treated this way. Why were you seeing three of him though? And how were you conjuring him in clothing you had never seen him in before? None of this made any sense to you, especially that one version of him with horns sprouting from his head. That could not have actually been the consultant. Even if you had fallen into the clutches of hallucination, your respect and admiration for your companion helped you to retain a shred of your consciousness.

You choked on yet another mouthful of cum, but the coldness had you suspecting it was anything but that. The inky substance covering your body had a similar temperature and consistency. How much of it had you swallowed?

A concerned voice called out your name from somewhere above you.

You moaned weakly. The sludge covering your lips and tongue prevented you from forming any coherent words.

"My dear, this is not good… If you can hear me, follow my voice."

Reality and hallucination blended at the edges. Your heart beat with renewed strength. You breathed heavily, summoning the willpower to push away the hands that had your body pinned to the ground. It was a desperate struggle, since your captor was a formless pool of liquid that sought to infiltrate you through every hole and crevice it could access. As you crawled in the direction of the voice, the sludge seemed to have grown a mind of its own, pursuing you like a predator stalking its escaping prey.

"That's it. Just a little further, dear." The voice guides you with an assuredness that defies all your fears.

You reach out, but as soon as you raised your hand, several cold and wet hands emerge from the sludge and pull it down. Even now, you could feel if trying to enter you through your lips. You felt around blindly with your hands, searching desperately for the source of the voice. The closer you got, the more familiar it sounded.

"My hand is right in front of you. Take it."

Zhongli? You could hear him clearly now. The deep and comforting sound of his voice filled you with hope. Your hand caught his and for the first time in a while, you felt something that was neither wet or cold. With a heave, he tugged your entire body out of the black sludge, droplets scattering in the air like loose beads. The wet blindfold over your eyes snapped, disintegrating as it fell. You collapsed on the ground beside Zhongli, vomiting and coughing up the bits you had ingested. The edge of the sludge had retreated, as if sulking from the defeat. It left behind a clearing with dry stone between you and the exit.

"How are you feeling, dear? That must've been quite frightening, wasn't it?" Zhongli comforted you, stroking your back as you threw up everything you had swallowed.

Frightening yes, you thought, but there was also an element of indulgence that you were hesitant to share with your oblivious companion. He would be disgusted with you if he found out what exactly was going on inside your head while the sludge was trying to take you. You couldn't even say you put up a fight. It was as if the sludge could read your mind, presenting itself in a recognizeable form, Zhongli in your case, and manifesting a scenario where you would willingly give up all resistance. It just so happened you had a crush on your companion, found him undeniably attractive and couldn't help imagining certain things happening between the two of you in these dark and unpredictable places.

"I'm fine now." You panted, catching your breath now that you had the chance.

"I was afraid I had found you too late. Here, put this on." He shrugged off his coat and handed it to you.

It was only then that you glanced down at your own body and realized the state of your clothes. The sludge must've had a corrosive affect on the fabric. Whole stretches had been eaten through, leaving patches of skin exposed. There were faint burn marks on some areas of your body, mostly your legs since they had been submerged the longest.

"Thank you." You wrapped the coat around your body tightly. "Did you see anything when you got here? Or was everything I saw just my imagination?"

It took every drop of your willpower to ask this one question. You held your breath as you waited on his answer, which would either make you wish you had actually been swallowed up by the sludge or relieved he got to you in time.

An unreadable expression settled briefly over Zhongli's face. He coughed unnaturally, something he only did when he struggled to express the words he wanted to say.

The bottom fell from your stomach.

"The dark mud that flows through these ruins is more potent compared to that which is found in the Chasm due to its distance from the Celestial Nail. Without the nail to supress the abyssal corruption here, it may take on certain forms in order to lure in potential victims so that it may grow…"

Your face had gotten even redder in the time he took to give that explanation. "So it's all just abyssal corruption… It wasn't actually real, right? You didn't actually see anything, did you?"

"I…" Zhongli drew in a shallow breath, suddenly unable to look you in the eye. A rare flush dusted his cheeks. "I did indeed."

You fell silent as your greatest fear was proven true.

"Oozing concretions will sometimes assume physical form in order to propagate and absorb energy. What you experienced was a mere projection of the knowledge it had assimilated from your mind as well as those it had gathered from before you. That includes mines as well…" He spoke calmly, but his words were anything but calming.

"It got you too?" You asked, momentarily distracted from your own embarrassment.

Zhongli nodded. "I suspected there was a substantial amount of abyssal corruption here so I had done some observations by myself prior to this excursion. Unfortunately, I had stepped into the mud while fighting off some enemies and as a result of that mishap, left behind some remnants of my memory. The other appearances of me that you did not recognize were all forms I had taken in the past. There is much I have not told you about myself. If you care to know more, I can tell you, but here is certainly not the place."

You agreed, leaving behind the dark mud that had nearly swallowed you. It was already dark out when you exited the underground ruins. The shadows hid the uncertainty on your face. Your heart hammered away inside your ribcage with every step you took beside Zhongli. Your fingers folded incessantly against each other inside your sleeves.

His words confirmed that he had seen all the things you had, including what his projections had been doing to you before he intervened and dragged you out. How was he still walking beside you with that soft smile on his lips? Didn't he find what he saw disturbing and disrespectful? Your confusion was warranted. He was acting like he didn't mind you having sexual fantasies about him.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." You uttered under your breath. "Let's pretend we don't known each other if it makes things too uncomfortable."

He stole a glance at you, sighing. "When you invited me to join you on this trip, I presumed that you were ready… I was glad. Do you truly not see the possibility, even after all that has happened between us today?"

Your breath caught in your throat, ears ringing with the words that had just come out of Zhongli's mouth. Can you imagine being with him? Of course, you could imagine him in all sorts of ways. That's all you ever did, imagine it. Zhongli, as your lover? In all your years of knowing this man, he never struck you as someone who was looking for a romantic relationship. You even teased him for having a rock for a heart, despite how kind and personable he had always been to you and all those around him.

"It worries me every time you venture off into such places." His hand brushes against yours, enveloping it firmly in his grasp. "You prefer to travel alone. As so, I cannot be certain that you made it back safely until I see you in person. Each time you return, you bring stories of what you had experienced while away."

"You're a good listener." You remarked.

Zhongli enjoyed listening to stories just as much as he loved telling them. That was how the two of you had gotten along so well. His stories inspired you and yours were equally compelling to him. Between the two of you, there were endless conversations to be had.

"I would much rather witness these stories first-hand. If you would allow me to, that is." He drew in a heavy breath. The grip around your hand tightened. "I can't help but fear that something would happen, like today. It would forever rob me of the chance…"

"Zhongli, I…" You were too flustered to even begin stringing together your scattered thoughts.

Zhongli's free hand rose up to cup your cheek. You sucked in an unsteady breath, heart beating rapidly with his every word. The touch was gentle, careful as if he was afraid of spooking you. His face hovered over yours, breath tickling your nose.

"I cannot be satisfied being a simple acquaintance to you." He confessed, lips a mere whisper from yours. "Being a friend will not do it either. Do you understand?"

Your eyes fluttered shut as you nodded. His lips descended on yours, pressing into them with unexpected fervency. Your breaths dissolved into sighs, lips melting into his. It was nothing like the kiss you experienced back in the ruins with his projection. His lips were warm and soft against yours. Even though you could taste a hint of urgency in them, it caused your chest to tighten with a satisfying ache.

Zhongli held you firmly in place with a hand at the small of your back. His lips caressed yours slowly, drawing them between his own and sucking on them gently in an almost deliberate show of restraint. Your knees grew weak as the seconds turned into minutes. He finally released you after you let out a little whine, pushing at his chest.

He chuckled, seeing how breathless you were from a mere kiss.

"You trying to suffocate me?" You pouted, face flushed with an alluring dash of pink.

"It would take something else to do that." He replied without a drop of sarcasm. "Come to think of it, you have quite the wild imagination, darling. If I did not see it with my own eyes, I would never believe it."

Zhongli's thumb brushed against your puffy bottom lip, which had received most of his attention. His eyes darkened at the vivid memory of what these sweet lips of yours had been doing when he found you. He had only ever dared to picture them pouting and smiling at him while in conversation, so seeing you on your knees with your mouth stuffed full of his cocks was nothing short of bizarre. Even after emerging from the domain, he was still having trouble wrapping his mind around what he had seen. How would he go about seeing you this often if that image would surface in his mind without warning?

While he was undoubtedly glad to have witnessed that scene, since it banished all doubts in his mind of you merely wanting to keep things platonic, he also wished he hadn't seen it. To have such an intimate fantasy of yours revealed to him, you must've been humiliated.

"Why, are you intimidated?" You challenged with a giggle. "I'm not easy to satisfy."

He hummed in approval. It looked like the kiss had helped you get over the initial embarrassment quite well. If you could accept his proposal of becoming closer than friends, then what had happened in the domain today would be less of a thorn between the two of you.

"Why would I be, hmm? If you wish to reenact such a performance, I can oblige. Perhaps it's still a bit too soon, but I can make that promise nonetheless."

"You're not human, are you, Zhongli?" You asked warily, recalling that one of his projections took the form of a horned adeptus.

Zhongli nodded. "That is correct."

You sucked in a breath, mind drifting back to how different that particular version of him was from the Zhongli standing in front of you this very moment. For one, he was much taller and possessed a long scaly tail and glowing amber horns. More specifically, he was rather unique down there in a way that made your heart race and your face flush. You had always been an adventurous soul, in all matters of speaking. Bedroom activities were no exception.

"How accurate is the mud?" You asked him.

Zhongli's eyes glowed with simmering intensity. "I suppose you can find out when the time comes."

[zziodyne]

entry for a dtiys on insta :3

[bored-butneverboring]

christening this sideblog with the companion art piece i did for my upcoming anxienn human au fic. UPcoming cuz i had the initial beta read done but haven't started the second draft LMAO

[univemma]

thunderbolts* means a lot to me not just bc its a good mcu movie, but because the message is ultimately the same one i discovered several years ago and what has ultimately got me here today: mental illness WILL fuck you in the ass, but your friends will provide the aftercare <3

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

[continued from here] [first post for October 18th]

Akihiko pulls a long, slow breath in and out through his nose. He feels both relaxed and energized, loose-limbed and pleasantly charged the way he does after a good warm up. His eyes have even drifted closed at some point.

So that’s what a second awakening is like, huh? He wouldn’t have guessed it would be so…comfortable. The brand new presence in the back of his head is unmistakably different from Polydeuces, but just as effortlessly familiar. Had it been the same way for Amada?

He opens his eyes to find Shinji staring at nothing in particular, his mouth slack with surprise. As Akihiko watches, his gaze refocuses but loses none of its astonishment as it snaps to meet Akihiko’s own.

“...Aki, what the hell was that?” 

For a moment, Akihiko isn’t certain what he’s talking about. The only thing he can think of is… “Wait,” he replies. “You saw it too?” Were second awakenings actually visible to everyone? Or maybe just to Persona users? And outside of the Dark Hour, too–

“I–” Shinji clutches loosely at the front of his hospital gown with his free hand. He drops his gaze again, his brow furrowed in concentration, eyes darting back and forth like he’s trying to examine the inside of his own heart. “Castor, he…”

Oh. Everything suddenly clicks into place. It hadn’t been Akihiko’s awakening Shinji had seen.

“Yeah.” Akihiko is taken by surprise when the word comes out as a breathless laugh. “Me too. Polydeuces isn’t there anymore. It’s Cincinnatus now.”

Shinji’s mouth twitches upwards and he snorts softly. Akihiko suffers a moment of intense confusion before he realizes: mister-history-buff probably recognizes the name. He wonders what it says about him that Shinji finds funny; he’ll have to remember to look it up when he gets the chance.

The amusement slides from Shinji’s expression, replaced with befuddled concentration. His fingers curl and uncurl in the fabric over his chest. His other hand– the one still clasped solidly with Akihiko’s– flexes too. It doesn’t seem like he even realizes he’s doing it.

“Hey,” Akihiko murmurs, concerned. He’d been so caught up in how easy his own re-awakening had been that he’d just assumed it had gone the same for Shinji, and he probably shouldn’t have. After all, Shinji’s first awakening to Castor hadn’t exactly been…a peaceful event. He leans in a little closer and gives Shinji’s hand a brief squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’s wrong, that just felt–” Shinji’s jaw works silently for a moment. “So damn weird. It’s not– It isn’t bad, but it’s–”

“It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Shinji runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he’s never been able to break even after he started wearing a hat nearly twenty-four-seven (his other hand still hasn’t let go of Akihiko’s, and the realization hits like a bolt of giddy adrenaline). “I ain’t a fan of not knowin’ why it happened either.” 

“It happened to Amada too,” Akihiko says. “When he told us about it, Mitsuru said that it was something there had been theories about for a while, but that they’d never actually seen happen before. The idea is that if a person changes enough, their Persona can change too. She called it a ‘second awakening’.”

“Huh…” Shinji laughs. Just once, and the sound is thin and utterly exhausted. “I guess they recognized the promise we made too,” he says, slanting a tired, crooked smile at Akihiko.

It’s hard to breathe suddenly, like the tide of warm gratitude and affection that floods his chest is taking up all the space usually reserved for his lungs. He swallows past the knot in his throat.

“Yeah, I– I-I think they did.” Akihiko’s voice rushes out in a thick, emotional whisper.

His grip on Shinji’s hand tightens and the movement tugs Akihiko another centimeter forward. It strikes him now, for the first time, that he’s been leaning in like this for a while now. 

It strikes him, as well, just how little distance there is between him and Shinji’s smiling mouth– near enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin. 

It would take so little effort to close that gap entirely, wouldn’t it?

The thought makes his jaw ache and his breath skip in his chest.

…What thought would that be, exactly? 

What the hell is he thinking? 

What the hell is he doing–?!

He can’t just–

He can’t.

He’s still leaning in closer to Shinji as though drawn by gravity, but he wrenches his attention away from the stupid, catastrophic impulse that had almost overcome him.

Instead Akihiko presses his forehead to Shinji’s and closes his eyes.

It’s an old, familiar gesture between them, and the wave of comfort it brings is so intense that it even overpowers (most of) his mortification, leaving him feeling very close to serene. 

Shinji sighs, long and relaxed, just as soothed by the gesture as Akihiko is. Mercifully, he says nothing about what Akihiko had nearly done.

He’ll think about that narrowly averted disaster later.

[softquietsteadylove]

I think gil and thena from the Actors Au should get it together and fuck raw and nasty, to relieve some tension you know.

Thena skirted around Gil for the fridge. He eyed her but remained at the sink. She needed something cool to settle her nerves. She still felt overheated.

Their shoot had been...strenuous. It was a vanity shoot, somewhat...sensual in nature.

Gil was sitting in this jagged constructed throne, to represent his new golden age on the action scene. She was accompanying him, since they had so many projects together over the past few years, and she had also started doing more action and stunt work. And then, the shoot director had said, 'what if we get one with Thena on your lap?'.

And it was all downhill from there.

She and Gil were close friends--that was how she had always described it. No matter what rumours there were, or online buzz or speculation within the industry, they were friends. They were colleagues who had become indispensable parts of each other's lives since first meeting and working together.

And maybe it would be lying to say that she didn't have feelings for him, but that wasn't the kind of thing she needed out there on the record. It was exactly because she and Gil worked together so often and so closely that those feelings needed to remain platonic to the greater public's knowledge.

Gil was too important - too precious - to risk in any way. Not only was he her closest friend in a very public world of work, but he was also present in Sprite's life in a way she had never dared to dream of having before. It wasn't like she had pushed to have some random boyfriend get along with her sister, Sprite adored Gil. She idolized him, and he adored her likewise. If anything, Sprite seemed to respect Gil as a parent figure more than Thena really felt she ever got from her own sister (but whatever).

So, when they said get on Gil's lap, perhaps she had gotten a little flustered. And Gil, having sensed it in her, had become outspokenly protective over her, saying that wasn't the kind of shoot they had signed onto.

The director had attempted to amend the instruction, suggesting what if she just sat on the arm of the throne and Gil put his arm around her? Less blatantly suggestive, at least.

And she had, her dress flowing around her legs, garishly red heels glinting with the lights on them. Gil had slid his hand to the small of her back--a familiar motion for them.

It was fine, really. The buzz of a studio created a lot of filler noise. She didn't think Gil had been as acutely aware of her own breathing as she herself had been. And surely he had no way of knowing that putting her hand on his chest to balance herself had flustered her more than she wanted to admit.

Thena glanced at Gil sidelong. He was also looking at her, leaving them both to rush their eyes away as if they hadn't been caught in the act. This was getting ridiculous.

Gil cleared his throat, the most eager to clear the air. "A-Are you hungry?"

Her stomach felt like it was on the spin cycle like a washing machine. "Not particularly."

Gil looked at the sink again, tapping the edge of it idly. "Me neither."

The silence was suffocating, and only served to make them even more tense than they already were. Thena made her way around the end of the couch, Gil moved around the other end, an ocean's width away.

She took in a slow breath. She was behaving like a child, she told herself. It wouldn't do to make Gil uncomfortable, and her little crush on him wasn't his problem. "I'm sure they'll be received well."

"Yeah," he chuckled, although she had never heard a laugh of his sound so strained. She would never have believed he could act so poorly, given their profession. "Shoots like that are always popular, huh?"

"Hm." This was getting them nowhere. She uncurled her legs, letting the light material of her sundress fall away from her knees.

Gil watched it for just a second before snapping his eyes up to hers. "A little out of line for him to ask you to...do that."

Thena pursed her lips faintly. It wasn't like actors never did vanity shoots for promotion. Some actors still ended up in promotional relationships for the sake of publicity. The thought rattled her. "Wouldn't have been the first time."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

She bit her lip. He was so sweet, but had such a deeply protective side, always speaking up for her even if he could face consequences in his career for it. It didn't help her feelings for him at all.

"Wouldn't be the first time I sat on your lap, though."

Gil looked shocked by it.

She just wanted him to feel better about it, though. She did her best to not seem embarrassed at the memory, combing her fingers through her hair. "That spy flick with all the tension?--one of the setups for a cutaway was me straddling you on some chair, wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah," Gil muttered, eyeing her. "I can't remember if that made the final cut."

She couldn't bear to watch it. She never watched herself in her own works anyway, and the thought of watching her slobber all over Gil in any setting was faintly mortifying to her. "I wouldn't know."

Gil got up from his end of the couch, muttering something about a beer. "You want anything?"

She turned on the couch to look back at him. Her hair slipped off her shoulder. Gil was twisted in such a way that the lines in his arm were even more pronounced than normal. God, she needed to get her mind on something else. "I'm fine."

"Hey."

Thena let out a yelp--something between a gasp and a shriek. She slapped her hand over her mouth. It was a humiliating sound to let out when all Gil had done was lean over her shoulder. She gulped, hoping her ears weren't turning red.

"Sorry," he murmured, and she could almost swear he was purring it. "Didn't mean to startle you."

She waited for him to lean out of her space, but she could feel him hovering there, waiting for something from her. "It's okay."

"You okay?" he asked gently, and she swore that he knew what his low, sultry tone was doing to her. "You seem...tense."

What was this, a porno disguised as a tv drama? She gulped. "Perhaps."

"Yeah, I guess I am too."

Thena inhaled more deeply as Gil brushed her hair over her shoulder again. It wasn't the first time the had been borderline handsy with one another. She was comfortable with Gil touching her. But the way the tips of his fingers brushed over the bare skin of her neck made her shiver.

"You sure you're not thirsty?"

If he only knew. Thena licked her lips, holding her breath as she felt him lean even closer to her. "Parched, actually."

They knew each other well enough to understand they were never talking about water--they were never talking about drinking anything at all. Thena turned and Gil leaned over the back of the couch. Their hands went to each other's cheeks. He tilted her head up for him, tangling his fingers in her light waves of blonde. Thena dragged him closer like a desperate woman trying to take a gulp of air.

They both moaned into each other's mouths. Their tongues tangled, although they were torn between kissing and needing air. They went back and forth, making out like teenagers and coming up for breath every few seconds.

Thena moaned as Gil vaulted the couch and had her in his arms. Oh, these arms of his and the thoughts they had brought to her mind. She ached to be enfolded in them in a way she could never, ever describe to another living being.

Gil was firm, also hungry, but still gentle with her. He didn't throw himself on her, he positioned himself above her. He let his knee dig into the couch cushion while he let just her light sundress come between them.

Thena gasped, her breathing getting higher and thinner and faster. Gil's hand trailed from the edge of her dress up her legs.

"Tell me to stop."

"No."

That was all it took.

Thena dug her nails into his shoulder as his fingers trailed up her inner thigh so quickly she almost wondered if he'd always had this level of skill. Her panties were no match for him and she let out a similarly embarrassing noise as before when he swiped the pads of his fingers up through her lips.

"Thena," he moaned almost directly into her ear. He was cradling her under him so preciously, and yet he was also pumping two fingers into her already. "I've wanted this."

She bit her lip again. She had wanted this so badly, for so long. So long she could never tell him. "Hm."

"Come on," he coaxed - teased, actually - her into tell him more. "I know you liked that Maxim shoot I did."

Her breath hitched, and another part of her hitched, too (mortifying). Gil chuckled in her ear and she bit down on his in return. Gently, but enough for him to know she didn't appreciate the taunting. "That's-!"

Gil picked up pace, angling his knuckles in just the right way to have her truly writhing under him. "Fuck, you're tight. Close?"

Right on the edge. Thena drove her head backwards into the throw pillow half under her head and half falling over from their rush of movement. She gripped his shoulders tighter, just like how she had imagined getting her hands on them would feel. They were so thick, she didn't think she would break the skin no matter how hard she tried.

"Come one, sweetie," he breathed. She didn't think he would be so devillish amidst the act. "Just come."

"Gil," she panted. It sounded stringy and frantic to her ear. The last time she had come from another living being's touch was...too long ago to think about. She squeezed her eyes shut. "I...I...I...that's-!"

Gil held his fingers still, even angled her hips as she came, his hand up her dress like they were filming something unseen but heartfelt. He held her like a handful of something, like it was so easy for him to have her in the palm of his hand. "That's it."

Thena panted, facing up to the high, high ceilings of her home. She laid an arm over her eyes. Her clarity was already creeping up on her. They shouldn't have done this. All she'd had to do was exercise some self control and she wouldn't have let Gil make her come on her couch in broad daylight from a little fingering. "Gil-"

"That's it," he whispered to her. He moved her arm, to her initial horror, but only so he had room to kiss her. He was a good kisser. "Feel better?"

She pinched her lips closed tight. She wasn't a pet he was giving a treat to leave him alone. She opened her eyes to glare at him, but no matter how teasing he sounded, he looked just as riled up as she felt. His eyes were dark, he was breathing heavily.

The shape of him was clear even through the heavy denim of his jeans. The length of him too.

"Sorry," he grunted, knowing where she was looking. He sounded truly discomforted. "Honestly, I've been halfway there since that damn photoshoot."

Blood rushed through her veins, equal parts fluster and hunger. It was admittedly nice to know that she hadn't been alone in her feelings over that.

Gil leaned over her again, and he looked infuriatingly handsome at this angle. "Saying it was a bad idea for you to be on my lap was more for my sake--sorry."

Oh, it had done her a favour too, Thena knew deeply. But she gave him a smile, "they don't have to know."

"No one has to know," he whispered to her before leaning in for another kiss. This one was sweeter and gentler than their previous devouring of each other.

Thena tried to savour it, resolving that it was the last she could allow them to engage in behaviour like this.

But he was just so good at kissing her.

Gil groaned as their bodies fused together even more tightly. She didn't even know how he was wearing dark jeans in LA heat like this. "Fuck, Thena, I'm-"

She giggled faintly, and it was his ears to charmingly turn a vibrant red. "Sorry--your predicament, as it were."

Gil gave her a look but ruffled his own hair. "Either we gotta stop here, or - I dunno - I need-"

Thena gulped. She was supposed to tell him to stop. They were friends, and worked together, and that was too important to give into physical desire. But she could feel him against her belly, and her whole body was too hot, and she could smell his aftershave and maybe a little musk of sweat. "What do you need?"

"You."

Thena pulled him in again, her other hand doing its best to find his jeans button. Gil leaned away from her, caught between being close enough to keep kissing but getting his belt off and his pants undone.

She pouted as he was finally forced to lean all the way up to dispose of his clothes entirely. Her lower belly clenched at the sight of him. She pressed her legs together.

But returned to her, burying his nose in the side of her neck, pulling off the thin little straps of her dress from her shoulders. It buttoned in the front, but the buttons went all the way down.

"I'll buy you a new one."

Thena had no complaints as he pulled the dress apart, a few flimsy buttons no match for his strength. He threw the dress open like a book cover, and she gasped as her bare skin hit the air.

"Won't need these either."

He slid her panties down her leg and tossed them away like they were nothing. She almost lamented that she hadn't exactly prepared herself to be ravished after her work day. But her mind was immediately occupied as Gil rubbed his tip against her clit.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

Why he felt the need to expound such mortifying things was beyond her. She rolled her head to the side, refusing to face that truth head on. She squirmed as he dragged his fingers through the blonde hair there.

"You're cute," he pressed a kiss to her cheek as he pushed into her.

"Fuck!" The first one escaped her, and then it was just one, long moan as he pushed in right to the hilt. Feeling him inside of her was so foreign - so extraordinary - she couldn't think. Her chest burned, she gasped and moaned, her whole body trembled.

"Shit," Gil cursed as well, grinding them together at the base. "You feel so fucking good, sweetheart."

She rippled around him. Hearing him call her 'sweetheart' was like music to her ears. She moaned as he started moving already. "Gil!"

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips already moving for him. He leaned up from her, holding her hips with his head tipped back faintly. "You feel so fucking good, oh my god. Fuck, Thena, you're amazing."

She bit her lip. She couldn't remember ever having a physical partner be so vocal, or rather in such a positive way. She clenched around him again.

"Shit," he huffed and puffed. Gil was never this talkative normally, but the idea that the haze of pleasure was also getting to him assured her that at least some of her feelings were mutual. "I'm gonna come way too quick like this."

She bit her lip again. What a charming thing to admit. She sighed and drifted her hands over his chest. "Just come, then."

"No fuckin' way."

Thena blinked as he pulled out of her--completely without warning! "Wh-"

But Gil had other plans. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him and angling her hips upwards. His cock was looking painfully upright, a furious colour and glistening from their interrupted activities. "No way I'm coming in two seconds like an idiot when I've got a woman like you with me."

She didn't have time to ask what he meant. He pushed into her again, scraping all sides of her in this new position. She arched her back, lifting off the couch completely. "Gil!"

"That's it, beautiful, call my name all you want."

When did he get so sexy? Thena moaned even louder than before as he started thrusting harder and faster. His hand dragged down from her cheek, trailing between her rippling breasts until he could press his palm to her belly.

"Feel good?" he all but growled at her. But she didn't mind. Not when he was pounding his cock into her like a clock pendulum counting the seconds.

"So good," she whined, feeling her coil tighten. Her toes curled and her knees angled inwards towards Gil between them. He let her, his flanks more than strong enough to endure it. "Fuck, Gil, I-"

Gil's hand dragged down further, toying with her clit roughly, but not completely without technique. "Come for me, sweetheart. Just fuckin' come."

"I am, I'm coming, fuck," she panted. Her hands reached out for him, but he was well out of reach in their position.

"C'mere," he grunted as he tangled their fingers together. "I've got you."

"Gil!" Thena bellowed. She came hard, harder than she could remember coming recently. Nor did she ever consider sex as a need high on her list before. Yet another way in which Gil had destroyed her ability to apply reason and behave logically.

Fuck, he just felt so good inside of her.

"Thena!" he roared in return, offering reciprocation of her ecstasy. He shot into her with vigor, their hips crashing together. They were already a mess of limbs, her couch was a mess and their clothes were everywhere. What was a mere mixing of fluids?

Thena panted for breath, their linked fingers tightening and relaxing with each breath. Her whole body was relieved of the static tingling through it, unravelling completely.

"Holy fuck." Gil never cursed this freely, spoke so casually. It was charming, sexy with its own kind of charm. "That was fucking incredible."

Thena attempted to laugh, but she was too breathless. "Well said."

Their bodies were equally sheened with sweat, she could say with confidence as Gil leaned over her again. But he was still careful not to crush her, cradling her cheeks and kissing her rather romantically.

"Fuck," he cursed again, just to pull away and look at her in a way that made her more nervous than the sex. "You're incredible."

She looked away, unable to stare down the barrel of his open adoration. It felt girlish to get done devouring each other carnally and then blush from him making eyes at her. She just barely managed to trail her fingertips down the slope of his chest. "You're were quite remarkable yourself."

He chuckled, which rippled all the way through him and into her. He got right next to her ear again, "glad I could satisfy."

Oh, she was more than satisfied, she felt downright sedated. She squeezed his shoulder, though. "We can't be lying here naked when Sprite gets home."

"Right, right, the kid," he chuckled. If anything, her hormonally ecstatic brain was celebrating how Gil made it sound as if Sprite was just as much his as hers. He patted her backside, "c'mon."

Thena pulled her dress around herself as best she could. With the heat of the moment passed, she was just naked in the middle of the day. She looked around, hoping her underwear wasn't too much further away. She would have to vacuum up the buttons of her dress later. Or let the roomba find them.

Gil was the one find to her panties, unfortunately, handing them to her like it was nothing, on his way to finding his own clothes. "I'll throw this stuff in the wash if you wanna take the upstairs shower."

There was another shower in the downstairs bathroom. She had never imagined it had a real use - Sprite had her own bathroom and shower as well - until now.

He grinned at her as he tossed his shirt over his shoulder, "we should clean ourselves up, right?"

She gave him a stubborn pout. He knew good and goddamn well he was all over the insides of her thighs right now.

But Gil leaned over to kiss her again. She never considered herself much of a kisser, but Gil...they were slobbering all over each other again.

"Any regrets?" he asked her clearly and plainly. Sex really did send away all his shyness and trepidation.

She let him tip her chin up to him. "No."

He kissed her again, satisfied with the answer. She let him pull her hands to stand and then turn her around sharply. Her send off was another kiss to the back of her hair. "Go on, sweetie. I'll clean up down here and Sprite will never know."

She could only hope. If Sprite got even the slightest idea that she and Gil had...given into certain urges, there would be no going back. "Get the vacuum to-"

"Don't worry," Gil waved to her as she started up the staircase overlooking the living room. He looked sexy in just some boxerbriefs with his clothes on his elbow. "Go have a shower."

"Hm," she pursed her lips, although she couldn't really argue. She stank of him, and their illicit affair.

"Unless you want me to join you in there!"

[dickgreyson]

i love being a old lady w close friends bc i went clubbing last night and managed to spend like maximum 50 bucks. i got the ubers, my friend brought a flask, some boys paid our entry, people we knew had bottle service, and another of our group bought the kebabs at the end of the night. like a well oiled machine. my 18y/o sister who has been charging my card by accident managed to spend 140 bucks on ubers and food delivery ALONE

[vainbird]

the number of hours we have together is actually not so large...

[shisasan]

The intimacy of sharing music that lights up your soul with loved ones, knowing it'll brighten their day too.

🜍 ⟡ ⟢

[vulcanette]

went out again for a coffee and a stroll through marshalls

and as i’m leaving the coffee shop, there’s this gaggle of preteen girls outside, being loud and cute and having fun. they are laughing to themselves and as people cross their path, they have a little ‘inside’ joke where they go, “bye, danielle!” to each person that passes by, and then they laugh conspiratorially, because the person they just gave well-wishes to, was not likely named “Danielle.”

i already thought this was a fantastic joke, and smiling to myself. as i got into my car, the girls looked at me and said, “bYYyyYyyye, Danielle!!!” and laughed, and i smiled big at them and they said, “bye, Danielle! we love you!” STOP IM GONNA ACTUALLY CRY

[dramas-vs-novels]

What game were you playing?

It's called The Roottrees are Dead.

You're a geneologist who is contacted after a devastating crash kills several members of this billionaire family called The Roottrees. A mysterious person gives you a huge list of names and asks you to complete a family tree, with a particular emphasis on blood relatives.

You have a basic 1998-era computer with a search engine, library access, and a periodicals database, and you have to figure out what to search and how to link clues to form a family tree.

This is an example of the notes I was keeping the first little bit of the game. You can see how webby it gets. You have to search anything mentioned- companies, books, movies, magazines, they all lead to more information. Hell, the co-stars in shows and movies lead to other connections on the family tree.

[lttledog]

March 18th, from the Diaries of Franz Kafka.

[meirimerens]

meiri u have made me ship notkin and khan so bad. please tell me about ur vision, when will they fucking kiss. when will they admit that they're into each other. and also is capella suffering or entertained

i have been gifted by the muses the power to entrance people into caring about characters now Why these two when i have way funnier in stock many must wonder. the people yearn for childhood friends haters to lovers as grownups. flattered i am. do y;ou even care about my imaginary yurie between the rat catcher and aysa. I jest. flattered. anyways. it'll be quick because it's not like i have much on them

age 20 ish after khan has come back from whatever all-boys college he's shipped himself to to not have to cope with the fact he's becoming like his father minus the liking women thing and they both think "ooooh he's gotten better-looking stronger more intelligent less annoying while he/I was away"

also age 20 ish. before 1). i don't think the lapse of time between 1) and 2) is very long.

she's both. she has no romantic attachment to khan (and neither does he to her) so she dgaf about the loveless marriage thing and as such this is not what makes her #suffer, it's more the Are You Done At Once Can You Make A Move I Know You Want To Make A Move thing that makes her physically cringe. but it is equally entertaining. as previously mentioned