#god. i love how smug this writing is. I FEEL SO CLOSE TO THE PAST.

[tortoisesshells]

278.

[alllgator-blood]

Your art is so beautiful. I love the shapes you can see in the way you draw. Especially how you draw heket. You draw her with such smugness

Thank you so much!! I appreciate this ask a lot + the other comments you write on my posts, I have some personal life stuff going on rn so I've been kinda quiet the past few days but I still read every message that tumblr gives me notifs for. I haven't posted my art publicly in a couple years, so literally any time somebody says anything about my stuff I'm like YIPPEE!! and I do a small jig

ALSO YESSS I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HEKET ASK, she's a close second to shamura for me but she hasn't appeared much on here yet. I feel like she's the backbone of the family being shamura's main caretaker and the one that wrangles the brothers, but doesn't really know how to appreciate herself outside of how "useful" she is. However, she definitely has an Image she needs to uphold as a powerful famine god, so she just regurgitates her brothers' incessant self-indulgent ramblings on the rare occasion somebody brings her up jdfsjdfslgfkj

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Since you mentioned Harwin… (smut pleek)

Princess | Harwin Strong

i had no idea what you wanted other than *harwin* so i hope you like this!! (tho the title sucks so bad but i’m too lazy to think of a better one)

warnings: smut, 18+, mentions of loss of virginity?, bits of fluff ig, fem!reader (?) x harwin but other than that there’s no specifications!

idk how to do this warning shit ngl. also my first time writing smut and you didn’t really specify so… also it’s not proof read at all so read at your own risk

summary: the morning after ser harwin breakbones carries his princess to safety and has his way with her

word count: 1.2k (ish)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Whispers of dawn kissed her cheeks, bursts of gold rallying against the dark of her closed eyes, and the Princess smiled against the softness of her pillow as she registered the warm weight slung over her bare hips.

Harwin’s calloused hand was splayed against her stomach, holding her close throughout the night and break of day. Her smile grew wider as he grumbled unintelligibly and his grip tightened. She could only spare half a thought for her dear sister - poor Rhaenyra stuck with a heartbroken Laenor on her wedding night - as she felt her new found lover stir.

“Good morning, Princess.”

His voice, deep and still cloaked in sleep, was laced with a sense of smug satisfaction she would have found insufferable on anyone else. Luckily for Ser Harwin Strong, she found him far too endearing for her own good. “Good morning, Ser.”

She could feel his lazy grin against her shoulder as he peppered gentle kisses along her smooth skin. “So proper,” he teased as his kisses reached the slope of her neck.

“I’m a Princess,” she sniffed, tilting her head.

He smirked and bit her neck lightly, “A dirty Princess, what would your father think?”

Holding in her whimper, the Princess arched a brow despite knowing he couldn’t possibly see it. “I’d rather not think of my father at all, thank you.”

Harwin hummed as he nuzzled her jawline. His heated breath made her shiver and his grin widened. Last night felt like a dream - one he’d had many, many times over the past few moons. A dream that was often accompanied by his hand in his trousers after. King Viserys would have his head on a spike if he ever found out just what the knight had done to his precious daughter, but Harwin couldn’t find it in him to care much. He had the most beautiful woman in Westeros in his arms and he wasn’t about to let any man - King or not - stop him from relishing this moment.

She turned to face him and his heart stuttered at the softness in her eyes as she smiled. No one had looked at him like that before, certainly not a Princess.

“What?”

His own smile turned just as soft. “You’re beautiful.”

She snorted lightly and he had to stop himself from looking like a complete idiot and confessing his love and adoration at the sound. “Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight.”

He couldn’t help himself; he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and grasped her chin delicately in his large hand. Gods when had he last been this gentle with anyone? She seemed so small compared to him - although most people were small to him - and his chest felt tight in the best possible way as he looked at her. “You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen.”

A blush crept up her neck and Harwin smiled smugly at the sight. She had been so confident the night prior, seeing her uncharacteristic shyness before him now made his cock stiffen and, judging by her deepening flush, she could feel it too. “You’re the first man I’ve lain with,” she admitted.

He didn’t tell her that he hoped he’d be the only man she’d ever lie with. Instead he opted for the safer choice, “Well one union had to be consummated, Gods knows your sister’s wasn’t.”

She gasped indignantly and slapped his chest. “Ser Harwin!”

Clasping her hand to his chest, he leaned over. “Yes, Princess?” He was lying fully on top of her now and he felt his pride swell as her eyes flickered to his lips.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I figured that having fucked the King’s daughter, a few jests on his heir’s behalf couldn’t make things much worse.” He grinned as she gaped up at him and took the opportunity to finally kiss her lips again.

She moaned quietly as she parted her lips for his tongue. Harwin made her feel a thousand things at once. She couldn’t tell if she was excited or scared or shy or offended anymore, all she knew for certain was the very obvious effect he had on her body.

The Princess had resigned herself to admiring the knight from afar until he had carried her to her rooms during the commotion at Rhaenyra’s wedding. Having him in her rooms after saving her like that… how was she meant to resist him?

She was no damsel in need of saving like in one of the stories her mother had told her as a child, but being tossed over his strong shoulder after he had immediately stepped into the fray to save her set off the butterflies in her stomach.

It was wrong. Her father would lose his mind if he found out, especially after the recent rumours of her sister’s indiscretions. But she couldn’t ignore the thought that he might consent to a match between them and her groan as Harwin slipped his hand between her thighs was far louder than she had expected.

“You’re so wet for me, Princess.”

She groaned again and shut her eyes, unable to stop herself from grinding against the palm of his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. Harwin didn’t bother to disguise his own groan as he watched his fingers disappear into her over and over.

“Look at me.”

It took an embarrassing amount of effort for her eyes to open and find his. His intense stare alone almost pushed her over the edge.

“You’re going to look at me while you come undone on my fingers, Princess.”

She couldn’t hold back her whimper. “Yes,” she breathed.

Harwin grinned at her. “Good girl.” He added a third finger and watched as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay. Gods she was stunning: legs spread wide just for him, hair wild against her pillow and her chest flushed.

“Harwin.”

“Princess?”

She could barely form a sentence. “Please.”

“Use your words.”

A brilliant shade of pink covered her cheeks. She’d never felt so submissive in her life. She was a Princess, she wasn’t meant to take orders from those beneath her, and yet here she was acting like a whore - on the verge of begging - for a mere knight. Gods she loved it. “I can feel it, please.”

“Such a good Princess,” Harwin murmured as his fingers found her clitoris. Her moans were so loud he almost feared the entirety of the Red Keep would hear but he didn’t stop and he didn’t dare tell her to be quiet. “Let go for me.”

He felt her shudder around his digits and he stared, transfixed, at the way her thighs shook and her bosom heaved. Her moans gradually turned to soft whimpers and Harwin made sure she watched as he licked his fingers clean. She tasted even better than she had last night.

It took a few minutes for his Princess to catch her shaky breath and Harwin swallowed roughly as he studied the glisten of sweat on her brow. “I suppose I ought to do the honourable thing now.”

The Princess looked at him in confusion, mind still clouded with pleasure. “Honourable thing?”

He couldn’t stop himself this time. “I’m going to love you, wed you and fuck you for the rest of your life, Princess.”

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

Toxic ex-husband!txt

Warnings: toxic, possessive, erratic behaviour, do not try this at home

Note: I feel diabolical for writing this

Soobin

Soobin is ushered out of a different exit of the courthouse than you, but his long legs make quick work of rounding the building—he’d seen your lawyer steering you out a back door. He finds you just as you reach your car, in such a passion that he doesn't notice the way you jump at the sound of his voice. You just sat through an hour of feeling his eyes on you as your divorce was finalised, kept your nerve and avoided looking his way, and you didn't have the nerve to face him now. His mind flashes with glimpses of the past, before you went through this silly charade of separation. All the happy times you’d had, all those years of love. His heart felt sour in his chest.

"You don't mean it, I know you don't," he calls out to you as he approaches. You're quick to shut yourself inside your car and lock the doors, scrambling to put the key in the ignition as his hands press against the window. "I know you'll miss me," he insists, somehow still not understanding the reality of the situation even after the year-long divorce process. "You won't last a day in that house without me." He walks mindlessly in the wake of the car as you drive away, anger flaring. He won't give you up.

Yeonjun

He dons a hoodie and sits in the back of the dark bar you're having a first date in. It wasn't hard to get access to the time and location of this little rendezvous, since the password for your new dating profile is the same one you use for everything else. He watches you flirt and make small talk, smile stupidly at this new love interest, who in Yeonjun's opinion is definitely trying way too hard. And yes, he's noticed that you're wearing his favourite dress, the one that he bought for you, that you would wear to every date night the two of you shared. He grits his teeth so hard he can hear the strain on them, downing the last of the drink he ordered to keep his table and slipping out. When you finally make it back to the parking lot, he's leant up against your car, hood off and face smug in the dim artificial light.

"Hey, baby," he says smugly, causing you to shiver. You haven't heard his voice in so long, and the pet name...

"What are you doing here? You know it's over," you keep your tone confident while looking around nervously. "You should be moving on, like I have."

He takes a few steps closer to you. "You know why you like that guy so much?" Yeonjun asks, leaning his face close to your ear and taking a whiff of an in-breath before whispering, "he's wearing my cologne."

Beomgyu

You're about to turn out the light and go to sleep when a loud knocking startles you, bringing you back downstairs. Carefully you look out the peep hole and see Beomgyu, cursing to yourself before opening the door with the plan to give him an earful. But when the door swings open, his eyes look frantic, and he lets out a sigh, shoulders sagging as if relieved. "Oh thank god," he says, before stepping around you into the house and looking around the room.

"Beomgyu, no. You have to go," you say sternly. He turns to face you and his distressed look is still at play. "I saw- There was someone creeping around out there," he explains excitedly, eyes wide. "They were right on the lawn!”

Panicked, you turn your gaze to the window. Before you know it he's grabbing you, pulling you against his chest. "I was so worried." You can feel his heart hammering against you, no evidence to be suspicious of his story. Your own heart rate picks up, and you almost feel comforted that Beomgyu is here, that someone was looking out for you. "I'll keep you safe. Let me stay, just for tonight."

Taehyun

Taehyun never thought he would stoop to this level, but hey, the tracking program was on sale—it was as if the universe was telling him he was meant to do it. He doesn't know how long he's been awake, staring at his computer screen, at the red dot that represents your phone's location. He did wash a few dishes earlier, but he had intermittently looked over at his phone where the same red dot shone unblinking back at him. It hasn't moved for hours, and he begins to wonder if he's been scammed, if maybe he should have gone for the device that he could attach to your car... Taehyun feels like the little red dot is mocking him, and he almost wants it to move from the square that depicts your house. Antsy and frustrated, he turns on the TV. But even while he distractedly watches some sporting match, he sees red.

Huening Kai

You hear your mother talking as you let yourself in to her house, your childhood home, for one of your weekly dinners together. There were no cars parked on the street, so you figure she's on the phone with one of her friends as she laughs heartily. You can't help but smile at how happy she sounds as you leave your shoes at the door. When you round the corner into the kitchen, the smile dies on your face. Standing there, oven mitts in hand, chuckling along with your mother, is your ex husband. It's as if the last eight months never happened and all is nice and peachy, just another Tuesday night and not the twilight zone.

Huening Kai spots you in the doorway and gives you a smile, your mother turning around looking bubbly and bright. "Here she is! Look who stopped in," she says, as if you haven't noticed the big elephant in the room.

"Why?" you ask with no semblance of friendliness.

She flicks the tea towel your way as if scolding you, looking simply incredulous. "Be nice to our guest! He brought dessert."

You feel like you're being pranked. She's always been on your side of things, though she would never speak badly of her ex son-in-law, and suddenly she's wrapped around his little finger? Have you missed something, you wonder.

The oven dings and the two exchange excited looks, seemingly ignoring your presence. Kai slips his hands into the mitts and opens the door, retrieving a sweet smelling pie. Your mother claps her hands, childlike, and moves off to find cutlery. Surely you must be dreaming, because this is too much. Kai holds the dessert out for you to see, smiling down at you with bright innocent eyes, tilting his head the way he used to when he addressed you. "Would you like to taste, honey?"

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

[hana-no-seiiki]

Is there a part 2 to Yandere Male makima reader x hsr? I absolutely love this story??!

I'd like to imagine reader playing along with caelus's antics of digging through trash cans and possibly helping him find other trash cans to dive lol

Dan heng and reader having mutual thoughts because there are two troublemakers of the astral express.. (yk who)

I don’t usually write these things (asks for updates) but since you caught me at a nice time…

YANDERE HSR ( THE NAMELESS ) x AEON OF CONTROL! READER

These are moreso antics and headcannons rather than a proper sequel to the previous one so…

warnings: major canon divergences, soft yandere themes.

・❥・ You and Pompom mostly have the same duties mainly keeping the express clean, checking its stability, tending to visitors, etc.

・❥・ However you take more of a authoritative position with your duties.

・❥・ Though you created Pompom, they have no idea you are an Aeon. You kept it that way so that Pompom wouldn’t be too compelled to follow you when you diverge paths with the Nameless.

・❥・ You were the one that redressed March and taught her sewing when she arrived frozen one day. As such, she can be a tad too attached with you. Often flirting with you in front of the other crew members. (A fact that most of them hate)

・❥・ You know the photo wall she has in her room? Well in that gallery of hers she has a secret folder of just you. You doing your daily maintenance, you repairing Pompom’s stitches, you just b r e a t h i n g. Yeah.

・❥・ Dan Heng and you often spend hours together in the archive. You had the penchant of checking, and rechecking the organization of things. Your long periods of time together led to him feeling the most safe around you. You already knew of his secrets, but having him divulge it nonetheless still felt like being let into a state secret.

・❥・ Himeko has a suspicion you two aren’t related. In fact you have a feeling she already uncovered what you are. She is however, far too in love with trail blazing and being your sister that she doesn’t do anything to risk the status quo.

・❥・ Welt has the biggest love-hate relationship with you. You haven’t done anything bad per se. In addition to that, you’re the reason Himeko got to explore the stars, but memories of the past still haunt him. Each day he sees you handling the youngins edges him closer and closer to finally letting of go of his resentment.

・❥・ When Caelus isn’t dying inside by being close to you, he likes to be smug by showing how much “care” you put into him. Like the youngest child smirking at the older children as they get the most love and attention. Sometimes he gets himself injured on purpose to get your eyes on him and him alone.

・❥・ Unfortunately due to your presence destabilizing the Stellaron, you don’t get many chances to pamper the boy.

・❥・ Though you did give him a giant wearable trash-can, complete with breathability and protection against the elements.

・❥・ You also don’t go out much and prefer to watch over expeditions. You also make sure never to use your full power as to not alert other aeons aside from IX of your endeavors.

BONUS!

・❥・ Elio and Kafka vehemently worship you. The latter’s domination comes from your blessing.

・❥・ Though they aren’t aware that you took the shape of a human male since you are able to erase yourself from Elio’s scripts.

・❥・ Which leads to Kafka flirting with this handsome man not knowing he’s actually her god.

[depressopax]

Agent Coopers car - Dale Cooper x fem reader

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Pairing: Dale Cooper x fem reader Genre: Smut Warning(s): Sexual content. Smut without plot lmao, “fluff”-smut, penetration, semi-public, switch!Dale, teasing, cuss words, petnames, reader has “fem” anatomy Words: 1.1K Summary: Spicy time in Dale’s car after work <3 English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 AO3 link soon!

There's fog over the town of Twin Peaks tonight. Apart from the owls hooting, the town is quiet. 

It seems most people have gone to sleep, except you and special agent Dale Cooper. 

The two of you are working on a case together, but even special agents need some time off after a long day in service. 

Dale choosing to bring you as his partner for this mission might not have been the brightest idea. Sure, he enjoyed the company, but he barely got any work done, with your subtle teasing and flirtatious glances at him. At first he was confused but he knows you, and realized what it was you wanted. He was embarrassed but pleased. 

Still, it was a bit annoying, having his colleagues asking if he’s ok, since they never see  the calm and collected agent acting flustered and distracted. 

You usually take your job seriously, but lately it’s been so much work, that you and Dale barely get any alone time together. Once you get home, late at night, none of you are in the mood, or have the energy to get physical with each other. 

Seeing your boyfriend being all serious and focused, just to make him a flustered, annoyed and blushing mess in front of the task force was too tempting to not act up on. 

Once in the car, he confronted you about the behavior. Dale is almost never mad, and you rarely have arguments. 

You could tell from his forced sweet, calm tone that he was pretty pissed off. 

…But his boner said something totally different. 

Like two love drunk fools, you couldn’t keep it in your pants nor wait until you got home before basically ripping each other's clothes off. 

God, you’ve missed his bare pale skin and those toned abs. 

With the front seats pulled back for comfort, the two of you moan in unison. Dale's arms are wrapped around you. His palms are gently pressed around your back to keep you close to him as you ride him. He lets out a soft whimper, already feeling the second orgasm build up as he buckles his hips up, driving his hardened cock deeper inside of you. You cuss out loudly as he starts kissing your chest, bringing your right boob into his mouth, flicking his tongue around the nipple as you continue bouncing on his length. 

Luckily, no one has driven past you yet, but it’s not like you care. 

Dale pulls away from your chest, looking up at you in awe, with brown eyes shining in desperation. 

“I’m gonna…” 

“Not yet, Coop…” 

You coo, continuously moving back and forth on his dick, bringing yourself close to the edge too. He starts mumbling how unfair you are but you know he likes it. His sweaty palms move down, from your back and to your ass, giving it a squeeze as he holds you still, once again slapping his hips up, filling you completely with his member. You gasp and feel your walls clench around him. You can barely continue riding, as the intense pleasure makes you freeze momentarily. 

Dale looks smug over your reaction.

“Don’t stop riding me now.” 

He murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your wet forehead. 

Slowly, you start moving your hips again and let out loud moans from the pleasure. Dale goes from your hair, to your breast which he squeezes, and down to your wetness. He uses his thick thumb to rub lazy circles around your swollen clit and you whimper. 

“Fuck… Are you trying to take control?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Coop.” You hiss. “Oh fuck….”

His fingers are more rough with your sensitive clit now, and he pinches it lightly. 

“You started it… This is karma for trying to make me horny at work.”

“I succeeded.”

“Mhm… And now I’m getting revenge by driving you crazy.” 

Dale’s voice is soft as always and he smiles against your lips as you kiss. He continues stimulating you, whilst your movements get more sloppy and slow. Your legs practically feel like jelly when riding him.

“Mmm… Dale?”

“Yes, cutie?”

“You can cum now.”

Your voice is almost like a whisper.

“Can I take control, my love?” 

His voice is sweet and loving, but you know he’s teasing you. You are usually on top, and Dale is comfortable with being submissive to you. But every once in a while he likes having you at his mercy. 

You nod eagerly, too exhausted to fight back. He pulls out momentarily, just to flip you around. You are now laying on your back in the bent-down seat, Dale hovering over you, holding one hand around his erection, which he pumps slowly whilst looking at your naked body. 

You open your legs for him, your cunt dripping from arousal. He is gentle as he guides himself back into you, doing so with a grunt. 

Dale loves having you in missionary, seeing your gorgeous face as he uses long delicate strokes to satisfy himself and you. 

He watches your eyes roll back, knowing you’re completely at his mercy now. The sight makes him ache for release.

“Together?” 

He whispers, kissing your neck, being careful, but determined to leave hickeys on your cute neck. 

“Together.” 

You whisper back, resting in the seat as you let Dale be dominant for change. The both of you moan, reaching a second orgasm together. He twitches inside of you, as he releases his seeds into the condom, which is the only thing keeping you apart. Your own orgasm is intense, the pleasure making you dizzy as you cum over his cock and the warm leather seat under your naked body. Dale shivers from the wonderful feeling of his climax. He holds still inside of you as you both calm down from the intimacy you shared. 

After riding out your high, you’re panting for air, looking at the ceiling of the car. Dale pulls out his softening cock, rolling onto the bent-down seat beside yours. His warm sweaty hand finds yours, and you intertwine fingers. 

“Wow… I needed that.”

Dale says with a tired but satisfied grin. You chuckle and nod in agreement. 

“So did I.” You sigh happily and roll closer to him. “I love you Dale”

“I love you too, cutie.”

You cuddle up with him, happy to finally be in his arms again.

[legoshi-plz]

c-c-can you make more riz smut please?

p.s i love your writing ❤💖💟

A/N: please forgive me if this is terrible, I’m so rusty with writing for Beastars 😭

Warnings: NSFW, +18. Slight size kink, ‘daddy’ used like once, reader is described as having a cervix + vagina; Non-Murderer Riz/ Non-Canonical Riz.

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Arguments with Riz were rare. Extremely rare. But they did happen and when they did? They were quite exhaustive.

Riz by nature isn’t an easily-angered guy, and isn’t even really one to hold a grudge. He’d be more than content to just sleep on it and wake up the next morning as if everything was fine/ just shrug the whole thing off altogether.

You, on the other hand, loved to hold a grudge. And your go-to method? The silent treatment. And Riz, being the easy natured guy that he is, is more than content with following suit if that’s what you wanted. And it would be what you wanted if it wasn’t for one little thing.

You couldn’t resist him. And he knew it.

He knew how much you loved his muscles, his size, his cock. And he wasn’t above teasing you in your desperate state but even he had his limits to how long he could go through a dry spell.

So essentially, you’ve been fucking your boyfriend for the past 5 days without saying a word to each other. It felt a little odd at first, not receiving his praises, not begging him for more, not cooing in his ear as he came down from his own high. But despite the toe-curling sex, you’ve been able to stick to your silent guns.

Until tonight, that is.

It’s like something had just snapped and he was giving it to you like never before. His thick cock was hitting you plush walls just right, he was merciless against your clit, and he even managed to keep marking his territory across your neck, which he knows is your weakness.

You had lost count of how many times your orgasm would build up then flow as he continued to fuck you through each and every one. Since there was no communication, he usually gave you a few before finishing off himself, but tonight he was granting you no such grace.

Just when you were about to cum again, you felt him slow down in favor of slow, strong thrusts that had his cockhead kissing your cervix.

“Forgive me,” he groaned, continuing to bully your walls with his hard length. You refused to answer him, turning your head as you moaned into your pillow.

“Forgive me and I’ll make you cum, really cum. Tonight and every night after,” Riz groaned against your neck and you knew your resolve was done for.

“I forgive you, baby, I forgive you,” you panted. At this moment, you couldn’t even recall the argument in the first place, nor what you were even supposed to forgive him for.

“Atta girl, now let’s get you squirting on daddy’s cock,” You could hear the smugness in his voice but you were too close to completion to care.

Riz picked up the pace until he was hitting that spongy pleasure gland directly and you were soaking him within seconds. He fucked you through this one as well but slower and with more finality as he allowed you to actually savor the orgasm instead of just forcing you into the next one. Once you were done clinging to his member inside of you, he pulled you to the edge of the bed and got to his knees in front of you.

“God, I missed the sound of your voice,” he growled before diving tongue-first into your overly sensitive folds.

You had a feeling Riz was going to make up for alot of lost time tonight.

[dilucsfav]

hello, it’s anon here 😎 anyways tighnari + cyno with an aphrodisiac please 😭 or maybe just some pure fluff if you’re uncomfy or maybe both! ❤️ ps I love your writing

hello beautifuls!! i apologize for taking a long break. these past few months have gotten even worse for me, my mental health has been the worst it’s ever been </3. so please just give me some time! i have lots of requests to do!

literally overthinking so hard right now. do you mean cyno and tighnari separate aphrodisiac hcs/fanfic with the reader, or like them together in the fic ? STOP I DONT KNOW UHMMDMM GUYS

i’m just assuming you’re talking about them together 😭 oh my god if you’re not asking for them to be together in the fic and you wanted an x reader please please please message me when i post it IT’D BE SO EMBARRASSING UHM—

anyways yes of course i’ll write that for you darling !! i’m not uncomfortable in the slightest with writing aphrodisiac related stuff, as long as it’s consensual and both sides are comfortable <3 also, as im writing this currently, i apologize for taking so long to do your request! and im also very sorry, as this is pretty short

i feel like i never see sub cyno so here you guys go-

enjoy the smutty hcs anyways! take care, stay healthy & safe, & remember that it’s ok to take time for yourself!

warning(s): aphrodisiac, smut, sub!cyno & dom!tighnari

we all know that tighnari is a little tease so he’d be the one giving cyno a “special drink”

^^and cyno would immediately be suspicious… asking him what it is and why he made it n such

“Oh, hush now, Cyno. I’m showing you hospitality.”

we also all know that when tighnari is horny, he gets all slutty and ohhhh my god. me next tighnari?

unrelated kinda but the way sex with them (without aphrodisiac) would be a domination battle bro😭😭

ok ok anyways, so cyno eventually gives in and drinks the mysterious liquid. cyno isn’t as educated with how certain mixtures taste, and what they are, so he’ll simply enjoy the drink and believe it’s just a wholesome strawberry & cream beverage

cyno decides to stay in tighnari’s office for the same reason he came— trying to find certain papers.

^^while tighnari sits at his desk with a smug smirk, jotting some things on paper, cyno looks through paperwork and notes around the office

cyno hadn’t even finished the entire beverage before he started feeling all funny. a little buzzy, hot chills with cold skin, his body almost feeling a little heavy to walk around with.

after a few more minutes, tighnari’s ear perks up a bit when he hears cyno’s soft, barely audible pants and exhales. tighnari writes with the ink a little harder, closing his eyes in anticipation

“Cyno, you might—”

Cyno spins Tighnari’s chair around to face him. cyno’s arms hold onto the desk behind tighnari, pinning tighnari with both arms on either side of his head

all tighnari could do his give him a small look of sympathy at how wrecked cyno looked

“Oh, my. What’s the matter, Cyno? Are you feeling okay?”

a hand reached up to touch cyno’s neck, tighnari’s head tilted to the side slightly

“Are you feeling… needy today, Cyno? You look as though you’re in need of something.”

cyno only stared at him, his face having a frustrated & annoyed glare to it. tighnari’s eyebrows were creased, trying his best not to smirk behind the sympathetic expression.

“What did you put in that damn drink.”

tighnari’s lips finally curled up to a smirk as he stood up, easily taking cyno’s wrists and backing him down on the couch in tighnari’s office

cyno looked up at tighnari, his eyebrows creased as he got cold chills down his spine. the way tighnari’s face looked so bliss, ready to fulfill cyno’s needs as he sees fit

“What do you want me to do to you, Cyno?”

me next tighnari

cyno’s needy hands grabbed tighnari, kissing him and tugging on his clothes. tighnari couldn’t help but smirk

and after some time, a few rounds even, with cyno on his stomach and out of breath and tighnari atop of him, cyno whimpering and crying

“Please… Tighnari… more.” cyno would sniff and tighnari would just chuckle to himself

“Alright. One more quick round, and then I have to get back to work, naughty boy.”

god they’re so

[luna-rainbow]

I feel to a degree that Sam and Bucky's attitudes towards John Walker in TFATWS was kinda...needlessly cruel. Like, they had problems with him even before Walker had done anything wrong, simply because he was wearing a Captain America uniform and was no Steve Rogers. I think this really showed in their fight with him at the start of episode 5, which honestly feels to me more like "Sam and Bucky gang up on and brutalize Walker while he's still going through the process of grieving his best friend who was just brutally murdered in front of him."

I have very little sympathy for Walker, because he reminds me keenly of the particular type of person (often white and male) who has been smooth sailing for all their life and gets their way by trampling over other people but has absolutely no self-awareness of this, attributes their own success not to systemic privilege tipped in their favour but rather believes it’s all from ‘individual hard work’, who then struggles because for once in their life things don’t go their way and their tantrum behaviour escalates until it ends in violence.

I know there are more sympathetic readings of his character (he has PTSD, was unsupported, didn’t get much help) but this is the archetype I saw and…to be honest, if I met this kind of person, I would give him very little patience too.

Also, I remember Walker’s introduction very differently. Sam donated the shield to the museum to lay Captain America to rest, and his wish was disrespected. You can argue that’s not entirely Walker’s fault but he’s also not innocent either, so Sam has plenty of reason to distrust him at the get-go. Walker then went on TV and says “I never met him (Steve), he feels like a brother,” which, aside from being a mockery of the friendship between Steve and Bucky, was a weird ingratiating line while disrespecting Steve’s wishes of handing the shield over to Sam (and thereby letting Sam decide what should happen to the shield). So Bucky, too, had plenty of reason to distrust Walker before they met.

The truck fight I’m putting down to shitty writing. You’re telling me two veterans who had fought super soldiers and aliens and everything in between couldn’t handle a bunch of kids until Walker arrived on the scene? I call writer bias, and I’ve talked extensively in the past about how Walker was the only character in that series given the protagonist treatment of agency and a complete character arc at the expense of our two eponymous protagonists, who were passive and whose character beats happened off screen.

Taking away the writer issues, Sam and Bucky were both pulling their punches because they realised they were up against kids. Walker pulled out a gun and shot one of them (can’t remember if the kid died or not). That’s a much better metaphor for police brutality than the traffic stop scene later, and gives more concrete reason for Sam and Bucky to distrust him.

The only thing mean from Sam/Bucky’s side in that conversation was Walker asking to work together and Bucky saying “Just cos you carry that shield, it doesn’t mean you’re Captain America.” Which, after all we’ve seen of him so far, is a pretty fair assessment.

As compared to all the awkwardly cocky stuff Walker says in return. “Yeah, I have (jumped on a grenade), it’s a thing I do with my helmet” which undermines what it says about Steve’s moral character by covering a grenade with his body. Are we forgetting the “That serum doesn’t exactly have a great track record. No offense”? I love the no offense, which is standard repertoire for entitled people to put the burden of offence in the listener’s court instead of apologising for the offense they’re causing. Are we forgetting the “uh no we didn’t track them we tracked you through Redwing” with a smug grin? Are we forgetting his deaf dismissal of Sam trying to rationalise with why a bunch of impoverished kids are successfully leading a revolution (god the way he just ignored Sam’s point is so close to how entitled white men in real life talks it makes my blood boil)? Are we forgetting the “It’d be a whole lot easier if I had Cap’s wingmen on my side”?

I don’t think Sam and Bucky were “needlessly” cruel. I think they had an understandable emotional reaction - during a period of emotional vulnerability for both of them - to someone they see doing their memory of Steve dirty, and an understandable escalation in their distrust by what Walker then showed of his convictions, attitudes, and intentions. From a writing point of view — yeah I do think Bucky’s disgust was more exaggerated than I personally would have written him, but as far as all the OOC shit Bucky has done in this show, being aggravated by Walker was the least of it.

And by episode 5??? By then Walker has said and done a whole bunch of deranged shit. Sam and Bucky were not “ganging up” on him. Are we forgetting that Sam asked nicely for him to hand himself in? And then Walker going full gollum-mode (“my precioussss”) because Sam mentions the shield once?? (But also yes I agree the writing was once again shitty and focused weirdly on retrieving the shield instead of, you know, the priority of apprehending Walker) And sorry, going back once again to the entitled white men trope, because that’s what Walker is — did Walker show any respect to Sam and Bucky for grieving over Steve? Then why should we expect people to afford him leniency in return? Not to mention that they did approach him kindly and say that he would likely be judged leniently because of Lemar’s death. And even as they’re trying to be kind to him, Walker snipes at Bucky “I’m not like you” (actually you’re not, you dipshit, because Bucky never killed anyone in spite or rage) and assumes the worst of Sam for asking for the shield.

Look, I am all for a balanced view on Walker, because he is a layered character who tries his best but was never good enough, and the sense of inferiority escalates his immature emotional response beyond control. But that’s because of his glaring, major, inexcusable character flaws that he only has himself to blame for. He’s basically Tony Stark who has been trained for violence through the military and doesn’t have the wealth or brain power to channel his anger anywhere else.

Not to mention that Sam and Bucky never sought him out even once, and he’s the one barging in on them multiple times despite them making their boundaries clear.

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

I Cannot Breath (So I Must Sing): Prologue

Alastor X Fem Opera Singer Reader

(Fair warning before we start, I'm used to writing for fandoms of like 12 to 30 people, so grace my darlings is all I ask)

The rapping on the door woke Alastor out of his daze. An involuntary huff leaving his lips before he beckoned the disrupter into his office. The whole of the radio station knew he was not to be disturbed if the door was closed. Meaning the fool on the other side was either from the outside or stupid.  

“What’s the word Al?”  

Both, Mickey was both stupid and not an employee. He was an unfortunate drinking buddy of his. Alastor would have preferred that he not see Mickey at all, but they were both regulars at the same club, and Alastor was loath to lose his favorite hunting ground.  

“I don't know my good man” The smile on Alastor's face was tight, his movements stiff from being sedentary too long as he stood up, gesturing for the carrot top to sit. ” You’re the one knocking on my office door.”  

 "I know you’re busy, what with the radio show and the radio drama and all that so I’ll keep this brief”  

‘So, God is merciful after all’ he thought . 

“But I think I gotta real good opportunity for you”  

That was another reason Mickey was still around, despite his annoying tendencies and lack of decorum he was a nice guy. Every time Alastor got half a mind to just kill Mickey and pull the nagging thorn of an acquaintance out of his side, he’d hear wind of the great deeds Mickey did for those around him. A tire change in the middle of the night here, escorting a lady home there, getting some poor downtrodden fellow a job. Mickey would give you the shirt off his back and the shoes off his feet. Given he remembered how to untie the laces.  

A true saint of a man, just a little simple.  

Alastor couldn’t fault him for that.  

“An opportunity?” Mickey was always looking out for those he deemed friends, another one of his kind yet annoying traits.  

“Yeah, you know I have that gig down at the theater? I do handyman work for em sometimes. Well for their new production they got this broad all the way from France over here to open it.” Mickey’s right hand gesticulated as he spoke, while he leaned his left arm against Alastor’s desk. 

“Oh I’m aware, the news has been all a flutter over here at the station. Supposedly she’s quite a big deal in Europe.” A flutter was a bit of an understatement, it was all he practically heard about. He was getting damn near sick of hearing about it. He could appreciate a love for the finer arts, but this was getting ridiculous.  

“Yeah so I was working there the other day and I got to fixing the door on her dressing room. It was leaning and ya couldn’t shut it all the way. See they can’t have any windows open back there so the humidity in the summertime does a number on door frame, not to mention the..” 

“Mickey.” The smooth tin in Alastor’s voice was not reflective of his feelings. This was getting rather tedious rather quickly.  

“Right , right , right so anyway we ended up talking while I was there, and she took a liking to me. So I asked her iffin she’d be up for doing an interview and she said sure! So I figured I’d come down and see if you or one of your colleagues would wanna talk to her on air? Since she’s such a big deal and all. Maybe get some new listeners ya know?”  

“Well well, I must say this is a very good opportunity. What have I done to earn such a gracious offer dear friend.” Oh this was too good. Not only had he been given a ratings hit on a golden platter, he would also get the opportunity to rub it in the faces of all those smug self-righteous bastards who’d been blabbering his ears off the past few weeks.  

Mickey had certainly earned himself a drink, next time they were out together. 

“Ahh it’s nothing! You’re my oldest drinking buddy it’s the least I could do for ya. So should I be expecting you or someone else?”  

“I’ll be taking this one on old friend, you went to so much trouble to get it for me after all” Alastor was not liked by most of his colleagues. While he was certain passing the opportunity on would have put him in their good graces, he didn’t much care if they liked him. Considering the shows he was in were the most popular by far, they'd be better off kissing his ass, not the other way around.  

“Eh like I said don't' t mention it, You free tomorrow? “ 

“As a bird” Alastor had a few things he needed to finish tomorrow, but they could either be done tonight or the day after. He’d make time for this. 

“Okay meet me at the theater at 2 “ 

“I’ll see you there”  

[eyedelater]

i have written a post to encompass every thought i have had about the golden kamuy character ogata hyakunosuke. i couldn't help writing it, and here it is. it includes analysis, interpretation, confusion, thoughts about shipping, and spoilers all the way to the end of the manga.

the post is incredibly long because i wanted it all in one place... i'm sure that much of this has been said by other people, but i haven't read anything anyone else has said. this is purely between me and canon. i have now read golden kamuy through twice and watched the anime once. i missed a lot on the first read, and i probably missed some things on the second read too.

i can't help but love the character ogata hyakunosuke. i know a lot of it is the character design: sneaky eyes with built-in eyeliner, greasy all-back hairstyle with a powerful ahoge (and don't try to tell me an ahoge is not what it is), little beard that somehow skirts past my strong dislike for nasty little beards. he's so crafty… he's sorta weak in close combat… he's completely wrong about things such as killing one's parents and the nature of guilt… he's confident right up until he isn't…

normally if a character captures my interest like this, i want to ship them with another character so i can be satisfied by looking at amusing fanart of them outside of canon. but there honestly isn't anyone i want to pair him with… the fact of his eventual death notwithstanding. (i don't ship dead characters. too sad.) he's great as a cruel and calculating loner who thinks he knows what he wants but doesn't. i don't feel a need to see fun and exciting shipping antics with this character in particular. i will to look at some fanart to see what i can get out of it, but i'm really satisfied by just what happens in canon. and yet i still feel like i have to make sense of these feelings, so i'm writing a post that nobody asked for (just like all my other posts).

i'm annoyed with myself because as i was first reading golden kamuy, it took a long, long time to dawn on me that there MUST be people who think of ogata hyakunosuke as their favorite silly little cinnamon roll and make obnoxiously cute posts about what he would do in domestic situations and stuff. as we learned more about him, i became certain that some people must feel that way, Despite Everything. and i was so very annoyed by the thought of it that i decided to make it a point to dislike ogata… to buck the trend. to avoid biting the fandom bait. BUT IT DIDN'T WORK………… he grew on me… ugh. i still really, really don't want to see fluffy fics with him or anything like that though. god. i have less patience than ever for fandom content that cutesifies every character. especially fucked up weird horrible men like him <3

it's an incredibly audacious move to create a merciless sniper character who killed three (3) members of his closest family (and who knows how many soldiers) and then also give him explicitly catlike characteristics and behaviors, all the while knowing that everyone loves cats!!! (slams table.) fuck off! noda-sensei had to have been trying to induce brain-melting levels of cognitive dissonance in the minds of horny readers who desperately want catboy hyakunosuke to be their poor little meow meow but also want to cancel him for being a bad dude. i'm not immune

i like ogata in kind of the same way i like crocodile one piece. they're weird and smug and fun to watch. and of course, they're similar in some ways. the greasy all-back hair with pieces falling down, and the facial stitches, and the excessive confidence, and their voice actors being perfect. and, you know, the being villains who are eventually defeated. crocodile lets out his slow laugh whenever he feels things are going his way, and ogata just does a little shit-eating grin, and they're both perfect. key difference: ogata gets naked

i have been made aware that a non-zero amount of people ship ogata with asirpa, and those people might benefit from being run over by a car. asirpa is excluded from shipping of any sort, no exceptions, because she is 13 years old and 95% of the other characters are (bizarre, horrible) adult men. the fact that she has a one-sided crush on sugimoto for some amount of time is perfectly natural and reasonable given the circumstances (i believe that anyone would fall in love with sugimoto if they were in her place). the relationship between sugimoto and asirpa is that of a wonderful, wholesome, and strong found family.

back to ogata. i liked that during his first appearance, he gets his arm broken, gets beaned on the back of the head with his own gun, falls into a ravine, hits his face on a cliff, and bounces off the cliff into the icy river. that was so early in the story that his character design wasn't even nailed down yet, and that scene can be easy to forget, but it should be remembered. i like when ogata gets shot in the chest and the shoulder. i like when we get just a little snapshot of ogata knocked out cold at the stenka. i like the flashback of masked ogata getting his face bloodied by teen koito and then having to pretend like it never happened even though he's pissed. i like when ogata gets the snot beat out of him by usami. this is not a toga-himiko-like aesthetic preference for a man's bloody and beat-up body. rather, i love how he has strong (and justified) confidence in his one skill (sniping) and therefore seems confident overall but keeps getting busted up anyway because he's weak in close combat. it's a good dissonance.

i love seeing ogata smugly perched on things… it's like, "ah, there he is…!"

i love ogata feeling guilty about only the worst murder he committed and none of the others… he was testing his limits, and he found them. it didn't stop him from killing again, but he never got over it either.

i love ogata being the only one who chose not to hold hands and jump at the beach scene… doesn't want to make a fool of himself… but he made a funny face when he got beaned in the back of the head, didn't he. i like the ogata who gets made a fool out of.

after the ordeal with anehata shiton, ogata said that all men feel regretful and disgusted after they shoot their load. probably that's all he's ever felt, doing it with prostitutes and such, if at all. makes a little note in my notebook

ogata does terribly cruel things, and he must recognize to some degree that people will see his actions as cruel, but he doesn't do it for the sake of being cruel. he is heartless, but only when he feels he has a reason. everything is analyzed based purely on how it will affect him, and he acts that way consistently throughout the entire story. he can mime kindness if he has to, but clumsily. he cultivates a trusting relationship with asirpa purely because he understands that nopperabou is her father. he goes along with what sugimoto wants purely for convenience and because he understands how strong/dangerous sugimoto is. he shoots wilk, despite knowing that he is asirpa's father and that she will be very upset, purely because he wants to limit the spread of whatever information wilk has about the gold. he shoots sugimoto, his ally for months, not to be cruel, not as revenge for almost killing him that one time, but to eliminate a potential complication to his plan. the only one he really needs in his party is asirpa, and all asirpa is to him is the key to the gold, and all the gold is to him is a path to climb the ranks to prove that his father was worthless. his behavior is unpredictable on first read, but when rereading, it's incredibly consistent. his lack of guilt is entirely premised on what he can justify to himself, and he's great at justifying anything in his own mind. but there is a limit, and yuusaku was that limit; what haunts him most about yuusaku's death is that this time, he can't justify it. he didn't have a good reason. that causes a crack in the foundation of his entire personality, and when he gets acute aconite poisoning from asirpa's arrow, the anxiety it brings is what causes that crack to spread and his entire ego to collapse.

can someone count how many panels feature ogata's face and then also count how many of those panels show him smoothing back his greasy hair and give me some kind of ratio? i think it's high. i think the ratio is high. though i didn't notice until a couple hundred chapters in. but on reread it's like yeah, every other ogata panel, he's got his hand on his head. i do like when an author commits to a tic. no one else in the story has such an obvious repeating tic, i think. he even gets a nade nade (pet pet) sound effect when he's smoothing his hair repeatedly out of nervousness (after he shot the reindeer by accident).

have i mentioned i hate nasty little beards but ogata's slides right in under the gate? that's another cognitive dissonance for me, and it's tough. hard to get over this one.

"daily affirmations i Can be normal about that man"

~quote from deleted post by a tumblr user who maybe doesn't want credit bc they deleted their post

he dishes out smug grins when things are going his way, but he dishes out WRY grins when things AREN'T going his way! hoargh! (throwing up hands)

it's worth noting, to defend my honor, that ogata is not the only one who grew on me. everyone grew on me. another important one is tsukishima, who i admit i wasn't paying very much attention to until they started heading toward karafuto (during the first reading) and then i was like, that was the guy in the coal mine... right? oh, he's been there The Whole Time. and his design didn't change very much. he grew on me a lot. first you think snake nose, but then you think bunny nose. (someone on pixiv said gorilla nose? i don't like that…) his little beard doesn't strike me as nasty either (why not?? i don't know.) of course, koito was the boy of the hour as soon as he first appeared, and i paid a normal amount of attention to him. (the only part of his design that changed is that his eyebrows got stronger and his parted hair got fixed. actually his part seems to fluctuate between messy and neat.) i really like the dynamic of koito being a needy younger pain-in-the-ass to tsukishima while outranking him and being taller than him. in japanese, tsukishima always addresses him with polite speech, and koito rarely even addresses tsukishima with an honorific. tsukikoi seems to be a good and semi-wholesome ship… you know, semi-wholesome. listen, they end up together forever at the end, so it's fine. you guys can make obnoxiously cute posts about what they would do in domestic situations if you want. so anyway, it's not just ogata who got my attention. but it is ogata who this post is about, so let's end this paragraph and leave room for more notes.

Noda-sensei will use any and every opportunity to show you the silhouette of a dick and balls swinging around during an action scene where people happen to be naked. However, he doesn't do that with Ogata. The reason is that he wants you to remember that Ogata is a serious bad guy character and doesn't want you laughing at his dick and balls. For the same reason, he also precludes Ogata from partaking in the horny otter sumo wrestling. In this essay, I will-- ok just kidding, they showed his dick and balls when he kicked koito in the face. and then they showed that exact panel again a few chapters later. with his dick and balls again.

i bet the hyaku in hyakunosuke is obviously referring to getting a 100% hit rate. (hyaku means 100, same kanji and everything. -nosuke is a common ending for a boy's name.) or to put it in sogeking terms, 100 shots, 100 hits, lu lu la la lu

it's interesting that out of the 4 people we see tsurumi gratuitously manipulate into loyalty, ogata is the only one where it doesn't stick very well. to be fair, tsurumi played his game with ogata a bit differently than with the others. he helped ogata kill his father and promised to help him rise through the ranks, but ogata didn't understand at first that tsurumi had an ulterior motive that would make hanazawa's death a win-win for him. it was usami who brought up mantetsu and made ogata understand he was being manipulated. but even knowing that, he thought tsurumi might uphold the other part of his end of the deal by helping ogata get into the army academy, so he was willing to play along. of course, tsurumi's time was split between everyone he was trying to manipulate (as well as pursuing his main goals), so everything couldn't happen at once. another problem was that each of them wanted to be daddy's only special little boy, and ogata was no exception, so he got impatient upon seeing him pay attention to the others and thought tsurumi wasn't working to help him fast enough. it was only when ogata decided that tsurumi wasn't holding up his end of the deal that he decided to betray him by working for central (in the hopes that central could uphold a similar deal instead). i think i'm getting that right. compared to what tsurumi did for tsukishima, he didn't do that much for ogata. but tsukishima was his masterpiece of manipulation-- look how much he got out of him. in the end, tsurumi wanted to cultivate soldiers who are dogs among sheep, but of course, ogata is a cat in that metaphor…

i didn't read the manga well enough the first time and was thinking that ogata's failure to advance in the ranks was because he just wasn't really good at anything but sniping, and sniping wasn't properly appreciated by the higher-ups. while those two things are basically true, i now understand that he couldn't get promoted because he didn't attend the necessary school and was ineligible for any promotion above his current rank, regardless of his skills. and that's why his roundabout desire to climb in the ranks was hinged on his going back to school, which he couldn't do without the help of either tsurumi or central. so complicated…

people ship ogata and sugimoto, and i'm really torn about that. they do look kinda good together, but first and foremost, sugimoto deserves better (and he deserves a character who doesn't die at the end). i also think that the dynamic between those two is not that fun or interesting-- yeah, they almost kill each other and then save each other, etc., and that's fun, but i mean all the other interactions. i think there's not that much potential between them. plus ogata shoots him in the head. maybe that part should have come first and foremost. he does shoot the man in the head. that being said, of course, there's not a lot of great options for sugimoto to begin with, so i understand when people want to put him with ogata-- they need someone for sugimoto to be horny with, and they need someone for ogata to be horny with. like, who else do we have for sugimoto? shiraishi? you could argue for it… tanigaki? but what he has with inkarmat is pretty good, and i hate to sully canon romances by shipping against them. kiroranke? dies. anyone in the army? they're living in different worlds at the end of the story… just not a lot of great options for sugimoto, who deserves the best. also, if ogata and sugimoto had anything between them, ogata's death would make sugimoto sad, and i wouldn't like that.

shiraishi/ogata might be funny though. i like that scene when shiraishi is like "boy am i hungry!" to the man with a gun who likes to hunt and ogata doesn't say anything or look at him. (other good options for shiraishi include kiroranke [who dies] and boutarou [who dies]. that's 3 for 3 dead. unfortunate.)

i saw some ogata fanart. some artists like to give him Sneaky Squints and Crafty Grin all the time. he is sneaky, and he has distinctive eyes, but i think canon makes it clear that Sneaky Squints and Crafty Grin is a very rare special occasion thing, and a huge majority of the time he only has Glassy Eyes and nothing at all going on with the mouth. and that is the righteous truth. in a manga, facial expressions are a very important part of characterization, especially for characters who are always around but not always involved, so i prefer fanart where people try to emulate (and exaggerate) the faces a character makes in canon instead of assigning their preferred faces to a given character. (an unrelated example of this assigning of preferences would be taking two complex characters and turning one into Stoic Seme and the other into Weepy Uke. it is shocking how thoroughly and audaciously people will squish characters into those two molds. what a waste of time.) i get that i'm probably in the top 1% of sticklerism when it comes to wanting characters to adhere strictly to canon in certain ways, but it's because i strongly feel that canon ogata who is making a neutral Ogata Face 95% of the time and a rare Other Face 5% of the time is true and beautiful. to sully that by tailoring his character to your preferences is your prerogative, but to hate that is also my prerogative. not that i would ever leave negative comments or anything along those lines, ever. because that's stupid and a waste of time. the most time i will waste in that way is the time it takes to write what i've been writing here.

ogata dakimakura is permitted but it has to be ogata laid up on a stretcher, wrapped up, splinted arm, with his face all puffy after getting dumped in the river by sugimoto. or it has to be ogata standing up wearing his uniform complete with little cape and his gun on his back and looking through his binoculars into the distance. or it has to be a watchtower spanning the length of the pillow and ogata is perched in it, looking through his binoculars into the distance.

i hate the relationship between ogata and usami. usami is the ultimate slimy little dog (derogatory). nasty little freak usami. ogata is wrong about almost everything, but he was right about usami being the cheapest piece on tsurumi's gameboard. nasty little wannabe sexual predator usami. that scene where ogata's like "i'm normal, right?" and usami is affirming all the things he's wrong about, it's like, the man is fucked up enough already! i can't believe i'm saying this, but you're a corrupting influence on him! i don't like how usami calls ogata "hyakunosuke" like they're friends… tsurumi calls him that because he's manipulating him and a cool dad calls his special little boy by his given name, but usami fucking hates him, and yet he calls him that anyway. something gross about it. usami's death was perfect. nasty little death. and i liked how ogata kept quiet due to bullet in mouth while usami was going on and on saying whatever he wanted while he beat the shit out of him, and then usami left after getting shot, and ogata felt compelled to say his one-liner to himself. fuckin nerd

i like the ogata who is seriously, seriously wondering if he's being haunted by his brother's ghost.

i think my one main beef with everyday heroes scans, who did an overall great job scanlating, is that they should have kept honorifics. keeping honorifics is a tough choice to make for a translator because it can be confusing for an english reader, especially when you come across one that's out of the standard few. but i was very surprised to find upon watching the anime that sugimoto calls asirpa "asirpa-san"; i had no way of knowing that in the manga! even though she's so much younger than him, even when their relationship becomes very close, even when yelling out her name in moments of desperation, he keeps the honorific. it might just be out of habit, but i think it indicates how much he respects her. it might be small, but something is lost by omitting the -san. honorifics and the ways people address each other are very important in japanese, and because this story takes place chiefly in japan, chiefly among japanese (and japanese-speaking) characters, i think keeping honorifics would have been perfectly appropriate in this circumstance. i also think it would have clarified some things for the readers rather than confusing them. (for contrast, it would make perfect sense to omit honorifics in a story that doesn't take place in japan but just happens to be written in japanese… though some meaning would still be lost.) (side note: EH scans does in fact keep some honorifics: the ainu word "nispa.") and sometimes, omitting the honorific in a context where it is important can make the translated wording MORE awkward. the example i'm thinking of is when ogata is recovering in the hospital and the scanlation shows him muttering, "yuusaku… sir…" now i'm 98% sure that ogata called yuusaku "yuusaku-dono," even though younger siblings typically get no honorifics, because yuusaku outranked him (and also maybe to show distance between them), and that's what he's muttering in that scene. i think it's less weird to call your younger half-sibling "-dono" in japanese than it would be to call your younger half-sibling "sir" in english. it's an in-between level of respect (and distance) that doesn't exist in english. so it became weirder in english, and leaving the honorific would have preserved that meaning. well, i do respect that EH scans made their decision about honorifics in the very beginning and then stuck with it to the very end. i guess it would have been worse if they selectively added in SOME honorifics when they thought it was important. but my opinion is that they should have made the decision to keep honorifics from the beginning.

in chapter 283, ogata falls asleep on the train and dreams of his mother singing a traditional song to him about how the way there is easy, but the way back is scary. i think the symbolism is clearly that it was easy for him to kill his mother and his brother, but it's not easy (or possible) to take it back. it's a one-way path that he chose. it's another subconscious manifestation of his feelings of guilt.

now here is something i've been puzzling over but which everyone but me has probably already made sense of. i think this is the only part of the manga that has stuck with me BECAUSE i am confused by it. chapter 199, page 6. kidnapped koito otonoshin, whose father just told him over the phone that he cannot be saved, is saying something heartbreaking in reply, and one of his captors is rubbing his back as if to comfort him. what else could that be but a comforting hand? am i mistaken? and it's got to be important because it takes up THREE panels! now, if you're like me and you've decided that tsukikoi is the OTP of golden kamuy, your first thought was to want tsukishima to be the one under the white hat, and ogata is the one watching disapprovingly because he's a jerk. but otonoshin smacks and bloodies the face of man in the white hat with the back of his head, and the wounds we later see (and basically everything else) make it clear that the white hat was ogata. (then of course they put those hats on russian-looking corpses that they obtained… somehow. kidnapped off the street?) (side note: when they take the white hat and mask off one of the corpses, otonoshin should have been suspicious right away, because that guy's nose wasn't bloodied or anything. but i'll let his lack of perception slide given the circumstances. unless he remembers it in a later chapter and i'm the one who forgot.) anyway, so it was clearly ogata who rubbed otonoshin's back, which seems really weird and out of character. i was thinking that it must have been that tsurumi gave them orders along the lines of not completely breaking the kid's will and making sure he isn't too physically or emotionally hurt (or else he and his father wouldn't be usable in the future). this would gel with the fact that tsurumi seems slightly surprised/perturbed when commander koito says he's going to tell otonoshin to die for his country (because of course that's not what tsurumi wants or had planned for). so maybe ogata interpreted those orders, thought otonoshin was giving up on life, and decided that he should make sure the kid's will wasn't completely broken by providing a little comfort. and then the glare from the black hat is tsukishima with a sentiment like, "you're giving the game away, you dumb piece of shit! captors wouldn't do that! ESPECIALLY IF THEY DON'T SPEAK JAPANESE!" but another possibility occurs to me. we heard from ogata when he was pointing his gun at huci that he doesn't want to just kill someone's grandma if he can help it. he's a cold-blooded killer when he thinks he has a reason, but maybe he does have the thinnest sentimental streak when it comes to people he does not perceive as a threat. so maybe that thin streak is showing here? kidnapping some weak kid might have been the dirtiest work tsurumi had ever put him up to at that point. (did he kill his father before or after this? but was that even dirty work to him, when he felt he had a good reason?) maybe he honestly felt emotionally reluctant to traumatize a defenseless 16-year-old like that, so he reached out to comfort him without thinking. i wonder what is the fandom consensus about that page, yet i feel reluctant to look it up… but whichever scenario it is, tsukishima's glare has to be him thinking, "man, you suck at dirty work." (and afterward, ogata glares at otonoshin because he's angry and humiliated that he underestimated how much of a threat a bound 16-year-old posed to him.)

EDIT: regarding the above paragraph, i think i've realized the correct interpretation. it's not that the situation of kidnapping a kid has activated ogata's thin sentimental streak. it's the specific circumstances of the lines that were just said: commander koito saying he could not save otonoshin, and otonoshin apologizing to his father and asking him to pretend he had never been born. that combination of circumstances was maybe the only thing that could flip ogata's empathy switch enough to make him reach out a comforting hand. he probably feels with great certainty that if he himself had ever been kidnapped and held for ransom, his own father would have told him to die for his country as well, and he might even have said a similar line in response. the pain otonoshin felt in that moment was so clear to ogata that he couldn't help but comfort him... it's a key emotional character development moment for ogata... with his face covered... but of course he misinterpreted otonoshin's resilience and that's how he got his nose bashed.

i cried a lot when i first read ogata's death chapter, and i cried a lot the second time too. i think noda-sensei might be a genius… one thing that didn't register on first reading was that ogata must have enjoyed the time he spent traveling with asirpa and the others in a way, even if he didn't exactly realize it. asirpa reminded him of yuusaku, not just in her innocence, but in the way she trusted him and ate with him and joked with him and treated him as if he were "normal" (when he believes he isn't normal). ogata was yearning for familial love his whole life; he just fixated on getting it only from his father, which wasn't going to happen, and ignored what he got from his mother and his brother. yuusaku was the only one who loved him, but he got some of that warm familial feeling from asirpa and the others as well, even though he usually acted cold. (i think he said "hinna" primarily to manipulate asirpa... but maybe after saying it, he felt happy.) and now, not only did he have to deal with his mistake of killing yuusaku, but here he was trying to kill asirpa too! not only that, but he was corrupting her into killing HIM, and he thought he wanted that, but he didn't! he couldn't even accept his old guilt, and now he was foolishly inflicting new guilt, as if by compulsion! it's so painful! as he breaks down, we see him realizing his mistake in real time, how his goal of proving his father worthless was itself worthless all along, how he didn't actually need to kill any of his family, how he was following the wrong path based on his delusions and misunderstandings his whole life, and it hurts him so much… and he tries to deny it, but he's having it explained to him by himself, and he can only trust himself… whenever he felt conflicted about anything, he would just find some way stamp out the opposing view and believe in himself, but now, both sides were him, so he couldn't do that, and as a result, he was defeated. the chapter was very emotionally powerful… he died a coward's death because, never having confronted his guilt before, he couldn't imagine being able to live with it… and vasily found his body by the railroad tracks and painted his fursona.

you could ship ogata with vasily but the fact remains that they spend vasily's entire span of appearance in the manga in a fight to the death and then one of them dies. also he shot vasily in the mouth. you can't shoot a mouth with your gun and then try to kiss it later. that's inappropriate

the last time ogata shoots sugimoto, he doesn't aim for the head. it's as though he learned his lesson. but it still didn't work, did it?

i saw the ogata nendoroid and took damage from it. hate it. i don't want any more chibis...

it seems that some things are changed in the volume releases of golden kamuy. i have only read the scanlated magazine releases. i wonder if i can be content to decide that this is the end of my ogata post when i don't know if any important ogata details were changed in the volumes. i would also like to read and compare the official translation. one thing i want to see in the volume releases is if noda-sensei ever goes back and adds teeth to the white voids of characters' mouths. it is incredibly clear to me that noda-sensei truly, viscerally hates drawing teeth. that's fair, but i do prefer even the vaguest semblance of teeth to a white void of a mouth. when he does draw teeth, they usually look perfectly passable. anyway, my next project will be deciding how to get my hands on the official translated volumes and then rereading again.

i think that might be all i have to say about ogata hyakunosuke right now.

[buck-yyyy]

is spontaneous combustion an appropriate reaction to a forehead kiss?

I FINISHED IT***

Summary: Will short-circuits when Mike kisses his forehead after winning a round of Nintendo.

Pairings: Will Byers x Mike Wheeler

Warnings: None

Word Count: 479

Authors Note: y'all i pumped this shit out as FAST as possible once i had the idea- hope you like it!! @henrythepug i promised i'd tag you in it when i finished writing :)

“You little bitch! You little bitch!” Mike mashed his fingers on the controller, desperate as Will cackled maniacally. “Oh, you sadistic bastard, I’m gonna fu-”

    “MICHEAL!” Karen Wheeler’s voice floated down from the stairwell, sharp and irritated. Mike snapped his head around, eyes widening as he realized just how loud he was being.

    “Mom! It’s just a game, I don’t actually mean any of it, I promise-” Beep beep! The TV lit up- in his lapse of attention, Will KO’d Mike’s game character. “Oh, FUCK.”

    “Micheal Wheeler, if you don’t watch your mouth, I will come down there and unplug that thing.” The door to the basement closed, and Will watched, trying not to laugh, as Mike turned back to the TV, a sour look on his face.

    Will grinned, smug. It wasn’t often he was able to beat Mike- he’d have to hold this victory over his head for the coming weeks. “So. What were you saying earlier, about being better than all of Hawkins at this game?” Mike scowled, clearly biting back a scathing response.

    “We BOTH know that if my mom hadn’t come down here, then I would’ve recovered, and kicked your sorry ass all the way back to Lenora.”

    Will quirked up his eyebrow, doing his best not to smile like an idiot. “I don’t know, the television screen seems to have a different opinion.” He gestured towards the TV with his controller, where colorful, blocky letters announced Will’s indisputable victory. 

    “Oh, fuck off,” Mike whispered under his breath, much to Will’s amusement. He loved it when Mike got defensively competitive. “Okay, so another round then. I’ll show you, it’ll be an easy win.”

    “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

~~~

    Fifteen minutes and three rounds later, Mike would, unfortunately, be proven right.

    “I told you, Byers! I fucking told you! Easiest fight of my life, I’m telling you,” Mike crowed, holding up his arms in a victory pose. Will set down his controller, bowing his head towards Mike.

    “I concede. For today only, Micheal Wheeler, you may be considered the winner of Nintendo.”

    “Today only?! Fuck that, I’m better than you every day!” Mike reached forward, tilting Will’s head closer to him and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling back and continuing his cheering.

    Holy shit. Mike just. Kissed him. On the forehead. 

    Will was sure his face had to be beet-red as he struggled to process what the hell just happened.

    Mike kissed him. On the forehead. On purpose? Because he won? 

    His stomach twisted, simultaneously thrilled and uncertain, the wings of a million butterflies dancing around in his gut as he stared slack-jawed at Mike. 

    “Well, Byers? How did those words from earlier taste?” Mike was practically beaming with smug confidence, all flushed cheeks and bright eyes, and god did it suit him. 

    Words, Will, words would be good right about now.

    “I- yeah. Wo..  words eaten,” Will said lamely. “Uh. Do- D’you want to play another round?”

~~~

    Mike laid awake, staring at the ceiling. It was probably 2am at this point, but he had no desire to go to sleep. 

    Jesus christ, he kissed his best friend on the forehead.

    It was completely spur of the moment; impulsive at best, stupid at worst. Will seemed so awkward afterwards, edging on blatant discomfort. Should he apologize? It wasn’t a kiss based on feelings- well, the feelings were there, but that wasn’t why he kissed him, it wasn’t like he was trying to tell Will that hey, I know we’re best friends and you’re straight but I’ve been in love with you for the past two years. That.. seemed like a lot to dump on a guy during a game of Nintendo. 

    Mike groaned, smashing his face into a pillow.

    He’d bring it up with Will tomorrow, apologize if he made him uncomfortable, and maybe, maybe they could move past it and everything could be normal.

    But that was tomorrow Mike’s problem. Tonight, all Mike cared about was replaying the moment over and over again, guiltily relishing in what he would find out the next day was one of the best decisions he’d ever made.

***ALSO!! i posted this on AO3, i'd really appreciate it if you guys could go show it some love over there <33

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

Hello, love! How r u?

First of all, I just want to say sorry for being my third request 🤣🤣 I'M SOOOORRY! I dont wanna bore you, but you are so attentive and dearest with me... and i cant resist, because your writing is inspiring! 😍🥰

Okay, it's like i'm "flattering", but its true! 🤣

Alright, lets go! 😅

I don't know, maybe you had already written something like that... if you have it, sent to me, please!

Could you write a jealousy Bucky, like... reader is the only person who he had ever talked, specially about the nightmares being the winter soldier, and, i don't know... maybe an ex-boyfriend being back, or another avenger flirt with the reader, what was just a kidding and Bucky taking to serious... some situation that make him being jealousy? He decides to talk about that when they're training (he helps her with self defense), and the fight takes such a serious turn that they offend each other.

They past a few days without talking each other and Bucky starts to get a little bit closer with another girl, maybe Natasha or Sharon, what makes this time, reader get jealousy.

In the end, the Avengers are in a mission to save a city being attacked by aliens. (The next idea was inspired by TikTok 😅) When all its over, Bucky appears looking for "her", asking if "she" is okay and the girl who approached him appears, saying she's fine and hug him... when actually, he's looking for the reader.

The reader is the last one to appears, asking if everyone is okay and Bucky goes and hugs her and happy end (?) 🤣🤣

Sometimes i feel like im being annoying for making long requests... and so specific lol sorry, but its just an idea that appears in my mind. I'll control myself, I promise! 🤣🤣

Thank u for reading, darling! U r awesome 🥰 Luv u ❤😘 have an amazing day!

Double-Sided

A/N: Hey, love! First off, feel free to send in as many requests as you’d like... I don’t mind at all! I love each and every one!! Thank you so much for sending this one in. It truly was a pleasure to write. Also, YOU are awesome and I hope you’re having the best day. Love you too! :)

I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated! 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: angst/fluff, weapons, violence, cursing

His fists have been clenched. All. Damn. Week. Ready to strike Loki in the face at any possible moment. Every time he’s gone out of his way to see you, there was Loki, unabashedly flirting with you with a smug grin plastered on his face. And today is no different. 

You watch as Bucky strolls into the gym and aggressively throws his bag against the wall. He dares a glance at you and all you see is anger. 

Did you do something wrong?

“Barnes looks a little troubled today, don’t you think, darling?” 

Loki’s close. Pressed into your side, to be exact. His tall frame bent over as he speaks into your ear. 

You notice Bucky’s glance peeking over at the God standing next to you and for a second, you wonder if his anger is directed towards him. 

“Let’s just warm up.” 

A distraction is what you need. Anything to keep your mind off the fuming super soldier across the room. Unfortunately for you, luck isn’t on your side today. 

“Y/N, you’re with Buck.” Steve’s words are clipped and you know it would be pointless to argue. 

Sighing, you slide under the guardrail and come face to face with the brooding man himself. 

“Buck.” 

“Y/N.” 

His jaw is tight, clenched shut in fury. You rack your brain to file through anything you’ve could’ve done these past few weeks to make him this way. Bucky’s your best friend and it hurts to think he’d dismiss you like this, without even talking to you. Besides Steve, you’re the only one he’s let in, willingly coming to you about his nightmares. And you’re always there to pick up the pieces for him. With willing arms. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Bucky’s hand pummeling towards you, aiming for your face. You dodge it quickly, bending down to slide out from under his arm. 

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, not wanting to capture the attention of the others. 

Bucky grunts, swiping his leg out to intercept yours. “What makes you think something is wrong?”

Jumping to the side, you land on your back and immediately rise onto your feet. “I know you, Buck. Plus, anyone in a foot radius can sense the anger coming off you. It’s kind of distracting.” 

Grabbing your waist, he pulls your arms behind your back, his mouth resting near your ear. “Sorry to be such an inconvenience, doll.” 

Twisting out of his hold, you move to stand across from him. “That’s not what I meant-” 

“Are you fucking him?” 

What in the fuck?

Your arm shoots out on its own accord, your fist heading straight for his face. He grabs your hand right before it connects with bone. “You haven’t even given me the time of day,” he seethes out. 

Really? He’s angry at you right now? After that comment?

“You haven’t really given me the chance to,” you counter. 

He twists your arm, sending you tumbling to the floor. In an instant, his body is on top of yours, holding you down with his weight. “How can I? Every time I walk up to your door, all I hear is him.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you struggle to push him off you. “He’s just being friendly.”

With one hand, he pushes your arms over your head and onto the floor. “And you’re just pathetically naive.” 

Scoffing, you plant your feet onto his chest, forcing him off you. Standing, you give him one last glance. “And you’re just a fucking jerk.” 

You walk off before he can respond, leaving him cursing to himself as he watches your retreating form. 

---

Exactly one week later and still no word from Bucky. To be fair, you haven’t spoken to him either, still reeling from what he said to you during training. 

Pathetically naive. What an ass. 

Turning your head, the irony hits you full force. To the right of you sits Bucky and Sharon, heads down as they speak quietly. 

And, here’s the other thing. Since your fight, Bucky has been spending a large amount of time with Ms. Carter over there. At least three hours a day, not that you’ve taken notice or anything. It’s not like you’re jealous. 

“My apologies for causing a rift between you and Bucky, darling.” 

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as you look over at Loki. “Don’t apologize for Bucky’s stupidity. Us not talking has nothing to do with you.” 

“If you insist.” 

Sighing, you look back over to Bucky, who’s already staring at you. You lock eyes, your breath ripped out of your chest as a small grin appears on his face. 

Asshole.

“What was that, darling?” 

Realizing you spoke out loud, you smile fakely at Loki before standing up to grab your gear. “Nothing to worry about.” 

---

Groaning, you pull yourself back up after falling down onto the cement yet again. You have the cuts to prove it, skin bloody and burning. 

All you have to do is wait for Clint to destroy the reactor. Then, these stubborn aliens will vanish in thin air. Except, he left half an hour ago and you’re getting tired. 

“What the hell is the hold up?” you grunt into your comms, striking an alien in the chest with your spear. 

“Sorry, Y/N, I got caught up. Almost there now.” 

You want to punch Clint repeatedly and you decide right then and there that the next time you see him, you will. 

At least sixty aliens have already come and gone, and your body is tired. Screaming out for you to just stop and rest. 

“Just hurry the fuck up.” You’re not in the mood for manners. 

“Want me to come help?” Loki asks. You appreciate the thought. Truly, you do. But, by the time he gets over to your location, you will have killed another sixty aliens, so you see no point. 

“I’m okay, I just wish Clint wouldn’t take his sweet fucking-” 

One of the aliens rushes into your side, knocking you to the ground hard. The breath is swept out of your chest and you struggle for air. 

You throw your arms up, dodging all punches that are coming your way. 

“Y/N?” Clint asks, concerned as to why you didn’t finish your sentence. 

After a few seconds of silence, Bucky’s voice yells through the comms. “What’s Y/N’s location? Y/N? Goddamnit, you better be okay!” 

Rolling out from under the aliens, you struggle to jump back onto your feet before a knife appears out of nowhere, slicing into your side. 

Fuck.

You go down once again, landing straight on your back, your head slamming into the cement ground. Blood trickles down your face and you know your head is cut open. 

You look down to see your side bleeding out. Double fuck. 

Feeling your head start to get heavy, you take a deep breath and focus on keeping your eyes open. 

C’mon, Clint. You’ve gotta almost be there by now. 

Another minute goes by and you’re barely able to dodge the oncoming attacks from the aliens. 

This is it. This is how you’ll die. 

Another slice into your side and you gasp, the pain slicing through you. 

“Y/N?!” 

You want to answer Bucky. You do, but you can’t find the strength to open-

“Got it.” 

Clint’s voice flows through your ears as the aliens in front of you vanish in thin air. Tears start to roll down your cheeks and you laugh, unable to wrap your head around the fact that you almost just died. 

Instead of thinking about it, you muster all the strength you can to get up. 

Time to go find the others.

---

“Where are they?” 

Bucky’s eyes are wildly searching for you, panic rising up in his chest when he doesn’t see you. “Where the fuck are they?!” 

Sharon appears out of nowhere, stepping in front of Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck? I’m right here. I’m okay.” She reaches a hand out to rest on his shoulder, checking him over for any injuries. “Are you okay?”

Scoffing, Bucky pushes Sharon to the side, continuing to look around. “Somebody please tell me they’ve seen Y/N!” 

He’s almost in the midst of a panic attack now, everyone else on the team staring back at him. The only one he doesn’t see is you. He can’t lose you. He can’t. He won’t allow it-

“Is everyone okay?” 

The sound of your voice has him whipping around, eyes wide as he takes in your form. You’re slumped over, holding your side as blood seeps through your fingers. You have blood caked on your face, reaching down towards your eyes. 

He runs to you, grasping your cheeks with his hands and planting his lips firmly against yours. 

In shock, your mind takes a second to grasp what’s happening before your lips start to move in sync with his, your arms wrapping around his neck. 

When the two of you pull apart, you’re both breathing heavily. 

“What was that for?” You pant out. 

Bucky swoops in for another kiss and damnit, if it isn’t everything you’ve ever dreamed of. 

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispers against your mouth. 

You have so much to say, so many confessions to make, but the only thing that manages to slip past your lips is a small “okay”. 

“Good.” Bucky smiles after that, gently kissing the top of your head. “Let’s get you to a medic, doll.” 

You let Bucky guide you towards the quinjet like a lovesick puppy. You know you’ll talk about the kiss later, more than likely in the setting of his bed as you’re cuddling. But for now, you focus on getting patched up. 

As you walk, you pass Loki. He’s staring at the two of you intensely, his lips slightly lifted in the smallest of grins. When he notices you looking back at him, he nods his head, his grin turning into a full-blown smirk. 

That motherfucker. 

Suddenly, everything makes sense. Bucky wasn’t mad at you, he was jealous. Of Loki. And Loki knew the whole time. It was all a part of his mischievous plan, to get the two of you together. 

You chuckle to yourself. “The ultimate trickster.” 

Bucky looks behind at you, a confused look on his face. “What was that?” 

You shake your head and smile. “Nothing. Just happy to be with you.” 

He flashes you a toothy grin before turning back around and you're left with your thoughts, thinking of how to repay Loki. 

And as Bucky pulls you into the quinjet, the only thing on your mind is where you can purchase a gold and green, antique dagger.

[solarwonux]

59.  “I’m still sore from last night.”

single dad!jungkook x f!reader

w.c: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, non-penetrative unprotected sex. Jungkook thinks too much lol.

note: hello, first and foremost, THANK YOU FOR 1K. I’m over the moon honestly, I found out while I was on my mini vacation and it just made it 10x better so thank you so much. Anyway, I hope you like this one, it was so much fun to write, let me know your thoughts. Send me a prompt or two if you’d like. hehe <3

sequel

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

The single ray of light peeked through the slit of Jungkook’s dark curtains, making his eyelids flutter open in discomfort. He sat up on his elbows, looking over at your splayed-out body occupying the usual empty spot next to him. Arm lying lazily around his midriff and leg wrapped around his waist. In a poor attempt to hold him hostage. He could easily slip out without waking you up, but this was a rare sight for him. You in his bed, hair messily fanning out against his dark pillows, and his sheets hanging off your naked body. Your skin glowing under the peeking sun rays of the morning sun, painting tiny sunspots all over your body. 

It was a rare sight for him because you rarely stayed over, and he wanted to revel in the quiet and still moment as much as he could. As much as you allowed him to do so. Before you woke up panicking peeling your limbs away from his body in a frantic sleepy search for your clothes that occupied every inch of his one-bedroom loft.

He was outgrowing it in every sense of the word. Last week he had to replace the crib in the far with a twin-sized bed, leaving little room to comfortably move around it. It had been proven to him last night when you accidentally bumped your knee into the corner of his daughter’s bed while you helped him clean up his place, while she was away at her grandparents for the weekend. 

It was why you had shamelessly decided to stay over. It was why he was able to wake up next to you. Why he was contemplating on waking you up so the two of you could hunt for apartments together. Why he had been turning the same sentences over in his head, looking for the right way to ask you to move in with him. To marry him. Would asking the two questions side by side be too overwhelming, or will knocking two birds with one stone be the right thing to do?

He didn’t know, this was all new to him. Haneul’s mother didn’t want her, didn’t love her and left her to him before disappearing without a trace. You were the first person he called when he arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Having his daughter in his arms, a daughter he had no idea he had until that morning, was terrifying and in the midst of his breakdown, he dialed your number. You were his best friend back then, now you were his girlfriend and the only mother Haneul had ever and will ever know. He wanted everything to be official but he didn’t know how or if he should.

Frustrated, he lays down again, running his hand down his torso until it reaches your hand. He walks his fingers up your arm in a ghostlike matter, while humming quietly, contemplating the ever-present questions that he always found himself swallowing. It was never the right time, but the right time never seemed to come, so maybe he should just blurt it out and then hide away. 

“Good morning,” you croak, sleep still present in your voice. A smile creeps onto Jungkook’s face, his thoughts fleeting to hide in the back of his mind again. He turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. 

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He hums leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before burying his head in your neck. You smelled like green tea and white sage; the scent of your body lotion and him. It made him feel calm. Though if he were to ever express that thought out loud you would just say that it was the work of your stress-free body lotion. But no, you smelled, felt like home to him and it made him feel calm. 

You twinkle your fingers down his bare back, the gnawing emptiness in the pit of your stomach returns. Your alone time with him was coming to an end and you hated it. “I have to get up, I have to go.” You whisper, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head. 

Jungkook makes a disappointed sound, tightening his hold around you. “No five more minutes.” He whines kissing down your neck and lifts his head. A smug smile painting his beautiful features. “I can convince you to stay.” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips into yours. 

“Babe.” You place a hand on his chest, your head hitting his pillow again, as the pleasure overtakes your body. “I-I can’t, I’m still sore from last night.” You breathe out as he grinds his half-hard cock against you. 

He hums, chest swelling up in disgusting testosterone-filled pride. He knows he rocked your world a few times last night. Still remembers how he had you screaming louder than usual underneath him, enough to have his neighbors banging furiously against his wall. “We don’t have to go all the way, we can just stay like this.” He whispers, kissing your temple, grinding his hips against yours experimentally. It was slow and careful. He didn’t want to work himself up to full mast without your verbal agreement. Jungkook always respected your boundaries and he knew your body better than anyone you had allowed to touch you in the past. So, if you were to tell him no as much as he wanted you not to he would stop without a complaint ever leaving his lips. 

You smile and push him down, straddling him. “Okay but relax, I could literally hear you thinking while I was still sleeping.” You roll your hips, your clit brushing against the tip of his fired-up cock.

He lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, resting his hands on your ass, “I got a lot to think about.” He winks before moving up his bed resting his back against the headboard of his bed, your chest now against his. “Keep going, I want to paint your pretty lips with my cum.” He mumbles kissing your cheek. 

“For a dad, you’re always horny. I thought having a kid would kill your sexual prowess.” You sigh running your wet pussy over his cock harder, your lips fluttering around him, ready to take him in fully. 

He laughs, bucking his hips against yours, a whimper falling out of your lips. “It did at first, remember?” He hisses when your clit brushes up against his angry head again. He wants to be inside you so badly, but he knows he’s already pushing it just with this, though, he can’t complain. When it comes to you, everything was euphoric. 

You nod, looking down at him with hooded lust-filled eyes, resting your palms against his shoulders to use him as leverage to go faster. “Y-Yeah, you couldn’t get it up for the longest time, now I swear, f-fuck, it doesn’t stay down.” You rest your forehead against his. 

Jungkook moves his hand between your bodies, his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow careful circles, making you jolt. “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy, everything you do is sexy.” 

“Mmm, don’t stop please.” You arch your back, your hard nipples brushing against his. The bars decorating them still catch you off guard. They had been an on the whim decision back in college during a particularly stressful finals week. You had held his hand throughout the entire piercing process and wiped away his tears as he made you swear not to tell anyone he cried in pain and came in his pants all at the same time. You did and have kept his secret ever since. Now using the ladder against him during sex.

He rubbed your clit fast, his cock trapped between the wet lips of your pussy, quiet pants falling out of chapped lips. The pleasure was building fast against the pit of your stomach, “I’m close baby, are you?” 

Jungkook hummed, grabbing hold of your hips and rolling them against him. The change of rhythm was much more intimate and arousing. There was no space between the two of you, your clit was brushing against the short course hairs against his mound, and it was driving you insane.

“Yes, baby, do you want me to pull away?” 

“No, no want to feel you close Kook.” You threw your head back, pulling on his hair, letting your desperate need take over your body. 

Jungkook moaned your name silently, moving your hips faster chasing both of your highs, “Gonna let me cum on you my sweet girl, gonna let me paint you with my cum. God, I wish I could fuck it into you after, but we can stop here, just let go please.” He bit down on your neck, making you arch your back. 

“Oh my-, I’m cumming Jungkook f-fuck.” You whimpered, letting your orgasm take over, moving your pussy harder against his cock, riding out your high. You looked so beautiful and fucked out, the image burning brightly inside the corner of his brain that kept all the dirty versions of you. Your swollen clit rubs over him one last time before he’s cumming. Hot sputters of his sticky white essence coating your cunt and his abdomen, your eyes wide as you watch him spill himself all over you, the immorality of it all, enough to get you going again if you could. 

“That was sexy.” Jungkook pants, making you roll your eyes. He leaves a delicate kiss against your collar bone before looking at you with soft doe pleading eyes. You never understood how he could have the dirtiest things spewing out of his mouth one second and the next he’s looking at you the same way Haneul does whenever she wants a chocolate bar before dinner. “Did I convince you to stay longer?” 

“Yes, but I might consider it more if you tell me what’s been bothering you since yesterday.” You tilt your head and stand up. Jungkook blushes when he truly assesses the mess the two of you had made, making his cock twitch at the sight. “Join me in the shower?” 

“Wait.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you down on his lap again. “Not yet, wait a while please.” 

“Jungkook as much as I wanted to be covered in your cum, it’s a little gross to just stay here cuddling.” You pout, running your hands through his hair pushing his dark bangs back. 

“I know but,” he chews on his bottom lip, the questions from earlier return and he wonders if this is the right time. You sitting on his lap covered in his cum, or if he should wait until after the two of you have showered. This was truly driving him crazy and there was no way to hide from you because you knew him better than anyone else in this entire world.

“Babe, you're thinking again and loud. What’s wrong?” You run your index finger down the side of his, tracing the tiny minuscule freckles on his cheek connecting them. 

“This is so hard, I don’t know how to just ask you to marry me and move in with me. It’s been driving me up the wall for like two weeks now. And like I don’t even have the ring yet, because it’s still being made, but they told me it would take only two weeks and it’s been a month because they’re backed up but that’s okay because they're short on staff. But I wish I had everything with me because I want everything to be perfect, you deserve perfect always and fuck, I-I just want you here forever by my side. By Haneul’s side because you make us complete and god, I don’t know how to ask you.”

There was a brief silence before you’re bending over laughing against his chest. Jungkook is left there sitting dazed and confused holding you as you laughed against him. Did he say something funny?

“Jungkook, I think you just asked me?” You lift your head, placing a hand against your chest trying to calm your nervous laughter and the pounding over your heart. 

“Fuck,” he hits the palm of his hand with his forehead, his neck flushing red from embarrassment. “I didn’t want to ask you like that please, just forget about it.” He pleads sadly, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him whole. 

“I don’t want you to.” You say stubbornly wrapping your arms around his neck, “and I want to say yes I will move in and marry you, will you let me?” Your fingers play with the hair resting on the back of his neck making him shiver. 

He’s looking at you wide-eyed and in shock, “are you sure? We can forget about it and I can ask you when we’re not covered in cum and I have everything. I’ll even write a speech.” He says fast, his heart beating hard against his chest, threatening to fall out. The only other time he’s felt this way was when he held Haneul in his arms for the first time ever. 

You shake your head, pecking his lips softly, scrunching your nose, remembering that two of you still hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I don’t want a do-over, this was perfect, I mean I still want my ring so I can show it off, but this was perfect. It was us.”  

He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders falling forward, letting the tension leave his body. He was stressed out for no reason. “I love you so much,” 

“I love you, now can we shower?” 

“Yes, and then we can get breakfast and pick up Haneul together?” 

“Sounds like a dream come true.”

[tojisun]

Hi this my first time requesting so I hope I’m doing this right 🧍🏾‍♀️ but could u elaborate on Toji and Namani poly relationship? Like one day Toji comes home really injured and reader and Nanami help him? Also could u really show how much Namani cares for him😭😭 if you do write this thank u so mush🙏🏾🛐🙏🏾🛐🙏🏾🛐

HII! sorry this took too long ahhhh i hope you like this <333 the nanami/reader/toji poly was one of my random poly ideas, but it fits? i think toji n kento would’ve balanced each other out (or kento would’ve grounded toji) hhhhs but yeah i just love toji and nanami sm!

cw: nsft for descriptions of major injuries and wounds and blood, i also don’t know much about fixing up wounds so i hope my ample knowledge from the internet works enough, (kind of) toji/nanami-centric, i attempted to world-build but i got derailed by the injury scene so hhhh // wc: 2.5k

prequel/context

i.

It starts off like this: a gun against his sheathed sword, scarred lips pulled in a snarl, a torn suit jacket, warm hands.

It blossomed like this: his body slammed onto the wall as lips ravaged his own, his hands clawing at a sturdier back, inky black hair tickling his pale face, teeth digging into his neck.

It came into fruition like this: whispered confessions and years of chasing a ghost, demanding to be let go when he keeps returning to his home, asking him what he wants, saying “I love you” back.

It grew like this: loving another who loved the two of them just as much.

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ii.

Kento glowers at Toji’s towering frame, looking up at him as the older man smiles down at him, black hair framing his head and creating shadows on his face that makes Toji look much more omnipotent than Kento is used to.

He can hear you snickering from behind Toji and he feels himself frown. He didn’t expect you to help Toji with this.

“Hey, no pouting,” Toji tells him, sounding a little too smug for Kento’s liking. He rolls his eyes but Toji just clicks his tongue. “No eye-rolling too, baby.”

“I’ll stop if you stop being ridiculous,” Kento says, crossing his arms before looking at the cursed weed hanging at the head of their doorframe.

Toji just shrugs. “It’s tradition, darlin’.” His voice is teasing, curling at the end as if he’s drunk. Toji’s smile is honest, however, and his eyes are shining with anticipation. You giggle again and, really, it’s getting a lot harder to not play along with you and Toji.

Toji’s lips stretch wider, as though he knew that Kento’s resolve is waning, and he is so beautiful and charming, stealing what little breath is in Kento’s lungs. Kento eyes the mistletoe again and groans. “Fine,” he says and pulls Toji to kiss him.

Toji’s eyes widened before drooping, looking soft and kind. He wraps his arms around Kento, and slots his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Kento hums, satisfied and overwhelmed, at the same time. Toji’s kisses, after all, always leave him so, so breathless.

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iii.

It’s past three in the morning but Toji still has yet to arrive home.

Kento tries not to worry much. He knows that Toji is a strong man and even a stronger opponent; he has skills that Kento cannot recreate even during overtime, and he has allies, as untrustworthy as they are, with him. And if skill alone is not enough—if by god’s green and unfair earth, Toji lost—then he knows that there is something else nestled in Toji’s heart that will always give him enough (time, strength, love) to pull him back home to you and Kento.

(“Promise us,” you said, and Kento blinked in surprise at the firmness of your voice. Toji seemed just as shocked before bowing to press you close to him, holding you tightly as if to assure you that yes, he would always come home to you two, no matter what.

“Say it,” Kento found himself uttering, lips tugged down as he gazed at his lovers. Toji looked up from where he burrowed his face on your head, dazzling eyes meeting Kento’s, before Kento felt warm hands pulling him into the hug. He followed without protests, slotting himself behind you and inching forward to loop his arms around what he can of Toji’s.

“I promise,” Toji finally replied, and it eased a load in Kento’s chest.)

So Kento knows that there is no use worrying for Toji. But.

That doesn’t mean that Kento is not worried for his boyfriend. (Kento scrunches his nose at the word. It feels strange to have Toji bound by that label as if he isn’t so much more.) For all that Toji is dangerous and reckless and smart, all at the same time, he is still very much human.

Sometimes, it is so easy to forget that Toji is not infallible. But it is still blood thrumming in his veins, and it is still a heart that makes him love you and Kento just as fervently. So he worries. Because if not for you and Kento, who else would worry for Toji?

Kento sighs once again, a sound that is so close to a pathetic whine, as he looks away from the clock and turns to the muted television, instead.

“Kento?”

He startles at the sound of your voice, turning to see you standing by the hallway, the orange lights of the living room washing up on you tenderly, making you look so soft and beautiful. You are clearly exhausted, looking gaunt from overwork with dark bags lining your under eyes, and yet you look nothing less than perfect to him. His worries for Toji have not fully faded, he knows it wouldn’t ever settle unless Toji is finally back home, but it feels a lot lighter now that he saw you.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” he says, getting up from the couch and embracing you. You hum, shuffling closer and Kento feels your presence somewhat settle his weary heart.

“S’fine,” you reply, rubbing your hands on his back in comfort. You are silent, then, “Toji-san’s gonna come home to us soon.”

Kento’s arms tighten around you at the reminder.

“Oh, Kento,” you whisper, pulling him closer as if to chase away the gnawing listlessness he is feeling. Kento smiles despite the situation.

He rests his head on top of yours, succumbing to the comfort that you provided. You are safe, that at least is an appeasement. You are with him, protected and okay. Tired quite a bit, but still in his arms. This is enough for now, he thinks.

You two are cuddled on the couch, the clock turning just five minutes after four in the morning, when the door creaks open. Before he could comprehend any more, you are out of his arms and running to greet Toji, calling his name with such urgency that Kento realizes that you have been worrying for Toji too.

He easily follows your footsteps, a spring at his heel, his heart finally at peace. But a yelp escapes your lips and a panicked, “Toji-san!” echoes in the hallway, and Kento’s veins are spiked and churning once again. His steps stutter at what he sees: Toji, bloodied and bruised and broken, and you, crying and hurt and lost.

(This sight would be seared into Kento’s memories, and many times his nightmares would take shape as this moment. In some of those dreams, Toji didn’t make it; he bled himself dry and left without even saying goodbye. In others, you are bleeding along with Toji, a curse having followed him home and had taken a hold of you and eaten you away before they could exorcise it—it is these dreams that leave Kento gasping for air, trembling as he remembers the way you and Toji have been taken from him. Right there, in those doorsteps. Right there, at home.)

Kento runs, legs buckling as he collapses at Toji’s other side, pulling apart his shirt and slacks to see the extent of his injuries. He hisses just as you gasped at seeing Toji’s battered body; there are claw marks—no, Kento realizes belatedly, those are bite marks—from his left shoulder to his abdomen. The punctures are deep, tearing through skin and muscle, leaving gaping holes that keep spewing out blood. There are other marks around those, a scattering of scratches and gashes as if the skin was rubbed raw. Toji’s face is busted too, the side of his head is bleeding and his hair is damp with his own blood.

It’s a miracle, truly, that Toji is still alive. That he’s here. That he’s home. Kento tries not to think about what could’ve happened, but it is a gripping and horrifying taste of the truth: they almost lost Toji. Just a breadth more and Toji would have been dust.

“Kento?” You shakily ask, turning to look at him and breaking Kento’s spiralling thoughts. His heart shatters even more at the distraught look in your face, looking so helpless and young, all of a sudden. “Kento, what do we do?”

And Kento, he—

He doesn’t know. He’s never felt this lost and this powerless before, feeling as if his strings have been cut and he is nothing but an empty shell. Fear grips him whole, rendering him unable to think right. He doesn’t know what to do for Toji, for you or for himself. There is nothing but endless silence, choking and writhing like an angry current.

He startles at a warm hand encircling his wrist. He turns, following the expanse of bloodied skin until he looks up and meets Toji’s unwavering eyes. “Stop worrying,” Toji croaks out, exhausted but resolute, and hearing his voice is like being grounded once again. He turns to his beloved, bleeding as he were, and watches as he smiles at you and Kento weakly like he isn’t bleeding profusely from his monstrous wounds. Kento sees you jolt, a whimper escaping your lips as you hold Toji’s uninjured hand.

“You idiot,” you say and Toji barks out a laugh. “You look like a chew toy and you’re telling us not to worry?”

Kento grimaces at the imagery, one that Toji laughs at again. “I’ll heal,” Toji says, voice humorous but Kento saw how a shaky thumb caressed the back of your palms, placating and apologetic. “I’ll be alright.”

And Kento doesn’t know if Toji is just throwing out empty promises, but what he knows is that he could do something. He knows how to help. So Kento forces himself to come down from the enveloping devastation and promises Toji, “You will.”

He stands up and runs to the bathroom, ignoring his shaking hands as he gathers the first-aid kit and a handful of towels. Then, he fumbles for his phone, hoping that Shoko is still awake at this time, and if she isn’t, that she will forgive him for bothering her early in the morning.

He calls her number, waiting with bated breath as it rang thrice, four times, five—then it clicks. “What?” Shoko asks, voice gruff and tired as always.

“Toji’s wounded,” Kento replies curtly, swallowing the lump in his throat and blinking his eyes quickly as if doing so would erase the image of Toji’s bleeding body from behind his eyelids. “We need you.”

Shoko curses. “I’ll be on my way,” she says and ends the call.

Kento briskly walks back beside Toji, the man blinking slowly as he sits silently and still. Kento passes the towels to you as he begins cleaning Toji’s gashes and wrapping them in gauze. You start putting pressure on Toji’s deeper cuts, hoping that at least by doing so will slow down the bleeding, but a muffled sob escapes your lips at its futility. Kento turns to you, feeling numb at seeing the cream towels stained red, dripping and soaked, dyeing even your shaking fingers. It’s too much—a sight that burns itself in his memories, unshakeable and unforgotten.

“Darling, switch with me,” Kento whispers, afraid among other things. He knows that you’re not the one who is hurt, he knows that, but he can’t shake the image of you bleeding out in front of him too. “I’ve got him. I’ve got you.”

You are quiet and swift, afraid that even a second wasted would be fatal for Toji, and Kento can only caress your cheek for a quick moment before he works on Toji’s wounds. Toji is still quiet, resilient even when it looks like death is hanging on his shoulder, putting on a strong mask even if it only is to calm you.

Kento sees you squeeze Toji’s hand in gratitude, a wobbly smile perched on your lips, before silence takes over again. He wraps bandages around Toji’s torso, grimacing as blood seeps through them, but Shoko would be arriving soon. Shoko would be here soon, and Toji would be healed. Kento holds onto those thoughts as he tugs, using all of the spare bandages to hold Toji together. You snag one to wrap around Toji’s head, careful not to jostle him as you do so.

Kento sees Toji smile. It’s a small attempt of one, almost a muted grimace, but there is tenderness in the way he looks at you. And it’s a tiny thing, but it stops the ache in Kento’s heart, even if just a bit.

It is like hours have passed until Kento’s finally done working with Toji’s wounds. Blood continues to seep through the bandages, but Toji’s face is no longer pinched and his breathing is not as shallow any more, and Kento knows that is the best that they can have right now. Toji rests his head on your shoulder, gasping when it cranes his neck at an awkward angle. You turn to Kento and without saying anything, Kento turns Toji to rest on him, instead.

Toji hums, a tiny pleased sound at finding comfort, before he turns his eyes onto you again. “C’mere,” Toji whispers, voice a wreck.

“Okay,” you mutter in reply, moving slowly until Toji is tucked safe between you and Kento. Kento watches, heart swelling as worry and love mingle in terrifying tandem.

Neither of you ask about what happened, and Toji does not give any explanation. That is quite fine, Kento thinks, he knows he is not prepared to hear how Toji ended up like this. So he squeezes Toji’s hand, instead, and pulls it gently to his lips, pressing a soft kiss at the back of Toji’s rough palm. “You’re okay,” Kento tells him, but it sounds all parts like he is telling this to himself, instead.

Toji hums. “We’re okay.”

He turns to you and Kento follows, watching as you smile at them both despite the constant descent of your tears. “Yeah,” you say. “We’re okay.”

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iv.

“Don’t do that again,” Kento tells him.

He has so much more to say, so much more to beat at his head, but when Toji beckons him close, all of the words fly from his throat. He collapses in Toji’s arms, and it isn’t truly enough to silence the gaping worry weighing his heart down, but he keeps his lips shut.

“Okay,” Toji tells him, and it is like an answer to all the other things that Kento cannot say. Kento nods, not trusting his voice, and hides his weeping eyes at the crook of Toji’s neck.

Toji holds him tighter.

That is how you find the two of them later: tangled in each other’s arms, pinched faces at ease. You smile, feeling a lot lighter, a lot happier.

Toji’s eyes crack open, blearily looking around the room until he settles them on you. Then, like always, he smiles and says, “C’mere, love.”

And you always say, “Of course.”

[hotdamnhunnam]

Hey lovie! Sorry I’m a bit late but could I request something for your 2k celebration (congrats again!💛)

Could I request a Jax Teller story with these emojis

🌧👅⛺️

I look forward to seeing what story you write based off of these emojis! 💛

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! And thanks for the congrats! 💗

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Bitch a Tent

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, sex in the great outdoors, while it rains and pours Word Count: ~1k Emoji Prompt: 🌧👅⛺️ (key words are in bold)

“Fuck this shit!”

Jax Teller’s first ever attempt to pitch a tent just isn’t going very well. He’s never been camping before and you can tell. Ten minutes in and he’s fed up with it. Fuming and furious as hell. Throwing the bitchiest bitch fit.

It doesn’t help now that the weather fucking sucks. It’s rotten luck. One of those days when even though the sun shines bright, a random shower just attacks from out of nowhere which is really not alright. Totally fucked. The rain has paused for now but both of you are soaked. You’re not complaining since your man looks so damn good all dripping wet it makes you choke.

Droplets are trickling from his beard as damp gold tresses frame his face… his shirt is matted to his skin and perfectly accentuates the contours of his muscles in a way that makes your dirty little heart hammer and race…

You struggle not to let your thirsty thoughts distract you as you see him hopelessly shoving a tent pole in the totally wrong place.

“Jax, stop!” you laugh, watching him grappling with the pole so angrily he’s close to breaking it in half. Stuck in a battle with this bendy piece of metal and determined to come out on fucking top. You take it in your own grip firm and tight. Wishing instead that you were grasping at his shaft. “Hold up, you’re not sticking it in right…”

He flashes you his signature smug smirk, because he’s such a fucking jerk. “That isn’t what you said last night.”

You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him like a bratty little child. Wishing instead that you could wrap that slutty tongue around his big fat dick and drive him fucking wild.

Jax chuckles, looking on and licking his lips as you expertly drive in this stubborn rod where it belongs, grasp hard and strong, tight and white-knuckled. “Lookatchu working that pole.”

“Just had to lend a hand because my dumbass boyfriend couldn’t stick it in the fucking hole.”

“What if I told you I was screwing up on purpose so that I could watch you do it?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t. I’d call bullshit,” you scoff knowing that he’s full of it. “Your alpha male ego is bruised because your girl can do what you couldn’t, and you’d better fess up to it.”

Of course you know Jax Teller never ever will. But just as you’d intended, he’s offended… so the beast in him is raging now as he’s dripping with rainwater. And he’s never looked hotter. Hot enough to fucking kill.

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“I’ll show you how I stick it in the fucking hole.”

Jax loves to literally make you eat your words. He rasps them fierce into the wet gape of your mouth until they pierce into your soul, now as he pounds you on a bed of rain-soaked grass so hard it hurts. He’s just the worst. Gets off on pumping you so full and swallowing you whole. Your pussy pulsates all around his massive girth stretching you out until it feels like you’re about to fucking burst.

The tent that you had started putting up is far from finished. But Jax really couldn’t wait to do his business. He’s been railing you to pieces as the rain showers began, soaking the both of you again, just over these past several minutes.

And now he’s gloating on the power that his godlike cock has over you as he continues splitting your wet pussy open with it. Just the way he loves to plow. The way that only Jax knows how. “That shut you up real good now, didn’t it.”

You need to cum but you already know that he’s forbidden it. The rule that you can only ever reach release when Jax permits it is engraved deep in your core where his divine dominant dick has proudly written it. You’d never dare to disobey after how many times you’ve ridden it.

Although the two of you are clothed, it’s like the rain has stripped you both. The way it soaks makes such a joke of all your clothing. Barriers between your skin and his reduced to fucking nothing. The godly gorgeous man above you is a motherfucking king and looks more powerful than ever with the way the rainfall darkens as it drenches. Everything inside you clenches.

You could just die from this view. You do die as he then leans down to kiss you. Kisses long and hard and slow, pace of his lips such a stark contrast to the fast snap of his hips as his thick shaft slides in and out of your tight cunt until you’re both about to blow.

In the exact second that Jax at last allows you to let go… a bolt of lightning streaks across the sky with its electric glow, and you cum harder than the thunder bound to follow—light and sound moments apart, unlike the two of you who cum undone in sync to the aligned pound of your hearts, your peak and his one and the same as his seed spills explosively and fills you so ferociously while all your juices flow. Just how a man on earth can fuck like this you’ll never really know.

It doesn’t matter though—you’re his and he is yours and thankfully you know exactly how to push all of his buttons. Piss him off so that he’ll fuck your cunt to bits all of a sudden.

When it’s time to pitch a tent Jax Teller turns into a whiny little bitch who fucking can’t. But you sure can, and aren’t afraid to show it even if it makes him feel less of a man. What really matters is that you can always pitch a very big tent in his pants.

Cum rain or shine, Jax Teller’s dick is just divine. To you he is a golden god wielding his fuck-stick like a thunderbolt and goddamn does he love to play that role. He’s got the biggest pole, and always knows exactly how to stick it in the hole.

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