#i don't even know why I'm upset over the flavor

[sweetbun23]

cookies and cream

Cookies n cream cupcakes are not a flavor I truly care for,

and yet here I sit in my room with a slice of red velvet cake sitting next to me,

something heavy in my chest and a lump in my throat as I remember my birthday three nights ago...

you brought home cookies n cream cupcakes,

and I briefly wondered if you bought them because that's all there was at the store or because you thought I liked them,

it was not the first time I had to bite my tongue to stop from saying anything and it will not be the last,

I don't care for cookies n cream cupcakes for I am sure you've noticed I much prefer red velvet cake and cheesecake,

or raspberry and lemon flavors than cookies n cream.

And I remember a few days before my birthday that I was excited about what kind of cake flavor you would get me,

only for that wonder to be squashed away and I had to force a smile onto my lips because at least you kept your promise of getting me cupcakes for my birthday.

I can't help but wonder days after it already happened

while I sit in my room with the red velvet cake if I am spoiled or if the reason I feel this way is because of sadness over something truly meaningless,

I can't help but wonder if the ache in my chest is sadness or guilt over the cookies n cream cupcakes that I won't even bother touching again after the first one,

for I do not care for cookies n cream,

I thought you knew this about me but maybe you never noticed...

[lxnarphase]

chef's kiss, she's a treat ๋࣭ ⚝

❝ do you like my new lip combo, baby? ❞ wc: 4.1k

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : blk!fem!reader + g. satoru + g. suguru + n. kento + h. hiromi + f. toji + k. shiu + k. choso + r. sukuna + h. kinji + t. fumihiko + t. aoi ☾₊‧⁺...cw : sloppy kissing + messy make-outs, marking, grinding + dry humping, praise kink, oral fixation, finger sucking, spit kink, overstimulation, cock-warming, dacryphilia, daddy kink, size difference + size kink, desperate men, videotaping, breeding kink

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis + a/n : jjk men seeing their blk!gf's new lip gloss/lip combo that just makes her lips so fucking good they can't keep away from her | i have been working on this for 3-4 days because it had to be PERFECT or i would never forgive myself, so enjoy this absolute filthy creation of mine that i poured my heart into 🤎 ☾₊‧⁺...tags : @currentlyaways

can't stop kissing you ↴

✧ g. satoru ; he doesn't say anything when you first come out of the bathroom, asking if you nailed the 'clear coat with the 5% tint edges' look. no he's letting out a needy, shaky sigh when he pulls you into his lap by your wrist. he looks so conflicted as he stares at your lips, running his finger just under your bottom one, not wanting to ruin your lip gloss.

"y'so pretty, y'know that," he whispers against your lips, just barely pulling away before diving back in for more. each kiss is sticky and messy from the gloss, satou having smeared it all over his mouth and yours. his hand his buried in your mess of curls as he keeps you from pulling away for air. he knows when you really need it, don't worry, just let him kiss you, yeah? you don't have a choice, not when his other arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping you in one spot. "s-shit, satoru, b-baby," you start before getting cut off by the rolling of his hips. "yeah? feel good? mn, shit, you're so so pretty, princess," he moans into your mouth, his tongue slipping past your lips again to taste you again. he can feel that he's just smudging more of your lip gloss and he can't help but whine. it always felt so fucking good knowing he got to be the one to see you all pretty and gussied up just to fucking ruin it with his touches. satoru's breathe hitches when your hips begin to grind down against his own. "pretty thing," he hisses, giving a little tug on your soft coils. "you keep this shit up, and i'm gonna mess up more than just that pretty lip makeup." you can't help but laugh against his lips, giving him a quick, messy kiss. "you started it, 'toru, 'm just finishing it."

✧ k. choso ; choso was just being a sweetheart, clingy for your attention as he whines, pouting until you kiss him on his lips. he instinctively lips his lips and is pleasantly surprised at the sweet taste on his lips. 'are you...why do you taste so good," he innocently asks, looking at your lips in confusion. when you pull out the little tube of lip gloss, pink and green, the words 'watermelon flavor' catch his eye. '...oh...can i kiss you again?'

you know you're gonna have to clean the couch. you want to be upset, but you can't. not when choso has you folded in half as he desperately fucks into your creamy cunt, his mouth smushed against yours. he's barely even kissing you, he's just fucking your mouth with his tongue at this point. all of your lip gloss has been effectively licked off by choso, but he didn't care. you still tasted like watermelon, and he wanted more. he's moaning into your mouth, pulling away from you with sticky strands of saliva connecting him to you. his hand comes up to run over your lips, whining when he realizes all of your lip gloss is gone. "'m sorry, baby, i-i licked it off, 'm sorry," he whimpers, his hips stuttering briefly as he cums. he grinds into you with a loud cry of your name, pumping another hot load into your pussy. it's okay, it's messy, but he's gonna clean you up after with his mouth. "d'you wanna taste? wanna see how g-good you taste? yeah? c-come on, open up, please." you do as he says, sticking out your tongue with a moan, and he opens his, too, saliva dripping from his tongue onto yours. when you close your tongue and swallow, choso's crying, sobbing your name, and he throbs violently inside of you, picking up speed. before he smashes your mouths together, he moans against your mouth, "so good, so f-fuckin' good, babyyy, your pussy 'n' m-mouth are gonna make me melt, i love you s'fucking bad."

✧ h. hiromi ; you had the new lip gloss on all day and hiromi was so sweet about it, giving you little pecks here and there, chuckling whenever you'd playfully scold him for stealing some of the gloss. he'd just tease you, asking if he looked pretty with the gloss on, too, before kissing you again. even now, when you're both on the couch, your back resting against his chest, he can't stop kissing you

hiromi plants soft kisses along her jawline, peppering her with affectionate whispers. "there you go, my sweet girl," he murmurs, his thick fingers thrusting in and out of your sensitive hole. "you are the sweetest little thing. you're so gorgeous today, i love it when you wear lip gloss, even if it is a bit sticky," he chuckles against your cheek, turning you to kiss you. his tongue slips into your mouth, rubbing over yours as you softly moan, trying your best to fuck yourself on his fingers. "please, hiromi," you softly keen, desperately kissing his lips, smearing your lip gloss all over him. "please, honey, m-make me cum," you whine, one of her hands moving to her glistening cunt to swirl circles around your throbbing clit. "i-i wanna cum on your fingers s' you can fuck me, baby." hiromi let out another soft chuckle, his nose nuzzling into your soft curls that were getting frizzy. "god, you're so fucking adorable," he murmurs, knocking your hand away from your clit so he could pick up speed without bumping against your hand. "of course, baby girl. i'll take care of you. just relax, and I'll make you cum all over my fingers, sweetheart."

✧ t. fumihiko ; all you do is pull out the peach lip oil and roll it on your lips, smacking them together, and fumihiko's attention is zeroed in on you. he's up in your face, asking what you just rubbed onto your lips. he can smell it, and it smells so sweet. if it smells good, it must taste good, right? you managed to stop him from running his tongue all over your lips in front of everyone at the bar, managing to pull him away when you caught that curious lick of his lips. once you're away from everyone in a corner, he's on you.

the poor thing, still inexperienced with kissing with the way he's messily pressing his lips into yours, enjoying the faint peachy flavor he swears he can taste on you. you don't have the heart to tell fumihiko it's just the peach whiskey, enjoying the way he was desperately pressing you into the wall with the force of his kisses. "taste so good," fumihiko whines, finally pulling away to look at your mouth. "gosh, i-i could kiss you all day, s-so sweet..." it's messy from the smearing of the lip oil and the mixture of saliva. just the view of you all messy...it makes him snap, his eyes wide and brow furrowed as his fingers run over your lips to smear more of the mess around. next thing you know, he's slipping his fingers into your mouth, pushing them down on your tongue. "t-this okay?" fumihiko's nervous as he asks, his free hand unconsciously coming up to wrap around your neck to hold you in place, a shudder wracking his body from the soft moan he gets from you. "that's a good noise," he mutters to himself, trying to keep himself from getting to excited. "y-your mouth 's so wet, so hot, it's not fair, i w-wanna feel you it again. c-can i put it in? we can go home, i-i wanna put my dick in your m-mouth, want to fuck it, it's so pretty—" he won't shut the fuck up now, past the point where he was able to. not with the way you were drooling and moaning against his fingers. fuck, he's so hard, he can feel the way his tip rubs against the fabric of his jeans. why the fuck did he go commando, this friction was gonna drive him mad. you notice it, too, feeling the way fumihiko was so pathetically humping into your thigh. and oh, the pitiful whine of your name he lets out is music to your ears. easing his hand out of your mouth, you press a wet kiss into his palm, looking up at him so prettily through your lashes. "c'mon, baby boy, lemme take you home, i'll take good care of you...wet and sloppy, just how you like it."

likes when you mark him ↴

✧ n. kento ; while kento was away, you felt like playing around with your makeup, trying out a simple dark brown upper lip and clear gloss look. you look so precious, your curly hair in a messy puff ball as you greet him in the bedroom. all you had on was a tank top and some pink lounge shorts as you got up from your vanity. the second he comes home, he's complimenting you, telling you how nice your makeup looks. when you ask him coyly if he wants to see the color, how can he say no?

kento is melted into the mattress, breathless as you continue to cover him with kisses. he promised he'd buy you new tubes of lipstick and lip gloss as long as you just kept kissing him everywhere. "aww, ken, you look so handsome," you say with a giggle, pressing yet another kiss on his neck. "did you miss me while you were at work? wanted your wifey to cover you in kisses baby?" you can feel his cock pulsing inside of you with each press of your lips. poor thing was doing his best to not buck up into you, to just flip you over and pound into your pretty pussy. but it was so fucking hard with the love of his life marking his entire upper body in kiss marks, occasionally licking and nipping at his skin. "honey, i'm gonna move jus' a little bit," he rasps, a groan bubbling out of him when you grind your hips as a response. "just keep kissing my neck, darling, lemme make us both feel good." the first roll of his hips has you moaning against his neck, smearing lipstick all over it. he feels so fucking deep, he's kissing your cervix with these deep, slow strokes. "god...your cunt is gushing for me, baby," he sighs, his eyes rolling back when he feels you mouthing right under his ear. "d-did, mm, fuck, did marking me up get you this wet? yes? aw, baby, you like marking me as yours?" you nod with a giggle before getting cut off with a gasp, his hips snapping up hard into your pussy. "c'mon, honey. keep kissing, i'm gonna fuck you good until you run out of lipstick."

✧ g. suguru ; suguru is mean. he's so mean to you today, he doesn't let you suck him off, he just tells you to kiss all over his cock with those pretty stained lips, tugging you away from his tip when you try to suck on it. no, no, you're not gonna taste him, not yet. he wants you to mark him up, condescendingly soothing you each time you whine when he tugs you by your locs away from his tip. with the way he keeps looking up at the mirror, he's got a plan for you.

"sugu, sugu, sugu, s-sugu!" "oh, you moan so pretty, princess...keep sucking me in that little pussy, take this fat cock, baby girl, doin' so good for me." he's got you in a full nelson in front of the mirror, making you watch as his cock fucks in and out of your messy little cunt. the best part? he could see the dark kiss marks all over his dick. "aww, you can see your kiss marks," he coos into your ear, his breath fanning against it as he pants. seeing your eyes start to roll back, suguru chuckles. poor thing, it felt so good you couldn't even listen to him when he said to keep your fucking eyes on him in the mirror. he slows his hips, smirking when you whine in protest. "shhh, don't whine, you don't wanna behave? don't wanna see my cock that you marked up all pretty get wet from your messy pussy? tch, my poor baby..." that's all it takes for you to squeeze your eyes shut, a choked-off sob leaving you as you start to make a mess. each time his cock pulls out of you, thick cream is pulled out of you too, the milky substance dripping down his length. suguru laughs meanly in your ear, cooing to you as he finally starts to pick up speed just from that. "awwww, babyyyy! did you cream? mm, but i didn't feel you cum," he teases with a coo of your name. "your covering up some of the kiss marks...pfft, don't cry like that, you look too fuckin' pretty. let's make you get creamier, okay?"

✧ h. kinji ; kinji buys you all kinds of lipstick and lip gloss because this man is obsessed with seeing your lips all shiny and pretty. his favorite on to buy you? the dior lip oil. god, he loves how it makes you look so delicious, he can barely keep himself from kissing you until you can't think, but the day you try on the mahogany lip oil with a soft pink lipstick under it? he's obsessed with how juicy it makes your soft lips look, and kinji cannot stay off of you.

after about 30 minutes and what felt like 100 reapplications of the lipstick and gloss combo, kinji is covered in kiss marks from his forehead down to his cock that is currently pistoning in and out of you. you're so fucking glad he made you hold your phone to record him fucking you like this because you could not stop looking at him. he looked so good, and that stupid fucking grin on his face told you he knew you liked it. "shit, cupcake, your so fucking tight right now," he choked out with a laugh. when you pout and try to hold the phone at a better angle to catch the way his cock slid in and out of you, his rhythm falters. he just knows whatever the fuck comes out of your mouth is about to break him. "i-i want to do this to you more, k-kinji. marking you up makes you look pretty an' it means y-you're mine." the phone is squished between you and kinji when he shifts positions, folding you into a mating press that just pushes him in deeper, the head of his dick nudging right against that spot that makes you fucking cry. "kinji—!"mmn, s' there? yeah, 's there, right fuckin' there," he mutters against your lips, picking his pace up again right where he left off. his fingers are laced on top of your head and fuck, he's reminded of the pretty purple faux locs you got to match his purple hair and he curses, angling his hips to get as deep as possible inside of your tight, slick walls. "i'm all fuckin' yours, cupcake, all yours, all fuckin' yours. fuck, gonna mark me up every time we fuck? huh? oooh shit, 'm-'m not lettin' you go until this fuckin' cunt is flooded with my cum, baby, you're gettin' bred t'night like a good fucking girl."

✧ t. aoi ; another victim of the the clear coat with the 5% tint edges. he's weak for it, so fucking weak. your lips are already one of his favorite parts of you, with how soft and plump they are, how sweet they taste whenever he places a peck on them. so when todo walks into the kitchen and sees you, his pretty girl in his shirt, and that simple but oddly sexy lip combo? he's already getting hard in his sweats, struggling to maintain eye contact with you as he greets you.

all you did was kiss his chest and giggle at the faint pink lip gloss mark left on it. your front is pressed against the cool counter of the marble island, your drool dripping onto the surface. he's so fucking big that your toes are barely touching the floor. todo's thick fingers are in your mouth, keeping your mouth open to let those pretty noises out that you kept trying to hide. he holds onto your hips, using the leverage to drive himself deeper into you, relishing in the tightness and wetness of your pussy. "you're such a pretty thing," he groans, his voice filled with a mix of lust and dominance. "taking my cock like a good little whore, bunny." he grunts with each tight squeeze of your cunt. you clenching around him so fucking much, so fucking needy for him. todo doesn't hold back, thrusting into you with a primal need as a rhythmic plap, plap, plap fills the kitchen. "a-aoi, baby, baby, please, m-move a little, s-so close to my spot," you beg around his fingers, squirming around to try and aim his cock right at that sweet spot. anything, anything for you. todo angles your hips just a little differently, and you practically scream, his cock now hitting your sensitive spot with each deep thrust. "oohmygod, baby, i-i can't, 's too deep," you cry, hips trying to tilt away when you realize that he's abusing that spongy spot inside your slick walls. "'s your fault, bunny. you wanna mark me up? hm?" he can sense your getting closer to cumming as he targets your sweet spot relentlessly. "fuck, i was so hard the second i saw those pretty lips of yours, and you fucking mark me." the pitiful whine he gets from you has his hips stuttering momentarily, eyes rolling with a groan. "you're such a fucking mess, bunny," he growls, his voice laced with possessiveness. "you're taking this dick like a good fucking girl. lemme fuck you just the way you need it."

wants it smeared on him ↴

✧ f. toji ; when he sees the glittery gloss coat on your lips, toji lets out a low whistle. he loves when you wear lipstick, but this shimmery look on you has his attention. you're talking to him, and he's trying to look you in the eye, but his eyes keep drifting to your lips. in the middle of your sentence, he gently takes your hand and places it right on the bulge in his white sweats, smirking when you falter for a moment as he just goes, 'mhm, keep going, mama, 'm listenin.'

if you could, you would laugh, knowing that toji's cock was all shiny and glittery from the combination of your spit and your pink-tinted shimmer gloss. but with the way he was busy fucking your mouth, his fist full of your braids. toji's grip keeps your head in place as he slides his cock in and out of your hot mouth, green eyes occasionally rolling back in his head. you've gotten so much better at this, at letting his fat dick stretch your throat. and the view, god, the view. you are so pretty like this, your mascara smudging down those cute cheeks of yours while thick strands of saliva and precum messily dripped from your chin to your chest. "that's it, baby, you're taking it like a champ," he praises breathlessly, savoring every time he feels you swallow around him. his praise made your eyes flutter, a muffled moan vibrating so deliciously around his dick. "ohh, shit," toji hisses, thrusting his hips a little deeper and making you choke, the feeling of your throat restricting around him, making him groan your name. fuck, seeing him hunch over like this made you drag your nails down his thighs, desperate to taste his cum. he just looked so fucking good when he felt good. with a huff, toji looks down at you, eyes narrowed. he's getting so close, and he can't wait to pull you off him and kiss you before helping you apply another coat of lip gloss so he can kiss you dumb while he fucks his fingers into you. and that look in your eye...tells him you want it too. "y-yeah? y'like it when i use your, shit, your pretty mouth? god, looking so beautiful, ma, love how you look in this lip gloss." yeah, he loves it when you smear it all over him so he can grin in the mirror after, seeing how glittery he is.

✧ r. sukuna ; he's so mean. sukuna acts like it's not his fault that you both will be late, all because he thinks your new lip gloss combo will catch the attention of men and make them stare at your lips. it might cause a little flicker of the eye to your mouth, but no one could get to the same level of sukuna. no, it was impossible to compare to how he'd glare at your lips before growling and smearing your lip liner all over his mouth.

he wishes he could take a picture of this and frame it on the fucking wall. the visual of you between his legs as he sits on the bed, his cock pulled out of his dress pants. the slow drag of your lips up and down his cock, seeing the pretty smear of your pinkish-brown lip gloss...fuck, he wants you like this all the time. "thaaaat's right," he praises you, brushing back your soft curls from your face. "let me see how much you like having my cock in your mouth. such a slut, fuckin' slobbering all over it." sukuna throbs in your mouth, his tip hot as it presses against the back of your throat. if you weren't used to it, you would've choked from how much precum he's dripping into your mouth, forcing you to constantly swallow to keep your mouth from getting too full. however, sukuna is caught off guard when you pull yourself off him, glaring into his eyes. "sukuna, we are 20 minutes late," you scold him, sneering a little as you grip his spit-coated cock and stroke him furiously, taking out your annoyance on him. the deep groan he rewards you isn't enough, no, you wanted a nice date, and instead sukuna was thinking with the wrong fucking head. again. "you ruined my makeup, ruined my lipstick, and i already fuckin' know my mascara is fucked." it is, and he loves it, the dark streaks of it dripping down your cheeks that are framed by your soft curls. "did all that just to get my lipstick on your dick? hm? you're so fucking nasty," you huff with a roll of your eyes before taking him back into your mouth, a choked moan, his legs jumping in surprise. " shut up, 'kuna. do you wanna ruin my lipstick and make us miss our reservation? fine, but you're gonna cum until you can't anymore."

✧ k. shiu ; shiu is tired of his new client, ready to get out of his clothes, into the shower, and then in bed with you wrapped in his arms. so imagine his pleasant surprise when he comes out of the shower to his pretty wife sitting all pretty on the bed in lacy lingerie and soft makeup. and all shiu can think about is you smearing that pretty pink coat of gloss all over the length of his cock.

"atta girl," he grunts, his fingers thrusting in and out of your mouth slooowly. you're between his legs, manicured hand stroking up and down his length that's covered in pink kiss marks, the tip a pretty saturated pink from all of your suckling. "such a desperate little thing for me, aren't you? got all dolled up for daddy t' come home, and you look so gorgeous," he softly coos, one of your braids twirled around his free hand. you were so cute, you didn't even know. the baby blue lingerie you had on contrasted against your skin so perfectly, and seeing you look up at him with such a cock drunk expression was the best thing shiu could've come home to. "you're doing so good, angel, sucking my fingers like it's my dick. d'you want it?" when you nod, tongue sliding over his fingers slowly, shiu chuckles, the deepness of his voice going right to your core. he sounds so good when he talks, when he laughs, it's unfair. slipping his fingers out of your mouth, he cups your chin. "you gonna suck me off? i want your pretty lipstick smeared on me, okay? there you go," shiu hums with a little groan. you had the prettiest little mouth, and even if you could only fit half of him inside of it, that's okay. you still look so cute as you try to take more of him in. "take every inch like you need it, baby."

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[darkbluekies]

ooohoooh do a oneshot jerry x sensitive male reader, plot depends on you

Uncanny connection

Mafia!female!yandere x male!reader

Summary: going out for ice cream with Jerry ends in one of the most grotesque scenes you've been in

Warnings: gore, torture, knocking someone unconscious

Word count: 3k

A/N: I don't know how "sensitive" the reader got because i think he got pretty tough, but I hope it's enjoyable anyway♡

"Do you know what I'm craving?" Jerry asks.

"What?" you answer.

"Ice cream."

You look up from your book. Jerry lies on the other side of the couch, bored out of her mind. Her boss is in the room next to you, pressing an enemy on information — an enemy which Jerry brought to him. It's revolting. 

"How can you even think about food now?" you mutter, face leaning in your hand.

"Because I'm hungry?" Jerry replies snarkily and throws the tv remote at your head. 

You grimace, but realize that you'll get out of the house if you decide to listen to her upset stomach.

"Should we get some ice cream then?"

Jerry shines up. "Yes!"

She stands up and grabs your arm, pulling you up from the couch. You wince. You're taller than her, but there's no debate on who's stronger. Jerry takes you out to the garage.

"Choose", she says and points, "car or motorcycle? Pick the motorcycle."

"Okay? The motorcycle."

Jerry smirks and hands you a black helmet. "Do you know why I want you to pick the motorcycle? Because then you'll have to hug me all the way to the ice cream place. Unless you want to die, of course."

"Childish", you mumble teasingly.

Jerry hits your stomach with the back of her hand. You huff and stumble backwards. 

"Careful, buddy", she says coldly, giving you a glare. "Wouldn't want you to get hurt. Put on the helmet now so we can leave."

Although Jerry scares you, there's something about her black motorcycle armor that makes you drool. You place the helmet over your head and sit down behind her. Jerry grabs your arms and wraps them around her slim waist. If she wasn't wearing her armor, you'd feel her sixpack through her shirt. 

You reach the ice cream shop in less than twenty minutes. Jerry takes care of your helmet while promptly warning (threatening) you not to wander off.

You walk inside with her while she orders the two of you ice cream. You stand behind her with your hands in your pockets, looking around.

"Hey, stare-eye, do you want sprinkles?" Jerry asks over her shoulder.

"Yes, please", you answer.

You're soon given an ice cream, surprisingly in your favorite flavor. You didn't think Jerry paid attention to such things. You walk out to her motorcycle and sit down on the asphalt in the empty parking lot. Not a lot of people seem to go for ice cream at nine at night.

"This hits the spot", Jerry smiles.

You nod.

"Did you see the girl behind the counter, though?" Jerry asks and scoffs. "She was staring at you."

"I didn't notice", you reply.

"Of course you didn't. If I didn't know better, I'd think you had smoked something with the way you were looking around. Speaking of that, do you want to smoke? The boss has a cupboard full of-"

"No, I don't think that's for me."

"Oh, come on. How are you going to know if you haven't tried?"

"I don't want that. Alcohol is enough for me."

"Yeah, yeah, okay. If you don't want to, I'm not going to force you." She licks her ice cream and sighs dreamily. "Oh, to be high right now though."

You snort out a laugh. For a moment, you start to believe that you'll finally have a somewhat normal moment with Jerry, until she starts to look around with furrowed brows.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"Give me your ice cream", she says quietly, in that hissing tone you hate.

You do without questioning. Jerry gathers them both in one hand and grabs your arm with the other.

"Pretend to talk to me", she tells you while forcing a half smile while fiddling with her phone in her hands. "Like we haven't noticed anything."

"Noticed what?" you ask in confusion. 

"Keep talking or I'm selling you on eBay!" she hisses through the plastered smile.

You start to mumble a chain of "blah blah blah" while Jerry pretends to be interested. She throws the ice creams away and gives you your helmet.

"We're going to have to go fast as Hell, be prepared", she says, still wearing that smile. "Someone has followed us."

"Are we in danger?" you ask.

"Probably. But I’ve alerted my men, they should come quickly."

You put on your helmet and get on the motorcycle behind you. Jerry tightens your arms around her before blasting off. You're sure that your soul leaves your body when the speed accelerates. Everything around you turns into a blurry mess. Streetlights become long lines of light.

It doesn't take long before Jerry slows down.

"What are you doing?" you ask quickly.

"Something isn't right", she says. "They've fiddled with the bike. Motherfuckers wanted us dead. Get off."

You jump off and remove your helmet. Jerry grabs your hand and pulls you into the nearest alleyway. She slaps her hand over your mouth, hushing aggressively. 

"Be fucking silent", she whispers.

You've been afraid in Jerry’s company before, it's only natural for her occupation, but this is something completely different. You have never been this close to her enemies before. 

"Wait here", she whispers and brings out her gun. "I swear, if you move I'll kill you myself."

Which in Jerry terms translates to something along the lines of "whatever you do, stay hidden so you don't get harmed".

She disappears, leaving you all alone in the dark alleyway. You want nothing more than to sink into the wall and disappear. The minutes seem to pass by like hours. Everything is too silent. The only thing you can hear (beside your own heart beating loudly in your ears) are the sound of the city, sounding as noisy as it usually does. No indication that anything bad is happening. You gulp. Did she get taken? You fear the worst. 

You take a stap forward to peek out of the alleyway when you feel someone grab you from behind. Before you have the time to shout, a hand is clasped over your mouth and something sharp points into your throat. Your entire body freezes. 

“Jerry!” a voice shouts to your left. “I think you want to come look at this.”

You see a man in the corner of your eyes. He smiles widely and turns to you. You look at him with wide eyes. On the wall in Jerry’s headquarters, you’ve seen a picture of this unpleasant man. 

“Oh, Jerry!” he sing-songs. 

Jerry appears at the end of the alleyway with her gun in her hand. You can see her physically backing a step upon seeing the sight, her eyes widening slightly. 

“My man here seems to have found … well, your man”, the unpleasant leader chuckles. 

“Let him go”, Jerry warns, raising her gun. 

“Or what? You’re going to kill me?” His smile widens when noticing Jerry’s hesitation. “If you shoot me, Jerry, my man will kill your boytoy. Do you really want to take that risk?”

“What do you want? You’re obviously talking a crap lot, just get to the point.”

The leader chuckles and nods. “Alright. I’m not going to sugarcoat it, I’m going to kill you.”

“Shocker.”

You don’t understand how Jerry can be so calm in this situation, you think you’re going to shit yourself. 

“But”, the man continues and turns to you, “now I think that I have another idea.” He turns back to Jerry. 

Tears well up in your eyes and spill over. You let your head fall down to avoid Jerry seeing you cry, but the leader grabs your hair, ripping it up again. Jerry flinches. 

“What a man you’ve gotten yourself, Jerry”, he laughs. “Crying like a baby.”

“You’re half the man he is”, Jerry scoffs back angrily. “My boyfriend might be crying, but at least he knows that it’s cowardly to take on people who stand no chance. You’ll never be like him.”

“Put the gun down and come over here like a good little girl and I won’t have your brave, heroic boyfriend killed.”

Jerry glances at you and sighs heavily before throwing the gun to the side. Slowly, she walks over to the man with dark, glaring eyes until she’s right in front of him.

“Call me a good little girl again and I’m going to knock your teeth out”, she says through gritted teeth. 

The man only smiles before knocking Jerry’s head into the brick wall surrounding you. You swallow your scream while watching Jerry’s body slump together on the ground. The leader turns to you and again, the knife against your throat presses against the skin. He collects one of your tears with his hand and licks it. You’re surrounded by maniacs. 

"Please don't kill me", you cry.

"Not yet", the man replies. "I have plans for you. Get him in the car. Don't worry about bruising him, we'll roughen him up later anyways."

You're thrown into the back seat of a car while Jerry’s unconscious body is shoved into the trunk.

After a very unpleasant car ride, you find yourself in a warehouse. Jerry’s thrown onto the stone floor in front of you. They tie her to one of the pillars holding the structure of the building up, while you’re put in a chair. And then, nothing happens. You sit there, trembling like a leaf in the wind, waiting for something — anything — to happen. You want everything to start so it can be over quicker. 

“What are we waiting for?” you whisper. 

"For Jerry to wake up from her little nap", the leader says and gives Jerry's body a faint kick. "Until then, why don't you and I have a little chat, hm? Man to man?"

Rather not.

"How could someone like Jerry choose … someone like you?" he asks, gesticulating at you with his hand as if you are nothing more than filth. "When I think of Jerry's partner, I think of someone equally fucked. You look almost … normal!"

Thank you …?

"Tell me, why you?" 

"I don't know", you answer breathlessly. "I have no idea."

"Really? Hm, that doesn't feel very detailed. Try to think."

"I-I guess that …" You gulp, lightheaded, " … that she just wanted someone outside of her … uh, her world."

The leader picks up a knife from a table dimmed in darkness. You watch it with wide eyes.

"Interesting", the leader says and points at you with the knife. "Then why did you accept her?" He starts to smile. "Or did you?"

"Not really …"

"That's what I thought. Jerry takes what she wants. Wouldn't surprise me if she decided to kidnap you. Does she treat you differently than others? I can't see that."

You figure that if you answer all if his questions, you will be somewhat spared.

"She does", you answer quietly and glance at Jerry's unconscious body. "Compared to others she treats me … uh, rather … well."

The leader laughs. "That's interesting."

You can hear Jerry moan quietly. It sounds painful. You can't help but feel sorry for her.

"Oh!" the leader smirks. "She's awake. Time for the fun to begin."

"Jerry!" you gasp and are about to run over to her, but the man who had held you back before steps I and does it again.

"Behave yourself", he tells you and pushes you back down.

Jerry has noticed the ropes keeping her to the pillar and lifts her head.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she spits. The man grabbed one of the tools.

"I want to play a little", he says, spinning the knife around his fingers. "But not with you. No, not you. With him."

"What?" Jerry asks and turns to look at you.

You've left your body. Your soul is flying around, trying to escape.

"Do not fucking touch him", Jerry warns and fights against the ropes. 

You could feel a hand on your shoulder.

"What are you going to do about it, Jerry?" the leader smirks. "You can't move, now can you?"

She glares at him. You can tell how fear and realization starts to set in by the way she curls up.

"Sometimes, Jerry, I could actually find you cute", the man laughs and suits your arm.

You scream out in surprise and pain. Jerry flinches.

"Fine, fine!" she shouts. "Just tell me what you want, okay?"

"I want to hurt you", the man replies. 

"Then do it?!"

"Hurting him hurts you more than if I ever used physical harm on you directly." 

The knife cuts your shoulder. You swallow your scream and force your eyes shut. Feeling how tears start to bubble in your chest, you breathe heavily.

"Cut me instead!" Jerry shouts, now sounding both furious and frightened. "Leave him alone!"

The man chuckles and grabs a new tool. A potato peeler.

"No, no, please-", you cry.

The potato peeler hovers above your arm. The man holds your hand down to secure your arm in position. You try to wiggle, terrified.

"No!" Jerry screams. "Do that to me! Leave him alone! Are you a coward, or what?!”

“How dare you call me a coward?” he asks. 

“Because you pick on someone that would never be able to defend themself against you! Peel my fucking skin! Do it! I give you the permission to do it!”

The man seems to think about it for a second before smiling. 

“I think I’m good”, he says and hovers the potato peeler above your arm. “I don’t want to give you what you want, Jerry. Simple as that.”

“You have the fucking mentality of a three year old!”

The man smiles and pretends that he hasn't heard anything. The coming hour, Jerry’s forced to watch how the man strips you down, layer by layer, breaking you down into a sobbing mess, blood covering all visible parts of your skin — or more like, what's left of your skin. Through your blurred vision, you can tell that she's crying too. You've never witnessed her cry, or at least not like this. Her body is shaking with sobs. 

Pain is thumping in your ears and your conscious nearly leaving you, but you can still hear her, still see her.

"Stop doing that!" she screams. "Please!"

The ropes have cut into her skin, causing her to bleed. The sight of her is horrifying. You’ve never seen her this pale before, she's almost taken on a green hue.

"Please stop", she begs and screams once the man picks up a gun. She starts to frantically fight against the ropes again. "Please, I need him! Don't kill him! He's all I have!"

The man stops to look at her and smirks, lowering the gun.

"Oh, right, your dear family", he purrs. "Your poor, little, unsuspecting family. Where are they now, Jerry? Tell me."

Jerry squeezes her eyes tightly shut. You can feel the gaping hole of the gun press against your temple.

"Tell me or I'll fucking kill him", he growls.

"They're fucking dead!" she shouts through broken sobs, glaring at him. "Someone fucking murdered them, okay?!"

"Mhm, and they didn't suspect a thing!"

Jerry’s eyes widen as she puts things together. Your messed up head can also understand the uncanny connection.

"Did you …?"

"It was so satisfying, seeing the scums who gave birth to you disappear from this earth. That’s what they deserved — for giving birth to someone like you.” He turned back to you, rising the gun towards you again. “And now, I’m going to get rid of the last one you care about.”

You shut your eyes, preparing yourself to die. Your body is exhausted. You don’t want anymore pain, better to put you out of your misery.

“No, please”, Jerry shakes her head. “Please, let him live. I will do anything if you let us leave.”

“As tempting as that is, I rather want you dead.”

He hovers his fingers on the trigger. His body suddenly jolts to the side, falling down. The gun clinks against the stone floor. You look up in horror. The door opens and black dressed men run in. They’ll kill you, you think. On the contrary, they untie Jerry who flies up from the floor to get over to you. You fall into her arms, sinking down on your knees. Jerry hugs you tightly, holding your head down in her shoulder. 

“My poor baby”, she sobs, running her hands over your back — the only place where you’re still unharmed. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Too exhausted to cry, you just sit in her embrace. You’re not even sure if you’re happy that her men came in time to save you. You’re still in excruciating pain … and you’ll have to live with this memory for the rest of your life. 

“It’s okay, baby boy”, she whispers in your ear and sobs. “You’re safe now. Don’t cry. I’ll patch you up, I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Weirdly enough, her being nice makes you feel even worse. You’d rather have her joke about your pain and tell you to ‘man up’ instead of her babying you. You can feel her lips press against your forehead. 

“Don’t cry”, she whispers, hugging you tighter. “My beautiful boy.”

One of her men carries you out to a black van where they patch you and Jerry up to their best ability. Every move hurts, everything burns. 

The second you get home, you’re tucked in bed together with Jerry. She holds your body close to hers. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”, she whispers. “I really am. I’m sorry that you had to experience so much. I really, really am.”

“I’m so tired”, you whisper monotonically. 

“It’s okay, baby boy. Just sleep. Nothing will ever hurt you again. I will never let anything come close to you again. From now on, I’ll never let you out of this room. I will take any repercussions to keep you safe.” She cups your cheeks. “I did mean that — that you’re all I have. And I will keep you by my side.”

“I want to sleep.”

“Sleep. Sleep for as long as you want, I will be here and I will kill anyone that tries to disturb you, I fucking swear on that.”

She kisses your forehead and rests your head on her chest. You drift of to sleep immediately, hoping that all the pain will be gone once you wake up. Somewhere in the distance, you think you hear Jerry cry softly.

[assumeatsumu]

「⌕」 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬?

「thesis」 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.

「pairings」 𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

「warnings」 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘬

"Will I die if I ate your chapstick?"

"I don't know, maybe we can…." you paused, your mind digesting his words, "wait, 'tsumu… what?"

You were both were discussing how you could help Osamu in moving his strawberry garden into his new apartment; so how the hell did this conversation end up transitioning into death by chapstick?

"More specifically your raspberry-flavored one — would I die if I ate that one?"

"Atsumu, what the fuck?" You sat up straight in bed, turning on the lamp so he could see your bewilderment. "Did you eat my chapstick?"

Atsumu sat up as well, sweating profusely as he spoke quickly, "we have more pressing issues to handle, babe, because your husband could drop dead at any moment."

Suddenly, he had you worried and stressed out, "Atsumu, I don't know if it's — why are you eating my chapstick!?"

Your phone was ripped from its charger, leaving you uncertain of whether to use the remaining five percent on calling one-one-nine to inform that your idiot husband is dying from chapstick poisoning or search the internet to see if your raspberry-flavored chapstick, the exact one that he ate, was dangerous.

"I like how it tastes on you!" He blurted, "you were gone for a long time today and I missed your taste — but listen, if it is poisonous, why would they want you to apply it to your lips if you would taste it constantly?"

Tears swelled in your eyes from concern, "It's not meant to be eaten like a fuck— like a fucking cheese stick, Atsumu! And you're now just telling me?!"

You decided that you would use your last five percent to read the top search to find out if chapstick is safe to consume if eaten.

When sufficient amounts are swallowed, they may experience a minor upset stomach or loose stool. If your child is found with chapstick, do not panic. The tube should be removed, the mouth should be wiped with a soft, wet cloth, and water should be given to the child.

You married a fucking reincarnation of a dodo bird.

"Good news, you're not dying, just going to have an upset stomach," you growled, upset that he made you worry over nothing, "but your dead to me."

Atsumu placed his hand on his heart and threw his head up against the wall, "oh my god… oh my god that's so relieving."

Laying down with your back turned to him, you plugged your phone into its charger and turned off the lamp.

He chuckles, "I'm so sorry hun, I didn't mean to scare you—"

"Blah, blah, blah, I can't hear you because a dead man can't speak."

"Baby, is this how you treat me after a life-or-death experience?"

"You're an idiot, Atsumu — who the hell eats chapstick?"

He frowns as embarrassment sets in. "I didn't eat it, I took a nibble out of it. I said that you were gone for a long time today and I missed your flavor. I tried putting some on my lips, but that wasn’t enough."

"You're an absolute freak, should've just married your brother when I had the chance."

"Should've! Because now you're stuck with me, you even said it yourself!" He laughs, "you said, I, Y/N L/N — now Y/N Miya — take you, Miya Atsumu, as my lawful wedded husband—"

"— Yeah, yeah, I remember—"

"—to have and to hold from this day forward…"

You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself. He's such a dork.

"For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health," he emphasizes, "until death do us part. But you're still stuck with me even after that."

He reaches over to kiss you on your cheek and flips you over so that you're facing him, "I love ya so much."

[dottorcs]

Clingy Roomates Oneshot NSFW

Clingy! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

a/n: This does contain sexual themes. Fluff is everywhere. Satoru is extremely touchy and clingy. Slight angst referring to Suguru. Satoru does walk in to see Y/N naked. This alternates between 3rd person and Y/N's POV. Y/N gets cream pied.

"Oops," Satoru says with a mischievous grin. "Didn't mean to interrupt," he has a bad habit of not knocking before entering your room.

Maybe agreeing to be roommates with him right after high school wasn't the best idea, but his company was appreciated.

"Are you ready to grab a bite?" He sometimes acts more like your boyfriend than your roommate, constantly urging you to go out and cuddling with you on the couch. But deep down, he's just trying to fill the void left by Suguru. He's afraid you'll leave him too. You're all he has.

About 2-3 months ago, Suguru disappeared from both of your lives. Leaving nothing but a note and his cell phone for Satoru to find in the kitchen of their once shared home. Ever since then, Satoru has moved in with you, finding the quietness of his once shared home painful.

"TORU!" I yelped. "I'M NAKED, KNOCK NEXT TIME!" I squealed, trying to cover myself up with whatever I could find. My cheeks dusted with pink as I stare at him in disbelief.

"Sorry," Satoru says, chuckling softly. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes." He backpedals out of the room, leaving you feeling a bit embarrassed, but also somewhat reassured that he didn't take advantage of the situation. You take a deep breath and finish getting dressed, trying to shake off the awkwardness of the moment. As you step out of your room, you catch sight of Satoru cooking in the kitchen. He's dressed in a white shirt and black sweatpants, a pink apron wrapped around his neck and torso, with the words "Kiss The Chef" written across. He turns around and flashes you a warm smile. He motions for you to come over. You hesitate for a moment before joining him at the kitchen island. The smell of food is comforting, and you can't help but feel grateful for your clingy roommate who always seems to know just what you need.

As you sit down next to him, he places a plate in front of you, steam rising from the delicious-looking meal. The pasta is cooked, perfectly al dente, and coated in a savory sauce with bits of tender meat. You can't help but look up at him with appreciation.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you 'Toru, I was caught by surprise, please don't be upset." I said as I rubbed the back of my neck. Feeling guilty about my previous actions, I put my hand on top of his, feeling his warm and soft yet scarred hands.

"It's okay," Satoru reassures you, squeezing your hand gently. He chuckles softly before taking a bite of his food. You follow suit, savoring the flavors on your tongue. The pasta is perfectly cooked, and the sauce is tangy yet sweet, reminding you of the times Geto would come over, seemingly attempting to teach you how to cook.

You feel a pang of sadness wash over you, but Satoru's warm presence next to you helps ground you in the present. As you continue eating, you find yourself relaxing a little. Maybe being around your clingy roommate isn't so bad after all. You glance up at him, noticing the gentle way he's chewing his food, the way his eyes light up when he talks about something he's passionate about.

There's something about Satoru that draws you in, even if it's different from the intense connection you had with Geto. You decide that tonight, you'll give him a chance to explain why he's acting the way he is. After all, maybe he just needs someone to lean on too.

We finished our pasta in a comfortable, warm silence. As I grab our bowls to start washing the dishes, I feel 2 familiar hands wrap around my waist. Satoru's chest pressing against my back as I feel him snuggle in the crook of my neck, white soft hairs tickling my cheek. "So, do you want to talk about why you've been so clingy recently?" I say in a gentle tone, a smile creeping onto my lips as I breathe in his expensive yet comforting cologne.

Satoru hesitated for a moment before he exhaled softly, his warm breath tickling your neck... "I can't help it. You're just so amazing, and I want to be with you all the time." He shifted slightly, his arms slightly tightening around you. "But please, give me a chance. I want to take care of you, and I want to make you happy." He lifts his head from your shoulder to kiss the top of your head.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a strange surge of emotion welling up inside you. You turned around to face him, your faces inches apart. Satoru's eyes widened slightly at the sight of you so close, his face flushed with an adorable blush. He reached up to gently cup your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheekbones.

"Anytime.." he paused.

"Anytime what?" I looked at him, admiring his features.

Most people found Satoru's presence intimidating, mainly due to his height, but under that is just a soft, gentle, giant. His eyes were the prettiest shade of blue. I always loved getting lost in those eyes of his. I gently raise my hand to cup his cheek, rubbing my thumb against his soft skin.

"Anytime you need me," he whispers, leaning in to press your lips against his, leaving a gentle and soft kiss. As you pull away, a small smile plays on your lips. You can feel Satoru's heartbeat quicken under your touch, and it sends a wave of warmth through your body.

I wrap my arms around his neck, tippy toeing to shower his face with kisses.

Satoru's hands snake around your waist once more, pulling you closer. He leans over, his lips brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He nuzzles into you, inhaling your scent.

"I will always be there for you. I never want to lose you." He said.

Your heart swells at his words. You know there is still healing to do, both physically and emotionally, but with Satoru by your side, you feel optimistic about the future. You press your body against his, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin.

The soft texture of his clothed chest is enticing, and you can't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch it bare. Satoru's hands move from your waist to your back, and then down to your bottom, squeezing gently. He pulls you closer, his erection pressing against your thigh.

You sigh contentedly, pressing your body against his, wanting more. You know that with Satoru, you have found someone who will cherish and protect you. And for the first time in a long time, you felt at peace.

He pulls you into a kiss once more. This time long and needy. The kiss deepened, soft moans escaped from the two.

My hands ran through his soft hair. I pull away from his kiss, looking at his eyes, his beautiful eyes with a soft expression on my face. "Satoru... Please.. I need you in me." I said. Lust filled both of our eyes. He doesn't hesitate to pick me up and bring me to his room, where he gently placed me on his bed.

Satoru removed his shirt, revealing his toned torso, and the soft pattern of hair that trailed down to his navel, your heart skipped a beat.

You took off your own shirt next, eager to feel his skin against yours. Your bra came off with a gentle pull, and Satoru's eyes were drawn to your perky breasts, already hardened with desire. He helped you undo it, and then stepped out of his pants, releasing his member from his boxers. It was already fully erect and glistening with pre-cum. You marveled at its size, the thought that it would be inside you sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

He alined himself up as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. As he's pushing his hips forward, you gasped at the sensation of being filled up so completely, but also moaned in pleasure. He began to thrust slowly, his hips meeting yours in perfect rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his back, urging him to go deeper. His tongue found its way into your mouth, dancing with yours.

Soft moans escaped my lips, as I feel him completely fill me up. '''Toru.. please.. come in me." I said desperately. "I need you, I need all of you." I said, moaning his name.

Satoru groaned at the sound of your voice, and with one powerful thrust, he plunged his whole length into you, filling you completely. He let out a deep moan of pleasure as he felt you tighten around him. It was a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

His hips began to move faster, his body rocking against yours in a rhythm that was both primal and passionate. You felt him hit your sweet spot with every thrust, eliciting gasps and moans from both of you.

Satoru reached around to touch your breast, pinching the nipple gently as he continued to pound into you.

The friction between your bodies was creating a heat that seemed to consume them both. Their breathing became heavier, their moans louder, as their bodies moved together in a frenzy of desire. He moved his hand down to stroke your clit, adding another layer of pleasure to an already intense experience. The feeling was overwhelmingly amazing, and it wasn't long before you both climaxed together, crying out each other's names as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them. They collapsed onto the bed, still connected and panting heavily. Their hearts beat in unison as they looked into each other's eyes, their souls truly connecting for the first time.

"I love you 'Toru," I said. I stared at him, my eyes full of love. Satoru looked into your eyes, his heart racing. He pulled you closer, his lips pressing against yours in a deep, long, and passionate kiss. You could feel the love and desire that flowed between you, binding your souls together. As the moments passed, the kiss became slower and more tender, a reflection of the love that had been growing between you. You both knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

[teddyclara]

Fragaria Memories Red Bouquet Ep 1 Thoughts

I'll be using @kanatajelly-tl's translation of the voice drama. You can find it here!

Everything is under the cut!

So the Strawberry King is missing and then the SEEDS came into Fragaria World. Obviously connected

I mentioned this in a previous post, but the Strawberry King is a real Sanrio Mascot. He looks like this

(Stolen from the wiki) (Tumblr fucking up the quality)

He's the ruler of the Strawberry Kingdom, which, apparently, has 7 other children that dress like him

They're referred to as angels (??), and they debuted in 1975. Interesting how the story is using this guy as a figure and saying "lmao we don't know where he is". Anyways, history lesson over

Kinda interested in how the abilities of the knights are going to play out here. Magic is obviously a factor, but we don't know too much about how they use it. It's a limitation of medium used for the story, though maybe we might see it in the MVs.

Hallritt appears to be the least experienced knight among the cast, although given how he one-shots a SEED despite having never seen one before means he's likely Really Cracked at fighting. He also dodges the ambush of the other knights pretty well.

Merold caught me off guard like, really hard. I actually looked up his introduction because I was like "wait did they say he was Like That?" and yeah, he's just Like That.

Actually, he's so funny. Making himself home in Romarriche's place and eating his candy. He does seem like a massive piece of work, especially given what he says to Hallritt in the preview for the 2nd ep

He seems to just sort of have this condescending attitude to others, which his feats only exacerbate. I can see why Kurode was so upset and ran away.

Now I'm going to talk about the topic that caught my attention first, the SEEDs

Apparently, their main abilities is that they are able to cause things to disappear.

In the Voice Drama, they were making produce and shop items disappear, but the opening narration notes that they do this with people.

Also like how SEED's actually bloom, that's a cool feature

Anyways, I wanted to state my theories about how the story will unfold.

One of the big theories floating around is that this is a Madoka Magica situation, and the story is a time loop. This is based on the music videos that were released prior for each Bouquet. You can find them here, here, and here.

That said, after learning this information about the SEEDs, I don't think there's a time loop at all.

There's absolutely a loop, but I think what's happening is that everyone is forgetting what truly happened in the past as the SEEDs keep making everyone's memories disappear. There's a lot of emphasis on the past, even this Drama mentions it in regards to a legend of the Fragarian Knights of the Red Continent's past, but I think that they are just a different flavor of the main cast. It's just that everyone keeps repeating their choices because they're stuck never knowing or learning the mistakes of their past.

Maybe. This might be debunked hard when the 2nd Voice Drama drops. But who knows.

Anyways, those are my thoughts for the Drama. I hope there's more worldbuilding because the fairy tale-esque setting of the series is just appealing to me.

[nekrosdolly]

isolation

you and your beloved albert talk it out after an argument.

cw; baking, arguments, slight spousal neglect, albert is emotionally inept and always wants to be right, minor injury, albert wesker doesn't enjoy sweet things, reader likes to bake, reader is pissed off for most, if not all, of this, hurt/minor comfort, mentions of divorce, minor gaslighting, empathy discovery like WHOAAA, soft re4 wesker, .

pet names; darling, dearest (reader receives)

a/n; i really don't like this one if i'm honest but i need to force myself to write to keep my creativity going :/

you're upset. you and albert had a fight before he left for work and in typical albert fashion, he's ignoring the problem, which is how much time he spends at the lab. you know he loves you, so why do you seem like an afterthought most of the time?

now, you've been with him long enough to know that by the end of the day, when he's done at the lab, he'll try to sweet-talk his way out of really talking about the issue. it's annoying, truthfully. nothing gets resolved unless it's bothering him, too, and most of the time, it doesn't. 

you're baking your frustration out as he's just coming home. given that he's boiled you down to just a stay-at-home partner, you have nothing to do but do housework, and thus, nobody to talk to but yourself. when you're buried within your conscience like you have been, your emotions fester. 

like normal, he walks through the front door, takes his shoes off as well as his outercoat and sets them aside before scouting for you. 

"darling?" he calls out, first checking your bedroom and then the living room, before finally coming across you in the kitchen. he smiles softly at you as he approaches, his cold arms wrapping around your waist from behind. he presses a kiss to your neck as usual.

"i missed you today, dearest," he murmurs, watching as you brush eggwash onto the pastry you're baking. you'll be the only one to eat what you're making, given that your husband can't handle sweets the way you can. 

"yeah." you're unenthusiastic. you're still mad. he's pissing you off even more just by touching you and acting like nothing's wrong. he doesn't like your tone but brushes it off and gives you another peck. he senses your irritation and gives you a little squeeze.

"come now, darling, don't be so sour. " he sighs, resting his chin atop your head. you don't respond. instead, you turn to face him with the brush containing eggwash in your right hand tucked behind your back. using your left, you cup his face and lean in to kiss him, wearing a faux smile. he smiles softly, thinking you'd come around already.

he should've known better. he realizes that the moment the very sloppy and wet brush makes contact with his cheek, then right over his mouth. frozen, he stares at you. the eggwash is cold and wet and very unpleasantly viscous on his face.

"why did you do that?" he asks after rebooting his brain, blinking owlishly at you. he's yet to wipe his face off. the yellow-tinted liquid slowly dribbles down his face and gets into his mouth when he speaks.

you shrug and return to your pastries. all you really need to do is let them bake. albert walks to the sink and washes his face off of the eggwash, also spitting to get the flavor out. he dries his face off on his sleeve and keeps his distance as you put the tray of chocolate croissants in the oven and set a timer. 

it's not that he doesn't know what he's done wrong, it's more of how he's to address the situation. you typically let it go, which was his goal, but you're still upset. as if that was hard to tell by any means. you leave the kitchen, and thus abandoning him with his inner monologue. he notes the dishes in the sink from your baking escapade and decides there's nothing better to do than clean them while sorting his thoughts out.

he nicks himself on the knife you used for the dough once or twice because he's deep in thought. a human thing for him to do, but that's what you bring out in him- humanity. if he didn't love you, you'd be dead or a test subject. he sighs softly, dabs the blood off his hands with a paper towel nearby, and decides to finish the dishes later, even though the sink nearly full irritates him greatly. 

he instead decides to seek you out. if you're this mad, he should at least try to resolve the issue, right? finding you isn't difficult, you didn't go very far so you could check up on your croissants. you'd hate to mess them up.

he slides on the couch beside you with as much silence as he can manage, his phone out and in his hand to pretend like he's checking his messages (looking through his contacts), his arm along the back of the couch. he's quite literally just a space away but you're wired, like a caged animal, and he's not pushing his luck. every now and then, he looks over at you.

"what is it?" you ask, not sparing him a glance. you stare straight ahead at the wall across from you. 

"you're upset." he sets his phone aside.

"right." 

"why-"

you ache to slam your head against the wall as you cut him off. "if you've forgotten our argument this morning, then im afraid that's your own fault."

"right. okay." he runs his thumb over his lower lip in habit. it's very obvious to him (and likely anyone else) that you're tired of his shit. thoroughly fed up. you've been together nearly two years and nothing's changed, has it?

no. 

you turn your head to look at him. "is that all you have to say? genuinely? just "okay"?"

"what would you like me to say?" he furrows his eyebrows

you scoff. he can't be serious. "maybe that you're sorry? would that be so difficult for you? to admit that you're wrong for once?"

he's silent this time, calculating his response to have the best outcome. the last thing he wants is a divorce. he slips his glasses off and sets them aside, his free hand running through his hair

"im sorry," he starts, and you feel a little bit of reprieve, "that you feel that way."

not the best apology you've ever heard. definitely some room for improvement.

"what else are you sorry for?" you prompt, crossing your arms over your chest. he shifts in his seat, his elbows on his knees. 

"... i suppose i'm sorry for keeping you so couped up in here. i know how it feels and yet, despite that, i've done it anyway." his hand finds your knee and gently squeezes. his cheeks are red and you've succeeded in making him somewhat ashamed for being mean to you.

your hand on top of his, you give him a soft smile. "i accept your apology. you're forgiven." 

he nods, but his blush doesn't leave. it's like he's discovering empathy for the first time... 

instead of saying anything else, he scoots close to you and drapes himself over you. a soft chuckle escapes you as he remains quiet and unable to look at you. he drips neediness, the want for your love, as he feels bad for making you feel bad.

you give it to him, of course. it's not like you to deny him too much. gentle, warm fingers running through slightly stiff, gelled platinum hair. he doesn't care that you're messing it up, just that you're home and you're okay now. you're not mad at him anymore, you're not going to leave him because he's arrogant and mean.

"im a mean guy, aren't i?" he mumbles, still unable to meet your eyes.

"yes, you are. like a wet cat, honey." the slight smile in your voice is too audible and while he knows you're teasing him, he feels bad. he nods and kisses your temple.

"but i love you. you're my wet cat." a half-smile forms on his lips, which you turn your head to kiss.

"i love you as well."

[pupyuj]

That cumplay in ur ssera post is fucking hot actually.. hyunjin has big hands so I imagine her cock would b huge too 😋 thinking about her spilling inside you and then watching her load leak from your fluttering hole as she pulls out. She licks it clean and forces a filthy kiss on your mouth to share the flavor, maybe even pushing you to your knees so you can taste your own cum off her cock? ☺️

ALRIGHT ANON I GOT YOU! thanks for clearing the air 😭😭 have to admit, i had to try and be a little creative bcs anon already wrote such a good starting point like i read this ask over and over giggling n shit 😵‍💫

this just makes me think that hyunjin is deeefinitely the type to tease the hell out of you that it's almost torture... no, it literally is torture bcs she's always going to have you begging for her cum :((( she knows how much you love it when she releases her load inside your cunt, or in your asshole, or down your throat but she's a silly girl and she wants to make you feel so desperate until you're on the brink of tears, meanie 😔😔 AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT ANON KIM HYUNJIN HAS A BIG COCK... and she's such an ass about it 😭 she's always taunting you,, asking shit like: "do you want unnie's cock inside you? hmm.. but you don't sound like it..." JUST SO YOU'RE BEGGING OVER AND OVER AGAIN 😩😤

hyunjin tying you up,, hands stuck up at the bedpost, legs forced open giving her a full view of your wet hole, and she's sitting across from you, legs spread open as well and she's moving her hand up and down her own cock :((( moaning obnoxiously loud, grinning as she watched your cunt clench around nothing .

and then here she goes again with her taunts 😭 "ahhm.. feels good but it's not enough..."

"please, please, unnie.. i'm right here, use me, please...!" you're bucking your hips up in the air as if it'll do anything, and hyunjin fucking loves it so much she could make you suffer all night long and that's exactly what she'll do :((( and it's not even bcs you've been a bad girl or anything, she genuinely just loves messing you and have you crying to get fucked by her 🫣

hyunjin coming on her hand after an excruciatingly long time,,, licking her own cum off her fingers and while she kept eye contact with you,, and then she pretends to act like she doesn't know why you're frowning and being upset,, "hm? did you want a taste? sorry baby, i think you should say it louder next time!" SHE'S LITERALLY A JERK 😭😭 n then you're like,, sobbing bcs you're so desperate,,, n hyunjin feels a little bad so she'll pound into your tight cunt nice and rough just like you've wanted all this time :(( shdhfksf her keeping your folds parted, watching her cock go in and out of you and feeling soooo horny seeing your slick completely cover up her length every time she pulls it back out she's kinda obsessed 😳

sjdnejdkf hyunjin intentionally making a mess out of both of you when you come at the same time,,,, now horny out of her mind she gets rid of your restraints and pulls you down so that your face is on her cock,, "you're my dumb little cumslut, aren't you?? clean me up." she's saying while tapping your lips with her dick, soaking wet from both of your juices 😩😩😩 and she doesn't have to say it twice bcs the moment those words leave her mouth, you already have more than half of her length down your throat :((( you really didn't care if it made you look dirty, diligently licking off both of your cum on her dick,, and then once she was satisfied, hyunjin just grabs your head and forces her thick cock down your throat,, ignoring your gags and the way you resisted how she pushed you down,,,

yeah she loved torturing you but she knew how good you were with your mouth, she wasn't going to waste any second now!! but the fucking lasts just as long as the teasing, hyunjin will literally have you sucking her off and riding her until the sun rises 😳🫠

[fluffyficsanddreams]

Still My Little Boy

Summary: Teenaged Michael thinks he's too cool for something as "childish as tickling"... William thinks that is an absolutely heinous crime, and eventually, a certain little brother decides to join in.

This was requested by anon, so whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this!!

It was about 7:30 in the evening at the Afton household when a loud slam was heard throughout the house. That was the front door, slammed by William's oldest son who had just returned from a hangout with his friends. Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the living room. Unbeknownst to his family, he had just fought with his buddies—and it wasn't just that usual argument you have over ice cream flavors or music taste. After that fight, he wasn't sure he'd talk to his friends again.

Michael jumped as he saw his father walk into the room, a confused expression on his face, alerted by the door slam. "Michael? You said you'd be back at 9, it's only 7. Did something happen?" William asked, taking off his rubber gloves that he used while he worked downstairs on whatever new mechanic parts. Michael swallowed, not wanting to tell his father about what had just went down between him an his friends—why should he? That was his business, after all—but William couldn't help feeling concerned at the anxious expression on Michael's face. Walking toward his son, William placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike, what's wrong? You can trust me, alright?" He asked again, but Michael stayed silent, not making eye contact with his father. He was born stubborn, and once he was set on not doing something, he absolutely refused to do that thing—and William knew that. Although... his father was aware of one time-tested method to get things out of his son...

William chuckled and took Michael into his signature dad-hug, and his son exhaled, letting himself relax a little in his father's embrace. "Mike, I can tell when you're upset. I promise, you can tell me anything." William murmured, rubbing his son's back with a comforting hand. Michael, being his stubborn self, still refused to open his mouth.

"Michaael... you know what happens when you don't tell me somethiiiing." William cooed, to which Michael tilted his head to look up at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and his father actually chuckled. "Don't tell me you forgot about the ol' tickle monster, didja?" William asked, a smirk on his face. Michael groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving at his father's hands. "Daaad, you know I'm too old for that dumb stuff." His son sighed, to which William placed a hand on his chest and gasped in mock surprise. "Whatever on Earth are you talking about? You're never too old for that 'dumb stuff', since you'll always be my baby boy." William replied dramatically, and he began to poke and prod at Michael's sides. The teen started to squirm in his father's arms, tiny half-stifled snickers escaping him.

"Hmmm... I thought you were too old for your dad's tickles, you shouldn't be affected!" William teased, scribbling 8 fingers over Michael's lower sides. "Pfftdahahahad! Nahahahaha!" His son broke into a fit of laughter, writhing in his father's grasp. William had to hold on a little more than he'd used to, as Mike had naturally grown stronger with age—but that, of course, didn't stop him. "Dahahahahad! St-stohohop!" The teen protested, feeling his legs giving way as the tickling weakened him, resorting to holding himself up by leaning against William which eventually led to the two basically melting to the floor. "I'm not stopping until you tell me what's wrong!"

Now laying on the floor, Michael kicked out his feet as William continued his tickle-monster attack, poking at his son's stomach rapidly with a couple fingers, causing Mike to snort between laughs—one of his signature things, his family could recognize Michael's snorts from a mile away.

Due to this, Michael's younger brother walked into the room having heard all the noise. Evan looked astonished at what was unfolding on the floor, as he'd never seen his tough, brash older brother laughing so hard. He giggled, approaching the scene. "Papa, what's going on?" Evan asked, a wide, amused smile on his face. William looked up at his second son with a smirk as he continued to tickle his oldest to bits. "Well, he may not have ever told you, but your brother here is ridiculously ticklish."

"AHAHaham noHOHot!" Michael shouted in protest, cut off by his own cackle as William vibrated his fingers into his stomach. Evan giggled, walking toward his brother and sitting next to him on the floor.

“You know, Mikey, I think I should get you back for all those times you tickled me,” He spoke, to which his older brother shot his eyes open at him and tried to glare at him before squeezing them shut again in his laughter. “Dahahohohon’t you DAHAHARE!” Michael threatened, Evan not at all intending to listen to him and sitting up by his head, shoving his hands into his brother’s underarms, earning a screech and newfound cackles.

William winked at his second son with a chuckle. “You see, bud, what you wanna do is scribble all your fingers at the same time, like this.” Their father suggested, showing Evan what he was talking about by scribbling 8 fingers between Michael’s ribs, causing the teen to arch his spine as far as it could go before crashing back down again. Evan nodded eagerly, a bright smile on his face as he imitated what William had just shown him in his older brother’s armpits, not expecting the loud shrieking that came out of Michael’s mouth. He was almost alarmed, but he shrugged it off when he saw how brightly his brother was smiling and laughing. It was a rare sight, but Evan and William both wished that they could see it more.

“Okay, Evan, do you want to see something cool?”

“Yeah!”

Michael’s eyes shot open once again as he immediately realized what his father was referring to. “Nonononono! Don’t, please don’t!” He begged, nervous giggling pouring past his lips already. William pretended to think about for a moment, holding a hand to his chin.

“Hmm… let’s see… no!” His father replied mischievously before pulling Michael’s shirt up, and taking a deep breath…

“PBBPHBPPBBT!”

“YAAAHAHAHAHA!”

Michael actually screamed before letting out the loudest cackles Evan had ever heard. William’s signature thing was raspberries, of course! Evan knew that from his own experiences. Now Michael was practically a red-faced, cackling, snorting puddle.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOKAHAY! I GIHIVE UP! I’LL TEHEHELL YOU!” The teen finally screeched, and William lifted his hands from his son’s body and let Michael out from underneath his grip. Evan giggled as he watched his older brother gasping for breath, his face flushed red and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Mikey, we should do that more.” Evan smiled, to which Mike shot a glare at him and growled, “Shut it.” He was trying to be intimidating, but the wobbly smile that split his face gave him away completely.

“Hey, be nice to your brother. Now, tell me what was wrong.” William prompted, placing a hand on his oldest’s shoulder. Michael exhaled, having regained most of his composure, and recounted some of the fight he’d had to his father.

“I’m sorry, bud. But hey, friends come and go. Just know that I’ll always be here for ya, alright? Your old man loves you.” William told him, taking him into a gentle hug. Michael exhaled in his embrace, wrapping his own arms around his dad. The teen felt his younger brother hug him from behind, and a small smile crossed his face.

He wouldn’t trade these moments for the world.

[pippin-katz]

Reverse Character Bleed

Okay I wrote about this already, but it was on a reblog of a GIF set, so I decided to make its own post. I've decided to use a phrase to attempt to describe why Taylor and Nicholas' performances feel so different to watch.

I'm referring to it as reverse character bleed.

Character bleed is a term used to for when an actor subconsciously starts adopting behaviors and personality traits of the character they are playing. They don't do it intentionally. Sometimes when you spend so much time in the mindset of a character, it's a little difficult to turn it off completely. There are moments where you might find yourself thinking how the character would respond rather than how you would respond.

This is, again, subconscious. I'm not referring to a situation like an actor being asked what their favorite flavor of ice cream is, and in their head they think, "What would [x]'s favorite flavor be?" An easy example of what I am referring to would be their favorite color, because that changes over time for a lot of people anyway.

Say that your favorite color is yellow, but you're in a scenario where you are seeing the color blue a lot. You don't feel any sort of way about blue; you don't dislike it, but you don't like it either.

So, you are seeing blue everywhere. Maybe it's the color of your team's jersey, or the fabric you're working with, or paint you're using.

If you are enjoying the experience, you will likely develop a positive opinion of that color blue. This is because of the association of blue with the fun or happiness or excitement you felt during that experience. Obviously! Everyone knows about color association! But this can happen without realizing it until later, when someone asks you, "What's your favorite color?"

The thing about a lot opinions of this nature is that you don't typically spend a lot of time actually thinking about them on your own. You don't typically sit down for twenty minutes, pondering what your favorite color is in your head. Likes and dislikes, at least common ones, are typically better suited for conversations, not your internal dialogue (if you have that).

So, you probably were never randomly sitting around and had the thought, "I think my favorite color is blue instead of yellow."

But when someone asks you, instead of immediately responding with yellow, you pause to consider it. Because now you have another color that you associate strong, positive feelings with, that you did not even realize were there.

It's that subconsciousness that I'm referring to with character bleeding. Actors wouldn't notice until someone points it out. Think about how we can see similarities between Taylor and Alex, but Taylor seems to think they're nothing alike.

The interesting thing here is that this is not a case of character bleed. Character bleed would be Taylor and Nicholas adopting traits of Alex and Henry. But this is the reverse. It feels like Alex and Henry subconsciously adopted traits and behaviors from Taylor and Nicholas.

Now, what the hell do I mean by this? Let me talk you through it!

The best example of this reverse character bleed in my opinion is the scene of Henry holding Alex's hand when Alex asks for him to take a walk with him.

Time for the GIFs:

Taylor and Nicholas are close friends in real life.

When you are friends with someone, you care about them and their wellbeing. If they are upset, you want to comfort them. If they get hurt, you want to help them and do what you can to protect them from getting hurt whenever you're with them.

Take the adorable moment from their first GQ article where the journalist describes Taylor as "sinking into protective mode" when discussing Nicholas' injury.

As silly as this is to read, it's probably accurate!

It's in the past, but again, when someone you care about gets hurt, you want to protect them. It's natural to feel protective after the fact, especially if you weren't there to help.

Back in high school, my best friend and I were in theatre. There was a show that she did, that I didn't, and there was a small stunt that involved her character and dry ice. She had to crouch down in a box to look like she fell down a chute with the dry ice effect helping sell it.

Someone spilled the dry ice into the box, and my friend ended up touching it with her bare hands and her legs. She got burned, obviously, but no one did anything about it. The show kept going, and even though her character was practically done for the show, no one took her to the hospital or emergency room for the ice burns.

I was furious when I heard about it. If I had been there, I would have cussed out our director/teacher and fucking demanded that someone take her to the doctor. Fuck the show, ice burn from dry ice is no-joke. I still get angry whenever I think about it.

This is to say that Taylor having a noticeable reaction to the discussion of Nicholas' injury is completely realistic. He doesn't have a reason to get angry like I did for my friend, but he experiences the same worry/concern after the fact.

Caring for your friend's wellbeing includes their mental health, obviously. So, consider: Taylor and Nicholas are at an event together. For some reason, Taylor starts feeling anxious or nauseous. Nicholas is going to be worried about him. That's just a fact of friendship.

Somehow that real life connection makes Henry’s concern for Alex feel more genuine and sincere.

It's as though Alex and Henry subconsciously adopted traits and behaviors from Taylor and Nicholas, rather than the other way around. Reverse character bleed is the only way I can think to describe it.

Anyway, that's all! I'm really excited to see them together again in the sequel! 🩵

[meyerlansky]

my take on gale mota, if this helps: so obvs he's generally holds back and is very careful socially, tending towards watching rather than participating. i also think he's very reactive, inasmuch as he gives people what "fits" their personality. egan's an annoying endearing brat so he gets the longsuffering treatment. curt's longsuffering, so he gets gale's version of a brat. neither is a /lie/, persay, but both are an obfuscation of the whole picture. he deliberately casually makes himself 1/

...hard to know, which is also shown in his general stoic snarky shtick. again, it's not a lie, it's just not /everything/. exactly what part of himself he's trying to hide is up to interpretation (big gay boner for his buddies, anyone?) but i personally think he's trying very hard to hide just how fucking mean he can be. ironically i think this is exactly why bucky is drawn to him (because maybe he'll smack him around a little) who said that 2/2

yessssssss all of this is so good and i agree with nearly all of it: gale is definitely very cautious, very withholding, and very reactive, and i also definitely see a deep capacity for viciousness and anger and meanness as one of the vices he's decided Cannot Under Any Circumstances Be Expressed, Lest He Be Too Like His Father. i think my only major difference in read is i can't see gale bratting, at least not early on; not only does bucky have the brat market CORNERED, but i think gale wants to be good. he doesn't want to have those vices, he doesn't want to lash out when he's angry, he doesn't want to be a dog off the leash. what he needs is a firm hand at the end of the leash, who'll tell him when he's being a good boy.

i think he also wants that hand to hold him back from the anger and the meanness, but this is where i think curt becomes an interesting choice for being that firm hand (vs, say, bucky, who wants to drag gale so far off-leash that they both forget what the concept of leashes are, and i'm losing control of this dog metaphor but you get what I'm saying). because i think curt is happy to put gale where he belongs when it's necessary—it takes barely a touch to his chest and, what, fifteen words to make gale back down in the RAF scene, when gale FORCED bucky back down into his seat to keep him from taking the hit? seriously, curt doms that boy with so light a touch i don't think gale even knows it's THERE—but i also think that curt sees that vicious streak in gale and likes it. it just needs pointing in the right direction. so i think it'd be good for gale in that he can bring curt as many apples as he can get his hands on and get told he's a good boy for it, and curt valuing that protective streak gale seems to lump down into Anger, Which Is Always Bad means gale would get more space to have those feelings in productive ways. i.e. circling the fight like a guard dog to keep the RAF guys from taking any potshots, and reeling curt into safety the second he's in range. and also the two of them brat-taming the fuck out of bucky, with curt telling gale exactly what and how much he should give bucky. i mean what.

[wrt smacking bucky around lmao genuinely i think curt and gale BOTH have crises about That Time Bucky Made Me Hit Him, but they're flavored differently: curt is upset bucky kept pushing at what curt tried to express as a limit, but gale is upset that he couldn't "control" himself in the face of bucky pushing him. i don't think either of them have the language to express any of this clearly, either, so it's a top drop clusterfuck both times, but it's worse for gale because he has the self-hate i'm-just-like-my-dad-after-all spiral waiting and ready to go, whereas curt's like "i'm fucked up over this. why am i fucked up over this. oh, because i didn't want to, i SAID i didn't want to, and bucky didn't listen to me." i've got thoughts about it]

[memory-the-unconscious]

Hi... I'm like really evil so... I apologize in advance

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

LMAO love that you decided to ask me this as soon as I reblogged it. so very kind of you lol

orchid ⇢ Hozier's Unknown/Nth. He had no right writing the most soul-crushing lyrics to ever exist in this life and then just SHALALA his way into my heart. like.. "DO YOU KNOW I COULD BREAK BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF THE GOODNESS, LOVE, I STILL CARRY FOR YOU???" WHAT WAS THAT?? how do you even begin to EXIST after hearing that??

cactus ⇢ the way that feminist theory has impacted other realms of life--and also the way literature has tied into different cultural movements. I've also been researching the various circles of Dante's Inferno (just for the giggles, ya know :P)

bamboo ⇢ sometimes. it depends. sometimes i get home and all i want to do is just collapse on my bed and not have to deal with anything else, but others I want to feel like a pretentious character from some novel so I'll keep my "fancy" clothes on lol

abelia ⇢ i have this one ring that I wear a lot--my grandma gave it to me. I also have a few pairs of earrings that I treasure a lot.

daffodil ⇢nope :) only child over here

mahonia ⇢ I love the mountains and the ocean--I think they both inspire me to be more than my usual self in various ways: to be kinder, to be more poetic, to see beauty in a wider variety of things and people.

chia ⇢ oh gosh, so many. does challenging my friends to duels count?? lol

sage ⇢ I really cannot decide on this one. I think the beauty of enjoying and being inspired by a variety of artistic mediums is that they each bring something unique into your world view: poetry can bring a sense of rhythm and orderliness or, in other cases, chaos. Music I see as another way of enjoying poetry--what else are lyrics, after all? Fiction is somewhere I can get lost and experience things I've never gotten the chance to see or meet people I'll never meet. Paintings, like photographs, capture a singular moment, but also infuse their meaning with a more personal flavor from the artist's own life. Statues are this concrete, physical expression of being that capture movement and emotion and strength and weakness and just the general essence of existence in a very solid, real way. plzzzz don't make me choose :)

edelweiss ⇢ the secret history. idk what else to add lol

camellia ⇢ I think i conformed a lot more to other's expectations (I know...such a cliche thing to say.. :(( lol). In other respects, I don't think i've changed all that much. I still love art and reading and running through fields and dancing in the rain and curling up with a story next to my dog just as much as I used to :)

jasmine ⇢ This is really tough. I definitely feel that way about some books that just destroyed me emotionally--same goes for films--but I also feel like, given enough time, I'd want to return to them to get a fresh perspective. Idk, I've definitely thought about this a lot, but a lot of types of media store cherished memories for me, so in returning to the media, I'm also reopening that treasure trove of my own life.

ivy ⇢ I smile a lot for no reason when I'm happy. I'm much more sarcastic when I'm down. I also tend to hold my hand up to my face when I'm anxious or annoyed. I feel like this is so much easier to determine about someone else, not yourself :)

chamomile ⇢ BOOKS. chocolate. hugs. cozy sweaters. tea. handmade gifts that are more a demonstration of love that anything else.

aloe vera ⇢ (i am aware this makes me sound a lot more lonely than i actually am lol) I would love to experience the feeling of sitting next to someone I love--platonic or romantic--and just sensing this absolute tranquility. I am always so happy every time I experience that and I'd love to have that feeling more present in my life.

palm tree ⇢ not really?? idk, i mean does Dorian Gray count??

nutmeg ⇢ the walls of my room are a green color that I chose when i was ten, which kinda sets the automatic aesthetic to cottagecore. Lots of plants, poetry and drawings and paintining and quotes pinned on the walls, books everywhere, a quilt i made as my bedcover, my dog (sometimes lol)

papyrus ⇢ just went and did this for the sake of experimentation. the song that came up was "king" by florence and the machine. I love all of florence's songs, but i love "king" for so many reasons. The guttural vocals really bring something out in the lyrics (which are incredible on their own). Also the production of the music video (directed by one of my favorite people of all time, Autumn de Wilde--same person who directed Emma 2020) just makes the aesthetic of the music so much more....GRAND

taro ⇢ I'd tell them about all the beautiful things I saw today, about all the interactions I had. about how much i love being alive, and how much I am looking forward to spending more time getting to know people and reading new books and falling in love with the way the world continues despite it all.

thank you for sending this ask, @kaleb-is-definitely-sane

[rookie-chenford]

Dream a little dream of me

Description: Based on Season 4 Episode 17. Some things are the same and some things are my own added flare. So I hope you enjoy!

Words: 2617

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, lots of tears, mentions of what happened to Lucy. If there is any other warning I should put in here, please let me know!

A/N: This is a long one, so strap in for the ride!

Lucy emerged from her bedroom and stopped in the doorway. "What is that smell?" she asked cautiously.

Tamara smiled. "Breakfast. I saw this recipe on Cliptalk and wanted to try it." She placed the food on a plate and handed it over to Lucy.

"Ooooh, okay. It looks interesting." She takes a bite, contemplating all the flavors bursting in her mouth. "Okay, it's not bad; it has some uniqueness to it. For once, I can say this Cliptalk recipe isn't all that bad. What's all the fuss for?"

"I just want today to go well for you. I can't imagine having to tell the same story repeatedly and feeling like I'll never stop telling it."

"Well, I've told the story to my therapist a hundred times. I don't think one more time will hurt."

"I know, but it just seems so unnecessary for you to go through the worst moments in your life just so the D.A. can slap some more charges onto her time."

"All I have to do is tell the D.A. everything so they can prove Rosalind was an accessory in Caleb's crime."

"But is it even worth it when she's already serving four life sentences?" Tamara asked, concern and confusion laced in her voice.

"It's essential that she is held accountable for what happened. Most of her victims aren't alive to tell their stories, and I'm fortunate enough to do so." Lucy said with a bit of sadness in her voice.

Tamara nodded. "Fine, but I'm coming with you. Is Tim going to be there?"

Lucy let out a small chuckle. "You don't have to, and why would Tim be there?"

Tamara made her way around the counter, gathering up her stuff so they could leave. "I'm coming with you. That way, if you get upset, I'll be on standby with cute puppy videos and your favorite snacks. And I just figured he'd also be there to support you, like me." She smiled.

Lucy shook her head, a sad smile appearing on her face. "No, he won't be there. He's working today." She took a deep breath and grabbed her stuff. "Come on, let's go."

Walking into the main lobby of the ADA's office, Lucy took a deep breath and looked around, trying to come up with a small lie to have a moment to herself. "Umm, I am going to look for a restroom. I'll be right back."

"Do you need me to come with you?" Tamara asked with concern.

Lucy chuckled. "I think I can handle it. Will you let someone know that I'm here?"

"Sure thing."

Lucy quickly walked off and opened the first door that she saw. The lights were off when she entered, but she looked around to ensure she was alone. When she saw no one around, she leaned against the wall, her breathing becoming ragged. All the memories of Caleb and what happened to her quickly flashed through her mind. Her lip quivered, trying to keep her tears at bay. She squeezed her eyes shut and slid down the wall, trying to get the memories to disappear, a single tear making its way down her face. Once she felt she was okay enough, she wiped her face, got up, and exhaled a shaky breath. She cleared her throat and made her way out into the lobby.

As she entered, Tamara gave Lucy a soft smile that quickly dropped when she saw Lucy's red eyes. Tamara quickly dropped the conversation with the guy she was talking to and made her way over towards Lucy.

"Hey, you okay?" Tamara asked, concern lacing her voice.

Lucy looked around, trying to find Sara, the ADA she was supposed to be talking to. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She waved her hand, dismissing Tamara.

Tamara could see the whirlwind of emotions in Lucy's eyes, but she didn't want to push her, knowing she'd already be going through a lot. Tamara nodded and squeezed Lucy's hand, letting her know she was here with her and was not alone during this difficult time. Just as Tamara was fixing to speak, she saw Chris quickly approaching them.

"Hi," Chris said, a little worriness written on his face.

"Hey, do you know where Sarah is? I'm here for trial prep."

Chris cleared his throat, his face a little paler than usual. "Umm, she is out sick today, and they asked me to step in. But it seems awkward, given our relationship. We can reschedule if you'd like?"

"Uhh, no, it's okay. We're professionals. We'll just be discussing the details of the case." Lucy said, stumbling over her words a little.

"Okay then, follow me."

Lucy turned to look at Tamara, a little bit of worry on her face. Tamara squeezed her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. Lucy nodded and followed Chris to a conference room.

They sat across from each other, an awkward silence filling the room as Chris pulled out the files from his briefcase.

He cleared his throat. "Alright, let's get started. Did you ever hear Caleb talking to Rosalind on the phone?"

"Mm, no." Lucy's eyes cast down at the photos sitting in front of her.

"Did he talk about her as if they were communicating?"

Lucy took a deep breath before answering, her eyes now meeting Chris's "No."

"So, how do you know he was working with her?"

Lucy chuckled disbeliefly. "B-because she told me herself when I visited her in prison. She repeated the song I sang in the barrel. How would she know that if she and Caleb weren't communicating?"

Chris's voice faded into the background as she looked back at the photos, resurfacing memories of that day—memories of her tattoo, getting into the barrel, and trying to fight her way out.

"Lucy, I just want you to be ready."

She finally snapped out of it. "I'm familiar with the concept of trial prep." A hint of anger in her voice.

"I know," Chris said softly. "Uhh, how about we take a break?"

"Yeah," Lucy said, a little softer this time.

They left the conference room and made their way to the break room, where Tamara and her new friend were hanging out.

"I was wondering where you went," Lucy said as she entered the room, a smile forming.

"Two watered-down coffees coming up," Chris said in the background.

"How's it going?" Tamara asked.

"Uhh, great."

"This is Austin. He's saving the planet."

"It's Good to know someone is trying to. You can go; you don't have to stay here."

"Mmm, I don't know. I'm finding this whole law thing fascinating." Tamara said, trying to convince Lucy.

Lucy can see right through her, a knowing smirk appearing. "Uh-huh. And what exactly is so interesting?" She chuckled.

Before Tamara can answer, Lucy's face drops, tears forming in her eyes. Tamara's face turns into confusion, wondering what suddenly made Lucy's mood drop. She raises an eyebrow at Lucy, waiting for her to say something. Lucy turns around as Chris continues singing the song she sang in the barrel. Lucy hears Tamara ask if she's okay but doesn't answer. Her breathing picks up, a million questions going through her head.

Chris's face immediately drops at the realization, and he quickly turns to face Lucy. "I—I am so sorry. It was stuck in my head, and I wasn't thinking. It was thoughtless and stupid, and I'm sorry."

Tamara and Austin quickly exit the break room, and she quickly whips out her phone to call Tim. She wasn't sure what to say to him but knew Lucy needed his support for the rest of this trial prep.

"The- the uhh song was stuck in your head because you've, you've seen the video." Lucy's voice was shaky, trying to keep her tears from falling.

"Well, yeah. It's evidence."

"Ri-right. No, of course, you did. You're in the D.A.'s office, and it's evidence, so… you've…" Lucy's voice cracked, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

"Look, I should have told you I'd seen it. I'm sorry." Chris said as he walked towards Lucy.

Lucy stepped back as he approached her, making him stop in his tracks. "No, you said that part already." Lucy swallowed thickly. "Umm, I, I just need a minute."

"Lucy, please-'

Before he could say anything else, Lucy raised her hands. " Please, can you…" She stopped, unable to say anything else as her throat became tighter from holding back her tears.

Chris nodded and whispered a yeah as he walked out and closed the door. Lucy paced the floor, groaning and breathing heavily. She couldn't believe Chris would be so careless about singing a song that once brought her joy and now brings back her worst nightmares. She sat on the couch, her head in her hands, lightly pulling on her hair to relieve some tension.

After being in the break room for a while, Lucy lifted her head as a knock formed on the door. Tamara softly opened the door, her face falling when she saw the tears staining Lucy's cheeks. "Sorry to interrupt, but Chris just wanted to know if you were ready to continue."

Lucy wiped her face with her sleeves. "Yeah, I'll be out in a moment."

"Okay," Tamara whispered as she shut the door.

Lucy took a deep breath and stood up from the couch, fixing her clothes as she went to the door. She turned the knob and took one more deep breath before opening it and making her way back to the conference room. When she entered, Chris was already in there waiting for her. As he heard her walk in, he quickly put his pen down and stood up.

"Again, I am so-"

"Sorry. Yeah, I know." Lucy said, not wanting to hear another apology from him.

She reached the other side of the table and pulled out her chair. "Umm," She cleared her throat. "I- I need you to do something for me."

"Yeah, anything."

"I need to see the video."

The barrel video?"

"Yeah. You've seen it; half the lawyers in this building have seen it, and I haven't."

Chris took a deep breath. "Lucy, it's… It's incredibly hard to watch."

"I need to see it." She said with a more demanding tone.

Chris nodded his head and turned toward his briefcase. Pulling out his laptop, he opened it up and clicked the mouse several times before placing it in front of Lucy.

"Should I stay or…"

"Mnh-mnh, no. Umm, thank you."

Chris made his way towards the door and opened it, looking back at Lucy before leaving.

Lucy's hand hovered over the mouse momentarily before a knock interrupted her. She quickly moved her hand away from the laptop and looked up to see Tim opening the door. She pulled her eyebrows together, wondering why he was there.

She quickly stood up from her chair. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at work."

"Tamara called and said you were upset, and she wasn't sure why. She was worried about you." He said, a look of concern on his face.

"I'm fine. She shouldn't have called you." A defensive tone laced in her voice.

Tim cocked his head. "Clearly you're not fine. I can see the redness in your eyes. You've been crying. Tell me what's going on." He pleaded as he made his way to Lucy, standing before her.

She looked down at her hands as she fiddled with her fingers. "I-I… Chris started singing the song I sang in the barrel as we took a break. He said it slipped his mind. I-I just hadn't put two and two together that he and probably every lawyer here has seen the video."

"Excuse me?" Tim questioned with disgust in his voice.

"He apologized already. Don't go all Tim on him."

"I should give that prick a piece of my mind. How do you let something like that slip your mind?"

Lucy could feel the anger radiating from Tim's body. She sat down in the chair facing the laptop as he paced the room momentarily, trying to keep from walking out the door and causing a scene.

After a moment of calming himself down, he looked over at Lucy. "What are you doing?"

"I need to watch the video."

"Video of what?"

"Of me in the barrel." She whispered.

Tim made his way over to the chair next to her. He spun her chair to face him. "Are you sure you want to do that?" He asked, grabbing her hands.

Lucy looked into his eyes, so he knew she was serious. "Yeah, I am."

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Will you?"

A small smile formed on Tim's face. "Of course I will."

Lucy took a deep breath and turned back to face the laptop, her hand hovering over the mouse. She looked at Tim, who nodded, letting her know he was ready. With one more deep breath, Lucy played the video.

It started playing, and the sound of her fist slamming against the barrel startled her. Tim quickly placed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it to let her know she was safe. Lucy couldn't sit still. Her hand lightly scratched her forehead, kept moving her hair out of her face, and finally, her finger rested on her top lip, rubbing it back and forth. As she closes her eyes, the video continues to play in the background. She bounces her leg, her anxiety becoming heavier as the video plays. A single tear slips down her cheek. Tim looks over at her, bringing his hand up to wipe her tear away. This makes her break down into a full-on sob. He quickly wraps her into his embrace, rocking her back and forth and whispering that she's safe and he's here. He's doing anything and everything to get her to calm down. His heart breaks for her, hating that she put herself through this, but he also knows she had her reasons and won't ever question why.

Long after the video ends, Lucy finally calms down enough to pull back from Tim's embrace. She stares at her feet while he looks directly at her, waiting for her to speak.

"Thank you." She finally croaks.

Tim placed his hand under her chin, lifting her head to look at him. Her red and puffy eyes finally met his. "I am always going to be here for you. No matter what."

"I know," Lucy replied with a small smile. "Umm, I don't want to testify anymore. I don't want to keep reliving that day over and over again. I want to leave it where it belongs, in the past."

Tim nodded, shut the laptop, and grabbed Lucy's hand. "Then you don't have to testify. No one is going to think less of you. Now, come on, let's get out of here."

They made their way to the door, Tim opening it to let Lucy out first. Tamara turned around at the sound of the door opening, happy to see Tim bringing out a happier-looking Lucy.

"Everything okay?" Tamara asked.

"Yeah, it will be," she said with a smile. She turned to look at Chris. "I've decided I don't want to testify."

"Understandable." He nodded.

"I've been trying to prove how strong I am, but… I survived that. I don't have anything to prove." Tamara walked over to Lucy's side and hugged her.

"You don't have to explain yourself. We have enough evidence to convict her without you. I promise."

With that, Lucy, Tamara, and Tim walked toward the elevator and left. Leaving everything behind and never looking back at this day again.

[instexcamera]

Mayoi Milk

Mayoi Ayase x GN!reader

Warnings: You literally drink milk from Mayois tits and theres nipple play

Authors note: wowzers, I resurrected from my brunt out death to write lactating Mayoi! Can't wait to disappear again until May (hopefully not) or something. Also this is so shitty because I wrote it hella tired and wanting to finish it because I've been working on it for 2 weeks so the endings rushed. I was in a funk and the request I was writing I just wasn't fucking with so I started this and then, the studying hit so I had to rush it to finish. Anyways I still have requests, they have not been forgotten I'm just hella tired and busy rn with no motivation they will be done. Eventually.

Word count: 2k

18+ after this point

"Are you sure it'll work? Even if it does, why would you want to? My milk isn't even good! It'll taste all disgusting and you'll hate it! I know you will, you'll end up spitting it out and thinking I'm such a tainted being that it's affecting the flavor!" Mayoi frantically says all this as you slide yourself onto his lap. You hated hearing him talk about himself like this, especially since this had been your idea. He took your silence as an agreement to his words and he hurriedly covered his face with his hands as his body started to shake a little. You sigh as you watch him, he always lets his anxieties win over the more rational part of him but you loved him all the same. Enveloping him in your arms, holding his trembling frame close. The position was a little uncomfortable with your knees digging harshly into the soft mattress below you but calming Mayoi was a priority.

Resting your chin on his head as you close your eyes, the faint scent of the grape shampoo he uses invading your senses. Bringing one hand up to card through his silky purple hair. Your other hand rubs his back in soothing circles trying your best to calm him. It seems to work as you can feel him relax in your hold his shaking slowly coming to a stop. Another moment like that with him and you speak. "It's fine if it doesn't work, your body's not meant to do this. And I don't care about the taste, all that matters is that it's from you, something you made specifically for me right? I'll enjoy it either way." Mayoi doesn't respond right away but eventually you can feel him pushing against your chest wanting free of your embrace.

His face is flushed a light red which spreads down his neck and to his chest however his shirt prevents your eyes from roaming too far. Mayois' face still looks a tad embarrassed but he has a relieved glint in his sky blue eyes. "Maybe you're right. You won't get upset when you learn it has a disgusting flavor? Something from an impure being like myself isn't going to taste good." You sigh before once again responding with nos and you won't get upset if it tastes horrible. The uncomfortable sensation of your legs going numb from your position makes itself known when you shift. Along with it you could feel something poking into your inner thigh. Moving ever so slightly to position yourself right above it, grinding down and studying Mayois reaction.

His face turns a darker shade of red as his eyes close, a high pitched whine leaving him. Stopping as soon as you had started, feeling Mayoi unconsciously buck his hips up to chase the friction. Unfortunately for him you were already shifting into a different position. Using his shoulders as leverage you maneuver your legs from the cramped position they were in to outstretched, almost hanging off the side of the bed. This new position had you lower than before, level right where you wanted, directly in front of Mayois chest. A high pitched eek comes from above you as Mayois body jolts under you. When you look up he had his signature anxious expression on but it was quickly turning into one of anticipation.

He looked so beautiful to you, the dim light of the room illuminating his face perfectly. When you make no move to look away Mayoi nervously fidgets with his fingers, twisting them until it seems they might break. "Sor-Sorry. Why are you just staring at me like th-that? Did I do something? Did you realize how disgusting I am!" Realizing your mistake you take his hands in yours wanting to stop his movements before he accidentally hurts himself. "No, I was just admiring how pretty you are. Can I not do that? I can't wait to see how much more beautiful you look when you're in my mouth." He doesn't say anything. Eyes darting away to look somewhere in the distance, his body relaxing under you. When you're sure he won't go back to fidgeting with his fingers you let them go, watching as they fall onto the bed sheets with a muted thud.

When you can tell he's completely relaxed you slide your hands to the second button on his shirt. He always kept the first one, which was directly under his chin, unbuttoned. It was always a tease whenever you saw him. You could always catch a glimpse of the pale, smooth skin but nothing more. Always wanting to bite and kiss into it, leaving marks for anyone to see and know Mayoi was claimed. However today wasn't for that, reluctantly watching as more of his flushed skin is revealed when the button pops open. Moving down to the one under it, fumbling with it a bit as your excitement to finally taste Mayoi grows. The button keeps slipping in your grasp, not wanting to go through the small hole keeping it connected to the other side of his shirt. The more you fumble with it the higher your annoyance gets and in a second Mayois pushed your hand away, undoing it himself. He opens it easily and when you chance a glance up at him his eyes are concentrated on his shirt. He doesn't stop with just that one, he goes ahead and undoes all of them for you.

When all of the buttons had successfully been undone his shirt fell open, the white fabric framing his chest perfectly. Whenever he bared himself like this you always took a moment to admire him hoping it would help with his self-esteem but also so you could just freely appreciate how pretty he is. Finally able to see just how far the red flush traveled down his torso, stopping just before his stomach. His ribs are slightly visible as his chest rises and falls rapidly as he breathes. His nipples are small and pink looking the same as they always do, neither of them swollen or dripping milk like you wanted. That would soon be changed though as you place a hand on his stomach, giggling at the way he twitches under your touch. When you press down you could feel the hard tone of his muscles, he may not show it but being an idol he's developed some which always surprised you when you felt them. Small whines leave him at the sensation, Mayoi was always sensitive just like today, maybe even more so due to the hormones he had taken.

His body warms as you slowly slide your hands up the sensitive skin. When your fingers catch on his nipples Mayoi yelps. His hands hurriedly covering his mouth, face a dark red. "Oh? Does this feel better than normal? Usually your reactions aren't this intense?" He nods and doesn't chance a verbal response, too afraid he'd make an embarrassing noise like he hasn't already in the past. Stopping your hands completely, resting them right above his nipples and he looks down at you with glistening eyes. "Why-why'd you stop? I-" He had lowered his hands so he could get the words out and you grab onto them, pulling them back down to rest behind him on the bed. Mayoi lets out a high pitched squeal but doesn't attempt to put his hands back.

"Good boy." The praise escapes unconsciously. He groans and his hard-on once again makes itself known as it twitches in its confines under you. Your hands move back to his nipples, squeezing and massaging the small nubs, attempting to make them swell. "You liked that? Being told you're a good boy? The way your pathetic body is acting I think you did. So why don't you continue being a good boy for me and let out all your delicious milk?" Mayois' only response is a nod of his head as his eyes fall close, relishing in your praises and the sensation of your hands on his chest.

Fingers massaging and pulling on his nipples. This goes on a for a while until they're puffed up and bright red. Frustration and annoyance starts to worm itself into your head, nothing was happening, his chest was staying the same and milk wasn't starting to slowly come out. Mayoi hadn't even made a remark the whole time you've been toying with him, only groaning and sometimes watching you with lidded eyes. Your annoyance was starting to get the better of you as you pinch a little bit too hard on his already swollen nub, feeling him jolt and let out a relatively loud whine.

"I'm sorry love. Did that hurt? Just a little more and I know it'll start coming out." Truthfully you didn't actually know but you didn't want to give up on him. You thought his flush chest looked a little bit bigger but that could just be from your ministrations. Cupping your hands to the best of your ability, rubbing onto both of his nipples and gently applying pressure is when Mayoi finally says something. "May-maybe we should just stop, I-I don't think I'll produce an-anything. I'm too hrk-" He cuts off, eyes squeezing shut at another harsh squeeze to his swollen nipples. This time however, is different. Something warm and milky white dribbles onto your fingers, the liquid dripping down slowly.

Pinching the small nub again, watching as more flows out silently. Mayoi had even stopped squirming under you. In a second you latched your lips onto him letting the fluid freely flow into your mouth. The taste wasn't what you expected. It was a creamy sort of texture, thick on your tongue. The flavor is a sweet vanilla, of course a pretty boy like Mayoi would have a taste befitting of him. When you don't pull off Mayois body seems to release all the unknown tension he had seemed to hold. Eyes closing as one of your hands sneaks up to his back, rubbing small circles on it as you continue sucking at his chest. Rolling it between your lips in an attempt to have more squirt out. Other hand pulling at his other nipple still, feeling the liquid roll down your hand and arm. You wanted to get all you could out of this one before moving on to the other.

The more you continue licking and sucking on him the more he starts to squirm. When your teeth accidentally graze against the sensitive nub his back arches, successfully forcing his chest farther into your face. He was making small whimpers and moans every few seconds. The longer you go on the louder he gets, eventually settling on wrapping his hands around your body, pressing you further into him. Whenever the milk comes to a stop you open your eyes just the smallest bit. The view of Mayoi above you is absolutely beautiful, purple hair tickling your face as his eyes are scrunched shut, body bent over in an attempt to press himself closer to you.

The milk had come to a stop, you had managed to drink all he had to offer. From the excessive amount of liquid running down your lower hand, and how the liquid was slowly stopping you figured he his body had given all it could. Dropping your hand away, slowly pulling yourself from out of his hold as you sit up. When he feels what's happening he sits up, face still that deep red at what had occurred as he watches you lift up your milk covered hand and lick off all the dripping excess. You could only guess how you looked to him, milk coating your lips and running down your chin, licking it off your hand.

"Wa-was it good." Mayoi nervously starts to fiddle with his braid, avoiding your eyes. Even after all that he was still anxious about the taste. "It was lovely. Thank you for the excellent meal Mayoi."

[skaruresonic]

The idw discourse is so bad, I feel caught in the middle because each time I express how bad the storytelling is, in a new issue or how off model the characters are drawn, idw fans gang up on me. But on the other hand I don't want to be associated with the people who think think it's funny to tweet how Flynn should die or make weird assumptions about Stanley being a bad person ? Like that's weird and cruel. Hate their work not them as people.

I just decided to pretend the comic doesn't exist and it helps lol.

I'm sorry that happened to you. Idk if anyone else will tell you that, but I will, because I know how much it sucks.

One time, I saw a guy on Twitter blame us for his inability to criticize the book in what he believed was a much more "balanced" manner without getting harassed by people.

Digest that for a moment. It's our fault for other people's reaction to us. And instead of rubbing his brain cells together for a moment and questioning the reasons why this knee-jerk reaction occurs, or even reflecting on the fact that it occurs at all and perhaps realizing that the call is coming from inside the house, he fell back on old biases and decided it was the haters who were wrong.

The mental gymnastics on display here are unreal.

In this case, I think people are stumbling into the usual fallacious trap of assuming both sides carry equal weight, and thus believe that defaulting to a position of "neutrality" makes them morally superior somehow.

That's kind of what I hate about this fandom - the utter superciliousness. The rotten shit we as a fandom get up to (and no, being a little snarky in a reblog does not count as harassment) while proclaiming love and light uwu. Be nice to everyone, except those freaks over there.

"Neutrality" is in scare quotes here because it's not true neutrality, but a way of posturing to the in-group that you're not Like Us. As demonstrated by my Twitter-user anecdote, people around here don't want to say anything hater-flavored because it risks intense ostracization. That's why you have people jumping down your throat for presenting even mild criticisms. It'd be pathetic if it weren't so annoying.

I'm not talking about people who let well enough alone. I'm talking about centrists who sneer "both sides are bad," as if by distancing themselves from the situation in a smug manner, they're declaring themselves more enlightened than the rest of us.

Honestly, the other side should be just as insulted, but they're not, because this attitude only helps them in the long run.

In reality, this is more like the fishhook situation centrists have with antis vs. proshippers. Saying "this whole thing is stupid" really only benefits antis because they now have grounds to reply, "Yes, this IS stupid, don't you think proshippers are crazy for being upset at something so trivial?" while conveniently omitting the part where antis routinely send proshippers death threats and other heinous material.

Look at it from this angle: the most concrete harm I have seen their side say they've suffered is a deep discomfort and estrangement from the book. Which, yeah. That sucks. But it's also kinda on you to just click away if it makes you uncomfortable.

On the other hand, I have had legitimate crying fits because of horrible messages I received and have told people multiple times about the anon who mocked my recently-deceased mom. Which, unlike clicking away from a blog, I had no choice but to see sometimes because I was still naive enough to believe people would behave themselves in my inbox. In fact, a mutual were recently discussing our anxieties over retaliation should IDW be cancelled. There's stuff about this that you just don't want to think about because dwelling on it will freak you out.

"Both sides are bad" stings, especially in light of knowing the measures I have taken to walk on eggshells and draw proper boundaries. I literally cannot know if someone in this fandom will consider my explanations harassment and dogpiling, so I try not to reblog with commentary. On the reblogging site.

Reflect on how fucked-up that is, to feel uncomfortable adding a tag to someone's fanart because you're worried they might realize you're One of Them(tm) and shun you on that basis alone.

I won't sit here and say I've always been perfect in my conduct, but at the same time, it's just the infuriating experience of double standards all the way down. Somehow it never occurs to them that if I held them to the same standard they hold me, I could call them all out on intellectual dishonesty for refusing to engage with any of our points no matter how calmly or clearly stated because "lol ur just a hater," and tar them with the same brush as those who sent me death threats.

But ofc, things don't work out like that in the calculus of Le Sonic Discourse. It's just a rotten experience to the core.

[bengiyo]

Theory of Love Rewatch Ep 10 Stray Thoughts

Last time, Khai began his long recovery from his motorcycle crash. Charlie is destroyed and in the shop, and Khai has severe injuries. He refused Third's help because he's as embarrassed at first and his wounds weren't healing. Eventually, Third needed to step in and help him. The gangstas also broke into Third's messages to see how close he was with Un, which was not cool. Meanwhile, Two is sorta dating Lynn even if he's also jealous of Un hanging out with other people or being interested in Third. Bone is trying to be brave about his crush on Paan. We left at Khai punching Un out at a party and confessing his feelings for Third, and I know they better apologize to Un or I'm gonna need to see another ass whooping.

These dudes always start beef with Un. He has had any number of reasons to be rude to them and instead he helps them, tutors, them, drives them to hospitals, and provides opportunities for them. Now he's being punched out at a party and being yelled at because he kissed a girl while Khai is jealous. Like, we can talk about how Khai's reputation as a womanizer informed how people treated him, but GODDAMN why do they treat Un like this??

I'm feeling especially salty about Khai wailing on Un because of the discourse this year about male anger.

No one apologized to Un or asked if he was okay before the credits? We just applaud Khai saying how he feels about Third and disperse? I'm gonna need all y'all to line up so I can whip all y'all asses.

Ep.10 Begin Again

Un is better than me. I would not be this chill.

"I don't want to hurt anymore." I'm back on my Third bullshit!! Do not let your guard down, Third! You know this man plays games!

Khai is giving "But I'm here now" energy that is personally upsetting for me. It's not his fault he didn't know that Third was carrying a flame for him for years, but he is responsible for how callously he treated Third. He's used to playing up his neediness and Third responding to it, but that era is over.

Why is he so mean? Look, y'all, Third has always been a little mean. He's mean to girls who hit on him, and he's kinda mean to y'all for always being annoyed when y'all go out.

It's notable how not-cute Third is most of the time. He's extremely prickly and doesn't say thanks that much to people he's close to.

I tell you. The rituals around peeling shrimp was one of the first things I picked up on as specific to Thai courtship gestures.

I don't mind them using the group chat as a distancing mechanism to tease and encourage their homies. Seeing it written down and being able to look back at it later can be encouraging.

That's right, Third. Don't give it up after one date.

I feel like we were unnecessarily harsh about this kiss in 2019. I think this is actually pretty good.

I really am such a sucker for long-term pining.

Lynn doesn't deserve this!

Sending a messenger with files is also real. A lot of folks don't have the data structure to handle large transfers.

Oh ho. A little lie. That's how it starts. Khai wasn't wrong for giving this girl a lift after possibly bumping her with his bike, nor was he wrong when she flirted with him and he sent her on the way. Still, he knows now that Third resented all the girls and he's always avoided confrontation.

I recognize the song she's singing, but I can't place it.

🎶 Hey, Jealousy. Hey, Jealousy. 🎶

Seems like Paan is maybe not that excited about this wedding and knows ole boy is cheating.

Oh don't go into a kiss as you're crying, Paan.

Oh lord it's one of these ads.

Drama next episode!

I'm a bit out of step with the Un, Two, and Lynn plotline. I hope I have interesting commentary for them about long term pining when it completes. Bone and Paan have some flavor, but I get squicked out when teachers get down with their students. I like the way they used Ching Ching this episode with Third's jealousy because he's got so many reasons to be leery of Khai even if Khai is trying to change. Looking forward to that blow up.

As always, this rewatch is sponsored by @lurkingshan, with support from @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm. Tagging @twig-tea by request.