#i dont want to see him again but its impossible to avoid him

[evie-sturns]

Never have I ever - matt sturniolo

summary: an innocent game of never have i ever with your bestfriend matt, turns into you finding out his biggest secret, hes still a virgin. you have to teach him a thing or two.

contains: smut, virginity loss, clueless!matt, inexperienced!matt x experienced!reader, fluff, making out, bestfriend!matt.

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"okay- never have i everr... pissed the bed above the age of 16." i laugh, staring at matt who has a grin on his face.

"i am GLAD to say i have not." matt smiles, wiping his face.

"whatt!! i have!" i exclaim,

matt and i burst out laughing, him pushing me over on the bed. i fall on my back, still uncontrollably laughing.

i sit back up on the matress,

"your turn now!" i say,

matt pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, they slip down everytime he speaks.

"i dont have one!" matt instantly snaps back, shutting down my suggestion.

"okay ill go again." i grin cheekily.

"never have i everrr cried after sex." i speak,

matt visibly tenses, his smile faltering.

"oh- um- i dont know-" matt laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

matt adjusts his glasses again, something he seems to do when he’s nervous.

"come onn, you can tell me!" i push,

matts eyes are going everywhere but mine, his cheeks flushed and his hands fidgety.

"im- like.. what- what do you mean." matt stammers,

"are you okay? you dont have to say." i say softly,

"no its fine- it doesnt- just shut up.” he mumbles,

“if you have it’s fine!!” i giggle

“i’ve never like- done anything so…” matt says quietly, an awkward chuckle escaping his lips.

“what?”

matt avoids eye contact, “it’s not a big deal,”

i nod, “no yeah- i know it’s not a big deal i just was convinced you’ve done a lot.”

matt shakes his head, “no.”

i grab his hand, “you know you can tell me stuff like that, right?”

he nods, “it’s just embarrassing..”

i shake my head, “no it’s not, i would never judge you.”

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. his cheeks are deep red and his head is tilted down and his gaze is fixed on his lap.

matt’s never really talked about his sex life, he’s always been a reserved person ever since i met him, now i can see why.

“i’ve never even made out with a girl, like i’ve kissed and shit but never made out, isn’t that so embarrassing?” matt starts to open up

“you’ve never even made out?” i repeat, my eyes widening.

“see- that reaction is why i don’t tell people.” matt groans, flopping back on the pillows as he throws his face into his hands.

“no- no it’s not a bad thing!” i state,

matt’s nods silently,

i stare down at him as he looks up at me,

suddenly he speaks.

“would you teach me stuff if i asked.” he blurts out

“pardon?” i say, not convinced that i heard him correctly.

“like how to have sex and stuff, if not that’s okay and we’ll forget this whole thing ever happened- i just trust you a lot and i feel like it would just be a friendly thing.” matt speaks fast, stumbling over his words

“you actually want me to..?”

matt nods shyly, his cheeks now a deep red.

“it won’t matter afterwards- it’s just purely so you’re not a virgin anymore?” i clarify,

matt nods again, “yes- no strings attatched..”

i take a deep breath, “you’re sure?”

matt speaks, “i am, i’m sorry-“

i furrow my eyebrows, “don’t be sorry, i’m glad you trust me.”

matt nods again.

i grab his chin, “just follow my lead baby.”

matt’s eyes widen, a small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.

i press my lips to his softly, a small gasp escaping his mouth.

our lips slot together perfectly, my nose brushed against his as i tilt my head to the right.

i run my hands up the back of his neck to the back of his hair, tugging loosely at the strands.

matt’s hands are practically glued by his sides, i grin as i grab his wrists, placing his hands on the curve of my waist.

i slowly dip my tongue inside his mouth,

although matt said he’d never made out before, it doesn’t seem like it, he’s impossibly good.

matt sits up on his knees, the matress dips beneath his weight.

i scoot closer to him, the wet sounds of our lips smacking together fill the silent room.

i slowly pull away to catch my breath, our panting loud and heavy.

matt has a different look in his eyes, more needy but dominant, he wants more.

he grabs the back of my neck and tugs me closer to him, colliding our lips again.

“you’re good at this.” i mutter against his raw lips, a smile tugging at his mouth.

“no i’m not.” he mumbles, his face inches away from mine.

“you definitely are.” i say softly,

i crawl onto his lap, he grabs my jaw and pulls me back into him.

our tongues fight for dominance, i clearly seem to be winning.

i can tell matt enjoys this, enjoys me being in full control.

i pull away again, “matt- should we start?” i breathe.

he covers his face, “i’m gonna be so clueless.”

“matt that’s okay, i promise, you said that about kissing and you were fucking good.”

matt’s breathes nervously as i shift on his lap,

“no but i barely know anything about this.. like i know the basics but nothing else and-“ he starts,

i press a finger to his lips, “shh.”

“i’m here to teach you, remember?” i say gently, running my hand through his hair.

he nods, “okay- okay.”

i smile at him reassuringly,

i reach for the hem of my shirt, tugging it up over my head.

matt’s eyes are trained on my lacy black bra, his cheeks instantly blushing

“wanna try take this off?” i say, referencing my bra

matt nods frantically, his hands reach up behind my back and fiddle with the clasp.

after a short amount of time he gently unclasps it, letting it fall fowards on his chest.

he sits up straight against the headboard, me still sat on his lap.

matt’s eyes are fixed on my tits, which are right in his face.

he stares shamelessly, “fuck..”

i feel him growing through his sweatpants, his bulge pressing against my clothed cunt.

“you’re hard?” i whisper, reaching for his waistband.

he nods,

i tug down his waistband to his mid thighs,

“im gonna take these off.” i speak,

matt whines softly, “okay- okay.”

i tug down his boxers, his erection springing out.

holy shit.

“not to boost your ego or anything but that’s big matt.” i tell him,

matt lets out a breathless laugh, “stop that..”

“have you ever had a blowjob?” i ask, knowing the answer already.

“no- no! i told you..” he replies, his tone whiny and embarrassed.

i grin, getting off his lap and sitting between his thighs,

i lay between his thighs, propped up on my elbows as his dick is inches away from my face.

i kitten lick his tip, a sharp gasp escaping matt’s mouth.

he bucks his hips up instantly,

“you’re so sensitive.”

matt breathes heavily,

i wrap my lips around his tip, taking the head of his cock in my mouth.

“ohh- oh my god..” matt groans, covering his face with his large hands.

i swirl my tongue around his tip, before taking more of him down my throat.

“fuck- fuck oh god-!” matt whimpers,

i instinctively clench as i hear his whimper, it was so fucking hot.

i look up at him through my eyelashes, his framed glasses sit ontop of his light blue eyes, which are now scrunched shut.

his glasses have always turned me on, it makes him seem more innocent.

matt clutches his bedsheets,

he gasp as i continue to take him down my throat.

i suddenly pull off of him, matt’s eyes opening slowly.

“don’t stop please.” he mumbles, his hands shaking lightly.

“i don’t want you to cum yet, you’ll be all overstimulated if you do.” i tell him,

i crawl back up onto his lap, sitting on his thighs.

matt’s dick rests against his stomach, still fully hard

i tug his shirt off over his head, “you’re sweating.” i laugh.

“how could i not i mean- you’ve just left me fully hard here and-!” matt complains,

i press a finger to his lips, “shh sh.”

he whines, “i want you so bad.”

“you want my pussy?” i ask, playing with the ties of my shorts.

matt nods frantically,

i sit up slightly to tug my shorts off,

matt stares down at me, still sat happily on his upper thighs.

he looks at my black lacy panties, which match the bra i had on.

he shyly reaches down, dragging his cold finger over the fabric of my panties, just lightly grazing my clit.

“please- please.” matt sighs,

i smile, tugging my panties to the side.

matt throws his head back as i’m revealed to him, clearly overwhelmed.

“i can’t- i need you right now.”

i grin, hovering myself above his tip.

“can you- can you be on top, like in charge.” matt asks shyly,

“yeah, of course i can.” i say,

“you ready?” i follow up,

“yes- yes.”

i slowly sink down onto his tip, both of our gasps filling the room.

matt’s dick almost instantly twitches inside of me.

his cheeks go a deep shade of red.

i sink further down on his length, matt arches his back off the bed. a small cry escaping his mouth.

“you- oh my- that feels so good-“ matt babbles,

i fully bottom out on him, sitting comfortably as i try to adjust to his girth.

matt lets out ragged breathes,

he reaches up and grabs my waist, the same thing i taught him to do while we were making out earlier.

i start to slowly drag myself back up his cock, almost pulling out then dropping back down again. i position his hands to my ass.

he sinks his fingers into the plush of my ass as he try’s to contain himself.

“y-you can make noises,” i assure him,

his lips are pursed in a thin straight line, which he instantly stops doing as soon as i tell him not to.

he lets out a well needed moan, his voice cracking.

“you- you usually guide the girl up and down your dick.” i say, still sticking to the ‘teacher’ label that he wanted me to do.

overall, this is just for me to teach him.. right?

matt helps me, pulling me up and down on his length,

“please- please i need to cum.” matt whimpers breathlessly,

“you can hold it.” i say,

i start to pick up the pace, bouncing harder, and faster on him.

his tip kisses my cervix, each vein fills me up so much.

he starts to squirm, his glasses fall off his face onto his chest.

i grab his glasses, without thinking putting them on me.

matt stares at me, instantly letting out a guttural moan at the sight.

“i can’t- please let me cum- please!” matt raises his voice, his voice high pitched and whiny

“i need to! i need to fuck!” matt rambles, his voice breaking as he sinks his fingers further into my sss.

“you- you can cum-“ i tell him,

matt lets out a high pitched whimper as he finishes.

he coats my inside with his release, his abs tensing and his eyes scrunching shut.

i let my head tip back, his glasses shifting up my nose.

i clench around his sensitive cock before orgasming aswell,

“matt!!” i squeal,

i slowly start to come down from the orgasm, gently lifting myself off his dick.

matt lays in the sheets, his body trembling.

i lay foward on his chest, pulling his glasses off of my face and putting them back on his.

he smiles softly, his eyes shut and beads of sweat on his forehead.

he pants heavily into my ear as i lay ontop of him.

a comfortable silence fills the room, accompanied sounds of our heavy breathing.

matt breaks the silence after a second.

“that glasses thing- was so hot.” he sighs, reffering to me riding him with his own glasses on.

i smile, chuckling softly into his shoulder.

matt speaks up again.

“um- i know we said it was a one time thing but.. do you maybe think we could maybe do it again tomorrow.. just so you know- you could teach me more..?”

“i could make that happen.”

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[syxilla]

Ken sato x !reporter reader

oh, how he wishes you saw him as a man and not a boy.

cw for everything below: age difference (its used for the plot), suggestive (depending on who you ask)

thinking about kenji trying to impress reader in his games. the reader who is older, more mature and composed than him. who always comments on his arrogance in their articles or interviews. honestly, you were his harshest critic! it was your nickname amongst your co-workers as well. everyone knew you held hatred for him, and so did he. you frequently commented on his age and how it isn't smart to put so much faith into such a young and ignorant man and call him a living legend. "he isn't mature enough!" you always stated.

he hated that. his age doesn't make him better or worse than anyone else; he was just better because he was ken sato. but that didn't stop him from trying to act older, at least around you. because it was for you.

he's still so desperate to impress you. he'd do cooler moves in games, smile at the camera more in interviews, and, even though it seemed impossible, he became more prideful. but he couldn't help it! feeling your intense gaze on him as he walked onto the field or got into a stance, it was invigorating.

he especially got a rise out of seeing you roll your eyes, slumping back in your seat, crossing one leg over the other once you realized there was nothing for you to comment on his performance. it was perfect. so perfect that it would (sometimes, if he was lucky) get a small, ever so slight, smile from your lips. even better if he saw you nod your head in approval. so after one of (arguably) his best perfomances yet, one he spent weeks practicing just for his pretty little critic, he walks up to you, ready to soak in all the praise he believed he deserved.

"so... how was that y/n?" he teased, slamming himself into your personal space. it's his favorite place! if you thought it belonged to you, it was also his. "leave me alone, sato." you grumble, not wanting to admit your defeat to him. "it was good, wasn't it? right? righttt?" you push him away and begin walking away, eyes looking straight forward to avoid his gaze.

"oh c'mon, am i really that bad you can't even compliment me?" he pouted playfully, poking your oh so soft cheek, giving it a slight pinch. "fine, sato! you're a good player. you impressed me today, enough for me to even say im... proud of you." if you were to sneeze each time kenji's heart began to race, it'd look like you're having a seizure because of how fast it was.

"then why dont you show me how proud you are of me," this made you halt, snapping your head towards him. "how?" you asked, eyes focused on his lips that quirked up into a grin. "take me out to dinner. tommorow night. let me pick, and i'll consider the debt you owe me paid off." he smiled, taking a step back, allowing you to breathe again. when did you stop? "i'm not indebted to you anyway?" you retort, pushing him back even more to feel like you had the upper hand here. "yes, you are! all the times you've doubted my abilities! am i not worthy of getting an apology? a gift?" he said dramatically, placing his hand on his chest.

you sputter nothing in disbelief, until something clocks inside of your little brain. "are you asking me on a date, sato?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, a shit eating grin on your face. he leans down to your level, which is when you register how much taller he was than you, and tilts his head to the side. "and if i am?" kenji's voice goes quieter. "you're not my type." you mock, mimicking his tone. "i like them older." to this, he laughs. "you like grandpa's y/n? you like them near their deathbed?" he joked, trying (and failing) to hide his laughter. "yeah, atleast they're gentlemen, unlike you."

"i may not be the most gentlemanly person on earth, but i am a gentle man in everything else."

oh! oh. now you were entering dangerous territory. not for him, for you. it was so clear what he was setting up as a trap, and yet, despite all the warning signs there was, opened your plump little lips and asked with the purest face ever (even though your thoughts were the complete opposite) "how can i know if youre lying or not?"

and kenji, oh the annoying ken sato who you would never admit admired, not even on your deathbed, stepped closer to you, leaned down near your ear, and said in the loudest voice, loud enough so that you cant mishear him, and quiet enough that no one else can, says

"why dont i show you?"

if your composure was a ship, it would be near the ocean floor, the reason for sinkage; ken sato. right when your last functioning braincell is able to deliver a quip before total failure, someone calls kenji over. "you have a interview remember?" it yelled. "coming!" he smiled sweetly, kissing your cheek ever so softly.

the immature baseball player might not be as immature as you thought...

(thanks for the support on the last one, so i thought i'd write another one because im desperate for this man, like he's desperate for the reader, lowk. also i didnt fully proofread itmso sorry if skme names r missing colors and whatnot)

[munivrse]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Too close

closeted bada, bf-to-ex howl, secret gf y/n.

c/w: angst. angry howl, homophobia, minor and very, very minor physical harm done to bada. closeted bada, out and proud reader. its alooooot of angst. some comfort at the end though so don't worry!

a/n: the characters depicted are not related nor based off of their personalities in real life. this is purely fiction. also shout out to @wrosie-writes. they wanted to see anti howl fic. they ask, they shall receive. enjoy!

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"are you okay?"

bada hears howl, but she's more concerned with the contents on her phone than she is with him.

"i'm fine." bada tries to make it sound as believable as possible.

“i don’t get you.” howl glares at her, eyes boring into the back of her head.

“...what are you talking about?”

“you and y/n. you’re just really close with her. you confide in her, you trust her. it kind of pisses me off if i’m being honest.”

bada moves her focus from the tv to howl who stands behind the couch she sits on. she looks at him incredulously. why is he bringing this up now?

“what prompted this?”

“you. i know you’re texting her right now.”

bada challenges him, “and if i am?”

howl rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. he was so fucking fed up with you. every chance you got, you were with howl and bada. howl felt like you were intruding all the time, meanwhile, bada told you to not be a stranger. he was angry.

“i want you to stop talking to her.”

bada fully turns around and blinks up at him, “what?”

howl’s eyes narrow, “you heard me. stop talking to her.”

bada shakes her head, “i shouldn’t have to choose. don’t make me choose.”

howl stands firm and bada almost caves. a part of her loves howl. another part of her loves you, deeply.

bada stands up and tries to walk around him. what the fuck was she supposed to do? why was he putting her in this impossible position?

“lets go to bed and talk about this in the morning. please.”

bada continues walking towards their shared bedroom but howl stops her. he grabs hold of her wrist and pulls, “don’t walk away from me. you’re avoiding this.”

she wrenches her hand out of his grip and rubs at her wrist. he’d never done that before and it hurt. it hurt.

“i just don’t want to talk about it right now.”

howl frowns and tries to grab at her again but bada dodges his advancement toward her. she shifts to the other side of the island in their kitchen.

“i dont like this.”

she felt scared. small.

howl raises his voice, “you know what i don’t like? watching my girlfriend be mentally intimate with another person. you’re not even fucking her, you just care too much about her. you pour yourself into her instead of me. god, bada, we havent had sex in weeks! you barely let me hold your hand. Is it y/n? is she forcing you to do something you don’t want to do?”

bada’s jaw drops momentarily. but her shock is replaced with anger and frustration. distress and confusion. “what did you mean by that last part?” she leans forward and places her hands on the surface in front of her.

“you heard me. i know y/n likes women. is she coming on to you? you know i don’t like that and i can make her stop if you want me to. just say the words.”

bada shakes her head, confusion still drawn on her face, “you can make her stop? how? and what do you think it is that she could possibly be doing? what’s so wrong with her liking women?”

howl puts his head in his hands. he couldn’t believe how dense bada was acting. it’s like she didnt understand that-

“i don’t like that about her. you know that doesn’t sit right with me. i can take care of it. of her.”

fear pools in the bottom of bada’s stomach. she gets nauseous and thinks carefully about her next words as they mean alot for your own personal safety. she did not want to compromise that. she… she did not want to compromise herself either. she tries to act passive and pulls out her phone. she sends you a quick “sos” and sets her phone on the counter.

“you don’t need to take care of anything. stop worrying about it. about me. about her. everything is fine. i’m tired baby, can we please just let this go for the night?”

she glances down as she sees the texts coming in from you.

are you okay?

please answer me.

are you at howls?

its late, i need to know if you’re safe

i see your location, i’m on the way

*y/n has shared their location with you*

i’ll be there in 10 minutes. if it’s howl messing with you again, i swear to god i’ll take that fucker out tonight.

howl rounds the corner of the island and takes steady strides to bada and she stumbles back, praying that you show up sooner rather than later.

“you don’t see how she’s fucking with your head? she doesn’t love you like i do, bada.” howl reaches a hand up to bada’s face.

bada shakes in fear, its creeping up her spine and she can feel his breath on her face. he’s too close.

he’s too brave.

bada takes his hand in hers and places it back down by his side,

“you don’t love me howl. I’m something for you to show off like a trophy to your friends. I have no real meaning to you. you dress me up and make me out to be whoever you want me to be, but i’m not her. I’m not the girl you want me to be so desperately.”

bada straightens up for the first time in a couple months and she laughs as she realizes - her and howl stand at the same height. it makes her chuckle in his face. she advances towards him instead and now, the tables turn. howl looks almost… disturbed? shocked? he’d never seen bada be so… firm. so confident.

“y/n lets me be myself. fully. she accepts every part of me without question. her love is unconditional with no limit. no ceiling. there are no dealbreakers- she just loves me. howl i cant even wear sweatshirts around you without you saying i’m not being feminine enough. i’m not pretty enough. but y/n? it doesn’t matter what the fuck i have on because its me. and she loves me regardless.”

bada’s phone dings again and as she looks down at it, its you.

i’m parked, i’m in the elevator going to your floor now

bada walks around howl to their bedroom, he follows.

“where do you think you’re going?” howl crosses his arms.

bada grabs her emergency bag, only needing a couple items since you already had half of her wardrobe at your apartment. “i’m going out. i’m not sure when i’ll be back.”

she exits the bedroom and makes her way to the door,

“and let me just tell you this, howl. If it came between you and y/n, i will always choose y/n. without question.”

and as if on cue, the doorbell rings. bada swings the door open to reveal you in a pair of sweatpants and one of her sweatshirts draped on your body. bada tries her best to shield howl from your sight and exit as swiftly as she possibly can given the situation, but howl grabs her arm and yanks. you hear bada hiss, and as soon as you lay eyes on howl, you feel rage encompass your entire being. you step into the door and remove his hand from her arm, pulling bada from out of the door frame and behind you.

“how dare you lay your fucking hands on her? are you kidding me?” you take a step forward but bada pulls you back and intertwines her hand with your own, “let’s go y/n. please”

howl’s body is slumped, insecurity swallowing him whole. you can't help but laugh at him. he was such a fucking idiot. you turn around and scan bada for any harm, luckily, she seems fine other than being a little shaken up. you lean up to give her a kiss on her cheek and take one last look at howl. pathetic. you both turn to walk away and howl hopes bada turns around to look at him, show any waver of uncertainty. but she never looks back, she just moves forward. with you.

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your fingers twirl through bada’s hair. she’d changed into comfy clothes once you guys got home and now she’s sprawled out on top of you, head laying on your chest.

“you okay?” your hand pushes the hair out of her face. you feel her nod. she shifts so that her head is resting upright.

“i am now.” she grins up to you, pressing her lips against your own. she really meant it this time.

[kaivenom]

A bad night

Summary: you start feeling a pressure on your chest, suffering from it you begin to walk thru the halls of the submarine until you get to the door of your captain.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Warnings: anxiety, little bit of angst, fluff

A/N: my first imagine in this blog, i'm excited to begin the new journey.

Masterlist

There was again, that heavy feeling on your chest, the feeling that kept you from spleeping at night and made you think bad things. You couldn't be in your room anymore time or madness will take over you. Maybe it was for being in a submarine for a long time, its a new experience, being a pirate wasn't new but being underwater felt definetly different. The walls feel like they are pressuring you, trying to trap you without air, without even knowing, you were in front of the door of your captain.

You two had a good relationship but you are not sure to confirm you were friends. But even with that fears, here you are, at his door. Shyly you knocked on the door and hear from the other side a muttered permission to get in. Law was sitting on his chair, surrounded by papers and books from all forms and sizes. The pressure on your chest decreased and at the same time went bigger from the view of him, its impossible to describe it, even to yourself. He didnt even look up at you while entering the room, to absorbed into his studies, aparently. You dont know if speak or just sit, its like you arent even there, the pressure goes up.

"Why are you here? at this time of the night?" he flipped the pages slowly.

"i dont feel really good," after hearing that, he started to look for some medical devices and got up from the chair to force you to sit on the bed before sitting himself.

"Whats the matter?" his voice sounded worried, starting to check you up.

"It's not physical, it's more..." you pointed at your chest, trying to talk but the knot on your throat makes you want to cry.

"I see," his eyes changed, like sadness or even understanding and put his hand upon yours on the chest, "i know what it feels like, i had that type of feeling from time to time," his body it's really close now, his warmth it's almost burning you but that avoids you from being crushed by the pressure, "since very little, sometimes its reasonable when you know the reason but when it happens without apparent reason, then its the worst possible."

The only thing you feel capable of its to barely breathe and get lost on Law´s tender touch. Time passed by, Law was there all along, pressing his hand to your chest and guiding you to calm your breaths. At some point, the feeling of him close to you was so comforting that you ended up closing up your eyes and sleeping.

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The pillow was cozy, at the smell of breakfast woke you up slowly. When you finally opened your eyes you found a table with some food but the thign that really got you was the weight of something on your hips. Looking at it, you realise it was the tattoed arm of Law, trapping you in bed with him. Carefully you to turn around, trying not to wake him up, looking at his peacefull face. His body shivered and shifted with a grunt, eyes slowly opening to look directly onto your eyes.

"Good morning, better?"

"Yes, thanks for everything, i know you don't like being interrupted, and even more during the night."

"Don't mind it, i don't usually sleep good or sleep at all. In fact, having you here this night made me sleep," you couldn't believe what you here.

"Really?"

"I mean, it's not good to suffer that feeling but i am ... realived that you came to me," it looked that he wasn't able to find the right word to describe his feeling, "i... want to have you here more times, you make my suffering go away."

His arms started wrapping around you hips strongly, your bodies now pressed together under the sheets of the small bed. His eyes pierce directly into your soul with a reliability that expressed his petition.

"I would like that, you make me feel good," your hand went to his cheek.

"You make me too." a small kiss is pressed on your forehead.

[justmeinatree]

I’m Not Ever Going Back

Summary : Part 3 to Step Into The Light … you get your wish.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut

Word Count : 1k

harry groans at your confession, his head tipped back against the couch. as he feels you trying to work his briefs down, he raises his hips, shimmying, his cock finally freed, briefs discarded on the floor.

you bite your lip, your eyes level with his cock, as you’re on your knees, on the ground, between his legs. your hand reaches out, fingertips gliding up and down his shaft. it was so velvety smooth, you were absolutely entranced. 

harry was losing his mind, the featherlight touches were somehow making him impossibly harder, his cock aching almost painfully.

your tongue pokes out, lapping up against his balls, not ready to give him the touches he’s been longing. you were desperate to see what you could do to him. you wanted him to beg, just like he did to you.

you tap his inner thigh, looking up at him through your lashes, “put your foot on the couch.”

harry obliges, not thinking twice, giving himself entirely to you. fuck, he doesn’t remember ever being so horny. spending an entire day being teased and touched, he wasn’t sure how much else he could take.

with harry’s foot now perched on the edge of the couch, his hips right on the edge, you had the most perfect angle to do what you loved most.

your mouth works its way down, from his balls to the soft smooth expanse of his taint, in sucking kisses.

harry’s body trembles as your lips connect with the sensitive spot, a loud moan ripping through his chest, “fuck, that’s so good. do it again.”

so you keep sucking, nipping, licking, anything you can think of to turn him into a withering mess, while completely avoiding his puckering hole. you notice it twitching every time your spit leaks down, harry’s legs shaking, his hands in tight fists against the couch.

you lap up at him, loving the noises you’re pulling out of him. all of the whines, whimpers, breathy pleas for more, more, more.

with time, you let your tongue catch on the rim of his hole, harry’s entire body jolting, hands gripping into your hair tightly, eliciting a groan from you.

“fuck, fuck, i need more. need more, please,” he whines, hips bucking towards your mouth, searching for that feeling again.

you decide to give into him, tongue swirling around his tight ring, muscles spasming uncontrollably. you make sure to get him nice and wet, his moans getting louder and needier.

your tongue pokes out, slipping past his spit drenched hole, licking at his insides. 

harry’s chest is raising rapidly with every deep breath he works into his lungs. his grip into your hair has tightened significantly, stomach muscles twitching with every pass of your tongue over his inner walls.

“christ, poppet, s’so good. fuck,” he groans particularly loudly as your tongue collides with his sweet spot. “m’all yours pretty girl, do what you want with me.”

you hum against him, pulling your mouth away momentarily, replacing it with your thumb, gently massaging his hole. 

harry wines in protest, making a small giggle leave your lips, “dont be greedy. just wanna watch for a minute.”

and so you do. with the angle of your face buried in his ass, you couldn’t take in how beautiful he was while he was falling apart. 

his white tshirt is stuck to his torso, sticky with sweat. his hair is completely disheveled from the thrashing of his head. his arms and legs trembling in ecstasy. his cock was standing tall, angry red, feeling completely neglected. he looked properly fucked out. properly fucked out from just your tongue. you can’t imagine how fucking beautiful he’d look if you were giving him more.

“you’re so pretty, harry,” you whisper, before your brain had time to catch up. and although it was the truth, you weren’t quite sure you wanted him to know that right now.

you watch his reaction to your praise, his entire body rolling up as he bites his lip, “you make me feel so good, poppet.”

you dip down, your mouth working over his now abused rim, one hand reaching out to give some much needed attention to his cock, stroking it in a loose fist.

the whimpery, breathy moan that he let out was probably enough to make you cum again. he was so blissfully pornographic sounding. you weren’t sure why you’d expect any less from him.

you tighten your grip on harry’s prick, your tongue reaching that sensitive spot inside him again. he’s cumming instantly, without any warning, hot ribbons of spunk are shooting out of him, landing on your hand and his stomach.

you work him through it, milking him until not a drop is left inside, harry shuddering a bit from overstimulation, his grip on your hair pulling you away from him.

you work your way up his body, licking up the remnants of his orgasm on the way, cleaning his skin up completely, moaning at the taste of him.

harry watches you in awe, scooping up his cum with your tongue, eating every bit, happily. 

you keep the last bit on your tongue as you reach harry’s mouth, slipping your tongue through his lips, depositing his spunk in his mouth, kissing him hard.

harry groans at his taste, mumbling against your lips, “fuckin dirty girl, aren’t you ?”

you whimper, nodding, biting into his lip as a loud knock can be heard at the door, both of you stopping cold, hearing the voice bellowing through, “if you’re about done harry, it’s time to go.”

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Masterlist

tags : @illyanam1011 @marvelsbitchh @gem1712 @amateurduck @its-murphy-time @rueluvsharry @buckybarnessimpp @lexiecamposv

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VACATION

YANDERE!SCARAMOUCE X DARLING!reader

-you were laying in your own bed, in your own bedroom that you have been grateful for. you would do anything to avoid sleeping with him.

-but ofcourse every good things have a badthing follows it up. he can go in when ever he like it, no locking doors, dont stay in your room all day or your room will be lock for days until he feels like you learn your lesson, dont eat inside, make sure to keep it tidy, and dont make loud noises.

all of the rules,it was worth it for you to follow it.

-today, you sit in the living room, sitting in the chair that was next to a large window. this place is one of your favorite place to distract you from everything around you. even though you can only see trees and body guards, it was better than nothing.

-you were tired of living this life. really. you just want to go outside and be free as a bird, if surely you know its impossible.

-vacation. right! why dont you ask him to take a break?

-smart, but you dont really have the courage to ask him. and what makes you think he will think its a great idea?? he is a busy guy, a guy that cant even trust his workers. and what will happen if he left his job just for a stupid vacation??

-well..i guess theres no vacation for you

dinner

-you sat down infront of scaramouche, the thought of having a vacation still bothers you . should you just suck it up or just ask him??

ermmmm

-“what with the face?” a harsh voice came directly at you, making you almost drop the spoon you are holding.

-“i was t-thinking.., about having a vacation..? you and me..? if you want tho!” you panic and end up stuttering

-a few seconds of silenced “sure. pack your bags after this dinner.”

-you gasp “hah!?” you really, reaLLY , REALLY. didnt expect that he would say so fast

-“you been good lately, no stupid behaviors, useless tantrums, and especially escape attempts. think of this as you reward.” he says while eating a piece of meat that were cooked by his private chef.

-well, this is surely a very good news for you, you can enjoy the outside again and you have feel the winds. this and the rest of you vacation days will be the best moment you will have with him. you hope so.., and you HOPE. he didnt ruin this happy moment for you.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 4 MATCH 8

Zevran propaganda:

“The bisexual elf man”

"what about 'for the chance to be by your side i would storm the dark city itself'?? he can essentially propose!! if you die he canonically never loves again!!"

"literally the sweetest romance ive ever had the chance of doing

everytime i play origins i try to romance someone else but the momebt he starts talking i absolutely melt!!!!!

zevran shouldnt just be boiled down to bisexual elf man

he also is deeply traumatized since he was used for his body since a young child

so the warden and zevrans romance is such a sweet and slow romance ws you slowly help him realize that you dont just see him as his body!!!!

hes the sweetest man on earth and i will die on this hill

i will never love anyone more than this man"

Derek propaganda:

"Impossible to dislike

No, like, literally impossible. OL1 will allow you to be indifferent to it's two other LIs, Cove and Baxter but you actually can't pick that option for Derek. Game decided that You Will Be (at least) Friends With Derek

This boy is so good!!!! He's a sweetheart and has your back in the best way and he's constantly doing his best to make sure the people around him (especially you) are happy

This is also a complex flaw of his because he feels like he needs to be the best that he can be and to be worth something

This both manifests in how he treats others (he's exceedingly well-mannered and does everything for others because he secretly hopes that someday someone will do the same for him) and his career prospects (he takes on excessive practice to get good at football/soccer so that he can potentially get a scholarship and become famous all so he can potenially feel like he's worth something. This is actually a major conflict in his Step 4)

His DLC also has some of the best moments in the game

He also has a family and they're also really good and you get to see a lot of them

His dad is hilarious, his mom is gorgeous and their relationship is very cute

Meanwhile, Derek's brothers are great. I wanna gush about them because I love them but also play Derek's DLC yourself!!! See how good they are for yourself!!!!

I will say that these three have a really good relationship dynamic and the development it takes in the 10 years between when you first meet Jorge and Nico as little kids to Step 4 where they're adults (and a teenager, Nico is 16 in Step 4) is genuinely very well written

If you're into the steamy stuff, Derek also has the best make-out session out of all of the boys

He's also just. Very funny. This boy will invite you to a waterpark and then ask you if its a date so he knows whether or not it's ok to check you out in your swimsuit

Or, if you aren't dating by that point (but you do want to to date him), the narration will note how he's trying so so hard not to check you out, he's just trying so so so hard

Puppy dog face. Look at it. Tell me you can look at that face and not want to smooch him

His confession is also the best, did I mention it's the best? Because it's absolutely the best one in the entire game

He has a whole thing about having to confess to you on a ferris wheel and he's so committed to it that he actually avoided ferris wheels for a long time before this confession because he promised himself he'd do it the next time he went on one

And then he went on one...and he literally doesn't confess when he does it because he lost track of time and he had to get off

so he asks you to go on the ferris wheel with him again so he can actually confess this time

Just. Just vote for him!!!!"

[termagax]

i dont think hogs self aware enough about his own issues either but i do think hes more on the level vis a vis "what makes this guy worth it". theyre funny. he owes it to them. hes tried everything to get them to leave and they just come back so hes kind of just stuck with them. theyre hot. theyre fun when they arent acting crazy. theyre kind of fun even when they are acting crazy. they like him a whole lot and the attention is flattering. they hate him a whole lot and that feels pretty good too.

the rest is UNDER A CUT BECAUSE I GOT CRAZYAYYY

on a more honest level i think hes got some sort of self flagellation going on here where he both abandons them and keeps them around because they remind him of the thing hes moping over. theyre like the physical manifestation of a bad choice that ruined the life of someone he cared about and changed everything so drastically forever that its impossible to even pretend to be normal about it. and the same way he does in wasted land he flip flops between "i ruined everything and i deserve nothing better than to mope in the ruins until i die because i BROKE it" and "everything has always been fucked and we were doomed from the start and its better to just bury it and move on and be someone else" hes got an avoidant cycle about it and again theyre a good physical manifestation for that issue that he can take it out on. it helps that neither of them really mind being the others punching bag and both on some level understand that it does make them feel better to rip into each other for a little bit. but from fishs pov it just seems like hes randomly hot and cold on them where one day hes choking you out and telling you you shouldve just laid down and died and the next day hes washing your hair and carrying you to bed and the next hes laughing like nothing ever happened and the next he wont even look at you and so on and so on. and it frustrates them because its all so wishy washy that it doesnt really scratch the itch and they feel like they cant make up their mind on how to feel about him because he cant make up his mind about if he fucking hates them or not and it makes it really hard to be mad at him or to love him or to forget about him. so while hes doing this whole lash out -> remember that you love this person and at some point cared about not hurting them -> freak out about how you cant touch anything without breaking it and you deserve to go rot in a hole forever -> just straight up leave because you dont have any way to resolve that feeling because you are a broken person 😀👍 theyre having their own erratic freakouts because they cant take any one thing for too long without feeling like its going to break so even when things are going okay they provoke him into lashing out again because its easier to hate him when hes treating them like that, yk? like its just easier. you get to hate his guts forever and get your rocks off too. and theyre scared when things are good because a)its only a matter of time before it isnt anymore and THEY want to be the one in control of when things fall apart this time and b)they hate how much they love him because again he just doesnt seem to be able to love them the way thwy want. they want 100% one way or the other and the back and forth up and down drives them CRAZYYYYYY. esp because again he is NOT self aware and he is NOT the kind of guy to talk about his feelings at all so its just this brick wall of a man who doesnt listen to anything you say and sometimes seemingly completely randomly decides that he wants nothing to do with you and you just knoooow hes going to break your stupid heart again and its your fault. so yeah sometimes they sit on top of him with a machete at his throat and wait until he wakes up just to see what he'll do because its EASIERRRRRRRR than being in love with him despite everythiiiing.

[spookfished]

media roundup february

hi everybody :3 i didnt really read a lot in february i was busy 'doing school' and 'looking for employment.' sad! i have spring break coming up so im planning on using that time to read a bunch (and also apply for more jobs -_-) this post and previous can be found on my neocities!

books:

revenant gun by yoon ha lee: the last book in the hexarchate series, starting with ninefox gambit. (slightly edited from my discord review, SPOILERS INCOMING). in machineries of empire, there a disconnect between what the audience craves and what the book is willing to give them-- for example, things like Whats up with the calendar + the hexarchate, why did jedao do all that, etc. this works in the books favor (imo) by increasing tension, creating a sense of discovery, and avoiding clunky exposition.

however in the two sequels it expands not just to what the audience wants but also what they like. care about? some big examples are the weight of the remembrances* and less cheris, but also stuff like jedaos focus. which isnt bad like i like jedao. but like, if you Dont you sure do get a lot of him. also did anyone actually like brezan sorry. hes fine like for example with the end of a memory called empire, when the protag (forgot her name sorry) loses her brain buddy, it feels like a second coming of age almost--her brain buddys been a crutch but now she gets to stand on her own (albeit as a changed person, with brain buddys influence). vs cheris who kinda starts to feel like a cameo character who literally fucks off for nine years??? there is also a sort of ongoing sense of "these sacrifices for the greater good are ok (if sad) and these are not" whihc ngl sometimes feels pretty arbitrary to me. and given that machineries of empire focuses on like the Littlest most downtrodden people it really is wild yhat we dont see a lot of civilian life? anyways i enjoyed it and i think its worth finishing out the trilogy but it wasnt as satisfying as i could have hoped (ALSO NINEFOX GAMBIT IS A REALLY FUN SOLID READ. I LIKED IT A LOT)

*the rememberances are a set of ritualized tortures that create a power structure that literally powers a lot of the empire's technology. this is a very cool concept! a big part of jedao and cheris' rebellion is about making a place that Doesnt have to run on torture. except that like, besides the intellectual knowledge that Torture Is Bad as a reader i didnt really feel that invested in this? like we only get to See a remembrance happening midway thru book 3. im not like advocating for torture porn or anything but it seems weird to have that be the focal thing when neither cheris nor jedao had any scenes where they were affected by it (and so the audience didnt have anything like that either). idk it kinda just stood out to me. like yes i care about these characters but why should i care about This specifically

hexarchate stories by yoon ha lee: an anthology set in the world of machineries of empire, expanding the world and fleshing out some stories. this was pretty solid! theres a wide range of stories and lengths, and i liked the variety :3 its like a little charcuterie board. (yoon ha lee's bias for shuos jedao really stands out here though..) its kinda essential reading to me imo though bc otherwise the ending of revenant gun isnt that satisfying :| lol anyways once again if youve read ninefox gambit check it out! spoilers for the whole series tho

exordia by seth dickinson: hard scifi about agency, impossible choices, and how they shape you. also, international geopolitics! like ninefox gambit, exordia demands your attention and concentration. you kinda have to read it at a time when you have brainpower to spare. however, exordia rewards everything that you put into it :3 i ended up learning so many random facts during this book… like AGL meaning above ground level. i feel like i need to read a book about democratic confederalism now also. a couple of my other friends read this book and got lost in the large cast and intricate web of events--i didnt have as much of an issue but u might need a piece of paper or sth. exordia is a book that's dense enough to feel like three books, and that can be good or bad. seth dickinson has this really spare, concise prose that leaves a lot to your imagination but also like. can sum up a person or situation in just a couple sentences? and that leaves a lot of room for the reader to investigate which i like :3 hm what else to say…. i really liked clayton (clayton!!!!) but i found erik super annoying ymmv. the ending kinda leaves you at a loss which i honestly kinda like? like yeah obv a sequel would be nice but i like it the way it is. anyways not for the faint of heart but id still recommend<3

accidentally engaged by farah heron: f/m romance aww so cute <3 really nice contemporary romance which tosses together a bunch of tropes--arranged romance, fake dating, baking together--into something that actually works really well! the two leads were very charming and i liked reading about the good food. i liked the way the protagonist's almost-stereotypical portrait of a loving but strict south asian family (am i allowed to say this) gets fleshed into a group of honestly kinda bizarre people that love her and that reena can genuinely connect with. yay family! overall, not especially memorable to me personally but still enjoyable. rec if youre into contemporary romance

last breath: the limits of adventure: realistic fiction (?) about what it feels like to drown, die of dehydration, fall from a cliff, etc. lots of research, very thorough! (well sometimes they live and sometimes they dont). an expansion of this absolutely fantastic article about hypothermia. honestly none of the stories quite live up to this one imo but this is still a really solid and exciting read! i couldnt put it down! although it does have a touch of the orientalism that you get from like, a lot of extreme sports circles lol. i would definitely recommend reading the article, and maybe read the book if it especially interests you.

video games:

pokemon legends of arceus: a pokemon game set in the past that breaks the mold by letting you dodge roll. my opinions here coincide pretty closely with the dunkey video, which is that this is a really fun game that is also literally half finished. controls are clunky, story is paper thin, graphics are fucked, overworld is extremely empty but its also just very fun?? it took over my life for like two weeks and i missed class???? anyways i would not get this at full price but if you can borrow it from a friend its super interesting to experience. im looking forward to the kalos one :3

slay the princess: a horror? romance? visual novel about saving the princess, slaying tbe princess, and everything in between featuring the vocal chops of that one magnus archives guy. dudeee this is so fun! i think its very kind to the guy inside of me who is Embarrassingly Anxious about any and all video game choices that can like, affect the narrative. lmfao its fun to fit in a couple runs or two between other things, but i did start losing track of what previous paths id taken after a bit of a gap. however!!! i would definitely think about playing this game if you like visual novels or Narrative or Loops! or girls who kill lol theres a free demo if you want to try it out

movies:

velocipastor: action movie about a priest who turns into a velociraptor to punish the wicked!!!! so fucking cool a lot of love put into this (low budget) movie made me so sad i dont speak cantonese (? at least i think thats what it was) watch this with friends

music:

Gato by nobonoko: really fun 80s synth jazz? album written by two fictional gay furries. no wait come back ok this is one of those things i got recommended by youtube and then actually listened to it a bunch of times its just very soothing and nice :3 ive been listening to jazz pretty much my whole life so i have a huge bias. also im a sucker for fictional bands eg splatoon… also the art is so cute?? those two guys?? its hard to pick a favorite song but i think i like the titular gato! also theres a bunch of other stuff made by the same two artists

option by Crosses: i totally forgot what the genre for this is but its like when metal guys are like i need to have a song for my metal wedding. song recommended by neil -_- anyways very sappy im fond of it nonetheless. i definitely did think it said "can you promise me to the grave"

Roy by Idles: from british rock band idles new album tangk! im going to be honest i did not like this album as much as some of the other ones by idles, but thats ok! hmm when i play this song out loud during crew shifts i feel embarrassed. but i really like seeing how idles' vocalist's voice has evolved over time! the way hes branched out into more melodic and belty stuff over time is very fun. the prechorus + chorus are very fun to sing along to as well :3 its just a fun song

anyways if you read any portion of this thanks as always :3 what else to say.. i made pandesal recently and its been my only successful bread that i can remember. go me! anyways see you guys in a bit

[sunset-bridge]

Hey😎

What is Sergio’s opinion on all the phantom thieves and.. idk what is his favourite food!

hi snowball-maltese ur nooooot gonna believe me but i literally never fucking saw your asks??? LIKE.. theres other asks in my inbox and i remember those but i never saw yours??? WTFF. they spontaneously generated today in between the other old asks im keeping...

tumblr.................. why did you eat these then vomit them back out today : ( sad

HEHEH ANYWAYS hi.. oh my godddd. um. well now im ashamed of answering HJDFJND BUT OK under the cute cut

Sergio favourite food: potato tacos

Sergio opinions on the Phantom thieves:

Mona : He thinks hes cute because he looks like a cute cat and sergio likes cute things and cats. Thinks he is charming. Tries to treat him like any other person despite how adorabubble he is. He starts thinking of him as his big brother naturally later on, he really trusts him and tells him things he doesnt tell anyone else, asks him for advice on his problems and thoughts and yeah really values his opinions.

Ann: He figured she was a Loud girl at first without even talking to her, he doesnt have a neutral opinion on women in general tbh so bad start, but as soon as they became friends and he heard her talk about what happened and how angry and frustrated she was he was like.. woaghhhh. no way.

Sergio has historically never been good at talking/making friends with girls or has had much of an interest in doing so, he mostly avoided them, so idk it seems stupid but he was like... woag. At first Sergio in his mind is like. WELL ANN is cool because SHES NOT LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS nope shes COOL AND REAL unlike the Other GIRLS (sergio turn around) BSDDVJBJFVJ. dont worry he figures it out later.

Anywho he thinks shes awesome and so nice to him and he admires how dedicated she is and how she tries to be upbeat but does worry about her and encourages her to break things if angry. Goes on her shopping trips even if he actually hates shopping because he loves Ann. Is encouraging about the things Ann wants to do but still tells her when theyre a bit silly (like in her social link where she sets impossible things to do hahah). Likes talking about more emotional things with her because he feels embarassed to talk about those things with the Boys (sergio turn around again)

Ryuji: Thought he was a bit strange, annoying at first. Just barging in and making him get involved in weird shit. But like with Ann he starts talking to him and they become buddies because they encourage their silly activities. He feels angry for ryuji and what happened to him; he thinks he should kill everyone in the track team actually/j .

Likes spending time with him, he appreciates that ryuji seems to understand him and likes to have fun with him running and excercising and playing videogames etcc. Bro bonding. They do mischievious activities together.

hes so fun to be around and sergio loves how hes such a kind person despite everything : ). They make stupid jokes together. Ryuji stops sergio from killing people sometimes. See, Sergio is like a Bro Character but hes the leader and also he has poor impulse control and is very angry.

Yusuke: He adores Yusuke he thinks hes so talented and everything he does is literally a masterpiece (hes right)

At first yusuke came off as a bit strange and aloof, but sergio was an instant fan as soon as he saw his work LOL. Yusuke appreciates the support. Sergio really admires and respects yusuke, even when he does “weird” things its like. Well its yusuke so. Yusuke = cool, then thing = cool as well right ??!!! normal

Lets Yusuke hug him even if he doesnt like hugs .

Makoto: Sergio thinks at first shes uptight, too serious, no fun, a snitch. I guess hes not wrong per se but ..

He was sooo mean to her at first when makoto hadnt joined the thieves and was spying them LOL. He did feel very sorry later and begrudgingly apologized along with ann and ryuj.

Nowadays he thinks mako is pretty cool, super smart and super strong. he still thinks she should let loose more, have more fun. He recognizes how hard she had it before joining. She appreciates how cunning she is. He had a playfight with her but sergio fights like a rabid animal and mako actually knows aikido . Im not sure if it continued but their fighting styles and what they look for in a fight are so different it didnt work out too well : ( sad. its ok.

Fuba: Fuba is like Sergios little sis : ). He wasnt sure if they should do something at first when the situation came up but he realized fuba was acting kinda like him before, isolating and being angry and sad etc... felt fucked up to not do something or try to help but he didnt want to be super pushy about it because he knew how he felt and how he didnt appreciate anyone who tried to drag him around even if they had good intentions. But yeah his friends made him realize how they ahd kinda pulled him out of a hole too at the beginning and he figured everyone could use a chance like that..

He really cares for her and tries to spend a lot of time with her, play anything she wants and watch her funny animes etc. He absolutely plays along with every game; he has a lot of fun too hes so silly as well. They bully eachother lovingly hehe. Hes willing to accompany her everywhere but i guess he realizes he wont be there for her forever so tries to gently push her a bit to be more independent.

Sees something about himself in her, although different. He tries to be someone that Younger Sergio would have appreciated in his life.

Haru: Sergio respects her a lot and thinks shes super kind perhaps too much.

He tries acting more serious or polite etc at first with her but haru ofc notices and is like. sergio its ok you can be yourself : ).

He still doesnt really act with her like he does with the others because idk theres this enormous barrier of respect that it seems unprope to act like that with her.. She IS sergios friend he just finds it super hard to be casual with her completely.

They like gardening together and showing eachother their plant children so thats something where they can be ever so slightly more relaxed in. I wonder if haru feels sad that sergio doesnt dare act casual or be himself in front of her like the others : ( He super appreciates whenever haru gifts him something unprompted etc.

Sumi: Sergio doesnt know sumi that well. He just thinks shes a cool , super kind girl whos very talented , polite. He always treated her really nicely. I think he enjoys the tyoe of respect he gets from Sumi even if its embarassing sometimes hahah since he feels she gets a different perspective of him ahah. He starts acting more casual in 3rd sem etc but theres also a barrier of respect here like with haru. Its more like.. welll sumi .. she thinks im cool and responsible i.. must fulfill that...

Goro: Well .. we already know LOL right sunset-bridgers?

He is someone so fucking cool in sergios eyes. He considers him his worthy rival and admires him a lot ; hes just so damn cool, talented, smart , strong.. it kinda feels like he always knows whats he doing and even if he makes a mistake sergio finds it charming.

He used to feel envious and jealous of him for having thigs he didnt and apparently being much more succesful in general. But ofc things happen.. he realizes things werent as simple as they seemed and how goro felt quite similar to him.

He really appreciates how they seem to see things similarly. have a similar world view so they can understand eachother easily and talk soo sososo much. Like.. wow hell yeah this guy gets what im saying yeah finally. guy who can keep up with me in snarky convos. Guy who likes to play the same silly challenges as me. Guy who fights with me and is strong as hell so we are matched. In goro he finds someone who likes him to his core; sees right thru his disguise and is interested in spending time with real Sergio. He takes him seriously. No one takes sergio so seriously or seems to give such weight to his words....

He feels very free with him.

[liquidstar]

Question to the OC keeper, if my universe had a Goddess who ruled and protected women, and especially young girls, would it be alright to include a trans man in her sphere of protection? Not because he is a woman, of course, but because he stands risks of similar types of violence and discrimination. Maybe only when he's a child. Or would that be a bad thing to have regardless of how it's written? I am a cis girl myself, so sorry in advance if any of this is offensive.

dont worry about potentially offending! i think its good that youre making an effort, do not worry :)

see i think that stuff like that could be done well (wonder egg kind of did it! even though it was a very messy show so its hard to tell exactly what the point was...) but i also think that it would be veeeerrry easy to botch, especially if you dont have firsthand experience. and im not saying that its impossible to write for people w different experiences than you, im just saying it requires a lot more conscious effort. but youre being conscious by asking so thats good!

like you said, its tricky because it could imply that the misogyny trans men face via ppl seeing them as women is "binds" them to womanhood so to speak. and personally i think that my knee-jerk reaction to seeing that is skepticism about what the author thinks of trans people. THAT BEING SAID you could also work around this by just... also including a trans WOMAN in her sphere? i honestly would suggest doing that either way, if you want it to be clear that the goddess also stands for trans people.

but in regards to the child part: not every trans person thinks of their gender in the same terms, many people do think "i was a girl then, but now im not" rather than "i was always a man" (and sometimes its a combination of both, its complicated!). but i do think that if handled poorly the former could also translate to "since this character was a girl, then hes on some level still a girl even if he doesnt identify as such anymore" which is dangerous. the issue is that its a very very very common belief that trans men are actually just scared and confused girls who were manipulated or groomed in some way, and that they have to be PROTECTED from this terrible fate in which theyre mutilated and victimized. and since this is a /protection/ circle i think it needs to be made clear exactly what he is being protected from. it cant be just vague misogyny, because many could take it to be the former- that hes some sort of recovering victim of the trans mob forcing him to give up his divine femininity or whatever

it really would be a safer bet to make the trans character a woman, because transmisogyny is such a rampant issue and making it clear that trans women are welcome in women's safe spaces is important. that being said you could also do BOTH, like i said before. or even include cis men impacted by misogyny in other ways too, if you dont wanna make it a women's only club. if its moreso about the type of discrimination than the exact gender of the person experiencing it, i'm sure your oc wouldnt stand for any type of discrimination that hinges on the idea that things considered feminine are lesser. it could be as simple as an ostracized gay guy being treated like he's "unman", or a big cishet man who keeps all his emotions hidden for fear of being seen as weak, or a little boy who gets bullied for crying, or something. these are all just suggestions that i'm spitballing, you dont have to use them (its your story!) but it could help with not making the trans guy feel like hes either an "odd man out" or... like a hes woman. which is what you wanna avoid!

of course, if you wanna keep it generally women-only (and i still suggest including trans women in this) and you wanna depict him as a child pre-transition... i think that could work in a way. again i think its tricky, but it could be the sort of thing where, since he's a kid, he's afraid to leave the comfort of being a girl (all he's ever known so far!) in order to embark on the unknown transition into manhood. there's a lot there that's genuinely so scary. "what if i'm wrong? what if i'm not accepted? what if i lose everyone i love? what if ill always been seen as a woman anyway? how will i be safe?" and you can have it be the sort of thing where the goddess ENCOURAGES him to try anyway, and thats its okay if hes wrong, because the people who have loved and supported him so far wont stop. that he will still be welcomed and protected, not because hes a woman but because hes loved either way. that he wont lose his community over becoming a boy, and she will still watch over him. i think thats what you want to go for, right?

so good luck my friend... let me know if i was helpful or if you need anything else. i hope i was able to at least give some good ideas! and i hope your time with your ocs goes well :)

[lvxybby]

Music Ties (kurt cobain x fem! reader) (pt5) WARNING: talk of sex, talk of drugs,

the door to the apartment opened to reveal kurt. he was wearing his sonic youth shirt and some torn pants. i wore a sweater with some sage green cargo pants. my makeup was done nicely but not my best. just some eye shadow, eyeliner, foundation and concealer, and a hint of bright red lipstick. "sorry im not looking the best right now" kurt spoke rubbing his neck. "its ok, i know you have a lot of things on your hands anyways" i reassured him. he coughed a bit before moving out of the door frame and letting me in. his apartment was nicely clean and smelled fresh. like a spring morning. "hello" i heard dave's soft voice say. "good afternoon dave" i said waving and smiling. kurt shut the door and walked over to me. "uh ok...fuck what do we do first..." he said avoiding eye contact. "um...i dont know...get to learn more about each other maybe..." i said admiring the room. some of his guitars were on stands or on the wall. it was a very clean apartment. but i couldn't stop thinking of kurt. i couldn't stop thinking of his hands wrapped around my waist and pulling me into a deep kiss. but this was serious. it was work. i had to stay focused even if it seemed impossible. "ok that sounds good..." kurt said giving me a small smile. it was perfect. so pretty. i wanted to kiss him so bad. but i couldn't....i knew i couldn't...were just band mates and friends...nothing more....dave went to the kitchen and made him some lunch before going outside. we were alone. anything could happen. absolutely anything. me and kurt just stared at each other before kurt spoke. "uhm...tell me something about you i guess" the situation couldn't be any more awkward. "ok...i smoke weed..." i spoke fidgeting with my hands. "oh thats cool...may i ask why?" kurt spoke lifting his eyebrows. "well i have really bad anxiety and i overthink a lot of situations...or when i cant get something off of my mind...." i said putting my hands in my pockets. kurt may be a nice, calm, understanding guy but i still wanna look my best as if it was a job interview for a huge million dollar company. i want to seem presentable to him even though hes a laid back guy that doesnt give two shits what you do as long as your ok and not in trouble. i want him to notice me and run his hands up and down my body. i want him to strip me nude and fuck me until i pass out. i want him so so bad. but its not a want. its a need. i need him so bad. i need him to touch me. i snapped out of my short trance when he spoke again. "...same..." he said nodding his head to my statement. "i started when i was 13 or 14..." he continued. "15...." i said looking at him. "feeling a bit better after last night?" i asked "hm? oh yeah....thanks you helped out a lot even if it was just fetching my meds...it hurts so bad....and my back is so much worse...im constantly in pain. and my guitar doesn't help...it weighs so much and when i perform for hours my shoulder hurts and i get really sore...like now...." he said rubbing his shoulder. "awe im sorry..." is said looking at his blue eyes. "scoliosis sucks....i would do anything to have good health....absolutely anything" he said putting his arm by his side again. we talked a bit more and what my position was going to be in the band. soon it started to pour down rain and it was really bad. it was extremely loud, dark, and the roads were super slick. i couldn't drive in it at all if i wanted to. it was late at night. around 10:00. it was pitch black. you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face. "holy shit...thats some bad rain..." kurt said as he looked out his window. "i...i cant drive in that...i'll crash..." i said looking at kurt. "you can stay here for the night...i don't want you driving in that either...too dangerous" he said coming back over to me. i sat on the couch in between dave and kurt, they weren't gonna do anything. they're feminist. "well....wanna watch a movie?" dave asked flipping his long brown hair out of his face. "sure" kurt said before looking at me. i nodded my head in agreement. "sounds good"

[ievaxol]

ok so. seike post.

i've -- not struggled, exactly --- but tried to put words to and identify her internal conflict as best i can lately and i think ive landed in something i can sort of verbalize.

the day her village perished, she perished with them. she and her fellow survivors swore an oath that they, too, were buried here and would rely on llymlaen's guidance to bring them back home when time was due.

seike's been raised around death, taught that you face it calm and head held high -- grieving is normal, of course, but death isn't to be feared. its not joyous, either, but somewhere in the peripheral of that. a homecoming. a path to be taken. you dont rush to it and you do try to avoid it but the idea of thwarting death is taboo as it comes.

so from 16 and onward she doesn't really forge deep connections with anyone; she's 'dead' in her own eyes and simply goes where her feet takes her. she fights at cartenau, in gridania, makes herself useful in whatever ways she can. she prays, often but quiet.

her purpose around here is to just, do good. shes strong, and intuitive, and she has been set on the path of using that for others.

and then she meets the scions and in turn alphinaud and alisaie. this is where her certainty of being ready to face death wavers. alphinaud and alisaie are so young and they take to her in a way she never wanted. she begins to think of them as 'hers'. a responsibility and a joy in equal measure.

somewhere along the way she starts brightening up. she sees them as younger sibling-cousins and even further down the road, she sees them as her family in the bonedeep way she hasn't felt since before she was set on the adventurers road.

but with that also comes fear. and shame. because seike starts realizing that she would bend the rules for these two. has she abandoned the teachings she was raised with? or worse, has she forgotten what she was taught?

haurchefant is taken and she feels the acrid taste of death, knowing she would break the world if someone told her it was possible to undo. but it isnt allowed. she's been taught grace and acceptance, so why are those teachings fading now? has she grown weak?

then comes ardbert, and she snatches him from his death once she has a chance. no hesitation, pure instinct, denying him the end he was destined for.

she, too, is spared. and the guilt of it mixed with the heady relief of being granted yet another chance is almost too much -- the old versus the new, the way her childhood feels so impossibly far away, has she forgotten?

seike teaches alphinaud and alisaie her songs, snips of her language. she braids their hair and gives them daggers reserved for her village and in doing so she selfishly ensures that there are survivors of Vaegsala. but is it right?

a lot of rambling but i think i arrived at this, this inner conflict with her. she wants to honor her oaths, her traditions -- but she's also thrust into another world, where the rules can be bent. with people whom she grows to care for in a way she never thought possible again. but is it fair? when is too far? would her goddess deny her now, after she has rejected her path?

so when seike's yet again spared from her 'fate' in endwalker i think thats the culmination of this conflict and thats what post-endwalker would look like for seike.

[bullet-ant]

im going to try to describe in as few words as i possibly can why i think i developed avoidant personality disorder and offer some insight into how it has affected me personally. (i apologize if its constructed messily Lol)

first, i am going to quickly describe a memory and discuss my dad because i think it gives some good backstory to the points im about to describe:

when i was five years old, i had just received some incredibly good news while i was at home with my father who had just got the news too

i was absolutely brimming with so much joy and love and adoration for my dad in that moment that i wanted to tell him i loved him. i knew better than to do so, because he would always withdraw and wretch at me when i did, but i was just so happy and full of love. i thought maybe, since the news was good, he wouldnt wretch at me for saying it this time, so i took the risk and said it. "i love you", saturated with pools and pools of my deepest love and affection for him—it came bursting out of my heart.

he did immediately proceed to wretch at me, right in my face, and the joy and love i felt was instantaneously extinguished. suddenly i no longer cared about the good news. i never said those words to anyone ever again (even to this day as an adult i have not uttered that phrase to anyone since LOL). from this, i internalized my fathers disgust for me—for my identity—as something inherently wrong and gross with me at my core.

this was just one memory of thousands. my dad humiliated and degraded me in millions of other ways my entire childhood—it was chronic—and he let me know everyday that i was unloved.

every time i made the mistake of expressing myself in front of him he would reject me, so i put myself on lockdown and learned not to give anyone anything to humiliate or degrade or reject me with. if i give my dad nothing—if i express no feeling—hell, if i just turn all my feelings off—then i'll never experience the urge to express myself, and therefore will never experience the rejection that i know is imminent.

i perceive everything as though its an attack on my identity because that is all i ever knew. being myself never once yielded me love—it only ever yielded certain rejection and subsequently utter humiliation. in everyone i see daily reminders of who i was to my dad—cringeworthy, disgusting, shameful, humiliating, and most importantly, unlovable.

there was a certain point where i decided that, if that was how everyone was going to see me, it wasnt worth being seen at all. i decided that the only person worthy of knowing me was me. i shut down and split myself into two selves. my "false self"—whose job it is to handle all people-related dealings and guard the "true self"—the version of me that is really me.

when i am acting as the "false self", i am anhedonic. i struggle with the flat effect and to put the correct facial expressions on my face at the right times. the false self is mild, phony, and unfeeling. her job is to nod her head and always say all the right things without ever having to say too much; she says just enough to get people off my back. i am always acting as the false self so long as i am around another person—be it my family, friends, coworkers, etc. It is impossible for me to trust or even love anybody no matter how "close" they are to me because I am burdened with the knowledge that none of these people could ever truly love me back. they can (and will) reject me at any moment i let my guard down.

i often have a tendency to aggressively lash out at everyone because by default i assume their primary objective in trying to know me is just to reject (and further humiliate) me. obviously this is a problematic behavior, and it only serves to make me even less easy to love while also driving more and more people out of my life

when i expressed to my father that i loved him and he rejected me, humiliation and rejection became a trigger for me. nobody likes rejection—this is true—but i dont like rejection because i experienced it chronically, every waking day of my childhood. that is much different from someone who only experienced the normal amount of rejection on occasion or every so often. when rejection is chronic, it becomes impossible to separate it from who you are. it will make you feel as though you are on fire—i believe it's why avoidants fear it so viscerally

these are just a few of my thoughts; if you read this far thank you!!! please feel welcome to add your own insights or ideas (if any). this disorder is a massive iceberg, this post cant even begin to cover every way it has degraded the quality of my life. if you have any your own thoughts dont be afraid to share them👋

[aresxseunggi]

107 — mission: satiate ares.

MOVED FROM DISCORD - continued from here.

regular smegular: @idleds <3

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testing this to see if its easy to follow bc it takes sm more time to bold and italicize every other thing pls dont hate me asjdlkfasjdlkfasjdk

what was the best way to describe how seunggi felt right now? if you asked him, he’d probably equate it to something like a show — he’d got his props on, things that’d make the show fun for the audience, even if he couldn’t see what the other man was looking at or looking for. but the problem with that analogy, though? seunggi was most definitely not the performer. he might be one on display here as he arched and writhed against the bed through his first orgasm, but really, ares was the one in control. and seunggi fucking loved it like that.

even so, his body burned hot under his fiancé’s touch, his lips all but quivering as he tried to force in a solid breath to get himself to calm down — but really, he was no match for the plug vibrating inside of him. toss in the fucking fleshlight slowly sliding over his cock, and he was sure he was physically vibrating, too. “n-no, please — you’re gonna make me come again,” he gasped out, his tied hands settling on his stomach to rest while his elbows pressed diligently into the bed. but his moans were nonstop, nearing fucking whimpers, and — well. if you offered him a way to get off, he was going to follow it. especially at ares’ direction. so his hips lifted up and into the fleshlight, his mouth falling open further as the pleasure swelled in the pit of his stomach. “oh my god —“

ares couldn’t wipe the happy little smile off his face if he had to — it was practically impossible. with seunggi looking like this, sounding like this? god — he almost couldn’t help but want to keep indulging, to keep pushing and playing. and, well, considering they’ve just begun he was convinced he had all the time in the world if he played his cards right. “that’s the point, my love. i want you to.” was murmured softly as he shifted to sit on the bed beside him. there was a quiet hum as he made sure the toy didn’t budge, and that he wasn’t blocking the cameras view of anything as he got comfortable beside seunggi. “wish you could see how pretty you look like this, baby. fucking your toy after you’ve just come, hm? my pretty little slut.” ares should have tried getting him in some pretty lingerie before all this — but, well, he had been too eager and too interested in playing with what he had under him. and that? that came in the form of slowly dragging his free hand along seunggi’s middle, careful to avoid the mess his fiancé left there on his way to the thin chain. he was careful not to tug or disturb it too much considering it was connected to the clamps, though the carefulness might be futile seeing as he was dragging it right to seunggi’s lips. “open — try not to drop this and you’ll get a treat.” was murmured as he finally gave a few gentle tugs as he waited to see if seunggi would listen.

it was difficult for seunggi to not just give in to everything his body was saying and his instinctive reactions to everything ares was saying and doing. so, he stopped trying to. he was getting closer and closer to just turning into an outright desperate mess at this point (it was a miracle he even lasted so long with all of the damn toys on him to begin with). his moans fell deeper into whimpers with every thrust of his hips, and then deeper into outright cries of frustration and pleasure. he couldn’t decide on which he wanted more — to come easily and give in to the toy in his ass, or come hard and fuck into the toy like his life depended on it. regardless, his legs were growing fucking shaky and he was going to have to pick one soon.

his mouth opened easily at the request — showing just how pliant he could be if he got blissed out enough — though that ended up being just to let out a few surprises gasps at the tugs. “oh, fuck —“ he moaned lowly, both legs moving to bend and plant his feet into the mattress. “m’close — fuck, please, please can i come? i can’t hold it, baby, fucking please —“

the moment his lips parted ares was dropping the chain into his mouth, with the tips of his fingers quickly finding seunggi’s chin to urge it closed around it. “good boy,” was cooed as he eagerly watched his fiancés features — or what he could see of them. that is until the other man’s desperation made its appearance at last — or more like it’s reappearance. then ares couldn’t help but look down his body to watch as he fucked the toy almost wildly. “go on, my love, you can come. you did so good already, asking like a good boy.” if he had a way to make the toy tighter, or turn the plug up higher, he would. instead he was stuck simply watching, holding, and waiting for seunggi to take what he wanted. not that he didn’t let his free hand go back to wandering, fingers slowly gliding along seunggi’s form only to find a resting place against his thigh where he dug in harshly. “come on, let me see.”

seunggi’s frame shuddered with the promise that he’d been good, that asking was good — enough so that his orgasm came quicker than he’d intended. his head fell back as his jaw fell entirely slack, his fingernails of both of his hands digging into the back of their opposites as he — “oh, god,” he cried, his voice shaking and fluctuating as he came, the orgasm forcing his breaths harder and his hips to stutter. a few more shallow thrusts and he was pushing his hips down as hard as he could and turning in the hopes of getting away from the fleshlight. the plug, however? “feels s’good, it’s so good,” he slurred, his hands shifting to hold onto whatever he could find of ares’.

ares didn’t really intend on keeping these toys going for much longer, though as seunggi started squirming away he was quick to pull the fleshlight off. the toy got a little toss away and then that hand was slipping into his sweats pocket to grab his phone. his other hand? ares curled his fingers around seunggi’s wandering hands, letting his body fall to rest beside him as he worked on turning the plug down. not off, but to the lowest setting he could. “are you having fun, baby?” ares slipped his phone back into his pocket, and then was curling himself around seunggi with a grin. he started slowly trailing his fingers along his fiancés sides, his touch soft as he did. “can i keep playing with you?” was paired with a few kisses to seunggi’s cheeks, and from there they moved downwards. along his jaw, nice and slow until he was starting down seunggi’s neck. “tell me how you feel. let me hear where you are.”

seunggi contently pressed and preened into ares as he wrapped around him, his breath starting to slow with each and every kiss and touch he received, even if he couldn’t return them. his head did turn some as he offered a small nod, though, as if that’d suddenly make him able to look at his fiancé with the little heart eyes he was all of full of right about now. “so much fun,” he breathed out, shifting as much as he could to get even closer, “please. want you to.” really, he’d happily let ares toss him and turn him until his heart was content. “just want to feel you right now. don’t even need to touch me, just — feel me. please.”

there was a consistent drag of his hand back and forth against his fiancés skin, teeth sinking in to leave a gentle bite against his shoulder. “m’gonna take these off — might hurt a little.” before pulling away he left a kiss on top of his little bite, and then was bringing his hand around from seunggi’s back to find one clamp, and then the next so they could fall to the bed. “you’re so perfect, mhm?” once more ares was trailing kisses along seunggi’s skin, not stopping until he could drag the flat of his tongue over one reddened bud with a kiss landing right beside. “you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much, yeah?” ares’ words were muffled softly into seunggi’s skin as he swiped his tongue over the other nipple, humming as his lips wrapped around it to suck gently.

seunggi simply nodded, growing dazed and a little dizzy (mostly due to having no sight whatsoever) with the longer the other’s mouth traveled along his skin. but it turned out ares was right — the clamps did hurt as they fell away, though it was only a little. still, being as sensitive and on-edge as he was, seunggi winced some in response. but ares was good, so the older man was quick to relax as his lips fell to his skin once more.

“ah,” seunggi breathed out at the feeling of ares’ tongue, his steady breathing already breaking with a small shiver. “i’ll tell you,” he confirmed, his legs spreading only to toss one over the man’s frame to keep him close. his hands lifted to find his hair, too, even if the grip he had was a little bit awkward. but seunggi didn’t care — ares was making him feel fucking good and he was going to indulge. “i love you.”

“good.” it was said quietly, mostly just a right to the point statement. it was good that seunggi trusted him to keep going. it was good that he was comfortable enough to speak up when and if he had to — even if ares’ personal goal was for that to never happen. all the same, it was good to hear. “and i love you.” it was enough to bring him back up from where he had been leaving kisses against seunggi’s chest to instead leave one against his lips. and another right after, though the second was far from a quick peck. no, he was happy to indulge himself here too and that showed in the way his hand landed against seunggi’s thigh in a soft slap. from there ares was dragging his fingers up along his leg and back to get a good squeeze or two of his fiancée ass, and that? that only lead him to teasingly press against the plug a few times. only a few, though, then he was careful in the way he pulled it free. “wonder how many times i can get you coming before the nights up?” was thought out loud as he pulled his head away just enough to lift it and search for the lube — and then he was pulling away just enough to grab it. “how many times do you think you can take it, seunggi, baby, hm?”

seunggi sighed in content into ares’ mouth with the second kiss, letting both of his hands fall between their chests in the hopes that one would be able to clutch clumsily at his fiancé’s shoulder as they kissed. the smack, of course, had him biting down on ares’ lip in surprise, only to tug at the flesh while the hand traveled to his ass. his hips easily rutted forward in response — until they were pressing back against the plug with a lazy hum. ares pulling away didn’t mean seunggi wanted to; instead, he clumsily kissed along his jaw, his teeth dragging along the skin, too. “i don’t know. don’t want to think about it,” he murmured against him, his hands falling to sit against his side. “just want to feel you as much as i can. want you to fill me as much as you can.” and finish on him, and everything else that went with it. you know, the usual.

the bite had ares gasping softly, lips curling up in a smile right after. though the moment he had his hands on the lube he was — well. the lube hadn’t been the only thing he grabbed. the toy was laid down again, only this time in reach, in favor of getting a few fingers slicked up. from there it was as simple as picking the toy back up to coat in the substance, humming softly as he heard the things being said. “fuck, you make me so happy.” ares was settling back into his previous position, eager to keep seunggi wrapped around him as he pressed in close. “want to make you feel so fucking good. s’all about you tonight, baby.” ares murmured softly as he urged a hand under the others thigh to pull it higher and hook on his own waist once more. “gonna take it nice and slow, but i don’t want you to move. think you can do that, hm?” ares murmured softly as he teased the tip of the toy against the others hole, all while he went for another kiss.

“i can do that,” seunggi confirmed gently, his fingers of his one hand digging into ares’ side at the feeling of the toy against him once more. “i’ll do whatever you want.” to show that he meant it, he pressed as close as he could to ares to remove any urge or possibility of him moving his hips in one way or another. it’d be an easier thing to manage if he could properly wrap around ares with his hands free, but he certainly wasn’t complaining at all. the slight ache in his wrists was cherished, really. but after an extra second or two, the teasing had him shuddering in arousal, leaving him melting further. “feels good.”

“i know you can.” was murmured softly, and meant as nothing more than a compliment. encouragement. all things good, and all things seunggi deserved. “bet everything’s feels so good right now, doesn’t it?” while ares knew everyone experienced pleasure and orgasms — and multiple orgasms — differently, he’d like to think by now they had a good handle on it. and if it was flipped? ares knew just how he’d be feeling. fingers crossed seunggi felt just as good. even better considering ares had finally given in and slipped the toy inside him, though he did keep it slow seeing as it was bigger than the plug. not a lot, but enough to make a difference. “can’t wait to see how good you are for me, my love.”

“mhm.” seunggi hummed, his eyes falling closed under his blindfold at just the feeling of having the other man near, alone. “you make me feel so good.” so good that he would happily follow along with whatever ares wanted and when, despite already beginning to feel the physical fatigue creeping up on him. he’d fight it, of course — because if ares wanted to fuck him with a toy, he was going to get fucked with the toy. his forehead leaned against whatever he could manage of ares’ frame as the toy slipped inside of him, his own body twitching already and the thing had barely moved. “which one is this?” he asked quietly, his voice growing more and more breathless.

his other arm slipped its way under seunggi’s form — wiggled is more like it. not that he cared, at this point ares would do anything if he knew the path it would lead to was filled with seunggi’s moans. “the blue one — can’t you tell?” ares teased as he pulled his head back enough to leave a kiss to seunggi’s forehead. his other hand hooked on seunggi’s opposite hip, fingers squeezing gently as he help him close. “d’you want the blindfold off or anything?” it was hummed softly as ares bottomed the toy out as far as he could only to start a slow pull right back out. given, it wasn’t nearly as slow as the push in — but it was slow all the same. “or do you wanna stay like this?”

where seunggi would have laughed over ares’ teasing, he was simply too out of his mind right now to even begin to think about it. instead, he just hummed at the answer he received, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. he was enjoying this, obviously, but — ares holding him and holding him tight? undoubtedly his favorite part, especially when it left him pressed against him. “after this,” he murmured in answer, his voice beginning to lift at the feeling of the toy fully inside of him. and it was hard to not shift his hips with the toy slowly moving back out, but he managed as best as he could. “m’comfortable like this.”

“m’kay, baby.” it wasn’t like ares was jumping at the idea of pulling the blindfold off, or untying him right now anyway. but as long as it was out there as an option he felt content to go on with the fun. “s’gonna stop if you move, you don’t want that, do you, baby?” was murmured with a few soft kisses to seunggi’s jaw as he slowly picked up the pace. it seemed a fitting place to offer his fiancé a gentle reminder, one offered as he let his head tip back again in favor of watching what he could see of seunggi’s face. “you look so pretty, my pretty baby — so fucked out, aren’t you?” every few words was said, with a pass of the toy following — definitely not the slow pace he had started with just moments ago. but he wasn’t trying to overwhelm him so soon, so it would do for now. “tell me what you are — wanna hear you say it.”

“no —“ was murmured quickly, and if he could trap his own hips down any further, he would. but surely it was the thought that counted, right? and his eagerness to commit? his breaths were falling from parted lips freely, his tongue farting out every so often to wet them, sometimes pulling the bottom one between his teeth as he hummed out with the slight changes of pace. though, he could feel the urge to just — shift a fraction — but he swatted it down immediately. or as much as he could when the feeling was settling in his back. at the question, it was a bit of a toss up. he knew at least three options he could go with here, but he wasn’t entirely sure which one ares wanted in this specific situation. but with how good, how pretty ares was making him feel, seunggi decided to go with what he felt he was in that moment. “m’your pretty baby,” he mused, with voice making his own cheeks warm up. “your pretty little fuck toy. all for you.”

“you’re doing so good — fuck, look at you.” ares was as fond as someone could be in a moment like this, which was surprisingly very fond. watching his fiancés features, seeing how he was all but fighting the way his body seemed to want to writhe and rock — god, he was so in love it was ridiculous. and it wasn’t getting any better any time soon, not with the way seunggi said those words. the first pair? he expected it. but what came after had a shiver rocking through his body. “that’s right, my pretty baby.” ares cooed softly, face fitting in the crook of seunggi’s neck to let his lips land beside his ear. “just a pretty little toy for me, hm? something for me to play with however i want?” his voice was low and his teeth nipped at the others lobe before pulling back some, all to watch seunggi’s face. ares was almost too impatient to keep playing so slow, which is exactly why he cut it out and got things going. his eyes stayed locked on seunggi as he worked him faster with the toy, nearly pulling it out almost every time just to fuck it right back in. from slow and gentle to quick and hard, there had been the most minimal period to ease seunggi into it.

alright, so seunggi was a little bit convinced that he was being set up to fail here. the way ares’ voice dropped so low, quietly whispering right into his ear, his teeth against his skin — it all had him murmuring out a quiet, desperate “yes”. but with what followed after? his back arched easily, but without moving his hips despite his cock throbbing where it was pressed between their stomachs, so really, his head just fell back and his hips flexed just a fraction. “shit,” he slurred out, his moans frantically melting off of his tongue as he tried his absolute fucking best to not writhe and squirm. the restriction left him whining, choked and careless in the way the sounds were falling out of him now, “d-daddy —”

the hand holding seunggi’s hip moved to land a smack or two against his fiancés ass, fingers digging in to hold right after. “my good boy, you’re doing so fucking good.” there might have been the smallest bit of movement from seunggi, sure, but that’s what the smacks were for — ares had no intention on stopping his hand, though. he wasn’t going to stop fucking his fiancé until he was shaking with his third orgasm. “want you to come for me, mhm? make a mess all over us, like you’re so good at doing.” he used the grip on seunggi’s ass to spread him a little more, and put the extra effort in to give seunggi whatever he needed to reach his orgasm.

the smacks to his ass had his hips inevitably jerking forward with each hit — but that simply couldn’t be helped in his mind. it was his reaction to the sound of skin hitting skin, too, so he didn’t think much of it. at least he wasn’t looking for fuck himself, right? or, well, he was, but he was trying to be fucking good, thank you, and that meant that he was just twitching and shaking in the hopes of getting his restlessness out some other way. that also translated into his moans, of course — but by the time his orgasm came around, again releasing right in between both of their stomachs, he fell silent as he tended and flex, besides a small, breathy moan of relief.

“there you go, that’s it.” ares kept the pace for a few thrusts, eyes not once leaving seunggi as he did. and not long after seunggi had came he was pulling the toy free, dropping it to the bed with little care for where it went. with both hands free to move as he pleases ares was taking full advantage, both moving as soon as he could. one was finding seunggi’s hip again as the other ran along his thigh. up and down, nice and slow, even as he pushed to roll his fiancé right to his back. “you’re so good, hm? such a good baby — doing what you’re told, trying so hard.” ares’ words were said between kisses against seunggi’s skin, of which were moving all along. chest, neck, shoulder, cheek, nose, forehead — anywhere he could plant a kiss, he was. right up until he was sitting back and carefully pulling the others hands towards his stomach to better work on the ropes. “fuck — i just want to kiss you. you did so fucking good, seunggi.” so good ares was actually awestruck here and wanted nothing more than to free the other up and smother him in love.

seunggi was overwhelmed with the third, mostly due to physically keeping himself from losing his mind here. so where his orgasm was quiet, the breaths that followed afterwards raked through him quickly to the point that he was melting tiredly against the bed upon his back finding the mattress. his legs stayed spread — or as much as they could with the ropes around his ankles, too — as he fell pliant in his fiancé’s hands. it was a good thing; especially with how his skin was growing warmer and warmer with each and every kiss. “please kiss me,” he murmured out, his fingers flexing as if that’d help him stretch his arms out. it was a simple request, one that was followed by his head falling back against the bed with a small thud.

one loop after the next and soon enough ares was letting the rope fall away from seunggi’s skin completely. he was gently running his fingers over the others wrists, massaging in here and there before he was falling forward to hover over top of him. “i love you,” a kiss to the tip of seunggi’s nose. “i love you.” another kiss to his lips, though he was taking his time here and in no rush to break it. enough so he was getting comfortable over top of seunggi with one hand lifting to slowly card through his hair. futile considering he had to get back up to finish freeing his fiancé, but still. “let me get your legs and i’ll be right back to cuddle.” not before he got a few more slow kisses, of course.

see, this, the aftercare that ares is always so gentle with always makes seunggi’s heart swell in his chest to the point where he’s sure that he could explode. he was doing the small, gentle things (that seunggi loved) without having to be asked, and now, seunggi was absolutely positive he couldn’t live without them. without him. his lips spread into a small smile before they were getting preoccupied with a kiss (not that he was complaining), until his hands lifted to smooth over ares’ shoulders. his touch was treading lightly even if he did want to feel everything he’d been deprived of with the ropes. he hummed contently with the hand in his hair, the noise low and soft before he murmured a quiet, “i love you,” of his own.

but at the mention of cuddling: “wait, what?” his brows furrowed beneath the blindfold — which served as a sudden reminder that the fabric was there, leaving him to pull it from over his eyes slowly. he was sure he looked fucking tired, or at least more tired than he had been when they started, but still. it was the principle! “wh — only toys? are we done?” his hands fell to sit on the man’s upper arms once more, fingertips pressing into the skin as his eyes finally looked over his features. with a confused pout, of course.

ares took his i love you as a good time to get moving, though there was a soft laugh that escaped when he caught seunggi’s confusion. it had his smile staying put, eyes on the other man even as he carefully moved to better reach his legs. “baby — you’re spent.” was mused with a soft, teasing coo to his words. he did glance away, but only for a second so he could find the end of the ropes. “should at least take a little bit to come back down to earth, my love.” just like with his wrists ares made quick work of these too, just so he could get back up to seunggi’s level again. “not telling you no, maybe just give yourself a moment or two, yeah?”

“so what?” seunggi grumbled out, and that was the telltale sign that, yeah, maybe ares got him there: he didn’t have an excuse or answer for everything. and it wasn’t like the other man was wrong — seunggi felt like he could sink right through the bed and nap comfortably right about now, and it likely showed on the lack of effort in his movements. but — and here’s the kicker — he wanted his fiancé’s fucking dick, and he wasn’t going anywhere without it, even if it’d end up with him passed out with ares balls deep inside of him. still, he let out a soft sigh as his hands fell to grab lazily at ares’ hips, trying to pull him closer before a finger or two dipped under the waistband of his shorts. “can you take these off, at least?”

ares couldn’t help the soft little laugh at, well, at how cute seunggi was in this moment. it only had him wanting to snuggle closer, to hold him tight and make it that much easier for the other man to drift off to sleep. “think you might enjoy it more if you’re not half asleep.” was teased with another kiss to his lips, and then a soft nip before he was falling to his back beside seunggi. it wasn’t mean to be permanent, it simply made it that much easier to get naked as requested. and then he was finding his way back on top to settle comfortably. “can’t wait to watch this video with you — might put you between my legs, stuffed full of cock with my hand around yours.” ideas were already swirling, obviously, but considering the way he was all but laying on seunggi to deliver his promise of cuddles, they were nothing more than words right now.

“hey siri, how do i tell my fiancé that he’s right without having to admit that he’s right?” he teased once he relaxed back from the kiss. he heaved a little bit of a sigh in more relief, though the urge was growing to simply just — one hand moved to track down ares’, patting mindlessly along the bed and then his own frame until he found it, looking to simply hold it comfortably. “gonna get me hard again,” he breathed out with a short laugh. and while he knew what ares’ respond to that would be, he opted to give his hand a squeeze before he got the chance. “can i have another kiss?”

that had ares snickering into the others neck as he carefully flopped down on top of him completely, which turned into him adjusting just enough to comfortably rest up and look at seunggi instead. “you can have as many as you want.” ares mused with a squeeze to seunggi’s hand in return, and then another kiss on his lips not long after. and then another kiss, and another. “i love you, baby.”

by the second kiss, seunggi was grinning once more, and by the third he was trying to make it last. “i love you,” was murmured, but talking wasn’t really his main priority right now, as much as it should be when calming down was the goal. he really just wanted to lazily kiss and kiss and kiss, as made clear by his shift to roll them over, his hand only letting go of ares’ to loop around his back. “m’not gonna try anything,” he murmured between breaths. “promise.”

if seunggi wanted to flip, ares had no problem in going along for the ride. more so, he had no problem with wrapping around seunggi the moment he could. both legs settled comfortably around the backs of seunggi’s thighs, with both hands falling over either shoulder to rub along his back. “mhm, you say that now.” was teased as his head lifted in search of another kiss. “you’re always trying something.” or, well, between the both of them that’s what it felt like.

“i mean it,” seunggi huffed out with a small laugh before falling right in for the kiss. and really, he did. his heart was set on making out at the moment, and that was it. so if there were any shifts from ares to move away, he was ready to whine his ass off about it; he could only take so much denial. his weight settled on top of the other man, doing a very poor and lazy job at holding himself up — especially once his hand shifted to cup gently at the side of his fiancé’s neck as they slowly kissed.

[magamasubitu]

ok so

sooomewhere on tumblr i saw someone mention being of the opinion [x character] is dayman

and i thought why not add my 2 cents to this bottomless pit of a website

so basically, this post is abt the dayman and the nightman so like beware bc yk (if u dont, 1 - y r u even reading this?, 2 - go watch iasip)

also idk shit abt psychology n all that stuff sooo

(and like i went to the fandom wiki to look up the lyrics bc its easier seeing all the words in front of u, but accidentally read a bit of the article and yea some of the stuff m gonna mention is on the fandom wiki alr so like totally unoriginal ideas of mine but whatevs)

so basic info

the nightman:

- charlie clearly has conflicting feelings "i think i love you", "you make me wanna die", etc (SDDARP)

- this whole thing: "every night you come into my room and pin me down and i try to fight you", "i can't fight you, man", etc (SDDARP)

- oddly, the only real description of the nightman is "it's just two men" (aka nightman is a, well, man) and "strong arms", "sexy hands" (SDDARP)

- wants charlies soul??? "at last the boy's soul is mine!" (TNC)

- likes them sleeping "he's sleeping right over there! just the way you like 'em!" (TNC)

the dayman:

- fights the nightman "fighter of the nightman" (SDDARP & TNC)

- is (at least partly) charlie "i fought the nightman, lived as dayman" (TNC)

- "champion of the sun", "master of [...] friendship for everyone" (SDDARP & TNC): these parts were added by dennis in SDDARP but stayed in the song (so idk whether to count them or not)

- "master of karate" (SDDARP & TNC)

my interpretation is that the dayman and nightman are embodiments of things affecting charlie, like dayman would be [x] affecting charlie, nightman would be [z] affecting charlie (tho i will be referring to [x] as dayman and [z] as nightman)

before that, info on characters

uncle jack:

- unusual obsession with his hands (DGD, GFT:SH, etc)

- shared a room with charlie for a while, "wresteled" and charlie supposedly stayed awake the whole night during that time (TGR)

- touchy toward charlie, makes him uncomfortable (TGR, DGD, MVP:TTOTC, OLH:ASC, etc)

- weird about kids (DGD, GFT:SH)

mac:

- thinks he can do karate, charlie admits to thinking otherwise (MAC:WT; PP:TWBIP)

- childhood friends with charlie (AVSC, etc), officially BFFs since MBTW

- was supposed to play the dayman in the play (TNC)

- kicked charlie out of the band (i swear this is relevant; SDDARP)

dennis:

- officially BFFs with charlie since MBTW

- was supposed to play the nightman in the play, although supposedly to avoid the kiss scene with dee (TNC)

- came to team up with charlie after also getting kicked outta the band, wrote the dayman song with him right afterwards (SDDARP)

now, the whole "uncle jack is the nightman" thing is nth new but i do wanna point at the hand thing:

uncle jack is very uh what do i call this? self conscious? embarrassed? abt his "small hands"

and yet the nightman explicitly has "strong arms" & "sexy hands"

so i see 3 possibilities

1) a warped view bc charlie was young and yk everythin seems bigger when ure smaller

2) uncle jack was obsessively muttering how comparably to a small charlie the hands look big n manly and whatever else

3) charlie subconsciously tried to detach uncle jack from the nightman and went for the one noticeable thing abt his uncle and inverted it on the nightman, thus making it seem impossible for them to be the same person

again, i have no clue abt anything brain related so this is just a local dumbass rambling (also it might b a mix of em or smth completely different ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

now, for dayman:

lets explore if one of charlies BFFs could b dayman

mac:

karate might be referring to him, childhood friends so he was probly there for charlie (whether he knew abt it or not), he was cast as the dayman (tho changed it himself to nightman), dennis was gonna b the nightman

dennis:

was also friends (ig) with charlie in high school (never stated *when* the "growing up & fightin the nightman" thing happened), he was cast as nightman to avoid the kiss, cheered charlie up after mac kicked them both outta the band (whether dennis intended to or not), they wrote the dayman song together

it might be both, it might be neither

so what if its someone (or smth) else?

lets see...if "dayman" helped fight the nightman (as in: the effect it had on charlie) then isnt the dayman...a coping mechanism?

(ONCE AGAIN, IDK SHIT ABT BRAINS)

and if dayman is a coping mechanism that helps fend off the nightman...

well, what does charlie do when he is not coping well with smth?

- he has a bad room in the bar where he breaks shit (TGGHH), he bit a mall santa after the revelation of what his mum was up to on christmases (in CGM mac says when charlie got excited his face would turn purple n hed start biting things; AVSC), etc

- he gets high, a lot...literally in the eps where he writes the damn song he goes home n huffs spray paint (SDDARP)

i cant think of more atm but like yea

and as a kid, did he have an outlet for his violence? yes, he threw rocks at shit and whatever else (AVSC, etc)

did he have access to stuff that could get him high? yes, he was literally huffin glue in AVSC as. a. child.

now, as for the karate, friendship, champion of sun stuff

champion of the sun: metaphors, people, metaphors; also just the scene in SDDARP where charlie is all negative, dennis comes in & lets the daylight in, all of a sudden charlie is more positive

karate & friendship: charlie thinks karate is cool, he maybe thought it would b awesome to make dayman do karate; or he took a look at his friends (n probably support system) and was like damn they make me not feel that bad and included master of karate bc mac (idk y no dennis, maybe bc childhood friends, maybe bc karate = fighting, maybe bc whats more badass than karate?)

so all in all, my conclusion is dayman is just all his coping mechanisms & support system rolled into one badass personification