#idk if you ever have anything in particular you wanna ask about feel free to

[aroace-polyshow]

please please pleawe pleaseeeèe tell me about hw okay thankyou :D

YAYAYAYYAY okay i’m too lazy to link back some of the posts i’ve made about them but if you look through the #hollow ☆ wonderland tag on my blog you can find the long ass posts on them. currently the only two posts that are actually important to their lore are ruinene and emu post. and to summarize theyre an online music group like nightcord and all of them except tsukasa gave up on doing shows a while ago for various reasons. still figuring out main story stuff but tsukasa convinced them to give it another chance together again yayayyaayyay also they love each other so dearly. btw. they make me sick. i’m so so so normal about them and they are everything to me. horribly sad clowns. waugh.

[beiasluv]

omg ok so i was reading ur work and i live for it 🤭🤭 i was wondering. if you could do what a first kiss would be like for neteyam and loak with the reader 🫣🫣🫣 idk if u have done this yet, feel free to ignore if u have 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 (also ur work makes me want to ascend to a third plane if enlightenment)

first kiss | neteyamm + lo’ak

a/n: your words made me wanna ascend as well, thank you hon 😙 enjoyy

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neteyam

AHem, where do i begin?

back in the days, when neteyam was just a fifth teen years old na’vi, he was gifted with the best gift he had ever received yet

on his birthday, the clan of omaticaya planned celebrated and feasted in honor of toruk mokto’s first born.

well, that is what they planned to do, but neteyam had other plans. boy snuck out and met you under the tree of souls

you asked him to meet you at this particular time, and he wouldn’t miss it for you, even if it means sneaking off his own party

to say that you are his mate isn’t the most correct or wrong statement. you guys met long before anything had happened, and let’s say something bloomed between you two.

neteyam, obviously, the golden child, the oldest, and the big brother of the family. when it comes to everything, he is considerate and caring ALL. THE. WAY.

and first kiss isn’t out of the list, hell, it might even be on top of the list, maybe…

“hey, y/n, what’s the matter?”

“oh, hi, nete, i was- um- er…going to give you a gift,” you scratched your neck. “but i um, i think i forgot it.”

“really? so what were you planning to give me?” he smirked at your flustered demeanor.

“erm…i was um…fuck it! neteyam, haveyoueverkisssomeonebefore?” you broke eye contact with the grass to met his glowing yellow eyes.

“…no? why?”

“t-then…i wanna give you my first kiss…” without another word, neteyam crashed his lips onto yours and tasted it like a starved man. of course, he is the big brother, and he got those charms and all the tricks up his sleeves, but that this moment, he didn’t cared. if he had a little more sense in his system, then he might just go a little softer on your pouty lips, or maybe he would’ve taken care of your face first.

but what can he say? he is drunk in your scent and your lips, can’t take his mouth off you, even if he wanted to. your lips tasted like the sweetest honey on pandora, and the softest clouds he ever flown through.

you felt a swollen sensation in your lower lips, and just as you thought, he was nibbling onto it, “is this okay, sweetheart?” sucking your lips like a starved man, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

although his taste is too exquisite to leave, your breath was pounding on the door. you smacked his chest hardly and tried to pull away, but his grip is like an octopus clinging on to its prey. without any response from him, you snaked your tongue into his mouth and parted at your chance.

“neteyam! are you trying to kill me?!” you smacked his chest over and over again.

“hey, hey, who’s the one who offered me your first kiss?”

“well, at least i was being nice about it, you were trying to kill me on my first kiss,” you fake pouted and crossed your arms.

“then i would be glad to die to have you as my first kiss”

of course, he wasn’t expecting to act like that but can’t really blame him, can you? when you are offered a first kiss by your crush, and the ambiance is just perfect, he can’t really turn it down. as a matter of fact, he is STARVING for you.

imagine what a hard situation he was in, you kneeling on the ground, partially begging him, and offering your assistance to him?

HE IS DOWN BAD PEOPLE

of course, he was a sweetheart, asking you how you feel each step 🥺

definitely tasted the forbidden fruit. once he tasted you, he yearns for more and MORE. can’t have enough of you

well, the next time he promised to be more soft and passionate.

his big brother instinct came out to play. going tenderly on each step and always making sure you are comfortable.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME SIR? SIR, DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. pecking your lips, then, kissing them, then, sucking them, and basically grinding his lips against yours

overall, he is just a needy big baby 100/10

lo’ak

okay okay, LO’AKKK

he becomes so shy when it comes to you😭

being the reckless brother he is, he is always quick and fast-paced with your relationship. but definitely the best boyfriend you could’ve ever asked for

and your first kiss isn’t so different…

every time you called for him in the waters of the metkayina’s islands, lo’ak will drop everything and come to your side immediately

of course, it is a daily routine for you to cuddle with each other during eclipse hours. just a simple hours that you can spend together without the worries of the other na’vis

and, nobody can see you guys in the ocean. a win is a win, guys

you are probably the one, and only, comfort to his sanity. whenever his family is going too hard on him, he can always count on you every time

lo’ak just loves for you to hold him close and pamper him. so he basically grew a lot of feelings for you. especially, you are his first crush

the omaticaya girls were undoubtedly beautiful, but none of them caught his eyes. until…he entered the village of metkayina

just imagine him being to scared to confess to you for the whole time😭 will literally cry inside if you are talking to him about a boy

definitely, heard his brothers and other boys talk about how they like the kisses, and other business aHeM

lo’ak: WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN

“man, you don’t know? girls love it when you suck their lips, it just give them butterflies”

“really?” lo’ak huffed.

“FOR. REAL. my guy, trust me”

“m’kay…”

“oh! and, don’t forget to use your tongue…hot stuff”

back at the ocean, he loves brushing his tails against your legs and wrapping it around your waist, to keep your from drifting away by the waves 😩

your legs brushing against each other under the water, keeping warmth spread around your skins.

not to mention that he loves tracing your skins and the delicates patterns under his finger tips 😩

the mood was just right, the sun is setting, and everything turned purple and pink. you couldn’t ignore his golden eyes staring towards you

your thoughts were pulled back when he disconnected the eye contact from your eyes down to your pouting lips.

“y/n…” he called you in his embrace.

“yes…?” you answered staring into his eyes

“can…i?” "yes...," that was your last word before lo'ak swooped in and held your lips against his. the wind was blowing and drifting you apart, but lo'ak's tail held you two close. he tasted your lips with a quick haste, taking a bite of bits and there

trying to stay afloat, you kicked your legs underwater; while your tail is swishing back and fourth. as if he discovered a hidden treasure, he couldn't get enough of your lips. just as you were about to pull off, he explored your tonuge with his. swirling around his and trying to escape his grasps, lo’ak dug deeper into your mouth. he tasted every bits he could.

feeling his fangs against your tongue, you parted your lips away from his and catch your breath. air entering your lungs like a waterfall, but seeing him opposite you, might’ve take your break away again.

“t- that WAS amazing, y/n…” he chuckled at your breathless expression.

“er…thanks” you laughed awkwardly.

“um, actually…i have something to tell you,” he confessed.

“yeah?”

“that was also my first kiss…”

anyways, we know that he is the sweetest boy eVER

all of that you’ve just read, it was actually within a span of one minute. he is our fast paced boy 💀

but later on, he learned how to become more passionate, and gentler. he learnt how to caress your cheeks, your hair, thighs, body, and EVERYTHING

our fast asf boi will learn how to become the sweetest man for you. and don’t get me wrong, HE IS THE BEST BOYFRIEND YOU COULD EVER ASK FOR

BASICALLY WORSHIPPING YOUR BODY

this boy couldn’t get his hands off you for eywa’s sake😩 just love holding your hands, your body, or even your hair. it’s just a grounding experience for him and a comforting one

CAN NOT go a day without your kisses. NEVER

OVERALL ROUGH AND PASSIONATE 1000/10 PERIODT

take care guys🤍 stay hydrated and go get some rest if you haven’t already got some

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[phopollo]

Would you maybe tell us a little(OR A LOT)about the Hilda Pokémon au????? Please?????

Akfnsk

I'd love to!

Truth be told though, there's not actually a whole lot to tell yet,,,

But! Here's what I can tell you;

Johanna was well on her way to champion status when she had Hilda, but she stopped and stepped back from pokemon battling to focus on being a mother

The elves are normal sized real people-- Hilda and Johanna still had absolutely no idea they lived right next door until the attempted eviction for scaring all their little pokemon

I wanna say their house got stepped on by an absolutely massive, ancient sleeping legendary pokemon that Hilda woke up instead of a giant. My brain's first thought is "primal groudon," but my heart doesn't feel it, so idk what it actually was yet

There's no Trolberg Gym leader when they first move in, but it's later Erik Alberg, but he steps down after a short time and Gerda Gustav is the current gym leader of Trolberg

Hilda helped David and Frida catch their first pokemon (yes the Dhelmise and Cutifly)

Hilda herself has not ever actually caught a pokemon, Twig was caught by Johanna

Tildy's familiar Cornelius is a Swablu sized Altaria

I think that's about it?

If there's anything or anyone in particular you wanted to know about though, feel free to ask, if I don't have an answer I'll make something up on the spot and then you can make fun of me if I decide I don't like that later /j

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Yes, the title is ripped from a Mitski song. She said the song "...is about hurt people finding each other, and using sex to make sense of their pain." And I was like oh fuck yeah, let me bastardize this for my fic. Needless to say this is very self-indulgent. Not beta'd. (repost) [ SYNOPSIS ] You and Zeke are stressed beyond belief and seek relief. idk it's pwp, okay! [ WORD COUNT ] 2.9k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, sub!reader, body specific!reader (y/n is marginally shorter than Zeke but still tall-coded, and is implied to be on the thinner side), mean!Zeke (and soft!Zeke), POV shifts, idealized D/s relationship, brat taming, sadomasochism, impact play (slapping), degradation (use of slut), humiliation, spit play, oral sex (m and f receiving), deep throating, facefucking, throatfucking, hair pulling, nipple play, dumbification (you just get fucked dumb, not teased for it), aftercare.

Life had been getting the best of you.

Stress pervaded it, cursing you with sweaty palms and little bouts of aggression. Work sucked ass. Sleep was more elusive than ever. And your blonde boyfriend, Zeke, seemed tinged with distance. Despite all this you managed to keep yourself relatively together. You only dropped the facade at home, the one place you were free to be as huffy as needed. Usually it was a cure all, but over time the perceived charm of your snide comments and clinginess wore thin. Your rituals bored you, made you feel worse. Your brattiness became oppressive and sucked the air out of the room. Its playfulness replaced with genuine derision. What should have been a mundane night on the couch watching television ended up wrought with tension.

“Is there any particular reason why you’re acting like this?” Zeke asked as you twirled a lock of his hair between your fingers.

Playing coy crossed your mind, but you decided to articulate your anxieties.

You sighed and briefly gathered your thoughts. “I’m mentally exhausted. Everyone at work is so annoying, but I know that’s only because I’m perpetually irritated regardless of the situation. They could be telling me I did an incredible job and I’ll feel myself wanting to lose my shit. And,” you hesitated. “I feel a little, uh, neglected.”

He frowned.

“Well that’s no good.”

You pulled on the flaxen tendril between your fingers.

“No shit,” you seethed.

He glanced over at you, little daggers dancing from his grey gaze.

“You do realize that’s no way to get what you want.”

“Then why does it work like 90% of the time?”

“I’d argue it’s 80%.”

You crawled into his lap and straddled him, planting your knees next to his hips. He cocked an eyebrow and looked over your shoulder at the television. You placed your hand under his chin and gripped it, forcing him to look directly at you.

“I know you’re just as stressed as me.”

“Your point being?” He questioned in a sing-song voice.

You clenched your jaw.

“Don’t you wanna let go? It’s been so long since we indulged.”

Zeke’s eyes softened and a tiny grin crossed his face. You had a point. He couldn’t remember the last time he “put you in your place.” Lately it seemed as if he forged a suit of patience, or rather what you would deride as indifference. He had recently taken on a managerial role at work, wrangling a gaggle of employees. And while Zeke had a knack for exercising power over people, it wasn’t something he was fond of. It was enervating if anything.

“Is that a yes?” You asked.

His hand found itself on the back of your head, softly patting it.

“What kind of man would I be if I denied a pretty, little thing like you?”

“The worst kin—”

His grip tightened around your hair, taking you by surprise.

“Get on the floor, slut, before I make you.”

“What if I want you to make me?”

He glanced over your shoulder making sure there wasn’t anything behind you. He used his foot to move the coffee table out of the way before shoving you off of him. Your body collided against the carpeted floor with a muted thump. He got up off the couch and looked down at your crumpled form.

“Get up,” he ordered, kicking one of your long legs.

You narrowed your eyes.

“No,” you sneered.

You looked up at him. There was nothing you loved more than his body towering over yours. It was such a rarity considering he wasn’t that much taller than you.

“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?”

“You fuckin’ know it.”

Zeke grabbed you by the hair and started dragging you towards the bedroom. The carpet met your back as your shirt ran up. It scraped along your spine, the friction marring your skin. The pain left you kicking your legs which helped him drag you down the hall. This game was always a team effort. As he made his pilgrimage to your bedroom every slight tug felt like needles penetrating your tender scalp. You winced as your skin waxed and waned in a flurry of ardor and agony. The stress was already melting away.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, letting go of your hair.

You sat slumped over by the door in a dollish heap. His fist left your hair a tattered mess. Thankfully combing it out was a task Zeke was more than happy to take on. Once you both had your fill of sadistic debauchery, he became fixated on putting you back together.

“I guess,” you murmured.

“You guess?”

You raised your voice. “I know you can do better… Or are you not man enough?”

“If you’re trying to piss me off, you’re failing miserably.”

Zeke squatted down in front of you and spit in your face, right between the eyes. His saliva was warm and tobacco-tained. You went to wipe it away as it dripped down the bridge of your nose.

“Leave it,” he said as he stood up.

“Hmph.” You pouted and let your hand fall to your side.

“Get up,” he demanded.

“That’snot very convincing.”

Zeke picked you up with hesitation, tossing you over his shoulder. You squirmed around, refusing to go down without a fight. It did little to deter him. His iron will was truly something to behold. Once you were in the bedroom he set you down upright. He stared at you like you were nothing more than a lamb being taken to the slaughter.

“A slut like you doesn’t need clothes. Take them off.”

“No,” you said defiantly. “Not gonna happen.”

His rough hand grazed your skin as he grabbed ahold of your face. His palm rested under your chin while his callused fingers squished your cheeks.

“Do you think this behavior is charming? Clever?”

You nodded smugly.

“It’s idiotic and banal. If you keep it up, I’m going to replace you.”

Usually Zeke winced after saying something so cruel, but this time he refrained. He had grown into his role, becoming more comfortable with it. But he was still plagued with a sense of guilt when he uttered those words. You were irreplaceable and he was certain you knew that.

“C’mon. Don’t you want to make me happy?”

You attempted to annoy him with a garbled, “Pathetic.”

Zeke gave you a swift slap across the face. A stinging sensation radiated throughout your cheek like a shockwave. He never raised his voice nor showed any anger when bringing you to heel. You were instead blessed with cruel and casual indifference.

You pulled down your unbearably short sleep shorts and underwear, stepping out of them. Next was your shirt. You pulled it off and tossed it to the side. You stood in front of Zeke, completely at his will.

He swallowed hard at the sight of your supple form. His eyes lingered on your legs, easily his favorite part of your body. He liked having them over his shoulders while he filled your cunt with his cum.

“Kneel. Now.”

You did as you were told. Your snarkiness had transformed into desperate compliance. You wanted nothing more than to feel the weight of his hand and earn his praise. You wanted every inch of your skin to sing, to be speckled with purple splotches and bite marks.

“Open your mouth.”

“Make me,” you mumbled. It was the death rattle of your brattiness.

Zeke was more than happy to do so. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick cock out. The tip was pink and pearly with precum. He pushed it past your lips with ease. Resisting him had lost all fun; you made room for his cock to fill your mouth. Though instead of sliding it in gently, he was forceful. You nearly choked as his tip grazed the back of your throat. His rough hand met the back of your head and held you there. Drool pooled and trickled out from the corners of your mouth. You looked up at him and were met with his indifferent, grey gaze. He gripped your hair and began to thrust in and out of your mouth. You breathed through your nose, trying to avoid asphyxiating on his length.

“Look who’s pathetic now,” he said, slapping you once more.

You did look rather pathetic kneeling nude in front of a fully clothed man. But there was something freeing in the vulnerability you presented to Zeke.

“You like being used, don’t you?”

It was a rhetorical question. Zeke knew you were in no position to garble out an answer. Still you wished you could tell him that you did like being used. Nothing made you throb more than him reducing you to a mere fucktoy. Though words could likely never articulate how grandiose your desire was.

“Disgusting brat,” he growled as you used his thighs to brace yourself. “You’re lucky I let you touch me.”

Hearing those words made your cunt swell with ardor. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping the friction would soothe your aching clit. Fluids flowed from your folds and slipped between your ass cheeks. His soft pubes tickled your nose as he held your face flush to his crotch.

Zeke loved defiling your mouth, how you struggled to keep his cock inside. Your resolve drove him wild. He used his rough palm to push you off of him. He grabbed you by the face and forced you to peer up at him.

“Beg for it,” he said before smacking your cheek.

“Please,” you whined while wincing.

“Please what?”

“Can I please suck your cock?”

“Why should I let you? Convince me. Now.”

“Because you can do whatever you want to me.”

He laughed. “I shouldn’t be surprised that a slut like you would have no self respect. Open your mouth.”

You parted your lips, letting Zeke’s cock fill your mouth. A sick grin of satisfaction crept across his face. He rolled his hips against your face letting the shaft hit the back of your throat. You breathed deeply through your nose and ran your pillowy tongue along the underside of his cock. He let out a hearty groan and placed his hand on the base of your skull. He thrusted, moaning your name as precum dripped down your throat.

Your chest was slowly coated with drool. It left your breasts shimmering under the dimmed pendant light hanging from the ceiling. Your nipples were tumescent and you longed for them to be in between Zeke’s teeth. You looked up at him wide-eyed like some sort of faux ingénue.

He swallowed hard. It was a privilege to have you kneeling in front of him. He kept fucking your mouth raw and gave your hair a hard tug.

“You know I can’t come if you don’t cry a little,” he goaded through gritted teeth.

He pulled on your hair again and forced you to hold the full length of his cock in your mouth. Little tears started to well up in your eyes and trickle down from the corners. He liked it best when you looked like a sobbing statue of the Virgin Mary, brows knitted in blissful torment.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned while clenching his jaw. “Fuck.”

Zeke tossed his head back and grasped your face by the cheeks and thrust wildly. All you could hear was him moaning as he fucked his cum down your throat. Some managed to work its way out of your mouth. Once he finished, he palmed your forehead, pushing you off of his cock. You sat before him with your lips and chin glossy with cum, your breasts coated in spit, and your thighs sticky with your own fluids.

“Do you have any more tiresome retorts?”

You didn’t bother answering.

He continued with his dressing-down. “You’re too easy to break. I always think you’ll put up more of a fight because of that mouth of yours. But every time you're reduced to a piteous slut with next to no effort.”

He lifted your chin.

“Though,” he cooed. ”You were very obedient once I beat you into submission.”

You went to speak, but all you could do was whimper. That little incomprehensible noise was enough for Zeke to get on his knees and tug off his cardigan. He draped it over your shoulders. You smiled weakly and slipped your arms through the sleeves.

“Can I be sweet to you now? I’m running out of fucked up things to say,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours.

You snorted. “Yeah. What do you got in mind?”

He stood and helped you up, letting you lie on the bed. He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead. It was a welcome change from the sting of his slap. Pain was a lovely thing, but exhausting all the same. He slipped his hand between your thighs, running his fingers along your slick folds.

“I want to bury my face in your pussy,” he replied before licking his fingers clean.

“Please do that,” you sighed as he nibbled on your collarbone.

He left a trail of kisses down your neck and chest, stopping only to swirl his warm tongue around your nipple. Quiet, drawn out moans emanated from you as he began to suck on your swollen bud. His soft lips felt like heaven as he hungrily lapped your breast. In between the sounds of him suckling, he let out a stream of subdued whines.

“Want you so bad,” he said as he made his way down to your dripping cunt.

Your toes curled in anticipation as Zeke bent your knees. He parted your thighs and nestled his face between them. Your breath hitched as his beard tickled your skin. He tongued your weeping hole while his nose nuzzled your clit. You rocked your hips back and forth, grinding up against his face.

You opened your mouth to speak, but could only let out a startled hiccup. Zeke surprised you by reaching up and grabbing you by the hips. He dug his fingers into your tender skin, a little reminder that he still lorded over you.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his breath hot against your cunt. He glanced up at you over his glasses. “You taste so good.”

Shyness pervaded your body. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You shut your eyes tight to avoid the brunt of his gaze.

Zeke couldn’t have been less pleased. He dug his nails into your hips.

“Look at me, slut,” he hissed.

You obeyed. There was no avoiding eye contact. He wouldn’t allow for it, not while he ate you alive. He ran his tongue along your folds, savoring the sapid slick that covered them. He wanted to consume you, for you to be his and only his. No one else deserved to taste your piquant nectar.

“Sh—shit,” you murmured, writhing against the mattress.

“Are you gonna come all over my tongue?” He teased.

He sucked on your clit, the hairs of his beard tickling the delicate flesh around it. Your whole body tensed up.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

You went to place your hand on the back of his head but hesitated at the last second.

“Go ahead,” he said.

You rested your hand at the base of his skull and held him close. He grunted as his face was buried further into your cunt. The room was filled with the sounds of your anguished moans and his lecherous slurps. A few labored “fuck”s fell from your lips as you arched your back. You felt like you were ascending.

“C—can I come n—now?” You begged, trying to stave off your orgasm.

Zeke gave your clit a slow lick with his soft tongue.

“I guess,” he said, echoing your earlier tone.

“Fuck you,” you coughed out as ecstasy enveloped you.

Zeke’s teeth grazed your clit; an act that would normally elicit a yelp provoked no alarm. You were awash in rapture. Your grip on his head tightened as you rode out your orgasm. You were dizzy with pleasure and rendered nothing more than a brainless dolly. All you could comprehend was the heat coursing through your body and wetness flowing from your cunt.

“D’you feel a little better now?” Zeke asked.

You looked down, and noticed his glasses were fogged up. His beard glistened with your fluids. You ruffled his hair gently and gave him a little nod. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got up off the bed.

“Bath?” He asked cheerfully.

You nodded again. The act of speaking would return to you at a later time. Zeke scooped you up off the bed and carried you into the bathroom. He set you down on the bathroom sink while he ran a bath. Once the warm water was flowing he took a seat on the toilet and gestured for you to crawl into his lap. You curled up in his arms, resting your head in the crook of his neck. His heavy, rough hand slipped under the cardigan you wore and stroked your back. The soothing sound of running water and the heat radiating from Zeke’s body made you feel like you were drifting through a blissful dream.

It seemed you had gotten the best out of life.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

hello Maddy hope you are doing well so,

The reader is a hashira (she/her) ,like shinobu and after a hashira meeting she asks her if she is angry and obviously shinobu is confused and tries to play dumb but the reader tells her that she doesn't have to rely on plastic smiles all the time(around her/={reader} if you wanna make it specific), after a mission the reader got injured killing an upper moon?(demon in general idm) shinobu takes care of her and opens up and trust the reader. (maybe they become lovers in the near future? idk thats up to you really).

Thank you for your time

False Smile

Shinobu Kochou x She/ Her Reader

A/N: Hope you are doing well too, and I hope you like how it turned out! Word Count: 1,730

“Are you angry about something?”

“Excuse me?”

Shinobu put on her best smile, turned to look behind her and blinked with exaggerated slowness.

“Are you angry? Upset about something?” (Y/n) rephrased, catching up to Shinobu in a few quick steps, hands clasped behind her back.

(Y/n) had only joined their ranks recently and Shinobu’s patience was already thinning. (Y/n) seemed nice, she was dependable, but much too attentive. Every time Shinobu felt eyes on her, nine times out of ten it was (Y/n) scrutinizing her in the most innocent way possible. It unnerved Shinobu a bit, to be watched so closely. And for what? Apparently, (Y/n) chose only after this particular Hashira meeting to disclose what her wandering eyes observed.

“Not that I know of.” Shinobu giggled behind her fist, “What made you think to ask such a question?”

(Y/n) walked ahead of Shinobu, turning on her feet to walk backwards in front of her path. She rested her left elbow in her right hand, thoughtfully taping her chin with her free hand.

“Hmm, I guess it would be because your smiles always seem so… forced?” She cocked her head to the side as she observed Shinobu further, “Like right now! You’re smiling but I get the feeling that you are actually annoyed, are you?”

“No.” Shinobu curtly replied. “But perhaps I will be if you keep staring at me so intently.”

“Oh!” (Y/n) exclaimed, looking a bit contrite. “Sorry, I guess I have been staring a lot, huh?”

Yes Shinobu, turn the focus back on her. See how she likes it.

“At first, I’ll admit I couldn’t keep my eyes away from you because you are so beautiful, but the longer I looked, the more I saw, you know?”

Shinobu’s smile twitched, but held. What a straightforward line of reasoning! Who would ever so casually admit such a thing? Well, Mitsuri would, but she would at least have the self-awareness to be a little flustered when admitting such things.

“I think you have something within you that you’re trying to keep buried, but it’s waring on you.” (Y/n) astutely shared. “You should let loose a little more. Let people really know what you’re thinking instead of hiding behind false smiles.”

“(L/n)-san, we haven’t known each other very long. I believe you are reading too much into things.”

Shinobu couldn’t believe (Y/n) got all that from simply staring at her a handful of times at spread out meetings. But she supposed if Tanjirou could literally smell it on her, then anything was possible.

“Mm, I don’t think so, see here?” She asked, tapping a spot on Shinobu’s forehead near her hairline that she certainly could not see.

“You have this vein right here. I think a science-y person like you would call it a supratrochlear vein. It kind of bulges when you hear troubling or aggravating things. And here,” (Y/n) traced her finger down to Shinobu’s jaw, “you hold a lot of tension here. I see you clench your jaw quite often.”

Shinobu grabbed (Y/n)’s hand before she could move it somewhere else and pulled it downward. She didn’t know what to do with her face. She felt like any face she made, (Y/n) would decipher it with ease. She could feel her mask slipping, so she had to disengage quickly. The thought of someone seeing her, really seeing her, frightened her.

“Stare at someone long enough, and you’ll come up with all kinds of theories I’m sure. I really must be on my way now, (L/n)-san. I challenge you not to watch me walk away.”

Shinobu lips stretched so far, they hurt and then she let go of (Y/n)’s hand and power walked past her. She hoped that (Y/n) would take the very obvious hint that she was not interested in continuing the conversation.

“Okay, I won’t look!” (Y/n) covered her eyes with her hands and turned around, not that Shinobu would look back to notice anyway. “And in return, I challenge you, to be more genuine with your expressions! It’s not good to keep all that negative emotion inside you know.”

“If that ever happens I’ll keep that in mind!” Shinobu allowed herself a small scowl as she continued to walk away.

She had buried those feelings and they would stay buried. A virtual stranger such as (Y/n) would never make her crack. She was determined for it to be true.

But (Y/n) had weaseled her way into her mind after that interaction, burrowing deep down where Shinobu would be sure not to forget.

***

Shinobu came to expect (Y/n)’s eccentrics now, nearly a year into her tenure as a Hashira. Every Hashira had their own oddities, (Y/n) was no different. She just wished her attention wasn’t always reserved for her.

However, as time went by, Shinobu grew more familiar with her and even grew to find her attentiveness oddly charming. It became a bit of a game to Shinobu. She adapted to (Y/n)’s observations and fine-tuned her ability to act coy.

Still, (Y/n) persisted. Always asking Shinobu how she was doing, if there was anything she wanted to talk about. Shinobu could admit that she was sweet, but she refused to waiver.

That changed early one morning when the Kakushi came thundering through the mansion with (Y/n), critically injured after encountering an Upper Moon. Shinobu worked tirelessly to save her life, all the while her blood boiled.

(Y/n) had established a place for herself in Shinobu’s life. Someone who really took note of all that she did and cared for her health like no one else thought to. Someone who had been slowly eroding her walls, building her trust. If she died before Shinobu could tell her what she really felt, she might just die right along with her. Luckily, (Y/n) survived. And when she finally decided to wake up, Shinobu would give her a piece of her mind just like (Y/n) always dreamed she would. Be careful what you wish for and all that.

When she received word that (Y/n) was waking, she abruptly left Aoi to finish weighing and dividing her powdered roots. Kakushi scrambled out of her way, unused to the dark aura she carried spilling out so visibly. To some of the more seasoned Kakushi, it felt as if they were brought into the past before the death of the precious Flower Hashira.

“Privacy please.” Shinobu gritted out once she arrived. The Kakushi that were in the room scattered like cockroaches and in a matter of seconds, they were alone.

(Y/n) was in a reclined position in the cot, head turned towards Shinobu, tired eyes on her as always, and still as warm and observant as ever.

“Kochou-san, hello!”

“Hello?” Shinobu grumbled. “Hello?!”

“Oh,” (Y/n) smiled despite the anger rolling off of Shinobu in waves, “Finally letting loose I see.”

Shinobu shot forward, gripping (Y/n)’s infirmary issued button-up tightly in her hands, not to hurt her, but to make sure she had all of (Y/n)’s attention. As if she didn’t always have it to begin with.

“Yeah, take a good long look. Are you satisfied?” Shinobu allowed her voice to raise, her carefully cultivated mannerisms falling away.

“You poked and you poked at me, tearing apart my façade no matter how many times I build it back up. And then when I feel like I might be staring to trust you, you nearly get yourself killed!”

“I- I’m sorry.” (Y/n) was taken aback. She knew Shinobu was holding a lot in, but getting a front row seat to the floodgates being released was more overwhelming than she would have imagined.

“You had better be!” Shinobu removed her hands from (Y/n)’s shirt only to pinch her cheeks instead.

“Ow! Kochou-san, that hurts!” (Y/n) whined, gripping Shinobu’s wrists.

Shinobu let go of her cheeks and (Y/n) rubbed her tender face. Shinobu was not done with her yet, however.

“There’s more where that came from if you ever scare me like that again!” Shinobu huffed and then she took a moment to massage her forehead before looking up at (Y/n) again. She was still fuming, but her actions going forward were a lot more gentle.

***

Over the next few weeks, Shinobu was in charge of (Y/n)’s recovery training and she did not go easy on her at all, but when she did allow (Y/n) to rest, they shared some of the most genuine conversations they ever had.

Shinobu’s initial break from character has subsided and she became the image that people expected from her once again, but she did open up to (Y/n) more. She would share about herself and (Y/n) would do the same in return. It was nice to have someone to talk to about all of her pain without having to worry about being perceived as weak.

When (Y/n) was ready to go back to duty, Shinobu was ashamed to say she was disappointed. She tried to act unaffected as (Y/n) packed up, but of course she noticed right away.

“No bottling, tell me what you feel.” She coaxed.

Shinobu took it one step further, she knew what she felt and she didn’t like it.

“I don’t want you to go.”

She turned away, embarrassed by how desperate she sounded in her ears, but as usual, (Y/n) didn’t think any less of her for it. (Y/n) took Shinobu’s hand and turned her back to face her.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she leaned in to whisper near Shinobu’s ear, “I don’t want to go either.” She gave Shinobu a hug, sinking further into her when she instantly hugged her back.

“Unfortunately, we have different duties to fulfill, and I’ve been slacking on mine.” She joked. “We can try to meet up more often if you’d like. I’ll only ever be just a crow away.”

“I’ll tell En to start stretching then because I predict she will be a much busier bird from now on.”

“I have a feeling we aren’t going to be popular with our crows for much longer.” (Y/n) grinned.

Shinobu returned the smile. She wasn’t too worried about losing favor with En because she was determined that (Y/n) would be living with her before long.

It would take some convincing, but Shinobu could be persuasive. If (Y/n) wanted to see her be more honest with her feelings and how she expressed them, then that is what she would get.

[zabiume]

Hi!!! Not the same anon, but I really liked how you addressed the ichihime dynamic during ichigo and grimmjow’s fight in hm. I know you’re not exactly a renruki blog but I recently saw some ir shippers trying to say that “if it wasn’t for ichigo, renji would’ve let rukia be executed” and I wanted to know your thoughts. Personally, I don’t agree at all and although it’s been much too long since I’ve read the manga, I feel like at some point renji says something and/or reacts in shock to the news of rukia’s sentencing bc didn’t he believe that she would just get a slap on the wrist??? Idk but I wanna hear what you think or what you (or anybody else who reads this ask and feels like adding onto this) can recall from that arc.....

i'm going to be sooooo honest: i don't really enjoy responding to takes from that particular fandom for several reasons, namely that a) their perspective never matches with mine on...anything b) i feel like it's unproductive to "debunk" the way someone else enjoys the series (if they're really enjoying themselves idk idc) and c) they're a very vocal side of the fandom and i don't like engaging with that kind of energy. this isn't particularly at you or anything, but i really don't care what anyone outside my bubble thinks about one of my favorite series, and i want to continue to enjoy it this way. people are free to feel however they want about something, but i'm not obligated to care or interact with it😅

that being said, renji has been one of my favorite characters ever since my very first interaction with this series back when i was in high school and that hasn't changed over the many re-reads i've done since then, so let's talk about it! sorry if this gets long!

firstly, there is some truth to the "if it weren't for ichigo" part of that sentence, but not in the way they're framing it. the soul society arc as a whole is an arc about distrust & distance, and a lot of it has to do with aizen's subtle manipulations. he turns momo against hitsugaya, turns soul society on a wild goose chase as they try to figure out which shinigami among them killed him.

but it isn't just aizen who's responsible for the distance between the characters. as we all know, byakuya's adoption of rukia created a massive gulf between rukia and renji. to renji, this adoption represented a better life for rukia—something they had always dreamed of when they were children. in fact, their vow to become shinigami has always had a grave weight to it, because both of them suffer from the survivor's guilt of being the only ones among the group who lived while the others died. their desire to become shinigami isn't just about living a better life but to honor their friends who died and carry on their memories. being a shinigami means a LOT to renji and rukia, because so much weight is tied to that decision, and so much was lost in their journey to soul society.

keeping that in mind, renji's feelings are totally reasonable. from his pov, rukia has thrown away every sacrifice they both have made (and the sacrifice he personally made in letting her go), in favor of willingly giving her powers to a teenage boy—a stranger. in fact, renji is first convinced that ichigo STOLE rukia's powers. however, even after learning that she willingly gave ichigo her powers, he still tries to direct any ire away from her and tries to put it all on ichigo. eventually, we learn that renji never thought she'd be executed in the first place and that he'd been counting on byakuya to use his influence and repeal central 46's decision. once he realizes byakuya isn't going to do that, he actively turns against byakuya (and by extension, all of soul society) and begs ichigo to save her, but only because he himself isn't strong enough*. EVEN AFTER THAT, renji heads to sokyoku and is willing to let aizen cut his arms because he refused to let rukia go again.

this refusal, saying he'll never let rukia go again, implies that he had always believed being in byakuya's care would make her immune to any kind of trouble and that, as a brother and her family, byakuya would protect her. he was obviously aware that as a noble, rukia would enjoy the highest power there would be in all of soul society. but once he realized she was going to be executed anyway, he switched sides, so i don't think he was, at any point, intending to "let rukia be executed."

*that being said, had ichigo not been around, would renji even be able to save rukia? considering what i mentioned earlier, probably not! he wasn't strong enough! so yes, there's a chance renji would have "let" rukia be executed, but only after he died trying to save her. then again, by that logic, rukia would have never been in this situation in the first place had it not been for ichigo, so we could also argue that it's ichigo's fault that rukia is about to die, but thankfully we understand how plots work and we understand that ichigo is the protagonist, so we also understand that 90% of the plot would not have worked without ichigo and we won't be making that dumb argument!

so technically yes, ichigo is the catalyst for literally everything that happens, so of course, he's the one that saves rukia—and renji is both aware of this and extremely grateful for it, which is why he is loyal to ichigo the way he is. this is just....character writing. renji is a typical bait-and-switch character who we are initially meant to dislike because he's antagonizing our favorite characters and once we receive context, we realize he's been one of the good guys all along. it's not some big slight to renji to imply that he needed ichigo, because renji doesn't see that as a bad thing, and neither does anyone else because renji and ichigo have the same intentions.

remember how i mentioned earlier that aizen creates distrust? well if aizen drives people apart, ichigo brings them closer together. his outrage is what gets characters like byakuya to question his own rule-worshipping, and his values are what leads to soul society realizing how they're completely focused on the wrong things. his only intention was to save rukia, but he's such a good person that the people around him can't help but be influenced by his values. and because of that, renji and rukia got closer too.

all of this is not even necessarily up for interpretation, since this is all stated quite explicitly in the manga, but um. this is not the first time or first fandom to flanderize a character or ignore plot-important details for shipping reasons, so it doesn't surprise me or interest me! sorry for the long answer, hope this cleared things up!

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

a general guide on how to research things online beyond just looking at a few tweets (this doesn't apply for every single thing you search but i hope it's helpful for anyone researching current events, history, science, or anything that's complex enough to warrant something more than a quick google search):

have inspiration for what you wanna research. doesnt matter where it came from it could be that random tweet you just saw! now, find a source that relates to what that inspiration said

find at least two more sources that are directly related to your first source. i like to use the "two is a coincidence, three is a pattern" rule.

examine the people who created your sources! who wrote them? are there any other prominent figures included? what are their credentials? what is their expertise? do they have enough experience in this topic to be discussing it? you can use these questions as a guideline but please please feel free to diverge. the main thing you wanna see is: is there anyone involved in this source who knows enough about this topic to be talking about it.

examine the places in which your sources are published! what are their biases? are those biases present in these sources? what type of information do they usually release? one question i like to ask is "how badly would they be fucked if they got a major fact wrong" this can range from a blogger who may get a few angry comments, to a writer of a huge news source who could be fired and not hired again for a similar position ever. this can help judge how important fact-accuracy is to that specific source.

☆ 3-4 are good steps to use google a lot, which you can honestly do in any of these steps but these particular ones lend themselves nicely to googling the fuck out of things.

5. analysis time! this is my favorite i love it but it can be a fucking pain especially when you're still figuring it out. basically what you want to know is what are these sources trying to do, what are they actually doing, and how do they tie together. sometimes this is really easy! sometimes all of your sources have the same overarching story, the same fact included, etc. however that's not always the case and sometimes you've gotta dig a little deeper to find those strong connections. and other times you'll have a source you thought was good but it just doesnt fit in, so it's time to scrap it and find a new one. this is your time to be super fucking nitpicky about details in the spirit of high school english classes.

6. now put all that together! you have your sources, you have overarching information you learnt, and possibly some specific information too! now you can share that if you wish or not share it.

"my guinea pig loving friend", you may be asking, "doesn't that mean I'll have less information to share"

abso-fucking-lutely it does, yet the information you do share will be a lot more carefully thought out and most likely better. every piece of information you share has the capacity to affect someone and being mindful about sharing proper info can reduce negative impacts. you will fuck up sometimes and that's super normal however you can avoid fuck ups by being careful about the information you believe and share.

i hope this helped someone! idk if it will this is just shit ive used and i think it works well. i might include an example in a reblog if i can find a topic to base it on sadly i am tired and that's not my problem rn

[fairycosmos]

do you have any advice on how to overcome internalized homophobia? I’m a bi woman but I have a hard time accepting I’m bi, idk I always felt very strongly about gay rights but didn’t realize until recently I actually really like women and it kind of freaked me out….. the dread that wells up within me is actually kind of terrifying. I have conservative parents who are just casually homophobic but I mean they would never physically harm me or directly confront me about being gay but I think their casual indifference and disdain still left a deep impression on me. I had a girlfriend when I was 16 and my then girlfriend’s mom was really homophobic and to this day it’s painful to think about. Also I guess I always pinged as gay to lots of my classmates because at every school I was enrolled in during high school I always got mocked for being gay/into women. Well. I think I’ve always known I’m bi but not until recently did I realize I actually want to be with women. Do you have any advice how to build yourself up after such instances? How do I extend love to myself and accept myself while still remaining closeted and not having any sort of community in my social life…. I want to move out and live with people my age and make queer friends but I don’t even know where to start. I get so jealous seeing other people happy in relationships with supportive communities and families, which makes me a bad person I know but I just wish I had the guts to actually invest time and energy to build the life I want 😭

i'm going to be very real w you i may not be the very best person to ask. yes, i'm a bi woman whose closeted to my family, so we're on the same page as far as that goes, but i think based on this ask thar you're in a bit more of an extreme situation than me. my parents would describe themselves as liberal as far as economic status goes but they've definitely got an implicit bias towards the lgbt community and it has showed ever since i was a kid......i honestly do not know what they would do if they knew i was bisexual, idek if i would have a relationship with them at all. so I find it hard to offer any concrete advice on building yourself up after coming out bc, obviously, i haven't even gotten there myself - i'm out to some friends and stuff but not to family. i think more than anything we're in the same boat, i daydream about moving out and meeting queer friends too, it is a really really difficult position to be in. i wanna say the only thing i've done in the last 2 yrs go sort of expand my horizons is go to gay bars - though i have to get the train for 40 min to get to to one - and try and get in contact with any sort of lgbt support or community, even online.

something i want to impress is that you don't have to talk about your sexuality to anyone unless you're comfortable doing so. for the longest time i felt like i was betraying everyone by not immediately announcing it - being bi - but i've come to learn that is truly just. my business?? and not even a big deal to most ppl??? i often feel so perverted, so wrong, so just like. ashamed of experiencing same-sex attraction, but genuinely - we don't owe that information to anyone unless we decide for ourselves that it's relevant to that particular dynamic. it's really really hard for me to accept, and i still find it hard to even say "i'm bi" out loud. but i think i just want you to know w this message that i at least somewhat get it and that you're not doing anything wrong by just like. being who you are and doing what you can to get by authentically. sending a massive hug your way - if you want to talk about this more, feel free to message me anytime!! x

[ashes-writing]

beautiful | stranger things; j.byers

A/N; Okay, so this started off as kind of following along with the Poison song Fallen Angel, but then it went in an entirely different direction. This one's got a lot of awkward fluff, a little angst and just like.. I decided to leave it where it ended because idk yet if I'll revisit these two like I've done with Steve and his reader or I plan to at some point with Eddie and the new girl reader... I guess we'll just have to see. I wanna throw this out there before I do warnings. There are heavy mentions of reader having a self - esteem issue, maybe even several. It felt a little... Personal for me because to an extent, it's an on-going struggle of mine. So, apologies in advance if the reader is a little more heavily flawed this time around and not quite so vague. And if you struggle with some of the stuff in here, just remember you are beautiful, okay? This is basically just me, using a comfort character of mine to kinda.. comfort people, so if this even resonates a little or helps anybody feel better, I've done what I set out to.

Tag List ; @rampagewriting -- feel free to ignore this bb! There's nobody on my actual stranger things tag list, if you want to be, please click the link below or tell me and I'll add you.

Pairing ; Jonathan Byers x Insecure!Popular!fem reader

Timeline / other stuff ; probably pre season 2. Nancy is mentioned and so is the camera smashing incident.

Warnings ; high mention of self esteem issues , lots of awkward cute little moments. Reader caution - am not glorifying the issues mentioned within, they just happen to be a struggle of my own to an extent. I tried my best to be a bit more vague so as not to set anybody off or trigger anything in anybody reading this. Kissing, because yeah. This is just meant to be sweet and awkwardly fluffy.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || rules - the fandoms and some of the characters I write for || requests - open; headcanons / nsfw or fluffy alphabet letters for any and all fandoms/characters excluding pro wrestling.

The slow creak of his bedroom door opening had Jonathan Byers pausing. The door creaked open just a little more. Laughter bubbled in from the Byers kitchen and eventually, the bed creaked as his little brother Will sat down on the edge, a quiet laugh from the solemn boy finally leading to Jonathan as he looked up from the open textbooks and notebooks spread out in disarray on top of his desk.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“You have a visitor.” Will smiled as he said it, laughing as he added to himself in a lower tone, “She’s really funny.”

For a second, Jonathan could feel a slow and lazy grin forming.

That is, he was about to grin until Will quickly spoke up. “Not Nancy.”

Now this, it puzzled Jonathan Byers because outside of Nancy, he talked to maybe a handful of people at school and that was usually out of dire necessity.

So to have someone show up at his house unannounced, on their own free will… That had him more than a little curious. His mother’s rare laughter bubbled into the open door and almost on cue, Joyce Byers called out to him.

“Jon! Jonathan! Hey, sweetie, you have a visitor!”

Out in the Byers kitchen, you sat at the table with Joyce. You’d been talking, as it turns out, your mothers were close friends at one point in time. It led to Joyce spilling the beans on several teenage misadventures that the two had gotten up together which concluded with Joyce asking you a thousand questions about your own current life. How you were doing, if you had any classes with her eldest son at Hawkins High. And the warmth surrounding you currently really begged to wonder… Why hadn’t you ever considered getting to know the taller, quiet boy with dark eyes and a solemn and almost tragic, haunting smile.

You didn’t know much about him at all, to be quite honest. Well, aside from the reason you found yourself at the Byers residence on this particular lazy fall afternoon.

Jonathan finally walks into the room and you blink a little because up close and personal is not something you’ve ever gotten to the boy. He’s tall, shoulders with a bit of slump to them as if he’s trying to disappear or disguise himself somehow. Like he doesn’t want to be seen or noticed at all.

In return, he blinks at the sight of you, completely decked out in Hawkins High cheerleading garb seated at his dining room table. 

Joyce grins to herself softly and clears her throat. “I’ll just leave you two to talk, okay? But you come back, ___. Anytime you want. And tell your mom I said hi!” and with that, Joyce was gone, vanishing down the hallway and into another part of the house.

You were drowning, lost in the dark depths of his eyes. Kicking yourself because you sought him out, the least you could do was speak now that you’d come all the way out here.

He sits down at the kitchen table. Neither of you are speaking and you can’t help but notice that each silent second passed just makes the air thicker, heavier somehow. It’s driving you crazy, this leads to you finally attempting to speak.

Attempt being the key word because Jonathan actually beats you to it. “How’d you uh… I didn’t think anybody knew where I lived.”

When the soft giggle leaves your mouth you want to melt into stained wooden floorboards. This couldn’t get any more awkward if you tried. The better idea would’ve been to just approach him at school but you’d tried that. 

You just never seemed to cross paths. And the one time you could’ve, Nicole kept distracting you and dragging you off to stare at Billy Hargrove while he was practicing down in the gym. Or any number of other distractions, she just always seemed to pop up the second you’d position yourself outside the darkroom doors.

“I,uh..”

He’s staring at you intently. Waiting.

You want to cringe when you say it but finally, the words come. “I followed you. Then I kinda like…” your fidgeting with the green stripe around the sleeve of your Hawkins High cardigan. How is it you can speak, you’re so loud, so bubbly and vibrant literally anywhere else or any other time but right now you feel like a fish out of water? Like you’re totally out of your depths somehow. Like you want to impress him for a change and not the other way around like you’re used to.

“Look, I chickened out, okay?” the words burst out and you cringe just a little as you’re quick to add, “Not because of you, like.. I don’t know why. I just did.”

He snickers to himself quietly.

“Are you thirsty?”

“No,no.. I’m fine.” you shake your head. And then you finally manage to do it, you finally manage to get out your sole reason for coming out to his house.

Only now, having seen the mysterious boy everybody and their mother called weird or a plethora of other pointless and stupid names up close and personal, you’re not entirely sure that the reason you’ve sought him out is actually the only one.

There’s just something about him.

Quiet. Sturdy. Handsome in a dark and slightly rugged sort of way that normally you’re not at all drawn to.

“You’re like… really big into photography, right?”

He gazes at you warily as he sips water he’s gotten himself from the sink. He sits the glass down on the counter he’s stood in front of and as the back of his hand drags across his mouth you literally have to bite your tongue just to keep some sort of unholy noise from escaping your mouth.

,,No.” you think to yourself with a startled pause, ,,I cannot be getting a crush on him.”

But deep down, you know that’s exactly what’s happening.

“Yeah.” he laughs quietly and the laughter falls away. He’s studying you intently. Curious. Because in his mind, all he keeps thinking about is the way Tommy Hagan and Steve Harrington, two boys you’re known to hang around with, smashed his camera because he had pictures of Nancy.

No amount of explaining himself had made it sound any better.

But they’d ruined an expensive camera, so in his mind, he was wondering if this was some weird attempt at a trick or a prank.

Just so happens, you remember Nicole laughing about what they’d all done to his camera one day during practice and you speak up quickly. “This isn’t what you think, okay? Just.. Hear me out. Please.”

His gaze doesn’t get any less wary but he does step over to the seat he’d been sitting in at the table with you a few seconds prior.

“ I…I wanna put together a portfolio. I told my mom I wanted to do senior photos, like a photoshoot but in reality, Oh god.” you go quiet, a faraway look in your eyes, “I want to get the hell away from Hawkins when I graduate. I wanna go to California. I wanna model. Act. Something. Anything to prove I am good enough and I can do it... Anything is better than staying here.”

He almost dismissed what you were saying as a joke, it had to be, but… There was something about the look in your eyes when you talked about your plans. They just seemed to light up. And he hadn’t ever really seen that out of you before. The vivid color of your eyes seemed to intensify and the giddy little giggle you gave before falling silent, something about it seemed a little too real.

More real than anything he’d ever seen out of you up to this point.

So you’d caught his attention and now he was at least partially humoring it. “Wait.” he asks, “Why not just tell your mom what you’re really doing?”

“Because she tried, ya know. She tried and every door slammed shut in her face. Now if I even breathe the word casting call or audition she shuts it down without giving me a chance. I just..” your gaze settles on the brilliant green stripe around the wrist of your cardigan. “I wanna prove to her I can do it. I have to at least try. Look, I’ll pay you. Anything you want, okay? I’m good for it, my mom’s latest boytoy is loaded.”

“How much?” he questions.

“How much do you want, hm? Nicole said you’re really, really good.”

This prompted a snort because somehow, the fact that she said that and his camera still got smashed just irritated him all over again.

“They were assholes, alright? And I… I said so on more than one occasion.” you fell silent because you felt just a little pathetic, practically begging the guy.

“If I do this..” he starts to speak, adding in a quieter tone seconds later, “This better not be some trick.”

“Jon. It’s not a trick. I followed you to ask you here because I thought like.. I felt like you’d know that if I asked you here instead of just asking you at school.” you mutter the words quietly and Jonathan Byers searches your face for any sign or even a hint that this is somehow another joke or a prank that’ll turn destructive.

When he doesn’t see any sign, he shrugs. “What the hell.” he mutters. “I’ll do it. But it’ll be three hundred bucks.”

Three hundred dollars was exactly how much a the top of the line camera Nikon had just come out with happened to be and he’d still have a little left to get his little brother some art supplies. Three hundred dollars was completely fine with you because your mom told you she’d pay anything if you really wanted to do a little senior photoshoot for yourself, on the grounds that it meant you were leaving all this talk of acting and modeling, auditions and gigs in the past to focus on something real. Nevermind the fact that her continually saying you'd never make it or you didn't have the look being your biggest motivator to try and do that very thing.

Her favorite thing to throw up lately seemed to be that you could really make her happy if you were to meet a nice boy and settle down, stay close to home after you graduate.

She’d even gone as far as to invite the Hagans over when Tommy and Carol broke up and their mothers were gossipping about it in the checkout line down at the grocery store.

It had been a complete disaster. A disaster that had you and Carol currently not speaking because for some reason, she thought you’d try to get with Tommy.

You have no interest in him at all.

But Jonathan Byers, after meeting his mom and his little brother… After finally getting an up close and personal look at him… You’d be lying if you didn’t say there was something there, even if it was just infatuation because he was really, really handsome.

The thoughts racing through your mind were enough to prompt you to lean in and brush your lips to his cheek as you laughed and gave him another soft -and real, smile. “Great!” you’re happy, giggling, a smile so bright that it somehow makes the dim lighting in the room just a little brighter, “Maybe this weekend?”

Jonathan mulled it over. “Yeah, that’ll work.”

“I’ll bring you the money as soon as you want it.”

“Wait until the pictures are developed.” he mutters, but you’re just so thrilled that he’ll do this for you that you’d agree to anything. “Some of the pictures might be a little, uh.. Risky. You’re okay with it, right?” you toss the question in casually because it hadn’t occurred to you to ask before he agreed to do what you’re asking.

He shrugs and for just a split second, you feel a little deflated because here you are, sitting at his dining table fighting some strange sort of pull to him and he just shrugs off the fact that he might be photographing you in some… more intimate type poses. It stings a little but you tell yourself it’s simply because you’ve been lucky enough to never really have struggled with rejection being a possibility. Boys tended to flock to you, and it wouldn’t be bragging to say it. It was the truth and sometimes, the truth wasn’t as pretty or as good as people assumed it might be. The fact that you’ve never really dealt with rejection also came with the downside that  you were constantly treated like an object. Dated because you were arm candy and you tended to make whichever boy dated you briefly look just a little better because obviously, he could pull you. It bothered you because this made actually having a relationship pointless and it soured you on nearly half the boys in your grade by this point.

They didn’t want you because you were you, they wanted you because you were pretty with the right makeup and being with you would probably make them look good to whatever girl they’d go on to have real feelings for.

That really hurt.

You shoulder through the moments of pain and you stand. “I’ll see you this weekend.”

“Where?” he calls out just as you reach the Byers front door.

You pause and look back at him. “You’re the one with the good eye. You can pick the location.” you smile as you say it and this time, your smile makes him smile just a little bit.

Then you’re gone, leaving him to stand in the middle of his mother’s kitchen and wonder exactly what he’s gotten himself into. He happens to glance over at Will to find Will barely hiding a laugh. Jonathan grumbles and sinks down into one of the old wooden ladderback chairs at the table as he leans his head back.

“Does this mean you’re finally going to get over Nancy?”

Jonathan snorts. “Girls like that don’t go for guys like me. And this might all be some kind of trick.”

“What?” Will asks softly.

“Well..” Jonathan replays the entire interaction in his mind. “She wants me to take pictures of her. For a portfolio or something and for next year for the yearbook. Those photos at the end?”

“Is she paying you?”

“Yeah.”

“So it’s a job, right?” Will asks.

“Mhm.”

“ I still think she’s prettier than Nancy. And she made you smile. Maybe you could get to know her?” Will mused with a shrug as he wandered out of the kitchen and back into his room.

– ( the weekend )

You’re nervous as hell as you pull your car to a stop beside his. He said he’s got two locations in mind for the photos and one of them is the quarry.

He’s sitting in his car with The Smiths playing full blast so he doesn’t see you when your mom’s Mercedes pulls to a stop next to him, Madonna playing as you frantically try to reapply your makeup and survey yourself in the rearview mirror.

The makeup made you pretty. 

The knock on your window has you jumping a little, a hand to your heart as you roll down the window. Jonathan’s staring down at you intently. Like he wants to say something but he doesn’t. “Are you ready?” he asks quietly.

All you can do is nod because you’re drowning in his stupid deep and dark eyes all over again. It’s something that’s happened a lot throughout the week because you came away from that first little encounter with him almost painfully aware of him.

And at least twice during the week leading up to this moment, you’d actually had a run-in with him. A run-in which Nicole openly remarked left her sexually frustrated somehow, as if the intense staredown between you and him or the way he’d reached out to grab hold of your waist when you weren’t paying attention in the parking lot and nearly wandered right out into a vehicle about to fly past which resulted in you being pressed up against him for at least two seconds that felt like an entire lifetime… She blamed her current sexual frustration on both your run-ins with Jonathan.

Of course, Carol was relieved because this meant you weren’t a threat to her attempting to get Tommy back. And, she gloated after practice yesterday, it gave her something to throw in Nancy’s face.

It was Tommy and two other boys from the basketball team who had very loud and vocal problems with your suddenly taking notice of Jonathan Byers.

And they hadn’t shut their yaps about said problems for the entire week after you were overheard telling Nicole and Tina what you’d hired Jonathan to do.

But none of the above is really relevant, you just can’t seem to get it off your mind. And you could still feel the way his arms gripped your waist to drag you out of the path of incoming doom in the form of a lime colored Pinto with the tag BEANR69 even now, when he’s standing on the outside of your car, patiently waiting on you to pull yourself together.

“I..This looks okay, right?” you turn in front of him in the first outfit you’d chosen, a simple and gauzy white sundress that stopped above your knees and tied at the shoulders. Your cousin told you that the ‘hometown girl’ vibe was something that she heard agents ate right up.

So that was the aura that you hoped the first outfit gave off.

Jonathan surveyed it carefully, brows knit together as his eyes settled on your made up face. “The makeup kind of kills it.” he admits quietly, an apology mumbled almost a second immediately after. “You… you don’t really need it, right?” he asks.

Your mouth opens and closes because you’re not exactly sure how to answer.

“You don’t want me to take it off.” you insist before going quiet.

“At least like… Blot the lipstick.” Jonathan’s shuffling his feet as one of his hands drags through shaggy dark hair. You take a deep breath and you fix your eyes on him with uncertainty. “Are you…” you stammer as you gaze up at him in confusion, “ Are you sure you want me to do that?”

Asking you to take off the makeup might well have been asking you to pose nude because as far back as at least eighth grade, you hadn’t let anybody see you without it. If you were to really stop and think about it, eighth grade was probably the first time someone commented that you’d look so much better with makeup. The comments that followed, well… They sort of formed the basis of your firm belief that makeup was what made you prettiest.

You’re fidgeting nervously. The realization as it’s dawning on you is not comfortable at all. It’s kind of unsettling now that you’re aware just how much of yourself you actually hide away.

Jonathan’s brow raises. And he finds himself wondering why in the hell you seem so afraid to just take off the makeup.

You don’t need it, he thinks to himself as he’s standing there in front of you. While you’re squirming under his gaze he’s just slowly looking you up and down, taking you in. Baffled by this new revelation he’s having, that you might actually be afraid to be seen without makeup.

And wondering just how in the hell that particular quirk came about. Who did it to you? Who made you feel like you needed makeup otherwise, you weren’t pretty at all? Was it one of the assholes you were always seen around school and town with? 

Somehow, just the hint that it might have been had him tensing up. Clenching his fist at his side.

“The dress kind of clashes with your face, okay? That dress doesn’t make me think…” he goes quiet, rubbing a hand over his head. Stepping just a little closer to you as he stares down. “It’s just makeup. Look, you don’t actually need it, alright?” Jonathan insists calmly. But he doesn’t elaborate and in your mind, this leaves just a smidgeon of doubt. He’s never seen you without it, therefore, he can’t know.

Your head tilts slightly as you gaze up at him and he has to swallow down a lump in his throat when the breeze picks up and it sends the sugary sweet scent of whatever perfume you always wear enveloping him. Making him think of hugs. Fresh baked cookies. The way it felt when he stopped that stupid idiot in the Pinto from almost running you over in the parking lot of Hawkins High because he hadn’t been able to get the feeling of your body under his hands out of his head all week long.

Arguably, he’s distracted. Words are not coming.

“H-how do you really know though?” You ask the question quietly. 

“You’re the one who told me I could choose. If you want the picture to be any good…” he rubs his temple.  

He goes quiet because he doesn’t know what to do with this situation.

He’s being patient. Gentle as can be because apparently, this is a delicate situation.

He’d never stopped to consider you actually had non-existent confidence. Not you with the loud laugh who talks with her hands and has no problem speaking her mind or standing up for somebody like he saw you do around Wednesday of the week past when he saw you read Nicole for filth because she was picking on one of the quieter freshman girls.

Now that he knew about it though, the pesky feelings.. Thoughts and urges he’d been dealing with all week as a fallout from you seeking him out to hire him to do this… Those feelings and thoughts and all those urges were getting stronger. More realistic. More dominant in his mind and harder to ignore as a result.

You took a shaky breath. “Okay, alright. I trusted you enough to ask you to do this. You can’t.. Uh.. Don’t laugh or anything, alright?” you attempt a weak smile so he won’t sense that it really bothers you to do what you’re about to, what he’s asked you to, but it does and you’re up in arms about it because it feels like you’re exposing more of yourself than you will be if you make it to the swimsuit shots at any point in the foreseeable future.

You open the door to your car and lean back in, digging around for a napkin from the diner downtown. You wipe away over half of the lipstick and you grab another napkin or two to calm down the intensity of the rest of your makeup.

And it takes you just a little too long to pull yourself together enough to get out of the car because all you can think is that you feel so naked. Vulnerable.

,, But I trust him, I think.” the thought comes by surprise, serving to reassure you just a little.

Jonathan can’t take his eyes off of you and for a good second or two, he can’t really form words right. But he gives you one of those little smiles and you take a deep breath. “Better?” you ask.

“Yeah. Lots. C’mon, I’ll show you where I want to set up first. We’ve gotta get down there now though because the good light will be gone soon.” -it’s the most he’s ever said to you and seeing him get downright giddy over lighting and angles makes you smile to yourself as you follow him down the steep hill leading down to the quarry banks. You nearly trip because you’re  distracted by him and how happy he is at the moment  and his arm shoots out, wrapping around your waist just before you manage to stumble forward.

You both pause. All you can do is stare up at him. He’s staring right back at you, too. And his arm is still wrapped around you tight. He chuckles, the sound is tentative, a little husky. Just like his voice, you think to yourself, the perfect mix of gravel and velvet.

“Are you okay?” he questions, gazing down at you in concern.

“Y-yeah.” you manage to stammer. What you don’t manage to do is take your eyes off of him. No matter what you try.

There’s something about the way the light is hitting you and the look in your eyes. The way the natural sunlight overhead forms this hazy halo round you, it prompts Jonathan to release his hold on your body and step away, his camera raised. 

“What are you doing?” you’re laughing and you shuffle your feet against the sandy path. You’re doing this cute little thing where you fidget and he smirks as the camera clicks soft, the picture of you saved onto the roll.

Given his recent history of taking pictures, he knows that making his own copy might not be the best idea, but he also knows somehow that he’ll wind up doing it. For the memories.

You’re standing in front of him again, your bodies bump together softly. The photoshoot is slowly working itself to the back of your mind, much to your surprise.

But it’s what you asked him to do and given the way he seems totally disinterested in you, you try to put all your own silly thoughts out of your head.

To keep it professional.

He’s the photographer and you’re his subject for the next few days.

But deep down, you’re starting to feel like maybe you want more.

– ( a few hours later )

The little photoshoot had ended hours ago and for some reason, you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to go back home.

You felt more at home at the Byers place.

It was something that shocked you completely, but it was the truth.

You stood in the middle of Jonathan’s room, dragging a pastel colored nail over the stack of cassettes piled high on top of a pretty impressive stereo setup. Jonathan is sitting in the chair at his desk and he’s trying to finish up an assignment that you finished the day it was given.

His shoulders are tensed and every now and then the pencil falls from his hand to the book open in front of him as he raises his hand to massage his temple.

He’s so fucking handsome all you can do is steal looks. You want to do more but…you manage to stop yourself.

If the urge to touch him got any stronger you might as well sit on your own hands. Neither of you had really said much to each other, he’d just kind of accepted your lingering presence at his place after he finished photographing you earlier.

You finally just can’t resist anymore and you wander over to the desk he sits at, placing your hands on his shoulders gently.

Without a word, you start to massage his shoulders. Jonathan glances up at you with a brow raised but his eyes fix on your cute little lips and the long-faded red stain.

The thought is hazy, half-formed. And the words come out before he’s able to stop them.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Your hands hesitate at his shoulders and you bite your lip as you shake your head No. You laugh it off but he’s staring harder. You try to turn your attention back to the massage you’re giving his shoulders, but you can’t focus on it.

“Why’s it so hard t’ believe, hm?” the question comes out in all it’s intrusive glory before he can stop himself from asking. You shrug.

“It just is. I-I.. I can’t explain it.” you stammer, shrugging almost apologetic.

“If it’s the jerks you date saying you need makeup..” Jonathan goes quiet, grumbling to himself about it being none of his business as his words die away.

“No, it’s actually more of a me thing. Kind of.” you admit quietly, shrugging. “All I ever hear is… Nevermind. It’s dumb.”

But he’s staring at you. Waiting on you to finish whatever you were about to say. Rather than actually try to, you nod to the open notebook in front of him. “I.. I can help you, y’know. I already finished mine.”

He shrugs. You move to sit on top of the desk and you turn to pick up the textbook. After scanning the page, you find the paragraph the answer is hiding out in and you hold it out to him. “That’s what the question is asking about. I had to read the same page ten times to find it myself.”

“Oh.” Jonathan writes down the answer expected out of him and then he places the pen on his notebook and he’s staring up at you. You squirm around a little but you’re staring right back. And then you start to lean in before you can stop yourself from doing it. Jonathan starts to lean in too and as soon as you pick up on it, your heart is thumping away lazy at your ribcage as you feel your breath come out in a soft and shaky exhale. 

You’re a long time away from having had your first kiss, there have been many since but somehow this feels different. Vivid and real. Exciting. You’re nervous, too. For the first time in a long time, you’re not just going through the motions because it’s what somebody else wants or what’s expected.

No, you want to kiss Jonathan Byers.

More than you realized.

The tip of his nose bumps against your nose and you giggle quietly as you lean down, into him a little closer. Your fingers curl in the front of a dingy white tee shirt and you use that to pull him in even closer. He moves the chair so that he’s sitting right in front of you and one of his hands settles on your thigh, the pad of his thumb making lazy strokes against the gauzy fabric of the little sundress. Your mouths finally meet and at first it’s clumsy; tentative. A little awkward because this is not something either of you were counting on.

But then you’re gripping the front of his shirt tighter and your soft lips latch against his slightly chapped ones. He groans quietly, his mouth falling open to allow you easier access and the hand resting against your thigh squeezes it.

You spring apart abruptly when you heard the knob on his bedroom door rattling and you’re panting for your next breath, staring at him with wide eyes. Jonathan turns in the chair and calls out, “Yeah?”

His little brother peeks in. “Mom wanted t’ know if your friend was staying for supper.”

You start to say you will but you stop yourself. Jonathan gazes up at you intently. Then he nods, giving his brother a lopsided smile. “Yeah. If she wants to.” he glances up and you smile at the little boy in the doorway brightly. “I’d love to.” you answer, laughing softly.

The bedroom door bangs shut softly.

For at least a minute, neither of you can really say anything. You speak up because you’re about to apologize for some reason but Jonathan cuts you off, mid-sentence.

“I’m not sorry I did that, okay? I know you probably didn’t..” he goes quiet. You grip his jaw and tug his gaze upward. “I’m not sorry either.” you admit with a soft laugh. “I meant to do it. I wanted to, alright?”

He laughs and you’re pouting at him. “What?”

“Well, this is kind of a cliche, I mean… Photographer and his subject?” Jonathan shrugs but the laughter dies away. You slip off the desk and into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lean against him. “You realize that implies something, yeah?”

“If you want it to…” Jonathan mumbles as he makes you look up at him. “Do you?”

You smile and nod. “Mhm.”

He grins and lets you melt against him. And for a minute or two, he attempts to finish the remaining questions on his worksheet but with you melted against him and your warm breath tickling that one spot on his neck it’s easier said than done. He shuts the notebook and his hands catch against your face as he pulls you in for another kiss.

Deeper this time.

“I wasn’t kidding earlier.. Y’know, when I said you didn’t need it… The makeup, I mean. Whoever told you that you do was probably jealous.” as he says it, he drags the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip and you sit there, letting what he’s just said sink in.

You want to believe him but your way of thinking is a hard one to break.

He seems to pick up on your apprehension because he mumbles quieter, “Look.. I want you. The real you. That’s the only way this is gonna work. Can you try? I mean.. Do you want to?”

You nod and it’s shy. Tentative. You give him a weak smile. “I’ll try. I mean it.”

[femmesandhoney]

hiii idk if you’ve been asked this before but what is your favorite song on lana’s new album?? for me it’s definitely either margaret or the grants, also what is your favorite album of hers? cuz i’d say her most popular songs are from born to die (summertime sadness) and ultraviolence (brooklyn baby) (which are both amazing albums actually- old money/sad girl/cruel world/fucked my way to the top/black beauty etc and dark paradise/blue jeans/carmen/this is what makes us girls/ are definitely some of my favs of hers and all own my heart completely…) but also i feel like some of her other albums are so underrated.. i especially love chemtrails over the country club, (wild at heart is another all time favorite) honeymoon, and norman fucking rockwell. but yeah anyways i wanna know your opinions!!

to save you time im just gonna list some of my favorite songs off each of her albums, because i'm truly a fan of all her albums and music. ofc there are some albums and songs i gravitate to less frequently, but i still enjoy them lots. in no particular order,

born to die + paradise

lucky ones

american

this is what makes us girls

off to the races

lolita

without you

(okay i enjoy paradise a lot it seems lmao) i think born to die is somewhat underrated by new fans who just listen to the basics and don't actually give love and attention to all the other bangers, it's like a weird paradox on tik tok

UV

florida kilos

shades of cool

money glory power

west coast

i took longer to get into this album than you may expect. really caught me off guard sound wise after listening to BTD and Honeymoon. it's good, i'm in the mood for it more often than not, but i also wouldn't list it as the top of my list. i think a lot of "fans" of lana have this era of her locked in their minds and she fights to escape it. it's a curious album to me for that reason, i try to understand what's so intriguing about it to make people keep her locked in their minds as a young twenty something women in abusive relationships.

honeymoon

terrence loves you

god knows i tried

honeymoon

swan song

i personally think honeymoon is a no-skip perfect album, i really love each song and listen to it through and through. i took to this album immediately as a teenager and i find it so comforting. if i ever was held at gunpoint and told to for real pick a favorite album in its entirety, i would probably say honeymoon.

lust for life

in my feelings

white mustang

free

heroin

cherry

13 beaches

i took foreverrrrr to sink into this album, way longer than UV, i think it was my final mental block into becoming a solid fan of lana as an artist and not just her music. i began to appreciate her lyricism, her creativity, her commitment to be authentic in her art with this album and it carries me as a fan of hers today. the genre switch up from her other albums stumped me for ages and eventually i just sat down and listened to it on repeat until it was less intimidating and i could appreciate it in full. not her best album stretch or anything, but some amazing iconic and gorgeous songs

norman fucking rockwell

bartender (if i could marry a song, it would be this)

how to disappear

venice bitch

fuck it i love you

i really enjoy this album, but i actually don't gravitate to many of the songs as individuals. as a cohesive piece of art, it's insanely good. she should have won AOTY for it. no one is doing it like lana. she's always ahead of her time.

chemtrails over the country club

tulsa jesus freak (my beloved)

white dress

chemtrails over the country club

yosemite

dark but just a game

this album took me a bit longer to love all the songs, but lana is such a beautiful lyricist it won me over. i also think the first 3 songs on this album are probably her most perfect opening stretch. some of my all time favorite songs of hers, but the album itself i don't rank as my highest or anything

blue banisters

nectar of the gods (top tier)

wildflower wildfire

text book

thunder

black bathing suit

i actually really loved this album pretty quick, it's the sister to COTCC but it really does have a completely different vibe, idk how lana does it

did you know there's a tunnel under ocean blvd

taco truck x VB (i had this shit on REPEAT)

jon batiste interlude

kintsugi

A&W

i'm glad she's getting recognition for this album, it's sort of a cumulation of the journey she's had since chemtrails and i think it's such a solid beautiful work

[aroacemisha]

About Me & The Blog!

Hi! My name is Misha (he/him). I’m a queer Russian artist and writer [art & writing tag: #misha’s creative stuff; original characters/stories tag: #misha’s original stuff]. Born in February 10, 2004. I’m also an atheist and likely neurodivergent.

I also like The Owl House. I have an AU [tag: #retired leaders au]! It’s focused on Belos, Steven (the AU version of Steve), Hunter and Kiki, aka the Wolf Fam, and they’re the characters with the most significant changes. More info about the AU can be found under the #rlau info tag. It’s a good uncle AU btw.

Small summary: The Day of Unity turned out to be a massive disaster, and once Belos finally returned from being stuck in the Human Realm with Hunter and the Hexsquad, he publicly admitted to his lies and resigned. The other highest ranking members of the EC - Hunter, Steven and Kiki - left with him, hence the AU’s name, and the Empire dissolved.

Some more info about the AU can be found in this post. I’ll make a proper, better structured info post eventually.

[Edit]: Since I changed my username, the link in the long thread no longer works. Here is the updated link.

If you’d like to ask anything, whether it’s about me or my content, or if you just want to say something to me, feel free to send an ask!

I have a positivity tag: “#positivity”, and I’ll link it here if you wanna scroll through it.

I’m not really into n$fw content, but some (mostly mild) stuff might show up, mainly in text form or character dialogue. I tag non graphic/less graphic stuff with “#cw: suggestive”, and more graphic stuff with “#nsft stuff”, though I’m not 100% sure on where the line is for me.

(I also try to tag triggers, generally with “#cw: [thing]”, like “cw: flashing” or “cw: blood”, and some are censored like “cw: sui mention” and “cw: sa mention”. If there’s anything you’d like me to tag, send me an ask)

A few more things, in no particular order:

Do not repost/reupload people’s art without permission. If you like an artist’s work and want to have it on your blog, press the “reblog” button (the recycle looking button). If you want to share it on a different platform, just don’t, unless the artist gives you permission. Or just post a link to the work instead of the work itself!

And stop with the “idk who made it, I found it on Google” bs - don’t post the work you found, and if you want to share it, do reverse image search and find the author and share their work the proper way instead of stealing. Have the bare minimum of respect for the creator.

“Do not repost” also applies to downloading someone’s work, tracing or editing it, and then posting that version. It’s fine to trace art as a form of study/learning, but only if you either keep it to yourself and don’t post it, or you get the artist’s permission to post the traced/edited version.

Please tag your ships when you post content with them. It helps people who like it find it, and helps people who dislike it avoid it by filtering the tag. This includes “OC x canon” stuff (tag the specific OC/ship btw, not just “OC x canon”), “s3lf insert x canon”, and I’d say especially “x read3r”, or frankly, any kind of read3r insert stuff, even if it’s not ship.

Pr0shippers will get blocked. “Pr0shippers/anti-antis/c0mship/pr0fic” or whatever you call yourselves, get out. If you treat p3do and inc3st relationships as some kind of “cute/fun tropes”, or you willingly associate with people who do, I want nothing to do with you. This includes people who ship distant relatives (you are still shipping relatives and doing so knowingly)

No, this does not mean I’m some kind of puritan who doesn’t want dark topics to ever be touched on in media, it just means I think they shouldn’t be watered down into a “cute/fun trope” and should be approached with sensitivity.

If you’re an exclusionist, you’re not welcome here. This includes people who tag “queer” as “q slur”, as well as label and pronoun policers. There will be people whose identities you don’t understand, and that’s fine, leave them alone. Stop doing our oppressors’ work for them. Queer discourse also comes and goes every few months and it’s always the same “trust me bro my exclusionism is totally legit this time bro this group of queer people is totally evil and harmful bro just trust me”

“Tme/tma” (transmisogyny exempt/affected), are meaningless labels that do nothing but cause infighting within the trans community about who has it “worse”, or who has “privilege”, when no one does. A violent anti-trans bigot is not going to ask your pronouns before assaulting you if they perceive you as trans (or any kind of queer). Drop the labels if you use them. Also read this post by an intersex person.

If you attack people for criticizing cops, billionaires, large corporations, etc, gtfo. Go lick those boots elsewhere.

Russia/Putin stans/apologists are also not welcome here. Same for those who are “neutral” or think that “both sides are bad” (no they are not). And if you’re one of those people who act like Ukraine has no autonomy and is only resisting because the West is pushing it to do so, sincerely, go fuck yourself.

That’s about it I think. Though remember that you won’t fully know all of my beliefs from a couple sentences or even a couple paragraphs.

(Edit: For TOH fans, filter “#huntl0w negative” if you don’t like seeing negativity towards the ship. I try not to mention it much, but occasionally I voice or reblog criticisms of the writing (it’s pretty bad if it’s meant to be romantic), and some behavior from particularly aggressive fans. Btw in case you’re wondering, no, I don’t like L*nter, they are a canonically familial relationship)

[This post gets updates sometimes]

[butchwaifu]

Hello! Idk if this is gonna tank or not but I wanna give it a try; I made an arknights oc ask game! Feel free to reblog and use!

1) Are they a doctorsona? An operatorsona? Or just a regular oc?

2) What's their code name?

3) Do you have a picture/ref of them?

4) Do they partake in fights? As an observer or someone directly in battle?

5) What do they provide to the base of Rhodes Island?

6) Speaking of Rhodes Island, do they have any history with Reunion?

7) Do they even live on base? Temporarily or have they moved in permanently?

8) Do they have a class? An archetype/subclass?

9) Do they have oripathy? How noticeable is it? Any powers related to it?

10) What's their race?

11) Who's their favorite cook on the base?

12) Anyone they're friendly with? Why?

13) Antagonistic with? Why?

14) Rivals? Why?

15) Anyone you ship them with? Why?

16) Give a summary of their background.

17) Screw summaries; go insane.

18) Post a meme you have on your phone that summarizes them perfectly. No context.

19) Provide context, now.

20) What's their favorite food?

21) What would it take to promote them? A second time? How would they thank you?

22) How many stars are they worth?

23) If they had a skin what would be the theme? What would it look like?

24) What's a quote you'd unlock after gaining 50 trust?

25) 75 trust?

26) 100 trust?

27) 150 trust?

28) 200 trust?

29) What is their token?

30) What piece of furniture would be associated with them?

31) Are they apart of any premade teams? Or, do you have to make one up for them? Do they just work at Rhodes Island point blank?

32) How do they get along with their teammates?

33) What's their villain arc?

34) What's their hero arc?

35) Do they share their room with anyone?

36) Do they have a companion? A little guy? Some abomination? You know, a little pet-?

37) Where do they want to vacation?

38) What culture are they in love with?

39) If they could kill one person without any repercussions, would they?

40) Who would it be?

41) In what part of the story do you think they'd show up?

42) How would they influence the story?

43) Forgetting who they get and don't get along with, who do they kill it on with in missions?

44) Are they better at handling missions solo? In pairs? Groups?

45) What's their favorite kind of mission?

46) What are their strengths?

47) Weaknesses?

48) What are they looking to improve on?

49) Does anyone have a crush on them?

50) How old are they?

51) How do they pass time?

52) What are their hobbies?

53) What will they outright refuse to do to pass time or take up as a hobby? Why?

54) Are they good with kids?

55) Are they good with teens?

56) How are they with adults?

57) How do they treat their elderly?

58) Are they respectful? Disrespectful? Do they mean to come off that way?

59) Are they artistic? What's an artistic outlet of theirs?

60) In fact, what's an outlet of theirs in general?

61) Do they collect anything?

62) Can they cook?

63) Are they tech illiterate? Tech savvy? Got any stories about that?

64) Do they avoid the medbay/clinic?

65) What's the worst injury they've sustained? How has it affected them?

66) What does their initial profile say?

67) Clinical analysis (25 trust)?

68) Archive file 1 (50 trust)?

69) Archive file 2 (100 trust)?

70) Archive file 3 (150 trust)?

71) Archive file 4 (200 trust)?

72) Promotion record?

73) Do they keep a notebook on them? What's in it?

74) Do they have anything sentimental on their person?

75) Would do they admire? On base, off base?

76) Did they ever start off on the wrong foot with someone and are on good terms now? How and why?

77) What skills do they have? What happens when you level them up?

78) What's their favorite drink?

79) Do they frequent the bar? With anyone in particular?

80) If they could change classes or subclasses what would they change? If they had to?

81) What cheers them up?

82) What pisses them off?

83) Do they believe people with oripathy should be treated kindly? If not, why?

84) If they don't have oripathy, how would they react to becoming infected with it?

85) Are they any decent at paperwork? "I'd rather you just stick me with Doberman"?

86) In fact, did Doberman train them in any way?

87) How would they do in a basic training setting?

88) How many years of combat experience do they have? In Rhodes Island and out?

89) What are they striving for?

90) What would their tags be for a recruit?

91) Could you headhunt them?

92) How else could you obtain them?

93) Would you be thrilled to have them on your team lineup? Or would they just be there to rack up trust every mission?

94) What color pen do they use to fill out paperwork?

95) If you unlocked a story after enough trust gained and promotions what would it be about? Who would be in it? Where does it take place? Details, details.

96) Have they seen Noir Corne without his mask?

97) Who would voice them?

98) What is their stats (physical strength, mobility, physiological endurance, etc)?

99) Any noteworthy quotes you don't have to unlock?

100) What's their actual name?

[goopatnight]

— ( ♡ ) : welcome to my nsft selfship blog <3

— ( dni ) : pro/comship, minors (& ageless blogs), uncomfy w nsft stuff, non selfship ppl.

— ( PLEASE interact ) : my fellow (18+) horny lil self shippers <3

about me

myziam/myz/goop, 19, transmasc nb creature thing (they/he), & horny as hell for my f/o’s rhwjrhwheh

i interact from @moon-roam, n my main sfw selfship blog is @goopships :> my f/o list is in my pinned post there if u wanna look at it

more info below the cut!

rules / misc ??

lichrally this blog is gonna be nothing but nsft selship content, mostly f/o imagines i write, reblogs n occasionally maaaaaybe some of me talking ab and being horny over my f/o’s ^_^

kind of a free for all here except for a few things: no dark (n*ncon, d*bcon, proship-type) content, feet, scat, piss etc. we can get silly and weird but those are absolute nono’s. more will be added to this if i think of anything else.

on another note, here r my absolute yesyes’s: errmm dom/sub dynamic, rough type stuff like choking, (light) name calling/degradation, knifeplay, spanking/biting/spitting, occasionally breeding probably, n maybe light bondage?? and ofc polyship nsft content bc the more the merrier >_<

i have a couple non-human/monster f/o’s so expect that kind of stuff once in a while n if it makes u uncomfy block the tag “#( ♡ ) : creature of the night” also see my tagging system!

if u like what i post feel free to send an ask or reblog n add ur thoughts <3

SEND ASKS!!!! RRAAAAHHHH

however. if. for some reason someone ever wanted to include pics/gifs in an ask or dm or anything idk man but pls avoid irl p*rn, n just keep it limited to drawn/animated stuff. i probably don’t need this rule but. just in case lol

i said it once, i’ll say it again. no pro/comshippers, and no minors.

my tagging system

#( ♡ ) : goopy imagines — my own posts/imagines/writings/wtv

#( ♡ ) : creature of the night — monster/non-human related stuff

#( ♡ ) : goopy thoughts — horny blurbs w/o plot or too much detail

#( ♡ ) : goop stinkies — stuff ab my own f/o’s specifically (i call em my stinks/stinkies <3)

more to be added!! n i’ll also tag or at least put warnings for harder kinks

if i missed anything i should tag or you want anything tagged for you so that you can filter a particular sort of content send me an ask or a dm <3

— ( cr ) : dripping divider - @/benkeibear

[krakrac]

1 5 10 15 for oc(s) of ur choosing ?

number 1 is already answered in the previous ask, feel free to check out my insane conlanger ramblings 💥💥

5. What’s their favorite type of weather? Do they like to do anything specific on days when the weather is how they like it?

Nyr was raised in the arctic/sub-arctic and he naturally prefers generally colder weather except in his eyes it's warm (he loves arctic summers but mind you they are arctic summers). As for the other arctic extreme, the winter, he doesn't mind freezing temps at all, he actually finds them quite refreshing. Generally speaking, he likes sunny weather the most no matter the season.

Yrsk simply doesn't give a fuck and is content as long as he is not literally freezing his ass off. Which is ironic given that he plans on living with Nyr in his very cold homeland. Unlike Nyr, he handles warm temperatures well, although he found the heat of the Sorkish desert during the day really challenging sometimes.

Hara is in the same situation as Yrsk and Snori goes into both extremes – appreciates both cold and hot weather, loves both rain and the sun.

10. What’s their favorite time of day?

Nyr likes the dawn and the dusk the most. He finds them way more relaxing than the night which feels too silent and lonely for him.

On the other hand, Yrsk prefers the night. Even though he normally can't sit still and has to Do Things to not explode out of boredom, he finds comfort in the silence of the night when he can finally force himself to rest. Positive association probably plays a role as a lot of Sorkish festivities he attended were held in the night when the desert cooled down.

Idk about Snori and Hara really. No particular time of day comes to mind so i guess they wouldn't have a preferred one.

15. How do they type? Do they use emojis? Do abbreviate and shorten words?

They don't, the sillies canonically can't read nor write (except Hara and Snori). At least for now, but in any case Nyr didn't need it ever, everything was passed down by oral tradition in his homeland, and Yrsk can barely read text because he gets extremely frustrated by his dyslexia every time anyone tries to teach him and just gives up.

But i wanna pull out modern AU here, so:

Nyr would use proper punctuation and diacritics, but probably only in miniscule (the gay typing is real), and he would always try to write everything crystal clear. i think he would love emoticons and kaomoji

Yrsk would be the polar opposite, i think his texts would be borderline incomprehensible because he would type fast and wouldnt check if he even makes sense (now combine that with the dyslexia), though for some reason Nyr would be so used to it that he would be able to read it without trouble (me when im reading the ancient texts (yrsk is just asking whether we want to order pizza for dinner)). Probably would use like three emojis at most.

Hara and Snori would probably be very tame in this regard. Hara would have an emoji for every situation, Snori would have a silly reaction pic for every situation.

[kissatoru]

⊱ ─── ✧ 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 ✧ ─── ⊰

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

✦ MINORS BEWARE! — my work is not intended for, nor am i comfortable with it being read by people under 18. i obviously can’t control who reads my writing, but i do ask that if you’re a minor, please do not interact with me or my posts. if i catch you, you’re getting BLOCKED!

✦ INBOX ETIQUETTE — i do not take requests, but i’m always open to suggestions, thirsts or even just a chat, especially if you want to talk about shared faves or attack on titan! all i ask is that you don’t vent without warning or traumadump. any rude or entitled asks will be deleted and spam, harassment or anything that goes against my boundaries will result in an instant block.

✦ OOH, A SECRET ADMIRER?! — anons are welcome yayy! feel free to drop by and claim an emoji, name or whatever you wanna idk. current anons: 🧸

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𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

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✦ NO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS — i’ll only ever write for characters who are already legal adults or have a canon timeskip. that’s just what i prefer, so please keep it in mind when sending in thirsts/suggestions!

╰┈➤ 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

✦ DOMINANT — i might write sub!reader if i feel like it, but probably not often. it depends entirely on my mood and the character. in general though, i’d like thirsts and suggestions to be dom!reader only please.

✦ GENDER-NEUTRAL — since i’m non-binary myself, i will always use they/them pronouns for the reader in my writing, regardless of anatomy.

✦ NON-SPECIFIC — unless it’s the focus of a scenario ( e.g. tall!reader for a size difference kink ), i prefer to keep the physical appearance of my reader ambiguous.

✦ TOP/BOTTOM — i have a slight preference for top!readers but i enjoy and do write bottom!reader as well.

✦ AMAB/AFAB — i’m comfortable writing for both female and male anatomy, but it isn’t always relevant, and if possible/i want to, it’ll be ambiguous/open to interpretation. sometimes the reader is written with a particular anatomy in mind, but if this is the case, it will be mentioned in the cws.

╰┈➤ 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 & 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

note: subject to change + faves in bold<3

✦ SNK — eren jaeger, armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, reiner braun, pieck finger, floch forster, levi ackerman, hange zoë

✦ JJK — satoru gojo, kento nanami, shoko ieiri, toji fushiguro

✦ KNY — mitsuri kanroji, tengen uzui, kyojuro rengoku, giyuu tomioka, aizetsu

✦ HQ — shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, toru oikawa, kotaro bokuto, kenma kozume

✦ MISC — keigo takami, aki hayakawa

╰┈➤ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

note: anything not listed, you are welcome to enquire about!

☑ WHAT I DO WRITE — praise kink, degradation kink, edging, overstimulation, ruined orgasms, bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, dacryphilia, corruption kink/virgin!character, size kink, dumbification, pet play, hybrids, anal play, rimming, pegging, feminisation, mild sadism and masochism

☐ WHAT I MAY WRITE — breeding ( as long as it’s not reader being ‘bred’ ), mommy/daddy kink ( with reader being called mommy/daddy ), threesome/polyamory

☒ WHAT I DON’T WRITE — dark content ( yandere, pedophilia, incest/stepcest, cnc, noncon, dubcon etc. ) as well as dark themes in general ( suicide, self-harm, abuse etc. ), pregnancy, lactation/breastfeeding kink, a/b/o, oviposition, scat and kinks involving most bodily fluids ( spit, vomit, blood, piss etc. ), foot fetish, age play, big age gaps, infidelity

[fuwushiguro]

@dabitdabi Welcome to playmate life gorgeous! Hawks is one of my favourites to write so thank you so much for sending him my way, I hope this is worth the wait!!

This is part of my Playboy Mansion event, feel free to participate!!

Hawks x f!reader

Genre: smut, (idk if this might be a bit fluffy too??)

Warnings: 18+, virginity loss, consensual sex, mentions of alcohol, oral (female receiving), fingering, mentions of cum, vaginal sex, unprotected sex.

Words: 3.5k

This wasn’t your first Playboy party, and you were sure it wouldn’t be your last. You’d been working as a bunny for around three months now, the first party was a little overwhelming, but the other girls were more than happy to hold your hand through the whole experience. The more parties you attended, the more comfortable you became. You never worried about guests being inappropriate, you weren’t just employees to your boss. You were bunnies, and you deserved to be treated with respect like everyone else attending the parties, you were the stars and made these extravagant events what they were.

You knew being a bunny came with the connotation of being hypersexualised, but becoming a bunny was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You weren’t one of the most popular bunnies since you were a little shy, but you were known by all of the guests who regularly attended these parties. You were often tagged in photos where you’d posed with guests. They’d always leave little comments that made you smile. You had the best job in the world.

Your first instance of trouble came at this particular party. You’d never experienced any guests acting unseemly, but this evening was different. You leaned over the bar to collect a tray of shots to walk around with, when you felt somebody tug on the tail attached to your corset. You ignored it at first, understanding that guests enjoyed playing with the bunnies. However when the assailant delivered a stinging spank to your ass cheek, your attention snapped in their direction. You recognised the man, he was a gruff looking entrepreneur who’s name you couldn’t place right now. It was apparent that he was drunk, you hoped it was just a little bit of teasing. He became a little more aggressive with you, begging you to kiss him and spend the night with him. There were no members of security nearby, but a few of your fellow bunnies did their best to help you get away from him, to no avail.

“Hey, get away from her.” You heard someone speak. You turned to face the soft voice, and struggled to see the man who had came to your defence through your bleary eyes. The drunk man tried to argue. Quickly you rubbed the droplets out of your vision so you could see who was helping you. Before the drunkard could state his case, your rescuer had grabbed him and pulled him towards a member of security to deal with. Some of your friends crowded you and coddled you, making sure you were okay after what happened. The blonde-haired hero came to check on you once he’d dealt with the situation. Before you could think, you rose to your feet with tears flowing from your eyes and ran to the nearest bathroom. You locked yourself in a stall while you broke down, feeling bad that your makeup would be ruined. You hoped that you wouldn’t get in too much trouble for taking the rest of the night off, but you’re sure that the other girls would defend you and explain the situation. You wouldn’t be surprised if the man who groped you got banned from attending these parties. There is a strict policy against any fornication at work, it was a fireable offence. But guests also had a one strike and you’re out rule, they mostly knew better than to try anything as brash as that man had, but he’d regret it now that he wouldn’t be invited to return ever again.

While you continued to cry, you heard the door squeak open, and footsteps approach your stall. You sniffed slightly, but mostly tried to calm yourself down. You couldn’t cry all evening after all, you didn’t want to give yourself a headache. You waited for the person to reveal themselves, assuming it was one of your friends. It would have been hard to tell who was who from the crack under the stall door. You were all in the same uniforms after all. But the shoes were nothing like your uniforms. It was a man, clearly, wearing a pair of bulky black boots and tan trousers.

“Um,” You sniffed, “Sir this is the ladies bathroom.” You alerted him, sure he already knew.

“Yeah, I know, I just wanted to check on you birdie.” He spoke back to you.

“I’m a bunny not a bird.” You corrected him, completely glossing over the pet name he’d decided to give you.

“Yeah I was just, never mind… You’re okay right? Can you come out here?” He queried. Obvious concern in his voice. You declined, you didn’t want him to see you like this. Your eyes were clouded with unshed tears. Your mascara had ran down your cheeks and you were sure your foundation underneath had probably ran too. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer, he asked you again… and again… and again…

“Fine.” You responded.

You flushed your crumpled up pieces of tear-stained toilet roll away and unlocked the door. His expression flickered from concern to sympathy as he saw how upset you were. You walked by him so that you could wash your hands, and you noticed in the mirror that he walked into the cubicle you’d just left. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but he returned to your side with several layers of toilet roll. When you washed and dried your hands, he ran the toilet roll under the tap. He cupped your face in one of his hands and lightly dabbed the damp tissue into your cheeks and under eyes. He was trying to help you; he was trying to tidy up your appearance. Why was he being so sweet?

“I think that just might make it worse.” You announced, knowing you were right.

“Okay then. Show me what I need to do.” He requested, “Please let me help you, I don’t want to see you upset like this over that scumbag.” He explained. Your heart clenched a little he was so caring and considerate; you could almost feel your heart melting. You took him by the hand and led him out of the bathrooms. You knew there were a lot of areas off limits and you’d risk losing your job, but you wanted to spend more time with your saviour and give him the chance to help you out again.

☆ ☆ ☆

You brought him to the bunny dressing room. You barged in with him assuming your co-workers wouldn’t be here, but one of them was sitting in a dressing chair topping up her makeup.

“You know you can’t bring people in here to hook up!” She reminded you.

“We aren’t here for that!” You protested, feeling extremely embarrassed. You felt the heat rise to your face and you tried to change the subject, “He just saved me from some trouble, please don’t tell anyone, he’s just checking on me.” You stated, hoping she’d take pity on you.

“Oh I don’t care, you know I won’t tell. I’m just about finished here so I’ll let you love birds do what you need to do.” She teased as she exited the glamorous pink dressing room.

You tried to protest once again before she left but it was too late. The honey-haired man smiled but decided not to join in the teasing. He simply requested that you show him what he needed to do to help you fix your makeup. But instead, you gave him your removal kit. You were done for the evening, there was no way you could go back to work when you felt the way you did. You both smiled and giggled sweetly as he did his best to remove your makeup for you. You chatted a little and got to know each other better, you found out his name was Keigo and he was a friend of the hosts. Once your makeup was off, you gave him a grateful, “thanks” and stood to your feet. The least you could do was escort him back downstairs before you turned in for the night.

“You know angel, you look just as cute without makeup as you do with.” He told you. You were stopped in your tracks as you couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. “Don’t you wanna hang out a little while before I have to leave?” He wondered, hoping you’d stick around. You knew that you shouldn’t, but you were too drawn to the handsome stranger that you couldn’t resist. You sat back down on the comfortable carpet with him and couldn’t help but coyly shy as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“Thanks again for saving me Keigo.” You repeated, you were so grateful for his help. You were sure that security would have helped you sooner or later, but you were truly fortunate that Keigo had been there to rescue you from his clutches.

“It really shook you up, didn’t it baby?” He sweetly questioned, “Have you never had to deal with something like that before?” He added. You shook your head.

“It was scary, obviously, but it wasn’t just that.” You expressed, not sure why you felt so comfortable sharing your personal life with this man.

“What do you mean?” He asked you, placing a hand on your leg. He stroked over your pantyhose with his thumb as he held onto you.

“Oh… I’m not sure I should say,” You started, “It’s a little embarrassing.” You followed. He didn’t speak, instead he just stared intensely into your sweet eyes, willing you to continue if you felt like it. You kept stuttering, starting and stopping your sentence as you tried to get the confidence to confide in him.

“Birdie, I promise I won’t judge you if you want to tell me.” He soothed, hoping to help you get your words out.

“It’s just… I’ve never…” You began. You screwed your eyes shut as you couldn’t bare to look at him when you finished your sentence, “I’m a virgin.” You blurted out. Your eyes were already closed but you felt so exposed you decided to cover your face with your hands too. You were so embarrassed; you were sitting with a guy who seemed too cool for school and probably had a wild sex life. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you opened your eyes and he was gone. But instead, you felt him grab your wrists and remove your hands from your face. Instinctively you opened your eyes, and right at that moment Keigo planted a delicate kiss onto your lips.

“I’m sorry if that was a little forward, I just wanted to show you it doesn’t bother me.” He smiled as he parted from your lips slightly. It was your first kiss, you weren’t upset. If anyone had to steal your first kiss, you weren’t mad about it being this beautiful stranger.

“Can we, um, do that again?” You asked, the words left your mouth and you instantly began to cringe. You hated how awkward you were, but he just had this effect on you. But before you could overthink your graceless comment, his lips were on yours once again.

You got lost in the feeling of his soft lips on yours. He tasted so heavenly; you couldn’t get enough. He got more adventurous and slipped a tongue into your mouth. You weren’t sure what to do so he did his best to guide you. Once you eased into it a little more, your kissing became more frenzied. You couldn’t get enough of each other. What started off soft and sweet became hot and passionate, but you knew you had to hold back. You couldn’t risk getting caught with him or you’d risk losing your job. He lightly groped your breast as his kissing traversed from your lips down to your neck. You couldn’t stop the moan that huffed from your lips, and you bucked against his thigh trying to gain some friction against your clothed cunt.

“You look fucking hot in that outfit.” He mumbled between kisses.

“Stop!” You raised your voice as you pushed yourself away from him.

“Did I do something wrong?” He wondered, confused by your sudden outburst.

“No, you’re great I’m sorry. It’s against the rules for Playmates to hook up with guests, I will lose my job if we’re caught.” You explained. Keigo nodded as if he understood, giving you an innocent smile as he planted a kiss on your lips once more.

“I get it. Sorry I got carried away.” He told you, picking himself off the ground. He held a hand out to you to help you to your feet, “I think I’ll get going. I’ll see you at the next party though, right?” He explained. You didn’t want to see him at the next party. You didn’t want him to leave. But you didn’t want to risk losing your job for the sake of keeping Keigo around. And you really didn’t want to throw your virginity at him just to prevent him from leaving.

“I, um…”

“I’ll have no reason to come to these things anymore if I don’t get to hang out with the prettiest bunny in the whole mansion.” He smiled, lightly brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You weren’t usually one for compliments. You knew guys would say anything to get in your pants. But there was something so sincere about Keigo. The way everything seemed so genuinely sweet and affectionate when he spoke to you. The way he made you feel like you were the only other person in the whole world with him. You loved being a bunny. You loved living with the girls and you loved all of the fun you had at the mansion. But you were in a role in which you were hypersexualised to everyone around you. How could they expect guests to not want to fuck you? How could you be expected to resist someone as sexy as Keigo? You didn’t think you’d lose your virginity like this, but who were you saving it for anyway?

☆ ☆ ☆

You pressed your lips against Keigo’s once again, and he was more than happy to respond. You began tugging at his clothes, indicating that you wanted them off. You didn’t break your kissing for more than a second. He took his jacket off while still deeply kissing you but removed himself quickly whilst he took off his t-shirt. You didn’t break the kiss either while you removed your high heels. You shrunk a few inches but Keigo didn’t mind leaning down a little further to keep smothering you in affection. He began to travel down to your neck once again but settled on the flesh of your breasts that were being hoisted up by your corset. You let out soft sighs as he continued. He crouched down slightly as he began fondling the bottom of your corset that resided between your thighs. He managed to unbutton it as he pulled down your sheer tights and panties. You were about to remove your corset when he asked you not to.

“You look too fucking good in that outfit to take it off.” He alerted you.

You felt slightly embarrassed by the praise, but it didn’t last long when he pulled you down to kiss him again, you were looming over him a little as you did. “Lie down.” He commanded. You did as you were told, eagerly awaiting whatever he had planned. He parted your legs a little, he repeatedly kissed your leg as he travelled up towards your pussy. He spread your legs wider when he reached your sopping sex, and instantly got to work licking your clit. You moaned almost instantly at the contact as your body softened into his touch. He slowly plunged a finger in, carefully working your innocent interior.

“Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop, okay birdie?” He instructed.

“Y-yeah…” You moaned. You’d be crazy to want this feeling to end.

He latched back onto your clit. His licking started off slow, but he eventually picked up the pace. He alternated between licking and sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves all while still pumping his digit in and out of your tight cunt. The euphoric feeling caused you to writhe around on the ground. You were compelled to close your legs and clamp them around your lovers head, but he used his free hand to pin one of your legs to the ground while he continued working at your desperate cunt. He slipped another finger inside of you and continued his motions. He frantically began scissoring you open so he could prepare you for his cock. The sensations were too much, you hadn’t felt like this before. You felt a rising knot in your stomach and you were sure it was going to unfurl at any moment.

“P-please, Keigo I… I think I’m gonna.” You panted, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“No.” He spoke. Halting all actions. You were crushed. Why did he stop? You whimpered at the loss of contact and Keigo admired your little virgin hole clenching around nothing. You sat up a little, wondering what was going on. “Lie back down for me angel.” He commanded. You did as you were told, anticipating what he was doing. You knew instantly when you heard the unzipping of his pants. He was going to fuck you.

“Keigo… N-need it. Need it s’bad.” You whined. Your bratty voice earned a smirk from Keigo.

“Yeah? My mouth and fingers made you a little needy huh? I wanted to feel you cum around my cock.” He told you as he made contact with your dripping pussy. The feeling of him sliding his cock up and down your slit alone was heavenly. You were desperate for him to fill out your hole.

“Please, please fuck me now.” You requested.

He lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly sunk himself into you, making continuous eye contact with you as he did so. He was paying attention to every facial expression you made, he didn’t want to hurt you. He was impressed that you took him like champ, he completely bottomed out inside of you and he was more than ready to fuck your brains out.

He set a harsh pace almost instantly, he was aching with such a desperate need to cum. As soon as he saw you he knew that he had to have you tonight. He could see there was something untouched and innocent about you, but he didn’t expect you to be a fully fledged virgin. You were his now. No matter what you’d remember him as your first sexual encounter and no one would ever be able to compare.

He continued drilling into you, thoughts of owning you bringing him closer to his climax. Your arousal was rebuilding too. He began kissing you once again, although it was hard for each of you to focus. The building pleasure in the pair of you caused you both to occasionally moan into each other’s mouths. The sounds being devoured by each other arousing you more, bringing you closer and closer to your highs. He bent both of your legs up to your chest so he could continue pounding you at a deeper angle.

“K-Keigo,” You whimpered, “It hurts.” You expressed, not used to the feeling of him nudging your cervix.

“I’m sorry birdie, I’ll make it better I promise, I just-“ He stopped as he moaned through his speech. Making no attempt to change what he was doing to alleviate the pain you were feeling, “Cum for me baby you’ll feel better, I wanna feel you cum around me.” He huffed into your face. He reached down and began toying with your clit as he encouraged you to let yourself go. The contact was more than enough to send you over the edge. You were forced to keep constant eye contact with Keigo as he fucked you through your release. Your cunt clamped down on him, milking his cock for all it was worth. He rested his forehead on yours as you both came together, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes.

You’d always heard mixed reviews about losing your virginity. You would either hear that it was a beautiful and romantic moment you should give to someone meaningful, or that it’s a terrible time and it has no meaning on your life. You didn’t know Keigo very well at all, but you felt grateful that he was the one you got to share your first time with. For someone who was a stranger, he truly did care about your enjoyment and keeping you safe. He was still between your legs, letting you warm his cock as he laid on top of you. He gently peppered kisses on your forehead and cheeks while stroking your hair.

You were lucky you hadn’t been caught, you were lucky that for now you still had a job. But if he comes back to the next mansion party, you knew that you wanted to do this with him again.

© 2021 dabistiktokdance

Thank you so much again for participating, it was a pleasure to write this and have you be a bunny for the night! I hope you enjoyed your experience at the party!!