#sloppy but it was already written so why not

[birdmenmanga]

@raventhekittycat

hi okay so I've been mulling this one over for the past day or two and I think I have the answer. not to be using hamburger to explain anything to an american but you're my detco mutual so I'm going to try and explain it in detco terms

There's a post going around recently about how if you've read detco and only detco, the first time hakuba shows up you're going to be totally flummoxed, because damn this guy is clearly important, he gets to be even cooler than Shinichi, he's got a half-page shot of him (in such a panel-dense series such as Detective Conan, no less!!) and he's got a fucking hawk. he's CLEARLY important. everything about the narrative is indicating that you need to PAY ATTENTION to hakuba and that he's the coolest guy and he's important!!!! and then he dies in the case lol (not for real. but still.)!! and you're like huh??? what was that. why did aoyama do that.

But with the context of magic kaito this totally makes sense. He's a beloved character that people have been waiting decades to see again. Of course Aoyama is going to hype him up!! It's his big moment after years of being locked in the backrooms!!!

Anyways reading birdmen for me was kind of like that. The author's previous series, Kekkaishi, was pretty one-dimensional at the beginning, and even after the main plot started picking up at around volume 6, it still felt quite understandable. I knew what she was trying to get at, and the spectacular job she did with the anthropocene and climate change metaphor towards the end of that series really made me interested in the rest of her works. That and the way she writes familial relationships is absolutely DEVASTATING. (I mean this with the highest of praise)

But when I read BIRDMEN for the first time, I was probably in... middle school, maybe? And I read it, sure, but I didn't get it. I could see what was literally happening on the page but the narrative choices were absolutely baffling at times. Why skip over the entire part of the plot where they figure out who the birdman that saved them was? She blatantly doesn't care about that. What does she care about then?? I knew I didn't get it, I knew there were parts of it that were important and I couldn't figure out why and THAT'S how it dug its pretty little claws into me. Even after I finished catching up it nagged at me a little bit, not often at all, but enough that every once in a while I go, huh, right, that was a thing, let me go read it again.

For the record this type of story haunting has happened to me twice. First time was the Heart of Thomas, second time was BIRDMEN. I think the thing is that these are both stories which are not what other people say they are and I think I came into both of these stories with a misconception, trying to look too hard for things that weren't important and therefore missing the things that were.

Because sure, BIRDMEN is about mental illness. Yeah, it's about an evil scientific organization growing mutants in a lab. Yeah, it's about what it means to leave your humanity behind. That's all technically correct, on a surface level, and the fandom at large likely agrees with these takes for the most part, but in my opinion none of that really delves into what the thematic messaging of the story is about.

There are cryptic conversations about authority and human extinction and peculiar outfit and ability choices. You can tell these choices weren't made to serve the purpose of "writing exciting shonen manga" because that was what she did for the most part in Kekkaishi and you can tell she wasn't putting her whole pussy into doing that here. So what was she doing? What's like. All of this. Waves my hands at this.

The short answer is that it's really about the interplay between capitalism (represented by humanity) and communism (represented by birdmen), and explores the role institutional white supremacy (EDEN) plays in enforcing capitalism. It is ALSO about queer liberation and the importance of community, but hey, that double-stacks conveniently with the communism metaphor.

But also take this opinion of mine with a grain of salt. As far as I know I'm the only one who really truly deeply believes that it is not only AN interpretation of the work, but one that was fully intended by the author.

So basically, I like it, because I think it says something true and beautiful that I also believe in, even if I didn't have the words for it the first time I read it. But I don't really think that's what people really look for in a media recommendation.

Do I like it? Yes, I love it. Will I recommend it to others? Yeah, sure. But do I think it's deeply flawed? Yeah, absolutely. It's flawed in the same ways as The Witch from Mercury— a rushed ending, too many threads that were opened and never tied together. The pacing and characterization is perfect in the beginning, and too rushed at the end. There are prerequisites you basically HAVE to read in order to understand the story (tempest for G-Witch and the communist manifesto for birdmen). I think a truly good story wouldn't have any of these things so if people don't like it I never blame them.

It's my personal experiences that make birdmen so profound to me. If you are not queer I just don't think Eishi coming out as a birdman to his mom will hit the same, just as an example. Sorry that I wasn't the kid you wanted me to be. I know you love me and you just want the best for me and that's why you're so controlling, because you think I can be saved by conforming to societal expectations. But I can't live like that. I can't be like that. And that's why I must go. etc.

Aesthetically I do love birdmen a lot. If I had to describe it in a few words it would probably be "chilling", "beautiful", and "powerful", which nicely coincides with the type of things I personally like to draw. It's also silly to a small degree but it's so serious and I know Tanabe can be way way way funnier (read kekkaishi for this. kekkaishi and hanazakari no kimitachi he were foundational to my sense of sequential art humor) so that's not really the standout trait of this series.

I can't let it go because I'm chewing this series like a bone. And it's taking me years but I am getting that sweet sweet marrow. By god. We are on year 3 of this shit and I am GOING to understand this series. and I'm going to make 3 video essays about it

[arminsumi]

MAKE ME TAKE IT!

GOJO さとる + GETO すぐる

"Oh? Make you take it? Okay. I'll make you take it."

[ J's note ] : sharing is caring! i love me some satosugu smut idk why i haven't written more 🤨 also i rlly like the idea that suguru calls u a princess whenever satoru calls u a sl*t

[ Summary ] : Two pretty best friends sharing something good... and that's you! 😋👍💦

[ Warnings ] : 🔞 minors do not interact/read : contains 18+ content, smut, 3sum, bj, creampies, unprotected sex, light degradation/humiliation, c*m eating/c*ck cleaning, satosugu making out, dirty talk, pet names/namecalling (c*cksl*t, sl*t, princess), +++

🍒 More from Jay : JJK works

It's a Friday night. You three should be studying for finals, but Satoru got horny. And his horny energy is contagious to you and Suguru.

So you find yourself being shared by these two needy college boys instead of nosing in the textbooks.

Satoru slides out your quivering cunt and wipes the sweat off his forehead, his pretty eyes looking down admiringly at the gooey cumring that's formed on the base of his cock.

Suguru's eagerly swiping his cockhead through your slit. He's shuddering and letting out a shaky breath as he pushes into your sloppy cunt after Satoru had his fun overflowing it with his cum.

Something about Satoru's creampies turn you on so much that you become a verbal slut.

"Make me take it!" you beg Satoru erotically as he stations himself in front of you.

The boys exchange a smile that ridicules your sluttiness.

"Oh? Make you take it? Okay, I'll make you take it." Satoru grins toothily.

And then he forces your hips back and forth and makes you fuck yourself onto his best friends cock.

"Fuck, yes! Ohhh please! More! Harder! Uhnnnmmnfuckkk that's so fucking good!" you nearly scream, feeling Suguru's fat cock stroking against your gummy sweet spot.

"Wow... actin' like such a fuckin' slut for us." Satoru teases.

Suguru scolds his best friend, "Language, Satoru. She's not a slut, she's a pretty princess. Isn't that right, Y/n? You're a pretty princess." he treats you sweeter, knowing the duality of their behaviors excites you.

"Mhm!" you nod.

Suguru can feel your cunt constricting around his fat cock as Satoru complies to your pleas and pushes you down on it harder.

He groans and caresses your ass, hand cupping over Satoru's. Your plush skin slaps loudly against Suguru's abdomen, that sound together with the squelching sound of his dick in your pussy makes him want to cum.

"Nahhh, she's a slut. A princess wouldn't ask "make me take it"... you're a slut, aren't you, Y/n?"

"Yes!" you wail, completely drunk off and full of Suguru's cock. "I'm a sluttt!"

He's pounding into your weeping hole too good, even he can't think straight. All you care about is cumming obscenely on Satoru's best friend's cock.

"Don't tell it to me, I already know; tell it to Suguru. Tell him you're a nasty slut."

"I'm a slut!" you wail loudly, "I'm your nasty slut! Mmm!"

"Yeah? Our little cockslut? Nasty just for us? Aw, look at that fucking sluthole gushing... spread those pussy lips, let me see how your cunt stretches out for my best friend's dick — that's it. Good slut. Spread 'em wider... haha, that's so fucking sloppy. You've got a sloppy, slutty pussy, baby. Oh... Suguru, you're close, aren't you?" Satoru smirks, noticing how Suguru's gone silent and let his eyes flutter shut. He always does that when he's about to cum.

"Y-yeah, I'm s-so close... keep making her take my cock, it's s-so hot... fuck, ahhh I'm gonna cum. I-I'm gonna fill you up j-just like Satoru did, princess. Oh fuck... g-god... nnh I'm cumming! Ahh S-Satoru, I'm cumminggg...!"

And it's funny, how Suguru cums moaning his best friend's name while draining his balls in your pussy. Satoru's nastily rubbing on your pussy to make you cum just like you came on his cock earlier, muttering filth above you as you squish your cheek against his cock.

You're so dazed by your long, hard orgasm... just taking Suguru's seed as it floods into your cunt as ribbon-like shots. You feel both the boy's cum spilling out your hole and running down your slit, Suguru's being more watery than Satoru's thick baby batter.

While you make those cute afterglow noises, these two pretty best friends are making out above you, their saliva dripping down their connected lips. Satoru's a whimperer while kissing Suguru, you noticed, and it makes your pussy clamp down on the fat cock filling you up.

"I'm so full..." you groan softly, pressing a hand to your pussy and feeling the cum flowing out your drooling cunt.

"Mhm. Good. Sluts need a good filling from two dicks, don't they? Are you happy now? Yeah? Good."

You're nodding cutely, nuzzling Satoru's abs to show appreciation.

"Aw, cute..." Suguru smiles, petting your hair. He slides out your abused hole with a nasty sound. "Hey princess, turn around and clean this mess off my cock, will you?"

"Mhm~!" you hum, happily turning around and complying to his wish.

The boys exchange a smirking look as you start to suck and lick on Suguru's cock like it's a lollipop that you can't get enough of. You can taste your salty slick, your cream, and the mixture of both their cum. It's all frothed up at the base, gooey and sticky along the shaft, and you lick up everything while the boys widen their eyes at you.

"Yeah, I changed my mind, Satoru... you're right. She's a nasty fucking slut..." Suguru admits under his breath, patting your head as you look up at him with doe eyes, mouth full of cock.

"Of course I'm right." Satoru plants a hard smack on your pussy, and slides his fingers in and out so he can gather the mess on his fingers and get a taste for it. He sucks the juices off his middle finger and winks at Suguru, who blushes vehemently and can't look away every time his best friend does that.

"But you're a slut, too, aren't you Suguru?" he giggles, then licks his lips and presses his tongue into his cheek to insinuate what you were doing — sluttily sucking on Suguru's mushroom-tipped dick.

© arminsumi

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[dmitriene]

Hello! Hopping on a train of opened requests! Ican't get over your drabble "simon riley loves himself a chubby girl", you wrote it so good and wholesome, i've reread it at least 10 times already. Can you maybe give us some more Simon x chubby!reader fluff or (fluffy) smut? Anything written by you will be absolutely DELICIOUS but if you could add some comforting and reassurance from Si for his insecure girlfriend i would REALLY appreciate...

Hope it's not too much, never made any requests, not sure how it work. Wish you a wonderfull day, week and life! Love your writings! <3

author's note: hello darling @ioshk-chan! thank you for your words, i'm so glad you liked my writing that much and especially on such sensitive topic, so i'm happy to write another chubby reader thing for you!

there's huffing words of adoration that drips down simon's tongue like honey, mixed with rough curses that accompanied by the way he growls on top of you, calloused fingers pawing at the softness of your breasts with each uttered word — “just' look at' yau, my sweit' doll, all pretty on my cock lik' that'„

there's pooling adoration in his dark eyes, as if he were looking through you, gaze piercing and making you melt even further into the cold silky sheets, your soft body churning hot with every wet squelch that resonates through the room.

you've never seen other people look at you like that, eyes full of raw admiration, fluttering behind simon's blond eyelashes everytime his broad hips roll forward, slow thrusts inside your gooey warmth that makes your body jiggle slightly, chubby stomach and squishy tits bouncing with each shallow movement.

you're too fucked out to utter a single word besides breathy mewls, head lolling back with the way everything before your eyes blur, and that's before you realize there's warm tears rolling down your cheeks, sheets rustling as simon's hips shift against your legs, and you feel how his cock slips deeper, your gummy walls latching around his meaty shaft snugly.

— “shh, it's alright', luv, i'm her', it's fin'„ simon's smoky voice drawls somewhere against your ear, when you feel his warm lips pressing against your moist cheeks, kissing each single tear that shines against your pretty face, the one he cradles carefully, slipping his right hand from your breast.

you're not sure why you're crying, but you know it's his words, so careful and warm, whispering in your ear how beautiful, how wonderful you are with each time his weeping tip catches your spongy spot, pressing and making your sloppy pussy puls around his meaty cock.

it's the way his scarred hands caress you, rough in all their being, but cradling your body with utmost care — rubbing against your sides, where all the naked softness welcom him, every chubby curve and dip that he squeezes and caresses feels ticklingly warm.

and when simon moves his hand lover, where he longed inside your pulsing, sopping cunny to brush against your peeking clit, his eyes flutter between your legs back towards your face, studying, only to see how you smile at him through glistening eyes.

that's enough to draw him mad, making his body bend on top of yours further, till his pale lips brush against yours, foreheads brushing together as simon breathes raggedly, losing himself in the way you look at him all pretty, before whispering, literally purring out — “so bloody perfect', my girl, my perfect' lovely girl„

he is always admires you, has been and will be, always.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[chosokamolvr]

puppy hybrid!leon kennedy x ftm reader

(written with re2 leon in mind)

- nsfw under the cut

- you were out at work all day and leon was feeling weird down there and he couldn't understand why.

- leon's ears were drooped down for the whole day, his tail wagging slightly and a tent in his pants. all he could think about was you and your scent and what he could do to you.. it didn't help his boner at all.

- leon didn't know what to do to soothe his problem, so the only thing he could think of was to go to your room.

- the poor puppy rushed up to your room and he frantically searched for something to help him.

- he looked around your bed, your table and your drawers but he found nothing.

- but.. your scent was beciming too overwhelming for him and his cock was aching in his pants. he couldn't do this anymore.

- leon took one of your tshirts and held it up to his face, inhaling your scent. it was what he needed, but it wasn't enough just yet.

- leon dropped himself down onto your bed, shuffling around to get his trousers off and in hopes of getting some friction against his dick.

- once his pants were off, leon starting furiously stroking his dick with his hand. he didn't care that it sort of stung from how fast he was going, he needed this. even if this was the only way that would make him relieved.

- leon kept stroking himself as he sniffed your shirt, slightly humping the air.

- he needed you so badly, he didn't know what to do without you. he needed to put his dick inside you, he didn't know why but he needed it. his hand wasn't enough.

- eventually, you returned home and called for leon. in response, you only got a few groans, moans and whines coming from your bedroom.

- being as curious as ever, you decide to investigate. you venture into your bedroom to find leon half naked, trying to get himself off by smelling your shirt.

- "leon..?" you question, eyebrow raised as you wondered why he was in your bed, half naked. not that you minded though.. your interest was piqued.

- "need.. your help.. please.." leon whimpered, still pathetically palming at his cock. who were you to disagree?

- you got onto the bed besides him, gently stroking his cock with your own hand. you move the shirt from his face and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

- this wasn't doing it for leon, however. he needed more. he needed to feel his cock inside of you, he needed to breed you full of his pups.

- "no.." leon shook his head, sniffling slightly as he tried to move your hand away from his dick. "need you properly.. want you inside.." he whimpered.

- you nod at him. of course you weren't going to deny him, he was just a cute puppy boy who was so desperate (and most likely in his heat, or rut or whatver it was called.)

- you slip off your own trousers and boxers before sitting down against the headboard of the bed, spreading your legs open for leon.

- leon's eyes immediately went wide open. he couldn't believe that he was looking at you like this for the first time. it was just so perfect and right.

- leon lowered himself and he gave a quick kiss to your pussy before positioning himself right outside your entrance.

- "thank you.. thank you.." he mumbled before he pushed his dick inside, gripping onto your hips. you were so tight - like a vice around his dick. he loved it.

- then, leon started to thrust as if he wasn't going to such an opportunity ever again.

- he was fast and sloppy, but you didn't mind. you still felt good and you loved it.

- you held onto leon's shoulders and moaned as you felt him thrust in and out continously. it was perfect..

- "shit leon.. you've definitely been waiting for this all day haven't you?" you say, chuckling slightly before another moan manages to escape your lips.

- leon nods and he lets out a whimper of his own, already feeling close to cumming. he had been waiting the whole day for you, and now that he had you, he was already close to the edge.

- "you've been a good boy.." you groan at leon, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. "you can let yourself go.." you mumble, getting lost in the pleasure already.

- leon whines and he starts to thrust even faster than he had before. it didn't even seem that it was humanly possible for him to go that fast.. but it made sense since he was a hybrid after all.

- "gonna.. gonna stuff you full.." leon whimpered, giving you a kiss on the cheek before speaking again. "gonna give you my pups.." he says.

- then, leon finally lets loose and he cums inside your pussy, doing as he said he would. he stuffed you fulled.

- "shit, leon.." you laugh, breathing in an out heavily as leon slows down his pace. "i don't think we're done yet.." you smirk.

- leon's eyes widen and his mouth drops open. before he can even respond, you're the one on top of him now, getting ready to ride him until he broke.

- it was a long night for leon, but he was glad he could share it with you and no one else.

[newtonsheffield]

So I found this recently on Instagram, and the first thought I had was you. Afterall only you could do this justice. Over to you master���️🫶🏻🫂

Oh my god, imagine Anthony storming into her office and being absolutely thunderstruck by the woman sat behind the desk looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Can I help you?”

Anthony was a little taken aback, truthfully. Usually he carried a little more sway in places like this. “I’m Anthony Bridgerton.”

“Ah.” Her lips parted a little with the noise as though she’d half been expecting him. “Then let me thank you in person for your very generous donation. Usually people just… wait for the fruit basket at home.”

Anthony shifted a little uncomfortably, “I’m here about the painting actually. My brother… brought the wrong one. I’d be more than happy to donate something, charity is very important, but… that piece I’m afraid is… not for sale.”

The woman, Kate Sharma, the brass desk plate read, leaned back in her chair, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and adjusted her glasses. “I thought it might be a mistake. Which is why I confirmed with…” she looked down at some paperwork, “Gregory, three times. But he insisted.”

Anthony’s jaw clenched. “Gregory is… not an appreciator of art. He wouldn’t know a Monet from a Picasso.”

Kate but back a smile, “Bless. I do have your Monet though.”

Anthony cleared his throat, “Well, you understand of course, so if you could in fact send back my Monet I’d be happy to arrange another piece for your auction.”

She leaned back in her chair again, surprise written on her beautiful face. “No.”

Anthony, who’d already turned to leave, nearly fell over. “No?!”

“No.” She confirmed. “I have a signature from you on this piece of paper,” she waved it at him, “Allowing me to auction it.”

“I… didn’t check the title of the piece!”

She clicked her tongue sympathetically, “Your sloppy paperwork really isn’t my problem, Mr Bridgerton. After all, you might have been condescending but Charity is very important.”

“Do you have any idea how much that’s worth?!” He spluttered.

“I do.” She nodded, “It’s sort of what I do.”

“So you’re just… keeping my painting?!”

“No, I’m keeping our painting.” She waved the deed again. “Because of this.”

Anthony stared at her in shock, “I- Never in my life-”

“You do strike me as someone who’s used to getting what they want, Anthony.” She tapped her pen on the desk. “If you tell me why it’s so important to you, you can have it back.”

Anthony froze. He couldn’t tell her that. He wouldn’t. She didn’t have a right to know anything about his father. Instead Anthony leaned forward, pressing his palms against the desk. Dropping his voice. “Come on, Kate. Surely we can discuss this over dinner.”

She blinked at him, a laugh falling from her lips. “We can if you want to hear the same answer over wine.” She stood, she was taller than he expected and looked him straight in the eye as she stepped around him and patted his chest. “I’m sure a man like you has a huge cheque book he’s just waiting to whip out. So… I’ll see you on the 17th and you can do some charity work, if you want your painting back.”

And she strode from the room leaving him there. Gasping.

[roseychains]

Hiii i stumbled on ur blog and I love it sm I was wondering abt ur take on sloppy make-up sex? Ft either Geto or Gojo

(Sincerely, 👑)

Sloppy make-up sex with Gojo ~

A/n: I’m so glad to hear <33 also I’m sorry this took me so long I like, crashed last night idk what happened I was super sleepy. Anyway, I hope this meets your expectations!! This was kinda my take on making it “sloppy” so let me know if it’s what you wanted!

C/w: written by a minor!, fingering, he puts his fingers in ur mouth, lots of drool, p in v, creampie, cunnilingus, lots of dirty talk.

After an argument, your tried giving him the silent treatment your really did. But when he’s literally on his knees, begging and pleading with you to let him make it up to you, you couldn’t keep it up.

He was quick to get off his knees, grabbing your face and shoving his tongue into your mouth, sucking on you like a man starved. Your hands flew up to grab his shoulders and ground yourself, as he picked you up and carried you to the bed, where he laid you down gently, lifting yourself onto your elbows.

He climbed on top of you, kissing you again as he quickly threw off his shirt and yanked of his pants. As for you, he tugged at your shirt, a silent pled for consent. Once you nodded your head. He pulled your shirt over your head, then snaked his hands around your back, unclipping your bra and freeing your breasts.

He wrapped his hands around each one, looking up at you “missed these s’much, missed you s’much you have no idea what you do to me.” He was practically whining while playing with your breasts, leaning his head in and kissing and marking up little love bites on your mounds.

“Really, like what?” You chimed, egging him on. “Why don’t I show you?” He pulled his boxers down, freeing his erection, springing up. Before you could reach down to touch him, he grabbed your hands and swatted it away. “This is my apology right? Hands to yourself. Plus, your still partially clothed so let me fix that” sliding off your bottoms and panties

He got down on his elbows, using his shoulders to pry your legs apart before sliding two fingers inside you, prodding at your g-spot. He curled his fingers over and over, making you throw your head back in pleasure. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy, can’t wait to fuck you”

His kept finger fucking you, and it wasn’t long before he felt you tighten down on his fingers, you were close. But he slid his fingers out, making you pout and whine. “What?.. I was close why’d you stoppp”

“Sorry princess, don’t want you cumming just yet. Save it for when I fuck you stupid on my cock m’Kay? Just getting you ready~” he got back up on his knees, rubbing his length along your slit, coating it in your wetness, teasing your clit.

“Enough teasing, fuck me already!” You whined, and who was he to decline such an offer? “As you wish, pretty.”

He slowly slid his length into you, filling you up to the brim bottoming out inside you, his top kissing your cervix. He allowed you a few seconds to adjust to his length before he began slowly thrusting in and out of you.

He bent down to kiss you, still rutting into your cunt his lips met with yours again, not letting up until you were out of breath, grabbing your chin and prodding two fingers at your lips

“open up,” and so you did, he slid two fingers in your mouth, fucking your mouth with his fingers, drool coating your lips, unable to bite back any moans created from his length plowing into you.

“Mmmfh~ ahh fuck!” He just smiled at you, thrusting roughly into you hitting all the right spots. “Your so pretty like this yk that? Mouth drooling all over my fingers and pussy drooling on my cock. You must really like this.” You nodded your head, bobbing up and down on his fingers.

“If ya keep squeezing me in like this m’gonna cum. Nghh ohhh~ you feel so good I need you..” he gripped on your waist, fucking you fast and deep “mmmm fuck baby im cummmg m’cumming! Love you s’much a-ah don’t stop!”

Thick ropes of cum spurting inside you as he thrusted into you as deep as he could, cum spilling out of your cunt. Once he was done fucking you through his orgasm, he pulled out and got back down between your legs.

“Huh? Didn’t you just cum?” You questioned, “yea but you didn’t. Gonna eat this pussy out and finger fuck my cum back inside you~” he quickly latched his mouth around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves while simultaneously shoving two fingers back inside you, collecting his cum and fucking it back into you

Your hands flew down to grab his white hair, pulling it as he made you see stars “o-oh fuck! S’good” he didn’t stop for a second, mouth still around your clit as he responded “mm ya? Gonna cum in my mouth? Mghh, cum for me baby. Show me how good I make you feel”

With a few more pumps of his fingers against your g-spot, and an unrelenting tongue dancing on your nub it didn’t take long for you to gush all over him, and he quickly licked it all up greedily, slurping up all your juices. Before getting up, planting a soft kiss on your clit.

“You forgive me now?..”

“Awh baby, I did a while ago <3”

[httpiastri]

good girl – op81

oscar is so slow that it's frustrating.

genre: fluff, suggestive (not rlly smut but leading up to it)

pairing: reader x oscar piastri

warnings: foul language i guess ahahah. almost smutty

requested: yes

author's note: thanks for all the love recently. i've been on vacation with my family for the last few days so i haven't really had time to write. hope you enjoy this!! i've never written anything this filthy lmao so yeah i'm new to the smutty side. also this is consensual and protected because that shit is sexy af.

f1 masterlist

18+ below the cut, minors dni!

you'd always seen it on tv, but you didn’t know how just embarrassing it would be to be caught making out with your boyfriend in the elevator – until it happened to you.

you and oscar manage to just part your lips when the elevator doors open, but you are still quite clearly clinging onto each other so it’s evident what you’d been doing. thankfully, you have no idea who the person entering the elevator is.

the rest of the elevator ride up to your apartment floor is awkward but thankfully short. it feels much longer, though, with oscar’s hand resting right above your butt, the teasing touches of his fingers making you wish you were in bed already.

once you finally close the door to your apartment, his lips crash onto yours again. your hands are all over each other, pulling the other as close as humanly possible. you don't usually feel this needy, but there's something special in your mood today. maybe it's the way oscar's been sending you those looks all evening. maybe it's the way his hand rose higher and higher on your thigh at dinner, stopping right below where you wanted him the most. maybe it's the way he kissed the side of your neck, not caring which of your friends saw.

and maybe that's why you feel extra annoyed once you actually make it into your bedroom.

he’s inexplicably slow undressing you both. at first, he's fidgeting with the seemingly stuck zipper of his own pants. and then he pretends he has problems taking off your bra – as if you don’t know he’s opened the clasp of this exact bra of yours about a million times already.

being with oscar was always the same way; so soft, so sweet.

so lustful.

he wasn’t often this teasing, though. intimacy between you two didn’t have to be rushed, it was quite often slow and sensual. but this time, it’s clear to you that his actions are purely meant to frustrate you and he's happy to see that it's working.

eventually, he’s crossed the line. it’s when he pretends to fiddle around in your bedside drawer for a condom that you break. “just fuck me already, oscar.”

he looks over at you and grins. this state is exactly where he wanted you to be. squirming, longing, begging. “good girls say please.”

“god, you’re so annoying.”

to his complete amusement, you sit up and reach into the drawer yourself, getting the condom up in just a millisecond. it was right there in plain sight, as you knew it would be.

you hold it up to your mouth, ripping apart the wrapper with your teeth before holding it up to your boyfriend. “can you put it on by yourself or do you need me to do that for you too?”

“you know the condom can break when you rip the packaging with your teeth.”

“i honestly couldn’t care less right now.”

he pauses, and then; “you’re wonderful.”

oscar’s grin is contagious, even though you’re so set on being irritated at him. your free hand reaches behind his neck, pulling him forward to lace his smile onto yours. the kiss is slow and sloppy but so so sensual, and you feel yourself getting even more turned on when his hand cups your cheek, pushing his lips even harder on yours.

oscar takes the condom from your hand, pulling away from you for just a moment to put it on himself. then he helps you lie down against your pillows again. his hands reach down to take your wrists in them and he pulls your arms above your head, holding your wrists together with his soft, delicate fingers.

"are you okay? is this okay?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any slightest hint of uncertainty.

he finds none and when you nod and smile, he leans down to kiss you once again.

"you're so good to me, baby. will you be a good girl and take me in? all of me?"

and you nod, because there's nothing you'd rather do than let him have his way with you.

[aroaceleovaldez]

I think one of the major problems with the show (and also later books) is that it's shifted target demographics but doesn't realize it. And I don't mean like, age demographics. The original series was very specifically written from the perspective of introducing people to mythology - it was explicitly originally written with the intent to help Rick's son learn about mythology when he was struggling with it! This is still the case in TKC and MCGA because they're presuming even if you're familiar with Greco-Roman mythology, you may not be with Egyptian and Norse mythology. But the show and later books operate under the assumption that the reader is extremely familiar with Greco-Roman mythology, so there's less effort put into contextualizing it and connecting themes and making it interesting and engaging. And to a degree later books in the series do have an excuse for this, but even then new information is just kind of dropped as if it's a cameo you're expected to already know, and the whole modern fantasy aspect of it becomes sloppy and lazy at best. It's completely random. Like, why is Rhea a hippie? why is Iris vegan? This has nothing to do with anything. The entire point of how the modern fantasy aspect worked in the original series was it was carefully thought out to compare mythological themes to modern concepts to help the reader understand and contextualize the myth's role and/or story.

The show doesn't have the same excuse the later books do. What the show is doing is shifting from presuming the audience is new to mythology and that this is introductory to them, and having the entire structure of the narrative functioning around helping the reader (particularly neurodivergent students) contextualize and understand mythology, to presuming the show's audience is almost entirely the book audience and they need to speed through every mythological reference that they aren't changing significantly (and also every other scene from the books). Because, well, clearly they already know this and don't need to see it again! We can just speedrun to the parts we think they want to see! Like Percabeth and the di Angelos and etc. But that completely misses the intention and tone of the first series (and especially the pacing). It just turns the entire thing into nothing but stilted fanservice. It's a completely different structure and approach and by making that shift it is functionally not the same series anymore. (This also goes for removing the discussion of disability in the show.) You can't remove the core and base themes from the series and expect it to be the same.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

«Love Me Harder || King Rauru ||

Warning1: Monster fucking { Zonai x Hylian!Reader }here so if you don’t like that then please scroll on by.

Warnings 2: P in V, Knotting, biting / marking, cream pie, a little rough fucking, Rauru has quite a mouth on him, squirting.

A/n: I apologize if this sucks 😩, it’s 2am.

It felt like it’s been ages since you’ve been with your King, and with the matter with Ganon dealt with everyone was celebrating. Your hand grasping your husbands as you pulled him towards the bed room.

A snort left his lips the moment you were out of sight and it seemed your husband had other plans on where he wanted you. A light shiver running running down your spine already imagining his cock pumping into your pussy, you were preset wet he wouldn’t even need to get your ready.

“This is always my second favorite bit.” Rauru murmured against your neck aligning his blunter cock against your dripping entrance.

Feeling your cheeks grow warm you adverted your gaze for a moment, to curious for your own good. You couldn’t help but ask. “W…what is your favorite?”

“Why, it’s watching my Queen lose their fucking mind.”

A cry slipped passed his lips, his hand muffling the the sound of your voice as his cock slid into your warmth. Your eyes squeezing shut as your nails dug into his shoulders, feeling the soft fur. You’re never quite prepared enough not go almost cum the moment he slips inside of you. Your lower back now lifted from the wall.

“Such a good.” Pressing his snort to your neck you were finally able to find your voice. A cry that communicates your needs in a better fashion that you could ever put into words, you cum for the first time just feeling you love slowly slide deeper inside of you. His claws digging into your plump ass as he pressed you against the wall. Chuckling deeply, Rauru sunk his fangs into your neck, sucking at the skin enough to leave a mark. “I think my Queen is enjoying this.”

It was hard not to miss the look on your husbands face as he held your waist with a single hand. “Do not worry my sunshine. You will be happy in the end.”

Closing your eye, you tried to keep your thoughts coherent but it was like he knew what you were thinking. Perhaps it was written on your face right now, you could see it on his even though it was subdued. Every time your spasming cunt squeezes down on him, you can see and feel him pause momentarily, grunting in pleasure, holding back the urge to ravage your cunt.

Rauru always enjoyed teasing you, on his first outstroke you can’t help but groan deeply arching your back off the wall as the pleasure washed over you. The texture of his cock just rubs you in the most amazing way and with how you’re so fucking tightly wrapped around him that it’s impossible not to have the entire inside of your pussy stimulated every time he with draws and pushes in.

He always manages to steal your breath away as he knows it too. With a firm hand on your waist to keep you in place while he continues to pump into you, it does not take more than three strokes for you to come again, your hips bucking into his immovable grip as you cried out his name not caring who might hear as your eyes squeezed shut in the throes of passion as you felt your King quicken the pace.

You scream. You can’t help but cry out his name, your dress was now in tattered around your shapely hips as your legs were raised higher as he thrusted himself balls deep inside of you, feeling him gore harder as he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss.

Plunging inside your wet pussy, the Zonai brings you to another thundering orgasm, light dancing in front of your eyes as you shudder and buck against him. You did your best to keep your legs wrapped around his waist as your back stayed pressed against the wall letting the tidal waves of ecstasy wash over you with every single thrust.

His free hand reaching up to grasp your breast, massaging the nipple with one of his talons and finally after what feels like hours of having him between your legs you sense he is close to cumming, something you are far to used too.

It is the way he grunts deeply, the measures rolling of his powerful hips giving way to desperate savage thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoing across the castle walls. The closer he gets to his own orgasm the more of a beast he becomes, his speed increasing until you are loudly screaming his name, shaking in his grip.

When Rauru finally cums, both of you give long, loud groans of desperate relief as his thick hot cum begins to gush into your pussy, his knott swelling. A slight soreness hits you and er everything feels so incredibly good. Panting and moaning you slumped against your King, your face nuzzling into his neck as you did your best to catch your breath. “That…was fucking amazing.”

Snorting, Rauru gave the mark on your neck a small lick followed by a kiss to your temple. “It was worth the wait.”

Sighing, you could easily fall asleep like this but knowing Rauru and how long you both waited sleep was going to be for sometime.

“Are you ready for round two Sunlight?”

“Of course I am.”

[jake4eva]

frustration (l.h.s)

warnings: reader referred to as she/her, voyeurism(ish),established relationship, sub heeseung, soft dom reader, humping, handjob (reader gives), thigh riding, let me know if i missed any i’m new to this!

word count: 864

written with this heeseung in mind

(this is my first smut so any opinions would be appreciated!)

You got back home from work and noticed your boyfriend acting a bit differently. He gives you very dry replies and doesn't look your way when you speak to him. Already exhausted from work, you decide to talk to him after taking a shower.

After your relaxing shower, which helps you forget all about the stress work has been giving you lately, you dry yourself off and wrap the towel around you. While walking towards your bedroom, where both you and your boyfriend stay, you can hear soft whimpers coming from the room.

You decide to open the door just enough to be able to see your naked boyfriend frantically humping on one of your decorative pillows.

You finally realize why Heeseung was acting the way he did when you came in. At the beginning of the month, your boss gave you a very important assignment to complete, and you have been working on it nonstop throughout the entire month. As a result, you completely forgot about both your needs and your boyfriend's.

You started thinking to yourself how nice it was of your boyfriend to not bother you while you work but you felt bad for neglecting him.

Quietly, you start walking in to watch him pleasure himself. you notice that your pillow is now ruined because of all his precum.

"y/n please i’m so close". you didn’t expect him to call out your name but you’re glad to see he did not notice you yet. You notice him getting tired by the way his thrusts were starting to get sloppy.

When he halts his movements you decide to make your presence known. “is this the reason why you gave me the cold shoulder?” The sudden awareness of someone else being in the room made your boyfriend jump and let out a high pitched scream.

“OMG Y/N i thought you were still showering” he said while covering himself with the pillow he was just pleasuring himself on.

“answer my question” you say in a cold tone. Your tone made heeseung leak even more precum.

“ i..i…yes” he said with a blush covering his cheeks. “i didn’t want to bother you while you worked but i got so horny and i only want to cum with your touch…”

You try your best not to smirk at his reply but you can’t help it, your boyfriend does listen to everything you say after all. Last time you had sex you told him he could not cum unless you were the one telling him to. Knowing he listened to you and didn’t cum since then made you hornier than you already were.

you decided to walk towards him and grab the pillow to look at his member. “you know you could’ve said something even if i was busy” you say before touching the precum on his tip.

As soon as he feels your finger on his tip he starts moving towards your hand for more friction. “please y/n i’m so desperate” he says while looking at you.

The face he’s making is one that makes you lose your mind every time. His eyes are shiny, his lips are red and plump, his cheek have a soft blush of pink and his hair is messy. How could you resist to this.

“use my hand since you seem to be into humping today” you say to him while closing your hand around his throbbing member begging for release.

and as soon as you do that he starts fucking your hand but that only lasted for a couple of seconds since he was already exhausted. “y/n please i’m tired i need to cum please make me cum”. he mumbles more words that you can’t decipher the meaning of so you decide to finally give him what he’s been waiting for.

you slowly pump him without the need of extra lube since his precum is already doing that for you. He’s already a moaning mess and ready to cum. To enhance his pleasure you start rubbing one of his nipples with your free hand.

The wet sounds of your hand on his member and his loud moans are driving you crazy so you finally remove your towel and put yourself on one of his thighs and decide to ride it while going faster with your pumping motion.

“y/n, y/n, y/n” he moans loudly and cums all over your hand and his stomach.

After he came back to his senses you get of his thighs and he hugs you tightly. “i’m sorry for not telling you i was frustrated i didn’t want to make you feel bad but i also didn’t want you to get scolded at work”

“it’s okay heeseung don’t feel bad i love you” you kiss him and decide it has been a long evening for you two. “i’ll clean you up just stay there” you say while grabbing the towel that was previously covering your body.

“what about you, you didn’t cum yet” he says in a worried and embarrassed tone for only thinking about his own pleasure.

“don’t worry i’ll take care of it later” you say while cleaning his body up. He suddenly grabs you and switch your position and he’s now on top of you.

“please let me eat you out i also missed your body” he says in the softest tone. So how could you decline such an inviting offer.

[konigsblog]

Whatcha think of poor, innocent reader being stuck around perv!König and perv!Ghost. A virgin and oblivious to any sexual advances or perverted intentions, you're just stuck wondering why your Lieutenant and the temporary ally from KorTac - König - are so handsy, grunting out confusing mixtures of praises and demeaning words with their deep and sinful voice. And when you lose a few pairs of panties? You ask around but Ghost and König are adamant that they were probably mixed up with someone else's laundry or simply lost, but you were sure you saw a blue lace peek out of their pockets.

If you've already written this then you can ignore this! And as always, take care of yourself!

i love this idea !! corruption kink always gets me.. mfmfmfmdnagahafag :( 🫨 .. this is such a good idea, i can't ignore it !!

// warnings for slight somnophillia, and perverted behaviour ... 🐙

perv!könig and perv!ghost with their innocent!reader..

141 and kortac had been working together, and during that time, you'd gotten to know ‘könig’; the six-foot ten, huge man. it's no surprise simon and könig got along, both preferring silence, and both having their eyes on you :( only if you knew the reason they wouldn't let you come into their rooms when they were together wasn't because they didn't like you, but because they were showing eachother photos they'd take of you whilst asleep.

your beautiful, soft tits and your glistening cunt, swollen and dripping, a video of simon fingering you. you'd be so pissed — or maybe confused and humilated, not understanding, being nïave and too innocent to understand their perverted advances... your sloppy cunt after taking a shower, könig walking by with his phone recording, getting a good clip of your precious cunny!!!

and you, not understanding why your lace panties had went missing, asked about it. you're too stupid to realise that someone might've stolen it for their own pleasure, believing könig when he said that it probably got lost in the washing and to forget about it. but, you didn't understand why a pretty light blue material was tucked further into his pocket when you asked about it, walking away with a gleeful, pretty smile, having no idea of what they were doing to you.

you're too dumb to realise their perverted intentions, and they love that about you. whenever you're showering, they always take the two showers beside you. coincidence? perhaps, but when a hand gropes your ass from behind, and it's simon, you're confused and thinking you're imagining it. he wouldn't do that, would he? you're just a private, he's a lieutenant, surely not... right?

simon always seems to be there when you're getting slapped and groped, feeling him grind against you while reaching for something else. not aware of the grin behind his mask when you apologise for being in his way. you're too nïave, they all say it, yet you don't believe you are.. taking a look at you panty draw to find nothing but an expensive pair of lingerie you accidentally packed in a rush, a substance crusted on it and simon's eyes all over you when he peaked into your trousers while you were bent over...

maybe they'll have to ruin you, make you a stupid, babbling thing for them. shared by two burly men who always chuckle when you talk about your panties going missing, desperate to corrupt your mind and have you rubbing your swollen pussy on their thighs, face and big cocks!!!

...

[bonefall]

Thoughts on Wasp? I like the idea of cats joining that turn out that the Clans aren’t great… but also it feels… weird? Like it seems like another “lazy cat bad” on some levels. I don’t mind him not joining the Clans but these “outsider learns they’re not fit for the Clans” things always give me a pause from the Erins. Also interested in how you would handle him!

Moonkitti's video on him is really well worded, if you haven't seen it yet. I do think he's different from the way that other books tend to portray outsiders in that they are saying that he was driven away by the xenophobia of the Clans... but.

They still make him extremely disinterested in Clan life while he's in ThunderClan. I think that was a massive blunder to write, if the thing they're trying to say is "XENOPHOBIA PREVENTS OTHERWISE ENTHUSIASTIC MIGRATION"

It would have hit harder if it was Wafflepaw who tried to run to RiverClan, got assaulted, and then didn't want to be a Clan cat anymore.

Wafflepaw WANTS to be a warrior. Wasp did not. It reads more like Wasp getting hate crime'd was a "last straw" more than THE reason why he won't stay.

That's where you're getting that vibe they're saying "lazy cat bad," imo. It's a bit different from usual, but it still seems like the narrative is saying that Wasp really didn't belong here anyway.

(no, Nightheart's moment where he looks at the camera and says "he could have been fine!" doesn't change that they showed, in their text, with the actions they wrote, that Wasp was not enjoying being part of the Clans anyway. If that was their intended thesis, their writing was sloppy.)

It feels especially weird that Bee didn't go with Frostpaw. Bee was the character with a lot more setup and that strange dream. A lot of people were confusing Bee and Wasp when the book first came out and I don't blame them.

Most importantly, you can't talk about Wasp without also mentioning one of THE worst lines I think has ever been written into a Warrior Cats book. The part where tigerHeartstar says, "Those cats who just committed a hate crime were perfectly good people before the evil dictator took over. If we kill the evil dictator, I'm sure they'll CHANGE BACK"

I'm still REELING. Fuck you MEAAAN "CHANGE BACK????" CHANGE BACK? LIKE BEING A BIGOT IS UNCOMFORTABLE SHOES???

CHANGE BACK... me bringing my evil dollars up to the villain store and exchanging it for racism coins... change back...

So when I get around to it, I'm going to evaluate if Wasp is even actually necessary in the form he's in. BB is already about xenophobia and bigotry and the harm it does. Frostpaw has no shortage of examples to witness what Thistle Law is, and what it does to those excluded from Clan Culture.

When I first made my Family Tree for RiverClan, I actually ended up making Splashstar's MOM, Havenpelt, an ex-rogue. I think seeing him order a hate crime against his own mother would be a LOT more impactful here, actually.

What Frostpaw DOES need is allies and friends. I'm already starting by expanding her little "DND Party," a word I'm using to affectionately refer to some cats who will be following her home from her pilgrimage to the Park. 99% chance that Nightheart is going to become a permanent member of this party, joining RiverClan at the end of ASC. Waffle will be another. She'll probably also pick up a Tribe cat.

Wasp will be on this party, but I won't decide what happens to them until I see what that last book has in store. Who knows, he might come back (though I hope not, run as far away from these ghouls as possible Wasp!!)

[keepittoyourshelf]

Since the algorithm on my various socials thinks I actually want to see a ton of people simping over Rhys and ACOTAR, let’s get down to the bones of why that algorithm is fucked beyond all comprehension, shall we?

I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m pro-Tamlin, not in the sense that I approve of what he did, but from the place that I believe he’s worthy of forgiveness in the same way any of the men that SJM otherwise glorifies in her work is worthy of it for any of their transgressions.

I shouldn’t have to do a paint by numbers thing here to make this obvious, but based on the actual text written by SJM in her own words, Tamlin has objectively done nothing better or worse than Rhysand has.

The big complaint is his temper, of course, and pro-Rhysies love to bullshit about how the red flags were all over book 1 and SJM is such a master at foreshadowing.

He locked Feyre in a house against her will to protect her, when she clearly didn’t want to be caged. How is that any worse than Rhysand…drugging her and making her give him lap dances, in order to protect her, when she clearly didn’t want to be dancing naked in front of strangers?

Go on. I’ll wait for your rationalization.

Rhysand’s whole shtick was that he’s only playing the villain to keep Velaris (and only Velaris) safe…those fucks in the Hewn City can eat a bag of dicks, right? But tell me again how Tamlin is the really bad one for enforcing a tithe because it’s unfair to those who can’t afford it (fair point). But Rhysand chooses to save the one city in his court that has zero problems. Let’s let those that might already be suffering from poverty get kidnapped and tortured by a psychopath. That’s probably better than a tithe, right?

And let’s not forget how Tamlin mocked Feyre and Rhys at the High Lords meeting. While funny, it was in poor taste. At least Rhysand didn’t publicly mock Tamlin. He had the decency to do it privately when he went out of his way to go to a deeply troubled man’s house and, in the midst of an obvious mental health crisis, not only had the gall to ask for resources from a man that has no resources because his own wife fucking destroyed them out of spite, but proceeds to rub in his triumph over a man that has nothing left. Nothing to see there, right?

Even if you could ignore all of that (and you’d have to be willfully fucking thick to do so, which a lot of these people are), I shall leave you with Tamlin’s role as a spy for Hybern. That’s obviously supposed to be a real shock because TaMliN BaD at this point, so why would anyone believe him? It’s not like he had a really good explanation like Rhys gave when he murdered literal children and innocents just to ensure Amarantha didn’t know how noble he actually was. Right? RIGHT?! And it’s not like anyone would have a harder time believing someone who had played evil and done actually evil things for the “greater good” (a collectivist dog whistle if there ever was one) for fifty fucking years over the dude that suddenly goes bad after being a progressive and respected high lord for the same period of time? I mean, it’s not like we’re dealing with severe mental anguish and trauma here. That’s crazy talk.

Shadow Daddy does no wrong. Even when he does. Because reasons.

Those idiots on TikTok making stupid videos showing their bf’s being all shocked and I KNEW IT when Tamlin “turns” can chew glass along with all those dipshits selling mugs that say “Tamlin’s Tears” on Etsy right next to merch glorifying a man that literally gaslit his soulmate into believing that forced drunken naked lap dances were actually a good thing, when you think about it.

SJM isn’t a master of foreshadowing. She’s a sloppy writer of moderately entertaining fiction that has a kink for glorifying severely unhealthy behaviors without the benefit of a trigger warning.

Fuck off if you think that’s all okay and think that anyone that says Tamlin isn’t any worse comparatively is the crazy one. Projection is a real disorder. Look it up. Right after you order your 543rd Rhysand candle.

[takeme-totheworld]

Aziraphale and Forgiveness, Pt. 2: The Source of Salvation

This series is now complete! Here's where you can find the other parts.

Part 1 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here.

(This post ended up being way longer than I intended, oopsie! And no fun GIFs to break it up this time. Hope you like reading lots of words!)

So why would Aziraphale, an angel who has not fallen despite bending/breaking the rules many times, have so much emotional baggage around the topic of forgiveness?

Some disclaimers:

Disclaimer 1: I've seen enough of tumblr already to know that "does Aziraphale really have religious trauma?/how much does it motivate his actions?" is the subject of Discourse around these parts. I don't want to have that argument here. Aziraphale's experience with Heaven has strong parallels to my personal religious history, and those specific parallels are what I'm here to talk about.

Disclaimer 2: I am not a bible scholar or religious historian, if I mention specific church doctrines or bible verses it's only to illustrate the experience of growing up in my church. My actual biblical/theological accuracy may be sloppy.

Disclaimer 3: I haven't read Good Omens the book. I know there are differences, but I'm not addressing them. All my thoughts are about show!Aziraphale and show!Heaven only.

Okay. Here goes.

The next point I want to make is that Aziraphale has spent his life inside a system that has weaponized the concept of forgiveness. Because Heaven, in the Good Omens universe, operates a lot like a particular flavor of toxic Christianity that I happen to be very familiar with.

In the version of Christianity I was raised with:

Your only purpose is to serve God's will. Our own needs, wants, goals, etc, were all understood to be secondary to that purpose.

The specter of eternal punishment is always present. Like any self-respecting Evangelical church, we believed that if you weren't "saved" before you died, you would go to Hell and be punished forever. How do you make sure you're saved? Well...

The rules are not clear or consistent, so you're always left guessing. We were a Protestant denomination, so a foundational doctrine was "sola scriptura." (We weren't fancy enough for the Latin, though, we just called ourselves "bible-based.") The basic idea is that the bible is the word of God, it's infallible, and it's the only authority we need to follow. But the bible is a cobbling-together of texts written thousands of years ago, that have been translated multiple times. It's not self-evident to a modern reader what any given passage means. It contains internal contradictions all over the place. So...the bible is the only authority we need to follow, but it's confusing and needs interpretation. Enter pastors and other church leaders to help us interpret. Only...they each have their own pre-existing biases and preferred scholarly interpretations, so even within the same church, different pastors might have different ideas about things.

So, to summarize: Follow what the bible says! Don't understand what it's telling you? Ask your pastor! Different pastors give different answers? Ugh, you're thinking about this too hard. Go pray about it or something. Just figure it out.

New ideas and experiences are, at best, begrudgingly tolerated. Because doing God's will is your only purpose, remember? And the Bible (and your pastor) are the source of the only wisdom you need to fulfill the only purpose you have. So really, you don't need anything outside what the church has to offer you and it's all a distraction anyway. (...okay, if you really must, here's a watered-down, church-approved version of the thing, now shut up.)

This isn't just the church being a buzzkill. It keeps you dependent on them and ignorant of the outside world to whatever extent they monitor and censor outside influences. My church was not even that extreme about this, relatively speaking, but it was still enough to profoundly impact me and leave me confused and floundering in the larger world after I left.

No matter how hard you try to measure up, you're ultimately at God's mercy. So you spend your life trying to follow a bunch of confusing, opaque rules in the hopes that you can be "saved" and avoid eternal punishment. But here's kicker: none of it truly matters anyway, because we were also taught that everyone falls short in the end and that the only real salvation comes from God forgiving you for your sins. All you really have to do to be saved is accept his free gift of forgiveness...by...believing the right things in the right way and praying the right prayers about it. And then spending the rest of your life still trying to follow all the convoluted rules, because doing so is proof that you were sincere...in your acceptance of God's forgiveness...which you accepted by following even more instructions regarding what to believe and how to pray to ensure that you were accepting it correctly.

How do you know if you've done any of this right? You never can, truly, until you die and find out. Because God's not actually talking to anyone. So in the end, no matter what you do, you end up in the same place: at the mercy of God, who decides whether you're forgiven or not.

If you're thinking that sounds like an incredibly confusing and exhausting way to grow up, you are correct! It also has a lot of parallels in Good Omens.

If you are an angel working for Heaven in the world of Good Omens:

Your only purpose is to serve God's will. This one is obvious. If you're an angel, it's literally the only thing you were created for.

The specter of eternal punishment is always present. The eternal punishment that can happen to an angel is falling. We know it's a punishment, because we know Crowley's fall was painful and because we can see that Hell is a miserable environment for the demons. This isn't The Good Place, where demons gleefully sit around eating snacks in conference rooms and brainstorming new fun ways to torture humans. Hell in Good Omens sucks for everyone there. And we can assume falling is meant to be permanent, because if it wasn't Crowley and Aziraphale wouldn't have been so gobsmacked by the Metatron's offer to restore Crowley to angelic status. Because there's no precedent for that. Crowley himself says that being a demon has automatically rendered him unforgivable. As far as anyone in this universe knows, "fallen" is a permanent state.

So how does an angel avoid eternal punishment? How do angels make sure they don't fall? Well...

The rules are not clear or consistent, so you're always left guessing. Was falling a one-and-done mass exile of everyone who rebelled, right after the war? The way both Heaven and Hell talk about the fall and the "casting out" of the demons would seem to suggest so. But fear of falling is obviously ever-present among the angels, so they clearly don't know for sure one way or the other. And what would cause an angel who wasn't part of the original rebellion to fall? Aziraphale thought he would fall for lying about Job's children. The archangels threatened Aziraphale with falling for "consorting" with Crowley in S1. Gabriel expected to fall for saying no to Armageddon the Sequel in S2. But none of those falls actually happened. Clearly even the angels in the highest positions of authority don't know exactly what the rules are about falling. And who decides who falls? Gabriel says the demons were "cast out" after the war, but who did the casting out? Did God handle that directly? Was it the Metatron? Did the transformation just sort of...happen, leaving everyone unsure about the details? And what about present day? The Metatron said that Gabriel would have his memory wiped instead of falling, but does that mean the Metatron gets to decide if an angel falls, or was he covering for the fact that he doesn't know how it works either?

We, the viewers, don't know the answers to any of these questions. But it's fairly clear that the angels also don't know.

New ideas and experiences are, at best, begrudgingly tolerated. The angels know little to nothing about the world or humanity and are disdainful or outright suspicious of earthly experiences. In the case of the ones who have never been sent to Earth, this makes sense, although it begs the question of why there are so many angels who have never once been sent to Earth, the planet that is supposed to be central to the Great Plan.

It's obviously, at its core, about control and keeping the angels ignorant of anything that would broaden their perspective. But listen to how the angels themselves talk about it. When Gabriel sees Aziraphale eating sushi, he asks, "Why do you consume that? You're an angel." (Subtext: You don't need to eat, so what's the purpose of indulging in this experience?) When Aziraphale suggests he try the food himself, Gabriel starts talking about sullying the temple of his body or whatever. (Subtext: It's not technically forbidden but it would be a deviation from my function as an angel so I'm suspicious of it.) And look at Aziraphale himself. He lives on Earth for many hundreds of years before he can be persuaded to even try human food, and Crowley has to work at convincing him it's okay. He seems to know it's not forbidden but he's deeply distrustful of it anyway. (I have a theory that a holdover of this mindset is why he's so set in his ways, behind the times, and still more ignorant of humans that you'd expect in the present day, but this post is already too long.) The attitude cultivated among the angels is These things are not meant for us, we don't need them, and they are a distraction from our higher purpose, so it's better if we don't.

No matter how hard you try to measure up, you're ultimately at God's mercy. So, if you're an angel, you're meant to be doing God's will, and if you fail badly enough you can be punished forever by falling. But the rules are unclear, the way falling works is unclear, in most cases you're kept ignorant of everything but the bare minimum you need to know to do your job, God isn't talking to anyone, and the (seemingly) officially appointed Voice of God is also pretty remote and mysterious most of the time.

So the only time you'll ever know for certain that you've crossed the line is once you've already crossed it, when it's too late to do anything about it. At that point, the only thing that could save you from falling would be if God just...decided to be merciful, to grant you a pardon (i.e. to forgive you) and not do the casting out thing.

Believe it or not, I had to work really hard to keep this as short as it is. If you've read this far, I salute you. Now, what's the point?

Aziraphale and the other angels are part of a system where they understand very little, they have no real power, the stakes are eternal, and their only hope of escaping endless punishment if they fail is the possibility that God will decide to show mercy and forgive them.

Yes, in the real world this is all just bullshit spread by religious leaders to scare and confuse and manipulate people into compliance and in the world of Good Omens it's actually real. But the emotional impact of feeling that confused and powerless and at the mercy of a higher authority is going to be the same. Of course Aziraphale has some Big Feelings about the subject of forgiveness. Of course it's one of his favorite things. It's not just a nice thing you do for people. It's powerful enough to rescue someone from eternal punishment when nothing else can. Powerful enough to wield as a devastating weapon by withholding it. It's a tool of control in Heaven, but it's also the source of salvation.

I was going to segue from here into what I think the specifics of Aziraphale's mindset are, but it took me so many more words than I expected just to lay out the parallels between GO Heaven and (my experience of) real-world toxic Christianity so I'm gonna stop here. Next time I'm going to dig into what I think is happening in Aziraphale's head when he forgives Crowley, and also when he does things like shelter Jimbriel (a very forgiving action, even if the words "I forgive you" don't accompany it).

[chee-shep]

Favorite Student (Teacher!Sanemi X SeniorStudent!Reader)

I've written sloppy smut, but this is the worst one yet.

I haven't written in while. I'll go back and re-read it later to double check perspectives since I've had a bad habbit of mixing them.

Mature & General Content Warning: StudentXTeacher, fingering, squirting, Kaigaku being a bully and a bit of an ooc Sanemi at times

“It has to be here somewhere,” (Y/N) said as she dug through the trash can, looking for her lost item.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar, stern voice was heard from behind her. She turned around to see the math teacher, Sanemi Shinzugawa looking at her with his arms folded. “What on earth are you doing here after hours?”

“Huh?” (Y/N) said, turning around after stepping away from looking in a trash can. She was probably Sanemi’s best student, the only one who listened in math. Just maybe she was his favorite, “Oh, Mr. Shinazugawa.” It was odd she was at school after hours, she was a good senior student who wouldn’t be getting into trouble.

In the teacher's mind, she was not the type of student to do something mischievous or foolish, so he assumed she had a pretty valid reason for being at school. "Why are you here?" He repeated his question, his arms still crossed.

“Someone stole my diary, and I was trying to find it.” She said, looking worried as looked back in the trash can, “I thought maybe he’d have tossed it out after he probably read through it…”

His eyes widened when you informed him that someone stole your diary. He felt protective over you, since she was known as his favorite student. "Let me ask you something. Do you have any idea who stole your diary?" He asked, his tone turning more serious.

“It… It was Kaigaku.” She admitted, looking away. She had really hoped that she could take care of this issue on her own.

His eyebrows shot up, and his jaw dropped a bit. He could not believe that a fellow student would steal his favorite student's diary. But then again, it was Kaigaku.

"And why do you think it was him?" He asked, with suspicion.

“He told me he wanted me to do his history homework for him…” She said, looking very upset her diary was gone. “I guess he wanted to use it as blackmail, or hold it over my head.”

Sanemi-Shinazugawa's eyes widened with disbelief and rage as he processed what you just said. "So... this was all because you didn't let him cheat off of you.."

“Yes…” (Y/N) wasn’t the type to let someone copy her. She’d be more than willing to help and tutor, but she wouldn’t aid cheating.

"Hmm..." *He thought for a moment, tapping his chin.* "He has to have put it somewhere... I don't think he would just toss it out..." Part of him wanted to catch Kaigaku with it, just to take the annoying brat down a peg.

“He might still have it.” She said sadly, wondering just how many pages he’d probably have already read through.

"I bet he still has it." He grumbled, crossing his arms and clenching his fists a bit. He got mad whenever anyone did something mean to you, his favorite student.

“I guess I should just go home then, and to track him down tomorrow.” She said, “I should get going, it’s almost about to start raining…”

He was about to let her go, but he stopped her. "Wait, Lilli. Before you go, answer me one more question."

“Huh?” She was confused but followed him anyway to the school entrance.

Sanemi had thought as much. Your diary was probably your safe space of sorts, and he figured that you could get really honest and personal in it.

"And... is there anything specific about..." *He hesitated to ask the question that was on his mind. But still, he couldn’t help but wonder what could be in there that Kaigaku would be desperate to get his hands on.

“Boys?” She guessed the end of his sentence,* “Yes, more personal feelings written in there…”

"Hmph..." The math teacher mumbled before clearing his throat and saying with a slightly less strict tone, "Alright. Well, I guess you still should go home... it's late and the rain's almost here..."

“Yeah, I better hurry.” She said, “Thank you for understanding.” She was glad she wasn’t in trouble for trying to find her lost possession.

He only nodded and watched her walk down the hallway as his eyes followed her, making sure she made it out of the school safely in the late night. Part of him was worried about her walk home, but hopefully the short walk from school would be okay.

Lilli missed math class that next morning, something unusual and out of character for her. As the students left he could hear whispers about Lilli crying in the broken girls bathroom.

That bathroom had been broken for months, causing it to be abandoned by students. No water supply to it left it as a secret hangout or for Lilli a hiding place to cry in.

The math teacher grew suspicious and concerned when hearing the rumors that (Y/N) was crying in the abandoned girl's room. He immediately left his classroom and went straight to the girl's restroom.

"(Y-Y/N)?" Sanemi called out, the anger in his voice becoming something a bit more concerned and even, dare he not say, protective. "Is that you?"

"I'm down here..." She whimpered, making Sanemi realize she was crying on the floor, curled up under a sink.

He crouched down in front of her, his tone turning more gentle. "What's wrong, (Y/N)? I heard you crying and I-" His eyes widened and his heart nearly dropped in horror when he saw the graffiti on the wall.

Suddenly, a large piece of graffiti in the hallway caught his attention. *In huge letters it read, ‘(Y/N) Loves Mr. Shinazugawa' as if someone had found out a secret and wanted to taunt and torture her with it.

"He's painted it everywhere," she said, "It's all over campus."

The math teacher grit his teeth, it felt like steam could come out of his ears as if he was an enraged kettle.

"That stupid ass..." He snapped, but immediately turned a bit softer and looked genuinely a bit worried for your safety. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No..." She whimpered, her face buried in her knees.

"(Y/N), look at me." He said in a stern, but yet reassuring tone, crouching before her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

(Y/N) shyly looked up at him, her mascara running down her face from how she had been crying.

He felt his heart sink when he saw the tears running down her face and the makeup running down with it. His entire persona softened and his strictness disappeared as if it was all just a show.

"(Y/N)... don't beat yourself up over it..." He said, using a gentle, comforting tone that he's only used for the rare moments he ever encountered little kids. "If you want, you don't have to go to your final class today... You can just go to the nurse’s office until I take care of this..."

"I... I don't want to go to the nurse..." She whimpered, "It's the last period of the day, can't I just... hide in here?" 

He pondered for a bit before sighing and nodding. "Fine... But don't get yourself caught, okay?" He replied as he stood and dusted himself off, before looking down at her again. "If you need anything, my classroom is right down the hall. You can come to my classroom instead. Got it?"

"Can I just hide in there?" She asked, knowing this last class of the day was his free period.

"Hmm... Fine." He said after thinking again and holding out a hand to help her up. "But you've got to promise to keep it a secret and not let other students see you in there, okay?"

"Okay," She said, taking his hand and standing up.  

When they got into her classroom she sat in her usual seat. She decided now that this would be a good time to do today's homework assignments.

The math teacher sat at his desk and continued to grade tests, keeping an eagle eye watch at the door in case a student passed by. He looked over to see Lilli starting to do her homework, and felt bad for her. He had to say something to ease her worries a bit.

"Hey, Lilli..." He said, his tone surprisingly gentle and soft as he made a motion for her to come and sit by him at his desk.

"Y-Yes Mr. Shinazugawa?" She said, a bit startled. She was still a bit embarrassed about the secret of her crush on him being out.

He looked her directly in the eyes and gave her a very gentle and warm smile that nearly turned him into almost a different person than the strict teacher student knew him as.

"It's alright, (Y/N). Ignore all the stupid and dumb things written on those walls, okay?" He said, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a sincere and understanding look "And no matter what your students say and do, you're still the top student in my class."

"I just..." She said, looking away shyly, "I wish things... could be a bit different..."

He raised an eyebrow, slightly confused by what she meant by that. "What do you mean? What things could be a bit different?" He inquired, placing a hand on her chin and turning her head to face him once more.

"Y-You and I..." She shyly answered. He knew what she meant, her crush was discovered by Kaigaku. He saw the spray painting on the wall.

He was surprised at how she felt about him. He was still processing the fact that Lilli was his self-proclaimed favorite student, and yet she had a crush on him. “So... you have a crush on me?" *Sanemi asked quietly, her nodding in response.

His face slightly turned pink, and he had to prevent himself from leaning back on his desk. He also had to refrain from wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her into an embrace.

"It's... not everyday that my student has a crush on me." He spoke, trying to keep his composure. "Not to mention my favorite one..."

It was true, most students were afraid of him or hated him. "I just... I don't know how it happened..."

"Well, I guess we're both surprised by this... But, that doesn't change the fact that I'm still a teacher..." He pulled his hand from her chin, but kept his eyes on her and leaned a bit close to her in a way that she had to look at him. "But... it also doesn't change the fact that I like you too... a lot… But still," He answered after a few moments of staring into her eyes. He knew as well as she did how taboo their relationship would be.

"I-I know but..." *She said, having a bit of a pleading look in her eyes as he leaned back a bit away from her and sighed.

"No buts. I'm a teacher, and you're my student. It would be inappropriate for us to date and be in a relationship while we're still at school." He said as a matter-of-fact tone, crossing his arms and trying to look even a bit stern.

"Maybe though.." She said with a pleading look, "Just... one kiss?"

The math teacher gulped, feeling a bit flustered at hearing her ask to kiss him. On one hand, kissing her was a bad idea, because they were still in school and she was a student.

"Just one?" He inquired, his stern expression slowly starting to fade.

"Yes, I won't ask for another one, I promise." She said, maybe just having a short, little fix of him could help her feel better. Maybe it'd fulfill whatever daydreams she had of him as well.

"Fine, but just one, alright?" Sanemi said as he started to feel a bit bashful about the entire situation, and yet it didn't stop him from leaning in and putting a hand on the side of (Y/N)'s cheek as he closed his eyes and puckered his lips. He seemed almost excited that he was finally going to kiss his favorite student, and even more since he'd never actually kissed someone in a long time.

She closed her eyes, puckering her lips and meeting him halfway. It truly felt like a magical moment. Something they could share together behind closed doors.

The math teacher let out a content, and almost relieved sigh as he moved his lips against hers. He gently pulled her in, his other hand wrapping around her waist as he kissed her in a deep and passionate kiss that felt like fireworks. It was more than just a little kiss. It was a kiss that had Sanemi second guessing himself.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was almost shocked that he started second guessing himself. Why did it feel so good? What about it made him want more and not just leave it at a kiss?

He kept holding (Y/N) close to himself as he kissed her a bit deeper, gently pulling her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss a bit more. (Y/N) opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. She let out a small sound as their tongues entwined with each other.

The math teacher couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure and contentment as he felt (Y/N)'s tongue in his mouth. He slowly and gently lifted her up and sat her on the desk, holding her back with one hand and using the other to keep cupping her cheek. She let out a surprised sound. She looked up at him, panting as they pulled apart.

He panted quietly in surprise and shock after they pulled apart. He took a moment to examine (Y/N)’s face, making sure to not miss a single detail. He looked down at her from where she sat on the desk, and the first thing he noticed was the lustful and needy look in her eyes.

He'd never expected her to have such a look. Her skirt had hiked up from how he had placed her on the table in the heat of the moment. The math teacher gulped, watching as her skirt started to ride up, revealing her knees, and even more. “(Y-Y/N)..." *He said in an almost shocked, but lustful tone.

"Mr. Shinazugawa," She breathed out, the love and passion for her teacher visible in her eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening, he finally felt a sense of being loved and accepted and desired, something that was new for him. He gently pushed the chair he was sitting in away from the desk as he moved closer to Lilli, the look in his eyes still one that was burning with lust and longing.

"Wh-What are we doing?" She asked, wanting to know what his next intentions were. She was a smart girl, she knew what his plan was.

"I don't know... We really shouldn't be doing this, but... I think I'll be making an exception this time..." The math teacher answered, leaning into (Y/N) and gently pressing soft, needy kisses onto her neck.

He moaned lowly against one of (Y/N)'s more sensitive spots on her neck, sending shivers down her spine and causing her to feel a spark of pleasure. He started to kiss and suck on that same spot, his warm and soft touch feeling comforting as he continued to mark her neck.

"Y-You can't leave marks," She whimpered, "someone will see it..."

He was hesitant, but he let out a little sigh and pulled away from her neck. "You're right... But that doesn't mean I won't mark up other parts of you." He placed another kiss on her neck before pulling back.

He gently brushed his fingers along her thigh, gently stroking her soft and heated skin. The math teacher got a sudden mischievous look in his eyes as a mischievous idea crossed his mind.

He slowly and gently caressed one of her thighs, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb. "You know... I never realized how soft your skin is." He whispered, his other hand gently tracing some of the other parts of her body. He slowly let his hands wander to the buttons of her blouse.

He quietly unbuttoned her shirt, letting out a small gulp himself. He still couldn't believe that this was happening, and he almost felt a sense of disbelief as the heat in the room slowly rose.

"You're sure you're okay with doing this?" He asked her as he gently helped pull her shirt over her shoulders.

"Are you okay with it?" She asked, her lavender colored bra finally exposed. She knew what he said earlier, and she’d hate for him to get in trouble if someone caught or heard the two of them.

The math teacher gulped and tried his best not to stare too hard but couldn't help but stare at her breasts. "I really am," He said, gently tracing her skin with the tips of his fingers, watching goosebumps rise up. He didn’t care about what he had said earlier.

“I’m glad you have this free period,” (Y/N) confessed as she shivered at his touch, “It can be just the two of us.”

"Although, what?" The math teacher asked, looking up from her chest and into her eyes.

“I… I’m still a virgin and… I don’t know how ready I’m feeling to go all the way.” She said, “It’s complicated, I want you to feel good too but…”

He was surprised by this confession, but didn't seem disappointed or upset.  "Don’t worry, I understand, and it’s okay... Why don't we work on making sure that you feel good for right now?"

He gently caressed her inner thigh and hummed in contentment. "Does that feel good?" He inquired as she nodded, his own pants becoming a bit uncomfortable as the heat in the room continued to rise. He could tell just by the look in her eyes that she wanted him, but he wanted to hear it.

He hummed and gently ran his fingers along the elastic band of her underwear, caressing her skin. "Just how needy are you?" He asked as his fingers teased her.

“A lot… b-but only for you.” She begged as he slipped off her panties.

His heart was racing and he felt himself getting more excited as he took off her underwear. He never thought he’d be in such a situation with anyone, much less his favorite student.

"Well I'm honored..." He mumbled as he gently traced his fingers along her most intimate area.

He hummed lowly as he felt her heat and wetness, the feel of her insides on his fingers felt exciting and new to him. “That didn't take much to get you so excited, (Y/N)."

He felt her tighten around his fingered, warm velvety walls full of her neediness, “M-Mr. Shinazugawa~” The look on her face showed out much it was affecting her, it was like she was drunk just from the feelings of his fingers. Was she this sensitive of a virgin?

He was a bit shocked by how sensitive and needy she already was. "You're already so tight and needy, (Y/N)," He whispered.

“A-Ah~!” (Y/N) moaned, tensing up a bit at the sensation, “P-Please…” She whined,

He kept teasing her sensitive bud, gently rubbing in small, slow circles. "Please, what?" He murmured in a teasing tone, wanting to hear her whine and beg more.

“Please, I want more,” She whined, wanting him to go faster. She could feel herself growing wetter as his fingers were able to move more easily.

"How much more? Do you think you deserve it from me?" *He inquired, continuing to tease her with his slow circles. He was getting a bit more excited himself, and felt a bit more comfortable about the whole situation now as he continued rubbing her sensitive bud. 

“A-Ah, oh no~” She said, closing her eyes tightly as she felt the coil in her gut wind tighter, knowing she was getting close. But she didn’t want to release yet, she wanted to keep going. She didn’t want this to stop, but she couldn’t already feel part of herself leaking out. “P-Please, I’m your best student.”

"Maybe you are my favorite student, you're so needy and sensitive already... I can feel you already leaking onto my fingers-" He said, moving his fingers faster and curling them ever so slightly.

“I’m gonna make a mess on the desk~” She moaned, trying to keep herself together.

He couldn't help but let out a seductive and sadistic chuckle as he listened to her needy moans. "You're going to make a mess, huh? Sounds like you need to be punished a bit..." He said as he began to move his fingers faster. 

“B-But I- Ah~!” (Y/n) cried out, her eyes shut tightly as she felt her body tense. The coil finally snapped and she could feel herself release in a gush on his fingers. Her legs twitched as he continued to play with her, overstimulation taking hold.

He grinned lowly, watching her release herself in a gush on his fingers. "That's the first punishment, my favorite student." He smirked as he continued to rub her sensitive bud, wanting to overstimulate her and make her feel more sensations. The math teacher enjoyed seeing her overstimulated, seeing her needy and sensitive reactions.

“Ah~ Mmm~” She said, having mixed feelings on the overstimulation. It was painful, but so good at the same time. She wriggled and bucked her hips into his hands as she craved more of the sweet, torturous, pleasurable feeling.

“Now, be nice and a good girl or your punishment will continue…” His other hand that had been holding her leg in place came and gently gripped onto her hip, not wanting her wriggling while overstimulated. He whispered as he slowed his rubbing, wanting to give her a little break while she overstimulated.*

“I-It feels soooo good~” She said, absolutely drunk of pleasure. So much for a punishment.

“You like being punished? Maybe I’m not being harsh enough…” He teased as he began to rub his fingers harder and faster once again, keeping his grip tightly on her hip.

“A-Ahh~!” She cried out, “Mr. Shinazugawa~ More! I promise I’ll be a good student~ I always have been~”

"Oh? Always have been a good student?" He murmured. He said as he stopped to gently pull away his hand, pulling it out of her skirt. He couldn’t help but smirk as he listened to her beg and whine for more. “I guess you deserve a reward then…”

(Y/N) cried out once more as she came for a second time, making yet another mess on Sanemi’s desk. Finally, he pulled his fingers out before licking them clean. (Y/N) seemed to be in too much of a daze as she tried catching her breath.

“I think that’s enough for today,” Sanemi said, figuring she was far too tired to continue any further. But he planned to come back to this later on, and you knew it too.

[ticklishraspberries]

Etiquette Lesson (Alex/Henry)

Summary: Alex finds purposefully disrespecting the crown funny, so Henry quizzes him on proper royal etiquette. (I just watched the movie and WOW, I certainly felt every possible human emotion during it!!! This was based on an anonymous prompt and written in a 1am haze, so I hope you enjoy it! P.S. I have no idea if the little royal factoid I included is true, but I read it in like 5 articles so fingers crossed I wasn’t lied to!!!)

Alex Claremont-Diaz is many things: A son, a brother, an activist, a bisexual icon. He is also a fucking menace. At least, according to Zahra, June, his mother, and most recently, Henry.

“I stand by what I said at the wedding,” the prince says. “You need a serious lesson in etiquette.”

Apparently it’s  not appropriate to try and seduce your boyfriend in the bathroom of a charity dinner, or so Henry claims.

Alex grins. “You could teach me a lesson any time,” he practically purrs.

Henry’s cheeks are pink and he clearly has to wrestle with his instincts to keep it in his pants and not teach Alex that very lesson right here, right now.

“When we’re back in our room,” Henry replies, straightening his suit jacket. He gives Alex a wink and slips out of the bathroom before his partner can protest.

The rest of the dinner is agonizing for them both, desperate to get their hands on one another.

Once they reach their hotel room, though, Alex is already unbuttoning his jacket and tossing it to the floor before the door has even shut all the way.

“You are a menace.” Henry points an accusatory finger with one hand, while the other makes sloppy work of his tie.

Alex flashes a grin. “And you love me for it, Your Majesty.”

Henry takes two steps forward and pushes him against the mattress, mischief sparkling in his blue eyes. “How many times must I remind you, that title is reserved for the King?” he asks, pinning Alex’s hands.

“But it’s so fun to call you by the wrong honorifics, baby.”

“Alright, here’s how this is going to work: it are going to answer my question, and if you get them right, you can do all the things you promised to do to me in that washroom. If you get it wrong, however, I’m going to punish you. Understood?”

Alex lets out a breath. “How exactly do you plan to punish me, Your Majesty?” he asks, fanning the flame.

Henry chuckles, leaning down so that his lips brush Alex’s ear, making goosebumps rise on his brown skin. “I’m going to tickle you until you beg for mercy, obviously.”

It’s not the answer Alex was expecting, and he flushes, immediately beginning to squirm. “Oh, baby, come on, you don’t—”

“We can always just go to bed, if you’d rather not take the risk,” Henry cuts him off.

Alex knows that's Henry’s way of reassuring him they don’t have to do this. That if Alex hates the sound of that, they can pretend it was never said and move on. They’ll probably even still fuck if he taps out now, because they are both half-hard and a little bit tipsy.

But Alex hates backing down from a challenge, and he supposes there are worse punishments Henry could have suggested…

“Deal,” he finally says.

Henry grins down at him in the sexiest way possible and Alex has to bite his lip to keep from whining.

“What flower do royal women traditionally include in their wedding bouquets?”

Alex blinks at him, disbelieving. “Are you serious? Why the hell would I know that?”

“Are you giving up already?” Henry asks, resting his fingers on Alex’s belly.

“No, no, wait—Uh, lilies?”

Henry’s fingers start moving without warning, scribbling up towards Alex’s ribs. “Want another guess?”

Alex has already begun giggling like mad, the anticipation and champagne in his bloodstream making him twice as susceptible to the ticklish touch. “Violets?” he guesses between laughter. 

Henry clicks his tongue with mock disappointment. “No, sorry love. I’ll give you one more guess.”

He’s scratching at the spot between Alex’s top rib and the hollows of his armpits, and the First Son is a cackling mess because of it. “Fuck, I don’t—Uh, tulips?”

Henry shakes his head. “That’s too bad, dear. Clearly you need to read up more on my country’s traditions. I’ll have Shaan put together a file for you,” he teases, leaning in to pepper soft kisses across Alex’s neck, and sneaking a cheeky nip to his collarbone for good measure.

Alex kicks his legs, his laughter bubbly and joyful and absolutely adorable, as far as Henry is concerned. He’s known that Alex is ticklish since the third time they hooked up, and he got his head crushed between the American’s legs after touching his inner thighs too softly.

“Baby, c’mon,” Alex gasps, scrunching up his shoulders in a lame attempt to protect his neck.

“Begging already?” Henry asks.

Despite the desperation in his laughter, Alex shakes his head, defiant as ever.

“Suit yourself.”

Henry quickly grabs at his hips, squeezing in a way that always makes him turn to jelly. The squirming and kicking stops as Alex becomes boneless on the pristine hotel sheets, his laugh breathless and wild and beautiful.

“Okay, okay, I’m begging,” he babbles. “Please, baby, no more.”

Henry stops immediately, running soothing palms up Alex’s arms, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks. “You are such a brat,” he mutters.

Alex snorts between gasps of air. “You never told me the answer.”

“Hm?”

“To the question you tortured me over? What flower is it?”

“Myrtle,” Henry replies.

“What? How was I going to guess that? That’s not a flower, that’s a ghost from Harry Potter!”

Henry laughs. “Maybe I didn’t want you to guess it correctly.”

“You set me up, you dick!”

Alex is on him in an instant, fingers finding the curve of Henry’s waist and digging in until the room is filled with laughter once again.

Alex might be an absolute menace, but Henry supposes he can be one as well.