#so getting into this stupid silly show made me want to embrace stupid silly things

[moth-nocturna]

dumping south park sketches lol

[myslvtwritings]

HIII COULD YOU DO THE UPPER MOONS WITH A CRYBABY READER? (A thought of mine,of them taking care of me while I sit and cry and babble in there arms about something small 😖😖😖)

Aww, i love this idea! yes i’ll definitely do it!

➤ Uppermoon’s reaction to their S/O being a crybaby

➤ headcanons

Uppermoons x crybaby!GN!reader

including: Muzan, kokushibo, Douma, Akaza and the Hantengu clones (Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu & Urogi)

warnings: smaller reader, mentions of murder, semi-nsfw?

Muzan Kibutsuji

• We all know how he is.

• Being the demon king, he isn’t the very best at comfort. I think we’re all aware of that.

• Isn’t fazed by your crying. i mean, it isn’t anything new to him. He murders and eats people on a daily basis so crying isn’t something that’s unusual for him to witness..

• However, it’s YOU crying.

• You crying makes Muzan feel… not good.

• He can’t really explain it.

• All he knows is that he strongly dislikes seeing/hearing you cry.

• At first he scolded you for showing such emotions. But then he only realized he made you cry more afterwards.

• Muzan feels horrible. But you’ll never hear that coming from him.

• The two of you are the complete opposite.

• He only got angry at you for crying at first because you were crying over something so stupid and second of all he didn’t want to admit he didn’t like seeing you cry and has no idea how to comfort you properly.

• He doesn’t want to come off as weak.

• Eventually, he’ll own up, apologize for his behavior. After all, he didn’t really mean it. (Believe it or not)

• Muzan isn’t just so great with emotions and he isn’t used to have such an emotional S/O.

• Will stroke your hair as you lay your head in his lap.

• He’ll listen to you vent about whatever upset you. Even if it’s stupid in his eyes.

• “You weep over such silly things, my dear.”

• Muzan will hush and wipe your tears. Thats all you’ll get.

• Now if SOMEONE upset you, they’ll be dead immediately. No questions asked.

• Muzan doesn’t care if you don’t want it. He’ll do it anyway or just lie and say he won’t do it. Which he will

• Doesn’t give a shit who it is either. Even if it’s a family member he’ll destroy them.

• Because how dare they make his beloved S/O cry?

• He’ll literally torture whoever made you this upset. So that’s another way of him showing his love for you. Even if it’s in a horrific way.

• Then he’ll proceed to tell you about how he killed the person who made you sad. 😟 (Doesn’t leave out any details)

• Goes into a state of severe confusion as you cry more. He expects you to treat him like a superior being and says you should be thankful he decided to lend you his presence and time in the first place..

Kokushibo

• Like Muzan, he isn’t an expert when it comes to comforting someone.

• He’s used to being solitary so this is all new for him! Please understand.

• But unlike Muzan, Kokushibo won’t be annoyed by your crying.

• Kokushibo has cried himself before so why should he judge you? (Even though he’s only cried like.. once)

• All though Koku has cried before. It was awhile ago and he barely remembers it. However, he isn’t a crybaby.

• He’s honestly surprised by how much you cry.

• Never has encountered a human who cries as much as you do.

• It comes to a point where sometimes he feels helpless.

• Kokushibo isn’t very vocal. So expect him to be more on the physical side when it comes to comfort.

• Words of affirmation isn’t his strong suit either.

• Becomes immensely confused when you cry more whenever he hugs you. (You cry more when people comfort you)

• Like huh?? Why did you start to cry more?? Should he stop??

• Kokushibo will just pick you up bridal style and set you down on a futon. He’ll cuddle you for awhile until you fall asleep in his arms.

• Isn’t the type to give you advice nor is he responsive but he’ll definitely listen to you.

• Just holds you against his chest as you sob into his embrace.

• Will brutally murder anyone who upset you. He isn’t going to let that shit slide.

• If you beg him not to he’ll be hesitant. He wants to kill them for you but at the same time he doesn’t want to make you further upset if he does carry out the murder.

• Let’s all be blunt, in the end, he won’t listen to you. He won’t let anyone get away with hurting his S/O.

• Kokushibo will know this’ll upset you more but he does it anyway. He doesn’t want anyone messing with you.

Douma

• Oh great heavens..

• Out of all the uppermoons he’s definitely the most touchy/affectionate/comforting. (somewhat)

• Knows how to comfort others. (But it’s not genuine)

• With you it’s entirely different though!

• Butttt he’s still the type to tease his S/O. His toxic trait is that this sadistic basted finds great pleasure in seeing you cry.

• The way you’ll cling yourself to HIM, in need of HIS attention and comfort, desiring HIM and no one else:

• Douma FEEDSSS off that shit.

• Gets off by how vulnerable you get. (New turn on)

• Another thing is that he won’t severely pity you when you cry. After all, he’s not the best when it comes to emotion.

• Also not the type to be fazed by your crying state. i mean, he deals with his followers crying to him ALL the time about their stupid problems.

• Does not give a fuck about them.

• He is USED to not giving a fuck. That’s why he’s surprised he cares whenever you’re crying. Even if it’s over something so minor.

• Douma cares but doesn’t understand fully, yk?

• You need to be patent with him. After all, emotion is new for him. (He only experiences it around you)

anyway..

• Babies you whenever you cry.

• “Oh, my, my! What’s wrong, my sweet lotus?”

• As soon as he sees your tear-stained face he’ll just snatch you up without even asking and pull you onto his huge lap.

• Adores how adorable you look on his lap! You’re so tiny in his arms like this!!

• Let’s you babble about whatever upset you.

• Honestly, he ain’t even listening, he’s just admiring how vulnerable you look right now.

• He’ll just pepper your face in kisses and wipe your tears away.

• Cups your face and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Douma reminds you that everything will be okay and that you’re safe with him.

• Sometimes he licks your tears.

• Teases you relentlessly if you cry over something stupid.

• Will instantly kill anyone who made you upset.

• Douma usually eats people when they’re this upset so they no longer have to bare the pain but he doesn’t want to eat you. Surprisingly.

• Confused by his own feelings.

• There was a time where you were upset and Douma straight up asked you if you want to be eaten by him.

• Yeah, bros a menace.

Akaza

• This man is SOOO sweet about it.

• The first time you cried in front of him he flipped out😭

• Like huh?? what’s wrong?? are you okay??

• On the inside he’s panicking.

• Is surprised by how vulnerable you can get whenever you’re a mess like this.

• If you’re human, low-key enjoys the power imbalance.

• Though, Akaza absolutely despises witnessing you cry.

• Never makes fun of you. Even if you’re crying over something that others view as stupid. He won’t ever pass judgment towards you or even tease you.

• Akaza will 100% listen to you vent about whatever upset you.

• Oh? what’s that? SOMEONE upset you?

• Yeah, he is coming after them. even if it’s a woman.

• Doesn’t care.

• No one hurts his S/O.

• Akaza wants to protect you. Out of every uppermoon he is the most overprotective.

• Is almost TOO protective.

• You were growing relatively concerned for how overprotective he was. You mostly just didn’t want him to get hurt.

• “I have to ensure you’re safe at all times.”

• Kinda scary at times.

• He wants you out of harms way at all costs.

• Isn’t used to physical touch but whenever you’re sad he’ll definitely give you lots of cuddles.

• Will let you babble on and on.

• Isn’t the best advice giver but he’ll help you in his own way.

• Demons aren’t used to comforting others after all so he needs to ease up to it.

• Proceeds to ask you what he can do to make you feel better!

• You cry frequently and it honestly concerns him.

• Once you finally tell him you’re just sensitive and that you cry over things easily he’ll understand.

• Lays down with you and holds you firmly against his chest as you cry your little heart out.

• Forehead kisses too.

• Akaza is a gentleman! Would so cook your favorite meals whenever you’re having a bad day.

• He isn’t toxic in any way. Just his only red flag is probably being too overprotective? (If you could even call that a red flag)

Sekido

• Let’s be completely honest.

• Sekido is going to be aggravated over the fact you’re a crybaby.

• He’ll be passive aggressive towards you.

• Not because he hates you, or because he’s mad at you. This is all just a cover up because he legitimately has no clue how to help you or comfort you.

• He’s very uneducated and inexperienced when it comes to this kind of situation.

• Sekido just grows more angered with myself that he doesn’t know how to help you. Instead of communicating with you about it he just takes his frustrations out on you.

• This makes you even more upset and only turns you into a bigger of a crybaby.

• Sekido secretly feels horrible.

• Eventually he mans up and apologizes stubbornly. Admits that he’s not used to comforting others and isn’t a fan of crying.

• Of course you forgive him because you know how he is. You know that he didn’t mean it.

• Sekido is not exactly uncomfortable around those who are sensitive. I mean, he deals with Aizetsu so he’s used to it.

• Sekido isn’t just used to comforting others.

• In fact, he’s HORRIBLE at it.

• The best you’ll get is cuddles (if you’re lucky)

• Then again, he ain’t used to this 😔😔

• Fortunately for you, Sekido will do his best to try and appear less intimidating around you.

• Lowers the volume of his booming voice for you and attempts to act more soothing around your presence.

• See? he does care. Just is not ideal at showing it.

• Like the other demons if anyone made you cry Sekido will definitely take care of them for you!

Karaku

• THIS MAN ADORES YOU! (in a peculiar way..)

• The second he sees you a crying mess he’s scooping you up into his arms and cradling you.

• He’ll lay down with you and allow you to lay your head on his chest as you cry.

• Karaku will understand if you’re upset over something that actually makes sense but if it’s something tiny he’s like; ???

• Teases you about it:(

• Similar to Douma, he gets off by how you rely on him when you’re an emotional wreck.

• Sometimes Karaku will purposely make you cry because he’s lowkey a sadist.

• Karaku has that little secret smirk on his face whenever you start babbling about whatever it is upset you.

• Just shushes you as your babbling continues.

• First, he will comfort you before gladly executing the asshole who hurt your fragile little heart.

• “Awhh! It’s okay darlin’ you don’t have to worry about them anymore!!”

• Once he debated on whether or not he should tell you that he kills whoever upset you.

• Unlike the other uppermoons for some reason he doesn’t tell you that he killed the person who made you cry.

• Karaku doesn’t say anything in hidden fear that he’ll scare you more or make you cry again.

• Don’t get me wrong, loves comforting you, loves how you need him, but he also hates seeing you cry.

• Always wants you to feel satisfied and happy!

• Karaku will do ANYTHING in his power to get your tears to stop.

• Offers you sex to help you feel better 💀 (bros a hypersexual)

• However, if he’s having a bad day then he might not be the best at comfort. But if he’s not having a bad or unusual day then he dedicates all his time to you and you alone!

Aizetsu

• Aizetsu understands you more than anyone else.

• He also has the strong tendency to be a crybaby himself.

• At first, Aizetsu will he too shy to comfort you.

• This is is mostly because he is afraid he might do something wrong.

• But eventually he gets over it.

• Aizetsu feels bad for you and would hate to leave you alone.

• He does what you do to comfort him whenever he’s upset.

• Like you, small things will trigger his emotions.

• So he relates to you in a way.

• Aizetsu adores you and loves you so much!

• Will give you all the attention and comfort you need.

• Aizetsu will even ditch missions just to take care of you. He’d hate to leave you alone.

• You’re always there for him whenever he’s feeling down so of course he’s going to do the same for you!

• He desperately wants to hurt whoever made you cry

• Unlike the others, Aizetsu will listen to you and not murder who hurt you if you protest against it. He respects you and doesn’t want you to feel even more hurt.

• Y’all are both big crybabies together.

• Crying sessions? yes. 100%.

• Aizetsu will hold you and play with your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear to soothe your nerves.

• Literally on the verge of tears whenever he sees you cry:(

• He isn’t a big fan of seeing you upset so he’ll do anything to make his precious S/O smile!

• “You don’t know how much your smile means to me..”

Urogi

• HATES seeing you cry.

• Becomes veryyyy overprotective.

• But not to worry! He will never judge you.

• Might tease you a TINY bit though.

• Okay, i’m bluffing, he’ll tease you A LOT. not as much as Douma and Karaku though.

• Urogi will only really tease you when you’re crying over something small.

• Knows when something is up or when you’re holding back tears. It’s pretty damn obvious no there’s no need to lie to him.

• As i said before, Urogi won’t ever judge you!

• The moment you begin to break down you’re scooped up into his arms

• “Hey, hey, hey! what’s the matter, sweetheart?”

• Will pressure you into telling him what’s wrong.

• Isn’t too thrilled when he realizes how downright negative you are.

• Probably forces you to smile, he’ll gently use his talons to force your lips into a smiling while chuckling at you. (Tries not to accidentally cut you in the process)

• Gives you reassurance that he’s here for you and there is no need to feel upset!!

• Is more than happy to kill the unworthy bastard who made you dry.

• I feel like Urogi would just take you flying somewhere to get some fresh hair. That’ll help, right?!

• The type to wrap his wings around you. His wings are quite big so he loves seeing how tiny you look in them.

• Tickle fights? yes! definitely! Wants to see a real smile so this menace will begin ticking you out of no where until you’re a giggling mess.

• Urogi is the talkative type so he will keep talking to you in hopes that’ll calm you down/distract you at least.

That’s about all! I apologize if some of them are shorter than the others. Thank you for sending in this request! i’m working on more at the moment so my apologies if it takes me awhile to post.

[wintersera]

I just need anything g!p heejin or jinsoul, they have been FILLING my brains lately. I CANT

sub g!p jinsoul x dom f!reader

notes: have been a jinsoul stan since 2018 and i haven’t seen much loona smut in a while so this ask is saur perfect MWAH anon lemme give u a smooch <33

cw: cute desperate subby jinsoul, dom reader, oral (giving), uh dick grinding, teasy reader, g!p idol.

word count: 2.1k

you two knew each other from your time as trainees back in bbc BURN THAT FUCKASS COMPANY. years go by and you see your best friend finally debut under the group loona. what she didn’t know is that you thought of her constantly, months into your friendship you were falling in love with her and then more months go by and you’re thinking lewd thoughts about her. she’d often wear these shorts during practice showing her perfectly thick cock through the material, wanting nothing more than to take it out right here right now and give her the best head she’d ever have. but anyways unfortunately for you, you never made the cut, eventually leaving the company for good and training under a different label trying to make a name for yourself. due to this you weren’t able to contact soulie at all :(( feeling empty and lonely without her presence, and because of that shit ass company she was in, contacting her was nearly impossible and you knew for a fact it would take ages for you to even text her again. you couldn’t bear being away from her at all but since you guys were training, her being a soon to be idol at that time, you chose to never confess your undying feelings for the sake of her debut and the sake of your sanity.

years later you debut under hybes new girlgroup ‘le sserafim’. although you knew the chances of seeing jinsoul again were slim, a small hope in you wishes you’d bump into eachother in the waiting rooms. maybe the world was against you, never seeing her during her own promotions. god, you missed her so much.

and out of nowhere the gods had blessed the world, making a comeback with oec whilst you were inkigayos temporary host. luck favoured you this time. you stood patiently at their waiting room door, heart thumping in your chest. she was in there and you knew it, hearing her silly laugh probably laughing at some stupid thing kim lip was doing or maybe just laughing at her for simply making an angry face. knocking on the door your heart reaches your head, beating louder and louder and louder. focused on calming your heartbeat you don’t realise that she’s right in front of you, a silly grin plastered on her face.

“it’s been so long how have you been y/n?” suddenly embracing you in her arms. you knew she was always affectionate like this, but now it feels way more different. it felt like electricity surging through your body. oh how you missed her touch. “i knew you’d debut some day but in le sserafim? the concept suits you so much you know” a proud smile on her face. “OH also i did watch all your stages if you were wondering, you look really really good”

confessing that she found you attractive shot an arrow through your heart, well in your delusional head you definitely thought that. your one sided crush resurfacing as soon as she compliments you. “OEC 10 minutes till you’re on stage again!!!” her manager beckoning her to go back inside to get her makeup re-applied. “i’ll contact you later- wait, give me your phone real quick” following her orders you scramble for your phone, pulling it out of your pockets. “see you later” leaving with a wink, handing your phone back to you with a brand new number in your contacts.

delusional thinking does not do you well, you’d definitely have to find a way to fuck her. and of course confess your crush- but currently your mind is pretty much focused on pleasuring her first.

after weeks went by contacting her through text and stuff you finally found an available time slot for the both of you, praying to whatever is holy that your schedule doesn’t make a drastic change. she offered for you to go to her dorm since both of the other members had solo schedules that day. although you did miss seeing choerry and kimlip you didn’t mind only just hanging out with her.

you kinda got what she was thinking. inviting you to her dorm, alone. your texts often becoming quite heated from time to time, eventually leading up to you being unbelievably horny at night. you knew she was trying to get with you and you couldn’t care any less. you wanted her badly, even if it was just a fling. you needed jinsoul.

knocking on her door, you space out wondering what you were gonna do. you’re ‘hanging’ out? yeah sure you definitely are… its not like she’s grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the dorm, telling you that she needs you badly. hold on… thats exactly what she’s doing. it’s been so long since she’s seen you and she desperately wants you to fuck her. “this is really out of the blue, but you and me are close and i’ve missed you so much. obviously you can refuse, but right now i want you” heart fluttering at her confession you comply.

hands moving on their own, not even using your words, you grab her jaw making her look directly at you. eye to eye “so you want me to fuck you? is that what you’re implying?” oh poor soulie, always so defenseless when it comes to this. she’s always on the attack so why is she so submissive when she wants you? blood rushing to her face she’s speechless, fidgeting with her hair and shuffling around awkwardly, possibly trying to hide her hard on. it’s on full display there’s no chance of hiding it now my dear. teasing her came easy, you knew how her personality works and you used that to your advantage. “always so big on words but as soon as someone gives you the same energy back you’re flustered? i missed that side of you so much jinsoul”

not even making your way out of the doorway you find yourself at her chest taking off her bra smiling and drooling at the thought of her naked tits. you take things fast with her, sucking on her nipples while you’re pawing at her cock thoroughly inspecting her length. impatient, you take it out of her boxers, the tip hitting her abs creating a dull thud that echoed through you brain. licking your lips, you wonder how she tastes placing a hand on her thigh stabilising yourself as you get down on your knees. complete mess under your touch, resting her back on the front door, grabbing the back of your head and the door knob just in case kimlip and choerry happen to come back early.

sliding yourself down, trailing licks and kisses down from her chest to her stomach and to the base of her dick, pressing your face against her rock hard cock once you made yourself all the way down there. locking eyes with her you kiss the tip of her dick, precum already oozing out. her legs twitching at the sensation of it all, your lips lightly grazing against her skin. hand leaving the door knob to cover her mouth while you start working on her tip. teasing her with kitten licks, smirking at all the lewd noises coming from her mouth and from her slick cock.

“babyyy” whining out in the tiniest voice you’ve heard from her “p-please.. skip the teas-mmm skip the teasing ,y/n take me whole” begging and pouting her lips at you. although you’d go crazy on her, the thought of having her beg whilst squirming was so delicious to you.

“not just yet, i’m not done with you” standing up you drag her to the unoccupied couch commanding her to lay down, face up. taking off the black skirt you were wearing ,worn specifically for her to ogle at you whilst you bend down, letting it fall to your ankles followed by your panties which were also tossed aside. coming over to her, straddling her hips as you tease her with the view. “watch this” just hovering above her dick, you slowly hike up your shirt exposing your not so covering bra. placing the fabric in between your mouth so that it wouldn’t fall down, you take her hand, rubbing circles with your thumb to get her to relax. “want to touch?” voice low and raspy, blessing her ears.

face lighting up, her eyes widen. she’s so excited about your tits that’s so cute what the hell. “y-yeah…” stammering cutely as her hands shake, reaching for your bra. “take it off please?” asking so sweetly, you do so. eyes glued onto the way your tits fall out as the bra comes off of you. “so pretty”

as much as you wanted to pounce on her dick right now, you wanted to tease her even more. the cute dumb look on her face was so precious to you that you couldn’t take your eyes away from her every single little reaction. watching as you fondle your own breasts right in front of her you notice that her dick is standing straight up. god you want it in you so bad. but not yet. teasingly touching her stomach drawing shapes on her skin ,almost but not really, touching the base of her cock. “pleeeasee, y/n i’m so desperate for you come onnn” yet again whining as you touch her ever so lightly. “hurrryyy, i need you so bad” raising her hips high into the air trying to reach the entrance of your cunt.

“ah- ah ah” clicking your tongue at her “be patient or else you won’t get your reward” tears pricking her eyes she frowns in defeat. she’s so close but sooo far away.

holding her dick suddenly makes her whole body twitch, unintentionally making her moan your name. pressing her dick flat against her stomach, you finally press your drenched cunt against her shaft. not what shes craving but it feels good nonetheless. starting out slowly you begin to grind on her cock, feeling the bumpy veins hit your clit perfectly. using both of your hands you place them against her stomach lightly, holding her gently so that you can control your grinding.

“ahhh y/n~ keep doing that” enjoying the way your tits bounce up and down, jinsoul already feels like she’s going to cum. holding your hips helping you grind harder on her, she lets out a low groan “hnnnmg, shitt- i love you, y/n i love you so much” confessing her love for you as she cums, legs twitching as her back lifts from the couch, tightening her grip on your hips, cum splurting all over her stomach. feeling generous you lean down licking all the cum off of her abs, humming at the sweet taste. after her orgasm she’d notice that you still haven’t came. wanting you to feel good as well she lifts you up by the hips and places her tip at your entrance. “sit down… please” with a soft voice commanding you on her cock. wetness helping you, you slide herself inside your cunt, almost hitting your cervix because she’s just that big. long dragged out moans spilling from your mouth as she adjusts herself comfortably inside of you “fuck- you’re really really tight, i don't think i can move much”

“not unless i do this” flashing her a sly smile, you rock your hips back and forth slowly. feeling yourself loosen up, you begin to ride her harder bouncing and smashing yourself into her thick cock. “soulie, you’re- you’re so big aahh.. your cock feels s-so good” no shame in moaning you let yourself go wild, beginning to go crazy on her cock, you scream out her name, loving the feeling of her big dick filling your pussy up. hands on her shoulders you lean into her, arching your back so that you can fuck yourself better. missing her touch you grab her arms wrapping around your waist as you let her fuck you fiercely “mmmm.. jinsoulll, i missed your touch so- fuck.. i missed y-your touch so much ah-“ now chasing your high it was your turn to confess as you reach your orgasm “jinsoul- oh my god, i-i love you so mu- fuck, i love you so so much, gonna cum, i’m cumming ahh..” vision turning blurry, you believe your seeing stars. gripping onto her shoulders like she’s going to leave you once more, you let your climax course through your system, making you lose all sense of being. yes it was that good. helping you ride out your high, she cums in you a few seconds later, feeling your pussy tighten around her dick sent her body into pure bliss, letting out guttural moans as she spews her hot cum inside of you.

feeling the effects of fatigue, you collapse into her arms. embracing you once more you smile at her sweetness. “wrong moment.. but can you be my girlfriend?”

giggling at her silliness you can’t help but kiss her on the lips “i was going to ask you the same thing you silly”

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Trine [2]

Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Part One • Trine Masterlist • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • request info

Summary: Blue is invited to a dinner party at Anselm's mansion.

Part 1/Series Masterlist

A/N: Oh no, not me writing another chapter. (Also Trine anon, I'm working on your ask!) This is pretty much all just smut.

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (m & f receiving), hand job, fingering, edging, p in v sex, double penetration, Blue being a sub, getting a bit emotional after sex, typos I'm sure, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 6366

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Nerves twisted in Blue's stomach, jumped and raced around. He couldn't recall the last time his heart had beat so hard it made him light headed when it wasn't a life or death situation.

And this was just a god damned dinner party. 

He readjusted his tie for what must have been the twentieth time since he'd stepped out of the car. 

It was just a dinner party. Casual. There was nothing to be anxious about. 

Sure this would be the first time he'd seen you and Anselm since… since the meeting.

Sure he had fought with himself during the last two weeks, going back and forth over whether he should contact either of you directly. (Anselm's subordinates had been in touch regularly about the club expansion.) 

He flip flopped quickly, one moment being certain that it was just a one time thing and then the next wanting to throw himself down on his hands and knees and beg both of you for the smallest caress. 

Blue had managed to fight off the later urge. Just. 

And then he'd received a dinner party invitation and his heart had skipped a beat. 

It was probably nothing, meant nothing to you or Anselm. Blue was more than ready to politely smile and make small chat with the other guests. If he could just get a minute of yours and Anselm's time, a moment of your attention. A second.

He shook his head and swallowed, trying to push down those stupid thoughts. God, he was a businessman for christ's sake, not a love sick puppy. 

Blue straightened his tie again and took a deep breath before he knocked on the front door.

Anselm's house, well mansion was a more correct word, Blue had even had to pass through a security check before he drove into the grounds, wasn't a particularly far drive. But Anselm had offered to send a car for Blue. 

He had declined, preferring to drive himself. It gave him something to focus on besides the nerves that were threatening to squirm out of his stomach and start chewing on his internal organs. 

The butler opened the door, greeting Blue by name ‘Mr Jones’, and showed him to the parlour. Blue tried not to stare at the grand open plan spaces, tried to pretend like he was used to this. 

It was easier said than done. 

The butler stopped at the parlour room door and opened it for Blue, closing it behind him. 

The room was grand, like the rest of the mansion, but here seemed homely, more lived it. It was empty of other guests, save for you. 

You smiled warmly the second you laid eyes on him, walking over quickly to greet him. 

The dark blue dress you were wearing made his breath catch in his throat. Any rational thoughts and plans of being composed completely flying out of the window. 

“Blue!” You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek. 

It took him a moment too long to react, and he stumbled over a greeting as he hugged you back. Your perfume overwhelmed him, seeping into his lungs and nearly lifting him off his feet. 

You moved back, your hands still on his shoulders, just far enough to look into his eyes. Still standing close, closer than you would if you were greeting an acquaintance, or an old friend. This, this was similar to a lovers embrace-

He blinked heavily, trying to force those silly thoughts out of his mind. 

“Did you drive here okay?” You’re still smiling at him brightly, blindingly. 

“I, erm, yes. The drive was fine, thank you.” He muttered. 

You absentmindedly rub his cheek with your thumb, removing the lipstick you’d left when you’d kissed him. 

His eyes flutter closed, revelling in it for a second before he snapped back to attention. Trying to compose himself. 

“Aww,” you whisper, moving a step closer so that your chest is flush with his. “Are you nervous, sweetheart?” 

A little gasp escaped his lips and heat built in his cheeks. 

“I can feel your heart pounding.” You run your fingers down his cheek and to his neck, just tracing his jugular vein. “You’re not scared of little old me, are you?”  

He shook his head, his eyes hooded, unable to look away. 

“Good.” You barely speak the word, leaning closer to him and pressing a deep kiss against his lips. 

He whines softly as you open his mouth with your own, his hands gripping your waist and keeping you against him. As if you would ever want to move away.

You swallow down his moans happily, chuckling when he gasps in surprise as you gently push him down against the settee. 

You can’t help but smile at the way he looks up at you, blinking in confusion. “You’re so cute.” You trace his bottom lip with your thumb before you climb onto his lap, your knees either side of his thighs. 

Heat rises to Blue’s face, his breathing falters for a moment. And you see that glaze start to creep across his eyes, the same one from Anselm’s office. 

“Do you like that?” You kiss his cheek again, not bothering to wipe away the lipstick stains all over his skin and mouth. 

Blue looks up at you, a little mesmerised and you giggle again. 

“Do you like that? Being called cute?” 

He blushes and nods once, shyly. 

“Good,” you lean closer to him again, just trailing your lips over his. “Because you are.” 

His fingers tighten on your waist as he arches up, trying to kiss you deeply again. But you move back, always just out of his reach. 

Blue lets out a quiet whine, pouting ever so slightly. 

You grin. “What’s that face for?” 

“Please?” He leans up again, pushing his hands against the small of your back. 

“Please what?” 

“Please kiss me again.”

You bite your lip, your smile widening as you bend down and kiss him softly. 

He moans against you, letting out a mumbled “thank you,” that sends heat straight to your core. 

You run your hands through his short hair, rolling your hips against his, drinking down the little sounds of excitement he makes as you brush your centre along his hardening cock. 

“I see you’ve started the party without me.” Anselm’s voice is full of amusement as he walks into the room. 

You look up at your husband and smile as Blue lets out a stuttered breath. He gazes at the older man, still holding tightly onto your waist. 

“Having fun?” Anselm puts his hand on your shoulder and leans down to kiss you intensely. 

“Very much.” You mutter against his lips and he chuckles. 

Blue squirms a little underneath you, nerves beginning to fester along his skin, but Anselm turns to him and tilts downwards. 

He runs his fingers softly along Blues cheek before sliding them around the back of his neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. He slips his tongue into his mouth. Growling when Blue moans against him. 

When he pulls back Blue looks bewitched, almost hypnotised. You smile and lean forward, scraping your teeth along his pulse point before kissing his neck. 

Blue gasps and shivers, his fingers digging into you, “ah, please.” 

The sound of his voice is delicious, so hedy and lost in sensations already. 

“What about you Blue?” Anselm asks quietly, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Having fun?” 

Blue nods his head rapidly, his mouth dry. It’s only now that he notices Anselm’s suit, dark navy that matched your dress. His tie and pocket square were lighter though, a soft baby blue. 

“Good.” Anselm presses his lips back to Blue’s, happily drinking down his moans while you sucked on his neck. 

Blue wiggled under your combined actions, trying to hold you both close while not completely succumbing to the pleasure sparking along his veins. 

As if in complete sync, both you and Anselm trail your hands along his clothed thighs, dragging your fingers upwards without breaking your kisses. 

Blue whimpers against Anselm’s mouth, his fingers clutching at your back, as both you and your husband trace either side of his cock through his trousers. 

His length twitches, already so hard and desperate to be freed from the confines of his clothing.

“Fuck.” Blue mutteres between kisses, his hips jerking upwards despite himself. He swallows, trying to regain some semblance of control as you both continue to tease him. 

You bite his neck hard and he shivers, goosebumps breaking out on his skin under your tongue. Instinctively, he arches up against you, pressing himself as close as he can physically get and pushing at your lower back until you grind your pussy against his thigh. 

A low moan rumbles in his chest as the heat from your core touches his leg. His left hand on your back urges you to move against him. While with his right he tries to pull Anselm down onto his other thigh. 

Anselm chuckles, moving his mouth away from Blue. “Eager little thing aren’t you?” 

Blue swallows, his throat bobbing under your kisses. He opens his mouth to speak but can only moan when you lick up his neck and bite softly at his ear. 

“Don’t tease him Anselm,” you chide your husband, but there’s no aggression in your tone. “He’s just asking for what he wants.” 

Your words make Blue’s insides turn to jelly, his dick throbbing almost painfully. He gazes up at you as you firmly take hold of his chin and pull him into a soft, long kiss.

“Well, we were going to have dinner first.” Anselm strokes his beard lightly, speaking directly to Blue once you have broken the kiss. “But, it looks like we’re going to have to take care of you before that, hmm?” 

Blue’s skin burns with heat, he swallows, trying to focus and force his mind back into some semblance of a respectable guest. “I,” he groans, his eyes rolling back and burying his face into your neck as you palm him through his trousers. “Please.”

Anselm laughs kindly. “Don’t tease him sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek. 

“I’m allowed to tease him.” You blink innocently at your husband, still stroking Blue’s cock.

“Oh,” he shifts closer so he can kiss your neck, whispering close to your ear. “Are you?” 

“Yes.” You breathe, leaning into his touch as his lips ghost over your skin.

“I see.” The words barely leave his mouth as he bites softly, sucking a love bite just below your ear before titling your head with his warm hand so he can kiss you roughly. 

There’s a dangerous desire burning just below Anselm’s skin. An inferno that has liquified his bones and nearly driven him to madness. You recognise the need within him instantly, despite his well cultivated calm exterior. Your husband is just as desperate as the man underneath you. 

“Bed.” Anselm finally whispers when the kiss ends and you nod. 

Blue barely manages to register what both of you are saying as he tries to grind up against your palm. But the words slowly filter in. 

“What, what about the other guest?” He mutters, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fights the urge to just give in and rut against your light touch. 

“Oh baby.” You smile and squeeze his dick gently. 

Blue moans beautifully, desperate as he silently begs you for more. 

Anselm grins. “You’re the only guest we invited.”

It’s a little easier to cajole Blue upstairs than you thought. His eagerness is both a help and a hindrance, as he can’t stop himself from kissing either of you. From leaning into your caresses and holding you close. 

And you can’t resist him, indulging in every touch whenever he whimpers with need. 

“He’s got you wrapped around his little finger, my love.” Anselm breathes into your neck as all three of you are halfway up the stairs.  

“As if you aren’t the same.” You smile and tease, nodding to your husband’s unbuckled belt and where Blue’s hand disappears under his trousers.

Anselm nips at the love bite he left earlier. “Unfair.” 

You grin. 

Blue hardly takes any notice of the room you both pull in into, too preoccupied to even think. His mind humming, running blissfully quiet on just the need to feel you both against him. 

Anselm pulls off Blue’s suit jacket from behind, kissing his jaw and the left side of his neck, while you loosen Blue’s tie and unbutton his shirt. You trail your lips over his clavicle, sucking hard at the skin just below his collar bone. 

Blue moans freely, completely lost to both of you as he tries to move to help you help him out of his clothes. 

Little murmurs of “please, please, please,” leaving his mouth with every breath. 

Anselm undoes Blue’s belt while you unzip his fly. Both of you again working in that spooky tandem as if this was some well coordinated plan. 

Neither of you touch his cock, even after he’s been stripped bare, and Blue can’t help the sob that rises out of him.

“Please, please,” he moans, so wretched as you both kiss and caress his skin. Gliding your hands over his stomach and ass, pinching his nipples and making his legs shake. 

His length bobs with every shuddered breath, the tip needy and red, dripping with precum. 

He lets you both lead him to the large bed, laying him in the middle and pushing his back down against the soft sheets. 

Blue leans up on his elbows the second you both step away from him. It’s too much, far too much. The arousal is boiling in his blood, almost burning him alive. He needs you both so, so badly. 

The desperation is eating him alive. He’d happily get on all fours and rut against the bed post if it would please you, if you would pull his hair and call him a good boy while he came on the floor. 

Whatever you wanted, whatever either of you wanted, he would do in less than a heartbeat. 

Anselm unzipped your dress and held your hand as you stepped out of it, letting the material fall to the floor. He kissed your shoulder before he turned around and you slid his jacket off his arms. 

Blue groaned, his dick throbbing at the sight of you both, so much blood rushing downwards that it made him lightheaded. 

Anselm chuckled kindly, slowly taking off his cufflinks as you undid his tie. “I think he needs you darling, or he’ll pass out.” 

You flick your husband playfully in the arm and giggle before turning to Blue and smiling kindly. 

Blue gulps. “I do, I need- please…” Oh god he just wanted you to call him a good boy again, he wanted to make you so happy. 

You climb on the bed and crawl up to him, revelling in the contented sigh that leaves his lips as you get close. He wraps his arms around you, letting you push him back down against the mattress as he stares up at you with hazy eyes. 

Anselm watched, enjoying the show as he continued to undress slowly. 

You kiss Blue deeply, pressing your chest flush to his and pulling lightly on his short hair.

He groans approvingly, opening his mouth for you instinctively and letting you inside. 

You scrape the nails of your left hand down his chest, lightly pinching his nipple again. He rewards you with a jolt and moan as you roll it between your fingers, before you keep going, moving further downwards. 

Excitement jumps in his stomach, his muscles twitching under every touch. 

You drag your fingers down, lower and lower, slowing down with every second as you reach the tip of his cock. 

Blue moans into your mouth, holding you tighter in anticipation. 

But you slide your finger underneath, pressing into his stomach as you move lower and meet the thatch of dark curls between his legs. 

A whine escapes Blue, tears beginning to prick at the corners of his eyes. 

But you keep going, moving to take hold of the thick base of his cock and he sobs in relief. 

“Oh,” the rest of his sentence is lost as you trail your fingers higher, running up the length of him. His eyes screwed shut, his face buried in your chest as he sucks at your beast through the lacey material of your bra.

“Good boy,” you whisper. 

“Oh god, please, please, please, thank you, I-”

You pump him lazily, but firmly, smearing precome over his head with your palm before dragging your hand back down. 

A smile pulls at your lips and you kiss his temple. “Good?” 

“Sogood, sogood,” he slurs against your skin, rocking his hips in time with your hand. 

You tug his head back, pulling at his hair so you can kiss him deeply again. Sliding your tongue into his mouth and demanding his submission. 

He yields with a moan, so content in that moment to obey your every whim. 

The bed shifts as Anselm joins you both, now also completely naked, moving to lay on the other side of Blue. 

You look up to kiss your husband passionately, Blue gasping and bucking under you both as Anselm slides his hand down to join yours, both of you squeezing and pumping his cock in long, lazy strokes. 

Every noise Blue makes sends heat straight to your core. Your wetness soaking into your underwear. 

You lean down, kissing Blue again, needing to drink down his every sound. Anselm follows, kissing Blue’s cheek and then nudging against you. 

It’s messy, and desperate as you both kiss him, taking turns and smearing salvia along his skin as he whimpers beneath you. He sucks on your tongues greedily, so caught up in the heady pleasure of it that he almost doesn’t notice as Anselm moves downwards, his beard brushing against his skin. 

Anselm licks a thick stripe up Blue’s cock and the cry of bliss that escapes him nearly makes you cum on the spot. 

Eagerly, you move down, mirroring the path your husband took. 

Anselm impatiently takes the head of Blue’s dick into his mouth, swallowing him deeply in one movement before bobbing up and down like he has no gag reflex at all. While you lick Blue’s balls, scraping your teeth along his skin and messily mouthing at them both. 

Blue cries out, bucking up so eagerly that his back arches off the mattress. With a small laugh, Anselm places a firm, warm hand on his lower stomach and forces him back down. 

“Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck, pleasepleasepleaseplease!”

Anselm drags his lips to the very tip, sucking deeply at the head and flicking his tongue over the slit as you lick up Blue’s length. 

Your husband grabs you gently around the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his with the tip of Blue’s cock between you. You both lick, sliding your lips and tongues all over as if you were sharing an ice cream. 

Blue gasps, his thighs shaking as he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you both moaning and sucking his dick. 

He’s so close, the pleasure running along his spine and threatening to pull him under at any moment. Anselm’s hand splayed out on his stomach, pushing against the heat, making it build dizzyingly fast. 

Blue gasps, his voice growing in pitch. “Fuck, god, please, I’mgonna-”

Anselm pulls away from him quickly, taking hold of your chin and moving your mouth away too. 

Blue sobs, trying to buck against Anselm’s hand so he can chase your mouths. “Noo, please!” Tears and sweat cover his cheeks as he desperately attempts to gain any kind of friction. 

You pout at your husband as he holds your chin and watches Blue writhe fruitlessly. 

Anselm grins at you leaning forward quickly and biting your bottom lip before kissing you sweetly, savouring your yelp of surprise. 

“Not yet,” he mutters to Blue, his voice firm, but he pulls back. 

Blue looks up at him, tears in his eyes. 

“I think you need to return a previous favour.” Anselm smirks wickedly as Blue frowns in confusion. “Look at her.” Anselm pinches your chin, turning you carefully towards Blue. “I think it’s time you made her cum.” 

Heat rises in your chest, embarrassment touching the edge of your mind despite what you’ve just been doing. But Blue’s wanton groan chases away any lingering self consciousness. 

He nods desperately, reaching his hands out for you. 

Anselm’s grin widens and he shuffles to the side on his knees, letting go of your chin and patting your ass to encourage you into Blue’s arms. 

You give your husband a playful glare before you lean forward into Blue’s embrace. He kisses you hungrily, as if he hasn’t seen you in weeks, his hands going behind your back and undoing your bra. 

Your husband takes this opportunity to pull your panties down to your thighs and smacks your ass again, harder this time, when you yelp in surprise. With a tap of his fingers he urges you to raise your left leg, and then your right as he pulls your underwear off and flings them to the floor. 

Blue yanks your bra off and kisses your chest, licking each breast eagerly and softly biting at your skin. He sucks your left nipple, hard, and gazes up at you when you cry out in pleasure. His dick twitching at the sight. 

He manages to pull his mouth away from you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, “sit on my face please.” 

You moan softly, biting your lip and nod. Careful not to knee anyone in the face or side as you move upwards and position yourself above him. 

Blue gazes up at you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look so happy in your entire life as he does between your thighs. 

He leans up and lets out a long groan as he rubs the tip of his nose through your folds, “you’re so wet.” 

You bite back a whine and grab hold of the headboard to support yourself as he cranes his head up and licks a flat, board line across your centre to your clit. 

“Oh fuck,” Blue whispers, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto him. 

He moans happily as he licks you, seemingly not content unless you're completely suffocating him and pins you against his mouth. 

God it feels good. 

You cry out, unable to stop yourself as he sucks your clit, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves before diving back into your folds. 

His tight hold forces you even closer to him as he encourages you to rock against his face. You move slowly, using the headboard for some stability as he glides his tongue over you. 

This, this, he was happy with. This he could do, no problem. He glanced up at you, pride swelling in his chest at the pleasure on your face, at how tightly your eyes were screwed shut. He devoured you hungrily, every sound you made going straight to his dick, his cock twitching and throbbing with every cry and stuttered breath. 

He prided himself on this too much. At being able to make someone cum so hard with his mouth on their pussy. He loved to see the surprise in his girl’s faces at how quickly their legs shook, the shock when they released he wasn’t just using them for a quick fuck. When their fake moans suddenly turned into real ones. When they came all over his mouth. 

You moaned again, grinding down against him, rolling your hips and pulling at his hair. 

And Blue nearly lost it, the pleasure sparking along his spine and nearly forcing him over the edge. 

“So good Blue, oh my god,” you bite your lip hard and Blue’s eyes rolled back into his head. The praise making his chest light and head dizzy. 

Anselm grunted softly, unable to just watch for any longer. He got off the bed and rummaged through the side drawer, fishing out a bottle of lube before returning to his kneeling position between Blue’s legs. 

He poured some of the lube onto his hand, warming it for a moment before he stroked himself teasingly. Long and slow, twisting his wrist right when he got to the tip, before he moved a little forward and positioned himself better. 

He took hold of Blue’s dick, just managing to hold it and himself in the same hand as he pumped them both up and down. 

Blue practically screamed, sobbing in pleasure. 

“Gonna have to keep it together Blue.” Anselm groaned. “Can’t cum yet.” 

Blue swirled his tongue around your clit, rocking your hips harder into his eager mouth. He needed to cum, so desperate to, but if he couldn’t have his own he’d have yours. Craved it more than breathing. 

You moan Blue’s name with every breath, grinding against him. Your toes curling as pleasure began to coil in your stomach. 

Anselm pushed you forward, changing the angle and making you arch your back while he continued to pump his and Blue’s cocks. 

He slowly slid two fingers into your eager heat, groaning at your wetness. “Blue she is dripping. Fuck.” 

Blue whined in response. 

Anselm steadily pushed his fingers in and out before adding a third. You gasped at the stretch, holding onto the headboard for dear life. 

“She loves what you’re doing Blue,” he bit his lip, “I can feel her clenching around my fingers.” 

Blue sobbed, thrusting up into Anselm’s hand as much as he was able to. 

“She’s gonna cum all over you. Do you want that?” 

Blue nodded deliriously, despite no one being able to see. 

“Want her to scream your name?” Anselm picked up his pace. 

Blue moaned loudly, the sound almost as loud as your own cry of pleasure. 

Anselm let go of Blue’s cock, pumping his own twice before he did the same. He leaned closer, his fingers still moving within your heat and pulled you up and back until your shoulder blades were pressing against his chest. His free hand holding your chin and throat. 

“You heard the man.” He growled in your ear, pushing his fingers against a spot that he had memorised as Blue sucked on your clit for all he was worth.

Your orgasm crashed into you, whiting out your vision for a moment as you cried out Blue’s name. Your thighs shaking as your husband bit your neck, holding you against him. 

You weren’t quite sure how you got there for a second, but the next thing you knew you were off Blue’s mouth, Anselm’s strong arms wrapped around you. Your back was flush against his chest, his erection hot and hard against your skin where it was sandwiched between you. 

Blue leant up, his mouth, chin and neck dripping with your release. He breathed deeply, looking at you dreamily. 

“Was that okay?” He asked, desperate for more praise. 

You nod, exhausted, reaching out for him. Blue eagerly moved into your touch, the happiness in his chest was making him giddy. 

“Lay back down.” Anselm said, his voice firm but kind and Blue followed his order without a second thought. 

Anselm kissed your neck and cheek. “You okay to keep going?” He muttered. 

You smile and nod, kissing his lips and nuzzling into his beard. 

“Good.” He kissed your shoulder. “I think Blue’s been a good boy, hasn’t he?” 

You nod. “Very good.” 

Blue blushes, squirming a little and trying his best to stay still. 

“I think he deserves a treat.” Anselm nips at your throat before looking back at Blue. “Do you think you deserve a treat?” 

Blue swallowed and nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, please. I’ll be so good.”

Heat dusted along his cheeks as he spoke, a faint remnant of embarrassment that he was begging so willingly. 

Anselm regarded him for a moment, “you have to promise not to cum unless I say you can.”

“I promise, I promise,” Blue nearly stumbled over the words in his hast to get them out. “I won’t.” 

The older man nods and smiles. “Alright, if you’re sure you can be a good boy…” He kisses your shoulder again. “I’m going to talk you through it, understand?” 

Blue nodded eagerly. 

“My lovely wife is going to sit on your cock.” 

Blue groaned, closing his eyes as his dick throbbed at the thought of it. The warmth of you clenching down on him was enough to drive him to madness. 

Anselm lightly pinched his thigh, still keeping you in his lap with his right hard wrapped tightly around your waist. 

The pinch hurt briefly, and Blue’s eyes flicked open instantly. 

“No cumming.” Anselm gave him a stern look.

Blue bit his lip and nodded. 

“Alright.” Anselm said at last, seemingly satisfied, and loosened his grip on you. 

You slowly moved forwards, placing your knees on either side of Blue’s hips and took hold of his cock. 

There was an audible click as Blue swallowed, his hands balled up into fists against the sheets. He watched your every movement holding his breath as you languidly positioned yourself above him and sunk down onto his length. 

Blue moaned loudly, relief briefly flooding his veins as your tight warmth enveloped him. It was intoxicating, so much after being teased for so long. And it just kept getting better as you slid further and further down. 

Finally, when he was fully sheathed inside, Blue opened his eyes to look up at you. Tears streamed across his face, his carefully applied eyeliner smudged and smeared across his skin. 

“How does he feel?” Anselm whispered into your ear. 

“Good.” You moaned. 

Blue whimpered at your words.

“Good.” Anselm placed his hand on the top of your spine and pushed gently. You sunk forward, moving so that your breasts were pressed up against Blue’s chest. 

The angle change made his breath catch in his throat. 

“You okay?” 

He nods, trying to hold himself together. 

You smile softly and kiss him gently as his hands slide up to run along your back. 

Anselm groaned,adding more lube to his hand and palming himself while he gazed at the sight of Blue’s cock splitting you open. How your slick leaked out and coated his skin. 

“You okay with this, my love?” 

You broke this kiss with Blue long enough to nod and mutter, “yes.” 

“Alright,” Anselm ran the tip of his lube coated forefinger along your thigh before pushing against your entrance and slipping inside. 

Blue gasped, a string of expletives falling out of his mouth as he felt Anselm’s finger slide into your cunt alongside his dick. 

You groaned at the fullness, holding tightly onto Blue’s shoulders. 

“Okay?” Anselm whispered, trying to keep a neutral tone and hold back the blatant desire from his voice. 

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” Blue panted and you nodded. 

Anselm slowly slipped another finger in, pumping them both in and out lazily, stretching you completely and rubbing against the thick vein that ran up the length of Blue’s cock. 

Blue gasped, his fingers digging into your back as you squeezed him, every nerve ending in his body was firing with pleasure. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he panted and sobbed. 

Anselm added a third finger into your cunt. “Fuck, so greedy my love.” Desire made his voice gruff and low. He shifted closer, moving on his knees as he began to move his hand quicker, fucking both of you. 

“Fuck, baby, need you.” You cried out, moving against his fingers. 

“Whatever the lady wants.” Anselm pulled his hand away, your slick mixing with the lube on his fingers. He pumped his cock, covering it with your wetness and more lube before he lined himself up with your pussy and pushed in. 

Blue moaned so loudly it was almost a scream. Your walls clenching down on him, the sweet slide of Anselm’s cock pushing into you, rubbing against his own dick, it was so much, too much. Not enough. 

You gasped as Anselm bottomed out. 

“You okay, my love?” 

“Good,” you nodded. “Full.” That was an understatement, you were stretched to the limit. The bulge of both of their cocks pushing out your stomach so that Blue could feel it underneath you. 

Anselm kissed your back, pressing his forehead against your neck and stayed still, letting you move and adjust to their combined size. 

“I wasn’t sure we’d both fit.” Your husband mutters against your skin, you can hear the tension in his voice, how hard he’s trying not to buck into you. 

You chuckle and move your legs a little, sitting a bit further up, your palms flat against the mattress either side of Blue’s head. 

So full. But it was so good.

Both of them seemed to be pushing on different parts that felt exceptional, experimentally you ground down a little, rolling your hips. 

“Oh shit!”

“Oh fuck!”

You chuckled at their combined reactions and slowly began to rock a little, back and forth, back and forth. 

Blue’s hand flew to your thighs, trying to ground himself as he arched his back and screwed up his eyes. 

Anselm leaned forward even more, pressing his chest against your back and rolling his hips into you, taking over and guiding your movements.

Heat quickly began to spark along your nerves. The sensation so overwhelming as they both rocked into you, finding a toe curling rhythm that was quickly making you see stars. 

Anselm grunted, biting your neck as he picked up the pace, growling as he snapped his hips into you and rutting like an animal. 

You let out a wail as pleasure spiked across your skin. Blue’s own cry echoing your own. 

The bed creaked, your combined pants of air and the slick sound as you were fucked within an inch of your life filled the room. 

Blue sobbed, so much, too much. He was hurtling towards his orgasm too fast. “Please, please, please, I need to cum, I’m going to cum, please!” 

“Not yet.” Anselm growled, snaking his hand down to tease your clit while the other pinched your nipple. 

You cried out, clenching down on both of them as they slid in and out of you, hitting every single devastating spot inside. 

Anselm planted his right foot on the floor and thrusted into your harder, faster as Blue whimpered and you moaned, bouncing up and down on both of them. 

The tight ball of pleasure in your belly dropped, seemed to deepen impossibly, and oh fuck, you recognised this feeling. 

“Anselm, I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” you could barely get the words out, every muscle tensing. 

“That’s it,” he growled into your ear, “fucking squirt all over him.” 

Blue opened his eyes, gasping as you convulsed, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave as you squirted all over his stomach. 

Anselm held onto you tightly, fucking your though it and locked eyes with Blue. “Cum.” 

It was like a switch had been hit. Blue sobbed as he came, shooting his load deep inside you as you shook around him, painting your walls and Anselm’s cock with his cum. 

Anselm growled loudly, the sound rumbling through his bones as he chased his release, the sight of you and Blue lost in pleasure underneath him pushed him over the edge. He groaned as his orgasm finally crested, sapping the strength from his limbs as he thrusted mindlessly, pumping his spend into your abused hole. 

Blue shook a little, coming back to himself, having seemingly passed out for a second. You were exhausted, your weight on top of him a comforting necessity. 

Somehow you managed to lean up and kiss his cheek, running your lips over his sweat and tear stained skin before you laid back onto his chest. Letting exhaustion overtake you.

He held you tightly. His chest hurt, it was like someone had cracked open his ribs. He felt raw despite the blissful afterglow of his orgasm. 

Anselm carefully pulled out, admiring the mixture of cum leaking out of you and onto Blue for a moment before he kissed your cheek and Blue’s forehead. 

“I’ll be right back.” He muttered before he left the room.

Blue sniffed, swallowed, tried to keep himself together. Everything hurt, not physically but something deep in his chest and head. Like he had been cut, sliced cleanly. 

He chest shook as he started to cry silently. 

You raised your head quickly, snapping out of the call of post orgasm slumber. 

“Blue, baby?” You cupped his face, your movements a little difficult with how hard he was holding you. 

He screwed up his eyes, trying to stop the tears. “I’m sorry, I, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you soothed, leaning up and kissing his cheeks and lips. “It happens sometimes.”

He swallowed. “It does?”

You hummed an affirmative. “Strong emotions and Anselm did edge you quite a bit.” You smile softly at him and he laughs once, quietly through the tears before he sniffs again and nods. 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You kiss him again. “You’re allowed to cry. Just know that you’re safe and you’re loved.”

His breath caught in his throat. “Loved?” He whispered. 

“Loved.” You repeated and pressed your lips against his, lightly teasing your tongue into his mouth. 

Anselm came back in with a jug of water and three glasses, as well as two wet and warm wash cloths. 

He set the tray down on the side before kissing you and then kissing Blue. Lightly he stroked Blue’s hair. “You okay?” 

Blue nodded and smiled. 

“Just feeling a bit emotional.” You explained. 

“Ah,” Anselm lays down next to you both, wrapping one arm around Blue and one around you. “I understand, and I know the best cure for that.” 

He waits until Blue raises his eyebrows in question to continue. 

“A glass of water, a nice hot bath and then lots of cuddles under warm blankets. Sound good?”

You smile and lean your head against your husband’s shoulder. 

“Sounds very good.” Blue grins. 

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[dranna]

Movie Night with Ken

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Warnings: fluff, tiny tiny angst, hurt/comfort, feeling excluded, sobbing, not beta read

Summary: Ken planned a special night to watch a horsey movie with you. But when emotions starts bubbling up due to the film, he gets insecure.

a/n: I watched this movie for the first time a few days ago, and I fell in love with this silly. (I'm still practising writing and english is not my first language, so I apologise for mistakes) ((lowkey nervous posting this ))

tags my beloveds: @ken-dom

Moon was shining,

Stars were singing,

All the clouds went sleeping.

It was a quiet evening,

Notley as quiet as Los Angeles can be,

When Ken was busy arranging things,

He thought were important for his doings.

You two were in your home,

That Ken called Dojo Mojo.

You still remembered the time,

Caughting him red handed as he tried,

To hide something from your sight.

“What you got there dear?”

“I-it’s nothing..

It’s stupid really haha..”

— as he moved,

You saw a picture of—

“Horses?

Is that what you tried to hide from me? “

“ … yes.”

“ Oh you silly!

Come,

Tell me about them, everything.”

“ Really?!”

— And with that,

He started telling you all things,

About horse riding and races,

While you let him to put,

That beloved picture on the wall.

Right now as he was organising your Dojo,

He looked at the canvas many times,

As if collecting confidence from its sight.

He checked everything twice,

Because he wanted to make everything perfectly fine.

You were waiting patiently in the kitchen,

Stealing secret looks towards that working man.

After he found everything flawless,

He escorted you in your bedchamber,

The room was casted with a pinkish light,

Burning candles on the bedsides.

“My idea was.. I thought,

That we can watch,

The horse movie together,

Spirit: the Stallion of the Cinnamon!”

“It’s Cimarron”

— You laughed,

As you saw him all so excited.

Standing on tiptoes,

And taking a breath,

You kissed his little face,

That made his cheeks scarlety red.

“So it’s a sleepover?”

“Yes”

— with your reply,

He punched the air,

Jumping up and down in a merry way.

“Sublime!”

The two of you were on the bed,

That Ken insisted to be decorated with pinkness,

Buried under pillow forts and blankets,

Flushed together in sweetness.

There wasn’t a quiet minute,

Because Ken was talking horse facts,

And exhale his delights and surprises.

How you loved to see him that way,

Comfortable and talkative!

You could’ve listen to his silly little things for hours,

So you can see his adorable smile,

Accompanied with giggles,

Which were music in the night.

The movie was progressing,

So as the plot,

And you noticed a silence that covered you both,

As the end credits rolled you turned,

To see what’s wrong.

He sank deeper into the soft covers,

Turning away from you,

“Ken?”

— You called softly his name,

Resulting in him sinking even further away,

Something is wrong,

But what?

So you gently touched,

His carved shoulders.

If it wasn’t for the contract you would never know,

But shivers were running through,

His perfect beach-ready form.

“What’s the matter?

I thought the movie wasn’t that bad!”

“ He got free.. after all the h-hardships,

And ..found l-love!

Someone who ap-ppreciates him—“

A sudden sob cut him short,

Making him turn away even more,

“Ken, there is nothing wrong with crying.”

“You think so?”

“Yes I do”

—With that ,

You pulled him up from the deep Bluness,

Tugging him into a cosy embrace,

Filling his chest with warmness.

Silly silly Ken thought,

That showing “weakness”,

Would resort,

You realising he isn’t Kenough,

That he is a pathetic, unworthy doll,

And would be yet again left alone,

In the footsteps of yours.

Of course,

You would never leave this cutie pie behind,

You only want to see him shine.

With your arms around his hot body,

And the praises from your lips,

He finally started to relax and let,

His emotions to wash over his head,

With teary puppy eyes,

He started to tell headcanons of his mind.

With your blooming love,

You two were a peaceful island among,

The noisy streets and haste,

Where only the night sky,

Could hear Ken’s movie ideas.

He just talked and talked until he felt,

The magical visit of dreamland.

Sleep came and hid you both,

Under that horsy picture,

Which watched over you two.

[mothric]

this resurfaces in my consciousness every so often and quietly bothers me like a pebble in my shoe, so let me tell you all about a small, formative memory.

I was playing smash bros melee with my two older brothers. the game came out right around my 9th birthday, so I was solidly 9 years old. I picked Luigi, and while waiting for the others to select their characters I idly scrolled through his outfit skins and landed on a pink shirt and cap with bright red overalls. "oh! he's pretty!" I said.

immediately both my brothers sprang at me with "woah! no he's not, he's a boy."

"well, then he's a pretty boy," I said, and they pushed back harder. "boys aren't pretty. don't ever call a boy pretty," they scolded. "the correct word is handsome." and I remember thinking something like, um, I'm looking at a boy right NOW and he IS pretty, so yeah they CAN be, stupid, but I was 9 and impatient and wanted to play viddy game, so I said "okay" and dropped it.

but he was pretty. Luigi was plenty handsome in green and the other palettes, but "handsome" wasn't the right word to me when his outfit made me think of strawberry milk and shortcake. why couldn't he be both? why was "pretty" a bad word only when applied to boys? why couldn't a boy be any descriptive word under the sun? why were we gendering adjectives?

I remember feeling weirdly ashamed in that moment, not because I'd done anything wrong but because the responses of those around me told me that I'd brushed up against some unseen social rule that was not to be touched. I knew, on some level, that the shame didn't come from me, but I couldn't make sense of why it was there at all.

it was such a small, fleeting moment, one that my brothers have probably long since forgotten about, but it's telling that I remember it, and specifically the feeling of wrongness about it that I couldn't articulate but felt in my bones.

at 9 years old I understood gender neutrality, a concept that seemed so simple and straightforward to me it baffled me that my brothers didn't get it. at 9 years old I learned, not that boys can't be pretty, but that grown-ups make up nonsensical rules about words, and about beauty, and about gender, and they get really sensitive about it if you challenge them. at 9 years old I understood boys could be pretty, and not long after I took it a logical step further and realized girls could be handsome, and my little world expanded.

as I grew up I observed men and boys in my life getting hung up over such small things. my brother lost his black umbrella and refused to borrow my pink one. my dad scorned high school boys he observed with painted nails, even though it was the in thing at the time with the influx of emo and scene culture. my partner in college bristled when I told him his eyelashes were the prettiest I'd ever seen. I observed that "man = pretty?" was used as a punchline in shows and movies and laughed about in real life. and I remembered Luigi and his strawberry outfit, and I thought, what a dull and restricted world you have all chosen to live in.

not everyone needs to like to be called pretty, and that's okay. it's important to respect how individuals want to be addressed. but time and again I've observed that the men who bristle most against it seem to live in a rigid world of insecurity and shame. and that stuff isn't inherent. it's learned and taught and reinforced.

Luigi would love to be called pretty. he would love to be called cute and adorable. if you are any shape of man or boy and want to be those things, Luigi supports you. it's all a bunch of silly grown-up rules anyway, so why not have fun and embrace joy?🍓

[mamawasatesttube]

So, I'm not a writer, but I am very curious 👀 What do you look for in a fic that features Kon? 👀 What kind of things do you want Kon to do, or experience? 👀 What characteristics of Kon do you absolutely wanna see? 👀 What characteristics of Kon you didn't like but want to see adressed in a fic? 👀 When you're writing, what are three major things about Kon that you MUST INCLUDE NO MATTER WHAT? 👀👀👀 Sorry about the many questions!!!!!

OHHHH this is such a good question okay okay okay. let's see.

what do i look for? primarily, kon having an actual character voice. that's the lowest bar to clear (and yet already takes out... a good chunk of the fics ive seen in the kon character tag 😭😭). he needs to be silly, geeky, deeply kind, earnest, etc. not every fic featuring him will necessarily get into the way he's also existentially lonely and has a Lot of sadness and self-esteem issues (esp after rex leech's roller coaster incident. this has been on my mind today. ough. his self-image never recovered after that one!) but by GOD does he have his issues, so if its a fic going into emotions i want it to do right by his. will def admit thats smth im incredibly picky about.

as for stuff i want him doing? honestly i am here for so much!! i want soft simple character studies. i want action showcasing how fucking powerful ttk can be, especially with a dose of creativity to its use. i want wacky yj space adventures. i want good good whump and hurt/comfort. i want him getting swept off his feet. you could sell me on almost any plot if it's well-written.

re: characteristics... i don't really split them up quite like that, i think! he's a well-rounded character, and that includes both strengths and flaws. ideally, a good fic will include both of these and represent them fairly (like, he's not perfect by any means, and he can do stupid things and struggle with personal issues, but on the other hand very few things tick me off more than portrayals where he's just completely incompetent and dumb as a rock, lmao).

BUT REGARDING MY OWN WRITING. ohhohoohoohooho three things i ALWAYS have to include? a) geek-ass loser (affectionate). i think it is SO endearing and also very humanizing as a quality that he's a trekkie/wendy fan/star wars nerd/etc. b) mixed-race metaphors. they may not be overt depending on the piece but the "child of two worlds that doesn't quite fit into either" thing is Deeply intentional. and c) HES A JUGGERNAUT!!!! i firmly believe adult fully realized kon (a kryptonian, with full kryptonian powers, WITH TTK) is a force of fucking nature. i like this so much and i specifically also always like it when he is at any given moment about 0.4 seconds from freaking the fuck out about how it's Too much strength.

to me, kon is a character made of some very delicious contradictions. he's so painfully human and yet grapples hard with his own personhood and humanity. he's a kryptonian and an alien but he's a child of earth. he's terrified of his own power. he wants nothing more than to protect everyone he loves (and everyone he doesn't love, too). he's always ready to crack a joke or make a silly reference, but he is deeply sad and spent so much of his early life suicidal. he contains multitudes. (and this isn't even getting into my hcs on his gender/sexuality crisis! ksjdhf)

i feel like a gripe i often find myself having when looking for kon fics is that he often gets slotted into the role of "emotional support boyfriend with no personality or role of his own" though, which i guess is why "does he have a distinct character voice?" is my first litmus test for whether i'd want to keep reading or not.

a good kon fic will embrace all his contradictions, i think. (a good fic for any character, really, should show them as well-rounded and three-dimensional.) and i for one love his Problems and Issues, bc man, it's a very fun space to play in! <3

[fangirlfrom-hell]

The Fragile Bonds Part 3 || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly erased my blog 🫠

Summary: After their father's death, Becca moved in with Jay. This is the first time the detective brother has to go undercover since his sister has been under his full care, creating a challenging situation for both. Reluctantly, Becca will have to live with Will and his family during those days, even though she doesn't feel very welcome in that household.

"Becca, sweetie, would you please open the door for me?" 

Becca stared at her reflection in the mirror, her red puffy eyes showed how much she had been crying. She cursed to her insides, she wanted to hide the fact before going out. 

Another knock, this time harder, and the voice changed to a preoccupied tone, "Becca, please". 

Although the voice made her feel a little more like home, she didn't want to open the door, she didn't want anybody to see her in this state. She was feeling ashamed of her actions now, she wanted to dissapear. She couldn't understand more between the whispering, until Natalie raised her voice a little bit "How? Are you going to break it?". She wasn't happy. 

"Becca, I'm going to open up, ok? If you can hear me, step aside" In that moment, the youngest Halstead slowly opened the door, her gaze on the floor. 

"Hey, there you are!", Trudy Platt said in a low voice, almost like a whisper. 

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was just--", she tried, but couldn't invent any excuse. 

Trudy smiled with a bit of sadness "It's ok. It's good to see you". 

There was an uncomfortable silence, "Your brother called to the district asking for help, he was worried for you". 

"Will?", she frowned. 

"Hmhm, he asked for Upton, but she's...busy right now, so you got me instead". Platt said in a funny way. "

“You didn't have to..." 

"Oh, I did have to, yes". 

For the first time, Becca raised her head and smiled as soon as she met the Sergeant's in the eyes. That action transformed the tense atmosphere into a more relaxed one. Suddenly, the rush of emotions surged through her, so with a racing heart the urge to cry reappeared. This time was different, it somehow felt warm as a relief; for the first time in these chaotic days she felt safe. Acting purely in instinct, the girl jumped and wrapped her arms tightly around Trudy, who immediately embraced her in return, whispering soothing words in a motherly tone, "It's alright, everything's going to be alright".

"I'll check on Owen", Natalie sighed before dissapearing, but her exit wasn't noticed. 

"Come on, let's get some fresh air. It will do good to you". 

The sun had already set, casting a darkening hue over the surroundings as Platt and Becca strolled down Will's street. The only sounds in the vicinity were the laughter of kids playing nearby. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, though, it was a peaceful silence. 

"Do you want to tell me what happened?", the Sargeant was the first one to speak. Becca just shrugged; many thoughts crossed her mind before she could answer.

 "I... I got overwhelmed, I guess. It's silly, really. I had been looking forward to this day so much that when things didn't go as planned, I got frustrated. Then Natalie accused me of having a meltdown, and I lost it. Owen wasn't even there, I wasn't even yelling. I needed some space to calm down, so I locked myself in the bathroom. That's all." 

Trudy's tone became very serious, yet warm, as she pronounced her name, "Becca..." 

"Yes, Serge?" "Are you hurt?" The girl stopped and locked her eyes on the woman. "I need to know." 

"No," Becca answered simply, her brother's image in her mind. She felt proud of the way she managed to control herself. Trudy nodded as they continued walking. 

"I miss Jay", Becca said with a hint of anger mixed with sadness in her voice. 

The Sergeant sighed, "Well, this might end sooner than we thought." 

"Yeah, that's what Hails said." 

When Becca returned to the house, she went straight to bed, trying to avoid Natalie and her brother. She didn't want to see him when he came back from work. Becca fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow; she was emotionally drained and tired, her eyes burning. She only woke up to the whispers of Will and Nat at midnight. She couldn't quite understand what they were saying, but the tone was far from calm; they were arguing, probably about her and what had happened earlier. With Mr. Snuggles surrounded tightly in her arms, she repeated to herself one day less, although the phrase no longer held any meaning. 

There was a moment when she felt the door open behind her. Becca closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep as some footsteps approached her, but they didn't draw near. A deep sigh was heard before the door closed again, it was probably Will. 

"Becca, Beccs" The girl opened her gritty eyes to see her brother's face right in front of her. "Sorry, kid" he whispered, " I let you sleep as much as I could, but it's late now". 

She groaned and covered her head with the blanket. She felt all of yesterday's weight on her chest and it burned. 

"Come on" you could hear him smiling. "I made pancakes and I cut them into flower shapes just as you love them".

Becca uncovered abruptly and looked at her brother with a furrowed brow and a question mark all over her face, "yeah, I might have loved that when I was like 5, maybe?" 

"Whatever, I thought it would be a nice gesture. Come on!". 

Becca rubbed her eyes and yawned while she managed to answer at the same time "I'm not hungry". 

"Come on, I can't eat them all by myself... It's just the two of us this morning". He hoped that last part would convince her. 

“Alright, fine!”

Becca was thankful that Will didn't bring up the topic of the incident in the bathroom. She felt a wave of relief, even though there was an unmistakable tension hanging in the air. Despite the lingering unease, they managed to share a breakfast that felt almost normal, right before parting to school. 

"I'm sorry, Becca. I really am," Will said to her before she got out of the car to head to her classes. His voice carried a heavy dose of regret. "I'm just glad you're okay, kid". 

It was hard to concentrate in school that day.

Unfortunately, Thursday was Natalie’s day off from The Med, so Becca had mentally prepared to spend the entire day cooped up in her room. However, her brother wasn't willing to let her isolate herself completely and convinced her, albeit somewhat reluctantly, to come out to the living room to work on her homework. So, there she was, sitting on the floor with her schoolwork spread out on the coffee table. Occasionally, trying not to be too obvious, Will would peek his head in to make sure everything was okay.

"Where are you going?" Will asked her on one of those occasions.

Annoyed by the constant monitoring, the girl replied, "To the bathroom. Do you want to come?"

It was then that Becca realized Owen was alone in her room. The little boy was trying to reach Mr. Snuggles, who was lying in the middle of the bed.

"Oh, no. Not that one, Owen," she said calmly as she moved the plush toy away and hid it under the pillows. "Not that one."

Becca reentered the living room with Owen, holding his hand, only to discover her brother and his girlfriend discreetly inspecting her belongings. Natalie was holding Becca's backpack.

"Did you lose something?" Becca inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern.

Both adults seemed surprised by her unexpected return.

"What are you doing?" Becca questioned, casting an inquisitive look at the scene.

Natalie turned to Will, who appeared momentarily frozen and somewhat apprehensive.

"It's just a precaution," she replied.

Becca pressed her lips together and nodded, her voice soft, "Okay, then. I'll leave you to it," and she walked away, retreating to the bathroom where she decided to take a shower.

Somehow, she managed to maintain her composure, but a tempest of emotions was brewing inside her. It wasn't anxiety this time, but a profound sadness and a gnawing insecurity that consumed her. The warm water helped her relax, and a few silent tears mingled with the flowing streams. As a distraction, she began to reproduce her dance solo, moving her hands along the music playing in her mind. She counted the blue tiles one by one, each one a brief distraction from her turbulent thoughts. With great effort, she changed into her pajamas, her still-wet, unbrushed hair clinging to her shoulders, and she lay on the bed, although the clock showed it was only 8:00 pm.

Something beneath her pillow bothered her, and then she remembered she had hidden her cat there, which brought a small, bittersweet smile to her face. She clung to the plush toy for a while, taking in its comforting scent, reminiscent of her mom, and it gradually eased her feelings. Without letting go of the stuffed animal, she extended her arm to retrieve her phone from the drawer and opened her conversation with Jay.

I really, really miss you, Jay Jay

Becca was at her breaking point, unsure of how much more she could endure.

[biggestthighestgeminiest]

Here are my combined thoughts about Barbie (2023) as I saw it on the 18th and have had more time to think abt it.

Some good, some bad - overall I very much enjoyed it, laughed my ass off, cried quite a bit, was enthralled by the set and costume design, but left feeling like some things were off and perhaps not accomplished in the best way. This will all be delivered in bullet points in a very chaotic and random way and is NOT ordered in importance omg. Anyways i love media analysis and I will probably not explain this in the best way but HERE WE GO

the casting was fantastic, everyone read the assignment and lived their campiest life, margot robbie was phenomenal and ryan gosling absolutely killed me with laughter, glorious glorious

set design, costume, props,, perfection when it comes to bringing the mattel products to life. bangin'

i had that stupid fucking dog that eats and shits. i lost my mind when he came on hsdgkhakh

the message of barbie being representative of all little girls is still very lost on me. the idea brought up when barbie speaks to the teens, where they tell her that she gave them unrealistic body standards- well this never really gets resolved at all. Yes there was a diverse range of Barbies but they were all still beautiful in a conventional way that adheres to western beauty ideals. every barbie has perfect hair and skin and clothes even by the end of the movie. and yes i guess barbie is supposed to be this "above everything else" sort of divine feminine beauty but is still not representative of most young girls. as hilarious as the line narrator's line about margot robbie is, it sort of knows itself, that it is showing us the most perfect looking women, but doesn't address it at all beyond a simple joke. honestly what will mattel do beyond this? i imagine people will be more than happy with this movie so they won't have to make any big changes. i mean their "curvy" fashionista isn't close to being fat, and i don't believe they will ever make a barbie that isn't conventionally beautiful... so this movie just sort of gets to say it's about accepting yourself without actual real-life substance if that makes sense? it reminds me of that cartoon of all those diverse yet conventionally attractive models, with diverse people who don't fit those standards standing outside that box looking angrily. what's the point of the film at the end of the day when not addressing all those people left out of the conversation? also made me annoyed that cellulite was still the big thing that barbie was concerned about, like really?? it's a bad example as people are coming to embrace cellulite and it's also relatively easy to hide, i don't think they would have margot robbie have like, idk, dark under eye circles or a double chin,, idk someone say this better than me but the cellulite thing annoyed me (as someone who has loads of it!!)

the plot was BONKERS and i for one don't really care about plot holes or cartoon logic. there were some things that made me overthink about barbie lore and then i thought to myself that it doesn't really matter. the campiness of it is more important. im sure it will deter some people but again i dont mind it being silly in that way as long as it delivers on its messages and themes, which it does to a certain extent

absolutely lost it at the you are kenough shirt, ljadhkglkhd

as i said in a previous post i predicted that it was going to be the mom who was paired with barbie. i loved the idea sm and it was very heartwarming

i CRIED when barbie first sat down and watched the humans around her living their life, she was so overwhelmed by so many emotions and it was such a simple moment of show-dont-tell and man did i weep :))

i LOVED the ken bits and i did feel as though there was a bit too much ken. especially at the end. but at the same time i loved the dance sequence. its hard loving it so much yet wanting it not to have been to prevalent. i felt like it took away from the barbies a bit which goes against the whole point of the movie????

um the barbie's plans of distracting the kens was... i guess reminiscent of all these spy or superhero movies where women use their beguiling nature against men to get the upper hand? like i am woman so i will flirt with man to distract while my team escapes and hooho it works :)) it was slightly different and not overly sexy or about flirting but it still had the same undertone. like really? the best way to get the other barbies out was to continue to conform to patriarchal standards and pump the ken's egos? surely there's a better way? yes the kens are idiots and turning them against each other works but it still felt a bit icky. i guess i just find this trope annoying being like... ok i am being taken advantage of men so i will USE the thing they oppress me for against them,, idk surely surely there's another way.

also America's character's plan of kidnapping the barbies and ... using very true and very valuable feminist lines to snap them out of it felt... weird? like what she was saying was 100% true but taking them out of context and almost using them as one liners made them feel less serious???? like making women "wake up" by just telling them about how the patriarchy takes advantage of them is just... idk. like in real life women who are indoctrinated and truly believe misogynistic things won't just wake up by being told such a line. and i know the barbies are brainwashed to forget their powerful feminist backgrounds so it's not entirely comparable to the women i just mentioned but... idk it felt disingenuous. i did laugh my ass off at the guitar scene but it still had that ickiness attached like..

i would watch this movie again, no doubt about it and i will definitely pick up on new things and easter eggs etc

mattel's board did make me laugh, perfectly casted and performed but again- mattel has its name on this. they know what they are doing. they know we will love this movie and not demand any change. it will still be full of men controlling the output of production. it will still put out products that don't reflect all young people's desires. it will still make products that uphold current societal norms. so having these buffoons in the board meeting just gets soured a bit when knowing these people will still be in power in real life....

the ruth bit made me cry and no i do not care that her ghost is just around. i loved it

the marketing team knows exactly what they are doing. the huge push of promotion made me gobble up all their interviews and im sure people will be buying all the barbie products. i am yet another victim of capitalism and i will thank them for it when i inevitably buy their you are kenough sweater

again i loved this movie despite all the bad things abt it. i love being critical of the wider impact of this movie while still enoying it as a piece of media and entertainment. i needed this movie and fuck it i want to go to barbieland so bad. i know i shouldnt. i love ken and think about ken more than i do barbie which is fucked up but the movie also played into it in a way,, as described before. i mean even ryan gosling being so iconic in all the interviews is adding into this lol. how many people are posting videos of him vs videos of the actresses i wonder.

also cockring ken. BUT HE WASNT WEARING THE COCKRING SO WHATS THE POINT EVEN???

the narrator was an interesting choice, personally wasn't a huge fan of it but it did somewhat fit with the rest of the cinematic language of the story so i can't say much about it

mattel knows exactly what its doing with putting its name on this movie. i think greta did a great job despite the constraints that mattel probably put on her,, it's hard to tell if the flaws of the movie come from the corporation's infuence or from the writer and director's creative decisions, most likely it's a combo of both. again i believe that the actors and designers and production team did a fantastic job with what they had, they committed to the bit. i would have loved for the movie to have been better, but it is still a great film in my book. as said before i would watch it again and would still enjoy it despite the flaws. the himbo part of my brain can shake hands with the media literacy one and emerge with an overall positive experience, yet PLEASE do not think this is the ultimate feminist movie, it is a step in the right direction, it could have been better, and i understand if you don't like it at all. but also i dont think it would be right to blindingly love it and call it perfect bc it's not.

[lynnarang]

Afterglow

cw// smut (or rather what comes after)

Arang laid on her back, eyes tracing the bumps on her popcorn ceiling, panting heavily as she felt each individual bead of sweat trickle down her nude body. By her side, Sephina was in a similar state, with her wings splayed behind her as her arms weakly embraced her lover.

Seeing her girlfriend's nude, vulnerable frame, feeling her chest heave against her side as she took deep breaths, Arang felt lust stirring within her again-- but the angel was clearly way too exhausted for another round, and while the idea of violating a spent angel whose only defense was gasped pleading moans did sound enticing, the wolf-demon had enough self-control to swallow it back down.

Instead, her eyes landed on a peculiarity of Sephina's body, a set of 3 near evenly space lines that ran for several inches along her outer waist. While Arang was no stranger to scars, her own body covered in several, this was her lover's only one (or three, depending on how you counted it).

And it was one Arang had left herself.

Gently, the demon reached down and traced a finger down the length of one of the lines, sending a shiver and a soft moan to elicit from Sephina. The angel, whose eyes had been closed in a blissed out stupor until now, sluggishly opened her eyes and blinked up at her girlfriend.

"Babe...?"

Arang remained silent, thoughts flashing back to those vivid moments that had burned into her brain. The feeling of angel flesh beneath her claws, the glistening of golden blood reflecting the sunlight as it splattered across asphalt, the way Sephina's face had contorted--

"Ran!"

Arang snapped out of it just in time to catch her lover staring up at her with concerned eyes. Fuck, no matter what expression she made, she was always so pretty. Finally, the demon spoke.

"Does it still hurt?"

The angel sighed and shifted her shoulders upwards in barely perceptible shrug. "Sometimes. But what does it matter if it does? You have way more than me." "Because I-" "Yes, you left it. This was from you. But I was kind of asking for it at the time. If anything, I'm glad it left a mark, so I won't do something so stupid again." "Seph..." The angel reached up and stroked her partner's cheek, shushing her as she did. "Don't look so glum about it. You could have hurt me a lot worse back then, you had ever right to. But you didn't, and now we're both here together fucking each other's brains out and I, for one, could not be any happier with the situation." The gleam of her halo showed that she really meant what she said, but Arang was still left with doubts.

"I wanted to hurt you even more back then. I wanted to..." "I know, darling, that's why I'm so thankful that you didn't. Lord almighty you can be such a big puppy after sex sometimes." This brought a pout from the half-wolf, the desired response.

"I'm not a puppy..."

"Yes you are, you're my big strong puppy who gets all mushy about feelings because she feels bad about silly things that happened so long ago. " Sephina giggled, the muscular woman she was coiled struggling to find a retort. Eventually she gave up, instead leaning into her lover's embrace with a grumpy huff of breath.

"See, puppy." "Shut up before I change your mind about not pinning you down and fucking you again."

Arang growled out, drawing a nervous smile and a blush to Sephina's face. The thought excited her, perhaps even more so because her legs were too weak to do more than wiggle fruitlessly right now. But no, she seemed to realize it was probably in her best interest not to stoke the fire anymore than she had, instead closing her eyes and resting her head against one of her girlfriend's large breasts.

"...I love you Ran."

"I love you too Seph. I love you too."

[rreeaahh]

He fell in love with freedom | Sirius Black

sirius black x gryffindor! f! reader; messy writing; messy idea; messy everything;

a/n: short, unedited, wanted to make up to you for being late with the third chapter of "one way ticket" so... take this silly little Sirius fic!

Ever since he left his home, Sirius felt... free. Yes, he felt bad for leaving Reggie, his sweet little brother behind in that toxic shit show, he felt bad for not being the son and heir his parents wished him to turn out, but at the end of the day – Regulus did not try to reach out at school and his parents looked at him with a burning hatred gaze whenever they'd bump into each other at the train station or Hogsmeade.

So now, Sirius Black was a free man - he loved the feeling. A free boy with a brand new loving family, a new brother who supported him and never let him do stupid shits alone. He got himself some friends, and everyone at Hogwarts knew him – they all knew him for his real self, not the old Sirius Black, future Head of the House of Black.

He loved everything that made him feel free.

Life was good. Expect the times when he was in detention. Usually, James would be by his side, since Peter was normally scared to pull pranks on the Slytherins and Remus was too occupied to spend his time doing such nonsense. But now, he was alone. James was practicing for Quidditch and ignored his begging to not let him do that genius prank alone, because it'd be too good to enjoy it alone – truth is, however, that he knew Minerva McGonagall would catch him; she did it everytime, and he didn't want to be alone in the Transfiguration classroom, while his professor would annoy him by ignoring his presence.

"C’mon, Minnie," Sirius laughed softly and tried to catch her attention. "You can't just give me detention and then ignore me." He started playing with his fingers, getting off the chapped black polish on his nails.

"Mister Black, I'm not ignoring you," she spoke. "I'm just helping you concentrate on your apology essay by not talking to you."

She smiled. He frowned. The door was opened and it hit the wall behind it, right when he'd want to say something else. A girl entered the classroom and she looked like she ran all the way there.

"Sorry I'm late, professor," the girl said and went to a table, right beside Sirius. He looked at her with a confused gaze - the red and gold tie around her neck meant she was a Gryffindor, but he cannot remember if he'd ever seen her before.

"Miss Y/L/N, what a pleasure to have you here today."

"You're the one who gave me detention, Minnie," the girl said smiling sarcastically. "It was not really my choice."

"I'm the one who calls her that!" Sirius spoke and soon enough both of them were looking at him.

"And I'd appreciate if none of you did," Minerva said and went back to her papers. Professor McGonagall was always busy writing down Merlin knows what reports.

There was silence between them. Sirius looked her up and down, his eyes following the messy hair she tried to keep out of her face, that was embracing the soft features, the neglected uniform that was obvious she had on just enough to not be dress-coded during classes, and the way her fingers hit the wooden surface of the table while looking out of the class window.

"How comes she's not writing?" Sirius asked.

"How comes you don't ask me yourself?" she talked back, still looking outside. Professor McGonagall just scoffed and presented the two teenagers where doing what they were supposed to do – she knew damn well that Sirius Black and Y/N Y/L/N wouldn't do as they were told.

"I would, but you don't seem very friendly," he said and dropped the quill beside the parchments. "Who are you?"

"Y/N, who are you?" She was mocking him.

And for a second, Sirius didn't catch up. "Sirius," he responded and frowned. "I don't remember seeing you in the Common Room," he added and Minerva tapped the table, in order to make them quiet.

"I have better things to do than stay in there," she said in a muttered voice.

"Oh, yeah? Such as?"

"Getting revenge on dickheads," she smirked and avoided McGonagall's gaze.

Sirius chuckled. She had a big mouth, and she was not afraid to spoke her mind. He looked curious at her, so she continued. "Some Ravenclaws talked shit about me a while ago, but I drew the line at the details about my... personal life."

"Ooh," he said. "So you're the Y/N who did that in the Quidditch lockers' room."

"I did not!" She said fastly and Sirius lifted his hands.

"I said what I heard," was his only answer. "What did you do to them?"

Sirius was always in the mood of talking about pranks - and with Prongs being away from him, maybe Y/N was a good substitute.

"I jinxed their brooms - they kept getting thrown down to the ground everytime they got to exercise for Quidditch."

He was impressed. Not something big, but clearly something. "You have a lot to learn," he said with a proud smirk. "See me? Ask Minnie how many times she dragged me in here after pranking those green snakes."

"Too many times," the professor said and looked at them. It was clear to her that none of them would actually do anything useful - especially if being punished at the same time. "Maybe it'd be better if we'd stop for today," Minerva announced. "Mister Black, I'll see you tomorrow. Miss Y/L/N, I'm sure your time for detention would be more needed in the Hospital Wing, helping Madame Pomfrey."

"This sucks, Minnie," the girl groaned and got up from her chair.

Sirius only looked once at his teacher before running after Y/N. "Hey, wanna hang out and talk about... Anything?" He asked.

"Nah, thanks," she said and continued her way on the corridor.

"C'mon, I could teach you how to get proper revenge on those dickheads," he suggested.

James was waiting for him near the Transfiguration class. He looked at Pads walking behind the girl with a confident look on his face.

"I'm good, Sirius," she forced a smile and tried to avoid him.

He grabbed her hand in a gentle manner. "Just... Let's talk a little longer, eh?"

She looked at their hands. "Maybe another time, Black," she smiled - truthfully this time - and walked away.

Right before Sirius could follow her, James grabbed his shoulder. "I think she doesn't wanna spend time with you right now, Pads," he said.

Sirius watched her walk on her way back to the Gryffindor Tower - she walked careless, without a worry in the world, not caring if she bumped into anyone else or if the rest of the students gave her mean looks. She seemed to not care. She seemed free. Sirius loved how his whole body was now aching for her presence - for that free spirit of hers.

"Prongs," Sirius spoke in a dramatic manner, "I think I fell in love."

"How many times this week, Padfoot?" his friend laughed.

But she looked back to him, and there was a fire in her eyes. They burned like they were made out of fallen stars. And then she smiled - she smiled in a mischievous way.

"This time it may be for real," he muttered and a smiled curved up on his lips.

[noperopesaredope]

So my younger sib is starting to get into fandom, and they have begun to worry that they will be considered “cringe” if they ever want to express themselves in an unabashedly chaotic way like the 15 y/o they are. And that makes me really sad, since they have such an enthusiastic and creative attitude. 

They want to write weird fanfics without shame, like their concept for a The Boys x Bubble Guppies crossover fic in which The Deep gets therapy from a group of mer-children singing about math. And I think they should write it, because they are creative and excited and just want to have fun. They are just being introduced to a form of community in which they can share this kind of stuff with people whom they share interests with.

They should get to make the things that make them happy, regardless of what people think of it. In fact, they should be supported in theses things, no matter how “weird” their creations are. Because I remember creating “cringy” fan OCs and stuff, and I remember excitedly showing them to people, only for them to laugh at it or dismiss it. 

And even if those people don’t remember it, I do. I vividly remember the hurt I felt when that happened. These were creations I was legitimately proud of, and it was like people were just throwing them in the trash. I eventually stopped making things like that, and I have a hard time doing so now. I don’t want to see my sib lose that spark, that brand of confidence.

I think everyone should start to encourage unironically embracing all their most dumb, self-indulgent, and “cringy” ideas and creations with the utmost love and ernestness. Because face it, we pretty much all have those kinds of silly little ideas in our heads.

So starting from today, I’m gonna do it. I’m no longer gonna hide away all my silliest, most self-indulgent, most “cringy” ideas and stories and characters.

I’m gonna tell my sis about my original fan-made Warrior Cats clan I made in 4th grade called “NinjaClan” with my OCs “Subarusteam” and “Toyotaclaw” (those where the only Japanese words I knew).

I’m gonna draw my childhood Wild Kratts self-insert OC who was an extremely powerful, 4th wall-breaking, lowkey Mary Sue who I shipped with Martin.

I’m gonna make edgy characters and show them off in all their glory.

I’m gonna talk about my stupid current fan OCs who would get a high score on the Universal Mary Sue Litmus Test due to messing with the plot and being ~mysterious~

I’m hoping this post can maybe be one where people just spill out those ideas they’ve been hiding away for years because it was “too cringy”. So come on, I want to hear about those OCs you made when you were 12 that you were way too proud of. I want all the Mary Sues. 

I want everything you threw out for being “cringe.” Because we all have a “cringy” middle schooler within us, and they should be set free.

[leohtttbriar]

7, 12, 16, 18, 20 - that's a lot so take your pick, I just always like seeing your opinions

right back at you! was secretly hoping you would reblog the game :)

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

never really encountered this phenomena before cobra kai except for the vaguest hint of an aversion to samwise gamgee after everyone kept calling him the "real hero," but that aversion never took, and i'm ashamed to admit such weakness even now.

johnny lawrence was one of my favorite characters in cobra kai season one and then i logged onto tumblr and now i just Do Not Get It. a feeling i think from pre-season 3, even, when he was still a good and consistent character in the show. another character was robby. predictably, he was a bit babygirlified and he got soooo much more attention than sam and tory and even miguel and tbh, that made me pout massively. like. i don't care about him :(

i could be intellectual about this (and, okay, clearly the root of this petty hate is that particular sort of frustration that comes over a girl when all the boys in her fourth grade gym class get mad at her for being faster than them and then they refuse to let her play in their recess soccer game even though she's the best player--and it then sticks with her for the rest of her life) but in a vacuum i probably wouldn't feel the way i do. like, my ire is definitely in response to how other people feel about the bully character from 80's sports movie karate kid.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

you can bet that any female character that has ever been called annoying is at the top of this list. feels like girls like that are always popping up and torturing pop-culture consumers. the only one i can name right now is sam larusso, since that's the most recent model.

but also i read pride and prejudice in seventh grade. didn't get a single word of it, but i did understand that mrs. bennett was extremely annoying. then i read it again a few years later and have been her fierce defender ever since. female characters with high-pitched voices and anxiety: i adore. if you don't like those characters, in my head im thinking you're only as intelligent as me at 13.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

any sort of portrayal of spock as someone who is violent and angry and just holding it back constantly bc he hates being half human--i do Not Get It. any sort portrayal of an alien species on star trek in which the aliens learn to embrace their humanity, or something. like, i can't stand it.

i want spock to be super-duper logical and stoic. i want that to be a good thing. i want all alien characteristics to be embraced and explored. i want the weirdness. new trek just isn't doing weirdness enough! and if human morality and social structures are so universally important, stop being cowardly and explain whyyyyy.

this also applies to fanfic which is, in fact, disastrously worse on this subject. especially fanfic based on the 2009 star trek movie.

but okay it's like---the roswell conspiracy is really fun and stuff cause it is really just the government stoking some nonsense so the russians can't figure out all the special-stupid weapons and spy-equipment they're making. and then it means that everything in roswell, nm is alien themed: little green faces everywhere, three-fingered hands waving at you on billboards, "greetings earthlings," 50's era space-art, and so on. I am very into that aesthetic, especially in the middle of nowhere southwest desert with not a mountain or forest for hundred of miles. of course people were looking up and being like "there must be Something out there. look how big."

all good, yes, and silly. but people really believe it and they really believe that the aliens look the way they do! the way the "witnesses" described little looking men with big ol eyes in a big ol head and extra long arms. sweeties! that's a primate! that's an earth-creature! there's no imagination! there's no weirdness! what if the aliens didn't have a face. what if they didn't have eyes! what if they were made of a chalky substance that molted every few minutes to maintain a needed basic pH and their way of observing electromagnetic radiation was not light projected thru a lens but like little pores of mucous all over their body like the one's on sharks (ampullae of lorenzini) that absorb electromagnetic radiation and also give the creature poles which means they can block all visible light with special mind powers and maybe photosynthesize or something.

i realize that fanfiction is largely concerned with two attractive men going at it, but for all that people claim to be "monster fuckers," that really hasn't borne out in star trek fanfic. explore eroticism with the weird, with the actually alien. i want that. that'd be great. i know octavia butler and others already Did That but i want to see a star trek go boldly, you know what i mean. also, i want something more like eroticism for the sake of the erotic--not as metaphor about feminine subjugation or something (no offense ms. butler).

even if that doesn't happen, would love to read a fanfic or watch a tv show in which, for example, spock's journey is not about how oppressive being a vulcan is, or whatever.

[mercury-lurks]

A little Mercury x Quine thing I did for funsies :3

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Mercury dropped her bag on the floor, drawing Quine's attention.

"Hello, shanatua. You're back early." They remarked, drying their hands on the plush yellow towel next to them. "Something the matter?"

He undid his coat, removing the purple tie and hanging it on the rack. "I'm fine, beinasku. Just.. tired."

Quine clicked their tongue. "Merc, tell the truth." They floated over towards the smaller Grea'esi, taking her hands in theirs. His four-fingered hands shook as they usually did.

Mercury pressed a kiss to Quine's cheek. "Truly, dear, I am tired."

They trilled comfortingly. "You've been working very hard, shanatua."

He smiled, dandelion eyes squinting pleasantly. "All for you, beinasku. We'll get off this world one way or another, I'll make sure of it."

"You know I can help, my dear. I'm not helpless." Their hands moved down to Mercury's hips, cradling the small of her back. He leaned into their chest, arms around their midsection.

"You're busy helping the ANC. You're needed right now. You know I would let you help if I didn't think you were doing anything." Mercury closed their eyes, murmuring against Quine's pounding heart.

"How are Neptune and Shad'r doing?" Quine asked, bringing a hand up to card it through Mercury's lush hair.

"They're doing okay. Mom and dad and Keo are keeping them entertained." Mercury sighed, sounding decades older than 17 Ariealan cycles. "They're far too young to be caught in this mess. I wish I could fix this."

Quine chuckled, bone-weary and deep. "Shanatua, we're all far too young for this. It's been, what, 4 cycles since the space-shakers arrived. Negotiations have gone nowhere." They pressed their mouth into the crown of his head.

Mercury pulled away from the embrace, hands lingering around Quine's arms. "How has your day been, love?"

Quine, tying their two tails together, led Mercury into the kitchen. "As good as it could be. I'm still the most productive Grea'esi in the zone, and I got a new recipe from Freziu that I've been dying to show you."

"Oh, how exciting! It smells wonderful, beinasku."

They ladeled a bowl of soup for her, pushing the deep red bowl over. "It's a bit hot. Be careful."

Mercury laughed, untangling their tails merrily. "I can handle a bit of heat, Q." They grabbed a spoon from a drawer, shoving it in their mouth as soon as it was full of hot soup.

"Really? Can you?" Quine smirked evilly as Mercury fanned their mouth, face turning purple from heat.

"It's really good, it's just hot!" Mercury spluttered, grinning bashfully. Quine laughed and kissed her on the cheek, cupping his face in their hands.

"You're so silly, I love you." They looked at him with fond pink eyes. Mercury smiled, her tooth gap on display.

"I love you too. You make good soup."

They acted offended. "That's the only reason you keep me around!?"

Mercury snorted, pushing Quine back. "Damn it, you've figured me out!" She giggled.

"Well, we can't have that now, can we shanatua? Come here you little troublemaker!" Quine launched themself at Mercury, who dodged, laughing.

Mercury retaliated by going for their legs, getting kicked in the face. "Hey, that's cheating!"

Quine stuck out their tongue. "All's fair in combat Shrimpy!" They flipped Mercury over onto her back with their foot.

"Going for the low blows, aren't you Terrible?" He grabbed their ankle and pulled them down, hovering just above the floor.

They dragged Mercury closer, kissing her on the lips. She eagerly reciprocated, grinning through it. The action made Quine giggle.

"We're so stupid, aren't we beinasku?" The smaller said, voice thick with adoration. Quine brushed a hand over his cheek.

Pressing their foreheads together, Quine murmured, "There's no one on Arieala I'd rather be stupid with, shanatua."

Mercury chuckled, flicking Quine's ears. "Such a sap. What's next, do you want to call me 'Derrenacba'?"

They flushed a deep purple, their pink eyes half-lidded. "Maybe..?" Quine grinned sheepishly.

Her eyes widened with surprise. "Oh. Oh! Oh, Quine. You're wonderful." Mercury flushed a lighter shade of purple, smiling. "Derrenacba.. I like the sound of that. My derrenacba."

Quine's eyes welled with tears, laughing joyously. "Shanatua.. you're perfect, dear."

"I might as well call you Uwaeih now too. Doesn't that sound nice, beinasku?" Mercury brushed their rose-quartz hair out of their face, watching as Quine spluttered in embarrassment.

"Sounds wonderful, shanatua!" They choked out, beaming.

Mercury laughed, a mirth-filled belly laugh that left them with tears in her eyes. "You know we can't get married, love, as much as we want to." He said, his voice dropping to a dejected tone. Quine scoffed.

"So? Merc, Mercy, darling, since when has anything ever stopped us before? As soon as we're off this dump and settled down that's the first thing we're doing! To Loscheda with that stupid policy, we're going to get married and I'm going to make you the happiest Grea'esi in the universe!" They said it with such conviction Mercury couldn't bring herself to argue.

There was no possible way they would be able to get married, not with the threat of war looming so close. In fact, Arieala leaders have all but made it illegal for anyone to get married simply so no Grea'esi would have to lose a spouse during the slaughter.

"As soon as I get that scholarship we're leaving." He promised. "Until then, I suppose we're simply engaged. Isn't that wonderful?"

"It is.." Quine stilled, simply looking over their fiancé. "Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful golden eyes the world has to offer?"

Mercury hummed in thought. "Only you, beinasku. Has anyone ever told you that you have the most stunning lips this Star System has to give?" They gave a cheeky grin, running their thumb across said lips.

Quine took her thumb into their mouth, biting on it playfully. "Looking at my lips aren't you, Lurks?"

The other flushed a deeper purple, dragging his thumb over their teeth. "You're very distracting, you know." Mercury gave their bottom lip a small tug. Quine pouted. "Oh, what are you so sad for? I haven't even done anything." He had a knowing look on his face anyway, which all but infuriated them.

"That's the issue! You haven't done anything." They whined, pulling Mercury as close as they could get her. He simply chuckled and brought his hand to their waist.

"If that's the case, then I'd be happy to rectify that.." She murmured, pressing her own lips to Quine's. Eagerly and passionately reciprocating, Quine closed their eyes, getting as close to Mercury as their body would allow without phasing through him.

After a good few moments, they both broke away from the kiss, breathless and grinning.

"You're a really good kisser, shanatua."

"So are you, beinasku."

They lay in the air for another few moments before righting themselves, hands linked together.

"Regrettably, I do have some homework I need to do," Mercury said, reluctantly removing their hand from Quine's.

Frowning, Quine put their hands on their hips. "Are you going to stay up all night doing work again or am I going to have to drag you into bed by your tail?"

Mercury scoffed at the display. "I'm not going to stay up all night. Stars honor."

Quine nodded, thoroughly unconvinced. "Okay, yeah, sure. I believe you."

"You're gonna eat your tail when I get to bed at a reasonable hour!"

Guess who, in fact, did not eat their tail.