#so he's in general uncomfortable having it off and does view it as a second face as real as his true face

[cherubchoirs]

Oh I am soooo feral in love with the way Gabriel’s true face looks after his fall! It has this incredibly “gaze unto the abyss which in turns gazes unto you” vibe I love it. And something about the endless cavity just aaaahhhh. Where once was a flame burning with holy passion and devotion is now an endless and consuming maw of rock and sorrow. Does he let V1 pet the bone feathers I must know.

(reference to this!)

aaaaaa thank you!!!! i really wanted his design to reflect "the fire is gone" motif, to be left burned and melted from flames that once composed his very being. his defining feature as one of the four archangels, the eagle that blazed brilliantly to adorn his head, has been ripped out from the very core of his being to leave behind a cavernous abyss that was once the fount of his heavenly fire. just as he had burned endlessly with the fire of god's love, so now he is endlessly empty and his anatomical crown is split so all may see the vessel bereft of its sacred contents. and his face is petrified into that state, it may never heal or change to stand in contrast to the ever-changing, living flames that had consumed him before. only his eyes move encased in sockets that desperately want to freeze them in the same way, but he refuses to cry the tears that should forever lock them in place.

v1 definitely pets the feathers :] gabriel rarely removed his helmet before he fell, and only did so once allowing v1 to actually see him, so it thrills in having so much unbarred access now as gabriel learns to accept himself. it wants to touch him, hold him, experience a closeness it hasn't been able to have to this point....it's a bit overwhelming for gabe at first, feeling unworthy of so much affection and thinking v1 must be doing so as consolation. but it becomes increasingly apparent it's enamored with his face, finding it far more compelling, more beautiful in its aesthetic sense with it being scarred. like all the new features he's acquired, it shows what he chose, it's an unmistakable emblem of his autonomy. this is its gabriel, the one that it loves and knows...and besides all that, it just plain thinks he looks good yk

[makoodles]

I would give anything to know Ghost’s inner monologue during any part of the last fic you posted. Is he purposefully getting into her space at the beginning (because we all know Ghost is too aware of his body and his trauma to accidentally touch anyone, let along have his entire side against them)? When he walks in does he just blue-screen, is that why he doesn’t immediately leave? What is he thinking when he sees our wet cunt still stuffed? When he finds out no one has touched us that way, or made us cum? When we want him to fuck us so badly we beg him to do it raw? Does his heart break a little when he heard us say we thought he left us, while we were so vulnerable and still dirty? Is he also freaking out about the fraternization stuff, or has he decided that we are his in the same way that he is ours, and Price will just have to cover up another damn thing for his team?

yes to all of this

(a little drabble part 2 to this)

Ghost has a little habit, when you're concerned. He's usually hyper-aware of his body and his limbs and where he's touching, what's around and beside and behind him. His skin itches sometimes when he's touched without warning, though he always hides his reactions. But with you... he's not so careful. He lets his legs spread, his arms stretch, lets himself crowd into your space. There's something intoxicating about the way that you let him, the way you never lean away from him. You're just so soft, so warm, always letting him infringe on your space with a sweet little smile as though you're happy to see him. You're one of the rare people who are happy to see him, and it makes something uncomfortably warm wriggle in his belly.

So yeah, he leans into you when he sits next you in the rec room. It's mostly muscle memory, because you've never minded before. But today, you're a little tense. Ghost knows you, knows you well. He can see the way your spine is a little stiff, the way your eyes are a little glassy as you stare off into the distance. You look a little... ruffled. Ghost watches you carefully out of the corner of his eye, probes a little, but backs off when you dance around his question. He's knows boundaries well, and he won't push yours. Even if he thinks it's... strange that you leave so quickly, eyes averted.

Finding your phone wedged into the seat after you left was like an opportunity. Simon Riley has never had much, he's always made do, and yet he's admittedly greedy when it comes to you. He's not often a selfish man - he's never had enough to be selfish about - and yet he's hungry for your time, your smiles, your touch. And you're always so generous with yourself, so he doesn't second-guess his decision to follow you down the hall to your quarters. He's never been there before, and he wants to see your space, hungry for any shred of you he can get.

He should have knocked. It was rude not to. But he's so, so fucking glad he didn't.

He's a little rough when he opens your door, a little too eager to get into the room and see your pretty grateful smile when he gives you your phone back. But when he gets that door open, sees the sight of you on your back among your sheets, legs spread, head back, eyes fluttered closed, his mind goes fucking blank.

He watches you scramble, watches the mortification flash across your face as you attempt to shut your adorable little pink vibrator off as you shut your legs, depriving him of the prettiest view he's ever seen. Ghost is not a man with a weakness for pretty things, but it seems only natural that you're the exception, you and your pretty wet puffy pussy.

He hardly even knows what happens, his fingers and toes numb and his attention narrowed down to you, only you. Before he knows it, he's sitting on your bed, feeling enormous and ungainly next to you as you stare up at him. He reaches out, his big hands scarred and ugly against your pretty skin when he holds your vibrator, his blood buzzing at the thought that this had been inside you mere moments ago.

He never thought he'd be envious of a piece of fucking plastic, but here he is. A big man, a deadly soldier, reduced to a fool at your bedside. And yet, you don't even seem to notice. You're so good, so sweet, parting your legs when he asks you to and letting him look.

He asks you to finish. It's bold, and stupid, and greedy. He wants to see you come - he already knows it'll be the prettiest thing he's ever seen, that it'll be seared in his mind forever. In this moment, he thinks he'd do anything just to watch your eyes roll back, your face go slack, to hear the pretty little noises he knows you'll make.

It escalates faster than he could have imagined. Such a sweet thing, laying back and showing him how you use your vibrator. And he watches eagerly, his breath catching at the realisation that this is how you play with yourself when you're alone. You're clumsy about it, which is absolutely adorable.

But then you make a confession, and Ghost thinks he might be spiralling. You've never been touched, never been fucked, never come. It feels like an outrage. He thinks of how tense you'd been earlier, shifting beside him in your blue jeans, and he just thinks... what the fuck? Prettiest girl he's ever seen, and you don't even know how to touch your own cunt properly? He wants to show you, more than anything he's ever wanted before. Greedy. You make him so greedy.

"Let me try."

He's between your legs before he even knows how he got there, pulling your stupid little vibrator out so he can replace it with his fingers. And if he thought he was greedy, he soon finds that he's well-matched when it comes to you. You're just as eager, just as hungry. Spreading your legs and whimpering, all those sweet, sweet noises that spill out of your mouth, just like he knew they would.

You have the prettiest cunt he's ever seen. Pretty, slick, swollen, just as hungry as the rest of you. He alternates between his fingers and his mouth and your little dildo, a little drunk on your taste and your soft thighs when they squeeze around his head. He kisses you too, because he can't help himself. Greedy.

He's never been a chatty man, but his cock is so hard now and he knows his mouth is running. He can't help himself. Your salty-sweet slick on his tongue has loosened it; he barely even knows what he's saying, or what he's promising, but by god he's going to live up to it.

Then, your lovely sweet voice, all breathless and pitchy, asking “Can I try yours?”

Not only that, you beg. You plead with him to fuck you, to do it raw, as if he was ever going to say no. As if he'd ever be strong enough to say no. He can hardly handle hearing you beg like that; he feels as though he's going to blow before he even gets his cock inside you.

In his wildest dreams, he never imagined you so needy. You writhe, you're soaked, you make the most heart-stopping little noises deep in your throat when he presses inside. You're so hot and wet and tight that it feels as though you're about to squeeze his cock right off, and he tries so hard to feed it to you slow, to give you time to take him. You're so good, taking him even though you struggle a little. He's not a small man, certainly not an easy man to take inside of you for your very first time, but it's a testament to how slick and eager you are that he slides in with minimal effort.

After that, he loses himself. Hardly even knows what's he's doing, working based on pure instinct, filling and fucking you until he's losing his breath. God, you're beautiful, and he clenches his jaw hard to bite back his orgasm - he has to focus on you, only you while the tears are streaming down your pretty face as you gasp and cry for him.

He can see your orgasm creeping up on you before you recognise it yourself. When it hits you, it's a whole body event. Your back arches, legs spasm, stomach trembles, eyes roll back. Your cunt clenches down so fucking tight that it's a little bit painful. Simon doesn't dare blink - he's never going to fucking forget this. Your very first orgasm, and you're experiencing it on the end of his cock.

He loses it a little after that, his thoughts fizzing and slipping from his grasp as he loses his coordination. By the time he comes inside of you, cock throbbing and skin tightening, he's already decided that he's going to have to make you come again. Once isn't enough, not for someone as hungry as him. Or you.

He thinks he might have fucked you stupid. Your eyelids are fluttering and your lips are parted, but you're a little bit dead to the world. It's cute. He feels his pride swell, smug at the thought that he's fucked you so good that he's sent you reeling off into dreamworld.

He leaves, only for a moment, unable to be away from you for too long. He just wants to get a cloth, something to wipe you off with to make you all clean and fresh again. You're already awake when he comes back, though you're still hazy and clumsy and all teary-eyed.

He's happy to wipe you clean, despite your quiet mewling complaints, and then he hauls himself into your bed just so he can curve his big-ass body around your smaller one, relishing your sweet softness. God, he's wanted to hold you like this forever, but he's still a little nervous about hurting you. Killing and maiming and hurting have been the only things he's been really good at his whole life, and he's irrationally fearful of moving wrong and hurting you, even after the sex. Or maybe especially after the sex.

He can see your brow crease, the uncertainty in your eyes. He realises you're probably a little uncertain about where you stand with him, or what this is. That's fair. Simon has never been the most demonstrative man, but he's also been the type to cling on like a tick to the things he values, the things he wants to keep safe. He holds you, checking his strength, proud to be able to keep you safe in his arms.

He's going to make sure that you don't worry about it either. Your hair smells sweet, your skin is so warm, and your ass is so soft where it's pressed against his crotch. He's reaching for you before he can think about it, and his heart pulses hard when you spread your legs for him so easily. God, he's gonna ruin you. Just like he promised.

[sugar-coat-it]

Matty helping you deepthroat him <3

Aka: Matty having a power trip over you choking on how big he is and wiping your tears and petting your hair and and and

Fem! Reader

Contains: Oral sex (M receiving), gagging on big dick Matty lol, looots of praise, dirty talk, Matty being a cocky bastard, reader tearing up while giving head

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Frustrated about her gag reflex, reader asks Matty to guide her through deepthroating him

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Don’t choke. You can do it. 

This is what you tell yourself as you dip your head down further, slowly trying to take more of your boyfriend’s generous length in your mouth. Desperate to please, as usual, you eagerly want to try taking him all the way down your throat tonight. Matty watches you with heavily lidded eyes as he holds your hair back to get a perfect view of you sucking him off. Whispers of praise and obscenities spill from his lips, he doesn’t even try to filter himself. 

“God, that mouth of yours was just made for my cock, huh?” he says, biting at his lip as he rubs his thumb affectionately at the base of your neck.

Contradicting his filthy talk with gentle touches is so earnestly Matty, it makes your heart swell. Unfortunately, the moment is cut short the second the tip of his cock brushes the back of your throat. Your eyes go wide as your throat constricts, panic settling in your veins as you rush to pull off of him and go right into a coughing fit. You curse through gritted teeth as your own body sabotages you. Immediately, Matty is reaching out with alarm, sitting up ramrod straight. 

“Woah, fuck’s sake, you alright?” Matty frowns, wiping the saliva that has dripped down your chin while holding your cheek. 

You nod at him, waving off his concern as your coughing subsides. You can’t seem to meet his gaze at the moment, and he notices the look on your face, a tension in your expression that only comes from frustration. Matty searches your eyes, trying to read you as he thumbs over your cheek softly, waiting for you to say something.

“... Does it bother you that I can’t take you all the way?” you ask, your voice uncharacteristically small as you finally meet his eyes.

Matty’s brows raise in surprise at your question, then he scoffs like what you just said was preposterous, reaching to grab your hand and squeeze it. 

“What? No, of course it doesn’t. Don’t want you to hurt yourself for the sake of sucking my dick, babe,” he says, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“I know, but I really want to try again. Do you think you could… guide me through it?” you suggest, tilting your head at him in that way that gets his heart thrumming against his chest. How could he say no to you?

He hesitates for a moment, clearly not wanting you to push yourself too far, but he also knows you know your own limits, and he would never try to tie you down. His mind wanders, and Matty’s cock twitches at the thought of easing your mouth down his shaft, him talking you through it till he’s down your throat. That settles it.

“Well, yeah, I can. But the second you feel like you want to tap out, you do it, understand?” he replies sternly, raising an eyebrow at you.

He knows how you get, always eager to please, but he will not have you feeling uncomfortable on his watch. You nod quickly, smoothing your hands out over his thighs with a smile pulling at your lips at how your boyfriend dotes on you. Batting your lashes at him, you start to lower yourself again and he just smiles at you, bringing a hand to the back of your head. A low groan rumbles in his throat as you start kitten licking at his slit, kissing at the tip of his cock while looking up at him with those siren-call eyes of yours. 

“My beautiful girl,” he mutters, caressing the side of your face gingerly. 

You always look so perfect like this to him, so vulnerable. The fact that his sweet girl is so eager to deepthroat him and make him feel good just has adoration pulling at his heartstrings. You hum happily at his sugary praise, dipping your head down further as you wrap your lips around him, graciously swallowing the salty pearls of precum. He’s weighty in your mouth, even just the tip of him heavy on your tongue. He moans wantonly the moment you hollow your cheeks around him, pretty pink lips tight around his shaft. Matty’s eyes are clouded with lust as he watches you begin sinking your head down, encouragingly petting your hair. 

“Look at you… atta girl, you can do it,” he says softly, keeping a close eye on your expression, making sure you don’t look uneasy, “Go slow, love.”

You breathe through your nose deeply, using that trick where you close a fist around your thumb to suppress your gag reflex. You can’t remember where you learned it, but you silently thank whoever taught you as Matty’s cock kisses the back of your throat. Your brows furrow with concentration, letting your eyes flutter shut. Matty’s stare is burning, you can feel it on you as he gently pushes some of your hair behind your ear, carding his fingers through your locks. He gasps, marveling at you as you take more of him than ever before. 

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Matty whispers breathily, tilting his head back against the headboard with a satisfied grunt. 

You can feel your throat threaten to constrict, making you pause your movements. You quickly look up at him with doe-eyes, tears brimming your bottom lashes as you try not to gag. Matty coos at you, holding your cheek.

“Aw, baby, is it too big for you?” he pouts. His voice is sweetly sympathetic, too sweet to be fully sincere.

You can tell part of him is enjoying watching you struggle to take him, it strokes his ego in a way. You whine around him pathetically, one of your hands tightening in the sheets while you fight the urge to pull away. You squeeze your fingers around your thumb hard, trying to ease your sensitivity as some tears trail down your cheeks. Only a bit of him is left, but it feels so daunting. Matty reaches to wipe your tears tenderly, dominance simmering deep inside him at the sight of you.

“I know… I know, sweet thing. Not used to taking so much cock, hm? This is what sucking off a real man is like,” he says, now clearly having a proper power trip over this whole scenario. 

You narrow your eyes at him for a moment, not sure whether to be ticked off by his arrogance or turned on by it. Seeming to have repressed choking on him for the moment, you let your eyes flutter shut as you dip down hurriedly, forcing your head down. Your nose presses to his pelvis, a bit of course, dark hair tickling at the tip of your nose. Excitement thrums in your veins as you realize that you’ve done what you set out to do, eyes snapping open eagerly as Matty moans lowly at the sight of you. He fists at the sheets to restrain himself from bucking up into your tight, wet mouth. 

“Fuuuck, that’s a good girl, knew you could do it,” Matty admires, smiling at you lazily with adoration twinkling in his eyes, “Feels nice? Having my cock down your throat?”

Pride swells up inside your chest as you nod at him, practically salivating at the sound of his praise. To let yourself breathe, you pull yourself up from his lap, almost tackling him to press an enthusiastic kiss to his lips. Matty giggles against your mouth, ruffling your hair adoringly at your excitement. 

“Did it, Matty,” you croon, a dopey smile on your face as you bury yourself in his neck, reaching down to wrap your hand around the base of him, slowly pumping his dick.

“I know, I saw, sweet girl. Looked so pretty like that for me- fuck,” Matty gasps, hips rocking up into your fist wantonly. 

He groans deeply, cock throbbing in your hand as you give him a sudden tight squeeze. Matty’s hands ghost up your spine, making you shiver as he feels each bone beneath his feather-light touch.  

“You gonna let me cum down your throat now?” Matty purrs in your ear.

[warpcoreweirdness]

just finished season 2 of Lower Decks and i'm SO glad i tried this show again

i actually started the show a while ago, but the constant easter eggs put me off.

(i still don't know how non-Trekkie viewers are meant to get the jokes where the punchline is "reference!! 😂", but lots of people enjoy it so ymmv).

i stopped a few minutes into episode 2 after Rutherford agrees to quit his job as an engineer so he can watch the Trivoli pulsar with Tendi.

i honestly thought it was going to be a storyline about a guy giving up a job he loves and making his boss angry so that he can spend time with a female friend he has a crush on, because that's the plotline i've been conditioned to expect from tv. i wasn't feeling excited about the show, so i put it on pause.

but if i'd watched for about two more seconds before noping out for a few months, i would've seen this:

when i started watching again, i realised that the episodes never bog themselves down in drawn-out, uncomfortable storyline or character staples - they're actually incredibly well-written, tightly paced, and tell their stories in just the right amount of time. Rutherford wants to be Tendi's friend (at least for now), his boss Billups is really supportive, and Tendi brings a PADD into the Jefferies tube so they can both do what they enjoy, separately but together.

another great part about that scene with Rutherford and his boss is something that Lower Decks does a lot, which is make jokes that actually rely on subverting audience expectations. a big example - and a way of referencing other parts of the Star Trek franchise that does work for me - is when the creators gently poke fun at or subvert common story beats, emotional arcs, or dramatic moments from other parts of Trek.

like when Rutherford loses his memory and Tendi is excited to get to know him again, rather than devastated that he doesn't remember her.

or when they save themselves from being smooshed by Dooplers by dramatically ejecting the warp core of their tiny model starship.

or when Tendi goes on an arc of significant personal development over the course of one (1) whole episode.

they're general enough that even people who haven't seen other Star Trek shows (or movies) can still recognise and appreciate them.

beyond this, the show also has great moments where they (lovingly) cast a light on some of the flaws and foibles in the franchise, often in subtle or comedic ways.

like showing people in beep chairs living their best lives (in contrast to TOS and SNW's view of the beep chair as a tragic, doomsday fate for Pike).

or using Tendi to comment on Trek's depiction of Orions specifically as all pirates and slavers, and alien cultures more generally as monocultures.

or even just acknowledging that Trek shows mostly focus on the bridge crew doing heroic first contact-esque adventures, when that can't be all there is to Starfleet.

heck, they even have Rutherford go on a journey of acceptance and self-discovery after a permanent memory wipe (in contrast to Uhura in TOS, where it's never mentioned again).

another reason i really appreciate the show is that the creators have taken the time to think through what a more inclusive future could look like, in ways that are noticeably lacking or absent in many other Trek shows:

beyond exploring diversity through explicit identity representation (which is still very important), it does this through its world building as well.

i love this communal sonic shower scene for what it says about gender and body politics in Trek. in the future, why would we still separate bathrooms and changing rooms by gender? and why would we have the same views and expectations around bodies that we (by "we" i mean Western countries) do now?

this short scene dismantles the idea that nudity is inherently sexual, that gender is binary and biological, that some genders can't be trusted around other genders while naked, and that heterosexuality is the default (and when you bring dozens of alien species into the mix, why wouldn't we have more and newer ways of thinking about gender?). it even has a little mention that Boimler prefers not to shower with others, leaving space for people to act however feels most comfortable for them.

it's such a little thing, but after years spent (lovingly) yelling at the screen during TNG, TOS, DS9, etc saying, "why are they assuming everyone is straight? WHY would people be this sexist?", i noticed it immediately and appreciated it immensely.

(this isn't related to the storytelling, but i also have to say - the animation in Lower Decks is so pretty???):

this isn't a perfect show, but it's funny, has fantastic storytelling, and it loves the source material without worshipping it. (which is not something i expected to say, given how it started).

plus i love these characters SO MUCH.

so far, so very good 🤞.

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[steveharrington]

Have we seen Steve interacting with authority figures? I feel like we must have at some point but I can't think of any... which is maybe why I struggle to imagine what Steve and Hopper/Joyce sharing a scene might look like. I guess there's that scene with Barb's parents?

we HAVENT ‼️ hardly anyways! off the top of my head i’m fairly sure that the only adults we’ve seen steve interact with (and i define interacting by him talking to them directly or vice versa) are barb’s parents like you said, the guys he walked up to cleaning the theater marquee, and the russian general. genuinely cannot think of anyone else. isn’t that so upsetting

i wouldn’t call barb’s parents or the movie marquee guys authority figures per se, but i do think you could kinda categorize ozerov that way. at the very least, he has massive power over steve (literally has him tied up and drugged). i think it’s notable that of these instances where steve is sharing a scene with an adult, he is consistently doing some sort of repentance. cleaning up the marquee, visiting barb’s parents after she died in his backyard, and being beaten for finding the operation (which served as a larger message to steve that once again reminds him he was an Evil Little Boy). we’ve never seen steve interact with an adult to receive comfort or protection—it’s always the opposite, actually. uncomfortable at the very least, literally being tortured at the most.

i think a very underrated moment is steve threatening ozerov by saying that hopper is going to save them. i think it’s sooooo genuinely deeply sad, actually! he so confidently thought hopper (and other adults ie the us calvary) were going to come save him and robin, when actually no one even knew they were down there. if dustin and erica hadn’t saved them, literally no one would have!!!! the same protection that hopper and joyce provide the other kids/teens don’t really extend to steve and robin, which makes sense logically since they’re kinda on the outskirts. they are not their children or close friends of their children. but i think that line is so meaningful and sad because it kinda implies that steve thinks of himself as falling under that umbrella of protection, but he doesn’t :(

that’s not to say that i think hopper is canonically like “fuck steve harrington i don’t care about that kid”, but the writing in st thus far hasn’t really been dynamic enough to give us glimpses into the various ways that All these kids/teens/adults are inherently tied together after going through category 5 monster moments every half a year together. i really hope season 5 remedies that (it sounds and looks like they might?) by giving us these rare interactions between characters who have almost been killed by the exact same Creature several times but have somehow never talked. i also want so badly for someone to acknowledge that steve becomes the de facto adult when joyce and hopper aren’t around (i know mom steve jokes got annoying but they stemmed from his behavior clearly modeling that of a Parent with the kids) and maybe give us insight into how steve views himself….does he feel like an adult? would he view hopper as an authority figure, or would he almost see him as a peer and equal considering they both end up being the meat shields when it comes to fighting people and monsters? i need to know…..

i do think we’ll get at least a crumb of steve and hopper in s5, at least because david harbour and joe keery have both talked about wanting to share scenes and it would be so mean of the writers to just be like no sorry we don’t have time for a 2 second interaction in this 10 hour season LOL but we shall see <3

[syn4k]

BREAKING NEWS: The queer-themed superhero Arrow Ace has been out on a justice-fuelled rampage this Valentine's Day Morning, sniping villains from above and appearing randomly to whack people who are being rude to the happily single on the day of love.

This is the first appearance that the Arrow Ace has made since October of last year, and we now go to our field reporter Devon, who has managed to get an interview with the enigmatic hero.

Devon: Thank you Gary! I'm here on the corner of 12th and 7th street in downtown Placeville and next to me is the Arrow Ace, who has graciously agreed to be interviewed. AA: Hello. Devon: Sir, many of our newer viewers want to know who you are and what you do. Do you have an answer for them? AA: Yes. Hi. I'm the Arrow Ace, but you can just call me Ace. I was the sharpest shooter in my archery class in college and later decided to make a pun regarding my identity and thus, the hero personality was born. Devon: So do you have any supernatural abilities or are you just really good with a bow? AA: None whatsoever. I'm just a normal guy 99% of the time. Devon: [short pause to listen through her earpiece] Ah. Yes. A question from the studio. Viewers, Ace is most likely referring to the pun his alias makes when talking about his identity. AA: Yes. I am indeed an aromantic asexual, commonly shortened to aro/ace. Devon: Could you perhaps elaborate on that for those watching who might not know what that means! AA: Of course! A person who is aromantic experiences little, decreased, or no romantic attraction to other people. This may manifest as them not getting crushes, not wanting to participate in dating, or being adverse to romantic activities in general. A person who is asexual experiences little, decreased, or no sexual attraction towards other people. They might not want to participate in sexual activities and may be uncomfortable when the topic is brought up in real life or in media. Devon: I see! Thank you for explaining. Does this have anything to do with your backstory? AA: Yes. I originally took up the mask because as a young man, although I didn't have a word for what I was yet, I was often excluded in school both intentionally and not for not having an interest in dating people. In high school, someone who heard I wasn't interested in sex but also hadn't tried it out yet assaulted me to try and "convince" me otherwise. Ever since, I've been trying my best to be a beacon of light for those going through similar or worse ever since to let them know that there's nothing wrong with them and that you can be happy without those types of relationships. Devon: I see! Is there any reason why you're out and about on Valentine's day specifically? AA: I get asked a lot when seen alone in public if I'm single on this holiday. Most of the time, when I answer with yes, the response is something like "oh you poor soul! May you find love soon!" While the person undoubtedly means well, it still annoys me, so I've decided today to be the guy every aro or ace person wishes they had during that conversation.

[B-roll footage filmed on someone's phone of two person having a conversation. The first person asks "So, got any plans this evening?" The second person uncomfortably replies, "No, not really." The first person responds with "Oh, no! Well, better luck next year. Maybe you'll find someone," promptly cut off mid sentence by the Arrow Ace running up behind them and pwhacking them over the head with a paper towel tube. "You're not less whole or less of a person for not having a romantic or sexual partner," he says to the first person, pointing the tube at them. "That is your business and your business alone. I love you. Have a good day." The two people having the conversation stare after him, perplexed, as he runs off out of view of the camera. The video cuts back to Devon and AA.]

Devon: One last question: how do you know if the person in those discussions is aro or ace? AA: I don't, and I never put them on the spot for it. However, whether you experience attraction to others or not, it's never fun to be judged based on the circumstances you may be in at the moment. Devon: A bit of wisdom for us all. Well, sir, it appears that my time is up, but I appreciate you coming to answer these questions. AA: Of course. And, to all who participate, Happy Valentine's day! The shops always have discounts on chocolate the day after. Go treat yourself if you have the means. You deserve it. Devon: This has been Devon of Lucky 7 News. Back to you, Gary!

Thank you, Devon. I have received reports that a new development is unfolding in southeast Placeville- the Nefarious Anglerfish's cat-fish army is leaping up from the docks to attack unsuspecting couples on their walks. I've been told that the Arrow Ace is on his way to get involved. We'll be right back after these advertisements.

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Everybody Wanna Take Her Heart Away

REQUEST: Hi hiii~ First off, a happy birthday to you! 🥳🎂 Wishing lots of happiness in life 💖 I've read some of your works and I really like your writing style! I saw your Mostro Lounge event and it took me a while to decide (because there's so many options that are sooo good; I'm indecisive haha) but I finally chose one! So I'm wondering if I could request F!Reader x Azul with the song "Steal My Girl" from the Azul to You playlist you made? I was thinking about a scenario where someone keeps pestering F!Reader to go out on a date with them (even if she already said no) and then Azul saves the day! Swooping in, holding you close by the waist, declaring "find another 'cause she belongs to me" (you get the reference 👀 haha) But I understand you already have a general idea for each so no worries~ Also, I'm sorry if this was long hahaha Again, happy birthday! Sending you cakes!! 🎂🎂🎂 Thank youuuu! ✨❤️ - @escha-evenstar

SUMMARY: Azul doesn't like how other people flirt with you. WORD COUNT: ~600

WARNINGS: Ace flirting(??) with you and making you uncomfortable, Ace does not get any hints, Azul is protective and a bit too jealous maybe?? Azul also maybe be a bit ooc. A/N: Okay so I'm not really comfortable with writing an explicitly female reader (it gives me gender dysphoria) so I did make this more neutral - however, I did try to make it as fem as I could, but I'm sorry if it's not specifically what you wanted! I love how I started writing this a month after your request, life's been hectic and I keep making rp blogs (to procrastinate on my homework). Someone needs to stop me. (I also started playing JP Twisted Wonderland too... I have a problem). I'm so sorry this is so late!! Thanks for the happy birthday wishes, I can't even believe I'm a year older now... Wow. For this event.

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Azul didn't like this.

There you were, sitting all pretty and gorgeous. And he didn't mind that - he loved seeing you.

The problem in question was with Ace.

The first year had been coming up to you what seemed like every day, asking you to go on a date.

And sure, Azul knew that you wouldn't agree - you weren't the type of person to do something like that - but that didn't mean that he wasn't jealous.

He knew that he didn't make your relationship that public. Sometimes holding hands, walking you to class… That was mostly it. Most of the Octavinelle students, as well as some of the second years, knew, but other than that? Hardly anyone.

And anyways, he didn't want you to get more attention than was necessary.

Maybe Ace didn't know, and that was why he was doing this… But surely Grim had told him. Unless Grim had a problem with him too…

He gritted his teeth as Ace sidled up to you again, a casual arm slipping around your shoulders. Though, a small smile crossed his lips as he saw you shake his arm off.

"C'mon, kantokusei. One date?" Ace nudged you gently, a grin on his face. "C'mon, I know you like me~"

Azul sighed softly, feeling a small pang in his chest. Perhaps Ace wasn't entirely wrong, and that was why you hadn't given him a hard no? Yes, he saw you push Ace away multiple times, tell him to stop… But obviously it hadn't been harsh enough to drive off Ace.

Still, a nagging feeling in him told him that perhaps you weren't able to be assertive enough to get Ace to listen. Maybe he should jump in…

Over the past couple of weeks, you had gradually grown uncomfortable around Ace. You viewed him as a friend - just that, nothing more and nothing less.

But he seemed to view you as something more. And that definitely made you feel less than friendly toward the first year.

Even as he tried to touch your arm again, you whacked his hand away. "Stop it, Ace."

"But-"

The orange-haired male was cut off as Azul walked up to the two of you, a casual arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"What seems to be the matter?" Azul's voice, though polite, had a bit of an edge to it. His eyes were slightly narrowed, annoyance flashing in his gaze.

"Hey, I was just being friendly toward kantokusei, and teasing them a little bit-"

"That is definitely not the case, and both of us know it. Find another person because kantokusei-san belongs to me."

Azul's voice was cold - it was pretty clear that he was at his limit.

Ace seemed to back off after that, turning and walking away. You breathed a sigh of relief before you looked at Azul.

"Thank you for that," you said softly, moving to hug him tightly.

"Of course. It's my duty as your boyfriend." Azul was glad that you were happy - it seemed he had made the right call. He would have to make sure Jade and Floyd kept a closer eye on Ace… There was no telling how he could start harassing you again.

Still, as he held you close to him, he felt himself relax. Everything was fine - you were content, you were safe, and most of all? You were his.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

not sure if you have done something like this before but can you do one where the reader is the type to call everyone pet names? Kind of like Caine does, like "my dear", "darling", stuff like that

TADC cast x reader who calls them pet names!

ooouuugh characters who call people names of endearment habitually my beloved <33 gotta be one of my favorite genres of character; side eyes itward and dick knubbler and caine unrelated to everything im so mad it took me so long to listen to psycho teddy ive literally had it on loop all day and yesterday while i write RAAAAAAAH romantic leaning by the way! though some can be platonic if you squint, i think!!

CAINE:

honestly i think caine only calls people endearing names platonically and on occasion, but i think you calling him the same style of names it makes his habit more prevalent. i think the first time you call him something like dear, hon, or darling, he kind of does a double take. i mean, hes always the one saying names, but hes never really... been the one on the receiving end... now im not sure if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic, but i think regardless of which this one is; caine loves it and makes it known. you guys experiment to see which names are his favorite eheeh

POMNI:

i think it would take her some time to get used. i think the main reason she didnt really react to caine calling her those names was due to the shock, just to add some explanation for this post in particular on why she didnt seem to mind... i think if there were any names that made her uncomfortable, she would let you know! does eventually embrace it and probably asks if somethings wrong if you call her by her actual name

RAGATHA:

honestly i can easily see ragatha using terms of endearment for those shes close to (like in a general sense, not just familial or romantically) and i can also see her being a huge fan of being called them! i dont think shes been bold enough to ask to be called them, though, so when you just call her dear and love shes over the moon! probably makes a matching name for you! you become to darling to her dear, the bear to her honey, the sweetheart to her sweetpea, and so on and so forth. i just think... that would be really sweet... you know?

JAX:

calls you a really dumb name in response; like shnookums or something within that ballpark. honestly i think it depends on how you say it, when you say it, and how close you guys are when you call him any endearing name. personally i dont think jax likes public affections, since he kind of views it as vulnerability.... at least when hes on the receiving end. bro is weird like that, you know? only lets you call them any of those names behind closed doors.... thinks... surprises you one day by calling you a normal nickname... since usually its the above example or something completely out of no where like. "Mesopotamia" or "20 ton semi truck carrying 720 thunder fucking pounds of freight" or something just as hyper specific

KINGER:

oh i think he would love it a lot! probably calls you a name back in response, perhaps even one that matches; similar to what ragatha does! maybe its because hes old and he gives off nice dad/grandpa vibes, i can see him calling people that he cares about names of endearment (hes only 48)

thinks... though i do think he pauses the first time trying to process what you just called him.. takes him a few seconds before realizing. kind of like the "oh IM pretty boy!" audio but replace pretty boy with any name

ZOOBLE:

i think zooble is the only one who doesnt like endearing names; like i think in a romantic sense they would like it but only really like babe/baby, and not much else... very picky with what they do like, at least for this instance. definitely going to take some experimenting to see what sticks and what doesnt. funny little scenario but imagine sitting with them trying to find something they like and you call them something absolutely abhorrent, perhaps something akin to the "pookie bear with whipped cream and sprinkles on top" meme but WAAAAAY over the top and zooble just. "absolutely not."

not too mean to harsh with rejecting any names, though. but they are blunt about what they do and dont like

GANGLE:

honestly if this isnt romantic and this is platonic, she sees it the same way as when an older lady calls you a sweet name,... you know? does the ^w^ she does in her character intro short thing, me thinks, whenever you call her any name. very shy and sheepish about calling you any names in return, give her some time shes trying to hype herself up so she can return the same energy! only really likes it when you call her those endearing names, i fear that SOMEONE is going to tease her for it... poor girl.... explodes jax with my neurodivergant brain

[seresinhangmanjake]

Less Misery, More Company

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Warnings/Notes: fluff, implied smut, slight angst, implied past masturbation, mentions of alcohol, cursing, flirty Jake, spelling mistakes i’m sure.

So my life kind of fell apart over the last month and I have written very little. I finally got back to it but I’m still trying to get back into my writer’s flow. This is not my best work, at least from my point of view, but I did my best under the circumstances, so I hope some of you like it anyway. I’m actually very nervous to post this. Like heart-pounding nervous. 

To those who made requests, I finally have a bit of time to start tackling them again so thank you for being patient.

Words: 3706

Requested: Yes

“You really want me to be miserable, don’t you, sweetheart?”

That not-so-simple question threw a hefty wrench in your so-far very peaceful day.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be one hundred percent pissed off about it. There was something irritatingly melodic about the way Jake Seresin spoke. His voice was neither too hard nor too soft; pitch neither too high nor too low. His words strung together in such a seamless way that you couldn’t help but be drawn in. His voice was a call to beckon you closer, with defining notes you could pick up on if in relatively the same space as you. But that didn’t mean you found him any less annoying than he consistently proved himself to be, and his question, which threw the pebble that cracked your expert concentration, only solidified that.

You didn’t look up from the tenth lime you were cutting into wedges from behind the bar as he waited patiently for your response. You only sighed, accepting that your last few moments of peace before the bar’s doors opened were going to be snatched up by the blond pilot.  

“Hangma—”

“No, no, I get it,” he leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the bar top directly in front of you, “everyone loves when a hot guy suffers; puts us in our place and reminds the world we’re just like everybody else.”

Your eyes rolled before you could hold back the reaction, but you could see his smile in your peripherals, it bright and unnaturally mesmerizing. Which was exactly why you didn’t glance up. That smile had been a problem from the very second he first flashed it your way. Your knees had nearly buckled that night, heartbeat sputtering uncomfortably behind the wall of your chest. But that feeling immediately defused when he flashed it again at the next nearest woman.

“You don’t have to keep turning me down to make a point, gorgeous.”

Blowing out a deep breath, you grabbed another lime and began slicing. “Wow.”

As if he couldn’t pick up on your obvious distaste for the conversation, he continued. “So, what was it, huh? What brought about this general hostility towards ridiculously attractive men? Did the buff, popular boy ignore the awkward, little wallflower in high school?” His eyes narrowed. “Are you using me as a stand-in to get back at him in sort of twisted, subconscious way?”

You looked up, and you could instantly see his satisfaction at getting you to finally pay him an ounce of attention. “That’s not even remotely close to accurate.”

“Then why not just go out with me? If you do, I’ll make sure to broadcast that you made me work for it and had me on my knees before you agreed. So, you know,” he smirked and lightly slapped the top of bar as he straightened his spine, “everybody wins.”

That forced you to put your knife down, knowing very well that not doing so would have likely placed you in a prison cell for a good long while. “How exactly does everybody win?”

He gave you a look that said nothing short of I’m so glad you asked before he said, “Well, I get to be with you and you get to tell people I’m a beggar and not nearly as charming as I think I am, even though we both know that’s not true.”

“Those are not equal in value. Why would I willingly go out with you, which heavily requires my emotional investment, when I don’t even have feelings for you?”

“That’s a small detail.”

“Oh, is it?”

“It is when it’s a lie, beautiful,” he said with a smile, “One I’m sure you continuously repeat before you tuck yourself into bed at night as well as when you pour your morning coffee, so that when I walk in here, you don’t slip up from the uncontrollable desire to attack my mouth with yours or rip my clothes off.” Pearly whites continued to shine through curved parted lips. “Either of those I would find acceptable, by the way.”

An irritating shock of panic licked up your spine, traveling throughout your limbs before it settled. His words were too perfect, too correct. Within them contained a daydream you’d given up on long ago. But you knew how he was. You weren’t stupid, and having Jake Seresin’s attention on you didn’t turn you so.

Why that attention was on you, why he bothered to look a little harder at the girl behind the bar after the drinks were already in his hands, was beyond you. Out of anyone else, you seemed to be the person he felt the need to annoy. You knew Jake only wanted one thing from you, and you also knew if you allowed him in, you’d get attached. So you learned to keep him at arms-length, trying not to let his teasing get to you.

You were growing tired of it, really, the shameless flirting. Had it been genuine perhaps you would feel different, but this was not that, and day after day he played this game. However, it didn’t go over your head that you could be as sly as he was if you decided to exercise that skill. You could play the teasing game too, so why not?

Filling your hands with the lime wedges, you turned to place them in their clear plastic container. “You know what, Hangman,” you said, securing the lid tight, “you’re right.”

You smiled to yourself and walked around the bar towards him, only stopping when barely a foot stood between you. That unshakable smirk was still perfectly in place, but his eyes held a little less of that confidence. As they scanned over your face you could tell he was quickly trying to understand your next move before you made it.

You brushed your fingers against his in a feather-light touch making each of his long digits twitch in response. Like magnets, when you moved your hand a millimeter away, his followed, chasing. But it was the moment when he attempted to intertwine your fingers that damned him. He wanted more, and you knew you had him wrapped around your pinky.

A sweet sigh passed your lips as you leaned into him, chests matching from the rise and fall of inhales and exhales, body heats forming a warm haze around you both. Other than your playful fingertips, no other part of your skin connected with his, despite his clear desire to have it be otherwise.

“I am so…desperate for you,” you spoke slowly. His fiery gaze snapped to your lips as you licked them then gently nibbled on the bottom one before releasing it. “You couldn’t even begin to understand what I go through to keep myself in control.”

You dared to run an index finger up the length of his bare forearm, tracing the pulsing vein. Your heartbeat mimicked the rapid thumping under his skin.

His adam's apple bobbed harshly in his throat. “Y/N—”

“Don’t.” You shook your head. “Just listen.”

That finger moved to fiddle with one of the buttons of his shirt, then continued up the line of his neck, along the curve of his jaw, until you reached his mouth. You slowly swiped the pad of your finger over his lips. The heat of his hand echoed at your waist, not quite making it through the fabric of your blouse from him not quite touching you.

“I’ve wanted to tell you how I feel,” you continued, “but I didn’t know if I could. I didn’t think you would take me seriously.” You turned your head away in false shyness before letting the confidence overtake you. “Now though…now I know I can tell you what I want.”

You took your hand away and inched your body to his until the space that lived between you suffocated into nonexistence. Your chin lifted as his face tilted down towards yours.

“Jake, I want…” you swallowed.

“Tell me,” he whispered.

Your lips were so close to his. So close you couldn’t tell how much you would need to move to actually connect them. You could forget your plan now, kiss him if wanted to. He’d never have to know your original intentions.

“I want you to…to…” Your eyelashes fluttered.

His lips parted, ready to accept yours as you planted your hands on his chest, fingers splaying across the span of muscle. One of his palms landed on top of yours.

“…to go fuck yourself,” you said, shoving him hard enough that he stumbled back a bit.

Your laugh bounced around the empty space. You were nearly doubled over, so much in a fit of giggles that you didn’t notice the fallen expression on his face.

“That’s not funny, Y/N.”

“Oh, come on, Hangman. You’re always messing with me.”

“Yea,” he said, rubbing at the back of his neck, “sure.”

His voice coated you in discomfort. You’d never heard that tone from him. Cockiness, arrogance, pure sex—that often spilled from his mouth like some creamy, velvety dream, despite whatever irritating words he actually spoke. But pain was what was before you now, unmistakable as it slipped through the narrow space between his downturned lips. It completely froze you through and through, and you couldn’t move to be able to stop him from walking out the front door of the bar.

 -----

“And she finally joins!”

You half-heartedly chuckled at Rooster’s shouting as he raised his glass in the air, amber-colored alcohol sloshing over the rim onto Coyote’s lap, who angrily shoved his tipsy teammate in the shoulder.

Your shift at the bar felt agonizingly long, longer knowing how Jake had reacted to your teasing only hours before. You hoped he would’ve gotten over it by the time you were off and come into the bar with everyone else as always, but as you quickly scanned the area for the blond, you couldn’t deny the disappointment that sank into your gut at his absence.

“Where’s Hangman?” you asked, awkwardly shoving your hands into the back pockets of your jeans.

“Probably trying to glue the pieces of his heart back together.”

Your head shot to Fanboy in time to see Phoenix elbow him hard in the side and mutter some curses that had the man shrinking slightly in his seat.

“What!” You snapped.

Payback took a sip of his beer then said, “You did a real number on him, sweetheart. We don’t know what you said, but whatever it was, it hit him where it hurt.”

Your jaw slackened and you felt your knees go weak. Your ass would have hit the floor had Coyote not pulled out a chair for you to plop down into. Arms overlapping on the table in front of you, you dropped your head to rest on the backs of your stacked wrists, and a groan pushed up your throat and out of your mouth.

“Hon, it’s ok,” Phoenix cooed as she rubbed back and forth across the width of your back. “Hard as it may be for him to accept, you can’t control how you feel.”

Your head rose, eyebrows scrunched in pure confusion. “I don’t get it. I mean…since…when? How long has he felt like this?”

“Well, it’s been a while,” Rooster began, “I mean, I don’t remember the exact night he got hammered and spilled his undying love for you in a drunken slur, but it certainly wasn’t yesterday.”

“Oh, my God.”

“Yea. You’re lovely, kid; Smart, funny, beautiful—all that good stuff, but you’re as dense as an overbaked cake.”

Phoenix sighed. “Rooster.”

“I say it with love.”

“You really had no idea?” Coyote asked.

“No!” You let out a huff as you slouched back in your chair. “He hasn’t acted the slightest bit different from the day we met. How was I supposed to know he was serious?”

Even with that justification, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any better about what had happened between you and Jake earlier. Something about the way he looked before walking out the door only served to reassure you that, despite not knowing how he felt, you were in the wrong here. Even had he only wanted to get you into bed, did that mean your attempt at such a joke was actually humorous in any way? Did you really expect him to shrug it off without an emotional response? Or worse, did you think he would laugh along with you?

Not a single one of those questions had a realistic answer that would satisfy you and curb your guilt.

Your hand ran down your face. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

Bob shrugged his shoulders. “You could talk to him,” he returned, lips around the straw sticking out from his glass soda bottle.

“There’s no way he wants to see me.”

“Of course, he does,” Rooster said, leaning forward. “I mean, he may not admit it to anyone, because, you know, pride and all. But he wants to see you every second of every day. This won’t change that.”

“That can’t be true.”

Coyote snorted and threw an arm around your shoulders. “Honey, we live with him. He says your name eighteen times a day—”

“Minimum,” Phoenix mumbled.

“—And,” Coyote continued, shooting Phoenix a look at the interruption, which she chuckled off, “Not only is he saying your name, but if you’re unlucky enough to walk by his room at night he’s moaning it, too.”

The rest of the team groaned in unison as Coyote smirked at you.

“God, that I am getting sick of,” Payback added, shaking his head.

Fanboy slammed his empty glass down on the table. “Oh, you’re getting sick of it? I’m the one who shares a wall with him!”

Rooster tilted his head side to side in consideration. “That’s fair.”

“True,” Phoenix answered.

Bob snickered. “I forgot about that.”

“Because you’re all the way down the hall, Bobby,” Fanboy snapped.

“Hey, I share his wall, too,” Coyote said, “Although I don’t really hear him anymore. I’ve learned to block it out.” He looked to you and patted your shoulder. “No offense to you of course, sweetheart. I love you as much as the rest of us—well, excluding Hangman. He’s got us all beat there."

 -----

“Which door?”

“That one.” Rooster pointed at one of the gray slabs in the center of the wall on your left. “Now listen here, young lady, you tell anyone—”

“I know, I know,” you held up your hands in mock surrender. “If anyone asks, I’ve never been here before in my life. I got lost somehow. I’m drunk and I stumbled upon this base.”

“Good girl.”

You smiled at the praise and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you, Roose.”

“No problem, kid.”

Then he was gone. Likely back to the bar with the rest of them, as he should be. Your friends’ jobs were no joke, and they needed the break after work. The opportunity to unwind was well owed.

Stepping forward, you took a deep breath. Your fingers anxiously pulled at the hem of your t-shirt, then they curled into a fist and you rose your hand to knock. And knock. And knock again without answer.

“Jake,” you whispered through the barrier keeping you from him. But nothing.

You sighed, leaning your forehead against the door. A piece of you—a sliver, really—wondered what the hell you were doing, why you were bothering when without a doubt in your mind Jake would turn you away, if he spoke a word to you at all. But the rest of you knew exactly why you were here, waiting for any hint or whisper of a sound on the other side of that door.

Suddenly, your weight fell forward, nothing but the dry, thin air to hold you up. Or so you thought, until your body was smacking into a wall of muscle. You cursed as strong arms wrapped around your form.

“What the hell?”

“Jake!”

He stood you up straight. Rough palms cupping your cheeks forced your eyes to meet. He blinked hard a few times, shook his head a little, and blinked again. His index finger and thumb cautiously grabbed a small section of your hair and rubbed it between the pads before brushing those loose strands behind your ear.

“Ok,” he said, a bit of curiosity in his tone, “you’re really here.”

Nodding, you replied, “I’m here.”

Jake stared with suspicion. You couldn’t blame him. Had he shown up at your door an hour before what started the next day you’d have been just as confused, likely a little pissed.

“Can I come in?”

Without response or hesitation, he moved to the side, allowing you to brush against tanned, bare skin before taking in your surroundings. There wasn’t much to the room. Plain furniture, dull lighting, a few books on the nightstand. It was simply there to serve one purpose. But the pale color of the walls and the dark, laminate flooring birthed a chill that a dozen blankets couldn’t shield you from. Jake deserved more. He deserved warmth and a body in his bed to wrap his arms around, and something to call home, which, according to your friends, Jake had sworn he found in you.

You turned and faced him. “Jake, I—”

“How did you get in here?”

Your airway seized at the dryness of his tone. “Um…Rooster,” you squeezed out. A dead beat passed, but receiving no reaction, you continued. “Jake, I’m sorry.”

Large arms crossed in front of a larger chest, a slight pout forming on those lips; a petulant child in the form of the man you were so desperate to have forgive you. “I don’t care.”

“I care.”

“You’re only sorry because you think you hurt me, and your conscience can’t take it. You’re not sorry because you didn’t mean it.”

That deflated any optimism left in your body and you resisted the will of your shoulders slumping. If he truly believed you didn’t care then maybe you were fucked. Maybe you missed your opportunity to not just apologize but to have him as your own the way you knew he had wanted you.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Again, he didn’t respond. He didn’t react anywhere except in the eyes which shown in a quick flash of protest, but it was gone within the half-second, concealed by a practiced expression of military sternness. He clearly wasn’t begging you to stay, but neither was he shoving you out the door. Ok, baby steps.

“I never thought you were serious,” you said, debating whether to take a step toward him, but the fear of him backing further away from you squashed the impulse. “I thought you only wanted to sleep with me.”

“Who says that isn’t the case?”

“Rooster, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote, Phoe—”

He groaned, running his hand down his face. His other hand rested on his hip. “I’m surrounded by fucking traitors. I swear, if I wasn’t forced to work with them—”

You kissed him then, lips meeting in a soft press, because Fuck baby steps.

“Do you love me?” you asked the moment you pulled away for a breath.

His irritation dissipated and he almost looked…shy, though you could hardly believe it. His head turned as if to avoid your stare, then he swallowed hard and nodded.

“Then show me,” you whispered, leaning forward to press your lips to his jawline. You continued those kisses slowly, gently down to his neck. “Show me, Jake.” You licked the words into his skin.

You sensed the slightest hesitation. Brief, but there. Then you sucked a little at sensitive skin and a strangled moan tumbled forth. Vice-like fingers firmly grasped your waist, twisted you in place, and pushed you onto the bed.

 -----

“What do you want from this?” he asked as he ran his fingers through your hair.

Your head rested on his chest, but you rose to look at him, lifting your body with a hand pushing down on his pec. The fingers in your hair moved to your spine in a barely tamed motion, keeping your form against his as if you might be rising to leave his bed. But unless he kicked you out of it, not a chance would you untangle yourself from his sheets.

Y/E/C eyes met his green, both sets of eyebrows scrunching a bit at the center. He had no idea what you would say and you could see it plastered across his face. You hadn’t proven to be trustworthy, and clearly your actions and thoughts didn’t aid in showing how you felt, so with conviction you said, “You.”

He shook his head, brushing his hair back with his free hand. “I meant after tonight.”

“Still you, Jake.”

“How?”

“Huh?”

“In what way?”

Rapid-fire questions. Not everyone’s favorite type of interrogation, or no, not interrogation you realized, drilling. He was drilling you like a sergeant with a softer voice, but you supposed it was fair enough.

Leaning down, you kissed him, your hand resting on his cheek, his holding onto the back of your head. Jake had told you he loved you, five times by your count while he had been inside of you, perhaps more, but every thrust—sharp, deep, shallow, or soft—fuzzed your brain far too much to remember accurately. From that, you knew the truth. Despite the twisted game you played, which, for other men that might have been enough to drop all intentions of a future together, Jake still wanted you, and you were willing to give that man everything.

He chuckled deeply at the little nip you gave his bottom lip, and when you separated he pressed a long kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not going to break your heart, Jake,” you swore. “You’re mine now.”

He reached over and grabbed the back of your thigh to pull over his waist. Your body followed until you were straddling him, your breasts smushed against his chest. As he had when you first stepped into his room, Jake tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear. “I’ve always been yours, honey,” he said.

“And now I’m yours, Jake.”

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SPOILERS FOR INANIMATE INSANITY S2 AND MENTIONS OF ABUSE, INC*ST AND P*DOPHILIA BELOW.

Oh, boy, this'll be a long one.

Minuet isn't here to answer himself, but LMAOOOOO?????? Personally I wouldn't say anything Bug (@bugdatabase) hasn't said in this post.

https://www.tumblr.com/bugdatabase/740813373718118400/not-an-anon-calling-toipad-proship-as-an

But! If you want to go even further with the evidence: In this post, Justin himself says that “[He] always felt that PayJay (a ship with a character he voices) is a pretty cool ship).”

Besides, we (Minuet and I) both find it ridiculous to tell someone who is, under the transmitter's point of view, “uninformed” (someone who, under the point of view of someone who thinks it's a proship, likely doesn't know) to “get their senses together”. That's just plain rude. Even if it was a proship, there is a clear lack of tact in this ask, and articulating it differently could have made a different, likely more positive impact. Going “hey, this ship is problematic jsyk” is less aggressive, and in the case that the person /is/ in fact uninformed, can be taken more lightly and solved more amicably.

(But of course, Tumblr is not always amicable, is it?)

In the second post attached, Justin also says that we as a community should value our own sense of interpretation as long as it doesn't go completely against the canon of the show. Which it doesn't, because Toilet and MePad literally make up in canon! And they are shown to be friends after T&B! Even after MYOB, you've got to accept that if they aren't in good terms, MePad did everything he could to convince MePhone to let Toilet stay. Toilet is very compassionate, and even if they’re stuck in a strange desencuentro, he would definitely know this.

Yes, MePad not helping him definitely would leave a mark in their relationship, but that doesn't make the ship abusive or toxic in any way. They were stuck in the middle of a chain of unhealed generational trauma, but none of them are abusive. It's all a petty one-sided conflict for MePhone4’s attention. Toilet doesn't know how to react to being thrown aside, so he develops a strange unrequited rivalry towards MePad. The thing is though! They make up! They communicate their feelings to one another!

Is Toilet hateable under popular perspective? Probably. He's clumsy, loud, not very bright and made for you to either hate him or laugh at him. But that doesn't mean that he isn't a character worth analyzing. He deserves love, which he never receives, even after 14 episodes of dealing with what he deals with. I know it's silly to sympathize with a fictional toilet, but he really does deserve more development and closure for his arc, and as Minuet has expressed in the past, MePad (character) has what it takes to break the cycle and provide him with the affection that he needs. (We're guiding ourselves based off our own analyses of II S2 and canon itself, btw. Not any theories.)

Conclusion: Leave ToiPad and its shippers alone. It is not a problematic ship. Neither of them are abusive, Justin is not uncomfortable with ships of the characters they voice, and it is most definitely Not inc*stuous and/or p*dophilic.

- Nonne (🔪)

[world0fmadness]

FUTURE OF HELL

jon “ metalion ” kristiansen x reader

♡ general dating headcanons for metalion!

୨୧ words cannot describe how much i adore this cutie pie and how excited i got when i found out other people do too! i need a big boy… not sure why but listening to the forget me knot album by 400 lonely things really helped me write this, absolutely beautiful album, i recommend giving it a listen <3

♡ view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: the essence of my dreams by adorior - nocturne by 400 lonely things

♡ metalion does not love winter at all but one thing he does like about it is how you cuddle him for warmth!

୨୧ you cannot tell me this man would not give the most comfy and warm cuddles…

♡ that is honestly the only thing he really likes about winter; cuddling up in bed with you and having hot drinks, talking quietly amongst yourselves as snow flutters down outside, gently tapping against the glass of your apartment windows

୨୧ you definitely know it’s the only thing he liked about winger too, the second it starts actively snowing or raining, he’ll be staring outside with a slight frown due to the cold that will now be drafting into your apartment though his frown quickly melts away when you come up behind and tell him you’re cold, that all you want to do right now is cuddle with him

♡ he’s a cuddle bug, guilty as charged…

୨୧ metalion either big spoons you or simply let’s you lay atop of him with your head on his chest, his hand stroking your hair as your legs tangle under the blankets, his thick thighs almost acting like radiators for yours

♡ it’s probably so so so comfy to be big spooned by him, his curly hair tickling your cheek as he buries his head into the crook of your neck… listen, big boys are just so absolutely comfy when it comes to damn near everything

୨୧ his hugs too? oh my gosh!

♡ metalion gives the most comforting and safe feeling hugs, he especially loves hugging when he’s drunk!

୨୧ he’s a very clingy drunk in general, always holding you on his lap, his big hands rubbing up and down your hips and thighs, pressing sloppy kisses on the skin of your shoulder, shoving his lips against yours when you tilt your head back towards him, laughing slightly against your mouth as your hands tangle in his frizzy hair

♡ metalion might be a lone wolf but obviously, for his magazine, he interviews a lot of people and regularly goes to visit them!

୨୧ and he’ll always prefer if you come along with him, your company just makes the interviewing process even more fun for him, especially if you get along well with whoever it is he’s interviewing

♡ he might get a little sour if they get along with you a little too well though, flirting with you as if he isn’t right there but he’ll just do his best to ignore it for the sake of his magazine, unless it starts making you uncomfortable! luckily most people do not risk flirting with you though, just due to his status in the scene as a very highly regarded and respected guy

୨୧ if you really like a particular band he’s never interviewed before, he would absolutely get in contact with them and bring you along for it! would he dedicate that issue of slayer to you? well of course he would <3

♡ honestly, i think a lot of the slayer issues would be dedicated to you anyways!

୨୧ they’d always feature some sickly sweet yet slightly graphic and twisted little love confession and thank you for you at the end, maybe some risqué picture of you if he’s feeling like showing you off to his readers a little…

♡ but despite him being very much a lone wolf, we all also know he’s completely fine and comfortable with it!

୨୧ i think you’d really be the only company he needs, along with the very small shared friend group you guys have, he only feels like he needs you! your opinion is the most important one to him, he values your thoughts on slayer more than anyone else’s! as long as he has you, he could care less about making it big or really anything else in life, he thrives the most in your company and your company alone, completely coming out of his shell and being his whole self around you in the comfort of your shitty, shared apartment <3

♡ when you do go with him to interview band members, i can see him introducing you as his wife sometimes, despite the fact that you guys are not married

୨୧ not sure why, i just think he’d be a little goofy like that, he loves the look of confusion that comes over the persons facing, their eyes darting between you guys before he shrugs and chuckles a little, telling them that he’s just kidding though it probably would make his mind wonder sometimes, about what it would be like to actually get to call you his wife for real instead of just joking and calling you his girlfriend or partner

♡ we all know metalion does not like children at all so please do not ever even bring the idea of children up to him, he literally does not even leave the apartment when he hears children outside…

୨୧ but the closet thing he would agree to having is a fur baby! most likely a cat and most likely some raggedy, lone little kitten he finds on the side of the street and decides he can’t just leave, bringing it back to your shared apartment to clean it up and just kind of keep

♡ now he loves winter for two reasons, he gets to cuddle two of his favourite people! kitty and you, he absolutely treats the cat like a little baby, constantly cradling it in his arms and letting it climb all over him as you photograph the two

୨୧ y’know how cats, especially kittens, like to knead on soft things?

♡ not sure if this has happened to anyone else but if the cat ever started to knead the fat of your boobs as it rests atop your chest, he would think it is so damn funny, letting out deep chuckles with his curls bouncing before going to grab his camcorder, recording the event as you cover your face and laugh

“ oh my, he loves you boobs! look at that, baby! he’s like, grabbing at them, little fucker, they’re mine, you know… ” ( this only makes you laugh harder behind your hands, of course he claims they’re his boobs )

୨୧ i just know metalion loves fingering you, no one even try to fight me on this because i know i’m right!

♡ it’s another thing he does a lot when you guys are a little intoxicated at a party or whatever, he’ll have you seated on his lap, your open mouths pressed together as your tongues mingle and before long, his fingers will be sliding under your skirt, pulling your thin panties to the side and dipping into your wet cunt

୨୧ he really doesn’t even care all that much about other people seeing too, he is so confident in his relationship with you, he actually kind of loves showing you off, showing off the fact that you chose him

♡ i mean, at first it won’t be super obvious to people just what he’s actually doing to you but if they keep their eyes on you for longer than a couple of seconds, they’ll really see his hand hidden by your skirt, the way your fingers grip his hair tighter every time his arm moves deeper under your skirt and the way you’re slightly grinding down on his thigh

୨୧ no one will ever really be grossed out by it though, much worse things have happened at parties with bands like mayhem, they’ll usually just drunkenly hoot and holler, whistling and goading him on before moving on to go do something else

♡ since metalion is so devoted to and passionate about metal, there is very rarely a band that he doesn’t know but if you ever did bring home a tape of some obscure, tiny little band and he ended up liking it? oh my god, he would fall in love with you all over again!

୨୧ he’d just be obsessed, calling you into the living room where he’s listening to the tape and immediately pulling you into his large, comforting arms, pressing fat kisses to your cheek and lips as he thanks you for the new material

“ shit, baby! this is good, really fucking good… where’d you get it again? never heard anything like this… are they even signed yet? ” ( if you know the band personally and have their contact details, he’ll be calling them over for some drinks and a meeting in your shared apartment as soon as possible, excitement overtaking his senses at the thought of discovering another incredible band, all thanks to his lover )

♡ honestly, you two just kind of become accidental and way too young parents or i guess the godfathers of a lot of tiny, unsigned metal bands and you both love it, until the business side of it really starts to irritate you both, of course <3

[agentnico]

Longlegs (2024) review

His legs aren’t THAT long, jeez.

Plot: FBI Agent Lee Harker is assigned to an unsolved serial killer case that takes an unexpected turn, revealing evidence of the occult. Harker discovers a personal connection to the killer and must stop him before he strikes again.

Before we get to the movie itself I must applaud Neon for giving this film such a stellar marketing campaign. Most common complaint about modern day trailers is that they show too much of the movie. They’re essentially summaries of the entire film, giving away every major set piece, with the whole narrative showcased from beginning to end, leaving little to the imagination. Makes one wonder why even it’s worth seeing the actual movie when you’ve already essentially been spoiled. Hence why Neon’s advertising strategy for Longlegs stands out so much. Throughout the last half of the year they have been releasing small 10 second untitled cryptic teaser snippets that intentionally left the premise vague, as discontinuous editing was employed to display snapshots of brutal murders, ominous world building and nightmarishly surreal images of primal fears including snakes and blood. In fact, those teasers didn’t even show the film’s title, just the release date. Then there were the billboards that had a phone number that, if you called, you’d get to hear Nicolas Cage. Speaking of Cage, again the teasers don’t really show him at all, allowing for the build up of his mysterious character to be left till the audience were in the cinema seats. Then when the early reviews came out, praises were hailed as well as comparisons to Silence of the Lambs, so naturally expectations were high.

Unfortunately, the truth is much more disappointing: Longlegs is just another run-of-the-mill, albeit well-executed, serial killer film. It’s evident that director Oz Perkins took inspiration from the aforementioned Silence of the Lambs, as well as the ambiance and possession themes of David Lynch’s iconic series Twin Peaks. However unlike those films there is a lack of urgency or mythos here, with the FBI agent feeling somewhat unimportant to the grand scheme of the story, and Maika Monroe’s acting is as plain as a cardboard. That shtick worked for her in 2014’s thriller The Guest, as there she played a moody teenager, however in Longlegs she simply comes off wooden. Look, all I’m saying is she’s no Jodie Foster. There too is a lack of backstory or explanation in regards to the supernatural elements, and I feel like the film wouldn’t have hurt having an extra scene or two to delve deeper into Longlegs’ powers and his origins.

I love Nicolas Cage. He’s one of the greatest actors working today, and truly is one of my favourites as he manages to elevate any film he is in to another level. As Longlegs he is fantastic. They use his expressionistic style of acting very cleverly here, by making him quite over the top with his voice, but done is a creepily eerie and weird way and scenes with him are great. However, as per the marketing and the first half of this movie, Longlegs is mostly hidden from the view of the audience. We see corners of his face or him blurred out in the background, and I feel like that mystery added to the hidden uncomfortable nature of his character. So when we do finally get to see him, Cage is on top form however the make-up department have given him this mask to wear and it looks really cheap. Evidently they had a limited budget with this film, but that’s why the technique of showing a bit less worked more than showing the entire thing, as he does look kind of goofy. Also, Cage is really under-used here. Already mentioned about the lack of backstory, but also in general he’s only in maybe 3-4 scenes but isn’t allowed space to delve too deeper into the demonic mindset of this character.

I do appreciate Oz Perkins’ directing style, as the cinematography was solid and he has some fun with changing the aspect ratio throughout the film to create a sense of claustrophobia, and each scene is filled with that unsettling sense of paranoia, however the movie does suffer from a slow overdrawn pace, and the central mystery in reality is so predictable you can guess what’s happening a mile away. Then when the movie ends fairly abruptly, there’s definitely a lack of satisfaction when it’s over.

It does feel that due to the effective hyped up marketing and the comparisons to Silence of the Lambs have built this movie up to being something truly spectacular, when in reality it’s an okay serial killer flick with elements of the supernatural that has moments of greatness, primarily due to Nicolas Cage, even though, again, his legs aren’t even that long.

Overall score: 6/10

[ronnonon]

Ron presented as an Alpha two years earlier than expected. The first Alpha in his family in several generations, his family is both extremely proud and cautious as him being an Aloha automatically makes him more powerful in the eyes of the public and there was always the chance he would be mocked for his second gender and being poor. Ron doesn’t care all that much though and continued as if nothing has changed even as his body does. He grows taller by two whole feet and gets a muscle mass he doesn’t fully know how to manage but he just uses that in quidditch and that’s all. It’s in year seven when Narcissa Malfoy comes to him in secret and asks to speak with him. He does, only because he recognises a scared mother and his hatred for their family has always been for her husband and son, she has yet to give him a proper reason to show her malice. He’s shocked when she tells him that Draco presented as an Omega. She explains that she knows a rich, pure blood who, she admits with a surprising lack of hesitation, isn’t all that liked will be a prime target. Not only would mating with him be demeaning to him but they would also have right to his money and, worst of all, his body. Ron feels sick as he realises what she means, how she fears someone will claim him without his consent and force him into his second gender and never allow him to be a person. He doesn’t hesitate for even a second when she asks him to protect her son, to watch out for him and make sure no Alpha or even Beta tries to abuse him. He does ask her why and the answer is obvious, he doesn’t like Malfoy. He won’t take him again this will or fall in love, he won’t use him as a toy then leave him to waste but at the same time, he’s a good person and won’t let him be hurt in such a cruel way. Ron says nothing to his family or friends and if Harry and Hermione notice that he’s watching Draco like a hawk and distracting or going as far as to beat down some Alphas who speak vile words or get too touchy and make the Omega uncomfortable… they say nothing. Not even the twins, who watch as he rips an Alpha off Draco in the corridor and punches his face in and kicks his stomach, say anything. They saw the Alpha choking Draco and gripping his crotch as Draco sobbed and tried to get away. Ron want let someone get hurt but now that he’s an Alpha, a strong one at that, he would never let an Omega be assaulted. Ron doesn’t just help Draco but it’s obvious he’s overprotective of him, not giving Alphas a chance to even try anything with Malfoy in a kind way. Ron knows he’s taking it too far, his knuckles have scars on them from how far he’s gone, but he could smell Draco’s fear as soon as he walked onto the train. He might be falling in love, at the very least his second gender has a deep connection to Draco’s, but he expects nothing of it. He’s there to protect the boy he’s gotten to know better than any other, whose view on the world is shifting as he’s forced to the bottom of the food chain, who looks at Ron with so much hope when he comes to save him and keeps watching even as Ron leaves without saying a word. Narcissa comes to him when he’s visiting Hogsmeed and thanks him, not nothing to hide the tear that goes down her face. Draco does the same thing later that day after returning from talking with his other himself, standing on his toes and kissing Ron’s cheek and whispering a thank you that has Ron preening and rumbling a happy purr.

[darkstarofchaos]

For the ask thingy... I have a feeling I might know some of the answer to this, but here's a two-fer. Take your pick (or answer both if you're in the mood): - OpStar -OpFire

OpStar: Don't ship it.

Why don’t you ship it?

Well, for starters, there's Optimus laughing at the idea of Megatron doing horrible things to Starscream. Bit off-putting, that.

More generally, Optimus has a... morality thing. Specifically, his own view on morality, which he pushes onto anyone in his vicinity. Which, y'know. Starscream is a villain, you kinda have to redeem him if the ship is actually going to work, right? Or file off his rough edges and make him Secretly A Good Person Actually, or a generally good person/helpless victim who just needs to See The Light.

Two problems with this: first, I prefer corruption arcs. Let Starscream bring people to the Dark Side, darn it. And second, Optimus does not practice what he preaches. One might even call him a hypocrite. Case in point, mind control is Evil when the Bad Guys do it, but he was perfectly happy to try controlling the Constructicons - and through them, Devastator - in The Core. And if mind control is an acceptable approach to turning people to your side, what does that mean for the ex-Decepticon you're looking to bed? I wouldn't trust any canon Optimus to treat Starscream with legitimate kindness, save for Armada Optimus. Because he actually did that. And maybe EarthSpark, but we only have a couple lines of dialogue to go on so far, so I'll reserve judgement there.

(Note of clarification, most of my Optimus Problems apply to G1 versions of the character. I actually kind of like other Optimii. Still don't ship him with Starscream, though).

As for Starscream, he's not going to do a 180 and suddenly be a loyal and obedient follower just because he gets some praise once in a while (if he does, that's incredibly unhealthy and he shouldn't be in a relationship with someone who could very easily take advantage of him). Starscream has opinions and ideas. And when he sees someone doing something stupid, he's going to call them on it. But Optimus does what Optimus thinks best, and if Starscream thinks differently, they are going to fight. And Optimus isn't going to listen to him, because he doesn't listen. Doubly so if Starscream's opinion can be construed as immoral.

Tl;dr: they would be horrible together.

2. What would have made you like it?

I think TFP is the only place where they would have had a chance with me, so... Maybe if Optimus had tried to reach out to Starscream after Arcee chased him off? But the irony is, if Optimus was the kind of person who could be trusted with Starscream's well-being, he would also recognize that his status as a powerful authority figure makes him someone Starscream shouldn't be in a relationship with. So it still wouldn't work.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

It's fun when they argue. Which has nothing to do with them as a pairing, I just enjoy when their dynamic is ruthlessly antagonistic.

-

OpFire (just gonna lump Jetfire in with Skyfire): Don't ship it.

Why don’t you ship it?

I ship Skyfire with one (1) person. Irrationally uncomfortable seeing him with someone else. OTP in the purest sense of the term.

Optimus is not that one person.

2. What would have made you like it?

Might need to rewire my brain, tbh. First, I'd need to be comfortable shipping Skyfire with someone else. Second, I would need to like Optimus enough to ship him with anyone. Third, they would need to have enough in common that I could ship them specifically.

Impossible task, I would say.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

I had a roommate a few years ago who really liked anime, so I decided Armada would be a good way to introduce them to Transformers. They came away with a few ships, including Optimus/Jetfire. And they decided the ship name was Flying Fish, because of how the pair's combined form looks.

So that's a fun little story.

[sleepingdeath-light]

yogurt cream smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; 🐜 anon (22/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; yogurt cream cookie

outline ; “🐜 anon back at it again

yogurt cream cookie smut headcanons shhdhsjsd”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, pillow-prince-esque!yogurt cream, food play, public sex, threesomes

note ; there were so many conflicting translations for the pet names used in this that i ended up just throwing in the towel — they’re all at the very least complimentary so i’m still taking the win here haha

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

the type of lover who is happy to lay back and let you do all of the work — who is comfortable to stay on the bottom whilst you ride and fuck him, offering only wandering hands and remarks that leave your skin burning

that being said, he does put in the effort when he goes down on you and he’s fucking excellent at it — making full use of his dextrous tongue, soft lips and smooth hands to bring you to the edge over and over again whilst still able to spare the time to tease you (preferably with you mounting his face so he can get comfortable)

big into seeing you in lingerie — especially if it’s sheer, lacy or made of silk

has a pretty high libido and usually doesn’t like starting the day without having at least one round of sleepy morning sex with you if he can help it

enjoys consensual somnophilia and loves waking up to you going down on him — and on the rare occasion that he’s up before you, he’s also generous enough to return the favour by giving you a handjob beneath the sheets

also enjoys things like decorative bondage on you and himself — but he usually prefers to get straight to the sex itself without having to go through the motions of safe bondage

food play is an absolute must with him and most of his wet dreams are repeats of a time where the two of you gave the most decadent basbousa a second life — or the time where you surprised him with a jaw dropping show involving whipped cream, chocolate and strawberries

massive praise kink (giving and receiving)

tends to slip into his native tongue a lot when he’s praising you during foreplay and sex, particularly when it comes to pet names

the ones that he frequents are: ya amar, habib albi, and ya helo

he also calls you these things (and many more) outside of the bedroom, but these pet names in particular tend to slip out quite often in the moment

if anyone catches you having sex then he’s hardly going to mind, more bothered about getting off — or, if you’re clearly uncomfortable, protecting your modesty

in a similar vein he’s not above or opposed to actively having sex or performing sex acts in full view of others — nor with inviting others into the bedroom with you

of course he’d propose inviting people he trusts the most (like lilac cookie) but he’s also up for any suggestions that you have — or just inviting someone new as long as everyone’s having fun and staying safe

he’s up for trying most things at least once as long as it’s (a) not super risky for either of your health and (b) not something that requires him to put in mountains of effort

extremely loud in bed to the extent that if you don’t want others to know what’s going on then you’ll need to gag him once he starts getting close to climax

he has a massive collection of toys from all over the world and organises them by their function (restriction/penetration/vibrating/suction/pain/sensation/etc.) and he’s all too happy to share them with you if you ask

[crevanille]

Thoughts on Koi Kaze, Part 1

So, I just finished reading Koi Kaze vol. 1 (Ch. 1 - 7) and.... yeah, it's just as good as I remember, if not better honestly.

Now, just like I wrote in my last post. Koi Kaze tells the story of a budding romance between siblings Koshiro and Nanoka and can be summed up in three words: Honest, awkward, and uncomfortable.

But all in a good way, at least to me.

Be it East or West, incest, much less consanguinamory, isn't a subject that, for various reasons, that's easy to talk about, much less frame your whole narrative around.

Now, to be fair, I do think Japan does a lot better with the subject than here in the US and the West more generally which tents to cast it as unequivocally bad, usually by means of abuse and that's it....

That's what made Koi Kaze stand out though.

Even if/when incest is treated less negatively Japan, it's almost never done so in a genuinely 'honest' light like it is here. Something that's reflected in its art style that is... well, kind of plain. Stylized for sure, but nothing that really comes across as overly flashy or exaggerated. The two lead characters, even accounting for Nanoka's cute design... are really quite plain and a bit generic compared to other examples in the medium.

This isn't really a criticism though, but rather a point of strength for the story that tells its audience in no uncertain terms that the story you're getting, fiction or not, is as real as it's going to get while still being a manga.

The plot of the story and the question it's trying to answer can be summed up best with this one line:

'What does it really mean to really like someone from the bottom of your heart?'

...With the second, unspoken question being:

'What happens if the person I really like happens to be my brother/sister?'

Like I said... the story is honest, awkward, and uncomfortable, especially in volume 1, which is told mostly from Koshior's point of view as he repeatedly tries, and fails, to both try and treat Nanoka as a sister despite never having grown up with her since their family divorced when he was in middle school and at the same time suppress his growing sexual attraction to her because he 'can't see her as a sister. Remember, he's already a full grown adult and has never even grown up with her since she was a toddler.... That's not going to be easy no matter how you slice it, incest or not.

Complicating matters, at least for him, is Koshiro himself. Both his naturally awkward personality that makes it hard for him to be honest and come off as cold or distant, and the circumstances that occurred between the siblings when they met without knowing they were, in fact siblings.

Long story short, Koshiro's girlfriend of 2 years dumped him due to him being 'too cold', leading to a not so great moment of depression and wondering if he could've done something different, him running into his then unknown younger sister, and then being egged on by his coworkers to just go out with her since, for all his awkwardness, he sucks at being stoic... leading to the pair out on a date at an amusement park and Koshiro, in a moment of weakness, getting comforted by Nanoka.

Under any other circumstance, not small age gap notwithstanding, this story would be pretty standard and cute for your average reader... but then comes the unceremonious, almost glossed over even, reveal that they are siblings.

I actually like how much the reveal gets glossed over. It really highlights just how socially ingrained expectations are about 'how we should act around each other' given our respective roles. something that gets tacked a lot more generally in manga but takes a much more personally dramatic tone when the roles in question are family and all the expectations that come with it.

For Nanoka, this isn't really an issue since she 'wants' the 'big brother/little sister' dynamic... mostly out of the idealized view she has of said relationships and because she's a pretty innocent teenager who's never really fallen in love before now. To be clear, she doesn't have any real clue how to deal with this either but definitely has an easier time of it... at least until she falls in love with Koshiro herself later.

No, most of the drama is all on Koshior's part as he struggles to make sense of what he's feeling vs how he's supposed to feel.

The problem is that he just can't see Nanoka as his sister, especially not after how they met and how he opened up to her.... to say nothing of his near instant attraction to her the moment he saw her. So, to be suddenly told, 'hey, that's your sister and you're going to be living together, so don't see her as a woman pleast, love society'... is not something our poor guy can do.

No, struggles and agonizes with this dilemma even as his feelings for her grow with each passing day, with several months passing by throughout the first volume alone. And let me tell you, watching him try to suppress how he feels or tell everyone around him that Nanoka is just his siter and nothing more... kind of painful to watch, but hard not to relate to either, in that awkward idiot guy kinda way.

Well, I probably feel that way because Koshiro is, for better or worse, someone I can relate to on a personal level...

Anyway, the volume ends right around Nanoka's 16th birthday and when the failure to suppress his feelings leads Koshiro to do some pretty stupid things and 'relieve' himself to try and cope.

Needless to say, he feels more than a little shame about masturbating to his sister.... Cue more misunderstanding fueled due to her Koshior forgetting Nanoka's birthday and Nanoka thinking he was mad at her for seeing him in the bathroom because she forgot to knock....

The end of the volume 'does' see Koshiro patch things up with her, at least as far as the birthday bit goes, but as for his own issues about her?

...Not hardly. Not even close.... He, and audience, are just left wondering why he couldn't just talk to her more honestly even though the answer is also sort of obvious.... at least for the more 'conventionally minded' readers out there.

Frankly, reading this made me think a lot about my own past and I really couldn't help but feel for how stupid Koshiro was being... It made me both angry at him, but wanna root for him. I dunno.

Anyway, those were my thoughts on Koi Kaze vol 1.