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Amarre

paring: Sub! Marc, Sub! Steven, Sub! Jake x fem! dom! reader; established relationship

a/n:

- shameless smut

- reader is a mix of gentle & hard dom for the boys.

- mention of Eros from 'Theogony' by Hesiod, Gandharva = handsome celestial male beings in Hindu mythology, also a reference to Garden of Eden and forbidden fruit and the Field of reeds.

- this is titled after the song 'Amarre' by Scarlett Rose.

- as always thanks to @imgoingtofreakoutnow 💗 for Spanish words and phrases

minors dni.

warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, swearing, unprotected consensual sex, consensual dom/sub dynamic, sadism/machocism themes, anal play, cunnilingus, edging, orgasm denial, bondage, mommy kink, subspace, impact play, nipple play, temperature play, chastity cage, overstimulation, degradation kink, praise kink, dacryphilia, slight pet play, aftercare.

warnings have been given, do not proceed if any of this upsets you

tagging:

@syrma-sensei @slut4fictionalcharacters28

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Marc:

The moment he stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, you wanted nothing more than to rip it off. And that's what you did. You pushed him down on the bed, climbing on top of him.

You would never get tired of two things in the world despite seeing it every day—The sky, your man's eyes.

Just like how the sky paints kaleidoscope of colours, his eyes never failed to mesmerize you, how his deep brown eyes carried words and promises that silently clung to it.

Today they screamed 'Fuck me, baby"

You ordered him to lie back down. When he looked at you with a challenging expression, you fixed him with, "That wasn't a request".

When he didn't oblige, you pinned him down by his wrists, placing your legs on either side of him, your knees resting flat on the bed.

"It's so damn hot when you pin me down like this" he eyed you under his eyelashes laden with pure lust.

"If you move your arms", you leaned closer to his face and whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna have to punish you, Marc" you nibble his right ear lobe, and tug it slightly. "And I won't play nice" you said in honeyed voice.

"Is that a promise?" he teased you, with his trademark smirk plastered on his face, but he did not move his arms. You do love a challenge, especially when he acts up.

You roughly grabbed his chin, smashing your lips against his, devouring his wanton groans, indulging in the feeling of his rough cheek against yours.

"I love when you’re rough with me" he mouthed, not moving his lips away from yours.

Slowly moving your mouth under his jaw, you kissed and nibbled the sensitive spot under his jaw, you knew that would arouse him. "You talk too much", you left marks of possesiveness with each bite, followed by a soothing flick of your tongue, trailing down his neck. You pinched his nipples and twisted with right amount of pressure, enough to make him writhe in pleasure.

The window curtains on the left danced back and forth, swaying to the wishes of afternoon breezy wind. Steady streaks of mellow sun rays painted Marc's olive skin golden. You were not sure if he was a creature from heaven disguised as a mortal.

There was absolutely no reason why he should have those gorgeous, dark eyelashes. It was the shade of the midnight sky around one am, when lovers confessed their secrets to the moon.

Perhaps that's why people talked to the moon. The moon listens and carefully pockets those confessions and secrets between the stars, under the ink black sky.

You tilted your head to the side, perhaps he was a Gandharva?

What secrets does his eyes posses? What sinful confessions they craved to scream out today?

His delectable groans snapped you back from your short reverie.

"Don't move" you hop off him and the bed, quickly running to kitchen and coming back with tray of ice cubes and a strap on dildo.

New wave of excitement flickered in his eyes at the sight. He adjusted his position with a pillow, his hip was upwards, giving you easier and comfortable access.

With your tongue, you swirled your warm tongue around his nipple, teasing his other one with cold ice cube, you switched the actions on his nipples—the altering sensations made him let out a frenzied groan.

Redolent of his arousal mixed with the scent of his bodywash drove you mad with desire.

A quick movement of your knee made him spread his legs apart. You trailed down kisses starting from his chest to his v-line, turning your head and kissed the inside of his thighs, sending goosebumps on his skin. "Relax, baby" you breathed. With your practiced fingers and generous amount of lube, you slipped your middle finger inside his hole, curling it, drawing out a gasp from him, just within three inches, you could feel his prostate. You pushed your finger back and forth few more times to make his muscles relax. You added your index finger now, drawing out string of throaty moans from him.

Without further warning, you plunged the dildo into his hole, thrusting your hips back and forth, massaging his prostate.

He watched your hip move in mesmerizing, rhythmic thrusts. It felt nice to be filled. The blissful look on your face encouraged him, he loved that look on you. Control looked sexy on you. His eyes rolled back to his head, a lightning sensation went from his head to his toes.

The vulnerability and trust he was showing made this emotionally intense.

"You like that?" you slightly slowed down the movement but didn't pull out, to check on him.

"Don't be gentle, baby" he grunted. For him you made it both domineering and sensual. He felt so good not being the active partner in sex and being taken care of. It was a nice break for a change.

That was all the assurance and encouragement you needed.

You plunged deeper into him, increasing the pace, hitting his pleasure zone with calculated precision continuosly. With every thrust, he could feel orgasm brewing and exploding. He cried out, his vision got blurry with tears of ecstasy, his seeds smearing all over his stomach.

You pulled out completely out of him. "Did I say you could come?" you threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling his head back with a sharp yank and licking and grazing his exposed throat. "Answer me" you slapped his thigh with the palm of your right hand.

"No" his adam's apple bobbed, his eyes didn't meet yours. He was already frustrated at the lack of your touch.

"Get on all fours"

When he didn't move right away, you squeezed his throbbing cock.

The aggressive side of you turned him on even more, but he knew not to test you too much. Obeying, he got on all fours, his body on fully glory for you to see—only for you.

"I love your ass" you rub his round ass gently, before giving it a light slap. His back arched, a shiver went down his spine, his cock hardening. You started slow, you would gradually increase the pressure later.

"I'm going to give you ten. Say 'thank you' for every slap or I will start all over again, understand?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

He chewed on it. It was almost on his lips, ready to tumble out, you knew it. He was resisting. Your thumb stroked back from spine till you reached his ass, "It's okay, it's alright, baby. Go ahead, you can say it"

You placed a light kiss on his back.

"Mommy" his eyes closed in pleasure. He felt liberating as it rolled out of his tongue.

"It's okay, babyboy" you said in softer tone, knowing damn well that will make him shudder.

It was a new level of intimacy. The way he opened up turned you on even more.

Like an obedient good boy, he muttered and moaned with 'Thank you, mommy" with every slap. You made the last five laps harder than ever.

"You did so good, baby" you praised, "You can come now" you rubbed his ass in soothing manner. Red marks looked good on his ass, especially because of something you did.

He was a quivering mess under your touch.

Lubing your finger, you parted his cheeks, making him groan again with just your fingers. "Are we go to go? We can stop now if you want", you kissed his spine softly.

"I want more" he breathed out, his head still foggy from his previous exploding orgasms.

"You are insatiable" with a chuckle, you begin to thrust into him. "I want you tell me when to want to stop, use your safeword okay?"

"Yeah" and a nod. "Don't be gent-" he grunted, unable to finish last word as you pounded into him harder.

"What were you saying?" you teased, thrusting your hips forward.

"I love it when you fuck me like this"

Seeing him writhe under you with absolute bliss was a drug, one you got addicted to quickly.

"God, yes, yes!"

You gave him couple more orgasms.

When his moans got quieter, his elbows gave out and he dropped to the bed, you slowed down your thrusts.

"Ha--rder" he slurred. He felt like floating, his head maddened with pure bliss.

"Easy, now. Marc" you instantly stilled, slowly pulling out completely. He must be in subspace, you thought. You got off him, gently guiding him to lie down on the bed. You got rid off the strap on dildo, tossed it to the floor.

You got back with a wet towel and cleaned him up. Your gentle fingers brushed few strands of hair away from his eyes.

Grabbing body lotion, you squeezed it into your palms in generous amount. You massaged his body, starting from his neck, your fingers slowly glided down, kneading his arms, shoulders and back muscles. You rubbed some on his red, spanked ass in soothing way.

After wiping your hands, you laid down next to him, your fingers softly caressed the sides of his face.

His eyes were closed.

You could watch him like this forever, you thought.

"You are staring like a creep" he said without opening his eyes, a hint of smile on his handsome face.

"Yeah, and what if I did?" it was your turn to smile now.

He slowly opened his eyes. He said with a lazy smile on his lips, "You make me feel safe and loved"

You felt suddenly giddy, your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest.

I love you so much. But you didn't say it out loud, you didn't need to.

Your sweet kiss on his forehead was a silent promise of your love to him and Marc knew that.

Steven:

"Steven, honey, I'm reading now" you say, without even looking up from your book. It's the chapter where they were forced to share one bed. Yes, cliche, but you absolutely loved it. "Can you wait few more minutes, love, hm?"

"Y/n/n, please" he let out sound, a mix of whine and groan, already slipping inside his pants.

"If you touch yourself, I'll punish you" the gentleness in your voice was now gone.

Alright, your book can wait. You decided to take care of Steven. You sat up straight on the couch, closing your book before placing a book mark.

"Come here. Let me take care of you" you gestured him to come closer. He stumbled forward as if you pulled a leash. Your soft hands palmed his hardened cock underneath his pants, slowly riling him up. He bucked his hips forward instinctively.

Much to his dismay, you took your sweet time. You slowly pulled down his sweatpants and boxers down, but not all the way down, just enough to give you easy access. Steven was impatient when it came to this. Your movement was careful not to brush your fingers on his skin, he should learn patience. You are going to teach him.

Your heart rate sped up at the sight of his thick cock. "Sit on my lap"

"Love, I-" you could see the nervousness in his eyes, "what if I crush you?"

"You won't. Come here", you assure him with a smile. Your voice was gentle this time. After your assurance, he obliged. He placed his legs on your sides, in straddling position.

"Look at me."

His impatient eyes met yours.

"You can't come, you can't speak, you can't touch me, or make any sound until I say so. Do you understand?" your brazen tone almost made him whimper. "I will punish you if your disobey, got it?"

He nodded.

He didn't speak. Good.

You had previously discussed with him before—boundaries, limits, safe word. He promised he would use it if anything made him uncomfortable or he didn't want to do it.

The moment he felt your fingers on his cock, his breath hitched. You kept your strokes light and slow. Your neatly trimmed fingers trailing from the tip to the base, teasing his taint. You'll save it for later.

The anticipation was too much for him, he bit his bottom lip not to moan loudly as per your command.

So obedient.

"Good boy" your praise only made it harder for him to restrain himself. You began to fondle his balls and slightly scratching with your blunt nails. He leaned forward, resting his head on the crook of your neck, you could feel his moans hitch in his throat, swallowing down. He didn't make a sound exactly like you ordered. A good boy indeed.

"You like that, baby, hm?" you didn't stop your movements.

"You can speak now, darling"

"Yes" he manage to choke out.

"Yes, what?"

When he didn't answer, you withdrew your hand off his cock, drawing out a pathetic whine from his lips. "I want your eyes on me"

"Yes, m-mommy" he lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting yours. His voice was deep with thick accent. You smiled. Heat pooled at your core, but you kept your composure.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby", you drawl out, your silken words reached his ears like a whimsical melody.

Your fingers worked around the way from the base to the tip of his cock in up and down motion.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

You watched him throw his head back, his half lidded eyes drunken on pure lust. Throaty, deep moans and groans elicited from his lascivious, parted mouth.

You gradually increased the pressure and speed. "Does that feel good, baby?"

On the cusp of orgasm, he managed to nod vigorously, his curls sticking messily to his face. Pre cum beaded his tip. You touched his hypersensitive head with your thumb, slowly tracing the head of the penis spreading his precum around it.

He grabbed your hand closer and bucked his hips forward, fucking your hand. He only realised his mistake when you ceased your hand movement.

You glided your hand up the nape of his neck, raking your fingers through his hair and roughly pulling his head back. "Did I say you could come?"

He let out a whimper. Whining more at the loss of your touch, he cried out in desparation.

"That was naughty of you, wasn't it? Only good boys get rewarded" you pulled his head close to your lips. Your breath was hot on the sensitive spot behind his ear. "Naughty boys get punished", a shudder went through his whole body.

His bottom lip quivered at your words. He wanted to be good for you. He wanted to please you. He yearned for you to call him a good boy, your good boy.

Your tone was condescending, but you quickly glanced at his eyes to make sure he was alright. When you didn't sense any discomfort on his face and expression, you proceeded.

"I want you to be patient, can you do that?"

You could feel him hum in response against your neck.

"What did I say? Use your words when you are talking to mommy"

"I'll be good, let me cum" he pleaded, leaning his head on the crook of your neck again, desparately clinging to you. His voice was even more pathetic than before. His breath was hot against on your skin. "P-please, mommy, please" a sob ripped through his lips. He begged desperately.

You lowered your hands slowly, massaged the flesh of his inner thighs, kneading them with your practiced hands. His ragged breathes turned into libidinous moans. You could feel his cock twitching against you.

Eros—the limb-melter overpowers the mind and the thoughtful counsel of all the gods and the human beings.

Steven wondered if he was being struck by Eros or it was just your sinfully amorous touch.

You knew he was close. You hands moved upwards in gossamer touches, the soft pad of your thumb stroked his taint— a delicate touch just beneath his balls, sending shivers on his skin—again and again and again. He bucked his hip forward, feeling continuous jolts of pleasure through his body. His breath was raggedly fast and hot against yours.

"Your hands feel so g-good on my cock" he managed to utter those words, his tone slightly hitched at the last word. His grip on your shoulders tightened. Tears pricked his eyes. His eyes got glassy. "Please, please, let me come" tears freely rolled from the corners of his eyes as he shut his eyes tight. He was a whimpering mess in your hands. "Mommy-"

"You look so pretty, baby, being so good for me" you praised him, wiping tears off his cheek with your left hand. He earned it.

Veins were prominent on his cock, pre cum already leaking more and dripping down on your finger. He was trying hard to be good for you. He was being good.

Pleased at his behaviour, you decide to give him the sweet bliss of release. "Go ahead, honey. You can come now" you cooed in his ear, barely a whisper. Your left hand made a 'v' with thumb and index finger, holding his cock erect on the base, stretching the entire length with your other hand in slow smooth movement.

You cupped the shaft with both of your hands, to mimic the feeling of his cock surrounded by vaginal walls as best as you can, changing your movement sideways.

"That's it, good boy" you punctuate each word with a nibble under his jaw and neck, slightly grazing his feverish skin with your teeth.

How can someone me so cruel yet merciful, Steven thought. He cried out, intoxicated. His body shuddered with a thrashing orgasm. His seeds dripped down into your palm and your wrist, smearing his stomach.

You rhythmically loosened your grip on his cock, to ease the pressure on his sensitive member, so it won't be too painful for him.

"Why don't you lie back down? I want make you feel good" you switched the position, you pushed him down on the sofa.

When you moved and searched for something in the drawer, his eyebrows furrowed. What were you looking for?

Bottle of lubricant.

His breath hitched. He was excited and nervous.

"Do you trust me, Steven?" you kept your tone casual, not sultry to push him into anything.

He nodded his head.

You played with Marc and Jake multiple times before, it wasn't new to you. But to Steven it was new. Anal play.

His eyes watched you lube your fingers.

"Are you nervous, honey?"

"A bit, yeah", he was being honest, "I trust you"

You treasured those words like precious gems.

"Remember your safe word if you are uncomfortable and I will stop" your voice was patient and gentle.

Your touches were soft, your index finger slipped into his hole, carefully and slowly.

His breath hitched in his throat.

"Is this alright?"

Your fingers stilled the moment he said the safeword.

"Can we do try this later? Can you cuddle me now?" his voice was hesitant. Did this turn you off? Did you make you upset?

"Of course, baby" you replied with a smile that eased his worries a bit. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to" you wiped your hands.

"Want to move back to bed? It's lot more comfy"

You were cuddling him under warm blanket.He was silent. It felt odd to you.

"Steven, honey, is everything alright? Did I push you? I'm sor-"

"No, no. I, um..you are not upset I used the safeword?"

"What? No. Steven, I'm happy you said that" you made him look at your eyes, "Baby, I'm proud of you for trusting me and saying that", you caressed his cheek with your thumb, "It's about you too. We don't have to do anything we don't want to. You are still my good boy" you gently run your fingers his messy curls.

"I'm your good boy" he repeated your words, wrapping his arm around your waist, nestling his head against your chest, "I love you"

"I love you too, baby" you scratched his scalp and played with his soft hair until eventually be asleep in your arms.

Jake:

Jake Lockley did not think you could do that.

When you said you are going to punish him for touching himself, he didn't take you seriously.

He gave you a cocky smirk, "What are you going to do about it, princesa?"

Maybe warm his cock? Suck his cock?

When you made him wear chastity cage, something like curiosity and excitement flickered in his eyes. It was just a day, he could do that, it's not a big deal. That's what he thought.

It took three days for him to break under your touch. You cuffed him to bed and edged him deliciously, right when he was about to come, you stopped, putting back the chastity cage— for three days.

Every time he moaned, "Ten un poco de misericordia, cariño"

You would chuckle and say, "Beg me"

When you walked in those tantalizing shorts, he wanted nothing more than to bend you over by grabbing your neck and fuck you senseless.

Oh how the tables have turned.

He couldn't touch himself even if he wanted to, not without your permission. He was writhing. He never felt like this before— it was a torment, sweet torment he enjoyed every bit of it.

On the fourth day, you decided to be a graceful goddess and offer him mercy.

"Tonight is all about me. Put that tongue of yours to work. If you make me come twice within ten minutes, I'll take off the cage, if not, it stays on for few more days" you made yourself comfortable on the edge of your bed.

When he took a step towards you, you stopped him. "Nuh uh. On your knees, crawl towards me with your head bowed" your voice was cool and firm.

Fuck. You weren't playing around. You were good at this. So good.

He sank to his knees, arms on the floor. He averted his gaze from yours and bowed his head.

Being in control all the time was exhausting, to him giving it up and being under complete mercy of you was exhilarating and freeing, arousing him in new way he didn't think it was possible.

You hummed in approval. The sight of him being so obedient at your command turned you on.

He looked you up with those dark brown eyes. "Can I touch you please?" any cockiness in his voice three days ago was long gone.

"Use that pretty mouth and please me"

You set the timer on your phone to ten minutes.

He started with a kiss to your ankle, taking his time, his mouth slowing trailing up your legs and your inner thighs.

He was more than eager to oblige. He buried his face between your legs. His ravenous tongue devoured you, lapping back and forth, switching it up with side to side. He made your body tremble with orgasms.

It took seven minutes and forty four seconds for Jake Lockley to make you come twice with his tongue.

Your loud moans were music to his ears. He swallowed your juice.

You slid your hand down your slit, swiping up your juice. You parted his lips, pressing down his jaw and inserting your thumb inside, he sucked on your fingers.

"Atta boy" you scratched his head, ruffling his soft curls. He melted under your touch, eyes closing. Fuck how much he missed this.

"Since you are being so good for me, today you have a choice, you want my mouth or my pussy?"

"Your pussy"

You began to strip.

Jake stared at you lying back on the bed, his hands cuffed to the headboard. You climbed on top, straddling him.

The sight of the key in your hand already made him groan with impatience.

"You are so huge" you unlocked his cage, taken his thick member with both of your hands. You caressed the skin that got slightly chafed from the metal softly. You would take care of it later, you made a mental note.

"Do you like that?", your question was met by a grunt, followed by a whimper, because that’s the only sound your man could manage.

"Answer me, pet".

"Yes ma'am" he managed to mutter in his accent.

You challenged him and kept him on his toes, he craved it and loved it.

You sank your cunt slowly into him, thrusting your hips.

Relief? Ecstasy?

"¡Mierda!" his toes curled, his back arched, he thrashed his arms only to feel it restrained by the cuffs. No one gave him explosive orgasm like this.

"You look so sexy on top of me"

He watched your ample bossoms bounce on top of him with every thrust. It reminded him off the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden. He could see but could not touch until you said so. What a ruthless goddess you were, a stunning one at that. He watched your lips part in pleasure when you orgasmed.

The change in power dynamic gave him new sense of thrill.

"Look at you, my little fucktoy" you grinned, taunting him and increasing the pace roughly.

His mind went to blissful oblivion. His eyes got heavy lidded. His carnal rage was ignited by your touch.

Time slowed down in his eyes. The way your breasts rose and fell with every breath you took, the sound of your lascivious moans filled his ears, few strands of your disheveled hair framing your face, you never looked so stunning as you were right now—confident and in control. You should top more, he thought.

"Who owns you?" your question snapped him back to reality.

"You"

"Say it louder"

"You own me, querida"

"Your cock belongs to me" you slightly changed the angle and thrusted deep into him.

"Who fucks you like me?"

He came again. It took every ounce of power in him to comprehend and answer to your question in that maddening ecstasy.

"No one. Fuck! I can't stop coming"

You chuckled, fucking him senseless. You were not done with him yet.

"I'm gonna milk you dry, Lockley" you studied his expressions.

""¡Por favor, cariño, no puedo!"

"If you want me to stop, say the safeword and I will"

But he doesn't say it, you were giving him what he craved.

"Please, I-" his words were cut off by his own grunts and moans. He was a quivering mess underneath you.

The intensity of his next two orgasms were raw and powerful.

"Baby, please!" he begs you pathetically, his eyes glossy with tears as you pull back.

"That's it, that's it" your voice was softer than before, "Good boy" you wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes. "That wasn't so bad was it, baby?", you uncuff him.

His breathing was still ragged. He rubbed his wrists. "Next time, let's use the silk ties"

"Maybe next time, you can use those on me" you chuckle and wink at him. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Was I too rough?" he could sense the panic bloom in your chest.

He chuckled. "No, princesa" he brought your face close to his lips in gently and pressed a kiss to your head, "You were perfect. Thank you"

You cupped his face and kissed his lips. "I'm gonna run a bath, want to join me?" you play with his curls, twirling and tugging it lightly.

"Princesa, if I ever say no do that, you can punch me"

You giggle, kissing him again.

The warm water was soothing. You made him to sit on front of you. His back was pressed against your chest. "Let me take care of you" you kissed the side of his head. You grabbed his hands, placing light kisses to the spot chafed by the cuffs, "we are not using those cuffs again".

His laugh reverberated against your chest. A sound you adored.

You lathered your palms with shampoo, massaging his scalp in soothing manner. He felt his body relax under your tender care and touch. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against your shoulder as you washed his chest with your favorite body wash. You kissed his shoulder blade as you rinsed off the bubbles.

Jake Lockley did not go to the Field of Reeds like Marc, but he knew he found his heaven right now, in your hands full of nothing but tender and warm care and love for him.

"Jake, babe"

Did he fall asleep in the bathtub against your chest? Small smile formed on your lips.

"Baby, come on, let's get to bed" you nudged him gently, "I don't want you to look like a prune!" you tried to joke.

"You are too good to me, querida" he mumbled, half asleep when you dragged him to bed. You made sure to apply ointment to his wrists and to tiny chafings on his cock. "Tú eres mi corazón..", he fell asleep, his arm loosely draped around your waist.

"I love you, Jake" you smile at his sleeping form and kissing his forehead twice. You pulled the blanket over both of you, "so much" you pressed another kiss to his head, before sleep took over your mind and body.

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"Ten un poco de misericordia, cariño" = "Have some mercy, darling"

"¡Mierda!" = "Fuck!"

"Cariño, por favor no puedo" = Darling, please I can't

"Tú eres mi corazón = You are my heart

"Princesa" = Princess

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caesarhamato22 · 9 months

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I’ve been getting into more ‘slice of life’ scenarios with Rocket, so I’ll start posting them here :)

There was a chill in the kitchen air as you fixed up a cup of whatever warm drink you always enjoyed after waking up.

Still in your pyjamas, hair unbrushed and eyelids heavy. It felt like a crime to be awake this early.

Stifling a yawn while you mixed your beverage, you felt a familiar pressure on your right hip, one you had grown so accustomed to that you didn’t even need to move your tired eyes to see who it was.

Your hand moved by instinct to his ears, scratching gently. A soft sigh through his nose was the only sound heard throughout the kitchen, apart from the light clinks of the spoon against your mug.

Rockets head relaxed further on your hip as your nails grazed a sweet spot under his fur.

He was half-asleep, you knew that for sure.

The way his head bobbed once, followed by a sharp inhale from his nose, indicted he was so close to falling right back asleep, even while standing up.

You looked down to him. Your fingers stopped. Rocket’s purrs, you swear you heard it, ceased.

“Is that mine?”

He looked down with a couple blinks to the long oversized shirt he wore.

It was a plain shirt, with a couple ink stains that you had tried way too many times to remove. A couple tiny tears lined the hem.

“Mm.. yeah.” He replied casually, before looking back up to you. “It was cold.”

You look at his face and glance at the shirt. It looked similar to a dress, but you would never tell him that.

“Is it comfy?”

It was a stupid question, but you couldn’t help but wonder.

“Yeah. Smells like you.”

His head rested back onto your hip, this time adding his arm around your thigh, wrapping from behind, between your legs to grip the front.

You smiled.

The cold kitchen was again filled with soft scratches and gentle purrs, and tiny clinking of metal against porcelain.

I LOVE SLICE OF LIFE <33

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7ban-sama · 4 months

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Man 2023 was such a crazy year for AmaTsuka... I'm going to make a vague attempt at tabbing through Cataclysmic events in chronological order

February really kicked off the beginning of the year. First ominously seeing this header Tsukasa and feeling like, no... no... What's this? [brain shriveling up] call girl... phone sex... [REACQUIRES LIQUID] wait, Eros and Anteros?? [camera lens focusing] heart... necklace?

Matching? heart? necklace? hearts weighed on a scale? [crying]

[the event itself starts happening] [we see Amane's design in full and have to process he's some sort of corseted whore] Excuse me-!! Excuse me, sensei-!!!!! What does it mean! Help me!!

We get further information about how these demon brothers are extracting love from people and turning it into jewelry. (Ominously we receive no explanation on what their particular pieces of heart jewelry mean... LIKELY different in nature from the other hearts around them, but in what way? Not like we'll ever find out I guess.)

Like some sick doujin set-up, they're doing a competition where the loser must do what the other says at the end of this.

Deplorable... Reprehensible images. The vibes of this game they are playing with one another... The voting feels rigged anyways, because Amane's more capable of presenting himself appealingly, working everyone over.

This sucks I don't want to see what happens next I want to go home. [it persists.] I'm watching Nene-chan be TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF, WHY IS THAT HAPPENING. [it persists] fgwait why is Tsukasa eating chocolates where did he get those. [it persists] FEEEEEEED ? CHOCOLATE? OMINOUS ALLUDING TO WHAT WILL HAPPEN LATER? WHY!!!! but why am I in some sort of doujin. It's happening that way and I can't stop it...

As always, the twins get along better than you could ever predict. "For now" feed him chocolates. Ok

⬆ while trying to learn to cope from this, we are randomly blasted with this ⬇

End of February, this is revealed to us to be the inner sleeve of V19... DEVASTATION REIGNS, THIS IS THE SCARIEST IMAGE EVER... A Hanako with severe cock presence. Tsukasa's fair maiden quality ever emphasized by being surrounded by luxurious sakura petals, a special variety even... Fancy and cultivated. Tsukasa-chan...

Of course this is really stimulating when thinking about canon, this is our biggest look into the atmosphere of the deepest sanctum of Hanako's boundary. Perhaps Tsukasa was here suspended, sleeping beauty style... [horny]

Early March, getting this shikishi. It's more of a personal journey here, but getting an AU where the twins are simply... normal boys, alive, together, visibly, is a lot. Bandage boy Amane even...? Aesthetically, that one-?? Uough... Such a radiant Nene-chan here too... Thank you sensei. I'm grateful this time, not mad at you.

Advertising for V19, naturally we get to see scenes within it. I appreciate getting to see scenes again in color, at different angles etc. This image amuses me, it's like there are pheromones in the air. hot haze of red and purple... paralytic agents. Amane is dissociating and half-hard, as we like him to be.

Extra shikishi because of a G-Fantasy anniversary!

Of all AUs to return, never would've guessed this particular one would, from a set of icons/headers from 2022... That idol Tsukasa was already intriguing, but it's cool to see him in full. There's, a mysterious quality to his outfit, seeing it all, it's almost like the 'hakama' part is connected to his top, so. Are you just in a dress, Tsukasa..? I can't help but think you are...

This Amane meanwhile makes me laugh, WOOO he's here to stan, adorning purple in honor of Tsukasa's color. Tsukasa here has the big mic, he's our main singer. It's like a world where the twins figured out a hobby to pursue together, they can be obsessed with each other in this way, and blow off steam dancing whoreishly. Well congrats. Also I loev you yashiro. you look like. a cake topper. come to our dressing room after the show ok.

it's whimsical for asecond. but then sensei is out for blood. because

this happens. like dropping a big anvil on hundreds of mice. (the innocent fujoshi.)

this image convinces me sensei is evil and wants to hurt the girlies reading this manga. they're not holding back. i saw a deluge of tweets saying things like, Why does this look like a BL / the main characters? these are the main characters? / I can't read the chapter, the illustration won't let me / Why is it AmaTsuka

Everyone felt like they had a group hallucination. Why is it AmaTsuka... (It's always been AmaTsuka) (but still) Why is it this degree of it. Don't understand the deflowering vibes from this. Princess and knight. the torn butterfly wings and the flowers. the like evocative feminine orchids and the obscene wet feeling fruits. Tsukasa's sleeves being flower petals as well, he is the delicate feminine flower here. Hands pulling you close. "Searching for a reason to stand by your side." Why did you say that? Why did you do that? I feel like crying as I type this.

This is basically the most devastating event for the entire year and it happened so early, we spend the rest of the year still looking back and feeling faint. It's hard to be this valid, you all really cannot fathom, what it really means to be 'canon'... It's a pain I carry. Searching for a reasonnnnnnnnnn.....

Late March / beginning of April, and we are about to embark on our 6-month kitty cat crucible. AmaTsuka is going to become a genuine INTERSPECIES narrative, something I would've guessed blasphemous actually. But I suppose not... in this world, Tsukasa can be a child laborer/animal handler at a circus, and Amane can be his precious black kitten. With a little bell.

Amane runs off with Tsukasa, saving his life... They escape together, and are together still, 50 years later. How romantic. We're at the start, and it's already painful and glorious. Senseiiii!!

You know who is holding that cat tail. We have fun here, we take turns being the kitty. Tsukasa has a matching collar now, after all. :3

INTERLUDE for the April update, where we get Ch 101. ALIVE BOYS. CLOCK BOYS!! FIRST YEAR MIDDLE SCHOOL BOYS. OMEN!!!!!!

Serenading, beautiful Tsukasa... singing Over the Rainbow... This loving glance.

It's amazing to get a glimpse into their past, before the rope-burn and injury times. The prelude... Set in such a grim space as this area accessing the clock's inner workings. Captivatingly isolated, enclosed, kinda scary and dank... And we're brushing up against Amane's problem, how he won't say what he wants, won't make a decision. You need to make a decision, Amane...

Back. To the ryokan. Something something, there's a difficult to convey joke in Tsukasa's space, referencing sabi-neko (tortie cats (female cats?)) and also making a pun on 'service'. I get it I get it, Tsukasa is Amane's slave, you don't have to keep telling me...

Everyone gets along surprisingly well.

(This was an amazing year for TsuNene too, of course....)

I say all that but we do get revealed, during this cafe event, that. I guess Hanako is predatory and out here definitely seeming like he wants the guests to eat food to make them tastier and then get eaten. And Nene is also has insatiable lust to consume a human, which is like, upsetting, when you consider Tsukasa is a secret harbored human here. I guess Hanako has no issues with conspiring with his hot co-workers about how delectable humans are, while his 'twin brother' (not really?) (fetish RP?) is locked up in the closet or something. And I guess he does that all day and humps Tsukasa later like mmm my precious little dartyy secret boy.

Bonus thing, there was this insidious meta happening as I watched fujoshi repeatedly visiting the cafes and trying to eat as much scattered sushi and Tsukasa's Milk as possible. while the narrative is about entrapping people and fattening them up for slaughter. IG it felt kind of ghoulish that they couldn't resist the bait of the location and presentation of the meals.

August. Who are they lol? Some more fetish outfits... Amane and his collars, and Tsukasa looking like some little hentai mask girlie. The vibe is like, Amane is a cool super villain, and Tsukasa is there to go kyaaaa ❤

There's some stupid mokke promotional image that informs us these boys have ? horsie tails? so they are like, unicorns? We're having fun with animalish boys lately, I suppose... Thank you sensei (???) I can think about these unicorn boys and a fair maiden now.

Later in August, V20's inner sleeve images. Simply satisfying to see, thank you... back against back...

AND DELIGHTFULLY we get Amane-kun and Tsukasa-kun sillytimes too. AMANE BEING JEALOUS!! SHITTY!!! If you spend too much time working on a school festival, your older brother is going to feel abandoned and lonelyyy...

Starting September a little diabolically. Kitty in lap... This serene expression on Tsukasa... The fujoshi were troubled once more, that it could Be Like This.

Petting you, scritching your chin, going to pick the cattail fluffs out of your fur... Intimate moments like these must happen all the time. Sighhh...

Advertising V20 later in September. These images are so-- the genders. Amane looks like he is going to beat Tsukasa with that wrench. Scary guy. Tsukasa, a natural vixen, as usual. The framing of him before the big clock... Artful.

Bonus lil sad guy in late September... A look into the Amane that misses Tsukasa when he went missing. XU !!! I like to think he was truly helpless without Tsukasa there, pining for him.

Fsr between everything, TsuNene is getting buck wild and ramping up, until you get Tsukasa kissing Nene... She gets smallified in the manga and I'm suddenly like wtf canon moments of oniiloli for TsunNene. And Monster Nursery comes back so it really hammers in. IT'S JUST A VERY INTERESTING YEAR PSYCHOLOGICALLY. And VERY fun if you're me, shipping all 3 of them. Woooooo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Anyways November has our last couple major beats...

Tsukasa asserting that Amane won't come if he called, never has, alludes to so much. Why were you calling? For what, how long, what convinced you Amane would never? The idea of a Tsukasa that would plead to be saved or helped in any manner is dizzying. Beyond that — does Tsukasa not believe he has implicit value, not something Amane covets...?

(Meanwhile, I have to love that he confides this to Nene, and encourages her to get them out of this situation. Tsukasa had to make his way out of his own entrapment[?] in the past, and he believes Nene can too. They're similar, aren't they? Hehe.)

The pacing of the fall, Tsukasa catching Nene, then the ambiguous line, as if he mouthed Amane's name to himself...

And he shows up, like your hero, I guess.

'何？' ⬅ ??? ??? ?? Atrocious. Could that truly be your response? With that expression? Moody, hands in pockets, acting cool... You do all that and then you throw Tsukasa's handcuffed arms over your neck. Saving your two captive princesses... It's absurd out here. The fujoshi are dying for a reason.... You get sick of inhaling the toxic fumes of twincest miasma.

I suppose to make me less angry at them, AidaIro present a final birthday offering.

Naughtyyy shrimpt stealing boy... I can't believe it. Amane! You would steal the shrimps your mom is slaving away at, and hand them to your brother. He's going for more! Tsukasa is innocent and he of course must appreciatively eat your pilfered shrimp... But goodness.

Iet's simple, it's cute, it's a lovely illustration with lovely colors, it depicts another moment from canon we haven't seen (right before photos?) Silly and cute and says a lot about their relationship still! I feel like Tsukasa is often passive like a sweet kitten while Amane is a naughty boy. Wah!

A truly devastating glorious year, I feel so valid, I feel like I'm stuck on my throne, which is also a torture device, I'm strapped to it, there's a horrendous machine stuffing grapes in my mouth, I'm being laughed at, I'm crying. That's what it is like to ship AmaTsuka right now I suppose. HanaNeneTsuka thrums in the background all the while, ominous and foreboding. We get closer and closer to the end goal of all 3....

I'm looking forward to 2024. よろしくお願いします.

#☀️#❤️💜#this is my Yugi twins wrapped post

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yanderefairyangel · 18 days

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"What is love ?"

When Noé asked about this, what was he thinking about exactly ?

Love is a feeling with different meaning according to nuances : this nuance is the object of affection which determines the nature of this love.

Love has so many different meaning that greek have at least 6 words to describe each nuance properly and distinguish them from one another :

agape : "unconditional love, charity; the love of God for person and of person for God"

eros :" love, mostly of the sexual passion"

philia : "affectionate regard, friendship"

stroge : "love, affection" and "especially of parents and children"

philautia : "self love"

xenia : "love of the stranger" or "hospital love"

and finally mania "obsessive love"

"What is love" Noé asked. This is obvious but love is going to be a big theme of VNC. Not just "love" as romance. But love in general : agape is illustrated by the chasseur for examples. Roland frenquently talks about how "God loves all", refering agape.

Noé asking what is love is another sing of his ignorance/innocence but potentially of the incapacity to distinguish between those several nuances of one same feeling, after all he can't recognize Domi's feeling about him does he ?

So he isn't simply asking what is love in the sense "what it is like to be in love with someone ?" but what it IS, this feeling with so many nuances.

We are likely to see all those nuances in VNC, but the one that Jun sensei seems to be the most focused on is philautia : see Jeanne's arc, see Domi's arc, see Chloé's arc, see Vanitas.

This is not only about the character loving someone, but also them learning to love themselves.

Now in japanese, there are also different way to talk about loves : suki, daisuki, aishiteru, koishiteru etc.

While suki and daisuki can be both used for platonic and romantic relationship (arguably aisheteru) koishiteru seems to be stricly about romantic feelings (tho I'd still need to check)

so when a characters says they love/like someone, in which sense do they mean it ? Do they even know the nuance ?

"What is love, what is it to love someone ? How do you love someone ? How do you do to be loved by someone" ?" etc.

With all the nuances of love, Noé's single question covers more nuances then it appears

Noé also asked "what is salvation ?"

Is love salvation ? And if it is, what kind of love ? philia ? eros ? or philautia ?

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no shuki

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sur-i-ki · 11 months

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⇝𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (2)

⇝Part 1

Naruto bounded into his village after three years. Three years of no friends, only Ero-sennin and training, training, training.

Well, that’s the gist of it.

But now, he can go and meet you, Sakura, Kakashi-sensei. Maybe he should buy flowers for you first.

Jumping up onto a near by pillar, he scans Konoha’s roads for flower shops, and perhaps you.

“Naruto!” Sakura shouts from the bottom.

Naruto jumps down, gives her a hug, and they slip into their usual banter. But Naruto’s mind hasn’t forgotten about his previous endeavour. So, in true Naruto fashion, he stops Sakura in the middle of her sentence to ask where you were.

Her face shutters in a way that sends him back to that one morning where he lost his friend. Sakura’s face is a haunting memory and for one second, a second that felt like eternity itself had sat down to watch the show, the worst of his imagination fills his mind.

Naruto turns around and bounds, leaps, soars above the houses in a mad rush to the Hokage tower.

Pleasepleasepleasenononononono

His heart is barely beating but it’s also a thundering drum in his chest. Naruto crashes through the window of the Hokage’s office, eyes wild and panicked. Tsunade heaves a sigh as she turns around to scold him.

“Naruto! You know that you can’t-“

He cuts her off.

“Where is she?!”

His chest is too tight for him, and as Tsunade’s face hardens, it tightens even more until he can’t breathe.

“She didn’t leave the village, Naruto. Breathe.” Tsunade commands as Kakashi-sensei and Sakura burst through the door.

Naruto takes a breath, then follows it with another, and continues until he calms down just enough to comprehend people.

Because no matter what they say, their faces are louder than their words. And you aren’t in his arms, aren’t safe, aren’t with him-

“Where is she?” He asks again, but couldn’t stop the hysterical note from falling into his words. The tone of authority. He stares up at them, and his eyes narrow on Sakura’s face as her lips flatten into a line.

Naruto wonders if he has given into the Kyuubi again as his vision starts reddening in the corners.

wherewherewherewherewhere

He faintly registers Tsunade calling for some Tenzo as his senses flare to search for you. Kakashi-sensei shouts as his hands fly through seals and Sakura backs up and leaves. In the back of his mind, he heard Tsunade telling her to go get Jiraya.

Then, Ero-sennin shows along with an Anbu, and Naruto is caged and slammed into the ground. Ero-sennin slams a seal on his forehead, and then all he knows is darkness.

Part 3

@kissyhalik

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

#naruto #part 2 #naruto x reader #angst #drabbles #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto shippuden #I love him #I love them #suriki writes

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rikeijo · 3 months

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Today's translation #534

Yuri!!! on CONCERT pamphlet, On love ~ Eros~

Matsushiba Taku commentary

Part 1. [This is the most detailed commentary on the soundtrack, and it's quite long, so I'll split it several parts... Music terminology 😵]

When I have received the order for this song, it was clear that they were trying to do something very ambitious. Victor wants Yuuri and Yurio to skate to a different version of the same music - I started working on this composition, after I'd heard about this plot from Yamamoto Director and Kubo-sensei.

After we talked about how we should make that among the music team members, it was decided that first, Umebayashi-san was going to write "On love ~Agape~", and then I was going to re-arrange the melody to create "On love ~Eros~". But in the end, that re-arrangement turned out to be more close to "re-composing", and the final piece is so different, that it's difficult to say that the two are the same composition.

My attempt was to see how much of "eros" I can include in the music. As you can tell by the title of this piece, which includes the word "eros", this was what was requested from me.

I decided to make the melody Latin, because in Latin music, you can see dance movements. I haven't had much experience with composing this type of music, but I like listening to Latin music, so I could imagine very easily how it should sound like.

#yuri on ice #yoi translations #yuri on ice translation

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aliasrocket · 8 months

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WIPS / REQUESTS. ౨౿ ⋆ ｡ ˚ this was long due and I originally didn’t want to do this but since I’ll be away for a while, I was thinking I should let you guys know I visit these all the time. They’re called wips / requests bc some of these are actually already in the making.

DISCLAIMER : I will be excluding the more disturbing requests for everyone’s sake. here’s if you’re curious about what I mean. (it involves … rocket and cosmo.)

request status : closed.

if you end up using any of these, please tag me so I can reblog and the anons might be able to see their request get fulfilled <33

fluff.

rocket has dreams of his s/o / reader meeting in different situations and being happy; dreams of them in college and coffee shops. — anon

reader tries to get closer to rocket by sharing his interests with him, like watching him make gizmos even though you can’t understand his technobabble but you encourage him anyway. — anon

reader knows only a bit about rocket’s backstory but he wakes up from a bad nightmare one night and he tells her what happened in full, and she comforts him and lets him know that she loves him and doesn’t think he’s any of the bad things he says about himself. — anon

rocket and reader take care of the baby raccoons together. — anon

angst.

reader and rocket get into a fight and stop talking for months, and when they meet again, reader is pregnant with someone else’s baby. — anon (2 anons requested this.)

rocket gets infatuated with reader after a night of drunken sex that ended with rocket crying to her about his past. he wants to have a relationship with you and you turn him down, which turns him into an even bigger asshole. one of the guardians asks reader to reach a resolution with him, and reader obliges because she don’t hate him and she even finds him attractive but she’s not ready to open herself up to him. reader offer him physical intimacy (pity sex) and of course it doesn’t end well for both of them. —anon on ao3

nsfw.

‘full fic’ of the drabble where rocket was introduced to bdsm, ‘full smut’ of reader being tied up and stopped from cumming. (I’m assuming anon meant cum control?) — anon

rocket builds sex toys to use on reader. — anon

rocket x reader smut where reader is helping to rebuild knowhere and rocket distracts her. — anon

rocket acting ravenous while giving reader cunnilingus. — @ajthefurry

rocket giving reader head, teasing, overstimulating her, holding her thighs/hips down, making her cum, etc. Bonus: hickeys on her thighs. — @caesarhamato22 <3

rocket and reader 69ing for 69 followers celebration. (this was so long ago I am so sorry) — anon

five times rocket and reader were almost caught and the one time they actually were. — anon

five times rocket and reader almost get spicy and one time they do. rocket and reader are finally getting comfortable with being physically intimate with each other (been making eyes at each other and such) but keep getting interrupted/being under attack/are on a mission and “it’s definitely not the right time.” — anon on ao3

general.

reader is quill’s older sister, smart, good at fighting and rocket and reader know each other when rocket captures quill in vol 1. — anon

reader is a fox humanoid who is an ex-ravager who betrays yondu alongside quill who is their good friend. She’s also a looter, and they both have bounties on their head. Takes place in vol 1. — anon

posessive (almost back go classic yanderish) cute rocket x reader. — anon (whoever requested this, thank you anon, I will try to take care of myself between writing and drawing. <3)

rocket x male reader — anon

rocket x male reader where rocket died in the thanos snap and reader helps bring him back after 5 years. smut ensues. — @ero-manga-sensei

reader gets badly hurt during a mission, and they’re mistakes have happened before but it wasn’t this bad. everyone is worried but rocket worries the most. — anon on ao3

reader pines for rocket but knows he has his own issues and doesn’t think her feelings are reciprocated. she’s rather close with the guardians and one night they play ‘truth or dare’ or ‘never have I ever’ and maybe drinks can be involved. it turns out rocket pines for reader too. — @alylee-s on ao3 <3

mutual pining between reader and rocket; reader is well-liked in knowhere but thinks he’s out of her league because he’s one of the guardians and he’s the captain and very talented and she’s just a normal person. rocket feels the same way for reader, but thinks he’s out of her league because he’s just some psychopath’s experiment who’s also kind of a dick. Shenanigans and misunderstandings ensues, along with smut. — Glynnavyre on ao3.

headcanons.

general headcanons of rocket — @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr <3

rocket with a plus sized reader. — anon

#.nav #.last updated : 08.06.2023 #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #rocket gotg #gotg vol 3 #rocket raccoon x you #gotg fanfiction #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon fanfic #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon imagine #gotg rocket #gotg v2 #gotg3 #gotg vol 2 #mcu gotg

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eveandtheturtles · 1 year

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This whole "Love" thing

Fuck it, here's incredibly personal-Headcanon Mikey (including some mentions of other brothers) one shot. I hope I won't make people mad xD

Summary: Mikey has thoughts about himself and is struggling with his identity.

Rating: T for a mention.

Tagging: @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @pheradream15 @dilucsflame33 (lemme know if anyone wanna be tagged/untagged in the future! Also plz do tag me in your stuff too!)

Mikey loved love. He loved the concept of it. The magical fairy tale sold by the TV and comic books.

He loved his family, pizza, New York. He loved being a hero, his skateboard and the ancient teddy bear he got from his dad when he was a kid.

But no matter how hard Mikey tried romantic love evaded him.

There were women, guys and nonbinary pals that he tried to have this love with. Sex was great, don't get him wrong. He enjoyed it and it made people he was with happy but he always could tell like something wasn't quite there. It led him to believe there was something wrong with him.

He had seen his brothers finding love. April eventually getting with Casey. He was happy for them all. He himself though was... confused.

"What is eating you my son?"

Mikey looked up startled from his own thoughts by Splinter's voice. "Me? Psh, nothing, all good, yeah," he replied a bit too quickly waving his arm dismissevely. "What makes you think that?"

"For starters, Michealangelo, you decided to join me for a game of go," the rat smiled at him. "You also have been considering your move for about 15 minutes now and didn't notice when I got up to bring myself some tea." Splinter gestured to the fresh cup next to him.

Mikey glanced there and sighed then looked at the board. He moved one piece, rather unmotivated.

"Sensei, is it possible for someone to... not feel love?" He finally asked.

Splinter stroked his chin before answering slowly. "The simple answer this this would be no, but that is a very complex question and cannot be answered with just one word." He hummed to himself. "In Ancient Greece they have named different kinds of love a person can experience - Storge the love of kinship and familiarity, Philia the platonic love, Eros the lustful love and pure, divine Agape. There are other of course. In the phylisophy of Confucianism there's love expressed by duty and action, focused more on the relationship rather than feelings. In oposition to it stood Mozi with his idea of universal love, equal among everyone."

Normally, with this lenght of lecture Mikey might have gotten distracted by his need to learn more about what he was feeling mixed with anxiety kept him listening. All this information was making him a little dizzy though.

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"It means my son that there is more to love than romance the shows on TV are trying to teach you," his father explained patiently. "You can feel one love without experiencing another. It doesn't make you any less worthy of love or incapable of it."

"What? Who said it was about me? I was, you know asking for a-" he stopped seeing the look on Splinter's face.

"I believe the Internet that Donatello and the rest of you enjoy so much, could have more modern outlook on this topic." He moved a piece on the board, giving Mikey an amused look.

"Right." Mikey nodded. "I better go then. Thanks, sensei."

He stood up and bowed before going further to the lair. What his dad said made him feel better. A little. He was still feeling a bit alone in his head with all that. He could check online like dad suggested but he wasn't sure just how much did Donnie monitor their phones.

He bit his lips. Fuck it. He'll deal with it later. He opened his phone and typed: "Is it normal to not feel love?" His thumb hesistated over the search icon, suddenly feeling a bit scared.

Deep breaths, Mikey, he told himself, then hit it.

Hours later he knew more. There was a name to it. Aromantic, that's how it was called. Leo was poly-bi, Raph was bi, Donnie was demi and he... he was Aromantic. Or aro for short. So this was okay. It really was okay.

Somehow the knowledge that there was name for it. That there were people like him out there, the scope of experiences varying of course but... He wasn't alone. It was such a relief he almost wanted to cry.

He was going to be okay.

#I'm struggling a little with my romantic identity so #time to dump it all on Mikey!#he he pfft #eve scribbles #mikey #michealangelo #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt mikey #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #bayverse turtles #bayverse mikey

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uzumaki-naruto-7th-hokage · 2 months

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🍥𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝟐𝟎 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘🍜

😁🥳🎊 Talk show about the main characters + Naruto Next Generations. (𝐽𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑒)

(✿◠‿◠) Ｋａｗａｉｉ

Sasuke... Sasuke... Sasuke and Sasuke...

Huh!? 😳

☺️ Talking about love, friendship, family. 🥰❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Talking about... Orochimaru...

Akatsuki...

Ero Sennin...

Minato...

Kakashi Sensei...

Many more..

🍥🍥🍥🍥🍥🍥🍥🍥

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turuin · 1 month

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Chiesto e ottenuto di avere due giovedì mattina liberi al mese per le lezioni di chitarra con il jazz-sensei, questa mattina mi ritrovo a pensare che alle 11 dovrò di nuovo dirgli che ho pensato, si, tantissimo agli esercizi da fare. Ma non li ho fatti. Ho dormito abbastanza di merda perché ieri, post colloqui con le maestre, abbiamo mangiato fuori e forse non ero ancora pronto per mangiare come se non avessi nessun problema gastrointestinale. Il risultato è che sono sprofondato in un sonno assurdamente pesante nel quale ho avuto una intera sequenza di paralisi ipnagogiche che andavano dal "sono nel letto e non riesco a parlare" al "è stata ritrovata una antica maschera maledetta che sta trasformando tutte le persone intorno a me nella loro versione malvagia". Mi sono svegliato stanco, ma misteriosamente e incredibilmente eccitato, come se avessi pensato solo a scopare tutta la notte. Posso dire di non capire più il mio corpo, immagino.

#personal

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dilebe06 · 3 months

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Dragon Zakura 2

Grazie Dragon Zakura.❤️

Grazie.❤️❤️❤️

Questo commento è in onore del mio ultimo esame. Quello che ero straconvinta di aver bocciato o se proprio l'avevo passato, il voto non avrebbe mai superato il 20. E invece...

I MIRACOLI SIGNORI.

Oggi si parla di miracoli. [con spoiler]

D'altronde cosa c'è di più miracoloso dl far ammettere degli studenti caproni di una scuola liceale alla prestigiosa università della Todai facendogli superare un esame d'ingresso tostissimo?!

Perché sì, Dragon Zakura parla di questo: un avvocato/professore che viene assunto in un liceo con l'obbiettivo di far ammettere degli studenti alla Todai. Meglio se i suddetti alunni hanno dei voti disastrosi.

Esattamente come la prima stagione - che ricordo pochissimo poiché vista più di 10 anni fa - il nostro professor Sakuragi torna tra i banchi di scuola con la solita missione a dir poco impossibile.

qui sopra una gif di Dragon Zakura del 2005 tra capelli improponibili, fiocchetti, cose tipicamente anni 2000 ed un Yamashita Tomohisa molto moltooooo pischello

Una cosa della prima stagione però la ricordo bene: che questo drama mi piacque parecchio. Di serie ambientate a scuola è pieno il mondo televisivo ma Dragon Zakura a differenza di tutte le altre, si concentra molto sullo studio. Rimembro ancora alcune delle metodologie d'apprendimento che Sakuragi Sensei insegnò ai ragazzi.

Ed è infatti qui che secondo me la serie si discosta maggiormente da tutte le altre serie incentrate sulla scuola. Sakuragi mostra ai ragazzi dei metodi di studio efficaci ed incisivi per la missione che andranno a svolgere senza riempire la loro testa di nozioni o cose noiose.

Gli insegnamenti di Sakuragi si dividono in due strade: la prima rappresenta l'acquisizione di informazioni. Antesegnano di quello che in gergo viene chiamato "compito autentico", Sakuragi cerca di far utilizzare ai ragazzi ciò che hanno imparato nella quotidianità: ad esempio, scrivere ogni giorno 20 tweet in inglese. Oppure fargli completare 100 calcoli di matematica molto semplici in 3 minuti perché il calcolo a mente diventi così naturale che loro non debbano nemmeno pensarci. Esattamente come accade per la bicicletta: quando si pedala non si pensa a cosa si debba fare per far muovere la bici, ci viene naturale. Così deve essere per il calcolo. Oppure memorizzare formule ed altre nozioni a tempo di musica o muovendosi.

La seconda strada è invece relativa ai "buoni consigli" che tutti gli studenti dovremmo tenere a mente quando si approcciano ad un compito: durante l'ascolto di un brano in un altra lingua non prendere mai appunti per il primo ascolto ma cerca di capire il contesto di cui si sta parlando. Oppure come strutturare una risposta: meglio essere brevi ma chiari che prolissi ma confusi. Sakuragi da consigli per gestire l'ansia, come rispondere alle domande a crocette o come razionalizzare il tempo per completare un esercizio.

Ed io ho adorato questa parte. Sia nella prima che nella seconda stagione. Mentre ascoltavo gli "insegnamenti" del buon Sakuragi pensavo che questa serie dovrebbe essere fatta vedere in tante scuole superiori.

La seconda stagione, come la prima, riprende dei ragazzi che si trovano di fronte ad una missione impossibile - soprattutto per i voti che hanno - per quasi tutti loro: riuscire ad entrare alla Todai superando l'esame d'ingresso che falcia orde di studenti ogni anno.

Sakuragi avrà il suo bel daffare anche solo per reclutare degli alunni poiché la missione è così ardua che molti non ci vogliono nemmeno provare. La paura e l'impossibilità di superare quest'esame rende l'esame stesso impossibile per la mente dei ragazzi ma per dirla con le parole di Sakuragi stesso :" è più difficile diventare campioni olimpici che entrare alla Todai."

Alla fine l'entrata all'università è solo una "scusa" per mostrare come l'ostacolo che sembrava impossibile sia in realtà alla portata di tutti, come ci si blocchi da soli preferendo non combattere perché sappiamo già di aver perso prima ancora di provarci.

Ma Dragon Zakura non parla solo di questo. A far compagnia alle lezioni di metodo c'è la parte motivazionale - che se i giapponesi non ci infilano non sono contenti - con tutte le questioni da essa derivanti. in questo senso c'è almeno un argomento centrale che assorbe tutta la storia: essere padroni del proprio destino. Fare le proprie scelte non permettendo a nessuno di decidere per noi o per il nostro futuro avendo anche il coraggio di andare contro alle persone che ci vogliono bene.

Sakuragi si conferma il solito personaggio sopra le righe: cazzone, motivatore, fumatore impenitente, rivoluzionario ed incredibilmente acuto. E' il primo a credere nelle possibilità dei ragazzi, nelle loro potenzialità e questo li sprona a dare il massimo e a voler continuamente migliorare.

In questa stagione a far compagnia al professore c'è anche Mizuno che era la sua allieva nella prima stagione: entrata alla Todai, alla fine aiuta il suo vecchio insegnante nella stessa missione che riguardò lei tanti anni prima. E mi è piaciuta perché è un buon contraltare per Sakuragi. Dove lui è calmo, sicuro di se e misterioso, Mizuno è agitata, si preoccupa. E' allegra, socievole dove Sakuragi è cupo e silenzioso. Si nota comunque il grande rispetto che la ragazza nutre per il suo ex insegnante e come cerchi di aiutarlo il più possibile. Insieme hanno una buona chimica.

Ed infine i ragazzi. Come sempre i drama giapponesi caratterizzano bene i personaggi, riuscendo a inquadrarli anche con poche scene: dal ragazzo con problemi di autostima alla ragazza viziata che non prende nulla sul serio...essendo tanti ragazzi sono anche tante le diversificazioni delle loro personalità e dei loro background.

In particolare me ne sono piaciuti 4 più di tutti: Seto, Fujii, Iwasaki e Kenta.

Seto ha avuto una vita difficile, con la morte dei genitori accaduta quando era piccolo e una sorella maggiore che fa il diavolo a quattro per lavorare e guadagnare soldi e che lui aiuta al ristorante. E' un bravo ragazzo, palesemente innamorato di iwasaki . Dolce, simpatico e altruista, ho davvero fatto l tifo per lui. Considerando poi che tra tutti è quello messo peggio con i voti, mi sono anche commossa per lui sul finale della serie.

Iwasaki d'altra parte è una ragazza carina e popolare. Campionessa di badminton e destinata ad un futuro come campionessa olimpica, si ritroverà a fare i conti con un infortunio che rimescolerà tutte le carte per il suo futuro. Mi è piaciuta la sua determinazione e sicurezza e come abbia poi affrontato il discorso del suo futuro con la sua famiglia. Piaciuto meno invece come la serie abbia affrontato i gravissimi errori del suo allenatore e della sua amica.

Kenta, mio piccolo raggio di sole, è un ragazzo affetto da disabilità. Autismo suppongo. Ma ciò non lo esula dall'essere un vero genio. Non ricorda nulla di ciò che gli viene detto ma ha una memoria visiva così potente da imparare a memoria interi vocabolari. Kenta poi è un cucciolino, dolce e davvero gentile con i suoi compagni di classe. Bellissimo poi come i ragazzi abbiano incluso Kenta inventando anche dei giochi per lui o come lo abbiano aiutato e protetto. Commovente la reazione della sua insegnante che si rende conto, solo grazie a Sakuragi, delle potenzialità del suo allievo e si riempia di orgoglio per ogni risposta giusta del regazzo. T_T <3

Infine Fujii. Lo studente migliore della scuola che vuole andare anche lui alla Todai, che sminuisce i compagni poiché convinto che siano troppo stupidi anche solo per provarci. Arrogante, prepotente e a tratti meschino, Fujii tenterà in ogni modo di mostrare la sua superiorità, fallendo ogni volta. Sakuragi - che è il più sveglio della scuola - lo include nel team con gli altri e piano piano anche lui si aprirà agli altri, mostrandosi sempre più gentile. Così tanto gentile che si fa male per proteggere Kenta da dei bulletti. Fujii non riuscirà ad entrare alla Todai ma accidenti se ha comunque vinto di più! La sua evoluzione è quella più palese tra i ragazzi e per quanto semplice e scontata mi è comunque piaciuta.

L'ultime cose vorrei dirle sulla trama che rigurdava la preside, la vendita del terreno su cui sorge la scuola ed i due ex allievi di Sakuragi. Onestamente tutta sta diatriba non mi ha emozionato così tanto. Non so perché ma l'idea della scuola che rischia di dover chiudere, gente in giacca a cravatta che compie illeciti ecc ecc, non mi ha entusiasmato così tanto.

Meglio invece la storyline dei due ex allievi dove per metà serie avevo davvero ipotizzato che i due fossero arrabbiati con Sakuragi. Mi sembrava realistico che qualcuno di questi ragazzi di fronte alla promessa non mantenuta di entrare alla Todai, si risentisse con il professore. Ci sta. Sarebbe una cosa che non mi stupirei di vedere. Invece si scopre che era tutta una messinscena ed i due stavano indagando per aiutare il loro ex professore e ...va bene così. Vengono spiegate le motivazioni e gli eventi di ciò che è successo quindi non mi posso lamentare.

Concludendo: Dragon Zakura prima e seconda stagione rimarrà uno dei miei drama di conforto e motivazionale preferiti. La seconda stagione non si discosta molto dalla prima - se non per l'inserimento della vicenda della vendita della scuola - e mostra sempre i grandi insegnamenti di studio o di approccio alla vita. C'è un buon cast, dove i giovani davvero hanno fatto un buon lavoro, e alcuni grandi ritorni dalla prima stagione. Per chi ama questo genere di drama è una buona visione da recuperare.

Voto: 7.9

#dragon zakura 2 #sakuragi kenji #mizuno naomi #seto akira #iwasaki kaede #hayase nao #amano koichiro #fujii ryo #kosugi mari

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