#I am so soft these days the fuck

[kaedeakeshisworld]

Akitaru Obi Nsfw Headcanons

MDNI/18+Only

cw: as always black female reader intended, mature content ahead do not interact if you do not have the age required to do so!

wc: 300 sum

First things first pause, dramatic hair flip, sit down, calm yourself, drink some water, you aight, good here we go 

like I was saying did you see this man!?! I know that his girlfriend won’t be able to fight him let alone run away from him but let’s get to the real deal right so

size kink

I mean * clears throat* isn’t that evident. He built like that I don’t have the terms for it right now I’m having a brainfart moment but he’s so hot like if I were to get close to him I’d 🫦🫡🫠

This man is so respectful I will explain what I mean by that. He is the type of dude to treat you like the queen you are, be praised by your parents and even when he’s at your parents house it’s as if he already were part of the family but when you too are alone he fucks you like he hates your guts so bad 😭 ma'am with all due respect your legs will require a wheelchair for the next few days or you'll have to remain bedridden! watch out for these guys in real life they’re a threat!!

He makes sure that you workout safely and that you eat well too properly nourish your body but when he is the one monitoring you because you let him it’s another type of work out you end up doing like can’t he never get enough 👀

He is a very understanding boyfriend and you know that you are extremely lucky to have him 😘 but sometimes you also start thinking that he is doing too much when you are cuddling on the couch often he really doesn’t want to let you go like could you let me 😤

but he already knows that you are his future wife and the mother of his kids

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#Fire force smut #obi akitaru x reader #obi akitaru smut #I am so soft these days the fuck #when Kyoraku san’s part comes it will be worse #self deprecating jokes = a lifestyle #my life = non existent #akitaru obi x you #akitaru obi x y/n #black reader #poc! reader #x black reader #smut #female reader #obi akitaru x female reader #black fem reader #back female reader #black reader smut #akitaru obi x black reader #broken cancer men are my weakness tf

[harbingersglory]

Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

#asks #anon #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #minors dni #writing tag #la signora x reader #signora x reader #la signora smut #signora smut #does it count as pet play if she just thinks shes Better Then You #signora has an ego and shes going to weaponize it #give her an inch and shes putting a collar on you (please) #but also some of yall clocking my favs too easily PLEASE..... #i am a simple lesbian i see pretty women w questionable morals i get on my knees and bark #somehow signora is softer then arle though lbr. signora is like 50/50 soft vs rough okay #other times shes going 2 fuck ur brains out hope u learn real quick how to tell her mood that day #signora being a gentle lover is so personal to me though likeeee okay......... #she can be sweet when she wants to you just gotta get thru the 500 layers of trauma and Anger first #smth smth not letting herself love ppl who burn too easily or smth idk im just here to get railed #anyway does she need another dog. i can bark. i can do tricks. #passes out

[idlesuperstar]

Joseph Quinn as Billy Knight: Strike // Lethal White

#joseph quinn #strike #lethal white #ok so I have not giffed any strike for the last two series because I really have struggled with the ethics of it #even though I don't pay anything to watch it #is it ok to gif faces of actors I love and say look I love these people #even when they're in problematic media #ugh I just DON'T KNOW especially as ok I have giffed media by problem people probably all my gif life #but also a lot of those people are now dead and not wielding power in the current world #what I do know is this is the only series where I am not just looking at TOM BURKE'S FACE all the time #because joseph is FUCKING AMAZING in it and even on a third watch he's magnetic and it's so hard to watch #because billy is so fucked up and damaged and traumatised yet soft and sweet and man that is just joseph's forte isn't it #and I just want to look at his face all the time these days #my wee gifs

[mo-ok]

little guy saga continues this time with the biggest little guys you've ever seen 🤖

#gekiranger #changeman #kakuranger #dairanger #sentai #mecha #power rangers #drawing the robots always feels so daunting i have a bad habit of getting lost in the sauce with all the details and parts and symmetry #but if i make them CUTE and SMALL i can throw accuracy out the window and actually have fun drawing them lmao #changerobo gun shoulders peak design every robot should have gun shoulders #favourite thing about showa sentai is how we only really get one robot so i end up getting VERY. ATTACHED. to the robot by the end #and boy howdy am i attached to changerobo #super kakure daishogun my BELOVED not a day goes by where i dont think about his little fwoggy legs i cannot get over his little fwoggy leg #i've always had a soft spot for geki tohja #he's agile and bouncy and bae always made the fights feel so hype ALSO. big kitty cat x3 #ryuseioh theme goes so fucking hard and you KNOW how i am over polearms i dont think we need to discuss further #2024 art tag #anyone sick of my little guys yet??????? pls dont be sick of my little guys 🥺🥺🥺

[nightmarevore]

a switch flips in Rowan's head. where he was standing and talking to luke, his expression falters. his eyes are distant as he looks up from his beloved and where they are. when did they get in public? where are they? he knows luke is in front of him. he can see him and smell him. he’s right in front of him. but who are all these people that surround them? the smell is overwhelming. his stomach churns as dread over takes the predator. this isn’t home. this place isn’t safe. luke needs to be inside him. luke is safe inside him. wouldn’t it be easy to swallow him down now and take him some place they can be safe, where rowan can protect him from the pain of the world? from all these strangers who stare at the two like they’re freaks….

“rowan? are you okay?” luke’s voice chimes through rowan’s panic. the predator’s eyes shoot towards his boyfriend. his face flushes, and he grabs luke’s arm tightly. rowan’s stomach growls in quiet desperation to keep its prey safe. “what’s happening, love?”

without much thought, rowan’s mouth opens wide, and all luke sees is the back of rowan’s throat before he’s shoved into the darkness of his maw. he’s desperate, almost as if eating luke is a requirement to staying alive. as if he didn’t have his beloved boyfriend within him, the two of them would cease to be. luke’s left dazed and confused, his body tensing up as rowan stuffs him into his gullet. 

“rowan?!” he calls out, pressing his hands up against his partner. he attempts to push him away. they’re in public, why would he do this now?! his words are left on deaf ears as a loud swallow pulls luke into the predator’s throat. 

loud gasps. a few people in the crowd watch what happens before them. a man, out of nowhere, began swallowing the person next to him. predators exist, it’s not a shock that they have to eat another in order to sate their appetite. in public, in such a crowded space, though? people couldn’t help but look on in some kind of shocked horror.

rowan holds luke in place as aggressive, panicked, and desperate swallows pull his head and body deeper within him. luke hears how fast and panicked the predator’s heart is beating. something is wrong, and it’s too tight for luke to call out to him and ask what’s going on. even if he could, he didn’t think he’s getting an answer. it… feels like a fugue, but something tells him it’s not. he wouldn’t be in such a panic. 

luke’s flavor blesses rowan’s senses. his scent fills his nose as he swallows him down in an act of love and protection. in an act of pure desperation. he thinks he’s hungry, or maybe he isn’t, and this is just what his mind is demanding he do. it’s tight as his cherry slips down further his gullet. his body squeezes him from all sides and holds him in place. each swallow leaves luke more and more immobile. his arms are pressed up against his own body, constricting him. 

love luke. crave luke. devour luke.

protect him from everything and everyone.

another swallow squeezes and massages luke’s being further down, his head forcefully being shoved into his stomach. his middle visibly expands as the shifter begins to be deposited inside. 

“rowan, what’s going on?” luke finally takes a breath and speaks. it’s a relief that it’s easier to speak in his stomach. “what happened?” 

the predator purrs, continuing to swallow his partner down. he lifts him up, one hand reaching for his middle. he feels it grow as more of luke is forced inside. 

right where he’s safe. right where he belongs. right where he needs him.

his stomach expands more and more. luke’s entire being is forced into the chamber, quickly and desperately. he attempts to shift amidst all of this, trying to figure out what to do and how to sit. rowan would never just suddenly eat him in public like this. rowan hates doing any of this in public. something is terribly wrong.

aggressive and hard swallows send luke’s legs down the predator’s throat, his shirt rising over his middle and growing at a fast pace. both of his hands reach down to his middle and hold tightly onto his skin. he needs to feel the weight of luke inside him, whether it’s the shape his stomach takes, the sensation of luke entering him. of the weight inside his expanding middle. his hands hold a tight grip as his fingers sink harshly into his skin. his nails dig into the layers of skin as he attempts to support the weight of his middle. 

one final swallow sends the rest of luke down, and his head remains tilted upwards until he feels the love of his life finally and fully slide down to his center. it’s marked with a rumble and luke’s muffled voice, but he can’t make out the words. even if he wasn’t muffled, would rowan be able to pay attention to what he’s saying in the first place?

rowan’s eyes shoot open. they’re wide yet glossy. rowan himself isn’t all there. he growls, keeping his hands glued to his middle as the scent of every living person that surrounds them fills his nostrils. it’s overwhelming. it makes him sick.

people are staring. they look on to the predator, some in horror. some people back away. rowan begins to walk, forcing his way through the crowd. a woman, someone he doesn’t know, someone so unfamiliar to him he doesn’t know her name, gets TOO close to him. too close to his middle. his stomach. his luke. his world, his everything. 

the pressure of his hands sink deeper into his belly as the low growl in the bottom of rowan’s throat turns into a snarl, and sharp teeth snap at the strange woman. she sees a monster who swallowed a man whole not just a moment before, and the predator wants to keep it that way. she screams, fearful that this man was going to bite her and strike her down. drool drips from his lips as the rage in his eyes burn deep like a fire. 

“rowan! what the hell is going on?” luke calls out. 

rowan can't hear him. he squeezes his middle with teeth out for the world to see. nobody will hurt him, or his cherry. 

#soft vore #safe vore #v0re #male pred #male prey #same size vore #my love language to medli is writing and drawing stuff for luke and rowan #super self indulgent drabble again. #craving and other fics will be worked on i promise i promise #the closer it gets away from vore day the more i scream at myself to finish pred appreciation day #anyway enjoy i am so fucking gay #protective pred #fugue pred #kinda #it's like #he's overstimulated #luke and rowan #size on the side #sots

[ticklepinions]

I am going absolutely FERAL

Fuck me ticklish guys are just-

So I ofc am hugging one of my friendos cause I got that cute aggression. But that jerk (/aff) said some snide comment and I was all like "that's it". And I hugged him from behind and wiggled my fingers under his arms.

Y'all. His fucking laugh. The sweetest shit I ever did hear. I think I lost consciousness for a couple seconds just being in awe of the sound.

He said, and very adorably at that, "noooo don't tickle me". You bet your ass I did in fact do the opposite. All the while he's trying to roll away (we're in chairs). So our other friends are in the same room, casually ignoring all of this and having their own convos. But this absolute trumpet screamed out "[other friend's name] come tickle him".

I beg your pardon!?!?!

He's doing this while cackling his pretty lil head off. So I just had to make it worse for trying to turn the tables. I'm just following the rules y'know. So I start gently kneading the area where the chest and armpit meet, which apparently was a good choice because he threw his head back and laughed even louder. I couldn't do it for long cause my other friend tazed me in the side and I had to run away (and subsequently chased and "tickled" under a table by both of them).

Anyway. I am so fucking normal about tickling. And I am not replaying this scene in my head again and again. Haha. That would be weird. SO weirs. Ha...

#twordpinion #storytime with onion #fuck man I cannot #that was good. so good #i used tickled in quotations cause my friends suck at it respectfully #one is too soft. the other too hard #but my body still reacts y'know? but it doesn't really tickle tickle... #anyways if you are a ticklish guy your days are numbered. i am coming to getcha

[polycrews]

ddcds. for u (hopefully ur day will b a bit better!)

had to take a second to respond to this because dear GOD this made me lose coherent thoughts. ahem

#asks #ddcd #i. i want to start up a good feral tag ramble but the only thing i can think of is to break down wailing /pos #my friend. beloved acquaintance of mine. you canNOT keep doing this one day you will fuckinf kill me of heart attack on the spot #i keep stepping away from this every couple minutes i haven’t felt this much emotions in eons. please have the courtesy to picture- #-my tone as that of soft awe. i am barely forming comprehensible sentences out here dear god #i’d also like to mention that i am in love with how you draw carapace. it all flows very smoothly and feels correct in an indescribable- #fuck the tumblr tag limit #-sort of manner. #your expressions are immaculate and manage to perfectly encapsulate these two #just. everything in general makes me even more fascinated with. well. [gestures abstractly] #please be ever so kind as to excuse me while i yell into a pillow for half an hour. i will be delivering you all of my money- #-as compensation for this on the morrow. thank you #fave

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

oh waow maybe having friendly neighbors is a Good thing (said in the voice of a guy who just received free cookies)

#ough theyre so soft and theyre pumpkin w/ cream cheese frosting... #they will be Gone by the end of the day i cant stop eating them #ive been a little worried bc yk. small town. neighbors tend to be nosier #and i am a nervous person! i would like to be left alone! dont perceive me dont knock on my door dont look in my windows! #but hey. tasty homemade cookies. maybe this is all right #god theyre so fuckign good what the hell did she put in them... #absolutely unprompted #today is a Decent day #nice weather. hauled wood. got cookies. went for a lil walk & saw some cool moss and sap. gonna have some tasty beef for dinner #and there was a new casual geographic to watch! & a new wendigoon video for tonight!! yippee! #and im drafting fresh scribbles for november since im doing repostober #things are decent and ill take it while it lasts. even if im perpetually cold because this house is fuCKING FREEZING- #oh heated blanket we're really in it now

[vcrnons]

VERNON // FML @ mcountdown 230504

#vernon #vernon gifs #chwe hansol #choi hansol #vernon chwe #seventeen gifs #svt gifs #*mine #my gif #tried sm a little different with these and i'm lowkey. rly happy how they came out i think #i am so obsessed with this fit on him i cannot even tell you #do i want that jumper for myself or do i just want him to wear it every day forever? unsure #but FUCK it looks so SOFT

[bi-writes]

missing roommate!simon hours

omg i know fuck i think about updating it all the time, i miss it so much. i have a few drafts but idk why i cant wrap my head around how to continue, but it gnaws at it me in my dreams.

#like at the end of the day #that simon is wholesome and in love and he's so soft for her #but he's also a fuckup and idk how to continue fuck fuck fuck it eats at me everyday #i will update it soon i am working on it #i promise i know i post other things but that's just to keep my writing brain in motion #ask #ask b #🐝's anons

[captnpunk]

if you need me I am going to be thinking about this, the flirtiest head tilt I have ever seen, forever. thank u.

#finally succumbing to sleep. i am on a cloud. i love men. #GOD TIER FLIRTING. OLIVER STARK THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE. #[laughs in incandescent joy] that happened!!!!! IT HAPPENEDDDDDD AHAHAHAHA GOD! I LOVE. EVERYONE. #tim being like 'listen buck doesn't realize he's giving signals but BOY IS HE.' yes. [i've been there. oh man] #Tommy's soft little 'probably not on the same day' [GLANCES AT BUCK'S MOUTH] SAME. YEAH. #I AM SO ALIVE #the way this. the way he. oh my god i'm too gay to type. good NIGHT. #911 spoilers #911 abc #IT'S SO GOOD. IT'S ALL SO FUCKING GOOD. #'I COULD TEACH YOU' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #they did me in. i'm in heaven.

[jamiethebeeart]

:D (I ramble in my tags about this)

#shuichi iguchi #shigaraki tomura #mha spinner #bnha spinner #spinaraki #spinneraki #ok now that the tags are out of the way LETS TALK #i was reading a webtoon when female lead did that whole laugh and cover it with your hand thing and i do it sometimes too #and i got to thinking about WHY and why its usually girls depicted as such and i know some people dont like their teeth/smile #and im like well shut the fuck up! im thinking fem spinner!!! like being self conscious about how she looks and developing it on accident #and shigaraki never really noticing until one day she DOES and wow spinner looks really pretty when she laughs and why does she hide it #like damn!!! i have a lot of thoughts about what spinner but female and the changes that would have on the character and why and agdjfkflg #ANYWAYS someone stop me from regressing to the old way i used to do hair bc its too damn time intensive but its so easy to zone out during #fem shigaraki #fem spinner #was going to properly do the background but i got done after forgetting the texture for spinner for the 4th time + went eeeh good enough #also!!!!!! the last “”panel“” made me realize how weird that angle is to draw spinner with his major proportions and also keep the soft 1/2 #2/2 smile reading as a smile and agdhfkfl am i adding “looks like a resting bitch face” to my spinner headcanons? maybe. #but imagine spinner trying so hard to look approachable and give a little smile but his face just????? doesnt do that very well (at least #not as easily as more human looking humans) and how that might play into his ostracization and then him leaning into that #as a defense mechanism (like if they think im an ass then I'll look like an ass on purpose) ahdndn he was so grumpy in the bar in the bg #mha jbee

[softquietsteadylove]

more spicy chapter for the spy AU please? 🤏

"Holy shit," Gil groaned as he flopped into the bed loudly. "What a day."

It had been a hell of a mission, from start to finish. There was some rescuing, some extrication, some very narrow escapes. But at least it was completed. All they had to do was actually get back home to report in. But that could wait until tomorrow.

"I agree," Thena sighed heavily, lying herself down next to him more delicately. They didn't usually make stops after a mission, since the only real safety for them was back at base. But this stop was necessary to avoid the suspicion of boarding a flight right then and there.

Gil stretched his arm out, slithering it under Thena's neck. Other than that, he remained on his back.

Thena rolled over, keeping her head cushioned on his arm and shoulder and tucking herself into his side as well. She inhaled as his head tilted, hovering closer to hers. "We said we wouldn't."

"Oh, right," Gil mumbled, even as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

"We did," she repeated as she leaned into him more. His arm moved and his fingers toyed with a few strands of her hair. "We did."

"We did," he whispered as he rolled over too, nuzzling her face until his lips could find hers.

"We promised," she whimpered into the kiss, even as she grasped two handfuls of his shirt. She straightened her spine and her legs, pressing herself closer to him.

"Did we?" he inhaled against her cheek before moving his lips to her neck. He rolled even further, until he could lie over her. He flicked open a button of her dress. "Why did we do that?"

"Because," Thena inhaled as he worked on two more buttons before running his finger along the edge of her bra. She wasn't often in civilian clothes.

"Because?" he prompted, enjoying taking his time and burying his face in her cleavage.

"The job," she uttered simplistically, her considerable mental faculties leaving her as Gil dragged his teeth along the inside of her breasts.

They said they couldn't be physical anymore because of the job. It could interfere with their effectiveness, and complicate their partnership, something upon which their lives depended.

That one instance in the garage had been a mistake.

"We're off the clock, Ghost," Gil chuckled into her shoulder as he moved his hands to work from the bottom up, slipping up her dress. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."

It would make good sense. It would be better for the mission, and for all future missions. It would be probably be better for their work partnership, too. Certainly their handler would feel better about not having to suspect that their feelings were more than professional.

"Talk to me, Thena," he whispered, pulling away from her just to look her in the eye.

How she loved him. She loved him in every cover, every mission, every rare instance in between when they were just Gil and Thena, partners since the beginning. She loved everything about Gil, and she always had.

It was only recently that she had added his body to the list of things she loved most about him.

Gil moaned as she pulled him into another kiss, firmer than before. He wrapped his arms around her to truly hold her, his hands sliding over her.

Thena gasped as he pulled her dress up the rest of the way. His fingers were deft and firm, immediately slipping into her underwear. Gil never wasted time when there was a mission at hand. Her hands closed into fists, rumpling his shirt hopelessly.

"Easy," he rumbled into her ear, his voice low and rough. He stroked and circled his fingers, coaxing her pleasure out of her. "Just relax, sweetheart--I got'cha."

Thena inhaled sharply and let it out, although it trembled the whole way. Her whole body started trembling as he circled a particular spot, his thumb pushing against her most tender nerve centre as leverage. She stared up at the ceiling, clinging to him as if she were at sea. "Gil!"

He pulled up hard, keeping his hand still as she writhed against him gently. He was far from done, but he considered this a necessary step. He bent his head to kiss her cheek, "that's my girl."

Thena tilted her head, whimpering again as she felt him pull his fingers out of her. She didn't give in to pleasure often. She didn't consider herself someone who needed it often, either. But the things Gil could make her feel...

"You good?" he asked, their voices soft, their breathing mixing together in the silent room.

She nodded, her chest heaving. Gil laid over her again, having gotten his belt undone and his pants out of the way just enough. They didn't have the luxury of ripping all their clothes off and making tender love. Nor could they afford to fuck like wild animals rutting against each other. What they could afford was a quick relief of tension in a whole world against the two of them.

Gil kissed her as he pushed in. She groaned; his fingers were already thicker than she was used to, and he was much, much thicker than that. He peppered her face with kisses, "you okay?"

She nodded, clawing at his back as she adjusted to him being fully inside of her. This was actually the first time they were being connected in this particular way. Her head felt like it was floating off her body, her vision was starry.

"S'okay, just breathe," he whispered in her ear.

She did so, slowing her breathing until her startled muscles could relax. She turned her head, seeking his lips again. He gave them, and she demanded his tongue as well.

Gil moved gently, never one to risk hurting her in any way. He nuzzled her cheek, both of them breathing for their lives. They had both done underwater training, could hold their breath for upwards of five minutes. But they were panting for air.

Thena gripped the muscles in his back as his hips met hers. She tried not to sink into the feeling of it and keep her mind alert. But the feeling of Gil inside her, a heat like nothing else filling her. The warm, solid weight of him surrounding her and the musky scent of him mixing with the scent of their intimacy. She felt dizzy.

"Thena," Gil uttered, sounding more strained as he moved somewhat faster. He nipped at her neck, feeling around for her pulse until he could pay it proper attention.

"Gil," she gasped in response, her voice high and stringy--fluttery. Everything felt fluttery right now. She wasn't a fluttery person. Her codename was not Butterfly. But her whole body trembled as she felt him swell even further. "Gil!"

He pressed his lips to her cheek again, and she could feel him smiling against her skin. "Sorry, you sound really cute right now."

Thena felt herself clench around him reflexively. She blushed.

Encouraged, Gil picked up speed even more. His arms dragged over the bed sheets, curling around her protectively, hoarding what was his. His breathing came faster and rougher, his leverage angle changed.

Thena sought his mouth again, hungrily this time. Her legs slithered around his and her hips rose to meet him halfway. She was much closer than she anticipated, and probably closer than he thought she was. "Gil, yes, so close."

What few words she did have to offer seemed enough for him. He moved his hand to grip a handful of her behind, "any time now, hon."

Thena bit into her bottom lip as he continued to push and push her closer. She was a seasoned spy, and there was little she couldn't endure. But she would give up absolutely anything to come right now.

Gil let her dig her nails into him as she came around him, her whole body shaking as she gripped him. He groaned into her hair splayed over the sheets as he followed, spilling into her unabashedly. He smashed their lips together again before reeling himself in, making their kisses more gentle again. He held her cheeks, looking for signs she would never speak aloud. "You okay?"

Thena opened her eyes, blinking up at the ceiling again before Gil moved into her line of sight. She was still seeing stars, everything hazy and dreamlike. Her biochemical addled brain sang Gil's praises as she looked at him, screaming at her to yearn for him.

He kissed her again, their lips moving languidly. He still held her like she was fragile, and he was still lying over her like she was all his.

She was, in ways she couldn't afford. But she clung to him, even as he pulled out of her, even as he laid down beside her just to pull her closer once he was comfortable. Her hands sought his skin like she was burned and he was the salve.

Physical pleasure was too dangerous for the brain to endure.

Thena sighed as she settled against his chest. She was far too exhausted to move, and she had no desire as Gil pressed his lips to the top of her head and exhaled deeply. She rose and fell with the rhythm of his chest, as if bobbing along at sea on a raft of him.

"I've got you, Thena," Gil mumbled before dropping off into sleep, his fingers entangled with hers and his arm around her shoulders.

She nuzzled into his chest, just this once, to indulge her silly, love stricken brain. He had her in ways he didn't even know about--ways she could never really tell him. But just for tonight, she could add her body to that list.

#Thenamesh Spy AU #Thenamesh 18+ #some soft spice #welcome to the tasteful spice hour #don't read this on the bus #I mean do what you want but I will not be held responsible #Thena poor Thena #she's here trying to be like I am a world renowned spy #I can handle a simple act of physical intimacy #and then she gets one good night #and her brain goes #ahhhh Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil #Gil I love you so much ah you're so strong and handsome and let's cuddle together #of course she just looks as blank as ever #and she's telling her brain to knock it the fuck off #but they're professionals #they get up the next day #clean themselves up a little #they get on a normal plane #like normal civilians #carrying billions worth of international intel #maybe he gets a little cheeky #he takes Thena's hand in his and asks the flight attendant if his wife can please have an extra pillow #she glares at him but he leans over and whispers that she's cute when she glares at him #and all that happens is she gets flustered and pretends to go to sleep #they definitely don't hold hands under the blankets

[keepthetension]

still thinking about grief and recovery and support on this show because oh boy did the shows airing this weekend put me in my dead parent feelings i said before i was concerned about how porjai is dealing with her own grief, and this episode we saw her easily talking about rung, and even casually yelling to rung that she misses her! maybe this is me projecting, because i can't do that, but this seems like a pretty healthy place to be, especially contrasted with mhok's relative silence, and i'm glad!

and mhok's silence doesn't come from anger or resentment (which are valid ofc, but i did wonder if imprisonment gave him time to work through this to some degree) but out of protectiveness. i fucking loved this, because it felt so realistic and lived-in. i lost a parent to intimate partner violence, and i NEVER open up about it; people sure have Opinions, and it makes me insane

but day finding out about rung offscreen wasn't on my bingo card, tbh. because we've been with mhok through everything he's found out about day

it doesn't bother me, exactly, but it feels slightly unbalanced, and i suppose what i'm thinking is: knowing what happened to someone doesn't actually tell you how they feel about it, or how it affects them, or how you can support them

mhok found out from that lady sharing personal medical info she had no business sharing about day losing his eyesight in the accident, but he put in the work to understand what it actually meant for day. and in most cases, we've seen day telling mhok about what troubles him in his own words (his crush on auggy, why he was avoiding his friends, etc)

bereavement is probably statistically more common, so i suppose it may not need to be spelled out for an audience? but i am wary, because there have been so many shows where characters are visibly — to me! — struggling with grief and everything else matryoshka-ed in it, but audience reaction simply doesn't factor this in

i'm also thinking about how often mhok tells day a story about himself with the intent of making him smile ("i bought two bracelets just because i had money to spend" "i found this rooftop when i needed to sober up" "my sister called this false rice". i'm certain there are more!). because this is what a caretaker does, or because this is what mhok does, or both?

because this always made me wonder what it would take for mhok to talk about something that wouldn't make day smile, or because he wanted to share. in the former case, it'd have to be something pretty bad!

of course, talking isn't the only way to recovery or intimacy. and mhok going from "i'm breaking up with my devoted gf because i don't want to drag her down with me" to "i'm going to ask you to be my bf" is pretty significant!

but as they navigate the journey from being caretaker and client to being boyfies, the balance has to shift around a bit to them supporting each other, consciously choosing to be there for each other

in this episode what we got was: you only want money to buy that car. and i'm not even mad about this, because this kind of comment is very in line with day's character. but wow. day, i know you're feeling big feelings, but throwing one of the few things you know about mhok's life in his face is. not it!

#last twilight the series #i know this is a “trustworthy” director. and i will happily eat my words! but #it's always bothered me when couples fall into this pattern of ONE person doing the bulk of the supporting and caring and accommodating #and i am HOPING WISHING PRAYING this show doesn't do the same you know? #also like the imbalance makes sense if they're only caretaker and client of course! i'm just SO curious how this will be addressed #thinking a lot lately about characters society puts into a certain box because social status or because they're Manly or Tough or some shit #and there isn't a space for them to be soft and goofy and playful and tender. and people assume they don't need to be cared for #ten from cooking crush and babe from pit babe and top from only friends. for example. #and “there's zero tenderness in you” mhok #and i desperately want to see these characters get to be more than they're “allowed” to be #patriarchy is a curse #oh also i suspect mhok's “healing journey” will come to a head once he buys the car or whatever ends up happening there #ALSO GOD how many people would move the fuck out of that house afterward IF THEY HAVE THE MONEY TO DO SO #and maybe it doesn't feel like this for mhok and porjai but living in the same place afterward can be intensely suffocating #but they can't just move and start over like moneyed individuals might be able to! #recovery and healing simply looks different for the rich #anyway next ep will probably foreground mhok caring for day. and there are not many eps left!! i am wary but still fairly optimistic

[girlcrushau]

#me? about to use tumblr as a diary again? in 2024? unfortunately:/ #but here have a waterfall i saw on a hike last week as payment #i am sO tired and exhausted emotionally after dating #there's this guy that i fr thought was going to last and be around for a long time. we spent like every moment together that we could for 2 #months straight and if we werent physicaly together we were texting or calling or on ft . just every part of our day had the other in it #not once did i ever feel unwanted undesired or uncared for. not once did i feel that i wasnt sure of his intentions. i felt safer with him #in those 2 months than i ever did with any one else i could think to compare to. #until one day he just didnt think it important to communicate any more. after 3 days of nearly nothing .. hardly any talking . i asked if #he was ok if we were ok. what was going on in his head. he said some ive just been with my buddies and family and havent been on my phone #and just. immediately thats heartbreak yanno. thats :// thats what they say when theres a new girl. but there'd never been a reason to think #there was another girl so i was like ok we're gonna trust bc this dude has been So good in every way. so i said imy but i understand. enjoy #your time with your buddies and with your fam -- i cant wait to hear about it (and hold you) #and i havent heard from him in the 3 weeks since. just randomly #so last night #i send the dreaded 'i miss you' text. #i dont expect to hear back and i accept the hurt that will come with that and the confusion that i've felt settles deeper into my heart #until this afternoon i hop on ig and see a hard launch that was posted an hour after my text was sent #that shit kinda hurt different. but also sent me into a bit of a delirious state where all i could do is laugh bc are you for fucking real #did she see my message? i know it. bc i know him and i know that he wouldnt hide anything from the person he's giving his heart #and his softness to. i can almost imagine how he showed her and promised her theres nothing to worry about #and there really isnt anything to worry about because he genuinely is the type to give his all to the relationship he's in #which feels silly to say after what happened w us. like no there wasnt a title ever #it sucks to call it a situationship because a month ago we were laughing in bed together about how we could never bc we were all in. #just the timing of the hard launch makes me giggle. did my text push them to have a conversation about what they are. was she really the #reason that he went away on me. #im trying not to blame myself . trying not to think about the phone calls i didnt answer. about what i could have done differently. trying #not to think about where we would be if i didnt let my anxieties hold me back. if i wasnt scared about what he'd think of the parts of me #that i keep hidden just a little bit longer than the rest. #and at the same time im trying not to put him on a pedestal. but that pedestal is just where i wholeheartedly believe he belongs #he set the bar for me. he set the standard. i was never too much. i was never too little. he made me feel perfect just as i am

[timefospookies]

Sunny Days!!!!

#school doodles #I AM SO SOFT FOR RHEM I AM GOING TO CRY #i cant believe omori invented gay people..fucking awesome dude #/LH/pos #aubrey omori #omori aubrey #basil omori #omori basil #kel omori #omori kel #kim omori #omori kim #kelbrey #omori sunburn #omori sunflower #omori cotton candy #omori photobomb #Omori Sunny days #omori solar system #omori #spook’s art