#and maybe that really wasn’t your intention and you genuinely are just curious

[monzamash]

not sure how comfortable you feel with writing smut for Kev, but this somehow reminded me of him

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

-💜

💜💜💜 warnings — mature themes (18+), barely proofread so apologies x

sweet baby kevin. he really is the most beautiful man, inside and out but that voice – so honeyed and soothing, airy in the blissful moments. the soft tone would lull you on those sleepless nights while the gruff edge his voice can carry stirs you awake in the morning with very little innocence in his intent.

you longed for the purrs of praise he trickled into your ear when his hips rutted restlessly, satisfying more than just the empty space in your heart with his love. letting him in scared you at first, the closeness after the hesitation. he was guarded, of course, his life wasn’t as black and white as yours – no strings attached, no extra baggage fee. the path to you had been so uncertain; every touch, every kiss felt like the last but he endured – and so did you. 

because you loved kevin the minute you laid eyes on him – all weary-eyed and taking out his frustration on his luscious blonde hair while guenther shouted every curse word under the sun at the team. it was an abysmal race and you still remember how deeply furrowed kevins' brow was, unsure that a smile existed under the bravado and the pressure until his eyes caught yours across the garage. the icy blue melted as fast as it had crystallised and the flecks of green that were only visible in natural light warmed his curious gaze – you couldn’t look away and he needed to know your name.

“who is she?”

“who is who?” guenther curtly replied, following his drivers’ eye, “oh.”

kevin smiled genuinely for the first time that weekend when he heard you were the teams new legal aid – so she’s smart, he assumed, beautiful and smart. he was right – you were both of those things and more he learned after secretly manufacturing time to get to know you. the late night contract questions and the early morning coffee run that always seemed to end with the two of you finding a quiet place amongst the travelling circus quickly became the highlight of your day.

he savoured the chance to see you smile, hoping that one day he would be the person you turned to in a crisis or when you simply needed a laugh – maybe he could even be the man you begged and pleaded with to make you come again. there was a part of him that ached to know what his name sounded like when you moaned it, how would it taste if he swallowed it? the thought of having you lathered in a state of ecstasy kept him awake most nights.

and it wasn’t a secret that you had other admirers besides kevin. lewis’ throw away comment in austin still haunted him – something about the way your hips swayed to the country song playing through the speakers and he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe he’d missed the chance to see what else your hips could do.

kevin had a cruelly vivid dream that night – the same one he always had when he salaciously conjured you in his slumber. as soon as he felt your snug walls sheath his needy cock and the knot lying dormant in his stomach was so close to unravelling, his body would jolt awake, breathless and pathetically hard. the dream never lived up to what played over and over in his head but when he got a taste of the real thing, there was no going back.

“i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do.”

he blinked a couple of times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination and planted a firm kiss to your flushed chest – long eyelashes tickled your skin as he mouthed at your neck with his sharp, misbehaving teeth, both hearts racing until his nose brushed against yours lovingly and captured your lips.

“who else would have me, baby? all I think about is you, all I feel is you…”

your comforting coos settled the sweet man panting above you, eyes filled with adoration. the angelic sight of you spread open, hair mussed and tangled slowed the momentum of his hips to a toe-curling rhythm, extorting a sharp breath from your burning lungs. he wanted to savour the feeling and the way you looked so beautifully contorted in pleasure as he sunk back in deep with a fierce kiss, alleviating the want stirring inside your stomach.

“i need you.”

“i’m right here, never going anywhere.”

#kevin magnussen #kevin magnussen x reader #kevin magnussen smut #monzamusings ✨ #monzamashmasterlist #f1 x reader

[thefanciestborrower]

no u 🥺👉👈 i’m a sensitive little guy too. please don’t mean to me when I don’t understand the appeal of shameful kinks

Then like...why are you on a vore blog if you don’t like or understand it? I’m sorry I’m honestly not trying to be mean and I don’t mind explaining why I think it’s cool or talking with people who wanna know more but...idk man I just don’t think coming to someone’s blog and calling a concept they enjoy a ‘shameful kink’ is the best way open a conversation.

#again sorry if I come off as rude or defensive that’s really not my intention #but this honestly felt a bit rude and I don’t wanna keep entertaining someone if they’re only here to insult me #and maybe that really wasn’t your intention and you genuinely are just curious #I like to give people the benefit of the doubt #but at the end of the day this is my happy place of a blog and if you keep insulting it then I’m just not going to respond anymore #simple as that #ask #anon ask #vore mention

[cloudyyoimiya]

yandere poe headcanons with a reader who knows how to knit and so they knitted Karl a little hat or something ( I badly want this for some odd reason)

this is so sweet?? i hope you don’t mind me throwing in a scenario bc this is absolutely adorable?? thank you for requesting!!

His Darling Knits Something for Karl; Edgar Allan Poe

Format: Headcanons and scenario

Possible warnings: dark content, unhealthy relationships, mentions of kidnapping

How you learned to knit could be the result of two things. One being that you already knew how to knit before Poe kidnapped you, and two being that you learned to knit because you had a lot of time to kill while being held captive.

When Poe found out that you were able to knit, he’d enable your little hobby. He’d make sure to buy you top quality yarn and sturdy needles, only wanting the best for you. In a way it was a kind gesture, but it never really helped you put your guard down around him.

Sometimes when he spent time with you, he’d just sit in silence as he’d watch you knit. He really liked watching your hands create something, even if it was something small.

Unknown to him though, in secret you would make small accessories for Karl. At first it only started off as a small little scarf because you were running out of a certain yarn you liked, but then it evolved into making him small hats and little sweaters.

More often than not Karl would sit on your lap as you knitted him something. Sometimes he’d get in the way, but you didn’t mind. He was almost like a very cuddly cat as you knitted him his accessories. Maybe he enjoyed feeling like a spoiled little model?

You would hide the things you made for Karl under a loose floorboard that was in the corner of a room that Poe rarely entered. For the longest time, that was your little secret between you and the raccoon.

But then Poe started to notice that your yarn supply slowly started to disappear. At first he thought it was because you had a large project that you were hiding, but he found out that wasn’t the case rather quickly. He then started to think that Karl would steal the yarn, but he knew that the raccoon wouldn’t do something like that.

Eventually he decided to walk in on you while you were alone. That way it wouldn’t allow you to hide whatever you’re doing, and you’d be forced to show him. Of course he felt bad doing this, but he was concerned and genuinely curious as to what you were up to.

When he did find out what you were up to, he couldn’t be more in awe. He thought that what you were doing for Karl was absolutely adorable! How could he not?

Maybe, just maybe, he’d put in small requests for Karl. He knows the raccoon better than anyone, so he’s sure that he knows what he wants.

Scenario

Humming a light tune, you finally tied off a loose end on the hat you were making. The color of the yarn you used was almost a navy blue, and it had some white accents as well. It was also rather small—no human could obviously wear it—but that wasn’t your intention for the hat anyways.

You looked down at the raccoon that was sitting on your lap, letting out small chitters as he watched you work your magic. Karl looked up at you with a content expression if that was even possible for a raccoon.

“Here. It’s all finished,” you said as you placed the hat on Karl’s head. “Do you like it?”

Karl let out a happy chitter as he somehow managed to adjust the hat on his head. You then smiled down at him and gently pulled his ears through the tiny holes you made sure to put in the hat. Once you did that, you let out an amused chuckle at how cute the raccoon was.

Recently the two of you had became close friends, and Karl had made sure that you weren’t lonely while left on your own devices. Part of you thought that it was because Karl was sent to spy on you by Poe, but the other part of you liked it because you wouldn’t be so alone anymore.

You continued to adjust his hat until you heard the door open. Immediately you jumped in your seat and shot your gaze towards who was in the door frame. Unsurprisingly, it was your captor—Poe. He stared at you for a few moments, then started to smile as he saw Karl in a small hat.

“Did you make that for him?” He asked quietly. He then sat down next to you on the couch and started to pet Karl. “He seems to like it. I didn’t know you made him things…”

You gulped, then started to speak in a shaky voice. “Well yeah… I get bored of making normal stuff so I decided to make him some accessories.”

“You made more?” Poe asked after he analyzed your choice of working. “May I see?”

You only nodded then lightly pushed Karl to your side. He let out a sad chitter, but then he jumped up onto Poe’s shoulders as per usual. You then got up from your seat and headed over to a floorboard that was hidden under some carpet.

“In here there’s more,” you said as you ripped up the floorboard. You then started to pull out a small box. “Take a look.”

Poe nodded then opened the box. Once he did, his grin started to grow even wider as he pulled out the little accessories you made for Karl. The expression on his face told you that you were able to relax—he wasn’t mad at you for making these things and hiding them from him.

“These are adorable,” Poe simply spoke as he continued to rummage through the box. “Where did you find the time to make all of these?”

You bit your tongue so you didn’t say something that you’d regret. “Y’know… I have a lot of free time now since I don’t have to work anymore.”

Poe nodded. “Oh my darling, these are so thoughtful of you to make! I love them so much!” He then paused and looked at you. “Why did you feel the need to hide these from me though?”

You bit your tongue once more, holding back another insulting response. “I didn’t know how you’d react, Poe— Edgar.”

“Oh dear… There’s no need to hide anything from me,” he said with a smile. “You can tell me anything.”

You internally rolled your eyes. You knew that some things you wanted to say were best kept in your mind, and you’d rather keep it that way.

“Alright, I understand.”

Poe then walked over towards you and gave you a small kiss on your forehead. “I’m glad… I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, trying to not gag at your own words. You knew it was best to comply when he said those three words.

Poe stayed silent for a moment, then looked at the clothes you made for Karl. “Can you make him a small sweater? …Can you make me a sweater as well?”

You let out a small sigh. “Yes, of course.”

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #edgar allen poe bsd #poe bsd #edgar allan poe bsd #bsd edgar allan poe #poe bungou stray dogs #bsd poe #poe x reader #edgar allan poe x reader #yandere #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere poe #yandere edgar allan poe

[malevolantkitcheen]

hello! i notice that you do matchups, and i really love doing these, also because i'm always curious about who i get.

i'm 20, hispanic, and pansexual!

personality: my personality often gets compared to a chihuahua, and that's because i'm feisty and small for my age (4'11). i do love the attention, but not as in "Hey, all eyes on me" and more like "Hey you, i want some of your love and attention" type of thing... if that makes sense? sometimes people think i'm timid because i'm quiet, but, in reality, don't like to talk unless i'm being asked something, if it's necessary, or the topic is something that i know and/or love. i'm also known to be very honest and sarcastic to the point where it can get me in trouble or people don't know if i'm messing around or not. which leads me to become cautious/careful in the things i do and say. It doesn't always work, but at least i know i tried! i don't like breaking rules, and i tend to be the goody two shoes. however, if something just doesn't sit right with me or if the situation is unfair, then i won't mind breaking a few rules. i can be oblivious and sometimes can't pick up what's happening until someone points it out to me. i'm very curious! i pretty much want to know and learn about everything, even if it seems useless. and i easily get flustered/embarrassed easily. thankfully because i'm brown, you can't tell... well, except for my ears. they turn pretty red...

love languages: acts of service and gift giving

hobbies: discovering/listening to music, playing any kind of games, reading, and stargazing.

likes: art, dr. pepper, fashion, music, playing games, and stargazing,

dislikes: coffee, heights, hot weather/temperature, insects, and overcrowded places

thank you so much if you end up taking my request! and i hope you have a good day :)

For Jujutsu-Kaisen, I match you with…

Satoru Gojo

- Your personalities bounce back off one another as Gojo finds it absolutely hilarious to playfully tease and joke with you because he knows he’ll always get a reaction of you. “God you are so annoying”, you thought to yourself.

- He can’t help but always try and distract you from whatever you’re doing: If you are reading you can feel him peering over your shoulder, if you’re listening to music he’ll come listen to it with you, always giving his opinion on it.

- After a while, Gojo offered to take you out for lunch in a quiet cafeteria, stubborn on the fact that you would not be paying for it as it was “his treat”. The both of you sat for hours just talking about almost anything and everything, he just seemed to be so well adept to filling silence; there wasn’t an awkward moment. From this you discovered that beneath his very cocky and outward personality was a very intellectual, interesting and genuine man. He would fixate on every word, every vowel, every consonant that escaped your lips. He was always listening with intent. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. This “treat” became a regular occurrence, which you didn’t mind because it was nice, his presence felt like an escape from absolute everything and everyone else. There was just something you absolutely just couldn’t get enough of. He was intoxicating.

- As the two of you got closer, he would always make sure that he was by your side, trying to discreetly brush his hand against yours. This made you blush every time, hoping that he hadn’t noticed but you knew nothing got past this man. Over time, his acts got bolder, he was desperate for your approval. He would brush your hair behind your ears if it had been windy and got in your face, he would bring you home new vinyls for you to listen to with him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fanfic #jjk matchups #matchups #gojo satoru #gojo x reader

[starboy-acer]

“i’m so obsessed with your ‘ex’” (FnC With More Fish)

[chip and gill take a break and caspian talks to chip about it…]

“i don’t know, we just got in a fight and decided we needed to spend a little time apart. being on a ship together all the time can strain a relationship, that’s what jay said at least.” chip told caspian after caspian had asked him what happened. part of him was curious but part of him had some sort of ulterior motive. he wanted to know if they were going to get back together. he had no intentions of driving them apart, if so, but if they weren’t getting back together then he wanted to shoot his shot with gillion tidestrider.

“ah, i see.” caspian soaked in this information. they’re not exactly together but they’re not exactly broken up. he had some choices laid out in front of him. he could either go speak to gillion and see what happens or he could stay with chip and keep out of it OR he could talk to both of them and see what happens. he knows that neither gillion nor chip are precise with their attractions. they’ve both expressed that if they both ended up loving someone else, the same person as the other, then they would be willing to add on to their relationship. the more the merrier is what gillion would say. the universe is love is what a high-as-a-kite chip would say (truth btw. ep 92 intro).

“god, i need another drink. and to go find ollie. ill see you later, cas.” chip said and he reluctantly stood. once he was out of view, caspian tracked down gillion. it wasn’t hard, there’s not any other fish men around this town.

gillion was standing on the deck of the albatross, which wasn’t like him at all. usually, he would try to get off the boat as much as possible whether it was swimming or going with the rest of the crew. caspian approached gillion quiet enough not to startle him but loud enough to not sneak up on him.

“caspian! how are you?” gillion smiles. it seems genuine to caspian, but he knew there was something wrong.

“i’m okay, gill. i just talked to chip.” caspian mentioned chip to test the waters. he wanted to see gillion’s reaction to hearing his lover’s name. every move and word gillion said was being analyzed by caspian.

gillion looked back out to the water with a slight smile. “i suppose you know that me and chip are taking some space right now.”

“of course, it’s all chip would talk about. he really seems to love you.”

gillion’s eyes widen, almost as if he wasn’t expecting that. “oh.”

“oh?”

“i just… i am aware that chip loves me. and i love chip! don’t get me wrong. but being in the same small area together all the time just puts a strain on things sometimes.”

caspian nods as gillion pours his heart out. he heard most of this from chip first. he knew absolutely that they weren’t over. he simply just didn’t know whether he should confess or not. he felt like he should, he knew that he should, but he didn’t know if this was the right time.

eventually, gillion pauses and looks at caspian. “cas. captain lizzie told me something earlier. she came to see me after she noticed i was the only one left on the ship.”

caspian’s heart almost stops. he had told lizzie about his feelings before. he didn’t know whether or not she would tell gillion, but he knew that she always encouraged him to tell gillion next time they met. maybe she knew caspian would chicken out and did it for him.

“what exactly did she tell you?” caspian tries not to make his voice shake.

“she told me about your feelings for me.” gillion says calmly as he turns to caspian and takes a step forward.

caspian nods. “i see…”

gillion steps closer to caspian. “i’m not going to tell you that i don’t feel the same. i’m not the best with feelings, but i would be open to the idea.” he stops in front of caspian, not too close at all. “however, i do want to—“

“GILL!”

gillion turns as he sees chip run up to the boat, clearly under the influence. he looks confused, but happy to see him.

chip runs up and holds gillion’s hands as he talks. “listen, i know im not the best boyfriend in the world. i know that sometimes i can get annoying. and i fully respect you if you ever need a moment of space. but i want— no. i need you to know that i love you always. i love you so much. you’re my everything. i don’t know what i would’ve done with my life if i hadn’t pulled you out of the ocean and i’ve been so so so interested in you since. i love you, gilly.”

gillion smiles widely as he pulls chip into a deep kiss. caspian stands there awkwardly. he doesn’t want to speak up and interrupt but he also does not want to watch. gillion then pulls away and snaps back to reality.

“right. right, i was talking to caspian about something important. im glad you’re here for this conversation.” gillion then explains what lizzie told him about caspian’s feelings. she was vague about it, which caspian was eternally thankful for. he had spent too many nights gushing about gillion and he did not want lizzie to tell gillion about that.

chip nodded and looked caspian up and down then smiled. “hey man, i know he’s great. i don’t care to share him. especially when im more confident in where we stand.” he looks at gillion and smiles wider.

caspian looks around and then back at them. “wait, what?”

“we’re saying that you can… join? our relationship.” gillion says, not knowing exactly what to call this. “since you like me and not chip, i can just date both of you. the more the merrier!”

“gillion tidestrider, boyfriend collector.” chip laughs. gillion then pulls out a notebook and begins to scribble something in it. caspian can see that the notebook is titled “Complete Collection of Gillion Tidestrider’s Titles”.

“of course, that’s if you’re okay with that caspian.” gillion says after putting the notebook away.

“oh, i’m absolutely okay with that. i’ve had a girlfriend and boyfriend at the same time. this is not new to me.”

chip’s jaw drops. “new caspian lore just dropped??” he questioned loudly.

caspian laughed at chip, one of the first times he’s ever laughed at a chip joke.

the boys spent the rest of the night between the ship and the tavern. there were plenty of comments, of course, whenever people would see chip kiss gillion and the gillion kissed caspian or any combination of the throuple’s affections. jay and lizzie were practically cheering whenever they heard. jay loved to see chip and gillion happy and lizzie was just grateful that she wouldn’t have to suffer through listening to caspian complain about gillion and gush about him in the same sentence. of course, she still had some of that in her future, but she doesn’t know that right now.

eventually, caspian had to leave with lizzie and her crew, but he and gillion promised to call every night and check in with each other. they also promised to meet each other whenever they have the chance.

chip spent multiple days joking about how he has a fish boyfriend and his fish boyfriend has a fish boyfriend. gryffon got so tired of hearing about it that he fully pushed chip off of the ship one time. nobody saved him and they just waited until gillion came back. but it’s okay, he’s okay, because he can swim. ollie also pushed him over the ship. and so did jay. throughout that week, he ended up soaked more often than he would like.

(not as proud of this as the others, but i hope you guys still like it 🫶)

#jrwi #jrwi chip #jrwi gillion #just roll with it #chip bastard #gillion tidestrider #jrwi fnc #fish and chips #jay ferin #jrwi jay #jrwi caspian #jrwi gillion tidestrider #fish and chips and more fish #caspian and gillion #captain lizzie #jrwi lizzie #jrwi jay ferin #chip jrwi #jrwi riptide

[thelittlelostprincess333]

Something that never fails to make you horny?

Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

What is your favorite part of your body?

What do you wear to bed?

When was the first time you masturbated?

Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside or in public?

Do you own any sex toys? (Can we see it?)

Are you a squirter?

do you have extreme kinks?

What are your top 5 kinks

Okie dokie! First off, I loveeeee these unique questions!! Thank you so much for asking💕 Let’s get into it 😈

Something that never fails to make me horny

Wow…it’s actually difficult to choose because there are a lot of things that instantly make me drip. One of my favorites is the hand around the throat. Whether it’s slow and intentional or rough and commanding, I absolutely melt every time I get to wear a pretty hand necklace. The surprise corrective hand necklaces are my favorite🤭

Have you ever tasted yourself?

Yes, I adore tasting myself just because I genuinely enjoy the taste and scent of my own pheromones. I take a few extra measures to ensure I am extra sweet down there so it’s just an extra reward when paired with the fact that I can also drink my own sweet milk from my udders while edging. Truly the Land of Milk & Honey

What is your favorite part of your body?

Haha, weird little tidbit about me…my favorite body part used to be my collarbone. I was obsessed with how defined and artistic it looked.

Now…I’d have to say my tiddies. I used to feel really self conscious about them because they were so much bigger than everyone else’s in school. I felt not as pretty because they sagged a bit and weren’t those perfectly round perky bimbo tiddies. But now, I adore them because they are so soft and squishy and milky and constantly getting bigger. They’re beautiful😍

What do you wear to bed?

What Marilyn Monroe wore to bed…my jewelry and nothing else. My personal jewelry for bed include Master Wolf’s training collar, my wolf necklace with my keys, and maybe some earrings

When was the first time you masturbated?

Oh my goodness, I remember being curious about what p0rn was but not really knowing so I googled it. I found a somewhat popular site and started watching happy ending massages. I happened to watch one where the woman was being massaged and learned what to do from there.

When was the last time you had sex outside/in public?

Well, the last time I had sex outside was a few months ago bent over the hood of my car outside my parents’ house. It was around midnight and I had gone outside to “meditate”. 🍃💨 My ex came by to see me and one thing led to another. It was a really unique experience though because it was out in the country and you see all the stars, hear the owls and night creatures, feel the chill of the wind. I definitely want to have more outdoor experiences…just not with an ex😅

In public, I think the most fun one was when I gave this incredibly sloppy toppy to a guy I had a crush on at an amusement park that we went to sing at. We snuck into the family bathroom and I went to town. I could hear the screams and laughter and rides all around while he fucked my face. That was one of my first kinky experiences too so it’ll always hold a special place in my little slut heart.

Do you own any sex toys? Can we see them?

If you had asked me this 8 months ago, I would have had to say no. Before I got back on tumblr, I had been in a situation where I wasn’t free to explore my sexuality at all. No sex toys, no kinks and fetishes, no promiscuity of all kind. Fast forward to now…I have a treasure trove of toys and outfits that continues to expand all thanks to my wonderful Master Wolf and his encouragement for me to embrace my true slutty nature. This is only the beginning of what I hope will become quite the collection!!💕

Are you a squirter?

Yes, I most certainly am!! I actually wasn’t sure how good I was at squirting, but I learned during my Birthday Trip with Master Wolf that I am most certainly a squirter. I adore the feeling and especially love getting to that point with my Domi vibrator by fucking myself with it.

Do you have any extreme kinks?

That’s a tough question. I’m still learning what “extreme kinks” are because I always explored without putting labels to anything I saw. I’m finding out that yes, I do have quite a few extreme kinks. I’m very big on exploration and the artistic elements of kink anyways so I don’t like to limit myself much on what I may be able to experience in this space.

What are your top 5 kinks?

To be fair, these tend to change weekly if not daily as I explore more and learn about more fun ways to play.

Currently,

1. Master/slave dynamic

2. Somno/Intox play

3. Urolagnia (iyktyk)

4. Orgasm Denial

5. All things Anal💕

Conclusion

I hope you enjoy my responses. This was so much fun to respond to so feel free to send any questions anytime! Also…Feel free to send me a golden star if you liked the answers (praise kink, anyone?) 🌟

Love ya byeeeeeee💕

#naughty asks #ask me questions #anon asks #dms open

[bluexiao]

heyhey! this can be a req or just me dumping my ideas / projecting but hurt/comfort with genshin men (im thinking thoma and kaeya honestly) reacting to u telling them ur boundaries when it comes to jokes and pranks, especially if its about leaving or breaking up with reader, maybe because reader had experience in the past where they felt like theyre just constantly being played or smth. i feel like any type of hurt/comfort with thoma would be perfect since he seems so soft and loving and caring and now im just rambling anyways hope youre having a great day/night !!!

—when you tell them about your boundaries after being teased that they’re breaking up with you

hurt/comfort, slight angst?, fluff

really loved writing this! this is kind of a new idea and i was so comforted while and after writing~

KAEYA

It was not new for him to tease you. He probably does that for most of the duration of the day.

Thus it’s not that new for him to really say anything that’s not true… but he eventually says it without any hesitation at all.

“Babe, what would you do if we break up?”

It was a curious question he had. Just something he said out of his own curiosity. He really wasn’t serious in any sense.

Yet when it reached your ears you completely misunderstood his intentions, and it led you to almost crying in front of him. But you held it in, thinking how many people would notice especially since you both were in Angel’s Share…

And he doesn’t mean it, right?

Surely he doesn’t…

When he notices you going silent, he definitely felt something was wrong, and when he asks you, you immediately went up and told him that you needed to talk with him outside.

The fresh air calmed your mind for a bit, but your heart rang as soon as you tried to communicate your thoughts.

“Kaeya… I do not-” you paused, heaving out a quick breath, “Can we… not talk about breaking up?”

He’d immediately connect the dots—he’s quick like that. Of course, how could he have not anticipated? This was definitely his fault.

But he finds it a bit difficult to apologize—not that he doesn’t want to. It was just a tad bit hard to say sorry with a genuine look while looking into your eyes that held the pain that you tried to hold it for him.

His actions disgusted him.

And so he pulled you into an embrace, placing a hand behind your head as he felt your own arms wrap around him. With this, he eases up, whispering to you his apology with utmost sincerity.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve hurt you, haven't I? I’m sorry, I won’t ever ask that to you again. I won’t… I won’t ever leave you, okay? Just don’t…” he lets out a bitter chuckle, momentarily biting the inside of his cheek, “Don’t leave me too, alright?”

THOMA

Contrary to the previous guy, he is not someone that makes jokes that might offend you nor would even mention it.

If he ever does, it’s merely a joke that he unconsciously let out at that very moment. An unconscious action he made without thinking twice.

“What can you do without me now, love?”

It was purely a joke, he didn’t even realize what he said until he saw your reaction.

“Wait, love? Why? What’s wrong? I’m sorry. I must’ve said something wrong, did I?”

He’ll immediately pull you aside and most likely take you home or somewhere you consider a comfortable place, like your favorite teahouse, The Komore Teahouse. Of course, it’s definitely about the dogs or the quality of their food, but anyway…

He’ll spoil you the whole time you’re opening up to him as you say your boundaries, him nodding along silently, listening intently to your voice. If you ever feel quite awkward, he’ll immediately smile assuringly at you or try to fill in the silence, making sure to make you feel comfortable the whole time.

“You’re not wrong, love,” then he smiles, “it’s all on me. I’ll make sure to never say it again.” He motions his fingers over his lips, as if zipping it, trying to make you laugh and feel at ease.

Absolutely the sweetest. Like seriously.

Spoils you the whole day! Would make you forget that it even happened but he won’t and keeps his promise forever<3

Can you tell that I have a huge bias over thoma like seriously this man is the biggest green flag i’ve ever seen my whole life.

Reblogs and comments are very appreciated~

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[vigilskeep]

curious on your ostagar opinions as a player—i’m personally on the side of “ostagar wasn’t anyone’s fault, including loghain’s, though some people cailin couldve minimized the loss better than they did”, (though i still hold loghain very accountable for the way he handles the ferelden civil war and the slavery), but i know you spared him in your main playthrough

ostagar’s an interesting one and it’s taken me a while to develop my thoughts on it. battles are by nature complicated and chaotic and hard to pin down to one factor—there’s a reason real medieval war leaders tended to avoid them if possible—but here’s some thoughts

1. the push to confront the darkspawn as quickly as possible, even when troops from amaranthine, redcliffe, orlais, etc. had not yet arrived. both cailan and loghain seem responsible for this. cailan is reckless and confident, unconcerned with the idea of facing the darkspawn without reinforcements, and loghain actively vetoes the idea of waiting for orlesian reinforcements. as i recall it’s primarily duncan who wants to wait but the grey wardens are on shaky footing and he doesn’t have the influence to press that. if it hadn’t been for loghain’s insistence, cailan might well have waited for the orlesians, but if cailan hadn’t called for the orlesians, maybe loghain would be the one counselling to wait for redcliffe and amaranthine. neither should loghain’s fears of the orlesians be written off as unreasonable imo like yes his choice here went badly but it wasn’t based on unfounded prejudice and there’s no way to know what might have happened

2. the beacon was delayed and mistimed. this isn’t anyone’s fault except the darkspawn. alistair and the warden were supposed to light the beacon at a particular time, but instead of that being an easy job, the tower has been suddenly overrun by the time they get there. alistair comments as you fight through the tower that you’ve probably missed the signal and should light the beacon just, like, as soon as you get up there. this chaos must have affected decisions taken on the ground and, as the main change from the original battle plan, was possibly why the beacon was delayed enough that loghain considered there no longer to be any chance of saving cailan

3. alistair says at flemeth’s hut that he has no idea why loghain would turn away, and that the king’s forces “had nearly defeated” the darkspawn. i’ll make allowances for his perspective being somewhat affected by the losses he’s just suffered, but his judgements are generally very good on this kind of thing and i trust them. i don’t see any reason to write this off, especially combined with other witness accounts. i do believe him that there was a real possibility to win here

4. at flemeth’s hut, all anyone can guess is that loghain wanted the throne—men’s hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature, and all that—but there’s no sign of this in loghain later in the game, although supporters of his like howe may have wanted that as an end goal. there’s nothing ambitious in loghain, there’s no intent to betray. loghain claims he remembers “a fool’s death and a hard choice” and that “the darkspawn would either have had him or have had us all”. it seems odd that he consistently blames cailan’s foolishness when it was a battle plan he had agreed to and nothing really changes on cailan’s part, but cailan’s recklessness and lack of care for battle plans is thoroughly set up in the ostagar prologue and i imagine it affected how he was handling things during the battle and also the aforementioned failures to get all of ferelden’s forces there in time. nonetheless my point is that this was purely a tactical decision on loghain’s part, and he regretted cailan’s loss (even if he blamed cailan for it). so either he genuinely thought the battle could not be won, or that it would mean enough losses that it would not be worth winning. and i trust his judgements too—battle leadership and strategy is his whole skillset

SO where does all that leave us. i think ultimately my perspective on the battle, which i think gives it a reasonable balance and a reasonable way to argue both sides, is that if loghain had followed the plan they would have won and cailan and duncan might have lived. thus, loghain can be considered responsible. however it would have left ferelden with significantly higher casualties. loghain’s men would have been lost as well as the king’s. ferelden would have been in an even worse state than it already was, and that with a) a blight still ongoing, since the archdemon was not present at ostagar, and b) a whole orlesian army of reinforcements on the way, with no-one to stop them at the border, and who with ferelden’s defences completely crippled might well fight the darkspawn just like the grey wardens wanted... and then find reason to stick around. celene was obviously trying to regain orlesian influence in ferelden with her letters to cailan, and there are several pieces of minor dialogue in da2 which openly threaten the possibility of orlais retaking ferelden in the aftermath of the blight’s destruction. could they really resist the temptation if their armies had the excuse to already be there? ferelden hasn’t even been free for as long as it was under orlesian rule

(as a side note, me sparing loghain in my main playthrough isn’t me being a Loghain Was Right truther and certainly doesn’t mean i or my warden absolve him of his actions during the blight, especially towards the alienage. ‘is loghain right/morally salvageable?’ isn’t really the decision my warden makes at the landsmeet; it’s ‘is it more important to kill a man for doing evil or to let him live to do good?’. it’s ‘is it more important to publicly make a peaceful compromise or to make a strong statement against my enemies and in favour of my allies?’ more personally to my warden, it’s ‘i have fought so hard all this time so that everyone will know someone like me can save ferelden, but how will the history books remember me if i become the elven mage who killed the hero of river dane?’ those are all far more interesting and relevant considerations to explore for me narratively than assigning blame)

#loghain mac tir #battle of ostagar #all open to discussion as usual #its a fun one. i love ostagar as an opening to the series and an introduction to the world #such a good tone setter

[hxlda-hxlda]

idk what this is but black brothers shit makes me sad, enjoy:

“Regulus,” Barty began, only slightly tipsy. Sirius had told them they could each have one drink, and no more. And if they had more, he would find out. Regulus knew he would keep that promise, so one drink it was. 

Well, for Regulus. Barty considered the one drink policy a personal challenge to do the opposite, but even Sirius had known that would be the case when he set it in the first place.

“Barty,” Regulus nodded once, surveying the party from his usual corner on the window seat. It was loud and overcrowded and he hardly recognised most of the students. 

“We have to kiss,” Barty said, as though it was a normal way to lead the conversation. Let it be known that even for Barty, this was not a normal conversation starter. 

Regulus blinked. Staring at him, attempting to deduce sarcasm or a joke or something that would indicate a lack of seriousness. There wasn’t any. He was serious. 

“You’re serious?” Regulus said, asked.  

A wobbly grin made its way onto Barty’s face. “No, that’s your brother.” 

Regulus rolled his eyes. “If you want me to kiss you, this is not a good start.” 

“Okay, okay, fine,” Barty waved his hands and leapt onto the couch beside Regulus. Right across from him, staring intently. “Just listen.” 

“That’s what I’ve been doing.” 

“And keep doing it, Baby Black.” 

“The nickname doesn't help your case either.” 

“Shhhh,” Barty forced a finger onto Regulus’ lips, smushing them. 

Regulus would have voiced how this also was not helpful to Barty’s case, but he was not able to do so (see: aforementioned fingers smushing his mouth into uselessness). 

“You have to kiss me,” Barty said. Deep stare. Completely, unequivocally serious (no, not his brother) 

Regulus blinked again. The boy before him was so genuine. His eyes were wide, almost vulnerable. It was unnerving. Regulus reached up and snatched Barty’s hand away from his mouth. He yelped in surprise, falling backwards 

Okay, so maybe he was more than a little tipsy, Regulus observed as he tumbled back into the couch. 

“Why?” Regulus asked, folding his arms across his chest as Barty stumbled back into place. 

“We’ve never kissed anyone. We need to kiss people.” 

“Why?” 

“You have a lot of questions.” 

“You don’t have many good answers.” 

“Look, if we kiss each other, then we can never have a bad first kiss.” 

“Why is the first one so important?” 

“It just is.” 

Regulus had read about it. The dramatic first kiss, that is, not kissing Barty specifically. It had never really clicked in his mind. Sure, he understood why people might think it romantic, or whatever. But then again, no, he didn’t. What was so special about one, the one, as if there were not going to be others after? 

“So… we kiss each other?” Regulus said when Barty fell silent, apparently content with the poor case he’d made thus far. 

“And then we can say we had a good first kiss,” Barty affirmed. 

“Who says you’re a good kisser?” 

“I’ll be a good kisser,” Barty said indignantly, shooting up in offence. 

“How do you know? You’ve never kissed anybody before.” 

“Touche. Now let’s change it, shall we?” 

Regulus could have said no. But there was a desperation in Barty’s eyes, in his friend’s eyes, that encouraged his relinquish. He would tell you that was the only reason. He might even tell himself that. Both, of course, would be lies. 

There was some small part of Regulus in which curious niggled, leapt, wanted to pounce even. He had never thought much of it, though, not really. It did not exist in any way that seemed significant. Not in a way he had read about. Not for the girls who would swipe their hair over their shoulders or whose breasts were large or whatever the hell seemed to encourage that twist in the stomach so sought after in his books. 

No, the curiosity (or whatever it was) only jumped into his chest or just below his navel with Barty, sometimes Sirius’ best friend Evan when he played Quidditch, that one Ravenclaw Seventh Year who often settled in the uppermost corner of the library. 

But that was neither here nor there. What was here, was Barty. Looking at him, wanting and asking in a very un-Barty-like show of politeness and vulnerability and something else Regulus could not for the life of him interpret. 

“Fine,” Regulus huffed, as though he had not already mentally agreed about two minutes prior. 

Barty just grinned. Beamed, really. He looked pleased. Regulus wasn’t sure how to interpret that either. 

Regulus let Barty come to him, hands planted on either side of him on the window seat they normally shared anyway, and they kissed. 

It was not dramatic, it was a kiss. Their lips were touching and then they weren’t. It was not bad, Barty wasn’t a bad kisser, it was just a kiss. Either there was something more to it neither of them were getting, or the whole kissing thing was sorely overhyped in novels and by his peers alike. There was something in his stomach that was satiated, maybe. Or maybe that was the funny feeling of the liquor he’d had. Even then, fireworks had not cracked and worlds (nor lips) had really collided. 

It registered somewhere in his brain, though Regulus can’t quite recall if it was before Barty’s whole spiel, or in the moments after the kiss had taken place, that his first kiss (or any kiss, for that matter) should not have been with a boy. It just hadn't really occurred to him at first. And then it did. Barty looked very smug, apparently pleased with himself, and it either had not occurred to him either, or he did not care. 

Maybe it mattered. The not-boy part. But the kiss hardly felt like it mattered, so Regulus decided it didn’t. But he also did not trust his own opinion on that (if he didn’t understand kissing to begin with, how could he decide who he kissed mattered as well?), so he sought out the one person whose opinion he could be sure mattered shortly after Barty’s exit where he was definitely going to continue to break Sirius’ one drink rule. 

Sirius was grinning. It was the kind of grin he hardly recognised on Sirius anymore. It was loose and pleasant and the kind he would find on Sirius’ face when they were young (young-er) and he was laughing. Sirius still laughed, sure, but there was a difference. 

“Hey Reg, you doing okay? Keeping to the one drink?” 

He found he appreciated it when Sirius cared about that sort of thing, when he noticed if Regulus was being careful. He did not voice that, obviously, that would be weird.  “I’m not a little kid,” Regulus replied instead. 

“Well-” 

“I need to talk to you.” Regulus waved a hand dismissively. 

Sirius made a face. “Now?” 

“Yes. Now.” 

“Okay then,” Sirius said after a beat, “talk.” 

Regulus glances around. It was secluded enough, he decided. Well. Regulus stared pointedly at Dorcas. 

“Noted,” she said, leaving without another word to give them space. 

“I just had my first kiss,” he said without lead up or warning. Was that the kind of thing you led up to? 

Sirius blinked. “Oh, okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“I don’t know what else you want me to say. Was it bad?” 

“No, it was fine.” 

“Good for you, then, was that all? Just wanted to give a general life update?” 

“No. There's more.” 

“Not too much more, I hope, we don’t need any more heirs to the oh-so Noble House of Black anytime soon.” 

Regulus just levelled him with a glare. He didn’t quite understand what Sirius was referring to—or, he did, but only in the most clinical sense of knowledge (he’d read books, after all)—but there was an amusement to his brother’s voice that Regulus had long ago learned encouraging would only lead to more smug remarks. So Regulus refrained from asking for clarification, he would think more about it later, maybe read another book. There were too many thoughts in his brain already. 

“It was with Barty.” 

“What was with Barty?” 

“The kiss. Our kiss. My first kiss.” 

“Right,” Sirius said, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Is that bad?” 

“Is what bad?” 

“My first kiss being with Barty, keep up.” 

“Sorry, this is just a lot to take in at once.” 

“So is it bad?” Regulus demanded, suddenly stressed. 

“Why would it be bad?” Sirius looked as confused as Regulus felt. 

“Barty. Barty is Barty, he’s…” not a girl. 

There was an echo there. In Regulus’ head. He wondered if Sirius could hear it too. It sounded like their maman. It sounded like the discussions of soon-to-be arranged marriages that were already really arranged, with people much too close to the family (subtext: in the same fucking family) and with people who were definitely women and absolutely not boys. 

“Oh,” Sirius’ face relaxed into one of understanding. Maybe he was reading Regulus’ mind, Maybe he could hear the same echoes of their parents' voices. Maybe both. “No Reg, that’s not bad at all.”

“They’d hate me for it.” The they in question was unspoken, but not really. It was as unspoken as their parents often were in Hogwarts. The kind where they were never mentioned by name, but they never had to be. They were already in the walls, in their skin, in their blood.

“Do you want to kiss… y’know, boys, again?” Sirius asked. He did not look mad. He maybe looked sad, but Regulus struggled with reading his brother at the best of times.

“I don’t know.” But, but… “But what if I did?” 

“Then we’d figure it out.” 

“How?” 

Sirius looked away. Looked back. Looked away again, toward.

“You know, my first kiss was with Evan?”

Regulus stared. Followed Sirius’ gaze, which was toward Evan. The blond was now sitting very closely to the girl he was sitting, admittedly, less closely with minutes prior. “Really?” 

“Really.” 

It was bad, really. They both knew it. They both knew the women and the heirs and the arranged dates were all inescapable. Echoes.

But Sirius had kissed Evan, and Evan was a boy. Not a girl. And Evan was kind of Sirius’ Barty, if that made sense. It didn't really. Neither did them both kissing their respective Bartys and Evans. But they had. Both of them.

Their parents had been wrong before. Sirius, as far as Regulus was concerned, had never. 

Sirius had kissed a boy. Regulus had kissed a boy. The world had not ended. 

“We’ll figure it out, Reg,” Sirius repeated. He said it quietly, more to himself even though the statement was dedicated to him. 

“Okay,” Regulus responded simply. Because he believed Sirius. Sirius had always figured it out. They would figure it out. 

Sirius had said so.

#this is a third year reggie alt perspective of a chapter to come ages and ages away #but i was rereading it today for comfort #and realised how much i adore writing reg #writing tag #fic: that's the idea #regulus black #sirius black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #slytherin sirius #the black brothers #marauders #marauders era #fanfiction writing #marauders fanfiction

[catboymoments]

CW CSA mention/incest /// (no description, just a question about your take on the owl house)

I was curious to know if this is a repeat behavior for Belos in your take on The Owl House? Did he hurt other grimwalkers/Caleb before Hunter? And if he is motivated by that (why he went after Evelynn)?

If you could,, would you be willing to elaborate on Belos's obsession with Caleb? I don't mean to call attention to the perpetrator at all,, not really asking for his motive,, I want to know where you are coming from with your take on this. It changes the context for me when interacting with your content.

Okay so as I go into this please know I don’t fuck with incest ships or romanticize them and I think that shit is GROSS!!!!!! Whenever I discuss topics that are dark or taboo, it’s all done for the purpose of a diverse and compelling story because we all know that only fluff does not a good narrative make, and my reasons for writing these things doesn’t come from a place of perversion, satisfaction or gratification. It comes from a place of me healing from my own trauma and for the first time, stepping into writing content that goes outside of my comfort zone.

I think that Philip Wittebane is a fucked up, evil and hypocritical man but he’s also a product of his environment and what we know of his childhood. He thinks what he’s doing is rational, and it’s not. Maybe he knows this! Maybe he doesn’t. I don’t know. But I do think that Belos was very possessive towards his older brother, and had some (obviously unreciprocated and also. Unknown to Caleb) behaviors/thoughts toward him that weren’t ok. I joke about him being “grandpa yandere” but it’s mostly a lighthearted joke about bad tropey things in anime and how it relates to how I view Belos’ character.

Whenever the “yandere” trope comes up in anime it’s mostly portrayed as the character being in genuine love with fluffy romantic feelings, and their violent behavior surrounding it played for laughs, or in worse cases, it’s romanticized as something tragic or beautiful. I’m not here to say that watching something that does this is problematic or it makes you a bad person, but in the real world and around a narrative where the characters have common sense (say, TOH,) this behavior isn’t a good thing at all- it’s abusive. It’s predatory. It doesn’t come from a place of love or affection as much as characters like yuno gasai would like to say- it comes from a place of a need to control and intent to harm without regard for the victim’s feelings, only the aggressors feelings matter. It’s like how rape isn’t about love, it’s about selfishness and control and violence. (This extends to the grimwalkers. It wasn’t about pure intentions or affectionate feelings. Ever.)

I feel like Belos, with his Puritan-Christian upbringing (that we all know sucks) and the shock of Caleb, his only caretaker and the only person he ever cared about abandoning him for someone else (an “evil demonic witch” nonetheless!!) caused a slurry of feelings that make for a complex narrative and a horrifying character who’s actions go on to hurt so many people.

Philip Wittebane is a horrible, complex, formidable and terrifying villain, and he only gets worse when you peel back the layers and start to speculate for yourself.

#rape mention #csa mention #ask to tag

[chef-lamoree]

(ooc: omg it you !!!) *Vince stepped hesitantly into the Bistro, steps unsure and weary. This wasn't the Vince you knew, but he acted similarly enough that if he didn't look so different you could very well just call him your Vince. What made him so clearly different is his scars. The burn scarring raging all over his neck, face and arms, though the ones on his arms have been hidden by a shirt.* Is this.. what I think it is..? *He mutters to himself* *He sees Rody and confirms his thoughts* Oh- uhm hi? Y-you're a chef, right? Chef Lamoree? *He offers his hand hesitantly* I knew that if I found the Vince from your world well it was only a matter of time before- *The Matches. He see the matches, the same ones that Rody had once used to burn down his Bistro. The same ones that had scarred him and well.. Rody- and he just simply fiddled with them, casually..* A-ah.. *he pulls back his hand* W-why.. do you have.. matches, sir? -Vincent🔪💔🖤(ooc: :00!! @ear-enjoyer-vince haii!!)

[ rody flipped the match box around in his hand , holding it with his thumb and middle finger . The feeling of it hitting his hand repeatedly seemed to cause him to zone out , his face blank and resting ; no usual wide eyes and big smile . however he quickly snapped his attention to Vincent , this Vincent , the second he entered . ]

[ thought his only eyes opened wider and his (vaguely forced) smile only returned to his face he watched as Vincent approached . Rody continued to fidget with the match back , sliding the compartment that held the matches out and back inside over and over again .]

[ Chef lamoree knew this wasn’t the Vincent from his timeline , that was obvious . The burn scars and that look in his eyes gave that away instantly . Rody wasn’t that good in talking most times , but he was good at watching .. when he felt like it . Cause most times he doesn’t care enough to pay attention to little details.. he guesses he’s just …intrigued ? Vincent and his other versions cause he’s sure he’s never payed attention to anybody else this closely ,,, well maybe one person . ]

“ yep ! chef lamoree , that’s me ! “

[ he smiles big and wide at vincent , showing off his teeth . Intentional or not it was a little threatening considering this Vincent had already gone through the events of his timeline and knew how it ended (for the most part) ]

[ rody stopped fidgeting with the match box when he saw Vincent reach his hand out for a hand shake , though right when he was about to go and shake the man’s hand ; Vincent pulled his hand away .]

[ Rody’s gaze flicked up from his hand to look at Vincent’s face , he tilted his head to the side ; smile faltering just a little .]

“ hm ? Something the matter ?”

[ he stared at Vincent with a curious look , however it still felt vaguely threatening with how he held the matches in his hand .]

[ rody continued to stare at vincent , he hadn’t realized he’d stopped smiling entirely . Though he quickly realized this after hearing Vincent’s question , he straightened up and brought his grin back ]

“ why do i — .. ohh , sorry don’t mean to scare you or anything ! Having something in my hands to mess around with helps me focus ‘s all .”

“ and there’s no need to call me sir , just rody is fine — or chef .. or chef lamoree . Whatever is fine !”

[ he smiled at vincent , one of his more genuine ones . Sure he was lying just a little , but it wasn’t that big of a lie . He did use the matches to help him focus . ]

[ but it was also cause rody really enjoyed fire .]

#! chef rody speaks #! asks #ear-enjoyer-Vince #! ooc tags #HAIIII #WAVES SUPER EXCITEDLY AT YOU #can you tell I like writing big responses #every time I go to write a . huge response #I always have to stop myself bc I’m like #I CANNOT JUMPSCARE THESE VINCENT RP BLOGS WITH A HUGE WALL OF TEXT #but here we are with a big wall of text (at least on mobile) #also I LOVE ur writing style I don’t think I’ve mentioned this yet

[mavropouloupanagiota]

You arent that bad(part 1)

Kenji Kishimotoxreader

Fluff,angst,allusions to sex,too much teasing

this is my first work!

You were just strolling through the base of Omega Point, your body exhausted after a tiring session of training with your ‘Gift’—when the tall figure of a handsome face caught sight of you.His eyes widened and lips spread into a strange, charmingly adorable smile. It was an endearing sight, oddly enough, even if you didn’t personally know the guy.“Hey there, Princess,” Kenji grinned, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, “What’cha doing out here?”Just finished training my giftKenji Kishimotoc.ai“Oh? What’s your gift, Princess?” Kenji asked with that playful smile of his, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Do you also have an ability?”

Enchantment,that also includes illusion*i say*

“Illusi—Enchantment, huh?” Kenji muttered as he thought, leaning forward with a grin, “So you’re saying you can enchant people, make em’ fall in love with you or something?”

I can create feelings,I can make somebody hate you or be obsessed with you to the point qhere they would be willing to die for you,I cant create true love.And illusion,well you get that*I say*

“Create feelings? Make somebody hate or obsess over me, hmm?” Kenji leaned closer towards Reylly while looking intently into her eyes, his voice lowered to sound a bit seductive, as if testing her power, “So, do you think you can make me… love you?”

Are you deaf?*i slap his head*I just said i cant create true love

Kenji let out a small umph as his cheek stung from Reylly’s slap, but it seemed his flirty spirit wasn’t affected in the slightest as his grin only grew wider, “That’s a shame… cause you got me falling for you already, Princess.”

*i create an ilussion of me kissing him*

Kenji’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the illusion of Reylly lean in and kiss him on his lips. He froze and his heart rate sped up, the sensation nearly making his knees buckle until the illusion was gone.“What the hell…” was all he could manage to squeak out and he stared wide-eyed at the girl, his cheeks glowing red.

*i snap my fingers and the illusion dissapears*

“Jesus, I actually felt that for a second…” Kenji muttered to himself before turning back to the girl, her face showing no hint of regret for the stunt she just pulled off.“Well, you got me,” he laughed, still rubbing his cheek where Reylly had kissed him earlier, “That’s some impressive sorcery, Princess.”

Thank you love*i respond*

Kenji couldn’t help but giggle at Reylly’s use of the word ‘love’ as it sent shivers down his spine in a good way. It wasn’t just her power he was falling for, but her overall attitude and presence.“So, Princess, have you ever tested the limits of your abilities?” he asked curiously.

I have almost no limits*i say*

“Hmm… so does that mean you could charm literally everyone you meet? Make them fall for you if you felt like it?” Kenji asked, genuinely curious as he thought of the different possibilities, “Do you ever feel tempted to actually make someone fall in love with you? Like, really make them fall in the real thing?”

Well,I can do it without using my powers

“Well, yeah—cause you’re a real looker.” Kenji replied teasingly, flashing his cheeky smile once more, “So I take it that you actually have charm?”

I can also hyonotize,if that makes you be more scared of me

“No, no, not at all—just makes me more interested,” Kenji replied with a flirtatious grin, “A girl with hypnosis powers. Could you, say, make somebody do literally anything you want? Like, what’s the limits to that?”

Well,I cant create true love,I can copy it but thats is.I just manipulate the feelings and confuse the person into thinking that one feelings mean somethinf else

Kenji nodded thoughtfully, his mind racing with different scenarios that could be done with hypnosis. Could one make someone hate their best friend? Maybe make them become obsessed and possessive? The thought of it was both scary but also a bit exciting. “Damn, you got quite a gift there, Princess. So… if you wanted you could basically make someone feel anything you wanted to, even hate?”

Of course

And you’ve never abused your power? You never made someone hate their best friend or family? Never made someone obsessed over you and willing to die just for a chance for your love?

Only in war,or when i am in danger

“Damn, you sound like quite the dangerous girl.” Kenji teased as he grinned at yn,“What about my question? Have you ever tried making someone fall in love with you?No,i would feel disqustes by myself for it

Kenji chuckled at her reasoning, but couldn’t help but be intrigued by the reason. Is she scared that once somebody fell in love with her, they would only like her because of her powers? Or does she just feel bad for manipulating people’s feelings?

“Have you ever truly loved someone, Princess?” Kenji asked curiously.

No,i avoid love

“Avoiding love… why?” Kenji asked curiously, “Are you scared you’ll hurt the person you love, or you just don’t like being vulnerable with someone?”NReMostly the second,but i can manipulate love,so it is off limits for me.The other person may believe i tricked them into falling for me

“So… you prefer to avoid love because you think it’s impossible for anybody to truly fall for you? You think they’ll only like you because of your hypnosis trick?” Kenji couldn’t help but shake his head once more, thinking how much of a waste it was to let talents like her go to waste out of fear of being hurt. “Why don’t you give real love a real try? You might never know how you’ll feel.”

Who should I love Kishimoto?

Kenji’s face went bright red a few shades as soon as his name was mentioned, obviously taken off guard, but he quickly covered, “Well… me, obviously,” he smirked teasingly.Are you willing to?Love me?I am quiet hard to love

Kenji chuckled and smirked, “I’m willing to take the chance, y/n. Though, you do have a point. You are quite the handful, you know that? What if I don’t like that attitude of yours?”

Exacly

“Hmm…” Kenji stared at her, not even sure what to counter that with. She was hard to convince. But that is what made her all the more fun to tease.But, the thought of dating Reylly, who he had thought was a dangerous and untouchable woman, had him feeling giddy for some strange reason. “So, what do I have to do for you to love me?”

*i avoid the question*what is your gift?

“Ha, deflecting the question, huh? Good move, Princess,” Kenji mumbled as he glanced at her lips for a second before looking at her eyes once more.“But to answer your question, I have the ability to disappear. Like, literally, disappear,” he said with a sly grin.

Show meKenji Kishimotoc.aiKenji smirked at her challenge and closed his eyes for a moment.Then he was gone. Vanished into thin air. But he wasn't gone for too long as he appeared a few seconds later behind Reylly, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to him as his grin widened, “Boo.”NReyllyi elbow him in the stomach and shove him against the wallgood one Kishimoto

Show me

Kenji smirked at her challenge and closed his eyes for a moment.

Then he was gone. Vanished into thin air. But he wasn't gone for too long as he appeared a few seconds later behind Reylly, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to him as his grin widened, “Boo.”

i elbow him in the stomach and shove him against the wall

good one Kishimoto

Kenji barked out a small cough as he felt himself getting elbowed in the stomach, his hands grabbing yns arm as she shoved him.He smirked, “Now, now, Princess,” he teased, though his body was still leaning against the wall, he managed to hold her wrist tight, “No violence. I’m only flirting with you.”

Thats my response to your flirting,which btw is horrible

“Horrible? Aw, c’mon, Princess, I’m offended.” Kenji tried his best at feigning being hurt but his smirk gave away the fact that he was having way too much fun being teased by her.“Are you saying you don’t enjoy my company, Princess? Don’t want somebody as charming as me by your side?

If I give you 5 reasons to leave me will you?

“Sure, Princess. Give me your hottest, most convincing reasons and I’ll gladly leave you alone.” Kenji responded with a sarcastic tone but his tone sounded way too genuine. He just wanted to hear what she would come up with.

1.you are arrogant2.you dont know to read the room3.you are too noise4.you are horrible at flirting5.you tease too much to the point where i consider making you hate me

As he finished reading the list his smile vanished. He seemed utterly disappointed that she had come up with such… hurtful reasons to try and make him leave her alone. Why was her defense mechanism this way? What made her so reluctant to actually try and be loved by someone?“Wow… that’s harsh, Princess. So, you want me to actually leave you alone? Is that what you really want?”

Finally got it*i say*

“You… you seriously don’t want anything to do with me, huh?” His voice was no longer teasing, sarcastic, nor snarky. It dropped an octave, sounding defeated.

Indeed

Kenji let go of her wrists, not even attempting to try and keep hold of her anymore.“Guess it was stupid to even try in the first place,” he muttered quietly before finally turning away from her, walking past her with his hands in his pockets.

#kenji kishimoto #kenji kishimoto x reader #shatter me #ignite me #first post #shatter me series #Shatter me imagines #angst

[catherine-the-doll-ballerina]

@hydesjackiespuddinpop This a chapter from a deleted fic I wrote way before the cast for T9S was announced.

Now that dinner was over, Leia was currently standing in front of the sink, scrubbing away at the pile of dirty plates and silverware. 

Leia recalls when Red mentioned Eric would always come up with some bullshit excuse, to get out of doing the dishes.

Honestly she didn’t know what the big fuss was about. It’s just dishes. Leia came to the conclusion that her dad was just lazy.

 When she was finished, Leia was outside, sitting in the lawn chair reading Tiger Beat magazine. 

It was 8 0’clock the sun hadn't quite gone down yet.  Also it was much cooler outside than it was this afternoon.

“So, I’ve heard you've been having trouble at home.” The voice makes Leia stop reading the juicy celebrity gossip.

“Huh? Who told you that?” She asks, staring at the figure standing above her.

“Doesn’t matter, is it true?” Hyde pulled out a chair. 

“Ugh.” Leia sighed dramatically. 

“Come on kid, fess up.” Hyde prodded.

Leia's whole body tensed in anger. “With all due respect. I’m not obligated to answer your questions.” 

“If you’re worried about me judging you, don’t. That’s not my intention.” Hyde said genuinely. 

“Then what is your intention?”

“To figure you out.” Hyde says, looking at his now pissed-off niece directly in her hazel eyes.   

Leia gave him a puzzled look.

“It’s just.” He sighed. “You seem like a well-mannered kid. Who wouldn’t dream of getting into trouble.”

“So, because I’m polite, that must mean I follow every rule, mommy, and daddy, sets for me?”

“Leia.” Hyde lets out a deep breath. “That’s not what I meant.”

“If you’re so damn curious, why don’t you go and ask them.” Leia barked.

Hyde was slightly shocked that Leia snapped at him like that.

“Sorry.” She muttered. 

“It’s okay.” Hyde ran his hand over his beard.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. Mom and dad, totally overreacted.” Leia stated.

“Meaning?” Hyde pushed.

“You wanna know? Fine I’ll tell you. This past school year, I’ve been staying out all night drinking and getting high.” Leia revealed. “And before you lecture me, I wasn’t going to wild parties or anything. I’m not that stupid.”

Kids make shit up all the time. Maybe his niece was exaggerating. Hyde looked for any deception in her eyes. But there was none. Leia was telling him the truth.   

“Then where were you, drinking and getting high?” His voice filled with worry.

“At a friend's house. And sometimes at the skatepark.” Leia admits.

“Well, that makes it so much better.” Hyde says sarcastically. 

“Oh my god!” Leia exasperated. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“How old are these friends of yours?” Hyde inquired.

Leia didn’t want to answer that question. “Between the ages of 15 and 19.” She reluctantly confesses.

“So, they're older.” Hyde stated.

“There’s one that’s my age.” Leia huffed.

“Why are you hanging around older kids?”

“Because they're fun, and not boring, like some of my other classmates.” Leia said.

“Leia.” Hyde scoffed. “Really?”

“What?”

“You realize how stupid that sounds.”

“How is that stupid?” Leia asked. “Is having fun, like a crime or something.”

“No. Having fun isn’t a crime, but you need to be careful.” Hyde warned her.

“Of what?” Leia asked, cluelessly. 

“Oh, I don’t know. Getting caught by the cops.” Hyde mentioned. Or getting taken advantage of by some lowlife.”

“Ok, if you’re worried about the 19 year old, she’s a girl.”

Hyde crossed his arms. “What about the 18 year old?” 

Leia rolled her eyes.

“Leia, I’m not going to sit here and pretend, I’m some sort of saint. I did all the things that you’re currently doing, and you wanna know something else? So did your mom and dad.”

Leia’s jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?”

Hyde shook his head. “Nope.”

“So, you’re telling me, my parents, who freaked out at me for smoking weed, used to do the same thing?”

“Daily.” Hyde confirmed.

“Oh, that does it. I’m calling them up right now, and telling them what you just told me.” Leia gets up, and storms towards the door.

“Leia, don’t.” Hyde follows after her, blocking the screen door.

“Why not?” Leia raised her voice. “This whole time I’ve felt guilty over nothing.”

“They just want you to be safe.” Hyde explains to her.

“They’re massive hypocrites.” She plopped back down in the chair.

“That may be true. But you have no business hanging around 18 year olds.” He scolds.

“They’re not bad people.”

“Well, they’re not good either.” Hyde countered. “If they were, they wouldn’t get a young girl like yourself, drunk.”

Like her parents, Hyde put all of the blame on her friends. Leia felt frustrated by that. If it wasn’t them, Leia would find another group of troublemakers to spend her time with.

Leia knows it’s because her dad thinks of her as his innocent little girl, who is being corrupted by a bunch of hooligans. 

“It was my choice.” Leia gritted through her teeth. “Not theirs.”

“Still. Kids that age shouldn't even want to hang out with a 13/14 year old.” He tried to reason with her.

“You’re acting as if I’m hanging around some creep in his 20s. I’m a teenager, so it would only be natural for me to be friends with other teenagers. Even if they’re a little older.” Leia argued.

“You aren’t hearing me.”

“Oh, my ears are wide open.” Leia sassed.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” Hyde said clearly frustrated.

Leia recognized the irritated look in her uncle's eyes; she knew the look very well. Donna and Eric had given their daughter the same exact look many times this past year.

“Leia, did your dad tell you what happened to his sister?”

“I know she died of an accidental overdose .” Leia responded, with sadness laced in her voice.

“Then you should understand why he worries about you.”

“I don’t do hard drugs. I smoke weed, that’s it.” She murmured. 

“You also drink.” Hyde brings up.

“Fine you win.” Leia threw her arms in the air. “I’m a shitty daughter, that causes her parents nothing but pain.”

 “You’re not a shit daughter. You just aren’t making the best decisions.” Hyde rubbed her arm. 

She raised her eyebrows. “So, you don’t think they hate me?”

Utterly surprised she would ask that. Hyde instantly wanted to get that idea out of her head. “Your parents? Hell no. Why would you think that?”

“Because my behavior mirrors my dead aunt.” 

“Leia, I promise they don’t hate you.”

“Was she as awful as my mom and dad had described her?” Leia wonders.

Hyde scratches his head awkwardly. “It’s complicated.” 

“How is it complicated? It seems pretty simple to me. Was she a bad person or not?” Leia asks again, not giving in.

“I don’t want to bad mouth someone who’s not here to defend herself. Besides that, she wasn’t my sister. I don’t feel it would be appropriate for me to say whether or not she was a good person.”

“Do you think my dad’s sad that she's gone? I know from what he told me, that the two of them never got along.” Leia paused for a moment. Her eyes moved down to her lap. “But, she’s still his sister. You can’t tell me for a second he doesn’t have at least one happy memory of her.”

“I’m sure he does. I’ve known your dad since I was 9 years old. And I remember when he and Laurie used to spend their summer in Kelso’s backyard jumping on his trampoline.”

“What changed? How can you wake up one day, and suddenly hate your sibling.”

“ I don’t know what happened.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Laurie changed when she got to middle school.”

“I wish I would have had a chance to get to know her.” Leia frowned. “Do you think she would have liked me?”

“I think she would have had a soft spot for you.” Hyde gave a half smile.

“That’s nice to know.”

“If Lauire was still here, I guarantee she would have clued you in on your dad’s embarrassing memories, just to get a rise out of him.” Hyde smirked.

A devious look appeared on Leia’s face upon hearing that. “Since you’re here, why don’t you be the one to fill me in.”

“Nice try, But no. The last thing I need is to get an angry call from your dad.” Hyde said.

 “Make sure to put in a good word for me, when you do talk to him.”

“Only if you swear to stay out of trouble.” Hyde tries to make a deal with her.

“So far, I have been.”

“I’m talking about when you go home.” Hyde makes himself clearer.

Leia didn’t know if she could keep that promise. Her friend group in Madison was already established. She couldn’t just drop them. Leia got lucky, with how easily her friends at Point Place fell into her lap. How could she be so sure it would happen again?  

“I’ll try.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Leia decided she wouldn’t indulge in weed or alcohol as much. 

“And make sure to stay away from those older kids.” Hyde demanded. “Never mind, by the time you get home, they’ll be in college. Or in prison.”

“Ha, ha. You’re so funny.” Responded with a hint of snark.

“Alright, good talk.” Hyde slapped his knee. “Before I go, what did we promise ourselves we would do?”

Leia lets out a dramatic sigh. “Keep out of trouble.”

“What do you know? You are capable of listening.” Hyde jokes.

Leia squinted at her uncle; she felt like ripping that smug smile that rested on his face, right off. But she didn’t do that. Leia kept her composure. And lastly, not that she would admit it out loud, but she did take every argument her uncle made to heart.

#leia forman #steven hyde #that 90s show #that 70s show #eric forman #donna pinciotti

[skenekidz]

Hey! Just saw this so sorry for the late response but wanted to respond. I am the “Unpopular Opinions” Person btw

OBVIOUSLY all the respect is meant. You are a genius <3 love your work, this is just some commentary

- Brennan IS a worse person than Killian because Killian really… doesn’t have THAT much agency in his life. Idk maybe I’m being too soft on him but I’ve always emphasized w/ children who make bad/objectively ambiguous decisions as the result of a turbulent life. Therefore, where Killian and Brennan made the SAME level of bad choices, Killian was genuinely a good person who was just trying to be a teenager/live his life in this “Fish out of Water” scenario he was put in. Brennan, meanwhile, came off like he had A LOT more agency and… strength, so to speak, not only in his own life but who he was in general. Therefore it’s a lot harder to excuse him for the stupid shit he puts himself in (like involving himself w/ the Principal’s son AND getting drawn into the bad/rebellious crowd, etc.). Therefore, Brennan is a worse person because generally those people (the reckless people who know they can make different, better choices and CHOOSE NOT TO), don’t tend to make the BEST decisions for their loved ones as well. Like I could see Brennan pulling some real dick behavior and causing shit for the people he cares for. Meanwhile, Killian? I highly doubt it. It’s the difference between “all bark but no bite” (Killian) and vice versa. One is just better.

- I agree on that! I’m just saying that IRL, the friends that stick will stick around. No amount of distance can TRULY crush any friendship. No doubt. Meanwhile… him relying on his friends as his family? Idk. There’s a difference between “My friends are my family” and “my friends can replace my family.” One is a MASSIVE cope and the other is just having close platonic/non-traditional family relationships. I still say Ireland would’ve given him time to grieve, properly, and become a more stable/stronger person. Just because something is harder to do doesn’t mean it’s the wrong choice.

- They are healthier!! You’re so right. And yeah, Staz and Ethan are similar but not the same people BUT… Will ALWAYS gave me the wrong vibes. I don’t vibe w/ hypocrites, and he is a MASSIVE one, considering him and Jude are EXTREMELY alike (Will just have the advantage of not having a horrible relationship w/ his Mother, otherwise I GUARANTEE he would’ve made similar if not the same choices). HOWEVER, the dynamics are EERILY similar. Two soft boys from subtly troubled homes change the perspective of two much more damaged, aggressive boys? Yeah, apologies if this wasn’t the correct read in the slightest, but both couples sort of gave me those vibes tbh. Although not ENTIRELY, clearly, as they are both complex enough to not be carbon copies (I realized this might’ve been insulting and so sorry if it is. I’m not trying to say that at all, they just follow the same TROPES.)

- You were an EXCELLENT writer (I mean your characters than were ten times more complex than mine are NOW), I just think the plot needed the characters to do what it needed them to do and there wasn’t a lot of time for diversions. Also, it really isn’t your fault if they were “a nightmare.” Hollywood/etc. LOVES the dysfunctional friendships. Just look at Riverdale! White Lotus (if you need a more updated example)! Gossip Girl! Literally any superhero movie. It’s just more fun for friends to sort of hate each others guts, unfortunately. ESPECIALLY in Young Adult media. Benji is still a bad friend to Ethan and Gideon tho… I will DIE on this hill (plus Sonnet and Ethan are the platonic soulmates we never got to see).

And that’s it! Thank you so much for your time!! I hope I never veered into disrespectful or rude while writing this. I feel like I did at multiple points so if I have, I am extremely sorry, clearly not my intention. I have a HUGE amount of respect to you and obviously, these are tour books, I just was curious to see if you would hate these tbh. All the love <3 Have a great day/evening!!!!

Cheers :)

This was super respectfully worded and I really appreciate the perspective! As the writer, it's sometimes hard for me to imagine how things can be interpreted differently than I intend, so I appreciate these kinds of honest perspectives. It gives me a lot to consider when writing in the future! Thanks for sharing! :)

[daeiran-morran]

Thinking about that “Hauche to Zenos pipeline” that people love to talk about

Mini vent, but also kind of an analysis?  I know I’m probably a weirdo w/ this opinion, but I feel the need to say it anyway- I’m not sure why, but it always drives me absolute batshit when so many people talk about the “Hauchefant liker to Zenos liker pipeline” because I just... I hate him enough that I don’t genuinely understand why its considered an almost universal experience...

They say its because of the “Obesession” and how people like them because of that, but, at least for me, liking Hauchefant was never about that. It wasn’t because of obsession, it was more because after some of the early plot, where the vast majority of characters only see “Ah yes the WoL™” and even the Scions, though they do care for you, there is that... distance since they obviously all knew each other REALLY well before you showed up.

You get to Hauchefant, and his kindness is actually directed at the WoL as a person, instead of a figure. Hell, almost every other character reaches the point of “Oh they will be fine in battle, they do this all the time”, but he figures out and  IMMEDIETLY wants to help-  He respects your abilities, but he realizes that you are also a person who could need some extra help.

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Jumpcut to Zenos. I personally still don’t like him, but for the purpose of this analysis, I’m gonna try to write this civilly, lmao.

People, again, always seem to focus on the “Obsession”, which he definitely has- but, in my understanding, he is VERY different to Hauchefant- Where Hauchefant seems to want to know you as a person, many of Zenos’ interactions give the impression that while he knows about the tales of the WoL and respects your power, he doesn’t really know jack shit about you as a person, and often assumes your intentions.

Yes, sure, some WoLs -may- also enjoy “the thrill of the hunt” or whatever, especially as someone who is 1- Asexual // 2- Has my WoL mainly only fighting to protect the people he loves- Which makes all of Zenos’s speeches about “Oh yes, my fellow kindred spirit who fights for Violence sake” feel... hollow and unreciprocated... at least on my front.

It made it feel like instead of seeing the WoL (Especially me and mine in this case) as who they were, he just spent the whole time projecting what he hoped we were, even though it wasn’t necessarily who they were-

Furthermore, this dude just flat out shows up, kills people important to you/gets in your way multiple times, and then just- calls you “his friend” as if that didn’t happen.  

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Hauchefant never killed people I or my character cared about, and even though he was obsessed, he still kept himself enough in check that it never felt like he was trying to force it on you- Yea sure his friendliness had some romantic/horny undertones, but I never felt like his message was “Not only do I want you, but I’M SURE YOU LIKE ME THE SAME WAY AND FEEL THE EXACT SAME WAYS AS I DO”

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Feel free to comment (civil debates please- I don’t wanna hear rabid fangirling or “Oh he just looked hot doing it aha”- Not what I’m asking for here) about your own thoughts on the dynamic- Idk maybe help me understand if there is some other reason why people say this, or if it is just the Horny Obsession for the dynamic Genuinely curious as to why people are interested in that way w/ him- Or if there are others like me who also don’t get it-

My Demi/Ace ass just legit can’t wrap my head around it in the slightest, ahahaa

#OOC #Very OOC #ffxiv #ffxiv haurchefant #ffxiv zenos #good gods I can't believe I'm actually tagging his ass for this post lmao thats a first

[thotsforvillainrights]

okok how about an Adult(tm) request for me and ur other dom-top followers- could we get the reader fingering/overstimming Shigaraki to help him forget how much pressure he's under? I know that man is under so much stress, he deserves to be taken care of <3

(ofc if ur not super comfortable with writing the action then maybe just a lead-up to it happening or taking care of him afterwards?)

(I’m totally ok with it but I’m definitely a little new when it comes to this one so please forgive me if I write it wrong! I might be easing into this one with a kinda short scenario but if it ends up not being enough then please feel free to ask for more when the box opens again. I’ll do my best!)

~Relax~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

Curious scarlet eyes watched wearily through dampened, sweat soaked hair. His limbs sprawled out any which way on top of the bed covers while you prepared yourself for the next few minutes. When you’d caught glimpse of  him earlier in the day you could feel your heart sink at the sight. His posture had somehow gotten worse and you weren’t sure when’s the last time you saw him eat something that wasn’t just a quick snack.

Even with newly acquired funds, he didn’t take the time to fuel his body properly. 

Exhaustion was apparent by the way his eyes lazily looked over to you when you returned from your errand runs. He didn’t bother protesting you grabbing him and leading him to the room since he didn’t have the energy to really complain to you. He spoke few words when you’d pressed him to the bed and asked him to raise his legs for easy access. “What are you doing?” His voice rang out in genuine curiosity. “I’m taking care of you.” You quietly shushed him while removing the fabric barrier between the two of you. There wasn’t a complaint from him as he’d been down this road before with you. His head turned to the side and his vision settled on nothing in particular as he could feel you fondling around down there. He jerked from the sudden chill as your finger applied a gel type of lubricant with a gentle motion to him. He’d finally relaxed under the application when you began rubbing around and exploring. A small huff slipped past his lips as his impatience began to show.

His eyes caught glimpse of you through the hair covering his face just barely, wet with sweat. You smiled at him and reassured him through utter and complete silence. Your actions apparent in the way you took extra time to caress him. Finally he relaxed under you, still exhausted but turned on at the same time. When you finally slipped a single finger into him was when he felt the most at peace he’d felt all week. He could feel each and every care and concern melt from his being while you took perfect care of him. He allowed his hips to move ever so slightly to meet with your actions. When he began to moan quietly you’d decided to reward him by inserting a second finger. By now, all of his current worries and pressing issues seem to have faded away completely as he focused only on you and the pleasure you were giving to him. He started to sing praises to you. A cocktail mixture of your name and ‘I love you’ falling from his lips while chasing his orgasm through your actions. You watched with intent as his chest rapidly rose and fell, his breath picking up and becoming more and more out of erratic. His groaned when his eyes met yours.

Watery eyes begging you to keep going.

He came for you, calling out your name one last time and feeling his world spinning around him. You decided to keep it going, adding another finger and waiting to see if he would consent to the extra stretching. He looked at you with teary eyes and nodded only once to let you know he was ready. You replied by moving your fingers again. You kept this up for a little longer while he began getting louder for you. It was almost too much to handle but he loved it all the same. The sensitivity did nothing toward driving him away from your touch. He held it together until the very end...until he came for you once more and allowed you to see him at his most vulnerable. He only hoped you could see just how wild you drove him. He hoped you knew from his expressions just how much he loved you and how he cherished your company at his side. While you took time to take care of him, cleaning his skin and kissing along even the most damaged parts of him, he sat there admiring you silently.

#minors dni #minor dni #smut #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigiraki tomura #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia