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absolutebl · 2 months

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Top 10 Great BLs That Are REALLY hard to find (but worth tracking down)

But you may want to go hunting anyway!

Seven Days

Seven Days: Monday-Thursday

Seven Days: Friday-Sunday

Japan 2015

Never doubt my ability to recommend this show. One of the best live action yaois ever made, with perfectly structured angst, fantastic characters and acting, and no problematic tropes (rare in Japanese BL). The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat there’s still some really cute mutual kisses.

Cherry Magic AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii

Japan 2020

The sweetest fluffiest magical realism BL, packaged as a pinning office romance, very low heat (practically chaste) but the cutest. It’s truly great.

Cherry Magic Thailand

Thai 2024

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth, with no-fuss execution from a consummate team and an OG lead pair proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up. Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it still stands. I personally like it slightly better than the Japanese live action, but I think that’s because I just really like Thai BL and I LOVE TayNew. Also all the kissing was both present and better than any other iteration. As it should be from Thailand.

I Feel You Linger in the Air

Thai 2023

IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL... from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show could easily have earned a 10/10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls in the final quarter. Argh. Whatever.

All about the ecstasy and the agony here.

Restart After Come Back Home AKA Risutato wa tadaima no ato de

Japan 2020

Atmospheric study in rural Japan meets complex family dynamics built on a romance framework of city boy meets country boy, grumpy/sunshine. It’s beautiful and icy sweet. Slow moving in places but ultimately worth the patience, low heat, low angst, and stunning.

Given

Japan 2021

Boy joins band, falls in love with other boy. The singing is terrible, fast forward through that but with the possible exception of the hair styles, this BL could have been made in 2015 and no one would be surprised. As such, it wasn’t ground breaking, but it didn’t disappoint either.

Make a Wish

Thai 2023

A doctor who can see the dead strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love (from Sammon: Manner of Death & Triage). Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not Ohm, but who cares because Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay AF - fag hag bestie and all the swagger. The cast is excellent but the comedic stylings are a bit overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency.

2 Moons The Ambassador AKA 2 Moons 3

Thai 2022

A Thai pulp that felt like it came out 5 yrs ago with many of the flaws inherent to that time and studio system, including manufactured angst and convoluted plot, but an ultimately sweet main couple that (as a pairing) feels a bit more modern and satisfying to watch than they started out. This will probably go down in history as one of the few BLs where I genuinely didn’t care about any of the side couples. All that said I find this show oddly appealing and rewatchable and I have no excuses for that.

I Want to See Only You AKA Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai

Japan 2022

This is a beautiful, well acted piece of cinema, about two boys who are opposite personalities and grew up together. Gifted and serious Sakura pines after outgoing eccentric manic pixie dream boy, Yuma. It is very pretty and this is the kind of atmospheric elegantly performed BL that only really comes from Japan (complete with dead fish kisses - what you though Korea invented them? oh no).

Triage

Thai 2022

BL does Groundhog Day featuring a doctor stuck in a time loop who must save a poor little rich boy from death by seducing the stuffing out of him, then PLOT TWIST, poor little rich boy must do the same for doctor! Unfortunately... stuffing keeps leaking. I thought the plot was engaging if a little redundant and occasionally exhausting. The pairs were all well done, low heat but with decent chemistry and the support characters were likeable (or unlikeable, as required). If anything, the romance arc detracted and distracted from the main plot, but that doesn't stop this from being a genuinely good show.

HONORABLE MENTION

Great Men Academy

Thai 2019

Bodyswap involving unicorns making a teenage girl into a boy makes this questionable as a BL (because, ya know, gender). But the fact remains that James is killer in the lead, and I (who do not like bodyswap) loved this damn show. Look, there is actual plot, hotties at boarding school, "bully the one you love" trope, some weird VR shit, very bad CGI, and yes, the boys end up together... whether they boys or not, so to speak.

Some of these shows may appear on a smaller streaming service, like WeTV, or they may be on a legal platform in your territory. I hope it goes without saying you should check there first.

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This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that went missing (or was added to a platform) after that date.

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matchaxberries · 11 months

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Hii I'd like to request Omega verse AU with alpha!Sun and alpha!Moon from fnaf x omega!reader smut. Readers gender doesn't matter so do what is easier for you. It can br headcanons or drabble, thank youu

Sun and Moon Omegaverse Headcanons

Alpha!Sun and Moon x Omega!Reader

Headcanons/Drabbles, Requested, NSFW (smut), Omegaverse!AU

Summary: Alpha!Sunrise and Alpha!Moondrop Omegaverse headcanons/drabbles with Omega!Reader. :3

Warnings: Reader with female anatomy, gender neutral pronouns used, marking, nicknames, feminine compliments, breeding, creampie, praise, degradation, unprotected penetration, predator/prey dynamic in Moon’s, Moon is aggressive, Moon is rough.

(A/N) Hey anon! Random fact, we have a Sun/Moon Pinterest board with 2,000 something pins. :3 I’m excited to write this for you! I’m not sure if you want them separate, or together, so I’ll have a section for Sunrise, then Moondrop. (Still in the shared body, just separate sections for when each is out.) I gave a few somewhat headcanons, then a little drabble about them. :3

𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮☀️

He’s much softer than his counter-part, I think that’s a given. He’s so happy (y/n) chose them as their alpha. He would never let any harm come to them.

He likes to mark them all over their chest, playing with it very gently as he’s kissing all over them, leaving those small bruises he likes to see.

He and Moon still share a body of course, he can’t take all of the fun. (Think of them like a system :3) He can always feel Moon lingering in the back of his mind, jealous he can’t be the one pleasing their pretty omega.

“(Y/n)?” Sun will question, as they’re panting and whining under him. “Are you okay?” He will continue, not realizing even just his scent is enough to drive (y/n) wild. While he’s toying with their nipples and leaving bruises, his scent becomes thicker with his own arousal.

When he’s aroused, he is aroused. There is no mistaking the tent in his pants, the thick air around him. He’s grinding himself against his omega, begging them to let him fill them up.

“Please let me breed you. I want to see you filled up with my cum, I want to stuff you full.” He will whine at them, continuing his grinding.

He uses soft, and cute nicknames for his omega. Things like, “sunshine”, and “pretty.”

His favorite position with his omega is likely just missionary, he wants to see their face while rutting into them, he wants to see himself entering their hole, and see the small bulge in their stomach form from how deep he’s hitting.

He feels a bit vanilla overall though, except the breeding, and excessive praise from him. He might throw in punishments though if they’re bad.

“Sunshine, you know I won’t let you finish if you’re acting like a brat.” He will pout at them, running his hands through their hair softly.

“(Y/n), you’re so pretty. You’ll look even prettier stuffed full with my seed, please let me will you?” He will ask, while thrusting himself in and out of their tight heat. They can’t give a proper reply, the stimulation too much, gripping Sun’s shoulders. They’ll plea weakly, begging to be knotted by the blonde attendant. Sun can smell their arousal, he can feel it. He’s intoxicated by their scent, it’s so sweet to him, it makes him ache from base to tip.

He will bottom out all the way into them, pressing a hand lightly on their stomach to feel his own bulge hitting against their stomach. (Y/n) let’s out choked sobs, digging their nails into Sun’s shoulders, tears pricking their eyes, running down their face. Sun will give a small frown, “don’t cry, pretty. I don’t want to hurt you, I just know you’ll be so cute stuffed full for me, for me and Moon. You’ll make such good pups for us, you’re so good.” He will continue to praise them, all while continuing his thrust. (Y/n) has already finished a few times, it’s too much for them and their aching cunt.

Though, Sun’s thrusts finally become sloppy, he presses all the way into them, pushing their legs up to make the position easier. His dick twitches inside of them, coming undone and releasing his seed deep in their womb. His dick will begin to swell, ever so slightly. He will pull his precious omega into his lap, wrapping his arm around them as they choke back small sobs. He will keep himself inside of them for a while, not to hurt them while pulling out, and so his cum will stay stuffed into them deep. He rubs circles into their back, “you do so well (y/n), you take your alpha so well.”

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓹🌙

Please. I’m soaked. This guy is relentless, he’s rough and kinky. The opposite of his bright and cheery counter.

He is rough with (y/n), aggressive. “You’re my omega, you know that hmmm?” He will pull at their hair, forcing them to look him in the eye.

He will study the marks Sun has left on them, with a small scoff. “Do you think those are anything? I’ll show you how well you deserve to be marked.” Which, also is sort of sweet? He does want the best for (y/n).

He doesn’t want anything to hurt them, except himself that is.

He likes their thighs for marking. He bites hard, and bruises hard. Far harder than Sun.

Sometimes he likes to make a game out of it, he wants to hunt you down like predator and prey, “My sweet star, I can smell you…” he will hum out, creeping around the house wherever they’re hiding. He can smell the fear, he can sense the arousal from his little omega.

He has quite the variety of nicknames for (y/n), including “my star” and “my prey”

His favorite position is all of the above, if he wants it he wants it now, he doesn’t care what his prey is doing, he’s taking them from behind, taking them in the shower, over a table, it doesn’t matter to him.

His thrusts are aggressive, fast, overwhelming. The tears that flow from (y/n)‘s eyes just keeps him going even more.

A small hum sounds from Moon as he creeps around the house, “(y/n), I can smell you…” he begins. (Y/n) stays as quiet as possible in their spot under their shared bed, their heart beating against their chest. They watch as his feet step around the room, stopping by the edge of the bed. (Y/n) holds their breath, hoping their scent of fear and arousal doesn’t lead him right down to them. But, they also hope it does.

Moon’s face suddenly appears with a sadistic grin in front of (y/n). “Found you.” He reaches his hand under the bed, grabbing (y/n) and dragging them out. He throws them on the bed above, climbing to rest over top of them, one hand holding their arms above their own head. He takes his free hand to trace a finger lightly over their cheek, then grabs them by the jaw roughly. He makes sure they keep eye contact with him, holding their jaw stiff. “You know the punishment for me finding you, don’t you?” He softly smiles, but it quickly turns into a smirk when (y/n) begins to move around, trying to get from his grip. “Don’t be a brat, your punishment will just get worse.”

(Y/n)’s legs shake under Moon, his thrusts becoming too much. “Please-“ they begin, gripping the sheets under them until their knuckles are turning white. “It’s t’ much-“ they moan out, Moon only takes this as his opportunity to fuck into their burning cunt harder. “Don’t cum, (y/n). You know the rules.” Each time they’ve gotten close to their release, he pulls out and will only rub his own length against them. They have quite a long night ahead of them, but they know in the end Moon will cave, and let them finish around his cock while he pumps them full of his own seed. Moon knows this too, in the back of his mind.

Word count: 1,194

Character count: 6,403

(A/N 2) Sorry this took me a bit to upload, I had written a part for it but it didn’t end up saving. 3: So I had to redo it, and it took me a little bit to remember what I wrote and to get the motivation back. I wish it saved, because it was a lot better than what I had written out now. I hope it still suffices. :3

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vase-of-lilies · 1 year

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Sunday, Funday

❀ Mommies!WandaNat x Little!reader (f)

❀ MD/LG dynamics, fluff, forehead kisses🥺, featuring Pietro!

❀ Request: mommies!wandanat having a fun day with little!r

❀ A/N: Thank you for the request, @fragilepuppi! I have adored and absolutely loved all of your requests so far. So thank you so so much! Sorry it took so long to post, I had written it but just hadn't posted it yet! But I hope you like it! This is a part of the Into the Tiny Verse series:)

“Mommy!!!! Mama!!!!!! Its Sunday!!!!!!!” You happily whisper-shout as you jump onto Wandas and Natashas shared bed.

Unbeknownst to you, they were already awake, smiling to each other as they hear your pitiful attempt to be quiet in their room as you try to sneak up on them. Natasha is a spy, if she can hear a pin drop in a room full of talking and dancing people, then she can hear your soft pattering feet against her carpet.

Wanda on the other hand, she knew you were coming in for the soul fact that she is emotionally connected to you. Her telekinetic abilities sensed that you were awake, and in need of something but felt your presence come closer to her. She knew you were on your way.

Once you climbed onto your mommies bed, they pretended they were asleep so you could have the pride of giving them the element of surprise. Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead as you smushed your way in between her and Wanda, and you smiled up at her.

“S’sunday mama! We gotta go have fun!” What you meant by that was a tradition that Wanda and Nat started with you where every Sunday the three of you would go out to get ice cream and go to the secluded park that stark built just for you and Peter. Your favorite part of the park was the tire swing that was connected to the large weeping willow surrounding the park. You could swing on it all day if you had the chance!

Your mommies helped you get ready for the day, helping you into your favorite pink, ruffly dress, the one with the bunny eating a carrot on the front, sat your wiggly body down on the couch to help you get your shoes on, and finally your jacket that you were stubborn about putting on. “But m’gonna get hot, mommy!” You whined as Wanda gently pulled your arms through the holes of your jacket.

“Sweetheart, its raining outside and its only 60 degrees. You are wearing your coat or we will have to have a fun day at home.” Wanda said in a stern but gentle voice. You sighed and nodded in understanding as she zipped your jacket up to the top. The two women smiled at your appearance and took a sweet little picture of you, grumpy face and all.

“Alright, do you want Peter to come with us?” Natasha asked, and you immediately shook your head.

“No! Only wan mama and mommy,” you looked up at them and they looked like they were waiting for something else. “Please?” You finished, remembering to use your manners. Wanda smiled and held out her hand.

“Alright, just us three! Lets go get your ice cream, and then we can go to the park. Sound good my little one?” She says and eagerly take her hand, pulling her to the door. Natasha shakes her head with a chuckle and follows along, getting her wallet ready for all the sprinkles you want on your [your favorite ice cream flavor] cone you get. As you skip along the hallway, they look at you in adoration, taking each others hands as they walk behind you.

Leaving the compound was easy as everyone knew about yours and Peters ‘situations’. And with how powerful the avengers were, no one questioned what was going on. Sure some people gave judgmental looks, but they didn’t care. All it took to get someone running away was a glare from Nat and a glow-of-the eyes from Wanda. They took care of you and protected you with everything they had.

As you got to your favorite Ice Cream parlor, you smiled up at the ice cream man. He was your favorite person to see other than your mommy and mama, of course! His name you didn’t know, but all you knew was he gave you extra ice cream scoops when your mommies were not looking. Wanda knew him personally and gave him a hug every time she saw him. They kind of look alike… you thought to yourself. But you shook off the thought and continued to watch as he poured extra sprinkles onto your cone.

By the time you had gotten to the park, your face was covered in icy goodness and your hands were a sticky mess. Luckily Wanda was prepared and brought some water and soap, quickly cleaning you up before you went to play. Immediately when you were let go, you ran straight to the tire swing. It was like the playground didn’t even exist! Wanda and Nat followed you, knowing exactly what you were going to ask for next.

As if on cue, you ask “Mommy? Mama? Can you p’ease push me? Wanna go sup’ high!”

With a big smile, Nat takes the first push, Wanda sitting down on the swing first and you happily climbing onto her lap. She wraps her arms around your waist and holds you against her tightly, not wanting you to fall off. Natasha pushes you both, the swing starting to move front and backwards. Your belly filled with butterflies as you soared through the air on the swing, your smile never falling! Your mommies loved it when you smiled like this, not a care in the world. Nothing could stop you form being this happy in this moment. Except one thing…

“Ok little one, its time to go home,” Natasha said, an hour later as you were now swinging alone while Wanda sat down on the bench. Your brows furrowed and you shook your head, holding onto the ropes of the swing with an iron grip. Natasha sighed and slowed the swing down, thinking to herself how cute you are, yet how stubborn and unwilling to leave something you loved behind for a couple days.

“Noooooo, wan’ stay here forever…” you say weakly, getting sleepy from playing so long. Your mommies knew that it was time for your nap, and you knew it too but was having too much fun. Wanda gathered your things, and stood up. Walking over to the swing she knelt down.

“Come on baby, we gotta get you down for your nap. Look how sleepy she is, Nat I don’t think that Bubbles would be too happy napping alone at home.” She brought your stuffy into this and your eyes watered.

“Don wan bubbles to be alone!” You said, jumping off the swing and into Wandas arms. She smiled and gently kissed your head, letting you fall asleep in her arms as she carried you back to the compound. As your head laid on Wandas shoulder, Natasha watched over you two from behind you, watching you like a hawk. Your hand hung against Wandas back and Nat took that opportunity to clasp a charm bracelet around your wrist, a small token of their love to you, and a little surprise for when you woke up.

Opening your nursery door, you felt Wanda lay you down in your bed, and you whined. You wanted to stay with your mommies, and nap with them. “M-mommy mama….” They knew you were too little to form any sentences now, so they obliged to your silent command and took you to their bed instead, Bubbles’s fluffy paw clenched in your fist. As they laid down with you, Wanda smiled at your sleeping form, sighing as you finally hit your dreaming state.

“We need a better way to have her listen when its time to go…” Wanda said to Nat, who fully agreed with her.

“Until then, lets just stick with bubbles being lonely without her. She has the biggest heart and would hate to keep him waiting. I bet she will wake up and want Bubbles to have a bottle too.” Natasha chuckles and wraps her arms around you and Wanda, relaxing into the bed with you and her wife in her arms. All safe and sound.

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blueywrites · 1 year

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little bunny and her wolf

(a repost because the tags ate my first post 😩)

this is just a teensy blurb I wrote in a fun little friendly challenge last night - 560 words of filthy monstrous smut with no plot, featuring dark werewolf!eddie x fem!reader.

warnings: filthy smut, 18+!! predator and prey dynamic, cnc, oral (f!receiving), rough sex, slapping, degradating names (slut), brief mention of blood, knotting, breeding kink

You like to say your favorite part is the chase. The adrenaline pumping in your veins, the fear spiking sharp and bright in your chest as you hear the bounding of his feet in the leaves, the ragged panting of his breath, the snarl of his laughter as you vault over a fallen tree in a desperate attempt to escape him. You say the chase is your favorite, but it isn't really. That's only your favorite if you're trying to lie to yourself. Because girls like you— girls soft and supple like little bunny rabbits— don't engage in this kind of play with their wolves unless they like what happens after they've been caught.

So, no. Though it makes you utterly depraved, your favorite part is not the chase. It's also not when Eddie catches you, riled from your fleeing, all manic grinning with feral flashing teeth as he pins you roughly down while you scream and try to fight him. You thrash while he shreds the panties from your sopping folds and buries his face between your legs, licking into you with a broad, rough tongue as you squirm and cry out your protest. And once he's drawn your arousal out— however reluctant you may pretend to be, your puffy cunt that drools for him before he’s even begun won't stop giving you away— then he mounts you.

You always fight him hard, try to keep him from thrusting home; he likes it that way. He always holds you down by the throat while he bullies his way into your cunt; you like it that way. He fucks you deep and fast, panting hot against your cheek as his body presses you down into leaves and earth and you beg for him to let you go, to stop, to please not do this. He growls as he ruts into your soft body, hips snapping relentlessly, mouth spilling wicked poison as he tells you everything you want to hear.

"Cry for me, little bunny," he taunts you. "Scream for me as I fuck you raw, you cock-dumb slut."

Your pussy flutters as he degrades you, and he laughs and digs the tips of his claws into your throat, just enough to have you whining high and desperate as blood trickles to stain the leaves below you. The bloodletting intensifies your fear, which drives the burn in your belly and the darkness in your wolf’s eyes.

Because Eddie loves to push you to the brink, to slap and pinch and fuck you so meanly until you finally unravel for him, crying out his name in a broken sob. Then and only then does he grunt into your hair and rut in so deep, filling you with rope after rope of his thick warm cum as you shudder and squeeze around him, quivering and weak with the force of your orgasm.

Finally, you've almost reached the part you yearn for. The base of Eddie’s cock swells, plugging you entirely with his knot. He sighs in contentment, sagging as the tension leaves him, body heavy and stiflingly warm atop yours. After a boneless moment in which you lay pinned helplessly beneath him, Eddie tips your chin up with a clawed finger and claims your lips, swallowing the sound of your scream— a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretches you so impossibly tight and rocks his hips until he cums again inside you, flooding you so full of his seed that it feels like he's invaded every inch of you.

That pleasure, that pain, that ownership: this is your favorite part.

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magnoliabutters · 1 year

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• TEACH ME •

pairing: jake sully x reader (na’vi, they/them)

summary: you want to make jake feel as good as he made you feel…

request: by anonymous; hi! um please do a part 2 for "yes, ma'jake" ✨ please ✨

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar 2009 spoilers, smuttitty, oral (m receiving), inexperienced giver, lack of proof reading (sworry), sub/dom dynamics explored, etc.

word count: ~1.6k

support your writer: reblogs for mister sooollllyyy 💙

note: yummy, my favorite kinda smut! ✨ hope y’all agree!

Jake’s hands rest beside either side of your face. You peer into those ember eyes. Your chest still rising and dropping quickly after the incredible spark of pleasure you just experienced. You watch as his eyes rake over your face. A smile slowly forming, starting at his right cheek.

“I think you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmurs out with a chuckle. “And I’ve seen so much beauty on Pandora.” You can’t help but blush. Your heart beating faster than it ever has. “I see you, Ma’Jake,” you whisper as your hand cups his cheek. “I see you, y/n,” he coos.

Your other hand is wrapped around his devilish waist. Slowly, your hand travels to his front. It slides over the smooth skin of his hip, stomach, and abs. His eyes shine with excitement as he watches over you with increasing curiosity. You bite your lip, knowing exactly where your hand is leading.

You gradually bring your hand to the place where Jake’s hip and leg meet. You watch as his breathing quickens. A smirk pulls across your face, as your fingers fall underneath his loincloth. Your fingers brush against tight curls, until they hit a hardened force. Finally, those eyes of his close. You trace closer and closer to your intended location.

With a slow movement, you raise up to kiss him softly. You whisper against his lips, “I want to make you feel as good as I do right now.” He lets out a gasped chuckle. His head shakes as his eyes open to see you. “Yes, please,” he murmurs with a slight grin. You lick your lips as your other hand presses against his chest. You continue to push him where his back falls gently against the mineralized dirt. His shoulders and neck supported up against a rock beside one of the tree of souls.

You crawl over his body. Your legs resting between his own. His hardened self pressing against your stomach. “Teach me,” you instruct. Your eyelashes fluttering as you seduce Jake Sully. He loses his breath as he watches you hover over his heated skin. “Teach you?” he asks in excited disbelief. “Teach me how to make you…” you trail off as you smile. Your hand covering over your mouth in innocent embarrassment.

Jake’s beaming smile gives you all the comfort you could ever need. “You can take them off,” he whispers as he nods down to his lower half. You follow his eye line and fall upon his cloth. You hook your fingers upon his waistline and pull down. As quick as you pulled, his appendage releases and smacks against his lower stomach. You watch in awe as it’s thick veined self made your mouth salivate.

He watches you, looking for any signs of worry. He is more than pleased to see you adjust your seat, excited for his girth. “What do you want to do with it, love?” he asks as he pins his arm behind his head. His other hand beginning to hold the base of his cock. Your eyes flick up towards him. You feel all the blood rush between your legs as your mouth falls open. “I want it,” you whisper.

Jake releases a sharp breath as his arm now reaches towards your face. “Where?” he says as his thumb traces over your lips. Your heart pounds, loud enough that you can hear it in your ears. His thumb pulls against your lip. “My mouth,” you murmur. He bites his lip. His hand travels to the back of your head. His fingers begin to intertwine with your hair. “You can if you want to,” he whispers. His mouth slowly opens. His tongue floating the the roof.

You begin to lower yourself onto him. Your eyes still stuck on his. You swear goosebumps rush through both of your bodies, as you slightly adjust your stance. Your hands now rest heavily against the tops of his thighs. As you draw closer, your eyes switch to the head of his cock. You lick your lips as you hover above it. He removes his hand from behind his head. He lightly guides one of your hands to hold the base of his veined appendage. He gasps at your touch and wiggles underneath your body. “This will help you keep it still,” he struggles to get out.

You smile. “Thank you,” you murmur. Your grip immediately tightens against Jake’s thickness. He lets out a quick breath. His eyes never leaving you. Your tongue brushes against his tip. You feel salt as you begin to circle around the head. “Y/n, yeah just like that,” he moans as squirms under you. He slightly thrusts into your mouth as he does. You enjoy the sensation of him against your tongue, lightly filling the space within your mouth.

You close your lips around the appendage and slowly take a bit more into your mouth. He lets out a deep, gut-wrenching moan as he struggles to keep his hips still. Your ears flatten. Your eyes raise to see the strongest man you know now vulnerable beneath you. Toruk Makto. You were the only person to have that control over him. And. You. Liked. It.

Your tongue flutters against his head. The groans he makes leave your face hot and flush. Following your instincts, you take even more. You feel his firm self bobbing against the inside of your cheek. Between heavy breaths, his hand falls upon yours at the base. He guides your hand up and down his shaft, never going past it’s middle. He prompts your wrist to twist as you come back down. Once you have a good rhythm, his hand becomes weak and lets go. “That’s good, baby,” he mumbles. “Don’t stop.”

Jake’s eyebrows wince together. Almost as though he was in pain, but you knew he wasn’t. You continue going up and down as you suck your tongue against his tip. You feel a prominent vein traveling up his cock. You gently massage it with your thumb. With that, he lets out a whimper. His eyes still closed, but now the grip behind your head was getting tighter.

He pulls you closer onto him. You dig deeper, wanting more and more of him. You try your best not to gag, but when you do, you squeeze against his base. You pull up off of him. Saliva strings trailing from your lips to his cock. As you wipe away the spit from your mouth, you catch him staring at you with absolute adoration. “You’re a quick learner,” he says with a weak laugh. You smile as you slowly lower your head. “You’re a good teacher,” you mumble before you slide his cock between your legs.

Jake releases another sweet moan as his head floats back onto the rock. His thumb rubbing against your scalp as you bob up and down on his cock. “More, baby girl,” he whimpers. “Please.” With a smile, you take in as much as you can. A gag here and there but you swear you can feel his curls at the tip of your nose. Your eyes are closed shut as tears form at their edges. “How do you like my cock down your throat?” he asks. His hand pushing down against the base of your skull.

You mumble against his cock. A pulse begins to rock your world between your legs. You were ready for another round. Making him moan is your new favorite thing. You continue bobbing, as tears shoot down your cheeks. You take a breath of air and immediately trace your tongue down his shaft. You move along to his balls, cradling them in your mouth gently. “Fuck,” he seethes out through gritted teeth as he peers down at you.

Suddenly, Jake grabs hold of your hair and queue. His grip tight, enough to make you wince, but you didn’t mind. He pushes you deeper onto his cock. He fills up your entire mouth, your throat. “Take it, baby,” he whispers. Your hands brace for impact against the tops of his thighs. He begins to thrust harshly against the back of your throat. He loves to hear the sound of where your mouth connects with his cock. “Take all of it.”

You hear his moans become lighter, shakier. His grip against your hair tightens and releases on repeat. You look up to him to see his eyes closed, his mouth ajar. His lips barely covering his fangs as his tongue is restless in his mouth. “Shit,” he mumbles. “Shit, I’m going to cum.” You pull away from his grasp and choke on his cock, taking everything in for these last few moments. You begin to feel him twitch in your mouth as his entire body tightens below you.

Jake’s moans ring through Ewya’s forest. His pleasure-filled groans slightly come out as hisses as he cums harshly against your throat. He continues to thrust past your lips until every last drop is resting on your tongue. You fall back into your hands as you rest between his legs. He continues breathing heavily against the rock. His eyes, those devilish, watching you. The side of his lip begins to snarl as he watches you with animalistic eyes. You swear this must be the gaze between predator and prey.

Quickly, his hand tucks against the side of your face as he bites into a kiss. You feel his sharp teeth dig against your lips. A slight taste of metal appears. Your tongues clash against each other as his hand presses tightly against your neck. He pulls away sharply, but leaves his lips a few inches from your face. His thumb and index finger tight against each side of your throat.

“Turn around. Get on all fours, like the good mate you are.”

note: the whole time i’m thinking “sorry ewya,” but i also don’t blame the great mother for wanting to peep on all the mating 😈

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metalgearkaiju · 5 months

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Penny Character Critique Analysis: Death, writing, and her relationship with Ruby

ALRIGHTY so this is officially my first analysis post on Penny as a whole, being said a certain screen here prompted it and after reading into a lot of things and other analysis in the mix I feel like I finally can sort out my feelings about the writing of this beloved character. I want to particularly go in to depth about how she was recieved as a character as a whole, her relationship with Ruby and ultimately how her death was handled. Being one of my most favorite tragic characters I really just want to pin down some thoughts I've had that I feel it is vital I get out. There will be critique on the writing here and there and a little bit of nuts and dolts (because you gotta admit their relationship was one of the most wholesome in the show) but AHEM hear me out yall, and truly while this character holds so much importance with me, along with that comes the genuine criticism of how her arc concluded as a whole so far.

Now let me get this straight. I was not really a fan of her dying a bit. At least in the way she did and ultimately I have a lot to say regarding it after a lot of thought and more research. And this is not just because of her relationship with Ruby (not even talking about the shipping aspect, it genuinely adding a layer of humanity to her and brought out so much character development between the two which was super interesting to me) but I'll get into that in a moment.

To be clear, it is obvious that penny is written to be a tragic character. That much cannot be argued. From the beginning, Penny is shown to be under a strict amount of control from Ironwood, and even to an extent Pietro's worrying for her safety. Which is understandable.

Penny is the first of her kind, an AI that can generate an aura and sentience. She is a war weapon capable of extreme destruction, yet she is given this soft and innocent yet aloof personality that contradicts that. Ultimately, she in some ways is a walking oxymoron. What she was built for (by Ironwood) and who she truly is as a person is really interesting to me from a writing standpoint. We are shown very early on that Penny is just like every other teenage girl, she wants to sneak out, she craves relationships and knowledge about the world, but ultimately because of her differences, there is a hidden barrier she can never cross.

That barrier is broken when Ruby enters the scene. Initially hiding her synthetic identity, this topic is very sensitive for her. She looks thinks and acts like a normal girl for the most part, but isn't. And this is shown to be an extreme part of her insecurities.

We are shown the scene where Penny saves Ruby's life by stopping a car in mid traffic and drawing attention to herself, and ultimately fleeing out of fright of being found out. She's is instructed to by Ironwood to lay low of course, but this is also likely due to her insecurities about being perceived as different. This all changes when Ruby accepts Penny as her first friend, holds her hands and tells her that she is valid the way she is. I cannot describe how this scene made me feel the first time watching it, but the comfort from Ruby telling her that it doesn't matter what's inside of her, she still accepts her as a girl and a friend and won't abandon her. It's perfectly executed, and all in all a really interesting addition to the Penny Ruby dynamic as whole. Penny just wanted a friend, and Ruby accepted her and validated her in her humanity.

We see their relationship begin to develop a bit and ultimately season three hits. Penny is used as a plot device by the villians as a message and ultimately offed in one of the most brutal ways. This scene is very tragic in of itself, and while Penny and Ruby had not yet been able to get as close, it was for sure that their relationship was certainly unique enough to where it really devastating Ruby at that moment. And with good reason; she was killed in front of everyone in the tournament to villianize Ruby's teammate.

All in all, fraud, framing, and Penny getting dying overall seems to be a very prevent theme that adds to the tragedy of this character.

Season 7 hits, and we are all greatly surprised to find Penny is rebuilt, and the fans recieve this REALLY well for the most part. In her short time she was a really interesting and honest to god adorable and enjoyable character, and she was no exception to fans. There is something so interesting about how you can utilize exploring humanity with a robot character that isn't quite human, but deep down craves to understand others and acceptance. Penny from the start is put in this box that separates her from others, but as her relationships fold out the lines begin to blur. Is she really just a machine, or is she much more than that? Ruby is truly a character that helps her find herself and truly learn about the world and what it means to have human emotions and relationships, and that in itself is beautiful. We have this character that is almost akin to an innocent child learning about the world, what is right and what is wrong, and what it means to love. Ultimately, I still feel like love in a general sense is a big theme shown with Penny and her friends, along with the selflessness she shows when anyone she cares about is about to get hurt, and that gives her the humanity she craves.

Continuing on with season 7, Ruby and Penny get a little closer, and the relationship is expanded on. Unfortunately however, Penny still has a duty to Ironwood as the protector of mantle, and that is her primary purpose. We are shown that the authority over Penny still has not quite loosened and that she is still ultimately regarded as a weapon, not a free willed person who should be doing teenage girl things (making friends, learning basic social skills and going through normal teenage experiences). Even with good intentions as a caring father, we still see some of that worry and protectiveness from Pietro as he is afraid of losing her again. Aside from her interactions from Ruby and gang, Penny isn't really able to just live as a normal girl, but is faced with a huge amount of expectations and responsibility as a powerful and dangerous machine that was built to stop evil.

Back to the point I was bringing up earlier, Penny is tragic, and we definitely see this in volume 7, and Penny still isn't getting a break. She is framed on live TV as a volatile killer and is immediately despised by the public. This of course is all a political scheme to sway an election, but Penny is just a tool for their propaganda. And we are shown how Penny's feelings aren't really regarded in all of that, and even Ironwood cares more about how he looks than Penny's feelings (and trauma) on the matter. This leads to the whole fiasco where Penny's decommissioning comes up for debate due to the fact that she is just immediately regarded as a volatile threat. This attack on her humanity hits hard, and weighs very heavily on Penny's heart.

Season 8 comes, and it just doesn't end with the tragic shit. This season however is really vital for Ruby and Penny getting closer and we finally see their interactions bloom, as well as getting some of those more sentimental scenes where Penny is reminded that she doesn't have to be like everyone else to be human, because she is accepted the way she is and not for her purpose or expectations. NND share a lot of hugs this season and truly bring out a lot of soft moments between the two showing how impactful their friendship is.

Ultimately as I said above, the bad guys aren't done. And this time, Penny is hacked and used as a tool to open the vault. The entire virus scenario is really hard on Penny and with the whole fiasco with Ironwood and his treatment of her she is really distraught throughput most of the season (rightfully). Through her expectations with higher ups, as well as quite literally suffering a slow and painful infection leading to her self termination Penny is in an extreme amount of agony. This doesn't help when Ironwood basically held the life of an entire city over her head should she not leave her friends and return to him to do her duty as a machine. And all of those expectations and choices are placed on what is ultimately just a teenage girl who is new to the complexities of humanity.

The points I'm mainly trying to make here is Penny cannot get a break whatsoever, she's under an immense amount of pressure and expectations probably 24/7, and once again she is used as a tool with no regards for her consent or humanity because everyone sees her as a soulless machine.

And I cannot tell you how frustrating that is to see such a sweet and innocent character be treated that way, but like I said initially, she was written to be dramatic, tragic, and excruciating.

Now let's get to the big topic on hand here, Penny's second death.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my share of tragic characters, and I fully believe there are ways death can be a necessity in a character arc to convey powerful imagery. Ultimately this comes down to my opinion as a creative writer, and I in all honesty am not a fan of how Penny's death was handled in hindsight.

Within minutes of becoming human and being saved from the virus, Penny is brutally killed by Cinder (once again) and dies in assisted suicide from Jaune. When I say this scene almost made me cry it was for mixed reason. While I saw this coming, it did make me a little sad considering she was ONCE AGAIN used as a tool by Cinder to get what she wanted. And while she risked her life for thousands, the only ever autonomy she had was choosing her own suicide in that scene, and that is extremely tragic and upsetting in of itself.

I can go on and on about wasted potential because that is a thing but characters arcs can be cut short sometimes. That happens.

But my issue with all of this is ultimately the aftermath.

We have this really important character character brought back from the dead, given character growth, hopes and aspirations only for her to be forced to choose suicide the only time she is given a choice for herself. And I'm not sure about how others feel, but as she is quite literally miserable throughout V7, V8, (and even shown to some extent that she was suicidal to an extent when she asked Ruby to kill her when she was infected with the virus). Giving us her final wish to die so that she isn't a burden or tool to be fought over conveys in all honesty a really sad message about her character and in of itself does a lot of injustice.

But once again, she is written to be a tragic character that doesn't get the good ending.

How that is treated after her death though is really where I have my issues however.

We see in volume 9 that Penny's death is somewhat relevant, Ruby hears her, faints yada yada, but immediately wakes up and there isn't much discussion beyond it. And what's truly annoying is that there was commentary released by CRWBY that the audience was supposed to assume there was an offscreen discussion about how Penny dies, and we are supposed to understand that. Of course we get that vital scene between Neo and Ruby that have illusion Penny tell Ruby that she meant the world to her to try and sway her emotions. I feel like that was a very critical moment in Ruby and Penny's relationship considering Neo weaponized pure emotion from Penny to hurt Ruby, and we are seen she is greatly affected by this. A lot of fans even took inspecting that this meant Ruby held deep hidden away feelings for Penny, which a lot of CRWBY (even Miles Luna himself) acknowledged.

In the end though, V9 doesn't really allow enough grieving time for Ruby and her death isn't really discussed and given closure. And that in itself isn't an issue, but it's where we go from here that I am really going to be critical of.

So we have some pivotal points:

Penny's death is never really a discussion, it's just washed over by team RWBY aside from Weiss's brief mention of it

Ruby's reactions to Penny's death (and ultimately the discussion of her method of death) is brushed over a bit, although not entirely

As CRWBY said, we were expected to have assumed it happened off screen, and that in itself feels disrespectful to the amount of character relevancy Penny had as of late

We actually got some really nice scenes from Ruby regarding Penny, however something feels off

And I want to talk about what exactly that off feeling is, because I truly feel like yes, it wasn't the time to completely mourn Penny in this strange new world, however if she is never mentioned significantly beyond this and brushed under the rug, I can truly say I'll be mad as that is a disservice to her character.

So no, I am not against the killing of characters, or tragedy for the matter, but I care about the messages you convey when you do so as well as what you do with it after.

Upon Pyrrhas death, we got the closure between Jaune and her we needed, the statue scene happened, conversations were had, and the discussions that needed to occur did. This just has not happened with Penny (yet) and I am honest to god just hoping we will see more of this in V10 (if that will even go into production) because Penny's relevancy doesn't feel finisher yet. With all the alluding to it all across V9, and the unresolved issue between Jaune and Ruby, I feel like there needs to be a genuine discussion about Penny to honor her character and give the closure to Ruby and Penny's intimate friendship. It's only fair to Penny's character, sacrifices, and the overall message RWBY wants to portray if they truly plan on keeping her permanently dead this time.

And regarding that, while I feel it is unlikely she will come back (I just don't want to get my hopes up because I'm kind of upset in general) I feel like RWBY has set themselves up to where they could do anything at this point so I say do it well. If you are going to keep her dead, address the themes, honor the character and give it realistic closure with Penny's close relationships (primarily Ruby). If this is in any way setting up a future scenario where mentions of Penny will be relevant (I don't even know at this point because we still have to deal with Pietro just having to deal with his daughter dying twice and just having to suck it) I will be interested to seeing how it is handled, because in the end the care into the writing is what I and others seem to care about the most and how you honor that character. For some that is honoring her death, and for a lot of people, it is that killing her at all was a stupid message utilized for torture porn with no real sentiment or closure to such an important characters commencement.

If the writers ever truly bring her back though, I hope they can finally honor Penny's wishes to have her own autonomy instead of consistently stripping her of her choices and using her as a plot device. And if she is to be dead, for God's sake give the closure needed for the intense and sensitive themes you wish to portray on a teens show. It's only fair to as someone who fell in love with this characters charisma and positivity.

I personally am okay with Penny coming back down the line (as it's been kind of set up to unintentionally imply Penny's relevance is not concluded or over yet, and her dying permanently opens up a lot of responsibility to properly address the themes RWBY chose to utilize) but whatever they choose for the love of god do it right. Penny in all honestly though should never have been brought back just to end her own life, I feel like how abrupt it all was and the immediate (presumed) moving on from it was weird and not considerable but that is simply my opinion.

That's all I have to say on the matter, I hope her relevancy is not truly gone and that Penny and Ruby can get that proper closure over everything that's happened because after all they've done to build eachothers characters and become the most tragic pairing in the show, its owed for sure, however it's gone about.

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i was wondering if you give me a matchup? I’m 5’2 love drawing and reading. I’m a history buff too so I like history uuh I’m introverted, shy. If i need to give you a cabin I honestly don’t know maybe Athena or Apollo.

Matchup Leo Valdez X G/N (Child of Athena) Reader

Hiiiiii I'm so sorry for the late response I’ve been very busy with school and stuff, I promise to be more on top of the writing for any future requests. Life just kinda jumped on me a lil bit :D

A/N: DON’T REPOST ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM OTHER THAN TUMBLR AND PLEASE GIVE CREDS <3

I put you in Athena Cabin based on your description and have paired you with Leo!! (Percy was a close second)(This is also post-war-with-Gaia)

(Blurb)

You are by nature a very intellectual and clever person, you find a passion in written words and stories. You were often seen around camp with your nose either in your sketch book or in your favorite book. You weren’t new to camp and had been there a few summer before Leo, Piper, and Jason arrived along with the rest of “The 7”. You had gotten to know Annabeth like the back pf your hand, she was the older sister you never had and you guys were often seen together throughout camp. Whenever she wasn’t with Percy she was with you.

You were underneath the shade of your favorite tree, with your favorite book, in your favorite time of day. It was quiet… a little too quiet. You paid it no mind and went on reading, becoming more and more engrossed in your book the more you were there. Before you knew it you felt a tap on your shoulder and looked up only to meet eyes with Leo, who quickly began to blush at your shy gaze. “Sorry, to bother you…. uh Annabeth wanted me to come get you for sparring since-you know- I was already headed over here… yeah” He practically melting. Leo had no idea what had come over him but he was a blushing mess and you hadn’t even said anything at all. “Okay, thanks Leo.” You reply getting up from your spot under the tree and gathering your things. “Of course, it’s no big deal or anything.” Leo had regained some of his confidence and had the biggest grin on his face. Book and sketchpad in hand you headed down the trail toward the arena with Leo close behind. Little did you know you’d be seeing a lot more of him from now on. You and Leo began to meet up more frequently at your spot, you admitted to liking its safety and quiet and slowly you found yourself opening up to him. He was almost the complete opposite to you, yet somehow your friendship only bloomed from there.

(Headcanons)

Once you and Leo are finally Dating, you both make plans late at night to meet up in Bunker 9 as his finishes his tinkering you are able to finish your drawings.

Since you tend to be on the quieter side Leo loves to find different ways to make you laugh. He loves your laugh so much oml. Yes, he’s definitely more extroverted but I feel like its a nice balance to your introverted side, kinda like fire and rain.

He would love it if you read aloud to him while he’s working on his newest project.

All of your drawings are pinned up on/ around his bunk and workspace. (Some you gave him and some of them he took…)

He once made you this really cool pen that had different colors and tips that were interchangeable. You use it all the time.

You drew him this really hella cool sketch of Festus, which he did not stop bragging about for like 2 weeks. It’s now the only framed drawing above his bed.

You both have matching converse, his has the sun embroidered on it, yours has the moon. Both of them have little sharpie doodles on the white part of the tip of the shoe.

While your hands are probably more on the colder side, Leo’s hands are like burning…(literally lmao). So you both always comment on the other’s temperature.. “geez your hands are freezing” or “Oh my gods, Leo your hands are burning up”. (It never matters to you guys though).

Overall you guys have the best dynamic making many a camper jealous of the perfect balance the two of you have found. <3

Thank you so much for the request!! I hope you liked it, I did the best I could with the description given!! :))

<3 Anna

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pikahlua · 1 year

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I have a question

But I really want to ask just from a writing standpoint, no ships or anything

Do you like Izuku and Ochaco's development as possible (or probable? idk where Hori wanna go with that) romance?

Cause I appreciated it (even tho it felt like the usual shonen romance) till the return of Izuku to UA, which made me see them more as platonic (and made me appreciate their bond way more tbh)

So from a writing standpoint, I'm not exactly a romance aficionado. It can really only come down to my preferences in what I like in a romance, but there are just some cheesy romance tropes I'm not into. I do think it's perfectly viable to analyze any relationship in any property, MHA included, for whatever dynamic you want. If you ask me to take a look at the potential romance in Izuku and Ochako's relationship, I can do that.

That said, this is a warning to hard-line IzuOcha shippers: I can't guarantee you'll enjoy everything I write about in this post.

To me, there are five major "sagas" in their relationship. Some of these I like, some of these I don't.

Saga 1: Beginning through the Internships Saga 2: Final Exams through Kamino Saga 3: Provisional License Exam through School Cultural Festival Saga 4: Joint Training Arc through Paranormal Liberation War Saga 5: Deku Retrieval Arc through to the present

Saga 1 was my favorite. This was when they were still getting to know each other and becoming friends. I like this part best because Ochako has the most characterization in the show. Her personality shines through and she's very entertaining. I also thought the stuff that happened between them in the Sports Festival was some of the most refreshing writing of opposite-sex characters I've seen in a while, platonic or romantic. Ochako has personal motivations that can be in conflict or in harmony with her relationship with Izuku, and the manner in which they interacted showed a special type of relationship for Izuku that he didn't have with any other character. It was nice variety in the context of everything else the show was giving us at the time. I wasn't necessarily dying for romance, because I do love a good platonic opposite-sex friendship too. But if it did take a romantic direction, I was excited to see how it went at the time.

Saga 2 just felt like it shoehorned the crush thing in there. It didn't really come from anything that came before it. I thought it was gonna be a good opportunity for some romantic humor, but it just turned out to be a bunch of embarrassed blushing and not much else. Wasn't really my thing.

Saga 3 tried to add something interesting to the mix with Ochako's jealousy which she tries to deny and squash, but...it doesn't come across as particularly deep or well-developed. Horikoshi kinda just throws it out there and then immediately ditches it. I wouldn't have been so annoyed if it didn't encompass all of Ochako's character for this saga. She didn't really do much of anything else at all. Even in the Overhaul arc, she didn't get any meaningful spotlight, and I mean this from an action perspective. After the awesome action she got in the Sports Festival, Horikoshi really pulled back on her and it felt like he was too afraid to make her get dirty and fight again, save for a brief moment when she pinned Toga in the woods at summer camp. I liked it better when Izuku was pining a bit after Ochako than the other way around.

Saga 4 was a bit better. There was finally some meaningful development between them with Ochako getting inspired to update her costume, saving Izuku as a development of her new character question of "who saves the heroes?", and--my favorite part--when she decides to trust Izuku when he says he can take Shinso on alone and she goes to take care of business elsewhere. But I notice these developments I like also happen to have non-romantic elements to them. It's really just when things are one-dimensionally romantic that I'm super disinterested. I like the complexity of other feelings even in their easy friendship. Platonic friendship that leads into budding romance brings at least a bit more flavor in the writing. That said, it's not a whole ton of flavor. I can see why other people would like it, but it's not the MOST exciting for me personally.

Saga 5 is again more exciting to me because of the non-romantic elements, kind of like you say. It's not that it's necessarily platonic, but it's just more interesting that Ochako's feelings seem more complicated now, and Toga has been added to the mix too. What we get in this saga especially puts me in a weird position where I'm rooting for Izuku and Ochako NOT to get together in the end, not because I don't like them or have a problem with the ship, but because it makes the overall story about their relationship since the beginning..."make sense" isn't the right phrase. It's just an interesting take on the trope in this genre. I really like the message it could potentially deliver on. I'm just not a big romance person in the first place, so the whole "there are even deeper things happening between people than just high school crushes" angle that doesn't necessarily mean romance speaks more to me. I don't really know what we get out of them getting together if that happens. But, as I said, I'm not big on romance to begin with, so I'm not the best judge of this. It could be we get a great message out of it and I'm just really bad at being able to see that at this stage. I will still be forced to lament what was lost in that case, though--because we would lose the far more interesting take on the trope if they were not to get together.

And that's why I say I'm not anti-IzuOcha, just anti-IzuOcha in canon. I think they're cute together and I really love their earlier dynamic. I think the fanart of them is cute. I love when they get along doing things. I love when people create excellent fan content for their favorite pairings. I just most like the idea of an ending where they don't end up together for the purposes of my own intrigue.

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"Jimmy barely has a second to think before he’s fully tripped, shrieking as he falls face-first into the grass. His arms crush beneath him, bouts of dull pain racking his upper half and triggering a groan. That feeling of being chased still courses through him, unable to wipe the giddy grin from his face as he attempts to get up. Something keeps one leg down, though, causing further prevention.

When he turns to look, he sees Tango with a rather predatory glint in his eye, holding his ankle.

“Got’cha.”

“No, Tango, no-”

“Nuh-uh! You wanna play like that, you’re gonna pay,” Tango says, now crawling forward and over his legs. When Jimmy’s ankle is free, the only thing he can do is flop over and attempt to scoot away.

And oh, does he try to get away. He tries so very hard, but suddenly Tango is halfway up his body and keeping him caged. The only option is to hold onto the map for dear life, as his back finally presses against the ground.

Then, still grinning, Tango is looming over him. He rests on one arm, while the other hand pins down Jimmy’s wrist of the hand that holds the map. Tango stares down with an alarming expression that Jimmy can hardly place as his brain runs a million miles an hour. He feels Tango’s weight, surprisingly strong legs pressing at the sides of Jimmy’s legs and keeping him from moving.

Both of them breathe heavily, hot air mixing with the late afternoon’s breeze in the bit of space between their faces. Tango doesn’t get too close, but just close enough that Jimmy can make out the beads of sweat on the sides of his temples, the little red marks in his cheeks looking so bright. There is heat beneath Jimmy’s collar, making him feel as though they are not outside, laying in a field—but rather, suddenly back in a closet in the palace.

“I told you, I got'cha,” Tango says, “Now hand over that map.”

Even with the sudden wave of nervousness that rushes from his stomach, Jimmy smirks. He clenches the map harder in his fingers.

“You’re gonna have to take it yourself.”

“You think I can’t, huh?”"

(being anon...can't send screenshot so deal with the text instead FHHFHF)

I NEED TO KNOW. EVERYTHING. ABOUT THIS. ITS ONE OF THE PARTS OF GOLDEN RINGS THAT WONT LEAVE ME ALONE, ROSE.

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the way i didn't even read through the entire first paragraph before knowing EXACTLY what scene this was from, haha! fear not, excited anon, as you are not alone—i genuinely think about this scene all the time and it still is one of my favorites. Yeah, so I will be completely honest when I say this scene was... entirely unintentional aside from me saying, very specifically, that I needed a distraction for the horse to run away. But I went into it not knowing a damn thing about what would come of that requirement, and this just.. fell out of my brain. It's very much turned into a super pivotal moment for them, I think, in Tango and Jimmy's level of comfort with each other? In the way that even in the midst of a little tiff, they ended up letting it go and playing around? Like they're no strangers, in this fic, to messing with each other. But this whole scene felt like a step further, y'know? Just some good ol' fashioned friendship development. ... yeah, okay, fine I'll talk about. um. their precarious positioning. I am.. a huge sucker for a lighthearted (and tiny) power dynamic, in the way that Tango is so determined to get the map that he has Jimmy literally pinned down but Jimmy's so stubborn that he still refuses, despite clearly being very flustered. to ME it is also that jimmy is like, inherently in the lower part of the dynamic, but still fights it and that just feels very jimmy to me, y'know? This exchange—

“You’re gonna have to take it yourself.”

“You think I can’t, huh?”" —is my favorite. They are just FEEDING into each other's weird, charged, playful stubbornness and it's sooo good. That was always something I wanted to capture, was both of their stubborn natures (despite being manifested in very different ways) and that feels really present in this part. I feel like it came across fairly well throughout the fic itself, but this scene specifically is where I feel I nailed it. Even if it's not a super serious scene. also: god that callback to the closet in "There is heat beneath Jimmy’s collar, making him feel as though they are not outside, laying in a field—but rather, suddenly back in a closet in the palace", a scene which shares the same energy... past rose, you're a fucking genius. I remember very specifically referencing that on purpose, once I had decided this is the direction I wanted to take. Because it's just!! it's a killer callback!! it's a theme with tango and them being playful and revealing the more fun, innocent (to an extent..) sides of themselves! AND THEY'RE BEIN' REAL GAY ABOUT IT- gets shot

genuinely, i was just so giddy that i had managed to create a sense of tension, y'know? like, i love reading really charged scenes, and that was the perfect opportunity. especially because it was necessary for plot development in this case. if you remember too, just after this, we have the part where tango bears his teeth. and i just. they. i'm. i'm JUST. ahem. anyway. if anyone hasn't seen it, my beloved bestest friend has made some really amazing art of this scene. go check it out, it's just. i'm. they're so gay. in complete honesty, that's kinda all i have to say about it for now! if i think of anything else i'll just put it in a reblog, but like. yeah. i love this scene a LOT and it's just like.. i was so excited when i posted the chapter with this bit because all of you LOVED it. thank you for the ask, excited anon! hopefully this was a good lil sneak peek into some of my thoughts about it. <3 if anyone wants to send in a scene for commentary, the ask game is here! i might take a bit to get to it, but i love doing this!! so!! please do :D

#seasonal-asks #golden rings au #excited anon #seasonal-ask-games

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a-skirmish-of-wit-and-lit · 2 years

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Book Review: The Final Empire (Mistborn #1) by Brandon Sanderson

You know, there's just something about rebellions and heists that do it for me. (At least in fiction.)

More often than not, those two tropes hold me hostage, squeezing spirit and adventure from me with an iron grip, and I think it's because they're usually predicated on a band of misfits who are arbitrarily thrown together to stir up chaos, challenge the status quo, and overthrow the yoke of oppression they're living under. There's a spark in that for me. A level of intrigue and relatability that centers me in the story and encourages me to live in it. Fight in it. Suffer in it for a while.

The truth is, I like feeling my way through a story with trembling hands and a bloodied mouth sometimes--my mind jumping, my body rolling, my heart rupturing as I leap over one dystopian stake at a time.

Sometimes I need a book that will do that for me. Sometimes, I am willing to trade off pretty prose for an actionable plot that allows me to be the sword that slices at the head of tyranny. Sometimes I want it to be gritty. Ashen. Deadly. Sometimes, I need to be immersed in a world that will swallow me whole and cloak me in its magic.

Luckily, The Final Empire was able to do all of that and more.

The world building in this book was incredible. I thought the hierarchy Sanderson put into place with the Lord Ruler, the Inquisitors and obligators, the nobility, and the skaa slaves and street "criminals" was imaginative and well-structured. It felt true to life. Especially with how beaten down the people had become after one thousand years of oppression. I also loved how detailed he was about Allomancy and Feruchemy. Not only was it interesting to learn about the different powers each provided and where they came from, but I don't think I've encountered a magic system centered around metals before, and I liked the uniqueness of that. It was refreshing.

The characters were engaging, too. Kelsier had a dynamic energy about him that was half charm, half recklessness. I never could pin down what he was going to do. Or what action he was going to take next. He was a bit of a wild card, which is part of what made him so damn commanding on the page. Vin, on the other hand, reminded me a lot of Katniss Everdeen. She was distrustful of everything because of her rough life on the streets, where she experienced a lot of hardship and abuse, and that made her not only reluctant to join the rebellion but hesitant to believe it would succeed.

I will admit I didn't get attached to the rest of the crew as much as I did, say, with the Six of Crows gang, but I appreciated the individual skills they brought to the team. I also liked how they came from various backgrounds and walks of life. Sazed and Elend were probably my favorites of all the secondary characters. I love me some scholars, what can I say? The forbidden attraction/love element between Vin and Elend was an added bonus.

The plot twists were to die for as well. LITERALLY. Lord Ruler, take me now!

I only have two complaints overall: 1) The prose was more prosaic than it needed to be. Just a sprinkling of evocative imagery or description would have enriched the plot immeasurably, would have made the world more colorful than it already was. 2) There was a woeful lack of female characters. I loved that Vin was one of the protagonists, but couldn't there have been another woman or two in the rebellion crew? Something? Come on, now.

Other than that, this was a stellar ride! I've never been happier to charge through the mists with a mistcloak and a vial of metals in my life.

4.5/5 stars

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slowjamastan · 1 year

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feeling sick and miserable again today. (finally going to the doctor tomorrow yippee.....) cough cough choke hack. ouchie

anyway im reliving my favorite books fanfics rn and weeping like a sailors widow over my little meowmeows

S&D is rough to start but when it picks up its like being electrocuted over n over for 350k words, i love it sm. inside my head i have Animatics. I Have Fancomics. I have vivid hallucinations of oil paintings of my favorite scenes. its such a Thing for me. ive attempted a fancomic already and then misplaced the sketchbook oops. god, dude. im going insane rereading this for the 3rd time, and im not even at the part that Kills me Kills me Kills me kills me kills me yet. i just got thru the AMA section and my little meowmeow scrungilophagus is rotating in my mind at suucccch a pace. hes playdoh im squashing him. him and his little sideplot normie life<3

also iv been trying to nail down my ideal Dynamics between a certain group of characters, because i love the multitudes of anything goes but id like to have my jumping off point since im trying to write more things down. and im realizing once again that SogS is So So So Correct. no one has ever been more correct than SogS. the emotional distance the struggle for connection the desire to be seen and loved despite everything. i reread half of it a while ago and Couldnt Handle it and quit. it hurts me so much but i need to see it through because no one has ever done to me what that fic did to me. i need that fic printed and bound and on my shelf so i can highlight it and annotate and circle sections and then ill tear it up and eat it.

its so hard to write things in general. im not good at making words do a vibe justice. im good at simplifying things ,not making them poetic. and then realizing i dont know what i want? earth shattering. i dont want them to be ooc but i dont know what ic should look like and research into canon is just making me even more Ouughhh. you know. SogS slots so well into canon and i didn't even realize it. but i dont want exactly that, i want more to it. im biting off more than i can chew writing ability-wise. i need like, a corkboard and red strings to get the right amount of dimension between these people. worst of all i know once i get a pin in exactly the character relationships i know in my heart are true, it'll blow a hole right thru some favorite ships. im gonna ruin fun things for myself by being annoying about chr portrayals..... whatever lol

#post #fanfic sperging (not mine dont steal)

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theunrealinsomniac · 2 years

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What is your favorite NaruSaku moment in Part I and Part II? (If it's something you've answered then sorry)

Also, if they were to have some strong defining moment as adults in canon universe (let's call it theoretical "Part III") what do you think it would be? (other than love confession since I think it's too obvious)

I don't believe I have answered this.

It's a bit hard to pin down my exact favourite moment from Canon for them.

In Part 1 there's the time when Naruto went feral cos Gaara attacked Sakura, loved that moment. There's all the moments where got to goof around together. When they're cheering each other on during the Chunin Exams is excellent.

And yeah, we have the Promise Of A Lifetime moment, with Naruto's sad smile then his radiant one which only makes Sakura cry more. I'm not keen on that one cos I love Naruto and you can see the pain in his face if you look.

I think my fave NaruSaku moment in Part 1 is in The Chunin Exams when Sakura is cheering on Naruto to kick Kiba's arse lol. I just like a supportive Sakura lol.

As for Part 2 ... Oh dude, where to even start. There are so, so many to choose from but I think my favourite, and most people's favourite, has got to be The Hug.

That is I think, their best moment in Canon. It covers every element of their relationship and it is, to put it bluntly, something that would normally be an indicator on what the final couple was going to be.

I'm not going to argue with anyone about that, I'm talking from the POV of a writer with 16 years of experience. The way the crowd parts, the way the 'camera' zeroes in on Sakura's face as she softly hugs Naruto ... that's an Endgame Couple moment. Clear as day.

But I digress.

As for what we might have had for moments in a hypothetical Part 3 where Canon didn't jump a whole tank of sharks?

Well ... yeah, sorry dude, a confession might be obvious but it's an undeniable Moment lol.

But let's take that moment as read, it's gonna be there. Let's go elsewhere.

Sakura being jealous of Naruto's new popularity with women could lead to some fun NaruSaku moments. Especially before they get together. Can you imagine the conflict in Sakura when she's very, very clearly jealous but can't justifiably be angry at Naruto for it? It'd be hilarious.

We could also have some fun defining moments where Naruto needs to go shopping again cos his clothes are getting a bit tatty and Sakura takes him shopping and insists he tries on loads of things and we just watch Sakura getting more and more ... appreciative of Naruto's appearance shall we say lol.

Those two could define a change in their dynamic.

Naruto comforting Sakura when Sasuke leaves and makes it clear he sees Sakura as a friend, if we're being generous, could be a huge moment. Especially if she realises she's not as sad as she thought she'd be. Cos she still has Naruto ...

Other than that? First kiss would be a rather big moment. First date would be too.

Given how mature our target audience is for this sequel we could even go so far as them having sex. And what that does to their dynamic. For maximum drama it's before they've been honest about their feelings.

Their wedding, their kids being born. Honestly the big moments left in their lives that aren't about fighting ... are kinda down the love and sex lines to be entirely honest.

Not to bang the same drum over and over again lol.

But yeah, hope this was at least interesting for you lol.

#ask theunrealinsomniac #narusaku #canon!au

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sukirichi · 3 years

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make some noise. (m)

in which you have to be quiet when spending the night at shinichiro’s dorm.

⊹ explicit smut, minors dni. face fucking. dom! shinichiro. size difference. reader is smaller than shinichiro. extreme dom / sub dynamics. orgasm denial. choking. suffocation. fingering. boyfriend hoodies. cigarette play (?) shinichiro burns your thigh with his cig. oops. unedited.

⊹ i watched ep16 once and here we go. i can’t get him out of my head. he’s...so handsome? help me omg

Nights spent with Shinichiro in his dorm are a part of your routine.

Whether its studying for upcoming finals, hanging out to binge watch his favorite movies or baking new snacks for his younger siblings to try on the next time you visit ― nights spent with Shinichiro are always cherished.

Tonight is no different. You’ve crashed into his dorm right after class, eager to relieve the stress final papers brought you and finalizing theses. And what better way than to snatch one of his hoodies left on the back of his chair, snuggling in the warm material that smells so freshly of his soothing scent, falling deep into his covers while Shinichiro fucks you in his hoodie much too oversized for you?

“Mmh, Sh-Shin!” you mewl, sweater paws hiding your face from view.

“Don’t do that,” he scolds lightly, using one hand to pin your hands above you. Exposed to his greedy and lust-filled gaze, you clench around him harder, biting down on your lip at a certain thrust that hits your g-spot. Shinichiro’s dark eyes cascade from a stormy night into a blank midnight, tightening his grip around your wrists. “Why’re you being so naughty, huh? Who said you should muffle your moans? Let me hear you.”

“Don’t wanna,” you pout.

The last thing you want is to annoy Shinichiro – he’s the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for, though he doesn’t tolerate brats – but the walls are thin. One mewl and his peers next door would hear. As if it’s not evident already with the audible squelches of your pussy trapping his cock into you, lace panties pushed aside from his neediness, and the bed frame hitting the walls over and over again. Still, you need to keep quiet. Shinichiro can’t be kicked out from his room, and your dorm was a no-man’s land. He’d be kicked out the moment he steps through the hall.

“What, you worried someone’s ‘gon hear?” he snickers, to which you nod in response, teeth sunk down hard enough on your lip you taste blood. Shinichiro’s eyes flitter down to the muscle, tapping your lip with his thumb to release it.

Shinichiro being the sneaky bastard he is, thrusts inside you harsh enough the bed shakes and punches to the walls. The moan he pulls out from you is instantaneous, legs falling open as you clutch on his shirt with desperate, pleading eyes. “Shin—” shaking his head at you, Shinichiro shoves his thumb inside your mouth, finally shutting you up as the sounds of your moans vibrate onto his finger. “That should be enough to keep you quiet, so I’ll fuck you however I want now, yeah?”

His name is muffled by his thumb, but to Shinichiro, it’s fine. As long as he can your grunts and have your legs swing up and down his back from the pace he’s going at, he feels somewhat satisfied. But still, there’s something that’s different about you, something he can’t quite place his touch at.

Gazing down at you, Shinichiro relishes in your half-naked body underneath him. Skin slick with sweat, cunt glistening with your juices and clit hard and throbbing, your arms trembling from exhaustion of keeping them up the whole time – it finally dawns on him.

You’re wearing his fucking hoodie.

His university’s name written in bold letters across your chest, the material long enough that it covers the flesh of your thighs, leaving nothing but the pussy he’s so addicted with into view; Shinichiro now understands why he’s so eager to fuck you the moment he came home. Drowning in his hoodie, his thumb in your mouth, you’re every piece of the fantasies he’s had of you ever since he’s dated you. You see, Shinichiro would never say it loud, and you wouldn’t quite expect it from his calm, mysterious nature as well, but Shinichiro’s quite the possessive man. Languid as he may be, his need to mark you up, grant you as his, use his own dick as a pen to write his name with his own cum in the inside of your thighs if it meant claiming you as his – Shinichiro basks in the fact he owns you.

Now that his scent is sticking onto you like a second skin, his balls only tighten with desire. “You sneaky little thing,” he smirks, pushing the material of his hoodie until your breasts bounce right in front of his eyes. Tempted and called upon by the hardened buds, Shinichiro leans down to suck at your tits. “Such a pretty baby. You want me all over you, hm? Want to smell like me and painted with my cum before you sneak out this morning?”

Eyes widening at how he easily caught on, Shinichiro chuckles at you. A string of saliva connects your nipple and his lips when he lets go, the sight lewd enough you moan under him, sucking harder around his thumb the same way you’d let his dick fuck your throat.

The sensation of your warmth wrapping around him makes him forget he’s inside you for a moment. In a split second, Shinichiro’s mind blanks. His dick commands his next movements as he pulls out of you, dragging you by the collar of his hoodie before you’re on your knees at his cold floor, Shinichiro standing in front of you the next instant. The chains around his neck stick to his skin along with sweat, adding onto his undeniable handsomeness when he stands above you, pumping his cock with his right hand.

“I’ve got a better idea,” is all he says before he’s grasping at your head, keeping you frozen in place as he slides his cock in your mouth. Above you, Shinichiro throws his head back with a groan, fucking your mouth mercilessly until you’re gagging around. “Yeah, that’s it, such a good fucking girl.”

The praises do nothing but spur you on.

Hollowing your cheeks, you match his motions of thrusting into you by sinking down on him, lips closed for a tight suction. Your ministrations cause Shinichiro to hiss from the sudden sensitivity, while you lay leaking on the floor, unsatisfied from fucking his mouth.

“Enjoying yourself down there?” he grips your hair tight, relentless in his pace with his balls slapping against your chin. Despite the drool forming around your lips and eyes crossing from how heavy he laid in your tongue, you manage to pleasure yourself with two fingers stuffed inside your tight cunt. As expected, Shinichiro doesn’t miss, his eyes twinkling with amusement at how you’re helplessly bouncing at your digits right now. You look so desperate he almost feels bad. “Do you need me, baby? Your fingers can’t compare to my cock – I can only imagine how frustrated you must feel.”

Glaring at him playfully, Shinichiro coos. “Aw,” he chuckles, eyes soft and touch on your jaws gentle you nearly melt around him. Shinichiro, despite being the clear dominant one in bed, could never resist your puppy eyes. So you flutter your lashes at him, wiggling your hips at nothing in particular, hoping you’ll get the release sadly deprived from you.

Or so you wished, because Shinichiro had other plans in mind.

Leaning down until his nose nearly grazes with yours, the new position sliding his cock deep at the back of your throat you choke, Shinichiro’s dark smirk taunts you. “Make me cum once, and I’ll give it you three times as much,” he offers, the deal too generous to turn down. Face lighting up in silent glee, your pussy dripping further if possible, you prepare to nod in agreement – until Shinichiro grabs the ties of his hoodie and tugs. The hood now tightened around your neck, Shinichiro fucks your mouth, knowing full well your airway is clasped around an invisible chain. “That’s if you don’t pass out first, angel. So stay still for me and be good. I’ll reward you afterwards.”

With tears pooling in your eyes, you’re left with no choice but to whimper in agreement.

Satisfied, Shinichiro caresses your cheek, pulling a cigarette out of nowhere before he starts smoking above you. His gaze is almost derogatory if you didn’t know better. Eyes narrowed in pleasure, his chest heaving from the pleasure of your mouth engulfing him whole along with your tongue eagerly licking at any drop like a lollipop – he sure hit the jackpot with you.

“You know why I love you so much, angel?” he exhales a puff of smoke, watching as you quite literally choke on his cock the faster you bob up and down his length. “It’s that you’d do anything for my cock, even if it meant passing out soon, yeah? You want me in you so bad?”

Shinichiro pushes your head away from him. Coughing, your palms covered in his sleeves fall flat on the ground before you caress your neck, loosening the strings to allow air into your system. Your boyfriend is behind you a moment later, caressing your waist to gently lead you back to bed, the soft mattress more than welcome in light of your sore knees from kneeling too long. Just like that, Shinichiro’s switched to kissing you lightly. From your eyelids, the crown of your head, the tip of your nose and right beside your lips because he doesn’t want you to actually stop breathing, you almost forget how pale you’ve become, how sore your mouth feels.

“You didn’t make me come, angel.”

“S-sorry,” you croak out, eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion. Nevertheless, your cunt throbs with need, to which you attempt to alleviate by rubbing at your folds helplessly. Ignoring Shinichiro’s questioning brow, you turn your head to the side, biting the insides of your cheek simply because his gaze is too intense. He’s eyeing your pathetic cunt with lazy eyes, as well, mindlessly playing with the hem of his hoodie now coated with your arousal. “Shin… no more, please.”

“No more?” he repeats incredulously, “Thought you wanted me to make you come?”

“My throat hurts, baby, I don’t think I can blow you anymore.”

Shinichiro fakes a sigh.

Pressing the head of his lit cigarette into the insides of your thigh, a few inches away from your burning heat, your boyfriend easily brings you back to life with the sting. You lean up and push his hand away with a cry, sending the stumped cigarette flying across the room. “Th-that hurts, Shin!”

“Shh,” he eases you back down on the bed again, his hands ghosting over the aching spot where he burned you. Eyeing the mark, Shinichiro shoots you a soft smile so romantic it nearly numbs the pain. Then, he disappears between your legs, his handsome face hidden from under the oversized material. “You’ve been so good for me, angel. I’ll make you feel good now.”

Before you could ask what he’s doing, Shinichiro begins to lap at your folds, swollen clit suctioned into his mouth so harsh you give him a run with your blowjob skills.

“Don’t you dare muffle your moans again,” his warning voice shoots tingles straight to your core, intense enough you nearly closed your legs around him. But you’re nicer – much sweeter – that you stay still as to not suffocate him the way he did with you. Not that you can try, anyway, because Shinichiro would edge you all night long, deprive you of your orgasm until you’re crying and begging at his punishment. The only difference is that he won’t care. He could go all night long.

“If you don’t moan for me, you’re leaving my dorm with just my hoodie on, mmkay? You’ll be walking around flashing my dorm buddies and I won’t be happy with that. So moan for me, angel. Don’t be shy.”

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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can you pleasee do pt 2 to draco fucking his arranged marriage wife of the next day the reader being needy saying that she can’t get enough of him while he’s working in his office and he’s like “babe im busy😑” but then rails tf outta her right there😀 with like praise and daddy kink😩😩😩

read part 1 here

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 3.0k

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, daddy kink, praise, slight degradation/humiliation, mentions of arranged marriage

a/n: i have been so excited to write a part two to this imagine the second i got the request. there will also be a part three coming soon so if you like these stay tuned! these have to be my favorite ones i've ever written.

It was the day after your marriage truly started. Although you and your husband, Draco Malfoy, had been married for weeks, the marriage truly began yesterday.

It had been a whirlwind.

It all began with you fucking your ex boyfriend, something you did in a desperate attempt to receive physical contact and get out of the house you had thought to be a prison.

When your husband came home, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to tell him. It was an arranged marriage, one that he did not seem enthusiastic to be a part of, so you figured there would be no hard feelings.

You were incredibly, incredibly wrong.

He had a lot of feelings about your adultery, but not only was there the anger and jealousy you were expecting, there was sadness. That had taken you by surprise, and only after poking the dragon, you finally consummated your marriage with your husband. Right there on the couch of the entrance hall.

After he had fucked you silly, you both reached the agreement that you would actually try to work as a real marriage. You had both made mistakes, and you were both ready and excited to move past those and really try to build a relationship out of what you had both thought was doomed from the start.

Which was why you were in front of his study, a hand raised and ready to knock, the following evening. He had been in there most of the day, working on a project for what you had learned to be connected to the Malfoy’s family business, but you were ready to put an end to his work day in the best way you knew how.

Your hand had barely connected with the wood when you heard a curt “Come in,” from the other side of the door.

You opened the door slowly and walked in, taking in the sight before you. There were papers scattered all over the desk, inkwells and quills mixed into the mess. Either you caught him at a bad time, or he wasn’t as tidy as you had assumed.

But it wasn’t the desk that caught your eye. It was him.

His button down shirt was rolled up the elbows at the cuffs. His hands, already littered with rings, were smudged with ink and deftly writing something down on a piece of parchment. There wasn’t a single hair out of place on his head, but what struck you were his glasses. You didn’t even know he wore glasses. But he looked damn good in them, because of course he fucking did.

“Yes?” He asked, a smug smile on his face as he watched you openly check him out. You hadn’t even realized he had looked up from the parchment he had been writing on.

“Just figured you could use a break, dinner’s ready,” you explained, quickly catching yourself.

“I’ll be out in a bit. I just need to finish this bit up,” he replied, an obvious dismissal but you had had enough of that over the past two weeks to last a lifetime.

“Draco, you’ve obviously been at this for a while. Just come take a break,” you argued defiantly, happy with the knowledge you finally felt comfortable enough to do so.

“Y/N, I’m busy,” he said gently, clearly not wanting to break the carefully made balance you had just created with a silly argument, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You admitted it to yourself when you walked in the room. You didn’t really want him to take a break just to have dinner with you. No. You wanted him to take a break so he would fuck you right over his desk.

“You can finish it later,” you continued, your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for his eventual push back.

But his argument never came.

Slowly, painfully slow, he began to stack up his papers in neat piles to put them away. Next were the inkwells being covered and finally the quills being put away. All without a word between you both.

When his desk was cleared, he finally turned his attention back to you.

“You come into my study and argue with me over taking a break just to go eat dinner. You haven’t bothered to ask me to dinner once over the past few weeks. So is it really dinner that’s got you so riled up, or is it something else?” He asked straight faced, but the twinkle in his eye led you to believe he knew exactly why you were arguing.

“Can’t a wife just want to spend time with her husband?” You argued, but it didn’t hold the impact you wanted the words to have.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, pushing his chair back just slightly. “Come here,” he commanded, crooking his fingers in your direction.

With just two silly little words your skin was flushed and your nerves were on fire. You weren’t sure what type of hold this man had over you, but it ran deep for only having just fucked him the day before for the first time.

You followed his command without a second thought, and it led you to standing right between his spread legs with your back pressed up against his now pristine desk.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think my wife just wants to get fucked. Am I correct?” He asked, raking his eyes over your body greedily, taking in every inch of you. You were just lucky you dressed to impress tonight in a perfect, form-fitting black cocktail dress. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Yes,” you answered easily, completely giving up the fight now that you could see the hunger that you felt reflected in his eyes.

He gave you a slow smile before dragging you down to straddle his lap, perfectly placing you so you could feel his growing erection against your core as he kissed you roughly. It was perfect after a day of craving him so fiercely, and you knew this was only the appetizer.

His hands possessively roamed your body as he continued to dominate your kiss, finally landing on your ass to pull you closer against him. Your hands made quick work of taking his glasses off and gently placing them on the desk somewhere behind you before trailing through his hair, messing up his perfectly placed platinum locks.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him, moans spilling from both of your lips at the friction. He let you do as you please for a few minutes, just enjoying kissing you and having you in his lap, but once your hands went to undo the buttons on his shirt, he gripped your hips roughly and pushed you back.

“Let’s get one thing straight, pretty girl. I’m in charge, and you’ll be a good girl and do as I say, won’t you?” He asked, running a thumb along your lower lip as he spoke.

You bit his finger gently before answering, and your answer only riled him up more than the bite did.

“Yes, Daddy.”

And just like that he unleashed himself on you, much like he had done the day before.

He had you on your feet and spun around faster than you could even blink. Within the next breath, your dress was being stripped off of your body and thrown across the room, your breasts exposed. When he had you bent over the desk with just a thong on, he finally opened his mouth again.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He asked, dragging his hands up the back of your thighs until he was grabbing your ass again.

“Yes,” you gasped out, knowing you were already drenched from his words and touch alone.

When you felt his palm connect with your raised ass, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that fell from your lips.

“Yes, what?” He asked, rubbing his hands in circles to soothe the ache, but the contrast of his warm skin and cold rings only left you shaking.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, saying the words again.

They were meant to be a joke at first. Just another jest to rile him up and poke at him. But now, after having called him Daddy twice, it was starting to feel right. Like this was exactly the dynamic you were meant to be in with him.

“So much better. Look at you, already dripping down your thighs,” he mused, his finger trailing up your thigh in what you could only assume was a patch of wetness, a blush falling over your face at the thought.

He dragged your thong down your legs and slowly freed your feet before tossing the scrap of fabric across the room as well, leaving you totally exposed.

“Is this what you wanted? To be bent over Daddy’s desk just begging to be fucked?” He asked, his weight pinning you down as he bent over, slowly dragging his lips up the side of your neck as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was against your ass and you fought now to roll your hips into him, but you knew he would put an end to it anyway.

“Please fuck me,” you begged quietly, your words no more than a whisper as you played right into the fantasy he was spinning for the both of you.

“Patience, darling,” he said accompanied by a dark chuckle, but he didn’t leave you wanting.

He kept his weight on you, his lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck that were sure to leave bruises for the coming days, but he dragged a finger up your slit and plunged inside of you.

You were so on edge that the one finger almost made you cum right then, but of course he was careful to make sure that didn’t happen. He teased you along until one finger turned into two, and by then you were a writhing mess on his desk.

“Daddy, please. I’m ready. Just fuck me,” you begged impatiently, all of your focus on him and his miraculous fingers.

Silently, he pulled back to stand up fully behind you. For a moment, you thought you’d be getting what you wanted, but you should have known it was too good to be true. You weren’t getting fucked until he thought you were ready.

You felt his thumbs pull your lips apart, and you knew all of his focus was right on you, right on where you were a dripping mess for him and that had you fighting not to squirm under his gaze.

“I told you to be patient, pretty girl. Or are you just that desperate to cum you couldn’t help yourself? Because this pretty little hole isn’t ready for me yet,” he mused, and his words forced an unexpected moan out of you.

You were exposed and aching, a true flushed mess in front of him, while he was a master of poise and control, still fully clothed behind you. Something about the situation made your head spin and your knees weak, and you knew you were in for a wild ride with this man. But you were willing to take anything and everything he threw your way because there was no denying you were enjoying every second of this. Not when he was holding you open obscenely and could see the evidence for himself.

“I want to cum,” you answered honestly, your breasts grinding on the desk and you arched your back, further exposing yourself in the hopes that he would fulfill your wishes.

While still holding you open, he used one gentle finger to stroke over your clit and it was just enough pressure to cause a shiver to run down your spine. If he kept it up, you knew you’d cum in seconds. “Go ahead, cum for me. Let me watch you make a mess of yourself,” he commanded, keeping the gentle pressure on your clit.

You came with a scream, your legs shaking beneath you. The desk was the only reason you stayed up, otherwise you would have collapsed from the force of your orgasm right there. It felt like one of the most intense orgasms of your life, all just from a little flick of his finger.

As you came down, you were gasping for air, just as desperate for your next breath as you were for Draco’s cock. No matter how mind shattering your orgasm had been, you were still craving more. You’d always crave more from him.

“That was beautiful, darling - watching you clench around nothing as you screamed for me. I think you’re ready for my cock now,” he mused, slowly stroking his hands up and down your back in an effort to calm your body, but every nerve was on fire from his touch.

“Please, please, fuck me Draco. I need you,” you were begging shamelessly now, not even worried about making a fool of yourself in this new marriage. You were both too invested in this moment to care, both of you just knew you needed each other.

“Shh, you have me, pretty girl. I’m right here,” he soothed, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he worked to free his cock behind you. “Stay just like that.”

You didn’t even know he had succeeded in taking his cock out until you felt his tip against your entrance, and he didn’t wait a second longer. He plunged into you like he was just as desperate as you were, which by the way he was fucking you in brutal strokes, you could tell he was.

Your hands clutched the edge of the desk for dear life, your knuckles a bright white against the dark oak wood. With every thrust, your hips collided with the sharp edge, sure to leave some marks for you to admire the next day.

You could feel the power behind each deep, hard stroke and you knew he was giving you his all. The previous night had been kind and sweet compared to the brutal fucking he was giving you now. You felt fucked within an inch of your life and he had barely even started.

“Fuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. So perfect,” he praised, not even sounding out of breath. Meanwhile, you couldn’t even control the noises that were coming from your mouth.

You climbed up the peak steadily, but even in your cock drunk daze you knew this orgasm would wipe you out. Once you were about to reach the edge, he pulled out.

“No, please, fuck. I was so close,” you whined, but a startled gasp came out of your mouth next when he lifted you up and spun you around, your back crashing back down on the desk with a gentle thud.

You finally got the chance to look at him, then. His cock was hard and aching, on the verge of falling over the edge himself. His hair was disheveled and he had that glow that only sex could bring coming from his perfect skin, but when you locked eyes you couldn’t look away. His silver eyes were clouded with lust and possession, a man closing in for the kill on his prey. It was terrifying and arousing all at once, but you were sure your own eyes reflected something similar.

Draco wasted no time in hoisting your legs over his shoulders and coming down to take your lips in a brutal kiss just before fucking back into you, his pace the same as it had been in the previous position. He swallowed your moans greedily, but finally pulled back to just concentrate on your face.

“I needed to look at you when you came on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart for me,” he ordered, but his voice was gentle and there was a smile fighting to tug on his face. It didn’t hold the same dominance his previous commands did, but you followed it all the same.

One, two, three thrusts later you came with his name on your lips as he fucked you through it. It was like your whole world blacked out and only the two of you existed, suspended in this moment as he stared down at your blissed out face. He followed you shortly, and the feel of him emptying himself inside of you accompanied by the litany of choked out praises he was giving you was almost enough to push you into a third orgasm.

You both stayed like that as the minutes passed, chest to chest and near face to face as you caught your breath. It was no easy feat after an orgasm like that, but finally he was wrapping you in his arms and balancing you in his lap as he got comfortable in his desk chair once again.

“Was that too much?” He asked, the concern dripping from his voice as he tenderly brushed your hair from your face.

You could have laughed at his concern. That was the best sex you had ever had in your life, and he was asking if it was too much. But you didn’t want to worry him.

“Draco, that was perfect. I loved every second of it,” you told him honestly, tilting your head up so you could look him in the eye so he would have no room for doubt.

It was him who laughed then, in sheer disbelief of the woman curled up in his lap. “I got too lucky with you. You’re perfect,” he said with a smile, a small kiss to your forehead following his words.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you insisted, curling further into his chest as the events of the evening finally wore on your body. It was comfortably silent for a few minutes as he held you, until you remembered why you had truly come into his study in the first place. “But I was serious when I came in. Dinner’s ready,” you reminded him with a slight giggle.

“How about I get you up to bed and we eat dinner in bed, hm?” He asked, already lifting you up and carrying you towards the door.

“Sounds perfect,” you said, relaxing against his strong chest as he continued to prove just how lucky you were to end up in this arranged marriage.

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Alt-bacchio Headcanons- Alt/Punk Abbacchio x Gender Neutral Reader

I’m still majorly brainrotting for Abbacchio as the hot older brother of your best friend Narancia? So enjoy some thoughts I keep having. (For reference, I got the idea for 1. Abbacchio's general look/vibe and 2. the older brother type dynamic from this awesome comic by gaminegay)

You and Narancia are good friends, probably having met through school or at mutual hangout spots. I imagine you both being at least college age, with you a little older than Narancia and Abbacchio a few years older than you

One day, you come over, and Abbacchio answers the door, silver hair tied back, headphones slung around his neck, lipstick and eyeliner and several piercings in his ears, and you think you might swoon. He acts indifferent, but you don’t miss the quick once-over he gives you as he grunts out a, “you’re Narancia’s friend? Well come in, then, he’s upstairs.”

“Okay, what the fuck, you never told me you had a brother!”

“Eh, yeah, we're not blood related, but Leone's a good big bro. He’s a pain in the ass sometimes, but he’s pretty chill.”

Leone usually excuses himself with an eye roll when Narancia is having friends over? Just does his own thing? Yet after you come over one day and he gets a glimpse of you, suddenly he hangs around more

Narancia goes to point this out (genuinely not intending anything by it, he just thinks it’s weird), and Abbacchio roughly elbows him in the side mid-sentence to shut him up

“Why are you even hanging around so much, you usually hate being around when my friends are ov— OW!” “No, I don’t, stop being a brat.”

He gives you a wolfish smile when he sees you’re blushing after that. Narancia is too busy cursing out his brother to notice.

Sometimes he’ll come in with his hair tied up in a messy bun and wearing a tight tank top after a workout and…. You really do try your best not to let Narancia catch you staring

Because honestly, you feel a little guilty. Nara’s one of your best friends, and wouldn’t he think it’s gross if he found out you had the hots for his older brother?

But it’s not like he’s that much older. Only a few years. So maybe it wouldn’t be weird? No, best to forget it, you’re overthinking.

But that doesn't stop your heart from skipping a beat when Leone leans over you to grab a blanket on movie night or a video game controller if he’s joining you two for a game. Does this bastard honestly have to sit right next to you on the couch? There’s plenty of room!

Leone does not care. You’re so cute when he leans over you so that his chest is almost pressed against you… trying to hide the way your breath catches in your throat and keep from blushing. He’ll give you a casual shrug and a grin after, or a gravelly “sorry, doll” as he bites back a smirk and you try your best not to short circuit

I so think modern au/big brother Abba is into alt/punk types of fashion, so naturally it led to the thought that he plays in a punk band. He’s a bassist, but he probably does the occasional vocal feature, too. This means his fingertips are callused when they brush against yours mmm 👀

One time you come over when Narancia’s running late and Abbacchio is in the basement/the garage/whatever practicing with his band. When he lets you in, he tells you his brother isn’t home but that you’re welcome to hang while they practice. (You start coming over early now and then just for an excuse to watch)

Usually Leone shrugs off compliments about his playing, but when he asks, “so, what did you think, [bella/bello]?” And you excitedly tell him how great the band sounds, “and you especially!” he can’t help grinning and even blushing a bit.

Unbeknownst to you, his bandmates tease him ruthlessly because he always brushes off any groupies who try to flirt with him or compliment his music, yet here he is asking what you think of their songs, suggesting that you come check out their shows, even reaching around your back to guide your hands as he shows you how to play a few chords on his bass. And Abbacchio never lets anyone touch his bass.

“Like this, see? You want your fingers curved a bit over the fretboard, like this… yeah, exactly.” Seriously, Abbacchio repositioning and guiding your fingers, coaxing them to bend the right way with his steady hands as you feel his warm breath on your neck when he laughs. Fuck.

Sometimes the others will ask if his [girlfriend/boyfriend] is coming to practice to watch him blush as he snaps that he doesn’t know what they’re talking about because you aren’t dating.

Leone makes it a goal to flirt with you and sneak little looks or touches when Narancia’s back is turned, and it drives you crazy. It’s almost a little game to him to get you breathless and watch you blush

He has to get by you in the kitchen? His hand will linger on your waist and give a little squeeze. Sometimes he’ll scoot behind you in tighter spaces so he’s pressed right up against your ass for a moment

You feel zero remorse then when you wear something more revealing or do your makeup in a way that catches his eye.

“You look…. Really good today, [y/n]”

“Ew, gross, Leone, [he’s/she’s/they’re] too young for you!” “Shut up.” You blush as you tell Narancia that it's fine, really, and it was actually pretty sweet.

Play fighting for the “good” video game controller, Abbacchio using his long arms to hold it high over your head as you climb into his lap without even thinking to get a better reach. Suddenly you’re both much more focused on the compromising position, you straddling him and your faces inches apart. You stare at each other for a beat or two before you hear Narancia coming back in and shimmy off his lap. You get your ass kicked in whatever you’re playing because your brain is still rebooting from whatever the hell just happened.

You start shivering during a movie night and try to act like you’re not cold? He’s trying to act casual as he rolls his eyes and offers part of the blanket he’s using with a gruff “here.” You scoot closer to snuggle up under the blanket, but you’re more focused on the smell of his cologne and his shampoo than the movie now.

Bonus points if you end up in a really close position as you both get comfy and sleepy. Your head lolling onto his chest as you blink groggily and swear that you’re not sleepy? Excellent. Narancia will tease you if you fall asleep on each other. Expect photos.

If you show up to one of Abbacchio's shows? Pushing your way to the front row wearing some cute alt/punk look? God his heart is gonna stop right there

If he has a vocal feature on anything they’re playing that night, he will be singing straight to you.

Maybe, just maybe, he seeks you out after their set, pinning you up against the wall and making out with you. He gets black lipstick smeared all over you

Before you both sit down and talk about what it actually is you’re both doing and feeling, expect a few makeout sessions when Narancia isn’t home— Abbacchio pulling you into his lap and kissing you breathless.

When you eventually do tell Narancia you might be interested in Leone and you think he might feel the same, your friend just rolls his eyes. “Finally. Now you two can stop eye fucking across the room, it’s disgusting.”

But he’s smiling when he says that and he’s seriously happy for you guys. Once he’s certain of his brother’s intentions towards you, he’s entirely on board. You’re two of his favorite people in the world, and as long as you’re good to each other and you’re both happy, it’s fine by him

Once you’re officially dating, Abbacchio makes sure to get a good luck kiss from you before every concert.

Anyway, I wish I could draw because Abbacchio wearing ripped up black jeans with a chain or two… punk bassist Abbacchio who has plenty of piercings, maybe even a tongue piercing? He lives in my brain rent free and I want to make it everyone’s problem because I refuse to thirst alone

#I keep debating learning how to draw for set designs/costume sketches for plays #but plot twist what if I learn so I can draw Abbacchio as your hot alt boyfriend. Altbacchio if you will.#leone abbacchio x reader #leone abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #laur's writing #headcanons #altbacchio #Abbacchio 🖋✨

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