I like how infectious ideas are in fanfic. Like idk who first decided there’s a spare mattress in the radio hut but now it’s in every even mildly spicy pre-canon Rylan story and it cracks me up. Like there’s not really any sign of a mattress in there, right? It’s so dark I guess anything could be in there. 🤔
(Also why are there so many empty beer/wine looking bottles in there? Is Mr. H getting wine drunk and chainsawing shit??)
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Mkay! Well, either some food for thought or a request, take it as you will
We all know about the "Time has an hourglass" post which means he could have thighs
And boy am I a sucker for thighs
So what if Reader, hungry for those thigh, decides to grab them and when I say grab, I mean that gorilla "you're not leaving" grip
Then Reader decides to dom Time so good because I would love to reduce this man to whimpers and whines
AND THAT MOMMY KINK🫡🫡🫡
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🕸️ Nonnie, we are on the same brainwave because OH MY GOD YES SOMEONE ELSE SEES THE VISION!
Characters: Lu Time x GN!Reader
A/N+Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI with this one. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.
Goddesses, if anything was going to be the death of him, you by far were up there on the list - and if Time wasn’t going to die in this moment, he was sure he would lose his soul straight through his cock with the way you were ruthlessly riding him, never giving him an ounce of mercy.
Times body strained as your ass collided into his hips with each loud and heavy snap of your own, unable to move from the way you had him pinned down to the bed with your legs settled snugly around his hip and the way your nails dug into the lean muscles along his thighs. He was sure that you were going to leave a mark on him, whether by memory alone or a permanent indent in his skin, he didn’t seem to give a damn.
All he cared about was the way you made him feel. The way you had him completely at your will, a whimpering and moaning mess of himself underneath you, not even giving him an ounce of satisfaction of being able to see your face and how he had you feel too. Instead he got the view of the collision of your ass into his hips, every delicious ripple that followed up your skin like a disrupted river, every delicate movement of the muscles down your back, and the view of you bouncing on his cock. The sensation of you tightly wrapped around cock was driving him to the brink of losing himself in the moment, which wouldn’t have been hard to do, especially considering the way you were speaking to him in that breathless and sultry voice - a small indicator of how much of an effect he was having on you as well.
“You like it when I take over, don’t you, fairy boy?”
He hummed in response, moaning out a simple “Yes” in return. Everything about you felt,looked, and sounded so good to him, so much that he was thrown by surprise when you began to circle your hips along with each bounce, reducing him even further to your will, moaning out your name as he gripped the sheets, begging you to let him cum.
His complete and utter desperation for it sounded like music to your ears, so much ghost it spurred you further in the ruthlessness of your movements as you spoke.
“You want it so badly? Ask me nicely.”
Time became even more of a mess as he stumbled over his words, his voice trembling, strained, and labored as he begged you so nicely to let him cum. You allowed it to drag on for a moment, enjoying and reveling in it before you finally commanded him to do so, praising him for being such a good boy for you, for making you feel so good. That’s when he completely unraveled at the seams, losing himself to desire as he finally released himself in you, completely lost to you and the heightened sensations in his body, growing teary eyed and begging you to stop as you took him past the edge of no return.
Thankfully for him, you listened to his pleading, gradually tapering off the movements of your hips until you finally came to a stop, sliding off of him in order to face him. You could see the bruised indents you left on his thighs and leaned down to gently kiss each one, causing his body to tremble at the subtle touch before you finally found your place beside him, gently caressing his jaw as you kissed his cheek, speaking to him in a low whisper, “You did so good, fairy boy.”
Time swallowed hard at the sound of your praise, unable to take his eyes off of you as your hands began to trail along his body again, tongue lapping at the sweat along his neck, teeth gingerly nipping at the soft skin of his neck and shoulder. He knew you weren’t done with him yet, not even in the slightest.
Goddesses, you were going to have his soul and be the death of him too.
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okay hot take time with tumblr user designernishiki yet again.
i really don’t get the hype over majimako like. at all. I’ve tried to wrap my head around it but every time I just end up so confused how it’s such a popular pairing and wondering if we played the same game like?? they had no chemistry, barely even knew each other (and what they did know of each other was almost entirely built off desperate traumabonding) and people treat the pairing like it’s the most deep, romantic thing in the world despite there being like. nothing there. at least romantically speaking. it’s honest to god baffling to me.
their most iconic “romantic” image together comes from a scene where makoto wants to fucking run away from him because she wants to find lee, who she fully trusts and who’s in danger (and probably also because majima’s literally just admitted to initially planning to murder her.) and he has to hold her there so she doesn’t get herself killed by running (literally) blindly into the street or something. how on earth is that a romantic scene.
their little sort-of date consists of majima being kind and sympathetic to her, sure, maybe even displaying some surface level feelings, but she’s completely preoccupied because of the massively important issues going on at the time with the lieutenants who wronged tachibana, she’s more or less probably plotting their deaths in her head during that scene, and in the end she purposefully has him run to get takoyaki so she can flat out Leave without him stopping her. because she has other priorities and is Not In The Headspace For A Soft Sentimental Escapade to say the absolute least.
Whatever they were, they were not In Love, they didn’t have time or circumstances for that, or to get to know one another as Actual People rather than as incidental liferafts in the midst of a sea of traumatic, nightmarish events. majima attached himself to her and felt strongly about her safety and eventual return to normalcy because she reminded him of himself and wanted her to have the pleasant civilian life he couldn’t give himself. on her end? honestly I don’t think she felt that connected to him at all up until the end, namely up until when he fixed her watch. and even then “romantic” is not even close to the word id use for what she was feeling– in fact I think that waters it down, if anything. I mean like fuck she was there bringing flowers to her brother’s grave in the spot where he died in front of her i really don’t think this was about romanticism, it was about compassion and selflessness and wishing her good luck in her new, free life, while expecting nothing from her in return. he cared about her and her outcome in life deeply and this would be the case regardless of any romantic feelings for her.
Anyway I didn’t mean for this to turn into an essay and somehow I could go on for longer but I absolutely do not need to. I just. am so secure in my thoughts about this and sometimes seeing how people talk about this relationship and it’s supposed deep romanticism makes me feel like I’m losing my mind or played a completely different game or something ngl. don’t get me wrong, ship whatever you want I’m not saying it’s problematic or something it’s just. bizarre to me how popular and sensationalized it is. and a little frustrating how applying this overdramatic romantic narrative to them can so often water down a dynamic that’s way more nuanced and interesting on an individual character level.
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