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sealsdaily · 1 day
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The asker on that PSA post turned out to be kind of an unsavory type beyond just rudeness, but the general message is important so i'm archiving it here.
The thing about seals is their PR is ideal: they're cute and round and all, there's tons of videos of aquarium workers having fun interacting with them. They're just so cute, it should be fine to get all close and touch one when you see one in the wild, right?
Well...nope. Despite their lack of mobility on land, seals are still Carnivora, and their closest relatives are bears: even the cutest smallest seals have sharp claws and teeth for hunting fish.
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One of the top predators in the Antarctic waters is the Leopard seal, and Elephant seals (who tend to live around places humans live, too) can be aggressive and their thick skin and fat help them withstand blows that would pulverize the average human.
However, this isn't just for your safety, but theirs too! As some of you may know, the US has the Marine Mammal Protection Act, which plainly serves to protect the ecosystems of marine mammals such as seals. It prohibits the "taking" of marine mammals, which includes not only killing and displacing the animals but also "harassment", which in turn is defined as behavior that has the potential to either injure said wild mammal or disturb behavioral patterns: breathing, feeding, breeding, migrating, sheltering, nursing. Any US aquarium with seals, or scientists bothering seals for research have received a permit to take them from their natural habitat and harass them. That doesn't mean that once you're outside the US you're free to stick your hand into that Leopard seal's mouth: regulations are written in blood, laws aren't just required but can just be common sense even when they don't apply where you are. A lot of facilities containing seals are rescue centers; the seals have to be there for their own good because of an injury or disease.
This has been a Sealsdaily PSA; please remember that most interactions with seals you see out there are done by professionals who have been permitted and trusted to interact with these animals, and if it's an everyman doing the interacting it can lead to consequences.
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Oh i didn't know about seal finger before, but that's also a valid point about taking caution in human-seal interactions.
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Technically this one is less "seal puncture leads to disease" and more "seals live in the same area as Mycoplasma bacteria that can infect punctures", but like, again, just, general safety. Seals aren't an outlier; if you see any wild animal it's best to keep your distance
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"Defying the Default"- Skin Tones and the Presence of Black Characters
Okay, this one is going to be half lesson and half a thought experiment- it may get a bit frustrating, as conversations like this often do- but remember, discomfort is not always a bad thing! So I ask that you walk with me for this one.
It’s also interesting, because I’m going to direct this towards everyone (readers included!), but specifically towards my fanfic writers of media with no visual medium, as I’ve noticed this pattern there, and it makes up a good amount of creators on this site. Okay? Okay.
Behold! Many shades of brown!
I had to wade through a lot of colorism for this, and even this link is subtly racist in its introduction- the idea that brown is ‘unexciting’ 🙄.
Anyway, you know where I’m going with this:
"Chocolate and Coffee"
Even the link above pulled this! Writers who use this... they’re not ‘wrong’ per se but… often uninspired. It feels... Lazy. When you can tell an author has put no thought into the brown of choice, it makes Black readers feel like you believe these are the only shades of brown- that that’s all we look like. Even chocolate is more diverse (white, milk, dark, marbled, cookies and cream?) Coffee can come in numerous shades as well (light, medium, dark roast? Type of bean?)
My first direction to help with this: make it a point to know what shade that character is (whether canonically, or if you're the original creator, look at a reference and write it down) and find a name! Be consistent! Find similar browns to one another. If the canon Black character's skin color is done poorly, find something similar and use that! (I'll get more into this in the next lesson!)
Our skin colors may modify as we age, it changes over the seasons/presence in the sun, and some people even have vitiligo! But we're not gonna be “dark roast coffee” one morning and “light milk chocolate” suddenly. We're not chameleons lmao.
And you know what? That shade you choose might very well be 'coffee'! But it's not going to be because you didn't look and assumed we're all some random brown! That’s the intent showing! If we can find endless ways to describe the beauty of white/pale skin, we absolutely can for brown! Be willing to unpack why you may not believe brown to be capable of beauty, and work through unlearning that- it will show in your writing! One way is by pausing with yourself, and recognizing when you had a biased thought. Even by this, you’re learning!
Here’s where I want us to get into the thought experiment:
I want you to think about the description of characters in stories (as a whole). Challenge yourself- in the fics and stories you read, how often is anyone blatantly labeled 'White'? Read a story or fic; how long can you imagine them as not-White before it's ever clarified? Because not even 'pale' automatically implies a White person!
You know how I’ve mentioned before that 'Black people are not a monolith'? I can find you at least some examples of Black people fitting some of the common descriptions of white characters.
"Brunette with brown eyes"
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(Fun fact: I actually learned back in my Masters program that genetically no one has ‘black’ hair- our eyes are processing it as black, but it’s really just dark brown due to eumelanin. Regardless, if you stand us in the direct sunlight, you will see that our hair is usually just dark brown!)
"Red hair with pale skin"
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“‘tanned’ skin with hazel/green eyes”
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“blond hair" (period!)
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Now, I’m not saying that blond haired Black people or Black folk with albinism are overly representative of my people. What I AM saying is that it needs to not be taken for granted that a reader is automatically assuming a character is White in your piece of fiction- I can assume your character looks like anything if it's not stated! Especially if the OG source is a book or a podcast! We’re just used to assigning these features- and characters- as white until ‘proven not’! The default!
I am guilty of this too! Even still, I reread many of my works and go ‘ah, I didn’t clarify.’ And I have to work on doing better at it. This is having intent for your Black characters, but really, it’s having intent for all of them!
(This doesn't mean going “the Black man said,” the way sometimes people say “the Chinese said” (which…. Tbh we should all stop doing that anyway, it's weird and racist))
My Next Challenge:
Some people may disagree, but- Ahem:
Say BLACK!
Breathe lmao! Take the time to recognize that it's OKAY to introduce a character as Black, to say Black, it's fine! Obviously be sensitive about it, don't shove it in there to “win your diversity points”, but like… People are Black. It's not a bad word. What matters is the context in which you used it!
You don't even have to say it every single time. Really just the first, introductory sentence will do. For example:
“[Character A], a bright, young, Black girl with knotless braids to her mid back, glittering hair clips matching her bright green t-shirt, and a brilliant smile that shined against her bistre skin.”
I recognize that some might argue that by saying “bistre”, you don't need to say Black. But 1) you don't have to be Black to be brown or dark skinned, and 2) There's a social stigma behind even saying Black- of discussing race in general, because it leads to discomfort. Race (as a sociological construct) exists. When we say nothing about it, allowing Whiteness to be the default, we're still emphasizing race, however silently! If you're already doing it... Why not mention it? 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️
(here's a good clip of Ijeoma Oluo discussing the difficulty of discussing race; while I highly recommend the whole thing, the relevant clip is 4:25-5:39)
Maybe they're in the Black student organization in a lead position, maybe they're in a Black main cast of a play- it's okay to have those things in the story to help develop the idea that your Black character is actively Black! Just do your research to make sure you’re not leaning into stereotypes!
“There’s no races in my fantasy/future world!”
That’s fair! But I want to give you an example of how people will still project these identities onto your characters anyway:
No one has an explicitly stated 'race' in Avatar: The Last Airbender (afaik); they’re all divided by element culture. YET, many people were offended that a mixed-Korean actress was cast in her role in the live action- they ‘just didn’t see it’, because subconsciously they'd imagined her ‘face claims’ as WHITE, despite it never once being mentioned in the canon! (there’s also a firm sexualization and east Asian fetishization argument to be made about it, but that’s not within the scope of this particular conversation.)
Point is, if you are including humanoid characters in your fantasy stories, fine. You don't need to say ‘Black’ outright. But, that just means that you’re going to have to be even more detailed in your description. Because if I were watching a TV show and a Black actor shows up as an elf… I know what features I’m seeing! Entire protests have occurred over the casting of Black actors in a role ‘meant for a white person’; so... everyone sees it!
Conclusion
This is another reason why intention in character design and writing is important! Context clues and socialization help me understand who your character is. If it works like this for white characters, it can work like that for everyone else! You just have to know enough about me to write it in (and that's where the social and societal bias lie, because how much do you really know about me?)
A way to better understand this is reading books by Black authors (for fantasy, I would highly recommend Raybearer by Jordan Ifueko and Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi) as well as Black literary classics! Finding and reading Black fic authors in fandoms with Black characters! By learning how we describe ourselves and our skin colors, you’ll learn and practice how to appropriately describe us!
Now I can't make you do any of this! But I do want you all- writers especially- to start noticing our bias, how we may default to the experience of whiteness- and how that affects the way we write. When we have Black characters, and really any character of color, we need to start paying attention to how often their features, culture, and activities are emphasized, even for what we may consider to be 'background' details. That’s how we normalize creation and understanding, and become better at writing!
It’s just something to practice; remember, it’s the thought that counts, but the action that delivers!
In addition, if you are interested in a simple read into why approaching race is so uncomfortable as a whole, I've attached Robin DiAngelo's book here! Thank you to the PDF guru @toiletpotato for the link!
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shadebloopnik · 3 days
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Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.
Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.
Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.
He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-
So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.
It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.
He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.
Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.
But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.
So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.
Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."
Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.
What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????
"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.
But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.
"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."
Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.
Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.
"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"
Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.
Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??
(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)
Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.
"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."
He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.
So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.
Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.
But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.
Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.
Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.
They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.
As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.
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mylight-png · 14 hours
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I have thoughts in regards to That Photo of Shani Louk receiving an award.
But first, I'd like to address something I've seen in our community about how the situation has been handled.
Many people I've seen have been sharing their anger and pain in regards to the photo and the award, rightfully so. However, many of these people have shared those thoughts alongside That Photo. While I understand the intent of this, I'd like to just ask for people to not do that.
Do not distribute That Photo in any way, please.
Shani Louk's family has asked for that photo not to be shared. Her family has asked for her to be remembered for her life, not her death.
Instead, I encourage you to share your views alongside a photo of Shani from her life. Share her as she lived, not as she died.
Let Shani's memory be who she was, not what was done to her.
Now, I know there's little I can say about the photo and award that hadn't already been said. I'd like to talk about it anyway.
First and foremost, receiving an award for photographing a woman being subjected to the worst a person can endure is disgusting. That award was given for taking a picture of a woman who has been raped and killed, and of her body continuing to be violated and paraded around. Not for protecting her, not for intervening, not for doing anything to help anyone.
Additionally, as I mentioned before, Shani's family has asked for that photo not to be spread around, and the resurgence in publicity that this photo is getting as a result is a direct blow to the family's wishes.
In that photo, for the purpose of that photo, Shani is used as little more than a prop. It is dehumanizing and violating. It is beyond that, but I cannot even come up with words to articulate how horrible it is.
I'm sure we've all heard the phrase, "people love dead Jews" at this point. This photo receiving a major award is simply confirmation of this. This photo, a photo of a dead Jewish woman, receiving such a highly esteemed award, proves this. I am sick to my stomach just writing about it.
There is nothing about that photo that would merit an award and it tramples upon Shani's memory and dehumanizes her even further than she already has been.
In protest of that award, I encourage you to share photos of her that aren't of her lowest moment.
Share photos of her life, share photos of her art. Do not share photos of her death.
Here are some photos I am choosing to share:
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You can find these photos online, there's a whole Instagram account dedicated to sharing photos of her life. The first and last photos are from an article about her art being put up in an exhibition. These photos are out there, just find and share them please.
May her memory be a blessing and may it be protected from further desecration.
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aureuscanidae · 2 days
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"i wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby"
⤷ or: what do you need to hear? a pac reading.
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requests are open. like and reblog if this resonates <3
pile one. [six of swords reversed, king of pentacles, four of wands]
right off the bat, i'm getting that you might be feeling trapped or blocked, like everything that's happening around you is agonizingly slow. maybe even for some of you, progress is not looking good or there seems to be no signs of improvement. well, i'm here to tell you that this is just temporary. just take a step back from whatever it is that you're working towards and remember that before you can move forward, you have to first let go of what you need to let go. a question you need to ask yourself is, what do i need to let go of or change? this may be a little scary, but it's like the oil your engine needs to make your car go faster. you need to make some changes to help you move towards your manifestations and goals. once you make these changes, i'm seeing that a lot of good things will inevitably come your way, whether financially or in your relationships with others. the happiness and stability you want is on it's way to you, good luck!
pile two. [ten of pentacles reversed, the fool, knight of cups]
this message feels a bit more romance-inclined, so for those looking for confirmation that a new connection is coming, here it is, but not without its consequences. this relationship feels like a breath of fresh air, this person in particular will be quite romantic and there will be a lot of sparks and attraction between you both. you'll feel light and fun with this person. however, there might be opps out there who are gonna disapprove at first. this can be your family or your friends. is your family strict with you dating or who you might be dating? if so, then this connection will probably find you once you're out of their household, since the fool card represents a new beginning. if you're already out of their household, then the message here is not to place too much power to their opinions. assert your boundaries and stand up for yourself, your partner and your connection. good luck!
pile three. [two of swords, wheel of fortune, three of swords reversed]
one common theme in all of these piles seem to be change. you might be feeling paralyzed with indecision with an important choice that you have to make. this message calls for you to look within yourself, examine your priorities and what you really want out of life, and know that no matter which path you decide to take, there are things that are going to happen that are beyond your control. don't worry, though, luck is on your side and there are better times ahead of you. the choice you make in the end might not be something you had in mind for yourself, but it's full of opportunities to grow better as a person. who knows, maybe it's going to be something you need. i wish you all the best no matter what you decide to do, good luck!
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4theitgirls · 13 hours
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productive ways to fill up your notebooks
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money & savings tracker
it’s always a good idea to keep track of where your money is going and save when you can, especially if you’re looking to boost your finances and start taking charge of them. you can track your pay days, how much you receive, how much you can put away into savings, and budget the rest into what you’ll need until next pay day.
long & short-term to-do lists
a lot of us make daily to-do lists, but i also like to include long term to-do lists to keep track of the things i would like to achieve eventually. for example, a long term to-do would be to learn italian, while a short term or daily to-do would be to study italian for 20 minutes.
wishlist with a reward system
you may want to keep track of the things that you would like to buy for yourself, but if you want to be a bit smarter about it, you can make yourself a reward system tailored to your specific goals. for example, if your goal is to lose weight, you could allow yourself to spend a certain amount of money on your wishlist for every 5 or 10 pounds you lose depending on how much you’d like to lose.
books you want to read
i always see books i think look interesting or think i would like to read, but end up forgetting the title or where i saw it. you may want to keep track of the books you want to read and cross them off once you finish them.
prayer list
if you are religious or spiritual in a way where you pray or meditate, you may want to make a list of the things/people you want to pray for or meditate on.
habits you want to start with a plan for each
it’s easy to say you want to start waking up earlier, eating healthier, taking care of your skin, etc. but it can be difficult to make those things part of your routine without taking small steps each day to get used to doing those things each day. have one broad habit in mind and figure out what it takes to get there.
fitness tracker
whether you’re just getting into working out or if you’ve been doing it for a while, it can be useful to keep track of which workouts you do each day so you can see what you do the most and what you want to do more.
random beauty & health tips
i don’t know about you, but i hear random beauty and health tips all the time in media or just in daily life, but end up forgetting what i’ve learned. you may want to write them down when you hear them so next time you’re in a situation where you could use it, you remember it.
specific monthly goals & tracker
as y’all know, i make 5 goals at the beginning of each month and post them on my blog. i highly recommend this, as it is a great way to put emphasis on certain things you want to focus on at monthly intervals rather than trying to do every new thing at once.
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grimm-writings · 3 days
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Hi there!
I'd like to request something for the Laios party x reader where reader licks rocks like how archaeologists sometimes do to determine if it's a rock or a fossil. They just won't stop licking stuff. One moment you are just having a chat and walking side by side and the next reader grabs a rock and licks it. How would they react to their crush licking things that are certainly not food?
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“stop licking the damn thing!”
…ft! touden party x gn! reader, platonic izutsumi & reader
…tags! fluff, some crack, headcanon format, grimm doesn't know shit about rocks
…wc! 342 ; 400 ; 405 ; 344 ; 303 = 1794
…notes! this ask enraptured me i had to complete it posthaste. i’m not an expert in archeology or geology, but i hope you enjoy! 
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Laios
“Ooh, can I have a lick?”
His ass does NOT give a fuck.
You could do anything and he wouldn’t be fazed I’m dead serious.
Honestly, once you do it in front of him he’d steer the conversation towards your study and how you figure out each time what is a rock and what is a fossil.
He may not fully take in all the information you give him.  This isn’t a topic he’s admittedly too interested in.
Honestly he’d probably take up some of your advice and see if he tastes monster he can figure out certain things about it.  Considering most monsters are made of raw meat, he has to be held back by your fellow partymates.
Someone (Chilchuck) usually has to encourage you to not “enable his behaviours.”
Overall, Laios simply does not judge!  He’s open and welcoming, and will even take part in your study with you!
(It’s an added bonus that he really likes how you explain things to him…)
Almost like an eager dog, Laios leans over your shoulder to look at the stone in your hand.  Prepared to explain yourself, like usual, you take a breath. “May I?” he interrupts you.  You still for a second.  Does he mean…? You slowly lift the rock up to the taller man behind you.  You don’t have any words as he leans down to give a small lick. You’re almost flattered from how open he is to it. At the taste, Laios’ eyebrows furrow, and he seems to seriously try to dissect the flavour.  He hums and tilts his head to you.  “Salty?” “Yeah,” you reply, slowly growing a bit more comfortable as you get an excuse to talk about your study, “so that means this rock might contain evaporite minerals.” Laios smiles slightly, leaning back to his full height to converse with you in a more casual position.  “Which are?” Your conversation continues, with Laios taking mental notes that he’ll hopefully remember for later next time he comes across a monster. Maybe if you find a gargoyle…
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Marcille
Sorry she is so judgemental.
You are so lucky she likes you or else she’ll loudly give her opinion on how gross it is.
Well, that is until she learns the context as to why.
She’ll still be a little bit unsure, wondering if it’s proper conduct at all.
Marcille is trying her best, she really is, but you can’t just end a conversation so suddenly because you saw a rock, licked it in front of her, and said “hm… sedimentary.”
She wonders every day what she did to deserve such an… interesting taste in crushes. 
Though, like all things, give Marcille some time and she’ll warm up to your habits a bit more.  It may even be that she’ll be wondering about her study of the dungeon, running her hand along the wall, and thinking that she could call out to you to taste the wall and tell her the material.
She may not try out the method herself, but she’ll at least tolerate how you do it.  There’s a science behind it, after all…
Marcille stares as you lick your lips and hum to yourself.  Her mouth is a thin line and she’s trying her best not to come out with a disapproving comment. “Any… interesting findings…?”  She stiffly asks instead, gripping Ambrosia as if you’ll try licking her to figure out the levels of Mana too.  You can never be too cautious, even if she is only made out of wood. You smile at Marcille, either blissfully unaware of her austerity or pretending to be.  You hold up the stone in your hand and outline something with your finger.  “I think if we break this, we might find some fossils inside it.  You can keep it for your research if you want.” Marcille’s ears perk up slightly at that.  “For… me?”  She asks aloud, as if there’s anyone else who’d be interested in dungeon rocks.  As soon as she processes it she’s flushed and avoiding eye contact.  “I mean, this is your field of study, not mine!  I couldn’t possibly…” But you take her hands in your own, and place the fossil in her palm.  Marcille’s breath hitches when you take her fingers and fold them over the stone. “I trust you to come up with something.”  You beam at the elf, and she thinks that she might just have to take a chance in your skills.
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Chilchuck
Not exactly open to it, not entirely critical about it either…
…But you will get a bit of a look whenever you do it.
He might be more the kind to make sure you aren’t outright doing it at stupid moments.  You better not get any ideas looking at those statues!
Sometimes you’ll be about to hold the stone up to your mouth, and right when your tongue is about to touch it, you’ll hear Chilchuck sigh a “don’t.”
Honestly this guy is treating you like a dog with something it shouldn’t have in its mouth.  Don’t worry, worrying and fretting is how he shows his love.
Even if he doesn’t like admitting to it…
If you try to explain how licking things helps in your study, Chil is inclined to raise his eyebrow and say that your field must be full of weirdos.
Then again, he’s the one who likes you so maybe he shouldn’t be too harsh…
He’s willing to let you do what you need to do but that doesn’t mean you’re free from his scathing commentary.
Crouched down, you analyse some rock in front of you.  It stands out a fair bit from most of the other geodes down here.  What could it be…? You lean in, your tongue grazing the stone slightly, and you lick.  The tip of your tongue familiarises itself with the taste.  Maybe metamorphic…? “Are you serious?”  You freeze at the sound of Chilchuck’s boyish voice.  On your hands and knees licking rocks isn’t exactly the ideal position to be judged in, even as you turn to look at the half-foot, arms crossed.  “Senshi is in the middle of cooking, no need to resort to eating rocks.” You roll your eyes.  You’re used to how Chilchuck treats your study at this point.  “I was just curious.” Chilchuck scoffs, walking up to pull you by the back of your collar up onto your feet again, which you do with some coercion.  “Yeah sure,” he says, “just wanna confirm you haven’t completely lost your marbles yet.” You look up at him, and squint.  Holding back a laugh, you mutter, “was that…?” “No, it wasn’t a dad joke,”  Chilchuck sighs, leaving you to your devices again.  “Just don’t do anything stupid when no one’s watching.” He hopes even as you giggle and confirm, you won’t notice the bright blush blooming on Chilchuck’s cheeks and tips of his ears.  How embarrassing…
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Also winning the dgaf war I fear.
He’d watch you lick some of the rocks you had picked out from your travels while resting.
It comes as no surprise that it then crosses his mind if the flavour changes when cooked, which he asks if he can do with some of your selection.
You can use your imagination on how Marcille and Chilchuck reacted when told that today’s dinner is … just rocks.
(Laios is disappointed that it isn’t any cool monster rocks.)
One delightful montage later, and ‘tis finished!  Since they are for your research, Senshi insists you have the first bite.
Crunch… and oh, such unique flavours!
You gush to Senshi about how this is a major breakthrough in how different minerals react to cooking conditions, and he gives you his observations too.
Honestly, just sort of wholesome bonding!
“Aye, this one cooked easily, while this one took plenty more time.” You nod eagerly as you watch Senshi point to two different stones.  “That’s because one is an igneous rock, which is magmatic.  The other is a sedimentary rock, which carries different minerals from lakes and oceans.  Separation in cooking must have resulted in different reactions!  I wonder how different metamorphic rocks would react…” As you mumble to yourself, Senshi happily continues his meal-making, occasionally responding back to you with hums and comments about what else each observed in his experimentation. Even when you had finished up your meal entirely, you thanked Senshi with the widest grin on your face.  He couldn’t help but be just a little flattered when you go on to joke that you should bring him home with you so he can help with your research. In return, Senshi listens to you, and hangs on your every word as you explain your findings to him.  Even if not too nutritious of a meal, the minerals from the rocks provide some calcium and other such buffs! And well…  If he can keep that happiness prolonged with his cooking, then he’s doing a very good job providing for you indeed!
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“Why are you eating rocks?  Looks gross.”
Make way for the #1 hater…
Izutsumi refuses to listen to any such rationalities you make about your study or why you lick rocks (even though she’s the one who asked), she’s still finding it icky and weird.
You’d have to fight fire with fire when it comes to her, you’ll question why she does some habits she does in return – such as licking her hand.
She’ll look at you like you’re stupid, before telling you that it’s a way for her to clean herself and notice if there’s anything caught in her fur.
“Ah, so like how I would lick rocks to identify anything embedded in them too!”
…How dare you try to rationalise yourself with her own logic, heathen.
Jail for reader.  Jail for 1000 years.
She’s not one to so readily accept other people’s weird quirks, but eventually she has to find that she’ll look stupid if she doesn’t…  It’s a bit of a dirty scheme, but it works.
“Come on, Izu, just give it a try!  I promise it just tastes like water.” “What kinda water?!”  She shoots back. You pause.  “W…Water?” This is how the argument between whether or not water has a flavour comes to be.  Izutsumi insists that some water tastes icky while others taste nice.  You have to explain that this pure water simply doesn’t have a taste.  She doesn’t believe you. In fact, Izutsumi makes you give the sedimentary stone another taste before affirming, it just tastes like water.  She’s about to grab your shoulders and shake you.  What kind of water?! It takes plenty of encouragement and an immediate failsafe orange juice Senshi squeezed out for her to ‘get rid of’ the taste when you get Izutsumi to taste the stone. She still hasn’t forgiven you… 
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Never Have I Ever (Steddie Ficlet)
The older teens—Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie,-- had been hanging out drinking at Steve’s house. No one can remember whose idea it was, but they ended up playing “Never Have I Ever” with who ever being the one who has done it having to take a drink. It was fun, mostly dumb ones, like “Never have I ever been out of Indiana (excluding the Upside-Down) or “Never have I ever smoked weed.” It was one of Robin’s though, that nearly gave Eddie a heart attack.
She looked around the table, smirking, half tipsy. “Never have I ever slept with a guy.” She laughed. Eddie thought nothing of it. He figured she used this one to get as many people at the table to drink as possible. Eddie wasn’t surprised when Jonathan, Argyle (they are dating now, he thinks), and Nancy take a drink with him. What nearly causes him to choke on his own beer is seeing Steve also pick up his glass and take a sip.
His shock causes him to cough up his drink, and though his reaction may have been the most dramatic, but other than Robin, everyone else looked confused too. Steve was oblivious to the looks around the table though, only drunkenly turning to Robin saying “That’s not fair, dude. You knew you would be the only one not to drink.” He playfully complains. 
Eddie clears his throat, being the one to ask the question everyone was wondering. “Harrington, you slept with a guy?”
Steve looks around, first confused with the reaction, slowly realizing that everyone was looking at him. They weren’t judgmental, of course, just surprised. He looks awkwardly at Robin who just shrugs her shoulders, before he says. “Oops I guess I forgot to tell you guys. Kind of figured you all knew since we are all…you know…queer. “
Robin laughs at the absurdness of his statement. “Aww Steve, they thought you were our token straight.” She sticks out her tongue.
Eddie doesn’t know why but he kind of feels…jealous. When he thought Steve was straight, it was easy for him to just accept that Steve in unattainable, that he doesn’t like guys. But knowing he does…changes things. Steve was into dudes, and he is a dude. But now he feels like Steve is unattainable in a new way…he is out of his league. Steve can’t want Eddie, no matter how big of a stupid crush he has on him. That hurt more. He can’t explain why he said what he said next, maybe he is a masochist. But his mouth works faster than his brain. “Who?”
“What?” Steve scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion, a strand of hair falling across his forehead. Eddie hates that this makes him more attractive.
He wishes he could pull the word back in, he wishes it would have stayed trapped against his teeth, but it didn’t so he has to go with it. “Um…I mean who was the lucky guy that slept with King Steve?” He tries play it off as a joke, like he’s teasing but honestly part of him wants to know what Steve’s type is.
“Oh, um a few guys, I guess. The first one was Tommy. Before Nance and I dated, I used to hook up with Tommy and Carol sometimes. Most of the time it was the three of us, but I have been with both of them separately.” Steve goes red, realizing all the attention is on him now.
“You were like a …throuple with Tommy and Carol?” Nancy asks in disbelief.
“No, nothing like that!  What we did was just for fun. Those two were their own thing. “ He put his increasingly flushed face in his hands before continuing. “Let’s…uh move on from this embarrassing can of worms Robin has opened.
Everyone nods, but Eddie’s big mouth strikes again. “You said there was a few…”
“Eds, you really wanna know all the guys I slept with?” Steve raises his eyebrow, embarrassment going to amusement. He shoots Eddie a smirk before adding. “Why? You wanna be on that list?” He winks.
Shit. Eddie was too pushy. He doesn’t need to know. His face turns red. “Uh no. I’m sorry, I’m just being nosy. I’m sorry.” He repeats without his usual confidence. He continues to ramble apologies.
“Eddie…” Steve interrupts. “I’m just messing with you, man. It’s fine. I don’t have secrets with you guys. There were a few random hooks ups from the gay bar Robin, and I go to in Indianapolis, and um my senior year, I hooked up with one of the guys one the swim team. See no big secrets.” He laughs.
The tension Eddie was feeling dissipates with the sound of Steve’s laugh. Steve doesn’t care…Eddie is reading too much into this. “No big secrets.” He parrots back. And with that, they were back to the game, no one bringing up Steve’s “come out,” No mention of Eddie’s weird reaction, nothing that should make him nervous. But part of him swears he notices Steve staring him down more as the night goes on.
They end up all watching a movie, everyone passing out in the living room, half tipsy, and just feeling safe. Robin and Nancy are cuddled together on the couch while Jonathan and Argyle are tangled together on the love seat. Eddie had been on the chair and Steve was on the third cushion of the couch. They had been the only two still awake, neither very comfortable where they are. When the movie comes to an end, Steve whispers, “Eds…come on man. Let’s go upstairs.”
“up..stairs?” Eddie stutters out like some pathetic 13-year-old kid with a first crush. But he couldn’t help it. Was Steve asking his to go to bed with him? Maybe he wasn’t crazy. Maybe Steve was flirting with him earlier. Maybe he was staring.  
Eddie watches as Steve stands up, walks closer and holds out his hand, Eddie instinctively responds, taking the other man’s hand, letting him pull him up. “Yea, upstairs. That chair is not comfortable.”
“No, its not.” Eddie agrees as they head for the steps, still hand in hand. When they get to the top of the stairs though, Steve lets go. He starts leading Eddie to the opposite end of the hallway from his bedroom. When they stop in front of the door at the end, Eddie understands. He feels his heart drop as Steve opens the door to the guest room. “Finally have an excuse to use this thing.” He softly laughs, before turning away, saying over his shoulder “Night, Eds. Let me know if you need anything.”
All Eddie can do is nod lamely, as he steps into his room for the night. He closes the door before collapsing on the bed. His brain is on an emotional roller coaster. He feels stupid thinking that Steve Harrington, queer or not, would be into him. Before he can spiral into self-deprivation, he is pulled back to reality by a knock on the door.
When he opens it, there is Steve Harrington, now clad only in the tiny red shorts he sleeps in. It takes every thing in him to keep his brain from short circuiting. “Steve? What’s up?” He hopes he sounds casual.
“Eddie, why did you react that way earlier when you found out I like guys?” Steve cuts to the chase.
“I..I told you man, just surprised.” He tells a half lie.
“I know, I know. You said that but why did you want to know who?” Steve continues, gears obvious turning in his, trying make the connections he thinks he sees.
“I don’t know.” Eddie looks down at his own feet. Looking at Steve feels dangerous right now, Like Steve could see right through him.”
“Eds? You don’t know?” Steve asks skeptically.
“Yea I don’t know. I just asked. Making conversation, man” Eddie deflects, still looking down.
“I don’t believe you.” Steve says back plainly. Eddie was about to protest, insist Steve was wrong. But before he can, he feels a gentle hand under his chin, pushing his head upwards, so Steve can meet his eyes. He’s frozen as Steve smirks whispering, “I think you wanted to be on that list too.”
Eddie can feel his cheeks going red. Without thinking he replies, “I want to be the end of that list.” As soon as the words leave him mouth, he wishes he could pull them back in. “Oh god, I am so sorry. I don’t expect you to just settle with me or anything. I’m sure you have better.’
“No Eddie. I wouldn’t be settling.” He lets out a sign. “ I should have phrased this better. Eddie, I want you. And not just for sex. Like don’t get me wrong, that’s part of it. You’re so fucking hot. But you are so funny and smart and dorky and such a good friend. I’ve been into you for so long. So um, what do you think?” All confidence and charismatic attitude is gone.
“You like me?” Eddie sputters out.
“Oh my god! Yes, Eds. I do. I like you. Honestly, I think I love you and I don’t know how else to spell it out to you. I just don’t get it, Eds? What more…” Steve is cut off by the soft lips pressed again his. It takes him a moment to realize Eddie is kissing him but when he does, he finds himself kissing back. His hands tangle in Eddie’s hair while Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s waist.
When they finally pull apart, Eddie asks “So you wanna add me to that list?
“Yea, I do. Eventually. But for tonight I just want to cuddle with me…boyfriend?” He asks, worried he jumped the gun.
“Yea…I want to cuddle with my boyfriend, too.” He smiles, pulling Steve into the guestroom, closing the door behind them.
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❝Good, very good morning.❞
Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader
Warnings: Smut. +18. He's older (only two years, but, you know). Unprotected sex (do not do it please¡!). Cum inside her (don't do it!!). Frustrated orgasm. Contain orgasm.
Summary: Basically you wake up in his bed, in his house, and next to him. What more could you ask for? Let you cum, maybe...
The plot of this One Shot is totally mine and my imagination.
You can find this in Spanish in my wattpad account (delicateew)
Remember that English is not my language so it may contain several errors, please be patient with me
Don't translate this, or adapt it, or anything like that into Spanish, I'll do it, because it's my language. Thank you!
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His kisses traveled all over your face, but you were reluctant to wake up.
"Buongiorno amore.."
"Five more minutes.." you whispered and moved, turning around and facing away from him.
"Mm, I don't know.."
He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him and began to leave kisses on your neck.
You sighed, but didn't open your eyes, he wasn't going to get you to get up.
Until you felt him begin to suck on the weak spot on your neck.
You moaned softly, unable to resist him. His kisses were too hard to ignore.
"That's not fair..." you murmured, feeling embarrassed at how easily he made you react.
He sucked harder now on your collarbone and your soft moan filled Nott's ears, turning him on even more.
His hands slid from your waist to your ass, squeezing it gently as he continued to kiss and suck the spot that made you shiver.
You felt him smile and he pressed himself closer to your back, letting you feel his hard bulge on your lower back.
"Are you feeling how I get with just your little sound...feel what you're doing in me?"
Without letting you answer, with his hands on your waist, he turned you around getting you face to face with him and without warning, kissed you.
"Theo.." you whispered as soon as you could break away from the kiss, but he returned to your lips and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you up on top of him without much effort.
He moved one of his hands down to your thigh, squeezing it and with his other hand he grabbed and pressed lightly on your neck, trying to pull you even closer, if that's even possible.
You brought your hand to the back of his head, stroking his hair.
He moved you around settling you on top of him, allowing you to feel him so hard and lumpy that you let out a big heavy sigh, and apparently your reaction pleased him and made him smile.
He pulled his shirt off and then pulled yours off, watching you for a moment.
It didn't take him long to unbutton his pants and pull them down along with his boxer shorts, causing his member to pop out and bump against your abdomen.
He now pulled down the shorts you were wearing and tossed them somewhere in the room. Afterwards, he moved his hands to the edge of your panties and slowly pulled them down while looking straight into your eyes.
Once the clothes were strewn all over the room, he grabbed your hips lifting you up, lined his member up with your entrance and kissed you.
"I love you, my sweet." he said when we broke away from the kiss.
"I know." you replied trying to tease him, and of course you did.
He raised his eyebrows at your response and released your hips, causing you to fall on top of him carelessly, his member entering you completely in one motion.
You moaned so loudly you thought it could have been heard throughout the house. In the position you were in, you on top of him, you swore it felt even deeper.
He gasped and began to move slowly inside you. With his hands fixed on your hips, he was moving you up and down on top of him, faster and faster.
He tried to bring one of his hands up to your head, to pull you closer and kiss you, but accidentally pulled your hair, causing you to moan loudly.
He smiled without having expected it and looked at you.
"So the girl likes to have her hair pulled, huh?"
"Shut your mouth." you said totally embarrassed, with red cheeks.
"Okay, amore, I'll keep that in mind.."
With one of his hands he continued to control the movement of your hips and tangled your hair in his other hand, then pulled it back, leaving your neck more visible, which he began to kiss and suck on instantly.
The movements of your hips, which he controlled, made you go faster and deeper.
It was so pleasurable that you began to scratch his shoulders unconsciously.
You felt yourself getting closer and closer, and Theo could feel it.
You closed your eyes and just as you felt you were about to cum he stopped his movements.
"Fuck, what are you doing?" you moaned, frustrated that you were so close.
He gave you a smirk and pulled out of you.
After a few seconds, where you practically missed the approach to your orgasm, Theo turned you around, leaving you beneath him.
He re-entered you and moved slowly, causing you to begin to despair.
After several torturous minutes of Theodore moving deep but slow inside you, you felt your orgasm approaching again.
You buried your hands in the sheets, and just as you were about to, he stopped again.
"Theo, already..." you moaned.
You felt like crying because of how frustrated you got every time he wouldn't let you come.
He let out a chuckle, and moved inside you again.
But this time it was different, he moved quickly, so deep and hard.
And at last, your long awaited orgasm came.
You dropped your head on the bed as Theo kept moving.
And after a few minutes, he cum inside you and left a kiss on your neck.
"Theo.."
"Dimmi, tesoro."
"I love you too." you whispered.
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Deborah Kerr (Bonjour Tristesse, An Affair to Remember, The King and I)— For several decades she held the record for most Oscar nominations without a win (6 in total), and she was a prolific leading lady throughout the 40s and 50s. She's best known today for the romance An Affair to Remember with Cary Grant, and as the governess in The King and I. Many people have this erroneous perception of her as extremely prim, proper, and virginal, but this could not be further from the truth. When she first came to Hollywood under MGM she was typecast into boring decorative roles, but broke sexual boundaries for herself and Hollywood generally in From Here to Eternity, when she made out (horizontally!) with Burt Lancaster (on top of him!) in the famous Beach Scene. She went on to play many sexually conflicted women, a character type that would define most of her post- Eternity work. She continued to break Hays Code boundaries with Tea and Sympathy, which addresses homosexuality/homophobia head-on, and even did a topless scene in The Gypsy Moths 1969!! One of the only classic stars to do so. She deserves a more nuanced and frankly a hotter legacy than she currently has!!!
Hend Rostom (Cairo Station, Eshaat Hob)— Egyptian movie star called the "Marilyn Monroe of the East", need anyone say more
This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Hend Rostrom:
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Deborah Kerr:
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I think she was one of my first crushes before I realised I was bi in The King and I when I watched it as a kid honestly. The kissing scene in From Here to Eternity is iconic for a reason. Actually tried to learn the accents for the characters she was playing if they weren't English which is more than pretty much anyone else was doing then. Played very restrained characters who frequently seemed to be desperate not to be so restrained. Did horror movies without venturing into hagsploitation tropes. Gave Marni Nixon the credit she deserved for her share of the singing in The King and I.
Anne Larsen is a peak late 1950s bisexual with big MILF energy. Have you seen the behind the scenes pics of her wearing a suit?? Have you????? Vote Deb as Anne Larsen.
Nominated for an Oscar six (6) times and never won, but besides her having actual talent (hot), and besides her looking Like That (very hot, also beautiful), she was always playing women who are, like, crazy repressed. Which makes it fun and easy for me to read these characters as queer. Icon!!!! You know what's hot? Playing ambiguously gay in vintage Hollywood.
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Her face and talent and body, yes, ofc, duh. But also!!! Her HANDS!!!! I may be but a simple lesbian, but she is the best hactor (hand actor) that ever lived and that's HOT! For propriety's sake I feel I must redact a large portion of my commentary on this subject. Anyway. She's hot in her most famous roles (mentioned above), and also some of her sexiest hacting is on display in An Affair to Remember (her hand on the bannister when Cary Grant kisses her off-screen??? HELLO???), Tea and Sympathy (when she's trying to persuade Tom not to go out and she keeps flexing her hands like she wants to reach out to him but can't??? ALLY BEHAVIOR! WE STAN!), and The Innocents (which opens and closes with extended shots of her hands bc director Jack Clayton was also an ally and he did that for ME). Much of her appeal also lies in the fact that she often played deeply repressed characters and you know what's hot? When those uptight characters finally unravel. It's sexy. It's cathartic. It's erotic. Plus, she's beautiful to look at in both black & white and technicolor, and the more of her films you see, the more you can't help but fall in love!
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Literally is in thee most famously sexy scene of all time (or maybe just during the hays code era which is what we're talking about HELLO), which is the beach scene with Burt Lancaster in from here to eternity. To quote a tumblr post of a screen capture of a tweet of a video of joy behar on the view: "y'know, there used to be movies where they were kissing on the beach... From Here to Eternity. They're kissing-- Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr are Kissing on the Beach and then the WAVES crash!! You know exactly what they did!"
She might have a reputation of being chaste and virginal or whatever, but we all know it's the quiet ones who are certifiable FREAKS
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thinking about the relationship between sif and the universe, and related theories / headcanons aka I listened to a song and I need to get these feefees out of me
this is a lot of prelude for something that can be shown with just the video clip, but I want to include all the strings that make up this knot
Its not explicitly stated, but I believe it's pretty clear that whenever sif repeats something three times while hoping for something (sharpening the keyknife, carving in general, praying to the change god statue in dormont), he is performing wish craft.
however, he doesnt repeat anything three times when getting the keyknife. he doesnt even need to pray to get it at all, the change god just gives it to him. they say themselves that they dont care for rituals. they never even take credit for the stat buff, they only take credit for the keyknife
when sif changes how they pray at the change god statue, their method more strongly resembles the ritual to make a wish at the favor tree (picking the one you like best), and as a result the buff gets better. it is the wish craft ritual that is the important part of the prayer to that statue, not the change god
one thing that IS explicitly stated is just how powerful wish craft is for those who know the rituals, and how dangerous it is in the wrong hands. between the disappearance of colors (Im pretty sure that was the result of a wish, I may be misremembering), the disappearance of the country, and the king being nearly successful in freezing all of vaugarde in time, it only takes one wish to take out massive chunks of the world at a time
we know that wish craft is very entwined in the culture of the country (the story written about in the journal is told as a cautionary fairy tale, the rituals themselves are so deeply ingrained in sif that the wish to forget the country did not restrict his memory of the rituals, and he can perform wish craft without even being fully aware he is doing it)
it seems reasonable to me that the reason for the country's disappearance was to hide the existence of wish craft and the rituals to access that power from the rest of the world. considering sif didnt even remember his culture AND had good intentions, and still nearly ended the world, seems like that concern is pretty well founded. however, thats not the important theory Im making this post about
the country has knowledge of wish craft in conjunction with worship of the universe. "the universe leads, we can only follow," "the universe willed it," seems pretty safe to say that sif's Universe is the "entity" that is granting wishes
the way wishes are described, they dont seem like something the universe grants based on who worships it. as long as you know the ritual, you get the wish. everyone is part of the universe, after all, worshiper or not
Admittedly, its a bit of a stretch to say that the universe as a collective force has any sense of empathy for human struggles. but using the change god as an example, as spiteful as they are to sif, and unsympathetic to anything other than a human's role in the concept of change, they still show a great deal of care and favor to mira, someone who loves them. it is possible for a deity to care for those that care about it
sif, despite no longer having access to his culture or why he cares about the universe, still loves the universe, very very deeply, just as much as mira loves change. the change god says that sif's deity will never answer him, but I dont think thats the case
and this is the important headcanon that I am making this post for
sif is performing the rituals, so he gets the wishes, simple as. but I feel strongly that his wishes getting granted in very small but noticeable ways, despite not knowing how or why hes doing it, is the presence of his universe helping him, caring for him, even when he doesnt remember it
the strongest evidence for this, and the basis for this whole thing, is exactly how euphrasie breaks down in act 5
at first I only really noticed when she laughs, it reminded me very much of how the change god, a being who uses sprites of other characters and has done a whole possession, laughed during their encounter. they and euphrasie are the only two that use anything other than "ha," and right after this laugh is when her breakdown pauses and she says the lines
"... Soon you'll be able to go back to your normal lives. Away from battle and strife. Finally, you'll all be able to go home!!!"
which, knowing the end of the game is coming, is incredibly relevant. very deliberate
before this pause, her breakdown seems pretty chaotic. the characters and the player are just coming out of one harrowing experience, and are clearly headed for another. the cohesiveness of this glitchy breakdown amongst a mess of the rest of the world doing the same isnt really high up on the list of priorities. none of the characters notice anything beyond the fact that reality is breaking, not even sif. it just sounds like scary nonsense.
but with the context of euphrasie being possessed to talk to sif, every single one of her lines makes perfect sense
(footage from Zhain Gaming on yt)
the universe is there its talking directly to him, it was there the whole time
the Universe loves Sif so much
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"Why are you pulling away from me?", Whumper pulled Whumpee's leash harshly making them fall forward, "whatever is going on better stop before you get punished."
Whumpee whimpered as Whumper grabbed their collar and pulled them close.
"Please", Whumpee gulped, "please don't hurt me, I-I'm I'm", Whumpee started to stutter and shake.
"You're what?", Whumper impatiently pulled Whumpee until they were face to face.
"I'm nasty, and-and dirty. I think I smell", Whumpee gasped as the collar tightened.
Whumper looked at Whumpee with disgust, "what did you say?"
"I saw myself in the mirror earlier. How can you be okay with touching me and being near me", Whumpee gasped, "I-I can't breath very well."
Whumper realized and released their grip on the collar.
Whumpee fell down into Whumper's lap and scrambled to the floor to get away.
"Do I own you?", Whumper sat back.
"Huh?", Whumpee looked up in fear.
"Do I own you?", Whumper repeated, "is that not my collar around your neck?"
"Ye-yes master", Whumpee looked down and began fiddling with the dog tag.
"Are you saying I own things that smell and are dirty?", Whumper frowned, "is that a thing you should say about your master? That they own something gross."
"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee bowed, "I didn't mean it like that. I just..."
"It's not a pets place to say that they are dirty, it's their Master's place", Whumper sighed, "you are not allowed to have such human thoughts. Am I clear?"
"Y-yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee kept their face into the carpet.
"Remember what belongs to me can't be dirty", Whumper lifted their leg and rested their foot on Whumpee's head, "am I clear?"
"Y-yes mas-master, please have mercy on me", Whumpee pleaded, face now shoved into the carpet by Whumper's foot.
A while later Whumper stood from their seat.
Whumpee shyly watched from the corner of their eye as Whumper left the room.
'They're mad at me', Whumpee sighed to themself, 'I'm an idiot.'
Whumpee heard water running, it sounded like it was coming from the bathroom.
'Here comes my punishment', Whumpee groaned, 'I wonder if it will be scolding hot or ice cold', Whumpee almost wanted to run to Whumper to plead for forgiveness, 'will they hose me down, make me sit in it, or hold me under', these thoughts made Whumpee shake.
"Come"
Whumpee shook their head a little to get rid of the thoughts.
"Are you deaf? Come here", came the command again.
Whumpee quickly looked over to where the voice was coming.
Whumper stood with their hands on their hips, making their impatience known.
Whumpee quickly crawled to Whumper.
"About time", Whumper sighed, "you were thinking again, weren't you?"
"Yes Master, I'm sorry. I was just thinking of all the ways you were going to punish me. I hope I may find grace in your eyes, please", Whumpee begged.
"I'm not going to punish you", Whumper sighed, "I considered your feelings, and have decided to let you have a bath."
Whumpee looked at Whumper in shock.
"You mean it Master?", Whumpee couldn't believe what they had heard.
"Follow me", Whumper led the way to the bathroom.
Whumpee looked into the tub and saw a bath had been drawn with bubbles.
"These are for your hair and of course soap. Do you need any help, or can you manage?", Whumper pulled out a towel and wash cloth from a closet, "you can take as much time as you like."
"I can do it Master", Whumpee happily looked at Whumper, "thankyou so much for allowing me to clean up."
"You're welcome. I'll allow you to have a spa day once in a while as a treat that you must earn for good behavior. The better you are, the more I will add for you to enjoy", Whumper frowned, "I will help with your teeth and nails as I normally do, the rest you can do for yourself. I will continue taking care of your hair as well."
Whumpee nodded, "I could hug you right now, this means so much."
"I'd rather you didn't", Whumper frowned, "I'll be in the living room. Come find me when you're all done."
With that, the door was closed and Whumpee was alone.
They reached their arm into the water. It felt so warm, it sent goosebumps down their body.
They climbed into the tub and just sat in the water for a while. The bubbles sizzled on their skin.
A few more minutes passed, and they started to clean themself. They scrubbed every body part they could reach.
"This feels so good", Whumpee sighed in relief.
When the water started to cool, they unplugged the tub and watched the water level go down. They frowned at how much dirt and grime had come off.
Whumpee turned on the shower head and started to clean their hair.
When satisfied they lathered up their body one last time, and did their final rinse.
Whumpee dried themself with the towel, then wrapped the towel around their soaked hair.
They fiddled with their collar for a while. The thing was soaked, but Whumper didn't remove it, and they had no right to remove it on their own.
"Master didn't leave a brush for me", Whumpee looked around, "they did say they wanted to continue taking care of my hair."
Whumpee opened the bathroom door and got down to crawl.
Whumper smiled as Whumpee rounded the corner.
"Feeling better?", Whumper sat up.
"Y-yes master", Whumpee crawled to Whumper's legs and happily nudged their head against Whumper, "thankyou so much."
"Good, go ahead and sit down", Whumper pointed then reached for the brush, "I'll brush out your hair."
Whumper unwrapped the towel from Whumpee's hair and watched it fall to Whumpee's shoulders.
"I will admit you do smell better", Whumper started to run the brush through the damp hair, "I suppose that's nice."
"Did your pet have a good idea Master?" Whumpee looked up at Whumper, "I hope I did."
"Yes I suppose you were due for a wash", Whumper untangled some of the hair, "did you enjoy the bubbles?"
"Yes Master, they felt good", Whumpee looked up at Whumper again, "it all felt good."
"That's good", Whumper continued to brush until they were satisfied, "your hair feels softer as well."
Whumper eyed the collar, "I forgot to take this off, it's wet", they reached for the clasp and removed it, "we'll let this dry for a while."
Whumpee happily nudged their head against Whumper's leg again.
"I guess you are feeling better", Whumper leaned back, "climb up here, come on. I'm sure you would love a nap after that shower. Too much for a dog to do in an afternoon."
Whumpee did as they were told and climbed up onto the furniture. They rested their head on Whumper's lap.
Whumper patted Whumpee's head for a few minutes before resting their hand on Whumpee's back.
"My silly little pet having human thoughts", Whumper chuckled, "that stupid brain of yours should only worry about pleasing me, that's all it's good for."
Whumpee gently nodded, "yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee whispered, "I will work hard and be a good pet for you Master."
"Very good", Whumper grinned, "now go to sleep."
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ansel-rae562 · 14 hours
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The new Doorman
[Doppleganger!Milkman x Reader]
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{Author's note: So I accidentally made a promise to a bunch of people in tiktok so here I deliver you a smut, please note this is my first writing one since I'm more into Angst and I also made this gender neutral as I can so yeah.. Enjoy!}
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First day of Job being a doorman! finally you found a job, looking for one is a bit hard. And this is quite a high pay so why not but this one involves dealing with doppleganger's which is kinda dangerous but the D.D.D assured you that you'll be safe as long as you stay in your office.
After you watched the introductory film explaining about how the job works, you opened the metal window and saw the D.D.D personel
"Welcome and congratulations on your new Job! Remember you have to watch out carefully for the doppleganger's. There are times that the neighbors are not on the list, check their ID's closely and their appearance's as well, or else you and the others may end up dead.. That's all you may continue"
The personnel left and you decided to check the today's list
"Okayy.... So here will be the expected people..."
Izaack Gauss
Mia Stone
Albertsky Peachman
Elenois Sverchtz
Francis Mosses
Anastasia Mikaelys
"Wow... Uhuh that's quite alot....but nothing I can handle"
A few minutes later a person came "Good morning, I see you're a new doorman" The woman said as she handed in her ID "Good morning and Yes I am ma'am" You greeted then looked at her ID 'Gloria Schmicht'.... "Uh ma'am? May I ask why are you not in today's list?" You asked "Oh It's cause my mother had an emergency and I had to be there" After checking all the files and seeing almost no anomalies you called the apartment just in case and found out that the wife is actually home "Sorry nope, bye" you said immediately pressing the danger button and calling the D.D.D.
Hours passed by dealing with a few doppleganger's which some of them being visually creepy and threatening you till a man came, he was wearing a white button up shirt and a white hat that has 'Milkman' written on them. He looks tired, bags under his eyes showing then he spoke "Good afternoon, here's my ID and entry request" you stared momentarily before deciding to check all information, he also has an attractive voice which made you blush a little.
Learning that his name is Francis and he's the local milkman around town you couldn't help but have a little crush I mean he's attractive, his voice is also attractive, tired guys may or may not also be your type and he does have a pretty decent Job so he does perfectly fit your dream guy. Not long after it's finally night time and also the end of your shift, you packed your items that you brought with you then the one who'll exchange with you arrived "Hey..." She greeted "Hold on a sec, have to make sure you're the real one" you said checking all the workers files "Wow darling... Taking your job very seriously huh?.. impressive" she said with a subtle smile, she has green eyes and bags are shown under her eyes, she looks like she has been doing this for years.
"Well yeah... Don't want to lose a high paying job ya know" you replied and confirming that she's the real one "hmm, Understandable" you opened the metal door and she bid you goodbye "Careful darling, some doppleganger's are hostile and might attack you, here take this it's a 200v taser.... don't worry i have plenty" you thanked her and left to fo home. Walking home is kinda creepy especially at night, you wouldn't know when a creature of some sort is gonna pounce on you right now that's when you heard a rustle on a nearby bush then something jumped out.
It was cat... Quite a big one but it was injured on its side, you went closer and tried to reassure the cat "Hey... Hey there kitty, don't worry I'm a friend.." as you said those words the cat looked at you with a mix of hatred and confusion "I can help... I promise, I won't hurt you like whoever did that to you" The cat slightly calmed down and let you pick them up, you arrived home and put your bag down as well as settling the cat on your table and immediately finding the first aid.
You tended to the cat's wounds and surprisingly it just let you do your work, you winced to yourself finding that the wound is a bit deep "Gosh who would hurt a cat... They're sweet" finishing it up you wrapped the cat up with gauze "there you're all fixed up kitty... Hm.. i guess I could also feed you since you're at my house" you then went to your fridge to look for something to feed the cat and for yourself.
"You settling alright kitty?.." you asked, after feeding the cat you set up a box with a few soft rugs in them for the cat to sleep on and the cat looked at you with content eyes, chuckling lightly to yourself "you know it's amazing how your eyes can actually communicate, it's cute" you turned around to turn off the lights of you room "Night kitty..." You said finally falling asleep. The next morning you woke up and saw that the cat was nowhere to be seen and the window has few paw prints "Dang it I was planning on adopting him" you said sadly then started getting ready for the day.
Arriving at your workplace the girl from last night greeted you "Good morning darling!, did you have a good rest last night?" She asked "good morning, Yeah I did thanks for asking" you replied then she opened the metal door and went out "uh... You're not gonna check if I'm the real one?..." the girl turned around and said "Would you be asking that if you were a fake one?... And besides you're new it'll take a few days before they decide to copy you" she turned around again and left. Starting your shift like what you did Yesterday, letting a few people out giving them an entry request for when they come back, dealing with a few doppleganger's, letting people in once confirming that they're the real one till finally the guy from yesterday came; Francis "Hi mr. Milkman" you greeted, he looks a bit surprised when he saw you "Oh uh... Hello... " he said smiling slightly, you blushed then he handed you his ID only but you looked closely you saw he has a small mole on his left cheek which the real Francis didn't have. You kinda have memorized what he look and a few of his information from the files.... Kinda creepy of you but you couldn't help it, he was now your crush "Oh... I'm sorry, my good sir but I actually have this guy memorized and you're not him..." You said and before you could close the metal window you humped as he banged on the somehow sturdy window "What?!... How could!-... I see you like little mr. Milkman.. " the faker said his eyes were really angry and creepy "Yeah nope bye." you said then pressed the danger button and called for the D.D.D. Minutes later the metal window opened "There was no one in sight but I suppose the doppleganger already left before we arrive, you may now continue your work"
The day ended and you switched shifts with Loira, the name of the girl that you work with she bid you goodbye and you went home. Weeks later the things just go by on a repeat with some of them you going on a late night grocery, what's really interesting is that the doppleganger who always pretends to be Francis, he'd show up you find a small detail that the real Francis doesn't have, he'd get angry telling you things like "I'll get you next time" "I'll fool you one day" "Why are you so observative of the guy" then once you call for the D.D.D service he'd disappear before they could arrive like what's the deal with him?... Earlier he said something that actually sent shivers to your spine "Wait till I devour your fleshy body, Human" that was an actual pretty creepy threat, didn't realize that your already at your doorstep from a long day, you set down the groceries on the kitchen counter and went to take a quick shower and change.
After that you arranged all the groceries, it's pretty quiet around your house since you live alone, your parents on another country and your house is pretty far away from other residents so you'll be aable to hear anything out of the ordinary. Going up the stairs to sleep you decided to stretch around a little while you do so, you felt a weird sensation going up your leg, you looked down and a black substance of sorts but before you could scream another one covered your mouth as other one's quickly wrapped around your legs and arms separately, along your torso as well completely immobilizing you.
You looked around saw... Francis?... but his eyes are dark with white glowing dots on the middle "Hello... Doorman, I did say I will get you... Didn't I?" He spoke. You were confused, scared how did he know where you live? "Hey... Hey there... Little human, no need to get scared after all I'm a friend.... Aren't I?" That's when realization hit you. The cat that you helped was a doppleganger "you know human, you hurt me when you set your eyes on someone else... I thought you liked me?... Didn't you say so yourself?" He said which earned a muffled confused rambling from you "No... You must pay for making me believe you... " Before you could make another confused noise the tentacle like substance was removed around your mouth "What now-" you were cut off by something shoving into your mouth deeply making you gag, it was one of his tentacle.
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He relentlessly attacked your mouth making you gag, you tried to squirm away but it was futile he has you wrapped around his other tentacle's. By then your eyes then started forming tears, you looked at the doppleganger of Francis which amused him "Look at you... Such an expression... I want more.. " he said. He set you down on your bed having your arms up above your head as he crawled between your legs "I did say I would devour your fleshy body... Don't worry it's not in a way I would eat you to the bone" he then slowly tore your garment earning a gaged up moan from you. He looked at you directly seeing that lewd expression from you also looking at him, he then slowly dipped his down between your legs which made you moan once again. You couldn't help but moan while he completely eats you out while also making you suck on one of his tentacle's, you were completely helpless making you take all of the pleasure like obedient slave.
That's when you felt something go in futher inside you, it felt like a very long tongue reaching up to the parts that you never could reach and hitting you perfectly on your spot making your body jolt and moan loudly than before "hmm?... is this your spot...?" He said while his tongue was still deep into you, he fastened up the pace than before almost a bit too fast than normal making your body more hotter and eager for a release. Not long after you came he adjusted himself, he humed in satisfaction "this will do..." He said then he removed the tentacle from your mouth as you looked at him with tired eyes "aww.... Already tired? Unlucky for you I'm not done yet" he adjusted his position, you didn't even notice that he entered you once again but this with his cock which made you yelp in surprise. He mercilessly pounded at a fast not giving you a preparation while his other tentacle's explore your exposed especially around your chest, waist and neck and his hands holding your thighs firmly to keep your shaking legs in place.
Release after release, you couldn't keep up anymore till you passed out from complete exhaustion and pleasure. He finally unsheathed his cock from you and loads mixed both of his and yours spilled out, staining the bed beneath the both of you. He then looked at your passed out form, your heaving chest, your belly slightly bulging and your beautiful sleeping face... "Such a perfect human.... I just wanna keep you" he fixed your sleeping form in a much comfortable position and pulled a blanket over before making his way to the telephone and dialed a number "Hello... Loira hey! I called a bit early so I could inform you that I'm sick..... Yeah please do.... Thank you I will bye!" He turned back to you and layed beside you "Rest now, my human...."
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cinnamonest · 3 days
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Also on note of that “bone breaking” post I believe Xiao is an absolute menace to the innkeepers because of his inability to gauge human sickness and injury. He's thoroughly convinced any slight discomfort you experience is a near-death situation.
Human life is incredibly fragile. Their bodies are nearly unbelievably susceptible to death from even very mild injuries and sicknesses, they die so easily it's frightening. Which is why he has to be very vigilant with you.
You once got a bit nauseous from eating something a bit past expiry date — you insist it's just food poisoning over and over, but he practically drags you to a pharmacist anyway “just in case,” because there are many deadly pathogens and parasites humans can die from that begin this way, and you will drop dead before you even know something is wrong.
If you have a headache, it's probably an oncoming aneurysm that will cause sudden death. You may think you have a mere common cold, but he is well aware that many very dangerous and severe illnesses begin as symptoms of common colds, some of which progress so rapidly you may not have time to notice before sudden death.
You try to explain your throat hurts because what you ate is giving you heartburn, but if it has the word heart, which is a very vital organ, that can only mean you are at great risk of, you guessed it, sudden death.
More than once now you've been sleeping a little too deeply — your breaths are so slow that it looks like you're barely breathing at all, so he has to shake you awake to ensure you are still alive. Any cough or sneeze is met with this head-jerk in your direction and yellow eyes wide open staring in panic, and you have to swear up and down you just got swallowed the wrong way or inhaled some dust.
Not even period pains are safe — it's normal, so you insist, you can't hide your discomfort so you're all but begging him not to worry about it, but this one time he remembers about seven hundred years ago he once heard a villager mention a woman who had internal bleeding mistaken for just that and died, so it must be seen professionally (yes, each month). The whole concept bothers him — you're bleeding and in pain, those things are bad, how can you be sure it's the normal amount of bleeding and pain and not too much, that you're not actually five minutes away from dropping dead? That's right, you can't know, which is why you have to let him carry you to the harbor for the third time this week.
Injury is even worse — yes, he's aware that human flesh bruises easily, but this bruise is on your ribcage, and you don't recall how it got there, there are organs underneath there and you could very well be internally bleeding out.
Both innkeepers are, at this point, used to him coming bounding into the main lobby in full-fledged panic, demanding to hand over the emergency medical kit kept by the front desk so he can save you from bleeding out (you accidentally cut your finger on a splinter on the baseboard), and they no longer bat an eye or ask where you're going when he comes barging through carrying you (protesting, at that) out the door without a word before vanishing in the direction of the nearest village with a doctor… even when you try to get their help to please tell him I'm fine, they just ignore you at this point, knowing it's futile.
There's a death at the inn once — you try to be reasonable and explain that it was a very elderly and sickly man who most certainly died of natural causes, but see, you don't know for sure that he didn't have some kind of rare rapid-onset deadly illness that can spread from the bottom floor all the way up to where your room is, so it is imperative that you be disinfected professionally.
He annoys the doctors too — they're all used to it at this point too, but many of them are aware of him, and none of the humans really want to oppose or risk upsetting one of these beings they have a degree of reverence for, so much to your dismay, all of them continue to treat his concerns as legitimate, even though it's very blatantly clear to you that they're faking taking it seriously.
On the bright side, having some pity on your suffering perhaps (or being tired of dealing with the same thing over and over), the harbor pharmacist managed to convince him that an over-the-counter mild painkiller was a miracle cure for a wide variety of ailments, so unless you feel that you need more, he says, then that should be enough… which cuts down on the frequency of your unnecessary emergency care visits, but only somewhat.
At this point, surely at least one of the concerns has been legitimate, he has definitely saved your life more than once by now. And yet, you have not thanked him for this, you continue to be so naive to your own fragility and do nothing but complain about it when you literally owe him your life. Unbelievable.
But rest assured, your ungratefulness will not deter him from continuing to take the utmost care of you, he'll continue to save you, regardless of how unappreciated these life-saving efforts are.
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lostinforestbound · 2 days
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Absolutely no one asked for this but I really needed to get these out of my system, so today I present to all of you, my:
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General Lia and Cal Headcannons
Please please please share if you have random headcannons about these two! I would love to hear them! I also may make a Part 2 to this because I think about them a lot.
Lia
Lia is a very sappy drunk. When she drinks too much she'll be very emotional and teary eyed. She'll actively tell Cal and Rolan how much she loves them. Cal is very used to it, but it throws Rolan off every time.
She absolutely loves animals! If Tav doesn't beat her to it, she would absolutely take every stray cat in Baldur's Gate and keep them, much to Rolan's dismay. If he put his foot down about them not staying in the tower, she would at least go out and feed them when she has time.
When she was very young, despite odds of her losing, she would've absolutely stood up for both Rolan and Cal when they got bullied. Not just standing up for them, she would genuinely beat the shit out of anyone who dared to hurt them.
Their mother would chastise her for it at first, but eventually, she would've taught little Lia how to properly defend herself in case it happened again. She would also tell her how proud she is.
In their dynamic, Lia usually is hunting or foraging food for them if they run out on the road. She's fantastic with a bow, so she successfully hunts down rabbits, squirrels, and pick up safe berries. She has a little booklet with her that tells her which are poisonous or not.
I think she would be genuinely fascinated by druids, but the Grove incident would've put a very sour taste in her mouth. She'll probably revisit the topic in the future, but definitely not soon.
She loves doing arts and crafts of sorts! It absolutely her favorite past time outside of training or shooting her bow, such as shaping clay or building small trinkets out of wood. She also really likes puzzles, and would spend some quiet time by herself solving them no matter how long it takes her.
Lia can be forgetful of dates. She often forgets Rolan's birthday, Cal's, and sometimes even her own. The only date she remembers clearly is the day of their mom's death. When it happened it destroyed her, same with Cal. Rolan helped picked up the pieces, and she didn't realize until much later he didn't even get the chance to grieve properly.
She doesn't like fighting with Rolan, she really doesn't, but sometimes she feels as though he lacks empathy. That he should care about other people more, not just themselves. This has caused the start of many fights, much to Cal's misery. Sometimes she would go as far as calling him selfish.
She won't admit it out loud except when drunk, but she's inspired by Rolan. Not as much as Cal maybe, but his ambition and seeing his determination left a huge impression on her. It's partially why she's still so headstrong.
Cal
Cal is a talented cook! When he was old enough to do so, he took over Rolan's kitchen role when they were still young. While many mishaps happened in the kitchen due to some clumsiness, he made fantastic dishes with what they had. They didn't look pretty, but tasted amazing.
Cal, without fail, always remembers Rolan's birthday. Rolan has mentioned the date once in passing, and he never forgot it. He always gets a gift for him, whether something he bought with his own money or something handmade.
Their mother was usually the one who got Rolan gifts, including a small cake. After she passed away, he was determined to still get Rolan something. Anything.
That is the first time Cal ever baked a cake. It was an absolute mess; flour everywhere, some batter on the ground, and some icing on his face. The cake, in all honesty, looked awful. But Rolan insists it was the best cake Cal has ever made for him. Rolan cried later that night because he's never felt so appreciated.
He had no money as he was too young, so this would also be the first time he's ever stolen something. There was an higher class noble talking down to a commoner one day, so he took the opportunity and snatched one of the books in their stack when they weren't looking. That was Rolan's first ever magic book; he still has it with him always.
As their mother was a seamstress, Cal also picked up sewing. His other job within their sibling dynamic is clothing repairs, but mostly for himself and Lia. Rolan insists he can fix his robe by himself with a simple mending spell.
Cal is a very giggly drunk, though I don't believe he drinks that often in the first place. Only on special occasions such as the Tiefling party. If he drinks a little too much, he'll get real sleepy and end up passing out somewhere quiet.
When he was younger, any time he would cry after having a nightmare, he would go straight to Rolan. His big brother always held him close and put on a light show, no matter the time of night. Sometimes he goes to him and lies about the nightmare, just to see the magic show. It helps him go to sleep.
Cal looks up to Rolan more than Lia, though he loves Lia just as much. He sees Rolan as an inspiration, even when he can't do magic himself. He never fails to remind him that he's family and that he'll always love him.
I don't believe Cal is a crybaby, but he's definitely more prone to crying than the other two. He feels his emotions very strongly and aggressively. He's not afraid of crying either, he thinks it's very healthy to let yourself weep once in a while, even if there's no good reason for it. He honestly wishes Lia and Rolan would cry more; maybe then they won't explode at each other so often.
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Geto bounces his leg impatiently, waiting for Shoko to show up as he grips his coffee mug with white knuckles, his mind racing with plans, possibilities, a way to dig all of you out of this mess. But he doesn’t know if he has the strength or bravery to move forward with it. 
Satoru’s willingness to engage in the games Geto was playing wasn’t anticipated, he thought Satoru would put up walls and withdraw like normal.
He ends up staring into the middle distance, playing over every detail of the conversation you had with him that night. 
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By the time he carried you to his bed and let you curl into his side, you were crying again. Your hiccups sound in the closed space. 
“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” He hummed low, gently rubbing your back in slow motions to help you calm your breathing. 
“Everything.” You croak, hiding your face in his chest in shame. You let Satoru touch you like that and somehow Suguru wasn’t yelling at you and kicking you on the curb. The shame flashes hotter, remembering how needy you were from just Satoru’s fingers. 
“You gotta give me more than that.” He says with a small chuckle, attempting to lift the mood but it only makes you cry harder, your face twisting in frustrations. “Baby girl, you can talk to me. I promise I’m not going to be mad at you. Let it out.”
“I’m pissed at both of you.” His eyes widen when he realizes that he’s somehow lumped into this and it isn’t just Satoru’s treatment of you. He feels you shudder as the words start pouring from your mouth. “I’m so god damn upset that he only realized that he wanted me after he couldn’t have me. I l-love him so much and I was f-fine to just be his friend, but I f-feel taken for granted. I decided a long time ago I wasn’t going to be one of his fangirls and it turns out I’m just something for him to be selfish over.” 
“Sweetheart… He’s not-” He starts and is cut off abruptly. 
“Don’t sweetheart me.” You snap suddenly, pulling away from him as you angrily wipe the wetness from your cheek. “Don’t defend him to me. And don’t think he’s the only one I’m upset with. What are you waiting for?” 
“W-waiting for…?” He trails off in confusion, his heart lurching with the idea that he may have been pushing you away when he desperately wants to keep you around. The dread in his stomach magnifies when he sees your face drop just the tiniest bit, your eyes starting to mist over again. 
“What is this to you?” Your voice cracks as you point between the two of you. “A-am I just something to d-distract you to get over him? Am I enough to fuck but not to ask out?”
“W-what?” His eyes widen and he sits up suddenly, pulling you into his lap where he can better cup your cheeks with both hands. He tries to stay calm, willing the fear that he was repeating his mistakes with Satoru with you. “(Y/N), baby, you are incredibly important to me. I haven’t said anything b-because I thought it was obvious and I didn’t want to overwhelm you… you’ve been so on edge with Satoru.”
“And what about you and him?” You lean into his touch, seeing the genuine panic in his eyes, his focus entirely on you and your needs. How could Satoru make you think that Suguru didn’t care for you?
“The two of us are… complicated.” He swallows around a lump in his throat, unable to avoid the elephant in the room anymore. He’s been so afraid that talking to you about this would only highlight all the things wrong with him and drive you away, but now the lack of communication was doing it for him instead. “He broke my heart a-and it’s still in pieces, but it’s healing. I can’t tell you that I don’t still love him, but that doesn’t mean I’m using you to get over him. Loving you is separate from that and if you want to be my girlfriend, I’ll take it gladly.” 
“You…” You stare at him in shock, a different type of moisture misting your eyes. “You love me?”
“I do.” He insists, resting his forehead against yours. “Desperately. I didn’t expect it, but I wouldn't be begging you to move in if I didn’t.”
“A-and you don’t care about… w-what happened? Really?” You check cautiously, wanting to make sure that you were both on the same page.
“I don’t care. I promise.” He assures you softly, peppering small kisses across your face. “You’ve just ended up stuck between the mess we have with each other… and can I be honest with you too?”
You nod quickly.
“I clearly didn’t establish any expectations of exclusivity with you and… it was kind of hot.” His cheeks flame at the admission, not wanting you to take it the wrong way. “Meaning I didn’t mind seeing you like that.”
“O-Oh?” You squeak, your face going crimson to match his. “I- Um-” 
He silences your stammering with the press of lips to yours, humming in appreciation when you respond immediately.
“No expectations, sweetheart.” He assures you softly, thumbing your cheek. “I just wanted to be clear.”  
“I just… I want the two of you to be ok.” Your eyes meet his, pleading, seeing how the pain has impacted the both of them. They’re both too important to you to continue to see them suffering.  “And I don’t want to be the reason that drives you further apart, Sugu’.”
“You won’t be. I’ll figure something out.” He reaches down and picks you up by your thighs, laying your back on the covers. “Now, do you want cuddles? Or for me to help finish what he started?”
“Both?” 
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Over the following weeks, Geto took his time to figure out how to approach what you had asked from him and it wasn’t easy. He watched you attempt not to be a jittery mess around Satoru. 
He knows you haven’t acted on the feelings he now knows you’re harboring, but he knows there’s going to be a breaking point. There were only so many heated stares you could dodge before he corners you somewhere again. 
He knows it's driving you up a wall and he knows from experience what being at the receiving end of that was like. When you come to him to blow off your sexual frustrations, he gladly meets those needs. He kept to himself how it heated his insides to picture you allowing Satoru to use you again, even as he teased you relentlessly for getting so hot for your best friend. 
Then there was the longing he continued to direct at Geto. It wasn’t new but it only complicated things. The mess had him ready to put his head through a wall and he was shocked it hadn’t descended into a fight at some point. 
He sighs into his mug absentmindedly and Shoko continues to level that accusing squint in his direction, willing him to spill what’s on his mind. 
“Out with it.” She demands after a moment of continued silence. 
“I’m still in love with Satoru.”
“Everyone knows that, Suguru.” She replies back plainly, examining her nails as if she’s bored. 
“But I’m obsessed with (y/n).” It’s his turn to squint at Shoko when she sighs heavily, like this is all a drag and he doesn’t need her here. Honestly, why did they go to her to moderate in the first place?
“Everyone is very aware of that.” She snorts, thinking about the amount of times over the past few months that someone in the group had caught you two together. First it was Gojo grumbling to her about seeing you making out on the couch, then Kento catching Geto bending you over the sink at some party they literally dragged him to, then there was Shoko who had the displeasure of catching you kneeling between his legs, letting him fuck your mouth. 
“Well does everyone know that Satoru cornered her in our kitchen and shoved his hands down her pants while he thought I was away at work?” He snips, happy when he sees Shoko’s face pale. “That’s what I thought. So forgive me if I need to talk this out.” 
Shoko is quiet for a long minute, mulling over the situation in her head, coming to the conclusion that Suguru likely had. 
“If you’re trying to pick, I don’t know why.” She hums thoughtfully. “We all hated when you broke up, I know there were issues but… maybe she’s what you need to balance each other out.” 
“And you think she’d be okay with it?” He chews his lip nervously, the last thing he wanted was to pressure into this type of relationship. “She said she… talks to you?” 
Shoko simply sits there, evaluating what she should tell him of what she knows. 
“She does. She… spoke with me when she was dealing with her feelings for Satoru. I still see that love when she looks at him, no matter how hard she tries to bury it. And she wouldn’t have been crying in my room about you if she didn’t feel the same. I think it's worth a try.”
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If you’re trying to pick, I don’t know why.
Those words become Geto’s driving force when he sets out to make this a reality. He could have your love and fix things with Satoru like you asked of him. And the two of you? You could be selfish with him and have everything you want. Geto wasn’t sure how you’d react, but he could easily talk you into the positives and he knows you’re dying for Satoru to touch you again. 
It was Satoru that was the wild card. Would he be able to look beyond their messy past and start again with a fresh start? 
There is something within Suguru that decides that he’s going to keep this plan all to himself. He wants to capture the moment you both crack and give into this in his mind. 
It's how you are pushed to ask Satoru to join your weekly movie night, Geto insisting that they should try to normalize hanging out again. And you want that desperately. 
At the end of the day it didn’t matter what Satoru was trying to do to steal you from Suguru, you just missed him. You missed his laugh, his teasing smile, and his company. It was as simple as the fact that you were incomplete without him in your life, you don’t know how Suguru has handled all of these months without him at his side. 
Geto is pouring your favorite drinks, the first for Satoru and the third for you. After the second drink, your body has finally relaxed enough to not be skittish when Satoru joins the two of you in the kitchen, plopping down the snacks he insisted on purchasing. 
“Popcorn directly from the movie theater for the spoiled princess.” He snorts and slides the pail of popcorn down the kitchen counter before shedding his hoodie to remain in his mouth watering gray sweats and t-shirt. “Woah… slow down on the drinks and let me catch up! You ate right? Suguru, tell me she actually remembered to eat.” 
You feel both of them level an assessing stare as you choke on your drink, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. 
“I had a granola bar around noon?” You supply unhelpfully and snatch your popcorn before they can take it from you. “I’m fine. The only light weight here is Sugu’ anyway.” 
He groans loudly at the teasing and wordlessly takes his drink and searches the cabinet for his own snack. 
“That’s what happens when you miss all the parties.” Satoru joins in with you, loving the opportunities that Geto drops his guard enough to be affected by teasing. “You know there was a party where (y/n) threw up all over Kento’s loafers when he went to pick her up? Ow-!”
“You said you’d never talk about that!” You yell and Satoru hisses and rubs at his arm with a heavy pout, a look of dramatic betrayal playing in his gaze as you smack him to shut him up, your embarrassment apparent. 
“Aw come on, sweetheart.” Geto chuckles and hands Satoru his own drink. “You can’t dish it and not take it back.” 
You roll your eyes and grab Suguru’s arm to tug him to the couch, settling at his side and leaning against his chest. By the time you’ve melted into his chest, clutching your popcorn happily, Satoru appears from the kitchen with his half finished drink and a grin. 
“Let me in!” He whines and nudges your popcorn out of the way, crawling along the sectional until his cheek is pressed against the top of your leg, his arms wrapped around your thigh as he uses it as a pillow. 
You freeze in place, your hands hovering in the air, tensing at the position that used to be familiar between the two of you. Geto notes your worked up form and gently rubs your hip, calming you down as much as possible, he doesn’t want you to get spooked. 
A small shiver works through you as Satoru thumbs the fabric of your pants, nuzzling into you with a content sigh. You allow him to get comfortable, getting used to the feeling of having him close again, even as he places a chaste kiss to your thigh. 
Satoru has never been able to sit through a movie and soon you and Suguru are treated to the sound of his light snoring. He subconsciously kneads at you, feeling you in his sleep as he mumbles unintelligibly as he soaks in your warmth. You grit your teeth, trying to concentrate on the movie as your center throbs. 
Why the fuck do you still want him so badly? It was like you never came down from the orgasm he almost pulled out of you.
“Why so horny, sweetheart?” Geto grins into your ear with a coo, enjoying how you don’t even realize you’re squirming against him. God he bets you’re soaked.. 
“M’not…” You mumble, keeping your eyes glued to the screen where Geto can’t see your rising blush. 
“You keep trying to press your thighs together…” He points out with an amused whisper. “And your hands are twitching. Go on… He loves his hair to be pulled.” 
You’re unable to contain the shudder as his hot breath caresses your skin, his nose sensually traveling up the expanse of your neck before he kisses behind your ear.
“Geto.” You grumble sternly, dropping the use of your nickname for him, communicating your denial of his request. You weren’t going to toy with your best friend just because it got your boyfriend self admittedly hot.
“Awww.” He pouts, a mockery of Satoru’s earlier action. “I know you want to… and I want to watch you do it.” 
“Stop trying to cause more trouble.” You murmur as you turn to look over your shoulder to see his darkened gaze. A small frown graces your features as you chastise him. “You’re both terrible.”
“But I think we all need this, no?” He purrs, slowly kneading your hips in the way he knows turns you on as he kisses your neck with more force pulling soft, needy sighs from you. Geto uses the distraction to take hold of your wrists, using them to set your hands in his hair.
He watches greedily as you tentatively scratch at Satoru’s scalp, but growls low in frustration when you don’t do as he asks. You shriek as you feel Geto’s teeth sink harshly into your neck, making you jolt, your hands clenching and tugging at Satoru’s strands so hard it jolts him awake. 
The man wakes with a throaty moan, followed by a hiss when you dig into his scalp harder, your eyes fluttering shut and rolling back when he watches Geto sink his teeth deeper and reach around to grope at your breasts under your shirt. 
“‘Toru-” You whine needily for him, trying to pull him closer to stop the burning inside of you. “Please.”
He starts to move but then falters, his wide eyes flick up to where Geto is sucking purple splotches onto your skin and find the dark haired man already staring him down. Geto hums in appreciation when seeing Satoru fall back into their normal dynamic, submission suits him so well.
He used to obey him so easily. He wonders if he still would after everything that’s happened. 
“Go on, ‘Toru.” Geto sloppily laps at the marks he’s left on your neck, making you writhe closer to your best friend. “Our baby girl needs you, too.”
He follows Geto’s command without hesitation, righting himself as he rises from your lap and immediately reaching to toss your shirt across the room. 
“Fuck-” He groans in appreciation, seeing Geto palm your bare breast, your bra no where in sight. He falls forward, bracing his palm on the couch by Geto’s head as his mouth engulfs your other nipple, circling his tongue in time with his grip on your thigh.
“Stop teasing.” You plead, the heat in your body rising rapidly with the feeling of two sets of hands on your skin.  
“You’re going to deny him his fun?” Geto coos, stopping his administration on your tit so slide a hand down your center, deftly pushing past the hem of your leggings and panties with practiced ease. “Let him savor you and I’ll take care of this needy cunt.” 
“I could do that instead.” Satoru muses before switching to your neglected breast, using his free hands to grapple with your pants, working them down your legs so Geto can work you with greater freedom. He moans loudly when he’s finally met with the sight of your bare center, you’re so lewd laid out naked like this while they were both fully clothed.
“I don’t think so, ‘Toru.” Geto reprimands him before he can get any ideas, he’s not the one in charge right now. “Let her watch you strip while I get her ready for you. She’ll need it for how big you are.” 
You feel Geto shift, but continue his hand’s descent until he’s drawing lazy circles around your clit. He settles you in between his spread legs, the hardened length of his cock pressing hotly into your back as he slaps your legs apart, widening them to give Satoru an unhindered view when he sinks three fingers into your dripping center. 
You arch into Suguru, your eyes crossing as you feel the stretch followed by the rhythmic thrusting in and out of your tight walls. 
Your eyes fly open at a sharp tug of your hair only to be greeted to the sight of Satoru’s chiseled chest as he drops his t-shirt to the floor, followed up by his sweats, leaving him in only his briefs which outline a truly impressive boner.
“See something you like?” He smirks when Geto takes the opportunity to tease your sweet spot so you can’t even stammer out an answer with how quickly your high is building. “Maybe your boyfriend will let me eat your pretty pussy, angel. You look like you need my mouth to make it all better, hm?”
“Please make it better. I want you t-to make m-me c-cum finally.” You croak out squirming on Geto’s fingers when they suddenly still. 
“What? My fingers aren’t good enough for you anymore?” He teases with a grin, revealing in how you choke and sniffle, a stray tear of frustration at losing the stimulation escaping the corner of your eye. 
“Baby. Y-you know they a-are-” You stammer, your hips bucking to try to fuck yourself onto them. 
“Then you can cum for me instead.” His voice is commanding and absolute as he bullies them back inside of you, not stopping, even when your walls flutter around his digits, and even when you scramble to force his hand away, pushing at his wrist in a panic. 
“Stop!” You sob, feeling everything build without snapping, the frantic press of his fingers and Satoru’s heated gaze too much for your body to handle. “I’m g-gonna-” 
Satoru watches with rapt fascination, forcing your legs to stay apart as your body tenses and your back forms the perfect arch as you soak Geto’s wrist, more wetness joining the rest as he pulls every ounce of your orgasm out of your forcefully. 
“Good baby.” Geto coos, down at you while you tremble, small hiccups flying from you at the slightest stimulation. “So good I’m gonna let him be the one to fuck you. Maybe he’ll be a good boy for me after so long and I’ll let him pump you full of his cum. I know how wild it makes you feel as it drips out of you. Tell ‘Toru how much you want it.”
He wretches your face to the side, gripping your cheeks meanly so you’re staring at Satoru who, at some point, lost his briefs and was palming the length of his cock, unable to handle the lack of stimulation any longer. 
“What are you waiting for?” He smirks at how helpless you look in his exes grip, slowing the pace of his hand. Smirking when you shake your head just slightly. “Come on now… you weren’t so shy when you were begging to cum on my fingers. Let him hear how badly you want his ex, angel.” 
“Please, ‘Toru.” You cry out, your eyes watering at how badly you want him. “I w-want you so badly. Please-” 
“Sugu’, move out of the way.” He grumbles low, the couch dipping below the weight of his knees he settles between your spread leg, hooking his arms around your thighs to tug you down the couch towards him. 
Your breath hitches at the ease in which he moves you, you cheeks flaming when he presses your thighs towards your chest to get a full look at you, the tip of his cock hovering over you before it trails through your folds to smear the wetness that Geto forced from you. 
In a fit of frustration, you claw at his hip and attempt to reach for him, managing to grasp his length and pump it firmly before a second set of hands close around your wrists, forcing them off of him. 
“Sugu’ let me-” Your needy whine transitions to a loud moan as his hands press your wrists to the couch cushion above your head. “Let me go!” 
“You’re in the way of me watching him bully his cock into you, sweetheart.” He tuts at you like you’re an immature child, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of you spread open for Satoru, the sight even better than he imagined. He brings his eyes back to your hazy, misty ones, his cock twitching in his pants when you continue to struggle. “Besides he’s bigger than me and I know how you are. You’ll squirm around until the stretch makes you go limp.” 
“I don’t c-care. I wanna touch hi- oh my fuck-!” A scream rips from your throat when Satoru takes the opportunity of your distraction to shove his cock into you in one swift motion, meeting resistance as he forces his considerable length to bottom out, slamming against your cervix. 
“H-how are you still so fucking tight?” He groans and rears back to shove himself into you even harder, forcing your walls to accommodate him. “Sugu’ not fuck you good enough, angel?”
“He- fuck- he f-fucks me just f-fine-” You manage to squeak out as your hips try to squirm away only to be pinned in place when he completely manages to place you in a press, making you feel him all the way in your throat. 
“Not good enough?” Geto raises an eyebrow, his tone firm and domineering as he puppeteers Satoru with practiced ease. “Keep holding her down. I’ll be back.”
You start to panic as he stands and disappears into his room, leaving you alone with Satoru who’s using the time to shoot you a feral grin, suddenly speeding up, clapping the skin of his hips against yours. 
“All alone, angel.” He coos down at you, thriving at how you attempt to claw at him now that your hands are free but are unable to with the position he has you folded into. “Always knew you’d end up screaming on my cock. Who knew Sugu’ would stop being such a selfish prude with you.” 
“Shit-” You erupt in shudders, feeling yourself teeter at the edge again, sobbing in desperation to see how it feels to cum around him. “Fuck, ‘Toru- Harder please!” 
Your vision goes white when his thrusts turn bruising, and don’t stop, even as you try desperately to find yourself in the cloudiness of your mind. 
“Come on, angel. You can give me more than that.” Satoru’s face breaks into a feral grin, watching your skin ripple with each snap of his hips. Geto was right, you really do go limp when you’re dicked down properly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect for me, angel. You take my cock so good, baby.” 
You’re barely able to register when Geto returns, tossing something on the couch, too busy being fucked within an inch of unconsciousness by a pussy drunk Satoru. When Geto kneels on the floor next to where your body is prone, it jolts you, making your cunt squeeze harshly down on Satoru’s length, pulling a hiss from the man. 
“Sweetheart…” He coos low in your ear, learning forward to whisper in your ear so only you can hear. Goosebumps run down your body at the heat that courses through you. “Can I fuck Satoru while he fucks you?”  
He was proud of you for stepping forward with Satoru, but that doesn’t mean you were ok with Geto fucking anyone but you. He hums in appreciation as your misty eyes flick to his face in shock before a particularly brutal snap of Satoru’s hips combined with the mental image of Geto dominating the man
“Oh god!” You thrash wildly, your chest heaving in the attempts to suck down breaths while you cum again.Your pleas bleed together in a string of sobs. “Pleasepleaseplease-” 
“Tsk tsk, angel. I’m not done y-” Satoru starts, thinking you’re begging him to stop, but he’s been waiting for you for months, he’s not about to let this end now. His hips stutter when Geto stands suddenly and pushes his bottoms to the floor before grabbing what he threw behind Satoru. “W-What are you-? Ah!” 
You’re crushed beneath the weight of your best friend as Geto kneels behind him and grips the back of his neck, shoving him forward and holding him there. 
“God, you look so much better bent over.” Geto praises hotly, using the lube he snatched with one hand, fisting it along the length of his cock before smearing it between Satoru’s cheeks. “Fucking missed this..”
Satoru’s breath shudders out of him at the first press of Geto’s cock to his back entrance before he pushes himself in steadily, not stopping to give him time to adjust as he bottoms out and grabs his hip, keeping Satoru’s head forced down as he snaps his hips forward. 
“Sugu’” He whines needily, doing a complete change from the cocky, domineering man who was pulling orgasm after orgasm out of. His body relaxes, allowing himself to be forced to lay on top of you as Geto makes himself at home inside of him, panting hotly into the crook of your neck, needily pawing at your hips as an anchor.
“Gonna use you to make her cum, ‘Toru.” Geto gives a deep groan, the vibration rolling through the three of you as he allows Satoru to rock back against him, pushing back into his ass to jolt him forward, his twitching cock leaving against your cervix. “You’re a good toy for us, baby. Such a good boy.” 
You clench at the whimper that comes from Satoru, another orgasm rapidly approaching. Geto, ever attentive, reaches around Satoru to search for your clit, locating it with ease. 
“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.” He grunts in between his pants, urging Satoru to hit the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “Give us one more, love.” 
“F-fuck I’m gonna cum in you, angel.” Satoru’s head burrows into your neck with a guttural groan, biting into your skin, his hands groping at every inch of your skin, trapped between his two favorite feelings in the world; the stretch Suguru was giving him and the searing warmth of your cunt. 
With Satoru’s lips on your skin, your mouth falls open with a silent scream as your body tenses in on itself and snaps. The clamping of your walls around him, sucking him deeper spurs him to shove as deep as possible before allowing himself to empty himself into you with a satisfied shiver, barely holding himself up to not crush you as Geto finally starts fucking into him in earnest. 
“Gonna beg for it like you used to, ‘Toru?” He grins at his laborious breathing and your overstimulated, high pitched whines. “Come on. Put us all out of our misery.” 
“Please, Sugu’” He pants, his voice cracking before he licks his chapped lips. “Please g-give it to me. S’been too long, please.”
“Who’s fault is that?” Geto growls and grits his teeth, willing his orgasm to hold until he can pull this out of the two of you. “Doesn’t have to be like this. Come back to me, be with us.” 
“P-please, Satoru… w-want us to all be okay.” You cup Satoru’s cheeks as overstimulate tears soak your cheek, seeing everything that Suguru has done for the three of you. 
“Fuck-” He lurches, his hips spasming as he empties into you for the second time, his cock spurting into you uncontrollably and control his answer. “Yes. I want you b-both-” 
You slam your lips to Satoru’s, swallowing his moans when Geto slams into one last time, filling his ass with his cum. Slowly, Satoru’s breathing returns to normal as your tongues twirl each other’s lazily, only interrupted when Geto pulls Satoru’s head back, tangling his hands in his hair to give him a kiss filled with longing, passion, and all the unstated love he’s held back since their split. 
Being able to see them both in the way they should be with each other fills your heart with warmth, knowing it can only get better for you all from here.
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