kirishima has always been looked at as strong and commanding—always larger than life and in control—so he has no idea what to do when he’s pined underneath you and at the mercy of the way you play his body like a well-tuned instrument.
he’s out of his depth and feels half out of his mind as the tip of your tongue drags over his hip bone. you’re touching him everywhere—fingers bruising against his waist, his thighs, his calves—he knows that you are taking from him in a way that no one has ever, and he’s giving all of it to you willingly.
“b-baby,” and it’s stuttered and breathless as he feels your teeth sink into the skin of his inner thigh—he fights the urge to harden his skin subconsciously over the pain because it’s so good and he wants to feel all of it—
“so good, Eij—“ you coo into his skin, dragging the plush of your lips over the trails of raised, reddened skin your nails leave behind as you move down his body, “you’re so good, letting me play with you like this.”
to his shock, his hips kick at your works, completely enthralled by the notion of being a play thing for you—of giving in, of going soft for the first time in his life—
he feels your fingers dig into the muscle of his calves and has to shut his eyes so you don’t see them roll back into his head. the foreignness of his own submission is wearing off now—replaced by the heavy, slippery feeling of needing you, of leaning into this space where he can just be worshipped by you and know that you will be there to hold him through it.
you climb back up his body and he savors the feeling of your weight on him—pressing him into the sheets, the tension in him bleeding out from where your skin meets his—and he lets out a pitiful whine when your nails scrape over the taut muscles of his belly. can’t help it when his hips buck into yours, but feels the need to apologize anyway, because what’s happening right now feels so far removed from his own base desire to be buried inside you. this feels too refined, like more luxury than he deserves, and he feels like a neanderthal.
“it’s okay Eij,” you reassure him, and something inside him goes molten at the way you forgive him, love him— “i know it feels good. you can take what you need to, my love.”
and he shakes his head at that, frantically, because he doesn’t want to take. he doesn’t want control of this—he wants you to hold his pride in your hands and turn it into something malleable and fluid. he can’t trust himself to speak—he presses his palms into the bed and tips his head back, baring his throat to you, just hoping, begging you to understand—
he feels you take one of his hands in yours, feels you bring it to your face and press your smile into the inside of his wrist, nipping at the sensitive skin, sucking it into your mouth gently and laving your tongue over it.
“i see,” you murmur, and it sends a shudder up his spine so violent he feels his toes curl. your eyes rake over his body as you drag your free hand up his chest. he has to remember how to breathe when your fingers circle around the base of his throat.
“you’re such a good boy, Eijiro.”
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Because I watched Asteroid City last night and I cannot stop thinking about this fucking movie and tumblr is the place to be unhinged about media --
From what I've seen online, one way Asteroid City is frequently negatively misinterpreted is as a story about how there is no meaning (in life or in the film itself) but you have to keep going anyway bla bla bla. A lot of that is just people who didn't fully grasp the various layers of the film and how everything was pretty well thematically connected and relevant and not just like "ah Wes put in some random BS so that he could be like what does it mean??? It means nothing!!!"
But the other part of it, imo, is that this movie also fundamentally does not believe that there is no meaning in life. What it believes is that meaning is something you MAKE. It's something you DO. And that one of the ways we make meaning is by loving people and another way we make meaning is by telling stories.
There is no God; there is no authoritative answer-- the author is dead and, anyway, he didn't even know for sure what it was about while he was writing it-- but that doesn't mean there isn't any meaning at all. In fact it means there's an overabundance of meaning. A hundred different ways to see the same thing refracted through our own experiences.
The point of the artifice-- the impossible colours and the precise framing and the actors we recognize is to say: a story does not have to be "Realistic" to be good. A story can only ever meet you halfway. If you can allow yourself to follow it there-- to accept the artifice, to suspend your disbelief-- you can find within it depths of meaning that are only accessible through make-believe. Sometimes you need a fantastical, fictionalized story to allow you see your own life more clearly. You can't wake up if you don't fall asleep.
The characters in this movie don't have muted emotions because they're ironic and pretentious. They have muted emotions because of that old saying about how it's always sadder to see an actor trying not to cry than it is to see an actor crying. The important part isn't the emotion being shown onscreen. The important part is the emotion happening inside of YOU.
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Layton Mystery Tanteisha definitely isn't a perfect piece of media, but there are two things in particular that it did that I love endlessly and that's the two I giffed above. The left one is from episode 9 and the right one is from episode 49.
What I really love here is that it shows physical affection between two men and it also shows a grown man crying, and neither of these are turned into a punchline or commented on negatively. Layton and Luke's masculinity is not called into question because they hug or because Layton cries. Both of these scenes are a bit emotionally charged and it would be understandable if they broke the tension by adding a joke and if they were to, that would be the easy target, but they don't, and I love that about it.
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Reading a post about Kirishima (I love that man) and what you wrote about him having a bro’s before hoes mentality (even if it’s lowkey) and just.
Kirishima: “Bros before hoes my guy!🤘🏽”
*Y/N that’s been there whole time*
Y/n:
Kirishima:
Y/n: *Begins to leave*
Kirishima: “Baby wait-“
And follows right after her, Everyone of his bros just watching him chase after his wifey like the himbo/simp he is.
He's like, "Before hoes, babe!!! Not before girlfriends, or wives... or fiancées!!!" not realizing that just makes it worse.
You're like... "you have hoes???" AND HE STARTS WHINING EVEN HARDER while the squad is just 🤦🏻♂️
Simp is RIGHT, though!!! Cuz after all this he probably just starts to invite you to boys night, too... which is just a nightmare for EVERYONE. You're bored, the boys feels bad for you and for themselves, and he has to try and make everyone happy...
He probably does say it's okay for you to keep attending... but when you decline, he's just totally defeated, all, "Thanks, baby. It's for the best but I promise you're my number one bro anyway😞"
KIRI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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