#despite all indications to the contrary)

[not-poignant]

Hi, I've been rereading Falling Falling Stars and appreciating the nuanced way you represent issues in the kink community. I was at a very M/f-biased party recently and remembering the things Efnisien says about how some kink spaces can feel very sexist. While also noting that it doesn't mean any individual is bad! I also like the aspect of Ef being triggered by aspects of kink and some kinky characters being insensitive to that, but not malicious. I like having a story that shows these things!

Hi anon!

Oh man I loved being able to write about this. Especially because Efnisien was so fresh to kink at the time so it was all very obviously misogynist to him (which...some of it really is!) and Arden I think managed to explain pretty well that sometimes people have fantasies around this stuff that they feel ashamed of and they have a right not to feel shamed for exploring something in ideally a safe kinky space.

But at the same time I think there's also a big difference in feeling between majority-queer kinky spaces and majority-cishet kinky spaces, and most queer folk who have been in these kinky spaces know exactly what I mean when I say this. Not everyone has the privilege to experience both. Sometimes you just get the latter and make do. And there's often more 'queer' in those spaces than folks realise anyway, it just tends to be a bit more hidden, depending.

So I just liked the ability to talk about it actually! To have Efnisien talk about it, and Arden, and Kadek a little bit, and get the different perspectives. I loved writing Efnisien standing up for himself on the collar situation (to this day he doesn't wear a collar), and challenging things that become easy to take for granted in kink spaces because everyone is taking it for granted/not talking about it.

Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it, anon! :D

#asks and answers #falling falling stars #pia on kink #what i liked about efnisien and arden talking about it is #some of efnisien's observations are incredibly accurate #but he's missing the part where *some* of it is fantasy #and therefore not unhealthy or anything #the shitty part is when it intersects with very real misogyny (which it does) #(like when a DM just assumes the woman is the submissive/bottom and only addresses the man #despite all indications to the contrary) #(that's sexist and misogynist as fuck and you'll find that in the *majority* of cishet kink clubs all around the world) #efnisien due to his own past actions and his sessions with Dr Gary #immediately sees 'what is wrong with this picture' #Arden is like 'well yeah but the picture isn't *always* what you think it is' #but sometimes it is sladfkfj

[heritageposts]

A week ago, US President Joe Biden claimed that a “ceasefire” deal in Gaza was imminent and could take effect as soon as March 4. “My national security adviser tells me we are close,” he told reporters while eating ice cream in New York City. But ice cream or not, Biden’s actual position was not nearly that sweet. A subsequent statement by a senior Biden administration official claimed Israel had “basically accepted” a proposal for a temporary pause in fighting. But as of March 4, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and his Mossad director were still refusing to send a delegation to Cairo, where talks with Hamas were under way. The Biden administration’s eagerness to claim victory in its search for some kind of temporary truce indicates how much it is feeling the heat of the rising global and domestic pressure demanding an immediate ceasefire, an end to the Israeli genocide, an end to the threat of a new escalation against refugee-packed Rafah, and an end to the siege of Gaza and immediate unhindered provision of massive levels of humanitarian aid. Despite Washington’s vain hopes for March 4 and the unofficial goal of a ceasefire by the beginning of the Muslim holy month of Ramadan on March 10, the deal remains elusive. Media reports indicate Biden is telling the Qatari and Egyptian leaders that he is putting pressure on Israel to agree to a truce and a captives swap. But his claim of pressuring Israel is undermined by the continuing US vetoes of ceasefire resolutions at the United Nations Security Council, most recently on February 20, as well as the continuing flow of United States weapons and money to Israel to enable its assault.

And, on the alternative resolution the Biden admin has put forth after vetoing Algeria's resolution (which called for an "immediate humanitarian ceasefire," "forced displacement of the Palestinian civilian population," and "unhindered humanitarian access to Gaza."):

[...] Linda Thomas-Greenfield, Biden’s ambassador to the UN, cast the sole veto against the Algerian resolution, and instead put forward an alternative US text, claiming it also supported a ceasefire. But the proposed US language does not call for an immediate or permanent ceasefire or an end to Israeli genocide; it does not prevent an attack on Rafah or end the Israeli siege. The proposed US resolution is not designed to end the murderous Israeli war against Gaza – nor is the deal that is currently being negotiated in Cairo. To the contrary, the provisions of the US draft resolution reflect the true intentions of the Biden administration vis-a-vis its continuing support of Israel, and reveal the limitations of the truce it is trying to orchestrate. While the US draft resolution does use the dreaded word “ceasefire” – which had been prohibited in the White House for months – it does not call for an immediate halt in the bombing, only “as soon as practicable”, with no indication of when that might be. It does not call for a permanent ceasefire either, leaving Israel free to resume its genocidal bombing – presumably with continuing US support. Virtually everything the US draft calls for is undercut by what is left out. The demand for “lifting all barriers to the provision of humanitarian assistance at scale” in Gaza certainly sounds appropriately robust. But that’s only until you realise that the text’s failure to challenge or even name the principal barrier to aid getting in – Israel’s bombardment – means that this is not a serious plan to end Israel’s deadly siege. It should not surprise anyone that “the Biden administration is not planning to punish Israel if it launches a military campaign in Rafah without ensuring civilian safety” – as Politico reported – despite claiming it wants a credible plan to ensure Palestinian safety. No one in the Biden administration has even hinted at imposing consequences for Israel’s constant rejection of the insipid appeals for restraint – such as conditioning aid on human rights standards (as required by US law) or cutting US military aid altogether. That’s what real pressure would look like. A more accurate picture of Washington’s approach to Israel’s war against Gaza is the continuing US pipeline of weapons to make Israel’s murderous assault on Gaza more effective, more efficient, and more deadly. According to the Wall Street Journal, the “Biden administration is preparing to send bombs and other weapons to Israel that would add to its military arsenal even as the US pushes for a ceasefire in Gaza.” The arms the US intends to hand over to the Israeli army include MK-82 bombs, KMU-572 Joint Direct Attack Munitions and FMU-139 bomb fuses, worth tens of millions of dollars. It is more than likely that the administration will do another end run around US Congress to send the weapons without relying on congressional approval, as it did on at least two occasions last December.

. . . full article on Al Jazeera (4 Mar 2024)

#free palestine #palestine #israel #gaza

[earthtooz]

x : AVOIDANCE :*+ﾟ

in which: falling for blade was not on your agenda, so naturally you decide to distance yourself. however, the last thing you'd predicted was blade being upset with the sudden space.

warnings: 2.3k wc, FLUFF, ooc!blade probably bc i'm still trying to figure it out, kafka meddles with the two of you, gn!stellaron hunter!reader who has a past lol, NOT PROOFREAD, idiots in love bc i love that trope, bad writing

a/n: thank you to the anon who gave me this idea :D much appreciated, i had a lot of fun with this one when my angstier fics were draining me af. i hope you enjoy, apologies if it's a little low quality, but it's my child <3

when you first joined the team of stellaron hunters, you didn’t expect to get much out of it, especially since the team looked so cold, calculating, mischievous, and unforgiving, greeting you with vicious smiles and muddy eyes. preemptively, you assumed the most you would receive is acquaintanceship.

however, time has proven you wrong, because on the contrary, you have found comfort, friendship, and stability in the form of this mismatched group.

you never expected to find love either.

but you did, and it might be the worst decision your heart has ever made.

“y/n, there you are. kafka and i are thinking about going out to lunch. want to join?” silver wolf’s voice interrupts your train of thought, disrupting your peace in your private spot amongst the gardens.

“oh, hi silver wolf,” you murmur, shutting your book after shoving in a bookmark. “who else is going?”

“kafka asked blade and he agreed.”

the genius hacker doesn’t notice the way you tense upon hearing a certain swordman’s name. instead, you play it cool by opening up your book again, scanning the pages in hopes of ignoring the racing of your heart.

“i think i’ll pass on this one. thank you though,” you mutter.

“really?” the silver-haired asks, popping her gum before shrugging. “whatever you say. i’m off!”

“bye!”

hearing her footsteps fade, you slump in your seat, your memories with blade hauntingly eminent in your mind. you don’t recall when you fell for him, or why exactly, all you have in your recollection is a series of moments that you look back fondly upon with a full heart, love slowly seeping in to you and causing your affections to grow to the size that they reside at now.

when you had realised, the love had already grown too big to deflate, and dejection struck moments after; a big bang of butterflies in your stomach that all disintegrated straight after.

how brutal- perhaps this was an indication that blade was rubbing off on you too much, and you need to cleanse yourself of his influence.

love, although fickle, was not something that you avidly rejected. despite having lived like a hunted deer, your experiences have been fleeting, building your delicate heart for a life of meeting, falling, then leaving when you least wanted to, needing to run before an arrow pierced you- and certainly not cupid’s one. 

but with blade, everything is different. there is no arrow to run from, not in the life that elio has foreseen for you. for the first time in your life, you can stop running away and try fall into the arms of love with little remorse.

it's just ironic that you fall into the arms of a man who should not be touched.

“y/n’s not coming with us today,” silver wolf reports after meeting up with the other two stellaron hunters.

“oh?” kafka hums, “usually y/n’s always willing to hangout, why’s that?”

“busy or something, i don’t know, i didn’t care to ask.”

the slight scrunch of displeasure in blade’s expression passes by the keen eyes of both kafka and silver wolf. if either of them had noticed then perhaps it would have been a topic of interest, but for the time being, the pair move on (faster than the third member), your unusual absence dismissed in favour of where to get food.

as the days turn into nights and elio issues more missions and mumbles more futures, blade feels as though he sees you less and less.

it’s not intuition more than it is you purposefully ignoring and evading blade in your everyday, though.

“good morning,” kafka’s voice greets when she walks in to the cafeteria, where you were eating breakfast alone. setting down your phone, you regard her with a mouth full of bread. “gross. at least swallow first.”

“screw off,” you murmur. “how did you sleep?”

“fine fine, i woke up in the wrong position though and my neck is killing me, but what about you? seems like you’ve been up a while.”

“i’ve been up since asscrack of dawn.” 

the purple-haired regards you with amusement. “why’s that?”

“body clock or whatever,” you lie, staring down at your glass of water.

“i see,” kafka hums half-heartedly, as if seeing right through you. “well, i’m going to get some coffee, i’ll be right back.”

“mk.”

you’re left on your own for only a few minutes, waiting patiently in silence for kafka to return. the morning is cool and pleasant, and the smell of rain is still heavy in the air as the morning dew lightens the atmosphere. the weather will surely get hotter as the day matures, but for now, you enjoy the gentle caress of sunlight on your back.

or rather- you were enjoying the gentle caress of the sun, but the methodicalness of it all is ruined when you spot a certain figure with dark, long hair beside kafka.

suddenly the last thing you know is peace and calm, and the abrupt, painful scraping of your chair against the floor symbolises that.

“going somewhere?” kafka asks.

picking up your scraps, you avoid blade’s gaze. “yeah! i- uh, realised that i have some documents to drop off for elio by twelve or whatever.”

“won't you stay to keep us company for breakfast,” the purple-haired tempts, “it feels like it’s been so long since we’ve spent some proper time together.”

“has it?” you laugh nervously and kafka easily picks up the pitchiness of your tone. “i’ll make it up soon, i promise, i’ve just been overflowed with things to do.”

“alright. you be off then. don’t work too hard.”

“i won’t. my head is remaining tight on my shoulders, don’t you worry!” you reassure before scrambling away, feeling like your legs could not be any slower as you retreat away from blade’s scrutinising gaze. when you round the corner, you sigh a breath of relief. 

it’s laughable and simultaneously admirable how dedicated you are about dodging every interaction possible, but for the record, you think you’re doing quite well. not that space was doing many favours for your heart, but persistence is key. 

whoever believed that distance makes the heart grow fonder just clearly didn’t try enough, because yours feels like it’s about to hammer out of your chest with how fast it is racing, and the sensation is equivalent to something like pain rather than fondness.

“i’m worried,” blade mutters, gaze lingering on where you’d just disappeared. “and why does y/n talk like i’m not right here?”

“aww, are you upset?” coos kafka, taking a seat. the swordsman mimics her.

“why wouldn’t i be? it feels like y/n has been ignoring me as of late.”

kafka hums thoughtfully, swirling her coffee cup around.

“do you know anything about that?”

“nup. nothing at all,” she answers, feigning ignorance to the many suspicions that are bubbling around in her mind. the last thing kafka is, is blind, your unusual behaviour has not bypassed her perceptive eye at all, but she believes she has uncovered the reasoning as to why; said reasoning being a certain swordsman.

the revelation is definitely interesting, and she might just be able to give the push you both need.

“y’know what, bladie? if it concerns you that much, i’d say you go check up on y/n later,” kafka suggests.

“why not you?”

“i’ll be busy, but i think some support in dire times is just what y/n needs.”

“okay. fine.”

when blade gathers the courage to check up on you, like kafka recommended, the time is nearing 5pm. the sun is beginning to cool, the animals are retreating into their nests, and the big, bad, intimidating stellaron hunter is roaming around the archives, where you’re situated to work, hoping to locate you.

it takes a few laps around to finally find your placement because you’re fast asleep, only identifiable to blade by the jacket you hung on the back of your chair.

the sight of you hunched over your desk over a multitude of forms and papers causes a wave of concern (however much he can feel) to wash over blade, and suddenly, he does something completely foreign to him: dote over someone.

gently lifting your jacket to cover your shoulders, he stills when you shift a little, your eyebrows furrowing in your sleep. deciding to leave you alone, all blade spares is one lasting look at your vulnerability before leaving. 

he wonders what it is that could be making you so frustrated. 

(if only he knew). 

a few days later, kafka confronts you about the suspicions that’s been creeping to the forefront of her mind.

“did you do something to piss a certain bladie off?” 

kafka’s saccharine voice is laced with mischief as she leans towards you, chin resting on the palm of her hand. she certainly does not miss the way you tense up at the mention of the swordsman’s name and her smirk widens when you shuffle away, subconsciously turning away, as if avoiding the subject.

“i can’t think of why i would have,” you murmur, crossing your arms. “why?”

“oh, nothing, he’s just been complaining and crying a lot recently.”

“he does that all the time.”

“so he does,” your fellow stellaron hunter hums. “except he’s mentioning your name a lot more nowadays.” 

you freeze. “what?”

“hm? did i say something peculiar?”

inhaling a deep breath, you steady yourself. you know what kafka wants out of you and you’re not going to give it to her despite how innocent and pretty she spins the web to look. after all these years together, you hope to have learnt a thing or two about how to avoid her snare.

“what is blade saying about me?” you quiz. 

she blinks at you. “why so curious if you haven’t done anything?” 

“can i not ask about something that involves my name? besides, he’s my friend, i want to know what he’s saying,” you lean against the back of the couch, trying to calm the involuntary shake in your legs. you despise that the slightest mention of blade can cause a bottomless pit to form in your stomach and it’s not because of how intimidating or threatening he is. 

no, it’s because you’ve fallen for him, hook, line, and centre.

and blade would have to die before you ever tell him.

“mostly just grumbles about wondering where you are,” kafka expands, waving her hands about to match her words. “he asked silver wolf and i if you’ve been talking to us and when we said ‘yes’, he looked pissed! when i asked why he was being a sourpuss, he just stormed off.”

“so temperamental, that man,” she sighs. then, she looks back at you with those half-lidded eyes that have always gotten her what she wants, and in this case, they’re answers. “so tell me, y/n, what did you do to our bladie to have him all riled up like this?”

“nothing. absolutely nothing.”

“are you sure?”

“positive.”

“positive?”

you avoid her curious gaze. “positive.”

“maybe i phrased the question wrong. has bladie done something to you instead?”

panic settles within you. “no,” you lie through your teeth. “he hasn’t.”

“so if i asked you why you left breakfast so abruptly that day, you wouldn’t say that it’s because of him?”

“i had work to do, kafka, you know how busy my job gets.”

“i know, i know,” she persists, “then why weren’t you in a hurry before blade arrived that morning?”

you don’t know how to refute that, letting silence speak volumes instead.

“and why did you skip out on lunch with silver wolf and i? was it because we also invited a certain someone?”

“okay! fine, you’ve got me. what do you want to know?” you explode, tossing your phone on the couch in frustration. 

“so it is about blade?” questions your coworker.

“yeah. it is.”

“what about him? did he do something to hurt you? you know he’s accidentally mean sometimes-”

“it’s not that, he’s nothing but a sweetheart.”

“so what’s the problem?”

“that is the problem! he’s just… he’s him.”

“is that bad?”

“for my heart, yes.”

“oh my- so you like him?”

you exhale exasperatedly, “don’t act like you haven’t already figured that out, kafka.”

the cheshire smile she then flashes sends shivers down your spine. for whatever reason, an oppressive feeling grows in your gut, resembling something like a warning.

“you’re right, i knew,” she flaunts. then, her gaze cuts to look behind you. “but i don’t think blade did.”

your heart lurches out of your chest with enough force to pull you off the couch and you stumble around to see that, lo and behold, blade was indeed standing in the hallway. the expression he wears tells you enough; he heard you, he knows.

kafka somehow sneaks her way out of the room, leaving you alone to deal with the face of rejection. it’s daunting being in the same space as him after so long, you almost forgot about the intimidating pressure that blade naturally exudes and projects in every space he enters.

“hi,” you start, looking away. 

he stalks over to you, footsteps soundless before stopping a feet in front of you. instead of saying something, the swordsman merely gazes down at you whilst you keep your eyes glued to the side.

“can you reject me already? the silence is kinda killing me,” you snap after a few seconds, crossing your arms protectively. 

instead of obeying to your request, blade does something completely unexpected; he very gently lifts your chin with his hand, and red eyes bore right into yours. is it odd to feel seen in your demise? because blade is looking- no, surveying you with such immense focus and clarity that your heart stills, frozen in position because it wants him to see the most picturesque part of you. 

(he sees it, but he wants to know more of you. the pretty, the ugly, the likeable, and the unwanted.)

“would you like to go on a date?” he asks.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

#this was awful </3 #blade x reader #blade hsr x reader #ren x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x gn!reader #blade x gn!reader #blade fluff #blade x reader fluff

[unhingedhiro]

when s. coups becomes seungcheol

s. coups x f!reader

word count -> 1.6k

tags -> fluff, established relationship, slightly suggestive, just about barely proofread, sulky cheol, one (1) kim mingyu mention, domestic cheol (yea that needs its own tag)

hello i bring nothing but purely brainrot as a result of missing cheol + the image and mere concept of sulky choi seungcheol

S. coups. The so-called alpha leader of SEVENTEEN, leader of the hip-hop unit, an insanely gorgeous man with an equally gorgeous voice.

Yet, the man who sat infront of her was none of these things, and wasn’t S. coups either. No, the man pouting just opposite of her for forgetting to say “I love you”, was Choi Seungcheol, better known as Cheol.

He’s sits at their table, in the house they’d just recently bought, an adorable pout on the lips his fans had affectionately nicknamed ‘cherry lips’. The sight of such a cute facial expression completely contrasts the way he’s sat back, beefy arms folded across his broad chest, legs just slightly spread in a manner she could only describe as ‘absurdly attractive.’ The kind of attractiveness that would have fans completely speechless or in varying states of insanity. She doesn’t blame them. Choi Seungcheol, the man who was her beloved, was indeed a gorgeous man.

She’s knocked out of her thoughts by the aforementioned man clearing his throat in a particularly obnoxious, yet amusing manner. His eyes narrow as she jolts, a slightly sheepish, guilty smile at his direction.

“Sorry Cheol. Really.”, her voice is gentle, soothing.

It’s a voice she knows Seungcheol is absolute putty for, and indeed she knows it pays off when Seungcheol’s lips part slightly, before settling back into a pout that left her unsure whether to swoon or sigh.

“Sorry won’t cut it.”, he huffs. “Why didn’t you reply to my message?”

“..Message?”

This time, she is truly perplexed, and Seungcheol shoots a rather pointed glare in her direction before rummaging through his pocket for his phone. He ignores her small protests that she genuinely hadn't received a message, quickly scrolling through his chats. A moment passes, before the pouty expression on his face is quickly wiped away, replaced by surprise, before Seungcheol sheepishly returns his phone to his pocket. In a small voice, he finally speaks.

“That’s… my bad. I forgot to press send.”

A beat of silence passes before she bursts into laughter. The pout on Seungcheol’s face only grew larger, and once she’d realised this, she quickly made her way to him. She embraces him, an affectionate apology for having laughed and it doesn’t take long for Seungcheol to finally cave, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into her shoulder. He pulls her onto his lap, igonoring her small yelp of surprise and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“Wanted to message you about tonight, and that I love you.”

She smiles at his words, returning his kiss.

“It’s okay. I love you too, Cheol. I really do. Thank you for the surprise.”

The surprise in question had been coming back to a romantic candle-lit dinner, her favourite meal tastefully placed in a new set of plates she knew Seungcheol had definitely bought hours before she’d come back. Upon an initial bite, she’d instantaneously recognised it to be Mingyu’s recipe. Seungcheol knew from the way her face had lit up as soon as she’d had the first savoury, warm bite that she recognised it.

“Did you make this, Cheol?”

The man nods, surprised at her correct guess. As he responds, a small inkling of doubt crept up.

Did she not like it?

Contrary to his fear, she’d smiled a small smile and a nod of approval came with it.

“It’s more seasoned to my taste than when Mingyu makes it for all of us.”

Her remark encouraged Seungcheol to smile, an indicator of his pride at having nailed the seasoning. He watches as she polishes off her plate, seemingly having relentlessly devoured the food. Despite this, once she’d finished, she was gently sat back down after getting up to put the plates away. Confused, she cocks her head and the action almost makes Seungcheol want to forget even having considered the notion of confronting her.

“I’ll take the plates.”

“But Cheol-“

“No buts.”, he grabbed her plate before she could react, quickly bringing both plates to the kitchen.

“You worked hard today. Let me take care of you.”

His response provoked a sigh from her, as she muttered.

“You have a week back here Cheol, and you’ve done so much for me already.”

“It’s okay, I want to spend my week doing things for you.”, Seungcheol returned to the table, offering a glass of water, which she accepted.

As she sipped on the water he’d provided her, all she can say is,

“You’re too good to me.”

“Is that a bad thing?”, he teased, and she shook her head.

“No. I’m just grateful for it.”

She noticed his smile as he came back for the rest of the table, watching affectionately as she switched on the lights. The room is brought back to a much less romantic, more domestic tone, the candles having been blown out. Once the lights are on again, Seungcheol ambled his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her hair.

“You always say I’m too good to you, but really it’s the opposite.”

“Is it?”, she laughed, turning to face him and kissing him.

It doesn’t last long, but its enough for butterflies to slowly begin to flutter, and it felt like once more she’d just begun dating him again. The feeling of it is wondrous, something she finds is a common occurrence despite her years of being with Seungcheol.

He pulls away for a moment, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek before he gently guides her, large hand clasping her wrist, to the couch. It was then she notices he’d set out a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and it clicks.

“A movie, Cheol?”

“Yeah.”

Seungcheol takes pride in the look of delight that practically blooms on her face, lips parted to say something. But before she can, he pulls her onto the couch. They fall, a tangle of limbs and giggles when he suggests,

“Howl’s Moving Castle?”

She nods enthusiastically, the previous tiredness in her eyes present as always. But this time, it’s overshadowed by sheer joy and affection.

“You know me so well.”

“Of course I do.”

He smiles into the kiss she proceeds to place on his lips and lets her shift around to a more comfortable position. As she does so, he reached for the remote and the bowl of popcorn, handing the latter to her. They make their way through the movie, Seungcheol’s infamous pout resurfacing when she cracks a joke about Howl. He doesn’t sulk for long however, a small mention of him being her Howl killing off any intentions he’d had of prolonging his pouting session. It’s a cheesy line, and he was being cheesy by affirming it, but after a long work day for her and a long three months’ worth of tour for Seungcheol, it was something they both appreciated.

Time to themselves, where nothing else in the world mattered apart from the both of them, entangled in each other’s arms, watching a movie they both enjoy while she lazily munches on popcorn Seungcheol had prepared, as the latter affectionately kisses her every few minutes or so, small murmurs of commentary running alongside it.

As Howl’s Moving Castle comes to a close, she finds that Seungcheol has gently removed the now empty popcorn bowl from her hands, placing it on the coffee table as he lifts her off the couch in a princess carry. The unexpected movement causes her to yelp, eyes widening in surprise before they soften once more as she realises what he’s doing.

Seungcheol carries her to their shared room, settling her onto the bed and laughing when she pulls him down to kiss him. He practically presses her into the bed, returning her mildly lazy kiss with an equal amount of enthusiasm, affection ever present on his lips. It elicits a sigh of satisfaction from her, and Seungcheol grins. He moves to place gentle butterfly kisses along her jawline, watching as she raises her head to give him more access. Yet, before he can trail his kisses down her neck, she stops him. Seungcheol looks up, confusion evident on her face and she offers a slightly guilty smile.

“Sorry, Cheol. I’m a bit tired today.”

At her request, he halts his movements, bringing himself back to eye level with her. As close as possible, at least.

“Sure you don’t want me to take care of you? You don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to.”

She shakes her head, the arms around his neck tightening.

“I want to sleep.”, she murmurs, and Seungcheol swears his heart melts upon hearing the vulnerability and fatigue in her voice.

Thus, he obliges, gently resting himself on top of her until she complains a few minutes later.

“Cheooool, get off. You’re heavy.”

He whines a little in protest, pouting and looking at her with soft doe eyes and she has to resist the urge to give in and let him lie there a little longer. Despite this, his weight was beginning to crush her, the feeling of it overwhelming and she shakes her head gently. Seungcheol smiles, rolling over, arms still enveloping her in a comforting warmth. She thanks him quietly before turning to face his chest, seemingly having knocked herself out. He notices her breathing having slowly become slower, more measured and deemed her dead asleep. The sight of it only makes him pull her closer to him, fighting a giggle that threatens to emerge when she buries her head deeper into his chest.

I could die like this, he thinks, stealing one last glance at her before succumbing to his own need to sleep.

#seungcheol fluff #choi seungcheol #scoups fluff #scoups x reader #seventeen fanfic #hiro brainrots

[kotohq]

##. MY HEART'S GOING LUB-DUB

♡ things he has said that flustered you.

♡ contents and warnings: established relationships, mentions of making out (nirei), mentions of marriage (sakura), reader’s ears are pierced in suou’s, mild, mild, possessiveness in suou's but not really 🐧

♡ characters: sakura haruka, nirei akihiko, suou hayato (x gn! reader)

Anyone who knows SAKURA HARUKA probably knows that contrary to the delinquent facade he puts up, he is actually quite innocent. A little naive, if you will, blushing at every show of romantic affection. And everyone in Boufuurin knows that’s why he’s become subject to Suou Hayato’s teasing when the brown haired boy needed a good chuckle. And of course, you, as his very lovely partner, had to also jump on the bandwagon of endearingly poking fun at your boyfriend. 

“Y’know, Haruka, you should stop me or else I’m gonna get carried away and keep teasing you even after we get married!” This was a sentence you often say for laughs after you had yet again successfully made Haruka agitated and his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, all the way up to his ears. Granted, the first time he heard it he couldn’t look you in the eye for two whole days at the mention marriage (it’s not that he doesn’t like it, in fact it was because he likes it a little too much that he couldn’t even make eye contact without imagining you in fancy white attire). But now, he barely bats an eye at it now with how often you say it. But today, it’s evident that that particular sentence had poked at someone’s curiosity as you can sense someone staring at you as you banter with your boyfriend. 

“You know, Sakura-kun, I barely see you reacting to... that. You’re really planning to marry them in the future, huh?” Ah, it's Suou again. His soothing voice drips with mischief, the purpose of his question is obviously to tease his heterochromatic eyed peer yet again. Haruka’s features morph into one of confusion, brows furrowed as he turns to face his vice captain. 

“Hah? What are you talking about?” Haruka inquires like suou’s question is the most ridiculous question in the world. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought suou was asking him if he believed pigs could fly, or if the earth was actually a hexagon. 

(Of course, you can’t lie, suou’s question made you nervous despite how lighthearted he said it. Your self consciousness has already prepared itself for a heartbreak trip as you await your boyfriend to continue his response.)

“Why would I date someone I don’t intend on marrying?” 

Ah, now it’s your cheeks that are heating up. 

“Are you done?” The only answer SUOU HAYATO offers to your inquiry is a focused hum. His hand fumbles with the earring, his earring, as he tries to carefully slide the hook into the small hole on your right earlobe. Though, you have to say, you have nothing particular to complain about as you wait for your boyfriend to put the earring on you. After all, you’re getting the privilege of being in the front seat staring at Suou Hayato’s face as he carefully tries to put the earring on you. Lips pursed and eyes squinted a little, he looks extra handsome when he’s focused, you note. 

“Just need to secure them with the back. And... done!” he heaves out a breath as triumph takes over his features, pulling back slightly to admire his (hardly) hard work. His lips stretch into a smile, satisfied at how the red and yellow of his earring highlights your features more. 

“How does it look?” you feel quite nervous as you wait for his reply, shyly peering at him through your eyelashes. Being so close, you have the advantage of watching closely for any twitch of his features that might indicate satisfaction, dissatisfaction, anything that can indicate what kind of reaction he’s going to emit. 

You twitch slightly at the sensation of his pointer finger and middle finger grazing your chin, touch gentle as he settles them there. You swear you see something flashing in his usually gentle ruby eyes. Something akin to satisfaction, or, even, possessiveness. But you don't comment on it. He moves your head from your side to side as if to examine you thoroughly. (he quietly notes how cute you are for compliantly moving your head.) It’s only when you feel the earring faintly brushing against your right shoulder that you become hyper aware of how empty your left ear feels without an earring weighing it down. You also become hyper aware of the fact that the earring’s pair is still dangling from his left ear, eyes instinctively flitting to it. Your cheeks begin to heat up. Oh, it’s almost as if you’re wearing a couple ite-

He interrupts your thought before you can finish it.

“I quite like it, it’s pretty on you,” his voice breaks your train of thought. His smile is quite literally dripping with mischief, and now you can clearly see it. The tint of greed in his eyes is back as he moves his fingers that were formerly resting on your chin to stroke at the earring on your ear. His composed facade would have fooled you if it weren’t for the words he utters next.

“It gives off the feeling that you’re mine.” 

Oh he likes it, alright. Too much, maybe.

“Sorry. D’you need a break?” NIREI AKIHIKO’s voice is devoid of any teasing lilt, instead dripping with concern as he gazes at you through his eyelashes, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed with a pretty tint of pink. 

It’s not the words by themselves. It’s the fact that he’s saying those words in this kind of situation. By this kind of situation, you mean with you perched up on his lap, legs splayed on either side of his thighs as he lay seated on a couch beneath you. He had uttered those exact words after what felt like 10 minutes straight of kissing

(it hadn’t even been 5 minutes, but you could barely think with how clouded your mind is). 

His question was thoroughly leaking with worry, caramel orbs boring through you as he awaits your reply. You wanted to say yes, hell, your lungs were begging you to say yes as they heaved desperately yes. You have to give your boyfriend credit, though. Sweet like always, he had noticed he had gone a little too far when he felt your lips part with breathless whines on his, and had asked if you needed a time out. Though, you don’t think he’s aware of how his voice shakes with want, or how his fingers that are resting on your hips squeezed hard like he was trying to ground himself, or how his eyes are swirling with something akin to need.

(or how he barely sounded apologetic when he apologized, and you suspect it’s because his pride soars with the knowledge that he’s the one making you breathless.)

“No,” you’re surprised at how hoarse your voice sounds, though, that is to be expected after you quite literally just had your breath taken away. Your thumb reaches out to swipe at his quivering bottom lip, gleaming with saliva and a little swollen from pressing against yours repeatedly. He leans into your touch, and you gulp away the feeling of your tugging heartstrings. “Keep kissing me, lover boy.” 

And as he lurches forward to clash your lips together again, the last thought that etches on your mind was that he really should put this on his resume: Nirei Akihiko, 16, not good at fighting (yet), hella good at kissing. 

#wind breaker (satoru nii) x reader #wind breaker x reader #suou hayato x reader #nirei akihiko x reader #sakura haruka x reader

[lieutenantism]

a very interesting (and endearing, at least to me) detail about jean's character is how he tends to fix himself during a confrontation. (long post ahead)

despite the fact he looks just fine, he does it to self-soothe more than anything, because he knows he has no control over the situation. so if he can't get through harry, at least he's in control of how he looks. and he can look BETTER, more put together than harry, so he makes sure to show him that. every time.

constantly readjusting, correcting, dusting himself off every time he's confronting his former partner because i think he has a severe inferiority complex (since harry outranks him and refuses to accept any promotion, which makes jean perpetually stuck as a satellite-officer, tied to a self-destructive man who's also good at what he does + harry has had a chance at a love that's so redeeming that he pictures her as the game's equivalent of God, a love that jean desperately yearns for so he hates harry for blowing it, and hates himself for never finding such a love despite the fact he's more put together than harry, or so he claims) that flares up every time harry's in the vicinity. i don't think jean has problems asserting himself when harry's not around, though. we've seen that here.

jean's perfectly capable of being authoritative, and has power over his colleagues, contrary to popular belief on this website. of course, provided harry's not there.

because he'll start slipping every time. his body language is also incredibly stiff, i'm assuming it's to seem like he's composed, but that falls apart when you notice how many times he struggles with his breathing, how many times he has to collect himself.

naturally, since kim also outranks him, jean behaves the same way with him although less emotional. he loses the spite, turns a little more submissive, though his pride doesn't completely disappear, like authority indicates. i also believe it's because kim didn't address him properly, therefore jean didn't feel the need to extend more than basic respect towards him.

it's very interesting to see, since he seems to have this ongoing inner conflict between his pride and his self-hatred. believing he's better than harry, yet crumbling at his presence. laying down and taking it, then suddenly revolting. being in control until the reason you're forced to take control shows up, then suddenly you're not in control anymore and you have to fix your hair and your tie and dust your suit and cough to look like you have your shit together. to prove that you're better. jean's trying to tell harry that he's BETTER than him! that's why he does all of that shit! he's terrified of ending up like that! he's even more terrified of the fact that despite being the mess he is, harry IS better than him! HELLO!

#lav thinks #he's so INTERESTING!!! i wish all jean discourse starters a very shut the fuck up #i've been seeing some shit takes abt him not having power over anyone/him never doing his job etc n it's sooooo tiring #like give it a rest idk play the game again w your eyes OPEN this time! #i love him he's so interesting.... sososo fascinating #jean vicquemare #disco elysium

[posletsvet]

Thoughts on Geto Suguru's Psychology Pre-Defection

There's something that I've been meaning to talk about for a while now, and that is Geto's apparent tendency to conceal his negative impulses that allows for, in my view, faulty interpretations stating that he was faking his righteous beliefs all along just because assuming high moral ground gave him a sense of superiority and fed his ego. Meanwhile I would argue that, on contrary, this habit is more indicative of Geto's insecurities and heightened sense of self-awareness.

My thoughts on this underneath the cut, but beware: it's going to be long!

To begin with, I think there are two major factors playing into the misconception that I mentioned. The first one boils down to prejudice forcing people to look upon younger Geto through the lense of a person he would go on to become. The kind of cautious logic that says that a deeply empathetic, caring highschooler couldn't have turned into a murderous cult leader preaching the merits of genocide, and thus seeks ways to dehumanize him from the very beginning (because that's a terrible concept to wrap your mind around, I agree). And the second factor being... well, that Suguru's behaviour really does come off as fake at times.

We experience 'negative' emotions as naturally as 'positive' ones, and despite some of them are conventionally accepted as 'good' whereas others are painted as 'bad', no emotion is inherently harmful or invalid; they all are a part of what makes us human. While it's undoubtedly a chilly and ominous concept for someone to be completely devoid of any positive traits, just as unnatural it is to display positive responses only. Perfection is stored away at museums, no living breathing human being can go through their life without being affected by negative impulses or thinking. But more often than not negative emotions are condemned and stigmatized (in the end, we still refer to them as 'negative'), and self-consciousness can make one ashamed or guilty of experiencing them. The end result of this would be trying to hide your feelings under one more appealing appearance, creating a warp between what's intuitive and what's manifest, an inadequate emotional response.

Gojo (at least in his teenage years) is widely outspoken and doesn't hesitate to outwardly express himself, whether verbally or via body language. It probably takes root in Gojo's upbringing: he was spoilt rotten, revered for being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his every whim indulged and tended to. There simply wasn't any need for him to try and make a good impression by faking docility and emotions that are more pleasant and easier to digest. Gojo may be boisterous and bratty and obnoxious, but he isn't trying to 'trick' anyone into thinking he's better than he really is, and this paints a more sincere, believable picture to the audience.

On the other hand, Geto's emotions, partly due to his more solemn demeanour, are often toned down or consciously concealed. For instance, when Riko manages to strike a nerve in him, his response is to immediately plaster on mawkish 'customer service' smile to not give away his annoyance. This scene is especially interesting to me because of how Amanai's reaction gives voice to the audience's concerns. Referring to Suguru, she says, 'You look like a liar!' -- and by doing so calls him out on his tendency to mask negative emotions. Intuitively, she can still read his feelings in his body language, in the delay in his expression rearranging itself into a smile, and so can the viewer. We know he's annoyed, and his words about having no intention to harm Riko don't exactly align with how he behaves (even if in a playful manner) a moment after saying them. It creates a tangible contradiction between what he says his intentions are and what his actions speak of, between the appearances and what lies behind them. And this contradiction raises suspicion, in a way that if somebody's making an effort to hide something, then there must be something to hide.

In retrospect this doubt might seem reinforced and justified. I see how it's easy to fall into thinking that Geto, having become a criminal who's done unspeakably cruel things and who backs up his delusional ideals with bigoted reasoning, should've been hiding darker parts of himself behind all those fake smiles and talks about righteousness. But pinning the blame on Geto alone by claiming that he had violent tendencies to begin with is essentially disregarding systematic issues that the story strives so much to convey to the audience. Holding innate individual qualities accountable for the catastrophe is basically the sort of thinking that the higher-ups display, whose main strategy for dealing with problems is public scapegoating and disposing of every single threat to the current order by giving out one death sentence after the other. I don't think we as the viewers are supposed to reach the conclusion that Suguru is at fault for what happened, which is not to say he's faultless, nonetheless the narrative goes to great lengths to make us sympathize with him, not the other way around.

Now, there's really a handful of ways in which Geto's character seems to contradict himself. He shares overspilling empathy for the people around him, that is his character's core trait, but that very empathy spells out his downfall when it degrades into resentment and hate. He displays a largely considerate and sympathetic demeanour, but he's first introduced to the audience as someone who backhandedly bad-mouths Utahime for being weak. He's one half of the strongest duo, but whereas Gojo is a natural-born genius, Geto evidently struggles with his powers. His entire career as a curse user is based on the mentality which justifies the means to an end, but reaching the end goal is impossible for him as he is, Geto himself as much as admits to it during his last conversation with Satoru. He sets on his wild-goose chase for power, but ends up stagnating to the point where his use of Curse Manipulation in the Hidden Inventory Arc is much more inventive and creative than in Jujutsu Kaisen 0. The list goes on, but you got the gist.

To live for the purpose of being yourself. And for that goal, Geto could only continue to pursue his twisted dream, drowning himself in a curse that lies in the gap between ideal and reality.

I believe this to be such a poignant phrase when it comes to Geto's characterization because of how well, in my view, it encapsulates the conflict of his character -- or, if you will, the contradiction of it. It succinctly expresses his outlook on things, where he views the world how it's ideally supposed to be rather than how it realistically is. I've actually somewhat already elaborated on this in my very first rambling on here:

To me, Geto seems to be a type of person who needs something to guide him, some clear-cut ideal to make it possible for him to navigate through his life. He is pedantic in that sense: the sharp outlines of his views define his surroundings, the very way he looks at things and perceives them. He needs everything to fall precisely in line with his own set of ideals, which seems to be quite verified and well-adjusted within his mind, like a strict and refined concept he constructed for himself, like a routine he's used to following out of pure principal. His own belief system being so defined, it's that which makes him indulge in excessive discourse on the subject of morality and responsibility, like he's patiently laying out the basics in front of a disobedient child to help them wrap their mind around some fundamental truth that is so obvious and natural for him.

In a way, Geto concealing his negative emotions is not a false front put up against scrutinizing looks that could reveal his 'true nature'. Quite the opposite, I think it speaks more of his well-meaning intentions. When trying to change the way things are, start at yourself, and I guess this is the principle Geto's trying to apply here. By following through his own ideal, Geto does his best to be an upright person he believes himself obliged to be, whether that means forcing himself to absorb curses or putting on a customary smile. It might be juvenile and wishful thinking on his part, probably akin to 'fake it till you make it', but it's important to keep in mind that at that time he was still but a teenager. Moreover, he was put on par with somebody as praised within jujutsu society as Gojo, he must've felt on top of the world, too entranced by their warm spring of youth to care too much about the occasional slips. With Satoru by his side, I imagine Geto could afford to cut some slack and participate in the mischief. Later we see post-defection Geto drop his frivolous facade only when he's entirely alone -- another hint at how Gojo was really the only person Suguru allowed himself to confide in, that is untill the SPVI put uncrossable distance between them.

While I do say that Geto's intentions are well-meaning, the way he positions himself actually reveals some quite problematic aspects of his mindset. Namely, his attitude towards non-sorcerers, whom he clearly sets into a different category from himself and his fellow sorcerers. Regular people lack crucial understanding, they are weak because they are helpless, therefore they have to be shielded from the source of harm. This is a largely patronizing concept of empathy, since it's based on the notion that the 'weak' are inherently inferior to Geto himself and others involved in jujutsu society. It's interesting how it's reflected in Geto's insistence on the necessity of curtains. The use of curtains furthers the extent of non-sorcerers' ignorance, they never learn how to stay out of harm's way as they are deprived even of as much as their perception of the existing danger. It reminds me of how a parent would brush a child's concerns aside because they're too young and naive and do not need to be aware of adult life's hardships. Just like Geto's paternalistic outlook, it does not come from malice or negligence, it's just an attempt to keep someone less experienced and skilled safe. Nonetheless it's harmful as it puts that person in a position which denies them agency.

In my view, Suguru's fake smiles are an extension of his acute sense of responsibility. In front of those over whom he assumes responsibility, he presents himself as calm, collected and dependable as if it's supposed to reassure them. It's his job to protect them and make them feel safe, so there's no need showing them his own struggle. Even if such thinking is condescending, it's not in any way malicious. Geto's entire character arc would be simply non-existent if he wasn't completely genuine in his sentiments.

So why do I talk about Geto's insecurities when first introducing the topic of this post? Well, I'm about to take a deep dive into the field of speculation and theories and finally get to the point why I'm writing all this in the first place (took me long enough, lmao). There's also a reason why I brought up Gojo's upbringing when talking about his personality and how it contrasts Geto's. You see, like Satoru's way of dealing with his emotions can be linked to his childhood experience, Suguru's behaviour might also give us some clues about the circumstances he grew up in.

The more I look into it, the more convinced I become that Geto was in one way or another exposed to emotional trauma in his childhood. Remember when I mentioned inadequate emotional responses? While being one, smiling in reaction to stress may act as a defense mechanism of sorts, shielding the person from the chronic nature of the unpleasant experience. It also may serve as a way to avoid alienation by others who are not privy to the source of your distress or are not comfortable with it. Affiliative smiles are motivated by social factors, it's a tool used to create and maintain social connections. Human beings are hardwired to connect with others, feeling alienated by the people around us causes us great pain.

The thing us, we must assume that Geto is relatively new to the jujutsu world in the flashback arc. Given his non-sorcerer background, chances are he was the only one in his immediate surroundings with the ability to see and exterminate curses. There couldn't have been a way for him to confide in someone with his concerns and fears born from interacting with something only he could see. So I assume that eventually that resulted in Suguru developing an unhealthy habit of masking his emotions before the ones he cared about. And as over time he grew more aware of his abilities and got a grasp on how his CT works, I imagine Geto committed to exorcising curses in order to protect ordinary people from them -- all by himself. This, in turn, must have solidified that conception in Suguru's head which ultimately othered him from the people around him and put them in a position inferior to him since they were the ones depending on him and his powers.

As Geto should've mostly kept to himself, I also see how he might have grown heavily reliant on his analytical mind. Overthinking is a habit developed early on in life as a way to wade through feeling uncertain or unsafe. It's an attempt to make sense of confusing reality by applying an analytical lense to it and compartmentalizing it into neat, easily understandable categories. And also a way to regain sense of self when you find yourself in a situation you otherwhise have little to no control over. And while over-analyzing can create a sense of security, it may also interfere with a person's emotional responses. I guess it's something that could be applied to Geto, too, because for such a self-reflective character he always struck me as someone with oddly little regard of his own feelings.

As a side note, I like how Geto's tendency to over-analyze things is shown in that one scene when Yaga's briefing him and Gojo on the upcoming mission. Suguru's clearly presented as someone who's very mindful of how the world around him works. Understanding helps him assign meaning to different aspects of life, and he relies upon it heavily. Also, as someone who's been uprooted from his former society and introduced instead to an entirely different world, I guess it's important for Geto to fit in. Him being highly knowledgeable about such essential details is, in my view, indicative of such effort on his part. Whereas Satoru simply does not care about such details, the reality makes sense to him as it is as he was born perfectly fit into it.

Last but not least, Geto's infamously guilty of a dichotomous, or black-and-white, outlook on things. This is the all-or-nothing mentality that leaves little to no room for nuance and does not allow two opposite statements to be true at once. It's a common cognitive distortion that manifests immature thought; a rigid mindset more often than not bordering on extreme. Meanwhile the very foundation of Geto's downfall is the inability to adapt to the complicated reality which doesn't align perfectly with his idealistic vision. He ultimately failed to wrap his head around the world with grey areas, his black-and-white thinking thinking prevented him from doing so.

The development of such maladaptive personality traits has been repeatedly linked to the effects of childhood trauma. If the environment which a person grew up in was traumatic and chaotic, black-and-white thinking might have given them a sense of control through rationalization. That's why a mentality which doesn't allow for nuance and doesn't reflect life in its intricate complexity comes off as childishly simplistic. Seeing the world in all-or-nothing terms in some way means reverting to your inner child. And this is actually something that Shoko accuses Geto of during their brief conversation in Shinjuku. In his thinking Geto doesn't grow past his traumatic experience, whether it was his parents actively abusing his abilities for their own gain or the ache of being alienated at such an early age.

If the nature of Geto's relationship with his parents was abusive, it would also explain his altruism. Suguru goes out of his way to express his concern for well-being of those around him, and he does genuinely care, but all the while it could be a way for him to tend to his own unsatisfied needs by helping others. He seems to be highly attuned to others through his empathy, but also somewhat has trouble advocating for himself, resulting in harmful patterns of self-sacrifice or self-neglect.

It's true, there is a lot of contradictions housed within Geto's character, which are evident in his mindset and his actions. But I don't believe this to be due to sloppy writing, on contrary -- it's the kind of writing that speaks through detail and nuance and invites the reader to ponder why is this or that character the way they are.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk analysis #jjk meta #geto suguru #gojo satoru #might as well tag him #i'm so sorry it's way too long for something so irrelevent considering all the recent events #and it probably needs proper structuring #i guess i'll edit it some time eventually #maybe

[elysiansparadise]

Synastry Observations VI

🟫When your Rising falls in others 12th house tells us about a mirror relationship, I would dare to say that it is even more mirroring than if it fell in the 7th house. It may be an unpopular opinion, but if we analyze it, the 12th house is a house that tells us about the hidden, what we hide and/or repress from ourselves. You will be the reflection of the other person in terms of what he does not show, either due to fear or personal insecurities. In this relationship, you will help them to open up more, to show themselves in a transparent way and not to be ashamed of being who they are. They will feel drawn to precisely because you will be the reflection of what they feel they do not have or have not known before. You will help them to know sensations, feelings and things that they did not know or that they subconsciously refused or did not believe they deserved (i.e. to be loved, to have a good friendship, to open up, etc).

🟫If you have a stellium and it falls into a house of your partner that does not have planets, you can help them find a deeper meaning to the themes that that house rules, and you will help them develop the themes of that house more easily. But, if that stellium falls in the house where your North Node is, it is very likely that what you live together will be a very important part of your own development, you will teach you important and decisive lessons in your life and you will be able to begin to be the version of them that they themselves have as a goal to be.

🟫When a person's Jupiter is making a conjunction, trine or sextile with your Rising, you will notice that with its presence your spirits will improve a lot, that your perception of life will be better and more positive and that you will see yourself in a more constructive, optimistic and beneficial to yourself. This person, in addition to bringing you new perspectives, will help you develop self-esteem and encourage you to be more independent and authentic. Contrary to what you might think, this person will love all sides of your personality, even the ones you're ashamed of or don't share with others (it's enhanced if their Jupiter falls in your 12th house but it's conjunct Rising).

🟫The opposition between Moon-Moon is a fairly common aspect in marriages or long lasting relationships. This is because their emotional needs are more similar than they seemed, despite the small differences at the beginning, they understand the other and treat them with sweetness and delicacy. They may have similar ideas about family life and their ideologies about traditions. However, they have a somewhat different way of showing their emotions and finding comfort. Despite this, one of the purest and sweetest expressions can arise.

🟫When your Venus is conjunct their North Node, the romance that you experience will be something very significant for them, something that will mark them deeply and something that they will remember for a long time. This aspect indicates that both will bring out their romantic side much more easily than they would with other people. They will love each other sweetly and with a touch of passion and they will share many hobbies and preferences, their way of loving will be similar and they will teach each other that it is possible to have a nice and tender romance.

🟫If Sun or Moon are conjunct IC, no matter if it's on 3rd or 4th house, the planet person will play a crucial role in the life of the IC person. CI is the most sensitive point of the entire chart, so anything that comes into contact with this point will be very important for the person's life. The Sun/Moon person becomes the soft spot of the other, provokes in him emotions that he probably never imagined he would feel, or at least with that intensity. They become very memorable to the IC person and it will hardly be possible for them to forget them.

🟫If your Rising falls in their 3rd house, they will be very intrigued by you from the start. You are probably at first that stranger they saw on one occasion that they can hardly stop thinking about. Once they get to know each other better, they will think that you are a very witty, creative and intelligent person, someone with whom they share opinions that they consider crucial and a person with whom it is easy for them to spend hours and hours talking. They seem delighted by the way you express yourself and even if they are very quiet or reserved, they will become very chatty if you are around them and they will talk to you a lot about the way they see you and what you mean to them.

🟫When you have the North Node squaring the other's North Node it is usually indicating that you will teach each other important lessons, especially related to ego and balance. Both will be taught patience and perseverance, to learn to discern when it is valuable to fight for something and when it is not. In case these people want the other in their life, they can put a lot of focus and desire in the relationship, even if external factors want to get in the way.

🟫In case the Nodes are positively aspected (trine or sextile) we find a relationship in which they mutually help each other to achieve what they want, it is very usual for these people to be that peace after the turbulence, things can be more fluid than what they perceive from the outside world. Both will help each other grow and will be very understanding of what the other feels and thinks.

🟫When your Rising falls in someone's 9th house it indicates that this person sees you positively, as a very charming, fun and radiant person like a ray of sunshine. You make him feel and think that there are still good and well-intentioned people in the world. You have a knack for inspiring them and opening their minds, they may feel more open to receiving new ideas, especially if they come from you. They see you as a teacher and as a person who subconsciously motivates them to be a better version of themselves.

🟫Many people either take this aspect as a downfall or do not give it much importance. When it comes to a square between Moon-Venus both people can teach each other new things in terms of relationships. The basis of this aspect is that both have somewhat different emotional needs and preferences, meaning that if both are very stubborn and closed-minded, they see it as an immediate off. But, what happens if we open up to meet the other or if there are other positive aspects? Both people can teach the other to open up to other ways of making themselves feel loved. For example, if one of them has difficulty verbalizing their feelings, and the other is more verbal, they may find themselves intrigued and fascinated by this quality of the other, since they feel that they cannot do it themselves. This square is one of the easiest to work with, since the nature of both planets is already quite compatible. If they share other trigons or conjunctions, they can be used as ways to work this square.

🟫The positive aspects between Mercury and Mars (trine, sextile, parallel, quintile or biquintile) make both people easily happy and motivated when talking or after talking with the other person. The Mercury person learns to think and plan better for the future and to put his ideas into action, he feels that his ideas are clearer and he learns to think and plan independently, as well as to say what he thinks and be faithful to what he really wants. While the Mars person obtains a better direction, he learns to be more rational and analytical when undertaking an action or idea. Both teach each other to be more spontaneous and feel more dynamic being together. Communication is fluid and somewhat fun.

🟫Saturn-Venus contacts can be truly sublime for both parties. For the Venus person, they can feel that they are taken seriously, that they have found someone very devoted to them and someone who can give them that firmness and sense of stability that they may have lacked in past relationships. While the Saturn person will be fascinated not only by beauty but also by sweetness and affection, being able to melt that hard shell with which he usually approaches love. Both can have a stable relationship and it should be added that there may be a fear of making a mistake in the relationship that makes the other feel misunderstood or unloved, this happens especially for aspects such as conjunction, opposition or square. Even so, no matter how tense the aspect is, it does not take away the loyalty and commitment of the relationship.

🟫The Sun-Mars conjunction is extremely interesting and gives us a powerful attraction for both parties, but especially for the Mars person. Both of them can become and behave very flirty with the other, they can find themselves irresistible and feel a fascination for the body of the other. The Mars person sees the Sun person as alluring, powerful and dominant, while the latter will see the Mars person as someone chaotic, intense and equally seductive. There can be some competition in some cases (especially if Mars is making a lot of tense aspects with the rest of the planets), and it can give us an enemies to lover vibes at times. They both feel very dynamic after spending time with each other, especially the Sun person. There is that sexual tension that is capable of being felt from the beginning.

🟫There is a spiritual touch to the relationship of those with a Jupiter-Pluto trine/sextile. They both feel that they grow with the other, that they learn a lot and that together, they can face whatever life throws at them, becoming much braver since they are with each other. They feel a strong connection because of their similar beliefs and ways of seeing complex issues, such as death or sex or even the true meaning of life. Both learn to see life with different eyes and can feel that they begin to truly enjoy it with the presence of the other person. Jupiter person will bring a lot of light, joy and new insights to Pluto person who will be very intrigued by it. While Pluto person will bring transformation, changes and an intense union to the life of Jupiter person, who will feel very attracted to them.

🟫Many times when we are told about the square between Venus-Mars it is painted as something fully sexual and somewhat chaotic. One of the problems that can arise is the difference when it comes to showing desire and forming love. Both may have very different ways of showing love, but that doesn't mean they don't feel it. To solve this square, two factors are crucial: good communication and acceptance. If both are mature enough, they will understand that they cannot change the other. When we see this aspect, it is recommended that both make clear the way in which they want to be loved and what attitudes they do not like. The attraction is very strong, as much as the adoration for the other.

🟫When your Rising is conjunct someone's MC this person shows a lot of admiration for who you are and what you have accomplished. In their eyes you are a great person, someone who achieves what is proposed and in general someone who inspires and motivates them to try to be better every day. This is because the MC often displays traits that we admire and what we consider to be superior to ourselves in some way. With this overlay-aspect we have a relationship based on motivation, admiration and self-improvement.

🟫When your Moon is conjunct another's North Node, it means that this person will help you develop your emotional side. The North Node native will be delighted with the Moon person, they will feel a lot of inexplicable warmth towards this person and they will have a well-developed instinct to protect and care for them. While Moon Person will see to their well-being and pay a lot of attention to them, treating them with great delicacy and treating them with great affection. Both of them will feel that this connection was fateful and they will see each other as a very special person in each other's life, especially for the North Node person, who will see the other as a very special person in their life regardless of the time that has passed or if the other person continues or not in their life.

🟫If your Saturn is aspecting your partner's Sun or Chart ruler, chances are they think you bring order and stability into their life. You make them have a need to want to improve either as a person, professionally or in any other way so that you see and feel that something stable augurs you with them. In your case, you can see them as people with whom you can have a lasting, solid and secure relationship. There is a lot of trust between them and they can feel that they finally have someone to rely on.

🟫When a Mars-Rising conjunction occurs but with Mars positioned in the 12th house, both natives are extremely attracted to each other, in an uncontrolled way and seem not to understand exactly why, at least initially in some cases. A feeling of having seen the most fascinating person in the world, with a touch of having connected before or feeling like you know the other. The Rising person is the one who usually feels this much more magnified than the Mars person, this is because, as I have mentioned many times, the person who will always feel the effect of the overlays is the house person. However, the Mars person is also included, since it is set to the Rising of the other person.

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[deepouterspacecandy]

Fallout

What if—and stay with me here—you and Abigail Anderson meet after the nuclear war? Thank you for being here and for all the messages and comments so far. It means the world. Violence and sexual themes, my works are 18+ only. All screenshots on my blog are from my personal gameplay.

For the past twenty years, you’ve watched the same tropical fish, electric blue and fire-engine red, gliding across your computer screen in an agonizingly predictable rhythm. It’s only now that you find yourself longing to experience the texture of the water they inhabit.

You know very well that it would not be wise to go outside.

The blinding flashes of light and the thunderous clap of explosions are an acid burn against the labyrinths of your mind. The horrifying sight of the only landscape you’d ever known reduced to rubble while your family scrambled to get you to the safety of the bunker.

Maybe the loneliness has finally caught up with you, or perhaps it’s the relentless glare of the artificial lights slowly eroding your sanity.

But what if, contrary to their warnings, it’s not a desolate wasteland anymore?

As you ponder the enchantments that lie beyond your impermeable tomb, vibrant hues of coral reef and gently swaying anemones taunt you.

“Stupid sea turtles. You probably have twelve eyes by now,” you mumble, your plight only heard by the dust on your bookshelves and a solitary pair of slippers near the entrance to your sleeping quarters.

It’s time to take your daily dose of vitamins and choke down another prepackaged meal that tastes more like chemicals than actual food, and your stomach doesn’t even have the decency to growl. You reluctantly pry yourself away from the evening’s entertainment, your eyes darting to the digital clock above the whiteboard to count down the minutes to your dinner alarm.

On the menu for tonight are three delicious options: chicken and potatoes, beef mac and cheese, or a warm and comforting bowl of sloppy, insipid oatmeal with apple slices that never quite rehydrate as the package promises.

Truth be told, everything tastes like a monotonous heap of nothingness, and you’re tempted to paint the walls with it instead.

Alas, when the clock chimes at you like an insouciant bird suddenly forgetting it hasn’t seen the sun in over a decade, you begrudgingly get up and continue with your daily routines, trapped in the monotony of it all.

Just as you are about to tear open your lavish foil packet of sustenance, a strange, unrecognizable sound echoes from the desk. At first, your heart skips a beat, mistaking the warbling sound for a warning alert, indicating a potential issue with the air ventilation system or some other critical failure in this sterile foxhole you’re forced to call home.

Despite this, as you plod your way across the frigid floor on your brisk return to the computer, you nearly trip over your own feet at what you discover.

It’s a chat box of some kind, from an interface you’ve never seen before.

A: Is anyone out there?

Your eyes strain as you read the unexpected message, the words blurring together until you’re finally jolted out of your trance by a second one.

A: Please tell me I’m not the only one left...

Gripped by the sudden fear that you might have quietly descended into madness, you blink hard, hoping the mirage might disappear so you can go about your riveting night with at least half your marbles intact.

A: God, it’s been so long since I’ve touched anyone, I forget what it feels like.

The chat box flickers impatiently, awaiting your response. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, unable to produce a reply.

This can’t be real.

You spent years curled up by the radio, desperate for human connection, and not a single living creature drifted along those frequencies. The possibility of finding other survivors through the computer disappeared when the population and all its infrastructure vanished into sheets of vapor.

The buzz of florescent bulbs above your head is making it difficult to concentrate. You glance up at the long-abandoned treadmill beckoning you to step aboard to bring some order to your lunacy. You contemplate it until the next message appears and captures your full attention, keeping you firmly planted in your seat.

A: I swear if I have to scarf down another bag of chili mac, I’m going to lose it.

This person knows exactly what you're going through, struck by the same hardships. Finally, your mind and body synchronize, and you regain sensation in your fingertips.

⚡️Does yours come with peppermints? Mine does. They taste like shit, but I’m building a chess set with the ones I can’t bear to eat.

A: Holy fuck.

⚡️I know. I don’t even remember how to play chess.

A: HOLY FUCK!

It’s your first meeting with something other than the lifeless mop tucked away in the cabinet, and you scold yourself for coming across so indifferently. There is still a part of you that remains convinced you are in some sort of dream.

A: I can’t believe it finally worked. Are you for real?

It’s a relevant question, one you’ve battled with for some time now if you’re honest.

⚡️I’ve wondered the same thing lately. Maybe I’m just trapped in a really bad dream, or the air ran out in my bunker and I’m dead as a motherfucker.

A: Seems like a cruel way to spend the afterlife.

⚡️You should try the oatmeal. If there’s a Hell, I’ve got about four hundred packets of it in my pantry.

You take another quick look at the clock, and it's been around five minutes since you last replied. It’s not that you expect this person to read you a bedtime story, but if you're feeling anxious about losing them already, there's no one around to criticize you for it.

A: The one with the apples, right?

Your heart leaps with pure exhilaration. Either your brain is playing tricks on you, reflecting your experience to keep you from bouncing off the walls, or this person is destined to become your closest companion.

⚡️Do they get stuck in your teeth, too?

Your kitchen timer is rattling angrily on the countertop, and you're unable to determine how much time has passed since it started buzzing. The fear inside you grows, convincing you that leaving at this moment would somehow sever the connection. Putting yourself in harm's way is a real possibility when you choose to skip a meal. In response, you decide to sprint there and back, unwilling to take any chances.

A: No, but that’s because I know how to cook them properly.

With a loud clatter, your porcelain bowl lands on the desk, and the sauce immediately oozes onto your mouse pad. An indignant huff escapes your chest as you lick your fingers clean and plop back into your chair, almost losing your balance as it threatens to roll away.

It's possible that you're not as offended as you initially thought, as a slight stinging feeling radiates through your cheeks. How long has it been since you last smiled?

⚡️Hold up, are you saying I don’t know how to cook?

A: Not necessarily. How would you rate your ability to read directions, though?

Giggles slip out of your mouth, catching you off guard. The stark contrast between the gloomy ambiance of the space and the vibrant, hopeful sound is startling. But something warm and playful rises inside you.  

⚡️That’s it. I'm turning off my computer.

A: Please don’t go.

Even though you've never met this person, the desperation in their tone weighs heavily on you.

⚡️Don’t worry, I won’t. I was only kidding.

The response is lightning fast, leaving you no time to acknowledge your meal—steadily cooling and forming an unappetizing skin across the surface.

A: Oh. Okay. Well, good then. I was messing around too... the apples are the fucking worst.

You stare in disbelief at the conversation so far, your mind a chaotic blend of empty thoughts and a flood of words waiting to burst out.

⚡️I knew it. They weren’t any good even before they expired!

A: Do your gardens still work?

It's been forever since you had the chance to look after them. The systems malfunctioned early on and gone were the days of fresh vegetation. You cried yourself to sleep for weeks.

⚡️No gardens.

A: I’m sorry, that blows. Broken, or you never had them to begin with?

⚡️Yeah, the first one. A while ago, now.

Your bowl of goop sits untouched as you reminisce about running your fingers over the lush, waxy leaves.

A: I’ll share my apples with you. Got any books over there?

Regardless of your unwillingness to accept it, your bunker boasts an extensive collection of literature that you have diligently read from cover to cover. Since the universe only gives so much at a time, you jest.

⚡️I hear the postal system is on hiatus. Any chance you were in bumfuck Montana when the world fell apart?

Her answer is so electrifying that it sends shivers racing from your scalp down to your toes and you have to steady your breathing before you can fully absorb the details.

A: Born and raised. I’m Abby, by the way. It’s really nice to meet you.

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[adiluv]

✦ : ❝ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ꒰𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞꒱ !

꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which your bed is taken and you try to get your roommate to share; 872 words.

꒰warnings꒱ akademiya roommate wanderer, lumine as traveler, reader is not traveler/is from sumeru, barely edited.

꒰adi moment꒱ i cannot stop being haunted by ideas right before i'm about to go to sleep, please send help!! also, doing a bit more experimenting with the titles, so let me know what y'all think! super short drabble, but hope you enjoy! ໒��ྀི*ˊ ᵕ ˋ꒱ྀི১

"Need I remind you," comes the chiding of an ever familiar voice, staring you down with dull eyes. "You were the one that oh, so 'graciously' insisted upon giving up your room to the Traveler." A reminder, the Wanderer you've come to call your roommate poking you in the shoulder as those words leave his lips.

He's unimpressed, that much is clear, gaze focused upon the pillow held beneath the crook of your arm. The spare blanket tugged over your body sags, sliding off one of your shoulders, as if cowering away from the figure in front of you. Contrary to his usual tone, there's no sense of mockery inside of his voice, and he looks fully ready to close the door in your face as resign you to your fate.

In fact, he even attempts to do so, only stopping when you quickly jab your foot in the door—despite known fully well that he possesses the strength necessary to simply crush your foot and end the conversation. He doesn't, of course, because you had threatened to tell Lesser Lord Kusanali in retaliation, instead choosing to shoot you a deadpanned glare as you're given another chance to make your case.

You flash an innocent smile. He rolls his eyes, and yours crinkle.

"Well..." You muse, humming as you grip the doorknob and attempt to push further into the space. A gust of wind that would have no natural place being inside of the dorm gently pushes you back, the Vision hanging on his chest providing further confirmation of his manipulation. "The couch is uncomfortable. And cramped. I couldn't possibly have a good rest there."

"I don't see what that has to do with me." And, perhaps the low light is simply playing tricks on your eyes, but you can almost see the ghost of a smile pulling up at the corner of the Wanderer's lips, a barely noticeable glint in his eye as you pout at your misfortune.

"You do realize that she's a hero, right? One that's—quite literally—saved several nations within Teyvat? Including Sumeru? Aren't you Vahumana scholars supposed to care about that?" You decide to ignore the convenient fact that she turned up on the Wanderer's doorstep, acting like old acquaintances, because he'd refused to answer any of your questions on that matter and you were certain that he actually would slam the door on your foot if you decided to bring it up.

Considering the fact that he works beneath the Dendro Archon herself, though, perhaps you should've just come to expect all sorts of mysterious circumstances following him around.

"And yet, a hero of legend couldn't even bring herself to book a hotel room. How kind of you, to be providing such charity to the needy."

Your lips thin as he snickers at the situation, shoulders slumping as you look away. At this point, you wouldn't have been shocked if both the traveler and her companion—Paimon, was it?—had heard your discussion, spoken in hardly hushed whispers with walls thinner than the paper you wrote your reports on.

How they could put up with the man's attitude was still something that eluded you, though you supposed you'd have to ask yourself that question, too.

Whatever. At least you weren't the one being uncourteous.

"Just shut up and let me in already."

Finally, the door swings open, allowing you a direct line of sight into his bedroom. Neat, and sparsely decorated, to the point where one might've assumed it uninhabited at first glance. The ever growing stack of papers and doll sitting directly in front of his pillow were the only real indications of his presence, the only things that convinced you he was real after all.

That, and the insolent personality of his that had absolutely no business staying stuck in your mind all the time.

"Just make sure that you stay on your side of the bed." He mumbles, sharp edge prevailing despite the low volume. You quickly scurry in, closing the door behind you before he has the opportunity to change his mind.

Turns out that you didn't actually follow his orders, if the photos that Paimon snapped of the both of you sleeping together—bodies curled around each other to the point where it was near impossible to decipher who was holding who—were any sort of evidence.

She proudly bragged about them, slamming them on the table with a smug expression as she teased the red-faced 'Hat Guy' sitting right in front of her. Whether or not he was upset or embarrassed, you remained clueless about, though the near white-knuckled grip he held on his butterknife seemed to promise answers. Based on the awkward look on the traveler's face, cold-blooded murder seemed the most likely possibility.

Against your own nosy nature, the role of an innocent bystander seemed far more appealing. At least, with the cup of warm chai in your hands, you could pass off your blush as a reaction to the beverage's heat.

On the bright side, considering the softened look within your dearest roommate's eyes when you'd awoken—before the traveler's companion had burst in asking for breakfast… he might just allow you back into his room the next time your find your bed unavailable.

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[sarahreesbrennan]

Is Elliot decently muscular and athletic to the people in the Border Camp? Does he realize this?

Absolutely yes, and absolutely no.

Elliot has two superhuman personal trainers. They are intensely motivated by his wellbeing, and he is intensely motivated by his desire to earn their affection.

... He doesn't have to do this, but he doesn't realise that. It was interesting for me to chart Elliot's development over years, both physically, mentally and emotionally. To me his outside is a mirror for his insides, as he grew more socially adept and confident and able to charm and negotiate, but still thought of himself as a social reject even while using those skills, despite the cognitive dissonance inherent. Elliot doesn't realise his deeper qualities attract people's love as he doesn't realise his surface qualities attract admiration.

Being unloved by your primary caregivers in childhood means you carry with you--despite evidence to the contrary, despite your own intelligence arguing otherwise--a deep-rooted conviction you are unlovable. And if you have a prickly personality (with that conviction, it's likely: neglect, like other forms of abuse, does not produce perfect victims) you're going to receive feedback that looks to you like more evidence to back up those beliefs, and you won't see the arguments against it. Elliot is observant as hell, but only sees a certain amount because of his blinkers.

... Also I do enjoy writing characters who are deeply oblivious, and providing the clues for my readers. Every character is a mystery in themselves! And the mystery is both tragic and comic.

To people in the Border Camp, Elliot's less impressive than on our side of the wall: they're accustomed to said superhuman personal trainers, but he is still remarkable enough to be remarked upon by their commander. That's especially significant as many of the 'humans' in the Borderlands have inhuman blood, and thus everyone's approach to 'can a human jump from a tall cliff and land unhurt' is 'that doesn't sound right, but I don't know enough about the capacities of the species to say...'

Elliot's unquestionably seen as the jock of the council course, which would disgust him if he knew. He's picked to play the homme fatale of his school play and put in revealing outfits, and the very night of the school play while still in sexy costume he sleeps with the (widely-considered) hottest girl in school. (Having already romanced the other contestant for hottest girl in school. And then goes on to hook up with the two best-looking boys. Truly a bisexual icon among the beautiful people.) Extremely fit in all senses of the word, and to those of the Border Camp being visibly athletic is especially attractive because it indicates you're more likely to survive.

To those outside the training camp, well, he gets courted by a harpy on sight ('who is that striking gentleman? I must bring him a bouquet of dead rabbits!), propositioned repeatedly by an elf, and kissed by a mermaid during their first encounter. It is fair to suspect that some of his diplomatic missions have been helped out by people responding to him with 'he's not that diplomatic but... that ass.'

To the people of our world, as Jase testifies, Elliot is clearly the product of fairly intensive athletic or military training.

I remember one post that says 'he is so tall and so ripped' and another one saying he is totally jacked and the fastest man alive.

... I endorse them both.

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[the-darklings]

──𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 [𝐈𝐈.]

summary: “When the end comes, turn me into stardust, Dream Lord.”

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: Dream is still Dream ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

notes: thank you so much to everyone for your warm feedback on part 1 & enjoy!!!

part one | series masterlist | ao3 |

PART TWO: YEAR 200-300

“That’s eerie, Dream.”

“When finished, they will be a nightmare.”

He does that often. Speak as if certain things should be obvious. You’ve learned by now he’s not being patronising. Dream is simply ancient. These things are apparent to him. Sometimes it makes you wonder if he, himself, forgets you’re a human who—even with such long existence—still understands scarce little about this universe. 

“Yeah, but teeth for eyes?” you pose, circling. Blackened beach sand crunches beneath your soles. The only sound in the otherwise remote landscape. “Pretty sure that would make anyone cry and run. Do the teeth chatter? Will they? You see them coming because the quiet chatter gives them away. Chomp, chomp.”

A laugh tickles from your chest, saturating the air. Dream peers in your direction from the corner of his eye, permitting the moment of blitheness. Perhaps he noticed the exhausted creases around your eyes or the listless way you followed after him when he informed you he planned to spend the afternoon crafting new dreams and nightmares. A long, painful journey to return here now lies behind you.

“Nightmares are mirrors,” Dream rumbles, his head slanting as he examines the barebone frame of the soon-to-be nightmare. “They are as necessary as dreams. They challenge and reveal. They’re lessons in bravery and vulnerability.”

You settle beside him, eyeing the teeth and the subtle horror woven into being right before you. “So you prefer creating nightmares over dreams?”

Does that then indicate he prefers being the King of Nightmare Realms to being the Dream King? 

“I have no preference.” No hitch in pitch, but after two hundred and forty years, you know better than to hope you can unravel a tell so effortlessly. Instead, you seek his face, that piercing stare, crafting even while he speaks. Raw creation, supercharging the air with energy you’re still too young, too novice in your existence, to fully comprehend—he’s endless, pouring from himself into the universe, and you’re a lone atom held in his gravity. “The Dreaming, the waking world, dreams and nightmares. Everything is a scale. I merely balance it.”

You ghost your palm over the nightmare’s shell, your head lowering. An odd, pained smile twists your mouth, tilting downward soon after.

“We must be nothing to you,” you whisper in pained realisation, avoiding looking his way. “We’re so tiny that you don’t even see us. We die in a blink for you, and ten more take our place in a breath.”

How could anyone hold his attention? It’s no wonder Dream is so closed-off, so wrapped up in his duty and rules, in his seclusion. 

His hand appears in your peripheral, grazing over the empty shell, matter sewing itself together where his pale fingers travel. Dream Lord doesn’t look your way, nor you his when he speaks: 

“On the contrary, Wanderer, I see you perfectly well.”

.

Your feet shuffle. Dream slants his body in your direction, no more than lackadaisical observation, and you scowl at him. 

"I'm not nervous." You've repeated the affirmation several times now but to no avail. Dream Lord appears no less convinced by your words despite how adamant you've been. Heaving the deepest sigh you can muster up, you let your shoulders droop. "Okay, fine. I'm nervous. I know you said as long as you're here, your guests can't be harmed, but I'm about to see two gods meet."

This time, Dream turns his entirely in your direction. Around you, Dream’s subjects bustle in preparation. It’s not every day another Endless visits the Dreaming. It’s all exceedingly formal and showy, more human than you might have expected, and it worries you because you’re not a subject under Dream’s protection. You’re a stray, a bad omen, and it’s discomforting to be in the presence of beings that make you feel abhorrent in your own skin. 

"I am not God. I'm the Endless." Dream's dark hair hangs over his forehead, almost covering his eyes, his words pitched low; each one reverberates against your spine with a thrum. "We are older than your gods. We were birthed with this universe, and we'll be the last beings when the universe goes silent. You perceive me as a man of flesh and blood, but it is not so rudimentary, Wanderer. My siblings and I exist outside the bounds of your human comprehension." 

You ruminate over his words, picking each one apart in your mind. A realisation settles in your chest, one that leaves you frowning and sad. “So one day you’ll be the last?”

“Death will be the last,” Dream replies. You get a distinct impression that he’s not concerned about such a thing or that he, too, may cease to exist one day. “When we are gone, she will kiss this universe to sleep.”

She will kiss this universe to sleep. You've run into Death occasionally, but you silently agree. She's kind enough to love a dead universe as much as one overflowing with life. 

“Can I ask for a favour if I’m still around?” Your own voice has lowered as well. Pale purple light from the glass-stained windows inside the throne room washes over Dream Lord’s sharp features when he glances your way. Silent and patient. “When the end comes, turn me into stardust, Dream Lord.”

Dream is unmoving beside you. “Stardust?” he echoes softly. 

“Yeah,” you say with a crooked grin. “That way, I’ll be free for all eternity.”

.

“You think me callous.”

Direct much?

Stride rigid and jaw tense, you mutter a quiet, “No, I didn’t say that.”

Dream keeps pace easily, seemingly half morphing into the ground, gliding along as his black coat flutters behind him. “You do not need to.”

Can a cursed human be cursed again? Surely giving him a rude gesture would result in something similar. 

The castle entrance looms ahead, and you step outside, fresh wildflowers and cotton candy air expanding your lungs. Gates of Horn and Ivory loom on the distant horizon, dreams and nightmares weaving around the portals to the mortal lands. Gatekeepers loom above the castle, watchfully guarding the heart of the Dreaming. For once, the magnificence of Dream's kingdom does little to quell your ire.

You halt, pivoting sharply on your heels to face him. Several dreams scuttle from sight when they spot you and Dream together. It’s sad that they skitter away, fearful of overstepping a line Dream never permits them to tread.  

“I just think…” You chew on your tongue, fading off. Inhaling deeply, you hold it in your lungs, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter.”

He appears more caught off guard by your reluctant mutter, by your backing down, where you would usually shout your thoughts, than anything else. 

“You refuse to speak your mind?” he wonders.

He really doesn’t see it. This realm craves his love, attention, and approval, yet he’s so cold to them. It’s not from disinterest or insensitivity, but there’s such a yawning distance between him and the creatures inhabiting the Dreaming. It’s painful as it is frustrating. It’s not your business. You learned with swift brutality what happens when you try to meddle and force your misplaced wisdom onto others. Nothing good. Your bruised body and soul are a testament to that. 

Losing this, losing the Dreaming, would break you. It’s the only place you’ve ever felt safe in. The only place where your scars throb less and doubts flee your mind—a place where you can rest and not fear for yourself. 

“This is your domain,” you acknowledge. “You let me drop by, and I love the Dreaming. It’s… it’s very dear to me. Lucienne, Merv, Abel and Cain, and yes, even you. I don’t want to lose that because I said something you don’t like to hear.”

It’s stupid. You’re so stupid. Your words taste juvenile and fatuous. Why would an Endless care for what you think? What are you but bones to him? Another soul worn down by the weight on your shoulders. 

Dream takes a single stride closer, and the infinity flows with him. Perpetually grave, potent with his calm presence—he’s suffocating, he’s so stupid, he’s magnificent. “I invite honesty.”

You’re not sure whether to cry or laugh. “Do you?”

Something more honed shapes Dream’s face, neutralising his previous focus and reshaping it into something venerable and all-powerful despite his outward neutrality. You nape tingles. “Your meaning?”

“Oh, as if you don’t know,” you scoff under your breath, marching away from him, your shoulders bunching up again. “Corinthian may be dangerous, but wanting freedom is not a crime. If you just talked with him openly—”

Dream’s voice is a powerful rasp behind you. “That is not his function.”

No change in his intonation, but the ground beneath your feet seems to tremble. Your knees lock momentarily. You refuse to let him see the falter, forcing yourself to keep moving, away, better that than a fight—

Maybe you're foolhardy, or possibly because you were there when Dream created Corinthian, but you can't stand down. You're still awfully and unashamedly human despite Dream's numerous hints that it's ebbing from you, that beating human heart. 

You’re halfway across the stone bridge leading to and fro the castle when you draw to another stop. 

“You’re right. It isn’t.” Your words come out subdued, each word slipping with an imploring edge. “But it doesn’t mean he, or anyone else, is wrong for wanting to be free.”

Turning, you risk a step closer, then another, continuing gently, “You told me decades ago that you see me. But do you really, Dream? You love them, but you don’t see them. Not really. You created them. To them, you’re everything, but you don’t try to understand their wishes or fears. Because understanding them means letting them close.”

The ruby around his neck glows faintly. You’re not sure what it means, if anything. “You speak of… empathy.”

You exhale. “Yes.” 

A flicker sparks and flees from his gaze, leaving that stony composure behind. He leans slightly closer as if he’s about to share a great secret with you. 

“I’m neither man nor God, Wanderer.” Silky, composed reminder. “I’m not here to be cruel nor kind. I simply am. And you will do well to remember the difference.”

His coat rustles, phantom feathers fissling through the air, and then he’s gone.

Your head lifts towards the sky. Sunny, blue expanse moments prior has been replaced by heavy, low-hanging clouds. Bruised purple, swollen, and above else, you infer distantly, lonely. 

.

He began with the first dream. 

For Morpheus, the universe was once a cold, desolate, ravenous void bar his family. Then came dreams. His duty, a shining purpose, and with it, sense. Belonging. An endless stream of human consciousness resting curled in his hands. Warm and purring, a living feline, coiling and expanding, and to contain it, to nurture it, he built a kingdom. The waking world has grown with age. Mortals have come far since the First People, gaining speed with their innovation, compelled forth by their sheer, unbridled imagination. 

Stumbling and young, concerned with their short lives. 

Well, not all of them. 

He’s on his throne, Lucienne reading updates from the dossier, her voice smooth and firm, when he senses it. A ripple in the Dreaming. The fabric—sand, rocks, trees, air, and water—forming his realm, loosening to make an entrance. What once felt so wrong three hundred years ago is now familiar and anticipated. 

Wanderer. 

You had not visited in five years after your last dissent. With time you will view the cosmos in similar light he does. He is certain. This return is but proof. The curse will drag you through the ages, and fragments already lost after three hundred years will only increase in volume. Order is what keeps the universe turning and its inhabitants breathing. Everything in this vast cosmos has a purpose, especially for him and his own. 

There’s a crackling zap in the air. Morpheus gets a lungful of the sheer power output that is you dragging from one place in the boundless universe to another, then stillness. 

Coruscate light from glass-stained windows behind his throne illuminates your frame, several paces away from where Lucienne stands. 

His librarian’s quiet gasp alerts Morpheus that something is terribly wrong. 

He stretches to his full height. Your grin is lopsided; warm, lips wobbling, stained with black liquid, not blood. 

“Hey, Dream.”

Duller, unfailingly affectionate but disturbingly scratchy with pain. 

The Dreaming contorts around him viciously, and he’s at the bottom of the dais in a single step. Just as you tip forward, collapsing right into him. 

an: hope you enjoyed part 2, let me know any thoughts you may have!!!

#the sandman #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #fic: today i bury you in me

[autistichalsin]

Hi, I hope you're doing well? I love your analysis of Halsin and I like him even more now that I understand him better.

Just recently I saw a post about Halsin degrading (?) himself when he propositions to the player and that he's happy with being just with them but he won't keep them from finding happiness with others. From what I gathered, since he's a mature wood elf, being poly is very much okay for him but I need your expertise here. Is Halsin _really_ ok with being "just" another boyfriend or does he think of himself as not worthy enough to be an "only" boyfriend?

I'm doing alright, just trying to power through this final essay for my epidemiology class! I'm glad to hear you feel like my posts make you understand him better <3333

Hm. So... I want to say this delicately because I don't want to demean those who have this interpretation, but I have noticed that this fandom has a real tendency to try to patholologicize sexual behaviors it deems outside the norm. All three of the characters who consent to polyamory with Halsin- Karlach, Shadowheart, and Astarion- have had many people trying to make it sound like they don't actually consent, and in Astarion's case, trying to link this to his trauma despite canonical evidence to the contrary. It reads like an attempt to infantilize, especially Astarion, and make it seem like anyone who consents to polyamory must have something "wrong with them" to do so; that there has to be a "reason" for polyamorous relationships, and that reason has to be that there's something "wrong" with the characters. They can't say no, they are manifesting trauma, they are afraid to be left single, they are using polyamory as a tool to commit mental/emotional self-harm. Needless to say, I really don't like this.

I like it even less with Halsin, because he is a wood elf. Polyamory is the default for his culture. Treating his social practices like they're the result of him being "broken" is really wrong, to me. Why don't we pathologicize Lae'zel, who comes from a culture that practices polyamory by default, being monogamous? "Maybe her monogamy is because she's too insecure in her attachment to embrace polyamory." "Maybe her trauma with being unvalued in her culture has left her too afraid to understand polyamorous relationships." It never happens, because our culture is monogamous, and therefore people want to explain away deviation from our particular set of norms.

Halsin is "traumatized and poly", not "poly because he's traumatized." The devnotes in the scene where Halsin first explains being poly specifically state, several times, that he's being sincere and that this is a core belief of his. Halsin isn't reluctantly accepting crumbs of affection because he thinks it's all he can get; he loves the player, is secure enough to know it doesn't need to compete with anyone else's love to be special, and is happy to see how the relationship unfolds now that he is free of the Shadow Curse.

He's not degrading himself by entering into such an arrangement; if anything, entering a relationship where he refuses his nature would be a degradation. Monogamy would be the degrading "abandoning who he is to beg for mere scraps of affection" option for Halsin.

I know it all comes back to the "you are all I want" option, but I think people are misinterpreting it. There was a silent "right now" at the end. He didn't mean he would never want another; he meant at that moment, the player was the only one he had his eyes on, but obviously that wasn't true for the player.

People say that Halsin never manifesting that interest later is an indication that he isn't real, but he does manifest it; if rejected at Sharess' Caress, he states his intention to basically go get laid elsewhere. He is receptive to the idea of having a threesome with Mizora one day if the player lightheartedly suggests it ("don't let me talk myself out of a night to remember all the time...")

These aren't committed relationships, no, but Halsin has little contact outside of the group to begin with. And as he says, his heart doesn't stir easily. He is very open to sex, but committed relationships aren't as much a part of his normal life; the player is all but said to be extraordinary for awakening those feelings in him. He hasn't had much room for deep romantic love in his life.

The lines- saying he wants others to enjoy the player, while he only wants the player- are simply reflecting the reality that at this point, the player has another lover, while Halsin has no other people he is interested in. That's all it is.

Again, I think Halsin would find settling for a monogamous relationship to be much more degrading than a polyamorous one, personally.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[ilynpilled]

i think an interesting factor that is not acknowledged by fandom is what exactly is indicated in the text that cersei and jaime’s plan was and how old they were when they came up with it. they never say that they intend to continue a sexual affair, especially during a royal marriage, only to not be separated/be near eachother always. though i understand that cersei convinces jaime also through a passionate sexual act (not confirmed what degree, there is also no indication of use of moon tea etc to prevent child, but ofc that doesn’t necessarily disprove the possibility of penetrative sex) and the high had effect on jaime’s decision making, and they have experimented with sexual acts of some sort already as children, and there is no doubt in my mind that they have a skewed understanding of how they love each other like “our love is natural law”, but there are a lot of other things we know: everybody in the equation assumes there will be a royal marriage hence cersei would remain in KL and they would be “near each other always”, and an affair would be treason punishable by death. they do know it will not be the same as it was before because cersei will get married, even if jaime doesn’t. cersei was already infatuated with rhaegar, and says she expected and wanted to be his queen, wife, and the mother of his children. this is much later and a lot of other things happen, but the last time we know the twins have sex (confirmed penetrative sex. cersei says “i fucked jaime” verbatim) is right before the wedding with robert, and after the married couple emerge from the sept, jaime is obviously distraught. why? wasn’t this the plan all along? ofc there is jealousy, but i argue that because they know this marks the end of the relationship. jaime is already at a point where he is pretty disillusioned with every other major value in his life: honor, glory, knighthood, and heroism. and he gave up everything else he had, a lot of free will/lands/titles etc, to be close to cersei, so all that remains to him is love (which is arguably the most important thing to him), which we know he also considers a vow, though more abstract and personal. cersei experiences disillusionment during the bedding when robert calls her lyanna. it is a similar epiphany to the crowd cheering for jaime after he is raised to the kg at harrenhal, him being content enough despite other aspects of this plan falling apart (he joined because of cersei, but “honor and glory played their part” & “that boy wanted to be ser arthur dayne.” aspirations for knighthood and heroism are clearly there) until actually finding out that aerys chose him as a pawn against tywin and not as a knight, his position is without much meaning, and he wants “to rip off his white cloak” but knows he can’t because, not only was he already selected, he had sworn the oaths now too. and of course, cersei’s experience also gets much worse from this point on, just like how jaime’s got worse as a kg, and how his understanding of so many things he idealized was torn apart, and he is confronted with how these things work and contradict in reality. but what i really want to highlight is that when they are at greenstone, about a year into the marriage, robert starts cheating on her with a female cousin:

cersei sends jaime to confirm her suspicions, and he returns with the question of “do you want him dead for it?” both of them are mad at robert for dishonoring her and breaking his marital vows, why would they be if they are already cheating too? i get that these are the lannister twins, but then cersei says “no. i want him horned.” horned means cucked, and the indication here is that robert had not been horned yet at this point. this is where the affair seems to start, there is no evidence for the contrary afaik. it is also obviously 100% penetrative sex, hence cersei can believe it is when joffrey was conceived. and it happened primarily in retaliation against robert. destructive codependent incest spawning as a result of complex family dynamics and parental neglect aside, at every turn it is highlighted that this affair is also a product of a lot of systemic issues and the twins’ disillusionment, but focusing more on cersei and her being stuck in an abusive and unwanted marriage: the husband is free to cheat on her with no risk or consequences, unlike her, and does so. the bitterness from this influences her to retaliate with an affair of her own. not to mention she is fighting back against her rapist the only way she can, and refuses to bear his children, which is again, the limited form of retaliation she has. she could accept jaime’s proposal to kill robert for her, but this could lead to jaime’s death (she outright says this in agot when she says that jaime would have killed robert even if it cost him his own life if he saw the bruises + the same proposal down the line could also threaten her life and the life of her children if this murder is investigated. + i do think part of her just wants revenge. she wants to retaliate in this way where she has the power). i just dont think people simplifying this situation and implying that “the twins intended and would 100% have ‘fucked up their own lives’ and ‘threatened the realm’ with an affair during a royal marriage no matter what.” stands. idk, maybe it is just my preference, but to me it makes sense that even with tywin’s rearing they couldve grown out of this dysfunctional relationship as they got older and gained maturity, but instead everything gets worse and pushes them into embracing the illusion of eachother more than ever.

#valyrianscrolls #cersei lannister #jaime lannister

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

a learning opportunity / eddie munson

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

masterlist

one shot

cw: virgin!eddie, mention of mileven inappropriately (gareth is kinda an ass here sorry), eddie has a praise kink, oral (f receiving), protected sex, cumming in underwear, cursing, boob play, eddie being fascinated and shy and adorable, 7.1k words, unedited

you offer to teach eddie how sex actually works and he couldn't be more thankful.

a/n: sorry i've been mia, i've been working a lot and super unmotivated to write due to tumblr taking my engagement way down :/

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  “it’s not like it’s one of my priorities,” mike wheeler rolls his eyes, putting another forkful of the school spaghetti into his mouth.

  gareth cocks his head at him. “you’re telling me you’re going all the way to california to see your girlfriend and you’re just not going to get your dick wet? wasted trip man,” he says.

  “oh stop it, they’re fourteen,” you say, throwing a raisin at gareth.

  jeff raises his hand as he finishes chewing. “also, i don’t think you have room to talk, you’re a virgin,” jeff says.

  a glare is thrown jeff’s way. “so are you,” gareth accuses.

  jeff scoffs, “i never claimed i wasn’t.” the two boys glare at one another as you continue eating.

  “my point still stands,” gareth says, crossing his arms.

  jeff snorts, “how you gonna give him pointers if you’ve never been within five feet of a woman?”

  dustin puts his head into his hands as mikes face scrunches in disgust. “he doesn’t need them, that’s enough guys,” you say in a weak attempt to get them to shut up about it, obviously it was making mike uncomfortable.

  gareth looks around the table before his eyes settle on eddie. “eds can help out. right eds? tell mike how he can actually make his girlfriend happy,” gareth says. eddie freezes mid chew for a moment.

  nerves shoot through his body. eddie was not experienced contrary to what the rest of the guys believed. they saw the many girls head home with him after shows and just assumed. if they really paid attention, they’d realize the only thing eddie could describe was a blowjob. because that’s the farthest he’s ever gone, and only once. he’s also to blame for never denying the boy’s assumptions, but it would be too embarrassing to do now.

  you, always being great at understanding eddie and his emotions, noticed his body language. he nervously looked around the table and it clicked. eddie was a virgin. his eyes landed on yours and he felt the air get punched out of his lungs. you knew. goddamnit. 

  you give him a subtle nod, trying to get him not to panic. “uh,” he starts, looking up to mike and then gareth. he clears his throat and straightens up. “no, i'm not going to do that. he’s fourteen guys, really? he doesn’t need to be doing that shit already,” eddie says and you let out an over dramatic sigh.

  “thank you, eddie! god, guys can’t you see you’ve made mike super uncomfortable,” you say in an annoyed tone.

  mike looks over to you and eddie giving you both a nod of appreciation. gareth looks down in embarrassment. “sorry about that mike,” he apologizes.

  “it’s fine,” mike shrugs, turning his attention back to the comic book between him and dustin. eddie looks over to you, stomach churning with nerves that you’d expose him to the guys. you just give him a kind smile and go back to eating your box of raisins.

the topic doesn’t come up again for a week and a half despite it having eddie on edge almost constantly. 

  tonight though, your parents were going into the city to stay in a fancy hotel for their anniversary which would leave you home alone. call it childish but being alone scared you. eddie knew from previous sleepovers how much you hated an empty house, so when you asked him to stay with you he didn’t hesitate to agree. he also could never say no to you. 

  a knock on your front door indicates his arrival and you jump up from your spot on the couch. you swing open the door to reveal the one and only eddie munson. he gives you a bright smile, holding up a bag from the dollar store full of snacks. “got your favorites,” he says as you step to the side.

  you pout slightly, “eds, you didn’t have to do that.” eddie just gives you a shrug as he pushes off his beat up shoes. 

  “i wanted to have a good night with my girl, shoot me,” he says sarcastically as he nudges you with his arm. a bit of warmth spreads through you when he calls you his girl and you turn away to close the door. the second you turn around, he’s throwing his arm over your shoulders and guiding you to the living room. “the golden girls? no, we’re changing this shit,” he grumbles, flopping on the couch. he sets the bag of snacks and drinks on the coffee table, swapping them for the remote.

  you fall next to him, leaning into his side. “but i like this show,” you say.

  eddie wraps his arm around you, beginning to scan the channels. “yeah, i know, but i need something more brain stimulating,” he says, flipping past miami vice. 

  you scoff but let him scan until he lands on a crime show. “surprised you didn’t put in a horror film,” you murmur.

  “not dark enough for that yet,” he dismisses, leaning forward and grabbing a bag of pretzels. he leans back, throwing his socked feet up on the coffee table and pulling you closer. you open the bag for him before setting them on his lap for the both of you to get. “where’d mommy and daddy go this time?” he asks, biting into a pretzel.

  you grab one as well, letting the saltiness cover your tongue. “just into indianapolis, they’re members at that one fancy hotel,” you explain.

  eddie nods in understanding. “a night to fuck all they want, huh?” he chuckles and you slap him in the chest.

  “don’t talk about my parents like that, ugh gross, eds,” you groan and he laughs at you. 

  he just hums and settles further into the couch and you both fall into watching the show. after around thirty minutes the phone begins to ring. you let out a whine of annoyance since you were so comfortable but push yourself up to get it anyway. “why don’t you just let it ring?” eddie raises his brow as you walk to it.

  you give him a look over you shoulder. “what if it’s my parents?” you say pointedly.

  eddie smirks. “let me know if it is so i can start moaning,” he jokes. you give him the finger before disappearing into the kitchen to grab the ringing phone. eddie hears you talking on the phone but doesn’t bother trying to listen in. instead he opens up a pack of m&m’s to pop a few in his mouth.

  the conversation doesn’t last long and you’re back in the living room with a less than impressed look on your face. “not mom and dad?” eddie asks, shoving a few more m&ms in his mouth. 

  you shake your head making your way to him and plopping on the couch. this time you sit sideways, facing eddie. “nope, just nathan,” you say, rolling your eyes before holding out your hand for some m&ms.

  eddie furrows his brow, placing them in your hand. “nathan mccray?” he asks, an imagine of the golfer flashing in his mind. you nod, grabbing a singular m&ms and placing it in your mouth. “why's he calling you?” eddie pushes, partly because he’s just curious, but he also can’t pretend he doesn’t feel the jealousy bubbling inside. 

  “he heard my parents were out of town so he wanted to see if he could come over. god, you hook up with a guy twice and he thinks he owns you,” you grumble, shaking your head.

  eddie’s eyes widen and he chokes on a half eaten m&m. you look at him in alarm, grabbing his shoulder as he coughs. “you’re hooking up with mccray?” he asks, dumbfounded. you give him a slow nod, brows furrowed. “i-i thought you were a virgin, woah, okay,” eddie says, looking to the side and wiping the tears that had formed during his harsh coughing fit.

  you give him a questioning look. “i’ve really never told you the virginity story?” you ask and his eyes widen further as if they could pop out of his head.

  “n-nope,” he stutters and looks away. “so not everyone at our table is… what the fuck?” he asks to himself.

  you purse your lips, wondering if you should even bring it up. it’s been on your mind for over a week now, and you were just so curious. “you’re a virgin, aren’t you, eddie?” you ask quietly.

  alarm bells are ringing through eddie’s body as soon as the word leaves your lips. he stares straight ahead, biting on the inside of his lip as he brings his hand up to cover half his face. “yeah,” he utters, barely a whisper.

  you place a hand on his knee comfortingly. “eds, you really shouldn’t be embarrassed,” you say softly.

  he closes his eyes a takes a breath. “i should though, because all the guys think i get hella girls when really i freak out everytime they come on to me,” he complains, running his hands down his face. 

  your tongue wets your lips as you bunch your brows. “why do you freak out, if you don’t mind me asking?” you push.

  eddie drops his hands dramatically to his lap and huffs. “because i don’t know what to do past making out,” he whines.

  you laugh lightly and shake your head. “obviously not, eddie. you’ve never done it before, why would you know exactly what to do your first time?” you say as he blows a breath from his lips.

  “but everyone thinks i have done it before,” eddie says in a defeated tone. “and now i’ve waited too long,” he adds, looking down at his lap.

  you drum your fingertips on his knee as you think. “can i ask why you haven’t tried to figure it out with someone yet?” you ask after a moment of silence.

  eddie glances up at you before looking back to where he was twirling a frayed edge of his ripped jeans. “i don’t want them to make fun of me… i-i don’t trust them because they only want one night, you know?” he admits insecurely. 

  you frown at his words, feeling sympathy flood your chest. “can i say something?” you say, feeling bold. eddie looks up at you from under his bangs and gives a slow, cautious nod. “you could’ve asked me… i mean, if you trust me,” you throw out and eddie goes rigid in his seat. 

  “huh?”

  your hand retracts from his knee as you begin to mess with your fingers. “i didn’t mean to be weird, i just… i don’t know,” you say, shaking your head in dismissal.

  eddie blinks a few times. “no, no, it’s just… you would want to… with me?” he asks, gesturing dramatically to himself.

  “why is that hard to believe?” you ask curiously. 

  eddie scoffs. “because you’re you, y/n. you’re really pretty and perfect and i… i smoke too much and dress in like the same clothes everyday,” he says.

  you narrow your eyes in more confusion than a threat. “eddie, you know you’re hot, right?” you say.

  eddie blinks, cheeks flushing. “what?” he asks, shocked.

  “oh, come on, eddie, you can’t possibly not know. you’ve got those big brown eyes that show everything, your hair impossibly perfect like all the time, your face is just… it’s so pretty, and then come on. your arms and those hands, to die for. you’re like the perfect height and on top of that you have the best personality out of every man i’ve ever met,” you explain, gradually inching closer. eddie’s face is red and his eyes are wide as he processes all your compliments.

  he blinks once, then twice before looking down to your lips. before you can say something else, he’s crashing his lips onto yours. he grabs the sides of your face, pressing himself as close as he can in your awkward seated position. you let out a small moan at the contact and place one hand on the side of his neck and the other on his thigh. 

  eddie feels a desire inside of him ignite as he tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss by sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. you pull away, eddie letting out a needy whimper before he can process, and shove him back. you quickly clamber onto his lap and attach your lips to his once again.

  his hands find a spot low on your hips quickly as yours rest on his chest, fingernails carefully dragging down. his tongue glides over your lips for access once again and this time you grant it. your tongues slide against each other as you choose to ignore the nudging of his hardening cock against your inner thigh. eddie isn’t able to go much longer before needing a breath. he reluctantly parts from you, taking a deep breath and staring at you with lust-filled eyes. “y/n…?” he questions breathily.

  you give him a reassuring smile when you see the nerves behind his eyes. “yeah?” you ask, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.

  he bites his lip, looking down. “would you uh… would you teach me?” he asks, glancing back up at you.

  “teach you what? how to… have sex?” you ask, trying to confirm.

  eddie blushes again, nervous smile on his face as he lets out a barely there chuckle. “yeah… and how to um, how to eat a girl… out,” he says, inner lip caught between his teeth. you feel a pull deep within your stomach as arousal burns your center. 

“oh, you want to do that?” you ask, ignoring the immediate urge to jump on his offer.

eddie nods eagerly. “please, i-i’ve thought about it for so long. if you’re okay with it, obviously,” he begs, then stopping to make sure you weren’t weirded out. 

you close your eyes, trying to pull yourself together. you get up from his lap, sending him into a slight panic before holding out your hand. “let’s go to my room,” you say, causing eddie’s cheeks to redden further despite you not thinking it was possible. 

  he places his hand in yours, letting you pull him off the couch. you guide him towards the stairs as he follows, nervously stumbling as he stares in slight awe. “i can’t believe this is happening right now,” eddie mumbles to himself as the two of you make your way up the stairs.

  you glance back to him with a flirty smile. “is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you tease, pulling him towards you on the landing.

  eddie squeezes your hand, scanning your face as he lets it set in. “very good thing,” he confirms, mesmerized by your quiet giggle before quite literally dragging him to your room.

  “what can i do to help your nerves?” you ask as you both step into your room. you rest both hands on his biceps, rubbing up and down soothingly.

  eddie’s heart thumps harder at that. you’d always been his super caring best friend, but something about those words cause a foreign feeling to warm his chest. he looks around your room, taking in the familiar four walls. “um, is it okay if we put on some music… it just-,” eddie asks nervously.

  but he isn’t able to finish his sentence without you cutting him off. “-helps you calm down, i know, eds,” you say softly. eddie feels the warmth spread within him as you press a kiss to his cheek. he’s unable to stop himself from grabbing your face and connecting his lips to yours in a kiss of appreciation. you smile into the kiss, but don’t drag it out. you pull away in order to head over to your stereo. after shuffling through your mixtapes, you find the one eddie had made you about a year ago that was a mix of both of your music tastes. once it’s rewinded to the beginning you turn it to a lower volume, just softly serving as background noise. 

  you walk back to eddie and grab both of his hands, guiding him to sit on the edge of your bed. “what are you comfortable starting with?” you ask, sitting next to him. eddie looks at you anxiously before looking back at your intertwined hands. 

“how do you normally start?” he asks shyly. did he really want to know about how you fucked other guys? no. but it’s not like he had a clue what to do. 

you purse your lips, thinking of how you were going to ease eddie into this. “how about we take some clothes off, yeah? get more comfortable?” you suggest. eddie is straight up gnawing on his bottom lip, eyes blown wide with a mix of anticipation and lust. 

flashes of you in nothing but a bra and underwear cloud his imagination, and he can’t help but need to see it. he nods quickly, hands untangling from yours to begin to tug at his shirt. “wait,” you stop him, feeling bad as his excitement falters. “will you let me do it?” you ask.

eddie’s throat runs dry as he processes. “y-yeah,” he stutters, watching your hands reach for the hem off his shirt. you slowly bunch it within your hands and begin to pull. eddie raises his arms for you, letting you completely remove his shirt. you throw it somewhere to the side and your hands fall to his chest.

a small hum leaves your lips as you run your fingers over his tattooed skin. “you are so handsome, eddie,” you say, looking up to meet his eye. it doesn’t last more than a split second before eddie diverts his eyes, the compliment causing his skin to momentarily burn hotter. “here, you want to take mine off?” you ask.

“please,” eddie breathes, hands going to your waist. you give him a final nod of confirmation and he tears your shirt off quickly. “oh, shit,” he mumbles softly, eyes falling to your breasts that were being contained by a baby pink bra. he shifts in his seat, dick hardening at the sight in front of him. you reach out for his hands and then carefully bring them to hover your tits. “can i?” he asks eagerly and you give him a nod. he grabs your tits in his hands, taking in a sharp breath as he squeezes them. 

you let him squeeze and run his fingers along the smooth fabric for a few moments before shifting closer. “you can take my bra off,” you say and the nerves return to his eyes again.  

his hands fall, resting on your sides instead. “is it just a clasp…?” he asks, scanning your tits.

you scoot closer, eddie looking at you cautiously. “yep, it’s in the back so you’ll have to reach around,” you say. eddie’s lip gets sucked into his mouth as he moves his hands to your back. you can feel him shaking against your as his fingers follow the band. “hey,” you say, reaching up and tucking some hair away from his face. his hands freeze as he looks between your eyes. “there’s no reason to be nervous,” you start, holding his face between your hands. “it’s just me, i don’t expect you to be amazing at everything. don’t rush either, we have all night so you just take as long as you need,” you say, resting your forehead against his before giving him a kiss, soft and slow. 

eddie’s eyes shut as he takes a breath, inhaling your scent and kissing you back. he forces himself to relax and not over think. when you do pull away from him, he has to hold back a whine and remember that you’d get there. his fingers find the clasp and he tries pushing it together to get it to release. he huffs in annoyance when he can’t get it, leaning further over you to try and get it. “what the hell,” he mutters, getting frustrated. 

you lean into his chest, letting him see over your shoulder to see the clasp. you place delicate kisses to his chest and they do their job since you feel him relaxing into you. he finally is able to undo the clasp of your bra so you lean back, letting him pull the straps down your arms. the bra is discarded off the side of your bed and eddie’s eyes are trained on your tits, nipples hardening in the cold air. “i’m not just saying this because your fucking boobs are in my face, but you are so beautiful,” he says, glancing up to you. 

you giggle lightly and then lean back on your arms. “go crazy, pretty boy,” you say and eddie wastes no time leaning down to place kisses on your collar bone. “if you want to turn a girl on, most of the time her boobs are a good place to start,” you begin explaining as his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. “it’s different for every girl, but i really like when guys leave hickies on my boobs. to really get me wet though, you should eventually either pinch at or roll my nipples. and only if you want to, suck on them,” you explain, pushing away the embarrassment because you know he wants to be taught this. 

eddie hums in understandment, his kisses trailing down to the tops of your breasts. you watch him with a small smile as he timidly kisses a spot near your cleavage on your left breast over and over. he looks up at you from under his bangs, trying to see if he’d found a good spot. “perfect, you’re doing so good,” you praise, pressing your chest up and further into his mouth. eddie looks back down to your skin, cheeks still aflame and begins sucking right where you’d told him to. 

your eyes close at the feeling, heat traveling down to your core. when eddie finally pulls away, he sees the dark mark he’d left and smiles in triumph. one of his hands disappears from your waist and you watch him reach down and readjust himself. “you want to take your jeans off before we keep going?” you ask.

“but i’m not done with your tits yet,” he complains, leaning back down to start kissing them again. 

you bite your lower lip as you feel the first bits of arousal dampen your folds. “you can take a second to get out of your jeans and then come back to them, baby,” you say. eddie looks up at you for a moment as he pulls away. he looks between you and his pants before nodding. you reach forward, grabbing his handcuff belt and undoing it, watching the way his abdomen clenches under your soft touch. you dip your fingers into his waistline, grazing the coarse hair that makes up his happy trail. a shaky breath leaves his lips when your fingertips ghost over his hard cock.

he curses himself knowing the second he sinks into your warm, wet, and welcoming walls he’ll more than likely bust right there. just sucking on your tits and your words were already getting him going and he was slightly embarrassed. you remove your hands, instead grabbing the sides and tugging. eddie pushes himself to stand, letting you tug his jeans to the floor before stepping out of them. his cock is straining against his boxers and he knows you’re staring. “want your tits again,” he says, going back to his previous position and trying to take your focus off his cock. you give him a smile and move back to where you were before. 

eddie finds another place and begins sucking, ready to leave another bruise. you let him work at his own pace, squeezing your legs together as you became more and more aroused. eddie whined into your skin, a hand traveling up to have his fingers brush over your hardened peak. “like this?” he asked insecurely, slowly rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

you nod, lip lodged between your teeth. he presses a little harder, dick twitching when your eyes fall shut and a quiet moan leaves your lips. “good boy,” you say, back arching to further press your chest into him. 

it’s like his brain short circuits at your praise and he can only feel his cock begging for attention. he lets his head fall forward, timidly licking your nipple in order to distract him from his current struggle. your weight shifts beneath him, as you move one hand to rest on the back on his head. eddie takes your nipple between his lips and begins sucking. a gaspy moan leaves your lips and you grip his hair. “good, fuck, eddie, that feels so good. now take your tongue and use it to flick over my- yes, just like that,” you moan, rubbing your legs together and feeling the wetness spread. 

he eventually pulls away for a moment, just to switch his his fingers and mouth but freezes when a scent hits his nose. he’d never smelt it before and it was faint of musk but also something sweet. he pushed the thought away, continuing his work on your nipples. “whenever you feel comfortable enough to move on, tell me,” you say, wanting him to know he didn’t have to stay sucking on your boobs forever.

little do you know, he would happily continue sucking on your boobs forever. your quiet moans had made his hard on throb, and he tried his hardest to will it away but he knew he couldn’t take much longer without touching himself. he pulls away, wiping his mouth of excess spit. “can i, um, eat your pussy now?” he asks timidly. you twitch, more arousal pooling in your panties at his words. you see him subconsciously reach down and palm himself over his boxers, strained expression on his face. 

you sit up, resting your hand on top of his that was on his cock. he tenses, not even realizing he had been touching himself until then. “you sure you want to do that today? you look tortured, baby. why don’t we focus on making you cum in my pussy today and then worry about that another time?” you suggest. 

eddie feels the precum leak from his tip at your words and his jaw falls slack. “i can cum inside you?” he asks, feeling like that definitely wasn’t normal. he’d been through sex ed, he knew cumming inside could result in something niether of you wanted.

you chuckle at his bewildered expression. “with a condom, eds,” you say and he nods. 

“right, but i-i don’t want to wait for this, please, let me eat you out,” he begs, grabbing your hands. 

you giggle, stroking his hair down as you admire his eyes. “you’re so cute when you beg,” you say and eddie swears he feels his like he could cum then. 

he looks between your eyes, searching. “so, you’ll let me?” he asks eagerly. you shake your head and lean forward and place a kiss to his cheek. you pull away completely, eddie watching you carefully as you crawl up your bed and rest against your pillows.

you lean back, spreading your legs comfortably before looking to eddie. “well, come here,” you chuckle, making grabby hands towards him. eddie makes his way up to you, putting his hand in your awaiting one so you can pull him up between your legs. you pull him so his hands are holding him up on either side of your shoulders. “do you want to know how to tease a bit, or just get right into it?” you ask, squeezing your knees around his hips.

he avoids looking at your lower half, knowing he could easily drop his hips and grind against your core. “i want to do whatever will make you feel the best,” he says seriously. 

“i would’ve made this offer sooner if i knew you were gonna be such a giver,” you joke, running your thumb over his cheek bone. he gives you a smile but you shake your head. “i’m just kidding, but i promise i’ll return the favor another time,” you say.

“you don’t have to do that, you don’t even know if i’m good at it.”

“you will be. now, i’m going to be honest, you’re doing really good, you’ve made me pretty wet. normally, i’d want you to do a lot of teasing, but i’m too anxious and i want you to see how good you’re doing,” you say. 

eddie nods dutifully and begins shifting down. “can i take your shorts off?” he asks and you nod. he makes quick work of pulling them off down and a strangled groan leaves his lips as he notices the dark patch on your white panties. “i did that?” he whispers, looking between your face and your cunt.

you nod, reaching for his hand which he obediently gives you once again. “mhm, touch it, baby, want you to feel what you’ve done,” you say, taking his thumb and pressing it against the wet spot. a moan leaves your lips as eddie presses down, sliding his thumb over the patch and making it grow. 

eddie watches carefully as your juices seep through the fabric, coating his thumb. “woah,” he mumbles, looking at his thumb that was now glistening in your arousal. “do i… do i take them off?” he asks, looking back up to you. 

“if you’re ready,” you say, ignoring the way your pussy clenches in need. eddie hooks his fingers in the side of your panties, taking a few breaths before yanking them down as if to rip off a bandaid. his nose is flooded with the scent from earlier and his eyes close as he inhales. it was the scent of you. 

he scoots down, dropping his body onto the bed as he settles between your bent legs. “now what?” he asks, sort of in a daze as he gazes at your slick folds. 

your hand travels down, figuring you should show him so he better understands. you try to ignore the feeling of his hot breath on your core as you dip your fingers into your pool of arousal. “my vagina, you can use your tongue to fuck me if you want to,” you instruct, circling your entrance before spreading your fingers apart and dragging them up, separating your pussy lips for him. “licking along here feels really nice, it feels best when you do a mix of having your tongue flat and pointed,” you explain, eyes shutting as you get to your clit. “this, right here, c’mere eddie, touch it,” you say and eddie follows your instruction, using his fingers to nudge yours out of the way.

he copies your circling movement, watching you moan lowly. “this is my clit, this is what will really make me cum. licking really fast, lapping almost, will get me there eventually but it feels like heaven when you suck it into your mouth. not constantly though, you need to cycle between all of it. i’ll tell you what’s feeling good and what to do next, okay?” you say. 

“so i can go ahead?” he asks, pulling his fingers from your clit. you nod and he shuffles forward, lightly grabbing the fronts of your thighs as he wrapped his arms around your legs. he leans into you, sticking out his tongue. he looks up to you, lip between your teeth as you wait in anticipation. he flattens his tongue against you before slowly dragging it up. you shudder, falling back into your pillow. 

“again,” you say and eddie follows your demand. he licks up to your clit, flicking it with his tongue before starting over again. you watch him closely as he does, heavy breaths leaving your lips. eddie is so focused on pulling pleasured noises from you that he doesn’t even notice he’s grinding his needy cock into your mattress. “faster,” you breath and eddie does just that. 

he eventually becomes curious and dips his head down, tongue pushing into your dripping hole. “fuck, yes, eddie, good boy,” you moan, reaching down to grab his hair in your hand. eddie moans in response, the vibrations riveting through you. his nose is nudging your clit with every stroke of his tongue, causing a wave of arousal to fall out of you and onto eddie’s tongue. he doesn’t let up, picking up speed as he hears your moans become more frequent and louder. your fingers run through his hair, holding his bangs out of his face. “look at me while you eat me out,” you demand, walls clenching around his tongue. eddie snaps his eyes to yours a moan leaving his own lips again as he sees your bliss filled expression.

his mouth feels good where it is, but it’s holding you at a standstill. “baby,” you say, pulling on eddie’s hair. he hums, licking his lips as he’s pulled away from your pussy. “need you to focus on my clit now, that okay?” 

eddie wastes no time, not even giving you an answer before sucking your clit into his mouth. your head falls back, legs momentarily squeezing his head. eddie feels motivated, suckling your clit harshly. “act like your- mm, making out with my clit,” you say, grinding your pussy into his mouth. eddie does what you say, licking at and closing his lips around your clit. a whimper leaves your lips as you feel the knot of your orgasm begin to tighten. “you’re doing so fucking good, eddie, fuck. so good for me, gonna make me cum,” you moan, hands pulling harshly at his hair. eddie’s hips speed up, unbeknownst to him. “fuckk, use your tongue, baby, fast, really fast,” you moan, pulling him as far into your pussy as you can.

eddie flicks his tongue over your clit quickly, looking up at you. “move to the left just a- oh, shit, eddie,” you cry out, bucking into his mouth. his tongue laps quickly at your clit, his eyes shutting as his body shudders and warmth radiates through him. his licks become heavier against your clit and slow down as eddie’s legs shake. his eyes snap open as he feels cum spurt out of his cock, filling his boxers. choked, surprised moans leave his lips as he speeds his tongue back up. he pushes the embarrassment down, speeding his tongue back up in order to make you cum. “fuck, i’m cumming,” you gasp, thighs squeezing the sides of his head as your hips grind against his face. an abundance of liquid gushes out of your pussy, coating eddie’s chin as you let out gasping moans of his name. 

eddie continues a brutal pace until you’re pushing him away. “so good,” you sigh, looking down at him. “c’mere,” you say, waving him toward you. he cautiously crawls back up to be level with you as you eye your cum glistening on his chin. you bring his lips towards yours, connecting them. you both moan into the kiss and you bring your legs up, wrapping them around eddie’s waist. you use your legs to tug him to you, freezing when you feels his softened cock squish through his messy boxers against your pussy.

you pull away and eddie just mumbles shyly, digging his face into the crook of your neck to hide from you. you drag your fingers soothingly up and down his back as you wait for him to speak up.”i-i came,” he mumbles against your neck.

“i know, baby, i can feel it,” you say softly. 

eddie cringes at that. “m’sorry,” he mutters. you shake your head, moving to kiss the side of his. 

“it’s okay, baby, we can another time,” you reassure him.

eddie pulls out from your neck with a pout. “can you just give me a few minutes… i-i’ll get hard again,” he says.

you frown, stroking his face. “sweetheart, you already came once, we don’t need to push it,” you say softly. 

eddie shakes his head, pouting. “please, y/n, if i’m a virgin for one more day i’m gonna fucking lose it,” he whines. you give him a questioning look. he dips his head down, grabbing your hand with one of his as he nuzzles his nose against yours before kissing your knuckles. “y/n, you offered to teach me, i really want you to be the one to take my virginity and i really want it to be tonight,” he admits, not caring that he sounds desperate. 

you huff. “how can i say no to you?” you say, smile covering your face. eddie quickly presses his mouth to yours, hand not holding yours gripping your hip. he grinds against your bare core, his cum making even more of a mess against him. a grunt leaves his lips as you slip your tongue in his mouth. eddie makes out with you hungrily until his dick is fully hard again. “let’s get you out of these messy boxers, yeah?” you ask breathlessly after feeling his fully hard dick brush against your clit too many times. 

eddie nods, pushing off you. you get up off the bed and he follows, watching intently as you go and grab a rag from your clean laundry. you come back to him, smiling as you press a kiss to his lips. “y/n,” he says, pulling away from your kiss, a new wave of nerves covering him. 

“yeah, babe?” you ask.

“i-i’m nervous,” he says, looking down to your hand that was lingering on his torso. 

you furrow your brows. “do you want to stop?” you ask slowly. 

“no, but i um… i don’t think i’ll be able to last long,” he admits. 

you shrug, teasing your fingers under his waistband. “that’s okay,” you assure him. 

eddie gulps, feeling guilty. “i don’t think i’ll get you to cum again before i do,” he

whispers.

you snap the band of his boxers, grabbing his attention. “i already came, and i don’t care eddie, this is about you,” you say. that foreign feeling from earlier invades eddie’s soul once more and then you’re pulling his boxers down. “oh, fuck, eds,” you observe as his steps out of his boxers. his cock was messy, coated in pearly cum and some stuck in his mess of pubic hair. his tip was red and leaking already and you were amazed at the length of him. “you’ve got such a big, pretty cock,” you coo, swiping your finger through the cum on his shaft. eddie hisses as you touch, mouth dropping as you bring the finger to your mouth, sucking his cum off it. “one day, i’m definitely sucking you off,” you say before carefully wiping him up. edde holds onto you as you do so, wanting to feel close to you. 

he whines when you pull away, but you just gesture to the bed. he follows your lead once more as you grab a condom from your bedside table. “do you know how to put this on?” you ask and he nods.

“i-i’ve practiced,” he admits with red cheeks. 

you smile at him and throw him the package. he was kneeling on the bed, watching as you resumed your previous position. “that’s cute, baby. why don’t you put that on while i make sure i’m ready for you?” you suggest. eddie nods, focusing on properly applying the condom before looking up to see you sinking three of your fingers into your pussy. his eyes are trained on you curling your fingers inside yourself as his cock twitches. “are you ready, eds?” you ask, pulling your fingers from yourself. 

eddie nods, making his way to you. you guide him into a similar position as before making sure he’s doing okay before grabbing him by the base of his cock. eddie bites his lip as his tip nudges your entrance. he watches closely as you push him into you, mesmerized watching your body swallow him almost effortlessly. the feeling of your warm walls had him choking on his breaths as his elbows buckled, dropping him to you. “baby, i-i’m not gonna last,” he whimpered when he finally was all the way inside.

tears stung the corners of his eyes in a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure. you hold his face between your hands and kiss his nose. “that’s okay, just feel it. if you cum in a couple seconds then you do, after a couple more times it won’t happen so fast,” you reassure him. he nods, a few tears falling. you quickly wipe them away, experimentally clenching around him. he shudders, a moan leaving his lips. “pull your hips back, then just start thrusting at a pace that feels good,” you instruct.

eddie pulls his hips back just as you had told him to and then pushes back in, sinking into you. his jaw falls, moan leaving his mouth as the friction causes him to twitch. he pulls back again, falling into a pace based on the beat of the music in the background. “good job, baby, your cock feels so good,” you encourage, feeling him hit you deeper than any one had before. eddie whines, his eyes screwing shut as he tries to hold off his orgasm just a bit. “wanna hear you, tell me how good you feel,” you breathe, becoming breathless from him rocking into you. 

“so good, wanna cum,” eddie moans, opening his eyes to look at you again. his thrusts falter at the look in your eye. “so hot, perfect body, you’re perfect,” he rambles, feeling the knot is his navel ready to snap. 

you see his face straining. “cum for me eddie, cum inside me,” you say and eddie lets out a strangled grunt. 

“i-i’m cumming, fuck, y/n, fuck,” he groans, releasing into the condom. his vision goes white as he weakly works himself through his orgasm, constant quiet moans falling from his lips. when he’s finally back to normal, he nearly collapses on top of you. you rub his back as he catches his breath. 

you place a kiss to the side of his head before he pulls out of you. “feel good?” you ask as he pushes himself up to remove the condom. 

“felt amazing,” he mutters, throwing the condom into your wastepaper basket. you clean him off with the same rag and then pull him into you under your blankets. “thank you… that meant a lot,” he says, wrapping his arm around your waist. 

you shrug and give him a toothy smile. “of course, eds, i’d do anything for you,” you say truthfully. eddie blushes and looks down. 

“i-i know it was probably just for the sex but um… can i kiss you? just one more time?” eddie asks quietly. 

you reach up to his face and pull him to look at you. “it wasn’t just for the sex. you can kiss me whenever you want to,” you say softly. eddie blinks in shock before a huge smile covers his face and he’s leaning in to kiss you. 

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[jadedrrose]

WOW!! im that anon that got rambly and wrote rhat lil thing im glad u liked it that much!! maybe ill post future ones since i have lots of wips and. ill just do that since its also easier to read instead of yknow reading it from an ask lolol - also i hope ur doin good!! (btw ofc your works are DELICIOUS too i love everything u make 😭😭 especially ur law works cause... u write him so well,, waiting on the next part of silent reaver no pressure tho!!)

but uhmm,, about virgin law,, (all the other asks have been amazing so far btw 😤😤) idk if u accept doubles,, but feelin really soft and giddy today so this is more fluffy than smutty- what if soft and tender aftercare,,, warm, lovely, sweet cuddles,,, he looks at u like a little puppy with a cute tiny smile after ur both done and awkwardly requests "uhm... c- can I hug you?" laying there on his side, looking at u with the most vulnerable eyes u've ever seen and he just, looks so adorable like. must hold and pamper him with kisses and praises, must tell how much u love him. mustn't let him go. (I WANNA BITE HIM AND TEAR HIM TO SHREDS affectionately must cuddle AGGRESSIVELY)

Ok so like I said earlier I’d get to answering this!! And Ik nobody else saw it from the ask I posted but your blog theme is so cute!!!! Please post whatever other Law stuff you got bc that other one was SO good!!! <3 Anyway… here’s a lil scenario for this:

Warnings: kinda short but still sweet, a little nsfw but it’s really just them cuddling and being in love. Implied(?) afab reader

The room is hot, air thick after all the things that had just occurred within it. Law’s mind feels clouded, and yet so clear at the same time- he’s completely blown away by the events from just moments ago.

You’re laid against the soft sheets of his bed, naked body glistening under the dim lights. There’s a satisfied smile on your lips, and you look very content. Your legs are barely spread apart, but it’s enough for Law to catch a glimpse of his cum pooling out from you. A mess he’d have to clean soon.

His body is exhausted and numb, you taking his virginity having done a toll on him physically. But contrary, his mind is entirely awake, buzzing with thoughts about how good you felt, how beautiful you looked, and how pretty the noises you’d made -because of him- sounded.

You look so peaceful, and yet, something about your body language indicates you’re wanting something more from Law. He’s never had to perform aftercare before, so Law’s unsure of where to start. But he figures, a hug can’t be a bad place to start with, right?

“Y/n…?”

Your eyes flutter open, and he loves the way you gaze at him just now. “Yes, Law?”

“Can I… h-hug you?” He asks, meekly.

You giggle, shuffling yourself closer to your boyfriend. Wrapping your arms around him, you kiss Law and run a soft hand over his back, soothingly. “Course you can. You don’t even need to ask, baby.”

He nuzzles his face into your neck, goatee brushing against the skin of your shoulder. It’s a pleasant feeling, your body tingling with want once again. Though, you’re too tired to go for a round two, you think.

Law’s arms slither around your body, hugging your waist and pulling you closer to him. He inhales your scent, still able to smell the lingering scent of sex. But then there’s just you, and Law can’t get enough of that.

“I love you,” he whispers, voice small and muffled against the skin of your bare shoulder.

“I love you too, Law,” you tell him, moving the hand that had been on his back tattoo up to his soft raven hair, fingers playing with the locks to soothe him.

Something about the way your bare body is flush against his, still warm from the physical activities, sweat lingering on the both of you. Your plushy chest pushed into his tattooed one, your soft legs wrapping around his long legs, the way he can feel your lips smiling against his upper neck. Law’s completely and utterly obsessed, loving this feeling despite being so tired. Though the doctor in him wants to get up and clean, take care of you and perhaps take a shower even, Law can’t bring himself to disrupt this moment between you and him, wanting to stay here in your loving embrace forever.

The cleaning part of the aftercare can wait until morning, can’t it?

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