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sweetvillainjude · 3 months
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It’s so interesting to me in tfota that the characters with 'bad' reputations, Jude and Cardan, who are known for being antagonistic/defiant/hostile and cruel/wicked respectively, are the ones who have morals for the things that matter – i.e. their loyalty, the way they freed the human slaves, how angry they got seeing taryn/nicasia cry and how ready they were to fight because of it. Whereas the characters with outwardly 'better' reputations, Taryn and Locke, who are known for being sweet/nonaggressive/compliant and charming/the 'nicer one' respectively, are ironically the ones who prove to have poor morals when it matters, i.e. by betraying those who trust them, and showing little regard for things like loyalty and honour.
It's so interesting and for me at least seriously riled me up to read, because for taryn/locke it's like, you act like you're good but you're actually awful, whereas for jude/cardan it's, you act like you're awful but you're actually good.
WILD.
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lazylittledragon · 4 months
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Hello I love your bg3 content and your Dorian is so lovely! Can we get like an alternative reality with Dorian and Ascended Astarion? What would your headcannon be for them? 🙇
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something like this, probably
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mechorrhizae · 10 months
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I had the uncontrollable urge to animate a skeleton breakdancing so here is Harrow animating a skeleton breakdancing
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the-geeky-fangirl · 10 months
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yes i know heartstopper is "cringe" and yes I know you think it's not that deep but you've endured years of cringe oversexualized shows about high schoolers where the gays are delegated to sub plots I'm sure a few hours of queer people being safe and happy and loved won't kill you so please shut the fuck up
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inkskinned · 4 months
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crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.
i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.
in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.
i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.
i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.
plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.
the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.
we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.
i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.
a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.
today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.
loved beyond thinking.
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mayasaura · 1 year
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I don't wanna further hijack that poor poll, but the thing about Harrow's schizophrenia is that it's canon. The author has confirmed it, and shared that it's based on her own experience.
It's a pretty obscure bit of canon, so of course there's no shame in not already knowing, but that's why I'm so obnoxiously persistent about letting people know.
Whatever else is up with Harrow, autism or cptsd or any number of likely headcanons, she is also schizophrenic. I feel like that's too important to be handwaved away as a difference of opinion.
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yuquinzel · 3 months
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from this list of prompts!
“here comes the airplane!” “i can feed myself.” “too bad.”
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“what... are you trying to do?” sae shoots you the look of a raised eyebrow and lips twisted in confusion, eyeing the spoonful of porridge in your hand and the mischievous smile he’s come to adore.
currently he sits on his bed, tucked in all the fluffliest and warmest blankets you could find in his apartment. which weren’t a lot, so he’s also wrapped in his own hoodies. you even made a comment about him looking like deflated baymax — he had glared at you, you laughed even more.
sae doesn’t get sick a lot, and when he does, he’d most likely brush it off as normal cold that would go away on its own or whatever, which is also the reason behind his bad habit of never telling you about the times he is sick.
although you find out anyway, and sae guesses it’s because his manager is working double ways. well, he doesn’t really mind it either. because each time it leads to our current situation — which, although he never has and never will admit — is something he always looks forward to. and if he's being honest, he wouldn’t mind getting sick on purpose for the very reason.
“isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to handfeed you.” you say, in a manner of declaring an obvious fact.
“no, don’t do that.” he deadpans. ( he’s hiding his smile. )
“here comes the airplane!” you ignore him, slowly bringing the spoonful towards him.
“i can feed myself.” although he makes no visible effort to back away, he scrunches his nose. his eye travel to the porridge, then to you and back to the spoonful. he sighs.
“too bad,” you say, and sae isn’t given much choice but to oblige, “i’m gonna do it anyway.”
of course you will.
he rolls his eyes, you peer down at him expectantly, “well??”
“...well what?” his cheeks are puffed out like a hamster. but you would never say that out loud and risk your chances of seeing him like this again. you have to bite back a laugh. although you can’t resist the smile tugging at your lips.
“is it any good?” your smile grows.
“it’s... porridge. is it ever good?” he says dryly.
“yeah, but I’m handfeeding you! doesn’t being taken care of this way by the love of your life sway your heart?” you gasp dramatically, and sae lets out a weak chuckle.
“meh,” he laughs at the way your face drops from grinning like an excited child to that of a serious middle aged man. ( :D to :| )
“fine. then, enjoy it yourself.” you try to hand him the bowl, but he holds down your hands instead.
sae looks at you with a precise gaze, keeping yours on him. it’s serious and unwavering, although to a stark contrast to his cheeks and mouth. both sweetly pouted like that of a child’s. then he parts his lips, slightly so, mirroring your expectant expression from before.
“you’re really going to leave the love of your life by himself when he’s sick?” his eyes shine. a playful chuckle leaves his lips when you roll your eyes.
it’s the side effects of the medicines you’ve been forcing him to take. that must be it. but for now, sae can’t bring himself to give half a damn.
“well, i thought the love of my life didn’t need me to take care of him.” your thumb traces the corner of his mouth, sae bites it playfully. he kisses it just seconds later when you frown.
“i’m actually so sick i could die right now.” he laughs. side effects of the medicines, really.
you roll your eyes at him, bringing the spoonful to him again. “how’s the porridge now?”
“it’s meh,” he says again, ignoring the self assured smirk you wear, “but i’ll work with it.”
“i thought you could feed yourself?” you bring another spoonful to his lips, and he obliges instantly this time.
“i am the love of your life. it’s the least you could do.”
you bite back a laugh at that, sae is a little more unguarded than usual when he’s sick. it’s cute.
“baby”
“yes?”
“baby as in you’re a baby. it’s derogatory.”
it’s his turn to roll his eyes, “yeah, yeah.” he parts his lips once again.
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@luvether saw ur answer on my alt bae here u go I’m dumping my bllk drafts just for u :3
@kyoghurts daddy’s home
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saetoshi · 7 months
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itoshi sae can’t sleep well when you’re gone. he’s too used to the feeling of your warmth next to his on the bed.
he spends his nights lying awake, a frown on his face as he rolls around to your side of the bed. he gets a wink of sleep before his alarm goes off. his brows furrow as he contemplates throwing his phone against the wall. (he never does—he hates the thought of not seeing your face pop up on his lock screen more than going another day without sleep).
his phone buzzes in his hand, an incoherent grumble leaving his lips before he rolls out of bed. he glances at the screen, disappointment bubbling in his chest when he sees the text isn’t yours.
he goes through the motions when you’re gone—his eyes lingering a little too long on your bottle of soap on the shower’s shelves. his hand subconsciously reaches for your shampoo, his heart swelling when the fresh, fruity scent fills his senses. he doesn’t linger for too long when brushing his teeth, his eyes actively avoiding your missing toothbrush.
sae can’t stand going to practice when you’re away. somehow, he gets more irritable than usual. he gets pickier with the passes he gives—even pickier with the way his teammates receive the passes. it’s bad enough that his coach sends him home on days like these. (it’s even worse how his manager lectures him on the way home).
he expects emptiness when he opens the door to his apartment, a sour look on his face. he kicks the door closed, a loud slam echoing through the place, his eyes shut closed as he tries to calm down.
“what’d the door ever do to you?”
his eyes snap open, his head whipping to the side. his annoyance melts away almost immediately—the corners of his eyes softening the longer he looks at that grin on your lips.
“nothing,” he breathes out, kicking off his shoes in a hurry before closing the distance between the two of you.
a smile worms its way onto his lips when you stretch your arms out. he walks into your embrace, hugging you tight until you’re patting his back and telling him you can’t breathe.
he rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes drifting to your suitcase next to the couch. “when did you get back?” he asks, his voice soft.
“not too long ago,” you reply, gently rubbing circles on his upper back. you chuckle when he pecks the crook of your neck, giving him a small squeeze. he huffs, his arms tightening around you before he kisses your clavicle.
“i missed you,” he whispers, the words muffled by the fabric of your shirt.
“i know,” you say, patting his back in a soothing manner, “i missed you too, sae.”
“don’t leave for long ever again,” he adds, pulling back just enough to look at you. he frowns when you laugh, bringing his hand up to flick your forehead.
“i was only gone for a week,” you grumble, rubbing the spot he flicked. your eyes scan his face, your brows furrowing slightly. “you’ve been gone for longer.”
“it’s different,” he murmurs, the tips of his ears flushing. “because we’re on different timezones.” (it makes ignoring the distance easier, he wants to add. but he won’t—not today, anyway).
you sigh, faintly shaking your head. he tsks, pouting as he rests his forehead against yours, “it’s not the same when we’re in the same time, but in different places.”
his hands gently pry yours from his back, the corners of his lips quirking up into the hint of a smile when he laces his fingers through yours. his eyes find yours, a soft hum leaving his lips. “don’t leave for too long ever again,” he repeats, his words hushed.
“it was just a week,” you murmur, your eyes softening in amusement.
“a week too long,” he quips, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. you open your mouth to reply before he cuts you off, “don’t ever leave for too long without me ever again.”
you puff your cheeks, softly sighing before you nod. “okay,” you say, shaking your head when he smiles. he can’t help the laugh that escapes his mouth when you call him a spoiled brat under your breath.
“good,” he says, giving you a quick peck.
“good,” you echo, leaning up to give him a peck in return.
a soft hum leaves your lips, your eyes warm as you gently tug him into the bedroom. (neither of you choose to say something about the way he grabs your suitcase as you drag him away).
he doesn’t complain when you shove him down on the bed, placing his head on your pillow before leaning down to kiss his forehead.
“i’m too old to be tucked into bed,” he says, his eyes following your movements as you pull up the comforter to his chin. (still, he can’t help the grin growing on his lips when you smack his knee).
“just go to sleep,” you say, hoisting your suitcase on his side of the bed to unpack. your eyes flicker to his, a teasing smile on your lips, “you look uglier with those bags under your eyes.”
“i hate you.”
“whatever you say,” you stick your tongue out at him.
“i missed you,” he yawns, his eyes struggling to stay open.
“i missed you too,” you reply, your voice full of affection when you glance at him.
“you better be here when i wake up,” he murmurs, yawning once more as his eyes close. there’s a smile on his lips as he drifts off to sleep, his heart lighter than it’s been for the week.
“i wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”
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nepenthean-sleep · 2 years
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in the hellish alternate universe where tlt is a shitty cishet ya series, the first book is called “a house of bones and blood”. gideon is a cis man and harrow is marketed as a “feminist prince zuko redemption arc”. griddlehark make out during the pool scene but harrow still can’t get over her feelings for palamedes, who explodes later on in the book to save harrow from cytherea. camilla, the Strong Woman Character, breaks down and cries and loses her sense of purpose. in book 2, “a house of spirits and secrets”, cis man ianthe manages to capture harrow’s heart, to the ire of palamedes and gideon’s ghosts, until the end of the book when jod breaks ianthe’s evil spell on harrow. camilla returns to bring harrow to blood of eden, the evil terrorist rebel group that all of jod's lyctors joined. jodybeth is the only canon queer pairing but it’s not confirmed until after they both die in the final book, "a house of love and loyalty". harrow escapes blood of eden and fights off the villainous camilla (who hates harrow out of jealousy for palamedes being in love with harrow and not her), who then tries to kill gideon, who has come back to life completely intact for no reason. jod fights off camilla and then dies to save his son gideon, who then becomes emperor and seamlessly unites the nine houses and blood of eden. the series ends with gideon and harrow's marriage and the birth of their infant son who is set to inherit the entire universe and can already form a perfect kidney. imperialism is never discussed or even recognized by the author. all of the characters are white except judith and camilla. the series is a number one new york times bestseller for three years in a row. it immediately gets greenlit for a netflix series.
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cowleyes · 6 months
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fem blue lock stuff….. this lesbo shit gets #srs 😿
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shiroikabocha · 2 months
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I wonder how many TLT fans know that one of the reasons these guys👆look like this...
... is because those guys👇 look like that
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queenofallimagines · 2 months
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Needy Embarrassing sex with Sae
A/N: Daydreaming about this mans dick what else is new🙄😒 imagining he’s in charge of helping the new manager get accustomed to the team and he can’t help but let his eyes wander
EDIT: MDNI but here’s an audio reference for y’all who not picking up what I’m putting down💕 twitter link 🥰
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- this one gave me butterflies Ngl
- Bc I can hear his voice
- Like I said he’s a lot more Tame than Rin so he does have an occasional soft spot
- ESPECIALLY for cute little things who can’t even remember the name of half the teammates they’re managing
- Since he’s the best of the best coach obviously tells him to whip you into shape
- “Try not to scare this one off”
- “Not my fault you signed off on someone who can’t even fill a water bottle”
- The coach is praying for you fr
- Surprised that you take the initiative to approach him first to ask him about things
- “I mean you ARE the star midfielder right? You probably have a good read on everyone and how they work so asking you would be my best bet.”
- Okay he loves a go getter
- Pleasantly surprised that you’re asking good questions
- “I’m trying to get as much info as possible so this becomes second nature.”
- Gives you a through rundown of the schedule and what time they take breaks
- Obviously he’s a diva so he’s the most demanding
- Giving you a tour around the facilities
- “That’s the locker room. Wouldn’t recommend walking by here between the hours of 4:45 and 6pm”
- “…..I’ll keep that in mind.”
- Finds showing you around not annoying
- Once you get to the dorms he’s listing off everyone’s sleeping habits
- “He won’t wake up before 8:30 am so if you can manage that congratulations”
- He’s been eyeing you this entire time but he can’t help it!
- He’s a hard worker so anyone putting in honest effort into anything especially when it pertains to him catches his eye
- Not his fault you look good taking notes and analyzing your surroundings
- Stands back when showing you the rooms so he can sneak a peek at your ass
- You feel him glaring holes into your back but it’s not for the reason you think
- He’s infamous for being kinda a spoiled brat but he produces amazing results so who’s gunna say something to him??
- Lmao not I said the cat
- You don’t even peep his heated gaze until you bump into him walking backwards
- Turning around quickly to apologize before he can catch an attitude his eyes are quite literally undressing you
- This man’s whole life is sports so ofc he’s gunna find a track suit sexy
- Will play it off like he’s not embarrassed for getting caught
- “Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you’re just now getting star struck.”
- Mans is giggly asf in the back of his head
- He fr ain’t seen someone catch his eye like this in a while
- Logically getting his dick wet right now would be nice
- But also with the new manager on the first day??
- weighing the options in his head and the way you look up at him and go
- “What about you? What do you want from your manager?”
- He threw caution to the wind
- Everyone else is busy with practice and he can make up some lukewarm ass excuse as to why you guys took so long
- Testing the waters by letting one of his hands rest on your lower back
- Mamma ain’t raise no bitch so he’s relieved you immediately return his energy
- He’s not wasting anymore time and pulls you in for a kiss
- Mans is STARVED for intimacy like this so he’s definitely a little more vulnerable
- Like that’s definitely the reason your lips fit so well against his
- Why your body curves into his so nicely when he carries you to his bed
- Yeah that’s definitely it
- Feeling himself get embarrassingly hard so fast he’s feverishly tugging at your sweatpants
- “Let me make you feel good, there you go.”
- The quiver in his voice isn’t missed
- You have a once in a lifetime free pass to tease THE Itoshi Sae
- PLEASE TAKE IT!!
- Grind your hips into his while tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck and he will let out some of the sweetest moans for you
- It really has been a while the way his hands are shaking to pull off his own clothes
- Pull him down to kiss you, distracting him from his current task
- He’s weak for being pushed around a little
- Throws your legs over his shoulders without warning
- The way he’s got your legs spread wide for him and he’s eye level with what he wants has you avoiding eye contact at all costs
- Moving his head between your thighs he’s damn near moaning with his mouth all over you
- Holds your trembling thighs still right beside his ears as he shamelessly moans into your cunt
- “You taste so fucking good, gonna use my fingers.”
- This man has not had pussy I’m so long he’s acting FOOLISH
- If he even took a moment to BREATHE he would be giving you heart eyes
- The way he’s singing praises while sucking your clit and angling his fingers to hit your g-spot all at once
- Man is filthy, and he’s not at all ashamed like he’s grown
- Spitting on your clit before he starts rubbing it with his thumb
- While his mouth and other hand are busy getting as much of your taste as possible
- The type of man to need to lay a towel down no matter WHAT your doing in bed
- Very “wait I didn’t shave” “did I ask all that??” Energy imo
- He’s gunna have you cumming on his sheets anyway so what do all that matter??
- Looks up and sees you covering your face trying to keep your noises down and that shit don’t fly w him
- “Keep covering your face and I’ll tie your hands to the bed.”
- And he’s dead serious too
- Comes up to kiss you not caring if you taste yourself because he wants to feel your lips THAT bad
- The way he refuses to break eye contact only serves to make you more shy because they’re glossed over with desire
- making sure you can’t squirm away from him has he has you cumming on his fingers
- “Feel good?… Yeah? like how i stretch you out? Let me feel you come undone then.”
- Whew IK he talks you through it😫
- “Keep your eyes open.”
- “S-sae I can’t-“
- “You can and you will, pretty thing.”
- Feels your nails digging into your wrists as you clench around his fingers
- “Ah. Almost there? Make a mess f’me.”
- Almost came in his pants watching your eyes roll back
- Since he IS shameless he’ll lick his fingers clean as you’re forced to watch him
- Dramatic as fuck the way he groans about you tasting good
- “Let me watch you play with it.”
- Watching your small fingers curl inside your pussy as you mewl in embarrassment almost has him intoxicated
- Throwing his damn clothes anywhere
- He’s not too stupid to not tease you a little tho
- “If you’re that shy turn around and hide your face in the pillows”
- Nothing is EVER that easy with him
- Cursing and grunting under his breath as he slips it in
- “How about you set the pace. Fuck me how you want”
- Chuckles as you hide your face in the pillows while fucking back into him
- He knows how to put on a performance before all else too
- “Use my cock cmon, make me proud and fuck me good pretty.”
- He’s moaning like a whole ass pornstar head thrown back and everything
- Trying not to move because this is your “punishment” for being all shy
- Can’t help it when you look back at him face clearly burning and whimpering at how embarrassing this is
- Praising you which makes it even MORE embarrassing
- “There you go” “fuck me till I come cmon” “you can do it”
- Like bro SHUT UP😭
- However the way you’re squeezing him tells otherwise
- When he feels you come around him he grits his teeth and says a small sorry in his head before he shoves your face into the mattress
- Feeling you wrapped about him had him fr loosing his mind
- Might skip all of practice just to keep doing this
- “Mhm, you can cum on this dick.. i wanna see it messy."
- Stretches out his words and talks all slow
- He is an Itoshi though unfortunately
- “W-wait Sae, 's too much, you're too fucking big."
- Has you seeing stars like never before
- Clit pincher🗣️ hair puller🗣️
- “Sayin’ it's too much but whining for more? Can't make up your then mind I’ll decide for you.”
- Pushing you deeper into the mattress with his whole body weight
- Grunts and moans RIGHT into your damn ear because you’re squeezing him so might tighter shouldn’t he tell you how good you’re making him feel?
- “At least your cunt knows what she wants, pretty pussy sucking me in and won’t let go. Want me to fill you up that damn bad?”
- Failed to take into account that all he wants to do now is lay down and spoon you while you cockwarm him
- But alas this is the shared dorm and NOT his apartment
- And he has no clue how long y’all been at it
- Helps you clean up while wobbling slightly
- Makes sure there’s no trace of what yall did but the sheets to his bed being in the washing machine
- Nobody thinks nothing bc he’s an upper class brat who needs things to be pristine
- Some people get suspicious when it happens like 5 times a week though….
- He does all his laundry separate so there’s no one to see how your underwear accidentally falls out the pocket of one of his jackets
- Everyone congratulates you on somehow going above and beyond so well that The Sae Itoshi acknowledged you!
- He didn’t think after the first time that looking at your ass you’d be enough to make him embarrassingly hard in public but oh well
- “Continue in my absence I’m going to check if the manager has the new schedule.”
- A few people see red scratches peeking out his jersey but meh probably just the imagination
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whynotimtired · 2 years
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The best part of Will saying he wants forever with Mike so blatantly is that he isn't the one who brought it up, Mike was. In an act of projection he asks "What did you think? That we'd actually get to be together forever? When we're both boys?" and will says yes. He says yes, and Mike immediately regrets it.
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dollwritesarchive · 1 year
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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!prize!reader, dub con, manhandling, rough sex degradation / barou being mean, name calling ( whore, bitch ), all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ my toxic valentine masterlist. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading <; 3
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“Con— gratu— lations!” you spat in between ragged breaths, your brows knit tight together, your features twisted in both pain and unwilling pleasure. each syllable seemed to erupt from your lips, shot out by the force of Barou’s hips pounding into yours from behind. each time, you bite back a hoarse squeak, your feet stomping on the floor. you could feel the grate in his locker imprinting against your cheek the harder he pushed your head against it, his other hand was clasping your wrist— the hand that you’d used previously to attempt to coerce him into a gentler victory celebration now successfully restrained.
Barou was snorting through his flared nostrils, dark eyes wild  with lust and adrenaline, and each time he bucks his powerful hips, he fills you to his hilt, and none too gently. “You don’t seem very excited for me.”
you bite down harshly on your lower lip; his voice was deep and raspy, and the hot puffs of breath on the back of your neck as he fucks you like a feral animal raised your hairs on end.
“I was promised an eager fucktoy,” it was a hiss, as if he were disappointed in your services. however, his body told a completely different story. he was throbbing in your guts, and each time he rams into your depths, you pull yourself forward against the locker. with nowhere to go, you tremble, impaled on him. “Instead, I get a whiny bitch that can barely even take me.”
your hand, the one not balled into a tight fist down and wrenched behind you, pushes flat against the locker, trying to push back against his strength— just to get your face off the harsh, cold metal. “I’m— trying—“ you whimper, indignant. you typically didn’t mind your stay or your contract in Blue Lock; most of the boys were needy, but never hurt you. this was your first time with the beast that was Barou Shoei, and you were blindsided by just how little he cared about your body. he twisted you up into whatever position he desired, like you were nothing but elastic, and fucked you so brutally that you knew you’d be sore for days to come. you could only hope that the next victor would be content with using your mouth instead.  “y—you’re being too rough, that h— hurts!” you felt as though you were being ripped open. with each, greedy thrust, Barou was battering your limit, and he didn’t seem to plan on stopping any time soon.
“‘Cause you keep trying to run from my cock,” Barou  released your wrist and your face simultaneously, both hands clamping against your shoulders to lock you in place. naturally, both of yours follow, nails biting at his forearms. maybe you were just trying to hold on to something as he drilled you with more aggression, as if emphasizing his following point. “I know it hurts, but I wouldn’t have to be so rough if you would just be still and take it, like you’re supposed to.” your calf muscles burned, and that when you realized you were struggling on your tip toes, the velocity of each thrust nearly sweeping you off your feet. “Come on, whore,” he snarls, grinding his teeth, “stick it out for me. Give it up.” you were practically screaming— the shrill moans hardly even sounding like yourself, but you obey. arching your back as tight as it would go, your feet dangled just above the floor as the strength behind his merciless fucking took over. as if you were perched on his lap, his lower half supports your weight so he can pound upwards, and you slammed down to meet him. 
“Fuck!” you cry out, planting your palms on either side of your ass, fingers pressing into the muscle pads of his lower abdomen. like caressing pure steel. if you could just get a moment of reprieve, push yourself up and away from his pistoning hips, you could try to regain some control over your own body. but he was granting none of it. 
his fists grip your waist instead, both hands so massive that you swear he can almost interlace his fingers around you, and he pulls you down harder. “That’s better,” he grunts in approval; the bestial edge to his voice in your ear eliciting a surprised mewl, “now you’re starting to sound like you like it.” 
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