#definitely didn't spend 9 hours on this...

[gremcrackerss]

shnuggles,,,

I love them so dearly,,, the quality is kind of wrecked but that's ok!!

[study-diaries]

How To Study For Longer Hours

These are some of my tips that I used for studying for longer hours during my junior and senior year in high school. I generally studied 4 heavy content subjects and 2 languages. And, yes, i did get good grades.

Studying is a task that requires you to be consistent and driven. That is why, I want to make one thing very clear. This is not a promotion of toxic studying when you feel too tired.

I will start with a simple process that i formed.

Work => Compensation => Repeat.

Quality Matters

By quality I mean. One hour spending time recalling facts and answering questions and filling gaps is better than 5 hours of reviewing notes. Just focus on improving your focus and methods. I call it the "FM Method"

You choose one specific method, and you consistently follow it for a specific period.

Longer Hours Should Not Exceed 5

If you have to study for long hours, don't let it exceed 5 hours. The reason is simple. It's useless, and your body will drain up and use all your energy. I used to study for 9 hours some days in my junior year. Now i study only for 3-4 hours every day. The results? Practically the same. My grades didn't drop but i feel more motivated to study and complete everything.

So, don't extend the hours you study. Make your focus and methods better.

20 Second Breaks

When you complete a topic, small or big. Just close your eyes for 20-30 seconds and lean back on your chair and calm your breathing. Process the information. Let everything sink in. Take out the tension. DO NOT TAKE YOUR PHONE. And then after those 20-30 seconds, just glance through the topic before moving to the next one. So, take 20 second breaks.

Active Studying > Passive Studying

This is the same thing i spoke before. Use active methods of studying. Active recall and filling gaps, visual representation, learning through stories and mnemonics.

Passive studying is when you learn through notes, repeating things over and over again, trying to memorize instead of learning and understanding the concepts.

One hour of active studying is better than 5 hours of passive studying.

Rewards

When you complete an hour or two, give yourself a small reward. But the reward should be as productive as your time spent. If you spent the last two hours studying and then you watch 3 hours of your favourite tv show then that is not a good reward.

A reward should actually compensate, you need you calm your brain, not indulge yourself in instant dopamine hits.

Actual Rest

A reward is different from rest.

Rest is essential for your body. Sleep is the body's soother. You used your brain for hours and if you don't let it rest than definitely it doesn't matter how well you're actually studying. You. Will. Feel. Tired.

Burnout Effect

In one way, burnout is good. Honestly, some people's highest point is 30 mins or an hour. They find burnout creeping in after some time had passed. And that is why, if you want to reach at least two hours of studying. You need to push that limit. Every single time. Try moving 30 mins every week. Your max limit is 1 hour. Then this week, study for 1 hr 30 mins. The next week, study for 2hrs. then 2hr 30 mins. Do it for a few weeks.

If you don't push yourself to the max limit. Then you'll never actually reach your goal.

Consistency

This is an indefinite rule. You want to improve your grades. Do it every day.

Your work ethic and your willingness to stick to habits will determine your success.

Make a "Your" Environment.

This is a very underrated thing; you must have a "you" environment. It doesn't matter what it is. Basically a "you" environment is whenever you're there, you're motivated to do work. It doesn't have to be a place really. Another example would be, whenever i'm on my phone, i'm likely to waste my time doing unnecessary things but whenever i'm on my laptop, i'm automatically in "work" mode. So, for you it might be your study desk or even school sometimes.

(I remember, during the last 2 months in senior year, i used to go to the very corner of my classroom, sit on the ground, face the wall, put my headphones on, placed my bag in front of me as a table and just solve accountancy sums because that place was my "work" environment. Honestly, it looked so weird but whenever i was there, my focus was just amazing)

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Hope This Helps!! :)

[lookahotman]

It is the first

Birthday boy Sylus smut

You have been warned ⚠️ : Submissive Sylus, pegging, sex 😈😈,little little choking, messy, Don't read if you believe that Sylus is a dom daddy.

It's in the MC's POV again. Sorry. Not sorry.

"April 18th."

"What?"

"My Birthday. Didn't you want to know?"

"O-oh yeah. But I didn't expect you to tell something so top secret to somebody so casually."

"You're not just somebody now are you?"

"Fair point."

"Well I have told you when it is, is there a surprise you have planned for me?"

"Uh... That you will get to know on your birthday boss man, there are still a few days to go until the 18th."

"I am looking forward to it."

He is looking forward to it.

Sylus is looking forward to the birthday surprise I planned for him.

Poor Sylus. If only he knew I haven't planned jack shit.

In my defense, I just got to know his actual birthday date, otherwise I was only following up on rumours as to when the notorious Onychinus leader could possibly be born, with everyone just knowing it's in spring, and Luke and Kieran just knowing it's in April.

Thinking about it now I could have always just asked him. Alright. My fault.

However luck was on my side as I landed upon the moments post from Tolan Wildlife park just a few hours outside of Linkon, all the animals post reminded me a lot of Sylus, so I figured: Hey! Why not spend the day here? I didn't it give it a second thought before booking tickets for the both of us and renting a van for the day, even preparing him a Lil S badge in which his chibi version is smiling, and an invitation card in a paw shape, telling him to be ready at 7:00 AM.

We spent the entire day animal watching, feeding capybaras, boating and enjoying quality time underneath the sugar maple trees after being offered free maple syrup coffee because of the birthday boy, Sylus was given numerous 'blessings' from people, animals, it was cute to watch.

At the end of all this I gave him the cake I had made for him along with the card I wrote, singing happy birthday to him and hoping, this moment of peace stays for longer and our bond remains stronger than ever.

"This was my first Birthday celebration. Thank you so much sweetie."

"It won't be the last. I plan to be there celebrate until atleast your 90th birthday." I say while looking up at him, he is practically smiling through his eyes which makes my heart flutter, The Sylus I see is much softer from the Sylus from before. And cuter ,even if he insists otherwise.

"Till my 90? Sweetie, surely you can promise me more than that." He pouts, flicking me on the forehead.

"I said atleast you idiot." I say, pinching his cheek as revenge.

Laughing and giggling, we enter the base. Satisfied with the birthday date and belly full with food and cake (I would never let lil S go hungry), we lazily sit down on his sofa, giving lovely gazes to each other in the comfortable silence, our smiles everpresent.

I break first from the staring contest to look at the clock.

"It's 9 PM, is there anything else you want to do? Sweetie?"

He stiffens up in response to my question and suddenly starts to look everywhere except my eyes, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Contemplating.

Ah. So he does want something.

I can practically read him like an open book at this point. I go closer to him and sit on his lap, patting his chest softly before cupping his cheek so that he looks at me.

"Well? What is it? Tell me Sylus."

"I do want something from you, it's uhm..."

I am trying my best to let him overcome his hesitation but there's one thing about me. And it definitely is that I am so fucking impatient. So I grab him by the chin and squeeze it ,making his lips jut out a bit. 

"Tell me. Whatever you want. I will do it for you."

He lets out a deep sigh and kisses my forehead, only to push me aside and stand up from the sofa to walk towards his room. Fuck. Did I get make him mad somehow? But I literally said I would do anything he wanted.

Pushing the bad thoughts aside I also walk up to his room.

"Hey Sylus are you- Woah."

I am met with the delicious sight of his bare back, although I have seen it numerous times, the back muscles and that tiny slutty waist of his never fails to amaze me.

Hearing me come in he just turns his head to look at me. Doe eyes barely hiding the panic in them. And that doesn't sit right with me.

So I contain the desire to climb him like a fucking tree and approach him, slowly hugging him from behind.

"If you aren't ready to do whatever this thing is.... even if it's your wish you don't have to do it."

"Fuck sweetie I am ready and I do want to do it with you. So badly. I have wanted to for so long. I don't know how you will perceive me after I tell you my wish." He says finally all in one whisper, his hands finding their way to hold my hands that we were on his chest.

"Oh please. Try me. There is nothing, absolutely nothing you could say that will make me see you in a bad light."

I try my best to persuade him. It's his fucking birthday, he deserves to have everything he ever wants and here he is feeling all hot and bothered to just ASK me. He let go of my hands takes a deep breath, then goes to pull something from his drawer. He keeps rummaging through it for a while and before my impatient ass could chime in again, he takes out something thick and long.

Holy fuck.

Oh. My. God.

A Strap on.

A RED DILDO FUCKING STRAPPED. AND LUBE.

"I want to be pegged."

I barely take my eyes off the strap to look at Sylus, who is staring at me nervously, but then I can't help but look back at it again.

Their is a brief silence in the room, I am sorry I am left speechless ok?

Sylus breaks it first.

"You know what let's pretend you never saw this or heard anything I said ok I seriously don't -"

"OH MY GOD SYLUS!"

I don't even hear what he said and jump on him , he effortlessly grabs me by the hips and steadies himself.

"Say it again. What is your wish?"

His breathing quickens, pupils dilating as he looks at me.

"I want you to peg me."

Satisfied I kiss him square on the lips.

"Do you know for how long I have wanted you to say that?" I say giving a soft peck to his lips, unable to resist.

"Do you know how much, I have fantasized about you being under ME for once?" Another peck. Sylus gets more flustered by the second as he takes sharp breaths.

"I..... I thought I told you, to share all your kinks and bedroom fantasies with me. "

"I didn't want you think I am a freak. Besides all our 'sessions' leave me on cloud nine."

That gets a chuckle out of him and he responds with a 'me too.'

Without wasting a second one any more conversations I leap out of his embrace, hitting the floor again as I take the strap from him.

"By the time I come back, I want you stripped of all your clothes and sat on the bed, like a pretty boy, understood?" I say, hooking a finger under his chin, already in the role. His swallows a thick lump before nodding.

"Yes ma'am."

It doesn't take me long to come with the strap on attached on my waist. The dildo proudly standing in all its glory.

"That was quick, I guess you are more eager than I am." I spot Sylus, ever the tease on the centre of the bed, naked legs spread just a little in anticipation and his proud dick also standing rock hard in all its glory.

I slowly climb the bed and get a hold of his feet, dragging him down closer to me. I can hear him audibly flinch at the sudden manhandling (not really) and shy away from my gaze.

"Not you talking about eager. I just told you to lie down and you are hard already." I say grazing the head of his cock with my finger tip, his body convulses and little whine comes out of his mouth and I swear he has never looked cuter. My heart is about to burst at how adorable he is.

"H-hurry up and p-put it in hmph-" I kiss the tip earning a soft gasp from him.

"Chill sweetheart what's the rush? Have you ever done this before?"

"I have... experimented by mys-sELf.... A little.." 

Poor baby keeps trembling underneath me as I leave open mouth kisses from jawline, sharply biting on his collarbone to which he squeals. Damn. I didn't even know he could make such a noise.

Losing all my sanity like how sand leaves one's fingertips I keep kissing him lower, watching, how his blushes from to the tip of his ear till his chest. I take a nipple in my mouth and roll the other in my fingertips, low grunts and moans to be heard below me. I then give the same treatment to the other nipple. 

Sylus, my sylus, he is so perfect, taking everything I give him like an obedient pup, I wish to worship every part of his body, show him just how much love he deserves, it's probably more than anything I could ever give him in this lifetime, I would lay my heart out bare for him if he asked but right now,

Right now all I can do is cherish his body and the trust he has in me with every fibre of my being.

I chuckle lightly as I kiss him lower and reach his stomach.

"W-what's so funny?" He asks me breathlessly as he props himself up with the support of his elbows.

"Nothing. I am just so happy, happy that the beast feels safe enough with me to show his vulnerable belly. So that I get to rub it."

I say as I softly rub his tummy, watch him as he literally melts at the gesture, panting heavily from the earlier kissing and biting. I lean down to his face.

"I am the only one who gets to rub it, right?"

"Yes! Y-you're the only one. Can you stop teasing me now please please please sweetie I need you."

"Oh right! Sorry."

Deciding that he was riled up enough, the precum dripping from his cock a clear indication, I start to lube up the strap, giving him a show as he spreads his legs even more for me to fit in between them all while giving me the puppy eyes, eyebrows furrowed, and mouth swallowing the drool that was about to dribble down his lips. Shame, I would have liked that.

"It would be best to wrap your legs around me cutie." He does as told and puts his hands on either side, gripping the bedsheet tightly.

"Ready?" I ask to which he just nods eagerly. I give him a little kiss on the cheek before entering his hole.

"Haah! A-ah!! S-s ughh..." He moans loudly at the sudden intrusion while I keep peppering kisses on him, telling him it's ok.

I thrust in slowly after he calms down , soon the pain turns into pleasure for him as he demands me to keep going and faster. So bossy even in this position, but I will let it slide since it's his birthday, I would have considered putting a gag on him otherwise.

I thrust deeper and harder and then he lets out a loud groan. Eyes rolling back.

Looks like I have hit the prostate.

I always imagined what Sylus would look like with his brains blown out, but the real thing's even better.

My hands move with a mind of their own to clasp around his neck and squeeze lightly, his eyes go wide and then he whimpers, telling me to not stop, I gratefully oblige.

I keep thrusting in his hole and continue hitting his prostate until he starts panting like a dog, and his voice grows higher in pitch. Completely lost in the sounds he keeps making, I grab his dick and stroke it up and down in a fast pace, lightly flicking just to hear more of his sweet little moans, and he gives me exactly what I want.

"Cum-cumming!" He says, barely able to form words.

"Cum for me baby you're doing so good." I say unable to stop my own heavy breathing as I bite his neck, hard enough for it to bleed as he grabs the bedsheet tight enough for it to rip, and then shoots ropes of cum till it reaches his neck.

We are both left a panting mess as I collapse on his cum coated chest barely caring about the mess.

"Tired?" He asks while being dizzy himself.

"Yeah. Pounding your ass suprisingly took more effort than necessary. I am spent."

"Obviously hard work was to be expected. afteer all, it's my ass."

We both giggle at that.

As Sylus was about to get up to clean us up, I stop him.

"I will do the cleaning, you rest and bath in my love." He just smiles at me softly, his fucked out face adorable as ever.

He just hums in response probably too tired to form words, but that's enough for me as I turn around to get the shower running.

"Oh and one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Happy Birthday, Sylus."

I love him. Sylus :(

Thought I would post on the birthday but procrastinated.

[writer-logbook]

How to get back into writing: a 5-steps guide

As someone who hasn't written anything in a decade, this is what I did to get back into writing seriously.

Identify which archetype of writer fits me better. You may have heard George R.R. Martin saying there are two types of writers: gardeners and architects. Whether you believe in that statement or not isn't relevant per se, but the actual meaning behind that point is that you need to get to know yourself as a writer, how you work, what you need, etc., so you can adapt your environment to achieve your goals. Speaking of which…Gentle reminder : you're a person not a robot. You are allowed to work the way you want to, and not to follow whatever pieces of advice that are linked to these archetypes.

Set a realistic word count/session I can stick to over the long term. When you're a 9-6 office employee, it's not always easy to find time to write and sometime our day at work got the very best of us. Having that in mind, I set my word count up to 200-500 words per session or 1 chapter per week (they're rather small in my case). Gentle reminder : babysteps are better than no-step at all.

If I'm not writing, fine, I'll do some research or anything else. Your story will always require something from you. When I'm not in the mood for writing, there are two options : forcing myself or doing what I call para-writing. For instance it's : reading articles or books about improving my writing style, improving my worldbuilding, drawing a map of my city etc. This are not things that would appear in the novel but it would guide me throughout the process the way a walking-stick would do for an injured man. Gentle reminder : you always find something useful to do but at the end of the day, you still have to write.

Have a general idea of what I want to tell. I won't lie, I've plotted my entire novel from the very beginning to the very end, which means I know exactly what to write and when. If you're against having a defined plot, I'm no one to judge, but having at least the key events or the major points will definitely help you. Like a lighthouse, it will help you navigate through the mists of confusion or hesitation. Gentle reminder : It's better to know where to go even if you end up losing yourself along the journey. Having the map doesn't mean you have to follow it, but rather when you can allow yourself to take a step to the side.

Write something I enjoy. A bit cliché I admit, but it's the best advice I could give. You'll spend hours, days, weeks - even years !- on that story so better buckle up to something you really want to write. Otherwise the risk is to abandon that hard-work you've done halfway through the process. No one needs that frustration and that self-doubting questionnings. No one. Not you. Not even me. Gentle reminder : it's okay to want readers and reviews but I promise you, your writing will be really different on something you trully want to share...Remember how pissful it was to write an essay for class you didn't want to ?

[starsinthesky5]

I was wondering if yail reader and Joe ever fought. Like do the long distance ever get to them? or maybe a photo from the wrong angle sparks some concerns for either of them? Maybe the media stirring things up making them question something (not questioning each other loyalty but u k sometimes things might get in their head and they need reassurance)😩

PSA: you are in love V (coming soon) takes place in May so these blurbs are following that timeline! also i got so carried away this is way longer than needed

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they don't necessarily fight, but they do have disagreements here and there just like any ordinary couple :)

usually over mundane things like...

who left the cap off the toothpaste (it was definitely joe)

whether or not he should be allowed to get the same meal three times in a row (we get it. you're a buff football player but chill on the chicken and rice)

him insisting he doesn’t need sunscreen because he "doesn’t burn" (he does, every time)

her spending hours in the studio when she promised she’d be home by a certain time (she makes up for it by cuddling him to death and clearing out her entire day tomorrow to be with him)

him trying to get her to watch interstellar for the hundredth time when she just wants to watch reality TV

his tendency to throw everything in one bag when they pack for trips

her getting distracted mid-story and never finishing it (drives him crazy. but she get's lost in his starry eyes way too often to count)

him getting way too competitive over Mario Kart and refusing to let her win

him taking her skincare products even though he has his own

who takes up more of the bed (it’s joe. he denies it. she has photo evidence.)

the reason for them not fighting fighting is simple.

great communication.

aka, the foundation for every long-lasting, committed, healthy relationship.

he knew what she needed, and she knew what he needed. they always talked, never hiding anything from each other. no feelings were ignored, no conversations were ever left unfinished. if something was bothering them, they talked about it. if one of them felt off, the other noticed immediately. there was no sweeping things under the rug, no letting tension build up until it exploded.

they were honest, always. brutally, if needed. but never in a way that hurt--only in a way that healed.

because at the end of the day, they weren’t just lovers. they were best friends, too. and best friends don’t let anything stew. best friends work through things together.

and for them, working together was easy as breathing.

--

distance:

the distance can get to them sometimes, but not very often. more so in the beginning of their relationship compared to now since they're 9 months in.

home base is cincinnati for her, and has been for a while now since she moved in with him. and they say home is where the heart is, and god she loved him so much...so wherever he was, that was home.

he is home.

and for 90% of the year, that's in the queen city.

but sometimes she needs to travel to new york, LA, out of the country, and even other cities in the states for work, and joe can't come with her every time due to football or prior commitments. her career takes her quite literally anywhere but it had slowed down over the past 9-ish months given she had been away from the public eye and spending all her time in cincy. she still, however, took a few quiet trips to her previous homes during that initial period in their early days (especially because she didn't officially move in with him until december/january).

**they started dating in july. anniversary is july 31st. she moved in around dec-jan. 'i love you' was said between that time as well--written in YAIL chapter 1**

and when she took those trips, they couldn't help but think about each other every second they were apart. for example, those early september nights (just after their one month anniversary on august 31st).

the season had just started, she was in LA for a secret recording session for her new album, and god...the yearning was off the charts.

flashback

"baby," his voice is thick with sleep, scratchy and sluggish, and she swears she feels it in her bones.

"hi, joey," she whispers, curling deeper into the plush pillows on her bed. his hoodie--her favorite one--hangs loosely over her frame, smelling just like him. it’s not the same, though. nothing ever is when he’s not next to her.

joe sighs, shifting on his pillow, phone propped up in front of him. his eyes are barely open, but he’s still looking at her like she’s the only thing in the world that matters. "this sucks," he mumbles.

her lips twitch, "what sucks?".

"all of it. you being there, me being here, this stupid ass time difference," he grumbles, frustration evident in his voice. "it’s only been three days, and i feel like i’m losing my mind without hearing your laughter echo off the walls. it's way too fucking quiet, i miss seeing you reading your books in that nook by the window, i can't stand eating dinner...alone, and i just miss holding you,".

she breathes out a soft laugh, but god, she feels it too. this gnawing ache in her chest, this empty feeling that lingers no matter how many facetime calls they have, no matter how many texts they send throughout the day. nothing compares to being wrapped up in him, to the feeling of his hands on her skin, his warmth, his scent, his presence.

"i know, joey," she murmurs, her voice softer now. "i miss you so much it hurts,".

joe groans, running a hand down his face. "i hate sleeping without you,".

aw.

"me too," she admits, adjusting the phone slightly so she can see him better. "your side of the bed here is too cold, and your hoodies only do so much. i swear, if i could teleport, i’d be in your arms right now,".

"wish you could, too," he sighs, shifting again. his voice dips a little lower, sleepier but just as sincere. "but you’ll be home soon. and your box is ready for you, princess. reserved, tinted, no cameras, no seats around it--just you watching me do my thing,".

she smiles, blinking up at him. "i know. you’re the sweetest. my precious, thoughtful lover,".

his lips curve just slightly, but his eyes are still heavy, still glassy with exhaustion. "not as sweet as you," he rasps. "you gonna be there next week, right? you promise?".

"of course, joey," she assures him, her heart aching. "i wouldn’t miss it for the world. you know i live for this shit," she giggled, referring to her deep-rooted love for football tracing back to her childhood.

he hums, satisfied. "good." a pause. "need you there, baby. need you home," he mumbles, feeling sleepier and sleepier by the second.

the words knock the breath out of her chest, her throat tightening.

"i need to be home too," she whispers, voice barely audible. "i need you. being here...it's a lot right now. especially going to extra lengths to not be seen. it's exhausting, but i think i'm okay,".

joe blinks at her, lips parting slightly, something soft and helpless flickering in his gaze. then he exhales, shifting so his head is tucked into his pillow, eyes drooping. "you're amazing, Y/N," he mumbles. "you are so strong, you know that? and i'm so fucking proud of you. i promise you that you'll be back with me soon, it'll be like you were never in LA in the first place,".

her heart swells, her fingers curling into his hoodie. "thanks, quarterback," she coos. "you mean the world to me...what you say means so much. you don't even know,".

"i do know," he says while flashing a lazy smike. "because you mean the world to me, too. more than the world. you’re my everything, baby,".

she pauses for a second, letting the meaning behind his words sink into her bones before saying something. but the thing is, she was staring at him for too long...staring at his beautiful eyes for a heartbeat longer than intended, so by the time she regained composure, he was already out like a light. breath slow and even, face relaxed. she watches him for a long moment, memorizing the way he looks, the way he breathes, the way he just exists.

she misses him so much it’s unbearable.

but in a few days, she’ll be home. in his arms. right where she belongs.

end of flashback

--

rumors:

she wasn't oblivious to the fact that she was dating joe burrow. and he wasn't oblivious to the fact that he was dating her. she knew what came along with dating a superstar football player like him--the drama, the rumors, the chaos. and he knew what came along with dating someone like her--the paparazzi, the headlines, the unwanted opinions.

both had big reputations, no doubt. and with those big reputations came watchful eyes. came relentless chatter. it sometimes prevented them from keeping those boundaries and walls up, making them fear that even leaving the door open a smidge would be enough for them to come in and infiltrate their safe space.

it was a struggle for them individually--maintaining that boundary and keeping things tight-lipped regarding their lives. and together? together it was even harder.

it was mostly for him, though. there was never anything on her since she had been away from the public eye for nearly a year. and joe was one of the most private people out there, yet somehow, there was always chatter. a wrong-angled photo, a hand too close to someone else’s in a candid shot, a lingering glance captured mid-conversation. it didn’t take much for the internet to spin a story.

and for him, that happened constantly. downside of being the heartthrob of the NFL, you could say.

and normally, it didn’t get to him. normally, he laughed it off, rolled his eyes, mumbled something about how people would believe anything. but some days, when he was already exhausted, when he was halfway across the country from her, when he missed her so much it made his chest ache--those were the days when the noise crept in. he'd get worried she'd think something, feel something that would make her feel pain. that pain he'd been working so hard to alleviate. the pain instilled within her because of her past.

he wouldn't ever forgive himself if he made her doubt their relationship. ever doubt him.

she, however, was completely unfazed. she saw everything--every suggestive comment from strangers online, every playful, flirty exchange from celebrities who clearly found him attractive--but she never said a word about it. because she knew who he was. and he knew who he was.

he was hers. and he would always come home to her.

that was it. that was all there was to it.

but still, there were nights when he (surprisingly) needed to hear it, when he’d pull her into his arms the second he saw her, pressing his forehead against hers and murmuring, "you know it’s just you, right?".

and she’d just smile, tucking a hand against his jaw, brushing her thumb over his cheek. "of course, baby,".

because there was nothing to question. no space for doubt.

just them.

and that was all because of communication, clarity, and the support they gave one another.

[judespoets]

Hi can u please write a Jobe imagine where the reader keeps giving him stupid nicknames and he acts like he hates it but he lets it slide cause he loves her

nicknames | jobe bellingham

pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: none

category: fluff

a/n: didn’t really have that many ideas for this so it’s shorter, hope it’s alright tho!

You shifted as you slowly opened your eyes, adapting to the bright rays of sunlight peaking through your bedroom window.

You sighed contentedly when you felt the arm around your waist squeezing slightly.

You rolled over to your left, where you were met with the face you knew all too well.

Jobe was in a deep slumber, his brows slightly furrowed and his bottom lip pouting lightly as silent puffs of air were heard from out of his mouth.

You turned your head slightly to look at the clock, which read 9:30. Even though it was Jobe’s off day, you didn’t want to spend it all in bed and you also didn’t want to completely ruin your sleep schedule as Jobe would still have to get up early again tomorrow.

So you decided to wake your sleeping boyfriend by kissing his face sloppily. And when you felt him stir underneath you and he opened his eyes to meet yours, you were content.

“Good morning pookie bear.” You said, grinning from ear to ear. You recently started calling Jobe silly nicknames because you knew he felt super awkward about it and you always made fun about it.

Nicknames in general were super awkward at the start if your relationship. Not because one of you didn't like it, Jobe just made it awkward. 'Babe' or 'Baby' wasn't a problem but Jobe always felt weird calling you anything else. Although now your real name was rather rare but those weird names you gave him were definitely not his favorite.

“Babe, stop that.” He said while his voice was muffled due to his head being buried in the pillow.

“you know i would never do that, my honey pie.” you said laughing, giving Jobe one last kiss and getting up.

You just heard a groan from behind you as you made your way to the kitchen downstairs to start on some breakfast.

After the two of you shared the morning hours eating breakfast and getting ready you were now outside on a little walk. Jobe really thought the nicknames stopped by now, which was not the case at all. Although his complaints did faint slightly.

“Jobe, sweet pea. Come here look!” You shouted towards your boyfriend as you sat on a bench which you found. It was the perfect view over the city.

You felt Jobe sit next to you and putting an arm around your shoulder. “It’s beautiful honeybutt.” He said teasingly.

When you heard him calling you something cringe for the first time, you realize just how awkward it really is. Your eyes widened and your hand flew over your mouth quickly to which your boyfriend just responded with a chuckle.

“See? Now you know how i feel. Will you stop that now?”

You looked at Jobe, your head coming dangerously close to his. “I will never stop honey bunny.” You laughed against his lips.

Jobe turned his head away groaning and putting his head in his hands.

“Don’t act like you secretly love it, babe.” You said, nudging his shoulder.

And let’s be honest, he did.

[futureplayboibunnie]

Aphrodesiacs Pt. 9

Miguel O’Hara x fem!spidey reader 

You and Miguel O’Hara were bitten by the same spider…what could possibly happen?

horny and angsty? yes pls.

NSFW. 18+.

Miguel wasn't lying

He didn't let you leave your apartment for the entire weekend.

You definitely weren't complaining but he wore you out tirelessly for hours on end. He fucked you on every surface, christening each space for his own personal fulfiliment. He bent you over, pressed your knees together, threw you to the floor, sank to his knees- he did everything.

"Tell me you're mine. Scream it for me.”

“Always. I always have been.”

The way you said that stuck with Miguel a lot longer than he was expecting or comfortable with, it rolled off of your sweet tongue with an unbridled ease, like you were meant to say it.

“I always have been.” Miguel frowned as his brain placed further emphasis on what you said.

It started on Friday night and now it's Sunday night, he was half expecting you to kick him out but he was still here...lying in bed with you after an entire weekend of fucking each other senseless. It was the most soul-replenishing and fulfilling weekend he'd ever had. The night was starless, grey, and bleak clouds hung over the sky as if to reflect his mood, straying by the second, the rain flooded and pounded against the curtainless window and his senses. As he glanced over your frame, he saw the New York city skyline bean up yellow and red lights. The rumbling of thunder and the flashes of lightning stopped his thoughts in their tracks as he felt the soft inhale of your breath. Your naked body pressed into the mattress, the white sheets covering you in slivers.

Even when you were sleeping you looked so effortlessly beautiful. Miguel glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside table, it was 2 AM. It was Monday tomorrow. That's when reality set in. His work, the pressure of his job, to control that many people and make sure the multiverse was safe. Miguel frowned at the thought. He wanted to spend the rest of his nights here with you, lying in bed with you and watching you breathe. But he loves being Spiderman, he was attached to what he had to do even if he didn't like it, he was so conditioned to doing his job he never once considered what a normal life could be like after what Gabriella- then you came along, destroying any semblance of peace he had left. You mumbled something unintelligible as you sprawled out even further. Your slender hands slid under the pillow, he kept staring at you like a lovesick fool, filled to the brim with anxiety and desperation as he quietly brooded. He felt like you caught him when he saw your eyelashes flutter. A lazy smile played on your lips. You definitely caught him.

“Go to sleep.” You muttered like you were scolding a small child, opening your eyes fully to see Miguel solemn and brooding.

“Can't.” He clipped, raking a hand through his already messy hair. Your mood changed exactly as he did, you flashed him a concerned look. Miguel always found a way to sabotage himself, to find the bad in every spot he was in and you were tired of it. You leaned down on your elbows, pursing your lips in confusion.

“Talk to me.” You say gently but all Miguel could hear was a sensual deity whispering sweet nothing.

Miguel was conflicted, a surge of sadness washed over and tightened his chest but he was very determined not to show it, his eyebrows creased in determination. Trying hard to keep the front he's manufactured over the course of many brutal and unforgiving years, being cold and distant was the only thing he knew to be even if it was you that was trying to pry it out of him. He couldn't just change overnight, not for you, not for anyone but part of him wanted to be better, to be better for you. Miguel's jaw ticked as he mumbled, attempting to conceal the fact that he wasn't particularly in a talkative mood- but you were nothing but persistent.

“Please?” Your hand went to reach out and lay on his chest but he stopped you before you could even touch him, he gripped your wrist and stared at you, his demeanor drastically changing. His grip was tightening and your eyes widened slightly, confused and concerned.

“Don't.” He said softly but stern enough that you got the message, his eyes were gleaming with a faint hue of red. You cocked an eyebrow at his behavior, after an unforgettable weekend, he was acting like you were a stranger- like all your use to him was sex, He was going to treat you like crap when you got to your normal life again. You frowned at the thought as you snatched your wrist back.

“What happens now?” You whisper woefully, a sad look ashening your beautiful face- the moonlight kissed your features perfectly.

"We go back to strangers, hating each other?” You say bitterly.

“What? No.” He shot you a look mixed with confusion and anger as if what you said was stupid.

“So we don't hate each other anymore, we fucked and we're gonna go back to work and act like nothing happened?”

“'I just- I don't know.” His answer didn't dampen your straying frustration at him, you pursed your lips in anger. mere idea.

“This was a one-time thing? So I'm just gonna go back to fucking other guys?” You raised an eyebrow at him, slightly peeved at the idea.

Miguel was internally devastated that you even thought to mention that, his body stilled with rage at the image of someone else touching you the way he did. It was as if his heart was being strangled by your bare aching fists. He wanted to grab you, flip you over and fuck you until his hips fracture but instead, he stayed brooding in silence, a storm brewing in his head.

Miguel's hand shot out and grabbed your cheeks, squishing them together as his talons dug into your skin slightly, you gave him an unimpressed look as he pulled your body closer to his. “No.” He said harshly, completely dismissing the idea of you going out and hooking up with other people like he had that sort of power over you. “Absolutely not.” Although you were pissed at him right now, your body was feeling entirely different, your pussy throbbed. You adjusted yourself, trying to stifle your arousal but it got ten times worse when your nipples brushed and hardened at the slightest contact of the mattress. Miguel was psychoanalyzing your every move, his gaze didn't soften at all, He liked that you were still in heat, even more so when you were trying to suppress it. You were confused when you saw him get up from the bed and then sit at the foot of it, his back facing you, looking more and more pissed with every passing moment.

"Come here.” he turned his head a fraction, enough for you to see slivers of red in his eye.

"Are you kidding?” You scoffed.

“Do I look like I'm asking?” His voice was mean and cold, a ruthless sharp vibration in your ears. Your body ached at the sound of his voice alone.

You were still bitter as you crossed your arms defensively. You rolled your eyes at him and decided to give into his unexplained whims, you got out of the bed with a huff and walked around it, Your naked body gleamed in the moonlight as you stood in front of him, Miguel's eyes were steely and din, unamused by your constant disrespect, asking the questions he didn't want to think about let alone answer, He hated that you brought up the idea of fucking other people and he hated the way he felt about it. This weekend was pleasure and pain combined- he made you feel euphoric, keeping you at that edge and then pummelling you. It was pain but it was perfect pain. Now you were pissing him off and he wasn't in the mood to be delicate and easy. He wouldn't give you the courtesy of telling you what he was going to do to you, he just wanted to do it.

You bit your lip as you stared down at him, he looked up at you like you were a dirty little whore acting unattainable- how ironic.

Miguel's palms traced over the dip of your waist softly and you pursed your lips slightly, acting unbothered. He hated it. we wanted to shock you, his right hand spanked your ass harshly, the sound ripped through the air and you gasped. You were his helpless little whore. Instead of talking about his feelings, he was gonna fuck it out of himself instead.

“Turn around and sit on my lap.” He demanded coldly, the look in his eyes was one of silent fury, His face sere slashes of rough arousal and boiling anger, Your eyes went from half-lidded annoyance to a bewildered shock, he liked it. you unhinged your jaw to say a smartass remark but he raised his eyebrow and that subdued you immediately, you turned your back to him and sat on his lap.

Your back facing his front, your ass nudging his already hard cock. Before you could even properly adjust, he hooked his hands under your thighs and pulled them up, your legs dangling off of his arms. a breathy moan escaped from your throat and Miguel's lips were pressed against your ear.

“I'm going to fuck you like this and you're gonna shut up and not bitch to me, understand cariño?” His hot breath landed on your ear, goosebumps rising at the shell of it. You hung your head back and it landed on his broad shoulder, moaning already.

“Yes, I understand.” You breathed softly. Miguel lowered your down on his cock, plunging into you and stretching you out until the his fangs licked and bit at your shoulder blade. “Ah- M-Mig-“ He pummelled into you roughly, bouncing you up and down as his fangs bit your shoulder blade.

“Run that fuckin mouth again, mention any other guy you fucked and I'll bully your cunt until you're fuckin sobbing, get the picture?” He groans raggedly, biting into your shoulder, specks of blood seeping out of your skin as he bounces you up and down.

“O-Okay! I get it...” You stuttered out, moaning like a bitch in heat as he plowed into you even harder, your slick running down your thighs. Your hands flew back and tangled in Miguel's hair, pulling hard and rubbing his neck.

“You're clenching so hard querida...my horny little bunny g'na make a mess on my cock over and over and over again.” He mumbled drunkenly in your ear, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. His words shot straight to your aching pussy, sweat dripping down the valley of your tits as Miguel kept manhandling you like a little fuckdoll. The tightening coil in your lower gut snapped as you came, dripping all down his cock and thighs. Throughout this past weekend, Maguel had taken you in any which way but he was way more harsh and pissed this time around. You withstood it all happily. As you clamped down harder Miguel's grip had gotten tighter, bouncing you up and down harder. with that one final thrust and clamp, it didn't take long for him to finish, his hot cum spilling out of you. His groans were your favorite kind of music, it echoed through the chasms of his throat.

But Miguel didn't stop, he kept bouncing you up and down, overstimulating you and fucking you through your Earth-shattering orgasm.

“Miguel- It's spilling out.” You warn meekly but your voice gets lost.

“I don't care. I'll be done with you when I want to be done with you. Now shut up and take it.” He grits between clenched teeth, his jaw setting in anger. He kept going and going, stretching you out, hitting that spot he'd hit so many times in the past two days, spot you never even knew existed before him. You milked him dry and he stilled, sparks lighting under your skin.

Miguel's grip on you softened, letting go of your legs, your feet now settling on the ground, his dick still plugged in you. Both of you were softly panting, your breaths mingling as you leaned your head back on his shoulder, mouth slack and lazy. Both of you were still full of conflicting emotions, but it still wasn't properly released. The passion clouded both of you and it made you feel hazy enough to forget about it during the collision of your bodies, but after as you got a chance to breathe- the thoughts and feelings came back up again. Your hair was wild and messy, your body limp in his arms. Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist as you nested between his legs, he softly kissed the shell of your ear but you weren't buying what he was selling. This sudden act of soft affection after he quite literally fucked you full of anger and pent-up frustration- there was something he wasn't telling you but you were afraid to find out.

An embittered look carved onto your face, and that's when you stood up and got off of him, Miguel raised an eyebrow at what you were doing. Your naked body shimmered as the pale moonlight outside lit you up, you were acting unbothered again and he really fucking hated it. “What are you thinking?” He murmured with restraint, leaning back on his hands.

"Gonna take a shower.” you said softly, but your tone was almost as if you were talking to an acquaintance, not a man you gave your entire body to.

You went into the bathroom of your room, turning the light on and then the shower. Miguel watched you intently as you moved swiftly, closing the door- like you were locking him out. A frown settled on his face. He heard you step into the shower, a faint smell of citrus shampoo traveling through the cracks. Miguel sat with himself for a few minutes and decided that he didn't want to stay here alone. Miguel stood up and opened the bathroom door, steam flowing into the bedroom and circulating at the tips of the ceiling.

The glass casing of the shower made for a perfect view of your slick and wet body. Your hands were doing their work shampooing your hair, your ass looked even more perfect. The soap flowed out of your hair with ease, your fingers squeezing out the excess. you heard a slight shift that made you whip your head around, it was Miguel. “Can I join you?” he says uncharacteristically gently.

“Sure.” You said with a lazy smile. He was pleased that you let him get close to you, he loved being near you any way he could, watching you like a lovesick fool. You looked so natural, so pretty.

Miguel slid open the glass door and stood next to you in the shower, in your element, and for a strange reason Miguel wanted to take care of you. You flashed him a bashful look, throwing your head as a signal for him to get under the stream, he did, letting the water flow to all corners of his body, strands of hair stuck to his forehead, he raked a hand through his hair to slick it back. You were gawking at Miguel, seeing how his muscles tensed under the shower, the water flowing down his abs effortlessly. You blinked up at him dumbly and Miguel caught onto It.

“Mind if I-?” Miguel was acting like a horny teenager, even though he's literally fucked you sideways, in an intimate setting like this- he was nervous. He squeezed some shampoo into his palm and rubbed his hands together, lathering it. You nodded softly, turning your back on him, you were still quite far away though. He didn't like that, Miguel pulled your hair back so you could stumble back a few steps, your ass making contact with his cock. Miguel didn't even let you be surprised about it when he started massaging your scalp. It buzzed your body alive, you hummed appreciatively as his big hands raked through your hair.

“Mmmm...I didn't think you'd ever be domestic.” you say with a raised eyebrow, looking slightly defensive and miguel just huffed.

“I'm not..” His tone was clippy and you didn't like it.

"Yeah..”

You shrug him off and go under the stream, twisting your hair so the soap suds and water drain out of it, you didn't give his the privilege of eye contact. You couldn't deny that you were a little sad that once morning rolled around, he would leave and you would go back to working at HQ, ignoring each other.

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[chrrychills]

i loved you like the sun .

aiden clark « relationship hcs!

•he's so considerate. even if he doesn't show it, he's always checking up on you silently. if there's something wrong, he knows and he makes it his personal mission to make you smile, laugh, or just take your mind off of the situation

•dates are all over the place. most of the time, aiden likes to plan activities. skating, rock climbing, messing around at ungodly hours of the night are all very common dates. other times, though, he's down to stay in.

•lives for sleepovers/movie nights. he loves cuddling up on the couch with some move (it's either garfield or one of the spiderman movies) playing in the background. he has an awful habit of talking during movies, but you can never stay mad at him for long.

•let's you do his makeup/hair. he just likes having you close while you two giggle like schoolgirls at the makeup on his face or the pigtails in his hair. he will leave it on for an embarrassing amount of time, probably until you take it off of him.

•baking dates, but aiden can't bake to save his life. he usually lets you do all the actual baking while he hangs off of you like a koala or tinkers with something on the other side of the kitchen while talking animatedly about some random topic.

•he doesn't admit it, but you stress him out. especially in the phantom realm. if you're as reckless as he is, he's constantly watching over you so you didn't get hurt. if you did? he's losing his mind. internally, of course, but still losing his mind nonetheless. after the ceiling incident, he stays much closer to you.

•your biggest hype man. constantly showering you in compliments, even if you look like you had just dragged yourself through a mile of mud. you'll catch him (shamelessly) staring a lot, too. he just likes to take in your features, memorize the small details that no one notices at first glance.

•likes it when you help him bleach his hair. one, because he doesn't want to do it himself, and two, he gets to spend time with you. if you like to dye your hair, he'd definitely help you, too!

•doesn't like spooning. would rather have you facing him– he likes looking at you. he also moves around a lot in his sleep, so you'll most likely wake up either kicked off the bed or limbs tangled with his.

•drools. it's insane how much of a messy sleeper he is. if he's asleep and you're cuddling, there's a 75% chance he'll drool on you. also a blanket hog. overall– not fun to share a bed with.

•"accidentally" leaving clothes at your house for you to wear. you passingly mention how soft his hoodie is? he's left it on your bed. his reasoning is that he can always buy more; why not let you keep it?

•loves to spoil you. not in the usual way, though. he'll spend his money on trinkets like matching keychains or a stuffed animal that reminded him of you. likes buying you jewelry, too. he thinks it looks pretty.

•is actually so corny. it's embarrassing. will absolutely call you corny nicknames in public just to embarrass you. he thinks it's the funniest thing in the world.

•overall a dork who just loves you a lot. 9/10, he gets a point docked for being a gross sleeper.

[knsecretary]

Fall in Love

trackathlete ony x reader

Warnings: Not proofread, slightly suggestive.

─knsays゛⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ was having very serious ony brainrot and then it didn't help that I went to a jouvert last night and got inspired to write this. hope yall lovies enjoy𖹭𖹭

Onyankopon Kode had a very particular schedule.

At 5:30 a.m. he would be at the stadium or the athlete's gym

At 7:30 a.m. he would be back at his apartment, heating up the breakfast sandwiches he'd frozen several nights ago.

From 9:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. he'd go to the two to three classes he strategically registered for. Then later at 5:00p.m. he'd bore himself with the lecture he did not willingly sign up for.

The nights he reserved himself to stay in the students' library or his apartment's study room. Maybe if he was feeling a bit adventurous, he'd walk to the nearby bar to pick up the stewed oxtails he knew the chef would put away in a take-away box just for him.

Shutting his eyes, he'd do it all over again. And he was perfectly content with it.

Maybe he would spend a Thursday night at the local bar and indulge in the discounted booze that the student body would flock too with a quickness that rivalled electromagnetic speeds.

He'd listen to his friends chat over the weekly events the university held and never grew tired of saying he wasn't in the mood for a fête he was 55% sure he may not enjoy.

"Imma come next time though, trust" and would quirk his lips when Connie rolled his eyes, all too familiar with the routine excuses his friend constantly gave him.

Sometimes his friends would win, or rather, he would concede. Oftentimes when the pounding headache from a midterm paper didn't go away. Or when he would get invited out by someone that fancied him. He wouldn't say no to those things. Stress kills! And Ony loved his youth, even when it was used on the simple life he created the past 3 years.

Tonight was different though. Tonight he was way too close to the stage. So close that he could see the guest artist's detailed outfit. He was even able to grab the free water bottles given out at the wet fête. This was too close for comfort. At least it would've been if he was paying attention to any of those things.

By now he would've checked the time, scoped out for Connie and danced on pretty faces that looked back and grabbed him toward them in the crowd. That- in fact- was how he ended up behind you. It was not the reason why he stayed behind you though. That was entirely his fault. He wouldn't admit that. Not sober and definitely not in the inebriated state was in; when his held felt light and he was a bit more pliant than he would like to be.

Now, it started off as it usually did. He had stationed himself by the bar, indulging in a rum and coke and moving (or rather shoving) past the multitude of other students that had the same goal in mind as he did. The speakers produced a bass that rattled his bones. His clothes were wet and splattered in paint, coating him a multitude of colours that winked in the neon lights from the stage.

He'd gathered himself to stay a bit further from the crowd. Connie had slapped his shoulder and disappeared for the next 2 hours. The grinding of bodies against each other, coupled with the several glasses circulating through his system made Ony feel a lot looser than what his daily inhibitions would allow.

His gaze shifted to you in the crowd, braids held up in a top bun above your head with shorts that left little to the imagination, rising just a bit to let your ass peek out to tease. Especially when you bent over. Your eyes met his and you tilted your head slightly, almost in greeting before walking over to him.

"What's in your cup?" You tip-toed to speak in his ear over the noise of the crowd. "Is it a rum and coke?"

Ony nodded before gesturing to the bar, "I can get one for you if you'd like" A small shake of your head before you plucked the cup out of his hands and sipped the mixture, only breaking eye contact for a short moment to gaze down at the chain that rested on his chest.

The Djs shifted and with that a new song came on,. Right then and there, your hands made way to twirl the gold chain around his neck, brow quirked in a silent invitation, open for him to take.

Onyankopon took his cup from you with little hesitation before pulling you in from your waist, watching the way your hips rolled back on him, a movement he returned eagerly with the now empty cup held between his teeth. He watched in hungry anticipation as you grabbed his shirt from behind for stability, arching and pushing your ass back on him, never breaking eye contact.

Ony would explain that it would be one dance for the night and try to assure himself it was never something that serious- that he'd certainly not be that interested in a woman he'd only known for 3 hours.

That would be if he hadn't followed you to the front of the crowd, right below the stage. It would definitely be before he pulled your hips back to him as you danced together to the slowed beat, bodies never breaking apart from each other. Moreover, it would most certainly be before Connie clapped him on his shoulder in his drunken state with a shit eating grin.

No, it certainly was not that serious, he would rationalise. Even when he watched you put your Instagram handle for him to follow. He didn't even entertain Connie on the walk back to his car. He simply sucked his teeth at the teasing and dropped the conversation right then and there.

He definitely just thought you were interesting. That's why his lip quirked up seeing that you followed him back the next day, right after getting off of practice.

Yes indeed. Onkyankopon Kode had a very particular routine. Though- hypothetically- one small addition wouldn't hurt.

─knsays゛⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ a cute little blurb. #essited

[aurelion-solar]

An Update on Hextech Chests

In the dev update released today, Riot Meddler & Pabro confirmed that Hextech Chests will NOT be returning despite the backlash from players.

"When we initially added them, we wanted to offer additional reward for time spent using something we knew many of you really cared about earning: skins. Over time, though, free chests unintentionally became the primary way to unlock skins and an increasing number of players ended up with substantial skin collections for free. This meant that purchasing skins directly didn't make sense anymore to a lot of players, because they were happy just waiting to get something eventually. That did lead to a great player experience, but it was not sustainable for League in the long term."

This is just insane to me. "Not sustainable"? Hextech chests have been in the game since March 2016 - you'd think Riot would've flagged this sooner, rather than taking almost 9 years to figure out it wasn't sustainable.

They're acting as if it's now a ridiculous concept that players are earning free skins for spending hundreds of hours playing their game. "They were happy just waiting to get something eventually" - you mean they were just playing the game normally as a free-to-play player and not buying skins? Skin shards are completely random, and there are over 1700 skins in the game, so the chances that you actually get the skin you want, or a skin for a champion you play, might not even be that high. Like I definitely wasn't planning on buying Mad Hatter Shaco but that's what I got by rerolling skin shards so it's not like they were losing out on that purchase?

It's just crazy that they admit that it was a great player experience that they have now taken away. Just like the Amazon Prime loot capsules (update: it was actually Amazon who chose not to renew this promotion from March 2024), the League Partner Program skin and chroma giveaways, and the free event pass tokens that you could spend on an event orb, skin border or chroma. Riot didn't mention this aspect, but I suppose with the new Battle Pass, most skins will not be getting an icon, border, and event chroma now. For example, Mythmaker Jhin received an icon and border, possibly because it was a legendary, but Nami and Jarvan IV did not. In the past, all skins in the event skinline would've gotten one.

Not to mention that this vastly reduces the availability of Mythic Essence, as there was a small chance to get it from chests. Now it's only possible to obtain it through their gacha system, meaning all the content in the recently revamped Mythic Shop is even more difficult to get. I thought this was strange because I thought Riot wanted to introduce the gacha system because mythic and prestige skins were becoming more common, so the gacha system would be for ultra-exclusive content. But then they've just made it harder for the average player to obtain mythic/prestige skins, and also the standard tiers of skins.

I could go on and talk about how legendaries have fallen off in quality, possibly to make the more expensive skins seem better in comparison, how the Battle Pass skins are mostly not even 1350 RP skin quality, and how exalted skins are just ultimate skins for ten times the price, and how Sett's exalted skin doesn't fulfil any kind of unique champion fantasy. But I'm too frustrated right now lol

TL;DR - Riot Games' monetisation sucks and they're causing a worse player experience for the average player

[staysdelulus]

hihiii your fics are actually amazing 😭 idk if ur still actively doing any but can u pls do a skz imagine when they're in the middle of getting down and dirty with the reader & the reader suddenly tells them that it hurts

Definitely did not see this a whole 4 months later- But here you go!

Stray Kids Imagine (MDNI) Member will not be named (up to the reader's imagination); member will be referred to by "he" or "him".

Warnings: fem!reader, skz!bf, degrading, rough, oral (fem!receiving), fluff

Asks are open!! I'm back online :)

Word Count: 1973

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"Babe."

You hadn't been paying attention, not really. It wasn't your fault, bundled up in his hoodie, crocheting while watching complications of your boyfriend on stage.

"Hey," you whisper, smiling softly, a yawn escaping your lips. He smiled back at you, moving closer to gently grab your yarn, putting it aside.

"Y/n," he says quietly, suddenly looking serious. "I've been thinking, you know. About us. I just... I wanted to know if you were saving yourself. For marriage, or-"

He breaks off, cheeks reddening in embarrassment as your own tinged pink with surprise. Giggling softly, you shake your head. "Oh, no, no. I just... I wasn't sure... I mean, I've never done anything before, so... you know."

He just nods, his eyes thoughtful before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I know, baby. I love you, yeah? I won't do anything you don't want to do."

And he kept his promise. Just like he always did. That night was your first time, losing your virginity to the man you loved most. Stretching our your walls, legs wrapping around his torso desperately as soft cries spilled from your lips.

You were... exquisite. Someone he loved more than life itself.

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And then came the trip. You had told yourself you would be fine. It was just a week, for some promotion or something. A few days to relax in the city, attend the event, and come back. He had promised to text and call you, to send pictures of everything he knew you would love. To buy and shower you with gifts.

He had done just that, spending hours on the phone with you, even if it was in the middle of the night for him. It didn't matter as long as it was with you.

Everything with him was great. To put it bluntly, nevertheless embarrassing... the sex was great. Fuck. His fingers, the way they easily curled deep into you, the way his teeth would nip at your skin. It wasn't hard to feel that familiar ache in your core, that familiar wetness pooling in your panties.

To him, you were the embodiment of purity. Innocence.

And tonight... It was the night before he would come back. Still quite early at 9:00PM. You had retired to bed early, ready to wake up at the first light of dawn and greet him at the door. After all, you were sure fans would be mobbing the airport.

But as you sniffled, your body trembling with a sudden- sudden need, you couldn't stop yourself. The pillow you were hugging shifted between your legs, your hips moving softly as your teeth tugged at your lower lip.

You whimper, gasping at the thrill of pleasure that runs through you, when-

"SURPRISE!"

You gasp, eyes flying open and fixing on the door. He was back early. As your eyes caught his, his own darkened, a mixture of emotions suddenly flashing through his face.

He immediately strided over, grabbing the pillow and tossing to the floor as he snarled softly. "Y/n. What the fuck are you doing?"

Your lips tremble at his words, eyes wide. "I was- I missed- I just-"

He doesn't let you continue, though, his words sharp as he snaps. "Fuck, Y/n. I'm supposed to be the one who gives you pleasure, babe. You can't- You don't get to touch yourself like this, Y/n. You don't get to seek out pleasure without me. I'm the only one who gets to see you like this, the only one who gets to make you feel like this. Do you understand me?"

You only nod meekly, but he's not done. Far from it. "I came home early to surprise you. To worship you, to love you, to fucking devour you. And instead, I find you here, touching what's MINE. Touching yourself like some cheap little slut."

As you swallow back a cry, his eyes narrow, his tone deadly soft. "I should punish you for this. I should put you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit right for a week."

He had never been rough like this before. Never even hoped to suggest it. But now? He was too far in. His hands find your shorts, pulling them off before tearing apart your panties, your core slick and sheened with the need to be pleasured.

He grabs you, bending you over his knee, his own cock throbbing in his jeans."Fuck, look at you," he snarled, his voice rough with a mixture of anger and lust. "So fucking wet, so desperate for it. You really are just a needy little slut, aren't you?"

You cry out as he smacks you, tears blurring your vision as his words wash over you. A mixture of shame and need. Slap after slap, your bottom growing redder with each second.

"Count them," he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. "Count each one, like the good little slut you are. Let me know how many times you need to be punished for touching what's mine."

His hand came down again, and he growled out the words, his voice dripping with a dark, twisted lust.

"This is what you get for being a greedy, disobedient little whore. This is what happens when you try to take your pleasure without me."

"Please, s-stop," you cry out, your eyes blurred. But he doesn't, continuing his relentless assault before turning you onto the bed.

As your back presses against the cool sheets, he spreads your thighs, pushing your legs up to reveal your core, open and pulsing, waiting for him.

"Fuck, look at this greedy cunt," he snarled, his voice rough and ragged with lust. "So fucking wet and ready. You really are just a set of holes for me to use as I please."

He buried his face between your legs before you could respond, his mouth latching onto your sex like a man starved. He sucked and licked and devoured you with a ferocity that stole your breath, his tongue delving deep into your folds to taste your essence.

He fucked you with his tongue, plunging it in and out of your clenching channel as he sucked hard on your clit, growling against your sensitive flesh. His hands gripped your thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he held you open, keeping you spread wide and exposed for his oral assault.

As he pleasured you, he ground his denim-clad erection against the bed, the hard ridge of his cock throbbing and twitching with each desperate buck of his hips. It was clear how turned on he was, how much punishing and dominating you aroused him.

Your hands curled in his hair, trying to tug him off as you cried. He only growled, nipping at your inner thigh hard before continuing to eat you out. But when you tug again, he snaps.

"BAD GIRL!" he roared, his eyes blazing with anger. "Did I say you could stop? Did I say you could pull me away?"

He released one of your wrists to grip your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheek hard enough to bruise. He forced your head to the side, exposing the vulnerable column of your throat, attacking it with sharp, stinging bites.

"You don't get to tell me no," he growled against your skin, his voice rough and menacing. "You don't get to pull me away when I'm punishing you. I decide when this is over, not you."

To emphasize his point, he bit down hard on the junction of your neck and shoulder, sucking a dark bruise into your skin. His other hand slid down your body, grip your hip hard enough to leave finger-shaped marks.

"This is your punishment," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "This is what you get for being a disobedient little slut. You're going to take it, every last second of it, until I'm satisfied."

He frees his length, cock springing as his pants lay on the ground. As he pushes into you, you whimper. "H-Hurts- [H/n], it h-hurts-"

Sobs tear from your throat, growing louder with each passing second. Tears spilling down your face. For the first time, you felt the need to use it. "R-Red, [H/n], red- red! Red!"

He pulls away immediately, eyes wide. "Baby, Y/n- What-"

As you cry, body curling in on yourself, he feels his heart sink. Of course. Of course you scared her, you fucking- bastard. She's barely had an experience and here you are calling her a slut.

He stays quiet for a moment before speaking. "Can I hold you, baby? It's okay if you don't-"

His voice cracks slightly, the pain of the guilt weighing on his heart heavily. When you nod, sniffling, back to him, he gently wraps his own body around you, holding you loosely so you didn't feel suffocated. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. Okay? I need you to know that. I did NOT mean to hurt you in any way with my body or my words."

He holds you, letting you turn to him as you cry into his chest. "H-Hurts," you manage to repeat.

"I know, baby. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Y/n. Tell me where it hurts? Please? Let me fix it. Let me make it better," he whispers.

His heart sinks further as you point to your chest. Your heart. The marks he had left, down there. He kisses each of those places, ready to pull away if you needed him to.

As your trembling body slowly stops quivering, he gently rolls you on your back. "Is this okay, baby?"

You nod, your eyes wide. "Just wanted you to be g-gentle. Just-"

As your breath hitches, breaking off slightly, he presses a kiss to your lips. "Shh, baby. I'll be slow, yeah? So slow. And you tell me if you need me to stop. Tell me to stop, and I'll stop immediately."

And with that, he enters you again. Slowly. Inch by inch. Waiting for you to nod, to say yes. To tell him you wanted him to continue. As his hips rocked slowly, thrusting in deep and pulling out all the way before burying himself there again.

He talks you through it, his voice rough with emotion. "Fuck, Y/n. You're beautiful, yeah? You feel so amazing, you feel like- like- fuck. Feel it, baby? Feel the way I'm burying myself in you, yeah? Feel the way your walls are clenching me, hm? So tight. So perfect, babe. Like you were fucking made for me."

With each word, you only let out louder cries. Louder moans. Climbing closer and closer to the edge. Encouraged, his hand delves down between your legs, thumb rubbing your clit furiously.

"Come for me, Y/n," he breathes, words raspy in his throat. "Fuck, Y/n-"

You come. Hard.

He continues to fuck himself deep into you, chasing his own release as he cries out. "Fuck- Y/n- Good girl- Shit-"

You squirt at his words. And he comes right there.

Without another word, he collapses besides you, gathering you in his arms. He lets you catch your breath, his own chest heaving. And when your legs stop trembling, he scoops you into his arms, bringing you into the bathroom.

He cleans you up that night, his touch gentle. Towels soft as he dries you off, dressing you in his clothes. "Get some rest, baby. I'll be here as you fall asleep, and I'll be here when you wake up, yeah?"

"I love you," you mumble sleepily, eyes drooping from exhaustion.

He chuckles, kissing you gently. "I love you, Y/n."

"Mm," you whisper. "And maybe we'll try out those other kinks of yours."

He gasps softly, eyes wide as you finally succumb to sleep. Well, fuck me, Y/n.

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A/n: So sorry it took SO, SO long for me to do this ask, thank you for your patience :D <33

[triptuckers]

can you write headcanons for percy x child of zeus? (if you’re comfortable with that) i always imagine they’d have such a funny dynamic esp with zeus in the mix, the perfect clash of sky & sea

hiii yes ofc!!

I feel like a child of zeus would have a very short tempter and often get into trouble because of it

but percy would be one of the few people the only one to be able to calm you down

he's prevented a lot of fights because of it

you'd be drawn to the storms so you often go outside during one

obviously you're not scared of the thunder or the lightning

percy would be there to make sure you didn't get soaking wet

(perks of being poseidon's kid)

and it would be especially nice because none of the other campers would willingly go outside in a storm

you'd sit near the lake and watch lightning strike the surface in the distance

you'd definitely try to combine your powers with percy's

9/10 times it doesn't end that well so eventually chiron has to forbid you from doing it unless someone is in immediate danger

(doesn't stop you from doing it though)

in the beginning most of the kids at camp were a bit hesitant around you

you thought it had something to do with the fact your dad is one of the big three

but then you noticed they didn't treat percy the same way

so you figured out it was just because zeus is your dad

when percy found out he was furious

telling people there was no way you'd treat people the same way zeus treated them

after that people eased up around you

some kids were still a bit hesitant though

which was to be expected when a child of zeus is dating a child of poseidon, your powers combined are just powerful

you and percy train together a lot

because you're pretty evenly matched, neither of you has to hold back

you'd often train for hours, getting a lot of energy and adrenaline out of it

then you'd end up at the lake again

you'd lay on your backs and look up at the sky

telling percy about the sky and the clouds

which clouds indicate rain, storm, etc

percy just loves listening to you talk about the sky

and in turn he tells you about the sea

after spending almost all of your time around each other

you just become two halves of the same coin

wherever one of you goes, the other one usually follows

you complete each other

[rosegoldenatlas]

Dear all fans of Joel Smallishbeans, here is your weekly reminder that C!Joel is definitely a fae who is desperately trying to learn how to lie to fit in with everyone else.

Reasoning/evidence:

Look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn't give dragonfly vibes

He pulls tricks a lot! You know what else does that??? Fae!

He's a bad liar, fae trait.

He's a smol boy

His character traits change in fandom and canon spaces to match with the biome or habitat he's in. Body changing to fit nature?? Nature fae moment.

He has pulled so many people so fast, you know what creature is known to be inhumanly beautiful and charismatic? That's right. Fae.

Pretending to be a god is such a faerie move.

In esmp s2 he was the one to make Jimmy a sentient toy and convinced the entire server to play along. Fae curse also fae move.

Esmp s1 he was unaffected by Xornoth's magic, I dunno about you but that sounds like fae bullshit to me :/

Esmp s1 again, he worshipped a MOTHER TREE that BROUGHT LIFE to HIM AND HIS ENTIRE AREA. If you need a reminder, FAE ARE BORN OF PLANTS 9 TIMES OUT OF 10 AND FIERCELY PROTECT NATURE SURROUNDING THEM.

Esmp s1 again, He brought nature an plants into a mesa. Like c'mon man. He's a fae.

Esmp s1 again again, he hated Scott, a canon faerie from what I assume to be the winter court? (Judging by Rivendell) Joel would probably be from the summer court. Obviously as both are on two ends of the extremes they wouldn't clash very well.

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Fae Joel lore and my 'evidence' aka fuck you he's a fae.

Joel is a summer court fae! Which also means he is Seelie. My reasoning for this is a combination of two things: personality traits and aesthetic

For personality he aligns with a lot of the Summer fae traits, he is kind and more benevolent than a fae from the Unseelie courts but is still capable of a lot more cruelty than the spring court. Fae of the summer court usually are rather frivolous and hotheaded. They hold politeness and manners highly but not as high as say the spring court. Fae from the summer court are more willing to cut losses and not force life. (Ex if the see a dying animal they would be quicker to put it out of its misery and feed it to another animal rather than spent long hours of trying to save it. They acknowledge death as a part of life and see more of the negative side of things but still choose to focus of positive aspects. Summer fae tend to lead a more arrogant and hedonistic lifestyle but do not enjoy pleasure at the expense of another happiness. They are more willing to spend time helping another than themselves.

As for aesthetic: Summer court colors are Forrest greens of healthy plants and rich golds an oranges of the sun, they also lean towards richer pinks and reds than spring fae. So you know, Mezalea, Stratos, his normal green?

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Headcanons to go with Fae!Joel

-Joel is definitely a fae who will spend decades learning how to lie like other creatures. He's still terrible at it because fae can't lie, but he has spent so much of his life around humans and other creatures able to lie that he has the capacity for sarcasm and white lies. He's still working on real lying though (see: Secret Life smp)

-He is immortal until proven otherwise.

-He's a dragonfly based fae with wings and antennae to match

-When Scott killed him in third life he definitely damaged Joel's wings and Joel wasn't able to heal them until he was off server. So he didn't really like him.

[pyramid-of-starrs]

10 from your kinktober list please! 🥰🥰

Plan B

Kinktober request: 10 Fuckboy Mingi, Breeding

Pairing: Fuckboy Mingi x Fem reader

Summary: You and your best friend Hongjoong go to Wooyoungs annual Halloween party, when you're alone you spot your ex and run into a new person instead.

Word Count: 5K

Kink: Breeding kink

Warning: Breeding, toxic guy behavior, plan B mentioned.

A/N: Idk why I made this super long but enjoy lol, I wanna finish up my kinktober request!

Minors dni

"'Scuse me, what kinda candy is in that box? My mommy says I can pick whatever candy for da trick or treaters!" A cute little girl dressed as a princess asked you. You looked down at her slightly startled by her when she tugged your jacket. You stood awkwardly and looked at her and back at the small blue box in your hand, and it definitely wasn't candy, it was a plan B.

"O-oh no... um it's a special adult candy you take after an oopsie with a boy they should have never oopsied with." You said, why on earth didn't you just say no? Your brain was just scrambled after the party from last, while it was amazing there was absolutely some mistakes made in the process of living your best life.

...

You got a text from your best friend Hongjoong about making sure to be ready by 10pm so he could pick you up to go to Wooyoungs annual Halloween party, the best party of the year everyone at your college raved about it. This year you wanted to be sexy but cool and chose to be D.va from overwatch, the bodycon spandex suit showing off your perfect ass and plump breast, you were bound to catch someone’s eye. Your phone rang at 9:43pm and you answered knowing exactly who it was. "I'm coming out now." You said then hung up, you grabbed your jacket and put on your boots and met Hongjoong at his car and got in the front. Once inside you saw him dressed a simple vampire.

"What the fuck Joong, I thought we were being sexy and cool." You said taking off your bunny ears so you could comfortably fit in the car.

"Vampires are sexy and cool, what the hell even is your costume?" he asked as he pulled off.

"I'm D.va from overwatch, thank you." You rolled your eyes.

"What the hell is overwatch??" His eyes darting around in confusion.

"Whatever it doesn't matter if you recognize me, as long as the hoes get it."

"Oh god here we go again with this hoes thing, you've been saying you were going to do a one-night stand with someone and never do cause you're still all hung up over Jongh-"

"HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED." You interrupted him and said, you didn't want to spend another one of your nights sad about your ex Jongho.

"Fine, we're here anyways." Hongjoong parked a bit away from the packed party, you two exited the car and walked to the house party ready for an eventful night. Once inside you paid the entry fee and looked around to see everyone in their costumes and having fun drinking, dancing, smoking and socializing.

"Hongjoong, Y/N, you made it! " A familiar voice said, you both looked over to see the man of the hour Wooyoung dressed as a very sexy Harry potter, fuck if Hongjoong didn't make you follow his new dumb rule of not being allowed to date his friends after the break up with Jongho you would have fucked Wooyoung right then and there. He patted Hongjoongs back and hugged you leaving a pleasant smell of his cologne in the air, his eyes traveled up and down your body. "Lemme guess, D.va? Overwatch?”

Your face got hot, and you felt a bit shy under his gaze. “Yeah, do you play?”

“Kinda, my bro San plays more than me but if hot girls like yourself like you or online then I’ll absolutely be getting on more often” he said winking at you. Hongjoong looked at you two and noticed the tension and rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

“Yeah, anyways bro we’re going to grab a drink.” Hongjoong started pulling you away and Wooyoung giggled and waved.

“Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Wooyoung” you gave him a goofy little smile and continued to be pulled to the kitchen.

“Remember the fucking Rule Y/N! I want friends that have never seen you naked.” He pulled you two in front of the punch bowl of jungle juice and started making you both a cup of the mix of liquor and juice.

“I know Hongjoong I know.” You took the cup from him and started to drink with him you both pulled the cup from your lips and made a face.

“Jesus fucking Christ is that just sugar and liquor” Hongjoong said as his face was still twisted you both laughed.

Another person laughed and you both looked up to see Seonghwa dressed as Tom Nook from animal crossing.

“Hwa hey!” You walked over to hug him.

Hongjoong just smiled a bit and waved. Seonghwa was Wooyoungs friend from high school that you and Hongjoong met a few times and Hongjoong had the hugest crush on him. You smirked at him averting his eyes and his ears turning red.

“You too look adorable by the way.” Seonghwa said after hugging you back.

“Thank you Hwa, I think Hongjoong makes a very handsome Vampire, amiright?” You looked over at him shooting you daggers.

“Oh absolutely, you look really good in a cape Joong.” He smiled at the shorter male.

Hongjoong averted his eyes again and rubbed his neck. “Ah, thanks you look nice too…”

“I hope I don’t look nice enough to bite.” Seonghwa bit his lip then looked up at Hongjoong while taking a sip of his drink. You had a cocky grin because you’ve been trying to get Hongjoong to make a move. Hongjoong awkwardly laughed and you covered your face with your cup to hide your 2nd hand embarrassment.

“Well, I’m gonna go scout the scene.” You said trying to be anywhere but there and to give them some space.

“Oh, I’ll come with-“

“No! I gotta be alone to find the cute guys Joong, you’ll scare the hoes” you and Seonghwa laughed, and you walked away and deeper into the party. As you scoped the scene you noticed a pretty good variety of guys but no one that caught your eyes. But then your heart dropped at the worse possible scenario when you reached the back rooms. In the sea of people, you saw a purple head of hair that made your chest puff in and out with anxiety, why him and why here? There Jongho was dressed in his normal clothes with bear ears, he wasn't big on dressing up for Halloween or parties so to seem him standing in the corner with his arm around the waist of another girl. Your heart pounded and your breath was short, you wanted to escape him, wanted to escape this room, escape feeling sad and crying about him. Watching him flirt and touch girls hurt you a bit. You bit your lip to hold back the tears but started to fail. Jongho looked up from his conversation to see you fighting back your emotions and stealing glances of him. He told the girl to give him a second and started making his way over to you. You panicked seeing him coming and quickly wiped your eyes and ran out the room.

You pushed pass the party goers just looking for somewhere to go, you went upstairs into one of the bedrooms and quickly slammed the door. You back away looking at the door hoping that he didn't find you then you bump into something. When you turned around you jumped seeing you didn't bump into something you bumped into someone.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, is this your room ?" you said apologetically.

The tall silent man dressed as Gojo from jujitsu kaisen just stood there and chuckled.

"You're good, yeah this is my room, did you need something? You know you're pretty far from the party, I even turned my light off so no one would find me." The man said.

Now that you checked your surroundings you realized the bedroom was dark and only lit by the moonlight outside, the party music could barely be heard since the room was in the back of the house. Once you finished scanning the surroundings you finally get a good look at the man whose room you invaded. You got a bit shy when your eyes panned up his tall frame to notice the fairly handsome man with grey hair and black glasses sitting on his forehead to complete his cosplay.

"I hope you're staring because I look good and not because you think I look lame." he said shaking you out of your thought.

"No! You look good, like really good, you're Gojo right?" you asked.

"Oh, I love a woman that knows her anime, and video games." His eyes traced over your figure as he studied your costume along with the way the cosplay hugged your body in all the right places. "Yeah, you'll absolutely do for the night." he whispered to himself lowly. "So, what brings you up to my room?"

"Well, it's kinda dumb but I was running... from my ex." you said embarrassed now that you heard how ridiculous that sounded.

"Damn I get that, I'm Mingi by the way." Mingi said reaching out his hand.

"I'm Y/N" You shook his large hand.

“I was just about to head down but since I have someone with me now you wanna stay in chill with me? I got some real liquor here." He smiled slyly then took a seat on his slightly messy bed he reached next to him and grabbed the bottle of tequila sitting next to his bed, your heart thumped a bit but then you remembered you were here with someone.

"I think I have to check on my friend though, let me text them to see where he is." you pulled out your phone to text Hongjoong then realized he actually texted you 10 minutes ago.

Hongjoong: Hey, Seonghwa wanted to see my studio I built so I took him. Tell Woo to give you a ride home and don't fuck him. Call me when you're home.

You chuckled at the text knowing that Hongjoong was going to have a nice long night. "Never mind, I guess I can hang for a bit" You sat down on the bed a bit further then him. He looked over to see you sitting far and laughed.

"I won't bite unless you tell me too doll, sit closer." He waved you to come closer with his two long fingers and you inched a bit closer, not moving by much. "Some more" you got a bit closer again. "More." he smiled as he grabbed two solo red cups to pour shots for the both of you. When you still barely moved Mingi decided to take matters into his own hands, he put the cups on the floor and hooked his arm around your waist to pull you in. You were sitting thigh to thigh at that point, your face was hot. "Much better." He grabbed the cups again and handed you yours.

"I-I didn't know you meant this close." You said shyly.

"Of course, pretty girl like you I would want right next to me, lucky I didn't pull you in my lap." he winked then held his cup next to your to do a quick cheers to take the shot. You tap his cup then you both chugged down the alcohol. The burning in your chest was strong as the bitter taste sat on your tongue and throat. Mingi took out his phone and played some hip-hop and RnB at a low volume. You both took more shots and sat and talked more as the night progressed. The party downstairs was still going but it started to die down as more chill music was playing downstairs as well. The more liquor you drank the more you remembered why you didn't drink tequila straight. Your pussy was throbbing and sitting alone with this beautiful man, his deep voice and his plump and soft looking lips didn't help. You've known Wooyoung a whole year and was wondering where he was hiding this fine ass man this whole time. The burning between your legs got worse the more you listened to him talk and you tried to rub your thighs together a bit to cool it, your eyes kept drifting to his lips and Mingi noticed you losing attention and fidgeting.

"You okay Y/N?" He smiled at you, and it fueled the fire burning below.

"You're like... really sexy Mingi." You both laughed at your sudden remark.

"Oh really? What's sexy about me?" Mingi said in his deep voice as he finished what was in his cup.

"Your voice, your face, anime, video game knowledge, I bet you get lots of girls."

"Nah not really. People look at Woo and the rest of our friends but not really me." Mingi replied, that was a lie of course, no girl in their right mind would pass up a 6'1 man that has Mingis face, but you didn't need to know that.

"Whaaat? No way you're so damn sexy Mingi I would be all over you if I was them." You said also finishing your cup, the liquid courage you had was getting you in some trouble tonight.

"All over me doing what exactly?" He grabbed your chin and brought your face closer, the smell of tequila fresh on both of you, Mingi had an agenda tonight for sure, He was going to go down to the party after pregaming with a few other girls that just left his room but once he turned off his desk light and was about to head down you came in. No need to go looking for pussy when it walked right up to him.

You both looked into each other’s lustful eyes as Mingi bit his pillowy soft lips. "Whatever you tell me too." was all you could say, a cocky grin spread across Mingis face, he had you right where he wanted you.

"Oh, really baby?" he asked, you eagerly nodded as you got closer to him wanting to taste his lips. Mingi saw how needy you were and decided not to make you wait anymore, he brought your lips closer until they connected, the kissed tasted bittersweet from the liquor and chasers you both had been consuming in your time spent together. The kiss was literally intoxicating, your head spun as he took the lead, his large hands moving to your thighs to grip your flesh in your spandex suit, you could feel the heat between your legs getting more needy for his touch. You decided to do the same and palm Mingi over his black cargo pants he was wearing to get a feel of his hard member. You couldn't really believe what you were feeling, you assumed it was either his pants or Mingi was hung, his steadily growing dick was already thick but as it got bigger in your pants your heart started to race in excitement. Mingi pulled back from the kiss and smiled at you.

"How about you get on your knees and feel what your grabbing baby." He said, you nodded again and moved to the floor, Mingi spread his long legs so you could slot yourself between them. He pulled his pants down a bit then his underwear until his dick happily sprung out in front of you. You were stunned, this easily was the biggest dick you've seen, it was girthy and had an overly generous amount of length to it.

"Holy shit you're big everywhere." You said to yourself by Mingi overheard you and laughed. He gripped your hair with one hand and gripped his dick with the other hand.

"Well let's see how much you can fit in that pretty little mouth baby." he pulled your head down on to his length and you immediately gagged, and he let your hair go to allow you to do what you want. You held the base of his dick and bobbed your head up and down it. To say that it was a mouthful was an understatement, it felt like your mouth was stretching from his girth, the saliva and gagging was a beautiful sight for Mingi.

"Taking my dick in your mouth so well baby." He hissed as you continued to drool down his shaft uncontrollably, you were only able to reach a little past half his length before his tip hit the back of your throat, Mingi dropped his head back as he whispered curse words while you struggled to stuff your little mouth full of his fat cock. You looked up at him and he was even more gorgeous while he fell apart from the feeling of your warm throat, he brought his head back up to meet you gaze and smiled.

“You’re so pretty with my dick in your throat baby, let’s see how pretty you are with it in your pussy.” He palmed the top of your head to remove your mouth from his dick, an audible popping noise following your lips. “Stand up and take your suit off for me baby, I don’t wanna ruin anymore of your costume.” You wondered what he was talking about until you glanced over at the full body mirror in his room to see the tear and spit stains that made your eye and cheek make up smear, not to mention your lipstick was almost completely gone. You reached your hand up to the zipper in front of your suit to slowly pull it down to reveal your soft body underneath. Stepping out of your suit you had on just panties since the suit was bodycon and made your tits sit nicely on their own, you were a bit shy standing in front of Mingi in just panties and covered your chest.

“Aww c’mon pretty don’t get shy on me now, come sit right here.” Mingi said patting his lap after he removed the remainder of his outfit. You decided to take off your panties and took a seat on Mingis bare lap facing the same way as him, the feeling of his throbbing hot dick just waiting to destroy your pussy made you scared but excited, he replaced your hands on your boobs and started to mush your mounds around, being sure to rub gentle circles on your hard nipples. He kissed up your neck while quietly breathy moans left your lips, the liquor still floating in your system was definitely on his side. His lips made it up to your ear as his lips kissed the shell of it, then he whispered softly. “Can I fuck your pretty pussy raw baby?” The thought of taking Mingis thick dick raw made your pussy pulsate, but it definitely was not a good idea to fuck a guy you just met a college party raw.

“Are you clean?” You ask bluntly, better safe than sorry.

“Of course, baby, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” His lips continued to explore your neck and shoulders, one of his hands slid down your body to rub between your legs, coming dangerously close to where you needed him most.

“Well if you say so…” you said still a bit skeptical, his long fingers ran through your folds and rubbed circles on your clit, your eyes rolled back for a second from feeling the relief of his touch.

“You’re so wet already baby let me stuff you full of my cum.” He spread his legs which made your legs spread. “Stick it in for me baby.” You obeyed and connected the tip of his dick to your entrance and slowly sunk down on it, you usually could take dick like a porn star, but you never fucked a porn star dick like Mingis. The abundance of pleasure came with a slight stinging pain, but it was worth it once you took him all in and adjusted to his length.

Mingi gripped the underneath’s of your knees and bounced you on his length slowly to make sure you were comfortable and sped up the pace more and more.

“Oh my fucking God Mingi please you’re already fucking me too good.” You said between moans, you couldn’t even think straight with his huge cock pounding into you in this position.

“You like the way I fuck you baby? I gotta fuck you nice and deep so I can fill this pussy up with my cum.”

Okay this was the second time he has mentioned coming in you, though it was hot, and it was unlocking a secret breeding kink you didn't know you had maybe you should mention you're not on birth control.

"M-mingi, I'm not ah~ on the pill..." you managed to squeal out. Mingi lifted you knees more and continued to pound inside of you.

"That's fine baby we'll get a pill later."

Oh fuck he was serious about this, and it was turning you on more seeing how badly he wanted to cum in your pussy. Your walls started to tighten around him, wanting to milk his dick dry.

"You're tight little pussy wants my cum so bad baby, you must want me to get you nice and pregnant." he said in your ear, his words were going directly to your cunt as it throbbed harder, you moaned louder, the people that were still at the party and in the area for sure knew what was going on in that room as you yelled strings of curse words and Mingis name not caring who could hear you.

"Please give me all your babies Mingi." You were fucked out and just talking, Mingis huge dick was mixing your guts and hitting your cervix and that's all you could think of, you want, no, needed his cum to fill up your womb.

Suddenly Mingi pulled out and you whined at the lost friction, he put you on your back and slotted himself between your legs, then placed both your legs on his strong shoulders. He lined himself back up and plunged deeply in your pussy with no hesitation, you yelled out feeling his monster dick deep in your pussy again.

"Gotta breed you nice and full baby, this is the perfect position to get my cum deep in your womb." He said before he started to drill into your needy cunt, you couldn't help yourself from yelling out the obscenest things to come to mind. "I want you're cum so deep in me please" "I love your dick so much." "Please keep fucking me like this." and you felt no shame in the things you said. A dick has never had this much control or power over you, but you loved it for some reason.

"Mingi 'm gonna cum please." Mingi slowed his pace a bit then leaned forward pushing your legs to your chest as he laid in the crook of your neck then he started to deep dick fuck you, the head of his cock beating your cervix in the best way possible, you started to see stars. You wrapped your arms around his neck but couldn't stop fidgeting so you found yourself digging your nails into his shoulders, he squeezed your body closer to his large frame assuring that you had to take his entire load.

"Cum on my dick so I can make your belly full of my babies. I want your pussy to take every last drop of my seed." He pounded into you so fast and deep the bed frame shook violently, you stood no chance and coated his thick dick in your slick, feeling your walls squeeze him tightly made Mingi groan, he lasted a few more strokes then filled your walls and womb with his hot cum. Such a big dick of course his load would be just as big, you swore you felt your tummy bulging as he laid on top of you while his dick continued to shoot inside of you. Once he finished Mingi dropped on the side of you, both of you were sweaty and out of breath, Mingi didn't offer to clean you up or even attempt to move so you asked him for some spare clothes to go to the bath room to do it for yourself, you assumed he was too tired. You put on one of his jogging suits with nothing under neath and headed to the bathroom down the hall.

Once you washed your face of all make up and the rest of your body you headed downstairs, it was now 3:46am and the party turned into a chill hang out with still quite a few people around. You wanted to get a non-alcoholic drink for your dry and sore throat, once in the kitchen you grabbed a bottle of water and turned around to be met with your ex.

"Oh...Jongho, hey." you said awkwardly.

"Y/N, I've been looking for you, I saw you earlier and wanted to talk to you." He said looking over your outfit. "You're not wearing you're costume anymore, what happened?" he questioned.

"Well, I-" as you started to come up with an excuse or lie a large arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you into his t-shirt covered chest.

"Y/N there you are, I was waiting on you to come back baby." Mingi said pulling you in to a kiss, then his eyes looked over to Jongho. "Yo, names Mingi." Jongho’ s eye twitched a bit.

"Well, I see you're occupied, I'll talk to you later Y/N." Jongho said before walking off.

You and mingi looked at each other then laughed, Mingi took you back to his room to cuddle and sleep (And go for a few more rounds). The next afternoon you finally woke up at 12pm with a pounding headache and Mingi not in his bed. You figured he had something to do and collected your costume, texted Hongjoong to come pick you up then headed downstairs to do the walk of shame alone. Luckily it was only Wooyoung and one other male there, they noticed you walking down the stairs and you walked over to them.

"Well good afternoon gorgeous, I see someone had a good night." Wooyoung said smiling at you. "Who's the lucky guy?" He said as both the males looked at you.

"Um, I actually never met him, but he was one of your room mates, Mingi, he was super nice and said he was going to text me so he could take me out later." You had such a sweet smile on your face while Wooyoung and the other man’s face was quite the opposite.

"Weeelll um, I wouldn't hold my breath on that Y/N, but I'm glad your optimistic." Wooyoung said.

"Woo be straight up with her, Mingi isn't exactly, how can I say this, the dating type." The other one said.

"Who are you?" You asked.

"This is San, I was hoping to hook you guys up but looks like Mingi snagged ya first." Both the males chuckled.

"Anyway, Mingi is what most girls call a fuck boy, he tells you everything you wanna hear but never delivers." San said.

You thought about what they were saying, no way was the guy that talked to you for hours and cuddled you so warmly just a fuck boy right?

"Whatever you guys are just mean! My rides here I gotta go." They both laughed at your temper tantrum and waved you goodbye.

You walked out to the car to see Hongjoong in the driver seat and Seonghwa in the back, you smiled and got in the car.

"Well, well, looks like I'm not the only one that had an eventful night." you said teasing Hongjoong.

Seonghwa giggled and Hongjoong blushed "Shut up! Why did you need me to stop at a pharmacy before I took you home?"

"Well my night was SUPER, eventful if you get my drift." you said raising your eyebrows so Hongjoong would pick up on what you were saying.

"Ew, you let one of those guys hit it raw AND finish in you, I taught you better than this Y/N." He rolled his eyes in fake disgust and drove off.

"So how was it Y/N?" Seonghwa asked.

"It was fucking amazing, I've never had a huge one like that and god I couldn't even think straight." you replied, excited to tell someone about your endeavors.

"Wow, who was it with? Was it Wooyoung? He always says you're pretty but off limits, or did he finally introduce you to San?" Seonghwa said intrigued to know the answer.

"Neither, it was his other roommate, Mingi." You said smiling, Seonghwa made a face.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself at least." He said it in a specific voice that you and Hongjoong picked up on.

"Why did you say it like that Hwa?" Hongjoong asked.

"It's just that Mingi is well... a free spirit, kinda goes where he wants and does what he wants."

"Oh god did you fuck the house fuckboy Y/N?" Hongjoong asked bluntly.

"No! Why does everyone keep saying that I know how to clock a fuck boy." you did however start to get nervous since you did text Mingi when you woke up saying how much you enjoyed last night and asking him for the money for the pill and all he replied was "GM" and only sent $23.

"Dammit Y/N how do you get involved with a fuck boy right after getting your heart broken." Hongjoong said as he pulled into the pharmacy.

Now there you were, standing in the pharmacy, holding a plan B, telling a child not to talk to fuck boys and having to have your male best friend send you the remaining amount to cover the pill. About a week had passed and you accepted that you had been fucked over and that you weren't getting that date after the 5th unanswered text, you sat in your studio apartment late that night since you stayed up to binge a show, it was around 2am then your phone buzzed, you checked your phone assuming it was Hongjoong.

Mingi: Hey baby u up?

[saberamane]

Guys, I really don't have the time, AND I'm still working on the final arc of 'We Were Born For This' between 12+ hour work days and art/craft stuff... but...

I started outlining a super angsty modern Clay/Federico fic.

So first big story element, Clay is about 9 years older than newly out, baby gay Federico. His parents do not approve.

Clay has a rough background, coming from a 'broken' home which left visible and mental scars.

Clay has *too many* tattoos. I'm talking 1 full sleeve, at least, which crawls up his neck, and over onto his chest and back. Definitely more on said chest/back, with a few more sprinkled in his thighs/calves. And piercings. (Federico's parents DO NOT approve.)

Clay's main job is working on cars and bikes in a garage. His 'side hustle' is creating original music talking about his past and the trauma he's been through, how he dealt with it then vs now. It's very worrying music, in most people's eyes. Federico's parents, of course, don't approve.

Unsurprisingly, the relationship doesn't last long. Clay is not willing to let Federico destroy his relationship with his parents for dating him. Clay doesn't want to be the reason Federico 'loses' his family, and thinks he's doing the right thing by ending the relationship.

Federico turns bitter against his parents anyway. They judged Clay based on his looks alone, and not how Clay spoke or acted.

Federico spends the next couple years exclusively dating guys his parents 'approve' of, looks wise, and each ends horribly. All these guys 'look' respectable and kind, but treat Federico poorly, or date him for his families wealth, or end up cheating on Federico. While Clay 'looked' rough, or like he'd be violent, he was genuinely caring and treated Federico like royalty. These other guys have treated him like a glorified slave.

Federico has a big fight with his parents, pointing out that they chased off a genuinely good man and ruined his relationship because they didn't like how Clay looked, and all the guys they liked the look of treated Federico exactly how they thought Clay would have.

Plot stuff, Federico runs into Clay again, more plot, people actually talk to each other, etc.

For an idea of what kind of background Clay has, or music he makes, this plot idea came to me after having a random Citizen Soldier playlist come on...so look them up if you want. I will be making a playlist for the songs that gave more direct inspiration.

[mmelete]

Ranking the LU Links based on their Shopping Habits

Legend: have you SEEN this lil guy in-game and especially in LU canon? He has everything. Legend freakin has MAJORA'S MASK casually chilling in his house. Ravio living with him (in Legend's... basement??) doesn't help at all either. If the apocalypse ever happens, Legend will be set for three years---but he still. keeps. shopping. 2/10.

Wind: He's like 13. You can't tell me he didn't spend all his in-game rupees between Beedle's shop, Sploosh Kaboom, and gambling. Rupees fear this kid. 1/10.

Wild: Doesn't shop often (he prefers scavenging), but when he does shop, it's for the most self-indulgent, most outrageously expensive thing known to man (*coughs* a house, the guardian armor, any clothing in general *coughs). He may be broke, but he got that drip fr. 4/10.

Hyrule: He's boring. He buys the necessities then leaves. He would be pretty responsible, but he loses points because he, without fail, always breaks every single pot in the store and has to pay for them. He's a wanted criminal in China. 3/10

Time: Again, a little bit controversial, but this man hates shopping UNLESS it's just for him. Like, buying tools and food? Ugh, just make the mailman get it. But spending five hours looking at different masks and horse bridals? Heck yeah, sign him up immediately. 4/10

Twilight: Similar to Time. Like, he'll go to Malo Mart a lot (he loves overhearing the town gossip there), pretty straight forwards. His guilty pleasure is buying pretty bows for his goats to wear. 5/10

Sky: He's responsible, he's an adult, but...He loves chattering with the employees too. And he occasionally helps them out doing their job. He'll pick a store that he loves and never "betray" them. A total coupon fiend, and Sun has definitely caught Sky trying to buy the store's entire stock of yarn before. 7/10.

Four: The only thing from keeping Four from being the top contender is that this man is BROKE. If he's also the Triforce Heroes Link, he is infinitively out of rupees. Rumor has it that Vio joined Shadow because he was tired of watching Green and Red's impulsive shopping. 6/10 (he tries)

Warriors: FILTHY RICH. Geez, he could probably buy the whole store if he wanted too. But he doesn't. He's chill, he's casual, striking up a conversation if need be, but prefers to listen to music and just walk between the aisles with his cart. No pots broken, no extra money spent, everything retrieved and paid for appropriately, 9/10.

(however, there was that one time when Warriors "accidentally" knocked down the entire pottery shelf...the jury's still out on him for that one---)