#(he likes to pretend he doesn't like it but he does)

[chiscaralight]

men who just can't help but manhandle you into a mating press! it doesn't even matter what you were doing beforehand, he just needs to get you into the perfect position to breed that sweet cunt!

you could be on your knees, mouth stuffed with his twitching, achy cock, and he'd still roughly pull out from your mouth, dragging you up like it's nothing as he sets you up so he can stuff you full just right.

even when you go out of your way to prevent this, teasing him day to finally straddle him at night, rubbing your dripping hole across his length. you finally sink down on him completely, letting the tip of his cock nudge those hard-to-reach parts deep inside you and you think you're in the clear! but his grip on your hip tightens, other hand supporting the back of your head as he lays you down yet again. you roll your eyes, trying to pretend that you're not enjoying the way your knees are leaning against his hard shoulders. you can't deceive him though, he knows you love it.

how does he know? because your whines and cries are loud, begging him to cum inside. he groans at the sinful words coming from your plump lips, hips never faltering as he ruthlessly pounds into you, chasing his orgasm like a dog in heat so he can fulfill your wish.

and when he cums, he cums hard. it's hot and thick, the feeling making you reel as he paints your walls with his seed. his lips are at your ears, whispering about how cute your kids will look. you whine, tight hole clenching down hard on his length while he presses kisses to your neck. and you want to say you don't like this? he'll make sure you never even dream of it. he'll keep pumping you full till it's all you can think about.

GENSHIN IMPACT: TARTAGLIA GOSH. scaramouche. kinich. WRIOTHESLEY. CYNO. diluc. ARATAKI ITTO. zhongli.

HONKAI: STAR RAIL: JIAOQIU. moze. dr ratio. JING YUAN. CAELUS. gallagher.

JUJUTSU KAISEN: SUKUNA. geto. GOJO. nanami.

+your favs!

[frownyalfred]

so this idea takes place in a story where they bring Jason legally back to life and he makes public appearances. **Gotham conspiracy theory: That's not Jason Todd.** Jason Todd was a short teen with black hair amd blue eyes "Jason Todd" is 6' 5 muscle machine with half white hair and green-blue eyes. Who is this man that Bruce claims as his lost son? Is he somehow tricking or scamming the Wayne's? Or does Bruce know and his grief makes him pretend this scary man is his little boy

Even worse: Bruce paid off Lex Luthor for a clone of himself but it went horribly wrong and now he's passing it off as his undead son as some sort of bizarre extended grieving process only rich people go through. And Lex Luthor apparently doesn't like the clone either which is why he stopped going to Bruce's events...

[cool-island-songs]

Analysis of ALNST Character Relationship Metrics

My art book won't be here for a minute, but I ran some screenshots I saw on twt through an image translator and have a lot of thoughts:

TILL: Despite claiming to hate everyone in the world, Till ranks Ivan at 70% intimacy even as he identifies perturbing behaviors of Ivan's going back years and refers to him as "a bother". He also ranks Sua at 10% in spite of having little to say about her and finding it uncomfortable to be around her.

Though he postures at being misanthropic and has all the manners you'd expect of a boy who was half off at the human child pound, he's actually quite gentle and sensitive. This is reflected in one of the graduation messages he's left by a classmate as well:

The person he feels closest to is an unattainable crush, and someone who doesn't feel that close with him in return, likely because he's too shy to really approach her or carry on a conversation.

MIZI: That's Mizi, of course, who's rather childlike and naive initially. She likes everyone, but since Till chokes when he tries to speak to her and often keeps his distance, she wonders if he's avoiding her because he dislikes her.

Mizi gravitates towards people who she sees as "perfect", which is how she describes Ivan and Sua in her graduation message to Ivan:

She doesn't see the darker side of Ivan's personality (which has been described on several occasions, even by himself, as "twisted") because he's attractive, successful, and helpful to her.

Though she likes everyone, Sua is her "God", and the only thing that can keep them apart is the tragedy of their situation, which forces Mizi to grow up in a brutally painful way.

SUA: Sua is far less idealistic and naive than Mizi, and has clearly thought about sacrificing herself to save Mizi, since Ivan picks on her for thinking of doing so in an official comic. Accordingly, her feelings about Mizi are far more tinged by the knowledge that they will one day be torn apart by external circumstances. She laments that reciprocating her feelings will one day cause Mizi great pain.

She's always been more somber, and despite her surface similarities to Ivan (which he notes in a follow-up comic wherein he realizes he was wrong about Sua's feelings for Mizi being unrequited), she's quite different on the inside. Sua's more sensitive and thus her colder exterior serves to protect her, whereas Ivan's outward persona creates an illusion of normalcy that doesn't reflect his reality.

Sua views Ivan and Till as a threat and a nuisance, respectively. Like Till, she senses something strange about Ivan, and when it comes to Till, it's just one person too many around for her. This is fascinating to me, because I thought she might pity Till! Her feelings about Ivan were already pretty clear from this panel of the 'piggyback' comic, and she seems deeply hurt in the first comic linked by his prodding.

IVAN: For his part, Ivan is fascinated by Till even though he's content to sit back and observe, pestering him to get a reaction or his attention for a brief time. He doesn't expect anything in return but wants more than anything to be on Till's mind (hence behaviors like stealing Till's belongings and returning them to him, pretending he had found them).

He prefers Sua to Mizi despite his awareness that Sua doesn't particularly like him, seeing her as a sister and even telling her she's "twisted" like he is. He likes Mizi well enough, especially her sincerity, but seems to find her optimism a bit much at times.

The fact that Mizi and the others would likely consider Ivan and Mizi quite close while Ivan does not reflects how much he postures even in his closest relationships. He struggles to connect with those he's most compelled by and it's not clear if he really wants to.

Some Ivantill thoughts before I go:

There seems to be a common sentiment that it's tragic Till was unable to see how much Ivan loved him, and I think we'll likely get more of Till's perspective on Ivan and their relationship in round 7. But it may not be the case that Ivan even wanted his true feelings to be seen, or would have known what to do if Till had reciprocated them.

There's something almost voyeuristic and self-negating in his feelings for Till (see: "I can’t reach you, so I imagine alone/You who shines, I stand next to you" from 'Black Sorrow'). He has far more self-awareness and willingness to accept things as they are than Till, who doesn't see that Mizi only has eyes for Sua and who would likely struggle to accept that reality.

Ivan, on the other hand, is well aware that his feelings for Till are "shallow", a bright fantasy to get him through his dark reality, and he seems to sincerely believe that his death won't scar Till because he's never really broken through to him. He's a schemer, and comments he makes in his graduation message to Till and the interview he gives in advance of round 6 suggest that he may have been planning to sacrifice himself for some time.

Part of me wonders if he hoped it would leave a mark on Till. Choking, kissing, and violently sacrificing oneself are all aggressive, forward acts, especially from someone who used to toy with people to get his kicks but was otherwise quite passive and unfeeling.

There are a lot of parallels in the one-sided loves, like Till acting out of his usual character for Mizi, and Ivan doing the same because of Till, putting all hopes of being saved in something just out of reach, staying in chains for that one special person. But Ivan's psychology is quite different from Till's, and in fact closest to Luka's re: low or no empathy. Both Ivan and Till are significantly traumatized by their upbringings but Ivan's difficult early life in the slums and his experience being dangled off that rooftop seem to have damaged his ability to connect to others or feel much of anything.

Till is the first person for whom he feels anything while for Till, Mizi is an early crush he puts on a pedestal in a much more commonplace way. I think the shared trauma of competing on that stage makes it much more difficult for either of them to imagine moving on, but Ivan is not wrong in identifying that he won't find that feeling again.

The thing that intrigues me most about this series is the way the contestants' differences play out, particularly with regard to how they view love and how they respond to their individual and shared challenges. I'd love to get into it further another time but this is quite long already so thanks for sticking with it if any have (haha)

[miasmaghoul]

WAHHHH AEON CONVINCING EVERYONE THEYRE HIS FIRST. thinkijg thoughts about omega and aether breaking him in and then hes all virgin to whoevers next and after they go to aether like “why did u not fuck the new guy??” and aethers like i did?? and it all comes out but they keep it a secret to see how long/how many ghouls/papas aeon can get with his bit

I think Aether is his first, and he's enough of a gentleman not to let anyone know. Not his information to share - well except for one night when he replays it all for Dew in excruciating detail, but that's easily taken care of with a little quintosis. No harm done.

Swiss is Aeon's second, though, and he's been enough of an actual first to be able to see right through Aeon's coy smiles and the way he bats his lashes. It's easy enough to figure out who was:

"Can't believe I haven't gotten my hands on you yet."

Swiss murmurs it into his throat, both hands shoved into Aeon's hastily undone jeans. One tugging at his semi and the other curled around his bony hip, Swiss' rough fingers petting at his hole. Aeon's gasping already, still half-tangled in the hoodie he was removing when Swiss shoved him onto one of the hotel beds. This is what he gets for spending all evening - hells, all day, really - being a flirty little shit, he supposes. He licks his lips and swallows hard, putting on his best innocent face; wide, damp puppy eyes, pouty lips, the whole nine yards. Swiss stares down at him like a wolf who's pinned a deer, smile sharp even without his fangs, and Aeon's heart skips in his chest. He knew Swiss would be rough, but this is a thrill.

"Surprised Aether didn't get you first," Swiss rumbles with a twist of his wrist, and Aeon gives himself away when his eyes glaze over.

Swiss isn't even sure if the other ghoul knows he does this, or if the others have caught it, but when Aeon really remembers something he sort of...disappears for a second. Just for a heartbeat, very easy to miss if you aren't looking for it, but Swiss has spent more than enough time with the new kid to pick up on it. It's like he's reliving the moment he's been reminded of in a flash. Swiss wonders if it has something to do with his magick; Omega had something of a photographic memory, maybe Aeon has something similar? He doesn't know.

What he does know, is that when he says Aether's name Aeon does that thing where he goes away for a moment, and his cock flexes so hard they both choke.

So that's a yes, then.

Swiss doesn't say a word, lets Aeon play the blushing virgin because, well, it's not like he isn't into that, and holds him close afterwards. Gives him a bath and orders his favorite takeout meal before they go to sleep. He even lets Aeon be the big spoon.

He calls Aether while Aeon's in the shower the next morning, just to make sure, and the silence when he asks Aether if he knows if Aeon's slept with anyone is so, so loud. Swiss says it's kinda hot that Aeon likes to play pretend, and they both manage to squeeze out a quick one and agree to keep this knowledge to themselves before Aeon's even done in the bathroom. Swiss texts Aether a quick video of him blowing a kiss with his cummy hand, and Aether responds in kind.

After that, I think Mountain is next, but he isn't one to brag. Rain comes after that, but is suspicious about being Aeon's first despite his shy admissions while Rain was between his legs. He finds out for sure via a good ol' fashioned footjob, because Mountain would give up nuclear launch codes if it meant having the chance to feel Rain's toes work the head of his cock. Rain doesn't feel particularly miffed - the kid put on a good show, after all, and good sex is good sex. He and Mountain both think they're the only ones, though, so they agree to keep it between them.

Word gets out after Dew has his turn with Aeon and brags about it to Swiss over gas station coffee a few days later. Swiss, who cannot for the life of him let the little guy have anything, and immediately snorts into his styrofoam cup. Rain overhears them and they all share a knowing snicker (as soon as Dew finishes scowling) once they figure out Aeon's little game. Swiss calls Cirrus over to let her know, just in case Aeon's tried the same thing with her, and she looks absolutely delighted.

"He asked me just yesterday if I would "answer some questions about his body"," she shares, accepting a sip of Dew's hot chocolate. "That he's experiencing some "new things" and has "questions about girls." He was blushing like a whore in church and everything."

The squeak of sneakers on slick tile echoes behind them, and a pair of lanky arms loop themselves between Swiss and Rain's shoulders.

"Speak of the devil," Swiss grunts, Aeon tugging him down to plant a good morning kiss on his cheek. Aeon grins.

"Mornin' Cir," he greets with a nod, ignoring the rest of them entirely. The ghouls share a collective eye roll. "I just talked to Papa, like you asked." If the new kid's tail was out, it would be wagging like an excited retriever's. "He said it's $750 for tomorrow and $1250 for Thursday, but if you need more then just use the black card."

Cirrus gives him a warm smile, reaching across their little circle to ruffle his hair. Aeon beams at her, might as well have hearts in his eyes when she cups his chin and says,

"Good boy, thank you."

Cirrus gives his cheek an affectionate pat, and that blush they've all come to know by now makes its appearance.

"Tell you what - come to my room tonight. You can help me pick out where we stay for the next few nights. I can show you all sorts of secrets," she adds, giving him a slow once over that makes Aeon flush down his throat. "About how to pick the right hotel in these smaller areas, of course," she clarifies, handing Dew back his lipstick-stained cup and straightening her coat. "I might even have the girls drop in and give you some extra hints."

Cirrus winks, and Aeon's walk to the bus is slow and awkward. They all have the kindness to hold in their laughter until he's out of earshot, but Swiss and Rain both have tears running down their cheeks by the time they calm down.

"Don't break the kid, Cir," Dew says through a cough, wiping his eyes. "I have at least one more ticket for that ride."

"No promises," she grins, eyes sparkling. "Oh he's going to be fun."

That night, Cumulus and Aurora have him together, with Cirrus guiding them all through a very thorough anatomy lesson because Aeon is just so new to all this and has no idea what he's doing, please don't tell anyone:((((. And they're all just so sweet to him, so giving, even after it starts to hurt because they just know he must have so much stuffed inside those tight little balls of his if this is his first time!

They pinky swear not to tell anyone that he cries.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Can I request a headcanon of whb kings reacting to gn mc cracking their bones(?) I genuinely don't know what's it called lol... I don't really know if demons do that but it would be funny if they don't and mc just suddenly did that during a steamy moment..

WHB kings w/ an s/o who cracks their knuckles and joints

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: I hc that demons can't do this bc their bodies work a bit different from ours, so to them it just looks like you're breaking them

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What are you doing?!

Oh, that... Doesn't hurt you?

Satan demands answers and tutorial on how he can do that as well

It looks cool and right up his alley

If your joints pop at random, he'll at first think that you really did break a bone or something

How can your body be so fragile?

Wait, your body does that by itself and just for the fun of it?

Hmmf... Human bodies are so weird...

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"Are you okay, master?"

When he hears the cracking sound he's immediatelly by your side, ready to assist you and get you to a doctor

Then he realises you're doing that on purpose and he's flabbergasted

Is breaking their knuckles just a human thing?

Now, during spicy time I can imagine he's just pushing your legs up agains your chest and then he hears the *crack*

His heart stops and he ceases all movent

He just broke your back or worse, didn't he?

It takes full minutes to reassure him that you're okay and that he didn't break anything

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Stop that immediatelly

Levi is uncomfortable and won't hesitate to hang you for something so cringe-inducing

Doesn't care that it's normal for humans

He's the king and you will listen to him

Even if your body does is by accident, he'll shoot you death glares

Honestly? His irritation partially comes from him being worried and you doing this will make it harder in the future to distinguish whether you need a doctor

Oh, but Glasyalabolas is very interessted in this feature and wants to know everything

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Oho? What just happened?

Prepare to explain why or how you're cracking your knuckles each time bc this bit of information is not staying in his brain

All that matters is that you're safe and sound

You want candy?

Random joint pops usually don't even go noticed during spicy time with Beel, since you're both too preoccupied with each other

Your joints cracking are a good way to destinguish between the real Beel and Bael pretending to be him, though

Bael will freak out and wanna take you to Paradise Lost fro a checkup

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Ugh... What is that noise?

'Who tf is snapping twigs in my room?'

When he looks over, he just sees you absentmindedly cracking your knuckles

He's too tired to interrogate you about that, but Beleth does get it as his number one task on his list

If your knees act like they're 400 years old, Belphie will always make a comment about it while you're on top

I kinda want to say that Belphie is an outlier and his joints also crack since he moves so little and when he finally tries to use them they get offended

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Luci is aware of some features of human bodies, but even this is kinda surprising to him

Why would you do that to yourself?

Still, he's not worried since as a healer he knows what makes your joints crack and pop

He does wish you'd not do that around him, though

If that happens on accident, he'll ignore it unless you sound off that that particular one was painful

All the demons in Paradise Lost are aware of your joints randomly popping and don't question it

It's even written into your medical file

Somehow, Gamigin missed the memo and freaks out each time and is worried even after your explanation

[yanwonnies]

심재윤 ⠀⠀⠀── ⠀⠀⠀𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 ﹙ ​​​deep thought ! ﹚

The way you both feel could change everything… or destroy you completely.

The night looms dark, heavy, like a blanket of shadows enveloping every corner of your small apartment. The subtle echo of the rain against the windows mingles with the occasional creak of the building, as if the outside world barely existed. The clock on the wall moves slowly forward, ticking off the hours as if measuring the weight of your thoughts, until the hands align at the exact midnight. That's when you hear the soft but unmistakable knocking on the door.

You pause for a moment. It's a sound you recognize instantly, an unspoken code that has been repeated many times, but this time something stops you. There is a slight resistance in you, a tension growing in your chest as you stand there, hands clasped and gaze fixed on the closed door. The air is charged with something indescribable, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation that rushes through you, and in an almost unconscious gesture, you bite your lip. The metallic taste of pressure lingers in your mouth as you force yourself to take a deep breath.

You stand up slowly, feeling the coldness of the floor beneath your bare feet, a contrast to the warmth building on your skin. You take a few steps towards the door, each movement heavier than the last, as the knocking on the door hangs suspended, as if he too is waiting for something. When you finally open it, the damp night air comes in with a whisper, and there he is. Jake, drenched from the rain, his black jacket clinging to his body, droplets sliding down his cheeks until they fall silently to the ground. His hair, slightly tousled, clings to his forehead, and there's a glint in his eyes that pierces you with a quiet intensity.

It's his posture that throws you off first. He leans casually against the doorframe, but that apparent indifference doesn't match the urgency in his gaze. He looks for you, as if he needs more than shelter from the storm. His chest rises and falls unevenly, as if running in the rain was just an excuse to get to you. You know it's been an exhausting night for him; the blinding lights of the cameras, the incessant questions from the interviewers, all of it should have left some mark on his expression. Yet all you see in him now is pure concentration, focused entirely on you.

The rain is still pouring down on him, soaking his shoulders, but he doesn't even seem to notice. It's as if, in this moment, the rest of the world has stopped, and the only thing that matters is this space between the two of you, filled with meaningful silences.

-What are you doing here, Jake? -you ask, though the question sounds weaker than you intended. You hate yourself a little for it. You know that your attempt to keep your composure is fragile, that the barriers you've built are barely a shield that he can pierce with just a glance. And yet, you try. You pretend that his presence doesn't affect you, that his untimely arrival, drenched in rain, doesn't awaken something in you. But it does. It always does.

Jake looks at you silently for a second that seems to stretch in time, his lips forming a tight line. You've seen that gesture before, so many times, and it always makes you feel a weight in your chest, as if an invisible hand is squeezing your heart. It's that mix of restraint and frustration on his face, as if he knows exactly what you're thinking, but doesn't know how to change it. And you know it too. It's not the first time you've found yourself in this situation, not the first time he's heard the reproach in your own voice. But this time… this time it hurts more. Maybe because it's no longer just a routine; it's a wound that keeps opening up every time it's repeated. Maybe because, deep down, you're getting tired of it always being the same. Of him only showing up when he needs to.

-I'm sorry. I just… need to see you -Jake says, and his voice sounds low, muffled, almost like a whisper struggling not to fall apart. He takes a step toward you, cautiously, as if he's afraid you'll pull away. And you do. Not physically, but you feel a part of you shrink back, protecting yourself, trying not to give in to that vulnerability you see in him.

He lowers his gaze for a moment, wet hair falling over his forehead, before raising it again to meet your eyes. On his face is a mixture of regret and desperation, as if he wants to say more, but doesn't know how. Or perhaps as if he fears that, if he speaks any more, what remains between you will break completely. Raindrops continue to slide down your jacket, dripping to the ground, creating small puddles at your feet. The night is still cold, damp, but the warmth you feel in your body belies it all.

-Of course, you always come back when you need something… -you spit out the words with a resentment that you don't even try to hide. Your voice, though firm, carries a load of pain that pierces your chest. You say those words because you need to say them, because every time he appears as if it's nothing, you feel yourself sinking deeper into that vicious cycle. You turn around abruptly, without waiting for an answer, walking towards the small living room. The sound of your footsteps echoes in the silence of the room, and you let the door remain ajar, as if that symbolic opening were the only thing you allow yourself to give him at this moment.

As you walk away, you cross your arms over your chest, a gesture you make without thinking, as if you can protect yourself from the inevitable. The room is dark, lit only by the dim glow of a lamp in the corner, and the atmosphere feels heavy, filled with all the unspoken words between you.

It hurts you to be like this, so close and yet so far away from him.

Jake enters slowly, closing the door behind him with a faint click, an almost insignificant sound, but one that seems to echo in the charged air of the small apartment. The silence that follows is thick, enveloping everything around him. He says nothing at first, and for a moment you wonder if he also feels the weight of all that has been left unsaid between you, if that pause is his way of trying to process it all. His shoulders slump slightly, as if the weight of his fame, of the life he leads in front of flashbulbs and screaming audiences, haunts him even here. But there is something different in the way he moves now, as if by walking through that door, he has shed all that, leaving it behind. In this intimate space, with you, Jake is not an idol, not a star, not the guy everyone sees on screens. Here, he's just a man. A man who, you know, needs you in a way he has never said, but has always been present.

His steps are slow, almost calculated, but with each one, you feel the distance between you inevitably shorten. You can't see him, but you can feel him, his presence filling the room. The warmth of his body seems to envelop you before it even touches you, and every cell in your skin becomes aware of that proximity. Your heart beats fast, faster than you'd like, and you try to keep your composure, but there's something about the way Jake approaches that always makes you feel vulnerable, exposed. And you know it. He knows it too.

You instinctively take a step back, wanting to keep that small space that allows you to breathe, but you feel the coldness of the wall against your back. You stand still, arms still crossed over your chest, as if that could protect you from what's about to happen, but it's no use. Jake's closeness has always made you feel weak, as if just being near him erases all your defenses. You can feel the warmth of his body radiating towards you, the intensity of his gaze even though you're not seeing him.

-It's not like that… -he murmurs, his voice low, full of something you can't quite decipher. His breath brushes your skin, warm and soft, and a shiver runs down your spine. The sound of his words is intimate, too close, and for an instant you feel like the world could collapse around you, but nothing would matter as long as he is here, saying those words to you in that tone. You feel his hand brush against the wall near your shoulder, resting lightly, as if he were caging you between his body and the wall, creating a space where only the two of you exist.

-If I could… -he begins to say, but his voice trails off, as if he lacks the words or the courage to complete the sentence. There's a fragility in his tone you've never heard before, a crack in the facade he usually holds firm.

-But you can't. -you interrupt him, your voice steady, though the trembling inside you gives you away. Your words are cold, a shield you try to keep upright, but you can't ignore the frantic beating of your heart, which seems to hammer in your chest. Every fiber of your being wants to push it away, to push it away before it tears you apart more than it already has. But at the same time, every part of you wants it, craves it with an intensity that consumes you from within.

Jake looks at you, and for an instant, he seems to hesitate. His gaze is a conflict of emotions; you see the struggle in his eyes, the weight of what he wants to say but dare not utter. But before you can turn away, before you can say anything else, his hand slowly moves up to your face, brushing your cheek with a gentleness that disarms all your defenses. That simple gesture, so delicate and caring, causes your resistance to crack, though you struggle to hold firm. The warmth of his hand against your skin is a spark that ignites something inside you, an involuntary response you cannot control.

His thumb traces a slow path down your cheek, tracing the curve of your face with a tenderness that contrasts with the intensity in his eyes. You try not to react, to maintain that cool facade you've forced yourself to adopt, but it's impossible. Your body begins to betray you, responding to his touch in a way that makes everything in you feel more vulnerable, more exposed. The trembling on your lips is the only outward sign of the internal battle you're fighting, but he notices, and that only seems to bring him closer.

Before you can say anything, Jake is already too close. His hands rest firmly on the wall on either side of your body, creating an invisible cage that traps you between him and the cold wall behind you. The proximity is overwhelming. His body almost touches yours, and his scent - that unmistakable scent that drives you crazy, a subtle blend of his cologne and something purely his - completely surrounds you, enveloping you in a cocoon that isolates you from the rest of the world. You try to keep your mind in check, try to hold on to that last spark of resistance, but every fiber of your being has already begun to give way, surrendered to the familiarity of this moment, to the inevitable attraction that always exists between the two of you.

His forehead rests gently on yours, and the weight of his emotions, of his need, becomes palpable. The contact is so intimate that you feel the warmth of his skin against yours, the slight tremble of his breath as he struggles to remain calm. But he isn't. Neither of you are. The silence between you is so thick that you can almost hear her heartbeat, or maybe it's yours, pounding against your chest as if trying to break free.

-Let me, just this once… -Jake whispers, and his voice breaks at the end, charged with a desperation he has never shown before. The tone of his words, the plea in his voice, makes something inside you break. It is not a plea like the previous ones; this time, there is a raw vulnerability in him that makes you hesitate, that pulls you to him, as if the only possible response is to give in.

His hand, which until now had been on the wall, slowly descends down your back, drawing you even closer to his body. His every movement is a silent promise, a wordless confession of how much he needs you. You hate yourself for how easy it is, how natural it feels to let yourself go, but at the same time, you can't help it. His touch, his closeness, the way his hands cling to you with that mix of desperation and tenderness… it all disarms you.

-Just for tonight -he murmurs, his lips barely brushing yours as he speaks, his warm breath caressing your skin. And though you try to resist, though a part of you wants to scream that this isn't right, you surrender. You give in like you've given in so many times before, because even though you know this is going to destroy you, you can't walk away from him. Not when you need him as much as he needs you.

-Jake… -you whisper, your voice barely an echo of everything you really feel. You close your eyes, letting the sensation consume you, and your lips finally meet his. The first touch is gentle, so delicate it seems almost an accident, but it's enough to ignite something deep inside both of you. His lips are warm, firm but tender, moving slowly over yours, as if testing your limits, waiting for you to give in. A tentative exchange in which neither dares to go further than necessary. You feel like you're both testing each other, gauging how far you can go before it all comes crashing down.

But that softness doesn't last. The tension that has been building between you from the moment the door opened finally erupts. The kiss, which began as a gentle caress, quickly turns into something more intense, more hungry. As if lost time, unspoken emotions and repressed desires are reclaiming their place. His mouth moves against yours with an urgency that leaves you breathless, a battle of lips and tongues in which, though you try to maintain control, you know you are destined to lose. The need in his kisses, in the way he takes you, is overwhelming, and though part of you knows it will only lead to more pain, you can't stop.

Jake holds you as if he fears you might vanish in his hands, his fingers clinging to your waist with palpable desperation. His hands, firm but trembling, explore your back, running over every inch of you as if he needs to memorize the feel of your skin under his fingers. The way he touches you, how his body presses against yours, is enough to make any remaining resistance in you dissolve completely. His warmth envelops you, consumes you, and for a moment, nothing else matters. There is no past, no future, only this shared instant, where all that matters is him and what you feel when he is near.

His lips pull away from yours with deceptive softness, only to slide along the line of your jaw, slowly down to your neck. Each kiss he deposits on your skin is a silent promise, an unspoken desire, leaving invisible marks that only you can feel, but that burn like fire. You can feel his breath against your neck, warm and rushing, and each exhale of his sends a shiver down your spine. You shudder under his touch, and though your mind still tries to cling to logic, your body has already given in completely, responding to every caress, every kiss with instinctive devotion.

-You know you matter to me -Jake whispers against your skin, and his hot breath sends a shiver up and down your spine. Those words are a soft heartbeat that resonates inside you, but they are also a pang of pain. It hurts to hear them, because you know that, even if they are true, they will never be enough to change the reality in which they live. That constant separation between what they want and what they can actually have -I can't lose you -he confesses, his voice cracking. -You are the only real thing in this chaos.

His lips meet yours again, this time with a restrained longing that makes your heart race. Your hands tangle in his hair, feeling the soft, wet, messy texture between your fingers, bringing him closer. Losing yourself in his taste is a relief, an escape from the reality you fear so much. The familiarity of his kisses envelops you in a whirlwind of emotions, and you abandon yourself to that connection, forgetting, if only for an instant, everything around them.

Jake, determined and full of desire, lifts you up with ease, carrying you towards the bed without taking his lips from yours. The way he holds you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world, makes your heart race even faster. He pulls you towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours, and the weight of his body on yours is familiar, known, but this time there is something else in his movements, an intensity that speaks of a deeper, more urgent need.

-I need you… -he murmurs, his breathing ragged, and each word feels like an echo of everything you've been feeling. Her eyes search yours, and in them you can see a reflection of your own need, a desperation that has built over time. And though you know those words only reinforce the cycle you're trapped in, you find yourself responding with the same longing, giving yourself completely to him.

Jake holds you with a delicate firmness, as if he is trying to protect you from the outside world, from the responsibilities and expectations that have always been present. His body moves over yours with a restrained passion that transforms into something more, something deep. His hands exploring every curve of your body with a familiarity that makes you feel as if you belong to him.

-I hate you for this -you murmur against his lips, your voice cracking with the confusion of emotions. But despite your words, your hands tell a different story, clinging to him, seeking the warmth of his skin, the comfort of his touch. Each caress of his fingers against your body is a reminder of how much you've wanted this, of the connection you share, even when logic screams that it should be different.

-I know -he answers in a whisper, his lips finding yours again, kissing you more intensely, more urgently. There is a fire in his kiss that consumes you, and you feel his breath mingle with yours, forming a frenetic rhythm that beats with every beat of your heart. His voice, soft and raspy, envelops you, filling the space between you with a palpable tension. -But I also know you need me.

And you couldn't deny it. The truth resonates in you, each word an echo of your own thoughts. The desire you feel for him is not just physical; there is a void that only he can fill, a need that goes beyond the carnal. You are aware that this relationship is an emotional minefield, but every time his lips meet yours, that reality fades to a whisper.

You both know that, despite everything, you will keep coming back to each other, trapped in a relationship that can be nothing more than this: an endless cycle of desire and frustration. The rules of the outside world are irrelevant in this instant; the noise is silenced, and the only thing that matters is the both of you, here and now.

Because, like him, you're too into it.

I appeared 🐹! okay this is a little (not so much) draft that I had saved some days ago, that I hadn't published because it needed a little editing, and it just reminded me of a song by Chase Atlantic, so I finished it inspired by it 😉. I'm also going to start publishing more “deep thoughts”, because there are more than I can count, maybe with EN- or other groups… 🤭 Again, English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if I lose the sense in some parts. thank you very much for taking the time to read my work. ᵔᴗᵔ yanwonnies 2024 © all rights reserved.

[tripleyeeet]

AND HER MIND WAS ON ME

SUMMARY: Yuki decides to let Choso come and play with her girlfriend. PAIRING: Choso Kamo/Yuki Tsukumo/Female Reader WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, voyeurism, penetrative sex, use of a strap, orgasm denial (if you squint), basically just Choso being a desperate mess wanting to fuck reader. A/N: Originally this was supposed to be for Kinktober but due to the insane schedule I just got from my work that's probably not happening anymore. So, I figured I'd post this so it doesn't go to waste. :') Title inspired by Voyeur by James Blake :) WC: 750

MASTERLIST

“You okay, Cho?”

The sound of your voice cuts through him like a knife. The soft coo of breathless lungs pulling him out of his own stupor as he pants. 

Laid before him are both you and Yuki. The image of bare chests and legs creating a heat throughout his body he can’t sweat out. The kind that already has him squirming on the edge of the bed; digits twitching to grip the sheets beneath him so tight he swears he hears the sound of them crack.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” 

He doesn’t know how he manages to speak, but he does. The sound of his own voice muffling in his mind as his gaze shifts from body to body, eventually trailing up to see thick silicone pushing through your folds. Both of you are lying on your sides, back to front while Yuki’s arm —toned and heavy-handed—wraps around your neck as she nips at your ear and laughs. 

“You like when Choso watches, baby?” she asks, and truthfully, it takes everything Choso has not to slip in between and take his fill in that moment. The temptation nearly breaking him, especially when he watches your lips start to part slowly; the sensations you feel taking over your mind as you let out a hearty breath. 

It makes his chest ache, witnessing such a sudden pull of air mixed with the push of the strap entering your cunt —rendering you useless until you find it in yourself to nod. The vulgar sight causing Choso’s hands to start to fiddle with the fabric. Each of his fingers rubbing the texture of silk between each pad, pretending they’re you. Imagining that instead of Yuki gently fucking you with that god-awful piece of plastic it’s him instead; fingers and all providing you with the pleasure you need. The feel of your back pressed roughly against his chest filling him with an intense need for more. 

At which point, he hears you whimper from the impact. Each shift of the strap making you squirm beneath the blonde’s touch. Visions of arms and legs struggling to get away from the brutalizing pace she quickly sets appearing in Choso’s view. 

With a huff, it forces him to throw all caution to the wind and move one hand to cup his cock, gently rubbing it through his clothes. Allowing the tension you’ve built to ever so slightly subside when he feels that initial pressure release. The presence of something to grind against as he tries to remember to breathe.

Unfortunately, though, it’s not enough. Not when he can see Yuki violently snapping her hips while saying his name; reminding you to put on a good show for him. No, at that point he has to go a bit further and slip beneath his waistband to properly touch himself. The feel of his already hard cock twitching before he even has the chance to wrap himself around the base.

Which is an act that proves almost futile when he hears Yuki laugh, prompting his eyes to flicker up and see the arm that’s wrapped around her neck move to grip your jaw. The sheer force of her fingers jutting it over to catch his eye, making you whimper. 

“Look,” she says then, smirking as she watches your gazes line up. Both of you staring each other down as she fucks you while he fucks himself. Your respective pleasures building when he catches the rhythm of your breath and starts to match it. “Already so desperate for you. Can’t even wait until I’m finished.”

Swallowing hard, he feels his chest begin to gradually empty. Each pass of air within his lungs failing to return when he rubs his thumb over his head, already feeling the warm stick of pre-come collecting on the very flesh he wants to put inside you. 

“Cho?”

This time, Yuki addresses him. Unlike before though, he doesn’t look at her. Instead, he just stares at your face, memorizing each moment of tension that builds as he hums in response, hoping that’s enough. 

“Cho, sweetheart, I need you to wait, okay? You’ll get your turn, I promise.”

All he does is nod, keeping hold of himself but doing nothing else, knowing he can’t. Not when the promise of you all spread apart for him to fuck is waiting in the wings. Or when he can see that faint flicker of desire in your eye when you ultimately come, knowing you’re in for another round.

[cheeseceli]

That must be right

Pairing: Min Yoongi × Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, f2l, drabble

Request: can i request a yoongi idolbf! x reader and its just like a fluffy date, they're just dating and didnt really actually confess their feeling yet and like at the end of the date he or reader confesses

Warnings: tzuyu (twice) makes a cameo, suga overthinks a bit, y/n was delulu for a second here, not proofread.

A/n: don't you just love when he smiles | daily click

Yoongi doesn't know what to feel right now.

He should be happy, because oh my God this is happening. But he should also be anxious, because what is he supposed to do now that this is happening? And on top of it, he should be scared, because is this even supposed to be happening?

The way you saved his number as "my love" is a fact that has been spiraling in his head for hours now, since he discovered it. And it is just a silly little detail about your every day life. He wasn't even supposed to know about that. But he does. And now he can't stop thinking about that.

It's also about how you told Tzuyu (who definitely shouldn't have told Suga) you couldn't go out with her since you were having a date with your boyfriend. The boyfriend being Yoongi. And the date being the place you guys should go to in a few hours.

And there's nothing wrong with that, right? Except for the fact that you called him your boyfriend when he is... not your boyfriend. He would love to be, of course! But he is not. Unless he got lost in translation, which he highly doubts, considering how he is always replaying everything you say and do in his mind.

But you called him that. And, in some type of way, you called him your love as well. Never to his face, but you did. And Yoongi has no idea on how much of that he should consider. It could be just a not very funny joke. But you wouldn't joke about it, would you? So maybe he should just behave like nothing happened. Yeah, that's right. He shouldn't even know about those things at all.

So for the rest of the day, he pretends that he didn't discover anything. Everything is exactly as it was. But he can't bring himself to actually forget those. "My boyfriend". "My love". Those sentences were quite harsh to forget about.

You guys are on a date, so why can't you be actually dating? Do you even know that this is a romantic date? Does Yoongi know that? When did the line between friends who are secretly in love and actual lovers blurry itself so hard? It's getting ridiculous at this point. So many questions and very few answers.

He watches as you hold the huge popcorn bucket, trying your best not to drop anything. You were just waiting in line with him, waiting for the movie session to start, but you were so happy. Even when just standing still, your eyes were undeniably full of joy.

Yoongi also didn't miss how you never failed at being close to him. Not on a way to overwhelm him, just to be there. Like you just wanted his company, even if you weren't touching each other. Even if you were in complete silence, even if you didn't even look at each other just yet. You were both there. And that was all that mattered.

Useless to say that he paid absolutely no attention to the movie on the silver screen. He had no idea of who was staring in it, or what it was about. He barely looked at it to be honest. He was looking at you all the time. My boyfriend. My love. You surely acted like there was truth to those words.

For the first time in the past hour or so he looked away from you. He focused his gaze on the movie playing instead, but only because he wanted to reach to hold your hand, and he wouldn't be able to do it if he looked at you while doing so. That was proven particularly correct as he felt you turning your head just to look at him the moment you felt his touch.

He should've looked though. Maybe then he would see how your eyes proved that Yoongi was indeed your love. Maybe just not your boyfriend. Yet. That was soon to be solved, as he was already planning on how to confess the moment the two of you got out of the movie theater.

You were, after all, calling him your boyfriend for a while now. However, now it was time for him to call you his partner. Oh, and he so would do it. It felt right to do so.

And if it feels right, it must be right.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: shut me up

Reminder that this is all fiction! This does not represent the members in real life!

Taglist: @yuyubeans @butnotmontana

Dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics | credits for images 1, 2 and 3

[diospore]

MHA AU where All Might makes a secret vigilante disguise after losing OFA embers because he wants to still save people and every time he tries people start trying desperately to stop him because they think he's going to hurt himself. And I mean he does sometimes but he doesn't want to be useless, alright?! So he disguises himself and pretends to be someone else.

...Except he forgot vigilantism was illegal and no one is giving him the chance to identity reveal so now he can't even go home and now everyone thinks he kidnapped All Might when he IS All Might bc they connected the dots that All Might stopped showing up when he appeared but they didn't connect that they're the same person because "All Might would never break the law like that". When he did. And is.

And the League of Villains has taken him in as a member without him realizing he thought they were just being nice and offering him a place to sleep for the night. So now he's been declared a villain.

They don't know he's All Might.

He can't tell anyone he's All Might.

Accidental Villain All Might AU

[nostalgia-tblr]

okay but no this is is bothering me now

I hold this wild fandom position that the little rant in Thor 1: No Subtitle, Just Thor where Loki goes on about how Odin hates him and must have a sinister plan in mind should not be taken as the literal truth because it's the paranoid fears of someone shaken and scared, but this does not seem to convince anyone else for some reason.

However! There is one line in it that's definitely, demonstrably wrong, isn't there? The bit about "you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard", because JUST IN CASE any of us have forgotten what happens later in the film:

This is not like when he pretended to be Odin between films, this tells me that there is no legal impediment to Loki being king of Asgard. And you might say "well, duh" but saying that means accepting that A Frost Giant On The Throne Of Asgard was always a real possibility. By raising the foundling as his own legitimate biological son Odin has placed him second in the line of succession after Thor, made no move to exclude this new son, and the lack of any younger siblings suggests no real concern over the fact that Loki is not just the spare he is the only spare.

Odin could simply have admitted that this new prince was adopted (without necessarily saying from where), or claimed he was his own but illegitimate, or some other explanation I can't be bothered to think up right now. The point is, this was not an inevitable flaw in whatever shit plan Odin may or may not have had, it's an intended or at least accepted outcome.

And no, Thor can't just be safely immortal, because then Odin's immortal and Thor isn't needed in the first place.

"Oh but Frigga -" DELETED scene, doesn't count... BUT if it did then Frigga is willing to place a Frost Giant on etc etc even if it's only as a regent and she isn't worried about Odin reacting negatively to that decision when he gets out of his convenient coma.

What I'm getting at, of course, is that at least one part of 'Loki Odinson Reacts To Adoption News (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)' was clearly bollocks, yet people still quote it as fact and as well as the rest of it which might also be - to use a clever literary term - bollocks.

edit: i used the same screencap again which is Bad but look the meme says the same as this post but in less words:

[sic-vita]

Good Omens final fifteen + Clues

my thoughts under the cut:

I finally finished ep 6 and while picking up the pieces of my broken heart, these are what I think are Clues (Aziraphale's voice):

"give me coffee or give me death" - there's such significance to the way Metatron asked the question, it simply cannot be a throwaway line, especially when he later asks Aziraphale "will you take it?" when handing him the coffee cup. He doesn't say "take it" or simply shoves it at him which would be typical of heaven, but he gives Aziraphale a choice (coffee or death) - in other words, Aziraphale makes the choice but under the threat of death (something Metatron knew he would do, because Nina says "they never choose death" and he says "how predictable" ie. he knew exactly how this would go down)

prior to this Aziraphale has never drunk coffee, only tea and alcohol. He doesn't understand why Crowley would drink coffee when he's already stressed. In other words, the coffee itself is forced on Aziraphale - it seems that he has a choice ("will you take it?") but is it really a choice if his other option is death?

At no point does Aziraphale say "yes" - even when he's walking back to Crowley he says "I don't know what to say" - he's nowhere as excited as he pretends to be the moment he enters the bookshop. In fact, the entire walk over (with the Metatron watching him carefully), he's pensive and deeply troubled, almost like walking to his doom (which clashes with the cheery, almost romantic music that plays here, which adds subtext to the situation, that all is not what it seems to be)

Aziraphale's expression the moment the Metatron brings Crowley up and issues his subtle threat ("irregular"); the way his lips thin and he swallows and he instantly knows what this is all about ("give me coffee OR give me death")

Aziraphale's many many looks out of the window after Crowley has left and his repressed grief and outrage that he quickly masks everytime he looks back at the Metatron. I don't think it's just heartbreak and wanting to go after Crowley - I think something else is going on

tldr: Aziraphale chose the coffee Metatron presented to him because the alternative was death (for him and/or Crowley) and he is furious. Aziraphale's comments on heaven and it being good etc. are not because he's still fixated on that ideology, but it's the only way Aziraphale saw them being safe and together (the other option: death). The tragedy is that Crowley saw Aziraphale making an active choice to take heaven over them being together - but he didn't see why Aziraphale was making that choice (and if it was a choice at all). Earlier, Crowley said "What does your exactly mean? I feel like your exactly and my exactly are different exactlys" - the way they have failed to communicate throughout the millennial (as pointed out by Nina and Maggie) comes to a head here - in this situation with the Metatron watching, Aziraphale can't communicate exactly what's going on, and Crowley doesn't understand what he means because they have not properly communicated before what their "together" means - "run off together" vs "we can be together, angels" are not afterall, different togethers - once again, they're trying to save each other so they can be together, but the methods are different and the perspectives are different (ie. Crowley knows about the book of life threat vs Aziraphale knows about the Metatron "irregular" threat and neither knows what the other fears)

[doukeshi-kun]

i have some dad!kolya thoughts for u!

he always has his baby lying on his bare chest whenever he watches tv or takes a nap.

he always plays a bit rough with his kids, like play-fighting or literally throwing them in the air to make them laugh (and mama always nearly gets a heart attack).

throws tea parties with his daufhter(s) for their dolls and plushies and nearly has even more fun than she does, he doesn’t just pretend to like it, he really does and is having the time of his life.

when the kids sleep in their parents’ bed, they’re all over him, but he’s such a deep sleeper that he doesn’t mind it (even if they kick him in their sleep).

happily carries his kids in a carrier or sling on hikes or walks. always smooching them. let’s his daughter dress him up and do his hair. zero fragile masculinity to be found.

(lil suggestive) he’s a hot dad fr. when he’s taking his kids to the playground, there’s usually several single moms hitting on him.

snores.

these are all so cute. very very cute and i'm gonna reply one by one

i like to imagine that when dad!nikolai has a baby on his chest, he's gonna pat them, just making sure they're comfy and stay asleep. imagine he's also napping while the tv is on and when mama wants to change the tv, he's like "i'm watching." like any other dads do lol

evie and i have similar discussion about this where he'd play rough with his kids and they actually enjoy it. like, he'd toss them to the pool and mama woukd be worried by how he's tossing the kids and yet the kids would come back to him to get tossed again. karol would definitely do that

tea parties with his daughter is like his favourite activity. he's a girl dad through and through. i think he also takes it a little too seriously as if he is the princess

i don't think he minds about the kids being in his bed but i feel like there will also come a time where he has to carry them back to their rooms lol. bed is the only place he can be a baby to mama ;]

nikolai doesn't have fragile masculinity and i stand by that ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ in fact, he would encourage his daughter to play dress up with him. also, when in love, this man is a simp so he certainly wouldn't let mama do a lot of labour

he is a hot dad fosho. he gets the attention of single mothers but he's loyal to the one and only—but, maybe it's a little different if he's a single dad himself. he's for sure wants to look hot to get the attention of someone else

[michaelmilligan]

I need to write fucked up Midam. And I don't mean that in the kinky way.

Michael liking Adam, but he's still an archangel and Adam is just a human. The body may have been originally Adam's, but now it's Michael's to use, and Adam only gets to do so if Michael feels like being nice. If Adam is too annoying, Michael will ignore him, maybe even shove him down into the depths of his own consciousness, until his mood lifts and he remembers to pull Adam out again.

They spent a lot of time together in the cage, but compared to the rest of Michael's existence, it's not that long. And humans don't live forever - Michael knows that Adam will be gone within a blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Adam has spent several human lifetimes with Michael, and he doesn't know how else to live anymore. If he's not with Michael, what is he even going to do? The comment about getting a little job was part joke and part an attempt to see if Michael would let him. Michael scoffed at it, though - and Adam never brought it up again.

Adam has no family, or none that he considers to be family, and no friends or even acquaintances who don't think he has been dead for over ten years. He has no one to return to, nowhere to go. The idea that Michael would leave him, the only person he truly knows in this world and who knows him - it's inconceivable. He would do anything to have that not happen, no matter how much it hurts when Michael pretends not to hear him for a whole day, or two, or when he pushes Adam down.

Adam has no power, while Michael holds all of it. Sometimes, Michael is gracious, and lets Adam eat, or interact with people. He brings them places Adam mentions he wants to see.

But Adam isn't in control. Not of his body, or even his own mind. He loves Michael - must love him, because what else could it be when the thought of Michael leaving makes him feel like shaking and crying, even though Michael would never let his body do that?

It must be love, and so Adam needs to make sure that Michael loves him too, that he will stay with him. He's good at that, at being the good son, the good human, the one who does what he's told and cheers up the person he cares about, without a care for his own feelings. He can make sure that his existence doesn't trouble that person, that the person will never wish they hadn't gotten him, that they will never abandon him.

He's good at that. He did it for nineteen years, and then for a thousand, and he will continue to do it until the day he dies, because if Michael doesn't stay with him until the end, if he leaves, then Adam doesn't know what to do except lay down and die.

[obsessivefreakandpartners]

I want settled down aziracrow to have kids so bad. It's canon that Crowley loves kids according to a Neil Gaiman post.

I want Crowley to be the fun dad who takes their kids on activities that Azi, the anxious ( yet more responsible ) dad, calls "too risky for kids".

I want Crowley to be overprotective of their daughters and their future boyfriends to fear him. When they are little kids, he often carries them on his back, makes funny faces at them, gets them to pull little cute pranks on Aziraphale who barely holds himself from bursting into laughter, pretending to be strict etc

I want Aziraphale to comb their hair, dress them nicely, teach them all sorts of things being the nerd he is, and encourage them with their own unique hobbies. He teaches them manners, how to be good to other people but also how to put the rude ones in their place with sassiness.

I want Crowley to always tell his kids that Aziraphale's stubbornness and some of his ways can be difficult at times but still lovable, for you can't love a person without accepting their whole core.

I want Aziraphale to explain to them that when Crowley is grumpy, or snappy, it's because he has been through so much in his life, that he is really worried about their well being and that's his way of expressing it even tho it's not the way to go.

I want one of their daughters to regularly steal the Bentley at age 16 because I love her giving Crowley crap . She is basically him in many ways and when he bitches , Aziraphale is like "does she remind you of a certain someone?".

I want one of their sons to date an extremely powerful yet sweetheart nephilim, with whom they often do dangerous crap during their adventures, trying to help humans, loved ones etc. ( even tho they probably shouldn't...) Aziraphale and Crowley have foulproofed the house, the bookshop, the bentley as they have been destroyed in the past in 100 different ways.

I want one of their daughters to be so obsessed with poisonous plants and animals that she basically fills her room with those. Sometimes they escape and they cause problems to human visitors, so Azi and Crowley have to heal them on a regular basis. She doesn't even know if there is an antidote against most of their bites but she counts on her dad's powers ( or maybe she hasn't thought of it that much...).

Their kids are good, caring, booksmart like Aziraphale and noble, rebellious and streetsmart like Crowley; truly a very powerful combination. You can't expect them to be mundane, everyday kids.

I want aziracrow to have a Second Arrangement according to which, if something happens to one of them, the other one has to go on for their kids.

Unlike the first Arrangement with which Crowley came up, this one was suggested by Aziraphale who knows how emotionally vulnerable Crowley can be without him.

They seal their arrangement with a kiss and a hug while spotting some shooting stars, wishing that they won't ever need that one.

[jermer10]

Yandere Scout with a civilian reader?

TF2 yandere scout x civilian reader

18+ only, gn reader | yandere scout my beloved

tw: yandere themes, stalking, graphic depictions of violence, non-consensual sexual activity

drabbles under the cut :P

Being the 10th class, 'The Civilian', you’re someone different, special in a way that the others aren't

You work behind the scenes, cleaning up the battlefield after each fight, being escorted from point A to B with sensitive information by whichever team had you for that week

Thus, Scout quickly becomes fixated, convinced that he’s the only one who can understand and protect you

His mind is always on you. During missions, downtime, and even in the middle of conversations with the team, you occupy his every thought

He imagines every scenario where he’s the one protecting you, keeping you safe, and, most importantly, keeping you his

Scout makes it a point to always know where you are, even when you think you’re alone he's there, watching from the shadows

You might think you hear footsteps behind you or feel eyes on you, but every time you look, no one's there, you start to spiral into a paranoid mess

Scout steps in as your personal confidant, gaslighting you into believing you're having some sort of stress related psychotic episode

His stalking becomes more brazen over time, but he always plays it off like it’s no big deal

Scout’s obsession with you knows no boundaries - most nights he sneaks into your room and watches you sleep (and yes, he touches himself to you)

He’s careful not to wake you, his eyes scanning every detail, convinced that no one else could ever appreciate you the way he does

Escalated from jerking off behind you, to rubbing his cock on your lips, to using your thighs as a fleshlight

He intentionally cums on pieces of clothing from your closet, he doesn't care if you notice, if you take them to Medic for analysis - the samples always seem to go missing anyway

Some nights he drugs you with the intention of actually fucking you, but he can never work up the courage, wanting to save your first time together for when you're officially his

His biggest fantasy is having you beg for him, he wants you to obsess over him in the way he does to you

He hates when anyone else talks to you, especially if you seem to enjoy their company

If another mercenary spends too much time around you, Scout gets jealous and finds ways to interrupt - whether it’s a poorly timed joke, pretending to need something urgently, or picking a fight with them, he won’t stop until they leave you alone

Scout likes to take little items as trophies or souvenirs, something to remind him of you when you’re not around (often repeatedly cumming on the items - marking his territory)

He feels entitled to your personal space and has no qualms about going through your things when you’re not there, sitting so close to you he's basically on top of you, hugging you and touching you without asking

If you ask for space or mention feeling uncomfortable he stops talking to you for days, making threatening and suicidal comments when you're in earshot

Eventually you apologize to him, and he makes sure you know how happy he is that you've "come to your senses"

"I dunno why you'd even think somethin' as stupid as that in the first place, I don't make ya uncomfortable, you're probably just feelin' totally flattered, babe! It's okay, sometimes I can't tell the difference either."

His obsession escalates into paranoia - he becomes convinced that everyone around you is trying to take you away from him

Even innocent interactions are blown out of proportion in his mind, and he’ll go to great lengths to ensure no one gets too close

He will sabotage others’ efforts to spend time with you, spreading rumors or even manipulating situations so that they’re pushed out of your life

It seems like everyone has picked up on his irrational behaviour except you, and god help the soul who tries to warn you, so they stay away and hope that his "crush" passes

If he feels like you’re pulling away or that someone else is threatening his claim on you, he might snap

In a worst-case scenario, he could take matters into his own hands, kidnapping you and isolating you somewhere he believes no one can hurt you

To Scout, everything he’s doing is out of love - his intense possessiveness, his constant stalking, and even the lengths he’s willing to go to keep you close are all justified in his mind

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tbh if no one had ever pointed out varg and marie being frauds i would have never noticed and would have genuinely thought they had a good life. it just seems so good to me. i am not that observant though

Don't feel bad for not observing this. They actually are very good at mentaining their image as the perfect nuclear family.

I would have a lot more to say about how they make things 'work', but I have no reason (gain) for why I should explain more.

I remember her telling women that they should give birth at home while she gave birth to all of her children in the hospital. There are so many examples of them playing this 'guru' role in illuminating people with their idealistic lifestyle. This is all a lie, of course, they mirror one another's behaviour, beliefs, etc.

Another thing that I would like to point out is that many people believe that Varg truly stands for what he says (politically, socially, economically, etc), but this is all false. Narcissists have a very blurred sense of self and little to no personality (this is found in the literature, not invented by me, look it up). He doesn't have a set of rules and morals that he goes by like most people do, he doesn't belong to any category of beliefs, he just associates himself with what he thinks will make him look stronger, wiser, more intelligent, etc, because he was a raging inferiority complex.

When he was much younger, pre Burzum-era, he wanted to be punk. Why? Because anarchists were 'cool and fearless' back then. This was the trend. He never cared about anything about their movement. Then, he shifted to extreme right because it was even 'cooler' in his mind. As an insecure boy, he wanted to be perceived as tough so he created this 'Varg image' (a false self) and everything that came after just so he could feel better about himself.

People believe that he is so strongly opinionated, but there are countless times in which it shows that he's not. He's empty inside. He doesn't hold value to anything.

If tomorrow an even 'cooler' political inclination/way of living and thinking appears, he will ditch all of his previous beliefs to be perceived as an even 'stronger' person. It's just so obvious.

I remember him talking about the pandemic one time feeling sorry for a man who lost his child because of the virus. That man was married to another man and had a profile picture with them, the kid and the LGBT flag behind them. People made memes about this as if 'Varg doesn't know who's he's talking with, wtf??'. Not he's well aware of who he's talking with, but he doesn't care. He does this on purpose to stir up reactions, and this is nothing new really. He talks about himself in the third person in tags and tweets. Why? Because he believes to be a celebrity.

As long as he will be given attention, he will continue to be just the way he is.

Marie is part of his brand, of course. She represents the 'mother bear'. She literally agrees that her oldest daughter (15-16) should be given to a mature man and be married with kids at this young age. They BOTH talk obsessively about fertility in young females (children), and they talk like this about their own kids. Do people still want to swear up and down that she is a good mother?

It's so easy to fool people nowadays by pretending that your life is perfect with a few pictures in nature and a bunch of seemingly 'wise' advices.

Varg is an open book, so easy to read. Whoever thinks that he is (or was ever) mysterious and intelligent is just as intelligent as him.