#I’m sleepy rn so if this doesn’t make sense-

[alphawolfstabs]

OKAY 🌊 just had a thought so fanfics are basically everyone’s little AU except in their on flavor, right? Hear me OUT, imagine if YOUR stuilly au met OTHER aus??? OKAY. CHOOSE LIKE 10 OR MORE/LESS STUILLY FICS YOUVE READ AND TELL ME HOW YOUR STUILLY WOULD REACT TO MEETING THEM

Hrmmm- this is an interesting thought actually!

I will say, I don’t read fics as much as I Write fics, which sad, however

I have read Sharps Debaser [not WoM purely because I wanna wait until a few more chaps are put first AAAHHH]

I think if My Stuilly met their Stuilly it would be a nightmare-

My Stu is more.. dependent on Billy I think? He acts when Billy says to act, Breathes when Billy Breathes- My Stu is very much “I love my best friend to the point of letting him get away with anything.” I do think Their Stu and My Stu would be friends, probably

The Billy’s however, is tougher.

I think Our Billy’s have this need to try and not get attached to anyone, which includes Stu. My Billy will do anything to try and drive everyone away before, and after, his plan.

I think Our Billy’s could agree on that and only that- if that makes sense?

I’ve Read Rivers “let the cameras roll” [Riv is that right ☹️ I can’t remember] and I think My Billy would punch their in the face

Our Stu’s would be silly goofy mutts together though

I can’t really think of anyone else’s fic that I’ve read BSKFBSKFB- I gotta read man

I’ve been meaning to read Cas’ Stuilly fic i just haven’t 😔😔

[aeoncss]

hihi! just came across your blog during a fixation trip on mike from fnaf. i love how u write the hcs, it's endearing (i don't make sense rn, sorry). could i request a fluffy with just a hint of nsfw with an olderbf! mike? like the reader is early 20s while he's in mid/late 20s..? the au thingy has me in a chokehold i don't wanna get out of anytime soon.. if you're not comfy, it's alright!

—°^°🍀

and i love her | olderbf!mike x fem!reader

an: anon, i was at work when you sent this and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since. because it also wasn’t specified, i’m using fem!reader for this prompt but i will gladly do a gn!reader version if that’s what you wanted instead <3 thank you so much too!!

cw: nsfw (18+!), hints to a unstable home life, mentions of insecurity.

the two of you first met while working at the local mall. you worked retail in one of the clothing shops mike used to frequent, and soon enough through time, the two of you began having breaks and lunches together. they were short and 9/10 times were always interrupted by somebody needing mike, but the time spent together was enjoyed nonetheless.

mike, honestly, didn’t think much of it until he brought abby over one day on his day off, needing to get her some new clothes for school. he stopped by your shop, saying a quick hello and allowed abby to look around for a minute while you two conversed.

after a bit, abby turned back around and skipped over to her older brother — standing beside him as her eyes glanced up at you from behind the vendor counter.

“are you my brother’s girlfriend?”

the panic that instantly flew into mike’s body left him speechless. wide eyed, lips parted, stuttering so hard he could barely speak. not to mention, how fast his cheeks grew red.

he couldn’t lie to himself, there was a growing reason why he started enjoying kept away moments with you. mike was slowly developing a crush, but the thought of it absolutely terrified him.

you two weren’t far apart in age, but he still had some years on you. you were in college, slowly beginning to make a name for yourself and a future worth working towards — while mike? he was using every second taking care of abby and attempting to keep their lives afloat just for her sake.

he didn’t have a support system, and truth be told, he was more than just down in the dumps. rock bottom was stirring in hot.

you deserved someone more stable. more capable than him, and god knows you would never look at someone like him.

however, a smile graced your lips rather than a shocked expression at abby’s question. you leaned over the counter, grinning as you dropped a dum-dum into her hand.

“we’re just good friends,” you chuckled - eyes flickering between mike and his little sister, “but who knows? fate is a funny thing.”

“what’s fate?” abby replied back, beaming at the lollipop now resting in her palm.

mike’s heart was fucking pounding. he couldn’t even hear you responding back to abby, all he could focus on was how his heartbeat echoed inside his ears and how hard his stomach fluttered.

soon after that, the two of you began dating. it only took one date and a late night kiss at your doorstep to make things official.

the dynamic of your relationship is different than anything mike has had in the past.

you keep him up to date with things he normally doesn’t pay attention to. what celebrity is dating who, what new fashion trends are in and out. things of that nature.

he absolutely fucking loves it when you start rambling about topics regarding that. he’ll sit and watch you, a quirked smile on his lips as he nods and hums along.

“angelina jolie and who? tell me more, hun.”

adores calling you pet names. prefers babe, baby, and honey.

when he’s sleepy, he is clingy — super clingy. doesn’t want to sleep without you because now he’s so used to having your weight against him and in his arms.

likes to sleep with his head on your lap or stomach, especially when the two of you are laying on his couch, but in bed he prefers being the big spoon with his head either on your shoulder or pressed against your back.

breakfast in bed MASTER.

loves, loves waking you up on a day off with some freshly made breakfast and a smoothie, if he has the groceries for it, and always admires the sleepy smile that stretches across your lips when you realize what’s happening.

mike also loves it whenever you go to him for advice. needing help with something rumbling in your car, needing to figure out how to send in a specific document or form, really basic and mundane stuff. but it makes his heart soar, knowing that you trust him enough to seek that from him.

absolutely knew he wanted to marry you the second abby began asking around for you more often, wanting to do girls-nights together and sleepovers.

the fact that abby loved you and trusted you enough as well — that was all mike needed.

the three of you try to have nights where you all go out or do something for abby at least a few times a week, if your work schedules allow it.

most of the time, it’s taking abby to the nearby park and watching her play around with her friends for a few hours before walking back home. or heading to a nice restaurant to have dinner together.

nsfw —

he was hesitant on being intimate with you for the first few months. not because he didn’t want to — trust me, he wanted to — but because it had been so long with his previous relationships that he was afraid of even bringing the topic up.

during a late night drive, wanting to look at some christmas lights being put up before the holiday, mike was going to bring it up..

however, it never exactly did — when you pulled him into the backseat after parking in a secluded area and riding him after.

now he’s not afraid lmao

mike is a fucking sucker for eating you out. man is a munch, all day every day.

with given consent, will absolutely wake you up by eating you out. groans into your pussy when you stir awake, slowly and tenderly rolling his tongue between your folds as you’re struggling to keep yourself quiet.

he’s not insanely dominant, but he has his moments, especially after a long day at work, where all he wants is to fuck you into the mattress.

hand on your head, moans being muffled by his pillow as he thrusts into you from behind — biting onto his shirt to keep himself quiet while he watches his cock sink into you over and over.

tries not to have rough or fast sex on his bed. it’s fucking squeaky.

if you’re going to take a shower, he’s coming with.

likes slowly thrusting into you while pushed up against the cold tile wall, fingers intertwined with your hands above your head as he moans softly into your mouth. goes at a steady pace, slowly dragging himself in and out between your walls until his head drops into the crook of your shoulder, a whimper falling from his lips as he fills you up.

lots, and i mean LOTS of praise. always when you’re riding him or if you’re in missionary together.

“that’s it— fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good..”

“yeah? you can take it. just a little bit more… just like that..”

aftercare always. even after a quickie right before work, he’s kissing you sweetly before getting dressed (all with a little bit a wobble to his legs), grabbing you a little snack and some water to get yourself going again.

or he’ll happily cuddle you in bed, bathing in the afterglow as you two settle your breaths and relax into one another.

will always love a bath together if you suggest it. whatever his baby wants, his baby is gonna get. mike will sit behind you in the tub, doesn’t even matter if it’s cramped or he’s sitting awkwardly, and will let you relax against him as he gently combs throughout your hair or helps you wash yourself off.

[cantalouupe]

could i request some cute sleepy sex with childe.. sleepy sex is all that’s on my mind rn i’m having the biggest brain rot

I took this and ran in the complete opposite direction and for that I apologize. Kind of became its own full thing, so woohoo. Sorry again for totally not following what you asked for haha, if it makes you feel better there is something in the near future including non-angsty childe sleepy sex

it was too soon (when that part of you was ripped away) PART 1 of 2

nsfw!!! mdni!!! childe x gn!reader

an attempt at angst (so sorry), hurt/comfort (partial comfort?), sleepy sex

You’re partially awake when he comes home, registering the quiet footsteps throughout your home, the distant sound of the shower running, the rustle of fabric in your bedroom. The blankets move and for a moment your back is exposed to cool air, before the mattress dips and he’s pressed up against you, solid and comforting.  

“Are you awake?”  

You huff. “No.” 

He laughs, soft and beautiful, his breath puffing out and ticking the skin on your neck. You prepare to wiggle away from him, but you’re sluggish with exhaustion and don’t feel like moving. Plus, his lips press to that same spot on your neck, and his pestering you while you’re trying to sleep doesn’t seem so bad (you never really minded in the first place, anyway). 

“You’re not going to turn around and face me?” If you were more awake you would, because you’d be rewarded with the sight of his face, illuminated by the faint moonlight glittering through the window—his hair was wet still, probably, darker from the water and pushed back out of his face—would his freckles be visible, lit up like stars and constellations, mirroring that of the night sky?  

He would kiss you if you were facing him, pushing his lips against yours, molding them to fit perfectly to yours. He’d kiss you until you had no breath left, and when you pull away, he’d start kissing you again before you’d even caught your breath.  

“I’m tired,” you refuse, even if the idea is appealing. You loved to kiss him, to feel him real and alive against you. Shouldn’t he be the one moving to face you? He probably knows that you’re thinking exactly that, because you can feel him smiling against you.  

“That’s alright, baby.” You can sense him above you, and for a minute you think he’s going to lean all the way over to capture your lips, but he presses them against your cheek instead.  

He settles back against you, supposedly going to sleep, until his hands make their way down your body and brush against your upper thigh. “Is this okay?” When you hum in response, he touches you, working you up until he can push into you. There isn’t any force or power—it will be one of those nights, where he rolls into you and the two of you are quietly breathing and moaning and for a while you are one. You liked those nights, where there was nothing to prove or say. The love always reverberated, filling the room until it was overwhelming.  

It’s leisurely, a slow enough pace that you could fall back asleep. But it was pleasant, constant pressure that built ever so slowly until you were both gasping against each other and the sheets. He touches you, caressing you, feeling you like it was the last time he’d be able to. 

The two of you are back to front, his chest pressed right up against your back. He grinds into you from behind, rubbing your insides in a way that has you whimpering, limp while he does all the work. It is faint but you can hear it, the noise of wet sliding, a subtle squelching each time he rolls into you a certain way. Neither of you speak, but you don’t need to, too drained to do anything but the unhurried push and pull, taking from each other what you both wanted.  

 His movements feel heavy, like it was taking up all his energy, and you realize that he was probably just as exhausted as you, having been away for a work trip the past week. Your heart swells painfully in your chest, big enough to burst. How much sleep had he gotten while he was away? 

 If only there was a way to keep him here, to keep him away from the dangers that he so willingly throws himself into. You know it would be wrong, like trapping a bird in a cage, clipping its wings and preventing it from flying. It’s impossible to keep Childe away from his line of work. He needed it the way you needed him, desperate and endless—to take him out of work would be equivalent to taking part of him away. He’d already been ripped apart all those years ago, when the ground had swallowed him whole. He clawed his way out and put himself back together the only way he knew how, forever different, tainted with some dark shadow that hung over him like storm clouds. There would be no changing him, no taking him apart and putting him back together, no carefully cutting that darkness away from the rest of his being—that was just who he was, now.  

Suddenly you feel devastated. Before you really register it and can stop it, you’re crying. Tears overflow like a pot of boiling water. You hiccup and sob, and him touching your face, feeling the tears and trying to wipe them just makes you cry harder. 

“Please don’t cry.”  

You’re more awake than you’ve been this whole time, but you can’t see him through hazy, tear-filled eyes. He is there, though, in front of you now, apologetic and sad while you clutch him with shaking hands.  

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I’m sorry. Don’t cry.” 

You want to be angry, but your anger died out to smolders and then ash long ago. There were only cold coals now, leaving you subdued. You wouldn’t scream or yell or beg him—you would not even ask. You have not cried about this since the beginning, when he’d come home bruised and banged up, acting like nothing was off at all. He had that look in his eyes, dull and lifeless but crazed—this was who he was. You loved him dearly despite tracking bloody footsteps through your house, and you loved him now. You loved him, but you feared for him, and what would one day become of him from following this path. 

He comforts you until the tears have soaked your pillow and your cheeks were dried, placing light kisses over your eyelids, on your cheeks, your forehead, and your lips. Only when you finally fall asleep does he kiss you again, long and slow, whispering a final “I’m sorry” to your sleeping face. 

Tomorrow, you’d wake up and he may be there, beside you in bed, looking more peaceful asleep than he’d ever look when awake. He’d wake up after you, allowing you time to drink in his presence, absorb it like rays of the sun. You would share a morning together, having breakfast and then falling back into bed, more desperate and carnal than the night before. In a perfect world, he’d stay for multiple days, and you’d have a schedule involving him, him, him. But this was not your dreams, and definitely not a perfect world. 

More than likely, he’ll be gone before you wake, and it will seem like he had never come back at all. There will be no trace of him, the first aid kit in its place under your bathroom sink, none of his dirty, bloodied clothing in the laundry, no sign of the shower being used to wash away the grime of a long journey. He’d left no marks on you, not even a single hickey blooming on your skin to show you he’d been there with you. He was a ghost, and you would not see him until another night when you expected him least. 

[gowonders]

So sorry, my writing kinda sucks

I meant G!P Hyeju as a Yandere Idol who’s like obsessed w her gf (reader) but reader cant tell anyone because Hyeju is a very loved idol and no one would believe her? I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense, my brain isn’t working rn😭😭

nooo bae don’t apologize, my english isn’t perf so i definitely don’t understand things a lot… 😋 also idk if this is good.. i don’t really write dark stuff like this and g!p.. but ykw.. i tried ⭐️

minors dni&lt;3

warnings: english isn’t my first language, not proofread, implied dubcon, drugging, toxic + manipulative hyeju, somno????, jerking off to you.. lmk if i missed any!

a grin across her face as she places a small tablet that could ruin hyejus career in your drink, swirling around the fizzing capsule before placing the glass in front of you. “mm, drink up, hon.” she says flatly, taking a sip of her own drink. your shaky hands reach out to wrap your fingers around the glass. you knew what would happen, if you drank it, you’d wake up feeling all fuzzy in the morning. if you didn’t, you were in for a nightmare of the world of hyeju threatening everything and anything about you. with a regretful sigh, you take a sip, or two, or another.. till the glass is gone. “see.. wasn’t that hard at all. was it? wasn’t that good?” hyeju coaxes, coming up behind you to rub at your shoulders. “yes but.. hyeju. the drinks you give me always make me feel weird.. like.. i wake up and feel staticky.” you mumble, looking down at the empty glass between your hands. this makes hyeju scoff and shake her head. “doll, it’s all in your head. why would i do anything like that? i’m an idol after all, you’d think out of all people, i’d be scared of being drugged. not some normal person like you.” she says in a flat tone, taking your glass to rinse it in the sink. “baby, aren’t you tired? why don’t we get you to sleep.” she says, and that you do. because you can never reject hyeju. what she says, goes.

you’re asleep. and unbeknownst to you, hyejus night isn’t near over yet. you’re so pretty when you sleep, lips parted, eyes shut, soft breaths as your chest rises and falls.. you look so vulnerable. so.. innocent. and it was really a shame that hyeju has to do this, but she really doesn’t want to be a bother, after all, you sleeping here was more than enough.

with a stiff groan, she’s already pulling her waistband down just enough to make her cock spring out. her eyes dart all over your unconscious body, and her fingers ever-so-slightly wrap around her length, her eyes gliding to your thighs, and a stifled moan leaves her at the thought of just being able to touch them. use them. to her own expense. you’d be so, so easy.

she was in for it now. all you had to do was wake up, she’d use you, all confused and sleepy for her.

[popquizhot-shot]

Haven't I-5

a/n :this is honestly a filler, but it's full of emotions and sadness and im actually really happy with how this came out<3 im so sorry it took literally two weeks but theres a lotta shit going on rn but thank you all so much for your comments and support i love all of you<33 Part 4-

When you’d  fallen under, Joel felt a fear he’d only felt a few times in his life. And the fact that it was for you frightened him. This was why Tommy should have come.

But why over you?  Was it because you reminded him of his girasol? Or was it because despite the arguments and the petty fights and horrible singing, he’d grown to care for you? It didn’t make sense, he’d met you two days ago, and one of the first things you’d done was argue with him.

You remind him of her. He couldn’t deny that. Your hair, the way you carried yourself. Your humour. Your eyes.

You shivered against him and his heart twisted as he felt your limbs shake. He held you tighter and reassured you. Ignoring the fact that there was a small chance you might not make it. You had spent quite a while in the water because he’d been searching for a way to get you out.

He didn’t want to think about you dying, Why? His heart screamed. Why do you care?

He didn’t need another failure on his hands. That was it.

His fingers that were splayed across your back felt a ridge? Or a bump. A tattoo. His fingers traced its shape.

Was this creepy? He slowly raised his head but you shifted and he jolted backwards. Creep.

“You okay?” your hoarse voice whispers. Shit she’s awake. 

He just grunted in reply.

“Joel, you need sleep.” he can feel her lips moving over his shoulder.

“I’m not sleepy just yet, Mitch.”

“All that talk and you’ll drop off like the old man you are in five minutes.” you chuckle slowly.

“Shut up and sleep, jeez.” he hugs you tighter. Because it’s cold.

It’s freezing and he doesn’t want you to die because he doesn’t need more guilt because he’s got enough on his hands.

He thinks of Amy. Of her lovely brown hair and forest eyes that stare into the depths of his soul. He thinks of her rare smile and how she has no qualms with being ruthless. He thinks of how her voice is harsh and her glare is sharp, cutting. He thinks of Ellie. Sweet Ellie who’s become like his daughter. He huffs out a quiet laugh because Ellie is not sweet. She is thunder and rain. She is everything good and right and yet a powerful firecracker. 

He knows they’re okay. He trusts Amy to take care of both herself and Ellie. But he needs to see it, because when he’s left to his own imagination, all he sees is death.

He needs you to be okay, because if you’re okay, then you’ll be able to take him to where his family is. To the people he loves.

He’s so lost in his thought he doesn’t notice his finger has been tracing the tattoo on your back and he stops as soon as he realizes. Idiot.

In a moment of insanity, he begins to hum. It’s a happy tune and he can feel your smile. It’s no Hank Williams or Johnny Cash. It’s a cheesy song that Sarah’s favourite band released.The very one she’d play non-stop so it got ingrained in his brain.

“Feel this love, my angel?” you ask him and his eyebrows shoot up.

“You know the stupid band?”

You nod, “Someone I knew loved the band. She’d play it everyday.”

There’s silence after that, and the only sound is the crackle of fire and the wind outside.

And then your croaky, hoarse voice rings out, “You…are, my fire.”

He groans, “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“The one…desire.. Humour me Miller.”

For a moment he contemplates covering your mouth so you shut up but he just sighs, “....Believe.” his voice cracks and you stifle a laugh, “Shush.”

He clears his throat, “..Believe when I say-”

“I want it that way.” you finish in unison.

“Now shut up and sleep, Mitch.” he says

“You go to sleep, Miller.”

The hours go by as you both snark each other and try to ignore the looming presence of possible death, you talk until you fall asleep from exhaustion.

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When the sun sets and it is night, you raise your head to look at Joel’s sleeping figure. This is creepy. 

You can feel the sunflower tattoo on his upper back. He’d gotten it for you and you’d gotten a guitar tattooed for him. His eyes flutter beneath his eyelids and he’s murmuring in his sleep. It’s something he’d done ever since the outbreak started. Your eyes roam his face and take in everything that has changed, and everything that remained. His full lips are chapped and his beard is still patchy. His brown hair had greyed over the years and it suited him. His fingers still twitched when he slept and he snored softly.

You drop your head and grit your teeth. After years of people gawking at your face, you scars didn’t faze you anymore. But now, you wish the face he looked at wasn’t the disfigured abomination that scared the shit out of little children. You wish your face was what it was before, the one that Joel had fallen in love with.

Years of building a wall around yourself proved useless because now you were just the foolish, insecure girl who still had hope. At this moment, you were not Mitch. You were not the woman behind the mask that the people in Jackson looked up to. You were sweet little girasol. Sunflower. The sweet girl who trusted too easily and wasn’t capable of shutting the fuck up. Joel always brought out that side of you because that was who he had fallen in love with. You felt stupid and pathetic because all that girl longed for was to be noticed, loved. To be someone’s first choice. She wanted her family and peace. She wanted to waltz with her husband and sing along to atrocious music with her daughter. She wanted heart wrenching arguments that ended in mumbled apologies and frantic kisses. She wanted to comfort her daughter and do her makeup.

You clench your jaw. That girl was the one who would get left behind if there was a crisis. She wasn’t fast enough. That girl was the one who people took advantage of. You were that girl no longer.

“You hungry?” Joel’s voice pulls out of your thoughts and you look up to find him staring at you.

You start to shake your head but your stomach grumbles and he chuckles, “I found canned food in the kitchen.”

“I know, Miller. I put them there. Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

As he rolls onto his back and sits up, you can see the tattoo. Yellow and brown etched onto his skin. It was a mutual gift for each other on your fifth wedding anniversary.

“Can you hand me my shirt?” you ask him.

“He reaches over and pats the grey fabric, “It’s still a bit damp. Here take this.” He gives you his brown coat. As you put the jacket on  and try and tame your hair, he wears his shirt and jeans and then heads to the kitchen. Leaving you alone and draped in his jacket.

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“So, what was your life like?” you ask him, because you can’t help yourself. You shove a forkful of whatever is on the plate into your mouth.

He freezes mid-chew and you resist the urge to look away. But you keep looking at him, no mask on, practically naked. Eating dinner made by his careful hands.

With a gulp he answers, “Content. Happy, I’d say. I was a contractor.” he pauses and rubs his left hand, “I..had a family.”

You hum in reply, “Were you still as grumpy as you are now?”

It shocks you to see a small lazy grin form on his face, “Sometimes, but my lady always made me feel better.”

You raise an eyebrow, and he stutters, “N-No I mean, not like that.”

If your memory serves you right, sometimes it was like that. 

“Forgive me, but I find it hard to believe you were married.” you’re being stupid. You’re riling him up. It’s foolish and immature.

His lips quirk up. It’s unnerving, “For a long time, I couldn’t believe it myself. But she and my daughter were my whole world.”

You knew better than to ask about Sarah, so you just smiled, “They seem nice.”

You fully expect him to flinch or turn away when you smile because it looks like a grimace. Many people did. 

He does nothing, only placing his plate on the table. It doesn’t faze him.

“Most people look away.” you tell him.

His eyes bore into your own, “I’m not most people.”

The silence is calming yet deafening. He’s so close yet so far away and all you have to do is tell him your name. All you have to do is turn around and take the jacket off and he’ll know.

He breaks the silence, “We’ll leave tomorrow morning, I reckon your clothes have already dried by now. That is, if you’re okay with me calling a few shots?” 

You snort, “Sure, Miller.”

He nod, “Alright, Mitch.”

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[planetdream]

hi dreamiieeee <3 how are you? i hope youre doing well!

looks... im thinking thoughts.

i'm not sure if this would count as a mtl, but.

what would be like skz's ranking on being strict during punishments? like not the hardest doms, but which would be like from not tolerating any disrespect to letting you get away with it if you beg enough 🥲 something like that!!

i hope that was clear?? i'm a little bit sleepy, so i'm sorry if i'm not making full sense!!

have a good day/night dreamie, take good care & ily 🫂🫂

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i got c****, writers block, little to no weed left n my mental health is hanging on by a teeny tiny thread so my life is in shambles rn (i’m being dramatic) other than that i’m doing fine ahah. how are you ???? hope all is well with you <3

aaaaa!!! i love this sooo much wooow thank you for sending it!!1!1! also hope i wrote this correctly oops—was overthinking it a lot ngl

not tolerating any disrespect

minho — he uses the classic dom three-strike system but it's only one strike—and he's usually sure to correct you on it after your initial "slip up". thereafter, any further disrespect and bratty behavior will not be tolerated and you will be dealt with as promptly as possible. and during the punishment, he doesn't let really give you any room to step out of line so you're gonna have to take what he gives you

seungmin — in hindsight, maybe acting an ass wasn't a good idea. if he doesn't completely ignore your attempts of being bratty or whatever, then he's doing whatever he needs to put you in your place. which includes shoving his fingers in your mouth so you can't beg him or lie about how ‘sorry’ you are (you both know you’re not)

chan — gives you so many chances to correct yourself before he has to snatch you up and your punishment ensues. he doesn't typically like punishing you, but he'll do so if he needs to. that being said, he's a total sucker for you so if you beg him real nicely (and maybe kiss on him real good) he just might let you off the hook (maybe).

changbin — yeah, so i just think he'd be a bit prideful. yes, you're absolutely speaking his language by begging him (or better yet, begging for him), but he's not gonna let you get away with it so easily, especially not if he was set on giving you a proper punishment. but having his cock in your mouth usually makes him forget that you acted out so...

jeongin — he wants to be taken seriously. and when you step out of line, he has to prove himself to you by putting you in your place. but damn, as much as he wants to prove himself, he folds so easily when you say the right words to him.

felix — all he has to do is pout at you for your behavior and you're on your knees for him. doesn’t like punishing you so he lets your behavior slide for the price of one (1) kiss. really just gives you whatever you want, as long as ur nice to him. but even he has his limits.

hyunjin — i just…don’t see him being too strict about punishments n stuff?? no explaination rlly (ahem..writers block) not to say he wouldn’t get a lil fed up or anything, he just…doesn’t care (will ignore your attempts of seeking out a funishment)

jisung — like felix in the sense that he will let you get away with anything if you at least give him a kiss. something that started off as the beginning of a punishment quickly turns into jisung making a mess in his pants and apologizing to you for it.

will let you get away with it

[smolchildlevy]

Could you do Kamado Tanjiro headcanons when the other Kamaboko squad finds him cuddling his girlfriend?

THATS ADORABLE YES

Kamaboko Squad seeing Tanjiro cuddling w/ his gf

Tanjiro Kamado x F!Reader

(Ft: Inosuke and Zenitsu)

Warnings: language, fluff, crack , me doing ‘<3’ too much lol, not proofread

A/N: this turned into a whole fic I’m sorry 😭✋ this is my first actual thing with KNY

-Ok ok so you guys (the squad) just got back from a mission together

-And y’all are tired asf

-Having said that, you guys went to the nearby inn (same one in the pic above lmao but different timing)

-There were four futons neatly placed on the flooring.

-And Inosuke took his, while Zenitsu took the one next to it.

-That left you and Tanjiro to have two right next to each other <3

-Side note: you and him felt that there was no need to say y’all were a thing since you thought they knew by now (spoiler: they didn’t)

-Y’all were exhausted and wanted to get some rest asap

-You said your good nights

-Inosuke fell asleep quick, followed by Zenitsu, then Tanjiro.

-You just couldn’t sleep

-And Tanjiro felt that something was wrong (his spidey senses or something I stg 💀)

-He opens his eyes slowly, still laced with sleepiness as he turns to face you.

-“Mm.. can’t sleep?” He asks, being careful to only whisper.

-“No..I can’t”

-“Well c’mere.” He moves over a bit on his futon to make room for you and lifts the blanket.

-You happily take the spot and cuddle up to your boyfriend.

-He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to his chest.

-You two fall asleep like that <33

-The next morning, Zenitsu is the first to wake up.

-And it doesn’t take long for him to see the state you two were in-

-My man is seeping with envy rn

-“TANJIROOOO HOW COULD YOU GET A GIRL BEFORE ME??? YOU LUCKY BASTARD!!” He shrieks

-That woke you all up lmao

-You all rub your eyes and stretch to fully wake up

-The boar head jumps up, staring at you two as well.

-You were still cuddling

-“Ha? Why are you doing that with her? Is this a way of fighting??” Inosuke asks

-“Uhhhh” Tanjiro blushes bashfully, “No, Inosuke, it’s not. It’s a way to show affection.”

-“I uhm- we thought you guys knew we were together by now-“ you blushed the same color as Tanjiro

-“Heh.. yeah.” He agrees.

-“YOU TRAITORRRR.” Zenitsu huffed

-Moral of the story, Zenitsu is incredibly jealous of how cute you two are and Inosuke is more or less confused. Meanwhile you two were all blushy n you are both cuties :))

[rianafying]

i’m sitting on the 51st floor of my friend’s apartment building, it’s a lounge area that looks over melbourne cbd and it is gorgeous, but the lights in this room are blinding. i’ve had a really long day and i’ll probably have an even longer one tomorrow but i don’t wanna leave this building. i feel safe here. i don’t wanna go back home. home is representative of my source of anxiety. home is messy and dirty. home is where the tasks await me. and i just can’t. so with my 48% battery on my phone, i will stay here for as long as i can. it’s already 10:31 pm. but it’s okay my house is a 5 minute walk away. i feel incredibly lonely tonight, like i’ve been craving some sort of romance. and ( very embarrassing ) physical touch. especially when i see or hear about other people in love, it makes me feel so alone. but this is not the time for me to date anyone. and i don’t really like the people i know. i have a therapy session booked for day after tomorrow, basically the day after this assignment is due. so hopefully my brain will be a little clearer by then.

i feel really sleepy and tired even though i overslept the last two days. it’s just that time of the month. pms and psoriasis. causing fatigue. i chopped off a lot of my hair today. didn’t really think it through but it’s fine. idrc. same when i dyed it black. i just do things and it doesn’t matter. it’s just hair.

my friend is really lucky she gets to live in this building. it’s quite a lot more expensive than my apartment. the one i live in is already too expensive for me but somehow i’m managing.

i sat super still for an hour so the motion detector wouldn’t catch me and the lights dimmed down and i stayed by the window for 2 more hours. i really didn’t wanna come back home but i was hungry so i did.

i had one of those chicken curry pies from woolies, i only bought them because they were on sale but damn they are so good, but normally they’re priced at 8$ for 2 pies which is out of my budget :((. but it’s okay i can make my own and freeze them.

2.75+4 + ingredients i already have i can make like a whole bunch of curry chicken pies. but it might not be as good as the store bought ones cause my little toaster that i use as a makeshift oven kind of sucks.

im still hungry, the little pie did not fill me up enough, which makes sense because i only had two tiny pieces of sushi in the last 30 hours. i’m craving another pie but i don’t have any. also something about having food with mayo makes me feel gross and oily. like it’s all over my face. i can’t stand it anymore. i’m so tired. i know ill be getting my periods soon because i have been getting cramps all day.

i finally found the time to open the bag of stuff my uncle dropped off because they’re moving and they no longer need em. there’s a whole bunch of sauces and spices in there. i wonder if my cousin bought these cause these are good ingredients. i’m kinda hungry but there’s nothing to cook at home. there’s pasta but it’s not gonna be substantial enough. i’ve been wanting to buy some parmesan for the longest time but it’s so expensive, and i go through it pretty fast because it’s too good not to. i also kind of like goat cheese, not really in pasta more with like fruit on toast. there’s a thing of frozen shrimp in my fridge afaik, but it’s stuck solid in with the ice layer in my fridge and i wrestled with it but i couldn’t get it out. i’ll just dump it out when i clean my fridge and let everything thaw. it will be okay. it was old anyway.

i’m just so hungry. but i’m just too lazy to make anything or get creative, or eat something i cooked. i wish there was like a sandwich or something i could eat rn. well there’s rice, surumi, wasabi, soy sauce, sriracha, mayo, chilli oil, carrots, and nori. but i just wish i had some cucumber. i’ll go buy some tomorrow along w some cooked shrimp. maybe the frozen cutlets. i kind of miss them.

[chalametsimp]

Heaven and Hell 18+

Pairings: Timothee Chalamet x Reader

Summary: Timothée has a Zoom meeting with the producers of his newest movie and you decide to be quite the distraction.

Warnings: smut, sloppy bj 😌, hair pulling, face f*cking, daddy kink?

Word Count: 2.1k

Authors Note: sorry this took me so long my mind is killing me rn. brain word salad. If any of this doesn’t make sense pls lmk lol. This is super hot I’m dying I hope u guys enjoy this. Ily. This will have a part two in the future. Also title inspired by Black Sabbath

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Visions of Timothée on top of you, thrusting and panting flashed through your head. Only a tantalizing dream, you were sleeping peacefully in bed. When you woke up, alarm blaring. You reached over and slammed on the sleep button to stop the incessant noise. Timothée wasn’t in bed with you. However, you knew this would be the case. He had mentioned a meeting with his agent and producers yesterday but in your sleepy haze, you forgot, frown spreading onto your face. Until you heard his voice, coming from the kitchen. Where he sat in front of his laptop at the table. Hearing him made you nearly spring from the bed. You didn’t bother to change out of the large t-shirt that belonged to Timothée before you made your way to the kitchen to start the coffee pot that you had prepared the night before. He barely noticed you because he was in the middle of an important conversation, eyes glued to the laptop in front of him. You watched as he spoke, charming smile on his lips. The sight of him made you ache once again and so you stood there, staring at him, eyes darting back and forth between the back of the laptop and his face. Your fingers tapped on the countertop while you waited for the pot to fill, causing him to glance up for a second. You could see his eyes light up before he made himself look back at the screen. On the bridge of his nose sat a pair of blue light filter glasses you had bought for him, afraid that the long meetings would hurt his beautiful eyes. They looked so good on him, it wasn’t helping the dirty thoughts that sparked through your synapses. When the producers started talking again, Timothée pressed mute and was immediately looking up at you, his genuine smile coming out to play when his eyes narrowed their gaze to you. “Morning, love.” He chirped before turning his attention back to the screen, listening to what they were telling him. You sighed quietly, wishing that his eyes were on you instead.

“Morning, honey.” You grinned, sleepiness just now starting to wipe away. The sleepiness suddenly replaced with a terrible, lovely idea. “How’s your meeting? Boring?” Do you need me to help make it a little more interesting? A thought not spoken.

“Yeah, super boring.” He hummed, thankfully still on mute “Do you want to go to breakfast after this?” The sun shining on him through the window made him look like an actual angel.

“Yeah,” you trailed off, mind wandering to other places “Sounds great, Timo.” And with that he was averting his attention back to the screen once again and took himself off of mute to speak to them. Your eyes stayed on him, thoughts growing more inappropriate by the second. You poured two mugs off coffee and made your way to the table where he was sat.

You placed both of the mugs on the table before you slowly sank to your knees and crawled closer to him, under the table, placing a kiss on the inside of his knee. His body jerked slightly “Uh-“ click. Mute. “Babe, what are you doing?” His voice was thick with confusion, but he didn’t seem upset about it.

“Nothing,” another kiss to his milky warm skin, higher this time, thankful for the boxers that he wore this morning instead of sweatpants “I’m not doing anything.”

You swore you could feel his eyes roll, until you started kissing farther up his thigh, kissing just underneath the fabric.

“Nothing, really?” Timothée’s voice was playful, not angry “Then what are you doing down there?” The producers were still talking, but you were sure he wasn’t paying all of his attention to them now. You stayed quiet for a moment, continuing to press kisses to his skin, a hand trailing up his thigh to press against his clothed cock, palming him gently. The other hand sweeping across his soft skin, relishing in the way his skin rose with goosebumps at your touch. “You’re definitely up to something.”

“No, I’m not.” You giggled “I’m not doing anything. Pay attention to your meeting, sounds important.” You tsked and listened as he turned mute off and started talking to them again, you kept up with the absentminded caress that he seemed to enjoy so much. You leaned forward and pressed kisses where your other hand had been, cotton rubbing against your lips, staying as quiet as possible. His hips jerked up slightly and his hand went to attempt to push you away. But it was in vain, you kept up your actions, fingers trailing farther up now to play with the band of his boxers. His hips squirmed a little and you suddenly pulled them down his thighs and to his ankles. He was already almost completely hard because of your prior teasing, so you leaned forward to press a kiss to his cock. The sentence he was speaking was suddenly cut short by the feeling of your mouth wrapping around the head of his cock, tongue swishing back and forth against him, an almost silent “uhh..” bubbling from his lips.

“Are you okay there, Timothée?” One of the men asked him. You didn’t hear his response, but he nodded his head. The producers started telling him about something else pertaining to the upcoming film. You pulled away and he choked back a whine, eyes moving down to see what you were up to. The perfect timing to witness a trail of spit leaving your lips, pooling in your palm before you grabbed ahold of his cock with the slick hand and slid your hand down and back up, wrapped around his erection. You knew in your heart he couldn’t handle it if you came in hot, even if you so badly wanted to feel him prodding your esophagus. His eyes widened and he forced himself to look back at the screen, not wanting to give anything away. Timothée grabbed the coffee mug and brought it to his lips, nearly choking as you licked a wet stripe up his cock. You lapped at his head, grip tightening around him.

“You okay, Timothée?” One of the other men questioned, voice soaked with concern. He nodded quickly and set the mug down with a large thunk following behind.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He lied through his teeth “I didn’t let it cool down, it’s a bit hot, that’s all.” You grinned, loving just how much this was affecting him. You almost felt bad, you didn’t want to embarrass him but you still decided this was too fun to stop or slow down. Your cheeks hollowed out and you enveloped more of him into your mouth, not all the way. You had to pace yourself so you didn’t become the gagging mess you wanted so desperately to be. Timothée snaked a hand into your hair, fingers spreading across your scalp. He pushed on your head gently, but his eyes were glued to the screen. You wished you could see his face. The frustration just barely noticeable, thoughtless gaze. Maybe his mouth was open just open a bit, afraid to give himself away but slowly going crazy.

You leaned closer, swallowing his cock further, nearly getting it just where you wanted it. You heard him groan quietly, it went unnoticed to everyone but you. It urged you on, you suckled around him, cheeks constricting around his cock. His hips jutted, pushing his cock further into your warm mouth, finally reaching your throat.

He clicked the mousepad, muting his microphone. “Baby, you’re killing me..” his voice was low and trailing, tugging gently at a piece of your hair. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”

You didn’t reply, not wanting to waste any time and you pushed yourself further, nose brushing against his tummy. The gag that bubbled from your throat was muffled almost completely. You pulled back and then back forward, over and over. Timothée was in heaven, it was so hard for him not to show it. He so badly wanted to slam the laptop closed, push his seat back so he could stand up and fuck your face. He figured that would be rude so instead he stayed where he was, finally unmuting himself to reply to a question that was asked, pulling his attention from you. His hips yearned to thrust upwards, to move, to do anything. He couldn’t, he was stuck in this conversation that he didn’t want to be in. His voice was shaky as he answered the question.

The other men were concerned again, speaking up “Timothée, are you sure you’re doing alright?” His grip on your hair tightened and his hips jerked, just once.

He lied again “I’m doing alright, really. Thank you.” So polite even when he was unbelievably distracted.

His gaze was distant as he looked at the screen, trying to listen to what they were saying. You continued your work, sliding him inside of your mouth and back out over and over, your hand replacing your mouth when it wasn’t there to do the job. Timothée groaned. And this time, everyone heard it.

“It seems you’re struggling with something, Timothée, we’llgive you a call tomorrow.” They didn’t sound mad, just concerned for him. He definitely was a great actor.

“Alright, talk to you guys tomorrow.” Barely finishing the sentencing, he slammed the laptop closed before he was scooting his chair back and spreading his legs a little bit, relaxing now into your touch. His hips thrusted up into your mouth, his head thrown back in pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” falling from his pink, wet, parted lips. He was free to make as much noise as he wanted to now. So he did, groaning and whimpering, eyes squeezed shut.

“So fucking good, baby.” He purred, finally looking down at your focused form, a hand trailing from your hair to your cheek. “Can daddy fuck your face, please? Your mouth feels so good.” Timothée’s voice was needy. You didn’t need to reply, you just tugged at his shirt for him to stand up as you readjusted your posture. He was more than happy to allow himself to be pulled to his feet. He was immediately thrusting into your mouth, gently at first. You moaned around him, sending vibrations through his spine. This was one of your favorite things too, but you wouldn’t admit that to him. Wouldn’t admit that you loved the feeling of his cock slamming down your throat. And the sounds, you loved the sounds that he produced with his cock. A maestro to an obscene orchestra. You gagged and choked around him, mouth filling with saliva

He continued, thrusts becoming harder now, a moaning mess. Your name tumbled from him over and over helplessly. When his hips started to slow, you knew he was getting close. You pulled away from his cock to suck the tip gingerly, your tongue swirling around him. You swallowed most of the excess saliva that ruminated in your mouth. You left some, just enough to let fall from your parted lips and cascade onto his glistening cock. You watched his reaction, fake innocent smile on your lips. He wasn’t sure he could take it. You spread the spit around his cock before you were back around him, enveloping him completely as you deep-throated him, his hands finding their way back onto your head, beckoning you impossibly closer.

Timothée couldn’t manage the words to let you know he was cumming, he just couldn’t help himself. His hips started to sputter and his hips stilled. He came down your throat, spilling warm, thick trails. You swallowed around him, tongue rubbing deliciously against his sensitive cock. He groaned loudly and stabled himself, hand resting on the table to do so. He pulled his hips back, out of your mouth and you leaned forward to lick the head to clean him off before you helped him pull his boxers back on.

“Thank you, baby.” He purred, his hand grazing your cheek before he was helping you onto feet.

“Anytime, my love.” You beamed, wrapping your arms around him. Timothée embraced you back, large hands running up and down your back.

“Now, how about we go get you some real breakfast.” He quipped, eliciting a giggle from you. The sound made him grin wide.

“Agreed, I need a shower first. You want to save some water and come with me?” The comment solidified to him that yeah, you’re definitely the one.

“I’d love to. As much as I want to fuck you in that shirt, I wouldn’t mind taking it off.”

[goldenbloodytears]

My lurker ass is a big fan of your work, would love to hear about Danny angst hours if you feel like it.

Sending you good vibes from down south

Oooh thank you so much anon! What a wonderful birthday gift.

Feel free to send me follow up asks if there’s any sort of specific angst scenario you’re curious about how Danny would react to, specifics can be very useful in helping me fine-tweak details.

My brain is a mega sleepy rn from finishing most of my finals + birthday, but I will try to elaborate on some of my thoughts of Danny angst events below the cut.

Mentions of divorce and doomed gay romance if anyone is sensitive to those.

I think the biggest one I’ve made a bit of mention so far is my headcanon about him being the child of divorce. I think he carries a lot of unprocessed abandonment issues and complex emotions related to that—I’ve been toying with the idea lately that he chose to stay with his dad, since he would have been old enough to have a say in the custody arrangement. However, I don’t think this protected him from mommy abandonment issues because I think his mom still felt lowkey rejected by him… and then basically proceeded to have minimum contact with him? She rebuilt her life, got remarried and had his three half-siblings.

And that’s going to still be devastating to a kid. Because as much as you have a vague idea of what your choice means, almost nobody really explains to kids the consequences of what their choices are before hand, even for incredibly benign choices sometimes.

I’m still trying to decide what the outcome of Danny committing patricide is—did he get caught in Utah? Is this the event which put him on the run? Has he been running ever since?

I kinda wish BHVR would give us another tome just so I don’t have to make the decision.

I’m drawn to the idea that he got caught but his mom managed to literally and metaphorically bail him out, it just… gets caught against my sense of disbelief. The amount of Law and Order I ingest doesn’t give me much to go off of—maybe a hung jury? That could be interesting. Like his killing of his dad sounds like it could be pled down to manslaughter, but I have a hard time picturing him not getting convicted if that makes sense…. But at the same time, a prior conviction feels like it complicates his background. It’s really a lot. It’s something I need more feedback on because… well, it’s so much to think about.

Another angst related idea I’ve been toying with as background for my fic includes whether Danny has had a doomed infatuation with someone before—Sam is a particularly butchy bi woman at times and the idea that her character might remind Danny of somebody he’s known in the past was… intriguing. I’ve been visualizing a sort of doomed ho-yay unresolved sexual tension relationship with a guy in his background… maybe even the original “owner” of one of Danny’s aliases?

It’s Jed lol

It’s at least partly inspired by how some fan-artists make Danny and Jed look like completely different people. I don’t know if it will stay Jed, the idea is very… half-baked, and I worry it will make Danny and Sam too similar if they both have a doomed gay romance lol

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

questions that only your mind can answer:

1. suguru as a poet. y/n? if y, who do you think his favorite poet would be?

2. what siken poem is the most sugu coded?

3. if satoru was a type of poem what kind would he be and why?

thank you for your time my ari.

WAHHHHH MY IO……… 🥺🥺🥺 you have no idea how loud i squealed when i saw this LMAO thank you sm for giving me an excuse to gush over stsg and poetry at the same time i feel so privilieged 😭😭😭 UMMM UM LET ME THINK!!!!

1/ first off. BIG yes. huge yes. he’s so poetcoded it makes me ILL. io i’m convincedddd that this man would be a literature major and i’m not just saying that bc i’m biased ok…. i just feel like he would have a fondness for the arts yk :33 particularly writing. i can picture him as a poet so easily bc everything he does and says is flowery and soft…. poet!sugu would make us swoooooon

i’m a bit sleepy rn so at first i thought you meant y/n as in like .. The Reader 😭😭 BUT THEN I STARTED THINKING ABT POET!READER TOO AND. wow. theee power couple ever !!! aaa io he’d be so perfect :((( sugu would be such a supportive bf no matter what his s/o did for a living but w any kind of writer i just think he’d be so Good. proofreads for you all the time!! he’s your most loyal reader… your biggest fan…. reads alllll your little poems when you’re away and he misses you :((( and he writes you his own !!! they’re so mushy and pretty and sweet…… hhhh. he’s just. the best!!! T_T brags abt your writing to satoru alllll the time but doesn’t let him read any of it w/o your consent (maybe even with it LMAO)… i just think he’d feel so honoured if his shy little poet!s/o only let him read their works :’3

nooo i’m not projecting at alllll… wdym…..

OOOHH AND AND. his favorite poets!!! as much as i’d love to say siken i don’t think that’s really his style. suguru strikes me as the type to enjoy very flowery writing, a bit musical-leaning in the rhythm and structure and stuff!! also season-based…. i’m thinking verlaine and rimbaud and nakahara. french symbolist poets and anyone inspired by them!! as for a more modern example i think he lovesss mary oliver and louise glück :3 october is one of his favorites!!! these lines remind me a lot of him….

Summer after summer has ended, balm after violence: it does me no good to be good to me now; violence has changed me.

This is the present, an allegory of waste. So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate: the ideal burns in you like a fever. Or not like a fever, like a second heart.

This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us. Surely it is a privilege to approach the end still believing in something.

hmmm….. a part of me wants to say he really enjoys frank bidart too. the war of vaslav nijinsky makes me think of him!!! :0 the themes of morality and guilt.. especially this line for some reason:

romola. diaghilev. i have eaten the world.

maybe it’s bc of his ct but . i just feel like he’d enjoy poetry abt hunger and eating in a more abstract sense… devouring…. etcetc. it’s a big contrast to the usual nature-based flowery prose he reads but sugu loves having his contrasts so. i think it makes sense!!

all in all i think he has very good taste. he’s not afraid to dip his toes into other genres either!!

2/ IO . 🥺🥺 MY SWEETHEART….. i literally cried i can’t believe you’re indulging me like this i started shaking w excitement……… i just went through crush + war of the foxes and if i had to narrow it down to just a single poem (<- extremely difficult task!! pls be proud) it’d have to be…… little beast.

if i had to sum this poem up with two words they’d be violent and tender… which is the case for all of siken’s poems tbf 😭 but that yearning for tenderness in the midst of violence is just so, so evident here. it always guts me. there are softer poems that i’d compare suguru to, but if we’re talking about canon suguru, his connection to satoru, his fate and ideals and desperate yearning for love… then i think this one is the most fitting.

obv this is tied to my own interpretation but!! at the end of the day. i see suguru as someone who craves tenderness. he craves love and intimacy and what drove him to his breaking point was the realization that he wouldn’t get it without slaughter. i think that line between violence/gentleness drives him insane but he has no choice but to tiptoe around it. and that’s what this poem makes me think of. some lines remind me of stsg and that dichotomy in their relationship, others just of suguru and his mental state…. and also his charm. that dangerous edge to him. the contrasting softness. the poem gets more violent as it goes on but the love never fades and that’s what really gets me.

the radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. it’s thinking of love. it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster. that’s a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey and kisses for everyone.

someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.

i know history. there are many names in history but none of them are ours.

you could drown in those eyes, i said. the fact of his pulse, the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire not to disturb the air around him.

you could drown in those eyes, i said, so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

more frequently i was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of lullabies.

but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

we pull our boots on with both hands but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all i can do is stand on the curb and say sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.

…… honourable mentions to landscape with fruit rot and millipede + birds hover the trampled field + snow and dirty rain

3/ aaaand finally !!! this question was kinda tough… but soooo much fun to think abt. <33

i think satoru is the kind of poem that stays with you forever. the kind that pulls you in with a really gripping opening line, forces you to read it all in one sitting, and then you’re left wondering what the hell it was even about. flowery but with no real substance until you dig really deep, and then it’s all you can see. the kind of poem you could pick apart for hours and hours……. a real gem. but it’s comforting, above all else. he’s like a collection of poetry that makes you smile just to hold it!!! :>

now !!! some questions for you !!!!! >:3

how do you think satoru would be w a poet!s/o?

any thoughts on poet!nanami..? 👀

[vierss-herondale]

😊! Why did Emma say that the Carstairs are indebted to the Herondales?

Hi! 🌻

I'm so sorry for taking so long, I forgot to answer! I've been busy with the holidays and everything 🫣

Well in CoHF Emma just said that she heard her father tell her mom that "the Carstairs owe the Herondales", but she didn't really know why. So I had to do a little research because I myself don't know either 😂

I thought that question was already answered on the books and I just didn't remembered but apparently Cassie said that it's going to be answered on TLH:

The Carstairs owe the Herondales (and the Herondales owe the Carstairs) because of the events of The Infernal Devices, and also the Last Hours – so you’re more likely to learn about why the Herondales and Carstairs owe each other from way back (beyond the manner in which they clearly already do in TID, as Will and Jem saved each other’s lives) in TLH than in TDA.

And so far we still don't know so it's likely we'll get the answer on the last book. But I'm being honest I don't think there's just one right answer but a bunch of events (like Cassie said, the events of TID and TLH)

There's a few theories out there that seem likely to me, so I'm gonna let them here:

Honestly I've been trying to get a solid reason for this myself for a while. But it doesnt seem to be specified exactly anywhere. I think its just general parabatai stuff: that Jem feels he owes his life to Will since Will helped give his short life some meaning as well as taking care of Tessa after Jem became a silent brother. Or that it may more specifically reference when Will left Jems death bed to save Tessa. But if it is just the general thing (and not that specific thing), while Will owes Jem as well, Will hasnt been alive 150 years to keep enforcing it to younger generations (like how Emma knows it). They may be even to us but people always feel they owe someone special to them, no matter how much they may have done in return. From here

The reason (what I think is) during the ending of the clockwork princess Will refuses the sword Cortana and tells Jem's uncle to give the sword to his own children. Thus the 'Carstairs owe the Herondales'. From here (I like this one a lot)

Actually, I think this is not because of Will and Jem. If you remember, John Carstairs says it to Emma, and it doesn’t make sense that 100 and some more years ahead, the reason is two parabatais that loved each other so much (all are supposed to). I think the real reason will be revealed in TLH: as we already know Jamie doesn’t marry Cordelia because he loves her, but because that wedding would somehow save the Carstairs. If you have read the first chapter of TLH (spoiler ahead) you know that Elias was accused of causing the deaths of a group of shadowhunters, so I think that “Carstairs owe Herondales” means that probably Jamie washed some kind of shame away from their name marrying Cordelia. That could be a more understandable reason I think... From here

I think it is because Will put his hand in fire for Jem. From here

This one is a THEORY: Now what this sounds like to me is that Sona dies having the upcoming Carstairs baby and Cordelia and James fricking adopt the child. Either I’m sleepy rn, or it seems pretty clear she’s implying that Jem made the tree and specifically hid the Carstairs records because of these reasons. (Heck, Sona isn’t even listed on the Tree- why replace her with a Colette Verlac?) At the end of The Dark Artifices, Jem and Tessa adopt Kit. Perhaps this is (besides them loving Kit with their whole hearts) the Carstairs’ way of thanking James and Cordelia for raising the mystery Carstairs baby that Sona is having as their own: by raising a parentless Herondale child out of love, in the same way that Jordelia perhaps eventually do for the Carstairs baby. A Carstairs child raised as a Herondale with love. And a Herondale child raised by the Carstairs with love. Tit for tat, the debt is paid in full. From here

I want to hear more theories, what you all think? 👀

[echo-echo31]

Were!cat hellinios you say? We’ll have I got a treat for you; SLOW 👏 BLINKS 👏

Assuming Markus and Illy are both “big cats” (leopards, jaguars, lions, snow leopards, or tigers) then technically speaking they wouldn’t be able to purr in their cat forms, since the five big cats don’t have the ability to purr in the way cats do as in evolution they sacrificed that for roaring. However, there is one sign of affection that is universal for all cats, big or small; the slow blink. All cats will do a slow and calm squinty-eyed blink to show love and trust, as closing their eyes makes them extremely vulnerable to predators and other threats - so if your cat makes direct eye contact with you and gives a very sleepy looking blink, that means you’ve won both their trust and their heart! And you can do it back at them to let them know the feeling is mutual, they will understand the message 💕

All of this being said, I like the idea of Markus and Illy both being closed-off and hesitant with being vulnerable around each other, for whatever reason - because of their jobs, the fact that they’re on opposite sides of a personal feud, just their personalities, etc - but slowly, slowly feeling their walls come down and doing their best not to show it to each other. They’re in denial about the fact that they’re falling in love, but they just can’t help it.

I’m imagining a scene where the two of them end up sleeping together (in the literal sense, no sexytimes - yet 😏), either in their cat forms or human forms, and as they’re both starting to fall asleep, maybe while Illy is talking about one of his adventures, Markus (I feel like he’d be more likely to confess first, idk why) slow blinks at Illy. At first Illy doesn’t get it, bc they’re both half asleep and he passes it off as Markus trying to stay awake and listen to the story just a little longer, but then he has to go back in his himbo brain for a second and remember what that gesture means in werecat culture and he suddenly just snaps to attention like “YOU LOVE ME???”, and Markus, still being half asleep, just goes “ugggghhhhh I was hoping you’d be too tired to notice, dammit”

Anyway that leads to Illy waking Markus up again, followed by a whole night of them talking to each other about how they feel, and how they’ve felt for a long time, and also both being really surprised that their feelings were reciprocated.

Before falling asleep again, Illy looks Markus in the eyes and does a slow blink back, and in that moment Markus knows he is loved. 🥰

People always question them on why they never vocally say “I love you” to each other, and their excuse is always that “it’s a werecat thing”, bc y’know, normal people just don’t understand 😤

~ @sammys-magical-au

P.S. while I was writing this I got the idea that Markus gives Illy the nickname “Silly Illy” - Illy hates it 😂

i am slow blinking at this rn

[buckmepapi]

IM. Not. Okay. I’m having an aneurysm. I’ve been seeing this guy for a few weeks now. He came to my home for the first time last night. In my room. Where my bookshelf’s are.

He picked up a spicy book and asked why I had little post it notes on some pages. He got to the smut page. Fuck. My. Life.

He read a few lines, set it back (in the right place may I add!) tapped the book and said “that’s good to know”

WHAT WAS GOOD TO KNOW!! Home girl was getting RAILED in the book. I’m not prepared to see this man again

(Side note My Killer Vacation by Tessa Bailey is a good read 5/5 would recommend)

OOOOOOH CHILE ,,, that was spicy and he deffo seems like he’d be planning some shit 🍆

I’ve actually never read an actual smut novel, so I will 100 percent check it out !!!!

Also I’m gonna post some long soppy shit rn; I finally left that toxic ass guy back in April that I was seeing for like 4 years (some of u may recall posts I made bc literally every single one of u would reply to the posts telling me to get out asap lol) and I started seeing this guy in June and boy lemme tell you

He is a skinny nerdy tattooed guy that radiates alt dilf energy with his sense of fashion and has a big thick dick that curves lord have mercy

He is literally so emotionally mature, like my god he treats me like royalty and will do anything for me. He moans and whimpers when we fuck, he’s also starting to come out of his shell and talk abit during sex now which I’m dying over, he knows all my kinks and is on bored, even jokes about breeding and I’m like 👀👀👀👀👀

He eats pussy like a god like I’ve never had sex feel good before. I’ve spoken about sex before on my page and I was pretty much lying bc I was overcompensating bc sex has never felt good for me but everytime this guy fucks me I feel like I’m in heaven and I’m always saying “oh my god?” Or “how are you doing that??”

Side note; I still can’t cum though. It’s not really him bc he feels incredible when he does literally anything I get all over chills I just get too inside my head bc no one’s ever made me cum but myself but he’s getting their with praise and reassurance and verbal stuff like dirty talk etc so I know damn well he’ll be able to do it one day. He understands and doesn’t get defensive or upset and blame me , he listens to what I want and learns.

Like I can not reiterate how this man is so mature emotionally and mentally, he’s empathetic, we’ve cried in front of each other many times. He even cries when I cry lol, when I’m upset he crouches down in front of me and holds t my face and looks at me when he speaks to me and kisses my forehead and I AHHSJDLSOAJSKA

We’ve said I love you to each other now, we’re dating/seeing each other exclusively and have been since we first met. We aren’t in a relationship yet and we’ve discussed it before but due to our past issues we’re taking it slow and waiting till it feels right so we don’t rush into anything too quick.

And!!! I let this man sleep over at my house every weekend. If y’all know me y’all know I have insomnia and also can’t sleep around people whatsoever. I feel so sleepy around him constantly and fall asleep next to him within 30 mins — he literally makes my inner child feel so safe and protected.

He understands my disabilities, is learning sign language to communicate with me when I can’t hear, helps me when I’m non verbal, looks after me when I’m in pain or tired, he understands my sensory issues and doesnt say hateful things to me about my disabilities or triggers. He understands my CPTSD and helps me during episodes — this man !! Holy shit!!!

That’s why I’ve been so quite as well bc I’m so happy ;; he’s coming over tomorrow after his shift at work and will be here till Monday AAAAAAAA

[f0xgl0v3]

Okay- first off

Working on the 1st big draft of camp! Obviously I’ve changed some things but I’m glad to be actually working on it. This is just a, more detailed plan because obviously not everything measured and pretty and whatever and numbering doesn’t make sense but I wasn’t planning it.

Also I started helping my friend learn how to draw!! He said he wanted to learn and I just sorta explained it the best I could for my style, I made sure to tell him my stuff isn’t the opitomy of art but he had so much progress from the beginning to the end!

Also I might’ve put off a mall trip because of my overwhelming anxiety that comes with buying things. But that is a topic for like very sleepy crying Kleos to go out out on the internet rather than me at the moment. But just know I might haul pic in the future if I’m very proud of myself.

Also Kleos in PJO tv show! It was really funny because yesterday I was gonna make a pinned post explaining my name but I’m very happy it popped up in the show! And that I don’t have to word-vomit my explanation B]

AND CHRIS- AND LUKE OMG- AND MR. D

Okay, I’ll talk about that later, but update on the map and like my life rn I guess- also getting ready to start practicing the LeFou audition for my drama club!

I’ll probably post tmr more updates-

[twinstarlovers]

K I need to talk about my nightmare rn I can’t sleep ugh. So like idk bruh. It negative & personal. I remember I was playing a game? On my parents. Well not a game. Idk tbh. I just remember doing shit in the basement like being sneaky. I remember going near where my parents were sleeping & I played the tv or some game I’m not sure but I remember it was vampires turning but like in a disgusting disturbing way. The point was my mom was suppose to wakeup & get scared apparently & then I was playing a trick on my dad like I was playing sum or whatever idk & basically telling him to r4pe me (he was asleep) & I was like let’s see if he actually does it. He wasn’t suppose to do it if my game or plan was working out which was suppose to be my mom waking up but she wasn’t waking up & so he actually grabbed me & was about to do shit. Fuck no. Part of me in the dream in a way was tryna tap into his subconscious & see if he would really do this to me & yeah it worked. My mom… she didn’t wakeup when I wanted her to. The video or whatever was playing was suppose to scare her awake. I think possibly do something to her I don’t remember. I remember another part of the dream that everyone was talking shit about me. I guess I was acting all care free & shit & then a bunch of people said something about my grandpa but I think they are mistaking it for my dad but my dreams would not make a mistake at the same time but it was like my grandpa aka dad is actually controlling me I believe or like people were saying my life is actually a lie. You know this seems like it could just be me but no… my dreams are never like this unless I attracted sum & I don’t even know how bruh. I literally be waking up sleepy as hell. I cannot fucking sleep. I would be having the best sleep of my life rn. It’s hard to sleep during the day too because from lack of sleep it makes me wide awake but even if I do get a chance to sleep, im not actually resting well like idk. K I’m thinking now about what it means for me k guess. It seems like I want her to see me transition? I think basically I’m the vampire & vampires are about societal & religious deviancy which is me I guess lol. Whatever I wanted her to see was a video or whatever of vampires transitioning into a full on vampire & it was disturbing. It’s like I want her to see this. It’s not disturbing to me but to her. I wonder if this is her not wanting to see me like this tho because she has been avoiding me like this is the first time we are not in good terms & haven’t bounced back like something is broken & I feel it too. She also told me “I don’t wanna see this”. She said she mainly wants to move away because she rather hear then see shit & I know she was talking about me before she told me what she found out regarding me. Lol everyone is so dramatic. She’s literally disowning me for smoking bye. I remember the day she found out before I actually realized she found out. She was looking at me w wide eyes the entire day & I knew something was off but didn’t think nothing of it. It’s like she looked at me like she saw a ghost or knew something. I didn’t feel like saying it out loud like I always do cus she always lies & says nothing but she was acting different towards me & I found out later that night why but anyways yeah it’s either her purposely tryna ignore my ‘transition’ of her seeing my real self or it’s me wanting her to see me be like this. I actually don’t want her to see my real self so idk. I think the whole dad thing makes sense now because my mom & him are the same but she takes me out of the house & shit like I get more out of my mom than my dad & my dad is like my biggest enemy lol but now she’s not there so it’s like it’s showing me that she’s not gonna wakeup or doesn’t want to which means she’s not gonna get over this… anytime soon at least. My dad is bouncing back but that’s cus he doesn’t know about me smoking so he’s been normal but I’m still holding shit against him because he’s not a good person like I don’t need to be dealing w his negative energy, just as my moms but I need to so now…