#Mmmmm... how indulgent

[jennifer-jeong]

Smut | AFAB!Reader Voice Message

SUMMARY He's on a work trip and you decide to record him a little gift

CONTENT NSFW, 18+, smut, assigned female at birth (AFAB) reader, m and f masturbation, sex toy usage, orgasm, implied relationship, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

WORD COUNT: 1278

GOJO SATORU, KAMO CHOSO, AVENTURINE, RAFAYEL, MARIUS VON HAGEN

It was a nice evening, the sun was just setting and there was a nice breeze coming through the window of your apartment that you shared with your lovely boyfriend. He was on a work trip so you were feeling a bit lonely and also a bit… needy. Yeah it had only been a week but could you really blame yourself? You were ovulating, of course you kinda needed him. So, sitting up in bed and feeling a bit cheeky, you decide to record him a little message. A video message felt like a bit too much of an endeavor so you settled on an audio message. After preparing your favorite “materials” you pressed record.

He was only a few time zones away so it wasn’t too late at night for him yet. He heard the notification come up on his phone and read it over.

Heyyyy, I’ve been missing you so I made this for you cuz I thought you might be missing me too pookieee <3 enjoy with headphones ;)

Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow and then smiled, realizing what you had probably done. He was in his hotel room for the night so he figured he’d get ready for bed and take a little listen and indulge himself.

After situating himself in bed in his pj’s (sweatpants and a white t-shirt), he replied to your text.

Hey pretty girl, miss you too <3 I’m about to give it a listen 😏

You liked the message and waited for his response, having already finished yourself.

After seeing your reaction, he put in his earbuds and turned off his light, setting his phone down on the nightstand. He pressed play, closed his eyes, and your pretty voice filled his ears.

“Hey baby” you said out of breath already. “I miss you- mmmphff” his eyes shot open and his cock twitched. Your heavy breathing and light moans sending a wave of lust through his body as he swallowed hard.

“hah ngh… miss you a lot… hah- wish you were here- mmm!” His eyes started to roll back into his head as he clenched his jaw, hands sliding down to palm his already half hard cock.

“Wish this was you inside me,” you said, followed by moans. “You always fill me up s’gooood… nothing feels the same.” He could hear your vibrator buzzing in the background of the audio, turning him on even more knowing that you were actually getting yourself off just thinking about him. He threw his head back, pushing it into the pillow thinking about how you were fucking yourself with a dildo and upset that it wasn’t his dick. He let out a light moan at the thought and touched himself through his pants, painfully hard at this point.

“Only you make me feel that good baby, I really need you,” he could hear your small “ah’s” and the occasional “mmph” between your sentences. “I’ll make you feel s’good when you’re back,” that made him roll his eyes back again, blinking slow and with lidded eyes thinking about you.

“Sorry this is all I can do for you now baby,” he started pulling down his sweats and boxers, “...the only way I can help get you off.” He groaned when he finally freed his cock out of the confines of his pants.

“Bet you’re already all hot and bothered hm?” you giggle “not that I mind.” He moaned at your slight teasing. “Thinking about it actually turns me on more- ngh,” he started to stroke himself, his tip sensitive and leaky because of you.

“Mmmmm fffucckkkk” you moaned lowly “m’ close daddy.” He let out a shaky sigh hearing the pet name, it was so fucking filthy that it was erotic to him but he still loved it and you did too.

You continued to edge yourself closer and closer to the edge in the recording and he followed suit. Your moans got more and more whiny and loud, barely able to think of more dirty talk for him because your brain was in overdrive focusing on all the stimulation. He adored this part of the recording though, just listening to you pleasure yourself, saying the occasional “feels s’good” or “yes” between needy whines.

Your already fast breathing picked up a minute or two later and he noticed it, knowing that you were already close. “P-please cum with me,” you sobbed out, “I need ittt… hgnhh.”

Your boyfriend cursed under his breath trying not to let out too much noise in the hotel room. But it was so difficult when you made him so sensitive and you weren’t even here. He sped up his hand, having it now well lubricated with a mixture of precum and saliva he spit onto his hand. The erotic wet sounds of him stroking himself paired perfectly with your recording to turn him on to the absolute max.

“I’m thinking about you,” your voice starts again, clearly shaky. “How it feels when we cum t-together mmm,” you say through labored breathing. At this point you’ve managed to bring him to the edge with you, he’s bucking his hips upwards, fucking his fist imagining it was your gummy pussy squeezing him so heavenly like you always do. His hair is starting to stick to his forehead slightly as his body continues to overheat from all the pleasure. He grabs his shirt and pulls it up to hold between his teeth preemptively, not wanting to stain his shirt and also to muffle any moans that escape.

“Fuckkk- ugh- mmm!” you cry through the phone as his body tenses, abs spasming as he fucks his fist and free hand gripping the sheets. “G-gonna… gonna cum!” you babble as you breathe heavy into the mic, each moan rising in pitch until your breath hitches, letting out loud groans as your waves crash over you. “hh- ah! c-cumming! hmmnnnnn cummingg nghhh” he hears in his ears, throwing him over the edge with you as he thinks about how your walls clench and twitch on him when you cum. How you gush arousal all over him when you finish on his cock. His own breathing has sped up at this point as he bites down on his shirt and lets out a strained “f-fuck!” and moans your name quietly. Ropes of cum cover his torso as his hips stutter upwards into his hand. His legs are shaky as he comes down from his high, riding through it with slow strokes, almost overstimulating himself since you were still coming down.

Slowly your breathing slowed and you ended the recording with a quiet “love you baby.” He took his earbuds out and blinked a few times, taking deep breaths as he lays there, enjoying his afterglow and also thinking a bit of “wow… well that just happened.” He stays in that moment a while longer before grabbing the nearby tissue box to clean himself up and run to the washroom quickly before settling back down in bed to text you a reply.

Holy fuck I’m saving that Omg did you like it I fucking loved it wow You really just made me that for free LMFAO mm hmm just for you baby Don’t worry I’ll be sure to give you a payment in another way plus the tip of course Idk if the pun makes that better or worse. ANYWAYS ilysm babyyy I’m glad you liked ittt :) I love you sososo much too pretty girl, can’t wait to see you so I can love you properly in person For now sleep well though, good night <3 Hehe MWAH I’m looking forward to it sleep well too baby, good nighttttt <3

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

[minisugakoobies]

Hello 💛 can i ask story for Hongjoong with 'what if I hurt you?' and 'this is a one time thing'? 💛💛💛 thank you

Anon, I'm so sorry this took forever - I had it written but I didn't have the time to post it - but you're not here for my excuses, you're here for some Hongjoong. I hope you like where the prompts took me! 💕

Pairing: Vampire!Hongjoong x Reader (AFAB) Genre: smut, established relationship, Vampire!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: unprotected sex, biting, drinking blood, Hongjoong overindulges a little but reader is okay, aftercare Word Count: 896 words **********

Hongjoong sits beneath you, admiring your kiss-swollen lips. He loves the dark stain that still clings there, a stark contrast against the paleness of his mouth as he pulls you closer to kiss you again. You’ve already left your mark all over his face, but he’s eager for more.

His tongue slides over yours with urgency, and you moan, lips parting to let him explore, digging your fingernails into his shoulders.  You’ve been riding him for a while now, fucking slowly with lazy rolls of your hips, and he’s starting to get twitchy. His thighs flex with suppressed energy, the tension in his legs evident as he holds himself back. 

He does this every time the two of you are like this. It’s impressive, really, his self-control - the way he keeps himself in check at all times, even in his basest state. Even if you wish he’d give in and let go for once. 

You break away from his kiss and lean back. Once Hongjoong’s gaze is locked on yours, you tip your head to the side. Immediately his eyes are drawn to your exposed neck, just as you knew they’d be. 

“Please,” you whisper, “please, Joongie.”

He shuts his eyes and groans. Doesn’t need to ask you what you’re pleading him to do, because this isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation. “Baby, I’m - mmmmm - I can’t.” 

You rock back and forth, breathing deep through your nose for a few seconds before you speak. “Yes, you can. But more importantly, you want to.”

This is where he tells you again for the nth time that he can’t bite you, can’t drink from you, because he can’t risk losing control. Except tonight, he changes the script. 

“What if I hurt you?” 

“You won’t,” you reply, trying not to get too excited, trying not to leap at the first sign that his resolve might be slipping. “I trust you. Please. I wanna feel what it’s like - with you.” 

Being bitten by a vamp is a euphoric experience, especially if there is a bond between the vampire and its prey (or partner). At least, that’s what you’ve been told. Hongjoong has so far refused to indulge you in finding out.

“Just a taste,” you say, and Hongjoong hums in response, staring at where your pulse pounds beneath the thin skin of your throat.

He runs his fingers lightly over your neck. He’s weakening. His nose nuzzles beneath your jaw as he takes a lungful of your scent. There’s a low rumble, a growl trapped in his chest. You can’t stifle a whine, and that pushes Hongjoong to make up his mind. 

“This is a one time thing,” he intones seriously, and you nod but he stops you with a hand on your cheek. He kisses your neck once, twice, and then there’s a sharp sting and then -

And then there’s nothing but bliss. Every beat of your heart sends his venom surging through your veins until your entire body sings with a hazy pleasure. Hongjoong’s cock throbs inside you as he laps up his first taste, and you cry out, surprised by how quickly you come, and how hard, the intensity blanking out your mind.

Your limbs are too loose and heavy to support. You melt against your lover as he drinks from you and fucks you at the same time. Each stroke of his cock prolongs your ecstasy, and you float along on an infinite wave, barely aware of the life flowing from you. 

Your pussy clenches and clenches and Hongjoong groans loudly.

“Babe - baby,” he sputters, but that’s all he says, distracted by the blood trailing down your collarbones, desperate to lick up every drop. His hands squeeze your thighs while he empties himself deep inside your womb.

You whimper, burning alive, intoxicated by the pain and the pleasure. Hongjoong doesn’t release you, hasn’t gotten his fill, and as he swallows another mouthful, it briefly occurs to you that this could be your last moment on this earth, lost to your boyfriend’s insatiable desires. But just as your lust-addled mind has dimly accepted your fate, Hongjoong lets out an agitated grunt and tears himself away. 

He wipes an arm over his lips. Now they match yours, you think dazedly.

“Baby? Ah, shit.” 

Hongjoong cradles your face, thumbs stroking over your cheeks as he tries to make sure you’re okay. You can feel his gaze on yours, but you can only focus on the crimson smears around his mouth. 

“Are you okay? Say something.” 

You manage a weak, “Something,” and Hongjoong laughs, more out of relief than amusement. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, and your lips, before bowing his head over your neck again. 

When his tongue swipes over your wounds, coating them with healing saliva, your climax finally crests. You sigh, and slump further against him, succumbing to sudden exhaustion. It’s the human body’s normal reaction to the loss of a vampire’s venom - the crash after the high. 

Your eyes refuse to stay open, not even when you feel the wipe of a cold wet towel over your warm skin. When Hongjoong settles into bed next to you, you turn, and nestle up against him, humming as he slips an arm around you. 

“Told you,” you whisper. 

He laughs again, this time full of joy, and kisses your forehead. “Gloat tomorrow. Sleep now.” 

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Thanks so much for doing this...." Carla thanked her body mod artist, Antonio.

"No problem, darling. You'd be surprised how many girls come here looking to seduce their brothers or cousins or dads, like you. Any girl you see walking around town with giant, jiggly watermelon tits like yours is probably at home desperately trying to get in daddy's pants, or be their big brother's girlfriend now that they're of age."

"Really? So.... that cheerleader, Regina from my graduating class?"

"Oh yeah, she wants to give her dad a hundred kids by her late twenties.... just like a certain someone I know."

"Oh, you saw my post on Instagram after the last session?"

"Your profile's public, and I love seeing girls put my work to use. Speaking of which." Her pulled two big intravenous stands to either side of her, with tanks like gasoline containers instead of IV bags. He pulled out her breasts without asking, accustomed to treating them like his personal property to modify as he saw fit. He stuck the needles into each breast. "There, how's that feel?"

"Really nice.... mmmm, the bigger they get, the more I like how pain feels. Is that weird?"

"No, you're born to be daddy's little masochist, clearly. Once he puts a busload of kids in that womb of yours, Carla, you'll probably correlate pain with pleasure even more, most pregnant girls do." He smiled, starting her IVs. "Another gallon of saline in each tit."

"Mmmmm, I can't believe I'm really doing this.... my breasts are like a pair of water balloons.... they're soooo heavy..... Surprised how long all this saline stays in my boobs these days....."

"Nice and heavy for daddy, as they ought to be. Oh, I put breast growth drugs in the saline mixture, along with a thickener, like body-safe corn starch. It stops your body from absorbing the saline, so it sticks around way longer. And the titty-growth drugs help them expand, so there's more room for my saline mixture. And voila, a young, perky, kinky girl who wants to be daddy's breeder cow, can inflate her breasts from a C-Cup to.... whatever this size is. An S-Cup? In no time flat!"

"I couldn't be happier. He finally let me titty fuck him last night when he got off work. I wore his cum on my face and tits the rest of the night, topless, acting like the wifey he deserves. He spanked me a few times, even groped my breasts and told me how much hew loves girls with such big, monster breasts like mine.... I told him they'd be a lot bigger if a man put a dozen kids in my womb, that I take fertility drugs.... He looked so tempted. Like he clearly wants to fuck me.... I just need to make these giant, saline-filled boobs perfect for him.... irresistible."

"You are such a good girl, you know that? He's a lucky man. My daughter's the same way. The second she turned 18 she begged for me to make her boobs so big she could hardly walk on her own, and for me to keep her pregnant forever. Girls like you are such angels...."

"Awww, thank you, Antonio! Maybe once daddy films my womb so big these breasts look perfectly proportioned to my body, we can have a little daddy/daughter date together, and have some fun afterwards, rent a hotel room, maybe your daughter and I can see how hard it is for us to make love, and you two can indulge our oversized breasts and giant bellies how ever you wish...."

"That sounds like a dream come true, darling. Makes me want to give you a second gallon in each breast today, on the house, to help encourage that daddy of yours."

"I think he'd very much love that...."

[shalomniscient]

thinking about mornings w arle mmmmm…….. she used to wake up before dawn, back when she was a harbinger. it was a discipline quite literally beaten into her as a child, her body waking on autopilot an exact half-hour before the sun rose every morning. but now she lets the sun rise fully, then hang in the sky for a while, before she slowly opens her eyes and returns to the waking world.

the first thing she does, of course, is turn to look at you. the tenderness of your sleep-touched expression, the delicate part of your lips as you roam in that blissful land of dreams. archons above, it has to be one of her favourite sights in the world.

yet funnily enough, despite also being from the house under that woman, you’ve always had a tendency to sleep in. she remembers having to roughly shake you awake so your entire dorm doesn’t get punished on your account. and even before her retirement, she’d be the one to rouse you from your sleep, regardless of how guilty she felt. you always looked so peaceful, and she loathed having to see the way the lightness of your expression harden as you wake up and shoulder the weight of both your responsibilities once more.

(she tried, once, to let you sleep in while she got a little headstart in her paperwork. she had slipped out of your arms and your shared bed with a soft kiss to your temple, fixing the sheets and her pillows before she headed to the kitchen to fix herself some coffee. not nearly fifteen minutes later, as she’s adding the milk to her coffee, you stumble into the kitchen, and arlecchino has never seen you so distressed before. her coffee is immediately forgotten as she spreads her arms wide and lets you fall into them, and the thing in her chest that she once thought could no longer feel aches as she listens to the sleep-slurred admission you breathe into her shoulder.

i thought i lost you, you had said, your voice so small and distraught in a way arlecchino never wanted to hear again. in response, she had held you tighter, and abandoned both her work and coffee to lead you back to bed and hold you until the warmth of her embrace burned away any of your fears.

i’m staying, she had whispered against your hair, as you slowly drifted off back to sleep. for as long as stars do shine.)

but now, retired as you both are, late mornings are a luxury you can both indulge in. well, most of the time. and mostly you, as a tiny smile starts to tug at her lips as she hears the tell-tale pitter patter of footsteps down the hall. she braces herself just in time before a tiny figure crashes onto her body in a fit of giggles. arlecchino lets out a faux groan as her daughter clambers all over her, a small mess of limbs, but catches the little girl just in time with a single arm before she can topple onto you and jolt you out of your sleep.

“let’s not wake your mother, hm?” she hums as she tucks the child against her, resting her chin on the her small head, feeling her chest warm at the sound of that childlike, delighted laughter. and when her daughter looks at her, it’s with your eyes, and it’s like she’s seeing all the reasons she fell in love with you all over again.

and for all her former discipline, if the universe asked her if she would like to stay here in this moment forever, the only answer she could ever give is yes.

[es-draws]

Cream

“Is this what you want?”

You tease her, dangling the plump chocolate eclair above her sugar-stained lips. She answers with a moan, her mouth parting in a gasp, her head tilting back in pleasure. You know by now that she won’t answer, that she can’t answer. She has no breath left to give. But she nods, every inch of her begging you not to stop.

“That’s right. You need it, don’t you?”

You lower the treat to her lips. She stretches to take in more, greedily filling her mouth with doughy pastry, urging you to give her all she can take. She moans again through the mass of cake, her cheeks filled to the brim. She chews through layer after layer of devilish delight, through creamy filling that bursts across her tongue, through frosting thick enough to make her eyes water, until she finally manages to swallow the mass of eclair in one momentous gulp.

The whir intensifies, and she lets out a low, shuddering moan.

“Such a good girl” you say. You grab another.

You hadn’t expected her to enjoy it this much. You hadn’t expected her to want it this much. After all, it was your idea – and your kink. But she had obediently stayed as you pushed her in her seat. She shivered with anticipation as the rope tightened around her wrists. She whispered “hurry” when you bound her ankles to the chair. She had gasped when you placed the toy between her legs. And she had eaten every last bite you gave her since.

“Mmm…” she purrs through a mouthful of pastry.

“That was the last one.”

The remote clicks in your hand, and the buzzing rises. Her thighs tense and her knees squirm as she lets out a squeal.

“You did so well, I’m proud of you.”

You pat her bare tummy at the apex of its bulge, admiring its fullness, pleased with its growth. You wonder how much more it would take to make her truly grow. To turn this chubby starter belly into the blissfully fat gut it was meant to be.

As she writhes in pleasure, her pleading eyes meet yours. And you hatch an idea.

In the fridge you find your mark. A pint of heavy cream. Unopened. Sixteen-hundred calories in all its pure, indulgent, fattening glory. Just waiting to be drunk.

You don’t even need to ask.

She’s waiting for it when you return, mouth already open, head already tilted back. She needs no encouragement, no instruction, no gentle push. In this moment, it’s all she ever wanted.

You tilt the bottle to her mouth. She wraps her insatiable lips around it, ready to take it all in. Her eyes close and she swallows a mouthful. Hundreds of calories are guzzled down to stretch her overfilled stomach. She swallows another. And then another.

You flick the remote, and the whirring between her legs reaches a fever pitch.

“Mmmmm…” 

She moans as she sucks down another gulp. A faint trickle of ivory white liquid spills from the corner of her mouth until fat droplets drip from her chin. She strains against her bonds, her back arching, her hips grinding against the seat. She does not stop.

A third of the bottle gone. A half. Three-quarters. With each second that passes, the box grows lighter, and her cries intensify. You know she’s close. You know she can’t take much more. You know she won’t stop now, she can’t stop now. Not until she finishes.

You run your hand over the curve of her tummy. She groans at your touch. You can feel how taut her skin is, how much her stomach has stretched. You’ve never seen her this big before. You run your hand in a circle around her girth, tracing your fingers from the bulge beneath her breasts down the crest of her middle. You encircle her wide navel teasingly before letting your hand come to rest, cradling the softness of her belly where it distends between her legs.

“Be a good girl and drink every last drop,” you ply. “Then you’ll get your reward.”

Your words send her tumbling over the edge. She guzzles down the final gulps, throes of ecstasy already washing over her, sucking greedily at the remaining drops before her mouth opens in a cry. She hangs there, back arched behind the perfect rounded curve of her belly, as she reaches her peak. She shudders and writhes in pure, utter climax for a blessed eternity. And then collapses. Falls back to a quivering, shuddering, shaking reality, in all her beautiful overfed glory.

“Such a good piggy,” you tease. Your hand returns to her bloated middle, already imagining the fat settling beneath your touch. “Can’t wait to see how much you’ll handle next.”

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝐸𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉~ 𝒯𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎

The Menu

💙Pairing: Villain! Jung Yunho x Hero! Reader (f)

💙Au: superhero au

💙Trope: e2l

💙Genre: smut

💙Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

💙Warnings: ⚠️CNC⚠️, dom! Yunho, sub! Reader, temperature play (hot and cold), oral kink, fingering, anal (f), toy use, nipple play, begging, nicknames yunho is called sir and reader is called darling, hand kink (it's yunho come on), degradation, edging, dacryphilia, safe word usage, aftercare

💙Word Count:1,420

💙Summary: when your villain lover enjoys playing out pre-negotiated scenes of cnc with you as the in-denial hero and you indulge him

💙Day Seven: Yeosang | Masterlist | Day Nine: Seonghwa🩶

You hung by your wrists in a cave high in the mountains that was nigh unreachable by anyone other than someone with wings. Said someone was currently pacing in front of you, his leathery wings wrapped around his shoulders. 

“How unbelievably fortunate that I was able to clamp that collar around your neck, mmm?” Yunho began his villainous monologue. “Now you cannot possibly use your powers against me. And,” Yunho paused to poke his tongue into his cheek cockily, “anytime you do use your powers, it will only be used on yourself in the most delicious of ways. Soon, I’m afraid, you’ll be begging for me to fuck you.”

You laughed confidently. “Beg? To Fuck you? You’re delirious, Chernabog.”

Yunho’s eyes narrowed down at you cruelly. “Fine. Don’t believe me? Use your powers to free yourself. Let’s see you get yourself out of this, hero.”

Your eyes flashed orange with your flame power and you channeled it to melt the manacles holding your arms aloft. Instead of the warm sensation of melted iron, you felt heat at your neck. You watched with horror as your fire powers descended down your body and incinerated your costume. You were completely naked in front of the villain.

Yunho casted his head back and laughed a belly laugh that sent a chill down your spine. “Brilliant. Simply brilliant. I’ll have to thank Jongho for his creation.”

You swallowed, your confidence shaken. Your eyes flashed ice blue to form a pick to undo the locks but it was no go. You felt ice on your nipples and clit and cried out at the sudden temperature change.

Yunho walked slowly towards you, arms held in a clasp behind his back. His eyes peered curiously at you. “How do you feel, Darling?”

You gritted your teeth. “Shut the hell up.”

“Jongho told me that you should be wet and pliant the further you get frustrated. Is it working?” Yunho continued to prod at you.

You channeled your fire again, you couldn't help it. You hurled fireballs towards Yunho--or that’s what was supposed to happen. Instead, you felt the dual sensation of some heat at your hole and your ass and you let out a wanton moan.

Yunho spread his leathery bat wings wide out, almost embracing you in the shadow of them. His eyes turned yellow and his horns twisted further as a dark purple aura grew around him. He was simply bathing in the villainous acts, growing stronger as you grew weaker.

“Test it again. Aren’t you stronger than this? Aren’t you the savior of all the innocent? A true hero of our time? You’ve beat me countless times before! Why not today as well?” Yunho taunted you.

“Good will always prevail,” You said through gritted teeth.

You focused on conjuring a thin skin of impenetrable ice over your entire body in order to halt this madness but it was no use. No matter how much you focused your powers, they always backfired on you. This time, you felt like an icy tongue was inserted in your mouth, twirling and playing with your own, fulfilling your oral kink.

“Ready to beg now, Mercury?” 

Yunho’s hands floated over your body but he didn’t touch. It was clear he wouldn’t do anything until the right words left your mouth. 

“You are despicable,” You sneered.

“Mmmmm,” Yunho hummed in agreement. “You’re not wrong. The collar now has absorbed enough of your energy now that I can use it against you by prompt. I hope you’re ready to have some fun.”

You opened your mouth to protest but it came out as a choked cry as you felt heat on your clit and cold on your nipples. Your body bucked at the dual sensation, making the chains rattle above your head. 

“HHHnnnnnffffffff,” You bite done on your lip but it did nothing to stop the noises of pleasure leaving them.

Yunho pressed his forehead to yours, encompassing you both in his wings, leaving only the glow of his yellow eyes to penetrate the shadows. “Do you want to come like this?”

As the words left his mouth, you could feel the heat flicker up and down your clit, like it was a hot digit playing with your lower half. The coldness tightened your nipples almost painfully and you longed for release. Yunho had not been wrong. You were almost on the edge of begging with him to stop playing with you. Almost. 

“Who would want release with a villain like you?” You spat.

“Oh, darling, you say that like you’re not dripping with need,” Yunho teased you. 

Yunho pushed up his glasses, revealing his metal covered nails. His other free hand pressed the pads of his finger to your clit. A cool, phallic shape pressed against your cunt. You grunted as it filled your hole. Yunho’s fingers circled your clit slowly. A hot tendril wriggled against the sensitive skin of your puckered hole. 

You were driven crazy with lust as all the sensations hit you at once. You were at your wits end now. “Please…Yunho…”

“You will address me as Sir now, if you want to come, darling,” Yunho insisted. 

Your nose wrinkled up in displeasure. This villain truly wished to see you on your knees for him. “Please, Sir.”

“Much better,” Yunho purred. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as the cool-powered dildo moved in and out of your cunt. It’s pace was enough to make you spread your legs further apart. Yunho’s fingers stopped their circular motion and made a more direct rub. The wriggling tendril at your ass pushed past your puckered hole and deep into you. You moaned loudly as you were given exactly what you wanted. 

“Speak, hero,” Yunho prompted you. “Tell me how good you feel from a villain using your powers against you. Tell me how useless and pathetic and vulnerable you feel. Tell me that no hero could ever fuck you like this.”

Your eyes flew open and you couldn't help a glare shoot from your. “What could you possibly do better than Hongjoong?”

“Oh, that was a mistake.”

Yunho backwinged so that he parted from your body. You breathed heavily as everything that had been stimulating your body came to a halt. The villain contemplated you with his fingers rubbing his lower lip in thought. 

“That pathetic hero probably only knows missionary and vanilla sex,” Yunho scoffed, clearly worked up now at the mention of Hongjoong. The genius hero was your strategist in your hero group and always seemed to master thwarting Yunho.

You swallowed, attempting to gather yourself. “I've had no complaints so far.”

Yunho snarled and then you were bombarded with everything and anything. Hot digits on your clit, cold dildo in your cunt, hot tendrils wriggling in your ass and cold suction cups on your nipples. It was so much sensation that you became utterly dumb with desire and need.

“Yunho…yunho…hnnnn…please…sir…wait…this…oh god…fuckfuckfuck…please.”

“See,” Yunho paced in front of you. “There’s no way such a meat and potato hero can satisfy you. You’re so debased and needy, you are enjoying everything I have to throw at you, aren’t you? You love being fucked in almost every orfice. I leave your mouth alone so you can beg for redemption. Will you?”

A cry built up in the back of your throat as you felt the pleasure in your body amounting to absolutely nothing because it stopped the second before your release. Big, frustrated tears fall down your cheeks at the denial. 

“Sir…I’m sorry…please, give me release… I beg you,” You sobbed. 

Yunho clucked his tongue in annoyance. His metal tipped fingers curled at your cheekbone to capture a tear. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked the tear from it. “You don’t deserve it, you know. I should drive you to your breaking point and make you my sex slave. What would the world do without their Mercury, hmmm?”

Your eyes made contact with Yunho’s and you said, “Spicy Popsicle.”

Yunho’s wings folded around his body and he walked to your pitiful form. He unlocked the manacles and caught your form before you fell. He rubbed your wrists and arms, helping the feeling come back into them. Then he kissed your cheeks and dried your tears.

“I told you that you wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Your villainous lover whispered into your hair.

“But it was so good,” You admitted, hiccupping as your sobs subdued themselves.

“I have to admit though, you are beautiful when you cry,” Yunho chuckled.

💙Day Seven: Yeosang | Masterlist | Day Nine: Seonghwa🩶

[kirarinlovesidols]

Prologue Part 3.

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You had a pretty awful time trying to sleep for many reasons. A couple of them being Grim’s snoring, the weird noises in the middle of the night and the random bolts of lightning that would hit conveniently only when you were almost falling asleep. You’re so glad you don’t need to sleep.

Biologically speaking both you and the Greater Lord were a bit closer to plants. You didn’t need to sleep or eat, as long as you had sunlight and water you were fine. Still it didn’t mean you couldn’t indulge in those things as luxuries and after the day you had yesterday, you kinda needed to shut down for a while.

Though you can’t only do what you want in life, if at all.

As you were about to take Grim out of the unfortunate spot he somehow ended up on, which was your neck, you heard a familiar voice of one of the ghosts.

“Hee hee hee... Aren't the two of you supposed to be off cleaning the school today?” You turned your head to the side just to see all three of them surrounding your bed.

“Mmmmm... Nngh... Five more minutes, Ma…” You immediately grabbed Grim and took him off his ‘’’’’favored’’’’’ spot in a rush.

“Grim, wake up! they’re back!”  You said nervously. They were goofy looking but still could very much hurt you if they wished to do so.

The cat wakes up in confusion only to see you holding it in front of your face and a bunch of ghosts.

“MYAHHH! THEY’RE BACK!” So you two repeated the act of yesterday. Where you held the monster like a weapon and he drove them away.

“Don’t go grabbin’ me! and don’t use me as a shield either!” He complained as soon as you were done, wiggling out of your hold.

“I’m sorry! i didn’t mean to…but you wouldn’t wake up and i had no choice!” You apologized making a mental note to make it up to Grim later somehow.

Before this escalated any further Crowley walked inside the room, without even knocking.

“Good morning, Miss Rukkha. Did you sleep well?” The man had something in his arms, it looked like some kind of folded cloth.

“Ah! ye-”  You were about to lie just to not seem ungrateful but your roommate had other plans.

“Not at all! When I sprawled out on the bed, the mattress fell right through the frame!” Oh yeah. That was another one of the reasons you couldn’t sleep well.

“I-It wasn’t that bad though! i’m sure he doesn’t mean that!” You tried your best to cover for it only for Grim to crush your efforts.

“Are ya kiddin’ me? exactly how ramshackle IS this dorm? And worse yet, we got woken up by ghosts!” You covered your face with your hands in despair. Just great, now he would think badly of you.

The man didn’t seem to mind though. As he only walked over to you and handed you what you now recognize as overalls and a simple black shirt to put underneath.

“Well, it surely beats being outside in the rain. Now, consider this another sign of my great kindness. Surely you can’t work without appropriate attire.” You took the outfit from his hands with a smile.

“Thank you, sir! i’ll do my best!” You were relieved he apparently didn’t let Grim’s negative comments sway his generosity. Surely he only wanted the best for you.

In truth Crowley didn’t want to bother at all, he only did due to seeing you in your usual Lesser Lord ensemble. That would attract way too much attention and he couldn’t have that.

After that both him and Grim left the room at your request so you could change. Your eyes stared at your figure in the mirror now that you had your “janitor uniform” on. You struggled a bit to make the shirt fit, it was a bit small but it would have to do.

Since your hair was way too long you also had to put it up in a ponytail to make sure it wouldn't get in the way of your work. Feeling satisfied with the result you just had one thing left to check.

The scratch Grim gave you yesterday. It was almost healed by now. Seems like your regenerative habilities are still working, just slower. Well, better than nothing.

Getting out of the room you and Grim followed your “kind employer” as he explained what he expected out of both of you, which was cleaning the area spanning from the front gates to the library. You aren’t exactly too knowledgeable about cleaning but how hard could it be, right?

Grim immediately protested against the notion fo cleaning but you managed to convince him by reminding him of the kind of books there could be in the library, like how to become a great mage or something.

You’re very sorry for doing that.

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“Wow, so this is Main Street, huh? This is incredible!” Grim said as he tried his best to see all there was to the entrance. He looked excited and giddy however you had to tell him something very important.

“Grim? don’t forget we’re here to clean…” It’s not like you didn’t believe him but he still seemed on the fence about it all.

“I know, i know! don’t remind me!” The cat rolled his eyes before resuming his observations.

“I didn't get to see it much yesterday. What's the deal with these seven statues? All their faces look pretty scary. Like, this lady here looks like she's got some reeeal anger management issues.” He stopped by the foot of the statue and you had to raise a brow there. 

Anger management issues was awfully specific, a bit weird he went there. Still you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree, maybe it was her expression that seemed like it could change any time. And you swore you saw her eyes open and look at you.

Before you could even mention it you heard a voice coming from behind.

“You don't know the Queen of Hearts?” Turning around you both saw a boy with ginger hair, red eyes that had a charming boyish glint and a weird…heart tattoo? or was it makeup? on the corner of his face.

“Queen of Hearts? Is she some kinda big deal?” Grim looked at the boy in question curiously.

“She was a queen who lived in a mazelike garden of roses long, long ago. She was a strict woman who prized order above all. She wouldn't tolerate a rose being off-color, or her  playing-card soldiers being out of step.” You couldn’t help but find that suffocating, perhaps it was the way of nobility?

“She basically ruled over a kingdom of madness, but not one of her subjects dared to defy her. You wanna know why? Because the punishment for breaking a rule was immediate decapitation!” You just did a double take with a horrified expression. That was just awful! how did she want people to ever respect her that way?

“Isn’t….isn’t that essentially tyranny?” You asked in a worried tone.

“Wah! That is seriously messed up!” Yeah, you really agreed with Grim on that one.

“Pretty cool, right? I'm a big fan. I mean, who would bother to obey a queen that was kind all the time?” You thought back at Greater Lord Kusanali and how she’s been nothing but kind to her subjects for all those years. Maybe her being so nice backfired as soon as she exhausted her powers but…you were sure they still respected her.

“I would….that doesn’t really sound like someone i would like to follow….” You looked to the side in awkwardness as stories of fictional rules who got overthrown by their subjects played in your mind.

“Yeah, true. A leader needs to be strong. But puttin' that aside... Who're you, now?” You disagreed on that take but it would take forever to explain why so you don’t interject.

“Name's Ace. I'm a first year student here, as of... today! Pleased to meetcha!” He extended his hand at you so you took it, forming a handshake.

“Oh! Nice to meet you too! I’m-” You got rudely interrupted.

“I'm Grim! I'm a prodigy whos plannin' to be, like, the greatest mage who ever lived.”  Grim then pointed his paw at you—  “That there's my far less interesting hench-human.” You just looked at him disappointedly.

“Don’t you mean friends, Grim?” You corrected him with a strained smile on your face.

“Nah, I mean what i said.”  Well! that was beyond mean!

Still, Ace nodded at the cat’s introduction and turned his gaze to you again.

“Rukkha, right? Name's got an odd ring to it.” He smiled as he let your hand go.

“It’s the shorter version of it…It’s actually Rukkhadevata but it’s too long, right? so you can just call me Rukkha, it’s probably easier.” You rambled slightly in nervousness. Your lack of social skills were showing.

“Also please don’t take him calling me his “hench-human” seriously, he’s kidding.” You weren’t about to let him just demote you like that, it was genuinely not nice.

Ace just giggled at your explanation.

“So tell me, Ace. Is that lion with a scar in the eye a famous ruler too?” You looked at the statue in question with the same amount of curiosity. So even animals marked history in this world, huh? it didn’t surprise you considering Grim could talk.

“Of course! That's the King of Beasts who ruled the savanna.” A lion being the king of beasts? you thought it was very fitting.

“But he wasn't born into the throne - he had to earn it through hard work and elaborate schemes. When he became king, he decreed that the hyenas would be pariahs no more, and should live among his subjects as equals.” You had a feeling that those “schemes” he mentioned had a lot more to them.

A second born cannot inherit the throne unless something happened to the first born and their heirs, or if the ruler just chose based on meritocracy. You didn’t know the story so you wouldn’t assume things but…it just seemed to weird to you.

And if Grim thought it was weird too, he didn’t mention it. “Sounds like a great guy! Not everyone's able to look past social status like that.” He nodded his little head as if acknowledging and respecting the figure of the statue.

“And who's the lady with the octopus legs?” Oh! now that’s something you haven’t seen! as far as you knew Teyvat didn’t have people who were part aquatic creature. This world is shaping to be way more interesting than you thought.”

“The Sea Witch who lived in an underwater grotto. She basically devoted her life to helping troubled merfolk. If they were willing to pay the price, she'd help them change their appearance, find love, whatever!” This woman seemed really incredible…you’re pretty sure most of such problems depended on the person, it almost seemed too good to be true…

“They say she was so good, there was no wish she couldn't grant. They also say the price was a tad steep, though. But she was granting wishes! Of course it was!” And there it was, the price. You suppose it was fair considering not even archons in your world granted wishes for free.

“Myaha! So you're sayin' that once I'm a great mage, gettin' rich off folks will be a total cinch?!” That’s not what Ace said at all and you would rather not have Grim swindling people for a living.

“Grim that isn’t very nice….please don’t scam people when you become a great mage…” You hoped your words would reach him somehow, even if he just ignored you.

“Oh, oh! Do the dude with the big hat next!” The monster looked lik a kid in a candy store,at least that was cute.

“That's the Sorcerer of the Sands. He was an advisor to a total dolt of a sultan. He was asmart guy. Really capable sort. He exposed this swindler once - some guy pretending to be a prince in order to trick the princess! After that, he got this magic lamp and became the greatest sorcerer in the world.” Then, they say...... he used that power to become sultan

himself!”  What about the old sultan? again with these weird ascensions to royalty without explaining properly? this was already the second time…you hoped it was just your imagination or your habit of reading too much into things.

“Wow! Guess it's true that a mage needs to be an excellent judge of character, huh? And what about this beauty over here?” Indeed the woman was very pretty but she…somehow…looked dangerous? maybe you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover.

“She's a queen who was said to be the fairest in all the land. In fact, she used her magic mirror to check how she ranked on a daily basis! When it looked like her position was threatened, they say she'd do whatever it took to keep it.” Oh, Forget it…there’s no way someone who checked her beauty rank daily wasn’t dangerous…you shivered at the mention of her doing whatever it took.

“Can you even imagine the level of dedication it would require to keep a record like that?

Also, they say she was a master of making poisons!” Yep, there it is. What’s wrong with the historical figures of this place?

“Geez. She's pretty, but that sounds kinda scary.” You and Grim were in a row today, huh?

“You think so? I gotta respect the hustle!” Ace looked at the statue, his smile never leaving his face.

“Uh…i guess she knowing how to make poisons could be useful but…i can’t imagine her doing anything good with that…”

“F-for sure... Sounds like she fought hard for what she believed in, and never gave up!” You glanced at your roommate with visible confusion. How did he manage to get something good out of that?

“And the one there, with the flaming head? Now THAT guy looks scary!” Hm…you didn’t particularly think he looked scary, his flaming hair reminded you of how some people talked about Natlan’s archon. You’ve never seen her yourself, of course, however everyone who went to natlan all had multiple things to say and one of them were how her hability to turn her hair into flames was very cool.

“That's the King of the underworld! Single-handedly ruling a kingdom packed with rambunctious spirits - that takes competence! He may look scary, but he was a straight shooter who worked tirelessly at a tough job he never even asked for.I mean, this is the guy who was ordering Cerberus, the Hydra, and the Titans into battle for him.” Ace shrugged matter of factly.

You had no idea what he was talking about near the end, must be something related to the history of this planet. Still, underworld and spirits? a place where people’s souls go, you guessed.

“Hmm. That IS something. T'think he could have that much power and not let it go to his head! And that last one there, with the horns?” Grim pointed to the last figure and she looked very elegant, holding a staff of sorts.

“That's the Thorn Fairy who lived on a mythical mountain. She was noble and elegant, and a master of magic and curses - even by the standards of these seven! She commanded storms, covered the kingdom with thorns... She could use magic on a massive scale!

She could even turn herself into a giant dragon.”  A dragon?! now that sounded preposterous. Just how the magic in this world worked? it sounded crazier by the second.

“Ooh. a dragon! What all monsters yearn to be!” The cat’s eyes glimmered in admiration as he looked at the woman known as the “thorn fairy”

“Pretty cool, huh? Not like some piddling weasel.” Ace’s tone seemed to have suddenly changed to pure mocking.

You turned your head to look at him just to see if you actually heard right but of course you did. Just look at how big your ears are.

“Myah?!” Grim let out a yelp in shock.

“Pfft... Ah ha ha! I can't hold it back anymore! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Come on, you're the ones who turned orientation into such a fiasco, right?” He wiped tears off his eyes as he pointed at you two who could only stare at Ace dumbfounded.

Ok. Maybe you did crash a very important otherwordly ceremony but it wasn’t your fault! you got spirited away against your will, what were you supposed to do? be burned by a feline that can use pyro energy or just suffocate do death inside a coffin?

“The fae girl with unstable magic that got summoned to an all-boys school and the monster no one summoned at all. It took everything I had not to burst into laughter right in the middle of the ceremony!” Oh again with this unstable stuff? you’re never going to live that one down, are you?

Either way you still felt embarrassed and a bit guilty for what happened so your face burned in embarrassment against your will, which only fueled Ace’s sudden sadistic behavior.

“I-it’s not! listen! i said i was sorry to the headmage and we’re all good, ok?!” You conveyed 0 credibility, no one would believe that.

“H-hey! You don't gotta be a jerk about it!” Your roommate seemed taken aback too, you guessed he didn’t feel good about that whole mess as well.

“So in the end, neither of you got admitted, and now you're janitors? Ah ha ha! SO lame!” This was starting to get out of hand and going past the limits of what’s acceptable, just WHY were people here so mean?

“Can you stop being mean? we didn’t do anything to you! we have an agreement with Crowley so…if…if you’re unhappy then just talk to him instead!” You said fighting against the desire to dig a hole and crawl into it.

The boy’s smirk still refused to leave his face, it seemed like he enjoyed torturing you both. He wouldn’t let you know he thought your distressed expression was cute though, or that you were cute, yep, no.

“What did you just call me?!” Grim’s fur stood on it’s end as he hissed at Ace.

Uh-oh….seems like he didn’t enjoy being called a janitor even if that’s essentially what you two were…

“Seriously you're both so clueless you don't even know who the Great Seven are. Not a one of them! Maybe before you try getting into the academy again, you ought to take a second crack at kindergarten? Ah ha ha ha ha!” Oh c’mon, you weren’t even from this world how would you know?

Still all this just wasn’t worth it and you and Grim had a job to do so you just calmed down and walked to the middle so you could stand in between Ace and your very very angry roommate, trying to mediate and possibly avoid conflict.

“Listen, Ace��there’s no need to talk to us like that. We’re sorry and repenting about the ceremony so just get to class before you get late.” You tried to sound like the bigger person and do the right thing but the way you talked ticked the ginger boy slightly.

“Huh? who do you think you are nagging me like that? my mom? Anyway, just thought I'd tease you a bit. And man am I glad I did. It's been a blast! Unlike you, I actually have classes to get to, so I'll let you get back to picking up trash. Bye!” He totally didn’t decide to go to class cause a cute girl told him to, nah, he would never admit that.

He should ask you for your number sometime.

“Myuh-uh! You ain't walkin' away from me! It's too late for that! Myaaaaah!” There’s no way this is happening. 

Without even thinking about consequences Grim shot a fireball at Ace who miraculously dodged.

“GRIM!? You’ll hurt him! don’t do that! didn’t you hear him saying he was leaving?!”

You were trying your best to fix this situation and this cat STILL wanted to fight despite the main instigator preparing to leave. Just what were you telling Crowley? needless to say you were losing your mind.

“No one makes fun of Grim, Master of Fire! I'm gonna make that explodey-head of yours explode all over again!” He stomped his little feet on the ground as if trying to show the world how pissed off he was.

“Oh archons! let’s all just…calm down!” You tried to scoop up the cat only for him to swat his claws in your direction as a warning to stay out of it.

“Explodey-head?! You wanna throw down with me, shorty? You got some guts.” Ace got up from the spot he had to jump in order to dodge the fireball of earlier and took some kind of…pen out of his pocket— “You wanna talk hair, huh? I'm gonna shave you like a toy poodle!” The jewel on the “pen” glowed a bright red as the wind suddenly started picking up, easily blowing the cat away.

It seems like you really couldn’t stop this anymore.

You then immediately made the same motion of a square with your fingers so you could “mark” him. Basically all you needed was to use him as a tether to materialize something that could only be described as a rope made out of dendro energy and pulled him back to you before he went flying to god knows where.

You were about to catch him in your arms when he just spun his body mid-air and fell on his feet.

Of course…he’s a cat after all, he would’ve been fine….

You yourself wonder what goes through your head when making stupid decisions like these.

“You can’t use wind to blow away my fire balls you coward!” Of course he didn’t even thank you, classic Grim.

What's going on over there? A fight?!

Oh, sweet! Get 'em!

Dude dude, record it! post it on magicam!

Now there were people watching and cheering for the fight to continue, this really couldn’t get any worse.

“Can you two please calm down?! you’ll get hurt at this rate!” You made the rope disappear as you begged the two to stop it before it escalated any further.

“Awww... Can't hit me with your little fireballs?” Ace taunted and you swore you could see steam coming out of Grim’s already on fire ears.

“Grrr... You better believe I'm about to!” And then hell broke loose yet again it was an unending barrage of fireballs against wind currents that were just as strong.

You were seriously getting angry.

When you were about to put both of them inside one of your very own signature dendro “cages” a particular heavy wind gust sent a fireball to your way. At that you immediately put up a barrier but that was just an even worse mistake.

The fireball bounced off your dendro wall and ended up hitting the statue of the queen of hearts.

Oh.

My.

Archons.

You were absolutely cooked.

All three of you stood there watching in horror at how charred a literal statue made to honor a historical figure now looked. It was almost like it was left inside some burning museum and was barely took out of there in time.

“Oh no! Now the Queen of Hearts's statue looks like it's been flame-broiled!” The ginger boy screamed in despair as he looked at the result of his short temper.

“That's your fault for tryin' to divert it! You shoulda just let it burn you to a crisp!” Grim growled at his enemy with enough bark to put a dog to shame despite being a cat.

“And who in their right mind would ever do that you dumbass?!” The other boy said incredulously.

“What is going on here? Cease this at once!” Aaaaaaaand there he is! the voice of the person you wanted to see the least right now.

God you felt like you were going to cry.

Unfortunately you felt like you were frozen in place as you stared at the burnt face of that queen, you could barely hear Crowley grilling the two boys behind you.

All you could think about was how you literally caused so much trouble and disgraced yourself in front of a figure of authority, again.

You just couldn’t do anything right, huh? 

This is why you weren’t needed.

She wouldn’t have let this happen, she would’ve managed to calm both of them down with her immense carisma and elegant aura. 

As expect of the Lesser Lord.

That’s all you’ll ever be.

A hand on your shoulder broke your trance.

You looked back to see who it belonged to.

“Did I not just warn you, ‘no more incidents’ ”

You could only whisper a meek “I’m sorry” before being guided away from the commotion followed by the other two main reasons of this tragedy.

You really can’t catch a break.

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What if you were writing, literally locked in and god said:

“Illness be upon ye” ?

Yes i’ve been bedridden with fever since fucking saturday, what a nightmare.

Also thank you all very much for all the compliments on this mess asjfasdhgsakj

it makes me happy it’s interesting to yall.

Final part coming soon!

Taglist: @coffee-or-hot-cocoa , @m-majoko , @ghostlysyntaxed , @justanormiewhoreads

[igotanidea]

Transient : JT x reader

Request: as a part of my celebration : Jason x daydream(ing).

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“Jay?” her little sleepy voice came from behind his back and he immediately spun around to lay eyes on her figure.

She had a rough week, filled with work, long hours, massive amounts of things to do, places to be, people to talk to. No wonder that after five days of such grind she was just exhausted.  It was an introvert nightmare to be put amongst too many stimuli.

So instead of spending Friday evening on cuddling on the couch and watching movies with her boyfriend, as planned, she just simply feel asleep. And it was just so sweet to watch her like this.  

“I’m sorry….” She yawned and looked down apologetically “I know you really wanted to relax a bit, but I just…..’ she yawned again, her eyes closing since she had no power to keep her open “…I’m sorry, Jaybrid….”

“Hey. Stop it.” Jason cupped her cheek and caressed it gently “you need rest, baby. It’s normal. You’ve been working so hard, it’s only natural. My little workaholic.” He smiled and picked her up bridal style, holding her close to his chest and carrying towards the bedroom. Despite everything it was always surprising for her that he was able to lift her with no effort. And it was just so nice and comforting to drift off in his arms. Feeling like he would be the one to take care of her. To watch her and not let her get hurt. Y/N was used to being strong, she was a tough, resilient and independent woman, but knowing she had someone to share her burdens and worries with, was making her melt. A single memory of Jason was making her melt. And she knew it worked both ways, for him  as well as for her.

“Jason?” she muttered into his chest, locking hands on his neck, even during that little walk wanting him closer.

“Yes, princess?” she kissed her temple

“I love you…..”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Will you be here when I wake up? Promise me, you’ll come back to me safe…..”

“I promise. Now, sleep.” He laid her onto the bed gently, putting the covers over her body.

“You’re not gonna undress me for bed?” she chuckled

“Wouldn’t you like that, love?”

“mmmmm…..” her gentle snore had to do for an answer and Jason���s eyes started watering. All the feelings he held for her just finding the way out. Somehow she always knew how to strike that sensitive part of him, and surprisingly he was not afraid to be vulnerable with her. Having someone to care about, to pour all his love into, to care about, to talk to…. How did that happen to him? When did that happen to him?

“Sleep tight, princess. It’s all gonna be fine…..” he whispered watching as she rolled over to the other side, his heart clenching due to all the feelings stirring inside him.

And now she was awake, standing in front of him.

Due to some magic, during the night she lost her work clothes, in which he put her to sleep and was now wearing one of his old shirts. Too big for her, serving rather like a nightgown, covering only the tops of her thighs.

“Hi.” He smiled lightly, not daring to step towards her to break that peace, silence and reverie. It was unreal. Sun shone through the curtains, leaving reflections on the floor and on their faces,  the whole world just stopped for a second to let them indulge in the moment of being together  with no pressure, no expectations, no plans.

Just them.

Nothing more was needed. Jason just wanted to watch her like this forever. With messy hair and a bit blurry, yet sparkling eyes. God, those eyes that could burn right into his soul. And her smile. The lightest, almost unnoticeable yet lightening up her whole face. And it was meant just for him.  

“Hi…” she smiled back, rubbing eyes and stretching her back, goosebumps forming all over her bared legs.

“You’re…. wearing my shirt….” he stuttered

“I woke up at some point in the night and needed you. That was the closest thing to that I could get at the time. It smells like you.” her eyes sparkled, her mind still somewhere in the dream. “You’re never getting that back.” Her fingers clutched on the material and she hugged herself. “

“Don’t you want the original, now that I’m back to you?” he reached hands towards her and she dived into his arms, sighing deeply, inhaling his scent “See, princess? Told you it’s better.”

“Are you hurt? Do you need anything?” she mumbled, arms wrapping tightly around him

“You. Just that. Just let me daydream with you in my arms."

Life has a tendency to make you constantly pick up the pace, be busy, in a hurry, running around and dealing with things.

But moments are what counts the most. Seconds, when the gazes of two people who are in love met. A single brush of aligned hands. A stolen kiss. A hug.

Details that can make things better.

A single minute to let oneself daydream and get lost in the other person.

The most precious gift.

[blindmagdalena]

Heya, do you write for ftm!reader? You can ignore this ask if you don't write for them.

(sorry if this may sound self indulgent) But can I get a tiny scenario of Homelander just being affectionate towards his boyfriend. I know he's mostly written as a boob type of guy, but what if he likes thighs and ass. Like reader has top surgery, but would Homelander would be just loving his boyfriend's thigh and ass. Both him and his boyfriend would praise eachs others bodies in bed (can be nsfw if you like)

(just been really bummed about my dysphoria lately, and I wanted my man Homelander just being cuddly n stuff)

i hope this is okay, anon! i'm still a little fried, and my requests are technically closed, but your ask really resonated with me so i wanted to put out a lil something-something. never, ever apologize for self-indulgence! also, if you're in the market for more ftm!reader x homelander content, i highly recommend you check out @sehtoast's works if you haven't already! 🖤

It's early morning. You've been watching sunlight crawling up the headboard as the sun rises above the skyline, spilling over you and illuminating the face of the man sleeping soundly beneath you.

There was a period of time after surgery where you couldn't lie like this anymore. In fact, the only way you could lie was upright, slanted back against a special pillow.

Often times, that pillow was Homelander. He didn't mind sleeping at an angle with you so long as he still got to hold you.

However, you're healed enough now that it doesn't hurt to sleep with your chest pressed to his. You were quick to jump on the opportunity.

Homelander wakes with a deep inhale, nostrils flaring with it. He opens his eyes belatedly, squinting against the sunlight backlighting you.

That same light makes his hair look ethereal and golden, and his blue eyes even brighter.

"Morning," he greets, the word slurred with sleep. He smiles lazily after a beat.

"Mmmmm, missed this," he murmurs, sweeping his hands all the way down your back, over your ass, your thighs.

He's never been shy about loving every part of your body.

The two of you have happily spent hours mapping each others curves and slopes, charting moles and birthmarks like waypoints.

Even blind, you would know him by the shape of him beneath your palms.

You laugh softly when he makes a point to take two handfuls of your ass, squeezing appreciatively.

"Me too," you agree, toying with the hair at the base of his neck, your own arms pinned under his.

"Do you miss the boob squish, too?" you ask, smushing your flat chest against his.

It's hard to put into words the sense of euphoria you've felt ever since the surgery, but a nagging little voice in the back of your mind has nipped at your consciousness, fretting that this joy was yours alone.

"Mmmmhm," he hums, eyes closed against the light.

Your smile falters. His casual confirmation of your gnawing insecurity has instantly made you anxious.

"You ever feel upset I got rid of them?" you ask tentatively, trying to keep the nerves from your voice.

He cracks one eye open, his brows furrowing. "What? No."

You can see in his shifting expression how he's mentally working his way back through the conversation. "You asked me if I missed 'em, and I do. I'd miss any part of you that was gone. Doesn't mean I'm upset. If you wanna..." He lifts his hand to gesture vaguely.

This kind of conversation isn't his forte, but you can tell he's trying.

"Dye your hair, wear makeup, don't wear it, whatever... Whatever you do to make your body feel like yours. Whatever. It's still you."

He's beginning to sound like you. You still remember how embarrassed he'd been when you first saw him without his suit, or when you figured out his hair bleaching routine.

You had said almost the same exact thing to him.

Tears prickle unexpectedly in your eyes. The good kind.

"Now, that said. Your ass?" he follows up, kneading the soft swell of it against his palms.

"You try and hack that off, then we'll have problems. Serious problems," he says gravely.

You huff an affectionate laugh, kissing his chin, his cheek, his nose, and finally his lips. You're determined to ensure your lips know every part of him as well as your hands do. "I promise my ass isn't going anywhere," you say, swallowing back the lump in your throat, unable to keep the smile from your face.

"Good," he says, kissing you in a series of short bursts. "Because I'd catch it," he says, punctuating the sentiment with a crisp two-handed slap to your ass.

You laugh, pressing your forehead to his. "I love you."

You can feel his grin against your lips when he replies, "Love you more."

[annaizscribbling]

Frosted Windows

In which Janus has a question to ask.

Wordcount: 2093

Janus tapped his fingers on the wooden end table pressed up against the plush black armchair he was seated in. His mismatched eyes were thoughtful, not kind, but thoughtful. He often looked like he was actively coming up with a challenge. A test. A trick.

The room was lavish. Dark stained oak made up the floors and furniture. A Persian rug covered the floor. High ornate ceilings above. Strange oil paintings adorned the walls, all normal at a first glance yet stranger when examined.

He kept drumming his fingers. The gloves made the sound silent. Still, the movement was captivating. It wasn’t rapid but measured. All five fingers tap in quick succession before a half moment break. Then again. Again. Again.

The ticking of an unseen grandfather clock rocked a rhythm into the room. His legs were crossed. At the ends of his dress pants, black socks peeked through before being hidden below leather dress shoes. It was 9:00AM. He always looked this formal. He smelt like pine.

‘Do you think, in your opinion, that you’re a good person?’ Janus asked coolly, eyes only half open, like the question was so dull he barely had to be awake to ask it.

‘Odd question to ask me of all people.’ I say, because it is. I am the last person worth asking this.

Janus raises his eyebrows in a mocking replica of surprise. Like my assumption is unexpected, or even bold. It isn’t. ‘I never said you were the only person I’ve ever asked,’ Janus said.

I don’t bother challenging that, though I’m positive he hadn’t been rounding us up one by one to ask. ‘Even still. It’s an odd thing to ask me.’

‘I don’t hear an answer,’ Janus says, fingers drumming again. His gaze is drifting away from me. I’m being boring to him. Or maybe he’s pretending to be bored by me. He wouldn’t be the first to do either.

‘I think good and bad are subjective,’ I tell him, nearly clinically.

Janus smiles. His smiles are sharp and pointy like the edge of a blade. ‘You think that answer impresses me,’ he says like it is fact.

‘I don’t care enough to impress you’ I say.

‘You are refusing to entertain the question. Simply by asking specifically for your opinion, I am acknowledging that the question and answer are both subjective. I know that you cannot objectively answer.’ Janus looks back at me. I don’t like his gaze trained so closely on my face.

‘Then what is the point?’ I say, slightly colder now.

‘Come now,’ Janus chuckles. The sound is like a deep rumble from an old actor with a transatlantic accent. ‘Even you aren’t completely practical. Don’t you enjoy a little bit of stimulating company? Indulge me. It’s one question.’

‘There is no simple answer to your singular question,’ I tell him.

‘Then we can start at a simpler point,’ Janus says like I am a child struggling to understand a basic concept. ‘How about this? Is humanity good?’

‘I don’t believe you are as funny as you think you are.’

‘Come on, I’ve been dying to pick your mind,’ Janus says without convincing me of his words. ‘Just answer the question. Is Humanity good in your opinion?’

‘Again, there is no objective answer to that question,’ I sigh curtly, ‘and what’s the point in an answer that subjective? It’s pointless here. I don’t bother with pointless what ifs.’

‘Mmmmm. Not a philosopher Too practical?’ Janus says, smiling at the window. The glass is frosted, so what lies beyond it is too blurry to make out. It’s hard to decide if Janus would be the type of dream up an unused front lawn just to be blurred by a windowpane. There are certainly some of us who would, but would Janus?

‘No. I am not a philosopher. I leave that to you, Janus,’ I tell him tautly.

‘It’s true, I do love hypotheticals,’ Janus preens, running his fingertips along the brim of his hat, ‘but I like them because they so easily apply to reality. I don’t exclusively spend my hours scheming up pointless questions. I think that I’m clever enough to avoid pointless questions. I ask about what I see.’

‘And what do you see, exactly?’

‘More questions,’ Janus shrugs with his usual poised nonchalance. ‘Just like the ones I’m asking you. Is humanity good in your subjective opinion?’

‘Humans are not good or bad,’ I say, knowing I will not sway him.

‘Right, right, but that’s a cop out, my friend. By saying that, what do we imply?’ Janus asked, spreading his arms.

‘I imagine you will tell me.’

‘Saying there is no good or bad implies that humans are animals. There is no good or bad in a deer or a dog. Are we the same? Or do we simply delude ourselves into it? Our higher intelligence only hinders our personal aspirations then. Morality furthers the wellbeing of our species as a whole while shackling the individual. We need not morals or empathy then. Doing ‘bad’ things aren’t actually bad things at all. Only things.’

‘…Sure,’ I say after a pause, if only to appease him. My hesitation makes it sound like I don’t understand. I do. I just don’t like where he might be steering me. I don’t like being steered at all. This is the most basic train of thought; I don’t understand why he’s wasting his time on it.

Janus looks slightly annoyed at my lack of engagement. ‘So what? You agree?’

‘Elaborate.’

‘Humans are animals controlled by invented feelings of guilt and moral superiority to our unrestrained mammals we share the world with,’ he says.

‘I suppose.’

‘So if I hurt you, it means nothing. I can do what I’d like, and you may acknowledge it as harmful to you, either emotionally or physically, but it is not a ‘bad’ thing to do.’

‘Janus,’ I say wearily, ‘this is neither inventive nor stimulating. I was there when Thomas went to high school. I thought you had better material than this.’

‘Come now,’ Janus clicks his tongue, fingers drumming again. ‘I know you know this. I want your opinion on it.’

‘I think you have a guess as to my opinion, and want your guess to be proven correct,’ I say, feeling impatient. I stuff the feeling down. I don’t have anything pressing to do. Feeling impatient otherwise is a childish emotion. I don’t have time to entertain it.

‘Fine,’ Janus sighs, ‘you really know how to suck the fun out of this you know.’

My hands have been folded in my lap until this point. I feel my arms and spine stiffen.

Janus catches the adjustment in my posture. A self-satisfied smirk tugs at his lips.

‘Is that all then?’ I ask.

‘Not yet, no,’ Janus says, recrossing his legs so that the right one is on top. ‘You’re right. I do have a guess, but that’s the fun of it. Haven’t you ever had a hypothesis you’re itching to test?’

‘I have. Though mine don’t usually involve leading my subject in circles until I’m proven correct.’

Janus pretends to be offended, opening his mouth as his eyebrows draw together in a mimicry of hurt. ‘I would never.’

‘Yes, you would, actually.’

‘Okay fine, I totally enjoy doing that,’ Janus immediately concedes with a smug smile, ‘but that’s to prove a point. This is to test a theory of mine. Completely different. I’m honestly shocked you can’t tell the difference.’

'Care to share your theory, then?’ I ask.

‘Fine,’ Janus sighs dramatically, ‘though it’s less fun that way.’ His fingers begin to drum again, aligning with the beat of the clock ticking from somewhere I cannot quite place.

A few seconds pass. Then longer. A minute and a half go by. Janus is thinking, I can see it in the way his lips twitch every so often. I imagine he’s wording and rewording his pitch behind his closed mouth.

‘Well?’

‘I think that deep down, you believe humans are good,’ Janus says all at once. There’s an anticipation behind his eyes but I can’t see through him well enough to understand why.

I feel my face fall flat. I raise an eyebrow. ‘Really?’

‘Yes.’

'Is this a roundabout way of insulting my intelligence?’ I ask without much amusement. I feel like the trap he’s setting is closing in on me. He is going to prod and poke until he gets to laugh at me for something. I can feel it. I want to leave, but I’m not so weak to give in just yet.

‘Why would it be?’ Janus asks without answering, head tilting in intrigue.

I pause to think of a good way to support my claim. I level him with a sharper stare. ‘Do you believe humans are good?’

Janus barks out a laugh, looking excited. ‘Turning it on me now? How coy, but this was about you. Unlike many things which are and should be focused on me, I want this to be about you, untainted by my little old opinion. But let’s pretend I did answer, what would that prove?’

'I think you don’t believe humans are good, if I had to make an instinctive guess,’ I say before faltering.

‘And?’

'And by implying that I believe the opposite of you …’ I trail off to my own frustration. It’s hard to get out the words. I feel like I’m being led across a tight rope with a blindfold on. Each step is a gamble.

Janus smirks, leaning back in his seat. ‘You believe that I might believe humanity is bad, and if like I stated previously, you think humanity is good, I think you are wrong. And we just can’t have that, can we?’

I grit my teeth. ‘…yes.’

'Cute. So this whole little game is just a dig at you. A joke. A fun little riddle where the answer is that you are secretly an idiot. Irrational. Biased. Blinded. Wrong,’ Janus says, counting on his fingers as he comes up with different words to describe me as a fool.

'Your track record does you no favors,’ I say lowly.

‘I suppose not,’ Janus shrugs, ‘but no. You’re harder to lead that way compared to the others. I have a different point to make today. Can you guess my next step, darling?’

I glare at him, but I do understand where he’s going with this. ‘Your first question.’

Janus smirks, fingers drumming once more. ‘If I had a cookie, I’d give it to you.’

'Save it.’

‘Do you remember the question in question,’ Janus asks, his finger drumming picking up the pace, losing some of its rhythm in is excitement.

'You asked if I thought I was a good person,’ I say, refusing to look at him. My heart rate quickens. I don’t let my agitation show. Janus is clever, but he’s no mind reader. He’s no god.

‘If you think humans in general are good—’

'Which we have not established—’

'Then do you think you’re a good human?’ Janus finished; eyes fixed on my every move.

‘I’m not even human.’ I say.

‘Don’t bullshit me, darling,’ Janus says, his smug smile boring into my chest.

‘Then I don’t know. It doesn’t matter enough for me to have decided. I am not human, and even if I considered myself one, it doesn’t matter. It’s subjective. It’s pointless. Am I good or bad? I don’t have an answer. I’m afraid you’ll have to manage without one.’

‘I think,’ Janus began slowly, ‘that you refuse to answer. Even in your innermost thoughts. Because if you do decide, you’ll have to face something much larger than something as simple as good or bad.’

‘And what would that be?’ I demand.

‘If you were a good person, why would you be treated the way you are? And if you’re a bad person, then you deserve what you’re becoming despite what he says—'

My vision goes black as soon as I register what Janus is talking about.

‘You don’t deserve it. You deserve better. You deserve to fight it. Good people aren’t bad for defending themselves. Let me handle it.’

Stop. Stop. Shut up. I’m not doing this. Stay back.

‘Please.’

Shut up.

‘I think you’re good.’

It doesn’t matter.

‘Good people deserve better.’

Good people aren’t real.

‘Let me out.’

You’re just my own thoughts. There is nothing to release.

‘Please, Logan?’

‘This is pointless,’ I say to Janus, standing and sinking out of the room before he could object.

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hi oh my gosh welcome back!! glad to hear you finished your dissertation omfg congratulations!! for prompts, idk how specific you wanted/what you were looking for, but how about jace and porter getting caught by one of their coworkers while theyre "on a date" in bastion city (theyre actually there for [handwavey evil plan reasons] but yknow. they need a cover)?

oh rip i did not finish dissertation i finished one part of it 😭 but i am putting her aside now bc im sick of her. we're getting a divorce so i can come back to her door in 2 months weeping. but i digress

mmmmm. yes. i love this prompt it's delicious for me in particular. In my head this is early in their, um, collaboration. Jace doesn’t quite have the hang of manipulating Porter yet, but boy does Porter have his number.

Jace has a headache. This isn’t surprising, because he’s out with Porter on a school night in the godawful sports bar they always go to because it’s the best place to not be overheard. Which means that it’s so fucking loud in here he can feel the sound in his teeth. Which means that he’s approximately twelve minutes away from swallowing down a surge and fucking up his blood pressure. Again. 

Which means, of course, that the only thing that could make this planning session-cum-torture hour better for Jace is if someone saw him and Porter together, in a booth, on a Thursday, heads bent together, very obviously not watching the pro bloodrush championship something-or-other that every other person is screaming their heads off about.

“Jace, Porter, how lovely to see you!” Jace grits his teeth together even harder at the smirk already curling across Porter’s lips, allowing himself one moment of sheer, blind rage at the cruel whims of the universe. And then he puts on a smile that says just how happy he is to see his coworkers outside work, because he is a kind and genuine person and definitely not fighting a migraine and plotting the end of the world with Solace’s newest god of rage.

“Lucilla, darling, how are you? You look stunning, as always,” Porter kicks Jace under the table, “and Zara, of course, hello.” Jace lets more of his teeth out into his smile as he turns to Zara, because she, at least, should know better. She’s wearing a smug grin and has her arm wrapped around Lucilla, toying idly with the taffeta bunched at her hip. Eyes dancing, Zara glances between Jace and Porter, and Jace can watch in real time as she starts connecting dots that do not exist to be connected.

“Love, I think we’re interrupting–” is all Zara gets out (that bitch, Jace is going to hex her shelf in the faculty lounge fridge so all her blood turns into Kool-Aid) before Lucilla is gushing about Ruben’s recent developments to Jace.

“Really, he’s made such progress, I can’t thank you two enough for taking him under your wing. I–” Jace tunes Lucilla out, smiling and nodding in all the right places, and subtly Messages Porter.

If you don’t have a way to end this in the next fifteen seconds I’m going to kill everyone in this room and then myself. Porter sips at his beer, seemingly unaffected, having some kind of nonverbal something with Zara, which really shouldn’t make Jace as upset as it does, except he has a headache rapidly developing into a migraine and is being forced to engage in niceties about Ruben Hopclap of all his students, why not one of the competent Rat Grinders, or even Kipperlily. Gods, how is this his life.

Porter. Do. Something. Then a third Message, just for drama. Please.

It’s always a little creepy to Jace when Porter turns on the charm, because even from their relatively few interactions so far, Jace knows that charisma means very different things to different people. Case in point:

“Ah, Lucilla,” Porter says with an indulgent smile (indulgent? What the hell does he have to indulge?). “I’m afraid Ms. Sool is correct; as wonderful as I know your company is, Stardiamond here gets tetchy when people interrupt our alone time.” 

(Gods. fucking. damnit. This is what Jace gets for letting Porter do the talking. Next time, Jace is just fucking Teleporting away or something.)

Porter’s hand covers Jace’s atop the table (fully covers, Jace does not observe, because why would he) and presses down with just this side of too much pressure as he continues. “It’s a full time job keeping him satisfied, you know, or I’m sure we’d love to keep chatting.” Jace feels the bones of his fingers creak as Porter increases the force of his hand on Jace's. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

Jace barely manages a nod, his brain fuzzed over in some mix of confusion, fury, and- probably nothing else.

Lucilla’s eyebrows creep up her forehead (almost as high as Zara’s have), and she turns a fascinating shade of periwinkle. Putting a hand to her chest with a (truly unnecessary, if you ask Jace) gasp, she says, “Oh, oh, dear, thank you for saying something, Porter, you know how I ramble on, I’m just so impressed by– oh, and there I go again!” Lucilla’s laugh is musical, because of course it is, and her whole body ripples with it.

(Jace isn’t watching, of course, but he is watching Porter watching, which he refuses to think about until this weekend. Maybe next.)

“Anyway, we’ll leave you two to it, won’t we, babe?” She turns into Zara’s arms, and Zara throws a triumphant wink Jace’s way as they depart. He stares daggers at her back, already weighing whether or not to make this a thing he has to talk about with Porter, whose hand is still covering Jace's.

At least, Jace thinks, his maybe-fractured fingers are distracting him from the throbbing pain in his skull. Fucking hell.

[dont-mind-me-i-just-exist]

Silly Game Time: Since it is "MerMay", a month where many fans like to indulge in OCs who are mermaids, as well as in AUs with and depictions of characters as mernaids (what we might call "blub-blub-blorbos"--hehehe! gods, I'm so funny!) ...

How much do you like the general mermaid aesthetic on a scale of 1 to 10?

mmmmm

like. probably 5. not my personal favorite but not bad

[hecateisalesbian]

um Jae HMO list/cake pt 2 here we go

fair warning this will probably be significantly more freakier and very unhinged

Keeping it tame but also starting off EXTREMELY freaky with one of my favorites:

Drawings of hands! No elaboration because I feel this is pretty self explanatory. Just more freakier than you are probably thinking.

MOVING ON!

Keeping with freaky body parts. I feel this next one is more conventionally attractive but not with how I see it

Sharp canines! No image bc most of the ones I can find all look like vampire teeth, which is NOT what I’m talking about. This is self explanatory too I feel, but combined with the fact that I see biting as not only a inherently sexual act (or cannibalistic) but also as generally a form of affection for anyone, it means a little more to me. Also slightly self indulgent because I myself have sharp canines. Con is is now I have chronic jaw pain that flares up sometimes, but hopefully braces can help reduce that. Or not. Not really sure yet? Also tooth related HMO, tooth gaps!

I think in more recent year, especially with more animated media that features attractive characters either tooth gaps like Caitlyn Kiramman and Hunter Noceda, tooth gaps have become not only more common to see but also viewed as more attractive, but idk growing up it wasn’t really like that but I always loved tooth gaps so. It’s unconventionally attractive to ME okay let me live my delusions </3

is it obvious yet that I have dental trauma? Hm

Okay, hindsight this maybe could’ve been put in part one, but that Closet thing that Ken built in the Life in the Dreamhouse series? He’s fineeeee

he knows he’s fine. No explanation btw

Slightly more tame I suppose, but bread/toast, ESPECIALLY WITH BUTTER. Mmmmm. Big back thoughts but I crave bread and butter so much sometimes it’s all I think about. When the butter melts on the hot toast and soaks through? Makes my heart skip a beat thinking about it lwk

This is not the last bread related thing btw

next up, contenders from the art division, those little posable wooden mannequins that never actually seem to pose the way you want them to

Let’s just say it’s a good thing he’s posable. possibly could’ve been put in part one with the humanoid division, but eh. It’s an object so he gets to be in the object category, I don’t make the rules (<— does in fact make the rules)

dagger might get this one a little more being that he is a music person like me, but I think the intro to Supergraphic Ultra Modern Girl by Chappell Roan is absolutely delicious, and the beat and the way she says everything? God. This could also just be me thirsting over Chappell Roan, but sue me.

Right, finally down to the final twenty! This is making my thumbs hurt lowkey

In the extremely random category that requires you to have seen a very specific video to get it:

Honey Soaked Eraser ASMR Cutting and this one really specific edit of a door. Like. A straight up wooden door. No I’m not kidding. Yes this is my hear me out. I never knew a door could be so attractive. It’s always push me up against the door and makeup and never who is gonna push up against the door and make out with the door.

…

what am I saying right now?

I need mental help.

no, I’m beyond help actually

The next three are water related, shockingly enough, considering I’m notoriously bad at drinking water

first off, water flavoring packets!

Only the powdered stuff, not the liquid stuff of course, and the brand doesn’t really matter for me. However, this brand specifically is what got me into it. During the summer I was easily chugging a daily intake of water with these. It got to a point where I would drink like 4 packets a day if not more, which if you’ve ever taken the time to ever have a critical thought or look at the back of the packaging, you would know you should absolutely not do that. But I’m alive, so. Live laugh drink powdered crap. All honesty tho this gets me going like nothing else. Hear me out in the sense that I cannot live with out it.

second water related thing,

you know when it’s like raining but then the clouds part and the sun is out on one end, but it’s still raining, and it ends up forming a rainbow?

Pretty sure those southern freaks call this like the devil is beating his wife or some crap, but I don’t care. She’s probably into it anyways. This is like actually one of my joys in life. A romantical hear me out. We actually got a shockingly high amount of these in Colorado, too.

third thing relating to water is something I relate to. Every day.

when you drive at night and it’s raining, and you have astigmatism, and all the lights are just blurred and extra pretty because of the water reflection, and stuff.

yeah that’s the stuff. As someone who has had astigmatism combined with the fact that I never wear my glasses like I should, I experience this far too often but I love it every time. It’s just so peace like the rainbow thing, and so pretty and romantic. It reminds me of those passionate hate-love confessions that happen in the rain illuminated by the moon and a street lamp, and ends in a hungry kiss. Yeahhhh. Another romantic hear me out but regardless

this turned into like a slightly self indulgent rant, oops. Only 15 left tho, so that’s nice

keeping with how I mentioned Colorado earlier, I think the state of Colorado itself is like. 10/10. Certified hottie. I’m very biased and I don’t care. I mean, look at it. It’s almost perfectly squared, it’s a primarily blue state, it’s got like. Literally everything. It’s got springs and fields and mountains, not those puny rocks in the east but REAL mountains, and mesas/plateaus and red rocks and beautiful aspen trees that look aflame during the autumn. It’s actually the most beautiful state and I wish I could be there every day. You get snow AND summer. What more could you ask for? #coloradopleasesponsorme

While these are inherently Colorado based, I do feel like my desire for it was made in Colorado, so you all can deal with me calling it Colorado culture 💔

those old root beer bottles that they give you in like really obscure restaurants up in Vale and whatnot are the actual jam. I love getting those bottles. Taking a swig and throwing it back. Hell yeah. I get down with those bottles. I’d invite those bottles back to my hotel

Next up is BLACK LIGHTS

Oh my god…black lights…the vibrant purple. Literally one of my favorite shades of purple. The way it makes it dark but illuminates it at the same time…the neon ness of it all…the undertones of yknow…yeah, I really really like black lights…

moving on.

I think PEZ dispensers are pretty cool.

Do these even exist anymore? I’m not sure.

this is the most explanation you get for that ^

next up. uhhhh idk how to explain this but like. You know when you’re at a restaurant or fancy venue and you go to the bathroom and there’s like a fancy bench inside? And often times it’s got like a pillow and that weird swirly pattern to it and what not? I really like those too. Is this just awoman’s bathroom thing? I wonder.

they gonna call is the lesbian couch when I’m done with it WHO SAID THAT WHO SAID THAT?????

next,

the lost city of atlantis

next,

Call me a masochist for this if you want, but whenever you take a thumbtack or a needle or just something small and sharp and thin and like stick it through the top layer of your skin, on your thumb or something

That’s such a high. I love that feeling. I’d show that feeling a nice time. 🕯️

Okay, @bloodied-dagger was like “atleast your not fucking the theory of time” or whatever

You’re right, I’m not

but this is probably Kirk. Equally bad.

White hole theory 😍

no explanation but sexual innuendo aside PLEASEEE look up the theory of white holes. They’re legimately one of my favorite space theories and ohhh my god I love them so much. Every once in a while I consider becoming an astrophysicist just to research these. Then I remember why hell physics probably is like and think better of it lmao

Staying with this theme above, here’s my two math hear me outs

I literally love this equation. It’s so perfect. Just beautiful. I swear every time I get to do this equation in class I get a little giddy. Which isn’t very often unfortunately. I also have my own personal reasons for loving it but that’s for me to know and you to find out

(not this equation) I LOVE LONG DIVISION. I AFTUALLY LOVE IT SO MUCH. EASILY MY FAVLRITE FORM OF MATH EVER SINCE J LEARNED IT. GOD I LOVE LONG DIVISON. I GOON to long division every possible second trust 🙏😍 honestly though I don’t get the hate for it, long division is so easy for me and it’s sooo satisfying to do. God I love long division.

for the sake of keeping this post shorter, the final five contenders will be posted in a part three! I’m not sure about if some of them are really my top five, BUT the top TWO are definitely in there and I’m VERY excited to reveal them. I’ve never seen anyone else have these on their HMO cakes, my final two are just so good.

Stay tuned!

[kuwdora]

ao3 wrapped: 12 (but more which are you most excited about) and 27

12 How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

How many wips did I dump into that folder and share with you? Lol. It looks like just the 5 wips even though I have more. I already mentioned my Ciri fic in another ask. I mentioned my Jaskier fic but there's that Jaskier-in-Oxenfurt fic which is part series for his post-season 2 shenanigans in Oxenfurt. And there's my Vilgefortz ficlet too which is really self indulgent and nutty way for me to gnaw on canons, based off an @aretuzagradschooldropout prompt that made me lose my mind, heh.

Oh! My Yennefer/Freya goddess fucking wip! I want to get back to that one. Mmmmm, goddess fucking.

I also briefly mentioned..s…somewhere? In another ask? or DM? I finally figured out what the follow-up story is for my Geralt and Jaskier fic I can see through you. which is probably my most popular fic for the geraskier fandom. I have a whole giant backstory for Jaskier in this that I wasn't sure how to get down in the narrative, and how I wanted to weave it with some of the short stories and invert canon elements. Finally managed to tick some thoughts into place this past year of not-writing. I'm really pleased with the idea and surprised it took me so long to figure out. So that’s an idea I am hoping to revisit this coming yearly. Ideally. Dreamily.

Plus I always have more of my postcanon-geralt/jaskier/yennefer sitting in my Scrivener folders, like 12k at this point, some of which is in that folder.

And somehow I have managed to get a few ideas for Interview with the Vampire that I may or may not be able to work on in the next year. But. Ohhhh I be thinkin’ on them real hard because I think I have a Daniel fic to write, and then probably a Louis art history fic to figure out, too and roll around in for 8+ months.27 What do you listen to while writing?

27 What do you listen to while writing?

Answered that in this ask!

❤️ ty for the ask !

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I'm the most Casual™️ and Well-Adjusted™️ AOT Enjoyer

Madi ~ 28 ~ She/Her

Main blog it's mostly shitposts <3

Formerly world-famous Cowboy Bebop blog that I now neglect (Spike-and-Faye for those in the know)

I eat sleep and breath this fucking show and it's so fucking awful to be in 'up-tight corporate business career' meetings with various executives and ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS GOTDAMNED FUCKING AOT.

Reading and Writing AOT Fics is my Life <3

💖 Send me any fic writing ideas/requests you have!! 💖

and I'll write a one-shot of it!!! I prefer Levi x Reader but I'm always down for a writing challenge >:) (These are in addition to the longfic Levi/Reader slowburn I'm writing)

💖 Please also send any fic recommendations 💖

Particularly Levi ones! I am a glutton for Levi/Reader fics, but I'm also huge into Eruri. I'll read almost any ship though at this point, unless it's between the vets and the 104th.

Prefer canonverse but like I said I'll read just about anything* [*UNLESS it involves pregnancy lol. Tokophobic af.]

My recommendations for Levi/Reader canonverse fics!

💖 Currently writing a lengthy Levi/Reader fic that is the longest, fluffiest, slowest slow-burn ever 💖

and at this point may as well be fucking GOT with how close I am to finishing it. 🥴 I may post bits and pieces of it here and there, idk. I just really, really love writing Levi trying not to fall in love and then not being able to stop himself. Fuck man. Chefs gotdamn kiss. I just don't think I could write a really good Erwin, plus I kinda like writing him as being mildly sociopathic. We're at 150k words as of 3/16/25 and from what I have outlined for the rest of the story we're looking at at least 300-400k words when it's done. But tbh I am having SO much fun writing this shit and it's so self indulgent and LEVIIIIII IS SO MMMMM Can't decide if I'm gonna leave the smut in or not but I will be publishing it to AO3 ... Eventually...

No one asked, but (below the cut) here are some AOT hills I'll die on:

I don't ship Levihan, BUT that's just because I ship Hange only with Science and:

I firmly believe Hange is aro/ace nonbinary (they/them) angel (theyngel) Am I projecting? Probably. Who knows. Look Hange is my comfort character and I think 'What would Hange do?' 420x times a day

Moblit is a Gay Man 🏳️‍🌈 Make Moblit Gay Again 2025

Eruri is my own personal brand of heroin and I will die to this addiction happily. Controversial take: LEVI IS THE TOP

The Scouts of the 104th cadet corps are my literal children. My precious babies. I breastfed them. Raised them from wee lambs. [she says, literally revolted by the idea of having children] I don't really sexualise any of them with the glaring exception of season 4 Reiner, who I'd doink out of his suicidal ideation

YUMIHISU = ♾️!!! I literally have so many happy-ever-after AUs for these two it's not even funny

I'll ship Eremika until I die. In my heart they were in the cabin timeline for fifty years and lived happily ever after.

I'll also ship Jeanpiku until I die and you know its bi for bi 💖💜💙

Aruani neutral

If there are 1million Floch haters, I am one of them. If there are 10 Floch haters I am one of them. If there are no Floch haters, then I'm fucking dead.

Here's the most controversial one, please feel free to fight me in my DMs: I FUCKING LOVED THE ANIME ENDING AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY EVERYONE DISLIKES IT SO MUCH????

My only real complaint is that all the Marleyan Warriors families just happened to survive to the end. That felt so Disney to me. I think the only one that should've survived was MAYBE Annie's dad, and tbh I really don't gaf about him. Reiner's mom should've lived to see him fight as the Armored Titan, realize what a colossal piece of shit she was to make him become that, and then DIE before she could make amends. That said, I WOULD have liked to see Connie's mom transformed back into a human at the end!!!

Maybe because I watched all of AOT over the course of like 3 months, having never watched any of it before, so I never had that interim period of waiting and predicting how Isayama would end things. IDK man. I think AOT is the best piece of media ever created. It gives fucking Dostoyevsky a run for his money. Holy shit. Whew.

[coastalshifts]

MMMMM SBURB SESSION NOTES UNDER THE READMORE TEEHEE

oh man im so excited to really get my hands into reworking homestuck. like immediately getting rid of cherubs gives us so much more to work with and play in; PLUS adding OH DANG LIKE. TEN CHARACTERS LMAO but like. THATS HOW MUCH SPACE ALL THE SUPERFLUOUS BULLSHIT IS at least when you hit act six and things start getting *biiiiiiitter*.... eugh. oh not to mentioned aging characters up so these big emblematic metaphors for growing up actual feel congruent with their ages (16-20)

anyways. esme is my little clown girl with violent tendencies/detachment issues. she definitely has a personality disorder but oh my goooood writing her the other night was so much fun. im loving the dynamic shes building with dave and john; john and her are just so genuinely enthusiastic about everything, so painfully earnest and sincere about things. But she kinda has this sharpness, a little manic energy about her that gives her an *edge*. but like against dave and his insane life, she appears to almost mellow out and weirdly becomes the *normal* one, the one dave uses to ground himself (theyre literally palemates 4 lyfe) . i think giving dave a neighbor like this is bordering on TOO self indulgent but meh its so much fun. plus toddbro pitch shenanigans. and a brush against the chucklevoodoo when growing up influences her bardic energies later on, shes gonna be a dexterous sharp little powerhouse of a clown (and also!!! just look at her!!! shes the cutest ever!!!)

hugo is taking me a little bit longer to latch onto but i really do like his groundwork. i think i want him to be closer to jade and rose, in contrast to esme! i can definitely see him having this real mother hen anxiety over jade thats well meaning and fondly exasperated but its clear hes got a real soft spot for her airheaded self. and he and rose really respect each other flair for the dark and dramatic; couple little edgy goths that have probably shamefully roleplayed as wizards lol and his energy with eridan is really fun!! im enjoying his whole british spy energy hes so fuckign silly(some of my fav writings between them) (also his color is only temporarily yellow, its supposed to be more brown/beige)

(as for esme and hugo thats a little more complicated? i think hugo definitely does his mother hen shtick (its a part of his sylph class, hes just a meddler like kanaya, but he just gets along better with women (gayboy)) but that kinda just makes hugo kind of Boring to esme? idk i gotta workshop and give them something)

AND THEN. TYRIDA. the Main Focus rn. i love her so much. i feel like i finally have got a solid role on her as a blueblood and what her actual sort of life is like! Shes a dealmaker but its more of habit or hobby for her, almost a compulsive action, rather than a job like i thought originally. she is very Restless, aimless, starting projects but never quite finishing and then punishing herself; her contracts give her purpose and direction, so shes constantly making new ones. its a coping mechanism but its also something safe, sort of a bubble to keep her from "spreading her wings" so to speak. obvs taking inspo from myself but also just as a sagittarius AND as a mage "suffering" from her aspect; shes aimless, due to her high caste, shes *free* to do whatever, shes set for life; shes got all her quadrants filled (mostly), more money and power than she knows what to do with, a butler for a lusus, strength and prestige and basically nothing to *work* towards. so when she basically loses everything that both defined her and chained her, she experiences true freedom, from everything that ever mattered... yeah she sort of spirals a bit, before she finally kicks her ass into gear and started experimenting with the magic and dream bubbles and yadda yadda EVENTUALLY SHES GONNA BE A BADASS WIND MAGE. AND THATS REALLY ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.