#Special Occasion Euphoria

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Balloons Happy Birthday Party Girl

"Celebrating Another Year of Wonderful Adventures and Joyful Moments 🎈🎂🎉 #BirthdayBliss"

[moe-broey]

Something absolutely insane is tjhat like. If I actually conformedb tj Standard Masculinity like I might actually be moderately more "acceptabel" in my Mom's eyes. Liek it woulf "Make Sensr" anf she woudln't Like It but it woulf Make Sense.

But cause I suffer from some kindof syndrome I refuse to conform to antwthings ever at all. I hated having longhair in girlmode I hatrf having really short hair as a guy standatd "masculinity" is stiffling anf suffocating anf I'am absolutely at my most comfortable when I'm just in shorts w tights undernralth. The masculinity comes fron Me because J'm a guy. Being a man is fycking meaningless to me if I Cannot Be a Weird Little Guy about it .

[radiantteacup]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄���𝐀𝐃𝐄!

✧.* Cunnilingus, Consensual Somnophilia, Vulgar language, Orgasm, Overstimulation, Vaginal Penetration, Literal Recorded Porn, Mentions of male masturbation,

༊*·˚How Suna, Atsumu, and Oikawa would record you two fucking.

˗ˏˋFeaturing ´ˎ˗ Suna Rintaro, Atsumu Miya, and Oikawa Tooru

Suna Rintaro...

༉‧₊˚. His videos are clean, erotic but well thought out- think classic twitter porn. He plans to make a movie with you, ensuring everything is set up before he dives in.

Suna carefully sets his phone up, leaning it against the lamp on your bedside table. He gently slips the sheets and blankets off your naked body before pressing record. Then, careful not to wake you, he parts your thick thighs. He slides onto his stomach, resting your legs on top of his broad shoulders. His movements are slow and methodical, his eyes watching your face for any signs of a reaction. Then, gingerly, he licks a long stripe up your exposed cunt. He groans to himself, the taste of you bursting on his tongue. He can't help but dive in all at once, a sudden burst of desperation hitting him like a semi-truck. His grip on your thighs tightens, then he's lapping at your cunt feverishly. He's so focused, so lost in the taste of you that he doesn't even realize you've woken up until your manicured hands are buried in his hair, tugging on the thick locks of his hair. He groans again, his lust clouded eyes meeting your own while his warm tongue is circling your sensitive clit. You throw your head back, tears clouding your vision when two of his long fingers are suddenly pounding into your gummy cunt. Your orgasm is fast-approaching, pleasure sweeping your entire body. Your back arches off the mattress, eyes rolling back, your mouth hung open in a silent moan as you come undone. A familiar feeling of euphoria knocks you senseless as you twitch in his hold, his soft lips pressing kisses to your thighs in an attempt to ground you.

Atsumu Miya...

༉‧₊˚. His videos are a stark contrast to Suna's. His are a heat-of-the-moment ordeal. He decides halfway through fucking you that he needs to remember this night specifically, so he's got to record it. It's messy, and hot, and so erotic.

You feel like you're out of your own body, exhaustion and pleasure leaving your mind completely blank. Atsumu has your legs swung over his hips, his thick cock pounding into your weeping cunny so passionately it has you seeing stars. Your pretty nails dig into the muscles of his back, clinging to him so desperately. Shiny tears slip down your cheeks, pretty moans of ecstasy spilling from between your swollen lips. " Lookin' so damn pretty Baby-fuck! Hold on Doll." He grunts, his grip slipping from your hips as he reaches for his phone; opening up his camera, he presses the red 'record' button before panning the phone over to you. He holds your hip with one hand, the other holding his phone up to record you in all your glory. "Fuckkk Baby.. You're so fucking sexy Doll." He starts thrusting into you again, focusing the camera on where his fat cock is pounding into your creamy pussy. He groans, sliding the view up to your fucked out face, mascara running down your plump cheeks, mouth hung open in a moan. He's totally gonna jack to this later, when he's away at a game.

Oikawa Tooru...

༉‧₊˚. He likes to video you on special occasions. For example, when you dress up in lacey lingerie for his birthday. Thinks you look so pretty like this, and it makes him feel like he's on top of the world.

Oikawa has his phone propped up against your abandoned wine glass on the bed side table, angled to face the two of you. His phone records as you bounce on his lap, loud squelching sounds and the smell of sex permeating the bedroom. His hands rest on your hips helping you lift yourself on and off his thick cock. The white lingerie you had picked out for this occasion decorated your perfect body, he insisted he fuck you in it. Your head was thrown back in pleasure, your right hand buried in his fluffy locks of hair, the other thrown lazily over his shoulder. His head was buried in your neck, his plump lips leaving hickies all over your neck, collarbones, and chest. He groaned between his love bites, obsessed with every part of you. "You're so pretty f'me Baby. Love you so damn much Baby Girl." Your mind is fuzzy the romantic sex leaving you dizzy and gasping for air. The thought of this all being recorded for his solo rendezvous made you inexplicably turned on. You hope he likes it. <3

[sphireath-wisp]

#To Live, Not Survive.

Sypnosis: I think finding reasons to live in others is one of the most intimate and beautiful things ever. Like, "yes, I want to live one more day, to wake up in the morning and drag my tired feet across roads to see you - because what would I do without you?" So, I wanted to write that out!

Warnings: Not Proofread, some quotes I made myself (so they might be a little cringy?), messy interchanging grammar, all characters in Sae's section are aged up including Sae himself, cursing, Sae and reader are the biggest situationship ever, Sae's section gets lowkey suggestive at the end(?)

Note: Finding a reason to live in others does not mean fully using others and relying on them as your only reason to live - that is unhealthy and there should be a balance of self-sufficiency and independence in everyone.

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Mikage x GN! Reader

Michael Kaiser

"It's not every day I let someone waltz into my life and hang around me, so be honored. I don't let just anyone poke their nose into my business, so feel special. You pried your way into my heart and I chose you because I like you, so I'm gonna make you feel special and you have no say in it." - Sphireath-wisp

"You're home early." You throw off your shoes before he quickly pulls you into a tight hug. Kaiser lets you out of his embrace with a low chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear as you continue, "I was supposed to make dinner tonight. If I had known you'd reach home early, I would've started preparing already."

You frown. "You might have to wait a little longer for dinner tonight then. Why didn't you tell me anyway?"

"It's fine," Kaiser brushes it off with a mischievous grin - you can already tell he has something planned. His hands clasp yours in his, a gentle tug towards the dining table without much explanation. You follow him in the dim lighting, eyes sparkling at the candlelit dinner on the table. The scented candles fill the room with the sweet smell of vanilla and cast a warm glow on the plates of food, all of which range from your home country's traditional dishes to your own personal favorites - there's even German food.

Pleasantly surprised, you question, "Woah, what's the special occasion?"

"Nothing much. Just felt like celebrating us, Meine Liebe." He hums, voice smooth as honey. He pulls out your chair, gesturing for you to sit first. The ends of your lips curve up - he was always such a gentleman with you. Getting comfortable in your seat, your eyes travel to the food again, euphoria swirling in you when you're reminded that he did this for you and only you.

By the time you look up, he's seated across from you. "This is amazing, babe." You comment and pull your plate closer to you. Kaiser begins dinner with you, placing a cut of schnitzel on your plate first before serving himself. "Go ahead, start eating," Kaiser grins from ear to ear, eagerly anticipating a favorable reaction from you.

"...Hey, it's pretty good! I didn't know you could cook."

"Germans tie a lot of importance to family and the community. I learned a few recipes from my family when I was younger." He took a bite out of his food.

"So this is why you had that shit-eating grin when I came home? Because you wanted to surprise me?" You gaze at him, the corner of your eyes crinkling when you can't help but smile. A little playful banter always made dinner fun. "I wonder which 'top 10 things to do for someone special' website you searched for."

Kaiser gasps, nudging you from under the table and earning an amused laugh from you. The latter rolled his eyes. "You know," Kaiser starts, "you're more than just someone special, der Liebling." Pink is dusted on your cheeks when you hear him speak. "Really? Is that so?"

"Do you not believe you're more than just special to me?" He scoffs. "I don't let just anyone become my significant other, so be honored." Kaiser points his fork at you. "I did all of this because you're special to me, so feel special, Meine Liebe."

And he wasn't saying this just to be romantic. No, he set up this dinner with you in mind. He researched and followed recipes to a tee because he wanted you to like them. He bought candles and put his whole heart and soul into them so you would feel special - because you are.

You're really something, you know that?

He didn't mind pampering you and spoiling you to no end. He's found purpose in reminding you that this relationship is worth investing into, worth all of the time and fights, worth all of the misunderstandings. He's found joy in helping you, in letting you rely on him when you need assistance in anything honestly. Maybe he was just power-hungry. Having you lean on him meant that he was in control, but Kaiser is genuinely fond of you trusting him enough to be vulnerable around him. Plus, it's cute and he can tease you all night about it.

"I do feel special." You say with hearts in your eyes, "But still, why the grand gesture?"

Kaiser leans in, warm gaze meeting yours. "I chose to do this because I love you and I'm gonna make you feel treasured - no matter what." You pause, blush creeping up your cheeks.

"You're so cheesy."

"You love that about me, don't you?"

Rin Itoshi

"I haven't shown you the extent of my passion. I need you to see me win because that's what I promised you - a future where you feel safe with me, where I can experience both your sorrows and joy, a future where I can walk next to you and recite to the world how lucky I am to have you. Please, let me prove this to you." - Sphireath-wisp

"You know Rin," You began suddenly, staring blankly at him. " I would marry you if you asked me to." The striker almost drops his pen at your words, his heart almost stops in his chest but continues to drum against his ribs. He glances at you from across the table, resting his cheek on his hand and effectively covering the lower half of his face - just in case he was blushing.

"Hah? Don't declare something like that as a joke." or so he chides. You have to be joking. He's positive you're joking because that's the only way he can play this situation off without it etching into his memory and replaying it in his mind. It'll haunt him for who knows how long and his heart will explode. Be a little more merciful with him, won't you? You don't know how strong of an effect you actually have on him.

"I'm not!" The words the irrational, illogical part of him was elated to hear aloud. You only reaffirm yourself even more when he doubts you, a pout on your face. "I'm being serious, Rin. I thought about it and everything."

"For how long? Ever since you sat down and stared at me (something he pretended that he wasn't distracted by) doing my homework 5 minutes ago?" You watch his eyebrows furrow and gaze harden. "(Name)... don't go deciding who you'll marry so early on."

"I only needed 5 minutes," You proudly announce, legs swinging back and forth under the table. "Doesn't that tell you that I needed little time to consider because I was so sure you're the one I wanna marry, my future husband?" Rin's head swerves elsewhere and you lightly kick him in the shin, under the assumption that he was so dumbfounded by your reasoning that he refuses to even look in your direction.

And you were right - half-right. He was dumbfounded, bewildered, stunned to the point that his composure had been rudely thrown out of the window. The deep breath he took - which you presumed to be an exasperated sigh - didn't help calm the intense pounding in his chest, he could still hear it loud and clear in his ears. He scowled, a heat he was forced to get accustomed to pooling in the apple of his cheeks and taking a physical form as hues of deep red on the tip of his ears. He can't risk facing you in this state.

In normal circumstances, he would label you as an idiot like he usually does, though he never actually means harm. He'd sigh at you and give you this 'seriously?' stare that told you he isn't on the same boat as you, so it won't matter to him if you're sinking. Now, you're the one spouting out poetic lines and you know exactly what you're doing to him - he's positive. Terrible, really, you truly have no consideration for his poor heart.

"What exactly were you daydreaming of during those 5 minutes? What was so convincing that it made you want to marry me, huh?" Rin presses on further.

"I love you. You stood up for me and defended me so many times. You reminded me and constantly drilled into my head that I shouldn't settle for less." and... silence, an uncomfortable one at that.

"That's it?" Rin's face scrunches up as if he was expecting more than just that. "That's all it takes?" He was no good with words, so it came out more harsh than planned. "Come on, there has to be more than that."

You stopped taking the conversation lightheartedly with the sudden change. Your gut churns uncomfortably in you. Your smile fades. "...Am I forgetting something?" Was he expecting you to list out everything he did? Did he think you forgot?

"No, it's just-" Rin curses himself. Pressing his thumb and middle finger on the temple of his head, he rubs his temples in circles and hurriedly slaps words together that he hoped would get his message across. "You can't marry someone for just... that. I won't let you."

You fidget with your hands on the table and he notices your discomfort - he hates this feeling of guilt that stabs his gut, he had forgotten how easy it is for his mouth to run. Stacking his hand on yours, he envelops your hand with the warmth of his - you accept despite everything.

"I'm... not that good at communicating. I still need time." Rin admits something he knew he needed to face if he wanted to be worthy of becoming your husband. He won't allow himself to take up the title of your future husband just yet. "There are still things I want to do to prove I'll always be there for you."

He has always been fighting to prove himself. In soccer, it's to beat Sae. Now, it's embedded in his daily life - whether it's planning dates or learning about you and himself - to prove himself to you that he's worth it. He finds purpose in improving himself and his attitude outside of soccer - to finally convince himself and you that he deserves you. "Don't go calling me your future husband. I'll get complacent before I can show you how far I'll go for you."

Your tense shoulders drop. Lovestruck eyes stare back at him as a relieved sigh escapes you. "Rin..." His name rolls off your tongue in a way that makes him remember just why your voice was his favorite sound, "I love you."

He rubs your knuckles as a silent 'I love you'/apology for the misunderstanding - he'll have to hurry up and learn how to phrase his words better in the future to avoid mishaps like this.

Sae Itoshi

"Humans were so desperate to understand each other that we created languages - both verbal and non-verbal. Isn't that the same for us? For a long time, we didn't know what to say or how to tell each other things so tender, to be vulnerable around each other, but we still wanted to know each other. You squeezed my hand, I squeezed yours - and I telepathically knew." - Sphireath-wisp

Sae can't help but let out a sigh, exhausted from the match that his team won. The tension he held in his body during the match released with the relieving announcement that he won, that all of his efforts didn't go down the drain, and left behind his worn-out body.

He wasn't fond of the idea of joining his teammates for an after-match celebration at the indoor barbecue grill just down the street. Sae was more than aware it would eventually end with them drinking the night away. He burned up enough energy during the fan meet-and-greet - the last thing he wanted was another few hours of putting up with his teammates' antics.

However, he couldn't, not with you in the equation. Oliver butted in during Sae's private phone call with you. Despite all of his objections and retorts directed toward Oliver, him and that smooth voice of his coaxed you into tagging along. Now that you were dragged along with them, he had to keep you close. He's not letting you hang around alone with them, he can't stomach the thought of them bringing you home.

It was a joyous occasion - or at least it was supposed to be. You could notice the glares Sae was shooting Oliver every time he poured another drink for you, the way Sae insisted he should sit between you and Shidou so you could sit at the very end of the seats. Everyone raised their glasses and you followed suit, but Sae always reminded you: "Don't force yourself to if you don't want to. Don't drink too much."

Sae lowers his glass after the collective "cheers", chugging it down with ease. Silently, he chews on his food, eyes occasionally glancing at you to check if you're okay. One sign of his discomfort and he's out of there with you - perhaps he was hoping the both of you could get out there as soon as possible.

He'll put you first this time - something he rarely does for anyone else because he's at his very core, egocentric. If you're enjoying this, he supposes it's okay.

"Hey Sae," You pour him a drink as everyone else is absorbed in their own conversations, the alcohol adding a slight flush to your face and the tips of your ears, "are you happy?"

He takes a moment to process your question, the alcohol having its own effect on him. "...yeah, why? Are you not?"

"I am, very actually. I'm happy you won. You worked hard for it and you deserved it," you add - being tipsy does certainly make it easier to express yourself to the midfielder as it causes you to begin rambling a little, "You just seem a little... upset?"

Things between you and him go quiet and you glance away. "No, never mind. Forget I said anything-"

"Yeah, I am. I want to go home." Sae speaks bluntly - he's always like this, but it seemed much harder with you. It was as if he had to be careful when it came to you, scrutinize and pick every word to make sure the message he wanted to get across wasn't distorted.

"You can always go, you know? I'm sure your team would understand," You say between bites. He's painfully reminded that you aren't his, that as much as he wants to tell you that he wants to go home with you - he just can't cross that line between friendship and something even bigger. Sae takes calculated risks, but his feelings aren't numbers, he can't decipher this.

His hand accidentally brushes against yours and your skin feels like it was on fire against his touch. Goosebumps made their mark across your body and he notices when you shiver. Under the table, you cautiously reach out for his wrist.

"Sorry, can I?" You mumble, looking elsewhere. You can't bear to meet his gaze right now, it'll melt you. Sae's hands reply by enveloping yours, intertwining fingers. He holds your hand tighter and it feels electric. You can feel every callous, his fingertips hovering over your skin. You look at Sae, making eye contact with him.

He's focused on you, hooked onto the way your hand was practically made for him. It fit so perfectly in his. He couldn't get enough. You started this, so you better finish this was the look Sae gave you, grip hardening when you reached out for your cup.

"Wanna get out of here?"

You watch his gaze soften, melting like honey. He's grateful you can understand him so effortlessly because he doesn't mind treating you better than any of his teammates could. He's sure to learn about you with time, he'll know you like the back of his hand. He lives for the way you already know what to say to him. He feels heard around you.

He's no good at anything else but soccer, so he's found a new passion burning in him to understand you - how you could sit there and look so pretty, eyes clouded and hazy, tips of your ears flushed a pretty red along with the skin of your neck and collarbone. You'll surely explain to him your secret to making him feel so warm inside by tonight, it'd be quite selfish of you to keep things like that to yourself because he wants payback.

"I've been waiting for you to say that."

Reo Mikage

"Not to sound traumatized, but it feels unreal that someone can miss you and want you around so often. I feel like every worry within me keeps repeating, "Until when? until when?" and the people I love and that love confirms, "As long as you'd like."" - Schuylerpeck //tumblr

"Oh! Let's get-"

"Reo, sweetheart." You interject.

"But, I can-"

"No. You are not buying me anything else." Your hand wraps around his wrist, a borderline desperate tug on his arm, "I won't let you." You say firmly and the way your eyebrows furrow tells him that you aren't pleased at all.

"I'm sorry!" He blurts out before you can get any more upset at him, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders when he realizes he overdid it. "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to spoil you. Your favorite bouquet of flowers was right at the display."

You let out a vexed sigh. "As much as I want to say 'it's okay' and let it slide, I'm not going to." Your hand reaches out to carry the shopping bags of items he had bought for you previously, not a single care in the world, and everything paid for with the swipe of his card.

"No, I insist," Reo holds the shopping bag in his other hand, preventing you from reaching it and earning a huff from you. "Baby, I really mean it when I can afford this. I'm sorry I made you upset, but you deserve this."

Reo slowly slips his hand into yours, relief washing over her in waves when you don't resist. "Baby?"

"Yes?" You answer - you always do, to his relief. You're terrible at being strict with him and even worse at being mad at him when he stares back at you, voice gentle and eager to do anything and everything for you. He was at your every beck and call, but you didn't want to abuse that privilege.

"Do you forgive me?" He wants to make sure, he needs to. He won't be able to put his mind to rest if he isn't 101% certain you aren't mad at him or else he might splurge again. If his kisses and charms didn't work, perhaps lady luck will be on his side and you'll spot something you want - then Reo can swoop you off your feet and satisfy that desire of yours.

You narrow your eyes.

"Is that a no?"

"I'm still thinking."

"Do you want to visit our favorite cafe? We can sit down there and rest for a bit. We have been walking for a while. Do your feet hurt? I can carry you! I'll call my chauffeur-"

You sigh, causing Reo to pause and frown.

He feels like he's going crazy in the silence and you feel your own heart clench at how disheartened he looks. You hug his arm to catch his attention.

"Listen, Reo," He stays silent, fully prepared to absorb your words and burn them into his memory, "I'm here because I want to hang out with you. I'm not here because I want a new pair of shoes or more perfume - because if that was the case, I would've just asked you for money. I'm here for you, we could go eat pizza instead of some high-end restaurant and I honestly wouldn't care because you're with me."

"I appreciate the gesture and how you insist you'll pay for all of my expenses," You quickly snatch a bag from his grasp when his guard is lowered, "but I'm not a child. I'm independent too. We have to learn to share our burdens and troubles together in this relationship, okay?"

"You're right," he admits without an ounce of shame and he's a fast learner. He's still a natural charmer, leaning in for a chaste kiss on your forehead. "You're so right. I'm so lucky to have you."

He feels this indescribable joy, to the point where the smooth-talker himself can't put it into words. You're there for him and you always will be, it puts his heart at ease, and it helps him breathe easier. You're engraved into his daily routine and life, but gosh, he can't get enough of you and all the surprises that come along with you.

"Do you forgive me now?" He hums, a little more confident. The lingering voice in the back of his head that drives his mind to the worst possible scenario becomes a little more quiet.

"Of course I do," You press a soft kiss on his cheek.

Taglist: @dewwberry, @saenora

[jalapenokpoppers]

Enhypen hyung line reaction to you asking for them to take their shirt off while cuddling.

Flufffff.

Warnings: none. just blushy enha.

Gn!Reader x Bf!Enhypen

100< Words.

✖️Request.

Song rec: Euphoria, Chymes.

Heeseung:

•He’s a, “Whatever you want, baby” kinda guy.

•Asks you if you want to put his shirt on but prefers if you take your shirt off as well.

•He definitely loves the skin to skin cuddles.

•Will cuddle like that whenever you want.

Jay:

•His ears turn RED.

•Complains that he’ll get cold.

•Will agree to it as long as you guys can be under a blanket.

•It pains him to admit he actually doesn’t mind it.

•It makes him want to fall asleep.

Jake:

•Wide eyes and blushing.

•He loves it though.

•Will definitely insist you wear his shirt.

•His favorite way to cuddle.

•He likes to sleep that way too.

Sunghoon:

•He’s going to have to lose a bet or something to get him to do this.

•Keeps trying to cover himself up.

•Pull his hands away and kiss his chest and shoulders and he’ll evaporate.

•Will only cuddle like that on special occasions.

[gallusrostromegalus]

oh my god I am frothing at the mouth PLEASE tell us about how Unohana is SO WEIRD ACTUALLY

(her reveal is my favorite thing in the whole series and I was obsessed with Bleach for a good long time)

I love Unohana. She's magnificently insane and deliciously fun to write so far.

My take on AEIWAM Unohana is that fundamentally, she just wants to be happy.

Oh, that doesn't sound too nuts. I hear you say.

Yeah, but I also headcanon that she has ADHD. We joke a lot about it on this site, but if you have the good fortune to have functioning dopamine factories, allow me to explain the worst part of it, for me.

There's no passive happiness.

Most people, as I understand it, if left to their own devices without undue stressors like capitalism or any particular stimulation, tend to be able to feel pretty okay most of the time. Which fascinates me because if I am left alone without undue stressors but no stimulation, my malfunctioning dopamine factories will shut down and I will rapidly develop a terrible black depression and paranoia that life is cruel and I will never experience happiness again and also my appetite vanishes and sleep cycle collapses and I will end up mentally and physically distraught, sometimes in less than an hour.

So I've always got to be doing something, or The Horrors get me.

So imagine Unohana, and with a brain that wants to die if she gets bored... living in fantasy magical ancient japan. Not much to do, out in the early days of the soul society, besides being attatcked by monsters, or participating in warfare, or starving to death. the first two, at least, get the blood pumping, but the first is difficult to come by regularly, so as a young woman, the most interesting thing that happens to her on the regular is Mortal Combat.

And how exciting it is! Adrenaline! Dopamine! And on the rare occasions she meets a fellow combat enthusiast, she also gets one of the best things about ADHD- Recognition Responsive Euphoria. You know that great feeling you get at Con or meeting another person with your special interest and you guys just VIBE and it feels like you've been best friends for life in less than five minutes? Yeah, apparently Non-ADHD people don't get that.

So naturally, she develops her skill in combat, not in pursuit of Honor or The Art or something nebulous like, that, but in the simple Pursuit of Happiness. She gets very good at it, and a lot of people die.

But she starts getting... too good at it. The fights don't last, there's nobody willing- let alone able, to meet her on her level and the previous joy she felt fades and fades until she is once again left in the darkness.

Then, a Miracle happens! Some punk stabs her in the lung :)

Man, what an evening for her. Kills a hundred men with barely a stroke and there's no more joy in the world for her when suddenly some barely-legal scarecrow looking bastard with a raggedy sword he pulled out of someone else's corpse appears at the top of the pile of bodies and then goes Ape. Fucking. Shit. on her.

It's the most fun she's had in ages! He's strong and fast and his moves are inefficient but delightfully unpredictable and by the GODS the STAMINA! Alright, she might be 1,000 years his senior but in the soul society age really is just a number and she can't help but be charmed.

So she flirts back by nearly cutting his face off. This DELIGHTS him!

And there it is again, that sudden feeling of intimacy between like-minded individuals, only these two ships aren't passing in the night, there' here to make Titanic 2: Electric Boogaloo. They make eye contact, and know-they're just like me.

True Love is a wonderful thing.

It's also a great opportunity for a surprise thrust and she only sort of manages to block it, and despite the feeling of blood pooling in her lung, she returns the blow full across his chest.

She staggers back, coughing.

He, miraculously, sits up, coughing. He won't die if he can crawl off somewhere to lick his wounds, but he can't continue the fight either.

She stands up, teeth gritted through the pain, and sheathes Minazuki. "What's your name?" She asks. "So I may find you to fight again."

"Don't have one." he wheezes. "But I'll never forget yours."

She's had men spit that as a threat to her before. It sounds very different as a declaration of love.

"Yachiru." she says, trying to not cough up blood. "Unohana Yachiru."

*

A Year later, there's a problem.

Soul Society has a bit of a problem with lungs. They can make entire fake bodies for shinigami to travel the living world, but individual organs, especially lungs... never seem to transplant well. Perhaps it's the fact they're already dead.

Her left lung is "healed" in the sense that it no longer has extraneous holes in it, but... Godsdammit, she still has all the power but none of the stamina. Barely 10 minutes into a fight and she's wheezing worse than The Old Man. 20 minutes and her hands are starting to shake and she's seeing spots in her eyes because she can't breathe well enough to keep the oxygen in her veins. Her fights usually last seconds so functionally she's still one of the most powerful people in the afterlife but it's a far cry from where she was before.

She can no longer be the 11th division's Kenpachi. Hell, she can no longer be the woman she was before.

"Unless you figure out some new medical miracles, this is as healed as it's going to get." Explains the chief medical officer after yet another frustrating checkup.

"...If that's what it takes." She decides.

The next morning she re-enrolls in the Shinigami Academy, under the name Unohana Retsu. The sole change she makes to her appearence is to braid her hair down the front of her chest because people WILL ask about the scar, and she doesn't want to think about how badly she's letting down that warrior with no name.

Either she needs to learn how to get back to his level, or find a new rival and learn to heal them to actually last the 20 minutes she has, or she'll die.

She studies.

To her vast surprise, bodies are actually fascinating. She'd previously seen that there were lots of interesting organs inside people but now learning what they are and how they work and the fact that the human body is already astonishingly death-resistant compared to most animals AND a carefully balanced meat sculpture minutes away from catastrophic failure at all times delights. She learns about the extreme ways humans can survive and the bizarrely mundane ways they can die, and she starts to form an idea- not an image, not a philosophy per se- but a working theory of how to keep someone alive and moving for as long and far as they will go, and what they need to stay upright.

This idea shines so brightly that it can keep that terrible darkness away.

The century practically flies by, and one night she stays up manually pumping the mechanism on a device used to keep the also-failing lungs of a young boy going after the power goes out. He's been blessed by A God that he's lived as long as he has, but even Gods can fuck up sometimes and she effectively has to breathe for him for twelve hours until the God gets its shit back together and he can breathe under his own power again.

"Hell of a fight you put in, keeping him alive." says one of her colleagues, collapsing beside her out in the 4th division medical garden where all the doctors go to smoke.

Retsu slowly exhales the smoke, fatigued but still coming down from the high of success. She cocks her head. Her body aches and her mind races and her heart thrills, just like- "I guess it was. " she realizes. "Interesting fight, going 12 hours in the ring with a dying child and winning because he walked away at the end." She laughs, and hands him the cigarette to share.

"You weirdo." he colleague laughs. He's far too young to remember when she was Yachiru. Most of them are these days, and it's a weird sort of peaceful anonymity and personal joke. "You weren't fighting the kid. If we were actually allowed to fight patients, I'd've stabbed the Kuchki hypochondriac decades ago." he grumbles, taking his own drag.

She snorts. "Who was I fighting then?"

"Death?" smoke billows out as he laughs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

She freezes. Oh. Oh. That's why she likes this so much. She's gone from fighting mere men to the one opponent she knows she can win battles with, but never the war, and who will defeat her personally someday.

"Are. Are you crying?" he asks, a little worried.

"I- yes." She laughs, tears streaming down her face. "I just fell in love all over again."

"Ouch." he nods sympathetically, offering her the cigarette back. "Who with?"

"Death's own Angel, apparently." She giggles, feeling positively prepubescent with this crush.

And thus she goes on, for centuries, learning everything there is to know about bodies and minds and how the two keep each other going and the ways she can help. She gets very good at it, and a many more people do not die.

But there is a special, secret place in her heart for that nameless warrior that defeated her in battle, and made her stronger than every before.

*

Nearly 1,000 years after she stopped being Kenpachi, she is supervising the annual "see if you can kill the captain" tournament. Her colleague Kaname is there, a walking anxiety disorder with undoubtedly real but strangely hard to diagnose phantom pains, but he's still easily in her top 10 coworkers of all time because he made her a new medical record filing system so functional they were actually able to recataloge three millennia of medical records into a usable format in under a decade. He can come twitching into her office any time he likes, especially if it gets her that mass vaccination process for the Rukongai he's been biting The Old Man's heels for.

Then

as suddenly as he had appeared the first time,

He's back.

He's older now and larger, having matured into a spectacular bastard, but there's no mistaking that cutting edge on his reiatsu (which, oh, that has gotten much, much stronger since last time) or that scar running down his face as he turns from where he had just cleft the previous Kenpachi in twain, and stares out into the crowd in the shower of blood, challenging anyone to do something about it. Hell, even when Yamamoto appears to congratulate him on his promotion, Death's own angel's first reaction is to turn to fight the old man without hesitation.

He then promptly picks three different fights with four captains in under five minutes, tells Yamamoto to shove the job up his ass, imply he's had a WILD collection of vocations in the last millennium and furthermore, he has to get home to his daughter.

...Named Yachiru.

Hilariously, Unohana is only having the second weirdest time about this here, because Kaname and Kenpachi are, somehow, even weirder than she is.

[shall-we-die]

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How things would go when you wanna take a shower together?

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• When Solomon and MC decide to take a shower together, it would be a memorable and flirty experience. Solomon would be amused by their shared closeness and intimacy, making jokes and complimenting MC's appearance.

• During the shower, Solomon would make sure to pay special attention to cleaning MC, rubbing their body with his hands and making sure that every inch of their skin is clean. Solomon would also make sure to use gentle but flirtatious language when speaking to MC, letting them know just how irresistible they are to him.

• Taking a shower with MC would be a very intimate and special experience for him. Both Solomon and MC would likely feel some degree of nervousness and excitement, especially when they first began stripping down and entering the shower.

• He would likely be very nervous and unsure of how to proceed, as he doesn't want to overstep MC's boundaries or make them uncomfortable. Yet at the same time he would be excited and eager to share this experience with them.

• He would take things slowly and cautiously, making sure that MC is comfortable and okay with what is happening every step of the way. Solomon would be patient, gentle, and reassuring, making sure that this is an enjoyable and memorable experience for both of them.

• As they finish showering and dry each other off, Solomon would likely feel close to MC and appreciate the special moment they had together.

• If MC were to give Mammon a chance to take a shower with them, Mammon would most likely be a bit shy at first (He's actually over the moon).

• Once he warmed up to the prospect, however, he would become quite playful and possibly even flirty with MC.  This also leads to some playful, romantic moments between them. Overall, Mammon would definitely enjoy taking a shower with MC.

• He would certainly enjoy the experience, as showering with someone he cares about is a great way for Mammon to bond. (He'll show this off to other brothers for rest of his life)

• Now, Mammon wants to take a shower with MC agian, he'll make sure to prepare things in advance. He might have put some rose petals and candles in the bathroom or even bought some new lingerie for the occasion.

• Then, when everything is ready, he'll gently lead MC into the bathroom and start to remove their clothes, looking at them mischievously and seductively. Once they're both in the shower, he'll soap up MC's body and give them a loving scrubdown, making sure they feel clean and cherished.

• As their time together draws to a close, Mammon will tenderly dry the MC off, and together they'll head to the bedroom to continue their evening's festivities.

• If MC wants to wash Mammon's hair and touches him, he likely feels a combination of pleasure and arousal. He enjoys the physical sensations of being touched, especially by someone he cares for, and he may even feel a bit of euphoria from the sensory experience.

• He might also feel a bit of embarrassment, as this is a vulnerable position to be in, but he likely trusts MC enough to enjoy the experience.

[adoremelikeasunflower19]

happened in a heart-ring for @romcom1dficfest

The Love Alarm AU where Harry is a student working at his mum's bakery and Louis is the unattainable embodiment of Harry's every desire. Their paths cross.

To distract himself from the cacophony of Love Alarm ’s notification washing over the room, Harry dedicates his attention to staring at the colourful doodles dancing on the sides of pages of his notebook. Undeniably, witnessing such situations enables developing the ability to sympathise with those lacking social adorations who are haunted by the awareness their being is drowned out by the existence of someone else, glistening, bold and vivid, among the crowd, while they remain unnoticed. Recognising whose arrival must have caused such a reaction does not require complex deduction skills, and simply the knowledge of the presence of this person has a blush bite into Harry’s cheeks. Despite his efforts to make peace and embrace his position, the noise carries an unpleasant reminder of Harry’s blandness and significance. He bites the inside of his cheek as his muscles turn firm because of the tension, and his body naively attempts to blend with the surroundings by remaining still.

Among the assumptions and opinions that could be questioned, denied, or modified to one’s liking, the magnetic aura accompanying Louis Tomlinson’s presence is irrefutable and irresistible. Perhaps, it has its source in his smile, thin-lipped and welcoming, possessing the ability to ignite fire in Harry’s chest and have him purposely long for more of this sweet and addicting warmth. There are days when stars seem to gleam in Louis’ blue eyes, and Harry is willing to pay any price for an opportunity to inspect this view for a couple of seconds, seeking and decoding constellations until he stumbles upon one capable of gilding him somewhere, preferably home. Louis is of a smaller build; his waist was crafted to be held, wider hips accompany a slim and muscular body, and despite being an inch or two shorter than Harry the difference is unnoticeable. Surprisingly, Harry cannot shake the nagging convictions of his smallness whenever he is around Louis, he is often overtaken with the urge to fold and hunch, to ensure he doesn't take too much space, especially if Louis could make better use of it through his wit, charisma, and bright personality. On rare and special occasions, Harry gives in to his inner temptations and indulges in discreetly observing Louis during PE classes, appreciating his body, muscles, coordination and swiftness on the field, the hypnotising glow of sweat marking his cheeks, the redness of his skin, and the earth-shattering grin blossoming upon every goal and morphing into the expression of undisturbed pride and euphoria when they happen to win. Their victory simultaneously turns into Harry’s as it provides a chance, for Louis may take off his shirt, inspiring Harry’s imagination to roam into dangerous places.

[imagine-by-susu]

1990!Erik x GN!Reader – Designing a Mask for Erik HCs

Request by @stickparrot

Warnings: None

Request are open

AN: Do I have an idea what I was doing? No. Am I still posting it? Yes, because my insecurities need to shut up. Enjoy. Designing a Mask for Erik:

You have always been a crafty person making little trinkets from scraps you found around that no one seemed to use anymore

From little jewellery like earrings, rings and bracelets to fancy hats and masks in particular

Many saw it as nothing but trash, but it never discouraged you from making little gifts for the people around you who appreciated the little thought out things you came up with

Erik was one of those few

Poor boy wasn’t used to receive any gifts, so you can bet he is wary at first about your motives

But when you handed him a onyx coloured mask, it’s material had seen better days surely but instead of trying to hide them away you accented them with golden lines like little cracks

This particular mask had taken many sleepless nights and in the end you were satisfied enough to hand it over to Erik

To stay he was stunned at the handiwork was an underestimate

When he asked you why you would even consider to even spend one minute of your time to make a gift for him of all people you gave him a gentle smile

You explained how you wanted to show him your inner most thoughts towards him, the black colour of the mask showing the darkness Erik would dwell in most of his days, while the golden cracks and blemish stood for the man behind the mask, a lonely, broken man and not the monster he and others see him as

Reluctantly he accepted the gift of yours

After that first gift many were to follow because you believe that Erik deserve the nice feeling of receiving something thoughtful and handmade

Many masks were followed varying in colours and shapes, useable for all kinds of occasions

Every single one of those masks gets a special place consisting of a table draped with the most beautiful silks Erik owned and candles giving away a gloomy atmosphere and showing of the little details you had crafted with your own hands into each mask to give it an unique twist

You couldn’t help the smile when you saw Erik wearing one of those masks for the very first time

He held himself much more confident you believed

And it is that smile that has Erik in a state of euphoria he rarely felt

Erik might not voice out the gratitude towards you but his actions were enough for you to see how much he values you and your work

On one afternoon after you had returned from your usual tasks for the day you found a crown flowers on top of your pillow

There was no need of questioning of its origins as you took the delicate flowers into your fingers unaware of the pair of eyes watching from the shadows as you smiled at the attentive gift you had received

[aphroditelovesu]

IF WE NEED MORE FROM YAN MOM RHAENYRA, PLEASE.

❝ 🐉— lady l: I need it too, anon T-T so I made this little hc of her, it was short but I hope you, my dear readers, like it!! Forgive me for any mistakes. <3

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, overprotection, implied murder, unhealthy platonic relationship.

Rhaenyra never really wanted to be a mother and she always made that clear whenever someone brought up the subject of marriage and children, however she knew it was inevitable but as long as she could postpone these events she would. She just didn't expect to get pregnant from what should have been just one night of lust between two people who now hate each other. But one good thing came out of that night and that was you. She lost something that night but gained something she was sure she could never lose.

Although she was apprehensive during the pregnancy, Rhaenyra decided not to interrupt it, even though she knew full well who her real father was. She never told anyone the truth and it was better that way. She didn't think she would really be happy with a child in her arms until you were born. And Rhaenyra could finally understand why they talked so much that she would never love anyone the way she would love her own child.

When your mother was finally able to hold you in her arms, Rhaenyra felt inexplicable things. Happiness, euphoria, love and maybe possessiveness. She grinned from ear to ear, not caring about your cries, she was much more focused on how she felt. She watched you with tears in her eyes, she really felt happy to have you. Something she was sure she wouldn't do, but she was and she wasn't going to let anything happen to her precious baby.

Rhaenyra wants to be the best mother possible for you, she has done everything you ask and more. She would do anything for her baby because she just wants to see you happy. It's a fact that she would kill and die for you if need be, Rhaenyra would defy even the Seven to protect you. It is her duty to take care of you, after all, she is your mother. Everyone knows how much she cares and loves you deeply and possessively but no one dares say a word about it because they don't want to take her fury.

She is a very proud mother of her baby and anything you do, no matter how small, Rhaenyra will be applauding you with fervor and a look full of pride. It's pretty obvious from everyone's eyes who her favorite child is, although she loves all her other children, you are the one she pays the most attention to and the one she dedicates the most to. You are the one she spoils the most, Rhaenyra is always gifting you, with no special occasion, she loves to dress you up too regardless of your gender, she wants to be there to take care of you always. Your mother will bathe you in jewels and silks, all the best for her baby.

Rhaenyra is extremely possessive of you, she gets jealous very easily if someone spends too much time with her baby. It's not hard to notice when she's jealous, her hateful expression towards whoever has your attention already says a lot for her. She wants your attention for her, your mother wants you to stay glued to her at all times, even though it's completely irrational, she doesn't care. She was the one who gave you life, so it's only fair that you always stay with her. Rhaenyra can and will be annoyed and irritated if anyone spends too much time with you, no matter who it is, she is possessive of her baby and always will be. You are hers, you were born from her and will always belong to your mother.

She is overprotective and combined to her temper and possessiveness can become overwhelming to deal with. Rhaenyra is very concerned about your safety at all times, but her heart rate increases when you ride your dragon. She knows it's natural, you're a Targaryen and it's in your blood, but she still doesn't like it. And if you get hurt badly? If you fall off your dragon? Or what if it hurts you? There are so many possibilities and danger that make her anxious all the time. If it were your mother's choice, you'd be glued to her side like a doll, but she knows you can't do that, so she tries her best to dissuade you from activities that could endanger your life. Rhaenyra knows she can't protect you forever, but as long as she lives, she's sure to do it.

Rhaenyra Targaryen tries to be a good mother as much as possible, and in a way, she is. She wants nothing but happiness for her baby, but she is selfish and she wants that happiness to come true only if she is by your side. You are her baby, the child she loves so much and defends tooth and nail from everyone, if she needed to jump in front of a dragon to save you she would do it without thinking twice but at the same time she will lock you in a tower for you to continue by her side. She goes from 80 to 180 really fast in her obsession with you, there are no qualms when her baby is involved. Rhaenyra does anything for you and all she wants in return is you by her side always, like a beloved child should be with it's mother. She wants only the best for you, and because of that, she feels that no man or woman is good enough for you and they will never be, in her eyes. You don't need anyone but her, right? You will always need her, she will make sure of that, just like she will always need you. After all, Rhaenyra is her mother and mothers should never be separated from their children.

''You are the most precious thing I have ever had in my entire existence and that's why I cannot let you go.''

[candylandphotos]

Balloons Happy Birthday Party Girl

"Capturing the Essence of Pure Birthday Delight - Balloons, Laughter, and Unforgettable Memories! 🎈🎉🎂 #CelebrationMagic"

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

The Five Naughty New Years

A collab between @vanwritesfan-fiction and @w1ldthoughts

A series that follows Jack and the readers relationship through five years of celebrating New Years together in the naughtiest ways. Tonight, the reader is in control and Jack’s just along for the ride 😏

Epilogue: Year Six

Warnings: smut, language, references to bondage, overstimulation, references to dom/sub relationship

Written by @vanwritesfan-fiction

You and Jack reached your first wedding anniversary, and after a crazy year of touring and doing long distance, sitting down in a boring restaurant just didn't seem like a good way to celebrate such a milestone. No, one year with the love of your life was something special, and you wanted show Jack just how much he meant to you, both inside and outside of the bedroom.

Jack was coming home from a work trip the night of your anniversary, so you spent the couple days he was away doing some "research" and getting your outfit together. You greeted him at the door, and he had to catch himself on the doorframe to keep from passing out when he laid eyes on you. You were wearing a leather corset, your cleavage spilling over the top, dental floss that was moonlighting as a thong at your hips, knee high stockings, and heels that Jack got you for your birthday. You barely recognized yourself in the mirror, but you had to admit you could get used to the dominatrix role.

"Let's lay down a couple ground rules." Jack grunts out as you tighten the fabric around his left wrist. "Careful, baby. Not so tight." He sucked in his teeth, feeling the rope dig into his skin, wriggling against the mattress.

"What kind of ground rules?" You tie up his other wrist before looping it at the headboard.

"Really, only one ground rule. Stay away from my ass." He gave you a glance that told you not to try anything funny. "Anything else is fair game." Jack chuckled, his eyelids heavy with lust as he looked up at you.

"What if I promise to be very gentle?" You pouted, pushing out your bottom lip and batting your lashes at him. "Don't even think about it." Jack was already losing the battle, his erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans just at the sight of you. He was sure he'd give in to whatever you wanted to try at some point tonight, but he wasn't going to let you know that going in.

Satisfied that he wasn't getting away, you moved to straddle Jack's waist. You ghosted kisses down the middle of his chest, each touch of your lips making Jack flinch with excitement. "You're so ticklish", you teased, as you unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his hips. "I am not ticklish." Jack smirked, trying to hide it, but as soon as you pressed a kiss to his bulge over the fabric of his boxers, he was a giggly mess. "Ok, ok!", his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. "Just stop or we won't make it another five minutes."

"Oh, no, see, tonight, it's all about what I want. And I want to see just how long you can last." Jack usually had all the control in the bedroom, and on more than one occasion he had tested your stamina, orgasm after leg-shaking orgasm, a rush of euphoria washing over you that you chased each time the two of you had sex, and tonight you wanted to return the favor.

You ran your fingers under the elastic band of his boxers, springing his cock free, the tip already dripping pre-cum. "I think we both know your man has staaamm-", Jack stuttered, letting out a pitiful moan as you circled your tongue around the head, licking him clean. You saw every muscle contract in his stomach as he watched you take him against your tongue, his length easily sliding down your throat.

"Fucckk, baby", Jack gritted out between clenched teeth. Your lips pressed against the base before you pulled back with a grin, saliva collecting at the corner of your mouth. "You were saying?"

You took him in your mouth again, slowly bobbing your head up and down as you felt his cock twitch against your tongue, your hands wrapped around the base in a soft grip. "Baby, let-let me go, please." Jack was desperate to have his hands in your hair, guiding you down his shaft, but the restraints kept him at your mercy.

He feels the warmth pool in his stomach as you increase the pace, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat a couple of times. "Baby, I'm gonna cum, fuck!" His fingers and toes begin to tingle as you pulled your mouth away with one final flick of your tongue, and begin stroking his cock in your fist. "No, no, I wanna be inside of you", he wined, used to feeling your cushiony walls around his length as he came inside of you.

"Nah ah", you hummed, "don't worry, we'll get to that." Within seconds, Jack was cumming in your hand, throwing out expletives under his breath as he released. "Holy fuck", Jack let out a sharp breath, squirming as he looked up at the ceiling. "That was fuckin' amazing, babe." You bit at your bottom lip with a giggle as you watched him, a love drunk haze over his face.

You gave him a couple seconds to collect himself before you tested his sensitivity, dragging your nails up the base of his erect cock. "Baby, please. Like five minutes, please", Jack grumbled out as his hips bucked from overstimulation.

You moved to hover over him, your legs draped across his waist, hands framing his face. You toyed with your thong before sliding it down to your knees. "I thought we agreed, anything goes except-", you playfully slapped his hip. "It does, but I'm so sensitive", he huffed out.

"My poor baby", you cooed, "how sensitive are you? Are you this sensitive?" You rolled your hips back, making your ass hit his dick. "Fuck, stop!" Jack cried out. He struggled against the restraints.

"How about this? Are you this sensitive?" You grabbed at the length, pressing his cock inside of your pussy, just a measly inch.

"Baby! Fuck, please." He was a babbling mess, his eyes shut tight. "I dunno, Jack", you put on your best innocent voice, a sly grin on your face. "I don't think you're that sensitive." You shuffled your hips to take him all the way down, bottoming out against his pelvis. One rock of your hips and he was moaning out, his voice pitched higher with every move you made.

You leaned back and unzipped your corset, giving Jack a perfect view of your breasts bouncing as you rode him, taking him to the hilt each time. "Baby, fuck, fuuuccckk" He was biting so hard at his bottom lip, he was sure he'd draw blood, but it was the only thing distracting him from the mixture of pain and intense pleasure as you bounced on his cock. "I can't do anymore!"

You fell forward, watching his face contort as you clenched down around him. "You want me to stop, baby?", you asked as you grabbed at his face, pressing a kiss to his jawline. He nodded frantically, letting a sharp breath out through his nose. "But I thought you said this was your pussy. Don't you want to satisfy something that belongs to you?" You rolled your hips a couple of times, feeling your orgasm start to build as your clit rubbed against his crotch.

"Take these off me, and I'll satisfy the fuck out of you." Jack bit out, playfully snarling at you.

"You promise?" You tilted your head in contemplation.

"No one makes you feel as good as I do, you know that." Sweat beads were forming on Jack's forehead as he looked at you.

"I mean", you tapped your chin in thought, "not a chance in hell, babe." Jack's mouth fell open, his head tossed back as you began to ride him again, setting a pace that had you quickly hurdling toward your orgasm. "Oh fuck, Jack, you feel so good."

"Don't stop", Jack breathed out, about to cum for the second time tonight.

Your hand found your clit to draw frantic circles around the sensitive bud, the coil in your stomach tightening with each passing second. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!" Jack's name repeatedly rolled off your tongue as you orgasmed, Jack right behind you, his hot release filling you up as you slowed your movements, collapsing on top of him as you tried to catch your breath.

Once you had regained use of your limbs, you untied Jack, his arms falling to the side, his muscles fatigued.

"Fuck, babe. I didn't know you had that in you", Jack chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You bashfully looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest. "You liked that, huh?"

"The restraints, no. Everything else, fuck yes."

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[clownrecess]

I want to talk about echolalia (and briefly scripts!) and my experience with it as a nonspeaking person.

I am nonspeaking, meaning I have zero mouth words all the time (Except on VERY VERY rare occasions I can say about 1 to 2 words with my mouth willingly). However, I also stim using echolalia.

How can you use echolalia if you can't speak?

Well, that's what I'm going to talk about!

I use echolalia orally with sounds, like "Pa" and "mmmm" and clicking noises. And I use echolalia with words on my device using my vocal stim folder (Which I might share at some point. I like it a lot.).

When I was semispeaking I also did echolalia with words orally, but I can't do that willingly anymore. The word willingly is important.

I believe I am nonspeaking due to a brain body disconnect (I can not make my mouth speak, because my brain blocks it off. However, sometimes my mouth will say something without me doing it. The disconnect is double sided.), and due to this, sometimes my mouth repeats a word it heard on it's own, without my permission or control. This morning, my mother tripped over her own foot. She laughed, and said "Sorry, I'm a bit wobbly this morning. Maybe I need more sleep.". My brain heard the word "wobbly", and my mouth automatically repeated it. That was without my control, and completely unintentionally. For the next few minutes, I then had the ability to willingly repeat the word "wobbly" to myself quietly as a stim. I lost the ability to say the word about about five minutes, but for the few minutes I did have it, I could use the word "wobbly" for oral echolalia. I couldn't use this to communicate at all, I never can when I get a word for oral echolalia, it's purely a stim.

However, I can use echolalia to communicate when I'm using my device, or typing on a notepad app. Sometimes my brain makes it extremely difficult to come up with my own words for feelings, so I "steal" a line from a fictional universe I like. These are scripts. I most recently used one when I was with my best friend, and I wanted to tell them to look at the ocean, because I thought it was pretty. Me being me, I took my script from Jules' special episode between season 1 and 2 of Euphoria. I used it to describe the ocean as "beautiful", so they would look at it. "I wish I was as beautiful as the ocean", I typed onto my notepad app. Was it a weird thing to say, especially since my best friend has never seen Euphoria (though they know the plot and details pretty well)? Yes. They looked at me quite odd for a second, but it communicated what I needed to say, and it got them to look at the ocean!

[m1d-45]

sagau! zhongli

who i think about a normal amount, of course

-> warnings: spoilers for liyue archon quest, probably obsessive behavior on zhongli’s part, post imposter au, mentions of injuries + blood in the past and present

-> lowercase intended!

he’s constantly at your side, you barely have to turn your head in his direction before he’s stopping whatever he’s doing. always “is there anything i can help you with?”, “would you like some tea?”, “do you need anything?”

you never have to ask for him to be there: he already is. it’s like he knows what you need before you need it, finely tuned in to you. you needn’t say his name, if you don’t want to…

but if you did?

it’s a literal shot of euphoria into his veins. to be acknowledged by name after everything he’s done… how can he be worthy of such gifts? your benevolence truly knows no limits, to extend such a kindness to somebody like him.

anytime you call he’s at your side, no matter what he was doing or any prior arrangements he had. making tea? no he’s not, he’s tripping over himself to kneel at your side, who cares if the pot was about to boil because you need him.

(if you say you wanted a cup he’s internally cursing that the tea was ruined in his haste.

it tastes as good as always.)

want something to read? he’s offering his entire collection, only asking that you allow him to fetch whatever you need. any kind of book, in any style- if you wish, he could go commission a writer to make one specially for you. or, if you’d rather, he could do it all himself? even if he’s not the best at binding the pages, he’ll keep trying until his hands are raw and bleeding from the needle, ensuring nothing he gives you falls short of perfection.

meanwhile you’re kinda just sitting there like “dude i made one (1) offhand comment about the sentence structure on this one page please calm down.”

every time you insist you’re not a god, that he must have the wrong person, his soul cracks.

he did that. him. with every scathing word and swing of his polearm, he had embedded that belief into you. the belief that you were a fake.

it’s all his fault. if he had simply trusted his instincts, if he had followed the string on his heart instead of allowing that imposter to cut it…

he doesn’t sleep that much anymore. nights are spent in his bed, everything set up like he should be asleep, but he isn’t. he simply stares at his ceiling, unblinking, thinking over his actions. thinking, thinking, every second that goes by driving another stake through his stone heart. regret boils in his veins and manifests as physical aches, something vital missing from his chest, and he hates that he knows exactly what it is.

it’s you.

you’re missing, missing from him, that loving light he was lucky enough to feel on occasion now stomped out and dead, dead at his hand, dead when he hunted you and dead before your body hit the ground.

dead, dead and gone and he’s so afraid that it’ll never come back. he knows he’s messed up, he knows his mistake, he knows that forgiveness is so far out of his reach that it’s almost laughable, but he’s selfish enough to want it anyway. he wants you to be able to rely on him, he wants to be there for you, wants the glimmer of fear in your eyes whenever he holds a blade of any kind to be gone. he wants—almost needs—you to forgive him, desperately, and he’ll spend the rest of eternity laboring for even a chance at it.

some nights, his emotions get the better of him. some nights he can’t stop the advancing tidal wave of he has no right to your forgiveness and it crests and breaks to flow from his eyes, the sea of regret threatening to swallow him whole.

sometimes he’s able to get through it. get through the agony that the water brings, get through the bottomless pit that is his mistakes and come out alive even if not unscathed.

and sometimes he’s not.

sometimes he has to get up, to forgo making himself presentable and walk down the hall that always seems to stretch on nights like these, keeping you ever-further away from him, always away from the touch of his sinful hands-

he nearly collapses to the floor in front of your room, barely able to keep his actions silent enough as to not wake you. his forehead finds the floor, his tears splattering on the wood beneath him when he clenched his eyes shut.

he murmurs prayers and repentance to the floor, staying in the same position so long that his knees begin to ache and his shoulders burn, but doesn’t dare move. he’d stay in the same space for an eternity if he could glimpse your acceptance- no, he’s not even worth that, he’d do it just so you’re no longer afraid. he’d stay in the same spot as night turned to day turned to night once more, for the rest of time, until his words were covered in blood and he was supported not by skin but bone. he’d stay, unmoving as you went about life around him, always close but never there, if it meant you could be happy.

he’d do anything you asked him to.

but you never do.

one day, you move from your place in the living room and he can hardly lament your leaving before he sees you’re moving to the kitchen. as you get yourself a drink or a snack his heart sinks, falling to his feet. he could do that. he could get you that, he could get you everything, he would travel the world if it meant your approval…. but you never ask.

just another thing to apologize for. to pray for. to pray for your reliance, even if not your trust, to pray that you stop wasting energy on menial tasks that he would happily do in an instant.

you don’t invite guests, not at first, and he takes a small amount of pride in that. even if you don’t call upon him, you also don’t cast him away. you allow him to serve you food and house you, and that is enough.

when you start to venture out, either to the city or to the wilds, he takes his post at your side with the utmost vigilance. nothing less would do, not when you’re you and he’s him.

if you’re going into the wild, one hand is always ready to summon his polearm at a moments notice. he stays behind you, at an angle, mostly so his surveying gaze doesn’t unnerve you. he makes sure that nothing so much as resembling a threat gets close to you. he knows xiao is watching as well—he can see it in the ‘abandoned’ hilichurl camp where the wisps of black smoke curl up from the earth, in the glint of treasure hoarder insignias half-hidden in the dust kicked up by his departure. he knows, and trusts him, yet that knowledge doesn’t dissuade his fears. he also knows that xiao doesn’t take offense; after all, he told him so himself.

if you venture into the city, he’s just as paranoid for completely different reasons. he’s as close to you as he dares, mentally cataloguing everybody he sees. you’re likely wearing a disguise of some kind, but he’s still watching. anybody that bumps into you is met with a deadly glare from him, one that sends frost down their spine. he knows he’s intimidating, he knows of the power he possesses and is more than willing to leverage it for you.

if you see something that interests you he’s already pulling out his mora pouch—he started saving the moment he learned of his mistake, needing everything at his disposal for you—and buying it. even if you insist he needn’t do so, he is anyway. it’s something that interested you, something you want, and he’s desperate to provide.

if you come across anybody that may have hurt you, such as the millelith, he moves from his position behind you. in one step, he’s between you and them, the arm closest to you extending in a semblance of a shield, as close to you as he dares without touching as he deals with the threat. even if it’s nothing, somebody you recognized that made you flinch but nothing actively being a problem, he treats it as seriously as if they have a weapon drawn. they’re somebody that scared you, and he refuses to allow that again. you’ve already been through so much.

if you happen to trust him enough, if the problem is one that makes you step closer and press yourself to his side, trust that he’s on cloud nine.

the fact that you would seek shelter against him, that you trust him to protect you, trust him as your shield… his face is red only partly from anger. his voice, in those occasions, has an edge of self-assuredness that wasn’t there before. he was confident that he could deal with it prior, of course, and still is, but the knowledge that you’re relying on him to do so fills him with a sense of pride. even if a little, he has proved himself. even if irrelevant, you have placed trust in him in this moment.

if, afterwards, you feel his hand ghosting over your back as he guides you away, please don’t pull away. his heart is held together by strings of the thinnest thread, the knots that bind them only barely tightening with your reliance. you have sought protection against him before, and he only wishes for you to feel safe once more.

zhongli is hyper-aware of you, of your likes, dislikes, boundaries and emotions. if your lip curls at the feeling of a certain kind of fabric, or if you pay a little more attention to a particular color of shirt or shoe, he is keeping track of it. his personal opinions don’t matter: you like it, and hence he will put forth effort to ensure that it is around you more often. if you like to read, perhaps he will find a bookmark made of your favorite flower pressed between thin glass. if he finds you tugging at your current clothes, he’ll suggest you stop by a clothing store on your next outing. if you like makeup, he already knows some of the best brands and places to get them, and can teach you how to correctly apply it if you’d like. if you don’t, that’s alright as well; he’s already keeping a running tab of how much contact you allow already, adding another thing to the list doesn’t make much of a difference.

speaking of, that list is always at the forefront of his mind. if you jump when he reaches past you for something, he makes sure to give you more distance the next time. if you allow his knee to bump yours if he sits too close, or his hand to brush yours when he hands you something, he takes it as a small victory. anything is progress when you couldn’t even look at him a few months ago, and everything is worth being grateful for.

on the days that remorse clouds his mind, he clutches at the positives. he clings to the hair-thin rope that is his lifeline, to the time when you sent him a smile with your thank you, and holds on with all of his might. he has nightmares about what he did, sometimes, and the only thing that can bring him a semblance of solace is your memory. the memory of his slow progress, the proof of his efforts. even as his mind screams that he doesn’t deserve it, when the skin of his hands burns with the stains of your blood, he cradles the tiny, minuscule victories between his palms. he cherishes every ounce of joy you present in his presence, and holds every hint of trust dear. even if the memories he has consists only of your inaction, of the insults hurled his way vanishing, he breathes it in as his new air.

he may not be able to convince you that you’re his god yet, but he can do his very best to show that he regrets his actions.

he only asks that you allow him to do so.

[clouds-by-me]

Renewed Dreams

Characters ;; Lyney, Lynette Genre ;; FLuff warnings;; Reader gives up on their dreams(ig) An|Happy new year! This is the first post of 2024!

Growing up, you alway knew what you were going to do with your life. You loved music, even before you knew what music was, so when you started in the music industry, you became really proud of your talent and love for music. You even had friends who helped your dreams develop, your friends that had been around for a long time;

Lyney, and Lynette.

Twins that you’ve known for a long while, and love being around, the difference in their personalities always made you enjoy being around them. For a long time you hoped to follow them into the entertainment industry. Maybe even preform with them.

However you also quickly dropped your dreams of music. It wasn’t going where you’d dreamed it would, and focusing to much on music made your life surprisingly difficult. When you put too effort into making music, it took away from the necessity things that you need to purely survive, so you dropped it, and made a plan to hopefully go back to your musical career.

Until then you focused on becoming apart of law enforcement. Though this was clearly much more difficult than making music, the jobs that you got made you a lot more money than you’d ever dreamed of. This branch of business grew much faster and survived much longer. Over time your name became something that people looked up to.

The role of being a protector hung itself over your head, and from there you worked around. You hid your love for music behind a curtain, never really looking behind it. Now you protect the people of your homeland, Fontaine.

———-

A breeze of emptiness washed over the Court of Fontaine, as you walked along the paved floor. Only a few dogs, and mechs wondered around, minding its own business. Normally the lack of people wouldn’t have caused you any discomfort, because your patrol shift is during the later hours of the day. The times when people are starting to go back home to the euphoria that come from their households. The part that unsettled you was the the fact that it was still early in the day.

Most people would be out of their houses and going about their task for whatever it was they needed. You continued to walk around searching for any clues that someone beside yourself had left their homes.

For a while you didn’t find anything, until you heard the sound of footsteps speeding toward you from behind. In a worried state of panic, you spun around, placing your hand on your signature weapon, already mentally preparing for a fight only to see a young woman who was from Fontaine standing in front of you.

The woman looked confused, and held a hint of fear behind her brown eyes. Tears had already begun to brim her eyes as she stared at you.

Immediately you stood back to your normal stance and took you hand off your weapon. You woman watched closely as it disappeared into seemingly nothing.

“Oh, im sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just the emptiness of the court is making me a bit nervous.” She seemingly eased up at your words, which worked in your favor. You’d seen her around plenty of times before, and even talked to her on a few occasions. “Do you know where everyone is? I’ve been looking around for a while?”

She pipped up at your words, surprised? Maybe?

“Haven’t you heard? Lyney, and Lynette are hosing a show. It’s been talk of the town for a few days now…I’m surprised you heard nothing of it. They even said that there’s supposed to be a special guest in the performance as well!” From there she went back to making her way to the Opera house. As she trotted away, you could hear her mumbling under her breathe. “I wonder who the guest will be? Maybe that blond Traveler!”

How haven’t you heard of this, you don’t know. Typically when any show is hosted at the Opera house, everyone and their momma knows about it. In a state of curiosity you quickly made your way to the Opera House.

~~~~~~~~~

The room was dark, the only light was the dim candles that shone from upon the walls. The curtains on the stage stayed closed, confirming your theory that the show hadn’t started yet. As your eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, you looked at the rows of bodies before you. Some people you recognized, most you didn’t. Small conversations amongst the crowd, overruled the soft almost inaudible sound of music. All conversations stopped after a bright light shined onto the ruby red curtains on the stage.

“Welcome to Lyney and Lynette’s Magic show!” You heard the sound of a good friend of yours announce. With a loud and energetic voice, Lyney’s voice reached the ears of everyone around.

As the curtains opened, everyone waited with anticipation as they watched the stage. The only thing on the stage was a hat, Lyney’s signature top hat specifically. As you watched, a small cat appear inside the hat and pop its little head out of the hat, you also hard a familiar voice come from your right.

“How are you liking the show?” You looked over, and there he was, the man of the hour, Lyney. Your shocked face made him chuckle with an overly confident smirk. “I need your help.” He tilited his head to the side as he stared into your eyes

“With what?’ As the two of you quietly conversed, Lynette on the stage, was holding Lyney’s hat in her hands. Somehow the cat that was once in the hat was gone. Lynette, showed the hat to the crowed, proving that the cat has now completely disappeared.

She then places the hat back on the floor, this time, the opening of the hat now on the floor.

“Now i am sure you all must be curious as to whom our special guest is for tonight, and I think that it’s time that you all meet them.” Lyney says, finally entering the stage from the left. He walked closer to the hat, and as soon as he reached out for it his dear sister stopped him.

“Wait! We have to prepare the stage for them first.” Her voice, caused all anticipation to grow, and Lyney looked up at his twin.

“Well you must be right, how about we give them the proper working environment for the performance, shall we?” Without saying anything, Lynette took off her hat and reached inside as if she was searching for something. A gasp of amazement washed over the crowed, the sound left your lips as well, as Lynette pulled various kinds of props out of her hat. Musical notes of different kinds and colors, paper of various sizes, chairs, and even instruments.

As Lynette pulled decorations out of her hat, Lyney put them up. With every music note he grabbed, all he did was throw it up into the air, then the notes would then float around as if they were weightless and drifted on water.

By the time that the twins were done, the stage was beautifully dressed. Everything musical related was on the stage, and in the center of the stage, a DJ booth stood. It didn’t match the aesthetic of Fontaine, and compared to the cool colors of all the other decorations, the bright neon colors of the booth stood out like a sore thumb.

The setup was grounded, and held more neutral colors like browns, blacks, greys, and whites. It looked more “Earthy” rather than the ocean vibe that the rest of the opera room gave off. Lyney, and Lynette re-grouped in the front of the stage, returning to the unmoving top hat.

“Now that our stage is ready…” Lyney started, looking over to his sister.

“It’s time to reveal the person of the hour,” she continued. You could hear the difference in her tone from now, compared to at the beginning of the show. She seemed more enthusiastic, you concluded upon closer inspection. Lyney reached down toward his hat, and quickly yanked it onto his head, revealing….nothing. Your eyebrow raised, as you looked down at you friend.

“You really didn’t expect me, to come out of that hat, did you?” Everyone looked up to stood as you stood at the DJ booth, that was now hovering over the stage. After a beat of silence, the audience cheered, and screamed.

“Everyone! The great protecteur de Fontaine!” The volume of the crowed increased by several notches from the introduction that the people so desperately waited for. You smiled at the audience.

“Alright Fontaine, It’s time I give you a show that your not gonna forget!” As you looked down, you spotted The twins staring up at you, smiling. ‘Thank you’ you silently mouthed to your friends. They nodded, returning their gazes to the audience.

[louisupdates]

[Translated from Spanish]

'Louis, brother, you're already Mexican', Louis Tomlinson concluded his world tour in Mexico

COVERAGE. The British singer closed his world tour 'Faith In The Future' after 97 concerts in 39 countries, ending with three performances in Mexico and his renowned festival 'The Away From Home Festival'.

REGINA ORTIZ IN MÉRIDA

British singer Louis Tomlinson closed his Faith In The Future world tour with a flourish after 97 concerts in 39 countries, ending with three performances in Mexico and his renowned festival The Away From Home Festival.

On June 1, Tomlinson, known for his success "Just Hold On", performed at Curve 4 of the Autodrome Hermanos Rodríguez, becoming the first male soloist to offer a show in that venue, with a capacity of more than 70,000 spectators. The concert was broadcast live through the VEEPS platform, allowing its fans around the world to enjoy the show. In addition, the profits from the entrance fee were donated to the War Child UK organization.

Subsequently, the singer continued his tour in the city of Querétaro, where he offered a more intimate concert for 4,500 people at the Josefa Ortiz de Domínguez Auditorium.

Finally, Louis closed his world tour with a magnificent show at the VFG Arena in Guadalajara. The concert ended in a memorable way when a lucky fan took the stage to take a picture with the singer.

To conclude his time in Mexico, Tomlinson held his famous festival The Away From Home Festival in a warm sunset in the city of Mérida. The event was held at the Hacienda Susulá and was attended by artists such as Rodrigo Leal, Reverend & The Makers, Kevin Kaarl, DMA's, Dylan, Gibby and with an incredible closure, Louis Tomlinson.

Fans demonstrated their euphoria after Louis' departure and chanted the song "The Greatest". The singer also performed "Drag me down", "Night changes" and "Where do broken hearts go", songs from his old band, One Direction. Tomlinson expressed a deep gratitude to his fans for everything they have created.

It is worth mentioning that the relationship between Louis Tomlinson and his Mexican fanatics is undeniably special, as evidenced by the fact that the flag of Mexico has been the only one that the singer has raised during his career as a soloist, on three different occasions.

With this tour, it marks the end of the Faith in the Future World Tour and the beginning of its festival season, in which Tomlinson will participate in more than 15 events throughout the summer. Despite his career, this moment represents a milestone in his career and augurs a bright future.