#god yall remember that?

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

soonyoung + 17 ✨

Soonyoung x fem!reader

“I swear you’re intoxicating.”

Word Count: 1197

Contents: mention of a thunderstorm, mutual masturbation, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex

Hot

The summer heat was oppressive. Even away from the highrises and winding streets of Hannam-dong, out in Namyangju City to visit Seoonyoung’s family, the August heat was still intense. Easy enough to fend off in his parent’s air-conditioned apartment but much harder when you ventured out for a picnic together. You didn’t last all that long before retreating back home, into the cool air once again.

That, though, didn’t stop you and Soonyoung from heading to the park that evening before making your way back to Seoul. As the sun started to set the heat only let off a little bit but it was enough for a nice walk in the nearly empty park.

Heavy.

The rain that was pouring down on the roof of the car. It came on so quickly during sweltering summer days. Though maybe it wasn’t much of a surprise, if the dark clouds covering the park and lack of other people had been any indication. It seemed everyone else had decided to be indoors.

But like lovesick fools the two of you had settled on a romantic walk in the park before heading home.

That was how you found yourself racing back to the car as the heavens opened above you, catching you in a torrential downpour. With clothes soaked through and hot, wet skin you both clambered back into the car, the rain coming down in such thick sheets you couldn’t even see out the windows.

“What now?” Soonyoung chuckled.

Hot.

Soonyoung’s breath on your ear. He was the one to start this, climbing over the console into the backseat and fixing you with a grin and a beckoning motion with his finger. You’d rolled your eyes but climbed in the backseat with him, giggling as his lips found yours in a warm kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you as close as was comfortable, before running up and down your legs. He didn’t seem to care that either of you were soaked, seemingly lost in kisses.

“What are we, teenagers?” You’d mumbled against his lips. He chuckled into another kiss.

“We can’t exactly drive in this.” He’d pulled back from the kiss. “What else would you have us do?”

“Touche.”

So kisses gave way to making out and heavy petting, hands slipping under shirts and into pants. It had given you pause when Soonyoung moved to pull your shirt over your head, some sense in your brain wondering won’t somebody see?

“The rain is too heavy, babe.” Soonyoung answered your unspoken question. “No one is outside and even if they were, they can’t see us.”

That was all the convincing you needed to lift your arms, letting him rid you over your shirt.

More clothes made their way off after that. His shirt, your bra, his shorts and yours. It was as if it made you too impatient though, taking off clothes. He hadn’t gotten your panties off, instead pressing you to sit back in the seat while he rubbed you though the fabric. You were just as feverish though, a hand in his boxers, jerking him off with quick movements.

His lips left dark bruises blossoming over your neck as he sucked along the sensitive skin. Your sounds filled the car, huffs of breath and quiet moans as he pushed your panties to the side and teased you with one finger. The way you gripped his cock harder had him breaking away from your neck and letting out a groan nearly directly in your ear.

“Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“Why are you taking so long to finger me then?” Despite the breathiness of your tone, there was a clear grin in it.

Soonyoung was quick to sink a finger into your heat.

Heavy

Soonyoung’s touch on your skin, his hold on your hips as he sunk into you, head falling into your neck as he breathed out a moan. You were just as affected, arms around his neck and back pressed into the car seat. You could see the way the windows were fogged up now from your heavy breathing.

Soonyoung stayed still for a moment, and maybe if you asked he would insist it was so you could adjust, but you knew better, you knew how affected he was, how pussy drunk he got, needing you like he needed water. He breathed a shaky breath against your skin, groaned when you clenched around him.

“So good.” He moaned. “I swear you’re intoxicating.”

Your hands found his cheeks, cupping them and bringing his face up to meet yours. You pressed a kiss to his lips, long and lingering and slow. The moment felt caught in time, hung in mid-air, only brought back down to earth as he started to rock his hips into yours, sending a wave of pleasure through both of your bodies.

His hips moved faster bit by bit and eventually his lips fell away from yours again. Moans filled the car as pleasure mounted, each drag of his cock against your walls, wrapped around him, had the heavenly sensation filling you both. Even the thunder rumbling outside couldn’t rival the moans rolling off of both of your lips.

His movements grew rougher, as rough as they could in such a cramped space. As your highs drew nearer and nearer it was unclear if your hair was still wet from the rain or now from sweat. The car was hot and would have been stifling if you didn’t have your mind and body so occupied, so wrapped up in each of Soonyoung’s movements.

Your nails scratched down his back, earning harder thrusts and louder moans. Your name started to fall from his lips like a mantra and it had you trying to move your hips to meet his. Your head fell back against the seat, eyes screwed shut as you locked your legs around him tighter, as if you could pull him any closer.

“Cum with me.” Was it a question? A request? A demand? You didn’t know as the words slipped from your lips. It didn’t seem to matter though, Soonyoung groaned at your words, snapping his hips just a little faster, a little harder as he chased the high.

You fell over first, gasping and going nearly silent as your back arched. The feeling of utter bliss surged through your body, leaving your legs trembling and you sucking in heavy breaths as your heart raced. Soonyoung followed you quickly, filling you with his warmth as he groaned at the feeling of you squeezing around him. His hips stuttered to a stop deep inside you, catching his breath in quick puffs against your skin.

Soonyoung collapsed against your chest, sighing contentedly into you as you opened your eyes. The moment was quiet as you ran your fingers through his wet hair, gaze shifting up to the windows and noticing the change in the rain.

“Just in time.” You hummed.

Soonyoung lifted his head, gazing out the window at the clearer view of the park beyond the muddy, dirt parking lot. “Much better use of our time than sitting and talking.” He grinned breathlessly. You pressed a kiss to his lips. “Much better.”

[cthulhum]

does anyone realize how crazy it is to have the actor of a mostly headcanoned queer ship say the fans were never crazy and they were right all along after 10+ years of everyone just absolutely going nuts over the said queerbaited ship

[youngpettyqueen]

grabbing people and going look at me. listen to me. its not "omg the Doctor is finally gay now!!" the Doctor has been queer this entire goddamn time. 9 kissed Jack on the lips in 2005. 10, 11, and 12 openly discussed being attracted to men. 11 ALSO kissed men on the lips. 13 was in love with Yasmin Khan, and openly expressed attraction to women. 14 openly expressed being attracted to a man. these are just off the top of my head I may be missing things

the point is that 15 is not the first Doctor to be openly queer and he is not the first Doctor to become romantically involved with someone of the same sex. stop believing the headlines from Disney that this is the first time the Doctor has been queer onscreen. we are NOT letting them take credit they dont deserve

[crimescrimson]

Leon S. Kennedy in Resident Evil 6 (2012)

[darling-zain]

✮ ↳ The Show Must Go On ↰

♡ yandere! actor x gn reader♡

tw/cw: slight obsession, nothing too detailed

authors notes: first work and i wrote this in one sitting...it's okay we're fine ♥ also i may have based him off of myself and i will probably do that with a lot of my ocs! my bad i'm just a theater kid who likes to write

➼ yandere! Actor who first only knew you as one of the stagehands, always flitting back and forth behind the curtains.

➼ yandere! Actor who didn't even know your name until you got promoted to prop manager.

➼ yandere! Actor who never knew how every character that he played fell in love with someone at first glance, but as soon as you walked onto the stage and started giving out your orders, it was like the heavens had shone their light upon you and you only.

➼ yandere! Actor who was infatuated with everything about you. Your responsibility, your assured nature, the way you'd sternly correct him when he messed up his lines because he "should be reading off his script, not off my face".

➼ yandere! Actor who was always on top of his game, one of the best actors in his region, yet when you looked at him with your concentrated eyes it was like he was a rookie again.

➼ yandere! Actor who would be stuttering and tripping over his words on purpose just to get you to come up and read it with him, your warm body so close to his that he could almost taste the perfume you were wearing.

➼ yandere! Actor whose heart raced whenever you praised him, even a simple "good work today" would give him butterflies.

➼ yandere! Actor who knew that opening night was approaching, so he worked day and night to memorize his lines. The excited smile on your face when he was able to perform the whole dress rehearsal without flaw was something he'd never forget.

➼ yandere! Actor who, standing behind the curtain on the first day of their showing, suddenly started to shake. He's been in the industry so long that he forgot what it's like to have pre-show anxiety, and he doesn't even know how to deal with it. Suddenly, a warm hand is put on his shoulder.

"You're shaking." You point out, turning him around to face you. "Why? Are you feeling alright?" You place the back of your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature. "You're not warm, so you're not sick..." You think about it for a second, looking him in the eyes with a warm smile. "Are you...nervous?"

Aurelian doesn't speak, instead, he just nods. He's ashamed of you having to see him like this, the Aurelian Yavuz, getting jitters right before the opening night of one of his most popular shows.

"Hey, look at me." Your voice is soft, yet commanding, forcing him to look into your assuring eyes. You place both your hands on his shoulders, gripping them firmly to help ground him.

"You've done this show countless times before, and we've read the script together so many times that it should be burned into your brain by now." He laughs slightly, a sign that your motivation is working.

"You're one of the best actors I've ever worked with, and one of the most dedicated as well. You've spent so many hours reading, fixing, and editing this performance so that it's just right and absolutely nothing could go wrong. Am I correct?"

He nods again, making you click your tongue.

"Use your words. Am I correct, yes or no?" Your firm tone makes it hard for him to disobey, especially when you look at him with those fierce eyes.

He gulps, taking a deep breath before responding.

"Yes, you're correct. I've done so much to make sure that this show is perfect, so I have no reason to be nervous." He stands up straighter and walks backstage, adjusting his costume in the mirror. "Plus, I know that you'll be watching, so everything will be okay~." He winks at you from the mirror, making you chuckle.

"Exactly. We behind the curtain will be making sure that everything goes smoothly, so all you have to do is go out there and do what you do best." The lights start to dim as the audience applauds. You pat him on the back and adjust his collar for him.

"The stage is yours, Auri." you nod at him as he takes a deep breath, walking out onto the large wooden stage to loud cheering. His voice booms through the stage, and soon enough, the show is over. The cast takes their final standing bow and walks back to their dressing rooms. Aurelius makes a beeline for the lighting booth where you are usually sitting; he bursts through the door backstage, only to find your seat empty.

"What...?" he looks around for any trace of you, but it's like you've disappeared. He takes a seat in your chair and waits for what seemed like hours to him because of how tired he was. 15 minutes after the show ends, he hears your voice from outside the door. he gets up to open the door, but as soon as he does, the door opens with a creak. There you are, standing in the doorway with a coffee in one hand and your bag in the other, looking up at him surprised.

"Auri, why haven't you changed? Everyone's already leaving, you should go too-"

"You weren't watching." He cuts you off, looking at you with cold, dead eyes.

You look at him confused, setting your bag down on the floor. "What are you-"

"Why weren't you watching?"

[feelo-fick]

[[ ROUGH TRANSCRIBED TRANSLATION OF RECORDED TRANSACTION BETWEEN TWO ENTITIES ]]

"You know, you're a lot smaller than I remember!Did you change something?"

"I believe you're the one changing here."

+ other doodles :D ahem, [[ TRANSLATIONS AND ORIGINAL DIALOGUE INCLUDED ]]

[blorbologist]

FIRST THING Erathis asks, "My child, is she cross with me?"

not 'hey how's the plan going,' 'i'm glad you guys got in okay', but 'IS MY GIRLFRIEND ANGRY :C'

and the answer. "you made. her. sad."

The immediate justification she launches into is very interesting, and as our first introduction to Erathis herself - our first meeting with her - I think it's very fitting and very open to nuance. Justice is not necessarily good, befitting a lawful neutral god.

And yet...

"I... would do anything for her. that which is within my power to do, I will."

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

thinking about when keating asks the purpose of language and neil says “to communicate” and keating goes “no! to woo women!” like?? did you expect neil perry of all people to guess/resonate with that?? you know just as well as i do that mf is a homosexual.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"

[fandomination666-blog]

Thinking about how Camp Half Blood is named after the campers/demigods whereas Camp Jupiter is named after a god (and the shittiest one, at that)

And how in HOO Percy notes (specifically Son of Neptune) that the Greeks fight in a more individualistic style whereas the Romans rely on strength in numbers

And I can't help but think it's bc the Greek demigods are trained to think about themselves as a person (thanks Chiron) whereas the Romans are trained to think of what's best for the group/the gods

[tacagen]

one of the things that fascinate me about thawne: yes, he CAN be normal with kids! surprisingly normal!

((not at all times, though. his mental illness still spills through and as usual he, in trying to manipulate or hurt others, spits out at them the exact stuff that would hurt him (or have in his childhood/barry's rejection interpretation) the most in the first place lmao))

but at the same time. his like second instinct when doing his bullshit is FUCK THEM (as) KIDS

(and, well. whatever this classifies as)

[n7punk]

what's the worst thing you watched and kept up with (at least for a while) because you were gay and begging for scraps? mine was probably pretty little liars

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Oh, Mizuki! There you are!"

MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023). Episode 6.

[grimme-and-specs]

I don't know why I drew Rose as a fish woman BUT UHHHH hi! :)

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

Cant sleep so im thinking about ayhalo

I think its like. one sided. qaypierre WOULD smooch that demon and take him on dates. qbad would not recognize anything as a romantic gesture. aypierre could throw a bouquet of chocolate roses at him and bad would just be like ! thank you :}

like they love each other, absolutely. they TRUST each other, to the point where i’d even say it gets in the way of bad seeing aypierre as anything more than a good friend. that’s his guy. The dude always in his corner. Friend resource label: team mate (coparent) (down to help kidnap people). bad doesnt do classic romantic relationships- all of his relationships are INCREDIBLY queer, but the closest he usually gets to what others read as romance is a classic chewtoy4chewtoy dynamic. He LOVES to fuck with people and he loves to get fucked with and if there’s a nice jawline or pretty muscles included?? huge bonus !!

he’s got something- not kinder, with aypierre? not calmer, either, but stable, maybe. pierre has proven, over and over again, that he’s on bad’s side. Spying on tubbo, encouraging bad’s pranks, the kidnapping- i can’t call it a reliable dynamic, not with how paranoid bad is, even when he trusts, but there is still a feeling of understanding that, wherever pierre’s limits are for when he cant support bad (or genuinely turn against him), it hasnt been reached yet

aypierre, on the other hand, i dont know enough about to be absolutely sure but there are some Vibes. ironically, i think hes feeling like his relationships are unreliable. max was going to have their baby, and then he wasnt, and then he left him, then max fucking died. plus whatever is happening with him and ayrobot, which probably leaves him feeling like he cant rely on Himself. like he had, if not a little crush on bad, at least some Interest in him, before. as well as several islanders. i remember the days of the Bed Threat.

but thats part of it, too? because those flings didnt have that emotional connection, and i always got the sense that he started looking for that with maximus, to Love and Be Loved rather than pure lust. To care about someone, genuinely, and be cared about in return. but he didnt get that with the flings, and We know that max was using him, but i dont know if he did, but maybe he had a feeling about it and maybe he also had a feelinf about maximus’ feelings towards bad and maybe- there’s something about that? A little push of not-spite-not-projection onto bad.

because bad IS that reliability, right now. he’s a fucking gremlin. a bastard. a prankster silly guy. he trusts aypierre and aypierre trusts him and they dont share everything but so often, when it comes down to it, it is them against the world. them in the corner, caught, aypierre shouting about kissing as a cover for their crimes while bad runs giggling away from him.

[alicecoopersbush]

had the urge to draw him rlly Shaped