#i can barely focus all i can think abt is I Need to watch the answer perf

[remi-thirsts]

❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 ❞

pairing: r. suna x fem!reader summary: Headcanons abt ur man who loves to record his fav girl ! content: very suggestive, established relationship, (p -> v), oral (f + m receiving), fingering, pet names (baby), cursing, filming (consensual for both parties), teasing (when is suna not teasing?), lmk if I missed anything. (kind of a soft smut release since i'm not confident)

✧ bf!suna who whips out his phone anytime you wear anything that's tight around your curves.

"Okay Rin, I'm coming out tell me what you think of this dress." He lets out an uninterested hum, because you've been in the store for at least two hours. You need a new dress for your cousin's birthday party.

When you walk out and give him a little twirl he immediately exits whatever game he was playing to pass the time and opens the camera app.

"Holy shit, look at that ass baby. Mmm and those pretty tits."

"Can you focus for like one second?

✧ bf!suna who sends you horny videos throughout the day, because he misses you.

dookie butt 😝💖 [1 video attachment] look what u do to me

you -boyyyy i'm at work rn -but holy fuck... you moan so loud that i had to turn my volume down and i think i got looks from people

dookie butt 😝💖 so.... no titties ?

you ding ding ding ! you win blue balls

dookie butt 😝💖 at least send me some ass 😒

✧ bf!suna has a whole ALBUM on his phone of videos of you two fucking.

✧ bf!suna loves watching that one video where it's so shaky and you can barely tell what's going on, but he knows. He was eating you out so good, he had you back arching off of the bed, and your toes curling. You couldn't even hold the phone properly like he asked you too. Being the meanie he is he continued to harshly suck on your clit and hit your g-spot with his, long, experienced, rough fingers even after you came. You ended up squirting all over his face..

✧ bf!suna LOVES to record his dick bulging in your belly. That's how he knows he's hitting it good.

✧ bf!suna comes up with all these ridiculous scenarios/roleplays that you always seem to agree to do with him. He records ALL of them.

✧ bf!suna saves every single nude you send him, because despite what you say he thinks you're beautiful all day everyday.

✧ bf!suna sends you Twitter links asking if you wanna recreate them. Anytime he watches them he can only think about you and himself.

✧ bf!suna has no shame and will watch your homemade videos even with his friends around.

"Damn, Rin whatever yer watching must be really interestin'!" Atsumu spits sarcasm at the EJP middle blocker.

"Way more interesting than you by a long shot." Suna calmly replies which pisses his friend off even more. The blond snatches Suna's phone. Only to hand it back seconds later with a flushed face, "Gosh yer a pervert, Sunarin, a pervert."

✧ bf!suna is like a photographer when you get a new lingerie set. He'll ask you to make different poses and stand at different angles so he can get "the best possible picture"

✧ bf!suna sends you audios of him moaning because he knows you love it.

dookie butt 😝💖 [1 audio attachment] :3

you RIN. I'M MELTING WTF U SOUND SO HOT

dookie butt 😝💖 u should send something back to show ur appreciation

you 🫡

✧ bf!suna never posts or shares your videos unless you ask him too, and the ones he does share with the internet are the ones where no one can see your faces.

✧ bf!suna all in all loves you and your beauty. Every single video he's recorded is proof of that. When you watch them, you notice the little things, like how he'll prop up a pillow for you, or how he'll quietly ask if it's okay for him to keep going and whatnot. Many would think that he's just horny all the time and doesn't care about you, but he does care. Way more than haters will realize.

©𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈-𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites thanks!

[libingan]

im literally writing this in the middle of an online meeting LMFAO your bitch is in college, yall!!!!!!! and i'll be on this laptop until 8:30PM hahaha..... anw this is abt reader who wants kyle to be rougher in bed so she deliberately riles him up by getting him jealous there is no sex sorry guys

sex with kyle has always been good—better than good, in fact. he’s gentle, considerate, and utterly devoted to making sure you unravel with pleasure under his touch. every time, he focuses on you, putting your needs above his, ensuring you’re satisfied before he even considers his own desires. it’s sweet, thoughtful, and exactly what you’ve always wanted. but sometimes… sometimes, you crave something different.

you can’t help but fantasize about kyle taking what he wants from you, losing control, fucking into you like you’re just a toy for him to use. you want him to be rough and domineering, to show you a side of him you’ve never seen in the bedroom. you’ve tried everything—being bratty, sassing him out, sometimes even deliberately annoying him in hopes of pushing him over the edge. but it never works. he always brushes you off with a patient smile, calm as ever, as if he’s completely immune to your provocations.

that’s when you get the idea to flirt with another man during one of your shopping trips.

the market is bustling with activity, people moving around, chatting, haggling with vendors. kyle had just excused himself to the restroom, leaving you alone to browse. it’s then that you see your opportunity.

a man about your age, maybe a bit older, with a friendly smile and an easygoing manner, starts a conversation with you as you look over a display of fresh produce.

“hey there,” he says, giving you a once-over before focusing on the vegetables in front of you. “you new around here? don’t think i’ve seen you before.”

you smile back, trying to put just enough charm into it. “yeah, just passing through with a friend. figured we’d stop by and pick up a few things.”

he nods, leaning a little closer. “well, you’re in for a treat. this market has the best stuff. need any recommendations?”

you tilt your head, pretending to consider it. “i wouldn’t mind some suggestions. maybe you could help me find something good?”

the man grins, clearly pleased with the attention. “sure thing. name’s mike, by the way.”

you introduce yourself, and the two of you chat for a bit longer. he’s friendly, flirty in a harmless kind of way, but you notice the way he keeps inching closer, his eyes lingering on you. it’s exactly what you were hoping for.

then kyle returns. you spot him out of the corner of your eye, and for a moment, you feel a pang of guilt. but you push it aside, determined to see this through. mike suddenly wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer in a way that’s casual but undeniably possessive.

kyle’s expression shifts as he watches, his brows furrowing in confusion, then anger when you do nothing to stop the man’s touch. you can see it in the way his jaw tightens, his posture stiffening as he approaches.

“hey, love,” kyle says as he comes up to you both, his voice cool but with an edge to it.

you look up at him with a smile, but before you can introduce him, mike speaks first. “oh, hey there. you must be the friend they mentioned.”

kyle’s eyes flicker with something dark, and you can practically feel the tension radiating off him. “friend?” he echoes, his voice a low rumble.

you nod, trying to keep the situation light. “yeah, this is kyle. we’re just out doing some shopping.”

kyle’s gaze locks onto yours, his eyes narrowing slightly. “right. just shopping.”

there’s a moment of silence, the air between the three of you heavy with unspoken tension. mike, seemingly oblivious, starts talking again, but you barely register his words. all you can focus on is kyle, the way his usually warm eyes have gone cold.

“let’s go,” kyle finally says, cutting mike off mid-sentence. his hand wraps around your wrist, not harshly but with enough force to make it clear he’s done playing along.

you barely manage a goodbye to mike as kyle pulls you away, his grip on your wrist firm as he leads you out of the market and towards home. the silence between you is deafening, and your heart pounds in your chest, but it’s not the thrill of anticipation you’d been hoping for. it’s something else—something almost like fear.

when you finally reach the apartment, kyle lets go of your wrist, taking a step back as he runs a hand over his face. but he says nothing. he doesn’t even look at you, just stands there, his back to you, the silence hanging heavy in the air.

“kyle…” you begin, your voice trembling as you take a step toward him. “say something, please.”

but he doesn’t respond, doesn’t turn around. the stillness is unbearable, his silence so intense it’s like a physical presence in the room. you feel your heart pounding in your chest, your stomach twisting into knots as you wait for him to react in some way—any way.

“kyle,” you try again, desperation creeping into your voice. “please, talk to me.”

still, nothing. he’s like a statue, immobile and eerily silent, his shoulders tense, his fists clenched at his sides. tears prick at your eyes as the guilt and fear overwhelm you. this isn’t how it was supposed to go. you wanted to push him, to see a different side of him, but now… now you just want him to speak, to tell you everything’s going to be okay.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice breaking as you move closer to him. “i’m so, so sorry.”

finally, kyle turns to face you, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark and troubled. he’s still silent, his gaze piercing as he looks at you, waiting.

you can’t take it anymore. the words tumble out of you in a rush, your voice shaky and filled with regret. “i just wanted to rile you up. i wanted you to be rougher in bed, and i didn’t know how else to tell you. i thought if i pushed you, maybe you’d… i don’t know… take control or something.”

for a long moment, he just stares at you, and you feel yourself crumbling under the weight of his silence. then, finally, he speaks, his voice calm but laced with frustration. “you should’ve told me that. communicated instead of pulling this little stunt.”

his words cut through you, the calmness of his tone almost worse than if he’d yelled at you. there’s no anger, no shouting, just a quiet, controlled disappointment that makes you feel small.

“kyle, i didn’t—” you start, but he cuts you off with a shake of his head.

“you didn’t think,” he finishes for you, his voice still infuriatingly calm. “i get it, i do. but this? what you did? it wasn’t the way to go about it.”

you bite your lip, tears slipping down your cheeks. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean for it to go this far. i just didn’t know how to ask for what i wanted.”

he sighs, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying to keep his emotions in check. “you could’ve just asked,” he says softly. “i would’ve listened. i’m willing to try it for you, but not like this. not when you’re trying to push me into something i’m not prepared for.”

you nod, wiping at your eyes, feeling utterly ashamed of yourself. “i know. i was stupid, and i’m so, so sorry.”

kyle steps closer, his hands gentle as he cups your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “we’ll figure this out,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, the tension easing slightly from his frame. “but you have to talk to me. no more games, alright?”

“alright,” you whisper, leaning into his touch, relieved beyond words that he’s still here, still willing to work through this with you.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “i love you,” he says quietly, and you can hear the exhaustion in his voice, the emotional toll this has taken on him.

“i love you too,” you reply, your voice thick with emotion as you cling to him, vowing to never put him—or yourself—through something like this again.

[comfortless]

in my pottery class thinking abt how much i would rather be painting with König rn pleading emoji btw

lele you are in my head always.. König being artsy..? awkward, spontaneous infatuation developing over sharing portraits of each other? yes yes… 💞

There’s a new man in your class that you have never seen before, not around the rest of the community center. The perplexing titan has chosen to take up painting, of all things, and you wonder as he steps through the threshold of the door how he will ever even be able to hold a brush without the wood splintering in those massive hands.

Painting is calming, gentle most of the time. Only, he embodies that feeling of a failed brush stroke, an accidental tilt of your wrist leaving a swirl of mottled colors that would take far longer to fix than it could ever be worth. Dark, dreary and tense as he seats himself directly next to you.

His creations are dark things, abstract shapes of gray and maroon; red lightning and murky sea. Each dip of pigment glistening off of your own brush leads to softer scenes; poppies and silhouettes of sweet creatures grazing and basking beneath the amber rays of a sun hanging lofty upon the canvas. Gentle things to warm a heart where as his own are to expel something from a chest wound, infected and bursting.

He takes note of your bewildered stares, two weeks after his joining, and even makes a point to place himself at the back of the room, far enough away to keep you from seeing the quivering of his wrist as he paints a new apocalypse. A mercy or an insult, you couldn’t be certain.

When the time comes to create a portrait of one of the other participants, you approach him without thought. “We can paint each other,” you offer, voice like a bowstring. He only nods, once, and allows you into the space adjacent to him as he shifts his long limbs beneath the table in an attempt to accommodate you.

Just mercy, it was, then.

König isn’t talkative, even as you pester over details and ask him to tilt his head a certain way just to ensure you’ve picked the perfect placement for one of the rogue freckles dotting his cheek. He complies with a wide-eyes stare, one that leaves you feeling a strange mixture of curious and uncomfortable. Each time you look up, you notice that the gaze hasn’t lessened, it only proves to be more incessant and intense.

You show him his portrait; attention drawn to the eyes, each fleck of fluorescent light painted in them with the same color used for the pale white of his scars. This is one to be proud of, a certain reverence to the piece that you’ve lacked entirely in your painted fields of little white and gray blotted sheep.

His version of you is a splash of dandelion yellow, flecks of pink in a sea of black. There’s no face to be seen, but it is beautiful in its simplicity. You marvel at it, holding the canvas up to the light and your eye catches on something— buried just below the still-drying paint, a small scrawling of your name in the shimmering gray of pencil lead. You almost think you can make out the shape of a small heart somewhere in that mess of cheap acrylic, too, before the piece is gently tugged from your hands.

“It needs to dry,” he tells you, casually discarding it back onto the wooden table and examining your depiction of himself instead.

You watch as his eyes seem to light up, that weariness within them suddenly gone as his stare drifts from top to bottom of your canvas. You know that you’ve done well, with a certainty when his focus shifts back to you and a barely-there smile is tugging at his lips.

He tells you that he can not paint anything like you, and when you ask him just what that means, he only tells you that you’re just too pretty. The reality is obvious— his hands shake, but only around you. You’ve seen him nodding along to something the instructor says to him as the older man leans over the table to inspect his art, and König has only seemed stiff, unbothered.

There’s a cup of chamomile tea prepared for him the next time he enters the room and you’re nothing but demure smiles and sweet greetings as König takes the space next to you once more.

It’s just as he’s taking a sip that you decide to innocently ask: “Have you ever painted anyone nude?”

He sputters for a moment, trying to conceal the rising tide of crimson that creeps up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as he turns away from you.

“Nein, but I would like to try.”

[mopopshop]

Shattered Promises

part: 1

pairing: paige bueckers x oc

a/n: here’s part 1 of my series yall 🙌🏾 if you’ve been following me for a while i already have written abt these characters, paige and alara, this is series is like how they meet and how their relationship develops with rya and all that, please enjoy and give feedback if you’d like!!

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Your morning has already been a whirlwind. You woke up late, barely had time to shower, and had to scramble to get Rya ready for the day. Rya, now two years old, is in a particularly fussy mood, refusing to eat breakfast and clinging to you as if sensing your stress. After finally managing to dress Rya and pack her diaper bag, you rush out the door, your heart pounding with anxiety.

You drive to your mother’s house, mentally rehearsing your schedule for the day. Your mom is always a reliable support, but you hate showing up so inconsistently. You park the car and hurry inside, your mom meeting you at the door.

“Morning, hun,” she greets, taking Rya from your arms. “You look like you’re in a rush.”

“Yeah, I’ve got class,” you reply, pressing a kiss to Rya’s forehead. “Thank you for watching her, Ma. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Promise”

“Don’t worry about us. Just focus on your classes,” she reassures you, giving you a warm smile.

You nod, feeling a bit more at ease. You hurry back to your car and drive to campus.

---

By the time you find a parking spot and make your way across the UConn college campus, you’re already a few minutes late for your first class. You slip into the lecture hall as quietly as possible, scanning the room for an empty seat. Your eyes land on a spot next to a girl with long, blonde hair and an athletic build. You slide into the seat, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

The professor is already deep into the introduction, outlining the course syllabus. You fumble for your notebook, feeling the eyes of the other students on you. You scribble down notes, trying to catch up.

“You good?” the girl next to you whispers, her voice light with amusement.

You glance over and reply awkwardly, meeting her curious gaze. “Yeah—was just in a rush.”

She nods understandingly. “Ohh I feel you, I feel you. I’m Paige— by the way”

“Alara,” you respond, trying to focus on the lecture. “Nice to meet you.”

The professor drones on about course expectations and major assignments. You try to take notes, but your mind keeps drifting back to Rya. When the professor announces a group project, your stomach sinks. You had hoped to get through the day quietly, not needing to interact much.

“Alright, everyone, pair up,” the professor instructs. “This project will require collaboration, so choose your partners wisely.”

You look around, feeling lost and anxious. Before you can worry too much, Paige nudges you lightly. “Wanna be my partner?”

“Sure,” you agree, relieved to have an easy solution.

The rest of the class is spent discussing the project, a report on contemporary social issues. Paige is nice, you think to yourself. She’s funny and easy to talk to, by the end of class you find yourself relaxing and actually enjoying the conversation.

“So… uh what made you decide to take this class?” Paige asks as you walk out of the lecture hall together.

“I’m majoring in social work,” you explain. “As corny as it sounds, I actually like helping people and wanna make a difference”

Paige nods. “Type shit, type shit. I’m here on a basketball scholarship, but I’m really interested in sociology and—“

You don’t mean to but end up cutting her off with a laugh and she gives you a confused smile.

“What?” She chuckles out.

“Oh- no, no, I’m sorry. I just- did you just say type shit?”

“Yeah? What’s wrong with that?” she teases back.

You smile at the match of energy “Nothing, nothing, just very on brand for your whole… jock, basketball player thing you’ve got going on.”

Paige laughs, a warm and genuine sound. "I guess I can't escape the stereotype, huh? But for real, sociology; shits pretty interesting"

You nod, feeling more comfortable with each passing moment and continue to banter back and forth as you walk.

You reach a crossroads on campus where you'll have to part ways. Paige turns to you, her expression shifting to something more earnest. "Hey uh.. can I get your number? You know, for the project and stuff”

You feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Yeah, um- for sure." You exchange numbers, and she sends you a quick text to confirm.

"Sick, I'll text you later about our project," Paige says, her smile widening. "And maybe we can grab coffee or something?"

"Sounds good," you agree, feeling a warmth spread through you.

"Cool, see you then," she says, giving you a small wave before heading off in the opposite direction.

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After your last class, you head back to your car, the events of the day replaying in your mind. The conversation with Paige was a bright spot, and you find yourself looking forward to working on the project with her. You drive back to your mom's house, eager to see Rya and tell your mom about your day.

When you arrive, your mom is in the living room, playing with Rya. The sight of your daughter’s bright smile as she toddles around the room makes your heart swell.

"Hey, Ma," you greet, dropping your bag by the door and walking over to scoop Rya into your arms.

"How was your day, hun?" your mom asks, looking up from her book.

"Pretty good, actually," you say, smiling at Rya who is now babbling happily. "I met someone in class today. Her name's Paige. She's... really nice."

"That's good to hear, baby" your mom replies, giving you a knowing smile. "It's always good to make new friends."

You nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Yeah, we got paired up for a project. I'm looking forward to it."

After chatting with your mom for a bit, you gather Rya's things and head home. The evening passes in a blur of dinner, bath time, and bedtime stories. As you lay Rya in her crib, you feel a wave of exhaustion, but also a sense of accomplishment. 

You finally settle into your own bed, ready to call it a night. Just as you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes with a new message. You reach over to check it, finding a text from 

Paige.

Paige B.

Still up for that coffee soon?

———

[jinkicake]

~ ♡ Dear Lover ♡ ~ 

a tiny peek into your relationship

(( Day #3 )) Diluc, Kaeya, Tighnari, Xiao x Reader

A/N: all i know abt this is that when i wrote it i desperately wanted fluff.... as you all know im not good at writing it but here is my attempt.... i love love love these four T T why am i soooo obsessed w fluff rn i dont knowwwww

WC - 2,839

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. . .

Diluc R. treasures his intimate time with you. 

The man has always enjoyed a quiet atmosphere, it brings him comfort that is akin to a warm blanket. Whenever he is in your presence, basking in the hushed ambiance of the winery, he feels the most at peace. 

For a second, Diluc lets his eyes leave the book in one of his hands in search of something more intriguing. His hard eyes stare at you while his fingers continue their light strokes against your calf, your legs currently draped over his lap. You’re reading your own book and biting on the inside of your cheek at whatever is happening within the novel. Diluc can’t tear his eyes away. 

There’s something about the way the afternoon sun is hitting your face and painting your body with a gorgeous golden hue, one so bright that Diluc thinks he needs to soon look away. He can’t, he’s always been selfish with you. His eyes find the subtle rise and fall of your chest and watch as you quietly breathe in and out, he’s certain he’s addicted to you. 

“How much longer are you going to stare at me?” Your lips quirked up as you continue to stare at your novel, you don’t even have to look at Diluc to tell that he is staring. Almost instantly, his eyes dart to a random spot in the room as if that will erase his piercing gaze. “You’re distracting me, my love,” 

Diluc’s breath almost hitches in his throat, he knows how much you despise being interrupted while reading. He almost starts to feel ashamed but then you close your book shut. 

“Good thing I need a distraction, I’m bored with this, it’s a shame.” You face him with a pout, a deep expression that Diluc just wants to kiss off and his fingers twitch at the opportunity to touch you. All he can do is wordlessly watch as you get up and shuffle your position on the couch. Now, your head is in his lap as you play with the ends of his long hair. 

Diluc’s book from earlier is now long gone. 

“(Y/N),” Diluc murmurs quietly as his gloved hand traces your jaw, his thumb rubbing your chin lightly. There’s something that shifts in his features, almost darkening, as you tilt your head back with a smile. Your throat, bare for him, has always been something of a weak spot for Diluc. 

He ignores the teasing glint in your eyes in favor of tracing one finger down the front of your neck. Before he knows it, his entire hand rests across the span of skin, his thumb now on one side of your throat with his other fingers resting on the opposite side. 

“How was work today?” You hum and Diluc starts to find it incredibly difficult to focus, he doesn’t understand how on earth you are managing to keep a decent conversation with him right now while his restraint is slipping through his fingers. 

“Work,” Diluc repeats, his low voice dragging the mumble out as he starts to gently squeeze his gloved hand around your throat. 

“You know, the thing that you do every day? What did you do today?” Your teasing is getting the better of him, not that he would ever admit to it. 

“What did I do today?” His words trail off as he lowers his face. Before he can stop himself, his lips find a home against your own without a second thought. 

. . .

No matter who he talks to, Kaeya A. always saves his gossip for you.

“That’s why Hertha left him.”

The time that you spend gossiping with Kaeya is time well spent, time that you deeply cherish. You can’t help but hang on to his every word, practically in his lap as you eat out of the palm of his hand. It’s a simple exchange really, priceless gossip for some sweet company. This time around, it’s Kaeya’s revelation that makes your jaw drop, and, despite his sultry voice, the rumors he shares are all you can focus on. 

“You’re kidding,” Gasps leave your lips as he continues to spill exactly what he knows and who told him. 

If only everyone loved hearing petty rumors and took them as if they came from the morning newspaper. Sadly, it can’t be the same for everyone. 

Diluc feels his eye twitch at the two familiar voices, hushed whispers that stand out amongst his crowded bar. He doesn’t even have to look over to see you and Kaeya with your bodies pressed incredibly close to one another. You’re nearly seating in his lap. The owner makes an exception, of course, because he’d do anything for his family. Family being you, not Kaeya. Diluc tries his best to stay on your good side, he’d hate for his brother’s partner to hate him. 

“Well, I heard from Donna that Hertha was the one who cheated-”

But if Diluc has to listen to the two of you gossip any longer, he might just rip his fiery hair out. Day in and day out, almost every night the two of you come here and talk for hours until he has to kick you both out. 

“Aren’t you a little busy bee? Did you find this out before coming here?” Kaeya softly coos into your ear, grinning at the embarrassed flush washing over you as you lean into his side. You place your chin in your hand as you lean over the bar, trying to wave down either Charles or Diluc for another drink. 

“If you want to hear my next story, you’re going to have to finish that,” You point at Kaeya’s drink, almost as if you’re offended by its presence. Your husband is pacing himself too much for your liking and you don’t want to be the only one off your ass.

Diluc notices Kaeya’s full glass too as he slowly pours you another, the owner isn’t a fool. He knows his brother better than anyone and knows that Kaeya is a gentleman through and through. You don’t often drink heavily when you spend time with either of them but, when you do, Kaeya is sure to keep his drinks lighter than usual. It is a show of affection that warms the redhead’s heart, not that he would ever admit it. Especially not to you and your loud mouth. 

You look so far gone that Diluc immediately scratches the idea of giving you another round. 

“Diluccc,” Your whine makes the older man sigh as he pulls back the wine bottle from your grasp. Despite your efforts to reach over and grab the liquid gold, you fail because of a certain someone. Someone with strong hands who tightly grip your waist to keep you from falling over and despite their cold touch, you start to feel incredibly hot. “Kaeya!” You’re drunk as shit.

“You’re cut off.” Diluc takes away both glasses of alcohol before moving on to another pair that is sitting at his bar. He ignores you despite all your cries. 

“No, but Diluc, you have to listen to this!”

. . .

Tighnari is an early riser and thoroughly enjoys getting you up in the mornings. 

This habit of his is not by choice but, is instead something that he can’t avoid. Every morning he wakes up just before the sun rises and stares at his ceiling before any existential dread kicks in. Even when he doesn’t need to be awake for patrol or for anything of importance, the man cannot sleep. 

Every morning, Tighnari gets a few seconds of peace before his entire body starts to ache. When his heart starts to feel a little too heavy, he simply rolls onto his side and looks at you. 

You’re always buried under the blanket, tugging on the material that is laid neatly across his lap. Each morning your face is pushed up against the many pillows you have so generously decorated his bed with and, Tighnari’s favorite aspect of your sleeping form, there’s always a little bit of drool spilling past the corner of your lips.

He lifts his bare hand to wipe away at your mouth, gently thumbing over the spot before catching it with his thumb. It’s cute how your nose twitches at the slightest touch, Tighnari almost coos. Once he finishes staring at you and tracing your features until his heart is content, the forest watcher will force himself to get up. 

His morning routine is very simple, get clean and ready for the day. Since Tighnari is the earlier riser of the two of you, he always does the favor of making breakfast. When he has the time, he’ll force you to eat a ka’ak or two before handing you your coffee. He’s not a fan of the smell but, he’ll do anything to see the excitement in your eyes upon the sight of your favorite mug in his hand. 

Tighnari doesn’t shy away from the fact that he adores you. Why would he?

Almost like a ritual, Tighnari fills up your cup with hot water, mixing in the coffee powder, before sprinkling in a natural enhancer. It makes the drink sweeter and easier to drink in his opinion. 

But sometimes, the sweetness gives him a toothache. He simply prefers not to drink it at all but that never stops him from bringing it back to your shared bed. 

With a light hand, he places the mug on your side table before sitting on the edge of the bed. Tighnari places his touch against your lower back before softly pressing his fingers into your skin. It wakes you up just enough that you start to squirm but, you are not fully awake yet. The smell of the coffee will inevitably wake you up, it always does. 

“(Y/N),” Tighnari and his soft voice call out to you like a light in a pitch-dark space. You instantly shift out of your slumber. “wake up.”

You swat at him with a groan and refuse to open your eyes. Every morning, it’s a battle with you. 

“Wake up.” Tighnari tries again and this time, it is firmer. You blink the sleep out of your eyes and force yourself to sit up in one go. Almost instantly, your facial expression morphs into one of a frown and Tighnari matches your glare. He’s not going to let you get off easy. “Come on,”

He gently tugs on your wrist and tries to help you up, to shake any lingering effects of sleep that still have a hold over you. You ultimately ignore him and choose to instead place a gentle kiss on his shoulder. 

Oh, how Tighnari loves his mornings with you. 

. . .

Xiao cherishes his shared evenings outdoors with you. For as long as he has known you, the yaksha has enjoyed being by your side and always finds comfort in your presence.

Today, the karmic debt that looms over him like an angry cloud doesn’t feel as demanding because of you. Sometimes when you touch him, it’s as if the pressure is gone and Xiao can finally breathe. But then, he has to protect Liyue all over again. 

And he’ll continue to give his life to it in order to keep you and the various others in his area safe. 

So incredibly safe that you can walk around at night with no worries, you’ve always admired the stars. 

“Are you ready?” You’re holding your hand out to him, a loose jacket hanging around your shoulders due to the night breeze. Xiao blinks and hesitantly places his hand in your own before you proceed to drag him around Dihua marsh. “Isn’t it nice out?” 

In his thin attire, Xiao wordlessly nods. The weather never matters much to him, he doesn’t feel too cold or too hot but, sometimes he gets uncomfortable. 

Right now, the air is perfect. The yaksha can admit it to himself and he almost closes his eyes to focus on the feeling. Whisps of wind fly past his ears and the feeling is too freeing, the burden on his shoulders feels lighter because of it. 

Under the delicate touch of your hand, the duty almost feels nonexistent. 

“What do you think?” 

Xiao almost forgets that you had been talking. You were explaining some situation about your coworker, how you think that she has a secret partner and refuses to tell you. Regardless of whether or not he was listening, Xiao has no idea what to say.

“Think?” He repeats and you can’t help the way that you start to laugh. You squeeze his hand (and by association, the strings of his heart) as you almost start to double over due to your laughter. Maybe it’s the clueless look on his face or the slight furrow of his brows that has you so amused. 

“You’re cute,” You gently wrap your arms around his bicep and press the muscle against your chest, both of your hands wrap around his own as you cuddle into his side. The new display of affection is nothing new, you always touch Xiao openly like this but, that doesn’t mean the yaksha is entirely used to it. Xiao nearly trips over his own two feet when he feels your cheek press into his arm. “well, do you think Yuhua has a boyfriend? You always know everything,”

Xiao bites on his own tongue to stop himself from admitting that he does not, in fact, know everything. Far from it but, he hates to let you down. In truth, he hasn’t been paying attention to the waitress closely. He has no idea what’s going on with her or her love life. 

“I’m not sure.” Slowly, he answers you as if he is gauging your reaction. To his surprise, you inevitably sigh before bringing your eyes up to the night sky. 

“That’s okay,” You comment and Xiao wants to ask if you really mean it. “I’ll let you know as soon as I find out. It will be soon!” He’s sure of it, with your determination, nothing stands in your way. The longer he stares at you and your soft features, the more Xiao feels something inside of him stir.

Under the bright light of the moon high in the sky, Xiao finds himself squeezing your hand back. 

. . .

2023/02/05 ♡

[bitterbutblue]

firefly <3

i'll come closer to you slowly, very slowly ☆ firefly x fem!reader

~ WAAA this one was the second most popular one in the votes! unfortunately i have had to make some changes (literally the entire plot and idea) because i have recently began yearning again and its such a crazy feeling im gonna write abt it.. anyways this is a short one but i got a ROBIN FIC COMING.... YAYYY ROBIN ~

song: very, slowly - bibi ~

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

It's suffocating when she smiles. But it's also soft like a song on the train on your way home. You could only sit next to her as she hums her favourite song by Robin. At this point you could recite every lyric and every note even though you've never actively listened to that song yourself.

"Want one?"

You snap out of your train of thought, looking up at her. You could feel your heart leap when her eyes meet yours because who knew you could fit the entire galaxy, the sun's rise and it's setting in eyes and nothing but eyes. She holds up a small cake, tilting her head to the side like a lost puppy and you want to hold her so close she becomes part of you. She's already a part of you though, you knew that. You know that from now on no matter what happens, some part of you will always end up going back to her. Some part of you will always see the Dream's Edge and think about purple eyes and sunsets. Some part of you will see oak roll cakes and think of Robin's top song on a Monday evening.

"I got one for you."

The cake is by no means your favourite. It's rough, tastes like wood and barely sweet enough to be a cake. It's more like cardboard, but you'd never tell her that. You just take it anyways because, well, who were you to refuse her? Her smile already has you feeling so weak in the knees and you know if she asked you to do anything you'd agree immediately.

"Thanks."

You can't control the small tremble in your voice. You are just hoping the smile you shot her doesn't seem too forced.

"Hey!"

The familiar voice has your heart stuttering in your chest as it falls down the familiar chasm. The golden eyed girl runs up to you two excitedly and you see the way she straightens up, the way her eyes brighten as she shows the smile she only ever shows when she's around.

"Stelle!"

You can only watch as she gets onto her feet, walking over to Stelle to engage in a conversation that she seems to be more interested in than with any conversation she's ever held with you. It sucks. It hurts and you knew you had no chance to begin with from the moment you laid eyes on her but you couldn't fight the urge that is wanting to get closer to her. Wanting to know her and be someone to her.

You knew you'd never be anyone to her.

Who are you without her, though?

She finds herself lost in the golden girl's eyes. The golden girl who you know you could only stare at from afar, wishing you could be maybe just half of who she is so that she could finally look at you.

For once, maybe.

Just once, in the way you want her to look at you.

You hate the smile she smiles at you is nothing like the smile she smiles at Stelle. You hate how she always brightens up in ways she never brightens up around you. You hate, not her, but yourself. You knew you would get hurt getting into it, but like a drug you go back to her because you can't stay away from her warmth.

When Stelle touches her shoulder, you wonder how warmth can somehow feel so cold.

"Firefly?"

"Hm?"

She smiles at you but it's muted. You can tell it's muted because you've memorised all her smiles and movements. You know what each little wrinkle of her nose means and what each little twitch of her lips means. Now you can only watch as she falls in love with someone who you could never be.

"I need to go."

"Oh!"

She smiles.

"I'll see you later?"

Stay away, would you?

For your own good.

"I'll text you."

But you can't.

You could only walk away, fully aware of how you could now disappear and she really wouldn't mind because all she could focus on was the golden girl who you hated but also loved. You hate her because she is everything you want to be. You love her because she is everything you want to be.

She would never focus on you as much.

Fuck.

But you knew you'd always go back.

[streaminn]

Yknow I've been watching the movie she's the man and I'm thinking

Obviously an au, but here's my thoughts

It's about to be the start of the school's first semester and Enid has an older brother who has a passion for singing

He has the chance to go on a tour with his friends but he can't just leave his school like that

So he has the brilliant idea to ask Enid to step in for him. Literally. Like full on crossdress.

Enid, who attends a special school for special werewolves (plot hole and an online school) has finished her course work for the next two months and is currently just crotcheting shit in boredom. She hasn't gotten much reasons to be out the house because well, her condition is low key kinda volatile

She can't shift, but intense emotions makes her pop a wolf attribute or two

The fam are generally better here, while they think wolfing out would fix Enid's condition, theyre more concerned and focus on coddling her

Enid, who knows their ways of dressing is absolutely different and that she'll get caught immedietely: are you serious??

Brother: I'll buy you first seat tickets to that one Taylor swift concert that's arriving around the time I get back

Enid with nothing else to do and alot of free time: SOLD and make it two

Brother: wha- fine!

Enid: you're also going to explain it to mom and dad

Brother: NO-

Esther and Murray aren't pleased but they're generally more concerned over Enid.

It took a bit, alot of convincing because this would be the longest Enid would be out the house but they agreed. The reason that it'd be good for Enid to socialize and talk to people her age convincing them that a new environment might help her wolf out

Anyways, for this au we gonna end up messing up Enid's design :(

her brothers hair looks alot more dirty blond so if I ever draw this, it'd look like that. And actually draw short hair Enid! Woo

Also I wasn't wrong abt the wolf features so she usually has some sort of side burns bc she's just genuinely really happy to be out the house and being about

She also probably rooms with Ajax, much to her horror bc fuck she's rooming with a guy!? But then she remembers that she roomed with her brothers, it's not that different

Enjax bromance happens, he's usually to high to notice and they're vibing

Then Enid has to partner up with the ever so infamous wednesday Addams for biology

Wednesday here is rather known in nevermore as the silent ice queen. Studious, cold and uncaring. She's there to get her things done and gtfo, no friends needed

But then her attention gets caught at the rather squeamish werewolf of a partner. Most men who talk to her usually had two types, business or annoying. The annoying were the ones that try to court her, acting all tough and that they can handle her. I can fix her! Is a phrase that gets tossed around. It all crumbles the moment they realize that threats she make, the lines she is willing to cross and the things she keep in her room weren't simply lies.

Yoko can barely handle it and she drank blood. It's not surprising but it is disappointing.

It disgusts her, that false brovado. All fake and lies. The promises they can't even keep. How can they even be a partner, let alone a good husband if there was no faith?

Atleast she can deal with business, those were the ones she can tolerate the most. They were there to do their work and only bother her when necessary.

Enid Sinclair (we gotta work on a boy name or smth) was.. Interesting. He would be situated in business, if he didn't seem to always be right where she was most of the time.

In the library (Enid's eyes got overstimulated walking outside so she took a break

Or she does extra online school work there bc it's a good area to focus in, Wednesday Def wonders why tf she taking advanced insert subject name)

The greenhouse (the smell is reminiscent of her room back home, she takes care of alot of plants and she hopes that her mother is taking care of them)

Outside in the dark (enid has all this freedom so you bet she's doing all sorts of kinda reckless things. Like staying up late, running around the campus at night and maybe buying some food from Jericho at like 3 am)

Fencing of all places (reason explained later on the post but Wednesday is wondering how such a stick thin boy is handling himself OK)

But what frustrates her the most is how unapologetically a pussy he is. Like this boy isn't afraid to scrunch his noise and lean far away from the carcass they have to dissect. Then he inches closer and tries it with an obviously green ass face bc he needs to do it for the grade.

Not to impress her but for school

The courage is admirable

And well, can you blame her for wondering what's up with the guy that always says hi whenever they pass by each other after their first class together? Not alot of people are willing to interact with her other than the usual brisk acknowledgement between her and yoko

There's Bianca but they're rivals so it doesn't count

Enid? He'd be walking with his pack of stoners and still say hi if he passes by. Gives a thumbs up if he ever sees her looking and mentions that he saw this flower and that it reminded him of her

It was weird

It was.. Nice

(oh no)

Enid on her side is hyped as FUCK. she's finally out of the house so she has freedom to do some reckless shit

So you bet she signs up for the fencing club bc rough housing? Her parents didn't let her do that!

Gets her ass beat by yoko

Asks for a rematch

Still gets her ass beat

It's only when she's lowkey bruised and her body is sore does Yoko come over and ask if she's good

Enid laughs and accepts the hand given. "never been better!" bc that burn in her muscles? Addicting and so friendship is born

Bianca and Wednesday watching from the side

Bianca: did ur roomie awaken something in him?? Bc this is just masochistic

Wednesday, admiring how sisyphus-esque the whole situation was: no he's always been weird

Anyways that's it, there's definitely a moment where yoko is going into the bathroom and Enid nearly follows her in out of habit

Enid definitely is alot touchier here as well. Always gotta have an arm around someone's shoulder and a hand on someone's back.

Wenclair happens eventually!

[mirlvshft]

day 4 of reya singh’s 4-day mind reprogramming process! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

day 4: today is the day you will shift. anchor this firmly in your mindset. as you go through your day and routine, consciously connect every action to shifting. drinking water, brushing your teeth, showering, watching tv, breathing, eating— associating literally every activity, no matter how mundane, to bringing you closer to shift. even negative experiences can be reframed as stepping stones toward this goal. let this relentless positive focus saturate your consciousness. this day takes you into your desired reality.

alright!! this is technically not day 4 as it would’ve been monday the 5th not today (tuesday 6th) so, excuse that, i’ll explain. anyway! before we get into this, i just want to state: no, i did not shift, but maybe got close. this attempt is similar to another. i will explain what happened and my overall thoughts about this process. long post!! (˘ŏ_ŏ)

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆what happened?⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

so to address the timeline, i did attempt to shift monday which is the official 4th day but right when it hit 12am for me since i’m in bed by then. i love “awake” methods, they’re all i usually do but i can only do them at night when i am left alone and nothing is bothering me. i’m busy during the day and there’s never a quiet moment.

i did everything as usual, i got myself ready for bed, buzzing with good energy and semi-controlled giddiness. i lay down, put my headphones on and i listen to reya’s guided meditation. i get into a nice deep calm state, i don’t feel my body too much and i’m very relaxed. i affirm and affirm, keep relaxed. i don’t feel any “symptoms” per se, maybe like a tingling sensation here and there but i barely notice (i know i don’t need to experience these). so this continues on and eventually i go in and out of consciousness. the whole time i doze off and come back, i hear the subliminal music in my ears and no cue i’m in my wr. i remember getting frustrated but not why, i wasn’t mad i wasn’t in my wr or anything i know that for sure. really strange, but i’m not thinking much of it. in summary, i fell asleep and nothing much happened.

that brings me to 12am today. i got ready for bed as usual and around 11:20pm (of yesterday) i’m finally in bed. i’m looking through notifs, apps, etc., then i decide to shift again. because why not? fuck it, let’s do it.

so after reviewing my script (and adding to it), i lay back with alunir’s guided meditation playing in my headphones. i’ve used it several times before. i relax immediately, etc etc etc., you know how it goes. again, not many “symptoms”, i barely notice the smaller ones like tingling. i get into a very very relaxed state, can’t feel my body much and i affirm and set my intentions as i hear what alunir says. like the last attempt, i doze off a little at first but then i’m fully awake. and soon i start smelling the faintest scents of rain and cologne (scripted this for my wr). i’m even calmer than last time this happened, got excited but i shut that shit down quick to focus. another cue i had in mind to know i’m in my wr is connor “waking” me up. he would gently wake me up not by talking but touch. (i’ve yet to post abt him, i will soon. he’s connor from a game called detroit become human. he’s like my assistant(?) in wr)

man i just remembered as i’m typing this up, i felt a shove to my arm/shoulder. it wasn’t aggressive but not so gentle, somewhere in the middle. i can’t tell if this was just a jerk my body did or something more for a split second. i don’t know what to define it as but i’m more sure it was just a jerk than anything else.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆overall thoughts⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

i think this is an amazing process. i believe it really helps lock down your belief in shifting as well as whatever you want to work on while using this. i felt pretty confident about my abilities to shift and it helped strengthen my positivity about shifting as a whole.

throughout all the exercises of this process, it helped strengthen so many parts of myself. reflecting on my journey thus far and what i hope to get out of one of many lives is so incredibly motivating and eye-opening. it gets you to really sit down and think about what you want and what you see for your overall life. this process really helps you see your dr(s) as a real place. not something you can only dream of but a real place where you can be. where everyone around you is real and have very real lives.

i definitely recommend others to try this process out. even if you don’t end up shifting, it can help strengthen your mindset and get you to think deeply about your dr(s). in turn, get you that much more closer to shifting!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

[slytherinshua]

SNACK BREAK

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. hyojin x fem!reader. wc. 506. request. requested by @wheeboo for the 1500 follower event here!! a/n. kinda inspired by the time in the past that hyojin would complain to fuses abt his university work and we were all confused bcuz we didn't even know this man attended a university lmfao anyway 😭😭 this man is such a problem and hes been wrecking me like crazy and his voice is the prettiest thing ever like what the fuck and i love him so much and he sounded so incredible live and he was so sweet he said ily to fans like a million times and i just love him so much oh my god i love onf

“15 more minutes…”

“You’ve been saying that for the last hour, love.” You pointed out, giving your boyfriend, Hyojin, a worried glance from the bed. You had always been extremely proud of him for somehow managing his university courses, vocal lessons, dance practice, and promotions all at once. You could barely manage just the former. He was definitely an unstoppable force.

Hyojin was sweet— not just to you, but to everyone. Some people didn’t like his nagging, misunderstanding the concern for just an excuse to bother or criticise them. But you cherished it. Every time he reminded you to eat or drink water, to take breaks or to do something better, you could tell just how much he cared for you. He truly just wanted the best for everyone. 

Except, there was no Hyojin to nag Hyojin. So you had to do it instead. 

“You need to take a break. It’s been hours of straight studying. You deserve it.” You urged him, putting a little more emphasis on some words to get your point across. All you heard in response was a dejected sigh.

“I haven’t been able to focus on this assignment because of practice, and-“ He started, trying his best to persuade you, but you quickly interrupted.

“No and’s. You were busy because of work, not because you were slacking off. You can finish it tomorrow, but it’s past midnight now.” A yawn struck you as you finished your sentence, luckily only pushing your point further. You could see Hyojin start to hesitate.

“If you don’t come here and cuddle me right now, I’ll turn off your computer.” You threatened finally. It wasn’t a tactic that you liked to use, but sometimes it was necessary.

“Do you have snacks?” Hyojin asked softly. You smiled as you watched him save his work and close the computer. Of course your food loving boyfriend would only have one thought in his mind.

“I can be the snack.” You replied, opening your arms wide. He scoffed at you, but still made his way over to melt into the embrace.

“I don’t think this is what people mean when they say to take a snack break.” He mused, brushing his lips over your softly. Each kiss started and ended quickly, and you were both too caught up in the taste of each other’s lips to fully comprehend when each one finished and the next began.

“But it’s still delicious.” Hyojin said finally after pulling away, dipping his head to nuzzle around your collarbone instead.

“What’s delicious?”

“Your lips?” A kiss was pressed to your neck at the end of the response. 

You rolled your eyes at the teasing response as your fingers curled around his hair, feeling the dry damage from constant dyeing and bleaching. You still loved it, though. Everything about Hyojin was precious to you. Even his teasing responses that made you roll your eyes, or his constant nagging, or his habit of stealing your food. He was just so sweet in your eyes— especially his lips.

↳ onf taglist: @eternalgyu,, @candewlsy,, @weird-bookworm

[calvatier]

Wanted to give him a shirt but honestly it's been a while since I've practiced drawing bodies bare cus I've been feeling like I need to hide it every time I do but honestly, who gives a darn 🙏

Just Amias,,,being a silly lil guy,,,I watched a jack frost edit and honestly it gave me the idea that I want Amias to be more charismatic and less "I'm troubled but hiding it w happiness",,,which he is but I think it'd be much more fitting if he was charming

Rambling:

I haven't been working on my story these days but I got some assignments done so I hope that I can get it going again (I always say that but I can't rly force it or the story wl feel weird and too stiff)

Listened to some songs and came up with a few ideas for worldbuilding and such,,,like that 100 days song,,,maybe two gods who were in love and one demanded that they wanted a hundred days to their name and the other god complied which in turn, causes months and season names in my world.,,,maybe a few gods wanted some days to their name

Feel a little dookie for not being able to pump out story ideas but it's just cus my schedule hasnt allowed me to rly sit down and have some hours to myself to properly think abt it,,,gotta focus on assignments

OOT, more related to art but I feel like I wanna get back into the fundamentals a little more again because I'm starting to grow lenient on myself. Tho,,I understand that I have other things to juggle so hopefully during my break soon, I can take the time to properly revise all the knowledge I've learnt so far

I was looking back at all my old rambles and thoughts abt art and I feel both bad and happy at how I used to think,,,I'm glad I was able to turn insecurity into passion and love

I want to be as passionate as I was before but I think I still am but I just don't notice it because I'm so surrounded by art that I don't realise that my life really is full of art,,,and my head is always thinking of art,,,,oh to be so consumed by something you love

Think nowadays I find myself thinking more of my OCs and story than my art itself, WHICH IS FINE, because thinking abt art constantly may burn me out

I still do draw for the sake of improvement,,,and it's always on my mind to try and improve one thing a day,,, it's just that, my OCs make it so much more fun and enjoyable and it makes the purpose feel so whimsical and light-hearted

I always look back and feel happy and grateful for the work I put in and I hope one day I can add proudness into that mix of adjectives

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

I can’t for the life of me find this post but there was one where someone was talking abt Camsco where for Halloween they were Gomez and Morticia and it had plagued my head so this is what you guys get!

——

Bosco was relaxing on the couch, one of her gray kittens resting in her lap as her manicured nails scratched between the kitten’s ears. A gentle wind tapping against the window with the color changing trees swaying gently, leaves falling down like graceful dancers. A blanket in their lap and tea sitting on the coffee table, really a perfect afternoon.

Only thing they needed was a certain redhead and then she’d be in heaven. They were reopening a page in their old book when the footsteps came in, sounding excited as she kept focus on the printed letters on the yellowed pages.

“Bosco darling, what do you think of this dress on me?”

“Looks fantastic, babe.” She turned the page unceremoniously, her head not at all raising to meet her girlfriends annoyed gaze.

“You haven’t even looked at it.” The redhead huffed, her arms crossed as Bosco chuckled.

“You look amazing in everything you wear, Cammie.”

“Can you please just look? Just a little?” Bosco could perfectly imagine the tight scrunch of Camden's nose as she giggled to herself. After a long pause with Camden tapping her foot in annoyance, they sighed dramatically limiting Tito from her lap and slipping a bookmark in between the pages of their book.

“Alright fine, you have my full attention now. Show me this costume…” they trailed on as their head came up to actually look at their girlfriend.

Camden stood before her, looking absolutely ravishing. A tight, floor length black dress hugged her body, a slit coming up to the middle of her thigh as they saw her silky smooth skin just tease her. Her eyes tracked higher and Bosco swore they had died and made it to heaven seeing her girlfriends cleavage so perfectly enhanced she could barely speak.

Camden bit her lip as she watched Boscos eyes raking over her body, a shiver running up her spine as she swallowed. “I was thinking of a couples costume for Kerri’s Halloween party. You know, Gomez and Morticia with that old suit you have?”

Bosco nodded, taking in Camden again and swallowing thickly. “Holy shit.” She mumbled to herself.

She watched as Bosco got up slowly, running her hand down and over face as she looked at Camden hungrily. It was as if their curls became a flowing lion's mane as she bit her lip with a small smile. “Fuck, baby.” She chuckled, eyes glinting with desire that made Camden shiver.

Warm hands now rested on Camdens hips, a burning desire in her touch that made the Brit’s head spin in a lusty head rush. They slowly dragged up her body, outlining her frame so perfectly, leaving a lingering burn along her skin.

“You have no idea what you do to me, cara mia.” They purred, their hands cupped her cheeks, forcing Camden to look and see the swirling storm of desire behind her eyes.

“I think I have a faint idea, mon cher.” She whispered, feeling Bosco's thumbs caressing her cheek bones. They leaned down and connected her lips to Camden’s, gentle at first but then applying a little more pressure. She moaned against her lips as her hands held onto Bosco desperately. Boscos hands shifted down from her cheeks to clutching her waist, holding on for dear life as she nibbled at Camden’s bottom lip.

“As much as I love how ravishing you look, I think you’re a little too dressed.” She said softly in between her little bites against Camden’s neck. “Why don’t we get this off of you.”

“I think that’d be absolutely horrific, mon amour.” She giggled, feeling Bosco growl and lift her into their arms.

“Then let’s not wait any longer, angela.” She kissed her deeply, taking her down the hall to the bedroom.

[m0tel6mxzzy]

the audrey and monet friendship we could’ve had (+a monet/max and luna/max rant) and the hyper focus on audrey/julien

ngl gghbo kinda fumbled the bag when they barely had audrey and monet have scenes together explaining why exactly they are friends. i still do not understand what it is that makes them stay together besides the fact they’ve known each other since they were kids (that has not stopped multiple julien/audrey split ups) bc they oppose each other’s values so often. it would have been so interesting to see exactly why the two were friends despite them being so different.

monet and luna share common interests w julien, audrey and luna actually get along with each other, max and aki were close, max and luna also had a lot in common, julien and audrey happened to be close, obie/julien and aki/audrey were dating…but you cannot actually see what makes audrey/monet friends. they have zero in common besides family issues they would have to willingly tell the other abt, which they seldom do bc they aren’t even that close, and monet literally would have to be reluctantly breaking down to admit to any of her friends if something like her dads affair troubled her. there is likely so much else she was holding in that might’ve made audrey sympathetic toward her that monet is not revealing. and monet isn’t really shown to be a sentimental person so it doesn’t make sense as to why she’s still friends with audrey when there’s nothing she needs from her like she does luna/julien.

max and monet i could actually see being more convincing as friends, but in the haze of makidrey max was literally unable to have a life outside audrey who…was not close to monet. literally the writers just didn’t know what to do w monet or luna unless it invovled audrey or julien’s relationships which made zero sense to me bc they’re already great characters on their own.

also these are the writers of riverdale. where is the camp. like…i feel the writers took themsleves too seriously hence the dialogue constantly being shrewd, but tonally that kind of dialogue really only fit monet/luna/max…who personality wise mirror blair/serena/chuck most…again characters who really as the show goes on don’t get any sort of plot outside of audrey/julien and nodding along w everything they do. and then they tried it w audrey insulting zoya and it felt so out of place and as if she was trying a bit hard to be serious abt it whereas when lunet was doing it they did it as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

but if u watch the og gg it can in a sense be comedic, the characters are mocked for their lack of self awareness abt their privilege, and there is no them constantly being somehow virtuous of having a point when they are sabotaging others. gghbo having this thing where monet is the only “evil” character and audrey/julien are saints bc they’re self aware they do shitty things makes zero sense. i’d actually argue monet is more self aware bc she’s considers who she’s hurting and the consequences of how ppl might perceive her to be a bad person which is why she continues to do mean things, whereas audrey and julien care very much if others view them as mean so they try even moreso to hide it. but either way they should’ve all had the characters match that energy or none of them instead of playing favorites.

and by no means were audrey/monet “forced” to constantly be around each other in party settings in s1 but it just seems like they never really liked each other. which is annoying, bc i think they either could’ve complicated the julien/audrey and julien/monet dynamic more by having monet be jealous audrey is more vulnerable with julien, that monet has to willingly be vulnerable with luna to get that in return from her when it comes so easily to the rest of the girls, and character development from monet and realizing that getting hurt is better than refusing to feel anything at all and missing out on amazing things in life. and on top of that monet would be given actual character development that lasted more than a singular episode.

but no we got that julien cheating w a married man plot, aki and max following audrey in circles and not really saying anything, and zoya and monet and luna just…they’re there but none of their conflicts last the entire season and everything is centered around audrey and julien to a point where even obie/aki/max feel out of balance and overshadowed as props next to their character arcs. literally it went from “seven samurai…omg new girl joins the group” to the audrey/julien show w the rest of the main characters in the background unless monet/zoya/luna in particular are aiding in something that eventually goes back to benefiting audrey/julien themselves.

and on top of that…monet and max. the TEA we could’ve had. literally ur telling me max hates aki/audrey rn and monet, who wasn’t allowed to come to italy, is not trying to spite audrey who she often butts heads with morally by reluctantly getting platonically closer to max and taking his side in the makidrey breakup. she could’ve been the one person told of his whereabouts, and luna and max still friends but things necessarily awkward bc of her technically neutral on akimax post makidrey—some sort of consequence for being neutral in situations of audrey where it’s not all abt making audrey look more agreeable as a character even when it doesn’t make sense for her to be. and actually gives luna more agency than just being the voice of reason for max in makidrey.

and also luna who has been w max thru thick and thin giving him emotional support over aki/audrey not getting their act together or treating him as fairly as they could’ve NOT being concerned when they so easily just…lied to max. it makes zero sense that after all the effort luna put in trying to help him save his own relationship, she would not be mad that aki cheated and he and audrey lied to max abt it.

anyway i’m off my soapbox

[decaysol]

I went to the gym the second time and under the guidance of a friend I pretty much lost energy after a few reps at the squats machine. I couldn't even squat much later. This made me horribly embarrassed about how weak and undisciplined I got with my physical health and I cried at everyone else i knew after. If I were more diligent with even just dancing I would've fared better. He bought me an isotonic drink and I felt better after chugging. I rested for a whole hour watching the boys do pull ups. I was also dissociated thinking abt how shit I am and how I can't focus on reality the whole time before. I can barely be interested in people bc my mind was so far away in my undone works. It was horrible.

Went for Korean food w other friend after and had a good time and some repenting and then naps. It was comforting. I am grateful for having him around.

Saw an entj with crazy eyes on a dating app and thought that was cool that I also kinda fit what he's looking for but I don't think I can handle a relo at a moment. Idk should I poke the wasp nest? Lol

While awake I need to face raw reality and improve on it somehow I am sick of being dissociated and need to get out of this unemployed dumbass hellhole I'm in. Ha fuck me. Agh

I want to be an art tutor for my sanity I think. I need to relearn how to exist in this world again at the spry old age of 29. The feeling that I have been sorely mistaken all the while is daunting.

[kuroaka]

as a college student, it would be nice to have and dedicate some time to college stuff

as someone who shares an apartment with someone i’m not related to, it would be nice to use my time to do all the chores exactly when i feel is needed

as a worker, it would be nice to dedicate some time to myself and actually rest so i could do my job nicely and improve myself whenever

and as a human being not mentally well, it would be nice to invest time in social events and not shutting down

but as all of these, i just do not have TIME for shit. i mean, i do, but i have to choose one of these stuff to focus. i can do college stuff OR all the house chores i have to do OR resting OR enjoy my social life because for fucks sake i am YOUNG and i feel like im loosing my time because i have so much to do and it feels like i can’t do ANYTHING and i absolutely HATE it

not only that, my ‘roommate’ (the person i share an apartment) apparently hates me for no reason at all and wants to make my life miserable (i’m exaggerating)

2 years ago she complained to my other friend - not me, MY FRIEND - about how i wasn’t doing the house chores, and like, i got it, i really wasn’t bc i was depressed but anyways. really later on she talked to me abt it and i spent the ENTIRETY of 2023 trying to do everything i could and not missing my chores. but then in this year, 2024, she said she doesn’t want to share the apt. anymore bc she has other plans and bc she is “dissatisfied with some issues”. like bitch wtf then why didn’t you talk to me sooner.

then okay, i told her she could talk to me abt it whenever and wished her luck. but she didn’t TALK abt it then how tf was i supposed to guess?????? what was wrong???? and she just dropped that and left, never talked abt it again. she really just dropped that bomb to me so i would feel guilty and left me to rot with this thought????

and it’s so funny cuz we both are PSYCHOLOGY students and in order to be a good psychologist you must have EMPATHY and this bitch can’t have empathy with the very person right next to her living in the same place???

bc when she complained abt me to my friend she said like “oh but at night i can hear her watching some series blah blah blah” yes?? when im having lunch or dinner i watch something bc that’s THE TIME I HAVE TO MYSELF, and it’s like 20 min tf

and it’s also so funny bc she talk all that shit abt me but it’s really easy when you don’t have to work 6 days of the week???? bitch you think i’m working just bc i want to??? and not bc i need the money)???????2$:!3$3! wtf is wrong with you??? i’m not extremely poor but the life i’m living now?? i need the fucking money!!!!! if you don’t need it then great but don’t talk shit u know nothin abt!!2?!2$:$: the only way to get your empathy is if im starving????? if i can’t afford college????

i deal with so much stuff with my shitty mental health and you expect me to be perfect????? ffs more often than not i can barely get out of bed without struggling 💀💀

[mo0dy-succubus]

I'm still working on request so please bare with me, the fact that I have been getting alot of requests while working on other stories is wild I'm getting there pls I just need to focus before people send to much

Anyway to save my mental health from shattering from request and burning myself out I want to do something

Things abt me that literally Noone asked for:

1. I am short for my height like really really REALLY short(guess me height and you will get something from me idk I refuse to pay tho)

2. Eating gluten makes my stomach hurt I don't have celiac disease or wheat allergy, just gluten sensitive which is sad bc I love intalian food

3. I have 3 sisters and no brothers

4. One of them (besides me) likes kpop too

5. I won a math trophy, despite sucking ass at math,like VERY BADLY

6. I like cats

7. I have some very unpopular opinions on kpop that might get me canceled (anyone interested in hearing them???? 👀)

8. I like anime!

9. I cosplay and I have always been interested in the hobby (AAHHHH MY COSPLAY IS BAD AFFFF)(guess who I cosplay if you can ill drop hints if you want)

10. I'm a big flirt

11. Despite being one I catch feelings to fast

12. I also lose feelings too fast it's not you I swear it's me

13. Apparently I must have been so fruity that my mom and sister knew I was gay even before I came out (I came out as gay in 4th grade ik ik very young) look idk what gay ass things I did in my childhood for her to expect that 😭😭😭

14. I love stuffed animals.

15. I own 2 squishmallows but I want more.

16.❤🌌 I LOVE SPACE AND LEARNING ABT IT🌌❤

17. I watch educational videos for fun and entertainment

18. I also go to sleep with educational videos on(Ted ed, minuteearth,kurzgesagt etc)

19. I'm interested abt black holes

20. TMI, TMI,TMIIIII, when I was in middle school I was jealous of my sister who got her period before me (I'm the 2nd oldest)

21. I jinxed myself and got my first ever period when I was in 7th grade (funny story)

22. when I start my period the first day of it is utter HELL the cramps awesome shitty, but the 2nd day till I end I have nothing at all, I was blessed to not have period cramps😌😌😌

(Ok enough tmi...)

23. Did gymnastics

24. Since I did gymnastics I have very muscular arms and legs.

25. I'm losing it tho in my arms haha but my legs are thick compared to how I look and I feel like it looks weird

26. I'm a Capricorn I'm not into astrology bc idk much abt it lolllll

27. I had long hair before I cut it to my shoulders (my mom thinks I have long hair do to native Americans genes)

28. I love video games

29. I love legend of Zelda and animal crossing<3

30. I'm a little kid at heart if you can't tell

31. I like dancing!

32. Am I good at it? No absolutely not.

33. Dream pet is a hedgehog

34. Nobody knows how to say my middle name

35. For the longest time I never knew how to spell my middle name

36. I suck at holding pencils, my hand writing is crappy now bc my mom gave up on trying to teach me bc I apparently was THAT BAD

37. im single 🥲🥲🥲

28. SOME MEN, NOT ALL, scare me to death

39. I like to tell ppl my cousin is famous

40. (Last one for tonight!!!) I like graphic novels

This was fun I was wondering if I should do another soon 🤔🤔🤔

Well in the mean time I'm gonna try to finish these requests all at once wish me luck and pray I don't die 🤚😔

[f4irycafe]

: ̗̀➛ 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘/ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

characters: eren. jean. armin.

warnings: smut. subspace. degradation. spit. rough sex. pet names (baby, angel, sweet/pretty girl, etc.) squirting. aftercare.

notes: i saw a post on here about toji w/ a reader who falls into subspace, and i wanted to write something w/ eren cause he's my bf >:(

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armin

i'm gonna go from best to worst in this list lmao.

he is the absolute best when it comes to dealing with you while you're in subspace.

the second you fall in hi's talking you through everything.

"you good baby," "look at my princess, my eyes, come on my love,"

his hands are cradling your face as he's shallowly pumping himself in and out of your weeping cunt.

your hands are latched onto his forearms as you're crying and babbling nonsense beneath him, but he just looks at you with a sweet little smile nd' tells you that everything gonna be okay.

i think it gets him off to know that he's the only thing in the world your mushy little brain cares abt in that moment.

when you both cum his aftercare is chefs kiss.

if you don't want to let him go he'd lull you into a calmer state with promises of being back in just a few minutes.

and he is.

he goes and gets you some mushy food that's easy to eat (applesauce, rasberies, etc) and some water and put them next to the bed.

hed grab a warm towel and wash your thighs and face off.

AFTER that's all done then he'll finally cuddle with you.

he hates to see you get all pouty when he leaves but he needs to take care of you before he can indulge you.

he'll just talk to you and give you sweet forehead kisses for as long as you need until you finally come out of subspace.

you're always thankful for the fact that he goes and gets you food and water afterwards, you always crave it.

he's just very tactical and practical about it.

10/10 mr arlert. <3

jean

jean boy :(

let me make it clear that him and eren are TIED for second place. they both take care of you in their own sweet ways.

i feel like the first time it happened he kinda freaked out and didn't know what to do. like he kept trying to talk to you and your brain wasn't even registering what he was saying you were just so blissed out.

but now as a veteran he's so so so so gooooddddddd.

he's the type to do the little "yeah's" and "uh huhs" against your lip as your gasping and your eyes gloss over with lust.

he always smiles, watching how you can barely focus on anything other than cumming in that moment.

like armin he stays really close to your face, occasionally kissing your lips in between sayings.

afterwards he's the type to indulge you, cause of course he'll do anything his babygirl asks.

he will clean you up with a towel, but he already set is aside before you guys started so he won't have to walk up and grab it.

he'll rock you in his arms like a little baby as you place your hands on his chest, your head in the crook of his neck.

i think he'll just sit in silence with you, rocking you back and forth until you get squirmy when you start to come out of your headspace.

he's the type to like debrief after a session ykwim.

"do you want me to do anything different" "i felt like i went a little too hard that time, you sure you're okay."

screams shits and cries oh my god.

the only reason why he is second place is because it took him a while to catch on. at first he thought he was hurting you or you couldn't breath, so he'd freak out which would then cause you to freak out in your vulnerable headspace and it was just kinda a mess .

eren

if there's one thing abt me, its that i ride for my husband ok. he's literally my man idgaf.

another second placerrrrrrrrr.

the reason why hes tied with jean is cause he also didn't handle you slipping into subspace that well at first.

he thought you were just like...being dramatic and bratty cause the dick was just that good.

so he kinda went harder and choked you a bit.

and you flipped the fuck OUT. like your brain went into panic mode and you tried to get him to stop. but he was so swept up in the moment he didn't realize when your like "wow this is so good" hits against his arm turned into "eren let go of my neck right now before i have a breakdown" hits.

you had to talk to him about it afterwards, but he learned.

he's still really condescending whenever you go into subspace, but he doesn't get any rougher than he already was being with you.

"my cock really fucking you dumb isn't it, pretty girl" "taking my cock like you were made for i, aren't you, aren't you you dumb sweet thing"

bark bark bark BARKKKKKKKK GRRRRRRR WOOF

i feel like he likes to fuck you in subspace the most when his back is pressed against your back so he can whisper all these nasty things in your ear, and he loves to grab your face and force you to look at him when you cum.

you also just fall apart so much harder whenever he fucks you like that, pistoning his hips into yours at an insane speed.

your brain is still really foggy even after you cum, and you kinda just fall forward.

lol the first time that happened he didn't hold you up and you fell face forward into the pillows.

but he'll wash u ofc. and he'll put the lights on a darker setting (something he knows you like, like a dark pink or blue) and put on some really soothing music.

you guys literally worked together on a playlist that he uses specifically whenever he fucks you into subspace.

like armin he'll talk to you, but its more reassurance.

his big hands will cradle your cheeks as he looks at you.

"you did so good for me tonight, you always do" "took my cock so well, sweet girl." "good girl"

i'm actually panting rn.

after you get out of your headspace he'll go grab you whatever you want from the kitchen, plus a nice cold glass of water.

often times you're limbs are so tired that before he makes it back to the room the music has already lulled you to sleep.

he has a soft smile on his face as he sets down the food, kisses your forehead, and tucks you into bed.

tags / @sailewhoremoon @keithandlevi-ontheroof @shunkaza @marcoswhore @jeanreinersex @kailuvsme @khinaadolll

dessa's thoughts: like ik im the one writing this shit, but it still gets me geeked as fuck. i love them. i was gonna add connie but i'm tired and i just wanna watch spy family and go to bed so i cut him from this one :(