#i'm melting........ i'm literally a puddle on the floor

[chrisbangs]

"words aren't enough, my diamond who's in front of me, you're too bright i'll end up falling for you, one of a kind masterpiece"

bang chan you are the fucking standard 😭

[onlyhuis]

for 1k.. mtl likely to completely melt when u go into subspace and say "thank you" after your orgasm? 💤

member — svt ot13 x gn reader  genre — mtl, fluff (18+) word count — 1.3k (each member has a paragraph) warnings — subspace (reader), just aftercare but there’s allusions to having sex (not explicitly described), implied that svt are dom/reader is a sub, all are gn except shua's uses “good girl” as a nickname notes — requested by @junhuisms for my 🐈 1k event — this has been in my inbox forever i'm sorry nhdnsjs. honestly i feel like all of them would melt but in slightly different ways so i did a little blurb for each. i hope you enjoy! <3

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1 - seungcheol

this man is the biggest simp on the entire planet and he would be so so good at taking care of you. i think it’s about 50/50 the amount of time he spends as a hard dom and a soft dom, but regardless of what activities you get up to he is the best at making sure you always feel good. he would melt the hardest on the nights he’s been a little meaner and a little rougher, because how can you be so sexy and so adorable at the same time, especially after you just came four times from his mouth alone? it boosts his ego so much not only that you trust him with all of yourself, but that you love him enough to say thank you afterwards? his day is made. his week is made. his whole year is made.

2 - seungkwan

he is absolutely obsessed with you. his reactions are always big whenever he's around you because he's so in love with you; you could be doing the most mundane thing in the world and he'd react like you just saved a burning building full of orphans and solved world hunger. he’ll melt over literally anything you do, but especially when you get that dopey smile on your face after you cum because your pleasure is his pleasure so your reactions only make him melt even more. he gets so caught up in how cute you are, he’d probably end up falling asleep with you tucked in his arms and forget to clean up.

3 - joshua

he thinks you’re just so adorable. most of the time he enjoys a little pushback when he’s fucking you; being a brat tamer is what gets him off, so he’s always making you beg him to let you cum. but he can never tease you for very long, especially on the times when you decide to be well behaved, so of course he has to reward you for being such a good girl for him. he lives on giving and receiving praise so he’d be thanking you too for letting him take care of you like this.

4 - mingyu

he completely melts. literally reduced to a puddle on the floor or the bed. he would get the biggest puppy eyes and be so pouty because he’s so whipped and he believes you shouldn’t ever have to do any work. he’s the one who needs to be thanking you, actually, because he's so honored that someone as beautiful and perfect as you decided to choose him of all people. he will give you anything and everything you could ever need because he doesn't want you to have a single care in the world, especially when you're being so sweet clinging to his arms. he may not be perfect but he's going to try his damn hardest to make sure he truly earns your thankfulness.

5 - jun

he’d start smiling and giggling, and he wouldn’t stop until you came back out of subspace. he would also get super clingy and hold you close to his chest and stroke your hair and grin uncontrollably. he’d give you the sweetest “you’re welcome” you’ve ever heard and just keep praising you for being so darn cute. he is the snuggliest boy and his aftercare would be the softest and best part of the whole experience.

6 - hoshi

everything about him is intense, especially when you’re in subspace. he fucks you hard and loves you even harder, so when you thank him after your orgasm it would make him so happy and he’d love you even more than before (if that’s even possible). he thinks your reactions are the cutest thing in the world and once you come out of that headspace he’d be begging for another round just so he can see you like that again.

7 - jeonghan

he’d mostly be cocky and proud of himself for making you feel so good, but deep down he'd be so giddy about your reaction. he doesn’t always explicitly say it or show it, but you’re so precious to him and all he really wants is for you to be satisfied and happy. he would absolutely tease you later about thanking him, but inside he’d be blushing and hoping it’s something that’ll become a habit of yours. he’s a fiend for praise and would want to get you there all the time.

8 - seokmin

he has hearts and stars in his eyes for you on a normal day, so it’d only increase when you’re in subspace. he’d get all blushy and embarrassed and tell you not to worry about it because it’s his job to make you feel good, so there’s no need to thank him. he’d wrap you up in blankets if you’re too cold and he’d put a cool washcloth on your forehead if you’re too hot and he’d coo over you with the purest little smile on his face.

9 - minghao

he gets so soft and he would be so gentle with you. even if he'd been a hard dom earlier, he'll flip on a dime as soon as he notices you in subspace. the responsible dom in him comes out and he tries not to dwell on how cute you look because instead he's busy making sure you’re feeling comfortable and safe and loved, bringing you water and helping you calm down. he’d melt at your reaction, but in more of a protective way because he’s not gonna let anything happen to his baby. 

10 - wonwoo

he wouldn’t not be into it exactly, but he wouldn’t have as much of a big reaction as the other members. he’d mostly be proud of himself for being able to satisfy you so well, and he’d be ready to give you whatever else you asked for or what you needed. he knows what his job is and he does it well. he smiles when he thinks you're not looking or when you aren't paying attention and the sight of you makes him feel warm inside.

11 - woozi

he wouldn't melt so much as he would just be fond of you. he’d smile at you, let you rest on his lap and play with your hair until you come back to him. he's usually quiet, not making a lot of noise unless you ask him to, but when you tell him “thank you” he'll hum and blush a little to let you know he's listening and that he appreciates you.

12 - chan

he would love it when you go into your subspace, but at the same time i think he would get a little panicky. it’s a lot of responsibility to take care of you when you’re so vulnerable, and he would be so focused on that that he’d forget to think about his own feelings. he would still adore you and how cute you are, but it would be more at the back of his mind.

13 - vernon

quite honestly i don't think he'd even notice when you're in subspace. looking back later he might realize you were suddenly acting a little calmer and a little clingier, but he wouldn't treat you any differently than he normally does. he loves you and thinks you're cute all the time, why would he be any different now? he's just happy to be along for the ride, but he won't deny it feels good to be thanked, even if he thinks he hasn't really done much.

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[katiemcabeswife]

'Transferring to Lesbianism'

Biv Meadema x Platonic Fem!Reader

Guys are cunts so you're 'transferring to lesbianism'.

Warnings: Guys are cunts, drinking, crying, swearing

You were upset, angry and scared. You’d been on a date with Nate, a guy who you’d met at a party and hung out with multiple times before, when he started making sexist ‘jokes’ and exclaiming his bewilderment on how popular women’s sport has become, claiming that ‘the game is a joke’ now that women were getting popular.

So you left.

You had talked about him to your friends, you had talked to him about your friends and about your passion for football and at the time he sounded genuinely interested. He was even supposed to come to your next game and to hear him pull a complete 360 made you question whether he had been faking it the whole time you had spent together.

It was well into the night and you didn't feel comfortable getting the bus, you'd had a few drinks so you couldn't drive and you didn't trust getting an Uber alone. While there were definitely other (better) options, you started walking home.

You lived in a good neighbourhood but you did have to go through some sketchy ones to get to your house so you kept your keys tight between your fingers. You could see a figure ahead of you but you tried to be optimistic and hoped they would leave you alone and let you walk right past them

Optimism is stupid.

"Hello there," A male voice called out before you could fully pass it. You ignored the man and gripped your keys tighter.

"I'm talking to you, pretty," Your brain melted when you remembered you were wearing a shirt that accentuated your boobs.

"Sorry, my dad's waiting on me, gotta hurry," You replied shakily and picked up your pace.

But of course, boys just don't know when to give up.

"I'm sure he won't mind you being a few minutes late." He was now walking backward in front of you.

"He has a temper." You stopped once you noticed his feet weren't moving as you hadn't dared to look him in the eyes.

"Well I could deal with-"

"Listen could you kindly fuck off?" You cut him off before trying to storm past him. He grabbed your arm. You were already angry and you just wanted to get home and cry.

He pivoted you towards himself, still gripping your arm and you took the opportunity to kick him in the dick. While he fell to the floor like a pussy and called you a bitch, you ran off.

You were well away from the guy and gave up on saving your tears until you got home. Your eyes were drawn to an orange light illuminating the puddles on the floor. A bottle of something couldn't hurt.

You were now sitting in a well-lit park and sipping on your bottle of something, crying. You looked around for a second before realising you were familiar with the park. Your drunken mind loved chatting, everyone knew it, especially your teammates.

"VIV!" You screamed when she picked up your call.

"Y/N, why are you yelling when it's so late?" Viv spoke quietly and you could hear the muffled sound of some movie playing in the background.

"I'M LITERALLY IN THE PARK RIGHT NOW!" You were so excited and you had to chat to someone about it.

"Are you alone?" Viv asked before you could hear keys rattling and her saying something to someone.

"Yes, but it's so nice. Boys aren't nice. Boys are-are cunts. I'm going to transfer to lesbianism." You gruffled and Viv had to try hard to not laugh.

"Where are you?"

"I'M IN THE PARK!" You exclaimed excitedly.

"Which one, hun," Viv desperately sighed.

"The one that's right 'round the corner of your house! That's why I called you silly!" You laughed before crying out when you spilled your bottle of something.

"Can you wait there for me? Go stand near the street, near the bus stop and I'll be there in 2 minutes. Ok?" She was definitely in the car.

"Are you coming to hang out with me!"

"Yeah! So you gotta go to the bus stop so I can find you quick," She was right around the corner now and she had her thumb in between her teeth, scared about the state she was about to find you in.

"OMG! I literally see you!" Viv pulled over and hopped out of the car.

"Hey, what are you doing here, Y/N?" She pulled the bottle out of your hands and put it in the bin before taking your shoulders between her hands.

"Well I was on a date with Nate and then he started being all sexist and cocky and cunty so I left but I had already had a few drinks and I didn't want to catch the bus or get an Uber because they scare me. So I started walking home but then this guy came up to me and started talking to me and wouldn't leave me alone and then he grabbed me and it really hurt! So I kicked him in the balls and ran off and I was just so sad! So I went and got myself a drink and then I saw the park, where we are literally standing right now, and I was like OMG! Viv and Beth live around here, maybe if I wait I might get to see them and then I got impatient so I called you and now here we are!" You were huffing and puffing at this point before you started crying again.

Viv was quick to pull you into a hug, "Hey, it's alright. Maybe you should come with me and you can stay with me and Beth? Yeah?"

"Oh, I would really like that," You muffled into her shoulder. Viv helped you into the car before taking off. The drive was only 2 minutes but you had a lot to say. Especially about 'transferring to lesbianism'.

"OK, let's get you inside and to bed shall we?" Viv asked as you were walking up the front steps.

"But I want to hang out," You whined.

"What if we go and get brunch tomorrow?"

"Oh, I would really like that," You were in the door now and Beth was waiting for you in the kitchen. You broke out from Viv's hold and pounced on Beth, "Beffy! Guess what!"

"What?" She spoke gently and stroked your head that was resting on her chest, sharing a worried glance with Viv who looked deeply concerned.

"Guys are cunts so I'm transferring to lesbianism to be with you guys and like the rest of the team!" You were so sleepy and so sad, Beth lightly rocking you and petting your hair was helping you calm down.

"That's great?" She shook her head confusingly towards Viv, "Let's get you to bed now though,"

"Oh, I would really like that," The girls had you drink a glass of water and got you changed into some of their clothes before tucking you in for the night.

“Can we go to the park tomorrow?” You asked Beth who was sitting next to you on the guest bed, Viv watching with a small smile from the door.

“Of course, now off to sleep, you,” She kissed your forehead and you giggled.

The girls left the room and walked to the kitchen, “What on earth happened?” Beth whisper- yelled.

“Something about Nate being sexist and then a random guy wouldn’t leave her alone and grabbed her arm, she kicked him the balls and then she went and got a bottle of rum before drinking it in the park around the corner,” Viv nodded lightly at Beth who looked like she was about to cry.

“Poor baby,” Beth sympathised.

Viv laughed a little, “And then she was going on about ‘transferring to lesbianism’.”

Beth joined in, “I think she told me that?” The pair laughed before Viv took Beth into her arms.

“Let’s get to bed?” She questioned and Beth agreed.

~

When you woke up, it took a while for your eyes to adjust to the light and for the memories from last night to flood your brain. You let out a whimper due to the pain behind your eyes and the awful night you had.

When your eyes adjusted as much as possible you lifted your head from the pillow and realised that you were at Beth and Viv's house. You sighed and pulled yourself from the comfort of the bed toward the kitchen where you could hear the girls chatting.

"Hey, Y/N/N, how're you feeling?" Beth asked pushing over a coffee and bottle of Advil.

"I'm sad and my head hurts." You pouted slightly before downing a couple of the pills.

Viv pulled you into a side hug, "Well, why don't we go to brunch?"

You rubbed your hands over your face and nodded, "Yeah, that would be nice,".

The girls gave you some clothes so you could properly wash off last night in the shower and get back into some clean clothes. The drive was silent bar the low volume of the radio and you all silently exited the car before entering the cafe.

It was only after discussing what everyone was going to get and then ordering that someone brought up last night, "Y/N, do you wanna talk about last night?" Beth asked shyly.

You down from the two girls sitting across from you and fiddled with your fingers, "I'm just sick of men and how they're still stuck in the 60s. I hate how people view women and how they treat them and I'm sick of people treating women's sport as inferior to men's. I don't even know why! Why are women subservient to men? I don't get it and I'm sick of it! Men genuinely believe that their greatest achievement is to be born men and then believe all the toxic ideas about what men are. Because they are utter losers, any time a woman does something considered masculine, they feel threatened and they believe genuinely that by being verbally abusive they are 'just being men'." You were deeply disturbed by the matter, so much so that you were crying in public. You rarely cry period, so crying in public shocked the couple.

Viv moved to sit next to you and hugged you, you burying your head into her neck, "Men are just insecure that women are doing better than them, they don't know how to act so they lash out. You're right, it's not good enough but you can't force people to change their views," She started before Beth took off where Viv left off.

"But you are changing people's perspectives! With your YouTube and the interviews you do, I've read the comments. Hundreds of girls are saying how you changed their brother's and dads' views on women's sports. I've even gotten some DM's asking me to thank you for it. You are doing everything you can and you are doing wonderfully, Y/N." She was holding your hand and now you were properly sobbing, gaining a few stares from other customers.

"You are doing great, Y/N and I know that I and all of the other girls on the team are so proud of you and you inspire us to do better and to advocate even harder. You should be so, genuinely proud of how well you are doing. You should also ever let anyone, especially a man tear you down." Viv was lightly patting your head.

You lifted your head from the crook of Viv's neck and took a deep breath. You had a drink of water and wiped your eyes, "Thank you guys," Your voice was quiet and still had a deep sadness to it.

"Anytime, Schatje," Viv comforted.

"Um, I have two breakfast sandwiches and one avocado sourbread?" A waitress approached your table, breaking the sadness/tension bubble that surrounded it.

"Yeah, that's us. Thank you." Beth took the plates and gave them to their respectful owners. Once the waitress had walked away Beth swallowed and turned to you with a smirk on her face, "So, Y/N, how's 'transferring to lesbianism' going?" Viv joined Beth in laughing and you looked at the two in utter confusion.

"Excuse me?"

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Putting on the Rizz: Chaggie feat. Husker & Angel

Angel: Vagina, you're about as charming as a bed of razorblades.

Vaggie: If you call me that one more time, I'm going to collapse your sphincter on the grand staircase banister! And I can be charming when I want! I managed to get Charlie to date me, didn't I?

Husker: Because she's a bleeding heart with a savior complex, and you were literally a kicked puppy left by the dumpster.

Angel & Husk: (high-five)

Vaggie: (growling as her ribbon turns into horns) Fine! I'll prove it!

Charlie: (walks in) Hi, guys! What are you talking about? I could sense Vaggie's blood pressure rising.

Vaggie: (blushes faintly and clears her throat before sauntering up to Charlie with an extra sway in her hips) Princesa, a moment of your time?

Charlie: (blushes as her eyes zero in on Vaggie's hips) OooOoh... you can have all my time... (shakes head) Uh! S-Sure! W-What's up?

Vaggie: (reaches up on her tiptoes and whispers into Charlie's ear with a slight rumble in her chest)

Charlie: (blushes so hard her cheek circles disappear as it spreads down her neck to her hands, and she melts into a puddle) Askfbsks!

Vaggie: Love you, babe. (Winks and gives Charlie a kiss on the cheek)

Charlie: (starstruck) Uh-huh... Love you too, Vaggie~

Vaggie: (walks back to Angel and Husk proudly) Told you.

Husker: Well, I'll be double damned.

Angel: How the fuck did ya do that?!

Vaggie: I spoke Spanish in her ear in the chesty way she likes.

Husker: (watching as Keekee gently paws at the Charlie puddle on the floor) What did you say?

Vaggie: (coughs and shifts awkwardly) I actually blanked on something to say....so I just recited Lucifer's apple pie pancake recipe in Spanish.

Angel & Husker: (faces slam into the bar top)

[anonymous-dentist]

Day Six - Hybrids | Cuddling

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Roier finds out that Cellbit is a cat hybrid literal seconds after finding out that Cellbit used to be a serial killer, because, apparently, those two things are the most important secrets in Cellbit's life.

Cellbit's cute little straw hat is off for the first time all day, and his hair sticks to his forehead- sweaty from a day of partying with everybody else at the Favela.

Roier's breath catches because right there in front of him for the very first time are two cat ears the same color as Cellbit's hair. They're ragged, torn in some places and nicked and with small chunks missing, and they twitch nervously- pressing themselves down towards Cellbit's skull- as Roier doesn't say anything.

Cellbit wrings his hat in his hands and pointedly looks anywhere but at Roier.

"It's just... hard, you know?" he quietly asks. "I'm not in prison anymore, but old habits die hard, I guess."

And, really, Roier should be more concerned about the fact that his fiancé is a literal serial killer. That is, objectively, really fucking concerning. Like, what if he relapses or something and starts murdering the shit out of everybody on the island starting with Roier himself? That's stuff he should be concerned about, right?

But, for whatever reason, all Roier can think of is the fact that, every time he and Cellbit have met up, Cellbit has had his goggles on.

"Hey," Roier softly says.

He reaches out for Cellbit's hands, freezes inches away, lets out a breath and properly takes them. The hat falls to the floor, settling on Roier's feet; the goggles attached to it bump against Roier's leg, ever-present.

Cellbit's breath catches, and his hands instinctively grip Roier's tightly. His ears perk up in surprise- absolutely adorable, what the fuck?

His voice is reverent: "Guapito..."

"Gatinho," Roier warmly replies. He smiles as Cellbit's eyes dart up to meet his; now that Roier knows to look, he notices the way Cellbit's pupils are less round than they should be and more, well... catlike. "Muy lindo..."

Cellbit flushes and tears his eyes away, ears flattening again.

"That's the problem," he says. "I'm not cute. I'm a killer."

"Sí." Roier nods seriously. "But you know what else?"

"What?"

"That's fine. You don't have to be cute. You can just be handsome. And sexy."

Cellbit cracks a small smile at that, face going even more red.

He's beautiful. Roier can't believe that he gets to marry him. His hands are rough, and he's covered in scars, and he has the sweetest smile, and he has cat ears that automatically swivel towards Roier every time he speaks.

With a quiet little 'mrrp'-ing noise, Cellbit lets his head fall forward onto Roier's shoulder. The tips of his ears graze Roier's cheek just momentarily, and they're so soft that Roier's mind goes blank outside of thoughts of Gatinho Gatinho Gatinho Gatinho.

Roier is brought back to reality by a weird little rumbling sound that he realizes is purring.

"Eu te amo," Cellbit murmurs, voice distorted by his purring.

He's just so easy with the verbal stuff, Roier doesn't know how he does it. Just thinking about telling Cellbit he loves him is enough to make Roier's heart stop and his blood boil and freeze and his face flush and his stomach fall out of his ass and his lungs explode. It shuts his brain down, but Cellbit? He's so good at it! (And he says he doesn't know how romance works, tsk tsk.)

Roier, unable to verbalize the billions and trillions of words flying around in his heart, just presses a hesitant kiss into the crown of Cellbit's head and hopes that it gets his affections across. It should, because Cellbit already knows Roier better than Roier might know himself, but-

A bashful kiss against the side of Roier's neck.

Roier swoons, just barely catching himself from melting into a gooey little puddle on the floor. He's gotta look goofy, he can feel how wide and ridiculous his smile is, but who the hell cares?

"Do you have a tail, too?" he hears himself asking, mind a million miles away. He can just picture himself and Cellbit kissing at the altar- their first ever real kiss ever- and just the thought of it makes his knees weak.

"Mhmm," Cellbit responds. He yawns against Roier's throat. "But you'll have to wait until our honeymoon for that."

Oh, God, the implications of that... Cellbit isn't into sex, and that's cool, but they'll be sharing a bed. A bed!!

The thought of finally getting to sleep with Cellbit (in the proper way, of course) makes Roier giddy enough to giggle into thin air.

"It's a date!" he happily says.

(A week later when they're finally in bed together for the first time, Roier spends a solid fifteen minutes properly admiring his husband(!!!)'s hybrid features for the first time, much to Cellbit's embarrassment.

"You're ridiculous," Cellbit whines, face hidden in his hands as Roier gently scratches him between the ears. He might sound annoyed, but he's purring, and his tail has already wrapped around both of Roier's legs, and he keeps dragging Roier's hand back every time he tries pulling away, so there.

"Maybe," Roier admits. He moves two of Cellbit's fingers away to kiss his forehead. "But you love me, anyway."

Cellbit doesn't argue, because he does.)

[jakekiszkasmommy]

The Professor Part 2 📖

Warnings: 18+, ABSOLUTE FILTH, literally only sex this entire chapter, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm denial and overstimulation, squirting, ALL the warnings!!!!!

Author's note: SURPRISE!! I couldn't wait until tomorrow- I will be planning on rolling out a new part every Monday so here is this one a teensy bit early!

Part 1

Part 2

............

The way his tongue rolls over your nipple has you letting out small moans, the alcohol heightening your senses.

"Jacob, please," you beg as your run your fingers through his chocolate locks.

He bites your left nipple, sending you arching off the bed with a yelp. His mouth works it's way around your chest and up your collar bones. His hands find the button and zipper on your jeans, undoing them quickly. He helps you drag your pants off your ankles, eyes again raking up your legs as he did at the bar.

"You are a work of art, Y/n." His calloused fingertips run up the sides of your legs. "I'm feeling a bit parched. Think you can help?" You think he is about to ask for a drink but before you have the chance to respond, he is diving between your legs. Tongue lapping at your soaked panties, "and you taste like heaven as well." He nearly growls.

He yanks your underwear off of you and discards them onto the floor before moving back to your aching center. The second his tongue finds your clit, you are clamping your thighs around his head and digging your fists into his hair.

"Oh my god," you shout as a moan rips through your chest.

His tongue circles your clit at a fast pace, quickly bringing you to the edge of an orgasm. He chuckles as he pulls away. Your eyes shoot open and you see him rise from the bed. He starts undoing his own pants and discards them into the ever growing pile, his cock springing free.

"I told you that you were a needy little thing, love" the new pet name rolling off his tongue. "But we are still going to play by my rules. You will only cum when I allow you to. Understood?" You nod. He approaches the side of the bed, "Safe word is Gibson if you need me to stop." You nod again, "no I need to hear you say it."

"Gibson." You say, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"On your knees." He points to the hardwood floor. You scramble to the floor, unsure of what is to come but ready to give him anything he needs. He gathers your hair into his fist into a makeshift bun. "Open." He commands. You do as you are told and open your mouth, tongue out, waiting. "Oh, you are such a good listener. Such a good little slut for me." He says as you looked up at him with hooded eyes, watching him stroke himself. He slaps the head of his cock on your tongue a few times. A devilish grin on his face sends a shockwave to your core.

He slides his length into your mouth slowly. You wrap your lips around him, using your tongue for added pressure on the bottom. He picks up his pace.

"I want you to play with yourself. Keep her feeling nice for me." He says through gritted teeth. Your hand shoots down to circle your bundle of nerves. You nearly melt into a puddle on the floor at the touch. A small moan vibrates his cock and he starts fucking your mouth harder. "Keep your pace with mine."

You are circling your clit with every thrust of his own. "That's it baby, god you look beautiful." You look up at him through your lashes, eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head. Your other hand grabs the back of his thigh to keep him thrusting into your mouth.

No sooner than it started, he uses the grip in your hair to pull you off of him. He crouches down onto the floor with you, bending your head backwards. He inserts two fingers into you unexpectedly and you let out your loudest moan yet.

"God baby, you are so tight." Pumping his fingers in and out of you, making you teeter on the edge yet again.

Moans are falling out of you non-stop now. "Jake I'm going to cum, please, you have to stop."

"I'm not quite sure who Jake is, love," he brings your head up to meet his dark gaze.

You panic, stumbling over your words, "Sorry, sir, I- I'm-" you start to unravel below him, unable to stop it.

"At least you know to call me Sir. I'll let that one slide. Be a good girl and cum for me. Do it. Now." He demands.

You are relieved when you finally let go. Squeezing around his fingers. But then it all becomes too much. He hasn't stopped.

"Sir, I-"

"You know what to say if you want me to stop." He growls in your ear. You can't stop cumming. Your vision whites out and you scream his name, another orgasm taking over you. "That's it. That's what I wanted." He says as he pulls his fingers out and rubs your clit rapidly. You can feel and hear the wetness hitting the floor. You feel euphoric, no one has ever made you cum like that.

"Jacob, oh my god, I- I've never," you start to apologize.

He pulls you up and pushes you onto the bed face down with your feet on the floor. "I'm going to fuck you now. And I want you to do that all over again. Soak me."

He lines himself up with your entrance and slams into you, not allowing any time to adjust. He is so much bigger than you expected but the stretch is welcomed. With every thrust, he is grazing your g-spot. You can control the moans and praises slipping from your mouth.

"Yes, sir, just like that, pleaseeee," you whine. Gripping the sheets you use the leverage to push back into him harder.

"No no no, you aren't in control. I am." He seethes. He grabs both arms by your elbows and pulls towards him, lifting your chest off the mattress. "Keep begging for it, let me hear you."

You throw your head back moaning, "Please sir, please can I cum now?"

His hips snapping into you at a relentless pace is sure to leave you sore tomorrow. "Already? No, love, we just started having fun." He says sternly as he pulls up harder on your arms. Each thrust into you is deep and hard, your ass smacking against his thighs. He is groaning behind you, watching your perfect ass bounce against him. He pulls out with a harsh smack on your ass before ramming into you again. Letting go of your arms, his hands find purchase digging into your hips, driving him into you harder.

You are screaming into the mattress and squeezing him so hard that his hips falter just the slightest moment.

"Alright baby girl, cum for me," he says lowly as he leans down to your ear. Finally causing you to release all over him. "That's it, baby. See I know you can be good and listen."

Flipping you over, you lay fucked out beneath him on the bed, tears streaming from your eyes. A hint of worry crosses his expression. He cradles the back of your neck and lifts your head towards him. "Hey, love, you ok? We can stop. You just have to tell me."

"No, no please, I want more. Please please," you beg.

A wicked smile is plastered on his face as he stares down at you. "Give me one more. But I want you to hold it until I say so and then give me all you've got." He slips himself back into you. The both of you letting out a moan together. You are balanced on the edge of the bed, with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hand cradling your head.

He leans down and kisses you, deepening it as he starts to thrust faster again. His other thumb finds your clit and starts to rub hard, slow circles.

The obscene words falling from your mouth were enough praise for him to know that you were close again. You start to squeeze him and it only makes him pound into you harder. The sweat making his hair stick to his face and neck.

Who would have thought the man you brought home from the bar would be giving you the best fuck of your life?

The circles he's rubbing on your clit become tighter, faster. "Jacob, god this is- fuck- yes just like that," you throw your head back in pleasure. Your eyebrows scrunch together and your mouth hangs open, no noises spilling out as you try to hold it together.

"Oh love, don't hide those sounds from me now." The grip around the back of your neck tightens. "Look at me, open your eyes."

Your eyes open to find his nearly jet black and pupils blown with lust. A particular pass over your clit sends your eyes rolling backwards.

He pulls you to him and you are completely submitting to him as your lips lock, relaxing in his grip. He pulls away just slightly so that he can watch your face. Your eyes meet and you swear in that moment you feel a spark. A spark other than a drunken hookup.

"Ok, love, are you ready? Think you can do it one more time for me?" His caring tone brings you back down to earth as you find yourself getting lost in the feeling of everything.

His thrusts become sloppy and you clench around him. His thumb brushes over your bundle of nerves a few more times before you are coming undone with him following you. You scream his name and claw at his biceps. The both of you ride out your highs until the air settles and you are both a panting mess.

.....

"So," he pauses, "about that tattoo?" Jacob chuckles as he lifts your chin to kiss you.

............

Part 3

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[lxvebun]

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request: would like to request megumi/yuji dating a reader that is very emotionally sensitive :) if you don’t feel like writing it that’s perfectly okay! I love your work <3

buns notes: hi angel!!thank you for requesting and for being so patient! I hope you like this as well and I hope you have a good day!

content: Sukuna/Yuuji/Megumi x gender neutral reader. Fluff + comfort. Kissing. Crying. Mentions of violence in Sukuna's part.(not towards reader) blood (sukuna). English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

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Sukuna

This was disgustingly self indulgent forgive me anon

♡-He really admires your sensitivity. He barely has any :)

♡-It piqued his curiosity that you feel everything so deeply. From love and happiness to grief and sorrow you carry these emotions on your sleeve, even if you don't necessarily want to.

♡-Although it makes him curious, it doesn’t mean he’ll purposefully make you emotional. He hates seeing you cry. He's done terrible things, made scenes that put everyone else whose eyes laid upon it guts twist, without as much as blinking. He doesn't feel anything when his hands are dripping in blood but God seeing you cry feels like his veins are starting to pump poison through his body and his non-existent heart is being ripped out of his chest.

♡-And he had to learn the hard way that storming over to you and harshly demanding what happened. Who made you cry? Give him names. Is not exactly the best way to soothe you.

♡-So when he sees you flinch and more tears start to spill out, his attitude immediately changes. He's the king of curses he knows that he can be terrifying and to some even uttering his name shoots fear into their heart, but you look at him with such a soft love-filled look, so much light and admiration, when he's with you he kinda forgets that he is so scary

♡-Don’t worry tho! every day he’s learning more and more about how to take care of you. So rest assured he’ll be there to wipe the tears away. And give you a big smooch for good measure.

Yuuji

♡-Yuuji is honestly just like you. He feels everything strongly and deeply. At first it didn’t bother him, it was actually one of the traits he liked about himself. When he loved someone, he told them, which would lead to stronger bonds and when he needed to cry, he cried which after a good session would make him feel a lot lighter than he felt before.

♡-Now though, with everything going on in his life, and he quite literally carries the safety of the world on his shoulders, he hates the fact he feels everything so deeply. it's a constant state of happy and depressing emotions because he did meet Fushiguro, and Gojo, and Nobara, and he is sure his grandpa is proud of him, but he's already feeling the dread and fear of leaving this world, his friends behind. He's already afraid of what comes next and with every finger he consumes it just gets stronger. until you, ray of sunshine entered his life as well

♡-It’s nice to meet someone who was also emotionally sensitive, which lead to many late night conversations under the stars or on the floor of his bedroom, which eventually lead to your first kiss<3

♡-Whenever the emotions get to heavy to carry, just being around you overflows him with enough love to drown all these negative feelings out. Truly your presence alone is enough to soothe him and vice versa

♡-Yuuji is only one call away. If you need him he will be there as fast as he can

♡-It’s difficult being a sensitive person in such a cruel world, but as long as you and yuuji have eachother, you know you can survive it.

Megumi

♡-He's quite soft-spoken which is great! His voice is calming and when he's letting those sickeningly sweet words of love and adoration for you fall from his lips, you're basically melting into a little puddle. But, when he's just talking normally, his voice doesn't carry a lot of emotion and neither does his expression. So it is pretty easy, especially for you, to start assuming he's annoyed or bored which with your heightened sensitivity isn’t great and it shoots you into a heavy spiral of overthinking that maybe you have upset him in some way which eventually leads you to  distance yourself

♡-STOP IT

♡-He recharges on YOU. One hour spent with Gojo or Yuuji drains him of his brain cells and energy and the only cure is you. So when you start avoiding him, distancing yourself from him, And he's not receiving his daily kisses and cuddles that he very much needs, the expressions and emotion in his voice become even more sour.

♡-He won’t let it go for long though, megumi is nothing short of persistent. He will give you puppy eyes. Please let him in

♡-And after you do open up to him, expect to be showered in precious little kisses all over your face along with soft whispers thanking you for letting him in and trusting him with this.

♡- Even if he does sound annoyed or he’s feeling a little irritated, you will never be the cause of it.

♡-As much as he tries he can’t really help his expressions and voicetone, BUT he’ll become a lot more physically affectionate to let you know, everything is okay. Even if he is actually annoyed or mad it's not directed towards you. Its towards Gojo ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

[princessofmerchants]

Cassian dreaming of Gwydion and foreshadowing Ataraxia and his own HEA 😭🙌🏻

[Cassian observing Ataraxia on Rhys's desk]

"The great sword's hilt was a simple cross guard, the pommel a rounded bit of metal.

Gwydion, the last of the magic swords, had been dark as night and as beautiful.

How many games had Cassian played as a child with Rhys and Azriel, where a long stick had been a stand-in for Gwydion? How many adventures had they imagined, sharing that mythical sword between them, as they slew wyrms and rescued damsels?

Never mind that Rhys's particular damsel had slain a wyrm herself and rescued him instead."

—ACOSF, ch. 42

My absolute favorite HOFAS spoiler after the break as I lose my mind over this moment in ACOSF after having read HOFAS 🥹

I am screaming at how this moment is in ACOSF, Nessian's book — then cut to HOFAS where Cassian's badass mate Nesta slays a damned wyrm with the same magical sword he's looking at here (which she herself Made by the way 💁🏼‍♀️), the same one that makes him think of Gwydion, which in fact is in his very same mate's possession by the end of HOFAS 😭🙌🏻‼️

All the times I read this before HOFAS, there was always something kind of bittersweet and sad about the way Cass's train of thought here ends on Rhys and Feyre and how badass his High Lady is, and how grateful Cass clearly is for the way she saves his brother by loving him...

I always assumed SJM was partly leaning into the fairytale trope of dragon slaying by looking back to that very first book in the series where she brought the Middengard Wyrm onto the page and used it to further characterize her main heroine at the time, Feyre.

Little did we know SJM, with this moment in ACOSF, was also pointing to the future and, for Cassian in particular, creating an echo simultaneously forward and back in time to when his own mate would go on to not only slay the same kind of wyrm, but would do it wielding the immense power of the very same new magical sword, Ataraxia, on the table before him — and only because he loves her and trains her to wield it 😭🙌🏻

Cass is filled with such longing in this moment. I'm floored in the most amazing SJM-induced way that this longing ABSOLUTELY gets fulfilled.

And again, in past readings of ACOSF that fulfillment was legible in part by how at the end of ACOSF Nes finally claims Cass as her mate then literally saves him when she erupts and Un-Makes Briallyn, in whose thrall he is trapped. That was always amazing enough, a beautiful HEA in its own right.........

BUT TO THIS CASS OF ACOSF CH. 42 I SAY: YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF THE RICHES OF DREAMS FULFILLED YOUR HAPPILY EVERY AFTER WITH NESTA HAS IN STORE 😭 JUST YOU WAIT MY DUDE

(Can you even imagine how Cassian must have felt, what his reaction was when Nesta came home after her adventures with Bryce in the tunnels under Prythian, and he learned what Nesta did to that wyrm with Ataraxia? He must have melted into a mated puddle of goo to the tune of "That's my fucking mate, y'all!" 🥹)

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Good morning, Tori! How have you been, dear? This event idea is so creative, I love that brain of yours!

If you're up for writing a little chaotic something for me, could I request a (platonic) League of Villains (BNHA) + reader with prompt #777?

one of us

league of villains x gn! reader

|| cw : DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT, near-death experience, light mentions of violence

» manager's note: am i actually liking this fic? damn- i must have gotten better- or my standards have lowered- anywaysss, i'd like to say happy pride month to everybody 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 i hope my people in the lgbtqia+ community is having a lovely time celebrating, with that said enjoy the fic <33

"how much longer do they need..." eyes rolled across from the illuminated dance floor towards your bubbling booze. fingers found their way into your hair, gripping and grasping at a chunk of it before pulling at it by the scalp. dabi huffed a laugh of amusement, nonchalantly clinking his glass with yours in an effort to draw your attention towards him.

"you can always.. i don't know, leave?" stitched hand directed your eyes towards the barely visible exit underneath mountains of people. you growled lowly in response, stuffing your head back into the confines of your bare arms, groaning. how did you know that being selected as the group 'undercover' was so mundane, let alone needing to deal with the ass-hat sat just next to you?

seconds turned to minutes, then hours, it felt like literal days had gone by; yet, no signs of shigaraki or the others. you could feel your soul drifting apart from your body --- could it be from the mass amount of booze you had chugged, maybe.. you really couldn't tell. eyes lingered to your side, pupils eyeing the flashing blue flame sparking from your partner's fingertips; it danced and flowed, jumping from tip to tip.

"i get why i'm here, doing this.. but why are YOU here?"

lips slightly ajar, puffing out a light gust of air, blowing at the flicking flare; leaving ashy grey smoke to take its place. "mm, i don't really know.. i don't call the shots," you stared back at him, unimpressed but weren't expect much from a guy you've only just meet weeks before.

october 9th — the day you stumbled into a fate you could never imagine yourself in. legs wobbled, your hands were uneasy; gripping at bricks as you tried to hold yourself together, frame leaning against the wall just beside you. brain in a total mess, nearing the condition of a melted puddle; yet, the clutch against your burning chest was steady, arm still held close the glorious jewel.

"cOUGH- coughcough..." knees lost their strength as you fell on all fours, crimson leaking from your lips and finding its way onto the concrete pavement. ears ringing, barely hearing the clinking of the crystal-like piece rolling across the alley before suddenly stopping. you raised your head; eyes, a blur, only managing to catch glimpses of saturated baby blue before... darkness swallowed you whole.

"ugh....."

"it seems our guest is waking up~"

"what fast recovery.."

"oh-oh! i can't wait to play with them!"

"shut it, all of you..."

noise, noise everywhere... god, how annoying... lashes fluttered, shutting again from the sudden flash of golden rays before readjusting your focus. as each of your senses slowly returned, the warmth just by your feet had caught your attention; white mask covered in black markings stared back, their bright orange button up paired with an elongated top hat having you draw nothing but blanks.

"hello there," gloved hand waved, their mask seemingly twisting into a grin. you gulped, mouth slightly opening to speak till a strong bang struck the sides of the leather couch.

"ahh~ you're cute; shiggy, can we keep 'em?? pretty pleaseee!!" a girl, no younger than a highschool student, had gripped at your arm; blonde locks swaying along with her as she bobbled with joy, her smile barely fitting her face.

"where.. am i; and.. who are you people...-" you shook off the wander girl's wander hands, slowly pulling yourself up but stopping when a piercing sting within your chest made you choke.

"I won't move if I were you..." a man, or what looked to be a man, dressed in formal overalls. his face indistinguishable, head covered in mist of blackish-purple with eyes glowing a bright golden. what could was his hand, reached forward, steadying you by your shoulders as he laid you down on the bed once again.

"we are the league of villians... we had brought you here, or should i say, our leader had brought you here as he deemed you as worthy of joining us." he shifted to his side, revealing the familiar saturated baby blue hair over black clothing. he turned, face unwrapped with a sculpture of a hand, within the gaps of the fingers, crimson pupils stared on from the shadows.

"what do you mean.."

"we've heard of you, Y/N.. a vigilant who helps those, too weak and helpless."

"but they took you for granted, they shook you to the side and disregarded you as just another citizen desperate for the limelight!"

"...we want to help you take revenge.."

eyes rolled, upwards, taking at the looming familiar blue-haired figure, just close enough to notice scars of nails digging into the pale boy's flesh, the dry-ness of it all. despite his size and posture, an eerie aura radiated from him, you didn't know what, but it sickened you.. you felt like throwing up...

"and why should I trust you.."

"...do you have anyone else who's willing to help you right now?"

no.

there was no one else.

your parents, sunning you to the side, faces in disgust...

your friends, blocking you, some even writing discriminating comments on your posts...

the people in your college, cackling like the witches they were, pointing fingers and laughing at your misery every where you went...

you truly had no one.

no one but yourself...

"earth to rookie...-"

"aRK-" you jumped from your seat, barely managing to catch yourself. eyes flared with malice as your hand went straight at dabi's cheek, who in turn, caught it with ease. "don't scare me like that-" in response, he grinned, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to return back to his cocktail till...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"oh.. looks like they're 'just on time'.."

"fUCKING FINALLY-"

"someone's excited.. "

"duh- who wouldn't be- anyways, ready, partner..?"

"... pftt, ready as i'll ever be, partner.. " eyes of fiery blue set ablaze as scarred hands swept the dance floor within their flames. the heat travelled fast, gasping at its first victim within seconds, leaving nothing but the echoing screams of sheer terror. you joined suit with a lingering smirk, hands raising allowing the silver utensils from the drawers to be sent out flying, some grazed the flesh of its victims and other fell to the ground groaning in agony.

students ran in pure chaos, some even resorted to banging on the windows to escape their hellish damnation. one stumbled towards a girl in red, blood pooling over their lips, begging for help as their hands trailed her skin; yet, all they received was a chuckle as her body melted like clay in their hand, but before their could even react, a knife from behind lodged itself into their head.

"...took you all long enough,"

"well, brother shiggy had some stuff to handle~ you can't really blame him.." toga giggled in return as she twirled, her blade purposefully finding another victim to gash.

"toga's right! nO- she's not!" twice followed.

"where is his dry-ass anyw—" your words cut shorter than the sudden silence in the room. eyes flashed in shock as the once rampaging crowd stilled like statues, all that was meat and bones turned to cracked cement before slowly crumbling away leaving nothing but ash and dust.

"it looks like i might have ruined your fun..." steps of his leather boots rang through the halls, as the familiarity of blue stepped out of the shadows.

"...well, the work is done... but i would have wished it lasted a bit longer-" you shrugged, hiding your frown behind strands of hair.

"the nights not over yettt, right brother shiggy?"

"...mm"

[anormalweirdo]

Alright yall imagine this with me

Part two

You’re a YouTuber with a somewhat popular following of around 35k. Considering how close you are with the fans you have they are fully aware of your major crush on the popular guitarist Yuji Itdadori. Something about that pink haired man just had you in a chokehold real bad. The things you wanted to do to him just for him to not notice you at all was absolutely insane😫. On a serious note you decided to challenge your fans to see how willing they are to embarrass you on your social media. “Hey you guys I’ve noticed how close we are to 50k and I thank you all so much and I love you all. I’ve decided to create a little challenge for you guys to spice things up. If we can get to 50k by the end of the year I'll personally contact my favorite YouTuber, which y'all should know who that is by now and I'll try to see if he'll be willing to Collab with me." You continue on with your video and call it a night thinking nothing of it.

You wake up around 2pm and get ready for your day. Washing your face, brushing your teeth, fixing up your hair and all of that good stuff. You set your mind to ordering food rather than making anything, especially considering the fact that you have videos you need to edit. "Alright y/n let's get this shit started so we don't have to do anything later". You sit on he couch with your laptop in hand and quickly get to work. Around 15 minutes go by and you hear a knock at your door. "Ouuu that's my food!" You say while hopping out of your couch. You rush to the door and open it. You see a boy who looks no order than 18 who has your bag of food. You see the boys face go from completely uninterested to wide eyed with his jaw literally touching the floor. "You're Y/N! Like the YouTuber" he says excitedly. "Oh yea wassup" "I'm such a big fan! Can I have a picture?!" The excited boy said quickly. "I don't look the best right now but I'll let ya slide since you brought me food" you say. You take your picture with him and he gives you your food. You rush back to your couch to continue your editing while you eat your food

...

You post your video and soon after begin your nighty routine and soon hope into your bed. You're scrolling through Instagram when you see him. Yuji Itadori. Something about him makes you melt into a big ass puddle of water. All of those tattoos covering his arms. Ouuu those arms, those big juicy arms. He's just all around sexy and many others can definitely agree. He's a big YouTuber with around 500k subscribers easy. You wonder how you could even get someone like him to notice you. You chose to ignore all those thoughts for now and go to sleep. You feel your eyes become heavy as you lay your head on your pillow and almost fall asleep immediately.

You wake up to a few notifications on your phone. A couple of likes on your new video and some tweets. You yawn and get up to do your morning routine. Once done you sit on bed you look at your phone. 'maybe my video will blow up if I post it on TikTok' you thought. Thinking nothing of it you decide to post some clips of your video to TikTok to see if you can at least reach your goal. Now don't get me wrong you knew there was a possibility your goal could have been met but trying to get the Yuji Itadori to Collab with you was gonna be hard as hell. Especially considering the fact he has over 500k subscribers. 500k!!!! You're not even at 100k, but you made a promise to your fans. You chose to ignore it for the night and went to bed.

Over the next few weeks your Tiktoks as well as your YouTube video have been blowing up like crazy. You already passed your goal of 50k completely, reaching around 100 thousand new subscribers. You kept your part of the deal and texted Itadori a few weeks ago but have yet to have a response by the pink haired man. "I don't know you guys I already contacted him on his social media and his email. Maybe he just don't wanna Collab or something" you say into the camera as you attempt to bake a cake for your channel. You wanted to celebrate hitting a milestone of 150k but there was one problem.....you couldn't cook for shit nor could you bake. But that didn't stop you're hussle to try...plus you're fans voted for you to do it. "Alright y'all I'm done with this damn mixing now I'm finna put this shit into the oven. Let's hope and pray I don't burn it" you say jokingly. You pause your camera and sit on a chair near your table when you heard a ding on your phone. Thinking nothing of it you open you phone and began to read the notification. Your eyes widen as you continue reading. "Dear Ms. Y/N, sorry if you're receiving this email unexpectedly. Sorry I'm just not responding to you're email you sent me. I wasn't aware of any emails being sent to me considering the can't my management team is responsible for all emails and calls I have. If you're still willing to Collab with me I'll be happy to make something work so we can make some videos together. After all you made a promise to you're fans lol. If you still want to Collab please respond to my email whenever but I might not respond quickly because of my schedule. I hope I wasn't too late with my response, if I wasn't please email me back or text me on my socials. Sincerely, Yuji~.

You stare at the email in shock and quickly begin to write an email back, telling him whenever you're free. Youre so in shock that you don't even think to take you're cake out or even check on it. That is until you hear your smoke detector go off. "Oh shit my cake" you say as you jump out of your chair.

...

Hey you guys I was wondering if I should make this just a oneshot or if I should continue this and make it into a series. If I don't make it into a series it'll definitely be my first one. I was also wondering what should I make Itadori's channel about. Should it be cooking, sports, music or gaming. I have absolutely no clue about these topics so I'll just make a poll about both of them and the most votes wins.!

[subskz]

I'm actually gna explode into a million heart shaped confetti like HELLOOOOOOO

MY BABYYYYYY😭😭😭😭 FEFEEEEEEEEE🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🫂🫂🫂🫂🩷🫂🩷🫂🩷🫂🩷🫂🩷🫂🩷🫂🩷🫂🩷🫂🩷🫂🩷🫶🏻🩷🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🩷🫂🩷🩷🫶🏻🩷🫶🏻🩷🫂🩷🫶🏻🫂🫶🏻🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫶🏻 he's so precious..... clutching my chest my heart, sinking to the floor and melting into a puddle of love. . my heart feels goey and my knees are weak.... MY FEFEEEE😭🫂🩷🫶🏻

giving him 3 million billion trillion kissies AND THEN SOME

i hope lixie knows he’s the luckiest boy in the world to have u so soft for him 😽

the way the flower bouquets are like 3/4 his size is gonna make me burst into hysterics he’s quite literally a ball of sunshine peeking out behind them 😭 this pic has the healing powers of an entire apothacary

[waitingforthesunrise]

ari just so you know

i don't think i'm all that great at sappy stuff but you 100% deserve it so here goes

how are you so amazing? actually scratch that, why are you so amazing? you just. choose to be like that? how and why are very different questions and if i'm being honest, the why is more interesting. you have the option to be closed off. to not be so nice to everyone. i wouldn't blame you if you were. i don't think you would be rude, but it's rare that i come across a person who, for lack of a better-put way to describe it, just radiates kindness and hope. like you. hope is also an interesting word. do you remember that post? i don't know it word for word but it goes something like "hope has blood on her face and tears in her eyes. hope is a fighter" and that makes me happy. because just like how you choose to be kind and funny and lovely, you've somehow helped me choose to have a lot more hope. i don't know much about who i am but i always thought i was pretty pessimistic and nihilistic. you know what? i think i was just sad. i'm still sad but. i used to think of being optimistic, of having hope and faith, as a bad thing. a weak thing. it's different now because i met you! you're happy and hopeful, and i also know for a fact that you aren't weak or naive. that kind of rewired my brain a bit? if someone as wonderful as you is so hopeful, maybe it isn't bad. maybe if i was more like you i could make someone else feel what i feel when i'm talking to you. i would love that. you're my role model, ari. who i wanna be when i grow up.

just. you're full of light. oh my god your url doesn't do you justice. you ARE the sunrise. and i love you. and when i'm talking to you, just a bit of all my fears and worries and anxieties are lifted off my shoulders. i don't know how you do it. i think if everyone was more like you, we'd all be having a much better time.

hmmmmm. your pfp is exactly your vibe. you told me your favourite colour is the colours the grass is when there's sun shining on it and i think that was the moment i stopped and thought for a second. i'd never thought of describing colours like moments. you make me feel sentimental. i think that reminded me that i'm a mosaic of everyone i have ever loved. i like baking because it reminds me of the time my best friend and i tried to bake cookies but i accidentally put a cup of salt instead of sugar and we only found out when after an hour or so of hard work we tasted the cookies and she spat them out immediately. we laughed SO HARD and she still brings it up. the first real book i ever read was gifted to me by my dad. it was the graveyard book by neil gaiman and not only did it spark my love for reading and my affinity for neil gaiman, every single time i start a new book i remember my eight year old self bragging to my friends about reading 300 whole pages. the first time i went ice skating was on a school field trip when i was ten. i fell and my lovely fourth grade teacher helped me up. i still talk to her sometimes, she was so wonderful. the stranger who complimented my outfit. the old woman who talked to me about books on the train. the bookshop worker who i talked to about good omens for hours. they were so happy to find someone who loved it as much as they did.

i love you!!!! oh and ari? why are you so amazing?

(could u please answer this publicly? thanks love <3)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *goes on screaming into oblivion because i can't coherantly verbalize how much i love you* *frantically tries to take deep breaths so i can talk* *melts into a puddle on the floor sobbing* okay okay i'm going to try to reply to this like a coherent human being.

HOPE IS A FIGHTER that's literally one of my favorite quotes ever. in a way, i think everything i do is somehow related to hope. it's waiting for the sunrise, yk? it's trusting that something good is coming even if you can't see it, that there's light on the other side of the earth, that love can be invisible but never absent. i truly believe from the bottom of my heart that real love is rebellion and hope is grit and wonder is strength. we live in a world trying to kill our sense of curiousity and joy. OF COURSE we'd be told that it's weak. OF COURSE we'd be told it's useless. and yet. i believe that to see the love everywhere we look...that is true strength.

to try and answer the 'how and why' i rlly couldn't not talk about my faith. and also pain. i'd like to tell this story without the pain, yk? i'd like to tell it clean, but i can't. (as richard siken says: I'd like to tell you this story without having to be in it.)

I identify as Christian. and I know I'm the ' wrong kind of christian' for a lot of people. I'm queer, and I believe in queer marriage. I own crystals, I meditate, and I have an altar (that doesn't have any crucifixes etc etc on it). I could talk a LOT more about this, but that isn't really the story rn. the point is, i look at the BIble and I see this huge overarching story about love and grace and hope getting bogged down by mostly silly questions. there's a verse that says with the measure you use, it will be measured for you, and that really has come to define so much for me. with the measure i use. with the measure i see the world. how am I supposed to look around and point fingers when I have been the person on the other end? how am I supposed to expect love if i do not give it?

and the pain, dammit. I've been the person in pain and i haven't handled it well. who am I to point fingers at the cashier who snapped at me in the grocery store? God knows I still regret the anger I've bled after sleepless nights. who am I to look at someone struggling with mental health, addiction, literally anything, and think myself better, smarter?? i am not better or smarter. i just had lifelines that were given to me by the grace of God.

there's more verses. there is no fear in love, for perfect love drives out fear...Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends....Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love...there's the greatest commandments: "love the lord your god with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind. and the second is like it: love your neighbor as yourself.'

but really, for me, it all comes down to the verse 'we love because he first loved us.' i am shown love. i am showered in love every damn day. i am loved in sunsets and stars and depression showers and fresh breezes and the smile of a stranger on the train. i am loved in pain when I have nothing but curses, I am loved in strength when I had none of my own, I am loved in hope when I had none to give. I can love because I am eternally adored. the only love and peace I can offer is what has already been given to me. and christianity -- to me -- is a religion which in its truest form is about the intersection between love and pain. God looking at his people and saying I love you so much I'm willing to die, I'm willing to bleed, I'm willing to go through every torment to save you from a little pain. I'm willing to die to be near you. how can i walk away from that and NOT be a little kinder??

so no. I couldn't tell this story without the pain. I couldn't be who i am without a long list of mental illnesses and that spicy lil chronic illness. i'm not sure if i could tell my story the same way without it. would i still run out to watch the sunrise if I hadn't felt the burn of the long nights? maybe we love life a little better when we've fought to have it. maybe my joy means more when I fought tooth and nail to take it back.

there's a writer i absolutely adore, anais nin. and she wrote during world war two about the 'rebellion of love' and simply yes. she wrote, "I have a kind of courage which you do not understand. I am far from being blind or indifferent, but I will not indulge in passive, impotent despair. I will not add to the despair of the world. I am working on counterpoisons.' she would go on to say that her 'counterpoisons' are 'a small but loving world, cells of devotion, care, work, to fight the madness of this world.' she would say that the only way to face true love and joy was to go straight through and out the other side -- that it was impossible to fully treasure a sunrise unless you battled a night for it. she said "the secret of joy is the mastery of pain." you cannot have one without the other.

and God. i am SAD. i am sad SO MUCH. joy doesn't mean you've beat the pain. it doesn't mean you've won, it means you're fighting. it means you hold your sadness by the hand and kiss their cheek and say come inside, let's eat some soup. you are not unloved by me.

and yes yes yes yes YES you are so right. we are accumaltions of the things we have loved, the way we have loved. it all comes back to love, for me. what we're given. what we show. i do think the universe is a story about love. i think each of us is a story about love. i think we're poems and songs and paintings in human form, and I have bled to write mine, and who the fuck am I to look at another bleeding person and hate what I see? Bradley Trumpfheller said lord, we owe the world such tenderness and yes. yes. this is a tender and a bloody world. this is a kind and a feral world. but the loves goes out and returns and we are never, ever alone.

I know who i am. I am beloved. and what greater joy than to pass that to another?

[ecoamerica]

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[bunnyreaper]

heyyyyyyy slayyyyy it’s shroom :3

babes i think it’s time you hear what my wrinkly brain has to say about ghost x reader x price.

liiiiiiiiike i would be lying if i said i wasn’t in the kitchen cooking my heart away. in my opinion this concept is a bit excellent.

let’s get into the freaky nasty of it all shall we babessss?? <333

side note if u see this pop up on a blog somewhere, yes it’s be babes, it is me <//3

sauuurrr i’m caught between two extremes, 1 where they’re so sweet to you, so disgustingly sweet. i’m talking constant praise, body worship, and pretty petnames. TOOTH-ROTTING sweetness from the two of them.

their sweet little sergeant prancing around all pretty, all eyes on her, and well of course she has her two favourite~ superiors wrapped around her finger. a fateful meeting in captain’s office turned something so so much more really proving it to her.

like i just know they would have their hands all over her. just non stop contact that it’s almost overwhelming. sweet praise in 2 deep voices into either ear at any given moment. mhmmm yumm. i just know every chance he gets, price calls you his “sweet girl” and ghost calls you “lovie”.

lmk whatcha think babessss and i’ll send extreme 2 in a diff ask <33

-🍄

I'm melting I'm literally a tiny puddle of bunny on the floor please some rescue me. Thank you for this delicious fluffy meal <3

Now I'm scared extreme 2 is super angsty, but BRING IT ON!!!!

[zaachknight]

anjon otd

JON. WRITES. ANGEL. LOVE. LETTERS.

he used to write them even before they got together because he feels like writing down his feelings is better than bottling them up in his head. he also writes angel poems.

the letters and poems can range from cheeky and sappy to the most heart wrenching shit u've ever heard

angel melts when he reads them. literally turns into a puddle on the floor. this is how they got together

this is so canon and I'm right tell me I'm right

[zhongrin]

“So… if I’m not mistaken, your weak spot should be right about… here.” Hot breath washed down the right side of your neck, causing it to tingle in delight as you felt lips brushing against your skin.

“H-Haitham!” You yelp, it comes out as a half-whine half-moan, your shoulders instinctively jerking up again at the sensation “How do you e-even…?” You murmur embarrassed.

You feel the silver-haired man’s lips smirk against your skin before he pulls back, staring at you with those gorgeous dual colored verdant and red eyes. “It’s not that hard to figure out once you see those love bites you try to cover so much.” He answers teasingly, hands sliding down your sides, warming your skin free from any clothes and stopping to rest at your hips, nestled around the soft fabrics. “Speaking of which…” His smirk broadens.

Next thing you know a pair of arms circle your waist from behind as long soft strands of dark hair tipped amber tickle at your back and shoulder. Zhongli drags his teeth along your neck and bites down softly, causing you to gasp and whine, left hand shooting up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You blush considerably, feeling the touch of both men, eyes half-lidded as you lean back on the ex-archon’s lap, right arm circling around Al-Haitham’s neck and pulling him closer too.

Ah this was going to be a wonderfully crazy night...

Happy bday Meirin ;3c

i'm. i need to. i. oh. my. oh. god. archons. christ. i.

system malfunctioning. initiating system restart.

please i need to be sandwiched between these two so bad. i have a feral need. i have a need. i need. i.

system malfunctioning. initiating system restart x2

crys pleek you can't do this to me this is so hsdlfjslkdjflkjskldjfklsjdkljfklsjdlkflkjlksdlfjklsjdkf waugh *head in hands* *melts into puddle on the floor* *screams and kicks my feet* I AM LITERALLY BLUSHING YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS FLUSTERED ME I'M HSLKFJSKLDJFLSD AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

system malfunctioning. initiating system restart x3

can i pay you to continue this bc holy f uc k *feral mutt noises*

*inhales*

*exhales*

ahem.

anyway.

let's pretend that breakdown didn't happen shall we? :)

tysm for this lovely present my sister wife crys <3 ily and here's to a year of zhongli simping and degeneracy mwah mwah /p <3

[hermannsthumb]

Hello! My dumb autistic ass decided to go into ~autistic burnout~ right before finals so I missed an entire final and I'm looking forward to a month of intensive therapy to see if I can even go back to college. If you could write a winter prompt for our favorite dumb scientists I would be so friggin happy! Maybe 25 or 35?

25. i love snow days because it means that you trek across town to hang out with me and watch movies on the couch except this time you demand to know who i’m crushing on and i don’t know how to say you

from winter prompts here

filling this one a little (ie...four years....) late because it got lost in the depths of my inbox. imagining this set post-movie in the weird realm of 'are we dating???' because it's stupidly fun to write

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They're well-practiced enough in their traditions at this point that Newton knows to hang his coat on the door hooks rather than simply flinging it into the ether (only to complain when he cannot find it later), but the same cannot be said, unfortunately, of his treatment of his boots, which are filthy on the best of days and positively caked with snow now, and which are currently tracking all manner of puddles and mud across Hermann's poor front hallway. Fortunately Hermann is well-practiced enough in this as well to know to seize Newton by the back of his t-shirt before he can make it remotely in the direction of the small sitting room—and, of course, to keep a stash of old hand towels in the hall closet for faster mopping-up. "I bought a shoe rack," Hermann gripes, as Newton grins at him sheepishly, "specifically for you. Your very own shoe rack, Newton."

Newton ducks over to tug at his sodden bootlaces, and melted snow drips from his hair and pools on the scuffed hardwood floor. Hermann grits his teeth. "Sorry, sorry, I know," Newton says. He gets one boot off and tosses it in the direction of the shoe rack, which, Hermann will give Newton credit, is more than he expected of his friend. "I forgot. I was excited. Oooops. You wanna toss dinner in the microwave or something while I clean this up? It's definitely, like, frozen by now."

Hermann delicately picks up the bag of takeaway (one of Newton's myriad of tote bags, and likewise dripping melted snow everywhere) that Newton hung on the doorknob and nods. It was Newton's turn to pick the restaurant this time, which means it is likely Taco Bell and whatever bottle of wine he could dig up from his small kitchen pantry. Hermann cannot imagine the food will reheat well. "I hope your walk wasn't too unpleasant," he says. He peeks into the bag as he navigates around Newton and into his kitchen and is pleasantly surprised to find that Newton has actually stopped off at a rather nice noodle place they've frequented together before. It's one of Hermann's favorites. He smiles to himself, only because he's certain that Newton will not be able to see it, and puts the cardboard takeout container directly in the microwave.

"Nah," Newton calls. "I mean, it totally was, but it was worth it."

His sock-cushioned footsteps echo into place behind Hermann just as their dinner finishes, and he begins making himself at home in the kitchen, pulling out plates and cutlery from Hermann's cupboards and laying everything out on the counter. "Worth it," he repeats, and then continues pointedly, "but, uh, kinda unnecessary. And more expensive. Twice as expensive, literally. You know I have an extra bedroom, dude."

Hermann divides the food into two portions between the plates in silence. "Yes, so do I," he says, mildly. "The second one made for a marvelous office. You ought to try that."

Newton sighs. "Right," he says. "Where's your corkscrew?"

The only couch Hermann has in his sitting room is second-hand, left by the previous renters who undoubtedly did not feel up to the task of fitting it back through the somewhat narrow front door. It's a loveseat, which at the time Hermann did not mind, and indeed felt rather nostalgic about: it reminded him of the old, ragged one he and Newton had carted into the k-science laboratory over a decade ago and the nights they'd spent dozing at each other's sides (all pretenses of animosity gone) when the work became simply too much to bear. Anyway, it wasn't as if he was expecting to host a revolving door of guests. Only Newton. Unfortunately it also means he's got nowhere to hide when Newton is cross with him about something, and the lingering air of tension between them shrinks from the whole of Hermann's kitchen to a mere two inches as they crowd in next to each other, avoiding eye contact and hugging the overstuffed arms as tightly as they can. "You could buy another chair, you know," Newton finally says. "Now that we're actually getting, like, paid. Enough for two more chairs. Three more chairs."

"What would I do with three chairs?" Hermann says.

"Sit in them?" Newton says. "I don't know, what do people normally do with chairs?"

"I like this one just fine," Hermann says. "Besides, you're the only one I ever have round. Seems a bit pointless. And a waste of space, really."

Newton glances at him curiously, then reaches for the remote control far too casually for Hermann's liking. He flips through a few streaming services and cable channels before settling on a bland-looking romantic comedy and turning the volume down so low it's practically inaudible. "Sooooo," he says. "I'm guessing that your date last week didn't go well, then?"

Hermann stifles a small groan. Date is not precisely the word he would have chosen, though he supposes for all intents and purposes he had, in fact, gone on a date last week. He had been attracted to the man, a fellow he'd met at a bar when he and Newton had gone out for drinks to celebrate the end of the semester earlier that December, and who had been bold enough to ask for Hermann's mobile number in front of both his own friends and Newton, which Hermann had thought was rather dashing at the time. They had met up last Friday. It was evening, as Hermann thought most proper dates were. They had eaten dinner. He had said all sorts of complimentary things to Hermann and had accepted Hermann's invitation back to his flat for tea (the first excuse that came to Hermann's mind) without any hesitation. It all went a bit downhill when they began kissing and that sort of business, and Hermann came to the terrible realization that he had only given out his mobile number for the express purpose of making Newton jealous. "Er," Hermann says. "N-not precisely. He was a perfect gentleman, it was—my fault, I suppose."

("I'm very sorry," he said, "but I've been in love with my colleague for quite some time, and I don't think I'm being very fair to you.")

There's a flash of something like relief behind Newton's eyes, and he smiles far too smugly for Hermann's liking. At least he doesn't push for more details. "Awww," he says. "Sorry."

"Oh, be quiet," Hermann snorts.

"You're out of his league anyway," Newton says. He flings an arm around Hermann's shoulders and tucks Hermann in against him. On the television screen, the two romantic leads make eyes at each other in the snow. "Any other hot dates lined up? What about that guy in the chem department, with the motorcycle? The one we met at that stupid barbecue? You totally thought he was sexy. I could scope out the situation. Wingman you. Was it the motorcycle that did it for you, or...?"

Hermann clears his throat. "He's our colleague," he says, and feels himself blush at the grin Newton sends his way. "It would be—vastly inappropriate."

Newton rubs absently at Hermann's shoulder, as if working out a knot that Hermann himself was unaware of. It feels damned good, actually, Hermann doesn't mind it in the slightest. "No one else, then?"

Of course there is, you fool, Hermann thinks. Newton must know; Newton simply must know. His body is warm, and he smells nice, like his deodorant. Hermann would like very much to rest his head upon Newton's shoulder and fall asleep. Or, perhaps—if Newton was amenable—if Hermann could but gather up the courage— He wonders what kissing Newton would feel like, what his lips would feel like. He often wonders things like this. He wonders what would have happened if he had accepted Newton's offer of the spare bedroom in his—their, really, Hermann supposes it would have become—flat in the first place rather than pitching a fit and insisting on letting his own, or what would happen if he would simply admit to himself the spare bedroom in his own flat was subconsciously intended for Newton all along as well. Perhaps—after some time—they might fall into new routines, and they wouldn't need separate rooms at all, and Hermann might—well, it's silly to think about things that might never be.

He does not fear Newton's rejection, but rather the opposite. (Hermann made a career out of predicting disaster, after all, and it's very hard to shut that part of his brain off.) The fallout of it all if everything inevitably goes wrong. He can handle his tragic, unrequited romance, but requited... Newton is his oldest and dearest friend. And, er, rival, he supposes. He's not sure what he would do without him. "No," he says. "Or—yes, I suppose. There is. Only I'm not sure if it would work out."

"Welllll," Newton says, dragging out the word far too slowly, and he nudges the side of Hermann's head with his hand until Hermann (unable to help himself, or his smile) relents and rests it on Newton's shoulder. Newton threads the fingers of his other hand with Hermann's. "If you ever change your mind, Hermann, I'm sure he would be interested. Whenever you're ready. Just say the word."

"I'll bear that in mind," Hermann says.