#its kinda a hot mental image

[sttoru]

𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄

⟣ sypnosis. everyone has their own fetishes and things they get turned on by; some things being very random or specific—naturally, your lover has his own. what are random / mundane things you do that he gets turned on by?

⟣ note. uhh kinda a thought i had back in the days of my old account + from this post & now i just wrote it out . . . hope you all enjoy. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

⟣ tags. dom!gojo, geto, toji x female reader (separately). headcanons + drabbles. smut. (over)sexualisation. gojo: m! masturbation, implied blow job, dirty talk, reader gets called ‘baby, princess’, teasing | geto: teasing / edging, dirty talk, breast play, dry humping, implied breeding, degradation if you squint, reader gets referred to as ‘wife(y)’ | toji: brat taming, pussy spanking, cunnilingus, teasing, dirty talk, reader gets called ‘doll, slut,’

GOJO SATORU.

definitely the classical ‘sucking on a lollipop’. satoru himself doesn’t even know why he gets so turned on by the sight of the candy disappearing between your plump lips—it’s not that he likes it when just anybody’s enjoying a lollipop either—only when you do it, it’s a complete turn-on. it’s ridiculous that you have that much power over him honestly.

since satoru’s been dating you, he’s discovered so many things about his body that he never even knew of; new feelings, new emotions, new. . kinks and fetishes. there’s just something about you eating a lollipop (or actually any kind of food that you need to suck on) and he’s already having a difficult time hiding his hard-on. he swears that he’s never found that innocent thing ‘hot’ before;

will try to play it off—try to ignore it, but naturally, fails at this. you can easily see the changes in his expression and actions.

satoru shifts in his seat on the couch, eyes trembling as they didn’t know where to focus; the show playing on the tv or you, who’s next to him, suckling on a lollipop like it was the best meal you’ve eaten.

“is it good, princess?” satoru asks in hopes of distracting his perverted mind from going any further. you turn your head towards him and nod, taking the candy out of your mouth with a faint ‘pop’ sound, “mhm. very.”

it’s like you knew — the way your eyelashes flutter, your glistening lips parted into a sly smile, tongue sticking out to slowly lick the sweetness and circle around its surface to get every last drop of that strawberry taste. just like the way you would tease his tip—

satoru shakes his head as if it’d help erase the mental image of you on your knees between his legs; get yourself together. she’s just eating a lollipop. there’s nothing sexual to that.

but he can’t help it. his body reacts on its own as the blood flows to his crotch, his boxers restrain the growing bulge and his cheeks turn a pink hue. his breathing pattern turns irregular as well; all clear indications of his arousal.

you were too preoccupied with your little snack and the tv-show to notice any of it. the distraction was perfect for satoru—he could palm himself through his shorts and you wouldn’t notice a thing. so, that’s what he decided to do.

his big hand sneak under the waistband, long fingers reaching far enough to stimulate his throbbing cock through the fabric of his underwear. it wasn’t long before you start to notice what was happening down there. satoru was never good at hiding such things from you.

“shit—sorry, baby.” satoru flashes you a weak smile after seeing your eyes land near his groin area, “you’re just so fuckin’ hot. . i couldn’t wait.”

he tilts his head back, warm breath coming out in small gasps whilst his hand motions continue. satoru was shameless at this point. he didn’t care if you knew—all you had to do was sit there, look pretty, have a lollipop in your warm mouth and he’d be able to finish himself off with no problems.

“need some help?” you chuckle, biting down on the ball of candy in your mouth and throwing the empty stick away somewhere on the coffee table.

satoru lets a whimper escape his lips at your suggestion. he wouldn’t say no to that, but it truly felt like he’d cum right in his pants from the idea. he can’t wait to hear those wet, suckling noises again—this time due to you sucking and licking something else than a mere lollipop. something way bigger.

“mhm, fuck, yeah. need ya to suck me off so bad—might cum the moment i feel those lips wrapped ‘round my dick, though. ya mind if i do? just don’t forget to swallow like a good girl, ‘kay?”

GETO SUGURU

his ‘kink’ is simple: just you in an apron does unspeakable things to that man. suguru’s always knew that you’d be the one he marries, however every time you put on an apron to cook, the desire to make you his wife intensifies ten fold. you look absolutely adorable in it—standing near the kitchen counter whilst moving back and forth in your pink apron.

another thing about that which turns suguru on even more, is when he finds you in the kitchen after spending the night together, wearing only panties, his shirt and the apron. ‘easy access’, is what he likes to call it. his arms would find their place around your waist, clothed dick pressing and grinding against your ass from behind. next thing you know he’s pushing your panties to the side and fucking you good.

probably will dirty talk right into your ear whilst giving you that good, early sex session in the morning.

suguru sucks on your earlobe and digs his teeth in the soft flesh before pulling away, hands still feeling up your tits under the apron, hips deeply rubbing against the fat of your ass—just what you expected to happen once you put that apron on. his favourite one at that.

“look at you,” suguru purrs against your nape whilst leaving small pecks across the skin, “you’re going to be such a good wife and mother one day, sweetheart. and i want to be that lucky man that gets to call you his wife. .”

his words and touches were merely used as a way to divert your attention from your cooking. if suguru wanted to take you right then and there, he would. and he knew you’d allow it. you always do; you turn putty in his hands whenever he’s so loving like this in the early mornings.

“mngh, yes, please.. wan’ you so bad, suguru.” your voice is a quiet whisper as you bite back a moan or two. you couldn’t hold on any longer as the endless grinding made you crave for more. you push your ass back on the hard bulge you felt, gaining a grunt from the man behind you.

“impatient, hm? poor you.” suguru sighs before trailing two fingers downwards, pulling your panties aside while his other hand discards his boxers. he rubs the tip against your wet entrance, slipping the head in before pulling it back out to rub the mixture of fluids over your cunt—not yet giving you what you want, “you know, i was also thinking about how good you’d look in an apron while pregnant. with a little belly sticking out.”

the extended edging and dirty talk made your brain stop working as it turned all thoughts into lustful ones. all of them revolving around suguru and the pleasure you’re about to receive. you knew he was just giving you a small taste of what other nasty stuff he’s going to whisper in your ear later on. you can’t count how many times suguru’s made you cum from simply his lewd words and smooth voice.

“pl—” before you could start to beg again, suguru pushes his entire length in, the girth of his cock making you grip onto the counter like you’d fall over if you don’t. you bend over a bit and let your tummy rest against the cold surface.

“so submissive.” suguru whispers under his breath, watching you arch your back after he starts to pump into you. his hand trails across the knot made from the laces of the apron, which rests on your lower back. suguru twists the material around his index finger before firmly pulling you back by it—back flush against his chiseled chest, “so obedient. .”

it was only a matter of time before his slow thrusts turn into a quick and rough pounding. you could tell by the way his breathing was turning shallow.

“what do they associate those terms with nowadays? ah, yes, ‘wifey’ material. i feel like that describes you perfectly. fuck—i really can’t wait to make you my wife, put a baby in your tummy and start our own family. you’re going to look so beautiful pregnant. i’m sure of it.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

gets extremely turned on by you getting mad at him. toji found this out when you were upset by his habit of leaving laundry on the floor. he remembers how you stood there in front of him, blocking the tv from his sight, hand on your hip, finger pointing at his chest with that cute little frustrated expression plastered on your face. for some reason, it made his dick twitch in his pants. the urge to fuck that scowl right off that pretty face of yours was undeniable.

toji would be so calm whilst you’d almost lose your mind at his laid back, or actually, lazy demeanour. like he isn’t taking you seriously at all when you’re mad (he actually isn’t; his mind is too busy thinking about the positions he’s gonna have you in later that day).

idle ‘mhm’s’ and ‘yeah’s’ are all you’re going to get out of toji if he’s seeing you look at him with that adorable pout again—that almost unnoticeable pout you have when you’re upset about something.

“honestly, toji. you could’ve washed this yourself instead of waiting on me to finish the dishes and then put your dirty cup and plate in the sink.” you sigh and reluctantly wash his dirty utensils as well, even though you were in the midst of scolding him.

“it’s really annoying, you know? when i think i’m done doing the dishes. . . .” bla bla bla bla.

well, that was moments ago—you trying to talk some sense into toji. somehow it ended up the other way around; you being put on your back on the nearby table, legs on either side of toji’s head, his tongue lapping up your leaking fluids, his rough fingers digging in the fat of your thighs.

“really thought ya could jus’ talk to me like that without any consequences?” toji sighs, his deep breath hitting your cunt making your muscles tense up, your thighs trying to close around his head. a harsh slap lands right near your clit which causes your hips to jerk up in surprise;

“aht aht,” toji scoffs and disregards any contact with your dripping pussy, leaving it be for the time being, “keep your legs open f’me. all the way or ‘m leaving ya hanging right here.”

you cooperate immediately and spread your legs again whilst your fingers tug at toji’s black locks. his sharp eyes travel from your cunt to your face and he exhales through his nose, almost in a mocking, breathy chuckle;

“bet y’re gonna sulk ‘n pout if i get up and leave again, eh?” toji grins and is almost tempted to do just what he said, simply to see you pout and get mad at him once more. he wants to play that game of patience, but he knows he’ll come out victorious after every round. you’ll be the first one to beg him for forgiveness for your behaviour.

“please, baby— ‘m sorry. sorry.” there it was. you caved in, your frown nowhere to be seen as your face was overridden by desire and need for the man kneeling before you. toji was too good at letting you forget all about your previous sour mood—his tongue working its magic on you was enough to put you under a calming spell.

“mhm. that’s what i thought.” toji hums and smacks your cunt again. this time it was done purely for his own satisfaction; to hear how wet you’re for him, how good he’s been eating you out for the past couple minutes. but most importantly—to make sure you knew who held all power in the end.

toji leans his head down and lets the tip of his tongue glide across your vulva, circling right around your entrance to drive you insane. you could feel him smirk against your cunt in victory;

“ya know, i should make you angry more often just to turn you into a fuckin’ mess afterwards. mhmmm—wanna see that cute tough act ya put on fall apart the moment i put my dick in y’r cunt. gonna have you go from acting like a brat to a slut in under a minute, you jus’ wait and see, doll.”

[hollandsangel]

HI MADDIE HI HI MY LOVE<3 ok firstly blog theme EATS? hello i need your level of talent and skill.

ok hear me out a lil, but steve harrington x reader, hurt/comfort after the part in season 1 (season 2? i cant remember 😭), but with the demodogs. just reader being all soft and comforting with steve who reciprocates and they just sorta tend to each other would be so cute (maybe hes just a lil aggravated about the entire situation and reader is his anchor almost)

mwah loveu love u <333 (soryr this is sorta bad but !!! been thinking abt it a lil latellyyy)

hey hot stuff!! pinterest actually gets all the credit for my theme. i love her. i also had no idea what scene you were talking about LOL so i kinda made one up!! timeframe is NOT canon at all but its angsty and filled with comfort i swear, enjoyyyyyy my sweet amber. not proof read bc we die like men

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steve won’t stop fidgeting in the drivers seat, fiddling with the signal indicator and volume controls. you feel just about the same, and you’re sure the kids do too, the back seat dead silent, their shoulders touching and all of them refusing to move away from the other. 

“you’re shaking,” you whisper, afraid to use too much volume in your voice, like the glass ceiling of the silence will shatter and cut you if you do. you reach out to smooth your hand down steve’s shoulder, a comforting motion you’ve performed countless times before. he flinches at the movement and you hand stops dead in the air.

“m sorry,” he mumbles, voice rough and throat scratchy. 

you watch him draw in a deep breath, deeper than you think he’s breathed in three days.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart, i’m sorry,” he says it again, glancing over at you but only for a second, like it hurts to see you.

“it’s okay,” you’re still speaking hushed tones, turning back to find max and lucas sleeping against one another, dustin staring out the window mindlessly. 

“we’re almost at nancy’s,” steve swallows, “eddie’s gonna meet us there.” his grip on the steering wheel is too tight and his jaw is clenched. he forces himself to swallow.

“steve…” he lets you touch him this time and you feel a tiny sense of triumph when he relaxes slightly, melts into the feel of your fingertips on the back of his neck. he’s so cold. goosebumps raise on his skin.

“i can’t stop seeing it,” is his response, “the corpse is still in the fucking freezer,” he nearly gasps when he says it, like the mental image itself takes his breath away.

“i know baby, me either,” steve finally looks at you and you regret letting the tears well up in your eyes because his face falls when he notices.

“hey–” he starts but you shake your head and press your fingertips from your other hand into your eyes.

“i’m okay, i promise,”

“but i–” you know what he’s gonna say, something self deprecating about how he wasn’t fast enough, or strong enough, or did a bad job keeping you safe.

“you protected them,” you remind him, breathing a little easier when his eyes flick up to the rearview mirror to look at the kids. safe and sound in the back of the beamer, the heat cranked a little too high but it’s so much nicer than the bone chilling temperatures of the upside down. “and you protected me,” you reach up to push his hair away from his eyes, staying mindful of the cut by his eyebrow.

“we’re okay?” he doesn’t mean for it to be a question but it is. he means to confirm for himself, but really he needs you to do it for him.

“we’re okay,” you nod, and then you say it again.

“we’re okay.”

[lollytea]

I think that all iterations of the "they should be at the club" meme were kinda unfunny because it strayed so far off base once tumblr brought up that "but not everyone likes the club" mentality and tried to make it more inclusive for every blorbo under the sun.

Besties. The comedy of the original tweet was the mental image of Mama Bear from Berenstein Bears dropping it like its hot. You can't cannot recapture that kind of magic

[fatuismooches]

i have been silent but that does not mean i have stopped thinking about dottore

based off of some fanart i saw, im like. 99.9999% sure zandik rarely heard any nice stuff said to him n i dont know why but i just. imagine this in my head. its such a tender, vulnerable and soft moment where zandik, probably akademiya or early fatui days, fits himself between your legs as he wraps his arms around your waist. his head laying comfortably on your thighs as he sits on his knees. its a moment that shows his trust, you know? allowing himself to be small before you, a rare act of submission to your love as your fingers play with his curls, palms warm and soothing as you cup his cheek. n' u just tell him things that he struggles to believe, like how he's so beautiful, and that you care about him, how he deserves to be loved even though he's perceived as a monster. and i dont know, but i wanna gently raise his head by his chin, softly smile at him and say "zandik, you're a good boy." because i know no one has ever ever said that to him, not even his parents.

healing his parental issues frrrr 💪💪💪 IS. IS THIS WEIRD??? IDK IT KINDA SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I DONT KNOW, IN MY HEAD THIS IS JUST. EVERYTHIN FOR ME.

this is just how i imagine zandik, honestly I DONT KNOW WHY BUT THE FANART I SAW FUCKS ME UP AND I WANNA CARE FOR HIM AND PAMPER HIM AND MAKE HIM FEEL THINGS NO ONE CARES ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM FEEL.

i want that boy to be treated like a pretty girl by taking him out on romantic dates and writing him love letters he's 100000% gonna keep, laminate and immortalize. i want to treat that boy like the fragile thing he is, hold him in my arms and kiss him so so gently.

ITS DRIVING ME NUTS.

oh yeah. totally not projecting onto zandik. NOPE. nuh uh. totallllyyyy....

THAT MENTAL IMAGE YOU'VE GIVEN ME... oh my gosh. i am so soft right now. Sniff sob... Zandik being so open and vulnerable in front of you :( OH EDBEWDWE HIM IN THAT POSITION IS MAKING ME CRY HE'S SO CUTE... you have no clue how you managed to get him to be so submissive but you're not going to say anything nor are you going to squander this opportunity. You're not even sure if he's comfortable like that, sitting on his knees but... he seems unbothered and quite actually, content with nuzzling his face into your thighs, having your hands run through his fluffy blue hair soothingly. For once, he is almost eerily silent, instead of being all fight and rebuttal all the time, as he doesn't seem to have a smart answer for your gentle words this time. It's new to you, not him vehemently denying your statements, but you're going to take advantage of it, holding his cheeks and kissing him all over, whispering in his ear softly but firmly about how much you love him and everything you love about him, and that you always will.

CALLING HIM A GOOD BOY... i am on the floor in a puddle and sobbing. Kai your brain >>> peak. But it makes me so sad to know that Zandik's literally never received any kind of positive form of affection all his life 😭 Not even his parents... like fuck I'm in pain for him. It took reader SO long to even break his first wall down (he has like a dozen probably) because of how poorly he was treated by the people who were supposed to "love" him :( he just really needs some love :( i think after a really long time, Zandik would come to really crave your appreciation sometimes. Like, he doesn't make it obvious or anything, but he'll do something like perhaps deal with some fellow scholars without snapping at them, or anything he doesn't really do in general, and look at you expectantly if you haven't praised him yet. Because you're the only one who has ever praised his efforts.

HE DESERVES TO BE PAMPERED SO BAD 😭😭 ugh i know Sumeru is mostly hot and you two can't have any cold bundled up days over there but. i love the idea of you two snuggling and sleeping in one morning. Both of you know you're gonna be late for class, but you're like, fuck it we're skipping. And Zandik scolds you, but he's making no effort to leave either! So... you two just stay in bed cuddling as you pamper him (you definitely were the big spoon quite frequently back then here 😭) Slow and lazy morning as you wash his hair and body in the bathe 🥺 breakfast that you made as he looks over his notes 🥺

Bro i can't even imagine Zandik's reaction to you trying to treat him like a pretty princess 😭 Even when you two are dating he just doesn't understand :( why do you go so far for him? What he gives you in return is far less than what you provide for him... he just doesn't understand, but it seems like you're wholly content with everything the way it is so... he won't let you go.

[kitkatriel]

I came up with this AU a couple of months ago, and since a moot encouraged me to share with the class I might as well (plus I also wanna draw this AU lol)

I'll call this au Be Born as a placeholder rn lol

SO this au starts right after HMS managed to find a way to end the loop, and they harmonise permanently. Whole basically gains the courage to confess to his crush (still don't have a name for her) and she also confesses her mutual feelings, Blah Blah Blah, they date, yada yada yada, they get married and have a pair of twins.

I also have to say that Whole, whom I will call CJ from this point forward (Does NOT mean Chonny Jash, its a diff name, same acronym) is aware and remembers HMS quite a bit. Most of his memories/knowledge of them has faded since the harmonising was over 6 years ago, but he still remembers a few key details like their roles, some of their names and a blurry image of what they look like.

Soo like the VERY FUNCTIONAL human being CJ is, decides to name his twin sons after two of the voices in his head. Wow, clap for the man everyone whoooo-. The names he uses are Artemis and Apollo. A year later, they have another child whom he names, say it with me! ATLAS WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED AHH. Atlas was born on the same day as Artemis and Apollo so you'd argue their triplets lol.

OHHH this is a normal au there couldn't possibl- SIKE THIS SHET HAS ✨️MAGIC✨️ BECAUSE PLAIN HIGH SCHOOL AUS ARE OVERRATED /J /SILLY /LH

And this is where I ruin the au🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

OK SO during the time the twins still weren't born, Heart began to wonder what it must be like to live life as your own person, to have a childhood, go school- etc etc (HMS split up into existence when CJ was 18 not too long before he dropped out of college) he starts rambling to Mind and Soul about this, Mind tries to shrug it off as a plain "What if" sanario or daydream but also ends up thinking the same.

This is also fueled by the fact that they spent majority of their existence fighting each other never living an even remotely normal day in their life.

Soul wants both of them to be happy, plus he also starts to get infected with this desire and curiosity. SO he somehow finds out he can cut off a prong of the trident and make it a dagger which he can link Heart or Mind to making them particularly function as a soul.

Soul also wants to be with his halves so he asks for Heart's blindfold and Mind's crown to create a puppet that can serve thr roles of all three of them. Which he names Harmonia (AYO OMORIHMS AU FORSHADOWING?!?!?!)

Harmonia is basically a perfect copy of CJ lol. Soul leaves Harmonia alone to look after CJ with his trident(now pretty much a spear) a crown of a ruler who has stepped down from his throne and a blindfold used to protect its previous wearer from the blinding lights of the Sun.

You can kinda just ignore that part if you want (still on the fence with it but I'll most likely go with it) cus it doesn't really effect the story if you were to erase it. All that happens mostly is Deju Vu

I don't really need to explain which HMS is which kid hah.

I'm now gonna explain the three kids.

First is Artemis, who is TECHNICALLY the older twin (he came out first). Artemis is based on the right brain being not only the emotional side but also the creative and artistic side. So yes... he is an artist. Quite extroverted, still likes his peace and quiet, yeahhhh

Second is Apollo, the "younger" twin (funny because he's the tallest out of the three). Ehh, you know the drill, straight A's student... hot nerd even (JOKE. DONT KILL ME. NO. NUH UH. I WAS JOKING EH) the classic "grades over mental health because" guy. Monotone and deep voice but is surprisingly approachable (unless he put you on his "No likey" list based on first impressions lol).

Last but not least, Atlas, the poor younger sibling who keeps getting caught in the crossfire between his two older siblings. He's more on the athletic side, being hockey team (suggested by randa). The most energetic of the three, as a kid, he often asked his brothers to play with him, which is why the trio grew up to be really close.

Uhhhh some trivia/fun facts to maybe explain their characters a bit more:

• Apollo and Artemis "fight" from time to time but its mostly "YOU FATASS, YOU ATE ALL MY KITKATS" then dramatic pause then "Dad made waffles."

• Apollo's favourite book is No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai.

• Artemis is the shortest of the three and gets flamed by Apollo about it

• CJ doesn't have a favourite child

• Apollo is the one that sits on the front passenger seat of the car, and will die fighting for it.

• Apollo is a cat person while Artemis is a dog person.

• Sexualities

Apollo: Bi

Artemis: Gay

Atlas: AroAce

• Ages:

Apollo and Artemis: 16

Atlas: 15

• Aollo's fashion taste is dark academia

• Atlas and Apollo did karate for 8 years

• Despite this, Artemis poses the most threat to the average bypasser

• CJ's wife works abroad on a cruise. She only sees her family atleast once a year

• Atlas used to have a childhood dog named....wait for it..... DARREL

• Atlas has more then one occasion, forced Apollo to dance Rasputin on just dance.

•Apollo's sleep schedule is so bad he's immune system is absolute trash

• Artemis once forgot to lock his room during a family gathering and came back to one of his younger cousins scribbling on one of his paintings.

• Artemis dislikes the idea of having kids for that reason

• Artemis was struggling on a question so hard his tutor had to ask Apollo for help because neither could they figure it out.

Yeah that's all for now, CYA

[astroyongie]

Astroyongie Podcast S1 EP2

Notes done by @killuachii<3

Censored Version

i have a question about felix and his new person in your reading you said this person isn't usually what he would go for and now i wonder what kind of person this is 

person has very feminine energy, def a girl, not much information, relationship seems very recent, there was something fishy → forcing himself

is she an idol?

Doesn’t think so, just a friend he had 

Who is Hyunjins crush? Or is that something you will never tell us? 

Kfc

Burger king 

yongie, will you give some tea about ateez member? (Anyone)  

jongho not with gf

seonghwa very laid back rn 

any tea ab txt? 

Yeonjun still with his girl, some issues 

beomgyu in complicated situation, mental problems 

kai: relationship

taehyun: balancing

not much on soobin

Can i ask why seonghwa & wooyoung get bad reputations among others idol? 

Doesn’t remember seonghwa having bad reputation, is just hot tempered 

wooyoung very open which can cause issues due to the culture in Korea

who is yeonjun gf?

Someone from Cencored

Oh! I wanted to ask about your Pendulum! I also have one and I kinda know how to use it, but how do you go about asking about idols partners? Also sometimes I feel more connected and sometimes I just feel nothing... Any tips? 

Can’t share, isn’t comfortable with sharing how she practices. if you want to feel more connected: pendulums have a personality of their own, doesn’t work by itself, spiritual guides and energy will connect and use it to communicate which can sometimes be dangerous, need to practice in a protected circle, set a safe space, always do pendulum in same space, yongie personally doesn’t have a close connection with pendulum bc it is very hard to manage energetically, sometimes pendulum is going its own way 

Is Sunghoon enhypen still with his 'Taurus' gf? Thx 

Yes

Can u give us some clue more about hyunjin's new partner? 

No information, but physical connection, wants to move on from kfc 

What did you mean in your readings with felix needs to be protected from the reality of his life with his idol image? 

One part can not speak on, he is someone who is very easy to influence, a lot of things impact him a lot, he is trying to protect his image → things of his past could have a huge impact 

do u have any tips on how to detach from a person? i find it quite hard to let go of ppl good or bad cause i feel weirdly “attached” :3 

will depend on type of relationship, it is not easy, not something you can do in a month or two, a lot of dedication, process relationship (What is the reason? Why do you want to detach? Etc.)  THERAPY

Why Jungkook, lee know & eunwoo suddenly hang out? I mean lee know with 97 liner 

doesn’t have an answer 

how to deal with disorganized attachment (leaning avoidant)  

therapy, can be very impactful on relationship with others, problem with connection

what CAN it mean when someone like is extremely affectionate and then avoidant, is it confusion? or insecurity what things could it be? 

Ambivalent attachment

Did you learn about numerology or matrix destiny too? 

Yongie’s not a maths person 

is it possible to read someone's energy through a screen? 

Yes, most goes from eyes, if they can see them it’s easier to read someone 

Yongie, can i heal my phobia? I have thalassaphobia (scared of ocean) even when i only saw that on the screen i feel terrified. And based on my parents i never went to the sea before, so is it possible that the phobia come from my past life? 

Fear and phobia have different meanings, phobia → impact well-being, should go to therapy, past lifes: phobia comes from something, if there is nothing in your surrounding that could explain your fear (like a person being scared of that exact thing) or it can be transgenerational. if not, then it could be connected to past life 

How do you interact with angels or start deities with them? 

Two of them very different, they start the interaction, angels: interaction are kind of limited, prayers to them every night and set candles in their honor. deity: praising and giving offerings, self love, energy as offering, offerings and not ask for something in return, deities aren’t there to serve they need to be served, lighting candles to communicate

what is your opinion on if a christian prays to someone else than god? do you think it's a bad thing? 

Depends on the person’s beliefs, personally doesn’t think it’s a problem, should stay in the christian pantheon 

how does connecting with passed ones work? i have heard of it before can u share a bit about purpose and how it works? 

Yongie doesn’t contact dead people, but a lot of cultures do, contacting them directly → you’ll never know if it is really that person, if you ant to praise/honour them → altars and such 

I meditate every day before sleeping. During deep meditation, I sometimes hear strange sounds like eerie laughter, whispers in languages I don't understand, or tinkling sounds like a cold bowl. Sometimes, I find it difficult to differentiate whether these are sounds from my imagination or actual messages or sounds from astral beings. What do you think? 

Shouldn’t meditate before sleeping since you are in a vulnerable state while sleeping

whats your opinion on haunted dolls? 

Doesn’t really believe it, one of her phobias, haunted object could be charms or could be objects that trapped energy of the previous owner

Could someone reincarnates as an animal? Or only and always human? 

Yes, they can, an animal can also be reincarnated as a human, has done a reading where someone’s cat was their great grandma 

i have heard of something called egg belief??? they believe that bad ppl will be reincarnated as the victim of the actions they did to other ppl but i personally dont believe it because it would like mean that victims are at fault if something happens to them 

tricky, karmic chains could be connected 

Do dreams tell us something we need to do or is it feelings we already have?

no, dreams are made up from your mind and tries to process something. they do have meanings but its the inner domain

what are like consequences ? when for example youtubers make content with ouija boards 

most things are made up/don’t do it seriously

what is a spiritual awakening, how does it happen? 

When someone starts being more in tune with spirituality, could be due to almost death experience or traumatic experience

what happens to us after we pass (after ur beliefs) im curious 

when we die our souls leave our body to get into the veil which is the bridge between the spiritual and the physical world. Then we go to the spiritual realm for a while eventually reincarnation

But how to break the karmic chains yongie? 

Difficult to answer, depend on what karmic chains you have 

i feel u once addressed this on ur blog but can it happen energies dont immediately reach the veil what happens exactly? 

They do because they have to, since they can't be on the physical world

Yongie, can cannabis, meth, and other psychedelic plants use trigger to awakening/ enlightenment 

personally doesn’t think it triggers it

can energies after they pass and leaves physical body, cant they stay as a spirit on earth or something like that? 

Hopes they just go to the realm, bc people who are stuck needs to relive death constantly which isnt fun

if yongie had to pick 3 idols to smoke with

jaehyun, wooyoung, chanyeol (to see how he acts) or woodz („maybe if he is high he would want me“)

so if a dead person appears in my dream it means something? 

Yes 

yongie how do i manifest a toji fushiguro build man 

camp outside a gym (and get Sukuna's number for me)

is hyunjin dating anyone from ateez/sunwoo?

nope

[hyperfixat]

so, i played this game mindmindmind by @chattercap and i loved it so much! def go play it if you have the means to do so — i doubt this will get as much traction as my other fics do, but i really just had to write this!! also its so odd knowing that im tagging the creator so im extra sorry if i mischaracterize him >.< 

i went forward with my writing assuming (after a thorough mental debate) that geist can interact w the physical world around him, but only when he stirs enough turmoil within you. like there are moments within the game where he touches you and ur phone, but. idk. it feels different somehoe.

while playing the game i really tried to get the ‘good’ ending where you ‘defeat’ geist but he’s so alluring!!1 my goodness if i didn’t melt at the end — man oh man. this is literally word vomit of a situation trying to evoke a similar emotion to that scene near the end where you resist or accept him (trying to avoid spoiling it TT)

quick tw for; meal skipping due to depression, depression and it’s symptoms, negative self image, and just, all around you don’t start or end in a good place mentally., also burns from hot water.  nothing deadly or anything, but like. burns.

honestly i didn’t have many ideas my brain was just kinda rotting over him TT so this is what my sleep deprived  mind came up with. but ykaow its something (also ignore any canon divergence, it's about vibes not canon.. )  not proof read.  1.6k words.

Your body creaks like rusty hinges when you dragged yourself out of bed, the time already reading half past noon.  Too late for breakfast, not that you were likely to have made anything anyway.

There’s a calm in the kitchen, though you can’t bring yourself to fully appreciate it.  At least Geist hasn’t made himself known as of yet.  That’d be just what you needed on a day like this.  (Sarcastic.) 

The electric kettle boils on its socket and you stand too close to it in an attempt to bring warmth to your tired body.  Despite having slept into the afternoon there’s an ever-lingering tired that clings to your whole body.  Only when steam starts to pour from the kettle and you risk getting burned if you remain stagnant for longer do you move to prepare your instant ramen.

Your arms feel weak when you lift the kettle and that’s a sign for what is to come, in hindsight.  Perhaps you should have taken the time to move the styrofoam container to the table and pour your water on a clearer surface than your tiny counters.  You do manage to pour an adequate amount of near-boiling water in the cup, but you also pour an adequate amount all over your counter and clothes.

You hiss out in pain, tossing the (now empty) kettle on a free section of stovetop. 

“Oh dear, what have we here?”  The only thing that can make this situation worse. You can never be the only one to bear witness to your failures, can you?

Gritting your teeth, you pull the steaming clothes away from your skin, making a hurried scuttle to your bedroom.  Luckily the only clothes you bothered to wear to bed last night was a large shirt, one that slips off of your body easily, despite being soaked.  You maneuver to the bathroom, taking in the red hue of your torso.  

“Fuck me,” you groan, running a hand over the skin before hissing at the heat.  It seems you’re being forced to take that shower you’ve been putting off.  You feel a presence in the doorway and ghostly green eyes track your moves to the bath as you turn on the cold water.  

It’s old and stained, and likely in need of a cleaning, but there is a tub attached to your shower, so you’re going to use it.  Steeling the rest of your body, you plug the tub and step into the icy water. You make yourself suppress a whimper at the cold, it doesn’t help that you already had a chill set in your body from hunger.  Your stomach clenches, a reminder of what you’d done and you sink down fully into the water.

Over the rushing of the still pouring water, you hear fabric on fabric and when you open your eyes Geist is sitting on the edge of the tub, regarding you.  His expression is hard to discern, something between cool indifference and pity. He doesn't acknowledge your state of undress, bless him for that.

His large, slender hands dip into the water, making it ripple where his fingertips hit. Geist hums as he takes in the temperature.

“What a poor thing you are,” Geist begins. “Can’t even make yourself something to eat without messing up somehow.”

You inhale deeply and close your eyes, attempting to drown out his words. He lets you sit in peace for a few moments, eventually turning the faucet off when it fills to submerge your hot chest.  

“No rebuttal?” He lets out an amused laugh, entirely unfitting of the situation.  “I see how it is.”

You hope the burns aren’t anything serious, even if they were you don’t know if you’d go to a hospital right away.  Some things go away if you ignore them hard enough.  Sadly this logic does not apply to Geist.

Being watched doesn’t make for a very relaxing bath, but you’re only there to cool your body off, and it does. You get on your shaky legs after you’ve deemed yourself far too cold to stay in there any longer and unplug the drain and turn on the shower head to rinse the bath water off (and properly clean yourself).  Geist leaves when you stand up to shower, leaving you to bask in the cool, quiet drizzle from the faucet.

After getting changed into another set of pajamas (as you don’t plan to leave the house and know you won’t change whatever you’re wearing before bed), you find Geist has made himself completely useless, taking up a seat at the small table cornered on the kitchen to form a make-shift dining room.  He’d stepped over and through the mess you’d made, favoring to make use of the scarcely used furniture.

His eyes feel like fire as they track you cleaning the kitchen.  “Are you really just going to watch?”  His eyebrows raise, as if shocked by your sudden question.

“Why, with how cold you’ve been to me I’d assume you’d want me to leave you all alone.” Geist stands, tall form looking far too elegant for his surroundings.  “But, allow me,” he grabs the cup of noodles from your hands and pours them in the garbage disposal.  “Hey-!”  Those noodles were still perfectly edible, not that there was much left in the cup rather than on the floors.

“Surely you can spare ten cents to prepare a new container.” Geist ignores your open-jawed stare, moving to grab a reusable towel and mop up the mix of broth and warm water on the counter, leaving the floor to you. 

By the time your floor is dry and no longer holds the smell of ramen broth you’re too exhausted to bother making a new cup of noodles.  You shuffle back over to your bed and fall back into the covers and try to bury yourself.

Geist stands at the foot of your bed, looking eerie in the low light.  With him carries the lingering scent of ramen.  You look away from him and avert your gaze to the dim glow of your phone.

“I made you your meal.” He can’t even call it lunch anymore, the time on your phone shows its half past four.  The act of kindness catches you off guard and you look at him, eyes dull, expecting him to laugh or throw the food on the ground and sneer, but he doesn’t.  He even has some utensils ready for you.

You slide against your headboard and pull your blankets down past your chest, gesturing that he can hand the cup to you.  He does, beginning to monologue after you take a bite.

“I had waited for you to take action, but it seems you’ve gotten to the point that you’re incapable of doing something as simple as feeding yourself.  I took it upon myself to prepare your meal, truly it’s appalling you’ve made it this far in your life.  What would have become of you if I weren’t here?” He gives a sigh, as if contemplating the horrible conditions you would face if not for him.  “A grown person, unable to properly feed themself, what’s next – do you need me to brush your teeth for you as well?”

You shrink back at the harsh words, face growing hot with shame, realizing he’s right.  You can hardly function, all you do is rot away and he’s the remediator, here to curb your decay.  Despite having plenty of broth, the noodles taste dry in your mouth and you feel the urge to ugly sob, but your eyes do not prick with tears. 

“I’m sorry.” The words come out choked with phlegm and emotion.  

“Oh, now look at you,” Geist lets out a mildly less exasperated sigh and sits on the edge of your bed, lightly, as to not spill your ramen. His hand rests on your ankle overtop of your blanket.  “I’m not mad at you, I’ll still treasure you no matter how incapable you are.”

You finish your – call it what it is – dinner, and Geist takes it to your kitchen to dispose of it.  You shiver, his voice still lingering in the air, his words haunting you.

It’s hard to be alone, it’s even harder when you’re as vulnerable as you are currently, so when Geists asks to join you, you can’t refuse the offer.

“There we go,” Geist gently moves you to the side of your bed, taking the spot next to you, his cold, cold hands resting on your sides.  “Are you going to be on your phone the whole evening, darling. That is unwise.  You’re tired.”

He’s right.  You are tired.  You let him hold you as you fall into rest, it’s nice to be held.  He holds you and doesn’t let go, even when you wake in the early hours of morning, a wave of clarity and repulsion coming over you.  

You try to push him away, claiming he’s cruel, but you’re no match for a man like him, a man who holds you as you shutter with unshed tears, cooing about how it will all be fine as long as he’s here, and letting you know he’ll stay.  And, maybe, just maybe, it will be okay as long as Geist stays with you – you only need him and as his words echo as you go back to sleep, reassured.  I’ll love you no matter how broken you are. Broken as you may be, you lie with him, knowing deep down he won’t put you back together.

[jawritter]

Carry On

Chapter 15

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2259

Warnings: Nightmare, Brief hint of a panic attack. Dean attempting to gain a little independence, some angst.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​​​​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Three weeks later

Dean’s POV: 

“One… two… three… four…”

Dean’s heart raced as he lay flat on his back in the empty bed, Y/N had apparently gotten up already and just let him sleep. If she had only known the nightmare he was having, she would have probably stayed, or at least got him up before it lingered too far, and he found himself counting his breaths to try and calm his shaking body. 

“Five… six… seven… eight…”

It all felt so real, like it was happening all over again. He could feel the bar in his back, his lungs collapsing and filling with thick fluid. He could his senses growing dimmer as he fought with the large monster in that god forsaken mask that he felt like he saw around every corner of his waking moment. 

When he woke himself up struggling with an opponent that did not exist in the waking world, he couldn’t even bring himself to scream, he just laid there with his chest tight, and his breaths coming in short, hot bursts. 

Finally, after a few minutes, his breathing started to come more easily, the shaking started to slow, and he felt like he’d been rung out like a fucking wet dishcloth as he brought his larger hands that were gripping the sheets beneath him just a few moments ago up to his face, hiding there as he tried to push the images still stuck in his head away. 

If there was one good thing about these nightmares, and even flashbacks at times, is they weren’t as bad as they were when he literally went to Hell, and they weren’t getting any worse. They just weren’t going away. Maybe it was just something that he’d have to live with for the rest of his life. If so, and his physical body regained its former strength, or at least some of it, he’d deal with the mental shit the same way he always did. Y/N didn’t need that kinda stress added to what was already a full plate. She’d already taken on taking care of a fucking grown man like a toddler without complaint, and there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to add this to list of worries. 

Once he’d gotten his heart to slow down, and his breathing to what was normal, he pulled his hands away from his face with an annoyed huff, dreading the moment he had to sit up, and put his feet on the floor. 

Once he got himself up and moving, things weren’t so bad, but those first few steps out of bed in the morning, and sitting up for the first time in the morning, were damn near excruciating. 

“Come on Dean, don’t be a pussy,” he grumbled to himself, before taking a deep breath and hoisting his heavy body forward through gritted teeth. 

Miracle, who was standing at his food bowl eating his breakfast, heard his master struggling, and quickly trotted over to the bed and jumped up to make sure that Dean was okay. Dean blindly reached for him, patting him, scratching him behind his ear. 

“I’m okay boy,” he groaned as he forced himself to shift again, and throw his legs over the side of the bed. 

Once Miracle was satisfied Dean wasn’t dying, he jumped back down to his bowl and started to finish his meal. Apparently, Y/N had already fed him. That used to be something Dean did every morning, but now, it took so long to get himself moving in the morning that usually Y/N just did it for him. 

Dean closed his eyes as he let his bare feet hang off of the bed, poking out from under the covers that still draped over his lap in a ball, and tried to bite back the sudden bitterness that worked its way up his stomach and into his chest. God, he hated being suddenly forced to be dependent on someone else. It hurt almost as much as his back did.

“Nope,” Dean whispered to himself, pinching back the burning that suddenly filled his eyes as the pressure began to build with the tears that were begging to fall. “No, that’s not what you’re gonna do damnit. You’re gonna get up, go find Y/N, and get on with your day. Not sit here and cry like a bitch over shit you can’t change.” 

But God knows that’s all he wanted to do was lay back down in the comfort of his bed, and cry until he fell back asleep. So, in order to avoid doing just that, he grabbed the ball of cover that was resting on his lap, and threw them to the side, before grabbing the side of the bed with both hands, and taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the impending pain to come. That’s when he saw it, and his blood ran cold. 

He hadn’t had an erection since the night he almost died, yet, here it was. Not so seromonicouly staring him in the face.

He sat there, staring at the clearly visible tent between his legs, completely gripped in emotions. Normal men having gone through what he’d gone through would probably have been shouting around the room. Not Dean, he just sat there paralyzed in fear. 

This made things so much worse. What if Y/N was helping him take a shower tonight, or dress him, like she always did because nighttime was always the hardest to move around right before bed, and he popped a goddamn boner?! She’s gonna think he’s some fucking pervert! He did not need her to run off too, he’d already lost Sammy, if he lost her too, he might as well just lay down and die. 

Icy hot panic was seeping into his bloodstream from somewhere deep down in his gut when the distinct sound of his bedroom door opening scared him into action. 

Quicker than he’d moved so far, Dean grabbed the cover and threw them over his lap just as she opened the door, a tray of food in her hands, a warm smile spreading over her face as she saw him sitting up on the side of the bed, and that’s when the guilt sat in. For some reason, he just felt dirty. Disgusted with himself. Like he was hiding something hideous just under his blankets and he wanted to the floor to open up and swallow him whole. 

“Good morning sleepy head, it’s damn near noon!” she greeted him, closing the door with her foot, trapping the smell of bacon and pancakes in the room with them that suddenly felt too small. 

“Morning,” he said, clearing his throat and shifting himself back onto the bed, praying to God she wouldn’t notice his dilemma. 

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N watched Dean closely as she approached the bed, and waited for him to stop rubbing his eyes long enough to take the tray of food from her. 

It was the first time since the accident that he’d slept longer than daybreak, and she wanted to let him rest as long as possible, but when it started to approach noon, and he was still out like a light, she figured it was time to get him around. 

But when she opened the door and saw the look on his face, she suddenly felt like something was wrong, very wrong. She just didn't know what. 

“When you’re done with your breakfast, I’ll help you get into the shower this morning and dressed for the rest of the day since Sam’s not—”

“It’s okay!” Dean said a little too quickly, damn near choking on the bacon he’d crammed into his face. “I wanna try to do it myself, I think I can do it.”

Y/N eyed him wearily. She didn’t want to dampen his determination to get back on his feet, but she also didn’t want him to do too much too fast, and end up hurting himself in the process. Every time he wanted to do something himself it was always the same old fear that gripped her, and she didn’t know how to handle it. 

“Fine,” she relented after a moment, “but I’m gonna be waiting just outside the door if you need me.”

“I’ll be fine sweetheart, I got it, I promise,” Dean insisted around a large bite of pancake. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

Y/N sighed deeply, and looked towards the weapon wall Dean had proudly on display. “Well,” she stated after a moment. “I was gonna take you out to the park to do your laps for the day, instead of walking around the same old set of walls, but it’s pouring out. So, I figured we’d just have a lazy day. You worked really hard yesterday, and probably could use a break.”

Y/N was still angry, and she had thought that getting the pair of them out of the four walls they were in to do his physical therapy might be a refresher they both needed after the stunt that Sam pulled, but as usual, nothing she seemed to plan went according to plan. 

When she’d first brought him back from physical therapy, and he was in such an incredible amount of pain, they had agreed to do his physical therapy together. That lasted a grand total of a day and a half, after that Sam always had some excuse as to why he couldn’t work with Dean that day. She didn’t understand it, why the hell would he not want to help his brother, after everything Dean had sacrificed and done for him.

“Y/N!” Dean called her name loudly, and she jumped to her feet as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on her, only to see that he was fine, just sitting on the bed with his cleared plate still in his lap, staring at her with deep confusion. 

“There you are,” Dean said with a chuckle as he watched her closely. “Ya kinda checked out on me there, sweetheart.”

“Sorry,” Y/N said with a shake of her head. “Was just thinking about everything I needed to get done today.”

“You’re working too hard baby,” Dean insisted, sitting his plate to his right side, and before twisting himself around to toss his feet over the side of the bed, still talking to her over his shoulder as he did so. “Let’s just take a day away from physical therapy. Watch some shit on TV, eat food that’s gonna put us in an early grave, and just take a day to do nothing.”

“Dean, you need this physical therapy,” Y/N insisted. You’re doing so much better than you were when you left the hospital. We don’t need to let up now.”

Dean signed heavily, as he stared at the wall opposite of him. She watched as his shoulders slumped forward slightly, and she could almost feel the weight suddenly settle in the room. 

“I–I’m gonna be really honest with you for a moment Y/N,” Dean said to his feet, and Y/N shifted nervously. She still had that nagging fear, and maybe always would, that when Dean didn’t need her around anymore physically, that he’d kick her to the curb and it would be as if it always was, and she was invisible again. Maybe that was something she would always struggle with. 

“I’m not in a very good headspace today. I’ll be fine, but today, I really just wanna press pause and reevaluate some things, let myself adjust a little, and then tomorrow we can pick it up again, but right now, I just need today. Okay?”

Y/N’s feet moved her towards him, and she slipped her way around his bed, to stand between his legs, where he immediately wrapped his arms around her middle, and pulled her closer to him, resting his head against her chest with a deep, content sigh. He’d been through a lot in the past few days, and she was sure he was still pretty stressed out after he and Sam got in that fight, she could at least let him have today as an off day. Everyone needs an off day now and again. Plus, it took a lot for him to admit to her how he was feeling, and she knew that. 

“Okay, fine, today is your day Dean, we will do whatever it is you want to do okay?” Y/N agreed, and Dean nodded as he held onto her. “Let me go and get your clothes for the day brought into the bathroom for you, and your shower warming up for you, while you get yourself out of bed.”

“Okay,” Dean agreed, letting go of her so that she could back away from him for him to stand up with a growl. Y/N quickly placed her hands on either side of his slender hips to help steady him while he recovered from standing. This time, under the thin, worn out t-shirt he was wearing, Y/N could feel the slightest muscle definition that he once had rebuilding there. It was a small thing, but to her, it was a big thing, it was a mark of progress and hard work. He was getting his strength back more and more every day. She just wished he could see the progress he was making the way she did. Maybe then things wouldn’t be so hard for him. God knows she didn’t want him to give up. He’d come too far. 

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Can you do an angsty Will fic? Where he breaks down from being touch starved (he became used to giving hugs than getting hugs after being thrust into a role of leadership and having to act like he's always okay for his siblings) and Nico comforts him? It's kinda specific, so its completely your choice! im just really desperate for some Will angst

Pls no smut! and possibly Will X Nico! Thank youu <33

Ahhhh!! I love Will and Nico soooo muchhh, the minute I saw this request I already made a photo thingy for the fic and Im so excited!

Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo

Warnings: Angst/comfort, mentions of negative self image, and also infirmary stuff!

Will was tired to say the least, as the head counselor of the Apollo cabin he had a lot on his plate. Not only did he have to help out the new Apollo children but also the current ones. He felt like a mom at times, struggling to stop all her kids from accidentally dying. Oh and he also was one of the head healers at the infirmary. He spent all his time helping others but no one ever really helped him. Of course he had friends and of course he had his siblings but none of them ever really picked up on his stress or negative thoughts. The dark circles under his eyes went unnoticed as well as the constant yawning.

Will had managed to get away from the busy day he was having. Opting to chill near the strawberry fields. He even picked a few to snack on, safe to say he knew this break wouldn't be long. Camp Half-Blood seemed to have a dramatic increase in new campers, Will didn't understand how the gods could have so many kids all the time, this meant that he had a lot more to do. A Lot more people to show around, explain things to, and also a lot more children that end up injuring themselves.

He always kicked himself mentally when he sighed at the new campers asking him for help. He was supposed to be a bright eyed, happy-go-lucky Apollo kid. Yet he wasn't happy, he was stressed and in a constant state of self loathing. Will felt water drops on his hands, looking up at the sky he saw it was still bright and sunny out. He was crying. In the middle of the Strawberry fields. He felt stupid. He was fine and a little work wasn't the end of the world. He tried to find the motivation to get up and go back to the infirmary but he couldn't. He couldn't stand the thought of going back to the bloody noses, and the bruises, and the whining.

He didn't want to. He just wanted to stay put in the fields. Streams of tears came out of his eyes, the stress of everything was too much. He put his head against the tree he was sitting next to and let himself cry. This was fine, he was fine. No one was around anyways.... Or so he thought.

"Hey you okay Sunshine?" Will knew whos voice it was. Nico Di Angelo, a child of Hades and someone Will was quite enamored with. Will quickly wiped his face, "Yeah, I'm great... It's just really hot out, some sweat got in my eyes." Will resonded sheepishly. He wasnt trying to lie to Nico, he just didnt want to burden him with his problems. "You sure? Cause from where I'm standing it seems like you are hiding in the strawberry fields crying..." Nico sat down next to Will. Will looked at Nico, who was wearing some black jeans and a black shirt (He never wore his camp half blood shirt) with a skull on it. He gave Nico a small smile, "I'm just stressed I guess...". Nico nodded and looked around the camp. Everyone was doing their own thing, they didn't notice the pair at all. "You do alot for the camp, I'm not suprised you're stressed. You should talk to Chiron about some time off or something..." Nico's suggestion was nice but Will couldn't stand the thought of not being useful. He didn't want to be dead weight. "I'm fine. I just...." Will couldnt find the words he was going to say. Nico faced Will and gave him a concerned look. "Please stop overworking yourself. It's not healthy and you're supposed to be a doctor or whatever..." Nico joked with the blonde. "I'm not a doctor, I'm just a kid they put in charge of the health of countless other kids..." Will sighed. "Yeah, but you're damn good at your job, Solace." Nico's compliment made Will's cheeks burn. "Thanks..." Will looked away from Nico trying to hide his blush.

A horn could be heard in the distance, it was dinner time. Will sighed, he would have to go back to everyone, put on a smile and pretend all over again. The moment with Nico was just a moment. It wasn't permanent. "Guess it's time to eat..." Will sat up and got on his own two feet. "Thanks for talking to me Nico." He started to walk away until he felt a hand grab his wrist. "Wait... You can sit with me if you'd like. The hades table is always empty..." Will smiled at Nico and nodded his head. "Yeah, I'd like that alot Nico." Nico gave Will a small smile and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Will. Nico had his head against Will's chest considering he was a few inches shorter than Will.

Once again tears threatened to leave Will's eyes, but for a different reason this time. He returned Nico's hug and placed his chin atop of his head. The two stayed there for a few minutes. Just enjoying the embrace of the other. That night at dinner Nico and Will talked on and on about everything. Nico even convinced Will to talk to Chiron about his stress. Safe to say there were a lot more moments in the strawberry fields for Will and Nico.

[xamaxenta]

Hnnnn sabo with his beloved dragon lusting after the pretty prince steadily growing more and more rabid about it as breeding seasons causes these feelings to bounce between their mental bond. At first it’s only sabo. It’d be too much to spring everything on the pretty sheltered prince at once sabo and his dragon both know that they need to ease him into it so sabo seducing the royal is a good starting place. Sabos dragon gets some relief from the sensations of the event trickling through the mental bond.

Then they both lavish ace in attention sabo explaining that dragons are smarter then people think and how his obviously adores ace look at how he preens with aces attention. And oh he usually never lets anyone fly with us you’re special. Soon ace is spending an equal vast about of time with the two of them even coaxed into having a few intimate moments in front of sabos dragon and it starts really getting ace off when that happens because the dragon will not stop staring. Then one day sabos dragon will not stop licking ace even when sabo initiates a round and one thing leads to another until the dragon is using his long tongue to ‘clean ace off’ which just creates more of a mess and a sobbing overstimulated prince.

Ace ends up much more overstimulated when he’s opened up and fucked by the beast later huge ridged cock only able to fit because sabos giant dick has been breaking him in for weeks

DAMN THIS IS DEGENERATE AS FUCK 👑 here king u dropped this wowa

I like how you took my other dragon rider au and went so heres some beastiality bestie 💅 and you know what im a dragon fucker in every conceivable way why not

Its kinda hot to think abt Sabo and his dragon being so close they share a mental link and stuff and that the dragon wants Ace too thats so taboo especially if its Prince Ace too waiufhfht im a huge fan of Ace getting defiled by a dragon and his crazy rider thats the good shit

Luffy’s off bonding with Red his new dragon partner so Ace doesnt spend as much time with him bc according to Koala Luffy needs to be independent during this stage of Dragon bonding 101

So Sabo eases Aces concerns by sitting with him ajd going thru the stuff Luffy will encounter n stuff, maybe gets a little handsy, slides a palm up Ace’s thigh, and then Sabo’s dragon “North” helpfully supplies him the image of Ace pinned beneath his claws with those damned tight riding pants shredded to pieces

Sabo blinking away the lewd imagery glances at North who snorts gruffly in their chest and looks away, bemused Sabo hopes Ace didnt notice their little exchange

[intergalacticaquarium]

I Wanna Wear Your T-Shirt

Sooo...I made a post yesterday about how making the hellfire stuff horny made me feel kinda weird and then @kriffingstars gave me the PERFECT alternative so I wrote this

Summary: Eddie's girlfriend dons his Hellfire T in an attempt to turn him on but he can't stop thinking about the dudes. It works out in the end, though, when she thinks of something amazing instead.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

content: no warnings just making out, just some fluff and some romance and Eddie getting to feel like a rock star. Also it's kind of a sequel to my princess Leia costume fic because it's in a very similar vein which wasn't intentional but I incorporated it anyway.

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Eddie would be out of the shower any minute and this time Y/N was sure that she had him. She played with her hair a little more in the mirror and looked at herself in the hellfire t-shirt without pants and grinned, sitting down on the bed nonchalantly and crossing her bare legs. 

When he came in with a towel wrapped around his waist and saw her his eyebrows shot up. 

"Damn you look…really hot." He said, a little dazed for a moment. She stood up and did a little spin and he grinned and did everything in his power to ignore the brief mental flash of Gareth burping his bardic attacks at Hellfire and get back to his super hot girlfriend. 

She leaned in and kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her. 

Fuck yeah dude- give it bigger horns that'll be cooler. He heard in Dustin's voice and he squeezed his eyes shut forcefully as she kissed him. She felt him stiffen and pulled back.

"You good?" She asked, concerned. He nodded too many times and leaned back in to kiss her, stretching her out on his bed. 

"I roll charisma to seduce the barmaid." "Jeff you can't just say that you have to actually seduce her-" 

He just tried to kiss her harder and will his Hellfire idiots out of his head. 

"Wait, why are you calling it the jizz cave?" "Because Mike wrote going spunking in the cave." "Spelunking! Obviously I wrote spelunking. I just have bad handwriting!"

The mental image of Mike Wheeler was a solid enough blast of cold water that he almost threw himself away from her. 

"Whoa, what is wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"It's the shirt. I can't stop thinking about the guys and its really killing the mood." He confessed hastily, and she barked out a laugh.

"Are you joking?" She asked, still thinking it was funny. 

"No! It's weird I don't want any part if hellfire to be sexy I can't think of anything less sexy than Hellfire it's just so many teenage dudes and that room stinks like shit and sometimes Gareth burps his spells and your brother is there- It would be like if I showed up in Dustin's thinking cap to seduce you."

"Oh God gross no way gross gross gross" she said whipping the shirt off her head and across the room.

"Shit, I'm sorry this is like the Leia costume all over again." He said, and she couldn't hold back a cackle remembering him blanching and saying Y/N, it's called the Slave Leia outfit its kinda hard to get turned on when all the can think about is what Jaba put her through. 

"No, it's fine honestly. Now I just wanna see if I can nail down your taste."

"I mean…I can try to think of something if you need a suggestion." He offered and she made a thoughtful face. 

"Nope, I have an idea. This one's gonna work." She said, and stood up to find another shirt. 

"You don't have to get dressed." He complained good naturedly, and laughed when she scrunched up her nose.

"I think I do because now I'm imagining Gareth burping spells and the mood is gonna need at least an hour to recover from that blow." She said, and he laughed too, pulling her into a hug.

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The next Tuesday he and the band were setting up, and he saw Y/N come in wearing her denim patch jacket which was suspiciously zipped up to the top. She didn't come over to say hi like usual and they started to play to the unenthusiastic four drunks.

He kept his eyes on her as he played, picking her favorite next to his band mates annoyance. She was still sitting at the bar and she downed her drink and turned around with a grin. He felt his heart flutter in anticipation when he saw the look of a plan in her eyes as she walked over to the tiny stage and met his gaze so he could sing directly to her. 

He almost laughed in delight when she started to dance. Fully dance, headbanging and all with her hair flying every which way. She sang along to a few lyrics and casually unzipped her jacket while she danced and turned around grinning. 

When he saw her Eddie was a little star struck, seeing her six inches from the stage, dancing and singing along to an original song like she was their biggest fan in a packed stadium, and she was wearing his Corroded Coffin shirt that he hadn't been able to find this morning. 

She danced like that for the whole gig, alternating between losing herself and closing her eyes and making hard eye contact while they grinned at each other. 

For the first time since he began to play at the hideaway he saw one of the regulars start to Bob their head and shimmy their shoulders and pretty soon everybody in the bar was joining in on singing a classic with him.

He had never felt like more of a rock star. This time when they bowed off the stage everybody applauded, earning a few standing ovations. It was a bartender, four people on the verge of blacking out, and the love of his life and he felt like he was playing Madison Square garden. It could've just been her and he would've felt it. 

When he stepped off the stage she launched herself at him in a kiss that he returned with passion he wasn't sure he had ever actually felt so strongly before.

He couldn't even speak afterwards, just gaze at her goofilly until he ran into an amp while walking backwards. He gave her a one minute hand and helped the boys pack the equipment back in the van. 

When he came back he saw her sitting at the bar and running her finger around the rim of a vodka soda. He leaned on the bar next to her and eyed her up and down in his t-shirt and grinned. 

"Enjoy the show?" He asked too casually, and saw a smile play on her lips as she glanced at him. 

"As a matter of fact I did. I'm a pretty big fan." She said coyly.

"Yeah, I think I've seen you in the crowd before. Are you following us on tour?" He asked with a smile, and she looked at him with her big dark eyes under her thick lashes.

"Mmhmm. Can I let you in on a little secret though?" She asked, and leaned in conspiratorially. "Don't get me wrong- I love the band, but the reason I keep coming back is because I really want to sleep with the guitarist."

He grinned and tried to look thoughtful. "Ah, I see. Fans do say that he's the hot one."

"I know they do, that's why I need to get to him first." 

"But he's got this girlfriend, y'know? And like…the guitarist might be hot- he's got nothing on this girl. Total smoke show. Supermodel hot. And cool and funny and smart and brave-" He said, listing off compliments like it was nothing and watched her smile grow.

"That's too bad. I was really looking forward to going back to his place. I was kinda hoping that I'd look so good in this shirt he made himself that he'd want to take it off of me." 

"Yeah, too bad he's gonna miss out…guess you're just stuck with me then." He said, and her eyes narrowed and looked to her left in confusion. 

"Wait, I'm lost- are you not the guitarist in this scenario?"

"I was at first but then I couldn't figure out how to actually hit on you without making it seem like imaginary cheating." 

"Well, let's just consolidate it. I can be a girlfriend and a groupie." She said, the act gone and fully facing him. It was weird to be looked at with such devotion that it still caught him off guard sometimes. 

"Either way I feel like a damn rock star. I mean it- this show was…" he trailed off, unable to even explain how happy he felt in that moment, but the pride in her eyes told him she knew.

"Then let's get you home, rock star. I've always wanted to hook up with a guy at his concert." She stood up and put her arms around his neck.

"Lucky you, I think you'll get that chance…pretty much whenever you want." He offered, and she finally closed the gap to kiss him. He drew back and grinned at her, putting his arm around her and leading her out the door with an affectionate kiss on her head, and his finger hooked on the collar of her t-shirt.

[domirine]

You probably do a lot of life drawing seeing as how perfectly fluid your art always is so this ask might be redundant lol but,, i was wondering what kind of references you usually use? Do you just google similar poses, does it come from your mind, or do you have a go-to app to look through like pinterest?👉👈 i ask bc I struggle a lot with poses and usually when i look them up i end up drawing nothing bc its not. Ever good enough for me/what im looking for lol😔 still not sure how to even draw characters smoochin, rip

thank you, nonny!! i do a lil bit of life drawing, but man i really do feel the same way you do. while i'm happy to show some art when i get it done, the process can be a real struggle.

sorry this is gonna be long and all over the place lol hope it helps tho:

life drawing good: i recommend ditching the idea of finding the 100% Perfect Ref right off the bat. studying anatomy and life drawing (this site has a range of body types and fun poses) somewhat regularly, therefore growing my mental library so that i can try and make whatever pose is in my head happen later, has been more viable to me than spending hours looking for the Perfect Ref.

drawing a bunch of generic people skating without pressure of creating proper character art is good practice, and it primes me to then come up with a skating pose of my own.

ref hunting: i save pictures i might use as refs regularly in a browser folder - good refs, bad refs, boring refs - losing a ref standard can be helpful because at the end of the day it’s what you make with it, so it doesn’t have to be particularly mind-blowing to begin with. you don’t wanna reinvent the wheel or create the most never-been-done-before pose, you just wanna get a thing right.

pinterest is very good for poses, yes, though you have to know how to look for them - i.e. i found that typing out "dynamic pose" will not yield organic results, as opposed to looking up people in motion like athletes, boxers, skaters and such. for fighting, i recommend using photos or clips from (ideally staged lol) fights, as opposed to stock images where the models are standing for a while posing - the former preserves a lot of the movement. i also recommend looking up group photos from events or shows for interesting natural poses and people interacting.

best hot tip of all tho: what helped me most is to not treat references very religiously. don't be tied down by what's in your ref, or not finding the perfect one, because then you're focusing on accuracy and not necessarily on what you wanna communicate with your drawing. if you can't find what you're looking for in full, just use a part that you find interesting, and then bullshit the rest and revise accordingly.

idea-generating can be very hard but you can practice it like any other skill, because having a decent idea of what you wanna draw is helpful - you don't have to have the whole pose visualised 100%. it's the mood, body language and expressions, that i think are more important. looking at refs can help reveal your ideas and intentions, but i will not create them for you i’m afraid.

for example, speaking on characters smooching, i've drawn these using refs in   pretty uptight way with no ideas beforehand - and i find them painfully boring because they're not rly communicating anything aside from a anatomical accuracy (more or less);

i was being too intent on staying faithful to the reference, and they're looking kinda stale to me. the only one that was done without any ref, was the bottom left - which i like! bc it's got spice and it’s portraying some emotion.

but i wouldn't have drawn it if i hadn't already started on the others, so maybe another good tip is to trust the process and not give up mid-work!! drawing stuff you’re not proud of is still drawing stuff, and not everything you create is gonna be satisfying. things are gonna click here and there, but you never know when, so don’t give up on your ugly artsy ducklings!!

[bigfan-fanfic]

Steve , Bucky, Clark, Bruce, and Thor with a boyfriend who just can’t seem to accept or like his body, with the amount of fat in ‘x area’

:/

Steve always feels bad about these, because he knows both sides. He didn't work to get the body he has, it happened because of the Super Soldier Serum, and before then, he always felt self-conscious about his size and his sickliness and weight. He knows what it's like to feel that kind of self-aggrandization, that sensation that things would be better if maybe he just looked like Bucky or was taller or wasn't so bony and frail-looking, but he came to realize later that although he had the body he wanted, it came with its own set of insecurities. He asks you seriously if you'd love him even if he was skinny and frail like he used to be. He opens up about what he's felt before, and he hopes you can connect and learn the similar lesson.

Bucky will be happy to train you if you want him to, but he points out that it's similar to his own issues with his arm and his scars. Your body is part of you - if you lose weight, you may still have stretch marks, or your skin might hang in ways you don't like. But also, you taught him that other people don't see you in the way you do. You think he's beautiful, when all he saw were scars and trauma. To him, you are an angel in human form, and he almost gets angry when you say you don't like your body, because to him, you're perfect. Because you're you.

Clark, I'd say, wouldn't have a particularly toned body - he doesn't actually work out intensively, so he'd probably have more of a bearish body, like a construction worker, since his muscles come from daily exertion and use as a hero, not as any particular fitness activity, and his leanness comes from high metabolism. So I think Clark will have felt similarly - he's never had the clear muscles he sees in others, because traditional workouts will never work for him like they do for others. So I think he has a unique perspective and understands you better than you might think he would.

Bruce will offer to train you if you really want, but he points out that his muscles come from an actually unhealthy amount of training. His body comes from intentional overwork, and though people find it attractive, he doesn't want you to have the kind of bulk and leanness he has, because it's damaging in the long term. But he can help you determine a healthy exercise routine if you really want to lose weight or build muscle, but he insists that you realize that this won't help it - he will offer therapy if you wish to speak to a professional about body image issues, because there is a chance that you'll remain dissatisfied and he'd hate to see that. (yeah, Bruce is a lot more proactive on mental health when it's not his own)

Thor looks at you and frowns at your statement. He can't fathom why you don't like your body, because he loves yours. Besides, in Asgard, he has seen many body types, and has the knowledge that bodies in peak performance don't necessarily look like what you might consider looks hot from actors. (Thor, realistically, would not have such cut abs, but would have a thicker kind of body type, kinda like Jason Momoa has in that interview, where you can tell he's hugely muscled and athletic, but he still has a tummy, because having such low body fat is actually not healthy. Thor has seen men and women in battle that are what we would consider fat, but he considers their bodies incredible because of the people inside them.) It's okay to want to improve, or to look differently, but when it comes to the self-destructive idea of not liking your body, Thor can't allow that - he needs you to understand that people just have different bodies, and that he finds you beautiful even if you don't. He has mapped your body with his eyes and hands and knows it's you.

[graegrape]

ranking every single tf2 ship name. you know how it is. full ranking under cut

DISCLAIMER: i don't actually like some of these pairings too much because of personal comforts, but still ranked 'em based on name. also i left out the gross icky stuff like sp*scout for obvious reasons

35. heavyneer (heavy/engie) - did we even try. 0/10

34. fruit scones (medic/soldier) - is there something i'm missing here. what do either of them have to do with fruit scones. what 0/10

33. haggis sandvich (demo/heavy) - So Long and has no pop factor at all. where is the excitement. the cute wordplay. this is just slapping two things that relate to each other vaguely together. 0/10

32. vegemite sandvich (sniper/heavy) - even longer than demoheavy but this is a down under (the song) reference so. i guess. 1/10 points for consistency

31. gentle surgery (spy/medic) - i get where both parts are from but this is just random words mashed together. what the hell is a gentle surgery and where do i get one 1/10

30. spyper / hide and seek / bloody suit (sniper/spy) - does anyone actually use anything other than sniperspy in this context. just saying i understand because these names barely relate to these two. 1/10 at least hide and seek is there

29. spoovy (spy/heavy) - points for sheer hilarity 1/10

28. heavymedic / red oktoberfest (heavy/medic) - you dont know how much it pains me to put this so low. i just dont see it im so sorry 2/10

27. bear grill (pyro/heavy) - why. points for the mental image tho 2/10

26. swordvan / piss drunk (demo/sniper) - ok. ok. i know i complained about demoheavy earlier for smashing random words against each other but whoever came up with PISSDRUNK is fucking hilarious so i have to put it higher 2/10

25. battling helmet (scout/soldier) - i get the helmet part. but what about scout screams battle to you. he is not that much of a warrior 2/10

24. american aviators (sniper/soldier) - dont get this one entirely but at least it has a nice ring to it :-) 3/10

23. trucks n' vans (sniper/engie) - sniper my boy we have got to get you some better ship names... i guess it's sort of clever but it will never be what it clearly wants to be (boots n bombs) 3/10

22. texas two step (engie/scout) - 3/10 (not commenting on this for personal reasons)

21. speeding bullet (sniper/scout) - i guess man. kind of lame but checks out 4/10

20. cold war (heavy/soldier) - kinda lame as well but on all technical levels its perfectly servicable 4/10 i can only imagine what results this will yield on google images. "tf2 cold war" heavy and soldier fought in the yaoi war.

19. heavy hitters (heavy/scout) - ok. 4/10

18. 4th of july (soldier/pyro) - a little funny 5/10

17. molotov (pyro/demo) - i see it. perfectly fine... just missing that zing factor 5/10

16. napoleon complex / practical espionage (spy/engie) - this one would rank lower if it were just called practical engineering but because its not... well... its higher :-). napoleon complex is hilarious as a ship name 5/10

15. science party (medic/engie) - i myself am a science party enjoyer but we all have to admit it's a bit lazy to just call your ship (subject they both engage in) (party). come on now... i think its still pretty cute tho 5/10

14. helmet party (soldier/engie) - where science party goes helmet party follows. i enjoy this one just a tad more because at least i get a silly mental image with this 5/10

13. jaegerbombs (demo/medic) - kind of owns but has too little to do with medic imo. the part w/ bombs and the fact that it's an alcoholic beverage rules 6/10

12. french toast (spy/pyro) - clever. i like it. subtracting points for just using spy's nationality tho 6/10

11. texas toast (engie/pyro) - slightly above the previous because it has the same first letter and a nicer ring to it 7/10

8. bush medicine (medic/sniper) - best sniper ship name 100%. so good. bush medicine. medicine out in the wild. bush because of bushman. who came up with this i need to kiss them 7/10

10. hot shots / campfire (pyro/sniper) - first ship with multiple names to have both of them be fairly good. hot shots sounds kickass and campfire is cozy. :-). good! 7/10

9. burn ward (pyro/medic) - not too big on pyro ships in general but i wont lie. this rules. also im fairly sure this is the name of a pyro achievement in tf2 7/10

7. bomb voyage (spy/demo) - first off. incredibles reference. immediately pushes it way up and also the wordplay is so fun and silly fuckin bomb voyage. yes. you get it. reblog 8/10

6. flash fire (scout/pyro) - this one kind of rules. very nice ring to it AND it's a pun? awesome as hell 8/10

5. quick fix (medic/scout) - not my thing but this name is so good. quick fix... 9/10

4. boots n bombs (soldier/demo) - how can i not like this one!!! it doesn't have a clever pun name but it's so cute and charming. boots and bombs that's their thing! and it's so satisfying to say. giggling and kicking my feet. 9/10

3. short fuse (demo/engie) - i know i'm like biased and stuff but let's be honest here this one is just a banger. short because engie height moment. fuse because demo. shortfuse. it just works. owns 10/10

2. freedom fries (spy/soldier) - naming ships after food is always a hit or miss situation and im SO glad this one works as well as it does. youve got the wordplay. the two related things. the two same first letters. fucking rules 10/10

1. hop scotch (demo/scout) - i'll be honest this pairing itself is not my cup of tea at all but i mean this entirely genuinely this name is genius. hop is scout. scotch is demo. hop scotch as in The Game?! it's so good. why can't every name be this good man... 10/10

annnd that's it. additionally, feel free to suggest some other names for the ships that in your opinion have shitty names <\3 especially heavyneer come ON you guys. thanks for reading + have a nice day/night :-)

(additionally please don't comment on any ones i didn't really comment on that much. personal stuff <3 thank uu)

[trickstarbrave]

ive been thinkin abt modern au voryn running an only fans like. all night. femboy trans voryn making $$$ but more important nerevar finds it

at first he's like. embarrassed and then curious. like. he didnt think voryn would do this kinda thing but its. its def voryn. and nerevar is then left wondering what exactly he does bc he barely registered it was VORYN before he was closing the page face burning red

and so he subscribes just out of curiosity. probably not a good thing to do but he just wants a peak.

theres vids of voryn blowing a toy. others of him saying very dirty things while playing with himself. sometimes he'll release a few special videos of him fucking himself with a toy, begging for someone to breed him. he'll wear clothes ppl buy for him sometimes, thanking them really cute and sexily. sometimes he'll be wearing stuff nerevar has bought with him and the thought of voryn personally thanking him in one of the videos makes all of his blood go right to his dick.

before nerevar knows it he's watching the videos constantly. even if he tries to get off with something else he ends up imagining it's voryn. it's starting to make things awkward irl bc he'll find himself blushing for no reason if voryn even remotely dips his voice down to that tone he uses in videos and has to fight getting a hard on.

voryn of course. knows it. neht didnt think this thru at all but his fucking name is on the card he used to sign up. voryn KNOWS he's watching and has been regularly subscribed. he doesnt know what to say about it though. like, how do you bring it up to your stupid hot best friend that you know he watches the porn you make and you really really wanna sleep with him for real?

idk how they'd figure it out. but i like the mental image of them post hook up. voryn records a vid (with nerevar's permission obv) of nerevar fucking him. nerevar's face is completely cropped out, no one really knows who it is, but theyre doing it raw. last shot is nerevar's cum dripping out of him

but. im normal i swear

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Hi I'm the sub4sub demo x soldier anon and let me just say that you managed to understand what I was trying to convey perfectly and youre right zhanna should be thrown in there too. Beautiful mental image. She wrecks them both after watching their attempts to outsub each other and everyone's happy

GLAD U LIKED IT it was sooo fun to think abt my God... there's just sooo much nuance in kink that makes for a lot of rlly fun ideas. Basically any act can be construed as either dominant or submissive depending on its context, so like there's so much room for playing w dom/dom or sub/sub dynamics. Just thought of a new one for you n it's Demo trying to do a primal/werewolf boyfriend type of thing (Soldier is the boyfriend) and Soldier trying to do a petplay type of thing (Soldier is the pet). Just a ton of fun ways to subvert stuff or approach a specific act or a similar kind of play from very different angles. Sorry for getting all talky about this LMAO the most important part about all this is of course that it's hot and makes me horny. Kinda wish I could write Soldier now this could be something really good