#they are so unashamed i’m SICK

[blodhundrr]

it’s so funny that most interactions in game are like oh you’re so smart, oh remember this thing, hey i want to help you with this, and then bloodhound and fuse are like we will be SUCKING and FUCKING as soon as we exit the arena. goodnight

[luveline]

Bombshell reader and Spencer finding out she’s pregnant

fem!reader, 1.5k

cw for pregnancy / reader wants to be pregnant

“This is such a peculiar feeling.” 

Spencer’s ready for you physically before his mind has caught up, his hand reaching out for you despite his eyes steadfast on the book he has held to his knee. Legs crossed, relaxing in the supple leather of one of his armchairs, Spencer almost forgot you were here. “What?” he asks. 

“What did I say, or what’s peculiar?” 

“What’s peculiar?” he asks, letting the book fall down the side of his thigh. 

You shuffle closer to his legs, looking down at your clasped hands. “I feel really weird. For a few days. A bit sick, I think.” 

He’s not expecting you to say that; it’s been such a quiet evening, and you haven’t mentioned being ill once yet, despite having slept here and spent the day here in your soft pyjamas. “What’s wrong?” he asks. 

Because the thing is, Spencer loves you more than he’s ever loved anybody. It’s immediately unnerving for him to hear you aren’t well, because he doesn't want you to have a single shred of strife in your life, not even a papercut. He pulls you closer and closer, looking up into your face, begging to know what’s wrong and unashamed or caring so much. “You’re worrying me,” he prods when you don’t answer. 

“Sorry, I’m just…” You lean forward gently. Spencer takes your weight to his side, his cheek to your chest. You face down, wrapping an arm behind his shoulder. “Just have a funny feeling,” you whisper. 

“What kind of feeling?” he asks. Spencer could tell you a hundred different facts on funny feelings, gut feelings, and intuition, but that’s not strictly helpful right now. Then again, he knows he’s loved, and so he says the most burning one aloud before he forgets, “Intuition is based on the collating of facts by your brain to predict future events. It’s usually unconscious.” 

You touch his hair mindlessly. “Is it usually right?” 

“I think that’s up to opinion. Why, angel?” he asks, letting his voice slip into a deeper, settled rasp. He hopes it says what he’s trying to prove to you every single day, that he will take care of you for as long as you’ll let him. “What are you thinking is wrong?” 

“I don’t know if it’s wrong…” 

He’s so confused. “You can tell me anything,” he assures you, pulling at your hands. There’s room in the armchair for you so long as you’re okay with putting your legs over his, and you are, curling up next to him with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. 

“I know, Spencer. Just let me think about it for a minute.” 

“Okay.” He takes your hand once again. For a few minutes he waits in the quiet, rubbing small circles into the back of your hand, trying hard not to look at you lest you feel pressured to talk. 

“Okay,” you say quietly, “I have a few things in that bag I brought over for emergencies, you know? In the bathroom. And I have a pregnancy test in there, so I’m going to take it. How do you… how would you feel about that?” 

“I’d feel whatever you needed me to,” he says instinctively, the word pregnancy on a flashing look in his mind’s eye. “You think you might be pregnant?” 

“Before I take it, before, is that a bad thing if I am?” 

He’s shocked to see you acting this way, so far from your regularly scheduled programming. Spencer always assumed that if you ever did become pregnant, he’d learn about it like everybody else. You’d tell him with a big smile or a proud kiss and go about your day. You know what you're worth, and to be pregnant is your decision, your body. 

“Of course not,” he says, frowning. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Why are you asking me?” 

“Because it’s something that would affect both of us?” 

“No, of course, of course, angel, I just mean, why would it ever be a bad thing?” He puts his hand on your neck. “Unless you think it is.” 

“This isn’t something I get to just decide by myself, this decision. I can’t make it alone,” you say. 

“Yes you can.” He cups your neck. “But I’d love to make it with you.” 

You smile. He can tell you’re going to share your thoughts with him before you do, your eyes clearing with worry for now, and instead shining with your usual, breath-stealing light. “I hope I am,” you say. 

He hadn’t known he’d feel this way until right this second. “I hope you are too.” 

Your giggle sounds ever so slightly teary and hug him. You kiss his neck, and then you spring out of his lap to drag him with you to the bathroom. It’s a straightforward process but the waiting is agony, you and him sitting on the counter by the sink basin, hands squeezing at each other's fingers with the test baking on his thigh. 

“This is crazy,” you murmur. “We were having a normal day.” 

“Normal to amazing would be good,” he says. 

“What are we gonna do?” 

“Well, I’ll have to make some more money.” 

“I’m serious.” 

“So am I,” he says with a laugh. “Do you know how expensive children are?” 

“How did your mom afford you and your three PhDs?” 

“I got most of that stuff for free,” he says, “on account of being smart for my age.” 

You laugh softly. “That’s one way to say it.” 

Spencer leans down to kiss your shoulder. “We’ll have to move in together. Like, forever.” 

“Oh no.” You prop your head on his. “I basically live here anyways. All the time.” 

We’ll have to get married, Spencer thinks, but that’s not necessarily true, and then thinks it should probably be a surprise, before he says, “And I’ll have to ask you to marry me.” 

“Not just because I’m–”

“No, not just because you’re pregnant,” he says, though neither of you know yet if that’s true. “Never.” 

“That would be admirable.” 

He doesn’t know about that, but he knows one thing. “I love you. Really. More than anything.” 

“Don’t worry, Spencer. I love you too.” 

“Would that be something you wanted?” he asks quietly. 

“I’ll say yes whenever you want to ask me,” you say, equally as quiet. “I would’ve said yes five years ago.” You weren’t together five years ago, and he believes it anyways.

Spencer kisses up your cheek and pulls you into his side with a last press of his lips to your temple. The test on his thigh hasn’t changed. It’s a digital one, so you’ll know for sure just as soon as it’s ready. He feels like he can’t breathe right, waiting, waiting, wishing. 

“I’m with you no matter what,” he says under his breath. 

“I know.” You turn your lips into his cheek, breath fanning his skin. “You know pregnancy makes a woman more beautiful, right?” 

“I don’t see how that could possibly happen to you, but I’m excited nonetheless.” 

You laugh and smile into his cheek, kissing the slight hollow of it tenderly. 

On your thigh, the test blinks to Pregnant. 

You don’t notice, too busy kissing him still, your smile hard to ignore as you mumble, “If I’m pregnant, and we’re gonna do all those things you said before, I promise I’ll make you happy, Spence. I’m gonna be good to you. We’re going to be so, so happy, we’re gonna have a house with a garden and a hundred types of flowers, and we’ll keep bees at the end of it, and we’ll have two libraries for all your books, three if you want it, and–”

“I’ll make you happy,” he echoes, “I promise. I’m gonna take care of everything.” 

“–the nursery…” You stop kissing him, hearing what it is he hasn’t managed to say in the wavering tone of his voice. You look down as he passes you the test. 

“No matter what you want,” he swears. 

Your happy tears are plentiful and not what he’s expecting. You wrap your arms around his neck and cry with your legs hanging off of the counter, the test digging into his shoulder, drawing a line over his skin as you check it to be sure and prompt another round of tears. They aren’t loud tears. Your sniffles are half giggle. 

“We never do things in the right order,” you say, blissfully happy. 

“I don’t think there’s a wrong one.” His turn now to press kisses to your tacky cheek.

“We used to hold hands under the round table.” You shudder with tears. 

Lovelorn and unsure, not even dating, your fingers sewn together under the conference table as someone spoke you through the case of the day. His heart in his throat, and your thumb rubbing circles so slowly into his skin his wrist would ache for hours afterwards remembering. You and Spencer have always done things in your own order, and he’d never say wrong. 

[coryosmin]

innocence

coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, mdni, loss of virginity, praise kink, best friend! coryo, innocent reader, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, coryo has a big dick, reader is just so cute, coriolanus is his own warning btw, soft!coryo, not my best writing but i’m sick and a slut so let’s get this done teehee

3,000 words

It all began when you were having a conversation with Arachne and Clemensia. They started talking about sex and how they hadn’t had good sex in a while, asking you if you had. To which you lied and said yes. But ultimately, you had no clue about sex. It wasn’t something that you prioritized as your main focus was on your studies. But now, it was most definitely on your mind.

Coryo had been your best friend since the two of you were children. He was the only person in the world that you could tell anything and everything. Just as he could tell you anything and everything. He had invited you over to his apartment on Corso after school, exclaiming that his grandma’am and Tigris wouldn’t be home until much later because grandma’am had a few errands she had to run. So you were sat on Coryo’s bed while he sat on his desk, working on an assignment.

You bit your lip as you looked over at your blond best friend. “Coryo,” You broke the silence.

“Hmm?” He asked, not looking up from his work.

You took a deep breath, unsure of how to ask your question. Sex was a weird topic to bring up with your best friend, right? Or is it normal? Arachne and Clemensia seemed pretty chill talking about it with you. So maybe it’s a normal topic of discussion? You shook your head, deciding not to overthink it. “Have you ever had sex?”

Coriolanus dropped his pencil, clearly not expecting that question. He turned around in his chair, looking at you with an eyebrow quirked up. “Excuse me?” He asked, his blue eyes looking at you with slight amusement.

“Have you ever had sex?” You asked again, clearly unashamed by the question. Coryo’s your best friend. Of course, you can talk to him about this sort of thing.

“Why would you like to know?” He asked, his voice was neutral as he looked at you.

You sighed, slightly embarrassed by the way he was looking at you. You tried to think about how to word your explanation before speaking. “Clemensia and Arachne were talking about sex earlier,” You began to speak, your voice a bit timid. “And I felt kind of lost in the conversation.”

Coriolanus nodded his head as he listened to you. “Lost how?”

“Well, I’ve never had sex before,” You admitted, unable to help the blush on your cheeks. “And they asked me if I had and I may have lied and said yes.”

Coriolanus couldn’t help the smirk on his face as he looked at you speak to him. You were just so innocent and pure. Of course, he knew that you’ve never had sex before. He made sure of that throughout your life, saying that men were disgusting and that you could only ever trust him. Truth be told, he wanted you for himself, to rely on him to help you through these things. And now? Maybe the time has come. “Well to answer your question, I have.” He answered simply.

“Is it really as bad as Arachne and Clemensia made it sound?” You asked, tilting your head in that innocent way that Coryo always adores.

“Bad?” Coriolanus laughed in disbelief. “If they have partners that know what they’re doing, it shouldn’t be bad at all.”

Your lips formed an “o” shape as you heard Coryo’s words. “They said that their boyfriends never like prepare them,” You said nervously. This conversation was definitely awkward to have. “That it usually only lasts a few minutes and then he cums and then they’re done.”

“Then they don’t have good partners,” Coriolanus replied, shrugging his shoulders.

You simply nodded your head, understanding what Coriolanus was saying to you. You bit your lip. “What’s it supposed to feel like?”

Your question made Coriolanus inhale sharply. He was so ready to just take you. He got up from his desk and walked over to you, sitting down next to you on his bed. “Would you like me to show you?” He murmured, looking at you with his soft blue eyes. He reached up to move a piece of your hair out of your face.

Your eyes widened at his question as your cheeks reddened. “C-Coryo, we’re best friends,” You were flustered as you spoke, unable to help the tremor in your voice.

Coriolanus smiled softly at you, caressing your cheek. The coolness of your hand feeling nice on your warm skin. “It’s okay for best friends to help one another, Y/N.” He replied softly.

You looked up at him with doe eyes as he looked at you. You swallowed. “I-I don’t think best friends help each other with something like this,” you whispered, not trusting your voice.

Coriolanus chuckled, unable to help himself. “Maybe not normal best friends,” he whispered back. “But we’re best of friends.” He said, leaning in slightly. “Let me show you.” You didn’t think much about it. Not when Coryo was just so close to you. You nodded your head and Coryo smiled. “Good girl.”

That phrase alone made you clench your thighs, an action not missed by Coryo though he didn’t mention it. He simply smirked, leaning in to kiss you. You didn’t kiss back right away, just relishing in the feeling of Coryo’s lips on yours. They were so soft and sweet and tasted like the pastries you had brought earlier when you came over. Your eyes fluttered shut as you began to kiss Coryo back, moving your lips in sync with his.

This technically wasn’t your first kiss. Your first kiss was with Sejanus Plinth back in sophomore year when you both talked about not ever having your first kiss. So while you’re not the most experienced person, you have at least kissed someone. Though you never told Coryo about it.

Coriolanus deepened the kiss, moving his hand from your cheek to the back of your head. He kissed you as though his life depended on it, needing your lips to survive. His tongue traced your lips and you couldn’t help but part them as he began to explore your mouth. You let out a small moan at the feeling, causing Coriolanus to inhale. You were wearing a dress. Just a simple one that you changed into after school before heading to Coryo’s house. And Coriolanus was grateful because it made things easier.

Coryo’s free hand moved down your body gently and slowly, warming you up to his touch. And as his fingers loosely played with the hem of your dress, Coriolanus removed his lips from yours, moving to kiss your neck. You gasped, biting your lip. His fingers moved to your legs, creeping up your thigh. Coryo pulled away to look into your beautiful eyes. “Gonna make you feel good, okay?” He whispered to you, his eyes so honest and genuine.

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice. Coriolanus went back to kissing your neck, sucking on your pulse point which caused you to let out a shaky breath. You felt the heat pooling in your pelvis (pls I hated using that word). Coriolanus moved his fingers to your underwear underneath your dress, causing you to instinctively close your legs. “Shh, it’s okay.” He whispered into your ear, kissing your earlobe. “Relax for me.” You took a deep breath, relaxing as you opened your legs back up again. “Good girl,” He murmured. This caused you to verbally whimper as Coriolanus’s fingers made their way under the waistband of your underwear. The coolness of his fingers pressing your warm skin.

Coriolanus moved his head to look you in the eye as his fingers gently touched your slit, moving the wetness around. “You’re so wet,” He murmured. You bit your lip, his touch foreign to you as you tried not to back away from it. You’ve only ever touched yourself once or twice down there and you didn’t know what you were doing. Coriolanus’s fingers gently went onto your clit, circling it slowly with his fingers. You tried to stop yourself from making a noise, embarrassed. But you couldn’t help the small moan you let out as Coriolanus rubbed your clit. “Don’t hide your noises from me, my dear. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” He murmured, pressing his forehead against yours.

He moved his fingers from your clit, bringing his middle finger down to your hole. You whimpered as he inserted his finger into you slowly. Coriolanus began to thrust his finger in and out of you slowly, making you moan. “Coryo,” You moaned out, your hand gripping the edge of the bed.

“I know, baby,” He murmured, kissing you on the lips as he continued fingering your pussy.

Coriolanus inserted another finger, curling them upwards. You gasped, bringing your hand to your mouth as you moaned out, “Oh my god.”

Coriolanus couldn’t help the smile on his face as you moaned, the sounds of your voice being like heaven to his ears. “You like it, hm?” He asked, kissing your cheek. “You like that I’m fingering your pussy? You’re so tight. Can’t wait for my cock to be inside of you.” His words were so dirty and yet they turned you on so much. You couldn’t help but whine at the thought, bucking your hips against his fingers. “Can tell that you want my cock. Bet you’ve never even seen one before, fuck.” He continued to move his fingers inside of you.

“I-” You moaned out, feeling a tightness in your abdomen. You leaned into Coryo as he was right next to you, leaning your head on his shoulder. The room was filled with the sounds of you moaning and the sounds of your pussy as Coryo finger fucked you. There was a squelching sound, causing Coriolanus to groan in your ear.

“You’re about to cum, baby,” Coryo murmured, moving his fingers faster inside of you. “Let it all out, baby. You’re doing so good.”

You whined as you came undone, clenching your thighs together as your body began to shake. Your pussy gushed around his fingers, soaking your panties, the mattress underneath you, and the floor. “Oh fuck,” You moaned out. Coriolanus fingered you through your orgasm, not stopping until you relaxed. He pulled his fingers out of you, smiling as he saw the mess you made on his bed and his bedroom floor.

Coriolanus used his other hand to lift your head, making you look at him. “You did so good, baby.” He murmured, kissing your lips. “How did that feel?”

You blushed as you looked at your best friend. It all felt so intimate and well, it was. “G-good.” You stuttered. “I-is it normal for that to happen?” You asked shyly.

Coriolanus chuckled, shaking his head no. “Not everyone can do it,” He said, kissing your lips. “Guess that makes you special, my dear.” Coriolanus grabbed the hem of your dress, lifting it off of your body. “We are not done yet though.”

“You’re going to fuck me?” You asked though you knew the answer. He did say that he couldn’t wait for his cock to be inside of you.

Coriolanus nodded his head as he threw your dress to the side of the room, standing up to take off his clothes. His eyes racked over your body, taking in your beautiful figure. “You’re so beautiful,” Coriolanus said as he threw his shirt to the floor. He began unbuttoning his pants.

You blushed as you looked up at Coriolanus, biting your lip. “Thank you,” You said quietly. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of your heart fluttering as Coriolanus complimented you. You decided to take it upon yourself to take off your panties. They were soaked anyway so you threw them to the side.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Coriolanus smiled as he removed his pants, kicking them off. You could see the obvious bulge in his underwear, the outline of it becoming a bit intimidating. You may have never seen a penis before but you knew that the average was about 4 or 5 inches. But by bulge alone, you could tell Coryo was more than that. “Unhook your bra for me?” He asked though it definitely sounded like a command. You obliged, taking your bra off. “And now lay down for me, princess.”

You nodded your head, moving so that your head was on Coryo’s pillow. The pillow smelt like him. Like roses and poverty.

Coriolanus took his underwear off, revealing his member to you. It was quite large. You whimpered as you looked at his size. “W-will it fit?” You asked innocently, looking at Coriolanus with doe eyes.

Coriolanus chuckled, nodding his head. “Yes, princess. It may hurt though,” He said, crawling on top of you. The heat from his body radiated onto yours as he positioned himself between your legs, his forehead resting against yours. He gave you a small kiss. “I’ll do what I can though to make it not hurt too much.” He murmured.

“Okay.” You murmured back, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Is this okay?” You asked, looking up at him.

Coriolanus nodded his head. “Of course, baby,” he replied. He reached a hand between the two of you, guiding his cock to your entrance. “Take a deep breath for me and relax.” You did exactly that. And Coriolanus began to ease his cock inside of you, very slowly. You were still so very wet and it took everything in Coryo’s power to not just shove himself inside of you.

You whined at the sensation, feeling the stretch of Coryo’s big cock as it eased inside of you. He was so big and you were so so tight. It hurt quite a bit, making your eyes well up with tears. Coriolanus began to kiss you, trying to distract you from the pain. His lips were so soft and tender, unlike the feeling of his cock which was so hard and so big. When he was inside of you, he stayed still for a few minutes, pulling away from your lips. “You okay?” He asked, his blue eyes filled with concern as he looked at you.

You looked back up at him, biting your lip. “It hurts.” You whimpered.

Coriolanus nodded his head in sympathy. “I know, baby, I know.” He said. “It’ll hurt until you get used to it.” He leaned back in, capturing your lips once more.

You guys lay there for a few minutes, kissing. And slowly, Coriolanus began to move his hips. He eased his cock back out before bringing it back in, causing you to whine from the pain as a few tears slipped out. And eventually, the tears of pain turned into tears of pleasure as the pain began to ease. You gasped, pulling away from the kiss to look up at Coryo. He gave you a small smile as he continued to thrust into you.

“You’re so warm and tight, baby.” He murmured, kissing your forehead as he moved his hips slowly. He couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of your wet pussy around his cock.

You gasped and moaned, feeling his cock filling you up. You finally understand what you’ve been missing out on. Coryo made you feel so full and it began to feel so so good. “Y-you can go faster,” You said.

Coriolanus’s smile turned into a smirk as he heard your words. He positioned himself so he was leaning on his forearms rather than on his hands, bringing his head towards your neck. His hips began to move a bit faster and harder, making you let out a high-pitched moan as his cock hit that sweet spot inside of you. “Fuck, baby.” Coriolanus moaned against your neck, pressing kisses against it. “You’re taking me so well.”

Coriolanus was in heaven. It was he who gets to take your virginity, only he can make you feel so warm and protected and only he gets to make you feel good. Coriolanus was the only one who got to hear your beautiful moans, your lovely voice. Your pussy was just so tight around his cock and you were so wet. He hadn’t had sex in a while and he hadn’t been expecting to have sex with you yet but god he was happy that he was.

“Coryo,” You moaned out, closing your eyes. You moaning his name only made Coriolanus move more frantically.

“Feel so good around me, darling,” He moaned in your ear, unable to help the noises he was making. “Gonna make you cum on my cock like a good girl.”

You whined at his words, meeting his thrusts with your own grinds against him. “Feels so good inside me, Coryo, so big,” You moaned out, putting your face to his shoulder. You pressed a kiss along his collarbone.

“Fuck, baby,” He lifted himself slightly, moving his head to look at his cock plunging in and out of you. He looked back at your face, groping one of your breasts, massaging the nipple with his finger.

You arched your back, moaning Coriolanus’s name. You felt that tightening that you felt earlier in your abdomen. “I-I’m close, Coryo,” You moaned out.

“Me too, baby, me too,” He said, leaning his head to take your nipple into his mouth, massaging the other one. He continued to rut inside of you.

And the sensations were too much, making you let out a very loud moan as your legs began to quiver, your orgasm hitting you harshly and quickly. Coriolanus slowed down his hips, helping you ride out your orgasm. And as you calmed down, he pulled out of you, jerking his cock off a few times before spilling onto your stomach with a loud groan.

And when you both came down from your highs, Coriolanus laid down next to you. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “How was it, baby?”

You smiled, looking at Coriolanus with a lazy smile. “I-it was lovely, Coryo. Thank you,” You said so kindly.

Coriolanus’s heart melted. He kissed your lips before replying. “It’s what the best of best friends do,” He murmured against your lips.

[asocialangel]

pervy boyfriends

bllk boys who would –in my humble opinion– be pretty pervy towards their s/o. 

Shidou, Isagi, Karasu headcanons (low-key nsfw), i tried to be gender neutral but maybe it’s a bit more catered towards afab/fem reader for the Isagi part. 

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Shidou:

Let’s stats by the most obvious of em all 

He is OPENLY and PROUDLY an OFFICIAL PERV

Let’s call it as it is

We haven't seen him talk about lovers canonly yet but i feel like he’d be a monster

This man is ALWAYS making dirty jokes to you

About you mostly 

Oh and public or not, he doesn't care, he if thought of something, you best believe he gon say it, regardless of whether your dad is around. 

He takes a sick pleasure in exposing your kinks to the whole word, especially ones you’ve told him you’re embarrassed about 

He likes it specifically when he says something in a public setting just loud enough so you will never know for sure if people heard him or not

Likes does his team’s goalkeeper know that you like being choked or not ?? You will never be sure ! (And it's not like you're gonna ask him) 

You never really heard it for yourself but you’re quite sure he talks about your sex life to his friends 

Cause multiple times they came up to you and made a joke that was suspiciously real 

“haha Y/N did you have a cat attack your boyfriend’s back ??” “Y/N can you help me out for next week’s anime convention ? I heard you’re quite good at cosplaying”

You even received a leash from a secret santa (you don't have a dog ???)

You’ve tried to ask him about it once, he jokingly said yes, so you never sure he actually meant it 

But you’re scared that if you ask too much he gon make it worse. 

Mind you Shidou is not just an asshole that crosses your boundaries. You had actually told him you were actually kinda into people low key knowing you’re a freak. But you could never say it yourself. So he’s actually nice and thoughtful to his s/o here. 

So yah let's say Shidou is not ashamed to explain to people what his position he likes you in

Also it’s almost obvious atp but he likes dirty talking in uncomfy places cause he knows it takes you very little to get you started, so he’s there getting you horny in the middle of applebees like… 

He likes telling you all the things he’d do to you once you're back home. 

He also often shares the details of how hard he was in the shower this morning thinking about you and how he chose to wait until you guys could do it cause he felt it would be a shame to waste his “precious cum” (his words) anywhere but “your pretty body” (again his words). 

So as I said, certified unashamed pervy boyfriend.

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Isagi:

Now I think this would be an unpopular opinion because everyone and their dad headcanons Isagi as “a sweet caring innocent boyfriend 🥺” and while I agree that is true, he is multifaceted to me. 

To me, he would also be extremely pervy to his s/o, but unbeknownst to them. 

Like the minute you’re turning your back to him, he’s staring fouly at your ass

If you bend down to grab sum, he will not bother to look under your skirt that lifts up or your exposed cleavage. 

But again, he will only do it when he knows you can’t see him. 

He likes watching you doing the most innocent things and adding a double meaning to it in his head

Like you eating a skewer will be something far more dirty in his mind and you whining at the antiseptic on your wound is, in another setting, something way sexier. 

So everytime you see him smile at casual things you do, like getting on your knees to tie your shoelaces, you think wow he loves me so much, but truth is yes he loves you that much, actually way more. 

Isagi will always make the most far fetched double entendres to you, knowing damn well you’re too innocent and maybe head in the clouds to ever get it

So he says it, sees you agree mindlessly, and smiles to himself.

I’m telling you he’s an undercover perv.

Some of his dirty minded friends that have, they too, experience in that field, will sometimes get these double meanings he tells you and chuckle at his reaction to your non reaction. 

Unlike you, THEY know he’s toying with you and tbf they also find it quite cute

Isagi is not the type to put out all your sex life to his friends tho. But sometimes, just sometimes, he will (again) make innuendos about things you’re good at, like doing or like receiving.

But again, when he says it it's with a straight face. 

So his friends are never sure that he actually did mean what he said or if that innuendo was a pure coincidence. 

He just smiles smugly to himself

Also final addition: he knows your weak spots and he plays witit. 

Like he knows you're quite sensitive so he purposefully places the coffee grounds on the top shelf to see you struggle, have you jump around to see it jiggle, watch your shirt lift up and inevitably come to your help by grabbing said item from behind, basically squeezing you between him and the counter, pressing his dick into your ass, knowing damn well that’s enough to have you blush and moan.

But as always, you just think to yourself that he's so nice to help you, and you're so sensitive for reacting to a simple thing. 

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Karasu:

let’s not forget about this pretty boy cause i feel we ALL know he can be so pervy…

To me, this boy is always, ALWAYS touching you 

He alwaysss has a hand on you like at all times TT

Saying hello ? Good morning kiss

He tries to find you in public ? When he sees you he’s gonna make himself known by laying a hand on your hip

He won a match ? You know already he’ll grab your ass when he finds you. 

He does not care about decency or whatever that social construct is: 

If he wants to feel you up, he will. 

Don’t care if his teammates are taunting him, if your friends are here, if a camera is filming

He likes the feeling of your skin on his, knowing you’re real cause he can feel it, feel the friction and the heat 

And he also likes knowing you’ll always be available for him, lending him a kiss whenever he asks for one

He should know by now you're never gonna say no, cause you love him so much, but he’s always looking to be reassured that you are his. 

So with Karasu, it does not stop at hand holding when you're going out

More like, hand holding, stroking your ass, kissing you passionately then placing his hand on your chin, smiling and walking again like normal until five meters further he wants to feel your waist. 

Mind you you tried to tell him this was not socially okay, being so explicit on PDA. His answer ?

Says who ? It’s not like people don't know where to be together. I dont think I'm breaking news to them that we get physical if I kiss you in public. 

“Babe, this is not about the kiss on my cheeks in public. I’m talking about you stretching my shirt collar to look at my cleavage while you’re on half time and a whole literal stadium is looking at you”. 

“What, you want to keep it a secret that I smack you ass naked when I win ?” “Well yeah that's kinda exactly what i'm saying” “Useless to bother hiding, they must know already” 

BUT THEY KNOW CAUSE HE WON’T STOP BEING SO HIGH KEY IN PUBLIC. 

So yeah when I say he’s a perv I mean he won’t bother to wait till behind closed doors. He will whisper in your hearts while grabbing your waist from behind no matter if you are in the middle of ordering coffee. 

At least you’re sue he loves you and won’t mind letting others know

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A/N: yayyy this came up to me as i was falling asleep, Isagi staring relentlessly as your ass the second you turn around and then thought yeah he'd defo not be the only pervy bf in bllk. Hope u like it~~ still have many more things to write.

[yandere-sins]

Stuck in the Nightmare

I really had to think about this prompt because what nightmare could be made worse by a small change? And then I remembered my Obey Me! Phase and how unsettling Barbatos always was to me. And I realized what I had to do.

Fandom: Obey Me! Pairings: Yandere!Barbatos x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Minor Sexual Content (Consensual Groping and Fondling, Mentioning of Sex) Forced Captivity, Abuse of power, Magical Stockholm Syndrom, Mention of breaking a darling, Depiction of feeling sick Prompt: @sintember Horrifying concept, thank you - A small change in the world could be a nightmare.

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"Good morning, Dear."

Your lips curled into a sleepy smile as you felt Barbatos' lips press against your forehead, a kiss so tender it made you long for more. "Morning," you sighed blissfully, prying an eye open to see your boyfriend in all the glory of the morning sunlight shining through the window.

Moving aside, you made room in the bed for him to climb in, and you wasted no time sinking into his open embrace like you did every morning. No words were needed to speak about the happiness and love you felt when you were wrapped in Barbatos's arms, his time so precious, yet he spent every free second of it with you. And you reciprocated his affection as best as you could, squeezing your demon boyfriend until he chuckled about your efforts while you slowly worked your kisses up his throat and to his mouth.

Life's been better since you got to know him. Since you fell in love. Even if you had to spend most of the day apart due to his work, you were never happier waiting for someone to return to you. Barbatos was worth every minute of boredom, every hour of loneliness. He gave back thrice as much as you lost, wondering when he'd be home that night. Thrice as much effort, thrice as much care, and thrice the amount of true, unashamed love and adoration he held for you that you could never expect from a mere human. Although strange, you were thankful for your boyfriend being a demon, never once worried about all the implications it bore.

"What day is it?" you yawned loudly before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. Barbatos brushed his hand over your hair, ever so slightly pressing you against him harder, showing you once again that he wanted you close to him just as much as you, him.

"Sunday, Love. Although it pains me, I'll be busy again today."

His embrace tightened around you a bit further, and it pained you to know how awful he felt about the fact he was too important to get even a single day off. Sometimes you cursed his employer, but Barbatos, gracious as he was, told you how much he cared about the prince you had heard so much about—good and bad. That he was grateful to be the right-hand man of such a great demon. You didn't really get it, but if it made him happy, you wanted to support him, no matter what. Even when it was the last day before you'd have to go back to work, too, and you'd rather spend it with him fully than to miss him like you had all weekend long.

Squeezing him back encouragingly, you nodded into his chest before releasing a long, content breath. "It's fine," you told him, rubbing his back as you felt the tension build in his body from your reply.

"I'm really sorry—”

"It's fine, Barbs. I know this is important to you, and I'm not running away. I'll stay inside today anyway since we're not in the human world, and I have this really good book I want to finish! And we can have dinner together or go star-gazing when you get home!

Immediately upon hearing your reassurance, Barbatos let out a shuddering breath. "I can't hide anything from you. Thank you for being so understanding."

"Of course!" Letting your head fall back, you caught his gaze, so full of tenderness and love, and felt your heart swell with the same wave of emotions. The kiss you shared was worth more than any confession and any thanks—mutual understanding, trust, a silent vow.

His hands brushed down your body, over the curve of your butt, giving it a squeeze that made you giggle against his lips. You gently scolded him for getting frisky with you before he had to leave. Barbatos couldn't help the playfulness in his voice as he promised, "I'll make it up to you and get your favorite food for you before I get to have a taste of my favorite thing in the world."

"Oh, you," you retorted, but the fake annoyance was quickly diminished by another kiss, your bodies heating up wherever they touched, making it harder and harder to get away while stoking the desire inside of you.

"I really got to go," Barbatos huffed against your lips, and you hesitated before pushing on his chest to separate you both.

"Then off with you, stop seducing me in broad daylight!"

He realized you were just joking around with him, yet, with another yearning glance, he briefly pecked your lips before tearing away, leaving an uncomfortable cold where he laid.

"I'll hurry," he assured you, and you smiled, sitting up in the bed. Truthfully, you already missed him, but you knew it was important to him, and so it was important to you.

"I know, don't worry about me."

"Thank you, Love."

With one last kiss to your forehead, Barbatos grabbed his coat on the way out, waving at you with an almost boyish grin. It was a side only you got to see, a side no one would expect from mysterious Barbatos. The real, vulnerable him, he could only show you. It made you feel special. You were special.

"I love you!" you yelled after him, and before he closed the door, he stuck his head through once more, beaming.

"I love you, too."

With that, he was gone, and you were alone in his home. Falling back into the cushions, you pulled the blanket and pillows around you, still faintly smelling Barbatos on them as they enveloped you in warmth.

Who would have thought you could love someone so much, especially someone not human? Sure, it sucked being stuck alone in the Devildom, but it would all be worth it when you got him all to yourself for the whole night again. A tingle went through your body, right to your core, where you still remembered the pleasure he had given you the night before. You could still recall the gentle, loving words he had whispered into your ear while, at the same time, making you see stars by probing and teasing the most sensitive spots on your body.

He wasn't just your boyfriend you doubted you deserved; Barbatos was also a lover beyond any imagination. Thrashing in the sheets, you couldn't believe your luck that someone like Barbatos loved you. That someone so amazing, wonderful, caring, and loving was yours. Because that's what he liked to call himself.

Yours.

All yours, with body and mind, for all eternity, devoted and reverently.

Your eyes filled up as the happiness overwhelmed you, the worries and agony of the past almost forgotten in the warm sunlight of the Devildom. Barbatos told you to stay indoors unless he was with you, and you couldn't wait for the day he'd take you outside and show you his city in all its beauty. Surely, with him by your side, nothing bad would happen to you, and you two would have the most exquisite experiences.

But that was a thing for another weekend.

Today would be a wonderful day of reading and waiting. Waiting for your Barbatos to return.

Slipping out of bed, you reached for the book on your nightstand, only for your fingers to hit the wood instead of the soft cover. "Strange..." you mumbled, vividly remembering putting the book right there on the nightstand. Or did you? Why did you remember reading in it before going to bed when it wasn't there?

Did you read it?

Looking over to the coffee table, you found your book sitting there. You suddenly remembered how you were reading on the couch the night before, then Barbatos coming home and taking you to bed after you had your favorite food.

"And I was reading on the couch because... it was Sunday. Huh?"

Didn't Barbatos say today was Sunday? You usually read your book in bed throughout the week, one chapter before bed being your credo. Taking the book over to the couch was something you only did on Sundays when you had no commitments and could fully concentrate on reading.

But why did you remember putting the book on your nightstand and reading it all day yesterday at the same time? That wasn't possible. Your own memories were betraying you!

"Ow!" a sudden, sharp pain rattled in your brain as you tried to make sense of your thoughts. It made you clutch your head as you collapsed on the bed, pulling in your legs as the pain began to overwhelm you. Something was wrong! You had to call Barbatos; call for help!

But you couldn't move as images flashed before your eyes, images of you laughing with your boyfriend, reading, having your favorite food. Again and again and again. The image of you putting the book on your nightstand was the most off-putting but real one you saw. You had no idea what was going on, but it hurt terribly. You couldn't even open your eyes from the pain, so all you could do was pray.

Barbatos's name was the last thing falling from your lips as you were knocked out by your own thoughts—your own memories. Memories of many days having passed by, all of them the exact same. And they haunted you, even in your dreams, with no chance of waking up without the man who loved you to shake you awake. Telling you everything was okay and it was just a bad dream.

Stuck in your own nightmares, never knowing you had been for a long, long time.

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"The how-many-Sunday is it today?"

"I'm sorry?" Barbatos looked up from the teacup he was pouring, only to find Diavolo watching him from beyond the rim of the report he was holding. The prince's eyes were sharp, almost unamused in how they scrutinized his butler.

"You heard me." Lowering the paper, Diavolo made space for the tea to be served, which Barbatos did without hesitation. "This new exchange student project is based on trust with the other races. How can I explain why I let my butler keep his personal human toy in a constant time loop, locked up forever in my castle, while I preach about harmony and equality? And besides, don't you think they need some time in the real sun for once? I heard it's bad for humans to be cooped up for so long. Longer than possible with their physic, at least."

"Young Master, you are mistaken. The human is my partner, we love each other. Nothing as sinister as you are hinting at is happening."

"Then why repeat the same day over and over? Do you really think I wouldn't know what the constant thrumming of magic in the room I have given you on your request to 'educate the staff' is? I'd wager to say we've known each other long enough to know about each other's dirty secrets, Barbatos."

Standing before him, Barbatos maintained his perfect posture and pristine look, paired with a smile on his face, as he watched his master sip from the tea he had prepared. "Very well, my lord. You are not entirely mistaken, although I must say..."

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, Barbatos pretended to think about something before the smile returned to his lips. A smile said more than a thousand words, and although he only wanted you to see his, Barbatos had to keep up the front.

"If we are talking about preferential treatment, shouldn't you be the first one to give up on their highness, the consort that none of your subjects know about? I feel unfairly judged, considering my amusement loves and adores me, while yours plays the part but fears you. Don't you think we'd be better off keeping these two our own responsibility?"

Diavolo's glare was deafening as the room fell into silence. He'd expected the blowback, although his concern for Barbatos's darling was justified after his own experiences. Lowering the teacup, he sighed, giving a short nod of defeat. A wise ruler knew when to back down, and although the circumstances hadn't been ideal, his beloved was the reason he wanted to unite the races in the first place

"Very well, I won't nag you," Diavolo announced. "Just make sure they don't realize the time loop, or else you know the mess it will cause. We've been through this. Sometimes, it's better not to pretend the world is fine. If they truly love you as you say, they'll love you regardless, even when they realize that the love of a demon can be overwhelming."

"61685."

"Hm?"

"That's how many days they've loved me. I loved them. This time, I won't fail my duties, Young Master. At least, not how I have to you."

Barbatos bowed, as Diavolo couldn't help the sad smile flitting over his face, remembering the wonderful days when his darling had still adored him, never knowing they were stuck in a repeat.

"Then, be careful, Barbatos. One small mistake, and they'll realize nothing was ever real. You better not fail... for their sake."

Taking the advice of the experienced prince, Barbatos returned to his righteous posture, smiling as if the conversation had been petty small talk. The life of a demon was long—it was longer when they were alone. But now that he had you, he'd never have to suffer the same loneliness that had driven so many of his kin mad.

"I will, Young Master. Thank you for the advice."

He didn't pity Diavolo, who had long lost his heart to the most pitiful of creatures—a human who realized the true monstrosity beneath the prince's forced gentleness. But Barbatos wouldn't let it come to this a second time. Wouldn't make the same mistake Diavolo had, misplacing one item which managed to break the spell. He had been too careful, too precise this time.

He wouldn't lose you to such a small mistake, and even if he did...

He'd keep you forever, even if that meant breaking your soul into a thousand pieces until only his love could keep you together.

[randombush3]

the end of the world

alexia putellas x reader

summary: just another one of those toxic relationships (based on 'i want you' by mitski, except i don't know the song very well and went a bit off topic)

notes: me? posting incoherent rambling that i refuse to read again? never.

i couldn't be bothered to fish out my journal or whatever

OH ALSO pls ignore the car. i'm not sure how i feel about the fucking toyota yet.

[...]

You want her. 

Alexia is in between your tensing thighs, strong and steady where you tremble and shake. Hands slide up your canting hips; her tongue through your slick folds. The pressure she bears down on you is almost to take, but you take it anyway. You’d take anything for her. 

You want her, and you know you were never supposed to, but that was a risk you took. You’ll be whipped for it, if not lashed by her tongue then by the agonising cane of her absence. She has been clear about what she herself desires, wants. Unashamed to crave your body, her silence has always met your probe for something more. 

You want to tell her about it, too, as she works so relentlessly, so diligently; as blonde hair suffocates your fingers, winding around them like pythons (dead pythons that you force to constrict, mind).

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” you’d say, and the sole card pressed against your bare chest would flutter to the floor. Its patterned back would mercilessly disappear, revealing the worth of your hand. 

It would be a joker. 

Jokers aren’t allowed in this game – whatever it is you’ve got going with Alexia. The rules are fuzzy, a deliberate haze in your mind that acts as some suicidal fog, but this one is obvious. She couldn’t make it more obvious. 

Jokers are also foolish idiots. The dealer was sick and twisted, but the dealer was Alexia and Alexia is between your legs, and Alexia makes you feel both good and bad. Alexia, with a mouth that rivals her other talents, and her fingers that slide into you with such smug entitlement that you can’t help but whimper. 

You beg her for more – what an addict you are – but she decides it is impossible to give you it, and then she is gone. 

But she’s never really gone. 

You crawl into the shower, sobbing. You’re not sure why you are sobbing, nor how you got here, but the only difference between your tears and the droplets of water falling from the shiny head is that one was asked for. Wanted back. And Alexia’s fucked you up properly this time, because you are comparing yourself to a fucking showerhead. 

Is that how worthless she has made you feel? Is this her punishment for you? 

“We’re starting over.” It sounds out from your doorway. You fall to your knees before she crosses the threshold into your apartment. You’re begging her, but, eyes narrowed and unimpressed, she ignores what you mean, nudging you backwards so that the door can close behind her and you can press her against it. Eagerly, she keens into your mouth, holding your head in place. 

You move your lips with your question but there is no answer in her whine of pleasure. You spell it out and she is unaware, and you could scream it at her, you realise, if you’d like. She’d meet your burning throat with her mouth placed on your skin wrapping around the tunnel into the soul you are trying to bear to her. Your voice would go hoarse but she would be deaf to the words you would repeat. 

And it is your apartment she is in, but you are driving away. There is a car parked outside; a nice, shiny Toyota with decent mileage and a full tank of diesel. The seats are unused and they criticise you for it; why didn’t you make an escape earlier? Alexia is in the house and you are in the car, and the roads are wet like your face as though the sky’s copious amount of weeping is mocking you for being so fucking pathetic. The tyres screech and scratch and the bends grow windier as you drive far away. 

Someplace quiet, you think. A field, empty and far from the constraint of Alexia’s city. You scream, out in the open, “how I love you!” But ‘you’ is only the birds that fly away in terror, ‘you’ is the wind that carries your curse into other lands. 

“I want you,” Alexia gasps. 

You’re not actually in the field – don’t be stupid. Why would you get to be anywhere other than where Alexia has put you? 

“I want you too,” you could reply, turning her words against her because it is her power that will shatter the house of glass she has built around herself. The flip would be unexpected; it would shock her. She’d maybe… run? 

From herself. From you. From many other things that she hides in her glass house – plainly in sight but unreachable and untouchable. If the door were to open, your steps would lead to your death: there is no floor here.

You’d keep falling and falling and falling and tumbling and falling. You’d never reach the bottom of the bottomless pit, because no one is supposed to even try. 

Alexia is in the house and you are in the car. 

Alexia, crystal glass, has value. Yours diminishes the further you go from her. 

But you want her. Oh, how you want her. 

[gwennybriggs]

Untitled Excerpt

For the insatiable Melissa Schemmenti lovers who need new fics:

Here’s a (completely unedited) little bite of a piece I’m working on. Calliope is a server at a restaurant that Joe and Melissa frequent and she’s sick of seeing the redhead treated so horribly.

Melissa Schemmenti x female OC

Warnings: Nasty Joe being verbally gross.

Anyway, more to come soon!

As she approached the table she could already tell it was going to be a rough evening. Joe seemed to already be a little tipsy. She took a deep breath and walked up. “Howdy! Bud light for Joe, and a glass of red for the prettiest lady in Philly.” She placed the respective glasses in front of them and looked right at Melissa just in time to see the blush creep up onto her cheeks. Her shy smile quickly faded as Joe chimed in.

“I don’t know about all that, now. You give her a pretty good run for her money,” he chuckled as he looked directly at Calliope’s chest, completely unashamed. Callie noticed the hurt in Melissa’s eyes before she masked it with a fake smile.

She refused to acknowledge his remark and addressed Melissa instead, “If you ever decide to leave his ass, let me know. I’d treat you right. We having the usual tonight, folks?” She winked at the older woman, ignoring Joe’s glare. Melissa gave a stiff nod and took a large sip from her glass.

It was the same routine almost every Saturday night. Joe would flirt with Callie, Callie would flirt with Melissa. They’d order their usual meals, eat in near silence, chat with Cal about anything and everything when the night slowed down and she had the time. Joe would pay the bill and not tip, Melissa would excuse herself to the restroom to find Callie in the server hallway and slip her $20 so he wouldn’t see.

Once a month, Melissa would dine alone while her husband was out of town on business. On those nights, Cal would drop off a slice of cheesecake or lava cake at the table and tell her the kitchen made an extra by accident. In reality, she used her employee meal to cover the dessert just to put a smile on the woman’s face. Melissa would stay well past close to talk with Callie in the dim lit dinning room, often being the very last customer to leave. Conversation after conversation, Melissa revealed more about her situation with Joe and it broke the server’s heart. She confided in Calliope that she knew he was cheating on her, she just couldn’t find the right time to leave.

[desswright29]

Play me like my name is Fur Elise

Why it's gotta be your way? I want it to be mine What you think this is, foreplay? Must be outta your mind They tell me to ignore it Don't you think that I've tried And I've tried, and I've tried, and I've tried

A/N: This had been sitting in my drafts in finished. And honestly it probably won’t be so I figured I’d just post what I got. And maybe if y’all like it I’ll finish the rest.

The rushing water from the shower head cascaded down the length of her body. The events of the night running heavily through her mind. Flashes of their bodies pressed against one another’s in the backseat of her Porsche causing her body to become heated. Her lower lip finds comfort between her teeth as she allows the water to soothe her aching muscles.

She washes away the filth that was created in betrayal, unconcerned, unashamed. Her mind continuously try’s to interject. Try’s to give her some sort of apprehension about her actions. What happened was wrong y/n. But her body, her body felt oh so right. 

Y/n P.O.V.  

My heart rate increased, as I stared into her eyes across the table of the restaurant. My breathing becoming rugged, irratic. “Shuri..” I whisper “Please don’t do this to me right now. I’m trying. I’m trying to accept the fact that I lost you. Now, you’re telling me you still love me while you’re still with her.”

My watery eyes and pleading convey my emotional turmoil, Shuri's expression falters momentarily, her words caught in her throat. Her own emotions simmer beneath the surface, and she recognizes the pain her sudden confession has unleashed.

Her voice carries a heavy weight of sincerity and regret, her words spoken softly, carrying the weight of her conflicted thoughts.

"Y/n, I...I apologize. It wasn't fair of me to drop this on you so abruptly. The last thing I want is to cause you more pain. I was being selfish..." A huffed laugh leaves my lips.

“Are you getting some sort of sick pleasure from this? From watching me hurt? What do you want from me?”

Shuri's voice carries a soft and earnest tone as she reflects on her feelings.

"I can't deny the feelings I still have for you. I get no pleasure from causing you pain. But, the feelings I have for you are a constant presence, tugging at my emotions and reminding me of the love we once shared. But, I also feel something else...there's this pull towards Riri, this undeniable connection that speaks to my soul. It's not always easy reconciling these two truths, but it's the reality of where I stand."

I bite the insides of my cheeks, nodding in indignation, as a tear slides down my cheek. “Well I’ll do the honors of uncomplicating it for you…and remove myself from the situation.” 

As the tear rolls down my face. I stand from the table grabbing my things to prepare to leave. Shuri's heart aches, her expression reflecting her own anguish. She struggles for words, her voice caught in her throat. She reaches out grabbing my wrist lightly.

"Please. Don't leave like this. We can find a way to work through this, to heal together. Riri and I, we have something special, but so do we. I don't want to lose you, and I don't want to cause you more pain. Can't we find a way to navigate this without losing each other completely?" I freeze as I listen to her audacity. My nostrils flaring as I feel anger take over me.  I control it as best I can recognizing that we’re in a very public setting. 

“Shuri..I don’t want to sit here and confuse you any longer. I’m not an option. I don’t want to be some nostalgic after thought. I’m in love with you Shuri! Do you get that? I love you, and I’ve sat and listened to you go on and on about how much you love the woman you broke my heart with. What am I supposed to be flattered that you love me too? That you were willing to put me through the heart ache of being with her, but her heart is just soooo valuable to you that you can’t fathom the thought of hurting her!”

Her head shakes in trepidation. 

"I never meant to hurt you.” Her words prestented themselves passionately, honestly. 

“I never wanted to cause you pain. I'm trying to be honest with my feelings, to be true to myself and to those I care about. Your love means so much to me, and I care deeply about your well-being. But I can't deny the connection I feel with-“ I cut her off yelling before I had to hear that god forsaken name again.

“I’ve never asked you to Shuri!!! Not once have I asked you to!” The other patrons in the restaurant turned to see what the commotion was. I close my eyes taking a deep breath before speaking in a more controlled tone. 

“I told you I accept how you feel about her. Now what the fuck else do you want from me?” 

"I want you not to give up on us so easily. Don't let our history and our connection be overshadowed by something that happened over a year ago! Can't we find a way to move forward, even if it means redefining our friendship?" My hand slams into the table.

“No Shuri! You’re not getting it! I’ve never wanted to be your friend! I just wanted you! To be with you, to be loved. by. you. You were my EVERYTHING!”

Shuri's heart aches at my raw revelation. Hearing the depth of my longing and heartache, her own voice trembling with a mixture of regret and empathy.

"Y/n, I wish I had known how deeply you’d cared, how much you loved me. I wish I could have loved you the same. But, I can't undo the past, and I can't change the choices I've already made."

My heart dropped into my stomach. I stand staring for a moment not believing what I’d just heard. I’d spent 3 years of my life with this woman and she claimed she hadn’t loved me the same. Silently, I step back from the table, wiping away my tears. I straighten myself and hold my head up high. Snatching my wrist away from her, I turn away and walkout of the restaurant.

I step out of the shower wrapping my towel around my body, walking over to the mirror clearing away the condensation staring at my reflection. I sigh. In retrospect, that should’ve been the end of that conversation. In all actuality, when she walked into that restaurant saw me, and thought to approach I should’ve tossed my Pho in her face and stormed out of there. But, that’s not what happened.

I make it outside into the fresh air, making a beeline to my car before the pain hits me like a brick wall, leaving me gasping for air. I clutch my stomach sinking to the ground in tears.

Shuri, rushed outside intent on finding me. She stumbled through the parking lot calling out to me until she found me crouched down beside my car. The sight shattering her heart, she moves quickly towards me, dropping to her knees beside me. Her voice quivers with emotion as she speaks.

"Y/n, please. I can't watch you like this. You don't have to endure this alone. Let me be here for you."

Reaching out, Shuri gently touches my arm, trying to provide comfort and support. I look into her eyes. To weak to reply. The city lights highlighting my tears.

Shuri tightens her embrace, cradling me close to her heart as I bury my head into her neck, the weight of my tears falling freely. She feels her own pain mingle with a fierce protectiveness. She holds me close, her voice a soft whisper of comfort and strength.

"It's okay, let it all out. I'm here. I'll stay with you."

I grip tightly onto her shirt as I allow the tears to flow. Her hands rubbing comforting circles on my back as we sit on the ground. After a while the tears slow down and I pull away from her neck silently looking up into her eyes. My eyes trailing from hers to her lips.

Her gaze locked with mine as we drew nearer. The world around us seeming to fade into the background, our emotions swirling between love and heartbreak. Time comes to a standstill as our eyes meet, our lips dangerously close.

Then, with a gentle tenderness, Shuri closes the remaining distance between us, melting into my embrace. She presses her lips to mine in a sweet, passionate kiss, an act of love and devotion that transcends the complexities of our intertwined hearts.

I run my tongue gently along her bottom lip asking for permission to enter her mouth.

In that fleeting moment, as our kiss deepens, Shuri surrenders to me. She grants my silent request, parting her lips slightly, inviting her tongue to intertwine with mine. The world around us fading, leaving only the intensity of our shared passion.

Shuri's fingers trace a gentle path along my spine, offering both comfort and anticipation. With a soft shift, she draws me closer, allowing me to settle into her lap. Once i’m nestled securely, her hands find their way to the small of my back, pulling me as near to her as possible.

"Baby" she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of tenderness and vulnerability. "I've missed you, missed this...us. I never wanted to lose what we had."

I moan into her mouth as we continue the kiss until I can no longer take it. 

“The car. Let’s get in the car.” I say

That one statement pulled us into an impossible cycle of toxicity and confusion. Before long Shuri was exiting my backseat with my cream on her pants leg, and my essence all over her mouth. Headed back to her devout girlfriend.

I’d given her one last kiss and told her if she needed me she knew where to find me. 

Her reply:

"Y/n...I...I will need you. Soon."

Now here I was, home, fresh out of the shower unable to get her off my mind…My ex. The Queen of Wakanda, who betrayed me. Cheated on me and left me to be with the woman she’d cheated with. I know. Dumb. 

Y/n dried off oiling down her body, and placing a cute short lounge wear set on. In an attempt to wound herself down she went to kitchen to grab some fruit, and pour a glass of wine before cuddling onto her couch, scrolling through her phone. Her mind continued going back to the feel of them in the back of the car. The windows fogging. The sound of the queens voice begging her to let her have a taste. 

She found herself scrolling through her contacts finding her number, nibbling on her bottom lip as she thought about sending her a message. She knew that Shuri was more than likely home with her girl but failed to care. Her mind and body operated in pure selfishness. Her heart began to race as she typed. Looking over the message, her finger hovering over the send button before Tapping.

Y/n Thinking about you..I miss you.

Shuri had arrived home, sliding into the palace unnoticed. Riri was sound asleep in her bed as Shuri slid into the bathroom as quietly as possible. Her mind was also preoccupied with thoughts of y/n, the memories of their passionate encounter still swirling in her mind. 

Her phone buzzes on the bathroom counter, snapping her back to reality. Eyes locking on the message, a soft smile crossing her face.

Shuri I'm thinking about you too. I can't stop thinking about you. Y/n Did you make it in without your girlfriend seeing you?

Shuri leans against the bathroom counter chuckling to herself as she reads the message.

Shuri I made it in just fine. Riri's already asleep by now, thankfully.

She pauses for a moment, considering how to steer the conversation. 

Shuri I was just thinking about how nice it would be to have you here with me, just relaxing and unwinding.

She chews on her lower lip as she sends the text, wondering how y/n will react. As she receives Shuri’s message she mirrored her demeanor. Chewing on her lip seductively as she typed.

Y/n Glad you made it in without an altercation. It would be nice to be with you right now. I’m cuddled up on my couch alone with a glass of wine wishing you were here.

Shuri smiles softly, envisioning her cozy on the couch picturing herself cuddled up with her as she locked the door to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet before sending another message.

Shuri I wish I was there too, I'm just winding down for the night, thinking about you.

She pauses, considering her words before writing the rest. 

Shuri Maybe we can meet up soon? I'd love to see you again.

Y/n’s stomach flutters as a smirk lifts the corners of her mouth.

Y/n I’d love to see you too. You’re not going to get in trouble are you?

Shuri chuckles 

Shuri She won't find out anything. What if we met up tomorrow? We could grab coffee and just enjoy each other's company. What do you think?

She sends anxiously waiting for a response.

Y/n squeals excitedly as she reads her message eager to be in Shuri’s presence again. I take a deep breath to calm myself before sending another message.

Y/n That’s perfect. I’m off tomorrow. How long do you think you can sneak away for?

Shuri I can sneak away for a couple hours. I'll tell Riri I have a few errands to run.

Y/n That sounds good. Where at? I’ll meet you there so no one sees us riding together.

Shuri How about that cute little coffee shop on the corner of Main Street? There are a few shops around, so we can play it off as if we bumped into each other. Y/n Perfect

Shuri I can't wait to see you.

Y/n I can’t wait to see you either. 

Y/n bites her lip sending the message and finishing the last of her wine.

[artful-aries]

Genshin Impact Headcanons: Ways they show affection (Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao, Itto)

I was having some big brain thoughts about these boys. ​​Feel free to request more characters for this prompt! Or any other ideas too I’m dying to write more about genshin. If formatting is weird then just kill me, I forgot mobile sucks for text posts

​​Diluc

​​You can summarize Diluc’s emotions in one word; Repressed

Diluc loves with his entire being, the overwhelming ache he gets in his chest when he looks at you burns hotter than any fire he could create

​​But conveying this passion…isn’t his strong suit.

​​If words of affirmation are your love language, you’re really going to have a hard time. If you asked him nicely for him to tell you he loves you more he will certainly make an effort, but for a while he will come across as stiff and awkward

He’s much better at showing his affection through subtle means; wrapping you in a blanket when he finds you asleep on a couch at the winery, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, walking you home at night, just general sweet things that could easily be mistaken for platonic actions of you didn’t notice the look of absolute adoration in his eyes.

He would move Dragonspine itself for you if you so much as expressed displeasure at its view, but being able to verbalize his affections isn’t his forte.

​​When he DOES express his affection, it’s so heart achingly tender

​​“The Archons themselves could not keep me from loving you with every fiber of my being, my love.”

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​​Zhongli

​​He’s almost the antithesis of Diluc; this man is ALL about words of affirmation

​​The man practically spits poetry every time he tells you he loves you, and nearly brings you to tears every time

​​“For all the ages I have lived, nothing has made me more certain of the beauty of this realm than your existence. You blossom like violet grass in the crevices of my heart.”

​​He OCCASIONALLY gives you more basic words of affirmation, such as complementing you on your outfit, pointing out how much he enjoys your conversations, etc

​​He definitely goes on monologues about his love for you if you let him, and is completely unashamed of it

​​He’s waited millennia for you, why would he hold back his thoughts now while you’re here to listen?

​​Part of Zhongli is always considering your mortality, so he wants to make sure you know how much you are loved in the short fragment of time your lives collide in the loom of fate

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​​Xiao

​​He’s more like Diluc in that he’s not going to give you many words of affirmation

​​Xiao is a mix of quality time and acts of service as a love language

​​His idea of quality time is…unusual. He’s not used to human customs, so his idea of quality time is literally just hovering around you

​​He doesn’t even strike up much conversation when he does this, he’s comfortable enough to be silent around you

​​If you insist on doing some kind of activity, he will go along with it, though depending on the activity you suggest me might get confused or even flustered

​​As far as acts of service, they aren’t anything grand like giving you massages, buying you flowers, etc

​​He’s straight up going to make it his job to protect you. If he finds out you’re going ANYWHERE that you might encounter hilichurls or other nefarious creatures, you’re not going without him

​​Xiao practically appears before you can even finish calling out his name, he’s ready to do anything to make you happy, even if he won’t admit it outright

​​If you do ever manage to corner him into talking about his feelings, he would answer in a vague way, “As a Yaksha, I shouldn’t interfere with the lives of mortals too much, but I…feel compelled to protect you.”

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​​Itto

​​He’s loud and proud about his love for you, it’s to the point that the Arataki gang is almost sick of hearing your name come from his mouth

​​The downside is that he will also process his love to you to complete strangers

​​“You see that babe over there, that’s my numero uno right there! They’re like the most amazing person you’ll ever meet, which makes them the perfect addition to the Arataki Gang! Don’t get any ideas though since hearing about how awesome they are, they’re waaaay out of your league- hey, where are you going??”

​​When you try to reign him in he doesn’t get it. You’re dating THE Arataki Itto, why can’t he go around town singing your praises?

​​He’s very physically affectionate with you too, you won’t be able to walk three feet without him practically hanging off of you

​​Itto likes doing acts of service too….for better or for worse. He often ropes the boys in to help him with whatever grand plan he’s cooked up, and it always ends in disaster

​​If Shinobu doesn’t practically wring his neck, then he usually ends up on the run from the Tenryou Comission. He’ll say it’s a testament to how much he loves you, Shinobu says it’s a testament to how little he uses his brain to think things through. The jury (you) is still out on the verdict

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[abiiors]

totally not inspired by real-life events... but I am here begging for Jules looking after sick matty pleek. I need to baby that man, and I'm unashamed

noooooo i understand!!! i hope covid has not been mean to you :(

“go away, you’re not supposed to be in here,” matty groans from under the mountain of blankets, struggling to fully breath. 

the room is somehow boiling hot and bitterly cold. he takes a peek at jules' frowning face, and shuts his eyes again. 

“you were calling my name,” her voice floats in on the breeze, garbled as if he's under water and she’s trying to reach him. “you sounded quite weak and pathetic if i’m being honest—”

“oi!”

“scared me a bit.”

matty sighs into the pillow and grimaces when a sweat-soaked tissue touches his nose. he shouldn’t be this disgusted by it. every inch of his skin feels the same—sweat-soaked and grimy and icky. 

a moment later, a cold hand touches his forehead. and then he hears a wince. 

“oh, you’re not doing so well are you?”

“miserable. but you should go. i’ll be just fine—” and then, just to drive home the point, his body breaks into a coughing fit. 

the cold hand moves to his back; jules, stroking down his spine until he can finally catch a breath, get some air in his lungs. it burns, of course. it burns like he's swallowed glass. 

“quit being so stubborn, will you? don’t make me wrestle you into being a good patient.”

“oooh kinky,” matty teases, his voice hoarse and barely even audible. another coughing fit threatens to take over him, but jules holds a glass of water in front of him before that can happen. 

matty looks at her unimpressed face and takes the glass dutifully. 

“i don’t remember calling your name.” he sets the glass aside and tries to prop himself up. jules immediately moves to set a few pillows behind him. 

“well you would if your brain weren’t so fever addled. i reckon it’s melting. because you refuse to listen to me.”

“i’ve listened to you all day!”

“and did you eat when i brought you a bowl of soup in bed or did you make a face?”

“right,” matty pouts, pulls out the last arrow from his arsenal, “are we really gonna do this when i’m on my death bed?”

a laugh tumbles out of jules, surprising them both. she presses a hand over her mouth to stop it, pretends to run a hand over her face to cover it up. “oh now you’re too sick, are you? i though you were ‘just fine’.”

“schrödinger’s sickness,” matty shrugs and silently celebrates when she has to fight another smile.

“alright, how about we make a deal,” jules says and extends her hand towards him, all business-like and serious. “you have some of that soup, let me help you with a quick shower, and then i’ll stay away from you. you won’t get me sick.”

“if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.” he giggles behind his hands like a child. maybe she's right, maybe the delirium's really getting to him. 

jules huffs, close to defeated. “you’re impossible. why won’t you let me baby you, hmm? is it really so bad to lean on someone else?”

“okay,” matty holds his hands up weakly, defensively, “fine. deal.” and even though her peeved expression is highly entertaining, he keeps his laugh to himself. “how could i ever say no to you.”

“you have,” she points out, “multiple times, if i may add! and quit flirting. it’s time to let me do my job.”

“and what job is that?”

“nursing you back to health. making sure you don’t waste away like you so obviously want to.”

“and will you be by my bedside in a slutty nurse costume?” matty snorts, “you have the legs for it.”

rapidly, jules mutters the words “delirious” and “impossible” among others under her breath, but he don’t miss the way her face splits into a smile. how she shakes her head. especially not the fondness in her eyes when she pulls the blankets off matty and holds his shivering body closer. 

without hesitating, he curls into her, into the crook of her neck, trying to fit herself into any cavities of her body that will have him. anything for her warmth. 

“i’m going to give you so much grief the next time i’m sick,” jules declares, then cuddles him a little closer. 

matty kisses the exposed part of her neck, resting his head in the crook. “is that a threat, darling? because i know how much you love being babied—”

“shush, aren’t you supposed to have a sore throat?”

a moment later jules pulls him out of bed, letting him lean his weight onto her until they're finally in the bathroom and he can sit on the lid of the toilet. she flits around the bathroom gathering things. matty watch her—he watches the crease between her brow and the stray hair falling out of her bun. he watches where her t-shirt slides off her shoulder to expose a collarbone and the was she licks her lips when she’s thinking. 

and when his sweat soaked skin breaks out into goosebumps once more, he knows it’s not the fever. 

[financeprincess]

I’m so excited for fall. I go full unashamed Basic Bitch Mode in the fall. And the fashion is the best. Chai lattes, pumpkin spice everything, Lululemon & Uggs, plaid mini skirts, sick jackets, leather gloves, tights, knee high socks, leather boots, scarves, book bags, spooky vibes, candles, chilly air, baking, driving through the colorful trees, reading books, rain, turtlenecks, sexy spicy perfumes that almost smell like cologne, rewatching Gilmore Girls and Harry Potter and Twilight, dark red lipstick and nails, I want all of it!!

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine having an extremely flirty relationship with Joshua but neither of you knowing exactly what it is

You were a family friend of The8's studying in Korea. As you didn't know anyone The8 had helped you out a lot and his members had pretty much adopted you. They always invited you out to dinner and any social event to make you feel at home. You got to know his members well and very quickly something began to develop between you and Joshua. You were both foreigners adapting to the Korean lifestyle and were pretty honest about your attraction to one another. You'd flirt and check each out and now it was a running joke the members all openly teased you about and Joshua was pretty proud and unashamed of it. Today you were meeting The8 for dinner after class and he told you to come and wait at a place where they had a fansign. He said it'd be easier and better for you to wait backstage than outside in the cold. You showed up at the fansign and went backstage, the staff recognised you and let you through immediately. You were shown to a table just off-stage where you could do some work on your laptop. You could see the members on stage but were hidden from the fans...however one member spotted you immediately.

"Jealous?" a voice asked appearing beside you and you knew who it was instantly. You smirked "nope, why should I be?". Joshua shrugged "i just thought it might be hard seeing all these girls flirt with me". "If that's what's been happening? It looked more like fans appreciating you". Joshua smiled "yes but a lot of them find me attractive so they flirt with me". "Just imagine that" you said pretending to be shocked and Joshua rolled his eyes "I know you find me attractive too y/n" and he rushed back on stage. You shook your head at his words, used to this playful banter and carried on with the essay you were writing They were on the last part of the fansign now and the members all changed seats. Joshua ended up nearest to the stage exit where you were sat. He noticed this and kept smirking, trying to catch your eye whenever there was a break to distract you from your work. When you did look up he asked you for water but when you went to toss it he shook his head and rushed over to you. Then he saw you had a Starbucks and smiled "can I have some?". You smirked "no! It's mine". Joshua began to whine "aww come on I'll take you for one after this". "I'm going for food with The8 after this". "Ditch him for me" Joshua smiled and you smiled back "no but if you ask nicely you can have a sip of my drink". "Pretty please with sugar on top y/n?" he asked batting his eyelashes at you. You handed it to him and he smiled "you really are the kindest, smartest, prettiest, most humble..." he started when the staff called they needed him on stage. You took your drink back from him and he gasped. "What? You don't have time anymore so mine" and smiled. Joshua put his hand over his heart shaking his head at you before rushing back outside. After the fansign Joshua came over to you swaggering a little. "So The8 says I can come with you for dinner" Joshua said with a huge smirk on his face and you shook your head "you mean you forced him into letting you come?". Joshua shook his head "not at all! He loves me and so do you". You rolled your eyes but before you could speak Scoups called "Joshua stop flirting and come here!". That did make you blush to know all the members were waiting for him but Joshua just smiled "I'll be back" and with a wink he rushed away. Jeonghan and Wonwoo also tagged along to the meal and neither you nor The8 minded. You were having a nice time, sat next to Joshua of course which always seemed to happen whenever the two of you went anywhere with the group. You were pretty much lost in your own world, flirting a lot when Joshua went to the bathroom and Jeonghan had a burning question. "So when are you and Joshua going to actually get together?" he said "I'm just asking because frankly I'm sick of him going on about you and I'm hoping if you date him he'll settle down". You smirked "I'll consider it if you tell me what he says about me". Jeonghan nodded "okay well he really likes your hair and your eyes. He always says you look like some cool vampire or something and he nearly died when he saw you in leggings". The8 snorted and hit Jeonghan who just smiled "what? It's true". Joshua appeared "what’s true?". "That you nearly died seeing y/n in tight clothes" Wonwoo replied blankly. Joshua paused before nodding "that is true". You laughed at his honesty and he shrugged "I think it's no secret I think y/n's attractive. Is this news to you y/n?". "Well no " you nodded and Joshua nodded "see" and smiled. "Do you want me to continue?" Jeonghan asked and you shook your head "we can continue it in private but I'm afraid I have to leave now"."Awww what? But you can't go!" Joshua cried and you smirked "I've got work!". Joshua groaned "fine but I'll walk you" and he grabbed his jacket. "We're not paying for you" Jeonghan said and Joshua passed them his wallet before standing up beside you "let's go". "So what were you and Jeonghan discussing?" Joshua asked falling in step with you. You shrugged "you of course". Joshua smiled "you're making me blush! What about me?". "He was telling me all the things you say about me when I’m not around". Joshua smirked "oh yeah? What did he tell you". "He only told me you like my hair, eyes and think i'm a vampire". Joshua shook his head "wow he didn't even scratch the surface!". "Care to continue then?" you asked and Joshua nodded. "I talk about you a lot, mainly saying y/n looks so cute or y/n looks really pretty or y/n looks really good...you know all the important stuff. I also disappear to talk to you a lot and they said my famous last words on a night out are, be right back just going to say hi to y/n". You chuckled "you're a terrible friend". "Then date me and I can start being a better one" Joshua replied. You rolled your eyes "so it's my fault you're a bad friend?". He shrugged "all I'm saying is my attention is on you so much I can't focus on them. The only solution is a date ASAP". "Or you can get better at multi-tasking" you replied "I'm here, see you around Joshua" and you disappeared into your building leaving Joshua outside watching you go. The two of you had always had a playful relationship and so you never took Joshua seriously when he said you should date him or asked you out. You figured it was just another joke but it wasn't. Joshua was deadly serious but he wasn't sure how to convince you of that. He'd been trying for a while now to get you to realise that but it wasn't working. 

All night Joshua thought about how he could make you see he was serious and he thought of nothing else. Luckily he was due to meet you after work the next day. You were going to see a movie and he told you to come to their building and wait in their dressing room area. Sure enough when he'd finished recording he came to find you sitting there. His heart leapt when he saw you and after singing lyrics about being in love all day he decided enough was enough. You smiled when Joshua walked in and jumped up "hey, you ready to go?". Joshua nodded but didn't say anything. "The film doesn't start for an hour so I thought we could grab something to eat first" you said but still Joshua didn't reply. "Joshua?" you asked confused "are you okay". He bit his lip and turned to you "look can i ask you something?". You nodded "shoot". "What are we doing?" he asked and you paused "well what do you mean?". "We've been flirting for months and I've asked you out tons of times but you just brush it off. Do you like me or am I just annoying you and you're too polite to tell me to leave you alone? If you want me to stop I will I just want to know". You gaped "I...you never annoy me and I don't want you to stop". Joshua paused "you don't". You shook your head "no...I really don't. I was just never sure if you were serious or not" you admitted. Joshua smiled in relief his confidence coming back. "Great...so you want me too?" he asked moving closer so he was stood right in front of you. "I wouldn't say that" you said smirking up at him and Joshua grinned "then why are looking like me that?". "Like what" you asked your smirk faltering and he smiled. "All hungry and dark. Plus the way you said you didn't want me to stop was so instant and your voice deepened as did the look in your eyes...eugh I want you so much y/n" he groaned and you blinked up at him. You could see the truth in those words by how Joshua was staring at you and hearing him say that made you feel tingly. Joshua was clearly waiting for a signal for you and you finally gave it to him. "Then do something about it like you should've done this whole time". Joshua's eyebrow twitched but that was all the surprise he showed before kissing you. He pressed you up against the wall rapidly and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Joshua was more aggressive and rash than you expected but it just made it better. You were quickly lost in your own world of each other and it had been a long time coming. Joshua could feel himself starting to get more and more excited and he pulled away before things got too far. Joshua leaned back and looked at you "was that enough of something or would you like to come back to my place?". You blushed at what you'd gotten yourself into but nodded "I'm not totally convinced". Joshua grinned and took your hand "just wait till I'm done with you" and tugged you to the door. You made it back to the Seventeen dorm rapidly and Joshua led you to his room. On the way some members spotted you and Scoups grinned "finally hooking up?" he called joking but Joshua nodded. "Yeah so wear headphones, we're gonna be a while" and Scoup's jaw dropped "wait really?". Joshua shot him a look before wrapping an arm around you and taking you upstairs. Scoups turned to The8 who smiled "I have no words except it's about damn time". 

It was about time indeed.

[some-weird-queer-writer]

I’m kind of sick of thin SoC character art

I mean, Kaz I get. Jesper, sure. Wylan, I’d like to see some more realistic body types but there’s little to work with from the book in either direction.

But Nina? The canon curvy and chubby queen who is unashamed of her love of food? Show me her love handles!! Show me her double chin!! Show me her thighs!! Matthias? The big burley guy whose initial personality trait is pretty much just Big? Show me his beef! Show me his physique!

Inej? The icon who is so strong she can pull herself up a practically flat wall with her fingers and toes? Sure, she’s ‘lithe’ but that does not mean skin and bones y’all! Give me her muscles!! Give me broad shoulders and thighs so strong even if they look chubby!

These people are not sticks. They have fat and muscle and curves. Diversity matters. Consider spicing up your art a bit, especially when canon gives you such great characters to work with.

[morfitties]

Sometimes I get fixated on movies and watch them multiple times.

The first time I watched Dead Poet Society was with my best friend- I knew nothing about it, only that she loved it, it was one of the few movies I had never seen spoilers for and I’m so thankful for that. The first time you watch something and you make assumptions about what will happen; I thought Keating would replace Nelson and maybe Todd would grow up to be an english teacher and Neil an actor, maybe Meeks and Pitts would actually be the creators of the drone or something, I thought that maybe Charlie wouldn’t have to keep protecting them, that he could live with comfort, that Cameron would grow and learn and that Knox would lose his stupidity but not his dramatics.

I didnt expect a story about 7 boys and a very special teacher, about finding something you love that you’ve not truly seen before, of being unashamed of what you love, of not being enough to save someone, of feeling like you have no choice, of being left behind.

I’ve rewatched it a lot since then- me and my best friend actuallt watched it jjst the other day and talked about the movie all through the movie.

There’s a weird sense of comfort knowing that the ending is sad, knowing that if nothing else it is realistic and that it isn’t lying to you. Watching the lead up to Niel’s death, seeing him lie to Keating and when he finally acts in front of his friends, the amount of pride the people who loved him had for him, up until the argument that acts as the trigger to what ends Neil’s life.

The movie spends roughly twenty minutes exploring the people that are left behind.

The scene with Meeks, Pitts, Knox and Cameron in the doorway while Charlie tells Todd is heartbreaking because you can SEE the tears and the grief, you can see Charlie, despite being the humorous one, being the way to tell Todd that the person who helped him see what he was missing was dead. The fact that we only see Todd getting told, that we only see the last person to find out, it feels final and that hurts.

The scene in the snow is the nail in the coffin for me emotionally. Todd finally yawps but his yawp is for his dead best friend, the group themselves are torn apart after everything. In the church when everyone is crying but singing apart from Charlie, who just stares at his book. When Cameron and Charlie fight and Charlie gets kicked out and sent to military school and everything about this movie makes me sick to my stomach with emotion.

I basically just needed to rant about this movie, quite honestly. It feels so tenderly bittersweet, like looking back to when you were younger and wondering who else you could’ve been if certain things never happened. The boys feelings at the ending feel like that to me because none of them quite want to believe it. In a weirdly dramatic way it fully encapsulates what it’s like to have friends be torn apart- albeit most don’t have quite such drastic reasoning. But the wondering, if you possibly knew it was the last time that you would see them, would you change everything you did or said?

I fucking love this movie.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S oh my god I’m going bananas

So I’m mainly thinking about TFA Seb who has made it his mission in life to make Chris go crazy. Drawn out, narrowed eyed looks, obscene lips curled for a second too long around the head of a beer bottle, innuendos and dirty jokes all made to make the night last forever.

They’re not even dating! But Seb knows that Chris likes him, and he also knows that Chris is too scared to make the first move. So he makes it absolutely fucking unbearable. It all comes to a point when they realize that it’s easier for Chris to just stay at Sebastian’s rather than take the hour’s drive home. So when Chris asks if Sebastian has any pajamas he can borrow, Sebastian just looks at him with a smirk.

“I don’t usually wear them, so no.”

“Well, what so you sleep in?” He asks, confused.

“Chanel No. 5.” Seb says, a fucking evil smile on his face.

Chris might seriously pass out.

“Unless I’ve got someone over. Then I usually get… preoccupied…” Sebastian continues, and Chris can feel his blood pressure hit the ceiling. It gets worse when Sebastian narrows his eyes and his grin gets bigger.

“You okay, Chris? You’ve gone a bit red…” His voice is innocent and sweet like honey, and Chris isn’t sure this is real.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” His stutter gives him away immediately, and Sebastian giggles.

“You sure?” He asks, getting up from the chair and sitting down next to him. Chris can’t fucking breathe. He just nods. Sebastian puts a hand over his forehead like he’s checking if Chris is sick. They both know he’s not.

“You feel a bit hot… D’you want something to help you cool down?”

This time, there’s no response. Chris is pretty sure his brain has just shut off at this point.

“Oh, I know.” Sebastian gasps, like he hasn’t been teasing Chris for hours now. “You’re flustered, aren’t you?” Sebastian’s eyes are dancing with mischief, and Chris is so lost in them he can only nod.

“Poor boy. You’re all riled up, and you just want someone to help.” It’s not a question. In a split second, Sebastian is straddling Chris’s lap, his arms wrapped around his neck.

“You’re just needy, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He tilts his head, and Chris can see something black beneath his shirt. Sebastian notices his confusion and giggles again.

“You see something? Yeah, honey. I wore something special for you. Wanna see it?” Chris nods dumbly, because his mouth can’t do anything but wonder how Sebastian’s skin would feel under it.

Chris is fucking floored by what he sees when Sebastian pulls off his shirt. Pretty, delicate black lace sits cupping his chest, and Chris can see more peeking out from under his jeans.

“You like what you see?” Sebastian taunts, but is cut off because Chris finally finds his brain. He kisses Sebastian breathless, hands tight on his waist.

“Fuck yeah I do.”

Oh my fucking god

I love this idea! 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Like, viscerally, I love, love, love this. I love flirty Seb. I love playful and teasing Seb. I, as we all know, am very much gone for submissive and sweet Sebastian but am also so fucking down for bratty, daring, and flirty Sebastian.

There's just 🤌🏻something🤌🏻 about him.

I wanna smack him around, and you know he'd like that.

Just having Sebastian flaunt himself, daring and bold and unashamed, he knows he's wanted, so why not? He's just toying with Chris, waiting for him to snap, and that--that moment where Chris resolves shatters, that's the moment Sebastian is looking for. That's what he wants. He wants him to be unable to take it anymore, and then he wants Chris to make him take it 😮‍💨

Christ 🥴🥴

They're too much. What a fucking pair. Complete trouble. I can't believe them. Ugh!

Thank you for bringing bratty Seb back to the forefront of my mind. I will be consumed by thoughts of him once more.

[misswifi]

Sending this song out to everyone because I feel like everyone should see and hear this.

Just a reminder that it is okay to not feel ok all of the time<3

I've been having a tough time this last few weeks sickness, chronic pains and just over all bad mental health for the last while. This song reminded me to never lose faith in God even when I am struggling..

"Lie number 1 you’re supposed to have it all together✝️

And when they ask how you’re doing just smile and tell them “never better”👏

Lie number 2 everybody’s life is perfect except yours🥰

So keep your messes and your wounds and your secrets safe with you behind closed doors💐

Truth be told💗

The truth is rarely told🌻

I say I’m fine, yeah I’m fine oh I’m fine, hey I’m fine but I’m not✝️

I’m broken💫

And when it’s out of control I say it’s under control but it’s not🥰

And you know it💕

I don’t know why it’s so hard to admit it🌺

When being honest is the only way to fix it🥳

There’s no failure, no fall💓

There’s no sin you don’t already know✨️

So let the truth be told✝️

There’s a sign on the door saying “come as you are” but I doubt it💐

If we lived like it was true every Sunday morning pew would be crowded🌻

But didn’t you say the church should look more like a hospital💕

A safe place for the sick and the sinner and the scarred and the prodigal🥰

Truth be told🤩

The truth is rarely told😍

Am I the only one who says…👏

Can I really stand here unashamed💖

And know that you love for me won’t change🌺

Oh God If that’s really true💫

Then let the truth be told"✝️

Remember that God loves you and to always feel closure in Him and only Him. Even if you start to doubt things won't get better...

God's plan for you is in the working!!