#this is making me feel feverish like its all so funny

[geoledgy]

Does anyone want to hear about me and my friends' insanely intricate Breaking Bad Geoscience AU about Walter White being a former volcanologist with silicosis who turns to fracking and finds Jesse Pinkman siphoning gas with a tube at a gas station

[randomartsideblog]

Sunflowers 🌻 (Vent-y)

[angelltheninth]

Feverish Simon Riley Confesses to You

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, sickness, fever, confessions, size difference, washing, teasing, slightly suggestive, delirious!Simon

A/N: I love this trope in anime, its always so fun to watch the love and care of one character and the other just blurting out what they're feeling.

Its very unlike Simon to get sick to the point of being unable to leave his home

Of course he gets sick from time to time, even on missions but its never anything major that he doesn't shrug off in a few days or less

You were very worried when you found out that he was running a high fever and in bed for a few days now

"Ah... sorry, I didn't call you cause I didn't wanna get you sick. Thanks for stopping by but I don't really need nothin', just some rest." He was saying all of this while his clothes clung onto his body from the sweat caused by his fever

Clearly he wasn't anywhere near being healthy

The way he was stumbling after you as you entered his apartment didn't help his case either

Luckily for you it made it easier to usher him back into bed

He kept complaining the whole time, even after you told him that you were only gonna stay a little bit to make him some food, he still thought you could get sick

Begrudgingly he agreed to let you cook for him

However when you got back into his room you almost dropped the soup because he was sitting in bed half naked and wiping his sweat off with his shirt

He might be unmatched when it comes to his military and soldier work but he is helpless when it comes to taking care of himself

You had to set the tray down and quickly push him towards the bathroom to take a shower before he makes himself worse, "We taking a shower together? Okay. Little early but I'm not one to judge."

And he was flirting too, made it hard for you to tell which one of you was burning up

Even worse he walked out in only a towel, past you like you weren't even there and to his closet to get dressed in clean boxers

Walked a little funny so you assumed his fever must be getting to him again, you couldn't risk him collapsing so you walked him to the bed to lay down, only he pulled you down with him

Damn, even while sick he still had this much streangth

"Don't get sick cause of me 'kay? I love you too much to want that for you." He mumbled against the crown of your head and planted a kiss there, "Won't get sick if I kiss here right?"

You were absolutely stunned by his actions and his words, this... had to be the fever talking, yeah, that was it, he just needed to get better and he'll be his old self again

"You have... a really nice ass." Okay! Yup! Most definitely the fever getting to him hard

Thanking him the best you could you pushed off, swooning when you saw his lovesick smile

It would be so wrong to kiss him now, even if the way he was acting made it seem like he wanted to

You'll ask him again when he's feeling better, who knows maybe you can get an actual kiss

This proved to be a bad idea though because you ended up getting sick anyway, having the tables flipped and needing Simon to take care of you

[soaps-mohawk]

Sooo hear me out hear me out, its rotting my brain.

Reader knowing Price/Gaz/Soap are out on a mission and they wake up sick and just want someone there for them. So they “sneak” into Simon’s room and curl up in his bed, just wanting be around something comforting. Simon comes back to find them all snuggled up in his scented blankets. “What’re you doing here, love?” Finally pulls back the covers and finds them sweaty hot, feverish, clearly sick. They wake up with grabby hands at him, tears in their eyes. Simon gets to open up a little and be all sweet on them like the good Alpha he wants to be while everyone else is gone.

-🍯🧈

The way he'd immediately get defensive cause he can just tell that *something* is off in his room when he first walks in. He'd immediately think the worst and assume it's some barrack bunny or someone else attempting to be funny until he pulls back the blankets and finds the reader.

Total shift though, because he's definitely not expecting the reader to be there and he's going to think something happened or something's wrong, and he'll pick up on those tells real quick.

He's taking the reader to Dr. Keller first to be sure they're not dying or anything. (It's nothing serious, just a little bug.)

The way he'd have to talk himself into it but just pout up at him all teary-eyed, and he'll give in quickly. He's making sure the reader gets plenty of liquids and medicine and cuddles? Maybe if he's feeling supportive lol. Maybe if the vibes are right and the stars are aligned. Bet your ass he'd sleep on the floor and make sure reader's still breathing every couple hours.

[pyr0-kai]

heyy would you do a fic where derek danforth do coke off of reader body and then fucks the shit out of her?

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Hey there beautiful people, I’m back from the dead! This my first time ever writing smut! But i am so down bad for Derek, it’s not even funny.

Thanks for the request 🫧 anonymous 🫧 <3

If you’re a minor, Skip this post!

I am not responsible for what you read/choose to read!

Mine.

Derek Danforth x afab!reader

(I do believe no pronouns used, a few uses of Y/N though)

let me know if I forgot anything.

(Derek gifs are mine :3)

Unprotected sex, Fingering, coke/drug use

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Derek Danforth.

Infamous Billionaire scammer. Sure he had plenty of people working around both his business and his various mansions, but you…

You were special to him. Derek always seems to be peeking at you when he was around. It wasn’t innocent either, he loved the way the uniform you wore cradled your ass. Or just how innocent you look as you smiled at him. It didn’t go unnoticed by you either. You couldn’t deny how hot he was, and just the way he seemed to look at you, almost like a predator admiring its prey.

But no matter how many different sex workers he brought in, nothing cured his want, his need. He needed you.

After a seemingly extra stressful day for Derek, assuming by all the yelling and such that you heard, Derek stepped out of his office.

“Y/N, come here.” He called, pointing, motioning for you. Smirking as you entered his office, door swinging and clicking shut behind you.

As Derek looked at you, there was definitely something in his eye, almost predatory, like a lion. He moved closer to you as you leaned against a wall.

“You know Y/N, I like you a lot. Never questioning me, always doing what I ask. And your little smile you give as people walk by….”

He spoke, smirking as he saw you blushing. He placed his hands on your hips, eyes gazing towards your lips.

“T-thank you Sir…” you replied, blushing even more as Derek’s hands gripped your hips.

“Please… you don’t have to be professional with me like that… Say my name. Now, you’re wondering what I called you in here for i’d assume?” Derek asks.

“Yes s- Derek…” you responded. Derek pulled you closer to him, so you could feel something rub against your thigh, sending a jolt between your legs.

“You don’t understand what you do to me~. Always in my head. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about just bending you over my desk and taking what I want. I want you. I need you.” he growls in your ear. Bringing on hand up to hold your cheek as he kissed you, grinding a little against your clothed thigh. You tried to hold back a small moan, kissing him back.

You couldn’t help but whimper out between the kisses. “Do it… Derek Please…” and thats all he needed to hear.

With a smirk, not breaking the feverish make out, he lead you over to his desk, quickly swiping things out of the way. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, motioning for you to take it off, as he took off his green suit vest. Derek couldn’t help but just stare for a moment, admiring you shirtless as he dug something out of his pocket. White powder.

“Are you really gon-“ you began, but he cut you off.

“Fuck, I need a hit. Just fucking let me.” he growled. Laying it out across your chest, snorting it. He wiped his face and coughed.

You watched him, blushing red.

“Now. You just be a good girl and take it. Alright?” Derek spoke. You nodded in response. “Use your fucking words”.

“Derek… please.” You whine. He can’t help but smirk. He, unbuckled you belt, helping slide off your pants. Derek smirked as he saw the wet spot on your underwear, swiping his finger across it, listening to you whimper. “Don’t tease me… please…”

“You’re always so kind to me… I guess you do deserve a reward” Derek chuckled, pulling down your underwear quickly. Swiping a finger across your wetness, he rubbed his thumb against your clit a bit before sliding a finger inside of you. Derek groaned at just how wet you felt just around his finger. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out of you. Enjoying the pretty sounds you made.

“M-more…. Please.” You said between moans, gripping the edges of his wooden desk tight.

“Are you close Y/N? Gonna fucking cum for me, around my fingers?” Derek asked, as he added another finger inside of you, moving them faster, bumping against your sweet spot. “Fucking cum around my fingers. I want to watch you before I stretch you out with my cock” Derek growled into your ear, sending you over the edge, moaning out his name as you came “D-derek, fuck~!”.

He smirked again, slowly taking his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth. “Fuck… You taste just as sweet as you look~” he teased, watching you blush. Without another word, he slid down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free.

“Are you ready~?” Derek asked.

“Fu-fuck yes please.” You replied, looking down and staring a bit at his cock. Derek quickly flipped you over, so you were laying against his desk. He grabbed your ass tightly as he slipped inside of you, giving you time to adjust to the size of him.

“Fuck… you’re perfect, it’s like you were made for me…” he said, biting back moans. His pace gradually increased. Thank god his mansion has thick walls, as the sound of him groaning in your ear, and skin slapping against skin filled his office. Soon enough, you were close again. Derek could tell, so one of his hands that was firmly holding your ass, slid down so he could play with your clit. You came with another loud moan, Derek helping you ride out your 2nd orgasm. You could tell he was close, as he huffed and moaned right next to your ear, hips stuttering as he filled you up.

He slipped out of you slowly before pulling up his pants and boxers. Then moving to help you get dressed again. Once you were dressed, he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, lighting himself a cigarette and whispering one last thing in your ear.

“Mine…”

[starryeyedadmirer]

Could you make a stuffing story about this?

✨Y’all, don’t hate me, but this has been in my inbox since July of last year. I’m so sorry I’ve been sitting on it for that long… but, I’m in the process of writing a full story for it. I promise. Also, thank you to @nvtwhalk07 for this amazing edit you’ve done! Anyway, here’s a snippet of what I’ve got:

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Kit stood in the kitchen, doubled-over against the bar counter, his massive stomach stretched to its limits... the aftermath of yet another epic stuffing session, orchestrated by his adoring partner, Joe. His elbows resting on the cold granite, Kit struggled to keep his balance.

The couple's stuffing sessions were typically hot and intense, never failing to push Kit's body to its limits. He was accustomed to the extreme bloating, feverish sweats, and unrelenting gassiness that plagued him after each trial... but this time, Kit had eaten more than he ever had before, and his digestive system wasn't prepared to take on such a hefty load.

Large chunks of solidified food and pools of sloshing liquid made their presence known inside his swollen belly, turning and shaking inside of him as though his stomach were a compact tumble-wash... but, in spite of his intense discomfort, Kit tried to play it cool, putting on his best pokerface, in an attempt to conceal his agony.

With a strained smile, he turned on his charms, concealing his discomfort. "Wow." He sighed, taking a moment to catch his breath. "That stuffing session was amazing. Look how big and round I am right now."

Joe looked over at him, a mix of amusement and concern on his face. Kit had become much larger than he was the last time Joe had attempted to make his gut burst, having consumed an excessive amount of food. "Are you sure you're okay, Kit?" Joe asked, genuinely worried about his well-being.

"I'm sure." Kit replied, his voice strained. "You've really outdone yourself this time, sweetheart. I'm massive!"

It was true. Kit had greatly surpassed his previous threshold, having gulped down the better portion of Joe's large feast during his feeding, which left their refrigerator almost barren. He had indulged in a bounty of homemade dishes, savoring every mouthful... but now, faced with his oversized belly, in the wake of his gluttonous feat, Kit longed for some relief.

Still maintaining his facade of nonchalance, Kit continued, his voice a seductive whisper. "Once I find the strength to move again, I expect this belly to be showered with love... the way you always do it. And... I think my belly button deserves some attention too, this time. I've earned that much, don't you think?"

His navel had been overlooked for far too long, having gone completely untouched for months. Joe used to adore his belly button — the way it looked; it's funny smell; the bitter taste of his flesh; the way that the tight hole would hold onto his fingertips — but, for some unknown reason, he'd simply stopped looking after it. Kit missed the days when he'd wake up to the feeling of Joe's tongue burrowing it's way down into the deep pit, and eating it out... all of the thorough shower cleanings, and sensual fingerings. Having fervently devoured his grande meal, he felt as though he'd proven himself worthy of receiving that kind of affection once again.

Joe, still gazing at Kit, with a mixture of pride and desire, rose from his stool. Like a cat, he tiptoed around the stretch of the bar — his wool-socked feet hardly making a sound against the tiled floor — and approached Kit from behind. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Kit's body and placed his hands on his lover's engorged stomach, feeling the gravity of it's weight, and it's radiating warmth beneath his touch.

Slowly, he began to circle Kit's navel with his fingertips, applying a slight pressure to the area around the hole. Kit felt like he might burst — still doubled over, his breath labored — and yet, the feeling of Joe's hands against his skin sent a shiver of delight down his spine. His eyes fluttered closed as he relished in the euphoric sensation... the heaviness of his belly all but disappearing in his partner's firm grasp. Joe's fingers worked into his flesh, as though he were a large lump of clay — his hands gliding smoothly over the expanse of Kit's bloat, molding it. With each gentle stroke, he felt his discomfort fade away, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure.

Keeping a tender hold on Kit's midsection, Joe lifted him up from his slump against the countertop and turned him around, so that he could rest his back against the cool surface, and draw some of his tension away of his aching spine. Desire gleamed in Joe's eyes as he slowly knelt down and gave Kit's belly a shower of loving kisses, his hands massaging either side of his lover's bulging abdomen. Kit watched with excitement, his discomfort a thing of the past. Joe's tongue delved deep into the crevices of Kit's belly button, exploring every nook and cranny that the had been etched into the walls of the dark hole during his infancy. It was absolutely filthy, having gone unwashed for months — each wrinkle bearing a new bitterness.

The sensory overload only amplified Kit's pleasure, causing him to squeeze out a small, pungent fart, in a moment of heat. "Oof! Sorry." He muttered, acknowledging his accidental emission as he fought to catch his breath.

Instead of reacting with disgust, Joe encouraged him, his lust unwavering. "No... don't apologize." He murmured, his voice filled with adoration. "You're so tight. Make yourself comfortable."

Joe's worship continued, his tongue swirling in large circles, exerting a immense force against the edges of Kit's belly button. Kit writhed in ecstasy, moaning like ghost, with the occasional accompaniment of yet another unapologetic fart. Time seemed to stand still as he surrendered to the moment, completely lost in the revelry. Joe's tongue reached every filthy nook and cranny, with a sloppy motion, leaving no pore untouched.

"Aahhh." Kit sighed, reveling in the rapture of that familiar tingling. "That's nice. I... missed this."

Feeling as though Kit was sufficiently primed for further pleasures, Joe removed his tongue from the depths of his navel and invited Kit to join him on their bedroom. "Why don't we take this... elsewhere?" He proposed. Urging him to follow, Joe inserted his finger into the slimy, warm crater, giving him a taste of the joys that lay ahead, and bent his knuckle — pulling Kit up from the counter like a fish on a hook.

"Mmm. Okay." Waddling behind Joe like an obese penguin, Kit eagerly followed him.

It was clear to him that Joe had further plans to cater to Kit's desires, setting the stage for an intimate and fulfilling evening. Both men, enthusiastically embarking on the intimate adventure that awaited them on the other side of the open door, made their way into their private quarters.

[doumadono]

hey! i dont know if this counts as an emergency request or not.😭🫶

tw: puke, sickness in general

i have a really horrible flu right now. ive even reached a fever of 104😵‍💫. ive been unable to keep anything down, not even liquids. my left lung hurts to even move, and i have a horrible cough and throat achs. are you able to do a little izuku midoriya x f!reader where f!reader is sick w/ what i described.? love ya!🫶🫶

A/N: it's important to note that in cases of severe illness or medical emergency, it's best to seek immediate assistance from a medical professional. I experienced similar symptoms recently, and it turned out that I had COVID, so perhaps you should consider getting tested

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

When Izuku sees you struggling with the flu symptoms, his heart aches for you. He's deeply concerned about your well-being and is determined to do everything he can to help you feel better.

As you cough and wince from the pain in your chest, Izuku gently rubs your back, trying to provide some comfort. He assures you that he's there for you and that you're not alone in this.

Seeing you unable to keep anything down, Izuku encourages you to try small sips of water and offers to moisten your lips with a damp cloth to help ease your discomfort. Izuku also prepares a simple and nourishing broth, carefully feeding you small spoonfuls, all the while offering encouraging words. "I know it's tough, but you need to keep your strength up. You're doing great."

He notices the feverish flush on your cheeks and immediately gets a cool compress to your forehead to help bring down your temperature, all the while expressing his worry for you.

When you shiver from the fever, Izuku wraps a warm blanket around you and sits close, gently rubbing your arms to help bring you some comfort. "I'll keep you warm, babe."

When you express how much your throat aches, Izuku brews a soothing herbal tea and carefully helps you take small sips, making sure it's not too hot.

Izuku carefully organizes your medication, setting reminders and ensuring you take each dose at the right time. "It's important to stay on top of your medication schedule. I've set up reminders for you, and I'll be here to help you with each dose."

He encourages you to rest, assuring you that he'll handle everything and that your well-being is the top priority. "You just focus on getting better. I'll take care of everything else."

As you struggle to catch your breath after a severe coughing fit, Deku gently takes your hand and rubs its top, whispering, "Just focus on the sound of my voice. You're going to be okay."

He sits beside you, softly talking about anything and everything to distract you from the discomfort, sharing stories about his day at hero work or recalling a funny memory to bring a smile to your face.

Izuku notices you're experiencing chest aches and remembers how you often find comfort using a heating pad during your period. He gently suggests, "I remember how the heating pad helps you during your period. Maybe it could provide some relief for your chest aches too. Would you like me to get it for you?"

As you struggle with the symptoms, Izuku remains by your side, holding your hand and offering words of encouragement, reminding you of your strength and resilience.

Izuku is attentive to your needs, making sure you have blankets, a comfortable pillow, and anything else that might provide relief, all the while expressing his unwavering support and care.

[sarcasmo-mexicano]

Spider Dads x Reader N/SFW 🔞

Bottom Miguel, Reader. Top Peter B. Parker

Part. 2   Part. 3

Peter B. and you have decided that your mission, your priority, your whole sole purpose is to completely RUIN your boyfriend: Miguel O'hara.  

Yeah, you two like to tease and joke around the big boss at working hours, gaining a scoff or a very angry red stare.  

But at closed doors, those scoffs become whines and moans, and those red eyes soften, begging.  

You two get very creative.  

Its so much easier when the boss man is touch starved and will melt with the simplest of touches.

There have been ropes, many and very sturdy so to actually restrain him, for when in your words: he has been a brat to the youngsters.  

You two take your sweet time punishing him, making him watch as Peter fucks you sweetly or to take it even further, fucking over your restrained and whining boyfriend.  

Miguel becomes specially whiny when you do this; He is forced to watch, hear, smell how good you two are feeling at his expense, so close he can taste you both but oh so far at the same time.  

"Please-!" He begs, squirming so much that the ropes dig further into his skin, there will be probably be red marks tomorrow, nothing his suit cant hide.  

"Be good Miggy" Peter grunts as he deeps inside you making scream. "Dont you want to be a good boy for us?" Miguel cant see him smile but Peter can hear him whimper because yes, Miguel wants to be a good boy for you, he wants you to touch him and make a mess of him.  

There have been other times however where you spoil him rotten.  

You take your sweet time, to kiss, lick, suck and bite every inch of his body, taking notes of the places where he becomes louder or shudder in pleasure.  

"Where does it feel good Miguel?" You ask him, he is a flushed mess, lips parted, not a thought behind his crimson eyes, specially when Peter has him on his mouth. "Are you feeling good baby?"  

And he nods, too gone now to actually speak.  

"You look like you want something, what is it honey?"  

When he talks, his voice is feverish, charged with lust and need.  

"You-You two" It takes all the air from his lungs just to say that as he is already panting.  

Of course, you obligue, he has been such a good boy.  

Not even a moment later, you have him over you, his rock-hard cock bury deep inside you; Its your turn to wail as he rip you open, scratching that itch only him he can.  

His movements are desperate, needy.  

Poor thing has been holding up a lot.

He is panting, whining, calling your name as he hold you tight, your nails digging into his back.

Peter takes a moment to appreaciate you, salivating as he pumps his own cock, ready to join you two.  

"You two look soo good" He says, position himself against Miguel's ass winning a loud sound from the boss "Having fun without me, so mean".  

You giggle between sighs, hands cupping Miguel's face. God, he is such a mess and this is just the appetizer!  

"What do you say Miguelito? You want Petey to join us?"  

He bites his lower lip, shit thats so hot! and nods shyly.  

He gasps in surprise, perhaps pleasure, when Peter smacks his ass. "They asked you a question Miggy" He says in a fake angry tone that you would take seriously if he wasnt grinning so much. He leans against the bigger man, chest agains his back, the tip of his dick pressing lazily against his hole, teasing.  

You can feel him becoming bigger inside you, his muscles tensing in anticipation.  

"Do you want me-" He whispers against Miguel's ear "Or not?"  

It takes nothing to break him, to make him beg and oh,  he always does.  

"Yes!" He practically screams. "Yes! Please Peter!"  

"Yes? Yes what Miggy?" Its almost funny honestly, the change of dynamics. But Peter can help it, teasing Miguel is always rewarding. "What do you want from me?"  

Miguel whines almost forgetting he is fucking you but you dont mind, you are enjoying yourself as much as your boys are.  

"Your cock! Please fuck me!" At this point, pride has being kicked out of his body, he want to be satisfied, NOW.  

Peter cant help but to chuckle, his boyfriend is so cute.  

"Good boy" He says as he rams his dick inside, actually pushing Miguel forward and you with him. Peter's pace is unforgiving, thrusting hard and fast, barely giving Miguel time to adjust.  

"Move big guy" You remind him, mind so screw he might forget where he is. Little by little his speed increases as well as his sounds, so dirty and delicious, so different from the grunts and the cold way he speaks.  

It doesnt take much from there before he is crying: "Im cumming!"  

You can feel your own orgasm building up, he is hitting every senstive and good spot, desperate thursting against you.  

Cupping his head once more, you make him open his pretty red eyes, so foggy by his own lust and you sing the magic words that make him undone.  

"Give it to me papi"

His eyes roll back into his head as he thrust for one last time, spilling his heavy load inside you. You cry along him when your own climax crashes over you, wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure taking over you in what feel like ages. Finally your body gives up, tired and sore, your chest rapidly raising up as you try to catch your breath. 

"Fuuuck" In the foggyness of your mind, you hear Peter and the little moans Miguel is trying to hold because of course, he is still being fucked by him. His pace still as hard and unforgiving. 

Miguel's whole body shivers, still so sensitive from his orgasm, he can barely keep his hips up, slowly lowering into the bed with you. Or at least he tries, because the moment he seems to go completely limp, Peter is right there, grabbing him by the hips, pushing him up and he even deeper than before. You watch, front seat, as Miguel drops his upper body against yours, moaning and crying into your shoulder. You heard the muffled "too much!" and "too sensitive!" as you wrap your arms over him, dipping your face against his messy hair. 

"Almost there baby" You coo, sly smile in your face. "Right Peter?" Peter grunts in response, his hands holding Miguel's hips for dear life, chasing his own climax, mouth spilling sweet words as he isnt ramming Miguel into a new plane of existence with his cock. Miguel calls for him, holding you closer, almost crushing you, when the new orgasm hits him, his cock twitching as a second load spills just into your stomach, feeling just as hot as the one dripping from your own sex. Peter finally cries in pleasure as he finishs inside Miguel and you swear that he takes a long time before he stops. 

When he takes his dick out, Miguel collapses on top of you taking all the air from your lungs in the process. "Are you ok?" Peter aks, equally out of air. You can only give him a thumbs up, too tired to speak. Only when you assure him, you will live, he stops to appreciate his handwork. There are vivid hand marks at each side of Miguel's hip, along with another one from when he spank him; His hole is twitching, pumping out the excess of cum and boy, there's a lot!  

He imagines you are the same, tho your body is concurrently being hidden by the other massive man. You dont bother on asking Miguel if he is alright. The quiet snores and the soft rising of his chest gives you all the answers you need. 

"He felt asleep huh?" Its not a question but a confirmation. As the last man standing, Peter brings water bottles, one for you when you can get out of Miguel's embrace and the other for the man himself, when he wakes up. He sits beside you in the big bed, resting for a moment before he goes out for some wet cloth to wipe you guys. 

Yes, you can say that your mission, your propouse has been fulfilled. 

For today.

[humdinky]

i love pixar's turning red. it is such a good representation of girls at that age. they don't shy away from depicting the awkward and weird parts. it is so rare to see a movie depict girls and their silly interests without condemning or judging them. they just let the girls be girly, noisy, and silly.

fuck the hate this movie got on its release. i could go on for hours about society's uniquely shitty attitude towards teenage girls and their interests. there are countless examples. remember the feverish hate for twilight, a series aimed exclusively at young women? what about the hunger games? teenage girls were the first ones to fall in love with elvis and the beatles, and critics treated them like a joke. that is, until adult men started liking them. funny how that works. justin bieber fans, one direction fans, vsco girls, girly girls, tomboys, emo girls, indie girls, bookworms. you will see every single type of girl being made fun of for every conceivable interest a human being can have.

at a certain age you feel forced to make an arbitrary choice. lean into your feminine side and continue to get mocked for 'being shallow', 'only caring about your looks', 'being annoying' etc. or lean into your masculine side and get called a pick-me or told that you just want to get with their guy friends. you like things that are popular? you’re basic. you like things that aren’t as popular? you’re trying too hard. it is the entire reason why so many girls internalize this misogyny, why they start saying things like "im not like other girls."

i certainly wasn't immune to that trap. i didn’t fit the mold and got ostracized for it. the only validation i received for the longest time was from boys, when i turned my anger back on girls and girlhood. i was sold that narrative so many times that i wore it like some sort of badge of honor. it took years to unlearn. i feel sad when i look back on my younger self. i was so sad, so angry, and so scared all the time.

we get insulted for being happy. we get insulted for being sad. we get insulted for being mad that we were insulted for being sad. we get insulted for trying to forget what happened and act happy again. we get insulted for feeling hopeless. they beat the confidence out of you very early.

and it angers me how the emotions of teenagers as a whole are so often neglected. when you're around that age and grappling with big emotions, you've quite literally never felt anything that strongly before. a failed test, a best friend's betrayal, being cut from a sports team. it all feels like a rejection of your entire person, your entire being. you haven't lived that many years yet, and it's the first time you've felt this horrible. you don't have anything to compare it to, and it feels like nobody else could have ever survived feeling this bad before.

it's not petty teenage drama. it's not immaturity. it is a normal human reaction to the worst pain you've experienced, and it is happening at a time when your body is going haywire and your feelings feel impossible to control. you don't know how to cope with it, you can't possibly know, because it's the first time you've had this bottomless well of pain tearing you up inside. you can't look back at previous times you've felt this way to reassure yourself that it will be okay eventually. the first time is the worst and hardest and you have no resources to get through it yet.

a lot of adults scoff at and dismiss the feelings of teenagers. "you're young, you'll get over it"' they've decided that because you haven't dealt with this feeling before that you must be overreacting. sometimes you are, and sometimes you're reacting exactly how any adult would. it's an absolutely shitty thing to express to anyone. a teenage girl's pain is not any less real than a 50 year old's pain. so what if it will get better? it doesn't matter that it isn't going to be the worst thing that ever happens; it matters that right now it very much is the worst thing that's happened.

yes, teenagers overreact over a lot of things that aren't as important as they feel. as if adults, who don't even have the excuse of inexperience with deep emotions, don't? no one should ever dismiss someone else's pain regardless of their age or circumstances.

​im turning 20 in a few months. find the small joys of life, and don’t you dare let anyone take them away from you. if there is a teenage girl reading this, i love you, i am sorry, and it does get better.

[pokemenlovingmen]

Okay!! I was able to counter act the links being funky in my app by opening your blog in my mobile browser!!!! so I was able to read your rules n stuff so now I can finally request (yusss!!! also, I saw the "ingo,,, again" under the PLA characters you write for and it made me think "ingo 2,,, electric boogaloo" heheheh. also yeah fuck kamado, all my homies hate kamado)

okay, could I please request a lil drabble (if you only do hc's thats fine of course! I just couldnt find it clearly if you only do hc's) of Adaman taking care of a reader who is on bed rest and healing? the exact stuff of how and what is up to you, for me its more so the comfort and caring side, not so much the angst side (so like, nothing thats like "omg reader was near death" pls?). gender of the reader I dont mind, just do what youre most comfortable with and yee!! thank youuuu

Hi you’ve been such a kind supporter I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you!! And yeah. Fuck Kamado. That exile would have been my villain origin story if the game gave me more agency, I swear to god.

And conversely, we love Adaman. They put him in pokemas and my quality of life has improved significantly <3

Oh and I’m sorry about the lack of clarity of what I do! I do only HCs, but at the level of detail I can’t stop myself from including, they’re kinda like a weird fusion between drabble and headcanons.

Healing Takes Time — Adaman x M!Reader

💎 — Hisui is a dangerous place and injuries ranging from minor to severe are all too common. So Adaman’s not exactly a stranger to presiding over loved ones on bed rest.

💎 — Doesn’t mean he’s good at it, though.

💎 — Mai reminds him that the slow passage of time is just as important as things that happen in the quick, efficient manner that he prefers as well. It’s not a slight from Mighty Dialga being displeased, it’s just the nature of time. But he can’t just stand around when it comes to your health! Yes, rest takes time, he’s aware, but all this waiting feels the same as doing nothing to him.

💎 — Mai basically has to keep him away from you constantly because he’s always fretting over you, which is definitely sweet of him even if it’s not exactly helpful, but it is funny to watch the cartoonish shenanigans of Mai trying to constantly shoo Adaman away from the medical tent.

💎 — Even if what you’re recovering from isn’t serious, you’d never be able to guess that from how he behaves.

💎 — He essentially becomes your primary nurse and seldom lets you out of his sight if he can help it (thanks to Mai being the reasonable one, he usually can’t).

💎 — Once things calm down though, after the first two or three days when your recovery progress is becoming quite apparent, he’s less frazzled and more willing to leave you be. He just can’t help that impatience winning out, though, sometimes.

💎 — He’ll be there to help you with maintaining yourself while you rest, sitting beside your futon while you recover, brushing your hair so you don’t have to, keeping a fresh cold compress on you at all times if the problem is that you’re sick and feverish, changing your bandages if it’s an injury, all that.

💎 — If you’re okay with it, he’ll also happily bring his Leafeon to see you for some good old fashioned grass-type aromatherapy. I know Leafeon can’t actually learn the move aromatherapy, but it’s clearly made of plants and must have some kind of floral/herbal smell.

💎 — And since we know he is a house husband in the making guy with an interest in cooking, you bet he’ll be bringing you all manner of home-cooked meals.

💎 — He’s so dutiful, oftentimes he doesn’t go back to his own tent for the night and will instead fall asleep on the cold floor next to your futon.

💎 — Adaman is very sure to keep you abreast of all goings-on in the clan, usually nothing much of interest, but he does uncharacteristically bring you all sorts of gossip. It’s not that he likes to gossip, but while you’re bedridden he can’t think of much to entertain you with so this is what he’s settled on. And also he probably would like to vent his multitude of frustrations with Melli specifically because you just know 3/5 instances of drama involve some kind of category 5 Melli moment.

💎 — Once you start to recover and leave your bedridden state, he’s still just as present as he was before.

💎 — If it was an injury he’s always making sure you’re not overexerting yourself, and if it’s something that happened to your legs, he’s volunteering to help you walk around so you don’t put too much pressure on the injury.

💎 — For illness he’ll always be on your case about taking whatever medicines/remedies you were instructed to, because your recovery has already taken ages (to him) already, and he’s not sure he can bear seeing you sick for much longer.

💎 — Regardless of the reason you’re bedridden, he’ll always give you a kiss on the forehead when he enters the tent and before he leaves—though if you’re sick, he musters the self control to wait. Ideally he can keep that up, but he might get a little impatient… oh well. He needs to remind you how much he loves you, and if he ends up getting what you have, he knows you’ll care for him just as dutifully as he did you.

[rabbits-rib]

its been so long since ive done and ask but could you possibly do a short fic on Habit with a plus-sized gn reader?

or nsft and sft headcanons if you dont feel like doing a fic? thank you so much!

i hope you have a good day or whenever you see this!

- Star anon ✨

hi star !!!! i'm so sorry i've been really busy this weekend catching up on homework and i wasn't able to write out a fic, i'm for sure gonna put it on my list of to-dos for when i have the time :,) thank you soso much, i hope you like it n let me know if there's anything you want me to change !! <3

[NSFT] 🐇 HABIT x gn!plus sized!reader sft and nsft headcanons <3

· · ·

[SFT]

please remember this mf is strong

if you're not used to getting picked up and get jumpscared a lil bit when he picks you up he thinks it is SO FUNNY

not because you aren't used to it, but because you grab on to his shirt with all of your might and let out very panicked "habithabithABITHABIT-"

evil little critter. 5'3 and insane

pays you compliments in the mirror when he catches you getting ready

will walk up behind you in the mirror and put his head on your shoulder with the biggest most stupid in love grin on his face

unless you tell him otherwise, he'd be the kinda guy to squeeze your love handles when he's close to you for long enough

in all honesty it doesn't make a ton of a difference to him

if he loves you he loovveesss youuuuuu

if you do get insecure about anything related to your body, he doesn't really understand

as in he does to some degree, because he's been around a loong time, but he doesn't understand why you would be upset with how you look. it just doesn't click up there.

[NSFT]

remember how i said he's strong

you're gonna end up with your back against the wall while he holds your legs up i don't make the rules man

in general though he takes the term love HANDLES very seriously

he cannot get enough of you, his hands are constantly on you when things are happening

he's grabbing at your thighs, running his hands along your sides, whatever he can reach

if you can get him where you're stradling him while you're making out? it's feverish the way he kisses you, gripping your hips to grind you down onto him

[squidinkedcreative]

i am sick again (i stg its the weather patterns here or smth bc when i lived in a different climate for 4 yrs, I HARDLY EVER GOT SICK!!!! i still mask everywhere !!!! wtf!!!) so naturally i am thinking abt my blorbos…

watching older joel and etho content has me feeling so many things

JOEL BUILDING THEM A BOAT TO LIVE IN,,,, IN DOUBLE LIFE

and etho being so encouraging yet still teasing to joel the entire time. it was so endearing ngl lmaoo

i havent seen either of their newest episodes of current hc but i have seen a handful of things abt it 💀 oh maaaaaan etho is leaning into the “little shit” part of their dynamic so hard its so funny

it also all has me thinking abt head canons n stuff… so heres some of those heh

-etho comes down w a cold and hes miserable but trying rly hard not to show it, n joel comes in n makes him some food n gets him some warm towels and makes sure he knows hes allowed to take a rest now n then, especially when sick

-etho is not a menthol enjoyer, but joel loves it. he loves vapo rub and menthol cough drops/tea, and it used to make etho nauseous, but he’s slowly beginning to enjoy the smell of it bc it reminds him of joel, but more specifically whiny sick joel who’s very needy

-OH YEAH. joel is so the type to be extra whiny and needy when he’s sick, whereas etho is the opposite. he pretends hes fine until hes literally collapsing lmfao he could have a high grade fever and still insist he can keep working lmfao meanwhile the millisecond joel feels slightly under the weather he’s whining about it and basically throwing himself at etho to take care of him

-i like tho think that gem would stop by with some sick care package stuff if both of them were to get sick, like soup and meds but also comfort stuff as well like snacks, media to watch, maybe a handmade blanket too heh

-etho is immunocompromised teehee so anytime joel gets sick, etho ends up getting sick 2x as hard, thats also why he masks all the time!!!!!!!! but sometimes the sickies r just unavoidable ough

anyway yeah idk what this is i feel feverish and delirious even tho the dr said i had a normal temp this afternoon hope u enjoyed these potentially incorherent smalletho/boat boys ramblings

[foundress0fnothing]

When It Rains—Part 3

This is the final update for When It Rains as part of the ACOTAR Writing Circle. You can find part 1 by @headcanonheadcase here and part 2 by @sunshinebingo here.

Thanks to @azrielshadowssing for organizing this incredible event!

Sorry for the late evening update—I was without wifi in rural Kentucky this weekend 🫠

Please note the rating change--this gets smutty!

Read on AO3!

Gwyn was not too proud to admit that she had fantasized about kissing Azriel for almost as long as she had known him.  

In her mind, their first kiss had gone a lot of different ways: after a heartfelt profession of love in the pouring rain, as a secret liaison out of sight in the kitchen during one of their friend group game nights, and—after going on a Spider-Man movie binge with Nesta and Emerie—with Azriel hanging upside down somehow. Which, in Gwyn’s opinion, would make him more like a bat than a spider, but that was neither here nor there. Probably.

And yet despite all her fantasies, she had not imagined that their first kiss would be in the middle of the night on their annual camping trip, with both of them half-naked and packed into a sleeping bag together. At least there was rain, she supposed.

But as she savored the feeling of his lips on hers, tentative and tender—and as Azriel kissed her back—Gwyn knew that she wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

But she wanted to see his face, wanted to hear him say her name, wanted to confirm that he too felt the magic of this kiss. So she broke away, pulling back to better see him. 

Azriel opened his eyes slowly, as if he were trying to hold on to the moment before it slipped away. Lips slightly parted, he let his eyes drink her in, wandering lower and lower until they stalled where his hoodie hit her upper thigh. She could feel the heat of his gaze searing her skin and wondered for a panicked moment if he could tell she was bare underneath the black fabric. His eyes snapped back up to hers, the air between them suddenly electric, and Gwyn was sure he knew. But he only made a low sound in his throat and said, “Fuck, I love you in my clothes,” before cupping her face, his hand stretching from her temple to her chin, and drawing her in for another kiss. 

While the first kiss had been curious and sweet, this was something much different—hungry and feverish and insisting—and Gwyn found herself wondering, hoping even, that perhaps Azriel had been wanting this as long as she had. 

Breathing raggedly, this time Azriel was the one to pull back, although he kept his hand on her face, chuckling softly under his breath. Gwyn narrowed her eyes at him. “Something funny, Azriel?”

“No, I’m—I’m not laughing at you. Or us. Or this. It’s just that—“ he smiled, the left corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “I think I’ll need a new ‘never have I ever.’”

Gwyn rolled her eyes at that, although she too started smiling. “I don’t think we need to keep playing anymore.”

“No, I think we do,” Azriel said, moving his hand lower so he could capture her chin and better tilt her face up to his. “Everything I say seems to get turned on its head with you. And I’d like that to keep happening.” He kissed her, light and teasing. 

“You sound a little too sure of yourself there, Azriel.”

“Well, Berdara, you haven’t proven me wrong yet.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Never have I ever met a more infuriating person than you.”

Azriel hummed and raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?”

“It is,” Gwyn said primly, although she couldn’t help the smile that broke across her face. 

She marveled then that she might get to have this—might get to have Azriel as both her friend and her partner, someone to laugh with and kiss and tease and love, all in one. It seemed almost too good to be real.

And Gwyn knew—she knew—that it was, and that he was feeling this as strongly as she, but she wanted to hear him say it anyway. “This isn’t just a game to you, Azriel, right? Not just trying to beat me at never-have-I-ever?”

His mouth settled into a serious line, although Gwyn could still catch hints of mirth from their banter lighting his eyes. “Does it feel like a game, Gwyneth?”

She smiled. “No?”

“No,” Azriel confirmed. “Not a game. Not with you.”

There was a beat of silence, neither of them quite sure what came next.

Gwyn decided to break the stalemate. “I’ve liked you for a long time, Az.”

She was expecting him to answer in kind, to tell her that he had also been pining after her since they met three years ago, to use their mutual vulnerability to steal another kiss, to let his hands start to wander while he kissed her, to—but Azriel interrupted her fantasies of a grand romantic moment, saying instead, “Mmmm no, I don’t think that’s true.”

Gwyn blinked at him. “You don’t think it’s true…that I’ve liked you for a long time?”

“I don’t. And do you want to know why, Gwyn?”

She raised an eyebrow. 

“It’s because you said you loved me.” He quoted her: “Never have I ever kissed someone whom I have loved for years.” Azriel smiled at her almost smugly, eyes challenging. 

Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck. 

Gwyn blinked at him, not trusting herself to say anything yet. Did she love him? Yes. How could she not? Azriel was unfairly hot, and she had eyes after all. He was also the person who always made her laugh. And that was perhaps even more important.

But was she ready to tell him that—that she loved him—today? Right after their first kiss, like this? Fuck no. 

Hoping that her hesitation hadn’t been too noticeable, Gwyn forced a laugh and said, “Well…uh…I…I must have gotten confused about the never have I ever rules,” she babbled. “Can never remember if you say something that’s true or not, you know—the wording is confusing, and—”

But Azriel didn’t buy it. “I thought we weren’t playing games, Berdara.”

She blanched. “I’m not playing games. I just—” she paused, trying to find the right words. “I just didn’t want to tell you so soon. Or like this.”

“But you do? Love me?”

Gwyn nodded and whispered, “I do.”

He smiled widely at that, the expression more open and joyful than anything Gwyn had seen on his face before. “So how would you have told me? If it were up to you?”

“Do you think I’m that insane? Trying to plan out everything?” Gwyn retorted, choosing to ignore the romantic plans for their evening she had been making a few moments earlier. 

Azriel knew her too well. “Don’t you?”

At that, Gwyn decided the only acceptable response was no response at all, and she jokingly turned her head away with all the dignity she could muster. 

But Azriel didn't let the silence linger long, only laughing slightly at her stubbornness before admitting, “I’ve planned it, Gwyn. How I would tell you that I loved you.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she turned back to face him. “You—what?”

“I’ve been planning how I’d tell you that I love you since I first saw you in our campsite three years ago.”

“Your campsite?” The groups had never resolved who was at fault for the site mix-up, and so arguments like this had long been a staple of their gatherings. 

Azriel scowled. “Is that really the detail you want to focus on right now?”

Gwyn kissed him lightly on the nose. “No. Please continue. I want to hear more about how you’ve been chickening out of telling me that you loved me for three years,” she teased. 

“Like you haven’t been doing the exact same thing, Berdara.”

“Is that really the detail you want to focus on right now?” Gwyn parroted his own words back at him, looking at him in challenge.

Azriel rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He paused, and then said, all in a rush, “I’ve thought about telling you that I love you every single day for the last three years. I kept trying to find ways that first camping trip—hell, I even stashed my tent in your car after I chickened out all weekend, just for another chance to see you again and get my head out of my ass. And then kept chickening out every day after that. And then everyone started coupling up and the moment never felt right, you know?—I didn’t want you to feel that I only wanted you because it ‘made sense’ for the group. And now it turns out that I didn’t even get to tell you that I love you first—you beat me to it, Gwyn. You were brave first.” His hand, which had settled somewhere around her shoulders, reached back up to cup her face. 

Gwyn felt a little dizzy. “You…you mixed up the tents on purpose?”

“I’m sorry—that’s what you’re taking from this?” Azriel looked a little affronted.

“No, no—well, not totally.” Gwyn was quick to reassure him, feeling the fever pitch of his heartbeat underneath her hand that still rested on his chest. “I just—I can’t believe that was you.”

“I was a desperate man, Gwyn.”

She laughed and then narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “Are you still? Did you plan all this?”

“Did I plan…all what?”

“I don’t know, tonight—the tent rip, the rain, the shirtlessness.” She reluctantly moved her hand away from him to gesture awkwardly at his body in the close confines of the sleeping bag.

At that, Azriel laughed. “You think I called in a favor with the weather gods to make tonight happen?”

She scowled. “Well, the shirtlessness, at least, has to be intentional.”

“Are you complaining, Gwyneth?” His voice, which had returned to its more normal register after the earlier passion of their kiss suddenly deepend, turned challenging, sensual.

Not to be outdone, Gwyn scooted back as far as she could and looked him up and down, making a big show of ogling the sculpted muscles and intricate tattoos that had been the object of far too many of her daydreams since she first laid eyes on them. God, how she had dreamed of running her hands across his chest, of kissing down it until she reached the line of his pants and the V of his hips and she could finally taste what was underneath.

Caught up in finally indulging herself, Gwyn didn’t notice that her maneuvering had shifted the hoodie up higher on her legs. But Azriel didn’t miss it.

“Well, Berdara,” he said, his voice a little strained, causing Gwyn to snap her eyes back up to his face. Had she offended him with her teasing? But his gaze was once again directed at her legs. “There’s another never have I ever you’ve ruined for me, Berdara.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.” He echoed. “I can no longer claim that I’ve never shared a sleeping bag with someone who decided it would be fine if she just took off her underwear.”

Shit. Gwyn glanced down at herself, and, sure enough, the hoodie had risen just high enough that it was clear she wasn’t wearing anything except the hoodie. Not that he could see much from their angle, but still. Her heartbeat raced, and she felt a furious blush color her face. “I—” Fuck, what does one say in this situation? Gwyn certainly didn’t know. “I wasn’t trying to start anything, I promise! It’s just—they were wet.”

“Oh, were they?” The challenging purr was back in his voice.

“Yes.” She paused, then—“From the rain, you pervert.”

He clicked his tongue. “Disappointing.”

“Uh…” Gwyn was still mortified, still didn’t know what to say. Maybe it would be better if she got up now. It couldn’t still be storming, right? Sleeping in a waterlogged tent couldn’t be worse than this, certainly. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to reach her hands between them and yank the hoodie back down.

But Azriel stopped her hands before she could. “I think you misunderstood me. I’m disappointed they were only wet from the rain, not that they’re not there. That, I don’t mind at all.”

Gwyn felt her breath shudder at his words. Her heart was still racing, face still flushing, but for an entirely different reason than before, heat pooling deliciously in her stomach. She found her voice again: “Is that so, Azriel?” She tried to match his purr, to sound as flirty and coy, but she was a little too breathless to pull it off convincingly.

“Mmmm. It is.” He moved her hands to settle around his neck before allowing his own to graze the sides of her waist, moving in slow, tortuous circles. She arched into his touch, desperate for more of the sensation of his hands on her body. 

Eyes on hers the whole time, Azriel asked, “If I touched you now, Gwyneth, would you still only be wet from the rain?”

Emboldened by the challenge in his gaze and the ache coursing through her body, Gwyn retorted, “Why don’t you find out, Azriel?”

And that was all the invitation he needed, eagerly slotting his mouth back onto hers with a ferocity that made the passion of their earlier kisses feel embarrassingly chaste. He shifted his weight to the side, moving one hand up to cup her breasts under the hoodie while the other skirted lower and lower until it teased her inner thighs.

Gwyn made a soft sound involuntarily in her throat, spreading her legs wider in invitation. 

“‘Eager, Gwyn?” Azriel teased, relinquishing her mouth for just a moment. 

“Yes.” She admitted shamelessly—“I’ve been waiting for this for three years, Azriel.”

At that, he grimaced. “Allow me to apologize for my earlier cowardice then.” He captured her mouth again before gently sliding a finger into her soft, wet heat.

“Oh.” Gwyn couldn’t contain her moan as Azriel almost lazily started pumping his finger in and out of her cunt, teasing her clit simultaneously as he did so. “Azriel…”

“That’s right, Gwyn,” he said, voice gruff. “So wet for me, baby. Just like that.”

He slipped another finger inside, hitting a spot that made her see stars for a moment. Her breathing grew heavy as her head swum and she wanted, she needed—

“So perfect, Gwyn, that’s right.” He interrupted her desperate train of thought.

She moaned at his praise and he continued, “Be my good girl, baby. Come on my fingers.”

And Gwyn shattered.

As she came down from the high of her orgasm, she found Azriel still gently teasing her clit, kissing her collarbone as he gazed at her with a self-satisfied grin.

“Do you accept my apology, Gwyn?” He asked between kisses.

No. She did not. Especially not with that look on his face. Narrowing her eyes at him, she said, “I’m not sure. Is that the best you have to offer?”

Azriel’s eyes flared at her challenge. Holding her gaze steadily, he removed his hand from between her legs and brought it up to her mouth, smearing her lips with the evidence of her pleasure. Gwyn almost moaned from the loss of contact and then from the dominance of his action. 

“Does it taste like an insufficient apology, Gwyneth?”

God, she wanted more. Gwyn could have guessed that Azriel would be like this in bed—commanding and bossy and far too cocky—but she loved every bit of it, craved more of it.

“Tell me what you want, Gwyn,” he continued, tilting his head down to kiss her and taste the remnants of her orgasm. “Tell me how to make it up to you. Tell me how to show you that I love you.”

“Fuck, Azriel, I—” She groaned as he kept kissing her. “More…I need—more. I want you to fuck me. Now.”

The kisses he was peppering across her lips suddenly renewed in ferocity as he ground himself into her and Gwyn felt the evidence of his arousal, long and hard, through his sweatpants. 

Breaking the kiss and sliding back to slip the pants off, Azriel paused in his motions to gaze at her. “Take the hoodie off, Gwyn.”

She did.

“Beautiful.” He breathed out, eyes hungrily tracing the contours of her breasts, of her stomach.

She blushed, then reached up to help him slide his sweatpants off. If he got to look, then so did she.

And oh.

Gwyn knew that Azriel would be big from what she had felt previously. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of his cock, long and hard and unfairly pretty. Almost unconsciously, she reached her hand out to grasp it, running her thumb through the precum beading at the tip before she started to pump him.

“Christ, Gwyn.” He moaned, breathing ragged. She would have kept going, but he stopped her hand. “Not tonight. Not if you want me to fuck you.”

And she did. “Condom?” 

Azriel flung his arm over to his bag, fishing around in an inner pocket until he pulled out a square of shiny foil. “Came prepared,” he said, slightly sheepishly.

“Yes. Good. Perfect.” She panted, deciding that she would tease him about his preparedness in the morning.

Ripping open the package and rolling the condom down his cock, Azriel lined himself up with her entrance and began to slowly push into her. Gwyn’s eyes rolled back in her head—he was so big and she was so full and she needed—“More, Azriel. Fuck me.”

And he did, snapping his hips forward and fucking into her, hard and fast and perfect, and Gwyn thought this might be heaven. She moaned loudly, not caring if the other tents heard her, caught up in the bliss of this moment.

He swallowed her moan with a kiss. “Perfect, baby, yes. Be loud for me, Gwyn, that’s right. I want to hear you.”

“God, yes, Azriel,” Gwyn breathed out.

“Are you going to come on my cock, baby? Fuck, you take me so well.” She was close, her breathing heavy, hands feverish as she tried to snake them between their bodies so she could play with her clit.

“Let me, Gwyn.” Azriel reached between them and began to do it himself, driving her almost to insanity with the overwhelming sensation of him everywhere. “This is my apology after all. Let me do the work.” 

She could feel her pleasure rapidly climbing, his hands and his words and his cock almost too much to take. “Azriel, I’m going to—”

And she came with a loud moan, Azriel roaring with his own climax a moment later. The two of them lay there, panting, spent, in each other's arms for a moment.

This time, Azriel was the first to speak. “I love you, Gwyn.”

“ I love you, Azriel.” As they cleaned up and Gwyn snuggled into his chest, she thought that this moment might have been worth the ripped tent and soaked sleeping bag after all.

Gwyn and Azriel did not stumble out of the tent until late the next morning. Hand in hand, blinking in the bright morning sun, they were immediately greeted with raucous applause and catcalls from the group. Even Elain, who normally pretended to be a little more reserved than the rest of the party, gave a shockingly loud wolf whistle. 

Gwyn felt her face begin to heat as she realized that everyone—all eight of them—knew exactly what she and Azriel had gotten up to last night. 

She almost ducked back into the tent, but Azriel kept a firm grip on her hand and dragged her over to the fire where coffee and breakfast were keeping warm, only relinquishing his grip to pour two cups of coffee after he was certain she wouldn’t flee.

Nesta and Emerie pounced on her immediately. “Fucking finally,” Nesta said. “Do you know how long we’ve been waiting for this?”

Gwyn rolled her eyes. “I think that’s a little dramatic, Nesta.”

She shook her head emphatically. “Nope. Not even a little. And I expect you to tell me exactly how it was.” To emphasize her point, Nesta held her hands up facing each other and began to spread them wider. “Just tell me when to stop, Gwyn. I need a sense of what we’re working with.”

Gwyn’s eyes widened, but before she could say anything, Cassian interrupted from behind them. “What the actual fuck, Nesta? I rip the tent on purpose for you and spend all day feeling bad for little Gwynnie, and this is how you thank me?”

Gwyn whirled on him. “You ripped my tent on purpose?” 

He at least had the dignity to look a little ashamed. “I’ll buy you a new one? Not that you need it now, apparently.”

She glared at him.

He smiled defensively. “I just thought you needed a push, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry, you thought they needed a push?” Nesta interjected. “It was my idea.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“No, it was my idea,” Feyre said, suddenly joining in the argument. “I mentioned to you months ago that Rhys and I thought Az and Gwyn would make a cute couple.”

“Like hell you did, Feyre—” Nesta began.

As Gwyn fondly watched her friends—her family, really—devolve into an argument, she felt Azriel at her elbow. He handed her a cup of coffee, and she took it, looking up at him. He shrugged at her with a pointed look, much like he always had when the two of them had been the only single ones watching the antics of the couples in the group. She grinned back at him, taking his now free hand and settling it around her shoulders. He kissed the top of her head. 

It had taken three years for them to get here, and Gwyn wouldn’t change a single thing.

[slashingdisneypasta]

SecretLover!Prof. Aaron Callahan x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: At a Harvard Halloween event (For both Staff and Students), you and Callahan can't stay away from eachother. *Could be considered a Part 2 to This Fic.*

Warnings: Smut. Age difference, student/teacher, unprotected, bathroom tryst, hate/love relationship references, possibly more.

"Where can we go?" His voice was low, husky and full of lust. It made you want to kiss him again.

But- "Hmmm," After worrying your lip for a moment, you remember the small one-person bathroom you fixed your make-up in earlier, it was surprisingly clean. Dropping your lip, you curl a hand around his forearm and tug him. "I know. Come on."

For once he did not argue with you, just nodded and followed where you took him.

~

It was the costume. It had to be. Your valentines goddess costume, which was tasteful... though, admittedly, borderline for an event catering for students and staff. That was what made Callahan approach you and stick by you- showing you attention at the event that usually neither of you allow when you're in public. You never want anyone to know what your real relationship with the professor is behind closed doors and he doesn't want to get fired (You may not be his student, but you are still a Harvard student and it is innapropriate what you're doing. He's lawyer; he knows rules.).

But on this neither of you could help it. He's an asshole, so usually you can quite easily ignore him, but... its Halloween. And you're high off the party buzz. And he's acting so nice-

Because of your costume.

Most of the night he was just sitting next to you and you were talking (You always new he was smart, but you didn't know that could be a good thing. An interesting thing. An appealing thing), joking with eachother (He could be funny??? Since when???), almost having fun together-- which is completely new. Then, his hand slipped onto your thigh after your friends left you, and you didn't brush him off like you're supposed to-

And when you both wandered slowly, at some point, to a dark corner and you kissed him there- it became apparent where this mysterious flook of getting along so well, of genuinly liking eachother, was heading.

~

Now in the bathroom, Callahan leans you up against the clicked shut door swiftly and seals your lips together once again. You part your lips for him immediately, you both know what this is, and let slip an awfully needy moan for him.

Much to your dismay Callahan pulls back and smirks at you, that smug and obnoxious look on his face for once not infuriating you. Just frustrating you- because you want him. You want him now. "Take a look in the mirror, Y/N, that pretty make-up isn't going to be so pretty when I'm done with you~ "

"Oh?? Hurry up and prove it. Make me cry like one of your law students, yeah?" You snap back, though with about half the same snippiness that you usually would; instead adopting a genuinly mischievous grin.

With a grin back and a hungry growl, Callahan presses his mouth back to yours and runs his hands down your body to the pretty red shorts you've got on. Your own hands immediately trail down his chest to the button and zipper on his pants, undoing them as fast as you can; a feverish need in your every desperate movement.

While you continue to snog eachother, Callahans thumbs slip under both, the waistbands of your shiny red shorts and your underwear beneath, on either side of your hips, and slips them down your thighs. You help him wriggle out of them and kick them to somewhere else in the small, cramped room and then slip your own hand into the front of his pants- feeling his bulge through his high-quality underwear; something you always like about him. Unlike guys your age, Callahan at least always wears clean boxers. Clean shirts. In general, he's always dressed nicely. And you appreciate it now still even though you're appreciating more about him all of a sudden, as well.

Another growl flies from his lips and into your mouth feeling your fingers on his cock.

"Mmm, do that again... "

"Uh uh, we are not playing around here tonight- You gotta fuck me." You shake your head, but massage his cock for another moment, loving the feel of him throbbing beneath your fingers and anticipating squeezing it in your walls with lip bite.

He hangs his head back on his neck, enjoying the pleasure you're giving him, before you take him out of his boxers and line him up with your entrance; stepping your feet apart slightly to make more room for him between your thighs. While you chew your bottom lip, Callahan takes the reigns and has one hand on your waist and one flat on the door by your head as he pushes into you, making you drop your lip from your teeth and your head against the door. "Aghhh... "

It's like you've never had him stretching you out before, it feels so ridiculously good. You roll your hips forward into his, slouching slightly against the door and letting your eyelids fall closed; just enjoying the feeling of him rubbing against your clit. You forgot where you even are.

"Sweetheart, I thought we were not playing around, tonight~... "

"Oh shut up... " You whine, giving a lop-sided smirk as you crack your eyes open again. Then, curling a hand around the back of his neck, you lean in and kiss him again; kicking off the bathroom fuck.

He's not as young as other guys you've fucked so he can't piston into you like they could before him but his thrusts are fluid and strong, making you a desperate mess on the door- holding him against you to keep his mouth on yours. Your tongues fight against each other languidly but passionately, while your fingers slide down his chest and to the sides of his decidedly un-spooky blazer (the only sign that he knew it was Halloween at all being the tiny orange pumpkin at the bottom of his black tie- you had to sesrch closesly find it. And you were, earlier.), using the material to hold him against you.

With every smooth and perfect stroke of his cock within your tight walls you become more and more undone. And so does he, starting to pant heavily and having to stop kissing you so he can breath and lean his arm against the door behind you. Your foreheads press together and your eyes flicker across his focused-face, thinking for a second that you really like this man, before letting your eyes flutter shut again feeling your orgasm so fast approaching.

You're moaning so loud you're sure anyone walking outside the little bathroom knows exactly what is happening inside it, but so long as they only hear you, and they don't hear who you're with, it's okay. You decide, its okay. You couldn't help it if you decided different, anyway. It feels too good!-

When finally you cum, squeezing his cock tighter then ever and gushing around him with a particularly naughty moan, Callahan pushes himself all the way in once again - as deep as he can go, deeper then ever, - just to enjoy the hot, throbbing feeling with a smirk. Then pulls all the way out leaving you twitching and empty so he can shoot his load onto your thigh.

Exhausted, you rest against the door and take some deep breaths while you continue to twitch around nothing, and Callaghan tucks himself back into his underwear; gathering his own bearings right by you, leaning still against his arm and the door by your head.

After a few minutes, you look curiously at him again while he continues to chill post-session; trying to figure out what just happened. If you still felt the same about him, or if you were back to hating him. If he was still appealing. Was it just the Halloween? The costume? The night?

... oddly he is, still.

What the fuck.

[nyxqueenofshadows]

yakuza 3 (sort of) done! thoughts under the cut cos they got quite long. they're a lot more coherent than my kiwami 2 ones cos i made them along the way rather than in a feverish mess at the end, though ofc they contain spoilers for 3 and ig gaiden??

overall thoughts, it's messy and weird and makes some Choices, but it's not a bad game, and the people who write it off as being shit are, imho, wrong. once i got into it i liked it, it introduced some great characters, had some really fun moments, and i'm gonna miss the morning glory kids (yes even riona).

if you're looking at this like when did you change the difficulty??? the bit where you have to run away from the police at millenium tower, fuck that bit so hard, none of the other chases gave me trouble but that one ughhhhh

also i neglected haruka i'm sorry

the combat is harder and more tedious, and i can see why it puts people off, but i find pulling off the combos and counters way more satisfying as a result. like, i tiger dropped lau ka long to finish that fight and it felt *so* good, way more than ending fights with heat actions or whatever has done in previous games. having said that the blocking oh jesus christ the BLOCKING

it’s the place we get the most on kashiwagi pre-y0 especially kiryu’s opinion of him (including the iconic lines about reimen) so you can’t knock it for that.

rikiya buddy i love you but wtf was that substory with natsumi. actually why is he suddenly a dick in all of his side content???? (i know he’s confrontational and that’s just how he is but idk, smth about how he is in the side content feels different). he’s rude to utabori to his face (despite kiryu repeatedly telling him not to), when he meets natsumi again he’s like yo i kept this necklace why are you in tokyo you don’t fit in here come back to okinawa with me, like ????? she clearly has a life she’s built up there (not a good one, i don’t think, but still) and they might have known each other when they were kids but we never get her side of the story on that, only rikiya’s. idk. it’s one of the first things he says to her, that’s a neon red flag if ever i’ve seen one.

also also during that entire scene in asia, kiryu watches rikiya’s reaction to the dancing the *entire* time. is that a bug of how conversations work or was that a deliberate choice or what

MACK buddy why aren't you in this game more

we had a second majima-no-nii-san! from hamazaki of all people! tho having said that i think he was being sardonic. like, he never says it again, and is generally kind of like that. he’ll use polite forms but he’s never being *polite*. lowkey obsessed with his hand on majima’s shoulder in that scene and what it says about his character and their relationship up to that point and how majima has ended up in this kind of position *again*. kiryu leaving - as it always does - fucked so many people over it’s not even funny.

some of the translations bother me. as an english script it’s for the most part pretty coherent and works well enough on its own, but in combination with the japanese it sometimes deviates in ways that change character moments or even just feel weird. like the addition of the puns in the seven mysteries substories is fun, very ace attorney, but sometimes it feels like they step too far (‘getting tight in your britches!’ for ビビった like ???? even ignoring the japanese what is that supposed to meannnnn)

specific moments i was thinking of were the really early line where taichi is like 晩ごはんまだぁ？ and they add in an unnecessary ‘i thought curry was supposed to be easy!’ in the english which then undermines later when they all sit down to eat and are like カレーだ！ like they didn’t actually know what was for dinner. another one is when kiryu leaves rikiya behind in okinawa and tells haruka that he can’t let him come (in various ways, three times). in the english they shake it up a bit by adding ‘it’s my burden to bear’ WHICH i’ll fully admit flows better and is a very kiryu thing to say but i think it shifts the tone of that scene from worry to responsibility? in a way that doesn’t feel quite right in context of the story as a whole. last one where mine calls kiryu a coward when he’s leaving after showing whatever was left of kanda in that box. again, it flows better and lines up with kiryu’s behaviour in later games but doesn’t feel quite right and i think it changes the point mine was trying to make there. there's also the minefield about how mine expresses his feelings about daigo right at the end. BUT i’m a learner this isn’t my job what do i know. they worked hard and faults aside it’s a fun read and they also had to deal with that fuck-awful section of exposition from the politician so no blame here. it’s not like the other games don’t have this, it just feels especially weird in this one to me.

i loved the little wrestling bit. it’s not perfect but it has the kind of heart and good intentions that makes those sections (and yakuza 3 as a whole) really enjoyable for me.

objectively very funny that the text you get congratulating you on all the revelations is from kaoru, and that she’s like hey your blog was very funny, go see my friend bob utsunomiya for your reward. i know it’s mostly game mechanics to make it make sense but is it not the funniest thing to imagine a. that kaoru knows a bob utsunomiya (how did they meet??? why???) and b. that on her breaks between Mystery Police Stuff she’s refreshing kiryu’s blog like what dumb shit is this idiot up to now asdfghjkl tbf his blog can’t be hard to find, it’s literally ‘day in the life of the dragon of dojima’ it’s a miracle he gets anything done ever with how bad he is at being on the downlow

standing on the morning glory beach, especially in the evening/at night and looking up at the sky while listening to the waves roll in is so calming, the first time i got to do it i stayed there for like ten minutes just chilling

some of the animation is genuinely really really good, like saki’s eyes shaking in fear or kiryu’s cheek twitch when he finds out about morning glory, or mine on finding out daigo's alive. idk how much is the work of the remaster and how much was originally there but i really like it

the last three chapters are such whiplash cos it’s like sad, sad, very sad, bulls! sad, very very sad, sad, jet! thumbs up! sad, sad, ANGRY, there is no change in the plan, sad, sad, on the roof, sad, sad, MACHO, things are gonna be fine! oh wait sad sa- please mr richardson they’re trying to have a moment -d sad sad surprise! murder! surprise! alive! done. you know?

idk if i was just hormonal or emotional but saki calling out to nakahara really got to me for some reason. her first word after years of silence was ‘dad’, and that hit me in a way i wasn’t expecting even tho i knew it was coming.

show us the akimoto/mizuki kiss, cowards

that last section was really fun to play for me (aside from that first little bit going up the first couple of floors of the hospital), the music’s great, the combat had (mostly) good pacing, the fights felt challenging in a good way, yeah i was all for it! reinforced for me how much i like mine as a character and wish we’d got to see more of him (but hey, look, if andre richardson survived the fall...?). like, the moment he realises daigo is still alive - and that he was about to kill the man he love- ahem sorry admired, so much - is seared into my brain.

[bellysoupset]

i’ve been acting delulu about the whole wen+vin fight that we all knew was coming up, kinda like completely ignoring it was a thing and all your warnings bc im #notemotionallystrong and i liked pretending it wasn’t gonna happen to cope <3333 BUT AHHHHH after this last fic IM LITERALLY FULL ON SOBBING (IN PUBLIC) WHAT THE FUCKKKK SOUP😭😭😭 you’re so mean (lovingly) 😩 FR IM SO SAD I LOVE MY BABIES SO MUCH THIS IS AWFUL BUT ALSO THE FIGHT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN😭 AND LIKE SO UPSETTING AND UNCOMFY BC OF HOW REAL IT FELT idk how to explain it but it’s like hearing my parents (aka my best friends who’ve been together forever LOL) fight LMAO sobbing 😩😩😩 and also OMG I AUDIBLY GASPED AND HAD TO LOOK AWAY WHEN I READ THE PHONE NOTIFICATIONS THING AND REALISED IT WAS LEO’S TEXT like if there was a terrible way to find out it was THIS 😭😭😭😭😭 BABY GIRL THINKING EVERYONE HAS KNOWN FOR MONTHS???? AND THEN VIN SO DESPERATELY TRYING TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF???? AND JUST TALK??? (a lil too late tho buddy but also I GET IT GOSHHHH) AND THEN BOTH SOBBING GODDDD I CANT I CANT this is so devastating amazing job boo‼️

OMG AND ALSO THE OTHER FICS? i hadn’t commented on them bc i was waiting for this one to react to everything but GODDAMN????? LUKE POOR BUB all feverish spilling everything??? and their reactions🥺🥺🥺🥺 (also side note jon so worried about luke was beautiful and i enjoyed it very much🤭) and OMG leo’s guilt about not noticing the depression symptoms 😩 and the whole thing w bella and kit GOSH I WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE HES SUCH AN ASSHOLE‼️

BUT ANYWAYS GOING BACK TO MY BABIES RAAAAAHHHHH I NEED WEN AND VIN TO BE OKAY omfg IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR THIS😭😭 you’re so good at writing angst tho like goddamn i’m still crying and will probably continue to cry about this 😩😭 they need to be okay 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️ also i know you said you were nervous about luke and wen’s storyline and im SO CURIOUS and excited to read‼️ im sure whatever you choose to do with them is gonna be amazing and you know we all have a beautiful love/hate relationship w angst so i have a feeling we’re gonna eat it up!! (which we will do regardless bc your writing and storytelling is always wonderful!!!)

sending a snotty sobby virtual hug to all my babies and a strong virtual punch to kit <33333

🦦

ANSWERING THIS SO LATE THAT VIN/WENDY ARE BACK TOGETHER I'M SORRYYYY

I'm actually cackling at you acting delulu because I remember I dropped many MANY hints of the Wendy/Vince break up and you were in my inbox completely ignoring them and me thinking "damn, am i being too subtle???"

Its so funny (and terrible) to be answering this late, because I can totally say the things I was nervous about. So ORIGINALLY Vin/Wendy didnt get back together, they actually broke it off for good and Wendy feeling very isolated from her friend group relapsed in her eating disorder.

But then Wendy kinda girl bossed her way into getting back with Vince, which was not planned, AND opened up to Bella, that was also not planned at all. So I scrapped that storyline! I still want to do something with her E.D, I remember I got an ask ages ago that was something like "Wendy refuses to eat because she's feeling queasy, Vince thinks she relapsed and tries to push her, only to have it come back up and he realizes she's actually sick", so I'll probably write that! A more mild version of what I originally had in mind!

And I'm SORRY i'm a terrible person but I'm sooo proud of myself for making you cry in public. I need a blog badge just for that #angster

Love you 🦦!