#this is queued i should be in debate club right about now

[tenshi-agerasia]

akatsuki dynamic in my head (yes kuro's ign is a krk pun)

thanks to peer pressure (cough iris cough) i hope this blog will be a little more active with queued posts i dump here

and remember that if i see any ableist comments towards eichi i will not see them because i will have already blocked you

[absyn-th]

finally making a pinned post

abigail elena nauticaa 🦑 she/they/it

hi. im abby.

fandoms im even remotely interested in include homestuck (usually no epilogue/hiveswap/friendsim stuff - sorry homestuckies), wings of fire, dune, and humanity fuck yeah. rarely fnaf and dsaf stuff too, because i was really into those when i was like 12 and never really recovered. also other things sometimes.

my music taste includes sleeping at last, billie eilish (a little bit), pierce the veil, and bayside. i have a playlist here.

my games include kerbal space program and minecraft. i have more than 3000 hours in kerbal space program. if you like kerbal space program and you want to start a conversation with me that is how to start one. if you dont then im sorry in advance.

i contain multitudes. i am a linux user, a proud-ish cringelord, member of the "has said regrettable things on the internet" club, and several other things of varying importance. i also stand for a free ukraine and free palestine.

i also believe that no one should be forced to explain why they are the way that they are. this means i dont believe in forcing people to disclose their trauma to justify their mental disorders.

i also believe that no label or set of labels we come up with can completely describe all of human experience. i think that labels have power and it is possible to misuse them in a way that is harmful, but i also think that in an ideal world, we wouldn't need labels at all. i believe that some people will always have "conflicting" labels by some standard, and that the debate over what counts as a "conflicting" label is a little bit silly overall. in other words, i think the movement to coin microlabels/neolabels is an exercise in futility, but i also believe that it is worthwhile, because the discourse it causes is valuable and it occasionally produces helpful and good words.

that being said, i identify as transfem, nonbinary, polysexual, and grey-aroace. and also some other words, like gender nonconforming (gnc) and queer. you can call me some or none of those things depending on your definition and what you prefer. it will not bother me as long as you're not being an asshole. i made a post explaining why and how i use each of those labels, and you can find it here.

this blog is full of untagged, uncategorized posts meant for no one. i think there are more original words and images in this pinned post than there are in every other post on my account, so don't expect too much. almost all of my posts are queued. have a couple more joke userboxes to break this up. (some of these are in-jokes.)

i dont really have a tagging system or anything like that, but i'll take this space to plug my mutuals:

@alexandergenesis - made most of the art on my profile, including most of the banners i use here (though i might have a banner by someone else right now - check my bio).

@garrett-island-official - a retired gimmick blog by my friend ari, who used to be found at @ratemisia-wool. they also used to be found at this blog, but they aren't anymore. we are not the same person. sorry for any confusion this may have caused. sometimes they still check garrett island, though, so you can find them there.

@confusedhomestucktrash - pov: the stars when they get there in time. or whatever that blogs about now. anyway.

other people i follow and think are neat but don't interact with quite enough to ping them include that-fellow-from-dres, iknaenmal, cloverpseudonym, and some others. i should probably talk to them more.

mutuals can talk to me on discord @ absyn.th. even if we've never really talked. just tell me your tumblr @ when you shoot me a dm and we chill.

[minahraven]

A New Kind of Sleepover - BTS/ Yoongi (M) (Request)

“Anonymous asked: Okay so here goes lol, can i pls have a yoongi smut where y/n and him have been best friends for a long time and one timw when he comes over for a sleepover things get steamy and they end up doing it? But theyre also trying to be quiet bc of he parents? can it also include a lot of fingering and teasing? Thank you 😊😊 “

A/N - This is the first smut I’ve posted, so I apologise if it’s no good. I always say, the only way you can get better is by practise!

A New Kind of Sleepover - BTS/ Yoongi (M)

“We’ll be in my room, Mom!” you shouted as you grabbed your best friend’s wrist, giggling at the grin on his face at your mom’s quick agreement. You darted up the stairs, carrier bags banging against your legs. Saturday night was usually a club night for most. Not you two. For as long as you could remember, you’d spent almost every Saturday night together either at his house or yours, watching movies, snacking on whatever you had gathered from the convenience store that evening and generally being idiots until both of you had fallen asleep. It didn’t matter that you had long since grown past the ‘sleepover’ age. You were still best friends and, in your eyes, that meant nothing had changed. At least, not in that sense. Sure, you had grown up, and your chats had gone from ‘bet you I can fart louder than you!’ to ‘so, how’d your date go last week?’, but Yoongi and you were still inseparable.

As soon as you reached your room, Yoongi immediately divebombed onto your bed, earning a slap to the backside at his behaviour. He knew perfectly well he had already broken one of your beds that way. You didn’t want to lose another. You rolled your eyes when he turned over, leaning on one elbow and resting his head in his hand, and gave you a cheeky smirk, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“If that was the type of sleepover you wanted tonight, all you had to do was ask, baby,” he teased, and your palm flew to your face so fast, the slapping sound was audible…as was your yelp of pain. “Baby, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, scrambling off the bed and pulling your hand from your face, inspecting your forehead to see if it was alright, the term of endearment he had been using for years barely even registering as you blinked back the tears from your watering eyes. “Are you okay?” you nodded, your spare hand dropping the bag you had been carrying and swatting hard at his arm.

“You should know better by now, dork!” you scolded him as you picked up the bag once more and pulled your hand from his, heading over to the bed and sinking down on it with your back against the copious amounts of pillows. He pouted and wandered round to the other side to sit next to you. Snuggling up beside you, he wrapped an arm over your stomach and rested his head on your shoulder, just as he did every time you settled down to watch a movie. You switched off the light and turned on the tv, switching to the movie you had queued. You had already decided to watch one he’d wanted first, though you weren’t too interested in it, and before long, you were playing a game on your phone while Yoongi watched the movie.

About halfway through the movie, you heard your parents shout a goodnight as they headed to bed, and the house fell silent apart from the sound from the tv and your breathing. After another hour, the movie finally finished, and you switched to your choice, smirking to yourself that it was finally Yoongi’s turn to be bored. You weren’t as smug half an hour later, though. One minute, you were watching the heroine walking through her town, the next… Blinking, you looked down, keeping your head still and only your eyes moving. Your suspicions were right. Yoongi’s hand had moved from your side and you had only just noticed that now, it was resting on your lower stomach. As you watched nervously, your teeth chewing on the inside of your lip, the hand slowly slid an inch or two lower, so that it was now resting just above your pelvis. Thanking your lucky stars that the light was out and the light from the tv wasn’t bright enough to show the redness flooding your cheeks, you took a breath, about to say something. The words caught in your throat as Yoongi’s head shifted and you felt his breath on the base of your neck, followed by the feather-light touch of his lips on the very spot that he knew was your weakness, thanks to the many games of truth or dare you had played together.

As if by its own volition, your head tilted slightly away from him, and you could feel his lips curl in his trademark smirk as he brushed another, slightly firmer kiss on the same spot, before swiping the tip of his tongue over the skin. Before you could stop it, a soft sigh escaped your throat, and you bit your lip quickly to bring your focus back to the situation.

“Y-Yoongi,” you breathed as his hand slowly moved lower, resting between your legs and making you debate whether you were glad or concerned you had worn a skirt that day. A gentle ‘hmm?’ vibrated against your shoulder and he shifted a little closer, head now firmly situated in the crook of your neck. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He chuckled softly, nipping gently at your neck as his hand dipped between your legs, swiping one finger firmly up over the fabric and causing you to whimper under your breath.

“You want to tell me you don’t want this?” he purred. Slowly, he pulled the fabric of your skirt up as his head moved lower, his spare hand pulling your shirt up. His head rested on your chest and you felt as though perhaps he had had second thoughts, until you felt his tongue tracing the edge of your bra. Your breath caught in your throat at the touch and it wasn’t until the bra slid up over your breast that you realised he had slipped his hand behind your back and unfastened it. “Or this?” he murmured, his lips capturing your nipple and sucking on it gently. You moaned softly, one hand moving to quickly cover your mouth, shaking your head.

“No, but my parents…” you whispered, though the protest sounded more like a whine than a complaint. He chuckled again, taking your nipple between his teeth just enough to send a shiver up your spine.

“Won’t know a thing. You can stay quiet…can’t you baby?” he asked, turning his head to look up at you. The flickering lights from the tv were just enough to illuminate the devious smile on his lips as he once again ran a finger over your core, this time only one layer of fabric between his skin and yours. You started to shake your head, partly still not sure this was a good idea and partly not sure you could stay quiet. You barely managed half a shake though before the pressure on your underwear increased suddenly and he was slowly circling your bud. Suddenly no longer caring whether you should or shouldn’t be doing this, you nodded quickly, biting your lip to stifle the whimper trying to escape.

He grinned and sat up, straddling your hips as he began to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor and soon adding his own and your bra to the pile. Leaning in, he captured your lips in a slow, hungry kiss, one hand moving to cradle your head as he tugged on your bottom lip. The other slid down over your stomach, easing your skirt down. He lifted his hips enough for you to raise yours, and quickly slipped the skirt and your underwear off entirely, leaving you naked beneath him. He sat back, his eyes drifting over you for the first time.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, as though talking to himself. He rested his hands on your chest, stroking them over the skin, his thumbs toying with your nipples as they passed over them. You whined softly, your hips raising of their own accord in an attempt to press against the obvious bulge in his jeans. He chuckled darkly, leaning down to capture your lips again, the kiss rougher this time, as though he was claiming you, taking your breath away. Releasing them eventually, allowing you to recover from the kiss, he leaned his head on your shoulder, nipping and licking at your weak spot again until your fingers found their way to the back of his head, holding him there.

It wasn’t until you felt the jolt of pleasure going through you, causing you to gasp loudly, that you realised his hand had made its way between your legs again, teasing your clit with light touches causing you to tremble and try to raise your hips into his touch, though his own were stopping you from moving them. “Want something baby?” he all but purred against your ear. You nodded quickly, biting your lip to choke back a frustrated whimper. “Use your words. Oppa won’t know what you want if you don’t.”

“Please…,” you gasped out, trying to keep your voice quiet.

“Please what?” His finger ran the length of your folds, dipping in just enough to tease your entrance as it passed before rubbing your clit again. The taunting caused something in you to snap. Up until then, you had tried not to come right out and say that you wanted him, feeling almost as if you were under some kind of magic spell that would break if you said it. But now, you didn’t care. “Words, baby.”

“I need you.” Another nip at your neck, eliciting another moan.

“What do you need?”

“Please, Yoongi. Fuck me, touch me, anything, I don’t care, just do it.” You were rambling and you knew it, but it had the desired effect. Almost before you had finished speaking, two fingers were plunged roughly into you, Yoongi’s mouth covering yours to muffle the ecstatic moan as your walls clenched around them automatically. He immediately began thrusting them at a quick pace, allowing you no chance to get used to the feeling. Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as you fought to stay quiet through the bliss he was giving you. He groaned harshly and pulled back, yanking his shirt over his head before his fingers were inside you again and he was moaning into your mouth as your nails finally dug into his skin. Suddenly a third finger joined the other two, stretching you wider as he curled them inside you, as if seeking something. After a few thrusts, he found it, sending a burst of pleasure through you as he changed the angle of his fingers to hit the same spot over and over. It felt too good and you reached down quickly, grabbing his wrist to stop him. He leaned back enough to look in your eyes, confused and almost hurt, but you weren’t ending it. “I want you inside me, Yoongi” you murmured softly, smiling at the look of surprise in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice suddenly shaking. It was your turn to frown, but you quickly smiled again, nodding.

“Positive. If you’re going to make me come, I don’t just want it to be your fingers.” He stared for a moment before a sudden, bright smile crossed his face and he kissed the tip of your nose before removing his hand from you and carefully licking it clean.

“Okay, next time though, it’s my tongue, because you taste too damn good,” he muttered, making a sound somewhere between a moan and a chuckle. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the comical change in manner from sex god to coarse best friend, and he grinned at you as he clambered off the bed and stripped his jeans and underwear off. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down to lie flat on the bed, laughing at the squeal of surprise you gave before crawling onto the bed with a smirk. He pecked a small kiss on your core as he passed, and settled between your legs, his attitude changing yet again as he gazed at you adoringly. “You have to know I love you by now, Y/N,” he murmured, one hand gently brushing your hair back from your face as he rested his forehead against yours. You nodded slowly, eyes not leaving his. “D-do…,” he trailed off, as though afraid to ask what you knew he wanted to. Smiling, you reached a hand up, tracing the line of his jaw and letting it slip into his hair.

“If you’re trying to ask if I love you too, Mr Eloquent, the answer’s yes,” you teased with a giggle at the look of delight on his face. He all but attacked your lips, as if wanting to capture the words permanently. As he did so, you felt him slowly entering you, both of you moaning lowly at the feeling of being connected at last. He paused, breathing erratic as he got used to you around him.

“God, you feel so amazing, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, a small whine escaping as he did so. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined what I want to do to you.” You chuckled softly and pecked a quick kiss to his lips, nipping at the lower before pulling back again.

“Then don’t. Just show me.” He raised an eyebrow, his expression turning mischievous.

“Are you sure you want me to do that, baby?” he asked, tone taunting. You nodded, and immediately his eyes darkened, his hips retreating slightly before slamming into you, muffling your desperate moans of pleasure with his lips as he quickly built up a rhythm that had you seeing stars. Your hips began to move of their own accord, bucking against him as you tried to push him deeper. His hands moved to your waist, holding you still as he began to thrust into you full force, angling himself to find the spot he had located earlier.

As if the change had hit a switch, you felt yourself quickly starting to climb towards your orgasm and buried your face against his neck to stifle the moans that had degraded into whimpers. He continued to drive into you, his own moans growing more desperate as he fought to keep as quiet as he could. One hand released your waist and he slipped it between you, his thumb assaulting the bundle of nerves there. It was more than you could take, and your nails dug into his shoulders as you screamed against his neck, what little remained of your senses praying that the sound was muffled enough to keep your parents from hearing the earth-shattering orgasm Yoongi was sending through you. The combination of the sensations of your nails and your clenching muscles and the knowledge that it was him that had caused you to scream in ecstasy was the final straw. With a final thrust, he began to shake, chanting your name like a mantra as he came, clinging to you desperately as though afraid you would vanish like a dream.

As he came down from his high, Yoongi slowly lowered himself to rest on your chest, his head nestled in the crook of your neck as his fingers traced the indentations of his nails on your hips. Brushing gentle kisses on your neck, careful to avoid anything that might be too much for you, he nuzzled against your skin.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I baby?” he murmured, resting one hand over the nail marks to indicate what he meant. You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him and drawing small circles on his arms with your fingertips.

“If you did, it was only the good kind,” you teased with a small giggle, feeling him grin against you. “If that’s what you’ve been imagining all this time, I wish you’d told me sooner.” There was silence for a moment before he burst out laughing, quickly covering his mouth to muffle the sound. He raised his head once he had calmed down, frowning a little.

“This wasn’t just a one time thing, was it?” he asked, concern etched in his features. You shook your head again, smiling warmly at him. His face brightened and he pecked a small kiss on your lips, nipping lightly at the bottom lip before pulling away to grin at you. “Good, because there’s a lot more I have to ‘tell’ you.”