#(and how i was cuddling with him originally put less weight on him and was more physically comfy for me and i assume him too)

[domesticated-whores]

got cuddled so good fr <3

[bluekidchaos]

Kinktober day 3 - Spencer Reid

for once keeping under 1k words woho! also i originally forgot i was doing the praise kink so i had to add that after i was already done lmao

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Prompt: Praise kink

Warnings: 18+, Sub!spence, praise, pet names (baby boy, bunny), cream pie, unprotected sex, season 3 spencer hair, the mommy kink snuck up on me i-

Words: 700

Can also be read on AO3!

Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.

Being a BAU agent came with a heavy burden, you could see it in Spencer on rough days. He would slump together on the couch and just stare into space, you'd try and comfort him the best you could but sometimes he just needed some time. 

You made sure to pamper him when he was home, cooking dinner together, cuddling, and sex. Really just anything you could do together. He craved intimacy and was highly touch-starved, you didn't mind though as touching him was your favorite thing. 

You loved how you could get him so riled up with just a couple of words and small touches. Having him on top of you yet you were in charge, making him whimper from your praise. 

He would be begging you to let him move once he was inside you. Head resting on your shoulder and barely holding himself up by his forearms. "Please, baby, god, please. Need to fuck you so bad."

Cooing at him and his desperation, "Hold on baby boy, let me just feel you for a second. You're so good for me, bunny." You raked your fingernails over his back and down his sides, leaving red marks in their path. Hearing him groan at the pain made your cunt clench in return. "So big and it's all mine."

Spencer tried to steady his breath, thinking of something else that wasn't his dick in your perfect pussy. He was going through any and all statistics he could remember at the moment in his head, anything to keep still and not just have his way with you.

"Okay, Spence. You can move now, but slow, baby." He whined into your neck as he finally could move his hips. Gently pulling out of you and pushing back in, Spencer was moaning right into your ear at the pleasure. 

Your hand pushed away some of his hair that had fallen in his face, putting it behind his ear. "Th- thank you, mommy, God thank you for letting me fuck you." You could feel his hips speed up a little on their own volition and you tugged a few strands signaling to slow down again. 

"Doing so good for me, baby. You're my good boy right?" He nodded quickly, keeping the pace slow. Languidly thrusting against you. You're planting kisses on his throat, sucking hickeys onto his collarbone.

"Do you wanna cum, bunny? Wanna fill mommy up like a good boy?" Fingers digging into his cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes. His gaze was hazy with pleasure and glassy from unshed tears. "Make mommy come first and you can come inside me."

Spencer's eyes widened and in a matter of seconds, he was thrusting into you at full speed. His hand snaking down to play with your clit. "Yes, thank you, I'll be good. I'll make you come." 

His hand was making quick work at bringing you right to that delicious edge, feeling it become tighter and tighter in your stomach while he pounded into you like a wild beast. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, the angle making him hit that magical spot inside you every time. 

You're moaning unrestrained into his ear, no doubt garnering noise complaints again, but you couldn't care less. "Spence, yes just like that! You fuck me so good, always so good. So big inside me." You're chanting his name like a prayer as he pinched your clit one last time before you fell over the edge, your end bringing his own. 

Feeling you clench down on him hard and pulse around him. A strangled "Oh, shit, I-" before you feel him fill you up completely. He pumped into you a few more times before stilling and laying down on you, careful not to put all of his weight on you. 

You could feel his seed trickle out of you, making a mess on the sheets under you. You stroked Spncer's hair and planted big wet kisses all over his face and neck, anywhere you could reach. "I love you so much, baby."

Spencer is smiling down at you, that big goofy smile that you loved so much. "I love you too, and thank you."

[swaglet]

slinky rant under cut

i will be honest my heart is so so so broken that slinky isn't here anymore but there's a part of me that's relieved. i'd have much rather seen him make a full recovery and live for like 3, 4, even 5 more years like my mom's ferrets did ... and i would do anything for him no matter how sick he was, even if he needed a little ferret wheelchair and hormonal implants and needed to be carried around 24/7 in a bag so i could feed him wet disgusting nutrient paste full of medication .... but in the last couple months while he was in and out of the vet, i could tell he felt so yucky and was tired of feeling that way and the vets weren't sure what was wrong and couldn't figure it out fast enough to fix it or delay it .... but at least now he isn't in pain or stressed anymore :[ he was always really really picky with his food, i would have to have like 4 different bags of digestive support freeze dried meat kibble specifically designed for ferrets in a rotation because if he didn't have variety he would get bored, and if he decided he didn't like one of them anymore and any of his food smelled like the other food he just wouldn't eat and would fling it into a pile onto the floor near the cage ... even though i was feeding him carnivore care that the vets gave us 3x or even 4x a day along with a soupified version of all his favorite kibbles, he wasn't putting on any weight and was actually slowly losing it. i wish our vet wasn't 3 hours away and i wish we had more time to let them figure out what it was, but his little ferret body was probably just old and tired and frail and he was one of the ones that lives to 5 instead of lives to 8. i'm just glad i spent as much time with i did in the last few months and i'm glad i ate every meal with him syringe/spoon feeding him and i'm glad i got so many more months of getting to cuddle him even though he didn't feel very good and was tired.

it makes me soooo sad that he was always so picky with his food, because the very first sign that something is off with your ferret's health is that they will stop eating and drinking, or eat and drink way less frequently, and start losing weight. when i originally took him to the vet years and years ago when he was still just a little baby guy, i was so worried that he'd eaten something he shouldn't have and gotten a partial blockage, or that he had some health issues that made him so picky and finicky with his food. they said he was perfectly fine, showed me all his x rays and bloodwork and a little ct scan of him, nothing was wrong back then except he had allergies & sensitive skin which was fine for me because same girl. his vet said that was just his personality and that i would probably just have to spend a little extra time finding something he enjoyed eating, which was totally fine with me, because i'm just as picky with food as he was so it's like we understood each other. he was always tiny and wiry and just on the border of almost being underweight since the day i got him, despite the supplements and vitamins i was giving him and stuff. i just was ok with the fact i was gonna have to weigh him and monitor it and make sure to change how much food he gets as needed. but near the end, he was sooo so much tinier than he'd ever been in his life and just kept getting tinier despite how much i was giving him. and maybe if he wasn't as picky all thru his life, i could have noticed sooner .... but i think his little body just couldn't handle it anymore. my poor little old man. i miss and love him sm

[smeddiemunson]

68 please ❤️ 🥺

hi @spectrum-spectre thank u for the prompt 🖤

68: “You’re making me blush!”

When Eddie got dragged through hell, killed by demon bats, and then resurrected by Steve Harrington’s CPR skills, he never expected anything to come of it. It was supposed to be one of those experiences, a deeply traumatic experience, that he would live through and then hope to forget about it.

But it didn’t happen that way. He got friends out of it.

He got Nancy Wheeler appearing at his trailer at 6pm sharp every night to tutor him. He got Robin Buckley and her quiet solidarity. He got Jonathan Byers trading tapes with him accepting that Metallica were pretty great, but “The Clash are too!”. He got Argyle, whose last name he didn’t even know, that was always down to share his weed and cuddle.

And he got Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who filled every other gap in Eddie’s life.

All that is to say, Eddie probably should have expected to see his friends cheering his name from a booth near the back of the Hideout as he stepped out onto stage. It shouldn’t have thrown him off. He shouldn’t have been surprised that his band mates were smirking conspiratorially with one another.

He stumbled his way through the set with less grace than usual. It was mostly covers from a pre-approved list that they were given when they booked the gig, but for their service, Corroded Coffin got to play two original songs.

Eddie resolutely didn’t think about how they only got that privilege after news of his murder allegations spread beyond the Hawkins boarders.

“Eddie!” Robin waved at him from the front of the stage, bouncing on her toes. Steve stood next to her and the others were all still at the table they’d commandeered. “Come here!”

He glanced towards his band mates, he’d feel shitty if he left them to pack up without him. They all rolled their eyes in sync and waved him off.

Eddie shared fist bumps with them all and tossed his van keys to Gareth. As the only one with a vehicle large enough to drive all their kit around, he was always the designated driver. Though nights like tonight made him wish he wasn’t.

“Hey!” Eddie said as he crouched at the edge of the stage. It wasn’t raised as high as real stages in real venues, but it gave him enough of a lift that he could swing his legs off the side to sit on the edge and have his feet not touch the floor.

“Why didn’t you tell me you guys were coming?”

“We wanted it to be a surprise,” Steve said. “Are you surprised?”

“Oh, for sure, pretty boy.” Eddie mentally socked himself in the jaw for the pet name but smoothly continued on. “What did you think?”

Steve shifted his weight so he could lean against the stage. He had to tilt his neck back slightly more to look at Eddie, showing the long slope of his neck and the freckle Eddie always finds himself wanting to nibble on whenever he catches sight of it.

He dug his fingernails into his thigh to stop himself reaching out to touch. The last thing he needed was to be distracted by thoughts of his hands on Steve’s neck.

“I think you were great!”

“Oh, Stevie!” Eddie laughed, pulling hair in front of his face. “You’re making me blush! Keep going.”

Steve playfully rolled his eyes with a fake put-upon sigh. “If you insist—“

“I do.”

“I don’t, like, get your music, but you looked, I don’t know, happy? And that made me enjoy it, you know?” Steve ducked his head away from Eddie’s gaze. “It mostly sounded like noise but seeing you enjoy it was fun. It’s like you were made to be on stage.”

“You really think so?” Eddie asked. He really needed to stop being shocked about anything to do with Steve Harrington; first they were friends, now he was validating the greatest love of Eddie’s life?

“I do!” Steve wrinkled his nose when he thought hard about something and his eyes narrowed. “I can’t explain it but, you know how people always say Freddie Mercury or David Bowie were born to be on stage? Born to be performers?”

He waited until Eddie nodded before continuing. “I mean I’ve only seen them on MTV but you’re in the same category as them for me.”

Eddie bit his lip to stop himself from grinning too much. “You‘ve gotta stop, Stevie, or I can’t be responsible for what I do.”

Steve laughed. “All the more reason to keep going then, right?”

Eddie eyed him for a moment. He always got the sense that Steve was trying to say more than he let on. Part of it might have been wishful thinking, but even Eddie’s overactive imagination couldn’t conjure up Steve having the same feelings he did, it was just too far fetched.

“What would you do if I kept going?”

Eddie dropped his head closer to Steve’s, he could feel the heat off his skin and smell the musky cologne Steve always wore; it was almost enough for Eddie to get lost in. He took a second to let his eyes glance around the room, to make sure they weren’t being watched.

“I’d have to kiss you,” he confessed, pulling back quickly so he could gauge Steve’s expression.

Steve’s eyebrows twitched upwards and his lips parted slightly, but he didn’t look like he was about to punch Eddie in the face, so he considered it a win.

“Oh,” Steve breathed. “In that case, we should go somewhere else because I have so much more to say.”

Eddie gaped at him.

He really really had to stop being shocked about Steve Harrington.

[kunikinnie]

hello! could i request a reader that clings onto kunikida when they feel insecure? like after a bad day they just tackle kunikida out of the blue and wrap their arms around him HAHSHA idk i just really want kunikida to comfort me

thank you if you decide to write it!! but don't pressure yourself into doing it if you don't want to :) thank you again in advance huhu

a/n: hi! i tried to finish this asap since it feels a little urgent but it still took wayy longer than anticipated :') thank you for your patience!

Your sudden but no-longer-surprising cuddles were one of the spontaneous things that Kunikida loved. Despite his seeming nonchalance (and even annoyance at times), every embrace meant so much to him. He'd let you cling onto him even if he was shuffling through papers or revising his schedule; how could he ever deny affection from you?

But this time was different. Your arms were snaked around his waist and locked so tightly that he thought he'd be forced to sit like this on a bed all night. From that alone he knew something was up. However, once he felt the slightest shiver in your grasp, it was all but confirmed.

"What's wrong, Y/N?"

"It's nothing. Let's just stay like this... please."

Was it really nothing? Usually he'd simply obey without question, but now was different. Unable to shift his focus back to whatever the heck he was doing, he put aside his notebook and slid down until your faces were nearly touching.

"It's not okay," he said in a voice that softened as much as his eyes. "You know you can tell me, Y/N."

You knew that. You knew that well. But now that you're facing him like this, you weren't sure if you could bring yourself to be honest.

"It's something stupid. I-I don't-"

"If you're affected by it then it's not stupid."

Your troubled eyes hesitated to meet his, afraid that all they'd see would be exhaustion from the day's ordeals. It was unfortunately a common sight, and the last thing you wanted to do was add to that in any way.

Instead, you were met with such tender concern that it felt impossible not to give in.

"Of course, if you don't want to talk about it then it's fine," Kunikida added as he gently pulled you in for a tighter embrace. "I just don't want the weight of it all to crush you."

Funny thing is you were the one who said those exact words to him - in a different context, in a different light. Not once did you think it would ever apply to you. Yet here you were, just about to fall for those words the way he did back then.

Your thoughts flowed out much more smoothly than you expected. The doubts, the insecurities - everything. And he simply lay there patiently by your side, not letting go for even a moment.

"...so that's what's been bothering you?"

"I told you it's stupid," you repeated but with less than half the force from earlier. "Especially since you already showed me that portion in your notebook before... I don't want to discredit you or anything. It's really just... ugh."

You were referring to the few pages dedicated to you in his notebook. Things he loved about you, things he wanted to remember about you, etc. It nearly made you cry the first time he showed it to you.

As expected, he stiffened when you mentioned it. Agh. Maybe you shouldn't have brought it up-

"I suppose there's no choice, then."

Kunikida stood up and left the bedroom for a bit, leaving you wondering what he was doing. His trusty ideals were right on the nightstand, so why did he leave?

It didn't take long before he returned with a different notebook. It was larger and of a different type from what he normally used.

"I remember the night you read those original pages," he said calmly. "With how much you cried, there were so many splotches on the pages that I told myself I had to rewrite them."

Your cheeks turned pink at the memory. Alright. Yes. You didn't just nearly cry that night.

"I was going to continue them on the next pages of the ideals book, but there wasn't enough space. I was wrong to consider that in the first place, though. A few pages would never be enough."

He handed you the new journal with no hesitation this time. You quickly scanned the pages, overwhelmed by what and how much was written in it. It was basically an expanded version of that portion of his notebook and so much more.

Finally, you landed on the very first page - which really should have been the first thing you read - which made your watery eyes widen even further.

On it was a picture of you smiling, and below it was written: "Keeping Y/N Happy."

"I-I guess it's a bit, uh, what do you call it..." his face was turning red yet he did his best to maintain his composure. He cleared his throat before he spoke once more. "But seriously, the purpose of that is exactly as it's written there. If you want, there's an activities section that you can read and choose from - we can do that tomorrow."

You silently followed his suggestion while Kunikida, unable to contain his own emotions, continued.

"You may doubt yourself sometimes, and that's normal. You may even doubt me when I say that I genuinely trust you and your capabilities - and again, that's normal. The important thing is that you don't let it take over. That's why that," he pointed to the notebook in your hands," exists. To dispel the many uncertainties you may have with the few certainties that you do have. One of them being my love for you."

He gently took your hand and squeezed it firmly. His hands were cold.

"I love you, Y/N. I'll never get tired of reminding you that. If you need help with anything I'll find a way - we'll find a way. So trust me, okay?"

...what was the point of holding it in anymore?

You immediately wrapped your arms around him once more (after putting away the notebook gently, of course). The suddenness took him by surprise, but Kunikida quickly returned the gesture and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"I love you too," you said between sobs. "Thank you so, so much. Sorry for making your shirt wet."

"It's fine."

"Also sorry for making your other notebook wet. I won't do it again, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," he replied lightheartedly. He wouldn't mind if you did get them wet unintentiona-

"On second thought," flashbacks from previous incidents of 'unintentional' water spillage suddenly stung him. "Make that promise. Please."

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[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Kitten update!

So Maraly's kittens are now four weeks (1 month) old and Leeli's are now 3 weeks old! And you know what that means...

NAMES! :D

I know some of you wanted me to give them Wingfeather names to go with the mamas, but the problem with that is... we can't keep 11 kittens. Even I, who am the epitome of a crazy cat lady with the softest heart for kittens ever, know that this is not feasible. We already had four cats before this, and we're keeping the three original rescues. We can't have 18 cats again, especially if 16 are inside our house! And it's going to be very hard for me to give the babies up as it is and giving them names of characters (or other cats I've had) I love will just make this harder. Also, my mom came home one day like, "so I think we should name the kittens after Inkheart characters" and who am I to disagree I love the Inkheart series. That being said there is one special baby kitten with a Wingfeather name but I'll get to her later.

Maraly's babies names!

So this is Elinor (Ellie), formerly known as Gray! She is the eldest kitten, Maraly's firstborn, and she acts like it! She is the biggest and most advanced in skills. My mom said the other day (and I agree) that she acts more like a 6 week old than a 4 week old (and she weighs 1.2 pounds! That's about a FOURTH of Maraly's body weight!). She leads the charge in most accomplishments (except eating, interestingly enough, she was the third to start eating wet food) being able to run, hop, climb, play with balls, use the litterbox and attempt to escape their playpen before all the rest of her siblings! And she is the SWEETEST little darling- loves to cuddle and looks at you with the most adoring eyes. We don't know who she's meant to help, but she is an awfully special kitten and God definitely has a plan for her.

This is Roxanne (Roxie), formerly known as Four as she was the fourth of Maraly's kittens born. She is right behind her sister Ellie in all physical accomplishments, though she was the last kitten to start eating wet food (I JUST got her to start YESTERDAY!). She is a BUSY little thing, always running and adventuring somewhere! She wants to go everywhere and see everything. She's also very sweet, though less cuddly and she likes to try and climb my legs. xD

Maraly's three black babies are nigh impossible to distinguish in pictures so here's just some cute pictures of the three of them.

The biggest black kitten's name is Inkheart, as she is black and easiest to see markings on in the right light (since Inkheart is the name of a book markings=words, I thought it was fun and my mom insisted we name a kitten Inkheart so xD). She was the first to start eating solid food (wet AND dry food!). She screamed a LOT at me when she was younger but now she likes to climb on my lap and cuddle (or bite me, y'know, depends on the mood xD).

The second biggest kitten is named Sabine, formerly known as white spot. My dad named this one after a character in the Star Wars show Rebels since we've been watching it and we all think she's cool. She was the second kitten to start eating wet food and she ALSO likes to climb on my lap and attack and/or cuddle with me. xD

The littlest black kitten is Maraly's one and only boy, named The Black Prince (Prince) and formerly known as white tip, since he has a few white hairs on the very tip of his tail and it's how I've been distinguishing him since he was a newborn. xD He's an awfully cute little bugger, and fiesty, very playful.

All three of Maraly's black babies frequently play together and get up to trouble together. For instance, today they were trying to climb on top of their play tent WHILE their baby cousins were sleeping in it! They also often gang up on Maraly to nurse from her. xD Two of them (Prince and Sabine, I think) have been claimed by a girl who works at a local bakery my mom often stops at, so they will be able to continue to cause trouble together even after they leave us!

Since tumblr only lets me put ten pictures in a post and this is already quite long I'm going to put the names of Leeli's babies in another post (hopefully soon). In the meantime, here's a few more pictures:

*I'll make a man out of you playing in the background*

Meeting uncle Kalmar! (he was so sweet and nice to her! didn't hiss or growl and I think he gave her a kiss here <3)

This kitten is illegally cute *flips table*

[skysometric]

A Special Bond

this one's extra hard to write.

we lost a second cat this year: our beloved Lily, the last of her family after her brother Smokey passed away in August. she died of kidney failure, a cat's equivalent of old age, on the day before Thanksgiving. much like with her brother, we loved her dearly and gave her the best care we could – no regrets.

Lily had a more serious demeanor compared to the rest of her family. born the runt of the litter with three brothers to fend off, she wasn't much interested in playing. instead, she preferred the thrill of a real hunt – catching all manner of bugs, mice, and birds to bring to our doorstep.

then she would proudly curl up in someone's lap and purr louder than anyone else in the house, leaning into every pet, asking for chin and tummy rubs. this is where she most showed her silly side, as she would clean herself and then forget to put her tongue away, sporting a big ol blep 💖

Lily started life as a very skittish and anxious cat, but mellowed out as she got older, growing more comfortable with being around other humans. but the one human she was never scared of… was me.

see, one day when i was a kid, a tuxedo tomcat showed up at my family's doorstep. you know the story – sometimes, a cat decides to adopt a human family, rather than the other way around. we named him Oscar, and when he grew more comfortable with us, he brought his girlfriend along; we named her Butterscotch.

by comparison, Butterscotch was less friendly, more wild. she would hide under our house, only coming out when we fed her, rarely but cautiously allowing us to pet her.

before we could afford to have them fixed, they had kids. and when they did, a miracle occurred.

we rushed outside when we heard the sound of Butterscotch giving birth. and when we did… she brought us each of her four kittens, one by one. despite her cautious nature, she trusted us!

my brother and i each grew attached to one of the kittens, and got to name them. he bonded with Smokey. i bonded with Lily. and our lives were changed forever.

we loved the other cats too, named them and took care of them. Butterscotch taught them how to hunt, Oscar taught them how to be friendly with humans. we had a big family of six wonderful cats!

but most of them didn't survive when we moved. two of them ran each other off before we moved, one ran away after we moved… and our new house had no space underneath, so Butterscotch was not happy with her new home, passing after a year or so.

the only two that survived, stayed with us through multiple moves, lived past 7 years old… were Smokey and Lily, who each lived to 16.

and now, in less than a year, both are gone.

it's hard, you know? these two cats defined my childhood. when i needed comfort before bed, they were there to cuddle. when i visited home from high school and college, they were happy to see me again. when i struggled with my parents' divorce, they were still my family. when my partner moved in with me, they treated her as family too.

we still have two other cats, both unrelated to the original family. but the house is so much emptier now.

now that Lily's gone, the weight of both of their deaths is fully sinking in. i know grief is a part of life… but i'm not sure i've ever had to carry so much grief at once. this is new to me.

and it's more than just the cats. this is symbolic. my entire family has moved on; my parents have divorced, my brother lives across the country. everything i knew from my childhood is now just a memory, and my memory isn't very good anymore. that's why i write things down.

i'm finally in a place where i can reckon with all of this loss… for so much of the last 10 years i've had to be in go, go, go mode to survive. here i finally am, with all these losses behind me, and i'm only now able to process it. all at once, my childhood has faded, and it's my turn to move on.

…so i want to build a new adulthood to be proud of. for how much they helped me grow, i think Lily and Smokey would be happy to see that.

[bitterfishiesstuff]

Tw talking about pending animal death(pet)

My cat is on my bed. I had to carry him up. He's never been a good jumper. But usually he'd sink his claws into the top of the matress and frantically claw up every night to cuddle. I still made a quilt, even though I knew I'd be constantly patching it up.

He couldn't manage that tonight. He hadn't last night, but I hadn't realized until I woke up and he wasn't laying on my pillow. Giant paw pulling my hair out, meowing at me to feed him because no one else does when he asks.

So I carried him. I carried him and didn't cry as I pet him and told him how wonderful he is. I am now, because he sat next to me for several minutes then decided he didn't want pets and settled by my feet.

He *always* sleeps by my head. I read that it meant he felt he needed me to protect him. That cats who sleep by your feet feel they need to protect you.

He's by my feet and I'm crying because he can't protect me from this and I can't save him from the end he's waiting for. I've been lying to myself, saying he'll put the weight back on, he's still active, he'll bounce back!

Then he stopped eating and now...

Now I have a cat on my bed and I'm not sure he'll wake up in the morning. But I love him so much. He is my first cat, a gift from my partner because I'd never been able to have a cat or dog growing up and I wanted one so bad. He's the best gift they ever gave me.

We went to the shelter and I had my eye set on another cat that had disappeared from the online adoption page. We went in and instead,I saw him in a miserable ball, all alone in the back of his cage. My partner wasn't sure, they wanted an out going cat that would cuddle with me. Not an introvert. Thankfully the lady with us opened the cage and showed us that he immediately glued himself to the nearest human with a purr. He'd been returned after 6 days because he hadn't integrated with the families original cat fast enough. I later found out we may have been his fourth owners in less then a year.

He's the fluffest bastard who'd chase after my ankles when I didn't do what he wanted. Who played fetch with the stress balls I stole from work until we got another cat and she taught him cats don't play fetch. He never stole food until this year when my partner gave him beef and he became a fiend everytime we cooked it. Using his long ass to grab the table and look over like a little kid trying to sneak a sweet. He groomed me with in an inch of my life then bit me for good measure, never breaking the skin. He'd yell constantly. Not talk YELL. Demanding attention constantly.

He's quiet now. He meowed at me today once and I gushed over him like it was his first word.

That maybe the last time I hear him.

But tonight he's in bed, guarding me from the very shadow he's chasing.

I hope he finds it, although it will break my heart. He deserves to go in his sleep, chasing green dinosaur toys and stuff mice.

Love your cat a little harder for me tonight, and if you have a pet that's gone over the rainbow Bridge, can you ask them to have a green cheap ass squishy triceratops ready. It's his favorite toy. And he loves octopus if they have that too.

[withsunlight]

there's two options floating around in emmy's mind while she nibbles at another few kernels of popcorn ----------- one of course is paying attention to the short film stephen had gone to all the trouble of choosing for the two of them ( one of his favorites, he’d made sure to mention — which meant there had been a lot of thought put into wanting her to see it as well ), while the other is turning her eyes upwards and spending the majority of the time watching him watch the screen instead. ( it’s a tough call — both are equally entertaining for her. and while one option is completely new, there’s a solid argument for what she already knows will be worth her attention. ) the case for the latter gets a little added weight to it when she realizes that in the time it took her to retrieve the sodas she’d brought that the arm she’d been resting against now fell around her shoulders. ( he was already warm to lean there against, but now that he’s around her, she feels even more at ease … and finds herself cuddling into his side just a little bit more without stopping to wonder if perhaps she’s overstepping a line somewhere. )

so maybe now there’s a third option she needs to be splitting her attention over.

she at least tries to watch the film --- her intention being to say something about norman reedus when she lifts her chin to look at him again; how this might be the first time she’s ever heard someone say anything other than the boondock saints when it comes to his movie roles , but before she can, stephen’s gone and changed the subject to something while just as interesting as their conversation had been before, feels a bit more … compelling.

her eyes only have a split second to register quiet surprise when he leans down to kiss her, and even less time to abandon the soda and try to reach out and catch his jaw with her fingertips ( she doesn’t ) before he’s retreating. instead, those painted fingertips land on her lips ( a pretty lackluster consolation prize for where they’d wanted to be, she’ll admit ) and linger there for a moment as she lets the kiss sink in. maybe her cozying up hadn’t been as subtle as she’d thought it had been. she stays that way for another moment or two, lips rolling slowly inward as her tongue dots the middle of the pair now that she’s back to that original second option of watching him watch the movie. he won’t look at her now — his focus on the screen feels more out of sheer will than immersion in the plot.

he’s going to have to forgive her for interrupting the film again; especially since it was one of his favorites.

“hey,” her voice is soft as she attempts to shift herself under his arm ( while keeping herself under his arm as best she can — the last thing she wants to do now is make him retreat even more ) so she can see him a little more eye - to - eye than she had been before, looking up in admiration when he’d been talking about cigarette burns. even with his eyes fixed on the laptop screen, she can see the hint of red that’s painted over his cheeks as he chews away at his lip --- and decides it probably feels a lot like the one that no doubt awash on hers … it’s still lingering there long after he’d kissed her.

"hold on," she reaches for his chin again, two fingers catching the cleft that halves it and the more - than - a - few - days - worth of stubble that covers it, hoping to gently guide his attention away from the absolute end of the world and towards something a little more … hopeful. she wets her lips quickly as she takes in a half a breath, catching his mouth with her reply to the first offering; just as sweet, just as soft, but perhaps just a little bit longer. at least long enough to get the point across before she pulls back for the slightest sliver of space needed so she can smile against his lips. “i wanted another one.”

"It also has Norman Reedus in it, before he blew up and got wildly well-known. I think this is one of my favorite roles of his."

The next kernel disappeared in his maw and he chewed thoughtfully while the measure of readjustments went through the queue. He'd never really had a movie night like this with someone, let alone someone he was interested in. He was hyper aware of himself on all fronts of the topic: his body in placement to hers, how loud he might be chewing (and he slowed down, pushed the popcorn to his back teeth with his tongue and was sure to chew quieter), if everything in his room was presentable.

And he wasn't exactly a sloppy guy, but he was a college boy and there were little things that connected them all like the genus of species they were. Shoes pushed to the far wall, mostly in order but the occasional that had been obviously kicked off and left where it fell. He'd picked up his laundry except last night's clothes, which sat in a neat pile next to the shoes (and one could easily see where he'd shucked his jeans and simply left them there to exist until it was their turn to go into the hamper). His various zip-up sweaters and hoodies lined the wall rack that stood in for extra closet space and one or two of them hung off the hangers where they'd rubbed against the choice he'd thumbed for today.

Perhaps his desk was the biggest example of mess with text books stacked haphazardly and a few notebooks strewn, with one even open to what he had last been scrawling for homework. Only the place his iMac had lived was neat to perfection.

Oh, and the top throw blanket of his bed was bundled at the foot instead of laid over the rest of the bedding when he'd actually bothered to put it all together (a performance for his guest, be assured).

He readjusted his arm so she could fit into the crook of it (someone might consider it smooth if he'd put any thought to the fact that he'd just slid it around her) but as she settled against him after fetching the soda it just happened. Bracelets adorning his wrists chimed and snapped as he did and as Stephen watched Kirby Sweetman worry over the $200,000 debt he owed his former father-in-law he wet his lips for the thousandth time. Popcorn had been long since swallowed.

When Emmy made mention of trusting his judgment he found his green hues shifting from the 4k screen down to her, caught the genuine glimmer in her own astonishing verdance and the way the smile lit her entire face up. He did without thinking first, found himself leaning forward to catch her tiers with his own in the shortest and sweetest of kisses.

And then he realized what he'd done and peeled back, settled back from the slightest of shifts toward her and quickly locked his eyes back on the screen. Cheeks flushed a violent shade of red and he'd wished his hair was more in his eyes (as it usually was) now than it actually was. He resumed chewing his upper lip.

[calumxkisses]

Us | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: Michael and Crystal take you and Calum along to visit their wedding hall and it's the perfect location for a dance full of love.

a/n: am i obsessed with the idea of dancing with Calum? yes. let me know if you liked it. i'm still not really good at writing fluff imagines but i'm learning and i'll hopefully do better in the future.

you should read this imagine while listening to: us

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“So, this is the wedding hall?” Calum asks as he enters looking around the room. The structure is huge, there is still a lot to do but some decorations have already been fixed.

“Yeah, there are a few things we would like to change but it’s pretty much gonna be like this.” Michael responds, walking inside the room and looking around.

“It's lovely, guys. It's like being in a fairy tale.” You whisper while looking around the room. Your fingers are barely intertwined with Calum's as you look at the room, admiring the ceiling and the windows overlooking the sea.

You turn to Crystal and notice a tear running down her face as she admires the room. A smile forms on your face as you see your best friend so happy, her dream is coming true and you couldn't feel more proud of her.

This marriage has overcome the strangest obstacles, the biggest certainly was having to be postponed due to a pandemic, but their love has never stopped in front of these, it has grown more and more and to be able to be among the witnesses of their love is among the things you are most grateful for.

The room is very large, has an oval shape and is surrounded by windows overlooking the sea. Some tables have already been set up and embellished, they are also circular in shape and have floral decorations in the center. The tablecloth is embroidered in lace, it is pearl white but the different colored decorations, which accompany the flowers in the center, make the table look wonderful and original, recalling Crystal's passion for plants.

The chairs that surround them, simple but still elegant, have ribbons that decorate them. They’re gold and white, yet their simple design makes them look gorgeous.

“We are going to talk to the wedding planner to fix some things, in the meantime you can stay here and see if there is something else that we should change.” Crystal's voice grabs your attention, as she approaches Michael and takes his hand in hers. The wedding planner is at the entrance, smilingly waits for the couple and, for a moment, you think that there can’t be a more beautiful job than being able to make the dreams of couples come true.

“Calum, can you check that the stereo is working? They told me they fixed it but I haven't been able to check it yet, you'd be doing me a big favor.” Michael asks as he leaves the room grinning and not leaving time to Calum to reply.

“Gotcha.” Your boyfriend replies, shaking his head in amusement and smiling.

As Calum approaches the speakers, you take another moment to admire the room.

Looking up, your breath locks in your chest as Crystal's gorgeous decorations leave you in awe. The ceiling, which was previously simply white and wooden, is decorated with strips of tulle hanging like waves, giving life to a sense of peace and softness. The stripes extend all over the ceiling, giving the impression of being in the middle of the clouds.

In addition to the tulle, in a delicate way, some threads of small lights descend from the ceiling, romantically illuminating the room and creating an intimate and unobtrusive atmosphere.

A small elegant chandelier hangs in the center of the room, it is gold and its light is not as strong as someone might think, it is ideal to keep the room more illuminated in the most important moments, but its presence is more scenic than functional.

Some leaves and some flowers come down intertwined along the edges of the windows, hiding the window frame and making the atmosphere of the room even more simple and elegant.

The main theme is certainly white and gold, but Crystal and Michael made sure to add a few more hints of color as well, in order to make the room less monotonous and more fairytale.

The light inside the room disappears, leaving only the small lights that descend from the ceiling on. You open your mouth to ask what happened, but the words do not come out as your gaze rests on the sea outside the room, calm as in the best days, while a wonderful sunset is reflecting on the clear water. The sky is painted orange and pink, some clouds are scattered in the sky and you no longer have any doubts on why your friends have chosen this location.

There is a sense of peace in the air and you feel like you are in a different world, in a world of calm and joy, while the land where you have lived in these difficult months seems a distant memory.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Calum whispers in your ear as his hands rest on your hips from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking outside.

“If it's a dream, please don't wake me up.” You whisper, closing your eyes and letting the sea air coming in through the window on your left, caress your face.

“I could never do that, you are too beautiful when you sleep.” You can see him smile as he whispers those words and, as every time he smiles, you smile too. There is something contagious about his joyful expressions, they warm your heart and you can't help but share them with him.

“Does the stereo system work?” You ask after a few minutes of silence, turning around to face him and leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

“Do you want to try it with me?” he asks with a smile, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and pressing a couple of buttons on the screen.

“What do you mean?” A confused expression forms on your face. The long lilac summer dress moves with every blow of the wind but the summer temperature makes sure that you don't feel cold.

Calum puts the phone back in his pocket and, after a few seconds, the first notes of your favorite love song can be heard throughout the room.

While you smile, your boyfriend clears his throat and, reaching out his hand, asks you: “May I have this dance?”

Your cheeks turn red and the muscles of your face stretch into an even bigger smile as you nod and grab his hand. Calum walks you to the center of the room and holds your hips, bringing you closer to him.

And, as the first words of one of the most beautiful love songs echo in the room, you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes as your feet move to the sweet rhythm of the music.

Sometimes I'm beaten

Sometimes I'm broken

'Cause sometimes this is nothing but smoke

Is there a secret?

Is there a code?

Can we make it better?

'Cause I'm losing hope

Calum had never loved dancing, at least not this much. His footsteps were limited to a few twirls and jumps on stage or some weird movement on the dance floor, when the alcohol level in his body was way too high to be ashamed of anything he was doing. He had always seen dancing as something that did not belong to him, an activity that stressed him more than it should, and he had never imagined that he could love it so much.

But after you arrived in his life, one of the moments he loves the most is to dance with you, at two in the morning, in the kitchen, to the notes of any love song you are obsessed with in that moment, in the peace of the silence and of the sleepless night, while Duke looks at you confused and waits for the right moment to come ask for cuddles.

The way you let him hold you, the way you let yourself be vulnerable in front of him, away from judging eyes, and the way he feels like protecting you, in the darkness of the room, makes him feel a sense of calm that he hasn' t felt for a long time before your presence in his life.

And even if he was the universe's worst dancer and the whole world was watching him, he’d still dance with you.

Tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how could I believe in something

I believe in us

Calum squeezes your hand tightly as, observing you with eyes full of love, he spins you in front of him. The sunlight lights up your face and the man in front of you is sure he has never seen anything more beautiful. You look like a Greek goddess, the kind you hear in stories and in history books, the goddesses who saved the bravest soldiers and helped them in the toughest feats.

This is how he feels, ever since he saw in you a friend - and then a girlfriend - more than an enemy, he saw his little world in fractions being put back into place, with delicacy and love, and he is ready to sacrifice his most important assets to always have you on his side.

The sun is slowly setting, making room for the moon and all its stars. Yet, with him holding you tight, it seems to you that the world has stopped.

After the wreckage

After the dust

I still hear the howling, I still feel the rush

Over the riots, above all the noise

Through all the worry, I still hear your voice

Calum would be able to describe every single moment he walked into the dark and you led his way out with your light. Whenever he had writer's block, whenever anxiety kept him from getting through his day, whenever his thoughts got too dark and the demons took over, you were there.

Your delicate hands caressing his face or the sweet melody of your voice whispering comforting words, Calum remembers every one of these moments, every single one.

When the world becomes too heavy and distressing, he knows that you will be by his side and that you will help him carry the heavy weight.

And when the insecurities make their way into him, you will always be ready to remind him that he deserves to be loved.

So, tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Tell me when the light goes out

That even in the dark we will find a way out

Tell me now 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Between dance steps, Calum lulls you slowly, the song continues to echo in your ears, and even your jaw relaxes. It’s so calming to not feel the weight of the world and the speed of time but to be able to enjoy this moment with a light heart and a head empty of all worries. In a society that runs fast and demands perfection from everything, having the opportunity to be able to stop and be left alone in love and peace is a luxury that cannot always be granted. Especially when your boyfriend is in an internationally famous band and you are trying to make your smaller, yet still of great value, dreams come true.

There is no worry about having to say the right words, having to wear the best clothes or just being yourself and praying to be accepted by millions of people who don't know you but who judge you as being part of your life.

‘She's not good enough for him’ or ‘He deserves someone more beautiful, with a perfect body, with a good mental health’ or even ‘She doesn't really love him, she does it for the money’ And there are also those gorgeous people he meets often, who work in some radio or who know mutual friends, and immediately those words written under your photos get inside you and make every certainty collapse.

You look at yourself into the mirror and you think they're right, that you're not perfect and that he really deserves one of those cover girls or someone who won't make him worry if you don't answer the phone. Insecurities that, however, under the sheets of a now familiar home, Calum makes you forget about.

And the words he whispers to you every day, the way he looks at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the world, the consideration he has of you, the notes he leaves on the table when he goes out or all those details that he pays attention to, they convince you that he doesn't care what size you are, the color of your skin or the negative thoughts that cross your mind, he loves you for your intelligence, for the kindness you carry in your heart and the delicacy with which you treat him, for the funny sound of your laugh and the way you make him feel in heaven, while reminding him to always keep his feet on the ground. And those comments, those ideas, disappear in the blink of an eye.

And now, like every time you’re with him, with your head on his chest and with his arms holding you, with the sea in the background and the lights that illuminate that corner of paradise that Crystal created, everything seems to be in the right place.

Used to be kids living just for kicks

In cinema seats, learning how to kiss

Running through streets that were painted gold

We never believed we'd grow up like this

Calum had never had good words to describe his love life. He had had love stories he was not proud of, toxic or in which he hadn't really felt strong feelings, and of the only good stories he had had, he didn’t like to tell about them because he was ashamed of how he had lived them. He believed that he hadn’t committed enough or that he hadn’t loved in the right ways.

So, he had decided not to try anymore, to put aside that desire to want to create something with someone and the more the people around him fell in love with and the more he thought about the effort he should have made, and all that stress made him forget the meaning to love. He didn’t want to meet anyone anymore, his life was good as it was.

And when you showed up awkwardly, in ruined makeup and wet clothes, Calum had thought of a thousand reasons why he didn't want to deal with you. Who shows up at an event dressed like this? What kind of girls does Crystal meet? And the way you talked about how your umbrella broke halfway and how you were about to be hit by a car didn't interest him. Calum just wanted to eat at that restaurant, pulled there by his best friends after a day spent in the studio.

And when the party moved to a friend’s house, it only bothered him how carefully you made sure you didn't spill your drink as you moved between dancing bodies and wagging dogs. He couldn't stand how you talked about life to Ashton, the love you put into describing the people who were part of it.

And when he saw you a few weeks later, he hated the way you greeted him and the way you worried about how he was doing. All too cheesy, too filmy and unrealistic.

But then, without realizing it, between one hateful look and another, Calum listened with interest to the way you talked about your passions and hobbies, how you described the places you had visited and the cities you dreamed of seeing. He laughed at you dancing and smiled when you paid attention to what people were saying around you, mentally marking down all the information to make sure to always ask the right questions.

And he found himself wanting the same attention from you, to see the smile you gave to others, dedicated to him. And so his answers to you became less and less cold and he had become less good at hiding his sweet eyes from you.

And even though every cell of his body was asking otherwise, to not feel another broken heart, Calum had decided to kiss you in the backstage of the iHeartRadio 2018, while you were wearing his leather jacket and moving his hair from the front of his eyes.

And the rest is history.

So, tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Tell me when the light goes out

That even in the dark we will find a way out

Tell me now 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

And like when Emily Bronte said ‘Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’, as in the case of your love, there isn't much to do. You cannot go against fate if two hearts are meant to spend the rest of eternity together.

There are no arguments, reasons or strong enough excuses to separate those who are connected by much more than just love. And that’s what makes you this close, that in the darkness of the world, in the hell of fear and anger, that strong feeling resists, and fighting together is always better than doing it alone.

It’s a strong love, ready to defeat everything that tries to divide it, ready to sacrifice the absolute good of one, in order to spend the rest of life in misery together.

Like the rebellious angels, who preferred an earthly love to the eternal glory of God, so you are bound to laugh and cry together, and there is nothing that can make you happier than that.

Calum turns you around one last time, whispering a compliment in your ear and making your laughter echo across the room. The sun has now set and the stars are taking its place, the lights that descend from the ceiling look like little fairies that got lost admiring your love and the room has taken the shape of a magical forest.

Your friends are at the door of the entrance, with eyes full of love they look at the two of you laughing together and their hearts melt to see you so in love and they can’t help but imagine themselves in your place, in a few weeks, ready to dance and share the same love that you and Calum are sharing.

Breaking the peace of that dream, with pride and a grin on his face, is Michael, clapping and laughing at the way your boyfriend is completely in love with you but also feeling happy to see him so positively changed. He takes a few steps toward you and you don't need to hear him speak to imagine the comments he's thinking, making you and Calum shake your heads smiling.

“Just so you know, I expect to see you dance like that at our wedding too.” Your best friend's sweet voice says as she points at you by moving her finger between you and your boyfriend.

You run toward Crystal, her pink hair is tied up in a low ponytail, with a few tufts running down her face. Her smile is big on her face, lighting up her joyful expression. You have a billion questions to ask her, most of them are about the choices they made for the final decorations and your heart is so full at thinking about your best friends getting married.

You’re too caught up in your happiness to notice Calum, just a dozen steps behind you, smiling to his bandmate while whispering: “I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Well, you know what to do.” Michael responds by nodding with his head and looking proudly at his best friend.

“Will you help me organize the proposal?”

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[fightxxmexxshiggy]

Can you do a bakugou smut where bakugou liked to do the do in the shower bc his quirk doesn't go off on his S/O? If it makes you uncomfortable then it's fine, please and thank you! ❤

Power outage and the grenade.

The power goes out and cause you and BAKUGOU to think outside the box.

TW: shower sex, domination, degradation, breeding kink.

Word count 1400

Today was just not your day. Some ridiculous villain had caused a city wide power outage during an attack in the middle of summer. If that weren't bad enough this week had just been forecast as a record breaking heatwave. You had opened all the windows to get a breeze going in the house but it really wasn't doing you any good at this point seeing as you were sweating more than your live grenade of a boyfriend. You had stripped down to lay on your bed so you could at least melt in comfort when you heard your apartment door open and shut. The sound of heavy boots being tossed at the wall and close dropping to the floor was all the announcement you received to your mans arrival home.

" princess you look like a damn corpse! What the hell are you doing?"

You mumbled that you were trying to melt in comfort before his loud ass interrupted you. He started to shout again only to release a small explosion as he stepped towards the bed. You jumped up much to your tired bodies protest ready to kick his ass out of the house. Only when you looked at him you could see the frustration written on his face. This wasn't his usual expression when he was frustrated this was something more. When you reached out for him he jumped back and held his hands up like a criminal.

"Don't look at me like that baby I wanna touch you but this heat is fucking with my quirk and I keep letting off random explosions without knowing the force that will come out. That bastard fucked my whole day up! I got sent home early and I can't touch my fucking princess!"

While Katsuki growled and ranted you got more and more upset. The one time he gets to come home early and he couldn't even touch you without potential maiming you?! You sat back on the barely listening to him. After a few moments without a response from you he stopped and looked at your heartbroken expression. Standing completely still, he radiated worry and anger before walking out of the room. You heard the shower turn on and guessed he was trying to relax himself. Before you could lay back in your original position you heard Katsuki calling for you.

"Princess get your ass in here!"

You shuffled down the hall slowly to hot and tired to walk normally. Once in the bathroom you were shocked to see Katsuki grining at you. You were also shocked at just how good that man looked wet. The water was running down his skin tracing all the lines and dips that your tongue had traced a thousand times before. Standing halfway in the doorway you give a little whimper, annoyed that he would tease you like this when you weren't able to touch each other. He let's out a cruel chuckle and beckons you forward, croaking two fingers in your direction. You take a few steps forward only to stop an arms length away from the shower.

"Don't look so dumb, princess. The waters canceling out my quirk. So long as we stay under the spray I can fuck that needy little cunt all night."

You thought for a moment about the high water bill you would have next month. But you could honestly give a fuck less at this point. Climbing into a shower with Katsuki had never felt so good. The water was cooling you down even as the feel of his body was warming you up. Katsuki wasted no time reaching between your thighs, arm curving over your ass as he did so. He rubbed the rim of your pussy hole making it clench and twitch at the stimulation. Katsuki was being so gentle and teasing that you jumped and squealed when he shoved two thick fingers inside. Your cry echoed off the walls of the bathroom.

Keeping his movements deep and hard Katsuki pressed his fingers against your gspot while swirling his thumb on your clit. The pleasure was immediately intense, making your knees do weak. You slumped against him, nails digging into his shoulders as you struggled to hold some of your own weight. His fingers began to curl against that hidden nerve with determination that only Katsuki would show. He was working your pussy like he owned it and damn it the man truly did. Just then his thumb sped up overwhelming you. You couldn't take it anymore and bit into his pec, right over his heart, with a scream. Katsuki groaned as he enjoyed the feel of your bullied little pussy squirting all over his hand.

"What's the matter princess? Your wettingly me more than this shower is."

You sobbed at his words, finally pulling away from his chest. As you were about to complain at him he spun you around, lining your ass up perfectly with his crotch. Katsuki, never one to waste time, grasped his cock and ran it up and down the length of your sensitive folds. The hard flesh bumped against your clit making you jerk forward. The growl behind you told you that that movement had been an epic mistake. The hand on your stomach slid up catching your throat in a firm grip. At the same moment the large head of his cock lined up with your hole. In one quick snap of his hips you were impaled on 10 and a half inches of thick cock. A strangled screaming left your throat, matching the shocking orgasm that tore threw you in the same moment.

"Put your fucking hands on the wall baby. Can't have you thinking you can get away from this cock any time soon."

The harsh slap on your ass following those words made your pussy clench and flutter. Following his demand you braced your hands on the wall, legs spread to take the hard fucking you were about to be gifted with. Katsuki's free hand cupped your breast, fingers tugging and rolling your nipple. His thrusts were brutal in the best way. His thick cock spread you open while ramming against your cervix. The force of them had you leaning further into the wall until your elbows rested there. You sobbed every time he held himself deep and ground against your clit.

The pleasure was consuming you, the sound of your wet skin slapping together echoed through the bathroom amplify every sensation. A constant stream of whining left your throat as you begged to be filled. Katsuki tightened the hand on your throat and hammered his cock inside you, fighting to release all of his frustration into your willing pussy. Changing the angle of his hips Katsuki relinquished his hold on your breast only to begin spanking your clit with every thrust.

"You like that don't you princess. Having your clit slapped while I fuck this needy little cunt of yours. Can't getting deep enough inside you. Damn it baby I'm gonna fuck that womb of yours one day, gonna make sure theres no way your not bred by the time I'm done with you."

His words crashed over you like a title wave, forcing you to cum harder than you ever had before. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your pussy locked down on the fat cock splitting you in two. The grip of your walls dragged a deep groan from Katsuki's chest as well as a hot load of cum. The shots of cum bathed your cervix dragging out your orgasm till you were limp and barely conscious. Slowly Katsuki lowered you both to the floor of the shower were you stayed as your breathing returned to normal. Cuddling on the shower floor had not been on your list of things to do today but it definitely wasn't something you would complain about.

"Princess I think we're gonna be here a while why don't you grab some snacks so I down murder our fridge and then I'll see about eating that pussy clean."

You didn't have to be told twice. You untangled yourself from your calm, wet boyfriend and proceeded to crawl out of the bathroom to the kitchen. Using your legs still wasn't on the the table after that fuck but snacks and being snacked on were worth looking silly for.

[detectivesvu]

Dark and Light

Sonny Carisi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language. Mentions of violence. Mentions of insanity. Mentions of rape. Mentions of murder.

A/N: This is based off of this week’s SVU episode. For future readers, it’s Season 22, Ep. 14.

Word Count: 1,037

“I have to say that it’s kind of growing on me...”

“Sonny,” You breathed out, horrified at the state of the side of his bloodied head, “Your head!”

Sonny only set his blazer over the back of the chair in your living room, a casual shrug emitting from his shoulders as he entered. He had expected this reaction after the initial shock of being attacked had worn off.

“It’s actually my ear,” He corrected, “And I’m perfectly fine, doll. He missed my eardrum.” 

You closed the newspaper in your hands with a light rustle, but your current demeanor was anything but light. 

“He missed your- wait, who missed your eardrum? And what was he trying to do?” You gawked, hesitating to touch the bandages around his ear.

Sonny grumbled. Not at you, of course, but at the entire situation. It had taken a massive toll on his day, and for now he just wanted to sit down in the comfort of his home at the very least.

“Can I at least get a kiss first? Since when did you stop greeting me with kisses, baby girl?” He questioned, a sly smirk popping up on his face.

“Since the day that my husband walked in with a hole in the side of his head.” You bantered back, but obliged to his request with a sweet kiss to his lips.

Sonny crashed onto the couch, slinking down and spreading his long legs out as far as they could go underneath the coffee table. Despite the fact that Sonny really wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, he knew that you’d worry yourself over it until he explained. He couldn’t say that he didn’t blame you.

“Does the name Henry Mesner mean anything to you?” Sonny queried, resting one of his hands on your legs once you got comfortable next to him.

“I can’t say that it does. It doesn’t ring a bell. Why?” You admitted, racking your brain of any reason that you should’ve known that name.

“Mesner was put into juvenile detention when he was 10. He turned 18 this year and the court released him,” Sonny explained, “He went on a killing spree and murdered his family, attacked the family that his sister was staying with.”

“Christ...” You cursed, “How did SVU get involved?”

“SVU picked up the case before I was a detective there. Mesner’s first attack after his release happened when he raped and tortured the daughter of one of his psychiatrists,” Sonny answered, “Mesner had been stalking the daughter and then approached Jesse in the park with Amanda...”

You could tell that Sonny was getting stressed out by just talking about it. The vein in his forehead was beginning to show and his cheeks were flushing red. You gently rubbed your hand up and down his arm to try to soothe him, not wanting him to get overly upset.

“How did he get put into detention in the first place?” You wondered.

“He abused his little sister, drowned his friend’s dog, and shot Amaro in a standoff,” Sonny rattled off, “Long story short, he never should’ve been released. He outsmarted all of the psychiatrists there. He’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” Sonny admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and prevent the incoming headache.

“And your ear...?” You pressed carefully, trying to see how Mesner came into the equation of your original concern.

“Oh, he stabbed me in court today. I guess he was trying to prove that he was unfit to stand trial...despite that he is fit to stand trial.” Sonny went on, loosening his tie around his neck.

“He stabbed you?” You asked, your jaw falling open.

“Well, yeah. How else did you think I got this?” Sonny prompted as if it had been the most obvious reasoning in the world.

“I don’t know, but my first thought certainly wasn’t that you were attacked by a teenage psychopath,” You remarked, eyeing over his injury once more, “I thought when you started working for the DA’s office, you’d be less likely to have stuff like this happen.”

“Life’s full of surprises. Isn’t it, lovebug?” Sonny grinned, lifting his arm to invite you to cuddle up next to him.

“I suppose it is,” You replied, “You’re okay though, right?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Yeah, baby. I’m okay,” He confessed, “But if I’m bein’ honest, a night in is really sounding good right about now.”

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his slender torso, the sound of your laughter bringing some of the weight off of Sonny’s chest.

“Sounds like a plan to me. I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” You admitted.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Sonny questioned, “Another Golden Girls marathon?”

“You know me so well,” You laughed again, not surprised that he was able to dish out your reasoning for wanting to stay home, “But I know it’s not your favorite so we can-”

“No, no, doll. I’m good with that. As long as you’re here then I’m good.” Sonny cut you off, pulling you even closer, “I have to say that it’s kind of growing on me...”

With that, you scrambled for your phone to order a pizza, followed by the remote, turning on the TV and flipping to the correct channel. You maintained conversation, but much happier topics. You caught him up with all the drama you were enduring at work (which amounted to just gossip between coworkers), told him about the new book you were reading, as well as any other menial things that he loved hearing about.

Sonny managed a chuckle to himself. Even after all these years, your innocence always made him smile. You didn’t always see the dark side of things like he did. Sonny had seen his fair share of horrific things during his time working as a detective...and even still as an ADA. He always considered himself to be the darkness and you to be the brightness in the relationship. Polar opposites that just fit so well. He found relief when he came home to you every day. You were his release, his comfort from everything he had seen.

And you’d be his relief from all the things that he had yet to see.

[teddy06writes]

Some unspoken thing

Karl Jacobs x Reader 

requested: no

Trigger warnings: mentions of covid, mild descriptions of a panic attack

premise: You and Karl have been friends, for years now, and now even your friends are starting to see that unspoken thing between you

“---” talking

‘---’ talking through a call

(y/s/n) -  your screen name

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You’d known Karl since you were at least 10, and you both agreed that you’d been together forever, through thick and thin it was always you and Karl against the world. You and your unspoken thing.

When he’d first spoken of moving away from Portland you weren’t too sure, mostly because of college, but still, you found yourself here, sprawled across a couch, exhausted from hauling boxes up to your apartment. 

“Why did we bring so much stuff?” You groaned as Karl picked up your legs long enough to sit down, then letting them drop into his lap. 

He sighed, “Don’t quote me on this, but it was you who couldn’t pack your stuff into less than 20 boxes.” 

“Yah okay Mr. ‘I can’t be bothered to even clean this laundry before I pack it up to leave’.” You scoffed.  

“That's not true! I washed most of it...” Karl trailed off pulling out his phone, “Pizza?” 

“Obviously.” 

Soon the pizza arrived and as Karl went to the door to grab it, you went and grabbed two monsters from the fridge, sitting back down in front of the couch as Karl came back with the pizza. 

“Ey I gotta pizza here!” He exclaimed, setting it down. 

“Eyyyyyyy!” You handed him one of the monsters, opening your own as he sat down, already starting to pull up an old episode of survivor. 

Once the pizza had been finished, and the left overs put away you ended up half cuddled together on the couch, your fingers softly carding through his hair. 

^^

“Hey! I’m back!” You called, looking around the seemingly empty apartment, confused, “Karl?” 

It had been a few months since, you’d moved out to North Carolina, and so far online school hadn’t been too bad even when corona hit, not with Karl and streaming to distract you from the reality of the world around you.

You went back to looking around for your friend, calling, “Hey, Karl where’d you go?” 

Sighing you followed the soft, muffled sobs to Karl’s room, knocking on the door softly, “Honey, are you in there?” 

There was silence, then a muffled, “un uh.” 

You pushed open the door gently, blinking into the mild darkness and turning to see Karl sitting on his bed, half curled into the wall and wrapped in a sweater he’d stolen from your closest a few weeks ago. 

Immediately  you crossed the room, climbing onto the bed next to him and pulling him into your arms, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” 

His arms drifted around your waist, burying his into your chest, “They all hate me.” He murmured. 

“Who do you think hates you?” You cooed. 

“Dream and Sapnap and everyone.”

“They don’t hate you, no one on the smp hates you.” You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “What happened?” 

“I said somethin stupid, (y/n), I messed everything up.” 

You knew not to push any further, instead just doing your best to hold him closer, whispering, “They don’t hate you, they’d never hate you okay? It’ll all blow over and everything will be okay. I promise.” 

“What if it doesn’t (y/n)? What if I messed it up forever?” 

“You didn’t baby, you didn’t. It’s gonna be alright, I promise.” 

^^

“Ahhhhhh leave me alone!” You half shrieked, running away from Sapnap and Quackity on the dream SMP. 

‘Imposter! Imposter!’ They chanted. 

“I’m just supposed to be babysitting the chat!” You yelled, “I didn’t sign up to bully on a twitch stream! If I wanted that I would’ve been on my own stream!”

Sapnap laughed, ‘Oof! That's sad.’ 

“I know,” You said dramatically, “No one has any respect for (y/s/n), not you, not my chat, not even Karl!” 

‘We all know thats not true.’ Quackity scoffed. 

You half turned, giggling as Karl, came back into the room, “Debatable.” 

“What’s uh, whats going on?” He asked. 

“I’m being bullied, that's what's going on,” The chat started to fill with hearts and ‘(y/s/n) support.’, “Also I’ve decided since your chat likes me more than mine, so this is my stream now, I’m taking over.” 

Karl just half sighed, grabbing the chair from your desk on the other side of the office, and wheeling it over, sitting down next to you, propping his legs in your lap. 

‘(y/n) the world wants to know, how does it feel to now fill the void where Karl Jacobs once sat?’ Quackity asked, through a voice filter. 

“Well, since my dear friend Karl died,” 

“I’m not dead!” He interjected.

You sniffed, “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”

“Dear friend?” Sapnap scoffed, “Al- Quackity look at the stream and tell me if they look like ‘dear friends’.” 

You face started to grow red, as both Nick and Alex began to catcall at you two, Karl, clearly getting confused as you ducked your head, face entirely red. 

“Whats the matter (y/n)? You got a crush?” Nick teased. 

Half covering your mouth you muttered, “Just some unspoken thing.” 

^^

“If I were to tell you that I kinda sorta didn’t listen to you, and forgot to buy more cereal, what would you say?” Karl asked, shrugging off his backpack as he came into the apartment. 

When he got no real response, he started to look around, finding you a minute later, laying on his bed, “Did’ja hear me?” 

“ehhhh... I don’t really care.” 

His brow furrowed upon hearing your monotonous, “You okay? What’s up?” 

You were still staring up at the ceiling “Grey, ‘s all grey.”

Sighing he came and sat down on the bed next to you, taking one of your hands in his, “Grey?” 

“Sad brain makes everything grey.” 

Karl fiddled with your fingers a moment, before raising them to his lips and softly pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I’ll go make you tea.” 

He headed out of the room, leaving you to sit up and stare at the ceiling wondering what you’d done to deserve someone like him. 

He headed out of the room, leaving you to sit up and stare at the ceiling wondering what you’d done to deserve someone like him. 

A few minuets later he came back with a mug, handing it to you before he sat down behind you, wrapping his arms around you, “Is there a reason for sad brain today?” 

“Everything's just- blah. I’m just tired.” 

He didn’t need to ask to understand you didn’t mean physically, so instead he just pulled you gently to lean against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the edge of your jaw, “Okay?”

You knew Karl had a hard time with words sometimes, and you had long since learned how to listen for the meanings between simple phrases, and especially the weight of certain words, “Okay.” 

^^

‘So what is with you and Karl?’ Niki asked. 

You sighed, “I do not even know where to begin to answer that question.”

You were sitting in a discord call with her, originally trying to plan a joint stream but the conversation had switched.

‘I mean, if you don’t mind me saying so, it seems like your dating.’ 

“Well...” You considered it for a moment, you knew that your feelings for Karl were more than platonic, and had been for a long time, to you, it almost seemed like a fact of the world, the sky is blue, the earth is round, you loved Karl. 

“We've never talked about it, but- I suppose we- uhhh, you know what we’ll just say a little bit.” You quickly changed what you were going to say to be more ambiguous as Karl entered the room yelling, “Hi Niki!” 

‘I know you can’t hear me but hi Karl!’ She yelled back. 

You laughed, turning in your chair, “Niki says hi!” 

Karl grinned, leaning on the back of your chair, “Oh, yeah, dinners ready.”  and Niki raised her eyebrows, smirking at you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You laughed, feeling Karl’s chin coming to rest on the top of your head. 

‘I’m not looking at anything.’ she insisted, ‘you would be a cute couple.’

Your face started to turn red, “Shut up!” 

‘It was a compliment!’ Niki laughed. 

“I know!” 

Karl’s face grew confused, “What?”

“It’s nothing. Niki I’ve gotta go, we’ll see about the stream tomorrow, okay?” 

‘yeah, bye!’ 

“Bye!” 

You disconnected from the call, “Dinner?” 

“Yeah! I managed not to burn the chicken!” 

You couldn’t help but grin, “Awesome!” 

^^

“I swear- either there both oblivious or there just really good at keeping it just hidden enough!” Dream exclaimed. 

“I mean if we don’t find out for another two weeks, I get a hundred dollars, so by all means let it drag out.” Quackity laughed. 

Sapnap groaned, “Actually its more like three hundred now, Hbomb, Skeppy and Wilbur all put in more money.” 

“Well I asked the other day,” Niki began, “and they only said, ‘a little bit’, What does that even mean?” 

“Maybe they are dating and that's (y/n)s way of dismissing it.” Tubbo said. 

You were listening to the discord call, trying not to laugh, as Tommy suggested, “Well it’s possible they are dating but like, haven’t realized it?” 

Everyone began to laugh, “Wait- wait hear me out! Hear me out! Like- you know when on like romcoms and shit where two bestfriends end up like there dating even when they technically aren’t and then they accidently kiss!” 

George scoffed, “That's not a thing.” 

“Well still!” Tommy tried to argue. 

“Not even in movies though.” Niki said. 

“Your right,” You laughed, unmuting, “We haven’t kissed yet, so it must not be a thing.” 

The vc went deadly silent as Tommy began to laugh hysterically, “Were you here the whole time?” 

“Maybe.” You laughed. 

“Wait- so are you and Karl together or not?” Dream questioned. 

“Uhhh, let you know when I find out? Do I get the money if I figure it out?” 

“Oh my god (y/n).” Tubbo was trying not to laugh himself as Tommy continued to lose his shit. 

“Yeah,” You looked over to where Karl was half asleep, leaning against you, “I’ve said it before, and I guess I’ll say it again, it’s just some unspoken thing.” 

^^

Music filled the apartment when you entered, some old song by Sinatra, and Karl was dancing around the living room as you pulled off your coat and mask. 

“Are you listening to Sinatra?” You questioned, setting the rest of your things down. 

“Come dance with me!” He giggled. 

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you grabbed his hand, letting the other come to rest on his shoulder, “God, it’s been so long since I’ve dance.” 

“Come on, you remember don’t you?” 

You chuckled, “Back, side, forward, back. Technically this isn’t a waltzing song though.” 

“You can waltz to anything if you try hard enough,” Karl insisted, “Ready, and- one two three, one two three...” 

You fell into step, quietly humming along to the song as you moved in a slow arc around the room.

“..And- spin out...” Karl murmured, gently spinning you out to the side, and you paused for a a moment before he tugged on you arm, causing you to spin back in, finding yourself, face to face with him. 

You laughed nervously, suddenly blushing at the feeling of his arms around you. 

“What are we?” Karl asked softly, “Like, what is- this?” 

“Some unspoken thing.” Your voice was just as low, suddenly the weight of the hand resting on your lower back seeming to double.

He looked at your lips, then back at your eyes, and you nodded softly, leaning in and pressing your lips together. 

Your arms drifted around his waist as he pulled you closer, before you separated, smiling. 

“Does that mean it’s spoken now?” Karl asked. 

You grinned, “Course.” 

Later, after spending the rest of the night like any other you were cuddled up together on the couch, watching the newest episode of survivor, and you pretended not to notice as he gushed to someone through text. 

Your phone began to buzz with  venmo notifications, and Karl looked at you confused, “(y/n), why is everyone paying you?” 

You chuckled, “Reaping the benefits of our friends conspiring in a discord call that was left open.” 

After the kiss you had sent one text to a group chat; ‘I figured it out: pay up bitches.’

[thatnerdwolfnell]

@madllamamomma mentioned something about

The Main 6 Getting Their Wisdom Teeth Out

So here it is

Asra:

SUPER cuddly and affectionate.

Thinks he's a poet.

He will tell you how your hair looks like spring and your nose is a flower.

It doesn't make sense but he seems to think it does.

Also he does NOT hold back what he thinks and it's hilarious

he says the dentist looks like a bald chicken and he's right.

"Fauuuutttttthhhhhht faaaautht. Fautht you have a thuch funny name.You awe the betht in the whowe wowld I wove you tho much. I onwy love you and MC and thometime Muwel. Everyone elthe thucks. can we vithit Muwel?!"

Takes the gauze out way too soon and starts bleeding and just does that knife cat grin (except it's super creepy when his mouth is bleeding)

So full of energy but basically passes out as soon as you're home.

Nadia:

She doesn't say much because she knows she sounds stupid and she DOES NOT like being in this position.

People look her on the way back and she'll try to hold her head up but her balance isn't great and she's blushing a lot from embarrassment

even though she STILL somehow looks sophisticated.

"I have to portray thtrength, MC"

You support her and she slips an arm around your waist (maybe a little closer to your butt than she needs to but you're not complaining)

She doesn't want to go home and rest because she just remembered she has to approve some zoning changes and also there's a shop with some shoes you'd look magnificent in that's on the way to the palace and you deserve to wear them.

You assure her Portia's taking care of everything and that you promise you'll let her take you shopping tomorrow.

It takes a long time to get her to rest but when she does you're cuddling in her gigantic bed.

She holds your face in her hands and just stares at you intently for a minute. Kinda squishing your face a bit.

"You'we tho fucking cute...." She mutters before drifting off to sleep.

As you pry her hands off your face you realize that's the first time you've ever heard her say fuck.

Julian:

Honestly he's surprisingly normal.

Maybe it's because he drinks so much that you've just gotten used to it.

The difference between drunk Julian and this Julian is that drunk Julian is horny while this Julian is more like a very nerdy kid in a candy store.

He excitedly tries to explain some of the medical stuff but he's talking so fast with his mouth full of cotton that you have NO IDEA what he's talking about.

Not that he seems to notice.

Occasionally you can tell he's making a very suggestive joke because his face does that smirk and he kinda freezes and watching for your reaction.

You just laugh and he immediately goes back to his rambling.

He starts talking about Portia and Mazelinka and their adventures growing up swinging his arms in dramatic gestures making you duck to dodge his long ass arms.

But honestly you've never seen him so relaxed and happy.

You feel like you're getting a glimpse of a Julian without the weight of the world on his shoulders. Excited, curious, and loving freely without feeling guilty for it.

You're about to put him to bed when he stops you

"Can you do a magic thing?"

You smile and pull up some colourful swirls of light from your hands

He wraps his arms around you staring in awestruck wonder at the lights with the dopiest swollen grin on his face.

He nods. "Thath good. I love that"

And then he turns around and goes to sleep.

Muriel:

He is so scared. People touching him. Looking at him. Hospital gowns. Not his scene. He feels trapped in the sterile windowless room.

He wakes up and watches you the whole time the dentist is talking and his eyes just scream "help"

They give him juice and he just kinda...holds it.

He's a bit touchier than normal. He kind of hangs on behind you as you help him get home and burrows his face into your shoulder.

He wraps himself up in his giant cloak somehow making himself look small and basically only communicates in grunts, hmms and hand squeezes until you're out of Vesuvia.

Once you're in the woods though, he relaxes completely. He keeps stopping to pick flowers wordlessly handing them to you to hold.

Starts pointing out birds and other animals and talks about their migration patterns and their effect on the ecosystem how they were actually originally native to prakra before they spread here and bred with the local species.

He has such a soft low voice and you're not sure if you've ever heard him say this much at once.

You're a little surprised by how much he knows. It can be easy to forget when he says so little.

You know he's smart of course, he'll catch on to things nobody else does and even Nadia has learned to ask for his opinions. But you've never seen him go full infodump before.

About halfway up the mountain he starts giggling (if you can call it that. It's more like shaking with noise.) He pulls out your tarot deck, shop keys, coin purse, and a fistful of flowers from his cloak.

"How did you DO that?"

He just shrugs "I should make you a charm to protect from pickpocketh".

When you get back he sits against the outside of the hut and hugs Inanna.

Chickens slowly start coming to sit on top of them. And his eyes just sparkle.

"Do you want to come inside" "Nope" "You need to rest" "I am"

You decide it's better not to argue so you sit by a nearby tree and pull a chicken into your lap.

Portia:

She's horny.

And she wants everyone to know that you're dating.

"Doctor did you know.... that MC hath the cutetht butt? *Giggles* BUT NOT FOW YOUUUU they'we mine. Both buttcheekth."

You suspect she's taking advantage of the plausible deniability to embarrass you as much as possible.

She's suddenly an oversharer. All the secrets she kept just come flooding out

"My brotherth a doctor but he'th not allowed becauthe hith medical lithenthe got revoked becauthe of the murder and he'th legally dead but he thill doeth doctor thtuff and- MC ITH ILYA UNENPWOYED???"

You just keep apologizing and try to get her home as soon as you can.

She cries when she sees Pepi because "he'th tho cute and thmall MC look how thmall he ith"

She will also try to lift you multiple times just to show off

Luckily Mazelinka is there with soup and that pretty much knocks her out.

Lucio:

Okay man he already has 0 impulse control and says every single fucking thought that goes through his head no matter how stupid.

Like if anything he's EASIER to deal with.

He's infinitely less hyper but he still claims that he will fight anyone who passes.

"Pleathe. I could take him. I'll jutht thwing my thord and he'll RUN AWAY. lemme try."

He's also way more sensitive than usual (which is saying something)

You pass a dog and he goes apeshit.

"MC why doethn't athra like me.... I jutht *hic* want to be hith friendth *sobs*"

He wants to be babied so bad.

Mercedes and Melichor are INSTANTLY protective because the smell reminds them of the dungeon and they want to be ON HIM AT ALL TIMES.

You manage to tuck him in and bring him some water, and just for kicks you read him a bedtime story that he keeps interrupting to give you kisses.

You think he's fallen asleep when he whispers "it'th okay to thwollow gauze right?"

[btsandvmin]

How much do we really know?

I really don't understand how any BTS shippers can be confident enough in their ships to turn into “supporters/believers” that believe their ship is real 100%. For any ship. Like even deep diving into some theories or getting literally 100+ reasons from various believers own mouths for why some ships have to be real, nothing has been big enough to count as proof in my opinion. (Of course this includes Vmin.)

Like... They all have questionable moments. Some more than others, sure. But proof of more than very strong and unusually intimate friendships? No.

You could argue some things seem “gay” or has possible LGBTQ+ connections. Like GCF having a LGBT+ song, or 4 o'clock including a reference to a gay movie, or Vmin's literal gay drama whatever that was. But most of it is just fans zooming in on various things and adding their own meaning to it. Like it has to mean something becaues it is connected to your ship. (But only for your ship.) Sometimes, a lot of times, it’s not even directly connected to the ship... It’s just assumed to be connected to them. It’s a guess or a theory, not a fact.

I get questions from Vminies not knowing things about Vmin all the time, and I myself know I’ll never be able to remember or even see everything that is out there with Vmin. And that’s just from the content we are able to consume to begin with. Beyond that is a lot of guessing and assumption based on the fraction of moments we get. But if some Vminies might not even know where the soulmate label comes from, or that 4 o’clock was written with Jimin in mind or that Vmin seem to casually sleep together in private (if we take Tae’s words for it in the Billboard vlive) it’s clear that something I might see as obvious and common knowledge isn’t. Even further it’s clear that other shippers will know even less about Vmin. 

And how can you dismiss something you don’t even know about?

We all focus on, remember or look for/get exposed to our biases or favorite ships the most. Even if we consume the original content we will likely zoom in and see things for our own ship simply because we look for it. And there is nothing wrong with that, it’s natural. But we need to realize it means we will miss things when it comes to other ships, and need to be aware that we know more and end up in echo chambers of both facts and interpretations for our own ships.

It’s so blatantly obvious to me that many non-vminies have no clue about even some of the biggest moments between Vmin. And again, it’s nothing really odd or bad about that... Until you start to act superior even when you lack a lot of knowledge. So much misinformation is spread this way too...

That’s why even though I personally think I know more about other ships than perhaps the regular person, I still won’t preach or explain too much about other ships. Because just as I know others don’t seem to know or notice a lot about Vmin, I know I work the same in regards to other ships. I can’t possibly even remember everything when it comes to Vmin, so how can I with all other ships too?

If I get questions about tae/kook or ji/kook or any dynamic in BTS I might be able to answer it... But I might also lack the full context or might not even have noticed some things to begin with. Coming to me with questions about other ships will give you a very different view than if you ask a shipper focused on that ship directly. I try to be unbiased, but I can’t. I try to be informed but I can’t remember or notice everything. So even if I feel I know a lot, I might never know enough to get the full context of any situation regarding BTS. 

Of course trying to remember to watch unbiased content is very important and helps to keep a better balance. Or as in my case where I actively looked up other ship theories and felt “I know enough to see there are weird things and I can’t dismiss everything since we don’t know the truth of what it might mean”. Just as I feel a lot of things about Vmin shouldn’t be dismissed. Many other shippers also came to me and talked long and detailed about why their ship is real and my isn’t. Many times I lacked knowledge about specific situations about other ships, but so did they about Vmin. I don’t think you can dismiss something if you don’t even know about it to begin with, and there is a big gap of knowledge between the shipping communities.

I mean, the way hyung x maknae line ships have so many great moments and you barely see them outside of the actual content. At this point all ships in BTS are big and get attention, but they don’t seem to register the same way in people’s minds, with the focus  always being on the three youngest together.

This is the thing about worrying about “rival ships” too... They only matter if there is a moment between the ones you already see as “competition”. Does anyone worry or cry about Vmin or Ji/kook when Ji/hope or Hope/kook get very intimate and sweet moments? No, because they don’t seem to register at all. 

I wasn’t even able to find a gif of this ji/hope moment from Run recently... (And I can’t add twitter videos from desktop)

Yoon/min holding hands and joking about breaking up.

Meanwhile if Tae/kook have fun together or if Ji/kook does something cute all hell breaks lose. We have been tainted by the narratives from shippers. The more we see and hear about other ships the bigger “impact” they will have on us.

If moments like this between other members doesn’t make me feel insecure about Vmin, then why would any similar moment from Ji/kook or Tae/kook? People need to stop hyper focusing on both skinship and “rival ship” moments in general and stop adding importance to them, especially when they don’t even do it equally with all ships.

It’s not that one is good:

One is neutral:

And one is bad:

They all happen and exist and we need to realize that’s how it always has been and likely always will be. Any interpretations of these moments shouldn’t change how you view them when nothing is even confirmed. They all happen so we should all accept that and be happy the members have close and intimate relationships with each other.

I really don’t think people understand my stance on all of this. I literally don’t mind if another ship turns out to be real (even if any ship being real is probably not that likely), because I trust in Vmin’s relationship after having watched it for 5 years. But since nothing is confirmed I still remain of the opinion that Vmin’s relationship and behavior is weirder than other ships IN MY VIEW, based on MY INTERPRETATIONS. But I am totally ok with being proven wrong, because it doesn’t matter what kind of relationship Vmin have as long as I can trust that the love they express for each other is real. Thus I also don’t have to downplay moments between other ships. They are there and that’s nice.

We lack a lot of information for many reasons even though we do get to see a lot. But even knowing all the things we know, I still don’t think it’s enough for any ship moments to count as “proof”. For example with Vmin, they were denied to sing a song because it was essentially “ too gay” and Taehyung complained about it, but that doesn't mean they have to be a couple and is forced apart by Big Hit.

We put weight into things because we have our biases and guesses and we find things because we look for them. Here are just some things that fans of various communities says have to mean something but to me really doesn't have to mean anything even if proven:

Physical intimacy Emotional intimacy Jealousy Screen time Fanservice “Sexual tension” Heart eyes or any looks in general Joking about being a couple Showering together Sleeping together Being alone together Living together Writing songs about each other Secret signs Hidden messages to fans Hiding in rooms

And so on...

But even If you do want to count these things to mean something, at least acknowledge how many of those things other ships have too. Vmin literally have several of these confirmed as well. Many of these moments either have happened or gets speculated to happen between many ships. You might find your ship isn’t as uniqe as you feel it is if you actually start diving deeper. If you did and it makes you doubt your own ships superiority, that’s good. Being sure won’t lead to any good for anyone.

Also if you wanna go there.... If other shipper say these have to mean something they are either ignoring Vmin or more likely doesn’t know or say it doesn’t mean the same if they do it.

Fine if hand holding and cuddling doesn’t make you wonder about Vmin, that’s totally legit. In fact you don’t have to wonder about Vmin unless you want to. But using excuses for why something doesn’t mean something you don’t want it to mean or downplaying moments or automatically calling them platonic and “not the same” doesn’t mean you can’t be wrong about those assumptions. Especially when you might not know the full context of it. Again, it should go both ways and include moments from all relationships.

I am legit curious how ji/kookers and tae/kookers are able to be so confident about their ship being real with Tae doing the things he does towards Jimin.... Like... They mean to tell me Tae and Jimin being soulmates, Tae wanting to sing a romantic Christmas song with Jimin, Tae writing 4 o'clock, Tae having Sweet night and telling us it's a personal song while he keeps calling Jimin his only best friend doesn't even have a possibility to mean something non platonic? 😗

Soulmates + Friends lyrics + "how could I know one day I would wake up feeling more" + "are you my best friend?" + "sweet night is a personal song" + "Of course Jimin is my only friend" + 4 o'clock/dumpling fight + the not allowed Christmas song + "Jimin-ah I like you the most" + "I told him to come sleep next to me as I was too lazy to go to him" + “we told our candid stories as honestly as possible” + “Oppa, why are you still awake? I’m dreaming of Jiminie” = Vmin is probably the best known guess to what relationship Tae might be talking about in Sweet Night.

Is it confirmed though? Can I call it proof? NO! Because while it fits in theory, we don’t know and we don’t have all the information to know. But I can make a damn good case for it and that’s the whole point. I can do that because I look for material, see things and add them together with a narrative. Just as other shippers do with their ships. In the end it’s all just narratives though, not proof.

Getting all these asks recently just confirms that the people who worry, or who says other ships are real, haven’t read even a fraction of my posts or they just don’t understand them. Or let alone noticed major moments between all BTS members that should show that their belief is not as “obvious” as they might think.

I am tired of insecurities when it shouldn’t even matter. If any ship in BTS is real, let’s support them and be happy. It doesn’t change the dynamics and relationships between the other members if some of them happen to be a couple. What we see is still there. The “worst” that can happen is that our ideas and theories prove to be wrong. 

But let’s at least try to be aware of how little we see and know, and especially about ships that aren’t our own. I am writing about Vmin because there is a lot to see, but me focusing on Vmin also gives me a knowledge about them I can’t compare with other ships. Which is why I won’t sit and write essays about other ships, and which is why Vminies coming to me for information about other ships is going to lack the depth I can provide for Vmin. All shippers are biased and all shippers lack information.

If you want to ship do it, if you want to speculate go right ahead. But be aware that there is a big difference between facts and knowledge and narratives and speculation.

I hope you found this an interesting read. And if you are considering sending me asks worried about Vmin because of interactions between other members or you want to send “statments” or explenations about other ships being real, just know you are barking up the wrong tree.

[bored-storyteller]

Oh my, thank you!  Thanks for bringing this to me, I love Sally Face! It's one of my favorite indie games ever! I really hope it meets your expectations.

NOTES: I imagined the more adult Sal, but beyond that there are no other references to the timeline of the original story, except some canonical episodes mentioned.

34- Sally Face - Sal Fisher x Reader

"You can see me"

With a last glance at the clock, you quickly close the water bottle, at the same time grabbing the full glass in the same hand that you also hold the medicine box.

You're pretty sure you find Sal in his room, probably bent over his guitar. Surely it is for that reason that he has not paid attention to his therapy.

It doesn't happen often, in fact, it rarely happens that you have to rush to his rescue, nor do you really like doing it. You don't know how he really feels about it.

Knowing where he keeps his medicines and knowing when he has to take them doesn't make you two a couple. Not even living under the same roof makes you a couple - especially if you are not alone - nor does sharing the same room often and willingly.

In fact, even though someone often mistakes you for two young lovers, you don't really know what Sal thinks of you. As close as you feel him, you are not sure that he feels as close to you; on the other hand, he doesn't seem to share the same kind of intimacy with you that he shares with Larry or Ashley, or at least that's what you think.

Besides, you've never seen his face.

Yours is a purely selfish thought, and you are ashamed of it, but you cannot command feelings.

You know that the first time Larry saw his best friend's face was an accident, with Ash instead, she was the one who took the initiative. In neither case was Sal's will to make him show himself. Yet, despite this deep down, inside you, something stung excruciatingly.

When your friend had lifted his mask, Sal that time was not angry at the intrusiveness - as perhaps you would have done -, nor had he tried to escape later. It is logically normal that he now has less trouble showing himself around them. Sweet Sal, always so loving, so perfect.

You shouldn't feel offended. You know well that for Sal the prosthesis he wears is in effect his face, so it's not that he wants to hide from you, you are simply already seeing him.

Yet you know that under that face another is hidden, however much it may be disfigured. You can't pretend it isn't.

That slight annoyance you have repeatedly tried to ignore has slowly grown, but only now have you dared to call it by name. Because you like Sal. You really like him. And when you have understood this, when you have found the strength to admit it to yourself, everything is put in the right place; the joys, the jealousies you felt and feel… and also that desire to see him, to see beyond, to really see him.

But you'll never force on him for it. As simple as it would be to lift that mask to him with an excuse, you will never force him to show himself to you, even if you die with the regret of never having seen him. It's not the same, it's not the face you want to see, it's the trust you want him to give you. But you can't expect it, and you know it.

You could live with this obsession that has become so present in recent weeks that you can hardly forget it. Maybe it's just your mind that doesn't want to focus on your duties, and then it always wanders to him, aimlessly.

"What is Sal's face like?"

You asked Larry one day without realizing it. You didn't really know what you were doing with him, you just know that for a moment your brain was shut down, and when you woke up you whispered that question.

The astonished look of your friend had poured into you a flood of emotions so sudden that they almost made you cry for no reason: you felt guilty, selfish, reckless, stupid, meddlesome and terribly fragile.

You immediately lowered your gaze to protect yourself, muttering an "sorry, forget it" but never would have canceled that damn question. You thought Larry might misjudge you for that, but instead his big hand pulled you to him, ruffling your hair affectionately, saying nothing.

He seemed to have understood more than you hoped for, yet ...

You shake your head and your hand tightens on the glass of water. You knock on the door and softly call Sal's name.

"Yes?"

His answer comes a few seconds later and you feel safe in opening the door slowly.

It's not exactly what you imagined; he is sitting on the bed, his legs stretched out on the mattress and his back resting against the headboard. The guitar is stored in the case, but in his hands he holds a book with a dark cover.

His kind gaze meets you beyond that face that is always the same. It's amazing how expressive that guy can be under that stiff mask. That damn mask. That lovely mask.

"You didn't take them, did you?"

You ask softly as you lift the medicines to show them. Your voice is cracked against your will, and you're praying he didn't notice.

"Oh ..." his eyes snap to the clock hanging on the wall "thanks, I was completely forgetting about it."

His voice is soft, almost cheerful. He is not bothered by your gesture, or he is very good at hiding it.

You watch him get up to go to the bedside table where you put what he needed. You don't pay much attention to it, you just sit on the bed, picking up the book he was reading, making sure you keep your thumb between the pages, so as not to lose the mark he left.

You read the title and a few lines of the presentation absently. You're just trying to buy time with him, and you know it.

You hear it as he handles the pill box and plastic, and hear the rattle of the straps as they unfasten to release his mouth.

You don't watch it, you're used to the process and now, despite you insisting on staying there, you don't really want to watch it.

You don't understand much about the book, you just know it's about music.

"Do you like it?"

You ask, trying to give a semblance of normality.

"Enough ... actually I'm just at the beginning."

You just nod, not really being able to continue the conversation. Your head feels too full confused, but extremely empty at the same time, and you don't know why.

"Hey ... is everything okay?"

His voice makes you jump, as if he has stung you with a needle. Such a simple question, but you suddenly feel discovered, as if he has just proved he can read your mind. As if you were obliged to tell him the truth.

"Yup!"

You exclaim immediately, and without realizing your head jerks towards him, as if you wanted to assure him of the truthfulness of your words.

You don't notice it right away. You see only his blue eyes for a moment, he is looking at you with concern, more than he should.

At first you wonder if your attitude really is that troubling, but then you start to focus.

His hand trembles slightly around the glass of water, and out of the corner of your eye you can see his mask lying on his pillow.

He swallows the medicine by throwing his head back slightly, perhaps to take a break from your gaze, or to escape a little from the agitation, the fear he is having.

Sal, Sal's face. You are seeing him, free from his hiding place, while he drinks.

Surely he is disfigured, excruciatingly deformed. It's not just a few scratches, it's more, it's a real pain, yet you don't notice it.

Again, this is Sal. You're really seeing Sal's face, the face you've always loved, beyond the mask, like his mask.

He sits next to you, he's trying to act naturally, you see him, but you still see his fingers shaking against the cardboard as he puts the tablet away in the box. He did it for you.

Emotions explode in your chest and you don't bother holding them back. There is no time for any misunderstandings. You are free with him, you always have been, you don't know how you forgot this.

"Sal ..."

You call him softly, and he turns to you despite the hesitation. A light "tell me" sweet and helpful pronounced by the spoiled and shy lips.

Silently, you curl up against him, your arms glide smoothly around his chest, expressing your need to feel him close.

He welcomes you - he always does.

"Hey ..." is a faint call of him, as you hide against his neck to prevent your happiness from going out too violently.

"Thanks..." This is all you can say in your voice damp with emotion. Long last. You are like a child in front of the much desired Christmas present. You are so happy that you could carry the whole world on your shoulders.

"Thank you!" You repeat him with more conviction, and finally your eyes return to his sky-colored gaze. So beautiful, always so loving even in his placid surprise.

He looks at your wet eyes, so wet with affection for him. Your smile is so warm and true, and his lungs slowly empty of all the accumulated tension.

He didn't think anyone could look at him that way, not without his mask. He did not think that a look could be so full of love in front of his disfigured face, yet it seems that you are seeing an angel.

You look at him with your eyes shining with all the admiration you feel, and not because you can lie by saying that you are seeing a beautiful face, but because Sal is the most beautiful person you know.

"I-" His voice tries to say something, but it is cut off; this time it's up to him to be overwhelmed by emotion.

You approach slowly, and the tip of your nose touches his, practically non-existent, but you don't care. You cannot resist the desire to cuddle him, to touch him, to perceive him in every possible aspect of that intimacy that he has decided to give you.

At first he has a little jerk back, of surprise rather than fear, and soon after he is there again, looking for that touch. He is extremely uncertain, but he still responds to your unspoken requests, slowly letting his forehead rest on yours.

He exhales, as if he is releasing a great weight, but he immediately stiffens when you, without realizing it, are approaching his lips.

You wake up immediately from your numbness, before making a probable mistake, and try to get away, at least as long as his arms allow you.

"Please…"

That prayer from him is so feeble yet so meaningful. His gaze asks you to do it, to continue, because he wants it but he is still afraid of taking the initiative. He is putting the responsibility on you, and rightly so.

He is tense, you see it from his swallow and feel it from his tense muscles around you, but it's okay.

You approach again, slowly, gradually lowering your eyelids, a little by instinct and a little in the hope of putting him more at ease.

Kissing him is a special experience, and you like it - you wanted it so much -.

You are not intrusive, it is just a delicate touch, but it persists, leaving him time for him.

When he reciprocates, he does it slowly, unsure of how to proceed, probably troubled by the feelings he can give you or maybe just agitated by the situation. Yet, slowly, you feel it melt against you.

Slightly open your eyes to see that he too has closed them, and then you allow yourself to return to enjoy that moment, more peaceful and serene.

You huddle more, between yourselves, and let the desire flow through you, without going too far, simply enjoying the presence of each other, in your breaths that merge.

When you separate you do it only with your lips, but your gaze remains affectionate and aware.

In the end, that is nothing more than the confirmation of everything: of your knowing what time he should take his medicines and of his letting you know, of his knowing your favorite drink and which shower gel you always use, of cooking one by one. other, of looking so much like a couple for a long time already - and some of it is also the result of Larry's long tongue letting out a few too many words with his best friend.

You watch him as he puts his mask back on, and now you don't care anymore, because you know what's under it, and if that's his face then you've seen his soul.

Suddenly all your happiness is back. You are so happy that not even the bickering between Larry and Todd coming from the kitchen can upset you.

It must be something about the finished milk.

"I'm going to get it!"

You hum loud enough for the two to hear it, as you jump three steps at the same time, happily landing down the stairs.

Sal's laughter reaches you, and you turn to look at him. You like to see him happy, whatever the nature of that happiness.

"I come with you."

He tells you coming to you, reaching out his hand so that you can take it.

You're pretty sure you won't be able to stop smiling all night long.

*The image above is an old drawing of mine