#GOOD LAWDDDDD

[hanrinz]

OMFG I ATE ALL THE TAGS WTF okay so omg ooc reo??????? WTF IS THAT ????? HE FITS SO PERFECTLY ZAINA !!! im gonna combust from this OMG RAHHHHHHHHHHHH i love it so much omg

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"you look unwell."

"do i?" your tone betrayed your disinterest. it was very evident to those around you that you were bored. so utterly bored, you couldn't bear being in that place; but your conversing partner did not seem bright enough to pick that up.

"yes, worse than usual."

"than usual?" you didn't care for what others had to say about you. you had grown quite desensitised to the endless talks and endless gossip that encircled you, but there was a limit to your patience. you were no saint. however, the unusual circumstance you were in proved helpful, in the sense that, it was allowing you to leave the conversation justifiably.

"forgive me, i did not mean..." he trailed off, he had finally caught on, he had overstepped.

"you did not mean to speak your mind?" you let out a false laugh, hoping it would give you enough leeway to escape the horrible situation you were engaged in. "it is all well. but i must take my leave. my lord." you thanked the heavens he did not stop you or try to apologise. maybe you ought to thank him for his ‘services’.

making your way closer to the entrance you heard the sound of carriage wheels clattering against the cobblestone streets as guests said their goodbyes and farewells. the night was coming to a close; the warm glow of the chandeliers reflected off the gilded mirrors and the polished floors of the ballroom, while the soft strains of the orchestra's instruments filled the air; it was all hideous and horrible, you could not think of anything but how to get away from it all.

"young lady, where are you going?" turning around you half expected to see a mouse with how squeaky the voice speaking to you was, but there stood a boy standing (half-confidently) in the doorway. why was he calling you young? if anything, you looked older than him.

"just a quick promenade in the garden." you hoped that would’ve been enough to leave you alone, but he seemed displeased with your answer, so you added, "would you like to join me?"

"unchaperoned?!" he looked offended to have even been asked to join you. maybe you should've been offended too?

"it shall not be unchaperoned cousin!" now this was a confident voice. a young man (really, this time) walked up to the boy from behind and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"re—"

"pleasure to meet you lady..." he interrupted. his pitch rose at the end of the sentence; it was a question.

"y/n, l/n. and you are?"

"lady y/n l/n, it is lovely to meet you. great people, the l/n's, lovely family, lovely people—"

the empty chatter was beginning to bother you.

"i would like to know who i will be walking with.". 

"aren't you demanding? my lady." he teased. his hand still on the boy’s shoulder, pulling them both towards you.

"forget it." you turned on your heel aggressively and headed towards the looming dark green garden, lit up solely with the flickering fireflies. it almost perfectly reflected the starry night overhead, the turbulent purple clouds and shooting stars falling gently behind them. it was a shame the night was being missed by all the people wasting their time indoors. at least you had been left alone for once—

the young man ran up in front of you and bowed, before giving you his hand. a gleaming smile graced his lips and he seemed quite pleased with himself, like a child figuring out how to do something mundane (to others that is, children often find the silliest things extraordinary) on their own.

"i shall not accept it until you tell me your name."

he sighed in defeat, but he never wiped the stupid smile off his face. again he nodded in a half-bow. "am i allowed to follow you?"

"you can do as you please." you weren't just pretending to be indifferent, you truly didn't care what he did. the idea that you might be trapped into a marriage with the young man if you were caught with him alone had crossed your mind at some point but wouldn't that just mean you could step away from the 'marriage mart’. he seemed smart enough to hold a conversation, and he did seem to possess some aesthetic qualities. all wasn't bad.

"coz! join us!" he yelled as he trailed behind you, like an excited puppy. and the boy obliged. he looked scared, as if his cousin would hurt him if he did not follow through.

"so, my lady, how are you enjoying the night?" he once again offered his hand as you both stood awaiting his cousin to join you.

pushing past his gloved hand and raising your skirt ever so slightly (so as not to ruin it in the garden) you replied, "i have participated in better balls."

"it saddens me to hear that." holding his hands behind his back he stepped closer to you. faking a hurt frown. you raised a brow inquisitively. why was this man so invested in a ball he had not organised? and why was he not telling you his name?

"this is the prince's ball, why should it bother you?"

"you're quite correct. it should not bother me." he chuckled. "coz, what did you think of the ball?"

"you—" a stern look from the mysterious, nameless, young man and the boy corrected himself all too quickly, "the prince must have worked painstakingly for days, it was very well organised, the orchestra was lovely and—"

"enough about the ball!" you said, far too angrily.

"was it really that tiresome?" this time the enigma sounded genuine.

"please, do ask me why i left the ball." you said through gritted teeth.

"why did you leave the ball so early, my lady?" he leaned forward casually and looked you in the eyes, as if deeply interested in what you had to say. you were taken aback– this was a first. you had supposed that he, too, was just as disinterested as you were, and that all the conversing was just a formality. perhaps you were mistaken.

"to be left alone, to get away from the incessant questions about my marriage, about a courtship. is that really all a lady is worth? i truly believe that women are much more interesting than men shall ever be; so why should we withstand the boring, meaningless questions?"

"i don't—"

"please, my lord, do not say a word."

the rest of the walk was quiet. you could almost hear the grass snapping under your weight from how silent everyone was. this was what you had wanted, yet it felt claustrophobic and uncomfortable. by the time you had done the round of the garden and seen all that it offered, the cool air had started prickling your skin. you were sure the man had noticed the goosebump on your exposed arms, neck and back but he seemed to be trying not to invade your personal space again.

a second time approaching the excessive abode you watched a mass of people emerge from the front door and head towards their horse-drawn carriages, with footmen, drivers, and all. that was who you were, the daughter of a duke, rich and privileged. your duty was to secure as advantageous a match as possible, but everything related to that prospect infuriated you. it was a strange feeling, being so aware of who you were supposed to be, yet not wanting to be them. it was a constant battle, and neither side felt truly right.

a man wearing a very tall hat had approached, distracting you from your thoughts. he bowed grandly, taking his hat off before turning sideways and stretching his arm out to point to the buildings, “your royal highness, the archduchess requested your presence.”

the mysterious man nodded his head once and started towards the indicated location.

"you're prince reo mikage?" you called after him. suddenly it all made a bit more sense. not that it wasn’t still a confusing situation. but all the interruptions and stern looks could now be pieced together. your exasperated voice made him turn around at once. it seemed he had found a reason to stay.

"i suppose." he chucked, "but please, call me reo."

"no..." you weren't sure where this crazy sense of daring was coming from. you hadn't even bowed and apologised for your rudeness yet, in fact, here you were denying a simple request. a prince was not the sort of person with whom one ought to trifle.

"no?"

"it would be rude to call a prince by their name without also using their title." you noted primly, he seemed to take this into account for a second before replying, eyes sparkling with bold intent.

"would it be rude to use my name if we were, say, courting?"

"we are not courting."

"but it remains a possibility, my lady?"

you caught an audacious gleam in his eyes and you felt a final breath leave your mouth. you parted your lips ready to say something, but not a single word was spoken. there was nothing but air, and even that seemed in short supply.

“the archduchess does not like to wait, your royal highness.”

“yes, i must be on my way, my lady.” he muttered distractedly, turning back to bid you farewell, “i shall call on you soon.” he nodded again and left.

and there you stood, foolishly, under the moonlight, listening once more to the carriage wheels clattering against the cobblestone streets as guests said their goodbyes and farewells, the night had finally come to a close, truly this time.

you walked aimlessly towards the carriage your mother was standing beside. she looked distraught and anxious, betraying her worry at your absence. you weren’t completely sure what had happened that night and you were dreading seeing reo again, (prince reo, you corrected yourself), unsure of his intentions towards you. deep down you knew you weren’t special enough to capture the interest of a prince in just one night, so was he coming to reprimand your rudeness? you shouldn’t have spoken as much as you did...

however, as the morning drew in, it permeated the night and conquered all the fear and trepidation you had harboured as you slept. you were ready to face all the consequences of your actions and you were ready to protect your family. as you read in the sitting room this fearlessness only heightened. there was no way you would let a young man such as himself, prince or not, shame you and your family. you were prepared to do whatever it took.

“why are you up so early?” the voice of your mother interrupted your thoughts, “after all the sighing and eyerolls from last night, you must be exhausted!”

“i find myself full of energy all of a sudden...” and before she could reply or register what you had just said you quickly added, “i would like to meet the prince.”

“sorry darling, what was that?”

“mother, i would like to meet the prince.” you repeated, this time with more conviction, “to thank him for such an eventful evening, truly one of the best soirees i have ever attended.”

“although i’m sure the prince would appreciate such a sentiment,” she said hesitantly, “i doubt the daughter of a duke could simply call upon a grand prince. there are certain rules one must follow, especially regarding royalty.”

“then, what must i do to secure a meeting?”

she looked around, confused, before prodding you with, “i’m not quite sure myself dear, but may i ask why you wish to meet the prince?”

“i want to give him my thanks.”

she sighed deeply before plotting herself next to you on the sofa. “this is so unlike you dearest. what is it really?”

uncrossing your legs, you swung round to face her fully, “mother, truly, i simply want to–”

before you could finish, the door to the sitting room blasted open, and your butler rushed in, his face burning red and his breaths coming in ragged gasps. “your grace, the prince’s carriage has arrived.”

“so soon?” you murmured, feeling a sudden wave of nerves wash over you. it had hardly been a day and he was here already. all that confidence you had been building up seemed to have vanished as soon as the news of his arrival reached you.

“has this anything to do with your request earlier, darling?” your mother whispered, shooting you a worried glance.

“i don’t think so...” you feigned innocence as she looked at you dubiously raising a brow. nevertheless, she had no time to waste on the matter, immediately taking the now sweating butler to the foyer to greet the royal guest.

you suddenly became very aware of just how unprepared you were for a visit from royalty. you weren’t wearing anything spectacular, and you hadn’t even done your hair yet. you weren’t a mess per se, but were far from ready to attend a royal meeting. but you really had no time to think as your mother entered the room once again, her disposition now distracted and anxious.

“y/n, the prince wishes to meet you in the garden.”

“in the garden?”

“yes. if you know anything about this, please tell me now. i am worried for you.”

“i shall tell you everything soon.”

“y/n!” your mother exclaimed, but you had already ran out of the sitting room, flinging your book onto a nearby sofa and pulling on the gloves she had just taken off.

upon opening the doors to the garden, you saw the same figure you had walked with the previous night. as he turned he flashed you a charming smile, you felt a flutter in your stomach and a warmth build up in your cheeks. part of you was pleased to see him there, but only a part.

“we should marry.” he walked up to you, offering a hand. had he not grown tired of your refusals? you couldn’t help but pity his persistence, and that was the only reason you accepted it. it was warm and sturdy; he must be an adept dancer, you thought to yourself; of course, he was a prince.

“is this how you greet every lady you call on?”

he chuckled while placing your hand on his elbow and guiding you towards the fountain that stood in the centre of the garden. “only the ones i wish to marry, my—”

there you were, interrupting him again. was this your punishment? and if it were, why were you digging a greater grave for yourself rather than just accepting defeat? wouldn’t this be easier on your family?

“i barely know you, your highness.” you protested.

“does my reputation not precede me?”

“i have no interest in gossip, so i know nothing of your reputation, your highness.”

“you shall if we marry.” he continued, as if all your concerns meant nothing to him. they probably didn’t. princes are not accustomed to the word ‘no’.

“you are quite literally the last person i intend to marry, your highness.”

his mouth fell open mockingly as he gave you a rueful look, “you would rather marry my cousin?”

“your high—" you began, but he interrupted. it would be a miracle if the two of you could ever finish your sentences in each other's presence.

“if you are so keen on calling me by my title perhaps ‘my prince’ would be better suited.”

“it would be inappropriate, methinks.”

“and methinks, the lady doth protest too much.” he quipped.

“reciting hamlet shall not woo me, sir.” you retorted, trying your hardest to appear displeased and disinterested.

“then what must i do to secure your heart, my royal highness?”

“i am no princess.”

“you will be if you answer my question, my lady.” he stopped abruptly to look at your face fully. you noticed things about him you had not seen before. his strong yet gentle eyes, the way his hair fluttered slightly in the light zephyr like feathers of doves, and how he always seemed to be charmed.

he was vaguely amusing, vaguely annoying, vaguely vexing, but you couldn’t quite help but admire his wit. what you didn’t admire so much was his persistence and his refusal to take ‘no’ for an answer.

“why me?” you asked finally after what felt like a century of just staring at each other.

“because you fascinate me.” he replied simply, as if that were the most obvious fact in the universe.

you suddenly felt very annoyed, and you didn’t shy away from showing it. you scoffed loudly before replying. “anything can be fascinating, if one is curious enough.”

“you truly are wise beyond your years.” you were wrong. he wasn’t always charmed, in fact in this very instant his smile dropped, and he gave you a grave gaze.

you looked at him for a long moment, feeling unaccountably stung. he seemed to notice the discomfort but said nothing and the two of you stood there staring into each other’s eyes.

“i should take my leave.” he bowed slightly; it was different from the sorts of bows you had received from him. they felt hurt in a way. “your presence has truly brightened my morning, my lady.” his tone did not indicate anything of the sort, it had turned monotonous and distant, and you found yourself longing for his animated self once more.

“so, are we to marry, your highness?” you tried asking. you hated how you sounded so desperate, you hated how you had admitted defeat and you hated how he was leaving, again. why were you calling for him as he left, again? could there ever be a time where he wouldn’t leave.

“not yet.” he said modestly before departing.

days turned into what felt like an eternity as you struggled to despise him with every fibre of your being. and you really did struggle. he was dragging your chastisement for far too long; how cruel it was for him to toy with you like this. you were not his prey to play with before he devoured you. but as much as you tried to resist him, you couldn’t help the way your heart ached when he was gone. it was foolish; you had known each other for barely enough time for him to have such an impact on you. but there was no doubt, you missed him terribly.

your mother, too, had grown tired of asking you about his abrupt visit after more than a week had passed. but your attachment to him only grew stronger.. it was absurd to miss someone who tormented and vexed you. but you supposed you had always been a rather peculiar person.

“dearest, another ball? are you positive?”

a whole month had passed since the incident. very well, it was probably no more than four days, but it felt like months. every second felt like eternity without him. you had attended every ball there was to attend in the past days, days, and nights. yet any time you tried to approach him, you felt like a fool. why willinging walk into a trap of a marriage? what was wrong with your head? no, your heart, what was wrong with your heart?

you were sure this ball would be like every other. some schubert, or mozart if you were lucky, assaulting your ears. women flocking around your prince and him not even sparing you a glance. you wished to be alone in the garden again, just with him this time. you weren’t certain what you wanted to do, you weren’t certain how you would even reach such a circumstance and, you weren’t certain you wanted to listen to your heart at that exact moment. 

“no, i’m not, mother.” 

“what is it dear?” you could barely make out her voice anymore, the darkness of the night outside was pressing in around you and you felt yourself begin to cry. 

your lower lip quivered as you chose your next words very carefully, you did not wish to speak your feelings into existence, and you surely didn’t wish to let your mother know about your affections. “my head hurts, i think the scratchy music from last night has taken a toll on me.” you coveted the energy to add a fake chuckle to that, but you did not have any left. so you looked at her, eyes dead and mouth smiling. it seemed to have worked, she gave you a sad, pitiful look, said some sweet words and left. 

you soon heard your tears begin to drip from your eyes. it was a soft, gentle sound, like the fluttering of a bird’s wings, but it echoed through the silence of the room like a thunderclap. you missed him so much it hurt, it was a dull ache that settled deep within your chest and refused to be ignored. 

you stopped. you had to. you heard a loud crash echo through the room as it came from the balcony. you spun around, heart pounding, only to see a flower pot had toppled over and shattered on the ground. just great, you couldn’t simply be left to cry, you had to be killed as well. 

your nerves on edge, you cautiously treaded towards the balcony, sensing the chill of the night air on your skin, and the hairs on the nape of your neck standing on end. peering over the stone guardrail you saw a familiar man frantically pacing in a circle. why was he here?

“my lady—” he yelled. when the moonbeams lit up his face you saw the state he was in. he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. his cravat was almost entirely undone and his eyes were wild. 

as soon as you heard him you charged off, without a second thought. your fingers grasped onto the walls as you ran down flights of stairs, your mind growing dizzier and lighter with every step. as you reached the bottom, you caught sight of him through a nearby window, approaching with a frenzied haste.

with a burst of energy, you pushed open the massive doors and stepped into the crisp night air, coming face to face with the prince. both of you were out of breath, your faces flushed and minds blanking in the presence of each other. 

“my—”

“what do you think you’re doing here?” you asked sharply. in truth you didn’t want to know at all, you were just glad, grateful, honoured, to see him again. and so close. 

he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the vulnerability of the moment, “can we walk?”

you nodded, feeling your hand enveloped by his warm, slightly rough, ungloved skin, as if he had been out without his gloves. you felt yourself melting into him, and dear god, it was just his hand, but you could feel yourself moulding into him so easily.

“what is it, reo?” you asked softly, turning to face him. the concern etched on his face did not go unnoticed. 

in a voice tinged with worry he said, “you look unwell.” 

“i am unwell.” 

“i’m sorry.” he replied quietly. and he really was sorry. he wished he could be there for you, but he had grown hyper aware of how uncomfortable he made you feel. 

“if you were really sorry you wouldn’t have stayed away for so long.” your usual unreadable expression had contorted into a pained and depressed one. 

“i cannot stand to be away from you, you are my very life, and every separation gives such endless heartache...yet, i cannot force someone who doesn’t wish to see me to feel what i feel.” he admitted, his voice heavy and hoarse with sorrow. 

“i do not wish to see you?” you repeated, heart murky with confusion.

“do you not, not wish to see me?” he asked, his gaze intense as he searched your face for any sign of affirmation. you opened your mouth to offer the prince a scathing retort–why was he being so secretive? you hated him. but then, just when you were ready to sharpen your wit, something else popped out of your mouth instead.

“i want nobody but you for my lover, and my friend; and to nobody but you shall i be faithful.” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could even think to stop them. the air around you seemed to crackle with energy as you met his gaze, your heart struck in your chest. you felt strange, queer, almost as if you were somehow suspended in time, ready to lift off your toes and float away. 

you weren’t sure when it happened. it hadn’t been sudden and clear in an instant. you weren’t even aware you loved this man until it had crept up on you and your own words professing your love for him divulged the information. 

for a moment, he just stood there, staring at you, as if trying to process the weight of your words. but then he smiled; most annoyingly, most beautifully. and without warning, he stepped forward, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him. his lips found yours, and he was none of the things one should be the first time. he wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t sweet. he just kissed you, intently. with everything he had, with every ounce of desperation coursing through his veins.

as he pulled away, his lips found your ear, and you felt more than you heard, “i missed you.” 

you wanted to say that you’d missed him, too, but he was too close, and you were too warm, and your voice escaped you. good heavens, did every woman have this much trouble breathing when standing so close to a handsome man? it was no matter though, he was soon kissing you again; you had no space left in your mind to think of something so silly as breathing. 

[faeryaesther]

I just saw your tags on the asian swing post and omg I love the idea of a cupsleeve event and the freebies/banners! that's such a good idea (also if korean open ever releases a light stick, like the ones from events like MMA/MAMA, that'd be so cute, for like the afternoon season) 🥺

Hi Gaby!

The entire experience (more or less a fan culture) of having fun together and making friends at the venue should happen more often! I still remember when I couldn't attend the Monsta X concert due to scheduling issues, but I went to the venue anyway for the sake of the freebies hahaha and it was so cool! I still keep ALL the freebies with me. Button badges, small hand mirrors with cute arts at the cover, hand-fans with decorated pictures, I have them all still, and they were from 2019!! And the fankits I bought too, they're still safe with me. More or less, I remember who gave them so the experience itself got me more online friends that I treasure dearly. It would be nice if we do have some sort of interactions bcs we are tennis fans after all. So small freebies won't hurt. I know that this fandom culture doesn't necessarily reflect the sport's image but wtv as long as it is fun, what's wrong with it. AND ABOUT THE LIGHTSTICK!! [I don't wanna bring in H*BE in this but remember the South Korean olympic team had a lightstick officially supplied for fans at the olympic village? Hahahahadhsjs KOREA OPEN TAKE NOTES! We might see kim mingyu waving wta-bong next year before we know

[actuallydrew]

TS RIGHT HEREEEEEE!!! Good lawddddd

I need a fic based just on this picture

[v1xyboy9]

GOOD GODDDDDDD LAWDDDDD I NEED HIM ASTRONOMICAL LEVEL NEOWWWWWW

[lehnsherrrr]

Been reading cherik fics and here are

My cherik ao3 recommendations!!!

First and foremost, I have the most high stakes GUT WRENCHING torture pron slow burn fic you will EVER READ.

Charles is a pilot on a spaceship, and things go to SHIT. Very long, very good, so fucking good. One of those fics where they don’t even acknowledge that they like eachother until like 12 whole chapters in, AS IT SHOULD BE.

If you like it when Erik uses his powers on Charles, or when Charles is weak and beaten down, you’ll love this very very much.

Big warning for non-consensual…situations…. BUT ITS SO BEAUTIFUL

It’s called “The stars incline us, they do not bind us” by Ikeracity and Pangea.

I even made an entire Spotify playlist

I literally spent an entire 3 days non stop (literally until like 5am every night) reading this, it was constant. I did nothing else. I read it during summer and so I literally had nothing else to do. I can’t even remember anything else, I was so freaking immersed.

SECOND,

A fic I read immediately after the last one. LONGER, SLOWER, but wayyy more wholesome, it’s just fucking lovely. But not TOO lovely, there are high stakes, it made me BLUUSSHHHHHH, oh my LAWDDDDD.

Charles has been hired as a tutor for Erik’s daughter. I’m pretty sure it’s based in like the 1890s-1920s but I don’t think it tells you specifically, it’s old anyway.

ALSO, Charles has a cane in this, I also have a cane, made me very happy.

It’s nice to see Charles as a respectable adult man while also feeling like a crushing teenager on the inside, absolutely epic amazeballs.

It’s called “Wrap me up, unfold me” by hllfire

THIRD,

Shorter than the previous, still a whole 13 chapters tho.

Listen, come in real close, I won’t lie, I like it when Erik roughs Charles up a lil, BUT AY, YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM ME.

Charles is kidnapped and taken to the camp of the brotherhood, which Erik leads, but Erik WANTS HIMMMMMM

HEHEHEHE

It’s cute, wished their feud had lasted a little longer but it was still an amazing read.

It’s called “Power and Control” by FuryRed

FOURTH,

Still in the making, only 4 chapters rn but it’s gonna get so good I promise.

Do you like it when Charles and Erik fight with their powers? When the enemies in enemies to lovers means something? HELL YEAH MY DUDE, this is for you.

Charles is the villain now, and Erik has been sent to stop him in exchange for Shaw (meaning he will stop at nothing) but he fails to realise how damn powerful this brat is.

Fighting, leather, masks, high stakes, flirting while fighting, tension, ITS GOT IT ALLLLL

It’s called “Echoes of control” by…

Uh oh, it’s by me….

I BEG PLZ READ IM SORRY IT ONLY HAS 4 CHAPTERS, THERES MORE COMING IM JUST MOVING HOUSE PLZZZZ

Hehe that’ll do it, I’m so good at advertising

Anyway!!!

I BEG you, if you have any fic recommendations that include the sort of things I’ve talked about here, PLEASE GIVE THEM TO MEEEEEEE.

Thanks for reading :3

[mattslolita]

chris and his lil goatee is really getting to me 😩😩😩 he looks tewwwwww good like fawkkkkkk

how would bambi react if she saw it ?

LAWDDDDD the amount of times i busted because of it ??? don't even get me started...

when bambi sees it ? LMFAO what doja cat say ? "trust me when i meet him, i'm fucking him on sight" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[cameronsprincess]

and while bluecollar!rafe’s fucking you into the couch he hadn’t even taken his dirty work clothes off either and you can’t even complain about him covering you with his sweat with the way his cock is pounding your cunt open 🤭🤭🤭

lawddddd. the dirty work clothes and the sweaty body 🫠 he definitely gives ZERO fucks.. he’s gonna fuck the attitude out of you no matter what. the second he steps through that front door it’s overrrrr for you. you see it in his eyes and the way his jaw is clenched and his body is tight. he’s gonna fuck you until you can’t walk and the only thing out of your mouth for days to come is ���yes, sir.” after all, you gotta be a good girl for you hard working man🙂‍↕️

[snowball-doie]

I’ve been FEDDDDDD

from the pinterest collection for my bestie @snowball-doie

dad!haechan of course

dad!jaemin (my ovaries are devastated honestly)

[littlearticbear]

Oh good LAWDDDDD!!! Weak in the knees 😩

Photo Credit: witchyvibes91 💛

[vansmissingcheek]

Van Palmer Alphabet

(nsfw) (she/they Van)

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

So caring. So funny. Definitely receives more but when she does top it’s her number one priority that you’re alright. Pressing kisses to the skin on display. Helping you sit up and change or just get back up in general. Definitely loves to kiss you before you’ve fully recovered just to feel the way your sloppy lips chase theirs.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

B O O B I E S! We all know that she’s a boob lover. No matter the size, Van is all over it. I mean she literally spelt it out for us. There’s something inside that tells me they would casually mess with them too. The hand on you always finds its way under your bra. The underwire is basically bent to accommodate her hand. She’s obsessed with marking them too. Not in a possessive way really, just in a way where they cannot separate themselves even if they wanted to.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Feasts. Literally the biggest munch. She is always down to clean you off after you finish. And her hands. LAWDDDDD. Ik she loves making you taste yourself off of her fingers or even her mouth..When you’re topping it’s not even a question before you set your knees to either side of her head. They want to be suffocated in you. When you pull back and see yourself on her chin it nearly makes her eyes roll back when you lick it off. Van is sloppy with it too. Allowing you to grind down hard into their mouth. Their hands finding your thighs and caging you down into them when you try to pull away.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Loves biting. More than just hickeys and marking her. Although, now that you mention it….. -In this department we’re talking actually breaking skin. Whether that’s you biting her lip to ground yourself while her hands are preoccupied, or her biting your shoulder to keep quiet. The taste of metal and sweat just does something to them. Finding nail marks along her back is a turn on as well. Marking is huge for them but specifically feeling your teeth rip through her sensitive skin is near heavenly.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Van isn’t necessarily a player, she ‘gets her needs met’. One night stands that they can roll over after and forget about. I firmly believe they will do anything you ask them, or rather tell them, to do. She loves being bossed around even by someone who’s less experienced, she is just a big woman enjoyer. She wants to know that what she’s doing makes you feel good. (Which is why she gets you as loud as she can..)

F= Favorite position

Van wants to see you. Missionary with a little spice if you will. Nothing beats the sound of your strangled breaths being gasped into her open mouth. If roles are reversed, she would rather feel you on her. Skin to skin. Pressing your core down into theirs. They want all of you. Biting onto their shoulder in relief while you shake against them. They could die happy knowing they’ve experienced that. With their hands tied up too, i mean… They would be straining at not being able to touch you but god would it feel so incredibly good to watch you use them.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

This is Vanessa Palmer we’re talking about people. The goofiest of goobers. She is going to openly discuss the recoil of your boobs while you’re grinding down on her. The way you say her name. The moans that leave your mouth will be brought up after the fact. Even if you’re the one topping her, she will find a way to try and throw you off of your game. That or she’ll tease you until you have to crack down on her which…she’s not comparing that’s for sure.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

All natural and doesn’t mind their partners habits. She is a constant believer that you should do what makes you most comfortable. They’re going to be diving in anyways and honestly it’s more comfortable on their face when they’re going down on you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

A mix of both. The hot and heavy passion is found with a hint of bite. She L O V E S to fight for dominance. Part of the fun of sex to her is the dance of it all. Finding what feels good and breaking someone down. (Being broken down..) To be so real with you, she wants to be shut up. To be flustered to a point to where words are beyond comprehension anymore. So who is she to complain when there’s a particularly rough thrust of your fingers and your opposite hand covers her mouth? She’s getting exactly what she was asking for when she got mouthy or decided to keep teasing you.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Now that she’s with you, it’s only when you’re not around that she feels the need to help herself out. I don’t think her sex drive is particularly low either, which makes the time you’re off at work, or generally away for long periods of time, so tough. A lot of the time it’s subconscious when you both start to get in the mood. Slowly feeding off of one another’s comments and flirtatious jokes. Suddenly you’d be knee deep in the bathroom of some shitty party neither of you really wanted to attend, and she would be grasping at the strands of your hair for dear life. If she couldn’t do that, or you’d been out for a while, she has plenty of tapes in her shop to help her out. Nothing beats the real thing though, and she’s painfully aware of that.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

I think Van would like being dominated. Like fully to the point of having her hands tied behind her back and her knees getting red and achy from how long she’s been forced down for you. She wouldn’t trade it for the world especially when she sees the look in your eyes. The way you look so strong, so confident. The way you compliment her behavior is also so rewarding to her. Being used is so rewarding to her. The same way she looks for a prophet in odd circumstances, she looks to you like a god. Wanting to be the perfect acolyte.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Generally I think Van enjoys the comfort and safety of being home and having time to take care of you. Or even just being as loud as either of you need to be. She wants to have all of you, not just a taste. If you’re in public there isn’t a conceivable universe where Van would say no to something quick just to make you more comfortable or just generally make you happy. Never would they want to do anything infront of anyone though. They want you to themselves. Selfish, maybe, but it’s the truth.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Intelligent people. Witty banter is such a turn on, especially when someone is confident and forward. She loves the feeling of not having to carry a conversation on her back for once, especially if you’re so slick with it too. Van is such a goner for movie lovers. It’s just in her blood. Halloween has her dead when you walk out dressed as the Violet to her Corky or alternatively the Evie to her Randy; circa. “The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Girls in Love” (underrated btw)

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Van will not do something in public. Not to say they won’t sneak off somewhere but the idea of anyone else seeing that side of either of you is a big no. Van doesn’t particularly enjoying sharing. Jealous Van has a special place in my heart though..

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Van has always been a giver. Wanting to take care of anyone that they care about. So when she eats like a woman starved it is a surprise to no one. She loves the idea of giving while also being kept in place. Your hand pushing her closer in a possessive kind of way. Now receiving… my man is a mess. She is quite literally putty in your hands. Letting out soft noises of appreciation. Their panicked hands roaming, trying to find anything to ground themselves. They would be the type to enjoy the loss of control. As long as it pleases you, it pleases them.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Van prefers to take their time. She wants to be able to show you just how much she appreciates you. Soft kisses and lingering hands. However, if you catch her in a moment of weakness, forget it. They’re all hands, grabbing and pulling you down with them. Slipping into a feral state where all she wants is to make you feel good. Especially if you’re both working the store and she closes early just for a little more time to savor you. If you won’t let her close it’s fast and impatient in your shared bathroom. It’s sloppy and passionate and Van will remind you the whole time exactly what you do to them. Van can take care of you for hours but they’re pretty destroyed after two rounds. Ik she loves overstim tho- who said that!?

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

If you’re expressing any kind of interest while you’re out, she’s on it. A bathroom stall, the car, under the fucking counter. She would rather die than say no to you. Especially when she’s just as needy as you are. Van is measured and precise in these moments. Years of learning your body and knowing exactly how to get you there. I know she loves tasting you but if they have to, they will use their hands. Quickly filling you up and watching you break apart. I mean that back seat has seen many things man, but it’s unparalleled to the noises that escape you when Van is on a mission.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Van will try anything once, unless it involves other people watching. They are truly so loyal and so in love it would kind of break their heart a little to watch you need somebody else. EXCEPT: Taissa. Although it isn’t spoken about, Van never really stopped loving her and if the opportunity arose…hey now. Otherwise Van would do anything you asked of them. Even if they felt a flip in their stomach at the idea of you doing things to them. Van is such a whiny bottom I can’t-

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

If Van’s receiving they can last two to three rounds pretty normally. However, they will never not accept. Originally it takes a little while to get them there but after the second round she’s falling apart. You’re licking up and down their slit while she’s gripping at your hair. Watery eyes and her lip torn from the pressure of her own teeth. Sucking in sharp breaths as you press harder into her bundle of nerves. Their body shaking but never really pulling away. Fourth of the night and all Van can do is take it exactly how you told her to.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

I firmly believe that Van appreciates hands and mouths more than anything. AND CORE TO CORE. This woman goes feral at the chance to feel your slick against hers. Especially with you on top- I don’t think she would be against toys though. Probably owning a few. Generally they’d rather feel you than fill you but either way the sounds you make are worth it.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

The teasing is relentless. Just messing with them to a point where they don’t even know their own name. Dragging your fingers over their boxers while she’s moaning into your open mouth. I know they go feral for just moments like that. One another’s hands down the other’s pants. She wants to hear your gasps in her open mouth but feeling you refuse to touch them right where they need you to, drives them fucking insane. Maybe even pulling your head to hers in an attempt to persuade you to stop being such a dick. But she can’t pretend she doesn’t love it. The feeling of you smirking into the kiss and lightly pressing a finger into their core. Their entire brain turns to mush.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

I’d like to believe, selfishly, that Van is loud; but I really doubt it. Although she wants to be, there’s a voice in the back of her head that just won’t let her. They probably enjoy something in their mouth to stop them from sounding so pathetic. Whether that’s your hand or a few fingers, she automatically obliges. I bet Van loves hands too.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

oooooo! Praise kink! Van wants to be called a good girl and that’s just the truth. Maybe not exactly those words, they’d probably be mortified after the first time that slipped your lips. Not at the fact you said it, at the sound of the moan reverberating out of their mouth. When you tell them how good they’re doing for you, or how good they make you feel. She’s gone. They literally have no thoughts other than being the best for you. When you treat them with gentle hands on their face while you’re obliterating them, it fully breaks their brain. Pants and begs leave their open lips as you pull roughly at their hair. Just forcing them closer to your core. The encouragement of you saying how handsome them look under you really gets them going.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Does not shave that’s pretty obvious, but I would say their body type is rather curvy. Having broader hips and more full thighs. I know they try to minimize just how much they show off but lord help us all. They have muscle for sure, even with the curves, they’re rather strong. Very feint ridges and scars line most of their body and I think that’s pretty fucking hot.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Shes such a loser dude. Literally all over you, always. (Femme) When you wear long dresses, even just flowery patterns in the summer, they’re gone. All over you in an instant and begging to wait another twenty minutes before opening the shop. Not to mention the fact that you look at them with those eyes all day. Knowing you have this effect on them. (Masc) The sight of you in their clothes makes them nearly jump your bones. She’s actually pretty possessive even if she doesn’t show it openly. Watching the way that customers interact with you, the same way you would her. Once you’re alone they’re tugging off the layers of the button up you stole and showing you just how insane it drove them.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

My man is tired. Probably absolutely destroyed and beyond exhausted if they’re receiving. She prefers to watch something afterwards, just to cool down and relax a little. Definitely some cheesy comedy that has little relevance to either of you. Van always says that they’re fine but you know better. Helping them change and getting into bed together. They love when you play with their hair too. It’s cannon to me that she’s a little spoon, idc about the teen timeline just trust me.

My new favorite thing is the funky little ombré texts 🤍

• I am working on the TaiVan fic don’t worry

[tyunkus]

FUCKKKK as a fellow korean your post abt the korean pet names actually has me floored especially 이쁜이 😵‍💫😵‍💫 imagine tyun cupping and caressing your cheek softly w his hand while fucking you so good n calling you 이쁜이 LAWDDDDD 🧎‍♀️

YESS FELLOW HANGUKIN!!!!! so glad you understand i love that pet name so much... taehyuns steady hand on your cheek while the other reaches down between your legs to play with your clit meanwhile he's all like 우리 이쁜이 표정 너무 야하잖아... 나랑 그렇게 하고 싶었어? 그래. 다리 벌리고 가만히 있으면 돼. 내가 알아서 할게. my pretty baby's expressions are so lewd.. you wanted me to fuck you that bad? alright. spread your legs and keep still. i'll take care of you.

[snowball-doie]

I’ve recently been thinking about hybrid dreamies. But mainly specifically Samoyed Jeno going into heat a during tour, and cheeta mark finding him backstage trying to rut against the jackets of everyone as they smell like the others tears staining cheeks. Only for the others heats to quickly start soon after.

you don't understand. i saw the first sentence in the notif on my phone, started clapping, stood up, walked around, and screamed "FINALLY" before opening the ask to reply on my computer. i love hybrid dreamies so bad, it's becoming a concern.

poor hybrid jeno tries his best to not let his ruts dictate his daily life or impact the boys because he'd hate to be one of THOSE hybrids who can't keep it in his pants. he has a habit of getting quite dominant during his ruts, and when that coincides with bunny!jaemin's heats, poor jaemin can't escape the hours and hours and HOURS of fucking... so jeno tries to keep his distance. but for whatever reason, ignoring his rut like that knocks the dominance out of him and suddenly he feels all submissive-- probably because of how desperate he is to fuck someone. ofc it had to be mark who found him. hiding in the green room, shoving his face in all the costumes on the clothing rack because all of their scents are surrounding him there. he's got one hand in his pants while he's grinding up against nothing. he's so desperate that tears start streaming down his cheeks, because no matter what he does, it just isn't the same as being balls-deep in someone, hearing them whine that he's too beg, pawing at him to get him to slow down because he's being too rough, moaning in unison as he fills them up with cum and then his knot. "jen?" mark croaks. jeno immediately stops. he pulls his hand out of his pants, he pulls his face out of the clothes-- smelling jisung nearly sent him over the edge just before he was interrupted-- and he looks at mark with a guilty pout. mark recognizes that face easily because it's the same one he himself wears when his rut starts and he stumbles around the house in search of haechan who'll bear having mark fuck him until he's too tired to keep his eyes open any longer. "let me help," mark offers, stepping forward cautiously, his hands outstretched to pick jeno off the floor, his ears twitching the second they make contact. jeno's thick thigh is wrapped around by mark's long tail. he can't help himself. mark's long hair, his floppy ears, his soft tail, his scent-- jeno's desperation gets the better of him, and he pounces.

of course being filled by a cute samoyed in rut triggers mark's rut... and of course the second his pheromones change, bear!haechan catches a whiff of it and his eyes cross as his heat starts. samoyed!jeno also finds his way to bunny!jaemin who complains that he's feeling riled up since his heat is gonna start soon-- "IT'S YOUR FAULT! UGH! you reek of rut! and of mark!" bunny!jaemin in heat and samoyed!jeno in rut together in the same room............. ohhhhh good LAWDDDDD pray for them. jaemin's fluffy tail gets pulled just to make him cum for the fourth time in a row. jeno's ears are scratched as his knot fills jaemin up AGAIN. the only people who manage to keep it in their pants are fox!renjun, cat!chenle, and hamster!jisung who side eye the two week long sex-fest between markhyuck and nomin. that is... until renjun's heat, and suddenly he's crawling onto haechan's bed, begging for help............ and when chenle's heat hits, he's nuzzling jisung for hours until jisung cracks and helps him out for a bit just before his own heat hits in the middle of getting railed.

[h0neym-oon]

Oh good lawddddd

[shiny-jr]

HMHGEG3GEGEGGEGEGEGEHHSJSJSUSHSUSJZHSHXHJSUWHWYSUEGEJRJDJZUIWHEUDJEHSUJX

VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL VIL

OH LAWDDDDD, I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE, IM SCRATCHINF ANF CLAWING THE WALLLS, BARL BARK BARKNWOOFOFO

YPUR WRITING IS SO SCRUMPTUOUS, RHRHRHRHRH I WILL GNAW ON YOUR WRITINGS, THE WORDING, SENTENCING AND CHARACTERIZATON MAKES ME EXPLODE, JUMPING AROUND, AND RUNNING LAPS AROUND MY BEDROOM

AND YOU'RE SO CREATIVE FOR MAKING IT INTO A QUIZ, I LOVED THE CROW READER CAUSE SOMETHING ABT READERS THAT ARE WILLING TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO SURVIVE IS SO RARE TO FIND. THANK YOU FOR FEEDING THE AUDIENCE WITH THOSE TYPE OF READERS, ILY SHINYYY

I didn't even have to read the contents of the message. All I had to see was the all caps and I knew straight away, a Vil simp. I dunno man, something tells me you might like Vil. Thank you, anon who may appreciate Vil, for reading!

And thank you for pointing out the MC. I personally always wanted to see more morally gray/bad MCs and not the good ones anymore. Had to write them myself, since I never saw them. So I'm glad that these MCs are appreciated! Love you too, anon. ✨

[mightyfloofy]

Talking a little on the recent mangas I've started reading this week😗✨📚(two of them are new to me, for the others, I've picked up on the manga after finishing their current anime seasons) 💚THERE MIGHT BE SPOILERS💚

1) Tomodachi Game:

So i think I've only read up to around 12 chapters or so and it's so good????

The roller-coaster of emotions it's making me have though- like i started loving Tenji with my whole heart and soul then he...disappointed me. Then he earned my trust again- a whole twist.

Yuuichi is a pretty good MC so far. Bro is a cutie.

Sawaragi pisses me off a little. Idk how to explain it though.

Yuutori my girl 💜

Shibe um... 💀💀💀 Yeah. And no i don't dislike him for what he tried to do in chapter 2 or so. I just... He's too dumb.

Also the art?????? Muah

I watched some scenes of the anime in the beginning after i read a couple of chapters and it's...disappointing. Even the animation is wonky.

But just- the art style has me in luvvvv

Manabu-kun keeps on gaslighting, gatekeeping and girlbossing every chapter.

Also, I'm praying for my boy Yuuichi's sanity. At first i was like "Sawaragi, i get hes cute but WHAT do u see in him??" and i see now. My girl has some amazing taste, at least for that.

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2) Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

I've only read 4 chapters but this shit has me ROLLINGGGG

It's so funny pls

The art is also pretty good too. I'm not really a fan of Slice of Life, but this one hits.

Also, pretty boi alert:

My favorite character so far is this guy though:

He's so babygirl ✨✨✨✨

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3) Demon Slayer

So I started reading it right after the events of season 3, of course.

Giyuu's backstory lowkey hit home-

He needs a hug. I won't say more.

Tanjiro is precious, as always, just like Nezukooo (a loud 'Nezuko-chan' came in my and after i typed that)

Oh yeah, Zenitsu:

Me to Shinobu, "Doctor, hes out again"

Nah because he didn't have to chomp Tanjiro's sky wide forehead like that???? 😭😭😭

So i have two volumes of Demon Slayer at home and i gotta say, the art improved and it's nice to have seen it grow. I know it's like this for most mangakas, but here i didnt see a whole art style change or whatever but something becoming finer while keeping that style very present.

The story is at its peak right now, i reached up to the point where Muzan decided to heehee himself in the no-no place for him. (idk how to say this without spoiling)

I'm luving it so far

Also, my husband:

I miss his gorgeous face LAWDDDDD HAVE MERCYYY

Though i already loved him before seeing his face.

I've finally memorised the master's name: Ubuyashiki

It's an achievement.

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4) Blue Lock

Ok i can't add pics anymore but I'm confident most people know what it is without having watched it.

I wanted to share some nice Rin pics but guess it'll be for another time. (yall will be missing out on my man)

So, i picked up from where the first season stops and-

I miss Kunigami. A lot. He was one of my favs 😭😪

Shidou is special (him telling Isagi he'd love to see him explode again got me praying for him fr)

The story has taken a nice turn with the U-20 team rushing things up. I love it but i want to see Sae play already so I'm being an impatient little bug.

The art is MUAH as always. I love the lines added for light shading, ill probably inspire myself off it for future drawings.

Hiori needs to be friends with Chigiri so they can talk about hair products (Hiori is like a short-haired Chigiri with cyan hair. My boy has naturally long lashes (Rin's remain better 💅)

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That's all, folks!

I hope to read even more in the upcoming days and hopefully I'll get to talk about them like i just did above.

Expect headcanons from each of these mangas 💜💜💜

And you can even send me recommendations 😙✨

It's midnight where I am like damn-

Bye byeeeee

[thegreatnpowerfulspuukiiz]

so i saw deadpool and wolverine the other day and all ima say is that i expected DP and logan to make out sloppy style at multiple points in the film. they were so genuinely in love it was insane. also the movie itself was pretty good me thinks!! i really enjoyed it!

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also LAWDDDDD hugh jackman so FINEEEE

AND WHY AM I JUST NOW FINDING OUT HE’S AN AUSSIE???