#I LOVE UR BRAIN

[saetoshis]

do u think jing yuan steals ur panties?? IDK IT JUST RANDOMLY POPPED IN MY HEAD ad whenever i think of jing yuan i think of u so :((

omg shut up PANTY STEALER JING YUAN???

cw; afab!reader, voyeurism, panty stealing, praise, lil bit of spit, mentions of creampie, mdni.

jing yuan gets a little kick out of being sneaky.

there’s just something that he loves about sweetly asking to do the laundry for you with a little ‘i’ll help you with chores, go ahead and relax’ while he only uses it as an excuse to snatch your panties.

he finds it almost thrilling to hide the fact that he has a small hoard of your cute lacy panties, especially when you complain to him about how suddenly so many pairs are missing. he has to hold back an amused chuckle when you ask this, and he feigns complete innocence.

at least, until one day when you catch him.

you can hear muffled sighs and grunts through the closed door where jing yuan was supposedly taking a nap in. it sounds awfully intense when you press your ear to the wood, and you wonder what exactly he’s doing in there.

behind the closed door, jing yuan is shamelessly wrapping a pair of your panties around his cock, another pair held up to his nose as he inhales your scent and falls further into a pleasured haze.

“you smell so heavenly,” jing yuan daydreams as he grunts softly, not thinking you were even home at this time in the afternoon. he wraps your panties around his length even tighter, his hips rocking into them and leaving a wet spot of precum in the process. “so sweet, mm… can’t wait to taste you.”

you gasp softly at hearing his muffled words, feeling your thighs keen together at the thought of him nuzzling his face between your legs and indulging his tongue in every inch of you.

jing yuan lets some of his spit dribble onto his cock, wrapping the lacy fabric around him again and groaning from how wet it feels - but he knows it’s nowhere near as satisfying as you. “ah, not wet enough…”

jing yuan is turning into a mess, holding your panties over his nose and mouth to suppress his groans as he ruts his hips faster. his chest shudders hard as he pictures your pussy wrapping around his cock and enveloping him in warm wetness.“d-dear god, fuck…”

you push the door open just barely, peeking through and watching him kneeling on the bed as he fucks into your now-soaked panties like he’s hungry. his face is flushed and his eyebrows are furrowed, hands shaky as he cranes his head back and spills a sticky load of white ropes into your panties.

“love cumming inside you…” jing yuan closes his eyes and lives vicariously through his daydream, chest heaving as he catches his breath and slows his hips’ movements.

for now, you act like you haven’t seen it - but later, you’ll make a mental note to buy some more panties so he can keep the ones he stole for his own fantasies.

2023 SAETOSHIS. do not copy or repost.

[eddiesghxst]

Pre show price of fame eddie getting ready and doing his little eye liner like the little emo he is and reader sitting there trying to ask him question and finally write but gets distracted by his pure shitness at applying makeup and she just gets up at sits on his knee and does it for him

Reader: so who would you say inspire- what are you do- oh my fuck let me do it

Eddie in shock: uhm ok should i be offended

Reader: yea your shit at this

Literally the way he looks at her when she goes back to sit down.

🎸annon <3

BESTIE.

OMG BESTIE. THANK U FOR THIS BC I WAS GETTING STUCK ON THIS NEXT PART BUT U LITERALLY SLAPPED ME W INSPO ILY IM GIVING U KISSES

AHH I WANT TO ADD ON AND SPILL MY GUYS BUT IM GONNA SAVE IT FOR PART SEVEN🤭

[r3starttt]

ANON SENDING HOT THOUGHTS ON MY ASKS ILYSM YES YES

[crowflesh]

LOOK I KNOW I MAY BE DELUSIONAL BUT

I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE THAT THINKS THAT THESE PARALLEL EACHOTHER RIGHT???

LIKE THE LIFE OF A PERSON IS IN OUR (THE VIEWERS) HANDS AND THEY'RE RESTRAINED AND HAVE A SQUARE LIKE SHAPE COVERING THEIR FACE

THEY'RE PARALLELS!!!

[weird-bookworm]

heh .. tips fedora .. you already know. if i may order something quite delectable, that would be appreciated ☝️ HAHAGAJAHZUA I CANT DO THAT. OKAY. here's it.

soulmate trope where on a random day, a day that's either particularly horrible or absolutely wonderful, it keeps looping until you find your soulmate. imagining this with jaehyun from bonedo or mingi from ateez, mainly.. just either them or the reader absolutely suffering but they meet and its BOOM. AMAZING. WONDERFUL.

happy almost 300 followers, sky !!! (⁠/⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠(⁠-⁠ω⁠-⁠)

; 🌂

ITS NOT ANGST!! ITS NOT ANGST ITS NOT ANGST ITS NOT ANGST WEI I LOVE U SM 😭

i think somewhere in the back of my head i went "oh xe wants a sad ending", not that it might simply be angst w a happy ending 😅

BUT NOW I GOTTA CHOOSE FROM MYUNGJAE AND PRINCESS MINKI 👹

dw i'll do it hehe <3

[fruitsoxs]

(sob) and on the subject of touchstarved ww i think it’s like.. a fucked up reversal almost when he’s in punisher mode? like.. okok. here’s the image i’ve had in my mind for AGES, right…

so normal ww is super domestically touchy, loves to lace pinkies, have his foot touching yours, knees/shoulders bumping, showering together, cooking w him behind u, yada yada. but when he’s in punisher mode, it’s the complete opposite. he’s dirty, he’s sinful, he’s covered in the blood of others and operating off of the whims of a boy-god who claims he’s right without ever looking behind him. you need to be away from him, lest his “god” decide that his innocent lamb has been tainting his worldview. but really, even though he’s snarly and mean and in a mindset where he’ll physically push you off, you’ve learned you need to do the opposite. you need to sit on his waist, straddle him and put your head on his chest. you need to hold his cheeks and feel his pulse and let your eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. you need to lick your thumb and rub away the minuscule flecks of blood under his eyes, the micro-shards of glass from his vials that get stuck in his stubble or his gums, the residual ash that stuck on him when he absentmindedly smoked cigarette after cigarette down to the filter. you NEED to touch him, you need to force his mind back into his body until he’s quietly begging for you to not get up by grasping your wrist and kissing the inside of it.

herkhdsgslfmehrrlgjegdkfhz …………… literally about to drive to campus but i had to share my ww touch starved thoughts with u after seeing ur take im so sorry LMFAO

Some delicious thoughts anon- I just had to share them

I hope you don't mind me wanting to write a story/drabble where you comfort punisher mode wolfwood because...I cannot get over the idea of climbing onto his lap and holding him close.

[stunie]

OMG IM DIDNT EXPECTED THAT YOU WRITE MY ASK HDJSOSKSSK THANK YOUU ZEVIE💕💕💕😚

HIII OMG i was gonna post it the night u sent it in but i kinda wrote too much n so i was like .. i should probably spend tmr editing it .. but then i was like aghhh i feel like im ignoring ur askkkk cuz it was sitting in my drafts🥺

[spaceagebachelormann]

during the boarding school era of the ducks and sitting next to fult at the big dining tables- he’s got his arm over the back of your chair and his foot hooked around the leg of your chair as you eat <3

YES YES ANDADJD HES SOOOOOO SO SO TOUCHY

[familyvideostevie]

plsssss it was me, i was the original pegging anon lmao - @bloodandtime

WE HAVE A CONFESSOR!!!!!! bless u baby you started something

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[hinamie]

spiraling

[ciil]

what makes us any different?

[cryptidcryptic]

Oh to be frozen in place with AA like a Grecian statue, 300 years just gazing into eachothers eyes, feeling dual pleasure at the touch of the other. Ahhh ala that story of the man who fell in love with his own reflection. 300 years into the future someone wonders upon this marvellous lifelike statue and manages to distract this pair from their slumber, at least they’ll have a meal.

I have one (1) thought about Ascended Astarion vampire spouse theory and don't care if it was Larian's intention or not.

According to the source for the vampire spouse theory, vampire spouses rarely remain sane. It doesn't say why, but I personally speculate it's due to the psychic link. How long can the average person handle being in a hivemind with a powerful and ancient vampire lord, anyway?

Which brings me to Tav/Durge. They get turned by a powerful vampire lord, but critically, Astarion is a new vampire lord. He hasn't had the centuries to build up the will to resist the other half of his vampire marriage. Even better (or worse), he has no reason to resist. What's wrong with feeling his love's feelings and letting them hear his thoughts?

It would start out slow; they finish each other's sentences and pick up a few of each other's mannerisms. Normal cute couple of things. Then, it would escalate. Tav/Durge reaches out their hand, and Astarion grabs. Astarion lifts his leg, and Tav/Durge steps. Someone calls for Lord Astarion and Tav/Durge answers. They move in perfect unison. Occasionally, they speak in eerie unison.

A few centuries pass, and Tav/Durge and Astarion refer to themselves with plural pronouns. (Which they find funny. When Cazador referred to himself with the royal "we" it was pathetic, but when they do it, it is a reminder of all they have given each other.) There is no line where one of them ends and the other begins. Just one mind with two bodies. Any love they felt towards one another is just a mirror facing a mirror.

[curlytsunamiart]

a confrontation between miquella and messmer in the shadow keep throne room

[obsob]

hmm anyway. holds u in my arms

[cheolhub]

WHOEVER SENT THAT ASK (you know exactly who u are) UR EVIL AND I LOVE U AND THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME BRAIN FOOD. i will be getting thru my shift bc of u.

and i will be writing it when i get home (fr)