#I feel Rabid 💕

[fanflames]

I ALREADY KNOW. DONT WORRY. I KNEW FOR WEEKS.

[voguesriot]

DON’T HURT YOURSELF ✹ luke castellan

( summary ) social media au where your boyfriend became the asshole everyone warned you he’d be and now you’re looking for revenge (& luke is a down bad loser w no game)

( pairings ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader

DIRECT MESSAGES

sarahdawson: hey girly ik we’re not like close or anything but something happened last night that i need to tell you about

sarahdawson: so i was getting strawberries yesterday and max was there and he was being really weird and like flirty and i’m so sorry i feel like such a horrible person even though i turned him down right away but he tried to kiss me and i hit him and then i went back to my cabin but i had to tell you

sarahdawson: i’m so sorry

yourusername: THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE I KNEW HE WASNT WORTH SHIT

yourusername: this is clarisse btw i took her phone

yourusername: (me again) thank you for telling me sarah it rlly means a lot 🫶

sarahdawson: if it makes any difference you’re way too hot for him and literally anything you need (even rigging archery lessons so the new kids take shots just as he’s walking by), i’m your girl x

♫ Don’t Hurt Yourself by Beyoncé feat. Jack White

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yourusername love god herself (love u mama) 💋

sarahdawson AHHH YOURE SO PRETTY

yourusername THANK YOU GORGEOUS 🥹🥹

clarisselarue too good for anyone 😮‍💨

silenabeauregard prettiest girl everrrr

chrisrodriguez pur girlie

yourusername what.

chrisrodriguez gods forbid a man expresses an ounce of girlish whimsy

yourusername nooo queen i appreciate you thank you

seaweedbrain you ate ‼️‼️‼️

seaweedbrain ate my dessert*

seaweedbrain it’s all fun and games until you end up stealing from the youth

seaweedbrain count your days miss counsellor

yourusername my girl sally should’ve kept you on a leash for a bit longer because you are rabid my love

seaweedbrain I WAS NEVER ON A LEASH WTF

racheledare STUNNA GIRL STUNNA GIRL I CHOOSE U BABY OVER A HUNDRED GIRLS

yourusername ME AND U 4EVERR 🙏🙏

lukecastellan nice dress!!

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clarisselarue lukecastellan i saw that.

lukecastellan why are you so ominous

clarisselarue why are you such a loser

lukecastellan have you ever been chill for a day in your life

clarisselarue have you ever known the loving touch of a woman

chrisrodriguez FOUL 😭😭😭

♫ Feather by Sabrina Carpenter

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sarahdawson girls night w my favs 💘

silenabeauregard APOLLO CABIN 🔛🔝

yourusername FORREALLL

yourusername best night i’ve had in a long time i love u all sm ☹️🫶 ( liked by sarahdawson , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean )

silenabeauregard MY GIRLSSSSS

wisegirll prettiest girls in the world 💕💕

clarisselarue sarah girl love ya but maybe leave the singing to ur siblings 🙏

sarahdawson RUDE

yourusername sarahdawson dw baby i loved our duet xx

sarahdawson we simply are destiny’s child

drewtanaka yk who is shaking in his boots

seaweedbrain oh yeah cool i didn’t even want an invite it’s totally chill

yourusername calm down lil guy maybe when you’re older

clarisselarue if zeus doesn’t smite his ass before he gets the chance 😭

seaweedbrain clarisselarue I BEAT YOUR DADS ASS HES LITERALLY A DEADBEAT DADDY

wisegirll too far

seaweedbrain sorry clarisse

lukecastellan yourusername we could hear you singing all the way in hermes ☠️

yourusername NO THATS SO EMBARRASSING WHICH SONG

lukecastellan i think it was never lose me or smth

clarisselarue bros acting like he hasn’t been thinking ab it nonstop

yourusername lukecastellan i’m so sorry for any pain i’ve caused

chrisrodriguez AYY BRO MAKING MOVES

groverunderwood you call those moves? 😭

chrisrodriguez baby steps are still steps let me celebrate my guy in peace 😔

♫ Heartless by The Weeknd

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maxwalsh never been better

clarisselarue oh that’s not ☠️

lukecastellan this what you’ve been doing instead of coming to sparring?

maxwalsh it’s a better challenge

drewtanaka THE CLAWS ARE OUT MEOW

yourusername just posted to their story!

DIRECT MESSAGES

lukecastellan: you look really pretty

[littlexdeaths]

emperor geta x empress reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: established relationship, fingering, unprotected piv sex, period sex, blood play, light choking, geta (he’s a warning all his own)

this is really some very bloody period sex… if you aren’t comfortable with that, this isn’t the one for you. also shoutout to @strangerstilinski as always for helping me fix a few things 💕

blood.

it’s everywhere, covering his thighs and smearing onto the linen sheets.

you are straddling his lap, fingers curled in his fiery locks as he guides you along his thick shaft. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth agape as his end draws near, so it is you that notices the mess first. a panicked whine leaves your lips, and you tug harshly onto his hair in an effort to stop this.

not wanting to be on the other side of his fury when he finally sees what you’ve done.

but only a deep groan rumbles in his chest at your actions, your emperor completely unaware of your current plight.

when you start to shove against his chest is when he finally catches on, his eyes snap open to witness your panicked state.

and then he sees it— the smears of crimson across the sheets.

his grip on your hips tightens immediately and he stops all movement of them. the emperor keeps you seated, with his cock nestled at your deepest point. the emotions that flit over geta’s features are hard to read, but there’s a fire engulfing his eyes. one you’ve only seen when he’s witnessed a man taking the life of another.

but the sudden tightening of his jaw convinces you that he’s angry.

so you quickly scramble off of his lap, pulling the bloodied sheets over your body as a feeling of shame courses through you.

“my lord, i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for—”

he grabs onto your ankle before you reach the end of the bed, and drags you back to him. the male then flips you over onto your back and hovers over your trembling, naked form. he says nothing as his hand dips between the soft skin of your thighs, gathering a mixture of your blood and slick on his fingers.

he holds them up toward the sunlight streaming through the curtains, admiring the dark, sticky substance that coats his pale skin. any feelings of shame soon dissolve into arousal as you grab onto his wrist and carefully guide his fingers back between your thighs.

his dark eyes flick between his blood-stained fingers and your face, a devilish grin overtaking his features as he watches those final traces of anxiety melt away from your expression.

“i’m not even close to being finished with you,” he grunts, greedily gathering more of the mixture on his fingers before they dip inside your dripping cunt. he pumps them inside you urgently, determined to make as much of a mess as possible.

the mewls that fall from your lips only grow louder when he reaches up to wrap his other bloody hand around the base of your throat.

and he eagerly trails his fingers over your bare skin, smearing more blood in his wake. and he doesn’t stop until you’re both covered in it, only then does he replace his dexterous fingers with his thick cock. thrusting back inside you like a rabid beast, aimed for the kill.

his dark gaze drops to where your bodies connect, each hard stroke covers the base of his cock in a creamy, pinky ring. an almost animalistic noise leaves his throat when your eyes meet, and the emperor pulls your body up towards him until your breasts are pressed against his hard chest. then his lips crash against your own, in a mess of tongue and teeth.

geta’s maniacal laughter fills your bed chambers, his ringed fingers digging into the meat of your hips as he bounces you harder onto his cock.

“only a mortal fool would fear a little bloodshed, my dove.”

[maokomi]

⠀「 “Dress slutty babe, I can fight,” but can they really? *ೃ༄ 」 

ᥫ᭡ Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 modern au, gn reader, established relationship crack ?? This shit aint serious so don’t treat it like it is lmfao

.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.」 Xiao, Kazuha, Zhongli, Kaeya, Kaveh, Cyno

Wrote this drunk, no editing, no looking back at my regrets last night. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. 

⠀「 XIAO*ೃ༄ 」

YOU BET UR ASS THIS MAN CAN FIGHT

Tells u to dress slutty with his whole chest !!!

Wear whatever you want to feel good about yourself and to feel comfortable. That’s all that Xiao cares abt tbh. 

If he sees anyone leering at you in your hot outfit though? His munchkin ass is on them in a heartbeat.

Doesn’t matter who. Doesn’t matter how tall they are. He’ll bark up at them like a chihuahua. Scale them like a fuckin rabid cat or smthn.

Xiao said he can fight and he will !!!!!

⠀「 KAZUHA*ೃ༄ 」

Compliments you in your sluttiest outfit !! Hell, mans helps you pick it out!! 

CAN FIGHT Can !! Beat !! Ass !!

Except he chooses not to 😌 because he is a lover💞💕 not 🙅‍♂️🚫 a fighter ☮️🕊✌️😌

But he makes it very very very clear to anyone and everyone who so much glances in ur general direction that !! HELLO HE IS UR MAN

Holds ur hand. Keeps an arm around your middle. Plays with ur hair. The whole shebang baby

But if someone grows the gonads to actually approach you while Kazuha is so blatantly flirting with u right then and there ?? 

Kazuha doesn’t even have to get up.

He fucking ROASTS the motherfucker alive. All cool and suave. Keeps his voice level while he tells the newcomer all the reasons why their parents are disappointed in them.

Kazuha fucking cooks them bro I dont know what to tell u Rest In Peace to that dumbass I guess

⠀「 ZHONGLI*ೃ༄ 」

Bold of anyone to think they can steal u from a man who walks in with this much rizz 🤨

Zhongli wears a whole ass custom Valentino suit & shoes to go to a club no way in hell is anyone gonna try to chat u up baby doesn’t matter how slutty u dress

Esp when ?? Ur slutty outfit matches Zhongli’s fit ? Absolute power couple I rest my case

Sugar daddy Zhongli supremacy I said what I said

I restate my point: No one is gonna think they have a chance against Zhongli. They’re all scared they’ll get murked on their way home if they so much as try. 

Kinda soft but they fr dont even have a chance bc Zhongli just has to compliment u and u light up like an actual Christmas tree, you get so goddamn happy that anyone even trying to fight him is already fighting a losing battle.

⠀「 KAEYA*ೃ༄ 」

Baby, bold of u to assume that Kaeya’s not gonna be dressed sluttier than u 🤨

Hate to break it to you buttercup but Kaeya’s not gonna be the one royal rumbling tonight— nu uh, that’s you.

Have you seen the titty window this man rocks? 

Skip the accessories whenever you go out Kaeya, because you are going to beat some ass, and earrings and necklaces only get in the way 💕

It’s tiring having to keep everyone’s eyes off of ur boyfriend but it’s okay because whenever you go to the bar for a quick time out, Kaeya always has a kiss and a drink ready for u before u go back to fucking people up <3

⠀「 KAVEH*ೃ༄ 」

I love him but you’re on your own honey

Claims that he’ll kick ass— that you can wear whateverrr you want, that you look so hot, that you look amazing and that he’ll fight anyone who comes near u

Hypes you up and hollers and makes u feel like a million bucks because he’s a good, supportive bf

But in the midst of it all you forget he’s some broke ass architect who probably hasn’t taken a solid punch in his life

When someone approaches u he puffs up his chest and stands in front of u with his most intense bitch face, says smthn that he thinks tough guys says like, ‘you wanna fight? Let’s fight.’ Or some cheesy shit like that

The moment the other dude swings tho its over 💀 Kaveh yells and has to hide behind you 

It’s okay tho because he’s cute <3 (even if he’s broke)

Hope you didn’t wear anything breakable baby bc youre the one who’s gotta fight for urself

⠀「 CYNO*ೃ༄ 」

Doesn’t even have to fight bro.

Doesn’t matter how slutty you dress— you could walk into a bar with just the bare minimum on and no one would look your way.

Not because you’re unattractive, because that is far from the truth.

No— it’s because of Cyno’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and the absolute death stare he gives anyone who looks your way with even a hint of lechery in their gaze.

Crazy shit, I tell you. Motherfucker’s eyes look like he’ll pounce on anyone who so much as wolf whistles your way. No one wants to get fucked up by a dude who looks like he’ll go blue eyes white dragon on their ass.

[bluegiragi]

okay, first of all, absolutely goddamn feral about you, your art, writing, ideas and aus i am chewing on the bars of my cage and foaming at the mouth and screeching incoherent and rolling around on the floor and- ough... anyway

i do have a very self indulgent question, particularly about Monster AU Ghost and Price, but also extending towards the rest of 141 with their involvement

at one point you mentioned that wraiths were rare, and ghost would likely feel pity towards another one

what would happen if they did come across another wraith? especially someone fairly fresh, maybe even young, younger than any of them. is there anything anyone could do to help them? would they help? price seems to know how to handle ghost well enough, and seems like hes been around since ghost's transformation, but how would ghost himself handle seeing someone else go through something like what he did? if he had to, what advice would he give them that he never got?

just been rotting in my brain 😭 ily gira and i hope youre taking care of yourself, thank you so much for the work you put in and share with us 🥺💕

this!! is!! such a good question, anon!!!! I think there's a lot of sides to that kind of situation, especially if it’s a younger person since I hc Ghost as having a massive soft spot for kids.

lots of writing under the cut!!! my braincells were FEASTING.

I think if it was just Ghost and the newly-born wraith, he'd try to mercy-kill it. The circumstances that lead to the creation of a wraith are truly harrowing, and while Simon understands the desire for revenge that burns at the core of every freshly made wraith, he also believes their plight is a kind of torture. In his mind, it would be kind to put one out of their misery. He wouldn't take any pleasure in it - I think overall, it would be a miserable affair for all parties involved.

If Price or any of the others were around, I think they’d try to convince him to take them under his wing so to speak. But while Ghost currently operates decently with his support system, he’s extremely lucky and should be considered the exception to the trend. Price was instrumental in his recovery - years of working under him solidified Price in his subconscious as an authority figure he could trust. When Ghost lost control, he could still rely on instinct - even with his mind fracturing, Price never changed. But not everyone has this kind of person immediately available to them, and it was crucial that Price got to him as soon as he did. What Ghost is now is not what a wraith commonly looks like. Price dragged him back from a brink.

New wraiths are sort of like rabid dogs, with no sense of self preservation. They’d approach every confrontation with the kind of frenzy you’d see in someone fighting for their life. They’d also be basically impossible to immobilize - you’ve seen how Simon goes wispy at times, imagine trying to handcuff a cloud of smoke. If it came down to a situation where any of the 141 were in danger, Ghost wouldn’t hold back. He’d put the other wraith down.

But if Ghost met another wraith who’d survived that first explosion of fury and managed to calm down, AND the 141 were with him, I think he’d try to help. They bring out the best in him.

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Projecting a little bit of childhood tramua, but imagine a teacher complaining that Benji's hair is "messy." Aka too curly for her liking cuz some teachers be assholes like that. Miguel is offended, and Mama goes full rabid on her, calling her to a teacher's conference over some dumb shit like this lol

Mama tells Benji that his hair isn't messy and his teacher is a puta. He's just a handsome curly boy 💕

Not. With. My. Benji. >:(

(To y'all curly babes out there, including me, Our hair is gorgeous ok? we gorgeous ❤️❤️)

Benjamin fiddled with his fingers, chewed the inside of his cheek and stole little glances here and there to you and Miguel. He didn't know if he was in trouble.

He had to tell you that one of his teachers wanted to speak directly with you and Miguel as soon as possible. He was a first grader, maybe she wanted to talk about about something to improve Benjamin's weakness in certain areas.

Miguel had taken a day to attend the meeting, teacher came in and Benjamin recoiled even further next to you, almost hiding behind you. You frowned.

"Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara, thank you for coming today." She started with a polite smile, you followed.

"Benjamin told us that there was something you needed to discuss with us. Is Benjamin doing ok?" Miguel spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh yes. You see, Benjamin is a good student. He has a bit of trouble speaking loudly when it's required to. He's still a bit shy, but overall, he's good."

"Right, so," You stared at her as she looked with squinted eyes at Benjamin.

"Is there any real issues that needs to be addressed? It's fine if he's a bit shy, it's a new grade for him. New classmates, new experiences, it's normal to feel a bit overwhelmed."

"Correct. Look, we have this... image code that applies to everyone and I believe that Benjamin isn't following it."

She spoke and you and Miguel blinked at her words. Confused at first but a bad feeling sunk into your gut.

"What's wrong with Benjamin dress code?" Miguel expression hardened when Benji's hand held onto his sleeve, like saying 'stop'.

"It's not about the dress code but more his, image."

"There is nothing wrong with my son, Mrs. Charles." Miguel's brow rose, his arms crossing on his chest as you spoke. He'd usually would try and calm you to then get a less heated approach, dialogue. But this time he just watched, not liking one bit where this was going.

"Maybe if you could cut or comb his hair a bit-"

Miguel rose and placed his hands on his waist. The hulking figure had startled the teacher. Good.

"You made me skip a day of work just for you to say my son has messy hair and you don't like it?" He almost hissed the last words.

You finally understood why Benjamin had been spending some time looking himself in the mirror the last past days.

"Do you understand Spanish, Mrs. Charles?"

"I do, ma'am. This is... just-"

"A mi hijo lo respeta, señora. Muy maestra puede ser usted, y aún así le queda grande el puesto, pero con mi hijo no se meta." ( My son is to be respected, ma'am. You can be a teacher all you want and still you're unworthy to be one, but you won't mess with my son.)

Miguel picked up a very distressed Benjamin and left. Your spanish had improved considerably thanks to Miguel.

"Mi hijo pasa un buen rato viéndose al espejo por culpa suya. Y no le voy a permitir que esté proyectando sus inseguridades en él. Si vuelvo a saber que usted o que alguno de sus compañeros lo molestan, voy a tomar cartas en el asunto. ¿Entendió?" (My son spends a good amount of time looking himself in the mirror because of you. I won't allow you to project your insecurities on him. If I know of this again from you or that his classmates are pestering him because of it, I'm taking hands in the matter. Got it?)

You left the classroom with a slam on the door, didn't even let the teacher speak.

"Vieja puta." (Fucking Bitch)

Miguel held Benjamin tighter, covering his ears at your cursing.

"Who the fuck she think she is?! Making us waste our time." Benjamin rubbed his eyes, his nose was getting red, his reaction only made your anger to boil.

"Benjamin, baby?"

He looked at you as Miguel put him down.

"I need you to listen to me, okay mi amor?"

He nodded as you wiped his tears.

"There is nothing wrong with your hair, okay? Your hair is beautiful. And many other kids would give anything to have it."

He hiccuped.

Miguel kneeled and slicked his hair softly.

"Don't listen to her, champ. Probably the lady is just jealous you have more hair than her"

Benjamin couldn't help but giggle.

"What do we say at home, baby?"

"I am kind"

"Aha, what else?"

"My voice matters"

"Of course it does, Mi amor" You hugged him and peppered his face in kisses earning more giggles from him.

"And you are beautiful, okay. From these lovely bouncy curls, from these speedy feet, okay?

He nodded.

"Wanna go for an ice cream?"

Miguel put him on his back, his little legs dangling on his neck as you all left.

[eepywriters]

I LOVED YOUR MESSAGES WITH QUACKITY ❤️❤️❤️

please do getting into an agrument with quackity headcanons please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😙😙🫣‼️💕💕🩷🩷

.✦°. • getting into an argument hcs (*´Д｀*)

warnings: a bit of angst and maybe a bit ooc? I tried 😞🤚🏻

a/n: HIII!! THANK U SO MUCH! It means a lot :D and sorry if it took so long ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ finals kicked my ass so I couldn’t write for a while BUT IM HERE SO LET’S GET INTO IT

EARLY INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

(thinking of a young, little experienced Alex)

Oh it’s jover

This could actually be something that could cause a breakup cuz let me tell you THIS MAN just can’t stand confrontation

If it’s something that bugged you, he’d probably understand your point of view but would also be very overwhelmed at the thought of losing you cause he hasn’t been good enough for you, resulting in him hyper focusing on his spiraling thoughts rather than listening to what you are saying

I feel like he’d also be the type to act like nothing happened right after an argument; he’d ignore the tense situation and make jokes to light up the mood and forget about it. He’s not dense, he knows it hurts you to see him seemingly ignore your feelings like that, but he’s not used to being listened so he ends up making his partner go trough his predicament as well

BUT it’s even worse if it’s something that bugged HIM; he probably wouldn’t tell you about it, much preferring to suck it up and don’t cause problems, even though he IS creating more problems

the underlying tension caused by his silence would bring the relationship to a breaking point:

1 you break up and the regret eats him up (probably also wouldn’t reach out again because of shame and a tiny bit of ego)

2 you talk about it cause it can’t go on like this

When I talk about bugging tho, I’m thinking about things that don’t surge an immediate reaction from him, because if he’s mad, he’s mad.

He’s the venomous type, forget his silence and self pity, he’ll probably laugh in your face in irritation and say whatever the fuck he thinks

He’ll retreat to his office as soon as he sees the hurt in your face, understanding he went to far and going back to he’s usual silence, ending up giving you the silence treatment. (he also feels incredibly ashamed) (he’ll just stay in his office all day, editing mindlessly since his mind is anywhere but in the work he’s doing)

He’ll either leave you alone in bed that day, making you sulk and feel as lonely as ever, or will sleep with you but it’ll be the coldest shit ever (like the typical movie scene where two people sleep super afar from each other)

Don’t misunderstand tho, he does feel guilty, he just struggles with communicating his feelings properly (*´ー｀*)

“(Name) I’m not a child, stop acting like you are my fucking mom” he spat, a look of indignation spreading on his features, shaping his otherwise gentle appearance into a strong, furious one.

“Cant you understand that I’m worried about you?” you strike back, jaw impossibly tightened “I understand that you’re very dedicated to your job, but you can’t get yourself to this state.” You sigh, not able to keep up the mad act: “You look very tired Alex”.

You take a tentative step towards him, determined to show him you weren’t scolding him, nor were you mad at him. You were trying to establish contact with him, not start a fight, after all your irritation came from worry, not anger. But he didn’t receive that well. His brows scrunching even further while his mouth twitches downwards.

“Stop acting like I’m some fucking rabid animal. I can take care of myself just fine, I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.

Seems that wasn’t the right move.

The way he was saying your name was probably what hurt the most. You find yourself missing the gentle tone he usually reserved to it when spoken.

“What are you even saying?” you breathe out, your voice being so fragile you almost don’t recognize it as your own. “Do you hear what you are saying? You are being impossible Alex”.

At this point his foot is stomping nervously on the floor. He’s getting annoyed by the minute and he can’t wait to forget about this tense situation. Arguments always put him on edge, but instead of working on the root cause of his discomfort, he always had preferred to just get himself out of the mess as soon as possible. (He hadn’t yet grasped how much that could hurt others). And that’s why, out of everything he could’ve gone, he replied with the one of the most uncalled for things he could ever come up with.

“Maybe instead of worrying about me, you should take a good look at yourself first”.

And you know what he was trying to entail.

You were never insecure of your dark circles, or at least, it wasn’t something that bugged you on the daily ever since you had found a common ground with Alex, knowing he struggled with very prominent circles cause of his lack of sleep. But for someone like him, who always had a hard time with his appearance, to clap back at you by going for your looks? Foul. Unexpected. Not like him at all.

You were sure he could tell from the look of disbelief on your face that he had fucked up.

Alex’s breathing keeps up, his chest constricts, and the anger and the pride that he has wearing like a tailored suit are stripped out of him at the sight of your frown. His mind goes haywire trying to come up with any response.

Maybe if you would’ve known him better by then, you would’ve known how terrified he was of your judgment. Even though his fame often had him deal with horrible comments filled with free hate, if judgement came from you, it scarred 100 times more than anything could ever do.

“Just leave it be, I’m fine” it’s all he mutters before booking it and hiding himself in his office, leaving you to stand there, in the middle of your living room.

Tears prickle your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment and your lip begs you for mercy as you bite into it.

God, why was communicating so difficult in this house?

LONG INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

It took time, it took healing, it took sitting down and TALKING to finally find your balance

He’s still pretty much venomous when it comes to immediate triggers, but after you are both done fighting and cursing each other out, you talk about it and come out of it somewhat unscathed

Anger isn’t easy to control or refrain after all, but you both try your best, and you are able to make up most of the times without falling into old dynamics of silent treatment or isolation

If something bugs him, he most likely will tell you; he is hesitant about it, but after many nights spent in your arms, he starts to let go on some of his biggest worries (anxiety still gnaws at his core every time he opens his mouth though, that doesn’t get old at all)

If something bugs you, he doesn’t shy away from confrontation anymore; he’s not perfect at it either, he still feels the urge to run away and laugh about it all, but he’s gotten way better at it

He’s still very scared of you having a negative opinion about him, but now you know him well enough to spend some extra time to reassure him that you won’t stop loving him for a petty fight, and that arguments in relationship are important to grow not only as a couple, but as people too

“(Name)” he calls out, and you instantly recognize the hint of anxiety that he’s trying to hide from you.

“Yes honey?” you reply, taking your eyes off your phone to stare into his pretty, brown ones. They screamed stress, fear, yet also determination. He did so much progress compared to the beginnings of your relationship. You were proud of him.

Alex took a deep breath before saying: “Uhm, It’s about the photo of us you posted earlier”. You could practically smell the tension in the air. His body is stiff, his chest is heaving, but your gaze is captured by his fingers and by how his nails are digging into them continuously, tearing his already red skin.

You take his hands in yours, preventing him from doing further damage to his poor, abused fingers. You knew he does it as a way to ground himself, but he really needed to find a new coping method - one that didn’t feature him torturing his body if possible.

He stares at his hands in yours for a while. You don’t say anything, allowing him to take his time.

“Okay fuck it” Alex whispers under his breath, so quietly you almost miss it.

“It makes me feel insecure, I don’t like it” he admits, keeping his focus on your hands as he munches his bottom lip nervously. You, in response, draw slow circles on his hands, offering him a gentle smile.

“Can you delete it..?” he sounds unsure, like he’s testing the waters instead of actually making a request. Either way you welcome it.

You put one of your fingers under his chin, gently applying pressure for him to lift his head, just enough to look at you. “Of course I can. Thank you for telling me Alex, I know it’s hard”. His once tense body relaxes.

He avoids your tender gaze, seemingly preferring to stare at the floor, yet you see the soft blush that was quickly taking over his cheeks. You also can’t help but notice that he already had found his charming smile back.

“Stop looking at me like that” he mumbles as his smile spreads. Uh oh, that can only mean trouble.

“Like what” your eyes narrow, not trusting his new found confidence.

“Like this”.

His imitation is pitiful: furrowed eyebrows, small frown and large puppy dog eyes. The more you look at him, the more he reminds you of that one emo guy that kind of looks like him (he definitely does). He looks ridiculous. How did you even fall in love with this dude?

You slap his arm, scoffing out a laugh as you look at him incredulous: “I don’t look like that!”.

“I think you do” he says with a smug tone, one that makes you want to hit him with a pillow till he goes back to sleep. And maybe you just will.

“Oh it’s on you motherf-“

The room was filled with laughter instead of unconfortable, loud silence.

(first post of 2024 yippiee)

[thegayloragenda]

I think my favorite part of being a Gaylor is we aren’t people-pleasing fiends. We are art appreciators. We are soul lovers. We are open minded creatives who love a queer little mystery. We’re fellow poets, not rabid spectators. We hold her accountable when it comes to politics and we hold her hand when we notice that she might need our support. Sure, we love a gay meet-cute and we have our own opinions about the muses, but we don’t really care what lips she’s calling home as much as we care about the poetry in her beautiful mind. It’s her art that matters most to us because she is telling OUR story and she is using OUR history to do it. To us, she’s not just singing about falling in love with some bad boy. To us, she’s singing about her life literally being in danger and her career being compromised if she ever exposes her truest self. We feel that because we’ve been there. It’s a pain so bone deep it never stops aching.

So all that to say: I am proud to be a girl kisser and I am proud to be part of this community, instead of trapped in a fucking one brain-celled cult. And Taylor, if you’re in here, just know that no matter what happens we see you and we are proud of you. You’re out to us and that’s all that matters (but boy it would be nice if you’d crush the dreams of these homophobes lol).

ANYWAY…Reblog if you’re proud to be a Gaylor 🏳️‍🌈🫶☀️��🐇💕🌈

[yokohamapound]

HEYYYY! When I tell you I pounce at every update. You’re legitimately my favorite Bungou stray dogs blog. Can I request Dazai and Fyodor with a famous s/o? I think it’s be interesting to see how they’d interact with it all 🫶🏾💕🦋✨

Thank you so much, lovely! I had so much fun writing these. I hope you enjoy!

Characters: Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu

Contents: gn! reader, possessive behaviour, Fyodor being a little shit

Fyodor Dostoevsky

This would be…interesting. I’m usually of the opinion that Fyodor would want to squirrel his s/o away and have them all to himself, away from all the corrupting influences of the world, but this is not necessarily a given. He’s more than capable of dating whomever he pleases, as long as he is in control of almost everything. 

It’s possible that he may have targeted you deliberately for a relationship, using you and your fame as a stepping stone in some scheme of his. While he certainly didn’t expect to catch feelings, he’s not going to admit failure on his part or deny himself something that he wants.

He’s extremely camera shy. Fyodor’s been involved with (and betrayed) most of the Gifted organisations and governments in the world, and he’s, y’know, a terrorist, so he can’t exactly show up on the red carpet on your arm. 

This doesn’t necessarily set off alarm bells in your mind. As far as you know, he’s some Russian tech genius who just doesn’t want his identity made public. He’s not the celebrity couple type. You’re more than willing to put up with this if it means you get to spend time with those violet eyes and cunning hands. 

Your fans are a little obsessed with finding out who your lover is, and there’s a paparazzi who are on the hunt to get a photo of him and flog the picture for big bucks. But there’s only been a few sightings of him, and never anything concrete:

A pale hand reaching out of the limousine to take your hand after you’re leaving an event. 

Someone in a dark coat standing next to you, though you can’t see their face. 

A photo of you having dinner with a dark-haired man, shot from behind so no one can see the man’s face. 

Fyodor’s a master at covering his tracks, whether in real life or digitally, so he’ll remain your phantom boyfriend. I think he leaves these little breadcrumbs out in the world, when he could easily erase them, because he likes your fans knowing that you’re not theirs, you’re his.

The online trolls that will be present on any famous person’s social media should beware Fyodor’s wrath. He’s cold, calculated, and amoral, and he won’t hesitate to retaliate in petty, yet devastating ways, like ruining their credit, framing them for a crime, or even just airing their dirty laundry to all their friends and family. The best part? They won’t even know who or why it happened. But it happens enough that you get a reputation for having a scary fanbase. 

In reality, it’s all just one man who dabbles in cyber-crime as a hobby. Heh.

If you’re in movies, TV, or singing duets where you have to pretend to be with someone else, he won’t act crazy jealous. That’s far too brutish. But you will notice an uptick in his possessive behaviour. He always has a hand on you in one way or another, paying more attention to you, etc. Anything to bring your attention back to where it belongs: on him. 

If you ever ask him outright if he’s bothered by you being famous, he retorts:

“No, my dear. It amuses me, to think of all those people looking at you, crying out for your love and attention, wanting to be you. And at the end of the day, you come home to me. I have something that none of them ever will~”

Dazai Osamu 

At first, Dazai would probably have significant reservations about dating someone famous. A brief fling, sure, but a full relationship is something that’s gonna give him pause. He’d be that way with anyone, but even more so when you spend so much time in the limelight. 

He’s not worried about your rabid fans digging into his past and finding out about him being a Port Mafia executive. That shit is too well hidden for even the most determined netizen to find, thanks to Mushitaro’s Special Ability and Ango’s cover-up work. 

The simple fact is, Dazai’s a loner. 

You’ll see him interacting with the members of the Armed Detective Agency and seeming to be the life of the party at rare points, but if you pay close enough attention, you’ll notice he slips away a lot. Sometimes he’s gone from the office for a day or two. Once all the action is said and done, he’s vanished like a ghost when everyone is too busy celebrating. Being around other people is exhausting for him. If his character is anything like the main protagonist of No Longer Human, it’s because he spends so much time playing the clown and wearing a mask. Other people are difficult for him to interact with.

Being on the arm of someone famous brings a lot of attention his way. Sure, he smiles and laughs about all the guys and girls suddenly swarming into his DMs, trying to get his attention. (More than usual, that is.) But he won’t enjoy it if he can’t go anywhere without being mobbed, or if people expect him to be on TV with you. 

His good looks will get him a lot of modelling and movie role offers, most of which he’ll turn down. The only ones he accepts are for…malicious reasons. 

“Dazai, you’ve turned down every single offer that comes your way. Why’d you take that hair care one?”

“Oh, that’s very simple, bella. It’s because I knew they’d paste it all over that billboard that faces Chuuya’s penthouse windows. Now he has to look at my face every single day.”

“You’re evil.”

Dazai’s not the jealous type, really, so it won’t bother him in the slightest when the gossip rags publish lies about you flirting with this or that J-Pop star, or when your fans profess their love to you. He’ll pretend to be jealous sometimes, but that’s only because he wants to be dramatic and have you baby him.

He gets a lot of his own fans, even though he doesn’t really want them. It doesn’t stop him from dialling up the charm and sending them swooning, just for shits and giggles. Mostly, he’s sly enough to avoid them. 

They figure out where he works and turn up to the office, much to Kunikida’s chagrin. 

[lipglossanon]

hi ☺

The different leon troupes favourite positions to rail you in? 😋

Asking for stepbro leon (obviously), subby stepbro leon, puppy leon and roomate leon.

Roomate leon is underrated asf i really like him to!

Lotsa love 💕

Neo hiiii 👋 👋

Ahhh 🙈 roommate Leon is really underrated for real 😜 but I hope you enjoy these

18+ MDNI below the cut 👇

Stepbro:

He goes through phases of fave positions

But his go to is doggy 🤭

He just really likes to be able to fuck you hard and fast this way, gripping your neck to hold you down

Or wrapping his bicep around your neck and squeezing 🥵

And this way he can also spank your ass easily 🫣

As well as make you fuck back on him which he loves to make you do if you’ve been bratty 😵‍💫

Subby stepbro:

Mating press all day every day 👏 👏

His breeding kink is astronomical but he’ll never act on it unless you give him permission 🤭

And once he has the okay, he’s rabid with it

Constant dirty talk that’s half gibberish and half praise as he folds you in half

Loves to spit down on your pussy before bullying his cock inside

Fucks you so hard you’re pretty sure you’re going to need a new bed 🥴

Puppy:

I feel like he’s similar to subby stepbro in that he has a breeding kink

But he really likes missionary funnily enough 😝

He loves being able to lick into your mouth and drooling all over your tits

Uses all his weight to pin you to the mattress so he can really rut his cock in deep

Loves to praise you once you’re knotted, telling you what a perfect fit your pussy is and how he’s going to keep you full of his cum 🥴

Roommate:

Isn’t picky but really really likes when you’re on top

So much easier for him to play with your tits and pinch your nipples

As well as stuff his fingers into your mouth and making you drool every where

This position also lets you choose how fast and deep you want it until you’re tired

Then he’s fucking up into your cunt how he likes and making you take it by holding your hips in place 🤭

[pixeldemonia]

MHA heroic animals: Bakudog & Kurobat

Katsuki is a rabid chihuahua and I am a bat 🐾

I wanted to do this for months but just got the courage to try it yesterday, it's my second attempt at drawing in bones art style, it feels kinda weird cause it's so simple compared to my usual coloring styles but I'm happy enough with the result 💕

[justabigoldnerd]

It's WIP Wednesday, folks!! And I'm trying to hold myself accountable and get some progress done on my seemingly endless WIP pile 😅 So here's one inspired by a Tumblr post I saw and a conversation in the TMFU Discord Server 💕

No pressure tagging @huggiebird @happybean17 @falling-into-peril @heytheredeann @pippinoftheshire

@bighandsforabigheart @kcscribbler @mybelovedillya @cha-melodius @the-golden-comet

@thattripleabattery @too-young-to-fall-in-love @times-up-alone-tonight @vnyu73 @nicijones

@prettyboynapoleonsolo

And an Open Tag for anyone else who wants to join!! 💕💕💕

⚠️🌶Slight NSFW🌶⚠️ So I'll put it under the cut 💕

From what is titled in my Google Docs as "Knife-poleon Solo" LMAO

A hitch of breath. Air caught in the back of his throat. Usually, a normal response to the pain of cold metal piercing the torn flesh of one's shoulder. Except, there's an odd fluttering sensation in the pit of Solo's stomach, even before Illya pauses to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. Solo squeezes back and closes his eyes with a curt nod, a signal to continue. Illya has shockingly steady hands when it comes to intricate things like this. Solo had watched his lover tinker with tiny electronics, fix broken tech, defuse fragile bombs. But it wasn't until the first time Illya had sewn him up that Solo realized the extent of his fine motor skills. Despite the nerve damage, despite the psychosis that made him tremble, Solo is convinced the man could've been a neurosurgeon, given the opportunity. Illya deftly secures the first stitch and threads the needle through tender skin once again with practiced ease. This second suture coaxes a strained groan from deep in Solo's chest, but it sounds….odd. His face feels flushed and he makes a fist in the fabric of his slacks with his good arm, trying to hold still. Had infection already set in? Unlikely. The wound is still fresh, only an hour or so old, and he'd flushed it with saline while Illya readied the suture kit. Solo fights the urge to squirm, focusing his attention on the electricity buzzing under his skin where Illya touches him, and on figuring out what exactly is happening to him. The third pass of the curved needle draws a higher pitched gasp from him; a lewd sound more fit for the bedroom. Illya freezes in place, searching Solo's eyes with blatant concern. Solo's heart is caught in his throat as he holds eye contact with him, its pace rabid. There's something so goddamned addicting about the way Illya traps him with his glacial gaze, the way someone else's blood smears his lover's face, the piercing pain of the needle in Illya's hand. Wait. Solo shifts his weight experimentally on the wooden chair he's in across from Illya, and he's too caught up in the shock of his arousal to stop the choked moan that the brush of fabric elicits. For about five seconds, Illya and Solo are caught in a staring contest of confusion, their eyes locked on each other's and not moving a muscle. Then it clicks. And judging by the exasperated look on Illya's face, it clicks for him at the exact same moment. Illya breaks the tense silence by looking away with a sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Bozhe moi,” he grumbles, cheeks turning to roses, “This is going to cause problems.” Solo huffs a laugh. He barely winces at the half-finished suture job, “Now who's fault would that be?”

Hehehehheeh 😈🌶

Also, the Tumblr Post in Question:

[tortoisebore]

now that hey sharpshooter is complete...do you have any snippets or bits of the fic that didn't make it in that you would be willing to share?!

i have sooo many little deleted scenes in various phases of completion/coherence!! i’ll share them as i find them in the old drafts under this “deleted scenes” tag 💕

this one was set like a week after the end of chapter 7, when they’re all hanging out as a group for the first time since remus & sirius got together. she’s not polished or perfect by any means & i don’t really feel like editing/fixing these little deleted bits, but i hope u enjoy 🫶

Of all the places they could have gathered for weekly drinks, Sirius thought that his and James’ apartment was potentially the worst option on earth.

Remnants of the Halloween party two weekends ago were still strewn about the place—wayward confetti and candy wrappers and abandoned plastic cups sat scattered around the house, and their liquor supply hadn’t been even close to replenished yet, but alas, here they were. He and James had tried their best to create some semblance of order in the two hours they’d been given to prepare for guests, but they truly would have been dead in the water if not for Remus and Peter offering to arrive early to help move furniture back into place.

Luckily, Sirius had been so thrown for a loop with all the last-minute supercleaning that he hadn’t had time to freak out about the fact that it was both Remus’ first time over and their first group outing (or inning, he supposed) since becoming an item, which he definitely would have been doing if he’d been granted even a few minutes of silence to sit and think about it. It didn’t hit him until he opened the door after a soft, rhythmic knock and found Remus on his doorstep, donned in a particularly cozy-looking dark green sweater and that orangey brown corduroy jacket he was beginning to love, smiling brightly and tacking on a precious little “hi” that nearly made Sirius honest to god giggle.

He wasn’t allowed much time to swoon (or freak out, or maybe a rabid combination of both) before James whisked them both off to the living room and set them to work in separate corners—Remus helping unstack their armchairs from a leaning tower by the hall and Sirius fishing wayward candy wrappers from behind the TV with Pete.

Before long, it turned more into Peter worming around on the floor for trash and Sirius leaning against the wall idly, holding a bag out haphazardly and gawking across the room. Really, he shouldn’t have been expected to be productive when Remus looked like that—all soft and cozy and particularly cute with a bit of a flush on his cheeks as he and James dragged the living room furniture back into place.

“Wow, thanks so much for your help, Sirius,” Peter droned after a while, emerging from the ground with a handful of what looked like tinsel and confetti. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Sirius hummed absently and held out the trash bag. “Oh, yeah—you’re welcome, Petey, of course.”

Peter rolled his eyes and seemed on the verge of a biting comeback when James clapped across the room and interrupted.

“Well gentlemen, I think we’ve done it,” he exclaimed, grabbing at Remus’ shoulder and jostling it good-naturedly. “First round’s on me for your efforts.”

“Every round is on you, Jamie,” Sirius pointed out. “And me, if we’re being technical.”

James waved him off. “The sentiment stands. Pete—before I forget, you left all your chef shit here on Halloween.”

“Oh! I need that for class next week!” Peter gasped, and then they were scurrying off down the hall.

Once they were alone, Sirius met Remus’ eyes across the room. It was quiet for a warm, charged moment. This part still felt a bit terrifying—knowing that Remus could read him like a book, that every ounce of the bright, giddy fondness in his chest was all over his face and that he didn’t need to hide it anymore. Learning to be comfortable beneath Remus’ gaze was one thing, but learning to be comfortable being so seen, so deeply, thoroughly found out, was taking longer than he’d hoped.

The tension broke when Remus bit back a sweet little smile, nodded vaguely in the direction of the couch, and, as usual, Sirius was putty in his hands.

His stomach flipped as he pushed off the wall, gave an expectant little raise of his brows and twirled a finger in the air. “So? What do you think?” he asked, gravitating slowly in Remus’ direction as he perched on the arm of the sofa.

Remus crossed his arms and took a wide look around the room. “It’s alright,” he shrugged, but the smile pulling at his lips was soft, and something soft beneath Sirius’ ribs tugged.

He closed the distance between them, stood in the space between Remus’ legs and traced a finger up the collar of his sweater, giving into that ever-present desire to be closer, closer, closer. Remus’ fingers found his hips and pulled him in, a wayward hand wandering up to tug at his chin and pull him down for a kiss, then two, then three.

Sirius hummed appreciatively, pulling back just enough to speak. “I have a sneaking suspicion that this sort of behavior is going to get us clowned by our friends all night,” he whispered conspiratorially.

“Why’s that?”

Sirius tilted his head to the side in thought. “Because they’re horrible, evil monsters?”

“Sure,” Remus gave him, then narrowed his eyes. “Or maybe because we deserve to be bullied for making them put up with us for the last few months?”

Sirius bit back a smile. “Maybe.”

A sweet sort of silence settled in between them, broken only by the sound of James and Peter going back and forth in the other room. Sirius let himself settle in, threw an arm around Remus’ shoulders and let the other wind around one of the curls behind his ear, delighting in the barely-there flush of his cheeks and the subtle darkening of his eyes in the dingy light of the living room. This was all still so very new, so exhilarating to be able to touch him like this, to be close enough to catch every minute expression that flickered across his face, to feel his heartbeat kick and skip beneath his hands.

“Hi,” he offered after a moment.

“Hi,” Remus returned easily. “You look nice, by the way.”

Sirius snorted a laugh. “I’m wearing a giant t-shirt.”

Remus’ shoulder jumped up as he gave him a good, solid once-over. “Yeah. And you look nice.”

Sirius tugged lightly at his earlobe in retaliation. “Speaking of—where on earth have you been hiding this absolute gem of a sweater?”

He glanced down confusedly. “My closet?”

“Oh, I’m afraid I’m going to need full and unrestricted access to that room,” Sirius sighed gravely. He let his thumb trail down the soft, thick collar of the sweater, brushed it lightly against the delightfully warm skin of Remus’ neck as he swallowed.

“And by full, unrestricted access, do you mean permission to take whatever you want?” he asked after a moment, fingers twitching against Sirius’ hip absently.

Sirius tutted. “No, of course not. I’m thinking of you, see—it’s in your best interest to pull things like this out more frequently.”

“How so?”

“Because,” Sirius whispered conspiratorially, “I’m going to have a very, very difficult time keeping my hands off of you in this color. Really, Remus—it’s a crime that I haven’t seen this before now.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he smiled, shook his head exasperatedly and pulled Sirius in by the chin again, kissed him once, twice, and lingered close.

Sirius took a moment to commit him to memory—the green sweater, the flicker of his pulse against his palm, the pink flush highlighting the faded freckles dusted across his cheekbones and the way the light hit his eyes, danced across the rings of amber in the middle and made them glow.

“When do you leave tomorrow?” he asked eventually. It took Remus a hot second to absorb the question, eyes flicking back up from where they’d been parked somewhere near Sirius’ mouth.

“The bus leaves for Connecticut at ten,” he answered distractedly. Sirius felt sneaky, wayward fingers tripping up his back beneath his oversized, worn t-shirt, tracing figure eights to the dip of his spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Sirius hummed. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

Remus’ lips pulled up in a smile, and he’d just begun nodding eagerly when a gasp from the hall broke them out of the moment.

“Aww,” James cooed exaggeratedly as he crossed the room to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway to wipe away a plethora of fake tears. “Look how sweet you two are!”

Sirius threw him the finger and rolled his eyes, fixing Remus with a pointed “told you,” and extracting himself reluctantly from his arms. There’d be plenty of time for that later, he thought—precious, uninterrupted time to do as much staring and giggling and whispering as they wanted.

It became very immediately apparent that whatever level of teasing Sirius had been expecting was a gross underestimate.

“One time, at the library—” Dorcas gushed over her empty cup soon after arriving, reaching out to grasp Lily’s shoulder from an armchair next to the couch and just barely avoiding tipping over the bottle of cheap wine Pete had left on the end table. “We all met up to work on that essay, remember? And I mentioned Sirius’ name once—” she held up a finger exaggeratedly, “one singular time, and Remus nearly bolted from the building. Like, fully, truly went mute and tried to sprint out of the room because I said his name once.”

“No,” Remus huffed from his spot next to Sirius on the couch, crossing his arms indignantly and attempting to hide what Sirius considered a frankly adorable blush. “That is absolutely not what happened. You lured me there under the guise of needing help on your papers and then you both ganged up on me. It was an ambush.”

“Oh, he was so nervous,” Lily laughed like he hadn’t spoken at all. “Poor little guy. I almost felt bad.”

“Wait, I’ve got one! What about that night at the bar in Brighton a few weeks ago?” Marlene chimed. She pointed an accusing finger at Sirius across the coffee table. “You stared at him like a maniac and then threw a hissy fit when I tried to talk to you about it!”

“It was not a hissy fit—”

“‘Oh Marls, I think I really like him,’” she mocked in a high voice, bringing her hands to her cheeks in an exaggerated pout. “‘He’s so cute, he’s so nice, he’s everything!’”

“I did not say any of that—”

“You really did do a lot of staring,” James added. He’d been tipsy for quite some time, and somewhere beneath the slight fog in his own head, Sirius had the good sense to be a bit scared of what he might say.

“Jamie,” he warned.

“No, no—you really did!” James continued obliviously. Sirius clenched his fingers around his empty glass, ready to pounce should he try anything too humiliating. “You were so weird at the beginning, I thought you wanted to fucking kill the guy and then bam—it hit me…” He held up his hands, looking up at the ceiling in awe. “You weren’t being an asshole because you hated him, you were being an asshole because you liked him!”

“I think we should leave, actually,” Sirius said, tugging at Remus’ arm. “Now’s a great time to leave—”

“Wait, wait,” Remus pulled him back. “I want to hear this one.”

“No, no—Jamie, please—”

“We had a whole fight about it, Remus,” James implored, leaning forward in his chair and attempting to straighten his glasses. “When you first came to Lil’s for drinks that one time, I had to drag that idiot into the kitchen and threaten to tell you he liked you myself if he didn’t straighten himself out.”

“I can’t fucking do this,” Sirius grumbled, sinking down into the couch and flinging his arms over his face. “I’m done, I’m dead, I can’t.”

“Shh,” Remus shushed him—the traitor—nudging his side pointedly.

“And then,” James continued, the big bumbling idiot, “he gives me all this grief—pouts and whines about it, and then he goes out and talks to you for twenty minutes and comes back inside giggling and kicking his feet. Twenty minutes—that’s all it took. Really, I take credit for this,” he gestured between them. “If I hadn’t told you to play nice, you’d still be doing the old cold shoulder thing.”

“They probably would have managed it a lot sooner if you hadn’t intervened that time at that little ice rink, James,” Lily scolded good naturedly, and they were off on a tangent again.

Sirius hoped James’ little anecdote wouldn’t worm itself too deeply into Remus’ lovely, tipsy brain, and when the group eventually stopped teasing the two of them and the night continued on without a hitch, he thought he was in the clear. But later, after everyone had left and they’d retreated to Sirius’ room, while Remus was having a little snoop around and Sirius was watching from the bed, he brought it up again.

“Hey,” he said out of the blue, leaning back against the desk where he’d been observing the photos on the wall, “Were you actually being weird with me when we first met because you liked me?”

Sirius groaned, threw himself back onto the bed and covered his eyes. “No, please. Don’t do this—”

“You told me on Halloween that you were nervous.”

“I was!”

“But were you nervous because you liked me?”

Sirius peeked out between his fingers and found Remus smiling, a smug, teasing little thing that made something deep in his gut kick in interest. He huffed indignantly and sat up, staring at the ceiling in protest.

“I was…” he started, searching his brain for the right word, “intriguing by you. I thought you were adorable—fucking sue me.”

Remus ducked his head and laughed, and despite all his pouting, Sirius smiled reluctantly.

“Well,” he sighed, pushed off of the desk and moseyed across the room leisurely. He stopped at the foot of the bed, held his hands out and hauled Sirius up when he took them, lacing their fingers together and swinging them idly. “To be honest, that makes me feel a lot better.”

“Why?”

“I really did think you hated me,” he said, shaking his head fondly. “Like really, really hated me. I thought our mutual interest in ABBA was what changed your mind.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “ABBA did not change anything.” He bit at the inside of his lip, watched a sweet little smile tug at the corner of Remus’ mouth and felt his heart skip in his chest. “I liked you before that, and I liked you even more after that.”

“So ABBA did save me,” Remus grinned, and god, Sirius adored him so much he sort of felt like he was choking on it, so he reached up, threw his arms around his shoulders and held on tight.

“No, ABBA saved me,” he urged, pressed a kiss to Remus’ jaw and suppressed a shiver at the feel of fingers trailing up his spine. “I had no fucking idea how to talk to you—you really threw me off there for a second.”

“How?” Remus laughed. “How the hell did I throw you off your game that bad?”

“You were so cute,” Sirius gushed, pulling back just enough to pout at him. “I didn’t know what to do!”

“How do you think I felt?” Remus urged amusedly. “It’s a miracle I’ve been able to get more than three words out of my mouth the entire time I’ve known you.”

Sirius sighed, melted into Remus’ arms and pressed the side of his face to his chest. “We were idiots, weren’t we?”

“Yeah,” Remus sighed. He tightened his hold on his waist, looped his arms around his back and nuzzled into his hair. “I think we really were.”

“At least we sort of have our shit together now, right?”

“Sort of,” Remus agreed. “Maybe not completely, but better than we did then.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

Evil Queen x Fem!AFAB!Reader ll Drabble

Plot: 💋💋💋 Hilda in the 🛁🛁🛁 at 🌓🌓🌓. Also some 💕💕💕.

Warnings: Graphic makin' out naked in the tub. That's it.

Tagging: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , @ryantryan6969 and @spookiifi . Hey guys! I hope y'all like it and have a wonderful day ^^ 😅💜💜💜

Water sloshed out the sides but you barely even noticed, settling down in your fair queen's lap and connecting your lips. Your legs hang over her hips and interlock at the ankles around her back, and you feel encompassed by soft soft skin- you think if God truly thinks that there is something wrong with this, then you and the Devil may get along after all.

Hilda's sharp fingernails graze up your body, leaving gentle trails of water and her touch along your skin until she finds your hair clip. After slipping it out of your hair, letting it loose from the tight bun it was in so it falls softly over your shoulders and your back, just the tips becoming wet from the water, she discards the thing over the side of the bath. It makes a light clatter on the stone floor but you're far too preoccupied to think about it. To care.

The warm water envelopes you, filling in all the empty places, and her lips are so soft. You're barely kissing yet, just brushing against each other, but you know your lady; And this wont be enough for her, not for long.

"Its been a long week, pet... I don't have the patience to offer for your teasing that I usually do... "

From under heavy eyelids, Hilda gives you a heated look that's needful and threatening in equal measure and her fingers that have made their way back down under the depths- squeeze and scrape against your sides, drawing you into her. A gasp slips out of you from the pain (Or did you fake it? Give her an opportunity?), and she finally seals her lips with yours and slips her tongue into your mouth.

No pretenses. Hilda doesn't hold anything back, ever. And you are in no position to deny her, the heat in the pit of your belly growing so much hotter and the knot tightening exponentially as you feel her taste you; Tilting your head and parting your lips further for her. You moan and you try to fight her, taste her back, make her just as much a mess as she so damn effortlessly makes you. But she just takes, and takes. Whatever you give, she swallows down, tasting every part of your mouth that she can find. Her tongue isn't nearly as purposeful as the rest of her, it runs completely on instinct, but that's all-the-more endearing to you. She knows what she wants (You, its always you) and she's fervent in stealing it. Making you give it. After all, she's a queen... if she wants it, it already belongs to her.

Including you; You belong to her. You're fine with that.

Continuing to feel her lips and lick her tongue, you cant help yourself from reaching between you both to cup your hands around her chest; Perfectly round handfuls, and you feel obscene- but you just want to feel them. So heavy, you love to squeeze them and rub her soft nipples with your thumbs.

That makes her even more rabid for you, too. She raises her neck off the lip of the tub in order to crash her lips even more firmly against you, the feeling of your self-indulgent hands on her tits spurring her on. She wants you. She so, completely, unadulteratedly wants you.

And god, god, god (Satan, satan, satan)- you need her, damnit. With her breasts in your palms for you to kneed and feel and gently squeeze, and her core sitting tantalisingly against yours (wet in more ways then just the one), and the whole room lit up by candles around you both... you feel starving. Desperate. Aching for something apparently unholy, that only she can provide.

And she has to provide it right now. You need it as soon as possible. The little demon in you is impatient and crude and insatiable.

... But you'll force it quiet, mash it down, curb its screeching. You want this to last.

This is the best feeling in your twenty summers and you wont see it off so quick as that little bastard deep inside you wants to feed.

Your kisses have become languid, now, boiling hot and all-tongue. You're a moaning mess in her mouth and the knot feels like it is completely ablaze inside you. Meanwhile Hilda has the situation completely under control; She has you by the tongue and by the skin of your thighs under her misleadingly dainty-looking, strong fingers (Little-known fact about your fair lady; Years of piano have made her fingers tough like rope. You love to hold them when you're alone... when she's not gripping you, like this), and she's taking,.. taking,.. taking.

You're a weak, moaning creature draped over her lap and she loves it. She begins to smirk against your mouth, when suddenly- one of those hands snaps around your throat and you stop kissing.

It takes you a moment to come back from heaven (Or was it hell? You're all turned around. Is Hilda an angel or a devil?), but when you do (Eyes cracking open again hesitantly, to see her vibrant green ones glaring at you- you don't think she knows how to look at someone in another way. You don't mind it; You like it.) you feel a rush of heat race straight to your core. The water in this bath has to be at least part you, at this point.

The look on her face is completely sinful (So she's a devil, then. ... You find you don't care nearly as much as you should. Or, at all), contemplative and mischievous. Its the look she takes when she's gazing over her maps, taking in her land; And deciding what to do with it. How to manipulate it for her gain.

"Mm... yes... "With a thoughtful look in her poisonous green eyes, Hilda raises her chin. "That should have done it... "

Blinking, still half-lost, you look at her in confusion. "... What?"

"I'm sure you're fully ready for me now, is all my pet." She smirks, and as her hand under the water slides against your hard slit your eyes light up immediately with realisation; Your hips buck the tiniest bit, too. "Of course, I was right... little whore... "

As her fingers sink slowly, deep into your heat, your mouth falls open and she watches your reactions like a snake; A predator underneath all those lotions and lip tints.

A very fair predator, that you're totally in love with.

[thesmpisonfire]

My (for now) final letter to qsmp and qsmpblr 💕🎉

NO IM NOT LEAVING THE FANDOM I just made so many of these that I think I can make this one to wrap up everything until the qsmp comes back <3

I gotta say. Wow. Some of you tagged me in your posts and i felt. Genuinely so happy that silly old me could actually make such an impression on yall. That my manic rambling and quick put together language day could do such an impact. I never thought it would make such a big impact as it did

I've said a lot of stuff a lot of times, but I always feel the need to repeat once again. Thank you for embracing my culture so warmly and earnestly. Thanks for loving our ccs just as yall already loved yours. Thanks to everyone that sent me asks and interacted and clapped me along for my craziness

How yall indulged me with my celltw and felpac ramblings, with my crazy theories and even rabid behavior during purgatory. Thanks, qsmpblr, for every single time yall helped me when I needed a friend

Some of you know me since the dsmp era, and then slowing down after it ended to then come back full swing during qsmp. This will probably be what happens again. But that doesn't mean I stopped loving the server or am not a fan anymore!!

The qsmp changed me, made me feel prouder than ever about my country and my language and gave me such confidence about it. It was here during the worst year of my life and gave me something to look for after every shitty day in college. Being in this fandom made me meet so many amazing people that are friends to me right now, made me regain my love for writing and making theories

Thanks for everything, QSMP and QSMPblr. I love all of you

[charliemwrites]

Found you while searching for more nikto content and devoured your writing in the span of a night. Oh my goooodddd, i wanna marry your brain your fics are so gorgeous

Been feeling like a teenage girl again, im so flustered by how much i loved reading everything. My poor neighbors must have heard me squeal just about two dozen times 😭

Your nikto fics are by far my favorite, oh my fucking lord do i YEARN for commandments nikto, how soft and devoted he is ahshsjs. And the feral nikto versions you have? Fucking hell if unfamiliar doesnt get my brain spinning.

Couldnt stop reading your writing for the life of me, and have uncovered a love for other characters that i was previously lukewarm on. Like, your krüger?? What a little shit, i just want to knock him a peg down (affectionately)

Your könig is fucking incredible, by the way. Him with ragdoll reader? The definition of heartwarming. His awkward loser self is soooo endearing and funny as hell too. And him in maw? Perfection! Him and guy also reminded me soooo hard of dave and jackson on tiktok, which is hilarious to think about lol

Anyways, i just wanted to let you know how much i adore your work. Especially your readers! Theyre always such interesting personalities! Weirdo and rabid reader have my whole ass heart, and the competence of assistant reader gives me genuine heart eyes agahshsjsvs

*incoherent screeching*

Hi hi hi!!!! Thank you so much, you got me twirling my feet and kicking my hair 😍😍 I’m so glad you enjoy my writing (and my sweet precious meow meow Nikto who’s never done anything wrong ever)

The more I write Krueger, the more I like him as well, bastard that he is 😅 so I’m thrilled to know you’re warming up to him as well.

But seriously, thank you for coming by to let me know you enjoy my work so much 💕💕 all my love 💕💕