#I might cry this is so bad ffs

[importanthingsthatiforget]

You were pacing back and forth, your mind was in complete turmoil. Your heart It didn't even seem to exist, you only felt a great tightness in your chest, as if something had pulled it in and was now trying to suck out what was left of you. Your breathing started to become labored because of this feeling. You put your hand on your chest trying to control your breathing, maybe it would stop the urge to cry.

What was happening? Even you couldn't explain it properly. Everything was fine, we were fine, and now we are starting to fall apart over nothing.

They sat down on the floor with his back resting against the bed. Warm tears fell slowly down your face until they met your chin and dripped down your face until you finally dried them with your hands.

"I need someone" You thought "Anyone, please." You begged.

As if some great force of the universe heard your cries, he finally entered the room. He seemed to be searching for you like a madman, he seemed worried that you had disappeared out of nowhere. Slowly, he came to meet you and knelt down so as not to make you more uncomfortable.

Two warm pairs of hands went to meet your tear-soaked face, probably your eyes were already getting swollen. He didn't care about your sniffles, the sobs, and how you tried to apologize and explain why you were feeling this way even though you didn't know why.

- "Shhh, it's okay, mi corazón." His hands went down to your arms, stroking them to calm you down. He pulled you to lie against his chest. "You can cry all you want, tell me about it later. Just breathe, you'll be fine in the end."

And with that, you spent most of the time crying against his chest. Miguel was very kind and always tried to understand these relapses you had sometimes. "Everything will be okay, you're going to be okay, I'm here, we're here, I'm going to stay here until you get better, don't you worry." He would say and everything he told you seemed to come out of the bottom of his heart, because it was, it was all real, it was an oath.

[tragicallystraight]

I don't think live action adaptation are bad.

BUT

The wardrobe/costume manage or designer or whatever that position is called just sucks. As in how in the world did you get this job.

Oh, you're costumes in movie x where amazing? Well listen here bitch, this isn't an original and is actually based on something!

There are people out there - and I mean broke as bitches - that are cosplay legends. Actually bring the character to life ON A BUDGET AND YOU WITH YOUR $$$ BUDGET CANT DO THAT...

Don't hire the cosplays or even consider them for acting (like I get it, you want famous people, sure, whatever) BUT HIRE THEN FOR COSTUME/WARDROBE AND EVERYONE WILL BE HAPPY (if they're broke and can pull it off, imagine what they can do if they have a more flexible budget).

Please I'm begging you!

[immortalsins]

oughhhhhhhhhhh

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to you having a nightmare !

pairings: ot13 x reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

word count: 1.2k

cw: nightmares/bad dreams (if you couldn't tell from the title idk)

a/n: first time i've written any ff in a WHILE, hopefully i still got it in me (ᵕ •_• )

seungcheol - the second seungcheol wakes up to you curled into yourself while sniffling he instantly goes into dad mode. he'd immediately ask you what's wrong as he turns your body over to face him (if he wasn't already bear-hugging you in the first place). when you start tearing up again while trying to tell him about the nightmare, he feels his heartbreak and he wants to start crying, but in true seungcheol fashion, he puts on a brave face for you. he'll hug you tightly, reassuring you that he's right here and that he'll protect you from anything.

jeonghan - being the light sleeper he is, jeonghan is awake before you are, waking up to your quiet sobs. he shakes you gently, telling you to wake up and when you do, you're already being coddled by him. he'll ask you what your nightmare was about and try to persuade you into believing it was something dumb. not in a mocking or rude way, but just to make you laugh. like if you said a killer had held him hostage or something, he'd tell you that he could easily outsmart whoever it was; he's quite the manipulator after all.

joshua - joshua is worried the instant he wakes up to you poking him awake with teary eyes. he asks if you're hurt and he melts when you say you had a bad dream. he would wipe your tears away and stroke your hair gently before offering to watch an anime to help you forget about the nightmare. he watches horror movies a lot, so he tells you that you have nothing to be afraid of as you lay your head on his shoulder, the anime acting as white noise putting you to sleep.

jun - this man is PANICKED. sure he has a younger brother, but he totally blanks out whenever it comes to you. he'd still do everything to comfort you though, just in a more unorganized, not-so-calm way. it's sort of like he's trying to take care of a baby that isn't his when it starts crying out of nowhere you know? finally, he lands on you and him sitting on the ground eating his stash of chinese snacks while he yaps and yaps to you. honestly it works, the spiciness in the chips and his voice effectively making you forget of the dream.

hoshi - at first hoshi doesn't realize what's happening, still dazed from the sudden wake up call, but when he does realize what happened he's ON it. he might just be scaring you more than the nightmare itself, stomping around the house with you in hand, demanding whatever monster that scared you to come out because this black belt tiger ain't scared! it's really cute though, and all of the sudden you're really thankful to have a boyfriend who believes he's an animal.

wonwoo - soooo wonwoo is actually sitting on his computer playing league of legends whenever you have your nightmare which makes you more terrified, waking up to an empty bed. you tip-toe around the house till you find him quietly cursing at his dumb support. you tap him on the shoulder and when he turns around to see you puffy-eyed, he drops everything he's doing. so what if his whole team reports him for being afk? all he cares about is you. when you explain what happened, he apologizes for not being there with you when you woke up, offering to make it up to you through many hugs and kisses.

woozi - woozi is also not in bed when you wake up, busy working on some songs for the next album at the studio. but you're still his biggest priority; he practically sprints back home whenever you call him, asking him to come home in a shaky voice. he's quick to hug you whenever he sees you waiting for him on the couch. he'll ask you what's wrong while holding you to his chest- you can hear his heart beating a million times per minute because that's just how fast he ran (or maybe because he's super worried about you). either way, he'll hum you one of his songs to calm you down and maybe even play some guitar for you.

dk - this poor man is actually so so so sad when he sees you crying in bed. he'll hug you so tightly, asking you to tell him what happened. when you say it was because of a bad dream, he's almost in tears, but when you say the dream was about HIM? oh now he's bawling. the tables have turned because now YOU'RE the one comforting him. it's endearing nonetheless, the thought you possibly crying over him has him sobbing. you two just end up holding onto each other with you both teary-eyed.

mingyu - mingyu's got you caged in his arms the instant he wakes up. he doesn't even know about the nightmare- it's literally just out of instinct. but when he notices the tear streaks on your face, he uses it as an excuse to hug you even tighter. he doesn't ask about what happened because honestly, he's a little scared to know. he just kisses your forehead while telling you that you're okay. later, he'll offer to make some food for you and eat while you explain to him what happened.

the8 - minghao was already awake while you were having your nightmare. after multiple unsuccessful attempts to wake you, he decides to prepare for when you do. he brews some tea and lays down a blanket in the living room, setting up a makeshift tea ceremony. he's by your side as soon as you wake up, ready to hold you. he immediately grounds you, whispering in your ear that everything is okay, no one can hurt you, and it's just him there with you. he holds your hand as he guides you to the living room, sitting you down and offering you some soothing tea.

seungkwan - seungkwan is actually upset when he wakes up to you in the living room crying, explaining that you didn't want to wake him up. he knows that he does NOT like to be disturbed in his sleep, but when it comes to you, he wouldn't mind being woken up every hour in the night. he kneels in front you, holding your face and reassuring you that your his number one priority while littering you with kisses. he pouts when you tell him about your nightmare and he vows to wack the ghost haunting your dreams with his badminton racket if he ever comes across it.

vernon - he's honestly taking care of you while half-asleep LOL. he doesn't say much, letting you cry into his chest as he strokes your hair and kisses your forehead. he kind of just says "it's ok" and "i'm here" over and over again, but it's enough for you to calm down. the fact that he's so calm about it helps too, his low voice luring you back to sleep.

dino - this is when dino's older brother switch turns on. he's making you hot chocolate while you stand next to him like a little kid watching their mom bake. he's constantly asking if you're okay while making it, looking over his shoulder often to make sure you're good. and when you're both done drinking the hot chocolate on the couch, he's wrapped around you, turning on some cheesy romance movie because he decides now’s the time to be romantic.

⤿ sorry if this is bad! i didn't realize how hard it would be to come up with 13 different reactions lolol, but hopefully i'll get better with time and if you see any grammar errors then uh... (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[6atals]

[제이크] 𝜗𝜚 ┈ your pussy so good, jake might throw up a set . . .

𝓌𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆!𝒿𝗮𝗸𝗲 ˖ 𝒻𝗲𝗺!𝓇𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 g. smut , nsfw , manhandling , skinship , established relationship , daddy kink , oral (f. rec) pwnp. 622WC ─── ℛ𝙀𝘼𝘿𝒾𝗡𝗚 𝓈𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗙 (coming soon ??) . 𓋜 . intimacy , pussy drunk ⟡ ⋆ not requested! not proofread! — reblog to become apart of the taglist ❤︎︎ my inbox is always open!

ℳ𝗶𝗿𝗮’𝘀 𝓃𝗼𝘁𝗲! 🗯️ . . . based off that one bruno mars song, i can’t get it out my head..

fat, juicy, and wet.

were the only three words jake needed to describe your tasty cunt. maybe, his stress reliever, his motivation to get through the day, nope. fat, juicy, and wet.

you knew jake was a madman when you two got into the bedroom, but something about today was different with jake.

“mm.. jakey..” you gripped onto his hair and looked down at him.

his tongue latched onto the nub of your clit hungrily, one hand keeping you pinned to the couch and the other one going higher to massage your breasts. you moaned out at the feeling of so many different feelings at a time. “goddamn mama.. this pussy is gonna be the death of me. could eat this pussy all day.” he moaned into your clit, closing his eyes as he embraced your cunt as if it were some prize he had worked for all week.

your legs clamped around his head, trying to get more friction. by now, he’s memorized all the parts that make you squirm whenever his tongue brushes across it. “had such a bad fucking— day today. fuck.. stupid fucking workers don’t know what they’re doing.. mmngh..missed this sweet pussy angel..”

jake groans into your sopping cunt about how, "can’t believe i had to wait all day for this little pussy.. fuck," pausing, simply to pull back and shoot at messy dime of spit right in between your folds. “was thinking about this fucking pussy all day. my fucking pussy.”

“daddy—please..”

the name falls right onto your lips, “daddy’s here baby. tell daddy what you want and he’ll give you it. you know daddy doesn’t like when you don’t speak.” he groaned softly into your sensitive bud, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs before sticking his tongue inside you. your back arches off the bed as you felt his tongue swirl specifically around your clit. “come on. answer me baby or i’ll stop.”

“o-oh fu—ck! wan you to eat me out until i.. cry..” you moaned out, your hands frantically trying to find something to grab as jake continued the abuse on your cunny.

"feels so fuckin- fuck, need more," you squeal as you deepen the arch of your back to get closer, your head naturally falling backwards. you were a blabbering mess.

the second you peer down and meet his gaze, he slips an obnoxiously long finger inside you, curling upwards to instantly find your sweet spot. over and over and over again, just to get that satisfying feeling of hearing you moan. all because of him. his lips never detaching from where he always insists they always belong. “such a greedy fucking girl. need more baby? need more of daddy’s tongue? beg for it, angel.”

“pl—ease daddy.. gonna.. gonna be so good for you.” you begged. the tip of his tongue hits that mushy spot that has your toes curling immediately— which doesn’t go unnoticed by jake, gaining a low chuckle from him.

he’s putting his lips back onto your swollen clit, slushing and slobbering his tongue against it as he pistons his digit deep inside you. “ff-fuuuckkk.. right there jakey! m’gonna- ah!”

“cum for me angel. you deserve it.” you moaned out before releasing all over his face. his chin covered in all your juices, his face remained with a proud “i did that” look as he pulled his digits out of you.

you sighed, closing your eyes shut. such an eager boy.

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[blythesarchives]

Logan being a brat tamer scratches my brain just right.

18+ MDNI | Dom/sub themes. 'P/t' is used for preferred title.

Logan is not exactly known for his patience, or to be pushed around.

He would absolutely put you in your damn place if he needed to. You think you can get away with being bratty? I don't think so.

If you so much as say 'no' or disobey him when he tells you to do something, you are over his knee and his hand is smacking your ass at least ten times. You don't realize how effective this method of punishment is until you realize his adamantium skeleton makes his spanks hurt a lot. You're brought to tears every time, and he rubs over your ass when he's done. "Are finished being a brat, hm?" his hand continued to rub soothingly over your red hot backside, handprints imbedded in your skin by now.

"Uh-huh..." you manage, making him smirk slightly as he pulls you up into him. "Such a naughty thing. Why can't you just behave for once?" he asks with a light scold to his voice, but it's mostly calm by now. "What the hell am I gonna do with you?" he sounds a bit amused now, still holding you after and rubs your exposed thigh.

I think a lot of people assume he wouldn't be into toys because he sort of has that 'I'm all you need' vibe, but come on. He has things for you. He's not insecure about it either. And he certainly doesn't get jealous over silicone.

Sometimes he will make you sit on a dildo while you suck him off, knowing it drives you crazy not to have his cock in you. You want him, not silicone. But he doesn't give in if you've been naughty. "You're a lucky girl/boy, at least I let you have something put in that greedy hole of yours." Logan grunts out, watching you struggle to take his dick down your throat, "You've been so unruly today, now you have to deal with your punishment. My cock won't be going in your sweet honey hole, so sit there like a good girl/boy and take your punishment."

Even if you're a brat from Hell, he will tame you down. A single glance and you stiffen and instantly rethink your attitude. "Talk to me like that again, and I will show everyone here why you always scream my name."

He's a good dom though. He knows how to take care of you. Maybe you act like a brat as a way to cope with something that happened in your life, and you need the stability of a dom like that. Logan's had his fair share of traumatized buddies, he is traumatized himself ffs. He can read you easily and identify exactly what's wrong or where your behavior stems from. He can differentiate when your brattiness is on purpose and playful, or when you're struggling mentally. And he will approach it properly.

Sometimes you don't need to be spanked or forced to cum until you're crying for forgiveness and he wipes those tears away. Sometimes you need a sit down and to just talk. Sometimes a verbal scolding with firm yet gentle authority does the trick, or you need to cry and he sits with you so you're not alone.

Not all of it is about sex.

Logan is good with whatever you may need. He's there for you, which is the most important thing. "Come on pup...what's the matter today? You're being a brat for no reason. Why are you being so bad, hm...tell your p/t." The way he asks in a different tone than normal can make you crumble, and sometimes a good cry or needing some grounding helps a lot.

Maybe your brattiness stems from a lack of care in your life, or an absence of a nurturing figure so when Logan shows himself to be a protector, you lash out with bratty behavior.

He obviously notices this, and he is unmoving. You might get frustrated, used to pushing people away and his stern authority frustrates you to lashing out. Logan is smart; he can handle your little tantrum. "You can fight all you want, little one. You're not gonna move me." He says calmly, hypothetically since he's not actually cornering you in any way. He watches you get mad but eventually his persistence pays off and you realize he's not going to hurt you like others may have done in the past.

Logan is the protective figure you needed. He keeps you in line, but he also tends to your needs. Sexually, emotionally, physically, mentally. He's a good dom, able to handle your behavior with ease and keep hold of you when necessary as he fucks you to climax.

That’s all I got.

[iouinotes]

Dark night, sweet lips | Alex Walter

pairing: Alex Walter x female!reader

show: My life with the Walter boys

warnings: smut, kissing, arguments (between Cole and Alex)

summary: Alex is arguing with Cole and you´re trying to make his evening better afterwards.

authors note: An anonymous person asked if I could write a scenario where the reader and Alex have (angry) sex in the car. I converted it a bit, hope it's still ok! It has taken me so long to finish writing this ff and I am relieved to finally be able to publish it…

Alex is probably the sweetest soul to walk this earth. For me, he is the most beautiful ray of sunshine, the brightest star and every spark of light that dispels the darkness.

He is my first boyfriend, but I feel it every time he smiles at me, that I will never want another man this close by my side. He is the second half of my longing soul.

The two years we have been together were the best of my life. I know that it is so often said that "love blinds you" and that the greatest heroes fell victim to love, fell so incredibly hard for it.

My love for him still blinds me every day, but I don't regret a single second of it.

He doesn't give me any reason to regret us, not when he does everything to make me happy.

He buys me my favorite sweets, gifts me books with the phrase "I thought you might like it", he kisses my forehead when I have a headache. And I just need to be quiet for a while too long and he will make me laugh until every bad thought inside my head has disappered. He cuddles me, watches movies with me, that make me cry, just to hold me in his arms and whisper to me, how much he loves me, during the credits.

Maybe some people will say it's too good to be true. That there has to be something to break through his perfect facade.

And actually there is something.

He breaks down when his feelings are hurt. If it happens, there's nothing I wouldn't do to see him happy again.

Just like now.

The reason for his anger is Cole. I know how much Alex loves his family and that deep in his heart, he sees Cole as a role model. Even if they fight each other over every little thing and throw words at each other, that will never be spoken of again.

While the first three hours of the family dinner went well, there was of course a point, that caused the good mood to change for the worse.

"Just because you didn't make it, I should skip college too? You're such an asshole, Cole." Alex's angry voice leaves an awkward silence, but only until the blond brother answers.

"I'm the asshole? I'm not leaving my family and travel to the other side of the planet!" When I meet Kathrine's gaze, I can see the desperation hidden in her eyes.

"Oxford isn't that far away, you shitty-" But his sentence is interrupted when George suddenly stands up.

"Boys, please be nice to each other! The evening was pleasant until now, stop acting like nine year olds." George's voice echoes in the room and despite the protests of the actual children, who are this age, the request doesn't help to stop the fight.

I usually stay out of the arguments, that the two brothers often have and Jackie normally does the same.

But this time we both look at each other and notice how much more tense the situation is becoming. And that every wrong word would only make their relationship worse.

"Cole, let's go upstairs. I think I left my history book with you." Her stern voice is the only thing that catches Cole's attention and when he turns his angry gaze to her, he seems conflicted of his next actions.

I also step in and gently put my arm around my boyfriend's, putting my lips close to his ear.

"Let's step outside for a moment, please." Alex's anger is also still clearly visible, but when his parents also get up to try to intervene, I manage to successfully pull Alex away from the drama.

His angry gaze softens slightly when he finally looks at me.

As we step out the front door into the cold night air and I close the door quietly behind me, Alex's unhappy voice immediately echoes trough the silence.

"He's such an idiot! Just because he couldn't go to college, he has to ruin it for me too. He's so selfish." I notice goosebumps spreading across my skin and only now realize, that I've forgotten my jacket. But I try do order my thoughts by crossing my arms over my chest, focusing on the boy in front of me.

"Alex, I know how upset you are with him right now. But he's just hurt, that his chance to leave this city and go off to college is gone. You know exactly how much the loss of football still affects him." I try to be reasonable, even though Cole's rude words about Alex's decision to go to college, makes me angry too.

"You don't understand, he said I was wasting our parents' money just to run away with it! You didn't see my mother's look when he said that." A sad feeling clinges to my heart, seeing him in such pain. I walk closer to him, gently holding his face in my hands and trying to meet his gaze.

His eyes, full of anger and despair, stare into my soul. I want to take away any sorrow from him.

"Alex, your parents know how much you love them. And that you would never do something like that. It is your future, your education and also your chance to change your life. They know how important this decision is, how important college is to you. Cole just can't handle it properly right now."

He sighs, his eyes briefly look at the dark, starry sky until the next moment, where he places his hands on mine and a small smile creeps onto his lips.

"You are wonderful, you know that? You are my heart and my mind, all combined. What would I do without you?" His words melt a part of my heart, which already belongs to him and I focus my gaze for a second too long on his lips.

As a cold breeze hits our bodies, I shiver slightly and faster than I can register, he strips off his jacket and holds it in front of me, so I can put it on.

As I slide into the sleeves and mumble a small "thank you", he quickly pulls me back to him. Wrapping his arms around my waist.

His eyes sparkle like a thousand stars.

“I just want to be alone with you right now. No arguments, nothing but you and me.” His whispering voice interrupts my many thoughts.

As I'm about to answer, a loud knock sounds behind us and I suddenly see his little brother making ridiculous faces. Laughing, I notice Alex's frustrated expression and hear him muttering under his breath.

But when I look behind him, I see the blue familiar car, leaning against the barn and an idea forms in my head. I point with my hand in this direction and confused he raises his eyebrows at me.

"What's on your mind, darling?"

Smiling as he keeps his gaze on me, I slowly drag him down the stairs by his hand. The warmth he radiates, makes me never want to let go of him again.

"Just you. Only ever you."

When we are just a step away from the car, I push some strands of hair out of my face and turn my back to him.

Waiting for him.

"Now we can be silent, if you want." He smiles at me, I see it in the corner of my eye, until he finally wraps his arms around my waist and together we walk to the car. Leaning my back against it and facing him, we laugh.

"Maybe I want to fill in the silence." I raise my eyebrows, smiling at his words.

The metal is cool, Alex's body in front of me warm. His eyes watch every expression on my face until they finally move to my blue dress. Which moves gently in the wind.

“You look wonderful tonight, so beautiful. My girl, more radiant than the night sky." His face gets closer and closer, until I feel his breath on my face.

How beautiful he looks today, black shirt, tight pants and disheveled hair. These lips that are as inviting as the look he gives me.

I feel myself trying harder and harder to breathe, he has this effect on me.

As he leans closer to me and places his hand on my cheek, I close my eyes.

He slowly leans in and captures my lips in a sweet kiss, my fingers tangle in his hair.

His hands are not idle either, they stroke the sides of my hips and grip the light blue material of my dress. Pressing myself closer to his warm body, I have to suppress a shudder.

His lips press harder against mine, I feel my heart beating so fast. My chest feeling so warm, like a sun exploded inside me.

Then his tongue strokes my bottom lip and as I open my mouth, he slides his tongue inside of it, gently pushing me against the car now.

Without being able to stop it, a soft moan escapes me, his hand that is on the back of my head moves to my chin as he pulls away from me.

I take a breathless breath, he lifts my chin slightly to meet his gaze and when I look into his eyes, I realize again how incredibly in love I am with him.

If he only knew what he was doing to me.

"Maybe we should go back inside now." Such a gentleman, always so accommodating. His thumb strokes my heated cheek and I swallow loudly as his eyes return to my lips despite his words.

"What if I don't want us to go in yet?" His eyes now look into mine, confusion swirling in his irises.

“Then what do you want, pretty?" I lean close to him, searching his gaze and breathe a single word at him.

"You." His eyes widen and when his mouth opens in surprise, I lower my hands to push his jacket off my shoulders.

His gaze doesn't leave me. I see nervousness decorating his handsome face.

"What, here? Now? But, someone might see us-" I place my finger on his lips, pulling my hand down until I intertwine mine with his.

"Then open the door." I see him swallow and as the jacket hits the ground, he seems to come back to life.

Nodding, he seems to compose himself, rummages in his trouser pocket and, luckily, pulls out the key.

As the lock is turned, he opens the door for me and I smile softly as I sit in the back seat.

As he joins me and closes the door, darkness surrounds us. As soon as his hands find my body, my heart pounds loudly.

I silently wonder if he can hear my heartbeat.

"Won't the others be curious, if we're gone too long?" My hand moves up his thigh, gently pressing on the bulge that's forming in his pants.

“Then hurry up." I pull his hand to the straps of my dress, giving him time to trace small patterns into my skin.

It's not our first time, but definitely a primary one, to be intimate somewhere else other than our beds.

"Are you sure? I don't have a condom with me." I slowly push him against the back seat and sit on his lap. His hands quickly find my waist and I wrap my arms around his shoulders as I answer him breathless.

"Check my pocket." When he tries to contradict me, he stops as soon as he pulls a small bag out of the pocket of my dress.

"You're amazing, how-" but when my lips meet his, he has to swallow at my next sentence.

"I love your voice Alex, but I would love it even more if you would whisper dirty things into my ear, instead of asking why I carry a condom with me, which is obvious for many reasons. Now, please touch me." My whiny voice is enough to finally get him to move.

His hands wander under my dress and stroke the bare skin of my thighs, I press my mouth against his neck and leave kisses there.

I feel his heart racing beneath my hands as his fingers find my underwear.

"Can I-" I nod in frustration and pull his shirt over his head, his messy hair and the nervous look in his eyes making me squeeze my legs together.

"You look so good, Alex. So, so good, I need you inside me." As if he's finally deciphering the situation, a smile spreads across his face and when his hands stop moving, I want to protest.

"Shhh, I want to look at you first." I pull my lip between my teeth and feel his fingers touching my lower lip, sliding over it.

"You can look at me, while you fuck me." The shocked look in his eyes makes me pause for a moment, but then I slowly raise my hand.

Confused, he waits for my next move and when I take his hand into mine and push his thumb into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around it.

I keep my eyes on him. His fascinated expression makes my heart skip a beat.

After a few seconds he pulls his fingers out of my mouth again, I lean in further to whisper to him.

"Stretch me, please. I need something inside me." It takes him a moment to register my words and when he does, his fingers trail anlong my body. Letting the wetness wander down my arm until his hand disappears under my dress.

I have to inhale sharply when his thumb strokes my clothed core and I have to stop myself from begging him to finally do something.

When I turn my gaze to him, he is already looking at me.

As his fingers push my underwear to the side, collecting my wetness, a moan escapes my lips.

"Please-" Then his finger slowly sinks into me, I want so much more of him. The sound is dirty as his finger slides into me so easily.

"Always so polite, have you been this wet all evening? Or does my hand make you feel that good?" I nod quickly, wanting to tell him I need more. But before I can open my mouth, he lowers a second finger into me and my eyes close in pleasure.

My mouth opens slightly, a tremor running through my body as his lips meet my skin.

My cheek, my neck, then my collarbones and finally across the fabric to my chest. I put my hand on his hair, tugging at the strands as my head spins.

When he looks into my eyes, the look so sweet and mischievous at the same time, I could cum on the spot at the sight of him.

Why does this boy have to have freckles too? Shit, you'll be the death of me.

"Can you hurry up? I want-" When his fingers hit the special spot inside me, I tighten around his hand. I feel my eyebrows knit together in frustration.

"What do you want, pretty one? I thought you wanted my fingers. You have them." As I lean closer to him so we are face to face, I kiss my way down his chest.

When I look up at him, his lips part slightly.

"I'll give you some motivation to figure it out then." His fingers pull out of me, but before it annoys me too much, I lower myself to the floor and wrap my hands around his waistband.

I kiss the fabric, letting my hands roam over his stomach. I see his hands trying to hold onto the leather.

Then I break away from him and quickly help get rid of his pants, pulling down his boxer shorts as well. A short breath escapes his lips, as the cold air hits his exposed skin.

"Do you really want to-" As soon as I put my hand around his cock, he stutters.

I twist my wrist around his cock, collecting the precum at the tip, starting to move my hand up and down. His brows furrows and he struggles to keep his eyes open.

Then, without warning him, I gently wrap my lips around his head, sucking lightly as I swirl my tongue around him.

His head hits the back of the car with a grunt, his hand quickly finding its way into my hair.

I slowly sink my mouth lower, hollowing out my mouth as his loud breathing rings in the silence. He chews his lip with his teeth, then he finally gathes his strength to look at me with lustful eyes.

It only takes a few movements of my tongue for his grip on my hair to tighten.

When I realize he's about to cum, I pull my head back. When I look up at him I see his flushed cheeks.

"Why did you stop?" His lazy eyes look into mine and as his hand cups my cheek to hold my face, I feel myself dripping.

This sight, me on my knees in front of him, him with his chest heaving rapidly and his eyes wide open - he looks like an angel.

Well, a naughty angel.

I smile sweetly at him, his eyes almost automatically go to my mouth. I know how much he wants my lips around him again, but when I swing my legs over his lap, he realizes my intentions.

"Take off my clothes." He doesn't need to be told twice.

His hand wraps around my dress at my waist and when he looks at every part of my skin exposed to him, he pulls my dress up.

As I raise my arms, he helps me to take it off. Now I'm sitting only in my underwear in front of him. His hand moves over my breasts, caressing the lace bra, my sensitive nipple and I shiver as the cold air hits me.

He grins at me as his left hand finds the clip on my bra and he opens it with a click. His fingers slowly stroke my arms, goosebumps appear as he pulls the straps from my shoulders and takes off my bra.

As he maintains eye contact with me, he leans forward, I hold my hand to the back of his head as he swirls a nipple with his tongue.

I close my eyes as the feeling intensifies, his one hand resting on my hip while the other hand cups my breast. Without noticing, I lower myself onto his thighs. Trying to put pressure on my core.

But he just tightens his grip around my waist, pausing the movement as he pulls away from my chest and his fingers stroke over my stomach.

Anticipation builds in my stomach as his right hand wraps around the material of my underwear. As I lift my hips, he slowly slides the material down my legs.

As I lower myself again, his hand moves around my thighs. Our heated skin meets when there is no longer any material separating us.

As our hands connect, he brings mine closer to his mouth. Kisses the skin and makes a smile appear on my lips.

"Ready?" His quiet voice makes me nod.

His hand wraps around my waist, helping me lift myself up as he directs his cock at my entrance and we both let out a loud sigh, when we meet.

I pull my arms around his shoulders, cupping both of my hands around his face as I lower myself further onto him.

The tugging hurts slightly, but it's pleasant as he leans in, stealing my attention as he places his lips on mine.

The kiss is a mixture of our breathing, love and pleasure.

The heat that arises between us warms up the car. I see the windows fogging up out of the corner of my eye.

When my hips are right on his own, he stretches me out so much, that I feel him all the way into my stomach.

His sweet lips brush the corners of my mouth, my cheek. His hand goes around my back, trying to give me time to get used to him.

"Do you feel good?" As I rock against him and he's moaning in respone, I laugh against his skin.

"Does this answer your question?" The look he gives me, leaves me out of breath.

"God, you´re amazing." I smile to myself, slowly lowering myself back onto him. His eyes follow my movements, as his lips settle between the valley of my chest.

His breath is warm against my skin, I almost want to close my eyes, but decide against it when I meet his attentive gaze.

When I finally move, I let out a shaky breath. I need a moment to savor the feeling. To savor being so close to him.

"Do you need help, beautiful?" I nod slightly, feeling his hands wrap around my waist and helping to lift me up.

As soon as I lower myself, I murmur his name like a prayer.

"Alex-" A groan escapes me.

"I know, beautiful. You're doing so good." My hands roam from his shoulders over his bare chest, over the heated skin. As my fingers wrap around his neck to rest my forehead against his, he lifts his hips.

His hands press into my skin, surely leaving a mark for the next day, but his mumbled words draw all attention away.

The sight of his freckles look like a gorgeous work of art.

"You like that? If everyone could see you? Fuck-" He takes a sharp breath as I start moving faster. His question makes my stomach tingle.

"I just want you to see me." His mouth twists into a smile and I lower myself to steal a kiss.

"I only want you too." His lips feel warm aginst mine. His tongue traces my bottom lip and as my thighs shake, his hands roaming my back.

“Do you want to swap?” Out of breath, I just nod, wanting to finally come.

The next second, I'm lying in the back seat, a laugh escaping me as his mouth hovers over my stomach.

He leaves dizzying kisses there, my fingers stroking his wet hair. For that moment as we look at each other, there is only us.

Then he slowly kisses his way down my thighs, across my stomach, up to my chest and finally hovers over my face.

He supports himself on the armrest while my fingers stroke his cheek. As he enters me again, my eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and my mouth hangs open.

I feel his grin in the darkness.

"Stop doing that." My voice sounds slightly embarrassed between us, but a smile still creeps onto my lips at his satisfaction.

"What? I just want to make my girl feel good." I wrap my legs around his waist, connecting our bodies even closer.

"You´re so beautiful, you know that? I could stare at you all day and it still wouldn´t be enough." His hip movements are so deep, that I can feel him in my stomach.

His hands wander over every part of my body that is spread out in front of him. My mouth opens in pleasure as I feel my climax approaching.

“I want to come so bad, please- Alex, please let me come.” His mouth settles on my collarbones, leaving marks, and all I can do is moan, unable to care.

"You deserve it, you've been so good to me. Let go, you can." It's always these moments, his whispering voice, his seductive, sweet words and that look in his eyes. It's as if the world stops the moment I reach my climax with him.

The thought is the last thing I need and as his hand wraps lovingly around my cheek and he gives me a sweet kiss on the lips, I see white.

I feel so good, only hearing in the background as he lets out a long moan and comes inside me with one last thrust. I notice how he lets his weight rest lightly on me, before he grips my hips and swaps our positions.

A slight moan leaves me as he pulls out of me and with my last remaining strength, I lay my head on his heated chest. Our breaths synchronize perfectly in the next seconds and I feel deeply lovestruck.

“I love you.” His fingers stroke my temples, brushing individual, sweaty strands from my face.

“I love you more.” How wonderful these three words sound, when they are said by him.

As we lie together in the dark and the bright stars shine down on us, there is nothing more beautiful than this moment.

Well, maybe him.

[dark-night-hero]

Hi. Hope you are well. Is your request open? Can I request a soft Kayden moment since he is not open to having any children (I don't know where I have read it, if it's on an interview or other au/ffs). What if his partner, a non-awakened woman got pregnant? Anxiety creeps her up, it's another weakness for him. A soft, reassuring moment please. Or however you like.

Thank you. Have a blessed day!

Five seconds. It took you five seconds of happiness only to be filled with nothing but pure anxiety and fear afterwards. Looking at the two lines that seems to stare right back at you, you felt your heart sink. It was supposed to be one of the joyful moments within your heart and it did, only for five seconds only to felt the weight that comes with it. What are you going to do? Your hand unconsciously reach out and grip on your stomach.

Four months. It took Kayden four months to find out where you are. With how things turned out after clashing with three of the world's top ten and his new found apprentice. It took him four months to track down where you are. All because you stopped communicating back at him. He was mad, sure, but he was also worried. It was normal for you to move out and went under the radar, that was natural. He knew how dangerous he was and the possible danger that he might put you through. Thats why in the first month of no contact, he thought it was only natural, but as months went by and there was still no reply, he started to grew anxious. Did something happened to you? Oh the way you make him feel the impossible.

Four months, it took him four months to find you hiding under the cover as you curl up on your bed. "Can you just-! Just talk to me?" He was getting impatient. He doesn't even know why you were ignoring him, why you seemed afraid to face him, why you won't talk to him. He was about to close the door of your bed room, giving you no room to escape just in case you- "Don't..." "???" "Don't close the door." Fuck. Were you crying?

When it comes to relationship, Kayden was more of a doer than a talker. His mouth... his foul mouthed, so instead of replying, he could only let out a huff and open the door that he was about to close and then proceeds to walk towards the bed where he sat down at the end of. "What now?"

You were thinking, hesitating. You knew Kayden never wanted a child. He always avoided talking about them. Right now, you were wondering what to do, what to say, what to feel, what he would feel. You knew how difficult, how different both of your worlds are. Still, if there is a little hope, was it so bad to hold on into it? "Kayden." Your heart was beating heavily on your chest, hand on your small baby bump. You're four months pregnant but it wasn't even noticeable. "I'm pregnant." He swore he heard you say Im sorry.

Kayden was more of a doer than a yapper when it comes to you. He knew how he could say something hurtful and taunting in the heat of the moment. He never did that with you, well, at least he doesn't to that to you now. So as his mouth was about to say something, he manage to control himself and shut the fuck up.

You're pregnant. It took him five seconds to process that, followed by seconds for him to feel anger filling up his chest, anxiety and fear. Lastly, he felt his sense of happiness within his chest. Kayden never wanted a child, it was never in his mind. He doesn't even know his parents, let alone his birthday. As far as he can recall he grew up all alone with no one but himself to depend on. He never wanted a child, in the world he grew up in, it was harsh, dangerous and restricted. A world where those who has the power stand on top. But ever since he met you... once in a while, he thought it wouldn't be so bad to have a child that looks like you.

Nevertheless, he was scared. He was anxious. And so he starts to look around, noticing your shaking figure under the cover, realizing he has been long silent because lets face it. He truly never wanted a child. But it was also true that a child that looks like you wasn't bad. But he doesn't know what to say. He was contemplating on what to say. And then his eyes fell upon the open door, once again, he had the urge to close it, knowing how you don't like to leave it open, why was it even open- ah. It was never about you leaving, it was about him leaving. Giving him the choice to walk out of the door without you hearing the painful sound of the door slaming behind him.

You turned stiff upon the upon lightness of the end of the bed where Kayden once was sitting at. And so you felt your heart break in title pieces. You did not even bother to remove the bed sheet that was covering you to look at him, you did not want to see nor hear him leave, that was the reason why you asked him to keep the door open. And although you did see that coming, it still hurts. It hurts so much- meow.

Kayden is more of a doer than a talker when it comes to you. So instead of saying things that might end up upsetting and hurting you. He transformed into his cat form and went under the covers with you, and before you could even react, he went under the covers and started nuzzling close to you. "Ka-kayden?" You utter, was about to sit up when he started licking your tears, and even though it hurts, you are more shocked at the fact that he was here. He did not left, that he in fact have stayed. And as if saying everything will be okay, he just nuzzled on your neck.

You are confused, why. Why is here? How could he be here? This would be just another weakness for him. He already was having a hard time keeping you away from the world, what more could it possibly be now that you're having a child-

"It's okay." You open your eyes only to find a pair of blue ones already looking at you. "You're okay." You felt him caress your cheek before he gently pressed his forehead upon yours as you close your eyes. "We'll be okay." As soon as he said that, a tears escaped from your eyes. "It'll be okay." You felt him caress your baby bump.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: why does it feel like I made Kayden so OOC, then again, I think I did my best portraying what could he possibly done in that scenario 🤔

[visohyenadraws]

As someone who loves the mecha genre I wish I was into any of the Gundam series but so far I have been unsuccessful.

I love the aesthetic of a giant robot with a big fuck off gun, if I didn’t I wouldn’t have gotten Armored Core VI lol, but still, I tried watching 79 quite a few times but fell off each times.

The first time was when I watched the first ten episodes of the original series off of a piracy site when they were still untamed by the feds, and just never returned to it. Then my second attempt was with the movie trilogy, I finished the first one and then dropped the second halfway through.

It’s been a while but I can try to explain why, I know what Didn’t spoil it for me: I have a stupidly high tolerance for old anime and old media in general, I was Raised on that shit, including many of Sunrise’s anime from the time, so I didn’t care because it looked old or outdated.

No I think what got me the most, and this might be an issue with the movies since I do remember some good episodes they had to cut out for time, was the characters, ironically. I’m sorry but I couldn’t care less for Amuro, he’s boring as hell and very generic… and he’s ginger (I’m kidding), when he’s not fighting he’s either ranting or getting beaten up by Bright and OH I’ll get to that cunt soon.

Idk maybe I hold up Shinji as the definitive example of how to make traumatised underage pilots, and Amuro just isn’t enough of a mess to work here despite the setting, and for the record I Like Shinji as a character.

My other issue is with a lot of the women in the cast, again, I didn’t finish the series so it prob gets better but a lot of the women in this show do nothing but stand around, cry, die, or keep repeating AMURO AMURO AMURO AMURO AMURO if they’re on the side of the Federation. I have seen films from the 50s with more feminist depictions of women ffs.

Now onto Bright, I like to think that my media literacy is good enough for me to not let characters who are bad people get to me, au contraire, some of my favourite pieces of media often involved the Whole Cast being pieces of shit, I am a massive Always Sunny fan after all. I can live with unsavoury characters if they’re done well enough.

That being said, I could never shake off the feeling that the series wasn’t doing quite Enough to call out Bright’s hardass martial approach to social interactions, almost as if the series was saying “yup, he’s in the right brah, nothing wrong here” which yeah this set the stage for me to bounce off the series incredibly hard in the second movie I think where he says some shit about women not being allowed to pilot mechs.

I really hope I’m misremembering some of this stuff because brother that’s not it. Really the only characters I really cared for where the villains like Char and the other guy, since they go against what you’d expect from mecha baddies, but even still they don’t have that much screentime and one of them famously dies in the tenth episode or the climax of the first movie.

But those were my issues with the series itself, on a more meta level, I have some amount of resentment over the series specifically the original 79 for its impact.

For those who don’t know, mecha series before Gundam were retroactively labelled as “Super Robot” since they were basically giant metal superheroes, animated Ultraman essentially, they could jump, move and run like it was nothing despite the laws of physics, and had extravagant weapons and attacks fighting whacky aliens or evil scientists.

Even Sunrise’s previous works like Daitarn 3 and Trider G7 were super robot through and through, especially the former being downright comedic at times and being closer to James Bond than science fiction, even their supposedly darker Zambot 3 was super robot through and through.

So when the original MSG came out in 1979, it really was a big deal as it was unlike everything else; it was a lot more grounded in tone and setting, the villains not only were fellow humans but had layers of complexity and weren’t just cartoon baddies, the robots carried shields and guns instead of cock-rockets and roketto-panchi, it was less a superhero Kyodai/Kaiju romp and more like a war drama, the severity of the conflict was made front and centre and not brushed aside for the cool fights.

That’s brilliant, even to this day it’s a great premise and deconstruction of the mecha genre, the problem is that this series became So popular that basically every single fucking mecha and scifi anime had to model itself after Gundam or be seen as outdated. Super robot was killed overnight, because god forbid we have some fucking fun with the concept of GIANT ROBOTS BEATING THE BRAINS OUT OF EACH OTHER.

Like Gurren Lagann being modelled after super robot shows as a fun throwback shows how utterly dead the genre is.

I understand that by the time Gundam came out the genre had run its course, you can only rewrite Mazinger/Grandeizer so many times, but fuck’s sake surely there’s ways to do it just be creative. I love the things Gundam helped create but the fact that it had to exist at the Expense of super robot is what bothers me.

Let me explain it by comparing it to Godzilla ok? There’s two kinds of Godzillas: serious war drama Godzilla and KWE standing for Kaiju Wrestling Entertainment. There’s fans that prefer one over the other but both Godzillas exist without cancelling each other out.

Now the 1980s movie The Return of Godzilla was the first movie in the series in a while, and it was a grittier more serious return to form that just had Zilla destroy a city without all the other monsters duking it out. Now IMAGINE if after that movie Toho went “right, it’s clear, people only want serious Godzilla it’s very clear” and from then on we ONLY got movies like Godzilla 54, Minus One and Shin Godzilla, yes they’re peak, but after a while a part of the fanbase is gonna get seriously tired of them and wish they would just get “Godzilla vs Mothra vs Kong vs Gheedora All United Brawl” already.

Now if you know me personally you’ll ask “but what about Evangelion” and yes, if Eva is not my favourite anime ever it’s in the Top 3, but honestly? Calling Eva just a mecha show or any of the sub genres is seriously selling it short, it is SO much more then robot fights and thats why I love it, watching Eva just for the robot fights is like playing Silent Hill 2 for the riveting combat.

So those are my thoughts, I still haven’t given up on the series as I plan to revisit it through War in the Pocket since fans quite like that one in particular, hopefully it’s more up my alley lol.

[ghost-bison]

It's no bloody secret I hate ai shit. One thing I'm glad about though, is that I've spent enough time on chat gpt -having it write crossover fics for my own use cause I didn't have the courage to do it myself- to learn about its patterns, its vocabulary (EVEN the premium version cause you get free trial every day).

So if you're out there, posting ai fiction without letting people know it's not an original work, I will know. Also know that while you think you're not hurting anyone when you post that stuff, "because I clearly state that it's written by ai" YES you are.

First and foremost, you are destroying the meaning of art. Art is art because there's someone's pain, someone's joy, someone's ugliness, someone's beauty, someone's experience, someone's talent or lack thereof, someone's flaws behind it. Doesn't matter that it's good or bad so long as someone put something into it and I understand that now. Ai forced me to understand that.

Secondly, know that ai uses a database of words, expressions, jokes, prompts, and sometimes full sentences stolen directly from someone else's work out there on the internet. That clever pun chat gpt came up with that you thought "oh, I love it, I might use that"? Look it up. You've never seen it anywhere because it's someone's clever joke whose work you've never read. If you use it, it's basically like the old and loathed "copy-pasting a paragraph of a fanfic you like into your own fanfic", but with added stupidity, laziness and ignorance.

Please, write your own stuff, draw your own things. I wasn't always as good as I am today at neither of the two. Hell, I used to write a terrible Teen Wolf fanfic on Wattpad where Derek Hale had a lost twin who was prince of France, ffs. 90 chapters of absolute, plotless nonsense. But you know what? The 90th chapter was way better than the 1st one. And quite recently, I spent a few days on a Doctor Who OS and made a few strangers cry.

So what I'm saying is, don't be lazy. Read real books and clever fanfictions, cause as Virginia Woolf said, "read a thousand books and your words will flow like a river."

[baby-tini]

every time i come across your ffs w dazai and gun play my mind cant stop thinking about fyodor and gun play.. (totally not bcz hes my fav character totally not biased)

Oh he would SO be into gun play.

simply because he needs you to worship his cock until he gives it to you(obv). This man wants to be worshipped and feel like he has the power all over you.. making you beg like a slut for his dick while he fucks your cunt with his gun, making you whine is only music to his ears ..

I also think Fedya would make you fuck yourself maybe even ride his gun alone as he watches just to humiliate youㅡ maybe he would jerk off as you would fuck yourself to make you even more desperate as you watch his cock imagining his gun is his dick.

+ it wouldn't be easy to earn what you desperately want and need but once and IF he gives it to you he'd deffo fuck you as he make you suck on his gun to clean it.. after all its his gun and you're the one who made a mess right? ;3

TW- Gun-play, Psychological Abuse

I've never thought about Fyodor and gun-play before 🤔 but I'm feeling it the more I think about it. Also, reading this made me think about that time Fyodor shot Katai... so he's used a gun before..

Fyodor loves being worshipped, he sees himself as a god, he needs everyone in his life too worship him, especially his partner, and sometimes he uses fear too gain submission from his subordinates, or you in this case. He's not above taking a gun out and cocking it when you got a little too mouthy with him that day. Maybe you just need a little.. push in the right direction of submission. He doesn't feel bad when you start crying as he has that gun pointed at your head as you sit at his feet crying, blubbering about how you're so honored he lets you touch him; muchless suck on his cock. He doesn't have too and you know that, and he wants too know that you know that you're so incredibly lucky too look him in the eye and thank him.

I do like the idea of him making you fuck yourself with the gun, because it just seems like something that he'd do. But, it wouldn't be Fyodor if there wasn't some type of psychological torture involved, while you're fucking yourself with the gun, he'll taunt you, telling you not too let your greedy little fingers press too close to the trigger cause it might be a loaded gun, now, of course it's not loaded, he doesn't want that type of irreversible damage inflicted on his favorite little toy, but you don't know that, you tense up at the mention of there being the protentional of you fucking yourself with a, possibly, loaded gun. With the way your hands freeze up and slow gives your fear away, but he doesn't care, he'll give your thigh a little kick too grab your attention as he strokes his cock, he doesn't care that you're scared, you certainly weren't scared when you were mouthing off earlier, were you? He thought so. With the way your soft little eyes gaze up at his cock with a need as you push the gun in and out of your cunt, the sharp edges and ridges providing little to no pleasure makes him feel a little sympathy, but then again, it's your fault you're

With Fedya, a simple apology and a false promise too behave does little too make him feel bad or give you what you want, if he doesn't feel like you deserve it, you're not gonna get it, it's as simple as that really. When he does give it to you though, he does make it worth it, because Fyodor is not a man that rewards bad behavior, no, not at all. So, when he does give you what you want, you better be eternally grateful to him; your god. But yes, of course, there's always gonna be some type of humiliation when it comes to this man. You dirtied his gun, so, you're gonna take it down your throat and clean it for him and he better not hear a single gag leave those disrespectful lips of yours or the consequences will be worse then they already are, and with a man like Fyodor, that's a very real possibility.

[mostthingskenobi]

After the terrifying medical year I've had, I've developed pretty bad health anxiety. Like...ffs...I have to laugh if only to keep from crying. Now, the slightest twinge in my body can send me into a full-on anxiety spiral. Currently in one now. I feel sick to my stomach with fear. It happens so often nowadays that I'm not sure what to do. My boyfriend suggested working out might help. Does anyone else have any suggestions? Has anyone else out there been dealing with health anxiety? (I'm in therapy already, just in case anyone was going to suggest I try that 😂)

[holybibly]

these r my thoughts on ur recent poll

woosan would bicker too much and you would have to gag wooyoung to make him shut up or degrade him to get him to be turned on, san would probs end up sulking cause woo wouod get more attention lol

matz i would consider bc hello who wouldnt tbh? but also hwa... it would never end and id at least like some sleep but he could go at it for hours

sanhwa? too sexual for my liking, if hwa ever gets riled up too much ur done for as he is a ticking time bomb and that would make san cry

why did u not include sanjoong if fhats their ship name? water+water would be so sexual / intense and maybe emotional or at least thered be so much understanding of each other (im alsonwater sign so make that 3x intense threesome ever lol)

yungi i love those two towers but they are too gentle / easy going / soft or vanilla not that thats a bad thing if thats anyones type just it might be quite average like nothing too rough nothing too easy kinda inbetween or normal

minhwa again doesnt kind of match bc like ones going to be so soft the other is going to be like a bull in a china shop aka dangerous

sansang would be interesting and idk if yoesang x jongho would be gd idea bc jongho is so scary tbh, even for me, wouldnt want to do him wrong in bed.

Oh baby, I'm so glad you've expressed your thoughts and I'd love to take a master class in ideas and pairings from you because you're so good at it. I would also love to read some of your work, please don't be shy, I'm always open to exploring new things.

But, baby, I think you're a bit out of touch with astrology if you think that Aries Yunho and Leo Mingi, who are both fire dominants, will be gentle with you or at least have the slightest hint of vanilla.

The same goes for Mingi and Seonghwa, who are a perfect match. And as a fire sign, blessed with such a gorgeous fire entourage (not counting my beloved Scorpios, Geminis and Cancers), I can say with confidence that no fire sign will ever let anyone step on them or look in the direction of vanilla.

And again, we're talking about Wooyoung's humiliation, and I'll say it again, this man will bring you to your knees with one look, and it's you, not him, who will be begging and squirming.

As for Hongjoong, please, beautiful, dark and sexy Scorpio, I won't even begin to list all the disgusting and vulgar things he will do to you.

As for San, I think Seonghwa or Woo will balance him out perfectly, and in the first case it will be a damn demonic duet, and in the second case it will be an excellent example of a princess daddy, where Woo will be responsible for passion and aggression, and San for control and dominance.

As for the rest of the pairings, as a writer, I have every right to do what I want with my ffs and write for those members for whom I feel inspired.

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

Just started the newest ZZZ special episode and... it's giving me 2nd-hand rage.

You know how in cartoons (usually comedy ones) a character will have a bunch of garbage happening around them, but they're not mad because they feel like they 'shouldn't be', so you, as the viewer, get mad for them.

Anyway that's how I feel about Yanagi's story so far.

Yanagi is essentially raising 3 children in the form of her colleagues.

Soukaku is mildly forgivable, only because my personal headcanon is that her mental growth has been stunted one way or another, and it's revealed why Yanagi takes care of her in Yanagi's teaser. So I can forgive that well enough.

But Miyabi is a different case. It's stated that she passed on all the paperwork to Yanagi, and constantly tries to get out of meetings. I know that meetings and paperwork is unpleasant, but you're the CHIEF ffs! Take some responsibility!

While Zhu Yuan had boundaries in the workplace, such as not working overtime when her job was done, Yanagi seems to have the opposite

Miyabi doesn't seem to stop or suggest stopping this kind of thing to keep her health intact either!

Harumasa isn't as bad as Miyabi, but he's not great either, as he constantly wants to slack off whenever possible.

This is the equivalent of having to do a group project with 3 unmotivated people that want to dilly-dally and sidetrack every possible conversation to avoid doing work, and ultimately, you have to take on the whole damn thing by yourself.

I'm not trying to say that the rest of Section 6 don't love or care about Yanagi at all, they obviously do, and if Yanagi had a heart attack from underlying cardiovascular disease (due to her immense work stress), the three would likely visit her hospital bed (if she was still alive, anyway, since women die from heart attacks more frequently, and she's often left either on her own, or with what is basically an incompetent child who wouldn't know the first thing about strokes or those kinds of problems)

But I don't think Miyabi would learn that this toxic asf work environment is the thing killing her, and would go back to not caring about Yanagi staying late after the first month or two of the incident.

I think the thing that peeves me the most, is how all three of them act like whiny children with Yanagi around.

As I mentioned, Soukaku is mostly excusable, since she has stunted mental growth.

But fucking Miyabi, crying about not wanting to attend a meeting, or Harumasa who faked a fucking stomachache to skip work?!

This is your job, not Elementary School! I hope one of your vacation days were snatched!

I make a big deal out of this, because I don't think that anyone should have a parent-child relationship with their colleagues, unless there is an underlying condition wherein you are the person's caretaker (Soukaku)

I would never want a parent-like relationship with a spouse, nor one with a friend. Hell, I don't need a parent-like relationship at all, since I'm an adult.

Likewise, a child's parent shouldn't be a bosom buddy.

I might just be projecting a little bit, or getting too personal, because I never want to have kids ever, and I've seen people with this kind of lifestyle where they baby everyone around them, and get fucked with little-to-no freetime, heightening blood pressure due to stress, and a lot of pent-up feelings because they can't communicate to their friends, because they treat their friends as children, and their friends treat them as a parent.

Anyways, I'm not very far into the Special Episode, so maybe Yanagi snaps somewhere or has an emotional breakdown where Section 6 (specifically Harumasa and Miyabi) can see how much Yanagi is doing, and they help to rectify this, by eventually creating a much better workplace to live in.

A lifestyle like this can't go on forever, and I hope the negative effects are shown.

[deeagonemissing]

I'm bored so high school update

I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE.

its 11pm rn and I'm doing my 5 page romanian homework. I've come to a point where I genuinely wish I could isolate myself completely, lock myself in a closed or smth, no phone, no people and most importantly no school. This place has made me so depressed, and I find it ironic since I've waited so long for high school. The teachers are bad and don't even get me started on my classmates. I'm awkward and I can't start conversations with ppl and tbh I got used to being alone most times but now they also see me as weird for it? Ffs I'm not even doing anything to them and I already got bullies who try to act as if we get a long. For example, I was sitting with this group of friends (that I sadly used to be part of) in class and one of the girls starts asking evryone at the table what shampoo they use, but when she gets to me, I answer, and then she said "Oh...That one? It doesn’t work of me, makes my hair oily...But maybe it works for other ppl...". That comment pissed me off so badly especially since that girls hair looks like it hasn't been combed in decades and also looks hella nasty. But what did I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I did mumble a very quiet "Too bad" under my breath but that was all, for the rest of the class I just looked down at my papers not looking up even for one second. Honestly, I wanted to cry so bad, but I sucked it in because the thought of crying made me cringe. And that specific girl seems to fucking hate me for no apparent reason, and if she does have a reason, I would rather have her tell me what I did instead of leaving me in the dark like that. So yeah, in conclusion, this place is horrible, I'm tired and I'm also fucking sick of this goddamn homework, I wanna sleep

I'm honestly scared of doing anything at this school, I feel like any step I take and every word I say could be used against me and then I might acquire a new set of bullies🔥

And if anyone from my class sees this, pretend you didn't, I don't have the time to deal with ppl pitying me, or worse, making fun of me even more. I'm fine with being a weirdo, just let me live.

Anyways, I've been listening to a lot of Moonspell lately since I got the Wolfheart CD, so here's a song👍

(ALSO THIS TOOK ME A WHOLE HOUR TO WRITE LMFAO)

[achillesunly]

I have been pulling an all nighter because yk the Hype forbade me from sleeping

So here goes

I have dabbled late at night in the dark arts: leaks

Did not look for it I just happened to fall upon it, did Not interact tho because hey! not great leaks not great

But I love each and every of the shit they do for season 2, I won't mention any here coz once again, leaks and spoilers but hell yeah

Hell FUCKING yeah, even

And I need to expose my thoughts and theories on season two here tho because I Am Going Feral

Now a practical list:

I swear to fuck I HOPE so goddamn bad that Adam will end up in hell like not really dying dying. I don't know where the fuck demons and angels who die again are going but hey! It would be so fucking metal if Lute and demon Adam had a face off HELLOOO I love them so much if it could end up in a romantic ballad or rock song or deep shit or some shit like that maybe in season three ig but ZHEHHDHS YEHA, like maybe Adam to join the Vees to fuck the hotel over by pure pussy rage would be fun or becoming a sorta rockstar !! in hell with mammon (I saw someone on twt hc this) but due to the lawfully divided franchise (my heart weeps) I don't think that would happen, at least not with mammon showing . Anywho to have Adam not be a selfish asshole out loud my fucking gOd it would be insane I'd foam at the mouth and piss fire

I also hope none of the Vees die because they are my babes at heart 😔🤲 such good villains cannot waste them ffs, I know some people think Val will die and I sure as fuck hope not he's too rich, I hope none of my darlings gets killed, they're far too interesting. AND WHAT ABOUT MY STATICMOTH IF ONE DIES HUH? I could NOT handle that, I need the power couple fucking everyone over , and I NEEED VISCERALLY NEEEEEEED A VOXVAL SONG AAAAAA

I Hope so bad that there are a bit more episodes to the season as well goddamn, because we had what nine or ten? I mean that is fucking fantastic don't get me wrong but as with everything that I love, I want more. Might be wishful thinking and it's not so terrible if there is the same number of episodes which it most probably will, I'd just like some more is all 💅💅

I wish Charlie would be less portrayed as the typical main girl of your typical fantastic teen book and more like her pilot version. maybe I'm a bit dramatic, it's not that bad, really, but her pilot self was quite different in the way like, more diva like, more feral, I can't put it into words, properly, but you get the feeling it's, it feels a little different.

I NEED RADIOAPPLE HELLO PLEASE BY GOD I NEED IT. I do need that and I won't say anything about anything but I am HOYPED. I am insanely shaking in place, foam down my chin, I'm crying blood with want. I just think they're neat. I love the dads. I really cross every single finger on my body. They are so good, the tropes are pure gold down my throat I want to make two puppets of them and bonk their faces together.

HUSKDUST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, sweet lovers, domestic and sweet lovey love PLEASE have them doing shenanigans and BEIEHEHEHVDBDB HELLLOOO FLIRTINGGGGG

Radiosilence I want more lore I want that shit straight up my veins shooting in my brain I want to never being able to think of ANYTHING ELSE just fucking jot that up my jugular goddamn I love me those RivALs pleeeeeaaaaase oh my god id go fucking insane

I need the new fans the second season will bring in not to be complete morons who think their opinion is law, that a show about demons is about moral upholding, and finally being fucking children unable to think farther than their own shitass shoes. And hope that the ones already like that will kindly Leave or learn to Shut the Fuck up. And mature up

Also no bullying any VA if that needs to be said for absolutely FUCKs sake, which is in direct link with the former point. Like, learn to be a human and shut the fuck up, learn to think in Your head before voicing out your thoughts and do Not force anything on anyone