#MLT

[a-soft-hornytiny]

Can you do an Ateez mtl to be the little spoon?

Mtl: be the little spoon.

Listen. How dare you trigger my inner switch. I dunno if I wanna hold them more or be hold by them. Now im sad.

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Most

San

Mingi

Seonghwa

Wooyoung

Hongjoong

Yeosang

Jongho

Yunho

Least

San/Mingi: imma pretend this isn’t like the most obvious of them all. them sweet bois just wanna be held. For San it would be you hugging san hugging a plushie. And big baby boy mingi just feels so safe in your arms, even if like half of his body exceeds you anyway.

Seonghwa/Wooyoung: honestly its similar to the above. Seonghwa mostly just appreciates being the small one from time to time and just letting go of all responsibilities. For Wooyoung, he loves giving attention and putting his love out there so he‘d be happy to receive said attention and love as well. I mean his love language is clearly physical touch.

Hongjoong/Yeosang: they definitely don’t hate it but it kinda feels weird for them sometimes. They wanna be big strong men and hold you tight. Even though i am pretty sure Hongjoong‘s fragile masculinity is non existent, he still likes to be the captain. And Yeosang just wants to show off his muscles by squeezing you.

Jongho/Yunho: they give off the same vibe. Like I can imagine them being all soft and subby but i can’t imagine them being the small spoon. They wouldn’t mind it if it happened but somehow its never the case. They just wrap their limbs around you and gone you are.

I am not claiming to know how they behave/would behave. This is pure imagination.

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[highvern]

Idk if this counts as a mlt but what do you think their sex drive ranking is? Ig mlt blow ur back out all day all night 🤡

HMMMMMM

most

hoshi

he said he wanted as many kids as possible like cmon, about to have full soccer team if he gets his way

mingyu

jun

seungcheol

joshua

vernon

chan

wonwoo

seokmin

minghao

seungkwan

jeonghan

jihoon

hes lives in his studio. major workaholic (i think he's getting better). idk it just doesnt seem like something he's gonna do all the time

least

idk the middle was hard, im running on pure vibes.

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My instructor: Some of these specimens can cause an outbreak so we have to be very careful

Me, reaching for Bacillus anthracis (I have plans):

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Lab instructors: You should always wear your gloves over your sleeves, and never pipette by mouth. Safety standards in the laboratory have come a long way since the profession started, and we should all be cautious around biohazards, delicate machinery, and caustic reagants common in the medical laboratory.

Coworker who's been working for 35+ years: *rubbing bright pink lens cleaner with giant REPRODUCTIVE HARM text on the back of the bottle onto her glasses with her bare hands*

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Hi, idk if you're taking requests but if you are, can you write an mlt in P1harmony (hyung line+Intak) of who of them would like the most an s/o with high sex drive

Please keep writing for p1harmony it's so hard to find reaction/imagine of them. I love your work 😉❣️

Hiii ! Thank you so much and yes I am taking requests :) fr it’s so difficult to find stuff about p1harmony on tumblr :/

MLT: like an s/o with a high sex drive /hyung line+Intak/

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Intak: idk this man just gives off fboy vibes lol so I feel like he’d be more than okay to have an s/o who craves sex pretty often (he still would crave it way more than them lol).

Theo: he just radiates sex, idk how to explain I hope you’ll understand ᵕ_ᵕ̩̩… He’d just love to have someone who craves sex a lot, he’d just be so happy to please them whenever they want it even if it’s mean 3 times a day

Jiung: He has a really high sex drive himself so he wouldn’t mind but he’d rather spend time with you just chilling than having sex everyday sometimes idk, probably depends on his mood or if he’s busy

Keeho: I think he wouldn’t mind it that much but it’s not something he’d really like, not bc he doesn’t want it but because he doesn’t really have time, so he’s in between I guess.

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[sourbat]

Kloktober Day 9: Inspired by Dethalbum IV

Summary: Pickles helps Nathan write a song.

Rating: M

Tags/Warnings: Swearing, blood, discussions about periods, trans male character, and booze

Read on Ao3 ,or read below!

Nathan took a bite of his freshly microwaved cinnamon poptart, letting the hot and constant chew bring his reading glasses down to the tip of his nose before flicking the glazeless corner edge onto the page of his journal. The large crumb bounced against the empty page before being wiped away by a dragging hand. Then, the end of a chewed up pencil tapped the bottom corner as Nathan searched for inspiration. How much time had passed since he started? Five, ten minutes? Oh god, fifteen? Normally, lyrics didn't take this long to construct, not when he already possessed a general idea of what he wanted to compose.

He ate away the minutes staring, doodling and finishing off the rest of his first poptart, and after no progress, groaned and sank into his seat. He shut his eyes and listened to the sink dripping water on some dirty dishes.

“Heeeyy, Nathan.” Pickles’ voice rang through the darkness, followed by the light rub of his sneakers hitting the kitchen floor. “How’s it going, dood?”

Nathan opened his eyes and found Pickles rummaging through one of the fridges. “Hey, Pickles,” he greeted with a low, tired voice. “Just trying to get something on paper.”

Pickles stumbled away from the fridge, a cold beer in his hand. As he cracked it open, he glanced to the table where Nathan sat, and at the near-blank page that only hosted a single word for the would-be song’s title.

He took a sip of the foamy drink before remarking. “Ya stuck?”

“Yeah.” Nathan rested his chin on top of his knuckles. He jabbed at the title with his pencil. “I got the title of a real good song here, but I’m having trouble making it happen.”

Pickles neared the table. He raised one of his pierced eyebrows and, once he had gulped down half of his beer, asked, “What’s the idea?”

“Bloodbath,” Nathan answered, then ceased stabbing at the sheet with his pencil to stare intensely at the scribbled title. “Like, a literal bathtub filled with blood! The image is fucking amazing, but what’s the story? Was there a murder? Did someone gut the guy in the tub? A pissed off chick, maybe?”

Frustrated, he brought a chipped, black nail in between his teeth. He could see the suffering he wanted to induce in his listeners, the red dribbles of sticky fluids pouring out into the warm water, but no matter where Nathan searched, couldn’t connect the pieces together.

“Bloody tub, huh?” He heard Pickles comment next to him. He took another large gulp of his beer, then pulled a chair out to take a seat besides Nathan. “Sound like my Saturday after the old snatch decided to hemorrhage out all its lining in a single night.”

Nathan dropped his finger from his mouth. “Uhhh, what?”

“Ya’ know,” Pickles suggested, making a slight face and wiggling his brows knowingly at Nathan. Once it became clear that didn't work, he made yet another face and, with a roll of his eyes, clarified, “Periods an’ shit.”

“Oh. Ooohhh.” Nathan slowly dragged his head up and down in barely acknowledged agreement. He saw Pickles still staring at him, and then admitted, “I didn’t think you still got… y’know…”

With a snicker, Pickles said, “Anything’s possible, as long as you still got the goods.”

“And you do?” Nathan inquired, then raised a finger over to Pickle’s stomach. “Have the goods?”

Pickles shrugged. “I think about getting the rest of the work done, but each time I start to wonder, what if it fucks with my drive?”

“Yeah, that would suck.”

Pickles downed the rest of his can before tossing it over his shoulder. Nathan watched it fly and hit one of the nearby countertops, and when returned to his notebook, he saw the title mocking him and inwardly groaned.

When he looked away, he saw Pickles back in the fridge, picking up the rest of the six pack he had typed with earlier.

“So, you filled a bathtub with your own blood?” he asked aloud, which, thankfully, gauged Pickles' interest.

“Well, sorta. Obviously I didn't bleed out. But it got real nasty,” Pickles answered. His smiles stretched from ear to ear as Nathan narrowed in on him. “Mind you, I ain’t spilling just blood here. There’s bits and pieces coming out of me.”

Nathan’s eyes widened. “Meat?”

“Well, err, the inner lining of the uterus,” Pickles corrected. He thought about it for a minute, rubbing his head all the meanwhile. “So, uuuuh, yeah? Kinda?”

“And this happens to you every month?” Nathan’s lower lip curled inward as he tried to imagine the scene, along with having to endure such a cycle for all of his existence.

“Well, not every month,” Pickles replied oh-so casually. “More like, once in a blue moon. Unusually after a heavy bender. Too much booze fucks with the hormones.”

“Oh, that’s not too bad,” Nathan remarked, notably relieved by the notion, until he remembered just how much and often he and Pickles drank till they blacked out. Confusion hurriedly blanketed his mind as he struggled to gauge how much was required to fit under the term “heavy bender.”

Pickles nodded in return, then cracked open another can of boose. “Yeah, but when it rains it pours.”

“What do you mean?”

Pickles held in a chuckle. “I swear, when I’m on the rag, I bleed out all at once.” He brought up a hand as though to stop Nathan from suggesting. “Again, not enough to fill a tub, but it’s enough to ruin some nice bed sheets. Oh, and the cramps.”

“Cramps?”

Nathan got cramps, usually when he consumed too much diary. When he tried to bridge the conversation with his example, though, Pickles held in a snort and hooks his head.

“Imagine what Mags did to you, but smack dab in the middle of yer’ naughty bits,” he explained, and earned an immediate cringe from Nathan. With a haughty smirk, he continued, “You got a muscle design to keep shut, and now it’s gotta force itself open so it can expel a bunch of rotten flesh and blood. Doesn’t matter what you tell the damn doctors either, they give you the same shitty painkillers and say take two every six to eight hours.” Pickles raised a can to the very thought, then loudly slurped at the fizz gathering at the top. Once he had thoroughly finished the can, he placed down upon the table with a rough clank. He wiped his upper lip with the back of his hand and said, “I take about five per sitting.”

“That sounds…” Nathan fell into a silence as he tried, but failed, to imagine himself in such a situation, “Well, Intense.”

Reaching for his third can, Pickles responded, “Oh, it is. And it used to be worse.”

“...what?”

Nathan couldn't fathom how something that was supposedly natural would be any worse than what Pickles had currently described.

Luckily for him, Pickles seemed to have no issue openly sharing the dirty details. “Dood, before I started HRT, I was irregular as hell,” he began, “I’d have two in a month, go three months without anything happening, then suddenly end up spending days at the hospital thinking I was about to die.” Nathan swallowed a dry lump as Pickles stared out into a distant memory, his freckles becoming more visibly abundant as his expression started to pale from the past trauma. He brought a hand on his chest. “My fucking nips hurt,” he started, “and I’d get pissed real easily. And the cramps! The pain was so bad I’d dry heave or spit up the plasticky, hospital water the nurses handed me. Like, you’ve seen me mad before? I can be pissy, but the anger I experienced while waiting for the IV drugs to induce my painless coma was insufferable. I wanted to rip those smart-ass doctors a new one, but couldnt cause if I moved too much I’d fucking vomit.” Pickles stuck out a dry tongue and feigned a heave as he reenacted the experience. “And you know my bitch of a mother wanted nothing to do with the ol’ B.C. So it was like that until I had money for a regular prescription. Soaking cold hospital sheets with my fucking blood clots while being so sick and hateful that just thinkin’ about looking into the mirror made me wanna jump out the window.”

Looking up, Pickles tossed his third can. Maybe it was because he was thinking of his mother, but Nathan noticed the force in Pickles’ throw. The can crashed into the ground, and Nathan stared at the deformed tab leading into the crooked hole, and he couldn't break away as it leaked out the remains of dark, fizzy beer.

He eventually caught Pickles watching him. “Oh” was all Nathan could stammer, then returned to a state of absolute silence from the horror his friend had casually constructed.

“Yeah, but that was a long time ago,” Pickles replied after some time, giving them both ample time to recover, though Nathan still remained uncomfortably silent. He picked himself off from his chair, took the rest of his half-consumed six pack by the plastic rim, and flashed a pleased grin. “Thanks fer listening, Nathan.”

“Uhhh, no problem.” Nathan replied, his eyes looking far into the distance. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. “And, uhh, sorry about all of that.”

He continued to stare out long after Pickles left the kitchen and retreated back into his domains. Nathan counted the days since Saturday, and then shirked in his seat. By the time his stomach had settled, Nathan’s remaining poptart had returned to its stony, tasteless state, though by now eating was out of the question. Instead, he brought a finger over to his sinking glasses, and pushed them up his sweaty bridge, back to his wary stare. Nathan glanced at the title of Dethklok’s next song scribbled on his notebook and, with a slight look of disgust, began to write.

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[a-soft-hornytiny]

Ateez MTL likely to be romantic

Mtl: to be romantic.

I think all of them are pretty romantic so I sorted this by the size and kind of romantic gestures they‘d do for you.

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Most

Seonghwa

Yunho

Wooyoung

San

Hongjoong

Jongho

Yeosang

Mingi

Least

Seonghwa/Yunho: oh my. you are getting BURIED in love. They do all the classics. Movie date, Picnic Date, Beach date, tracing the way to your bed with roses, Amusement Park date, Restaurant date, Park date. You get the idea. They CONSTANTLY tell you how amazing and loves you are and how they don’t deserve you. Which you obviously protest against. They look at you with stars in their eyes (yes im talking Yunho looking at Mingi stars in their eyes)

Wooyoung/San: Wooyoung would be cooking for you all the time. Whatever and whenever you want. Always giving you cuddles and making sure to touch you 24/7. Both of them would probably constantly tease you with cheesy pick up lines. San would be attached to you at all times, always telling you how amazing and beautiful and wonderful you are. They would bring you little gifts to remind you how loved you are.

Hongjoong/Jongho: Love songs. A lot of love songs. Hongjoong would write the most beautiful lyrics for you even if he spends a lot of time away from you in the studio. He would make sure that every day when you listen to music you are reminded that he loves you. Jongho would do something similar. He would send you voice messages throughout the day singing you little love songs. One of his favourite romantic gestures is singing you to sleep.

Yeosang/Mingi: listen, these boys are romantic as well. They are just a bit shy and don’t like to show it. They don’t like spending money as much so they will usually just plan a little movie night at home on the couch. Their way of showing you how much they love you spending time with you, no matter what you are doing. Yeosang is definitely the type to blush every time something romantic happens. And Mingi just throws himself at you as soon as it’s getting comfortable.

I am not claiming to know how they behave/would behave. This is pure imagination.

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Tags: @jonghoisbabie @multidreams-and-desires @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers-writes @serialee @crimsonbubble @cometoceantrenches @em--ilysm @deja-vux @kawaiiloli00 @ddeonghwva @aaaaajonghooooo @sansbun @cookies-n-joong @plonys @hijirikaww @nari-nim @yunkiwii @mingi-ivity @racheloveyunho @seongsangsgf @jhmylove @lizsvcks @yunhobabygurl @leoninadecorazones @kerra-that-one-random-fangirl @star1117-archives

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It's the works I'm currently working on (thanks Frelon, it's in the name) and in what order it'll be posted.

Orochimaru taking care of children (fluff, gen, 60%)

NSFW Alphabet Kakashi (smut with mostly sub Kakashi, 30%)

Ekko/Scarred!Reader (fluff & smut, 0%)

Akatsuki w/ urophilia/pissing kink (heavy smut, 30%)

Orochimaru general NSFW headcanon (smut, 10%)

NSFW Alphabet Endeavour (smut, 0%)

Grayson reader's petname (fluff & smut, 40%)

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