#Of course I thrist of all of them

[sylverstorms]

How the K/DA members react to their fans demanding a kiss on-stage:

Akali is hesitant, at first, but only for your sake. She turns to face you while the crowd endlessly chants your ‘ship’ name, making sure her fringe covers her searching gaze from the cameras. The same deep, ocean blues that shine like azurites underneath the glittery floodlights, that you absolutely cannot meet without your cheeks feeling like they’re bursting into flames. 

Whatever she sees in you during those stolen seconds must be enough for her, because the next heartbeat she has taken a brave step forward, warm hands cradling your jaw and neck like something utterly fragile and completely precious. The last thing you see is her faint, private smile drawing closer before you instinctively close your eyelids...

Just like that she’s kissing you. Slim, balmy lips caress your own, soft as cotton and far gentler than you could have ever imagined –and you did dare imagine this, during moments of weakness in lonely nights. She starts out slow, gives you time to relax into it before her mouth parts slightly against yours, asking for more. 

On one hand, you’ve already given much more than what your thirsty fans asked for. You should stop. You should, but… you feel her pull you closer, the tremble of her breath against your lips. And that does you in. The very tips of your tongues meet and move together for a heated, electric moment you both savor like fine wine, before you break apart, chuckling in embarrassment.

Gods above, your stomach is filled with butterflies. 

Seeing the red color dusting her beautiful face, you think maybe you’re not the only one who has them. 

Kai’sa hugs you easily –it’s almost a habit by now– at the end of the concert, yet turns beet-red the millisecond people start demanding you kiss. She steps back, refuses to meet your eye as the voices get louder, but you both know your fans will not stop until they are appeased. With a deep breath, you accept your fellow popstar is never going to make the first move, therefore the task falls onto you. 

You touch her waist gently, assuringly. Gorgeous violets shyly rise to meet your gaze. Surely, your eyes convey, a kiss between the two of you is not the end of the world. You always cuddle when watching movies with the group, you have fallen asleep in the same bed, once or twice. Both of you think the other is good-looking and there’s solid trust between you. This doesn’t have to be awkward.

Kai’sa seems to agree as she places one hand on your shoulder and the other finds yours. Your free palm slides to her side, caressing the bare skin at the cuts of her tight-fitting outfit. You lean in…

Her lips smell like peach gloss, you note before you kiss them. And –oh, she’s so soft and pliable against you. Everything about her is buttery sweetness. No wonder you cannot get enough. What was meant as a chaste peck turns into a legitimate liplock; you’re sucking on her lower lip and the worst –best?– part is that she seems in no rush to pull away.

A soft sound in the back of her throat snaps you out of the daze before your tongue slips into her mouth and this really gets out of control. 

Breaking apart under the sounds of endless cheers, red-faced, Kai’sa squeezes your hand tight. She does not let go. 

Ahri doesn’t seem fazed by the demand, nor did you expect her to be. Her bow-shaped, pink lips merely curve into a slow smile capable of charming the coldest of hearts, crystalline tails ever moving behind her in gentle, hypnotic waves. When she angles her torso towards you, reaches up with graceful fingers to guide her microphone out of the way, her intention clear, you forget what it means to breathe. Ahri fixes you with her smokey, endlessly blue eyes and crooks a finger. 

“Come to me, sweetheart.” she beckons. Still, you hesitate. Until she silently mouths “Don’t you trust me?”  

It isn’t her you don’t trust, it’s your body’s reactions to her. You are placed in a spot where you don’t exactly have a multitude of options, though, so you summon what is left of your courage and walk up to her. As soon as you step close, her arms rise to guide you into her. Her touch trails up your shoulders like water; one hand wraps around your neck, the other weaving through your hair to cup your nape.

“Don’t be afraid.” comes her gentle whisper, practically against the corner of your mouth.

When she kisses you, it is like every dream blossoms to life. Her vanilla scent, her sweet taste, the softness of her tails brushing your legs and sides, all feel like you’re floating, suspended between the clouds and heaven. Ahri’s thumb rolls in little circles underneath your ear and the whine you give has her smiling against you. 

Then her tongue licks over your bottom lip and you nearly die. The velvet trace of it over yours melts you in her arms. With a parting suck on your bottom lip she draws back, flashing the cameras a wink and a brilliant smile.

Meanwhile, her hand still caresses your neck, as if telling you to breathe. 

Uh-oh. That look is burning-hot trouble. It is the definition of eye-sex.

Evelynn already has her arm around your shoulders when the audience starts chanting for you to kiss. No way that’s happening, you muse with a shake of your head. Sadly for them, she doesn’t much care what others think, fans or media, nor does she aim to please anybody other than herself.

You make to extract yourself from her side, except… you find that her hold tightens. The diva turns to you, pins you in place with a liquid smirk and lidded amber eyes peeking above the rim of her mauve sunglasses… 

Your stomach plummets and shatters before she even traps your chin between a thumb and curled pointer, before the deadly sin that is her purple-glossed mouth descends on yours. Her full lips cover your own like smoke, taste like the sweetest poison you can’t help but drink in. Sounds are muted to your ears. Thoughts on your surroundings dissipate. You are in darkness; the only thing you are allowed to feel is her. 

Evelynn does not ask for permission to deepen the kiss; she just takes it. Her thumb guides your mouth slightly more open and then her tongue slithers in, rolling around your own while the fiery seal of her lips never breaks. Your knees nearly give out from underneath you. 

By the time she’s satisfied, pulling back, readjusting her mic with long, manicured fingers, you are left as shaken as a house after an earthquake. You do not hear whatever risque thing she says to the crowd, only feel her thumb wipe the lipstick mark off the corner of your mouth. You have half a mind not to turn into her touch.

Minutes later, you have almost managed to compose yourself. That is, until she leans in again, her breath hovering over your ear this time;

“Darling.” she drawls. “Shall we continue this at the hotel?”  

[iztea]

i think one of my biggest pet peeves is when you're trying to explain or delve deeper into a topic that's *a bit* more complex or challenging with someone and they immediately cut you off and resort to making jokes about their head hurting or dumbing it down to a cartoonish level for,,, comedic effect i guess

[phant0mth1ef]

girl dad bakugou hcs / can be read as a standalone or as part 5 to bakugou x support course reader

- whenever they wanted to play dress up, the man would argue with two five year olds happily oblige and put on a custom made princess dress that you had bought him.

- his kids were big deku fans growing up and everytime he was forced to buy merchandise he would secretly grind his teeth and grip the shopping cart handle just a little harder.

- he ended up having to take them to meet deku and he was ticked off the whole time, but still took and framed the photo of his two little girls that were as happy as they could be.

- his daughters were daddy’s girls through and through.

- his fans would definitely make thrist trap posts about him as a dilf, and you’d read them to him as he made dinner, almost falling off the kitchen counter while trying to catch your breath when someone said “till? WE’RE NOT STOPPING ❌”

- his fans would also post about how the biggest and baddest man is getting bossed around by you on a daily, making him seem small and meek.

- although he tries his hardest to keep his little family out of the spotlight, they do sometimes end up making the front page & his daughters are always dressed to the 9’s and posing in full force for the cameras.

- it was as if each kid was a carbon copy of him, inheriting his hair and red eyes, one even going so far as to get a similar quirk, and your other daughter wanted to be just like her mother, pursuing a career in the support course.

- one of his daughters actually wanted to go to shiketsu but he wouldn’t allow it.

“anything that isn’t ua is just less than! all the second rate heroes came from shiketsu and i will not allow my daughter to become second rate like that damn wind dude!” he was sitting on the couch while your daughter was trying to discuss shiketsu’s entrance exam with you.

- his daughters called him mister boom boom from the age of 4 to about… wait they never stopped calling him that!

- he wanted to name one of your kids dyna and the other might.

- you settled and let him have dyna but got to name your other kid who you named akari after your favorite assistant at mirko’s agency.

- his daughters worshipped him growing up but begun to make fun of him as they got older due to his funny lack of temper and the way he never talked back to you. ever.

- he made sure his daughters knew to never settle for less.

- imagine how annoyed he was when dyna came home talking about this boy she had met at ua, an electric type.

“hah?” “you are not dating dunce face’s offspring! break it off now! the dude’s second rate and i’m sure that kid of his is too! not good enough. no way.”

- glared at kaminari’s son the whole time when she brought him and his family over to meet you.

- akari was just like you, and maybe that’s why your husband chose not to anger her as much as he did dyna, but he always made sure to show up to her support events, and to always be her number one fan at each and every one of them bevause he remembered something you’d said back in highschool.

“support is a great career path, i just wish people would acknowledge it more because we don’t get nearly enough attention for as much as we do.”

- would instantly try to intimidate every boy your daughters ever brought him, kinda like phil dunphy in that one modern family scene where it’s like:

“that’s my little girl! i need her to know no guy on earth is good enough for her.”

- ultimately the man just loves his daughters and is so happy that he has them despite the fact that sometimes he doesn’t seem like it.

[goldfades]

Can you do a pt.2 of UConn wbb manager headcannon pleasee

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ UCONN WBB MANAGER

─ warnings | mentions of injuries, fluffy, nothing else?

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal @uraesthete @hello-nah817 @wanderlusturous and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

there are soooo many videos of manager getting upset over dumb calls that they make on the court

and people like read her lips and it's so funny because she'll just cuss them out not knowing there's a camera on her

like she gets pissed but since she can't get involved, she'll just talk to herself as she takes pictures

they become reaction pictures

the caption would be like "when my mom pisses me off but i can't let her hear" or something like that

there are a lot of videos of manager being really sassy but there are PLENTY of her being a sweetheart

especially to fans!!!!!!

not necessarily like clips or anything but anyone who's met her LOVES HER

she will gladly take pics of you and the player she's with, and not only that but baby girl will get ALL the angles

it's adorable

i feel everyone is very protective of manager but ESPECIALLY kk and paige because they're like her guard dogs

this may be like a really niche example but kinda like kiyoko in haikyuu??? yeah...

also NIKA

paige/kk get really protective over literally anything so it's just them tryna make you laugh when they're protective, but you/nika have a different dynamic where it's like

if anyone tries to disrespect you, not only will they have to deal with paige/kk but NIKA

and she's sm scarier than them no offense...

you know you've made into manager's heart when she starts to tease you because she's like... not being too professional with you anymore

especially like the freshman, ooo she loves teasing them

in this ask, where nonnie talks about how the team brings out manager's soft side is sooo true

like she may seem like a cold-stone bitch but in reality, she's NOT !! not even a tiny bit, poor girl just has the worst case of rbf EVER

her soft side comes out when any of the girls get injures, oh my gosh

she's the first to come to their aid and help them

and she's always there for them after the fact cus she knows how hard injuries can be when you play a support

she's there emotionally and talks them through it, makes sure that they know they're still part of the team injury or not, and of course that she loves them!!

AND she's very soft with the girls when they're going through stuff outside of basketball

relationship issues, family issues, drama within your friendgroup, baby girl is there to help them through it!!!!!

but she's not just like "therapist" friend, trust the team in return knows when theres something up w her and will do everything in their power to help her

and jump whoever hurt you

when manager gets her nails done, the team gets SOOO hurt bc they can't get theirs done bc of basketball so they get super mad at her (jokingly ofc)

so she just rubs it in their faces to get them angry LMAOOO, its very funny to witness

every once in a blue mood, manager will post a thrist trap and OH MY GOD

the entire team is in her comments hyping flirting with her up!!

and especially after uconn kinda blows up on tiktok, you bet those old thirst traps will make themselves into the damn edits

you and paige will hang out during that time and just look at edits while laughing your asses off (but paige is lowkey into yours cus she favorites them)

OOOO AND SHE FORGETS THAT THE EDITORS CAN SEE WHEN SHE SAVES THEM SO SHE JUST GETS EXPOSED AND EVERYONE'S JUST LIKE PAIGEEEE PLS 😭😭

i feel like there's def an edit with the audio "milkshake instrumental" bc everyone thinks u give off like... mean girl vibes

BUT EVERYONE FALLS IN LOVE WITH U BC OF IT, IF THAT MAKES IT???

↳ make sure to check out my navigation or masterlist if you enjoyed! any interaction is greatly appreciated !

↳ thank you for reading all the way through, as always ♡

[crispytime]

Do you think Gaster’s (Handplates) actions are forgivable?

I know my whole online presence is thristing and praising this stupid skeleton man but joy and whimsy aside, his actions were cruel and not justifiable no matter what you tell me. Whats that one saying that goes like “Those who cry after are no better than those who don’t” or something

Short answer: No, absolutely not 😰

Long Answer: His actions were HORRENDOUS 😭 He knew what he was doing was wrong and illegal yet he still did it “for the greater good.” He shows guilt during and after, even in a Mercyplates variant where he didn’t even do anything he still knew what he was doing was wrong. Torturing 2 CHILDREN, on top of that YOUR BIOLOGICAL children, is one of the worst things you can do 😕 As much as I can go off about everything he’s done to those 2, from a story perspective I LOVE his whole arc, even if it was cruel. my points are all over the place so sorry if its confusing or off topic. Who’s ready for an English teacher rant abt why curtains are blue

I like how his story is KIND OF told backwards. He is seen from the brothers’ perspective mostly as well which influences our perspective of him. He’s introduced as a stoic and cold scientist who will do anything for the sake of scientific discovery and freedom, we get very small glimpses at his true character that can easily be missed behind the mask he puts up and all the torture and head blowing up 😭 As the lab arc continues and he starts making more and more bad decisions fueled off his curiousity, it’s super easy to just say, “he’s a horrible person.”

Near the end of the lab arc as he starts to wear himself out, his mask starts to fade and he slips up more often. We can see him make decisions from his heart instead of what he told himself he should be doing. Of course Sans and Papyrus catch on 🥰 But this also gives Papyrus a chance to reach through to him. This time we are able to see more of who he really is. In his discussion w Papyrus about the little skeleton in the war (that obviously isnt him 🙄 /s) He is plagued with guilt following the war, he believes that if he had done something, he could have saved his family and species. This little snippit of his backstory tells us that this is his main motivater (and later more emphasized in little flashbacks after his fall.) We know the King had to essentially sacrifice himself in order to free his people, and in brief pages we see Asgore means A LOT to him. He won’t let himself “sit around and do nothing” as he is about to lose one of the only people he has left. As he and Papyrus have a debate about if the little skeleton was right or wrong, he does lash out. It’s easier for him to accept that he is a bad person doing bad things and he does take it rough from Paps 😬

We can sympathize with him now because we know he is doing it out of good intention. That he wanted to find SOMEWAY to break the barrier and save Asgore. Despite his efforts, he also grows attatched to the brothers and it sways him to drop the project near the end of the lab arc, ESP after the goopster incident. Even with his interactions with Asgore and Alphys, we see he isn’t really the person he pretends to be. He cares about them, he cares about the brothers. During the goopster incident where he fights for the brothers’ lives against his junk data(?) we also gain another point to sympathize with him because even if his life was on the line, he still jumped to defend the brothers (the whole time denying it and being exposed by his evil goop clone). He is no longer this evil scientist who is torturing 2 little kids for the sake of science. We see he is also a war victim who is doing all he can to protect the ones he cares about (even if it’s at the expense of others). For some people, it gets harder and harder to label him. He is a good (and traumatized) person doing bad things. Does that still make him good or does it make him bad?

After his fall and we become way more brothers focused, we start to get flashbacks into Gaster’s perspective. Parts that we didn’t see before, the war, his relationship with other characters, and his build up to starting the project. To keep summarize bc its already really long, its my point earlier. It builds to his character, we gain more depth and personality. Gaster becomes more “human” yadda yadda yadda 😿

In the void, we see he has been floating between the bonds of reality torturing HIMSELF essentially. On top of the insane guilt he felt after everything he’s done, it all meant nothing. He sacrificed his entire life into a project just for his entire existence to be forgotten and yeah he’s gonna be pretty jacked up. More sympathetic YOU GET MY POINT. He tries to push Sans and Papyrus away but Papyrus won’t allow it. Gaster knows and accepts that what he did was unforgivable and we get this sad anime angst battle between the 2. Gaster has shown a LOT of remorse and Papyrus uses this as hope to “redeeming” him. Sans not so much, he is rightfully angry about all the pain and trauma Gaster has permanently inflicted on them both. From Sans’ perspective, he knew he didn’t deserve what happened to him. He was left scarred and bitter after everything and he cannot forgive him for that. But for Papyrus, being who he is, wants his dad. He’s seen from Gaster’s actions (and memories) that he is a “good person” inside. That he made choices based on his past experiences. Papyrus DOES still recognize that they were bad decisions and he also didn’t deserve any of it but gives him a chance to become better, he knows Gaster WANTS to be better. He makes up with Sans and Papyrus (mostly papyrus) (only papyrus..) and they live happily ever after!….yeah… 🥰

Long story short, Gaster made a lot of atrocious decisions because of past trauma. He cared for people and felt the need to save them in an attempt to heal something broken in him, but in the process he made things significantly worse for himself and the brothers who were unfairly wrapped into his mess. He is a victim who became an abuser, projecting his past experiences onto the brothers in cruel and inhumane ways, hurting and torturing them in horrific ways for the sake of his curiousity and making them “strong enough” to achieve his already impossible goal in a blur of desperation.

He is a morally grey character which causes the big divide of opinions on him. Which is fair honestly, he’s complex. (i probably mischaracterized him in my rant too, sorry 😢)

I don’t think his actions are forgivable, no matter how much remorse he shows or how much he changes and improves. I’ve run out of words to describe how bad his actions were. He can become better, yes. But I will never forgive and forget something of that level.

thanks for reading my ginormous rant, I’m sorry if it was confusing hard to read, or just didn’t make sense 😭 I’m a disorganized person with a chaotic thinking style 💔

feel free to tell me your thoughts! I’d like to read them :)💛

[marizzasblog]

² BECOMING AN ACADEMIC ACHIEVER (And Maintaining It) ✿

First of all, have you ever come to wonder how a certain individual's succession came to be?

How were they able to rise on top, eventually catching everyone's attention and receiving all the wealth and glory you could ever wish to be bestowed to yourself. Of course, a lot of people already had answers to such an obvious question. They would say, "he's naturally capable." "he's naturally talented." "it's the GENES." or even, "it's a wealthy privilege." People would often connect an individual's succession with the natural order of things, which is admittedly a fact, but does that also imply that anyone who isn't born with exceptional privileges already tailing after them cannot succeed? I do not think so.

In the matters of academics, which is mostly our primary stepping stone to success, that definitely isn't the case as well. There are several ways to prosper in school, and graduate as an academic achiever, even if you started as a student who was typically greeted with a glaringly number of 75 percent on your report card.

And that is to PERSEVERE.

Cliché, no? Oh, the number of times we've seen this word literally everywhere. But fret not, because the word "persevere" is a generic term. Persevering, conventionally, is an act of pushing through no matter the hurdles you come across. As a student aiming to become one of the academic achievers, persevering is a powerful kind of mindset which allows you to resort to any appropriate means in order to succeed in your goal.

Persevering is the the positivity — the confidence you instill in your head, thinking that everything will be fine. Regardless of the difficulty of the subject. Regardless of your brain's incapability of concentrating, and inserting complicated terms, definitions or formulas in your head for a long of time. Regardless of these frustrating hurdles, you're still capable enough of searching for other ways to deal with your own weakness.

For example:

You will start reviewing your notes as soon as you woke up in the morning in preparation for today's quiz or performance task.

You will start listening carefully to class, taking notes, searching Google to further comprehend the topic.

You will start implementing abstinence on yourself, locking one of the most distracting applications off your home screen, and then turning on the 'Do Not Disturb' mode so that the chats from your friends or the notifications from your favorite personality posting their new content would not disturb you.

You will also start forcing yourself — hypnotizing your brain that Math and Science is indeed A PIECE OF CAKE.

That is perseverance.

But is that all? After all the difficulties you experienced, the hard work, the number of times you prayed, you finally managed to earn yourself a majority of 90+ percent grade in your report card, resulting to an average of 90 percent and you finally got to be one of the academic achievers in your class. Now what? How do we maintain this now?

The simple answer to that, naturally, is to MAINTAIN. An entrepreneur becoming a billionaire after a decade of hardwork, or a singer finally gaining fame won't just stop after that and idle away as they sat on their new, glimmering, golden throne. They will try to MAINTAIN. But how exactly? Rinse and repeat.

After all the success you earned, you cannot start labeling yourself as someone "rich" or "intelligent" or even "iconic". You must not develop the thought that everything will stay, and will always do, because it does not, on the other hand, instantly labeling yourself as such will never bring anything good for you. Be humble.

You will eventually thrist, if you stop filling the drum with water. You will eventually starve, if you stop planting crops on your garden. It happens.

You must do everything again — everything you've done — before you arrived at this point, and develop the habit of working hard to maintain.

By: MARIZZA

[bigahhhhhhhh]

The hipocrisy of the Maojou fandom to me is hilarious like... I just stumbled upon a person on Pinterest saying how they wanted to get Leo (from the anime of course) pregnant; and I just hum... Talked about his role in the manga and how there was more for him in the manga too and how him and Suya seemed to be romantically involved; and the person just freaked out. This was their EXACT reaction:

"WTF??? Isn't he over 500 and the princess is 19???"

Like????? Excuse me... So YOU are allowed to thrist over this guy but the moment an actual woman from his fictional world does the same all hell breaks loose?? I am starting to see a pattern here akskakskks.

This is just, and I am probably going in a stretch over this, but anyways... Internalized misoginy at this point... When the anime was airing I remember a BIG majority of people thirsting for Leo, like A LOT, many even started to read the manga because of him; but when it's actually revealed that the main character actually thinks the same way you guys are like "uh??? Wait... What????"

Why can you guys be into him and she can't?? Where do we draw the line?? Like??? You guys do know that he isn't real right?? You guys can't actually date him... You guys do KNOW that... Right??? Like.... Uh???

And it's not Leo's fault either... Suya made his life hell, being everywhere he was and driving him crazy, being it directly or indirectly; and whenever he tries to stop himself from going after her or tries to draw the line in the sand she just doesn't accept a no for an answer and goes after him stronger than before... She DOES NOT wanna be just friends, and that is very clear, or at least seems to be the case when you read the manga and pays attention to the signs.

I don't understand why people get so mad... You can be into the older anime guy, but the actual girl that is there can't? Honestly... I think she is one of the most realistic women I have ever seen in a long time in midia; I can relate to Suya a lot, including in the aspect of looking younger than I actually should look, like when I was 19 people really thought that was like 16-17 and I was already in university working and stuff... It would be weird for her to not like him honestly... She spends a lot of time with him, he treats her very nice, is respectful, takes care of her, screams at her when she does bad stuff and explains why she can't do them, cooks for her, brushes her hair, gives her presents, respects her boundaries, goes on dates with her, presents her to his family, is handsome, is rich, has a good job, likes kids, likes animals, is very smart, is very kind, always compliments her when she gets a new look or whenever she does something good, appreciates being with her, etc.

Why wouldn't she like him? I am seriously very confused lol... Like there are guys attacking Leo just because he likes Suya, and at minutes before they discovered that she was into him they were like "🫦🫦🫦🫦 hum, that cleric hum... 💓💓💓" Where is the logic?? Somebody please explain it to me????

[schrijverr]

I Dig You 1

Chapter 1 out of 8

Robin is tentatively excited for her first internship: an archaeological dig in the Netherlands, where she has been studying. However, when she gets there, Steve is there too. The dick of their uni that she now has to work with. Great. But being stuck digging for six weeks makes people bond and maybe he isn’t too bad. Maybe he can be her friend.

AKA an archaeology interns, modern, enemies-to-friends stobin au

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: referenced homophobia

~~~~

Chapter 1: Encounter

Of course.

Of fucking course.

Robin will never be rid of this fucking guy, she seethes as she glares daggers into the back of Steve Harrington’s head. He hasn’t done anything in particular, he just showed up. But that was enough for Robin.

Why must he also be here? She would have totally thought he’d be in the Caribbean sieving sand instead of being here with her in a random small town in the Netherlands for his internship. It doesn’t make any sense, but here he is anyway.

Robin herself couldn’t afford to go on a uni internship, you had to pay to excavate, no thanks. She couldn’t even really afford a plane ticket home for the summer break, so she stayed in the Netherlands for her internship. A paid one, albeit only if you can count 3 euro per hour paid. It isn’t much, but otherwise she’s not getting credit for it, so alas.

However, Steve very much has Caribbean internship money. Or even Greece internship money. He could be chilling somewhere in the sun, but instead he’s here as well. And Robin doesn’t fucking get it.

She knows Steve has money, because she has been forced into his proximity since the introduction in the first year. As the two Americans in their year, they have often been grouped together and Robin would rather the uni stop. She has made her own friends. Not many or very good ones, but friends.

Enough that she doesn’t want to be stuck with Steve, whose parents bought him a house – not an apartment, but a house – when he came to study here. A house he throws so many parties at with girls who all thrist over him. It’s fucking annoying. He’s fucking annoying. And none of the pretty girls realize it and Robin wants to scream.

And instead of being rid of him for the summer, they’re stuck together for six weeks, because apparently he is on the same excavation she is.

Robin herself is here out of desperation. She has more of an interest in archaeosteology and the illnesses you can find in human remains. However, no graveyard was being excavated, so she’s getting her six weeks experience at a random excavation instead. Fine enough.

She doesn’t know what Steve is interested in, but she expects it to be something stupid like the Romans or something. Or maybe he doesn’t care for any of it and is he just doing it, because his mommy and daddy told him he had to do something and he thought archaeology would be easy. Must be regretting that now with the big practical aspect of it.

Maybe he forgot about the internships and didn’t sign up, so this is a desperate last resort to get his credits? That seems pretty likely, so Robin accepts that as reality.

Not that knowing why will change anything. And Steve doesn’t even seem to realize how much he has just ruined her summer. He just greets her with a smile as he asks: “You also interning here?”

“Yup,” Robin says, not trying to be rude, but also not feeling like being friendly.

Luckily the project leader introduces himself to them as they introduce themselves back. His name is Jeroen and he shows them the trench they’ll be working in for the first week, week and a half. Together. Great.

The excavation has been going on for a while already, but it won’t be done soon, since they’re digging at a construction site where an entire new neighborhood is being built. Robin is unfamiliar with commercial archaeology, so she listens eagerly, glad everyone here seems to speak good English. She has picked up phrases here and there, but she is far from fluent.

They’re currently working in trench five or, in Dutch, put vijf, while next to it construction is already happening on what used to be trench four. Further along trench six is already being plotted and dug by the machine excavator.

In trench five – put, Robin reminds herself, wanting to be able to get the terms right for when they’re written down, since the excavation is in Dutch – they need to dig up and record all the features, sporen in Dutch.

The two have couped at their first fieldschool, so they’re given a shovel to go with their trowel and Jeroen explains how the admin system works, before setting them loose to coup the first half of all the features – no, sporen.

Robin is half tempted to wait and see where Steve starts, so she can dig at the other side of the put, but there are already a few people digging and she wants to be friendly with the people that are going to be her coworkers, so she follows after Steve.

With Jeroen, it’s a team of nine total, including her and Steve. Since they can only work one put at a time (not to mention it’s summer break) a bigger team isn’t necessary. Robin is grateful for it, because large groups of people have never been her thing, so this smaller crew seems a lot more manageable.

Maybe this internship wouldn’t be too bad.

One woman, Astrid, takes them under her wing a little, asking: “Have you dug many coups before already?”

Robin shares a look with Steve – it’s involuntary, she swears, but it happens. Their fieldschool wasn’t exciting with nothing being found.

So, while they did get the theoretical explanation that when people in the past dug holes to place things like poles or trash, those poles and organic trash decomposed and with the new layer of soil that formed a new color dirt filled the hole, which they could now see when they dug to the C horizon in the earth. Neither of them have dug out many of the features/sporen.

However, Robin doesn’t want to admit to her own inexperience so bluntly. Steve does not have that inhibition, easily shrugging: “Like one or two. This is my first internship.” And while Robin still doesn’t like Steve, she is glad that she can just nod along.

“Alright, but you know how to do it, right?” Astrid asks, before chuckling: “It’s luckily not that hard.”

Robin awkwardly chuckles too as the two of them nod.

“I’ll draw some-” Astrid stops her sentence and turns to one of the others, who is digging further down, yelling: “Bas, wat is een goede vertaling voor coupeerhaken?”

The man in question, Bas, looks up and thinks for a second. The he yells back: “Geen idee, iets van coup hooks?”

Robin’s Dutch isn’t amazing, but she’s pretty sure Astrid just asked Bas for a translation of the word and Bas had no clue either.

She turns back to them apologetically and says: “I’m going to call them coup hooks. The little thingies to indicate what part to dig out, you know what I mean right?”

“Yeah, I do,” Robin smiles, wanting to assure Astrid.

“I would have no clue what to call them otherwise,” Steve adds and Robin feels vaguely annoyed, because she is pretty sure Astrid’s smile back is directed at Steve, not her.

“Anyway,” Astrid moves on. “I’ll draw some for you until you get the hang of them. And just give a holler if you find anything, you’ll know because you’ll hear your shovel break it.”

Robin still finds the idea of breaking any finds horrifying, but it seems to be part of it. And she doesn’t want to pull attention to it, so she just thanks Astrid and follows after her with Steve to the first two sporen so they can start digging.

Astrid quickly explains: “The card with the… uh, spoornummer… Ah, featurenumber! When you’re done digging stick it in to the side, so we know it hasn’t been drawn in yet.”

“And photos?” Robin asks, proud at herself for managing to speak up and ask about something she’s confused about instead of being anxious about it in private. College is good her her. Growth and all that.

To answer her question, Astrid gets a company phone with a sturdy case that functions as a camera and explains the admin app for photos to them. She points to where the North arrow and folding ruler are, before leaving them to it.

Now couping can be a little boring, especially in put five where there is apparently nothing to be found in the sporen. So they’re just digging to find out what shape the discolored earth is in the hopes of figuring out what its function used to be.

She and Steve work in silence for most of it. He tries to start a few conversations, but she isn’t really in the mood to talk to him, more focused on creating a neat little square for a coup and not letting her vibe be ruined by Steve.

They have two breaks that day of half an hour, one is on the boss, but they have to pay for the other themselves. So after eight and a half hours, Robin says goodbye to the first day of her summer internship.

While it was kinda fun, she is glad to be done for the day. She still has two and a half hours in public transport ahead of her, before she’s home and can rinse off the dirt and sweat, something she is looking forward too. As she checks in, she sends a small thank you for free public transport for students to the sky, because she couldn’t afford the daily commute otherwise to this outer corner of the Netherlands.

The next day her alarm goes early in the morning and she’s glad she doesn’t have roommates in her student housing, because they would probably hate her with how she’s grumbling and stumbling around in her studio.

At the dig site, Steve looks way too chipper for the hour and she sends him a glare. He looks a little confused, maybe even hurt by it and she feels a bit bad. However, she stuffs the emotion away and grabs a shovel. Steve is an asshole, she probably just imagined it.

Again, they’re digging coups the whole day. The sun is burning and the ground is drying out, making it incredibly difficult to get through. So, they’re all sweaty and a bit burnt when the first break is finally here. Robin finds it quite funny how they’re all re-applying sunscreen together, sitting in a circle.

And so the days continue.

That first week Robin gets into a rhythm. She stumbles out of bed early in the morning, dozes in the train, dozes in the bus, before having to walk the last bit to the dig site. There they dig all day, putting on sunscreen during both breaks, before she takes the bus and train again, showering when she gets home and shoveling down an easy meal. Digging makes you hungry. Then she writes her daily reports, before falling into bed.

She also tries to make contact with the other people they work with. All of them are nice and their English is great – not an odd detail, considering most of them studied at the university in English, taking the same courses she is now.

However, they’ve worked in the field along other Dutch people since their graduation, so it’s habit to fall back in the language. Robin gets it, but she feels awkward reminding them that she can’t follow along. Her Dutch isn’t that great yet. So, she kind of fades to the background.

Steve is in the same boat as her, though he has less trouble reminding him he doesn’t speak Dutch, which Robin is reluctantly grateful for.

She knows she could be taking with Steve, since he won’t default to Dutch on accident, but she is holding on to her grudge. Not that Steve is making it easy. He seems perfectly nice and charming, which grates on her nerves.

And makes it very difficult to dislike him. Something that makes Robin dislike him even more and that only fuels her silence.

Not that it has deterred Steve from talking to her. He must have gotten tired of reminding people around Thursday that first week and has taken up talking to her during their breaks. It’s nothing interesting, just classes, professors, friends, parties, other shit he did. He doesn’t seem to mind her lack of replies.

Robin has to admit that Steve is funny too. Fucking annoying that is. But the jokes he makes are hilarious and she has to bite her lip not to laugh. She doesn’t like Steve, she reminds herself, she’s not giving him the satisfaction of laughing.

She breaks on Tuesday of week two. It’s about the stupidest joke too. Steve is telling her about how he got rejected for a date at a faculty party, groaning: “And she turned me down all because I told her that I dug her. You know, digging? Because we’re archaeologists. That’s a great joke, works on Argyle every-”

He cuts himself off in surprise, eyes growing wide as he looks at her. It’s only when he falls silent that she realizes she laughed.

An embarrassed blush covers her cheeks immediately and she looks away with a huff. “It’s a good pun,” she admits, as though under duress. It isn’t that good, but it’s funny.

For a second she regrets admitting that, until she chances a glance at Steve and sees him wearing a proud, self-satisfied grin. It almost looks as if trying to get her to laugh had been his goal all along and she doesn’t know how to feel about it.

The gesture is sweet, but for all she knows, he could be trying to get into her pants. She hates when guys try to do that.

“Thanks,” he smiles at her, oblivious to her inner musings. Then he blows her expectations out of the water when he laughs: “I should stop trying that line on girls, honestly. The only time it every worked was when I asked out Tommy, but that was never going to be more than a fling.”

“You’re… queer?” Robin asks, too surprised to hide it.

“Yeah, bi. Didn’t you know?” Steve asks in return, frowning a little. “I thought for sure we talked a little at that lgbtq hang out thing back in first year.”

They had, Robin remembers that and now she feels a little terrible for her bitter thoughts as she admits: “I thought you were only there to get into Tammy’s pants.”

Steve is quiet for a moment and just when Robin thinks he’s going to get mad or upset – neither of which are good since Robin gets anxious when people are mad and uncomfortable when they’re upset – Steve laughs again.

It surprises Robin almost more than the earlier revelation. He looks at her with a grin and says: “To be fair, I was trying to get into Tammy’s pants.”

He looks so kind as he says it, so nonjudgmental – unlike Robin had been – like he doesn’t care that she kinda erased his identity and called him performative. Maybe there is more to Steve than she had realized, she thinks, as she allows herself to smile back and say: “Sorry.”

Steve shrugs: “It’s okay. I try not to flaunt it too much anyway. Can’t have word coming back to my folks back home, you know.”

Robin flinches a little at that. Her own parents are cool and have always been, but she’s still forced into a dress whenever they go by her conservative grandmother, having to listen to all the advice about how to get a husband.

“That sucks,” she tells him genuinely, because they queers have to stick together.

“Tell me about it,” Steve chuckles, fortunately not sounding too bothered about the whole thing. “I guess it could be worse. My dad wanted me to be a legacy at Yale, then he would have heard all about what I’ve been doing from his old buddies. Now I got a whole ocean between us and no eyes on me at all. Just have to be careful about what I put online, but that’s it.”

It sounds like he’s underselling how much it sucks, but Robin isn’t going to push. If Steve is trying to undersell it, then he probably doesn’t want to talk about it. So, she just awkwardly goes: “That’s nice.”

Luckily, she is saved by the break ending and the two go out into the field again, digging even more coups.

They’re almost done with put five and put six has already being dug. There hasn’t been much inside the coups here, but they’re optimistic about more being found elsewhere, since they’re currently on the outer edge of what used to be a settlement instead of at the center.

This time, when they’re out digging, Robin actually talks back to Steve. She has decided that he can’t be all bad and digging in silence was kind of a bummer. So, she’s giving him a chance and hoping her faith isn’t misplaced. It would suck if Steve truly is a douche.

~~

A/N:

I wanted Robin to be interested in proto-languages and how you can trace migration and interaction through language, but idk enough about it, so I went with archaeosteology because it fits with Robin too and I know a little bit more of it, though not too much either lol (im planning on projecting my own interests onto Steve bc they fit him better)

Also rip Roman arch, u can be interesting, but ur also the normie archaeology that gets way too hyped for no reason xp

I’m 100% Astrid trying to translate subject specific lingo and struggling, though I manage to do it both ways lmaooo

Also I love couping, idc what people say, it’s not boring and while it might be hard work, it is quite fun when you get into it

(btw, I think international students sadly don’t get free public transport here, which is so sad, but I didn’t want to put Robin through actual public transport prices bc those are criminal (we love a private company having a monopoly on a public service))

[hungnitan]

My thought about Sedition of Imbibitor Lunae (before entering version 1.3) :

We all know not all preceptor support Danfeng as their leader as they want a power themself. So it possible Danfeng being manipulated by preceptors to do an experiment which he thought can transfer/remove his high elder traits while preceptors real intent is remove a high elder status completely so yeah their reasoning pretty align.

Of course we all know in the end preceptors betrayed him and wash their hand after knowing his failure... now I only want them still alive in HSR so that my trailblazer can spit and bonk them with a bat

Jingliu character story leak about her conversation with Danfeng :

I can imagine how devastated Danfeng after realise his situations, losing his living being connection with HCQ members, his freedom, everything are irreversable...

IL character story which is the very same situations as two inchor dragons cinematic video and I think except it's mistranslation he doesn't sounds pleasant about looking his other self happier than him which is saddening me... he sounds like past Seele and Veliona around the time Seele still not accept Veliona and Veliona still overprotecting her I'm HI3 earlier players so I know what I talking about lol

THAT'S WHY I WANT DANFENG REDEMPTION ARC ! PLEASE MAKE A 12 MINUTES ANIME FOR HIM HOYO !!! He's just sad boi want a normal life with his friends !

My conclusion : as this is Honkai series, I can't hope hoyo will dig that incident or HCQ daily life deeper than now except they make a story event... HI3 famous on killing one main character in main story and then making a happy life with that said character in event story afterall (lol). I can't even hope for Danheng knowing Danfeng real purpose at that incident and just moving forward along with Astral Express plus Danheng Blade still have a very long way to reconcile so hoyo will milk that parts (lol)

PS : I'm sorry with so many delulu HSR posting and forgetting my translation (lol), I really need to hold myself before tommorow big day for pulling IL banner ! And funny enough after watch cinematic video, I don't have any urge for IL light cone anymore. I saw a different light on that LC, not thrist or lewd but kinda disgust since knowing the scene must be around the time elders telling Danfeng false sins to Danheng...

[spookyagentfmulder]

How was he to describe what he was feeling? Starstruck didn't even touch the emotion rattling around in his chest. Seeing Commander Spock without the hat upon his head, and seeing the delicate curve of his Vulcan ears was dumbfounding. His brain seemed to listen to the Starfleet member's command, and he found himself drinking the water without realizing it. Once his thrist had been satiated, Mulder cleared his throat and set down the cup on his desk.

"Thanks." He managed to say, somehow now finding trouble in looking into the other's eyes, "I'm... sorry that I doubted you. Typically I'm one to believe more than I am to doubt, but I suppose questioning is in my nature." That, and he wasn't exactly liked by a lot of the agents in the building. Being teased as "Spooky" Mulder made him suspicious of every one and every thing. He hoped that Spock now understood why.

Shifting in his seat, Agent Mulder let out a sigh and opened up a drawer in his desk. He quickly retrieved a bag of sunflower seeds and rested them before him. He needed to do something with his mouth, what with all the sudden nervous energy now coursing through him.

"So, Captain Kirk is missing, and we need to find him before he lands himself in a world of trouble." How surreal was that. How bizarre was it to actually say something like that, with his own mouth, and it be a reality. This was like a scenario from his childhood imagination. It was still so hard to believe, but wasn't that what he always wanted? To believe?

"When was the last time you had contact with him? Have you been able to discern where he is at all?"

now that all PRETENSE was gone , faded into the background much like the mind-meld , spock reached up && tugged the uncomfortable hat from his crown , folding it && tucking it away for when he left agent mulders office . a glance towards the human , who had not yet taken his water , spock raised a pointed brow as mulder reached out , almost to give tangible evidence for himself that spock was real && this was not a dream .

❝ i would advise against such action , agent , ❞ spock said sternly , onyx eyes flicking up && down the other before moving quietly to sit , staunch , in the seat opposite . hands against his knees && a firm gaze across his features . he would not be leaving the agent with these memories intact . he had made his mind up of that the second he stepped through the door , but spock UNDERSTOOD now why the other man had been taken so aback by his very presence . so , despite the hastening deadline of removing themselves from this reality drawing closer && closer , spock allowed the human his moment of coming to terms with the situation .

head tilting , spock gave a low bow , inclining himself so that he may offer some period of grace in this revelation . ❝ i am REAL . ❞ he confirms . ❝ your reality posits that myself , my crew && my captain are merely fictional -- which i no doubt find FASCINATING . however , given the implications now that we face if i , or captain kirk , stay upon this earth much longer , you understand now my haste , ❞

a pause before spock shifted . the MEMORY of the actor seered into his mind . how peculiar that he looked so much like ambassador spock . such a likeness that he could not quite discern .

instead , spock moved on quickly . ❝ rest assured agent , the mind-meld was for mere clarification on my part , i did not pry too HEAVILY into your emotional response nor any memories that you carry within your subconscious . ❞

another pause . ❝ i do , THOUGH , advise you take a drink of water . such immense psychic interlude can cause dehydration . ❞

[meggiesposts]

i love your monoma posts they give me reason to live 😭 if u get the time, i think a funny premise would be if the reader was thristing over monoma (to like… an unhealthy extent), and he just can’t pick up on it?? like he’s calling them and their friends 1-A losers n shit and the reader is giddy over the fact that he’s just talking to them lol. maybe kendo can break the news that the reader has a giant crush on him and he like… doesn’t know how to act at all. he can’t tell if he should give them mercy and be nicer to them or call them out and be a little bitch about it 🤭

WARNINGS ⚠️ : reader thirsting, Monoma (kidding I love him), kendo being done w Monoma, reader being kind of a pervert, tried to make reader gender-neutral, a kiss, delusional Monoma

DONE

They are done.

Class 1-A is officially DONE.

Done with your bullshit.

Every time he comes around you go insane. So insane that you’ve said to his face that you would take him out on a date if he would let you.

His response? “Why would anyone go out on a date with a 1-A loser?”

They were done with listening to you thirst over the man that hates their guts. Mina was done listening to you choke over yourself with how much you want him.

Honestly she can’t listen to it anymore- listen… she loves you. More than anything in the world. But if you don’t stop- she’s going to burn your tongue off. She can’t hear your reasoning anymore either-

“But Mina- his arms-”

“I swEAR TO GO-”

She’s done.

She’s tried to talk to you about it too. What do you actually see in him, Ya’know? To be fair, you gave some valid reasons.

His eyes being the color of the ocean and his hair in line with the sand. His smile- taunting or not- was indeed- maybe, on some molecular level- attractive.

He also had potential to become a great hero! Seriously, he did! But oh- oh god his mouth. Every time he opened his mouth- all she saw was thousands of reasons why you shouldn’t like him.

Hell- Aizawa had to tell you to knock it off a couple times- and god forbid that one time you got put in a sparing match with him. The collective number of groans that rang throughout class 1-A was comical.

You rode that high for weeks. Let alone the fact that you used it as a chance to get your hands on him. With the strength of your quirk that- unfortunately for him he could not copy- you sometimes just held him.

He of course didn’t notice- using bakugou’s quirk to fill the air with dust from exploded cement.

You even got to straddle him- to which you told him to yield. He didn’t.

But that knowledge was just for you.

Yet he remained oblivious.

The class can’t count how many times they had straight up watched you say he was hot and how many times you had asked him out- to his face- which he didn’t understand.

The people of UA didn’t know what was worse. Your blatant thirst for the man- of the fact that the man was such an idiot he didn’t see.

It was clearly starting to piss even you off.

So finally, Kendo had to take it into her own hands.

It was gruesome.

“Y/n likes you-”

“Of course they do- the 1-A’s should bow to us.”

“No- Monoma- y/n likes you like-”

“A god? I am one.”

*smack*

She looked deep into the eyes of the disgruntled man as he rubbed the back of his head. The intensity of her silent stare man his shiver as he cowered back.

“Listen to me Monoma. I am being serious. Y/n likes you. Like a married couple. Like a significant other. They want you to be their boyfriend.”

…

“You serious?”

She’s done.

Now Monoma is hit with new information as he dwells in his dorm lair. He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he was stuck in his thoughts.

On one hand. Your pretty. Like- really pretty. Like walk into a pole on the street because he was starting at you busy. Your strong, fast, really smart… aaannnndddd you like him. A major plus if you will.

But- you were in class 1-A. Could he even date someone in class 1-A after trashing on them so much?

He couldn’t decide yet. So he let it sit.

Unfortunately for him, due to his new knowledge of you, he became hyper-aware of everything you did.

The comments, the touching, asking him out point blank.

Everyone saw the change in him too.

The way he suddenly got tongue tied when he stepped up to class 1-A and you made a comment on how he looked hot when he smirked.

How when paired together he was suddenly stiff and stopped communicating.

He was flustered.

Something that you realized. Something you were going to have fun with.

Oh and you did.

Any chance you got you touched him. Your hand flat on his chest or wrapping your arm around his waist, you did everything.

It builds and builds and builds of course. So the next time he sees you- he snaps.

You were just trying to get a drink after going to the bathroom. It was pure coincidence that he was out too.

To say you were shocked when you were suddenly body slammed into the corner was an understatement.

You stared, wide eyed at the boy in front of you at he fumed.

You stayed quiet, waiting for him to say something- anything really. But he doesn’t. Just holding you in place- breathing heavily with anger swirling in his eyes.

You couldn’t complain- no.

His face was so close to yours. His breath fanning your lips and his body continuously brushing against yours.

You finally broke.

“If you wanted me like this so bad, you could’ve just said so-”

Lips cut you off. Soft, warm- and you melt. Your arms instantly forcing him against you as you eagerly push against him. Your head is fuzzy, filled with him, everything is him.

His warmth, how soft he feels, his hair under your fingertips.

It’s driving him crazy how easily he drives you crazy.

When he finally manages to pull away, he’s disoriented. His hair is a mess, his eyes trained on your love-stuck eyes and your swollen lips.

It takes him a minute of the close proximity to get his head clear. He suddenly shoves you back against the wall again as he pulls a few steps back.

He swallows thickly as he tries to get his barring together. Straightening his uniform shirt he quickly points at you.

God that love-sick smile your wearing, it makes him sick. Sick in love- sick with vile he doesn’t know.

So he points at you and he says-

“Keep quiet about this. I-I can’t be seen with a 1-A loser.”

He doesn’t mean it. Not really.

But that’s okay.

You’ll steal these flustering moment alone where he moans into your mouth and clutches so tightly onto your hips while he lives in his beautiful delusion.

You’ll keep openly pining after him while he continues to hate on class 1-A.

It’s okay though. You know where you stand. So you’ll let him continue to loose his own mind figuring you out, not fully realizing the extent in which your all his.

OKAY THIS WAS RUSHED AND IM 50-50 WITH LIKING AND HATING IT BUT I LIKED THE ENDING SO IMA KEEP IT

[yuujispinkhair]

Hey Winter! I got another spicy headcanon/thrist to share! So let’s say like the reader or Yuji are in a room like a training room or something for sparring. And Yuji and the reader are gonna spar(just basic hand to hand combat) and they’re they’re sparring getting one hit on the other(not too hard because they love each other ☺️) and then Yuji ends up pinning the reader onto the floor. And realizing the position he put them both in, he kisses her before asking if she’s hurting anywhere so he can kiss all those places to make the pain go away and just make her feel better 😚😘

AAAHH THIS IS SO HOT!! <3 I just know Yuuji looks so SEXY during a sparring session omg! Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I had to write a short drabble!

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Word Count: 600 Warnings: 18+, some suggestive stuff, making out, mentions of oral. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

You try your best to stay focused, but it's so hard when Yuuji is there in front of you, tall and buff and so strong and looking so sexy and powerful when he's in the middle of a training session!

He took off his shirt at some point, leaving him only in those stupid grey sweatpants that hang so low on his hips that you can't help but stare at his defined v-line. And now you can see Yuuji's gorgeous muscles flex so enticingly and the sweat glistening on his tan skin, and it's just so distracting!

There's this determined glint in his eyes that makes you dizzy. He looks like a tiger on the prowl. Yuuji is the sweetest guy in the world, but he is also a powerful fighter. And somehow, this thought makes you lose your mind so much. So, of course, you mess up and make a wrong move leading to you getting wrestled down onto the floor. But you know that you would never stand a chance against Yuuji anyways.

And if you are honest, you really like the feeling of him on top of you. It feels so good to get pinned down on the training mat, Yuuji's hands on either side of your face, his tall, buff body trapping you under him while his hot breath is on your neck, and a few droplets of sweat drip down onto you.

You almost feel guilty for getting so worked up when you see the worry in Yuuji's pretty honey eyes when he realizes that maybe he was using a bit too much of his strength.

"Oh no, cutie! I am so sorry! Are you ok? Was I too rough?"

You smile at him and shake your head while you put your hands on Yuuji's flexed biceps, admiring how good his muscles feel under your fingers.

"No, don't worry, baby! Everything is fine. You can stay right there you are."

You bite your lip and give him a rather cheeky look, and that's when it finally clicks, and Yuuji's eyes widen before a matching grin spreads over this handsome face, and he rolls his hips slowly against you.

"Oh well… let me kiss it better, just in case."

And the next thing you know, you feel Yuuji's warm lips on yours and his tongue slowly licking into your mouth.

"Tell me where it hurts, baby, and I'll make it better."

His voice is a horny whisper against your lips, and the hardness you feel pressing against you is even more evidence of his aroused state. You're breathing heavily, but it's not just from the training session, when you point at your neck and tell your boyfriend,

"I think it hurts here…"

Both of you can't help but giggle in between heated kisses and whispered I love you's. Soon your shirt is gone, too, and instead, Yuuji's lips and hands roam over your body, leaving sweet kisses and tender touches everywhere.

Your hands wander too. They caress Yuuji's arms, trace the buff muscles on his broad back, and tangle in his sweaty pink hair as he makes his way down your body. A kiss here, a lick there. He is so sweet.

The giggles turn into moans and finally Yuuji looks up at you from between your legs, where he is hooking his fingers in your training shorts, about to pull them down to expose your throbbing wet pussy to his hungry mouth. And the fire in his eyes is even more intense than during the sparring session.

"Let me kiss it better here, too. Gotta take good care of my sweet girl."

I am sobbing!! I need him so bad! Thank you so much for sending me this delicious thirst! Yuuji is so sexy when he fights, and I know I would be too distracted drooling over him to do anything else lol <3

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Bunny - K.DY

Pairing: Kim Doyoung x fem!reader

Word count: 3125 words

AU/Genre: college!AU, roommate!AU, smut

Warnings: unneccessary astrology anecdotes, mentioned masturbation (f), porn, pet names (pretty girl, bunny), fingering, choking (f receiving), vibrator, yeah it's pretty vanilla for a yutasbellybuttonpiercing fic

A/n: this is just 3k words of me thristing over Doyoung's chest. Honestly, try to count how many times I mentioned it...

It's the seventh stressful week in a row and all you need is some release for the tension in your shoulders, your brain and your lower regions. Exams had been rough on you, seemingly thousands of assignments having such an iron grip on your every move that you couldn't even squeeze in a little wank – a little masturbation session – without missing at least one appointment or assignment, or skipping yet another meal.

You're horny, like, really horny, and it's not just your lack of orgasm that's giving you a hard time, it's first and foremost your new roommate. Kim Doyoung. There's no reason for him to be this good looking, literally no reason at all. His extraordinarily alluring exterior costs you much more than your last nerve. Too often, he steps through your shared living room (read: a small couch in the entrance area of your home), thinking that wearing only one (1) piece of clothing around the house is acceptable, making you completely lose your focus of the task at hand. Be it doing the dishes, checking your phone for mail, or worse, writing your thesis, you instead ogle his greatly defined pecs. Doyoung looks like the visual combination of an angel, a hot businessman and a young dilf. And his voice... you get the drift.

Currently, you're seated at your desk, fingers smashing into your mouse buttons and keyboard with such force that you're confused as to why the keys of the keyboard are not flying back at you and hitting you in the head because you punched them off the smooth plastic surface. With shaky hands, you drag the cursor over the screen and click 'upload' to turn in your last paper at the last possible second. A green slogan congratulates you that you've made it just in time.

With the most drawn out, dramatic sigh you get up, take about two steps back and fall down on your bed (reason for that are the immensely high rental prices in the area, forcing you to live in this cramped space that you call bedroom slash bureau slash dining room).

You're so exhausted that all u want is to sleep forever. It's like your brain immediately wipes out all of the information you've absorbed for your countless essays immediately, only to leave space for absolute nothingness that makes you relax into the mattress and fall into dream land.

A knock on your door wakes you about 5 minutes later.

You answer with a sleepy "huh?" and, of course, Doyoung's the one to open the door.

"I'll be out, might get late, don't wait for me with dinner, okay?"

As always, he looks stunning with his wide eyes that blink at you twice (probably just a little concerned with how you're lying halfway slipped off the bed), and he's so pretty and beautiful that you just want to paint him, but you don't because that'd be weird. And he has to leave, so you just throw him a weak thumbs up and he smiles before closing the door.

You don't even have time to decipher where he's heading. If he's going to the gym again, working out those incredibly voluminous pecs, his toned stomach or his wide shoulders, or going out to get some drinks at a bar, the alcohol causing his eyes to become a little glossy, cheeks tinted in the most perfect shade of dusted pink, just like that one time you guys had a wine night (read: three bottles of very cheap wine and one bottle of medium priced wine Doyoung stole from his parents the last time he visited scattered over the floor in front of your couch as you slurped the bordeaux red liquid from tea cups because you ran out of regular ones) a few weeks ago?

The way his eyes had gotten all lidded, gaze fanning over your face as he licked his wine-stained lips, his chest lifting oh so gently with every breath he dragged in- he had looked fucked out, honestly, and this made you wonder how absolutely gorgeous he would look underneath you with his thick cock deep inside you.

Great, now you're horny. Again. Actually, scratch that, you're constantly horny. At this point it's so bad that you speculate it might just be in your genes or something. Or maybe your eighth house is somehow connected with your ascendant, maybe you're a scorpio mars...

It's then when you suddenly realize: you are, in fact, alone. And you have free time, so there is literally nothing that could disturb you right now.

You get your iPad and open a porn site of your preference, briefly cringing at the suggestions displayed before typing something into the search bar that you would be absolutely terrified of someone finding out, then just get into it. You watch a few videos, look around a bit until you find something that satisfies your porn hunger.

Without taking your eyes off the screen, you reach out to your bedside table. Opening the second drawer, you pull out your vibrator. You're surprised that it still works and hasn't unalived itself because it hasn't been used in such a long period of time. You turn it off again, putting it next to you before pulling off your pants and panties, crawling under the blanket and letting your fingers brush over your folds.

Holy hell, it's been a while, is the first thing you think, dipping your fingertips into the wetness pooling at your entrance. It's almost embarrassing how fast you got wet, but so be it, it's not like someone supervises the quickness of your arousal anyway.

Or is there? – because the next thing you hear is another knock on your door. You freeze, aggressively turning down the volume of the porn, before asking who the fuck is knocking on your door.

"It's me again, plans've been canceled. It's raining." Doyoung steps foot into your room, eyeing your position under the blanket, iPad in your lap whilst you just look at him with a shocked expression.

The only thing your mind can form right now is '????'.

"Oh great, what are we watching?" Doyoung invites himself into your room, stepping over to your still half-naked (!) figure under the blanket. You turn off your iPad, turning in around and pressing it against your chest. The least you can hope is that he can't hear your thumping heartbeat through your chest.

"Nothing. I've never watched a single thing in my life. Especially not now."

"You want me to believe that? Come on, show me. I'm bored, let's watch it together." Doyoung snorts, getting onto the bed with you, pushing you aside so he can sit properly.

"Really, Doyoung, honey, you don't want that..."

"Why? Is it a drama?"

"No."

"Romance?"

"Not quite..."

Doyoung looks at you, eyes narrowed because he still can't come up with a single thing you two couldn't watch together.

"Horror?" He tries one last time.

You shake your head slowly.

"So you just don't want to watch it with me?" He assumes, putting the puzzle pieces together, but just completely upside down, just plainly wrong.

"The thing I was watching just now, I wouldn't watch it with anyone."

"Not even your mom?"

"Especially not my mom!"

He furrows his brows. You can almost see the little gears turning inside his head as he tries to figure it out. Sighing, you decide to put this poor man out of his misery.

"I was watching porn, Doyoung."

He looks at you, eyebrows raised so far, if they went a little further, they'd melt in with his hairline. Then he blinks, once, twice, opening his mouth a few times, but then closing it again without saying something.

"P-porn?!" finally comes out.

"Yeah."

"Why?" He looks so concerned that you just want to pet his head.

"Doyoung," your hand comes up to massage and rub over your forehead as you let your head slump forwards, sighing. You can't believe you have to explain this, "why do people watch porn? Hm?"

Finally, Doyoung connects the dots, realizing he's overstepped multiple lines just now, shimmying away from you, "ahh, I'm sorry. I'll just-" he thinks for a second, "porn, though, for real?"

"What's wrong with porn?"

"N-nothing, I mean, but-" He seems to be at conflict with himself, "now that I know that you watch this- isn't it uncomfortable for you??"

You shake your head, then sigh deeply as his worried facial expression hasn't faded in the slightest, "I don't care that you know I'm watching it."

"If it helps, I watch it too!"

"Thank you, Doyoung." You give him a tight-lipped smile as you pad his shoulder, nodding softly with closed eyes. "Now, would you-"

A vague gesture in the direction of the door should give Doyoung an idea of what you're implying, though he doesn't budge. You sigh again. Many lines have been crossed today, so why not make things clear.

"Doyoung, love, I'm stark naked underneath these sheets."

Doyoung's eyes flicker downwards, then back to your own, then he nods, "that's kinda hot."

Now it's your turn to blink at him, your usual self that never stops talking suddenly at a loss of words. Doyoung's gaze lays upon your hidden private parts a second time, this time much longer, assumingely fantasizing about what's underneath your cute floral-printed bedsheets. It makes you return the action, immediately locking eyes with something that looks suspiciously like a forming bulge –that or Doyoung's suddenly carrying palm-sized baseball-bats in his pants, and you highly doubt that.

Very little words are spoken until you find yourself caged in between Doyoung and your mattress, both of your shirts pulled off to have flown onto the ground somewhere, his breath fanning millimeters away from your lips as you don't dare to break eye contact. Your blanket is bunched up against the wall next to you, still hiding your vibrator from Doyoung's fiery eyes, and his fingers are dancing around your naked thighs.

You breath comes out shakily as Doyoung begins touching you, fingers parting your folds to run in between them, feeling you up and down and left and right, teasing you throughoutly before he pushes one of his digits inside. Your hands find hold on his biceps as your lids flutter shut, back arching right into his touch, a quiet sound of pleasure leaving your mouth.

Above you, you can practically feel Doyoung smile as he drags his long finger along your walls, stroking you gently before adding another, stretching you out slowly for what's to come. Your head wants to wrap around what's happening right now, but you're honestly too exhausted, too horny, and too touch deprived to voice any concerns or exorbitant excitement in your head, so you just enjoy it while it lasts.

"Wan' your cock, please", you hear yourself gasp as Doyoung angles a thrust of his fingers into your sweet spot, and keeps them there, massaging into the bundle of nerves.

"Yeah, does my little bunny want to get fucked?" Doyoung grins as you open your eyes to look at him and nod, and you're honestly surprised how well you're responding to the pet name.

Doyoung stretches you a little more before pulling his fingers out and his pants off. A single glance downwards and you have to gulp. Forget palm-sized. He begins stroking himself a little and you use the distraction to pull a condom from your bedside table, quickly opening the package with your teeth before handing it to him.

He rolls it down his thick length, your mouth starts salivating at the image of trying to fit your mouth around it when you suddenly feel him prodding against your hole, gently brushing his tip over your folds and clit, much like he's done before with his fingers.

Just before you can voice your impatience, he inches inside, slowly dragging his tip along your walls to fill you completely. A cry of pleasure that you'd be embarrassed about in any other situation slips from your mouth at the delicious stretch, a groan of Doyoung's follows suit as soon as he's bottomed out inside of you.

To your request, he begins moving, drawing his hips back slowly before pushing in with a snap, seemingly hitting every sweet spot of your body at once. You force your eyes to open again – though you don't even remember closing them – and take in Doyoung above you.

The way his pecs flex is incredibly arousing to you, and you reach out to stroke your palms over them, really feeling the way the muscle bulges under his soft, pale skin, then further down his stomach, your fingers sliding over the grooves of his abs, then to his sides to hold onto his small waist.

Doyoung hums out, approving of your actions, and you move your hands to his back, then up to his wide shoulders. There's just something about the way you've been thirsting about this man's body for, what, months now, and now you're finally having him, you can't miss out on the full experience of finally being able to touch his delicate form.

The speed and force of Doyoung's thrusts intensifies with every stroke, you feel so perfectly full with him inside of you. "I've wanted you for so long, Doie," you admit, head hazy with the way he fucks into you, a hand on your waist to hold you against him, "feels so good."

"You look so fucking pretty like this, bunny, even better than I imagined," Doyoung hisses, eyes rolling back as you clench around him, an orgasm creeping up on you way faster than you expected.

Your eyes fall onto where Doyoung holds onto your hips with his hands, the way his thumbs poke into the soft flesh of your midsection, his veins popping out due to the harsh grip he has on your body. All the times where you've appreciated his large hands coming back clashing down at your already weakened form, mind hazy as you speak your next words.

"Choke me, please," you whimper, hips bucking further into his motions.

"Ah, that's right, you like my hands so much. I've seen you stare at them so often, I can't even think of all the things you must've imagined them doing to you," Doyoung says, a chuckle in his voice that you don't even notice. Your eyes follow his right hand as it detaches itself from your waist to come up to your neck. Impatiently, you whine, his fingers softly graze over your skin before they wrap around your neck, not putting on any pressure yet.

You whimper, teeth catching your lower lip as you look into his eyes, a pleading look on your face, and he finally has mercy on you. A grin spreads over his handsome features as he presses down on your pulse point, slowly but surely pushing you into the mattress by your neck with his whole weight.

"Shit-", you bring out, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep them opened, walls clenching around Doyoung's length as he pushes into you harder and faster than before. The way your breath hitches in your throat seems to have an effect on him too.

"Don't you want me to use your toy on you?" The question catches you off guard, the lack of blood flowing onto your brain making you feel all tight and hot, not able to comprehend the situation. Doyoung chuckles again, "you don't think I didn't notice, right?"

As a response, you can only whine out brokenly, nodding your head as much as you can. Not soon after, you feel the pleasant vibrating sensation against your clit, making you press your hips even further against Doyoung and the toy. Doyoung seems to love your reaction, grinning above you almost crazily as his tongue flicks over his lower lip, "that's right, bunny, keep your eyes open. Look at me."

You do your best to comply to his request, the lack of oxygen catching up on you as you feel your ears ring gently and pleasantly, though all you can concentrate on is the way you seems to get tighter around Doyoung's cock, almost being able to taste your release on the tip of your tongue, and Doyoung's own crazy, lust-filled eyes.

"You're clenching so much around me, bunny," Doyoung groans above you, "I want you to cum for me, bunny."

And as he leans down, eyes not leaving yours, and presses his lips onto yours, it's over for you. All the stress and built-up from the past weeks crashing down on you within milliseconds, drowning you in the delicious depth of a long-awaited orgasm. Doyoung loosens his grip on your throat just in time, the blood rushing into your brain intensifying the feeling.

"Yeah, that's it," Doyoung moans, hips stuttering as he fucks you through your intense high. You feel like you could pass out from the impact, and you're glad that Doyoung pulls out as soon as you've stopped clenching around him, quickly discarding of the condom to stroke himself to finish on your stomach with a high-pitched whine.

"Holy shit," you confirm as soon as you're breathing's calmed down, turning your head to look at your roommate who's plopped down on the mattress next to you, equally as exhausted as you. He laughs at your expression, and a smile takes over you as well.

"Tissue?"

"Do you need to blow your nose?"

"No! I want to wipe my cum off you!"

"Oh," you grin, turning to hand him what he'd asked for, giving it to him so he can clean you up. The grinning doesn't stop even after he's done, and he turns on his side so you're facing each other.

"What," he asks, smiling himself. You take a few seconds to take in his tousled hair, blushed skin and lidded eyes, feeling giddy inside at the sight of his post-orgasm glow.

"I gotta be honest with you, Doyoung," you start, turning onto your back before sitting up, stretching your arms over your head, "that was the shit. I'm going to feel the need to do this again. Would you be okay with that?" You turn your head towards him and find him smiling at you, his perfect white teeth doing something to your heartbeat that you don't want to elaborate on right now.

"Yes," he grins before pulling you onto his lap, bringing your face to hover just mere centimeters above his own, "how about right now? Hobble on my cock, bunny."

You scoff, but are not able to hold back a grin, "I'm sorry, Doie, that's only hot when you're inside me."

© 2022 YUTASBELLYBUTTONPIERCING all rights reserved — please DO NOT translate, take, nor repost any of my works.

[elysiansparadise]

Hi, I hope all is well 💛. Could you tell me about Jupiter in the 8th. I always hear negative things about the placement making people late bloomers and afraid of sex.

Hello, everything is just fine. And of course I can tell you about this overlay.

Jupiter in the 8th house

These natives are usually spiritual people, they are very focused on their spiritual and personal development, so they usually enjoy spending time alone quite often, this with the purpose of learning more about themselves, or simply for the pleasure that being at peace gives them. Speaking of spirituality, they are people with a lot of intuition and potential for esoteric practices, they may have had supernatural, mystical or similar experiences from an early age that generated interest in them. They have a huge curiosity towards the things that go beyond the reality, their reality. They have a huge thrist of knowledge and enjoy being in situations that provide them intense and fullfilling experiences.

This overlay tells us about natives who can have a lot of money, either through inheritance or after marriage. Their future Spouse is likely to have a lot of money or be very stable financially. These people care a lot about being well in money matters, they hate the idea of ​​owing others and they are very responsible in that aspect. These people tend to hide their positive, playful, dreamy and idealistic side, it is very likely that since they were young they have been judged for their way of thinking or for their long-term goals. They may have been isolated by other people just because they were perceived as different. These natives tend to hold grudges and feel that they are hated by many people.

These people are usually very attractive in the eyes of other people, they usually have great magnetism and sexual energy. They are people with the ability to charm the masses and instinctively know what they like and what they need. They are people very familiar with the dark sides of life, probably when they were young they experienced many changes, had many fears, witnessed or knew of the deaths of people very close to them. They are very introspective and keep many things to themselves. They can benefit a lot from solitude. These analytical nature helps them to be able to read easily others' intentions, emotions and moods. It's difficult to lie to them since they can get to know a lot a person just for a few moments together.

-> Go back to the masterlist

[kingkatsuki]

It's my 25th birthday - so just brain rot.

All you ask of Bakugou and Kiri as a present is their cum in any way, shape or form. So they come up with different ways they can gift it to you on your special day, saving some each day for a few weeks.

Skin care first thing in the morning - Kiri has a small bottle set to the side for you to rub it into your skin. Bakugou shoots thick ropes of it as syrup on your pancakes for breakfast.

Who needs chocolate covered strawberries as a snack when they can be cum covered strawberries? Need a good drink in the after noon, both cocks can quench your thrist.

A sauce for dipping your dinner in. And of course a cumsicle with your cum covered cake. Don't forget they take turns filling your holes all day, filling you to the absolute brim.

At the end of the day thanking them for all of your birthday surprises but begging for just one more taste.

- I really should bury myself.

Happy birthday!!!💕

I think this sounds like the perfect birthday don’t you? Both of them booking the day off work months in advance just to pamper and worship you🥺

[bokuroskitten]

Just some Kuroo thrists cause he takes up every spot in my brain literally 24/7

These are both sfw + nsfw

𝔰𝔣𝔴

Kuroo hears you talking about that new anime your really into and will binge it all in one night

Even though his sleep is so important to him, he wants to be able to talk to you about your current favourite thing

If he finds merch for it he’ll get it for you, even if it’s not your fav character

“Hey kitty, saw this my hero academia T-shirt in the window of hot topic, do you like it? Try it on for me bubs!”

If there are kids playing volleyball at the park he’ll play with them.

Especially if the volleyball rolls over to the blanket where the two of you are having a picnic.

Kuroo will be like 👀👀 and of course you tell him to go

And the moment he gets one spike in the kids are LIVING

“Show me how to do that mister?!” “You’re so tall how did you get this big?!” “I wanna hit the ball hard too!”

And he teaches them, just like the good captain he is. And you watch with a big, goofy grin.

THE TYPE TO KEEP HIS HAND ON YOUR LOWER BACK OR HOLD ONE OF YOUR FINGERS IN A CROWD SO YOU DONT GET LOOOSSTTT ���

also if you pull your debit card out around him to pay for literally anything he will not hesitate to literally throw it away.

“Oh no babe your cards over there you should go get it—“

Always packs you a water bottle because he knows you can be bad at staying hydrated.

IF YOU HAVE YOUR NAILS PAINTED HE WILL PAINT HIS MIDDLE AND RING FINGER TO MATCHHHHH😫😫

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴

Okay the nail painting carries over here BECAUSE

Of course he uses those two fingers to sink into you when your feeling very needy

And when he pulls them all the way out, seeing his fingers covered in your slick he smirks.

“Yea kitten, this colour does look really good on you.”

If your wearing his jersey it’s came over.

Especially when the two of you are older and he’s exhausted from work, tugging at his tie. But when he sees you, thighs smooth and his old jersey the only thing hiding your naked form he cannot hold back.

MAKES YOU WEAR THE MF COLLAR IN PUBLIC, YOU HEARD ME

You have a couple, of course (what I can say he likes to spoil the hell outta you) But he likes when you wear the thin leather black on out in public

It had a sliver plaque on the side, his initials engraved on it.

The best is when you come bring him coffee at work and your wearing it.

He will lift you onto his desk and strip you down until nothing but the collar is left.

“My pretty little kitty, gotta make sure everyone knows your mine, isn’t that right?”

He will keep your panties after that in his pocket for the rest of the day

And he does sniff them from time to time, sure it’s pervy but your scent is just too addicting.

Despite popular belief he LOVES when you send him naughty pictures while he’s at work.

He’ll pull his phone from his slacks and have to hold back laughter when he sees your skirt pulled off, showing off your slick folds. Or a nice mirror shot of your pretty tits.

It only makes him that much more excited to wreck you when he gets home <3

This man doesn’t give a FUCK and will come to work with the hickies on his neck showing

Because “my baby left these, aren’t they pretty😌”