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[rafasbiscuits]

WHY CANT I COMMENT😭😭 BUT OH WELL HERE I GO- first of all before I start, trust me I fully understand where u r getting at and totally 100% respect it, but this is just,, an attempt to somehow defend Rafa and just, say whatever I want to cause I don't agree.

“Rafa has just been needlessly rude about it. Calling Novak 'obsessed with records' (as if he's not one to underhand tactics himself)”

this one, I never understood why people see Rafa's comments on this as rude and salty. It's a good thing. I might love to use other words than obsessed which seemed like Rafa was mocking, but he's not, but again he was speaking in Spanish and translation is free to the mind. Seriously, at the time, Rafa was fighting injuries while Novak doing the opposite. Winning everything he could, aka making new records and breaking old ones. Whatever Rafa said, it's true, isn't it? He's being honest about it and it's not a bad thing. Maybe for Rafa his motivation to go on for tennis is different, for every player it's different.

For Novak, as what can be seen from Rafa's eyes at the time are records as Novak's main motivation to go on. With Roger retired and Rafa injured the whole year, it was easy for Novak to grasp all of the records he could possibly get and he did. For Rafa maybe it's different, maybe he's still playing because of his pride or for his love of the game. We wouldn't know. Like how we wouldn't know what Novak's main motivation is, Rafa's merely saying it through his observations. And for me, I think it's true. It's not rude or salty or mean. It's the truth. Novak's obsessed with records, I like to rephrase it as..“Records are more important for Novak.” Same meaning.

“said 'tennis is about emotions' (yeah? since when? how does one quantify that?).”

it was an interview about him. For him. So, for him it's about emotions. It doesn't quantify anything. Does he need to say “for me, for me, for me.” in every single statement he says? No. Because the question was for him and he's answering it however he liked and felt like. It's his interview.

He brought up Roger and Novak about it. How he said he preferred to be with Roger than to be with Novak because of those emotions he felt. Well, let's be true about this yeah. A Roger vs Rafa match is always more preferred to by fans than a Novak Vs Rafa. Why? Let us be honest here, because Novak's not that well liked by fans at the time where the big 3 was still at the top of their game. And, people always loved fedal more, that's true. I sometimes feel bad about Novak too but again, fans. That's not the topic here. But still, more fans, more cheers, more "woos" and "awws" = more 'emotions'. The contrast in their techniques, one being rightie one being leftie, more competition more this and that. Rafa simply liked playing against Roger more than Novak. Also, a factor is because Rafa is a big fan of Roger before he was a rival and a friend. It's always emotional playing against your idol, shows how much you achieved.

Also, remembered the time where Rafa was sobbing his eyes out during Roger's last match? Maybe there was a connection to those emotions when Rafa was saying those words, maybe not. Again. We'll never know. So, be a little more open-minded about stuff and don't just simplify it to Rafa just being rude. It's not like he's mocking Novak.

“Novak has always respected Rafa, and goes to great lengths to call him his 'biggest rival'. ”

well, who else can he say? It's not really great lengths to be honest. Only had to choose either Roger or Rafa to be his ‘biggest rival’. But, in every trio there's a duo, some say. And sure it's a Big 3, but Novak vs Rafa had always been more well known and intense than a Novak vs Roger. It's clear for Novak on who to say is his biggest rival. But for Rafa, it's different, for Rafa he has Roger already. If Rafa were to say his biggest rival is Novak instead of Roger? It's better to say nothing at all because we all know Rafa is closest with Roger than he is with Novak. Despite their age being closer than with Roger. Rafa debuted early, and he had more time to be with Roger and create a bond with him before Novak even appeared on the bigger picture.

‘Was Rafa's famous humility just some front for the media? How does someone so stubborn undergo a total personality shift in such a short space of time?’

this one I don't really understand so I won't say anything about it. (Like, elaborate on the stubborn cause I don't get it..if u want to ofc)

‘Rafa used to congratulate Novak for big achievements, not anymore. Novak won the US Open this year - nothing. Set 400 weeks as Number One - silence. Finished 2023 as number one for the record extending eighth time - also nothing. And won his record seventh ATP Finals title - crickets. Not even a simple congrats tweet since Roland Garros.’

Correct me if I'm wrong but I think he did congratulate Novak on at least one of those?? Or maybe that was Roger's..but still, what change does that even do? Should Rafa congratulate Novak for the rest of his life? Maybe they had some sort of fall out, of Rafa had his own personal reasons. Or maybe what Novak fans said about him is right that he's being spiteful or whatever. Again, how would we know? You can't just hate on someone just because he's not doing what the fans want. Rafa's an adult, he knows what he's doing. Him congratulating Novak or not shouldn't be a big deal. If Novak wants to congratulate every single player in the world then go ahead, if he doesn't, go ahead as well. Mind you, Rafa was busy with his post-surgery and training and trying to get back on track. If he did congratulate Novak that would be a very nice sight to see, but he should do what he wants to. That's what he had always been doing.

‘But I also find it tasteless for Rafa to then wear green and yellow - Australia's national colours - to Roland Garros in 2022, waving his victory in Novak's face. ’

Okay so I think your dislike for Rafa is just making you think negatively about whatever he did. It's NOT a big deal, it's just colours!!! You're just trying to create drama with this bro. It's just colours, plus, his kit was made my his sponsors...ofc he had a say in this as well but you can't just create a whole drama and a reason to find it 'tasteless' just because he's wearing green and yellow. What do you mean waving it in front of Novak bro...it's not like Novak's always on his mind every single time. Maybe he's just trying to celebrate AO and his grand slam. Not everything is about Novak smh. This is so funny 😭😭

I don't understand the thing you said before this so, I'm ignoring that. (sorry mate English isn't my first language)

‘So, my question is this: Which Rafa is the real one? The shy, humble, simple man from Manacor? Or whatever the hell he's being right now? ’

uh he's the same person. full stop. Don't try to make it sound like a telenovela with Rafa having a whole facade and mask or whatever, he's being who he is. A person can have multiple feelings and personalities depending on the situation. Trust me, Rafa is still Rafa.

Sorry if you don't understand some stuff, like I said, English isn't a first language for me. And I also have some trouble understanding what you were saying so I hope I didn't go out of topic. This is in no way of trying to mock u or whatever, I'm just stating my opinion on this. Just like how you stated your own opinion. ❤️

Riddle Me This, please...

What the ever loving hell has happened to Rafa Nadal lately? When did he become so... bitter towards Novak? When did he go from being amicable and ready to praise Novak, to always having to make snide comments about him? What does Rafa have to possibly gain from this?

I've been watching tennis since Wimbledon 2019, my first match being the epic men's final of that year. And, as far as I understood things, the big three are far from besties with each other, but always hold a deep respect for each other. So, like, what's changed for Rafa? Why was Rafa so willing to train with Novak only a few short years ago, and now barely has anything good to say about him? Roger, who has had his (albeit valid at the time) criticisms of Novak over the years, but has since accepted Novak as the runaway Greatest Of All Time. And, Novak for his part, has always been respectful of Roger and his legacy.

I don't know, it seems to me like Rafa was fine to be nice to Novak while he was ahead, but now he's behind, the mask has slipped. Like, as soon as Novak pulled ahead with Masters, Slams, and YE#1, Rafa has just been needlessly rude about it. Calling Novak 'obsessed with records' (as if he's not resorted to underhanded tactics to win himself), said 'tennis is about emotions' (yeah? since when? how does one quantify that?). I just don't understand why Rafa can't at least pretend to be nice to Novak, they used to be quite close, didn't they? Novak has always respected Rafa, and goes to great lengths to call him his 'biggest rival'. Was Rafa's famous humility just some front for the media? How does someone so stubborn undergo a total personality shift in such a short space of time? Rafa used to congratulate Novak for big achievements, not anymore. Novak won the US Open this year - nothing. Set 400 weeks as Number One - silence. Finished 2023 as number one for the record extending eighth time - also nothing. And won his record seventh ATP Finals title - crickets. Not even a simple congrats tweet since Roland Garros.

I disagree with Novak's stance on not getting himself vaccinated, but I also find it tasteless for Rafa to then wear green and yellow - Australia's national colours - to Roland Garros in 2022, waving his victory in Novak's face.

We all know Novak is a proud man, but he'd never say or do the things to Rafa that Rafa has said or done to him. And, even with all the snide comments, Novak refuses to bite back, letting his legacy do the talking. With every important clay record, his Golden Slam, and the rest, why can't Rafa do the same? Roger's letting his own legacy speak for him, even if most of his important records are being eclipsed by Novak.

So, my question is this: Which Rafa is the real one? The shy, humble, simple man from Manacor? Or whatever the hell he's being right now?

And, don't tell me this is a translation problem, I've taken languages in school, and these people who translate his Spanish interviews into English aren't just making shit up - they'd get fired from their publications for that. He is saying some nasty shit in Spanish that sounds just as nasty in English.

[lululeighsworld]

THEY DEVASTATINGLY WALLOPED ME FOR THESE BRIEF FEW SECONDS

[meowchela]

ppl are migrating from twitter again???? i need to be even more cringe

[inkbybambi]

Oh my gosh I love the Graves rescuing reader fic, it was so good. I imagine if she does join them eventually the whole shadow company just loves her, they're always around in some way. If it progresses to something more like poly!shadows I feel like if word got back to 141 they'd be so pissed but also would feel guilty as shit too. Sorry if this is incoherent, Im half asleep but I already love your blog and your writing, went through a bunch of your posts and it's a FEAST thank you

(hi darling i’m so sorry this is so late ): thank you for your patience and your wonderful idea !!!! i adore poly!shadow company !!! you’re the sweetest ever and i’m so so flattered that you like my writhing so much. thank you so much <33)

joining the shadows wasn’t a question of if, but when. and when, according to graves, was when you were fully healed. you were impatient to get back out there. prove yourself to — you want to say yourself, but you know it’s not true. you want to prove to them that you were worthy of saving.

it takes longer than you want to be field-ready. your impatience sometimes gets the better of you, storming into graves’ office during meetings you definitely weren’t invited to, demanding to be allowed to do something, anything. fuck physical therapy, you were fine. fuck the therapists, you didn’t need to talk to them any longer and if another one asked “and how does that make you feel?” you’re going to lose your god damn mind. he would give you a look, cup you by the nape of your neck and bring himself close, the heat of him comforting in a way you didn’t realize you were missing until he was almost pressed up against you.

“the moment you’re ready, i’ll send you out. swear it.”

the more you were around the shadows, the more you got used to them. you didn’t want to get used to them. you didn’t need yet another reason for feeling weak, nothing like a liability and something to throw away when they were done with you.

but they never did.

a shadow — or two — always joined you to your physical therapy appointments. it made them better. less like you were trying to fix a broken toy and more like you were trying to become part of something bigger than yourself. there was a shadow that has wanted to become a therapist but couldn’t see himself sticking to an office. so he offered to help you, off the books, filled with coffee and tea and ways to keep you talking but not cornered, caged, a specimen on display to be torn to shreds.

you were welcomed to the team with open arms. fit right into them, into a place you didn’t even know you were missing from. they kept you safe, and you kept them in kind.

it wasn’t a surprise when you kissed graves after a successful mission and a little too much wine. it wasn’t unwelcome when he took you home, stripped you of your clothes and made you feel like a dream. it was a surprise when two other shadows joined you, but you weren’t about to say no and they weren’t about to take it easy on you.

you were prized among them, their little lamb with bloodied teeth and claws to kill. you were one of them.

(how the 141 found out, you’ll never know. you were partnered with them, unfortunately, for something or another. just another mission to get your boys home safe. you didn’t care much to interact with them or deign their apology — if it could be called that — with any real acknowledgment. just a leveled look so they knew you heard and then your attention was stolen by a shadow that tended to be in your bed more than the others. no one ever complained, you all shared. you could feel their looks on the plane. the lingering heat from the gaze as you talked with graves, strapped a shadow in and checked to make sure another had extra magazines. you’ll never know what they’re thinking. you don’t think you particularly care.)

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“SIBLING RIVALRY” — katsuki bakugo & sibling!reader

SYNOPSIS: after being away from home, katsuki comes back for winter break. he reunites with his sibling, y/n, who’s missed him. when he realizes how bad him leaving affected y/n, he makes a proposal.

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A/N: requested!! i wish i could find the blog to tag them, but i lost it :( im so sorry. hopefully u see this requester, cus i really enjoyed writing it!! proofread by @sepptember & @lemkay-luminary :)

“Mom, when is Katsuki coming back?” You asked as you took a nibble of the snack in your hand. You’re both on the couch, sitting arms length apart.

“It should be some time tomorrow, what with New Year’s and all. If that kid doesn’t come to see us for the holiday, I swear he’s gonna get it the next time I see him.” You giggled at your mom’s response, making her laugh too.

“I miss him, ma.” You say as you bring your knees to your chest.

“Me too. Miss that kid like crazy.” She brings you closer to her, rubbing your back.

“He’s, like, my inspiration, y’know. I wanna be a hero just like him.”

“Meh, maybe without all the yelling? He’s gonna give civilians a serious headache if he doesn’t cut that out.” You giggled again, this time in agreement with your mom. You leaned your head on your mothers shoulder, her pajama shirt acting as a pillow. You yawned, thinking about your childhood with Katsuki. It was always filled with laughter and banter. You hoped nothing would change when he came back, although it was very likely that things would. After all, you're both getting older, you’re both maturing. Change was inevitable. After almost drifting off to sleep multiple times, you finally decided it was time for bed.

When you woke up the next morning, it was a little after 7am. You didn’t expect to wake up this early, but you figured it was just your body’s way of telling you that you were excited to see your brother.

You got up and started your morning routine. You took a shower, made some breakfast, and then scrolled on your phone until about 9.

Then, you heard your front door open.

“Katsuki!” You heard your parents exclaim. You shot up from your bed and raced down the hall, nearly slipping on a carpet and crashing into the corner of a wall.

“Holy crap, it’s really you!” You shouted when your eyes fell on your brother. You ran up to him and acted like you were going in for a hug. Right before you made contact with him, you smacked his arm. Hard.

“Why haven’t you been responding to my texts?! Is it that busy at UA? Surely you have some time to respond, so why is it that I’m constantly on delivered?? You think you’re too good to text me back, now that you’re almost a pro-hero? Is that it?!” You barked.

“Quit hounding me, will ya?!” Your brother shouted back, smacking your arm back. You jumped back and rubbed the tender spot.

“Hey! That hurt, you ass!”

“Yeah?! Good! I wouldn’t have smacked you if you didn’t hit me first!”

“Well I wouldn’t have smacked you if you had just responded to my texts!”

Your sibling banter went on for another minute, your mom finally tearing the two of you apart.

“God dammit, you kids are no different than when Katsuki was living here! Can’t you just get along?!” The two of you glared at your mom, who was glaring right back— as if she was daring one of you to say something.

“We missed you, Katsuki.” Your dad said from the kitchen, breaking the semi-awkward silence.

“Missed you too, dad.” Bakugo grumbled. He then pushed past you and went to his room, you followed him.

Once you reached his room, you leaned against the doorframe as he set his bag down.

“You still haven’t answered me.”

“Listen, I’ve just been caught up in hero work, okay? I’m not meaning to ignore you. I always am thinking about you, mom, and dad. You know that— don’t be dumb.” Another awkward quietness fell over the room.

“How’s it here without me?” He asked you.

“It’s really quiet. Kinda unnerving, not gonna lie. It’s like…too quiet. How’s it at UA?”

“It’s good. The dorms are good. The guy I have a room next to is like, my friend or whatever. How’s school?”

“Ooh, a friend? What’s his name? Is he cute?”

“His names Kirishima, and no. He has the weirdest hair I’ve ever seen.”

“Do you have a picture?”

“No. Shut up.”

“Ugh, you suck. Have you met any real pros?”

“Duh, a bunch. My teachers Erasurehead— I’ve even met All Might.”

“Woah, no way! How’s that?? Is he as cool in person?!”

“Hell yeah he is.” Bakugo smirked. “You never answered my question.” He looked up at you from his spot on the bed.

“What question?”

“How’s school?” His brow furrowed, as if he felt like he was being tricked.

“Oh,” You huffed slightly. “It’s okay. Boring.”

“Yeah? You make any friends at least?”

“Um.. yeah I guess.”

“You guess? Whatdya mean you guess?”

“I dunno..” You looked like you were going to keep talking, but you stopped yourself.

“Gettin’ good grades?” Katsuki changed the subject. “Ya can’t get into UA without good grades.”

“Mhm,” Katsuki sighed.

“What’s with the dry responses, assface? You were so bubbly just now when we were talking about me.” he, clearly frustrated with your change in demeanor.

“It’s nothing, dickwad,” You returned his energy back, but then quieted down again. “I just feel like we aren’t as close anymore. Ever since you got into UA, you’ve changed so much. You’re a lot more…serious. Not like when you were living here. And now, especially when you’re in the dorms, we’re even further from you. It’s like you’re gettin’ to be a stranger.” You quickly realized how much you confessed and stiffened up.

“But— but forget about it! I don’t care that much anyways.” You turned around and began to walk out of Katsuki’s room, the tips of your ears and the apples of your cheeks warming quicker than you expected.

As you stepped foot out of your brother’s room, you heard his voice.

“Hey, come back!” You stopped and turned around. “What makes you say that, huh? I’m not a stranger, I’m your brother. I’m always gonna be with you.”

“What makes me say that is the fact that you left me here. I don’t have anybody to talk to when I don’t want to talk to mom or dad. I’m alone, Katsuki.”

Your brother sighed and motioned you to come sit beside him on his bed. When you did, he wrapped an arm around you to bring you closer to him.

“I know I left you. You think I don’t feel bad about that?” You were quiet as tears began to blur your vision. “I think about you every day. I really do mean it when I say I’m too busy to respond, but I am thinking about you. The whole reason I left is because I’m thinking about you. Saving you, protecting you, being your hero.” A tear formed in your eye and fell onto your leg.

“Quit cryin, you big loser.” He took his arm off of you and playfully bumped your shoulder.

“I love you Katsuki.” You said as you wiped your tears and sniffled.

“I love you too, kid.” your brother’s words were soft spoken and gentle. “I’ll make you a deal.” You perked up in confusion, the tears from before quickly drying up.

“If you promise— and I mean cross your heart— that you won’t embarrass me in front of my friends, I’ll talk to Mr. Aizawa about bringing you to UA for a day. You can babysit Eri or something.”

“What?! You mean it?!” You gasped lightly.

“Only if you promise!” He shouted.

“I promise, I promise! Cross my heart!” You yelled back, gesturing to the right side of your chest.

“Alright.”

The two of you spent the rest of the day with your parents, eating a delicious home cooked meal and spending quality time together. Once it got dark, the four of you all retreated to your rooms after a long day. You were watching a movie when you heard a knock on your door.

“Y/N,” Katsuki’s muffled voice said.

“What?” You called from the other side of the door.

“Can I stay the night in here?” He opened it, revealing him in his black band tee and plaid pajama pants. You smiled.

“Sure, but I’m not giving up my bed. You can sleep on the floor.” He huffed, unsatisfied with your answer.

“But your bed’s so comfortable! You got the memory foam mattress!” He whined.

“Too bad, so sad. Take it or leave it, stupid.” Katsuki sighed and walked towards you, flopping onto your bed anyways.

“No! Katsuki, get off!” You shouted as you realized what was happening too late. You attempted to push him off of your bed, but to no avail. He was staying on that damned bed whether you liked it or not.

[divinesolas]

Flowers | The Series | Chapter 17 | Surprise!

Summary: You receive even more unexpected visitors and receive some upsetting news that you are not looking forward to.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Dunn!Reader

a.n: GOD SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT !!! i really appreciate all the comments and promise to get around to responding to any ive missed !! hoping to have this story done by the end of the month <3 im already working on the next one as i write so dont worry about another long wait i swear.

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You had thought that would be the most exciting thing to happen, Joffrey would stay for awhile before he returned to his duties in the eyrie and then everything would go back to the sort of normalcy you had before.

Yet your parents received a raven that had your stomach turning inside out. “We are to go to the Highgarden's to welcome prince Jacaerys and his soon to be wife lady Cassandra Baratheon for their engagement tour, Highgarden is apparently the first stop.” Your father ripped the letter for your mothers hands and skimmed it over himself, “They are asking all the families to arrive and bring an engagement gift? this is ridiculous!” Dorothy, the head maid of the house scoff as she placed a plate of food on the table. “The nerve of them.”

You have lost all your appetite.

you measly push around the food on your plate while everyone around you erupts into boisterous chatter. "after that man publicly humiliated my daughter? they dare ask this of us? the nerve!" "maybe she could fake illness and wont have to attend the festivities?" "i can already see their snug faces as they look upon her ugh i refuse to attend such an ordeal."

When your hands slam on the table all chatter seizes and all eyes turn to you where you keep your head down towards the table. wordlessly you walk out the hall and the others in the room look at each other concerned.

you find yourself mindlessly walking through the fields as you attempt to catch your breath. it is fine. you were simply not chosen that is all. and now he wants you to attend his stupid engagement tour? for an engagement to a women that is not you? you fall on your back and stare at the sky in disbelief. this was ridiculous almost outright shameless to point you cannot believe it was his idea. Cassandra never did like you maybe this was her way of trying to stick it to you and laugh in your face.

your face grows sour at the idea of having to watch her snarkily brag with jacaerys on her arm you were going to be sick.

You had thought you were finally making progress moving pass your feelings for the prince but if anything they have only gotten worse. you think of him far too often these days especially with joffrey and trisk here. a part of you wonder if he thinks of you too. its a foolish thought, he had made his choice and there was nothing else to do but to live with it and move on.

You close your eyes and fall into a light sleep unable to continue thinking in reality and far more interested in living in dream land where he laid with you as well. hes there waiting for you, the familiar flower fields of your homeland being a comforting sight and with him sitting there you fell all the more better. He strokes your cheek gently when you open your eyes to greet him, a comforting smile on his face. “my love.” your eyes fall closed as you grab his hand and press it closer to your skin. “wont you look at me?”

Harshly you shake your head, though the limbo you meet him in is merely a dream the pain of reality still stings at your skin. “you will not even allow me to hear your voice my love?” you squeeze your eyes shut as he caresses your face. “it hurts.” his other hand comes up and plays with your hair, “its alright my love just look at me.” you fight with yourself for a few moments before your eyes flutter open and your heart aches. He looks as beautiful as ever, smiling down at you with moon crested eyes.

“there you are.” you hate the way a smile creeps up on your face and you especially hate the way his grin grows at that. “i hate to see you so upset.” this has you huffing and you try to sit uo but he keeps you firmly in his lap. “you have no right to say that to me.” his face falls and he cups your cheek as you turn your head away from him. “im sorry.” “then why did you do it?” your fictional prince has no response and thats because you have no clue as well.

as if he is a brush of air he disappears as you willed him to and sit up with your head in your hands. he had basically told you he wanted to marry you, scared off any other suitors you could have had gods you were even in a courtship before he wormed his way in and for what? nothing.

You force your eyes open and suddenly you are right back to reality where you huff as you shakily stand taking a deep breath as you realize the sun is much higher in the sky. how long had you been out here? you decide you should head inside before you freeze at the silence around you.

the fields especially this time of year are bursting with people tending to the flowers for the seasons prep but you can’t see a single soul out there. You wonder where everyone could have gone, maybe you are still dreaming. you walk back towards the castle once taking one last final look around before heading inside and you pause.

now you know this must be a dream because why would three dragons be sitting on one of the empty fields not too far from your home. you must be seeing things.

Yet when you walk into the hall you quickly realize you are not making things up or seeing things as when you pinch your arm the group of three stands before you and you feel your stomach plummet. “just the lady we wished to see.”

you find yourself bowing as your mind races trying to understand what was going on, “my princes, princess.” “just the lady i was looking to see!” “you honor me my prince.” lucerys eagerly walks over to you and grips your hands in his. “i have missed you. things ive been grim without you.” Despite how confused you are by his presence or even his words you force out a smile, “You honor me.”

You have no clue what else to say or what else to do. Every single pair of eyes in the room are looking upon you and you look down at your hands as you mind tries to make sense of this mess. thankfully aemond grips lucerys back and tugs him away from you. “he is as eager as always do not mind him lady dunn.” You’re more than thankful for the saving, you weakly grin at him as you still try to make sense that members of the royal family now stand in your familys main hall.

your eyes drift towards your parents who seem just as bewildered and lost as you are. You use the opportunity of lucerys and aemond bickering with one another to slip around them to go stand next to your parents who urge you next to them. “what is happening?” Your mother tilts her head down towards your ear and your eyes widen in horror at her words.

—

jacaerys realizes his life ie much quieter today. As he roams around the halls he feels as though he is missing something but he has no clue what. He’s done all his studying, hes sat through the unbearable meeting with cassandra and his mother about the wedding preparations, he did his afternoon training what was missing?

He tried not to think about most things these days. Simply allowing life to pass around him while he keeps a mundane routine but today was truly throwing him off. When he walks into one of the common rooms he stops before cassandra and aegon who seem to be chatting about something at the table but the two stop when jacaery approaches, cassandra even looks embarrassed that jace had walked in on them but he does not acknowledge it. ��my sweet nephew! finally done being broody today?”

He rolls his eyes, why does he even bother but as he turns to walk away he freezes and turns back around. “Where is everyone else?” Normally the rest of his siblings and lucerys would all be sitting around with him but only cassandra is there awkward sipping at her chalice full of what he only hopes to be tea.

Aegons grin turns sinister and jacaerys feels a pit of dread grow in his stomach. “oh did you not hear? they left to the reach just this morning. you know, for your tour.” Jacaerys stares in confusion as aegon takes a happy chug from his wine. “the engagement tour.” “i know the tour you speak of.” Aegons chuckles fill the room as cassandra looks back and forth between the two men. “why ever would they leave now? the tyrells are no where near ready to host.”

“oh no. theyre not staying with the tyrells.” jacaerys head turns in confusion while aegon only seems to be happier the more and more this conversation goes on. “did they not tell you? the dunn’s will be hosting them for our stay in the reach. Theyve gone to go hang out with our good friend lady y/n.”

Aegon cannot stop the roar of laughter that bubbles up in his throat at his own words and he folds over in his own fit of laughter. Cassandra looks bewildered by this news and sits up straight. “house dunn? truly? i thought flower hall was a rather, small place.”

Her real feelings about the matter and the state of house dunn and its hall very clear in her expression and tone. She looks over at jacaerys too worried about his reaction to only see a blank look on his face as he looks upon the two of them. Jacaerys rapidly blinks for a moment before he slowly opens his mouth. “how pleasant.” after which he spins on his heel and walks out the room swiftly.

Aegon pouts as he watches jacaerys leave, clearly he had been hoping for a better reaction out of the crowned prince. aegon however turns back towards cassandra with a smirk. “bah who cares about all that though right? lets go back to what we were talking about.” A blush creeps up on her face as aegon leans towards her the conversation they had just had with jacaerys already gone from her mind.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

sliding into your asks once again to bring you this gifset and the thoughts i had as a result:

i'm thinking ransom drysdale x reader where the reader pegs the shit out of him. like, he’s just whining and whimpering and drooling. he cums so hard bc the strap is so big and he 'can’t take it' but he wants ‘more, please’ and ends up going limp in her arms bc of how good it feels. he might even pass out a little and later wakes up to her stroking his dick with her warm hands.

and he’s like ‘oh my god, i cant cum anymore, stop’ and she just sits on his dick with a smile and starts using his cock like a toy, saying ‘you’re not being a very good boy right now, hugh’ and shoves her fingers in his mouth. 'you can't tell me to stop. have you forgotten who's in charge here?'

she says ‘if you let me use your cock i’ll let you cum’ and ransom, thinking with his dick which is throbbing quite painfully inside her, shakes his head vehemently.

‘oh? so you don’t want to cum?” he says no bc at the time he's feeling really sensitive and so fucking naked and like he's a live wire - so she simply tells him, ‘okay.’ and takes her fingers out of his mouth so she can lean down to lick the drool from his parted lips and jaw.

‘but if you cum without my permission im locking your dick in a cage and you won’t be able to so much as get hard until i decide you can. is that clear, baby?”

ransom shakes his head again, ‘fuck- no! I want to cum, i don't think i can hold it, it was hurting but now it hurts good! Please, please don't put the cage on me, please keep fucking me it feels amazing-’ 

‘ah, ah- weren’t you the one who said you didn't want to come?’ and she keeps fucking him and her hips move in a way he’s utterly obsessed with and she cums on his dick without even looking at him, using him for his cock only, taking her pleasure and leaving ransom to sob and beg and whine and cry under her because it hurts so bad - ‘please, you’re so beautiful, please let me cum, please, i need it so bad, you cant- you cant, i’ve been so good!’ - but she ignores him, letting her orgasm wash through her and made more intense by the way ransom twitches desperately inside her as her pussy grows wet with cum.

The sounds are obscene but they’re done now, and the reader curls up on top of ransoms chest, feeling it heave underneath her and the way he tenses up as her pussy drags against his cock and tightens up. She’s got him on the edge and she doesn’t even know, too caught up in how good and sated she feels from her orgasm. ‘You were so good, baby’ she says, and kisses his mouth filthily whilst rolling her hips subconsciously, ‘such a good boy’ as her lips trail down his neck because he’s so pretty, down to his flushed chest and biting at his nipples. A flood of something warm spreads inside her and she realises, with a wicked gleam in her eye, that ransom just came.

‘did you just cum?’ she asks, and he blinks hard, grunting underneath her and nodding desperately. ‘i'm sorry, i'm sorry, please don’t put the cage on me - i didn’t mean to! I swear, you just- you were kissing me like that and moving your hips and it just felt so good, i couldn’t help it!’

she’s not one to go back on her word, though, and after a few minutes of shushing and letting her boy calm down, she’s getting up and cleaning them up with some wipes and a cloth, pulling on a big shirt and kneeling beside ransoms quivering body.

‘here we go…’ she puts on the cage and locks it, putting the key in its box and tossing it on the floor next to the bed. ‘Sleep well, baby’ she says, tucking ransom close to her chest and spooning him until they fall asleep.

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if i had time i'd make this a full fledged fic but i do not :(, so i decided to share my thoughts with you and your blog instead so you can tell me what you think! 🫶

Uhhhhhh

No thoughts.

Congrats, you've scrambled my brain 😮‍💨😮‍💨🥴

I am imagining the fucking mess that Ransom would be vividly and you--

Just

You added ✨️women✨️ which means that these thoughts are too much. No processing. Only an italicized oh.

The pure filth that is Ransom crying and begging for her to stop because her cock is too big inside him, stretching him so much that it aches, yet... at the same time, Ransom absolutely doesn't want it to stop.

There's no way in hell he's going to use his safeword.

No, he wants more. He's rich, spoiled, and greedy. He needs this. He needs more. He's a fucking size queen. He will cry and squirm and moan until he's unraveling and need more. He will beg for mercy without meaning it. Well, he does want mercy, she might murder him like this, if she keeps going, but he wouldn't dream of stopping.

"Mor', mmm, ah, mmngh! M-more. Please! More!" I can hear his pathetic moaning from here.

The fact that he cums again from kissing and that little bit of praise is spot 👏🏻 fucking 👏🏻 on 👏🏻 . And you know she was kissing him. He's wrecked. There is not a single thought bouncing around in his melted brain. So, there's no way in hell he's putting himself together enough to kiss back.

No.

He's getting off on the way that her tight, unbearably wet pussy is clenching around him, claiming his cock for herself, and the way she's claiming his mouth. She's kissing him, bruisingly so. Grabbing his chin and keeping them mouth to mouth, even as Ransom pants and gasps and moans into her mouth. Even when she stops possessively taking his mouth and instead slowly draaaggs her hand down his flushed throat toward his hard, peaked nipples. He's fucking getting off on it. On her staking her claim. Him. Staking her claim on him.

Just a flick of his hard nipple, and Ransom is jolting with a choked, "a-ah!"

It's over for him the second her lush mouth is on his skin. Grazing his nipple with her teeth and chasing the sweet flare of pain with pure pleasure, her tongue hot and wet and good against his tits.

Oh, God.

How's he not supposed to cum? Especially when she, under her breath, almost to herself, murmurs, her voice all husky and sensual, "there's my good boy. Pretty boy. Look at you."

Ransom throbs.

He cries.

He cums.

JesusfuckingChrist.

It's so good he feels it in his teeth.

But, yeah, the moment it's over--she doesn't even have to ruin his orgasm--he's upset. He didn't mean to! He's just--

He didn't--

He didn't think! He couldn't think! He just, just had to! He's sorry! He's wailing a little, he knows he is, but he's upset. And he can't help himself. She can, though, she can calm him down and get him comfortable enough to accept that, yeah, he needs this. He needs his punishment. It centers him. It's what makes this work. Get the cage.

In conclusion:

Yes.

I fucking love this idea. Thank you for sharing! I will be coming back to this later and picturing Ransom being tamed by a domme again. Soon.

[coastxlwaters]

*cough* hullo i hope this isnt a strange or rude thing to say- but as like. a person from the side of sams who likes to ship things, i very much love and appreciate how kind you are!!! some people who dont like to ship things (which is 1000% okay btw, we all have our preferences) are. very big on harassment (and so are some people who *do* ship things, to be fair), but you are just. a nice person!!! ive seen you advocate to leave shippers alone and to not harass them, and that you should just block people you dont agree w instead of pestering them. and i thank you for that a whole lot, sincerely!!!

okay thats it buh bye

-bird

You just made my day, its not weird! I love to get these kinds of things, and yes im against harassing others for their own preferences. I do not like to make my blog about this stuff, and i do follow many shippers! Their art is super cool, and i just avoid the shipping parts they make. I mean, im not a romantic shipper (other than solruin) but i do have a QPR ship of dark sun/solstice x eclipse. I have lost many, many followers and mutuals from that and i dont want other people to have that feeling of dread or sadness when they watch their follower count go down or be blocked by sm they would once call their friend. It really does hurt even if you understand the reason why.

I do draw the line of shipping when it comes to minor x adult though, so i am not some amazing person who has the ability to forgive everything. I appreciate that i have had several asks like this that have made it seem like that, but i am not that great of a person.

I also think there are some that do not ship that go and harass others that dont ship under the disguise of being sm who does ship so it throws more hatred to the ones who do ship and enjoy that. I think that as i have seen it happen many times IRL and in other fandoms. Its a way to make the other side look bad, it usually works.

Im not saying that shippers do not harass, as i have seen some that do, but i am saying both sides are in the fault here.

Im adding this here:

Do. Not. Hate. The. Show. For. Disliking. Some. Ships.

They are real people who also have boundaries and preferences, we understand that yall ship the characters and not the VAs (i mean, some have done that and you really shouldnt do that) but think of it like this.

You and your sibling/close friend (just sm who you dont feel romantic attraction to) make ocs, you post them online. Then people start shipping them. You would get uncomfortable, right? Since a part of your brain is thinking: “but me and my (non romantic partner) dont like eachother like that, but now yall are making this stuff and making us uncomfortable.“

Ofc i feel as if the VA’s could have handled some things better, but we are all human and make mistakes. Just dont bring them into this. So tag your stuff correctly, do not harass, and enjoy the stuff that you enjoy and ignore the stuff you dont. Thats what you call basic human decency, you can be mad at them all you want in your head as long as you dont say it.

Sorry for the long rant, but i cant reblog stuff like this due to being blocked by people who do say stuff like this so i wanted to get this out and on my blog. And i swear to god do not go annoy or harass the people who do say this stuff and saying “why did u block this person!“ they have their reasons for blocking me and others and we should respect them. I have seen people who do this and i dont like it. So dont go harass another person for blocking sm you may think is nice. For all you know i could be a bitch and asshole irl and they know me irl and thats why they blocked me.

Dont harass or get angry at sm until you can see it from their point of view. Since you dont know what they are seeing that you are not.

(but this ask did make my day! Im literally so happy rn cause i try to practice what i preach but smt i feel like i fail or do the wrong thing that makes me look like a hypocrite!!)

[mirthlxss]

a love letter/list to you, your writing and chapter eight.

the palpable atmosphere that price brings to lilith is fantastic, it shows how pivotal he is to her even in the stages of them settling into a routine.

the subtle hints throughout the chapters of a ghost x soap potential relationship is beyond the port of call, i was kicking my feet when you described how ghost immediately went to go and stop lily from tickling soap, i get the feeling he's overtly jealous but using his excuses of not trusting lily to shield it.

the pacing. the. pacing. beautifully timed and executed, many a slowburn in my life have absolutely crushed any sense of character or spacial awareness within the plot due to the lengthy debate of (insert any dilemma). you combine everything so well, have good reason for the give and take that creates this flow, it actually draws me in so much that i get a little sad ive finished the chapter.

the new aesthetic! fucking love it.

'the incredible sulk'!!! FUCKING LOVE IT. the tickles of humour in this is amazing, its just right. i want to be lily's friend so badly. also 'gaz-laxy bar', how tf do you come up with this shit. i can literally see and hear Kyle saying that. again, the 'private no-pants' like the banter is just right. chefs kiss.

your descriptions. so well done, beautiful. that's all ill say because anything else will not do them justice.

OKAY SORRY THIS IS SO LONG but lastly. the most recent chapter, chapter eight. oh my god. tell me if this is reaching?? but price letting himself entertain the idea of new household appliances/cleaning equipment, then dismissing it because there's no real life for him outside of work. then the intermission of lily falling asleep against him and suddenly all he can think about his mops and hoovers. oh my fucking god you are genius, this is so well done and so sweet. he wants a life with her subconsciously>>> I JUST KNOW IT.

˃̵ᴗ˂̵ this is an anon because i am new to your blog and actually a little shy about my gushing but hopefully will work up the courage to expose myself later ahh.

im kicking my feet now! i swear i don't bite (very often) please dm if you feel comfortable!! this is so lovely there's really no need to be shy, always looking for new friends to gush over john with.

moreover, you little angel, thank you for devoting so much time into mulling over my writing, its messages like this that actually keep me writing. you mean the world to me so thank you thank you!

and ehehehe ur so right about the mops n' hoovers.

[hiscleric]

Hi, Blythe!

Literally just came across your tumblr because I loved your ‘Bury me in Metamorphosis’ fic. Wanted to know if you had anything planned and BOY let me tell you how EXCITED I am for this new fantasy Fic ‘With Honour We Hound’.

THE DESIGNS?

THE HOUSES?

THE KINGDOM?

THE WIPS ARE GORGEOUS?

I CANNOT WAIT BECAUSE WILL’S DESIGN IS MY FAVOURITE AND EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM BECAUSE IVE BEEN WAITING FOR A FIC LIKE THIS FOR AGES AND I CANNOT-

Sorry.

Anyway.

QUESTION.

How would you feel, when this fic is eventually release (Epilogue and Chapter 1), if I recommended this to Bylerficrecs here on tumblr?

Basically they do artwork of ao3 Byler fanfics if they were book covers. I think this would be really cool!

I just wanted to ask in case! I’ve recommended a few to the artist so I’m going to slow down for a while and wait for this amazing fic to be prepared.

Tell me what you think!

Have a lovely Christmas 🫶🥹

hello, anon!! thank you for submitting something so absolutely lovely!! means the whole world to me. :D

IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED BMIM!!!! that make's me SO incredibly happy to hear, wow. :D

and ahhhh, thank you... my fantasy au has become my little passion project and i have been putting lots of time and effort into the details to get things just right, so to hear your sweet compliments means loads. you are too kind, i swear!! i may just tear up. :,]

oh my god.... if you submitted it i would be HONORED??? im actually close mutuals with the person that runs that tumblr blog and the twitter account and they made a post about bmim and it DID bring me to tears, so if fantasy au got the same treatment.... needless to say, i would be an emotional wreck, totally and completely. i would be so grateful if you did!! thank you for asking, by the way, that is so sweet!!

overall anon, thank you for being so kind (count how many times i said thank you....)!! your sweet words mean the world and MORE to me and this made me smile sosososososo wide!! :D

i hope YOU have a lovely christmas, too!! :D <3

[rrxnjun]

oh my god thanku really love the date cuz its a national holiday here so every year i'm getting fireworks🤭🩷💗also can i ask when is ur birthday or is that top secret information?👀

oo i'm really glad u were able to keep the idea🥳🥳(but really cuz other wise i might have not found ur page and that is just heartbreaking when i think about it��)

tbh i'm down if u end up coming just tell me cuz i'm 80% sure i will go🫡 i don't understand why they are not going to vienna like i remember it being so popular for concerts cuz i was so salty about the fact that it's just the neighboring country and they couldn't have come a little bit closer🤣 AHH MAN NOOO THATS SO SAD☹️☹️☹️I HOPE U WILL BE ABLE TO SEE THEM ONE DAY!!!!☹️

U ARE JUST AMAZING FOR THAT!! best tendencies 🤣 yeah i was very shocked as well but i didn't get edits about it luckily cuz i think that would have made me so much more sad🫡 I UNDERSTAND THAT SO MUCH I WAS THE SAME FOR AGOOD WHILE MANS WAS ON MY MIND 24/7 (and still he is very much there although not as much as he used to:/)🤭 IDK I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY THERE ARE BASICALLY NO TREASURE WRITERS HERE??? but i really think u would be an exceptional writer for them👀sooo i'm waiting for a treasure fic if u don't fall out of them ofc (although that is kinda hard to imo) ooo u know i think just a drabble couldn't hurt anyoneeee🤗 THEN IM WAITING FOR UR FIC EVEN MORE🥳

HOOE UR DOING WELL AS WELL!!! and i'm not too sweet u are too sweet!!!!!🩷💘💘 (and sorry again for the very late reply school sucks☹️)

(and i also wanted to ask that should i send u asks on ur other acc if i see something that i would bring up here just so i don't pollute this page anymore than i already did🤣like i just keep bringing up random topics here so sorry)

(liebestraum anon🌷💕💞)

omg thats so cool???? fireworks on your bday every year must be so amazing woah,,,, my bday is not a top secret dw 😌😌 its quite literally in 2 days (apr 16) lmao i feel very old and i also forgot its my bday this sunday so when my mum mentioned it i was like what already???

hhhh i am too!! i am currently actively writing it just so you know<33 if school doesnt kick my ass as hard (which it might bc i have my first final in 10 days LMAO) i think it should be done before summer AHAHA

have fun if you end up going!!! i had a talk w everyrone and came to the conclusion that i just cant go this year so thats :// maybe next year.... manifesting vienna fr that way i could be home the same day if i tried hard enough. VIENNA USED TO BE SO POPULAR W CONCERTS i swear every pop punk band and their mothers back in the day had a concert there. what happened im gen so confused i keep searching for it on every tour but nowadays no one goes there

you know the song TV by billie eilish??? thOSE edits make me so heartbroken. like 'dont know where you are right now, did you see me on TV?' bitch stop puting mashidam onto those lyrics i will have a full on meltdown. but anyways my man jihoon is still on my mind 24/7 and its gotten even worse man i need serious help i think. somebody call an exorcist. and stop supporting that drabble i will nOT write it (i am trying really hard to contain myself rn)

school sucks and it should be cancelled. >:(( i hope youre doing well i enjoyed hearing from you,, hope life treats you good in the next couple of days!!! mwah

also you can send asks whenever you want!! honestly this is my space and i dont mind clogging the dash djfkdlj if anyone minds these they can just block the tag, they curate their own tumblr experience :p but if you ever wanna send anything to mosviqu or my other blogs i honestly welcome you everywhere!!!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

reeba !!! taylor !!! midnights!!! omg did you have any idea ?!?!?!? it's always out of nowhere i swear aksdfjjj :') <33

hi!! hello!!

no I fucking did not like. she was doing interviews like no I don't have another album in me just yet, I'm so tired, I thought new album would take a few years??

like obviously it's been nearly 2 years since evermore but there's the rerecordings. and also I think I've been spoilt by the folklore/evermore release schedule because I feel...empty that we don't have the tracklist or like we're not getting the whole album + mv immediately after the announcement 😅

it looks so good though! I first saw her red carpet look waking up mid sleep to check something and I thought oh so rep? and then I woke up and my friend was screaming about the new album

the aesthetic looks so gooooood. I might invest in a good eyeshadow palette so I can make her blue eyeshadow look my personality for a bit✨

also hello? louis and taylor having their albums out within a month of each other? louaylor rights!!

4 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

#4

reeba!!! happy new year, my dear ✨🎉!! im so glad to have had so many silly and serious and everything-in-between conversations with you this past year 😊💫💖 i hope the new year brings a million happy moments, exciting opportunities, and pockets of peace for you 💌🥰

essie <333 happy slightly belated new year🎉🎆 I'm so glad YOU reached out after seeing my random tag rambles😭🥺🥺 because I don't think. I would have. and then I wouldn't have an insanely talented friend who's also? so good at getting the weird intangible thoughts and feelings that I am usually too insecure to talk about to most people. we're matching brain waves on a facet of ourselves and I am very very grateful to have known you this past year<3

thank you for all the wishes omg, same for you!! a million happy moments and a sense of fulfilment, progress and contentment with life. and the strength to step out of our comfort zones and reach for happiness💗💖

also I put in fireworks but I detest those irl, considering I cover my ears when balloons pop. so I hope your ears survived intact 😬

4 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

(also, no need to answer, just want to say i see about the flooding and i'm thinking about you <3 that must feel really scary and sad, i hope you and your loved ones are doing okay, sending love <3 <3 <3)

thank you, my area is safe but the country as a whole. all the provinces are effected, so many lives and livelihoods destroyed...it's really bad out there. and videos and constant updates are..emotionally taxing but if you put it in the back of your mind, you just get busy with your life and you forget those people who will need months until they can even begin to start rebuilding there lives.

and of course crops were effected so prices of some stuff are already high and they'll only get higher. and we already have shitty price hikes due to a recent change in government after some political turmoil. but thank God for private non-profits who actually help the people instead of looting donations

sorry this is. a lot. I just wish there was more I could do besides donating. hopefully volunteer activities will crop up after the initial situation has been stabilized so I can do something that isn't limited by my finances

5 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

#2

reeba !!! are you back from the land of the shadowbanned??! also, what track are you claiming off midnights 👀🌙💫

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii essie🥰🥰

I am back from the land of the shadowbanned alright, so back in fact that when I saw half your ask in my notifications saying are you back from the land of... I didn't have the slightest inkling what this could be about and like a perfectly normal person, I wondered, why does essie think I'm in the land of the dead? 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

as for claiming tracks, not to be (more) dramatic, I don't what's going on, idk who I AM? because like I cannot decide a track to claim. like this has never happened in any of the album releases I've been through so far. but like. lavender haze, maroon or midnight rain. like I think I want something s o f t. and side A sounds softer but I feel like the titles are going to be very misleading regarding the vibe? I am CERTAIN that whatever song I claim will not be my favorite. only two more sleeps till we know🕛⏳

How are you faring with this claiming business that I'm pathetically failing at😂

6 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

hey hi how are you ☺️✨ (i typed this and my brain went ‘how’s life, tell me how’s your family’ even though i haven’t listed to that song in FOREVER aksjjj but i’m off to rectify that now <3)

hi essie!! ☀️✨✨

to be very honest, I'm just... tired 😅 I'm trying to juggle some uni stuff with a part-time job and utterly failing at time management. like I COULD give up the me time but at what cost? losing my soul? so I'm just sacrificing sleep etc 🥳🥳

oof not back to decemberrrrr. i don't think I've heard it since 9th grade except once with red tv but I remember it all too well🤪

I think that's what the kids these are calling 'core memories'

how are you?? how's life and your family (feline family)

7 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[anantaru]

YORUUUU

It's me, the one who was afraid that I wouldn't save enough primos and fates in time for Zhongli's banner after winning both Xiao and Kazuha in a row.

I am proud to say.

The reason I started to play Genshin.

The number 1 man in my life.

Bone daddy himself.

Has come home.

*SQUEEE*

I swear, you bring sunshine in my life. Truly. I am so unlucky to the point I lose when I want to win and win when I wanna lose in other things but I SWEAAAR your just positive aura just, ugh I can't explain it. It's like you are sunshine infecting my life and I'm so happy. I swear, you're magic.

OMG HI LOVE IM SORRY THIS IS LATE i didn‘t get to your previous ask yet so i‘m gonna answer this one now!! 💗🧸 AND OMG YOU GOT ZHONGLI THE DADDY HIMSELF CONGRATS 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 treat him right okay !! 🤭

and oh my god your last paragraph almost made me cry 🙈 this means so much to me since i always try to bring happiness to this blog and i tried to kind of make it a safespace not only for myself but for others and i‘m again, so happy i bring you some sort of joy like omg nonon i love you!! 🙇🏻‍♀️💗

also here i show you my favorite zhongli pics of all time, he‘s honestly a game changer and he‘s always in my team no matter what🤭

[relax-and-read-on]

A series of Very-Good-Much Appreciated-Pls-I-need-More-Fanfic-Of-Them Ship in warhammer

I love warhammer. I really, really do. And since I am a dirty multishiper, I have developed with time quite a collections of ship that I personally adore. This is just a lowkey personal archive of them all, because it's fun and it make me happy to gush about them. I ship more than those, this is just my lil list of OTP. If your not comfy with astartes shipping, primarch shipping, or generally queer content... Then im sorry but I'm not gonna be a super fun blog gor you lmao.

THE NON ASTARTES KIND:

Jurgen/Cain + Amberley: The OG. The two bros. Those two fuck, and are not even subtle about it. Amberley like to join, because Jurgen aint so bad after he take a shower, and Cain is a cuddler. It's less of a relationship and more of a deep affection and trust between them 3. Best OT3

Gaunt/Rawne: oh those two FUCK. HARD. It's less of a relationship and more of a "fucking hell your still alive you bitch" type of deal. Very sexy.

Larkin/Bragg: I love them. So much. Surprisingly amount of good fanfic about them on ao3, because EVERYONE could see that those two were in love.

Obyron/Zahndrekh: GAY!!! ROBOTS!!! I don't take any criticisms, I will ship them until the heat death of the universe.

THE ASTARTES ONE

Sevatar/Sigismund: what is there to say here, aside from "they definitely fucked That One Time and Sevatar was the bottom?".

Polux/Dantioch: listen, this one make me cackle, because they are so clearly in love and care for one another, but their dads would be UP THE WALLS about it lmao. Very good boys.

Talos/Half the fucking night lord: I love Talos. He's my baby boy. But my god. He has such slut energy. He hit me as the kind who get lowkey frustrated and ask for a fuck instead of a fight. He's a poetic lover boy.

Thiel/Literally anyone: Listen. This baby deserve the world. He's too wild and free to be stuck surrounded by boring ultramarines. Give him a nice boyfriend.

Kharn/Argel Tal: the gay dudebros. Incredibly oblivious, the two of them. The kind that go "It's not gay if the dick don't touch right?". Would have probably adopted a ton of rescue dogs and ride motorcycle in another life, they just have that vibe.

THE PRIMARCH (there's gonna be a whole lot of those lmao I love them)

Guilliman/Yvraine: this one make me cackle so hard. Ofc mister boyscout would go for the big tidies eldar goth gf. He would bring ber to family dinner too, and only half because he wanted to see everyone loose their shit.

Leman/Lion: The only Lion ship I can tolerate. Lion must be deep in the closet and go "stupid sexy Leman I want to punch him >:(". It's a fun one.

Leman/Magnus: Toxic. Ex. The kind that burn down your shit on the front lawn and crash your car, and you still sleep with them two weeks later. I adore them. They are the best if you are in the mood for spicy stuff.

Magnus/Kitten: TTS still got me by the THROAT, and those two are just perfect. If I have to force Kitten in every warhammer media, trust me, *i fucking will.* Probably my actual fav ship on this entire list.

Magnus/Perturabo: Pert is my problematic fav, and I want him happy. Clearly, he only love and care for ONE boy and one boy only, and it's Magnus. Pert would be romantic af toward him, you can't change my mind

Perturabo/Calliphone: the only woman he ever loved, truly. She was his soul, and ngl, he should have just taken her with him when he left, life would have been BETTER for everyone.

Sevatar/Konrad: Do i need to get into this one? Really??? Yall know how much I love those two. I made an entire post about them. Just find my Konrad tag lmao.

Konrad/Vulkan: I know, that's a odd one, but I firmly believe Konrad hated our man partly because he was high key attracted to him and it was freaking him out. Vulkan would never... Unless Konrad got *all the therapy*. I will probably ramble about it more one day lmao.

Fulgrim/Ferrus Manus: They are cannonly together your honor, I swear! I snuck into gw and saw all the sexy secret art of them kissing. They are just hiding it away from us.

Horus/Sanguinius: Those two are married. That's canon. You just need to read the Horus heresy in its entirety while high af and listening to Celine Dion backward. You then acess all the secret chapter chapter where they are married.

Emperor/Valdor: SOMEONE has to keep big E company and call him a bitch ass dumbfuck for all the move he make, and Valdor can have that role!!

Guilliman/Lorgar: Almost forgot those two lmao. I love them because they are basically the Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss meme made ship. They both DEEPLY regret every interaction that brought them together. Still very entertaining for me lmao.

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pls headcanons about hopper + squirting 🥺

Again, I’m so sorry this has taken so long!! I hope you enjoy and that you’re doing okay!

This HC contains swearing, overstimulation, lots of fun finger stuff, some ‘good girl’s, and a touch of praise kink, so 18+, obvs.

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If You’ve Never Squirted Before

It started like any other night.

You and Jim Hopper are newly dating and still finding out what the other likes, and taking great pleasure in it.

‘Oh, fuck...’ you breathe as he places hungry, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, three of his thick, long fingers thrusting in and out of you, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your clit. Your hands are gripping at his hair and shoulder, your breaths coming quicker and higher as your orgasm nears.

‘Yeah, cum for me... C’mon, baby...’

When you do, slick walls gripping at him, hips arching, he’ll kiss down your throat to your chest, his fingers only slowing a little. He loves to prolong your pleasure as much as possible... but there’s something different about this time.

He usually slows gradually but he doesn’t, just continuing. Your fingers press into his skin, your mouth opening, and his lips will move to your ear.

‘This okay?’

God, you love how he checks in with you, it’s such a damn turn-on.

You nod quickly as the knot of pleasure in your lower stomach, still lingering and spreading through you, starts to heighten again, your back arching.

His head is at your chest, lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking firmly as his tongue circles it.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck...’ you chant breathlessly, one hand flying up from his hair to grip at the headboard to try and ground yourself.

‘You gonna cum again for me, baby?’ he murmurs against your breasts, mouth moving to your other nipple.

‘Mhm...’ is all you can get out, the sound short and high from the back of your throat.

His fingers fuck you through the waves of pleasure that wash over you for a second time, his arm by your head to hold himself up as your own body arches, longer moans slipping from your lips.

You try to catch your breath as his fingers slow a little again, though, again, only a little.

Hopper mouths his way up your throat to your lips, swallowing your breathless moans with light, lingering kisses.

‘You feel so good,’ he murmurs, fingers scissoring slightly inside you, flexing and rotating. ‘So fuckin’ wet for me...’

Your eyes are nearly rolling back as you groan softly, your hands now gripping at his shoulders. You’re so sensitive now, barely coming down from your first orgasm let alone your second... but it just feels so damn good...

And then his thumb starts to slowly circle your swollen, aching clit again

Gasping, your nails dig into his skin, your eyes now rolling back as you close them.

‘Oh, fu─uck...”

‘Still okay?’ he murmurs against your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there.

It’s a few moments before you can speak, unable to stop your hips from rolling up into his touch slightly. ‘I don’t think I can... Don’t think I can cum again...’

‘Yeah, you can... You gonna give me one more?’

His eyes lock with yours... and, fuck, you want to.

‘... Yeah... Yeah, I can...’

‘There’s a good girl.’

Just those words pull a moan from you, and you feel his smile against your skin.

His fingers slide back a little, massaging, probing, curling... and he knows he’s found it when you cry out with unbridled pleasure, your head thrown back, teeth gritted. He curls them over and over, stroking and stroking as his thumb circles your clit.

‘Oh God, oh God, fuck, oh, God...’ Words and sounds fall from your lips, all you know and can focus on the pure bliss coursing through you.

And then a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation starts to rapidly build in your lower stomach.

Gasping, your eyes snap open as you look down at him, trying to find the words but you can barely speak. ‘Mmh... Think... Think I’m gonna─’

An intense flood of pleasure barrels through you as you release, gushing all over his fingers, hand and arm.

He practically growls, eyes darting from your face, to catch your every expression, to your dripping pussy, his fingers and thumb not stopping.

‘Fuck, yeah, soak my arm, baby... That’s it...’

You think you might have completely zoned out or maybe even passed out for a couple of seconds because suddenly his lips are on your forehead and his fingers are finally slowing to a stop.

‘Good girl, so fuckin’ good...’ he murmurs, his kisses so tender as his wet hand settles on your waist.

You can feel parts of his bare chest are damp, too, as he leans closer to you.

Holy fucking shit.

‘You good?’ he asks quietly, brushing his nose against yours.

‘Mhmm... Yeah... So fucking good...’

He chuckles as he captures your lips in a deep kiss.

After that, anytime you have an extended amount of time together he’ll try and make you squirt, taking great pleasure in doing so.

Which leads into...

If You’ve Squirted Before

Hopper has a designated towel for the ~ occasion ~ as he likes to call it. He just needs to appear in the door way, holding it in one hand, eyes fixed on you, and you’re already practically squirming.

He’ll watch your every reaction and expression, making sure he’s not pushing you too far, though he trusts that you’ll tell him if he is anyway.

He loves the absolute release it gives you, your entire body going slack as your mouth drops open.

And he loves it so much because he knows how much you fucking love it.

As always, he whispers the most sinfully delicious things into your ear, telling you how wet you are, to listen to the sounds your pussy’s making, to soak him and the towel, to make a mess.

Afterwards, he’ll always press the softest of kisses to your lips and forehead, giving you the time you need to come down from your high, hands stroking your thighs, stomach, waist. He’ll tell you how incredible you are, how well you did for him.

He’ll want to know exactly how it felt, how good it was.

Then, he’ll do all the cleaning up while you lie there, still trying to catch your breath, dazed. Wrapping his arms around you when he climbs back into bed, he’ll brush kisses along your shoulder and neck, ending up near your ear so he can murmur how much he loves you.

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c’mon pretty boy — miya atsumu

✎ gender. uhm neutral? but female parts are used ✎ contains. pegging, dom!reader, aka atsumu’s a little bratty :3c but i didnt focus on it that much, degradation and praising (giving), oral (giving and receiving), face-riding, little bit of edging, aftercare!!!, bad grammar (i think i switched between tenses hng) ✎ wc. 5.8k (im so sorry)

✎ summary. you’ve always been more of a switch, and you really want to, well, switch, things up. It’ll just take some convincing when it comes to your dear boyfriend.

✎ ameris’ notes. repost from my other blog! owo lil special thanks for nidae back when they helped me a bit with this fic <3

The shatter of the mug echoed through the kitchen, but your form stayed still, sipping your cup of coffee as you stared at Atsumu’s appalled face across the room. His hands frozen and the back of his head still facing you. 

“What?” He nearly murmured, turning to face you. 

Gently and calmly, you set the cup on the table as you uncrossed your legs. Perhaps you should have waited for Atsumu to sit at the table across from you, but what’s done is done. 

Eyeing the remains of the mug on the floor, you stood back up to meet Atsumu’s brown eyes. 

“I wanna peg and dom you,” you said again, then pointed to the mess on the floor. “Also you’re cleaning that up.” 

Atsumu grimaced, “Hell no.” Carefully, he tiptoed around the shattered pieces to grab a broom and dustpan to clean it up. He was thankful that the mug wasn’t filled with coffee yet. 

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” You grinned at him as you leaned against the kitchen counter, resting your chin on your hand. He crouched down to pick up the pieces but gave you a wary side glance. 

Atsumu knew that your eyes were on him like a hawk. The two of you guys were together long enough that you knew his every tell. And he knew it. Sometimes, you knew him better than you knew yourself. You were there for him for most of his life, from losing to Karasuno at Nationals during second year, to the falling out you two had in third year, to reconnecting a year after graduation, and finally to when he got scouted by the MSBY Black Jackals when he finally asked you out. 

The point is, Atsumu knew that you knew he wasn’t opposed to the idea of you taking control in the bedroom. And he knew you knew that he knew. 

“What size do you want?” You asked the setter, already scrolling through an adult sex toy website on your phone. 

“I never said I wanted to get pegged,” Atsumu replied, standing back up to throw the remains away. He had to walk past you to toss it into the trash and suddenly he became more and more aware of the predatory gaze you had on him. 

Biting your bottom lip, you set your phone down and trailed your eyes over his broad shoulders, to his slim waist (at least compared to the rest of him), and his ass. Atsumu’s thighs were nice too, no doubt, except with the gray sweatpants he had on it was hard to admire. But damn, did you want to ruin him. 

Slowly you walked up to your boyfriend and as he turned to face you, suddenly surprised by your presence, you set your hands on his hips, your eyes settling on his chest before going up to his eyes. Atsumu swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing along. Your lust-filled eyes almost scaring him. 

Your hands squeezed his hips, bringing him closer to you. A smirk made its way onto your face when you felt his hardened length against you. 

“Yeah, but I think you like the idea of it, don’t you?” Leaning up with your breath ghosting over his ear you whispered, “You’d love getting fucked in the ass and you’d love being a good boy, just for me, wouldn’t you, baby?” You made sure to grind into his hips when the last syllable left your mouth. 

A low groan rumbled over Atsumu but you suddenly took a step back, an innocent smile on your face being the total opposite to the mood of what was happening just a few seconds ago. 

For once, Atsumu swallowed his pride, knowing that you wouldn’t do anything without his explicit consent. 

“Surprise me. On the size...” he murmured the last part, looking off to the side. 

“Yay!” You cheered in an extremely jarring change of tone, immediately picking up your phone to continue to scroll through for a strap-on. 

Atsumu huffed, slightly pissed off that you just left him hanging. Whatever, he’ll make you help him out. Leaving you to your own devices, he settled onto the couch and turned on the TV. That is, until you spoke up once more. 

“In the meantime, do you want me to help you with your little problem?” You asked, your voice ever so slightly condescending. His cock strained against his sweatpants and Atsumu couldn’t help but shift around his pants, feeling ever so slightly uncomfortable. Especially with how your eyes rest on the obvious tent. 

But you wanted to play around a bit, test the waters. 

“Yeah baby, why don’t you help me out?” Atsumu smirked, trying to regain control only for him to slightly falter once he saw the frown on your face. 

“Sorry baby,” you walked up to him, caressing his face to make him stare up at you, “only good boys get taken care of.” You ruffled his blonde hair before walking away. There was a little sway in your hips as you walked into your shared bedroom and Atsumu knew that he was so fucked. Literally. 

Of course, he shut off the TV to quickly follow you into the bedroom, stumbling over himself on the way. 

Atsumu’s presence could be described as large, to put it simply. 

He’s a professional volleyball player for one thing, so he was taller than the average person. He’s more than fit too, with his broad shoulders and large thighs. Physically, he took up a lot of room. And even then, Atsumu was loud. His personality took up the entire room whenever he could. 

So to see you staring down at him with a hunger in your eyes that he’s never seen before. Shit, for the first time in his life he’s felt small. And fuck does he like it. Loved it, even. 

Not that he’ll ever admit it. 

Not with the way you stood between his legs and how you tilted his chin to look up at you. God forbid he ever admits to being into this. 

“Bet by the end of this, you’ll be so tired I’ll have to take care of you,” Atsumu smirked up at you but instead, your other hand pulled sharply on his hair, yanking him back. You bent down, your lips ghosting against his. 

“If you keep acting like a brat I’ll make sure you don’t get to cum,” you scold, “only good boys get to cum.” 

With that said, you shoved him back by his shoulders, causing him to fall onto the bed with a light plop. To Atsumu’s distaste, you walked away. But when he saw you grab the strap on and the lube that came with it? He could swear he felt his cock twitch in his sweats. 

You set the items on the bed for easier access as you moved to straddle him. You purposely grinded down onto his already hard member and bent down to give him a soft, short kiss, only to move your lips away. You smirked, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes as he desperately tried to kiss your lips. 

“Does my pretty boy want to kiss me?” 

His hand moved from your hips to the back of your head but you immediately slapped it away, pinning the arm down beside his head as you glared. 

“If you keep acting like a pathetic brat, you won’t cum at all tonight,” you threatened. “Just because of that keep your hands to yourself, okay? ‘Tsumu.” Atsumu’s breath hitched. You knew what kind of effect you had on him. You felt him subtly grind into your core just then, but you’d let it slide. After all, the way he was uncharacteristically quiet because of you made you feel a little bit too powerful. 

Slowly, you trailed your hands down his chest, grazing over his nipples before playing with the hem of his shirt. Tapping Atsumu’s side, silently telling him you wanted to take it off, he shifted himself to make it easier and you quickly pulled off his shirt. 

You took a deep breath, admiring him underneath you. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” And shit, Atsumu really did have a praise kink because all he wanted was for you to keep on complimenting him, praising him, to call him your pretty boy. 

“Are you just going to stare at me?” Atsumu smirked, his voice slightly wavering. He hoped you didn’t notice, you did.

“I could,” you replied, your hands slightly hovering over his chest, barely touching him, “I could touch myself, make myself cum as I stare at your pretty body. But that would mean you don’t get to cum. I don’t think you’d want that, would you?” Your hand slid down his abdomen, your finger tracing over the ‘v’ shape lines. You knew he wanted you to touch him, especially with the way he was pressing up into your core. 

Wanting a little bit of relief yourself, you grinded down into him, a slight moan leaving both your and his mouth. 

“Shit, st-stop fucking teasing!” Atsumu growled, tossing his head back slightly. 

You clicked your tongue, “I give the orders here, baby. Not you.”

Climbing off of him, you gestured for him to move further back onto the bed to get into a more comfortable position. Atsumu sat there, watching you as you slowly took off your top and pants, leaving you bare with just a matching lace bra and panties. His favorite ones; the ones that he loved to tear off of you. And you knew it. 

You moved onto the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight as you went to sit between his legs. Atsumu felt incredibly vulnerable with your gaze on the obvious tent in his sweatpants, but he felt safe, comfortable.

Your finger traced over the tent lightly, Atsumu rutting his hips up to get more of your touch but you quickly pulled your hand away. Instead, your hand dipped below his waistband, dragging down both his briefs and pants and tossed the clothes to the side, freeing his hard member as it slapped against his stomach. Trails of precum left on his stomach and Atsumu stared down at you, waiting for your touch. 

“You look so pretty like this,” you sighed out, your hand finally wrapping around his hard cock, your thumb swiping over his red tip to spread the precum. Leaning up, you pressed your lips against his and he immediately reciprocated, pressing back even harder against you. You bit his bottom lip, causing him to groan as you continued stroking his cock, his hips ever so slightly thrusting into your fist. You slipped your tongue into his mouth before you pulled away, a string of saliva connected your mouth and Atsumu’s. 

Your grip tightened as you stroked a little faster and a groan left his mouth, tossing his head back. 

“Fuck, feels good,” he moaned out. 

“Yeah, pretty boy?” You asked. Before Atsumu could reply, you ducked your head down, placing a languid kiss against his red tip. Then a small kitten lick against the beads of precum that gathered at the tip. Atsumu let out a choked moan, wanting more from you but he bit his lip, he wasn’t about to let you hear him beg, he knew he’d lose if he begged. But you weren’t about to lose either. 

Slowly, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and moved your head down his shaft until you felt Atsumu hit the back of your throat. It was difficult taking all of him in your mouth, since Atsumu was on the larger side but it was easier now after a bit of practice. 

Breathing through your nose, you hollow your cheeks and begin bobbing your head up and down his cock. Atsumu tried holding back his moans but when you slightly slapped his hip, he finally let out every pretty noise that was only for your ears. Your hands began stroking the parts of him that you couldn’t reach as your jaw began hurting. But you were determined to make Atsumu cum and with the way his thighs tensed and his moans getting louder as he pleaded for you to let him cum, you knew he was well on his way. 

You take your mouth off of him, to his disappointment, but when your hand takes over, stroking him how he likes it all thought leaves his head. 

“Your moans sound so pretty, baby,” you murmured against his lips before kissing him and swallowing his moans. You couldn’t help the smirk that made its way onto your lips as he began thrusting up into your fist and with how he couldn’t focus on kissing you. Instead, he pulled away letting out a loud groan as he felt his peak approach. 

Until you stopped your strokes and Atsumu let out the saddest of whines which made you want to spoil him. But you wouldn’t. 

“Fuck, I was so close,” Atsumu panted. 

“Gotta beg for it, baby, I don’t know how much you want to cum,” you replied. Atsumu scowled at you but you could only smile back at him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Especially with how you decided to wrap your hands around his hard cock again, slowly stroking up and down his shaft. 

Atsumu let out more moans and he knew that you already won. He knew that you wouldn’t let him cum, would make him edge for the rest of the night and as much as he liked the idea of that, maybe it’d be better off if it was for another night.

Another night, meaning he was definitely going to let you do whatever you pleased to him again after this. 

“Fuck,” he gasped out your name, feeling you speed up your strokes, your thumb swiping over his tip. He thrusted his hips up into your fist, felt his thighs tensing and his peak was coming close again. Faster this time as you had just edged him. Just as you were about to edge him once he finally let out the words you’ve been wanting to hear.”

“Let me cum, please, I—fuuuck—“ he choked on his words, letting out a loud, desperate groan. “‘S’close, I want to—want to cum.” 

Knowing that was the best you were going to get out of him, for now, you continued stroking his hard member, your grip tightening just a little bit. You were sure to focus on giving his tip the attention it needed as well. And then his eyes rolled back into his head, a loud moan escaping his mouth that vaguely sounded like your name and spurts of white cum painted your hand and his stomach. 

You stroked him through his orgasm, feeling his member slowly softening. When Atsumu put his hand on your wrist, trying to pull you away from him to prevent overstimulation, you smiled up at him. 

“Good boy, you look so good cumming like that, ‘Tsumu. So pretty, all for me,” you leaned up to give him a chaste kiss. You pulled away, staring at him with half lidded eyes before kissing him again. 

Atsumu lived for your kisses, with the way you were nibbling on his bottom lip to the way your tongue swiped into his mouth, how you slightly suckled on his tongue. If it was possible, he could live off of your kisses but he was only human, still in need of air and still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. So he pulled away.

His brown eyes stared into yours, as you stared at him with innocent eyes. You brought your hand up to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the cum that fell on your hand and you smiled. 

“Always taste so good, baby,” you moved your hand towards him, telling him to lick what was left and he hesitantly did what he was told. Atsumu’s cock was already hardening once more from how dirty this was. 

“So, are ya gonna fuck me already or what?” He asked, eyeing the strap-on that sat on the bed. 

You clicked your tongue, “Gotta be patient baby. Besides,” you pushed him down gently onto the bed, stripping off your panties and bra before climbing to straddle his waist, “you’re gonna make me cum with your tongue, okay pretty boy?”  Immediately, his hands went to caress your breasts but you slapped them away, pinning them beside his head. 

“No touching until I say so,” you chastised Atsumu, “now make me cum or I’ll leave you exactly like this.” You reach back to lightly stroke his cock before pulling away, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth. 

Before Atsumu could give you any type of remark, you had already climbed towards the top of the bed, settling your legs beside his head. 

Atsumu stared up at your glistening folds, his hands already automatically trying to grab your hips to bring you down to his mouth. Repeating your actions from before, you were quick to swipe his hands away. 

“Remember what I said, pretty boy,” you scolded. With that, he slowly set his hands back onto the bed, gripping the sheets and you lowered yourself onto his face. One of your hands buried in his hair and the other on the headboard. 

Hesitantly, Atsumu licked his tongue through your folds from your entrance to clit, a pleased moan leaving his mouth as he tasted you and he was sure not to miss your gasp. You pull on his hair a little harder, slowly grinding your hips down on his mouth, following his tongue against your core. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so-fuck!” you desperately cried out as he brought your clit into his mouth, suckling on it then going back to licking through your folds. Your grip on his hair tightens as you begin bucking your hips against him, breathy moans filling the room. 

His tongue trails down from your clit to your entrance, thrusting in you as one of his hands moved to then replace his tongue. You’d be sure to punish Atsumu another time because fuck was he putting his mouth to good use for once. He slipped in two of his long, thick fingers into your wet hole that’s a mix of your slick and his own saliva. He moves his mouth back to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bud and suckling against it as his strong setter fingers stroked inside you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you so easily and so well. 

“Fuck, yes, I’m almost-” you felt the pressure in your core building up and your thighs tensing up. A desperate whine left your lips as you finally hit your climax. Atsumu stroked you through your orgasm, letting you ride his face until your grip on his hair loosened up and you slowly got off of him. 

A sense of pride and admiration flowed through you as soon as you saw your slick coat the sides of his mouth and chin. Sitting slightly up, Atsumu grinned at you as he placed his fingers into his mouth, sucking and cleaning his fingers of your juices before pulling them out with a ‘pop’. 

Grasping him by the back of his head, you pulled him towards you, placing a passionate kiss against his mouth. Your tongue stroking his lips before he parted to let you taste yourself against him. Atsumu moaned against you when one of your hands moved to twist one of his nipples between your fingers. 

You pulled away, a smirk very apparent on your face as he flushed red, “So you like that more than you let on, huh.” You recalled the few times you’ve given his nipples attention in the past, him often pulling your hand away but he’d always bring you into a kiss right away instead. Probably to hide his pink-tinted cheeks. 

Atsumu pursed his lips before you moved to kiss his jawline, then began leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his neck, suckling here and there to leave marks. You made your way down his chest, making sure to lightly play with his nipples with your fingers until your lips found its way onto his chest. You pull the perked bud in between your lips, sucking and lightly nibbling. You stared up at Atsumu, who let out light, breathy moans with his eyes shut. 

You pulled away, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube, the cap opening up with a click. Atsumu opened his eyes at the sound, then watched you closely. You patted his knees and Atsumu layed back on the bed, spreading his legs open. 

“You alright?” You asked, watching as he seemed a bit uneasy. 

Atsumu would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. On one hand, he wanted to prove that he could take your cock. On the other, he’s the one usually doing the fucking. But fuck he really, really, liked feeling like putty because of you. 

He felt your hands caress his legs up to his waist, “Relax baby-” you kissed him at the crown of his head “-we can always stop if you’re uncomfortable.” But Atsumu shook his head with a huff. 

“Can’t lose to you,” he argued. You lightly chuckled, knowing that was just a way for him to convince himself that you fucking him? Wasn’t going to make him less than. And if his conversations with Bokuto and Hinata in the locker room were any indication, he was clearly the one winning. 

“Alright,” you grab one of the pillows on the bed, telling him to lift his hips as you slide it snuggly underneath him. You moved to sit between his legs, tapping on them. 

“Hold yourself open, pretty boy,” you ordered softly. Atsumu placed his hands under his knees, spreading his legs open for you and watched as you stared down at his puckered hole. You traced your finger around it, Atsumu slightly jolte and you chuckled softly to place a kiss on his thigh, murmuring reassuring words to the man. 

With the bottle of lube, you poured a generous amount on your fingers before moving to slowly insert a finger into his hole. You kissed his thigh again, asking Atsumu if he was alright. 

“Y-yeah,” he breathed out. He was about to ask you to move but instead bit his tongue. The feeling of your finger in him was... Foreign, to say the least. But it wasn’t unwelcome. With the way you fingered him gently was different to how you’ve been treating him every now and then this past session. 

“Ah-!” Atsumu gasped out in pleasure when you placed another finger into him, even pouring a bit of lube to help ease the stretch. You kissed him again, distracting him from any discomfort as you stretched him for what was to come. Your fingers stroked his insides, scissoring every so often to try to open him up wider. 

You pulled away, glancing at his face to make sure he was alright before he told you to keep going. You smirked, kissing the tip of his nose before you went to kiss his chest once more, leaving dark red marks. He’d have to change quickly if he wanted to avoid any teasing from his teammates in the locker room. 

Sliding one more finger into him, Atsumu moaned. You separated your mouth from his chest, smiling at the marks before staring up at him, your fingers sliding in and out much more easily as you spread him open. 

“You like that baby?” You asked, leaning back to stare at him in all his glory. His cock was painfully hard, dripping with precum with an achingly red tip. With your free hand, you lightly stroked him before placing a languid kiss on his tip before sitting back up and pulling your hand away. “Okay, pretty boy, do you think you’re ready?” 

Atsumu nodded his head, not trusting his voice. You kissed his thigh again before taking your fingers out, watching as his hole fluttered around nothing. Atsumu was about to let his legs down again but you held them both back.

“Be a good boy for me and keep yourself open, baby,” you told him then climbed off the bed to put on the strap on a little easier. Atsumu watched as you placed your legs through the harness, watching as the dildo hung from your hips as you snuggly put it on. Admittedly, you looked really good, to put it simply. And, he was glad you picked one that wasn’t too girthy but still somewhat long. It wasn’t too intimidating as you slid back onto the bed, grabbing the lube bottle once more to coat the dildo before tossing the bottle to the side. 

You settled between his legs once more, your hands caressing his thighs before settling onto his hips. 

“Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” you said softly, as you stared down into his brown eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, just fuck me already,” Atsumu replied. You rolled your eyes, slapping his bare cheek. He was definitely ready but trying to hide his nerves. “Unless you’re too tired.” 

You glare at him, already grabbing the dildo to place at his entrance and pressed your hips forward. Atsumu hissed which quickly turned into a moan as you slowly filled him up. You made sure to go slow, stopping every so often to rub soothing motions on his thigh and making sure he was alright. Each time he’d give you the go ahead you made sure to whisper him praises, telling him how much of a good boy he was being. 

When your hips pressed into him, signaling that you were all the way in, you stilled. 

“You’re so good for me baby, taking me all so well,” you murmured, leaning down to give him a kiss on the corner of his lips. His eyes were shut as he controlled his breathing. Atsumu was admittedly more nervous than he thought but he was enjoying this a lot more than he thought. 

Opening his eyes to stare up into you, he shakily said, “You can move.” 

Your eyes flickered over his face, trying to see if there was any discomfort or any part of him that was even lying to try to show that he could take you. Once you couldn’t find anything of the sort, you slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip in before gently pushing back in. 

As you began to find a sort of rhythm, gradually going from gentle thrusts to rough thrusts, Atsumu lightly panted, purposely preventing himself from trying to let out any moans for your satisfaction. 

With a newfound passion, you angled your hips to deliberately hit his prostate and finally you heard him let out a choked moan. 

“Fu-fuck! Ah-baby please, I—fuuckk,” Atsumu dragged out the last words, tears gathering in his eyes as he held up his legs by the back of his knees a little more. Your hand gripped his hips harder, your nails surely leaving marks. Another hand sprawled on his chest, lightly scratching over his toned body and over his nipples. 

With every sharp thrust into his desperate hole, hitting the spot that is making him see stars, his hard member slapped against his abdomen, leaving streaks of precum along with his previous orgasm. The tip of his cock was so red and pretty that you couldn’t help but move your hand down to lightly stroke it. Incoherent moans continued leaving his mouth as your thumb rubbed over his tip, spreading his precum more. 

“Yeah? You look so fucking pretty like this,” you breathed out, groaning when a particular thrust just sucked you back in. “What a pretty boy, taking my cock so well. Who knew you could be a good boy.” 

“Ahh- fuck!” his words bleeding into a moan as you gripped his cock a little tighter, stroking him a little faster. The sharp pain in his hips grew numb as you continued holding him up, thrusting harder. A satisfied laugh escaped your mouth as you felt him grind his hips up into you.

“You like this? Huh?” You asked, a condescending tone lacing around your tongue. “You like it when I fuck your tight hole so much that you’re holding your legs open. What a slut. My. Little. Slut.” Atsumu could feel his peak coming, the heat in his core building up and his thighs were shaking for the second time that night. 

Atsumu bit the bottom of his lip, trying to hold back any moans. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of how he felt from hearing you talk to him like that. No, not at all. Nev—

A sharp pain against his ass cheek caused him to gasp out but you were quick to rub over the mark, soothing him. 

“Don’t be a brat, come on pretty boy, let me hear your moans,” you rolled your hips into his and Atsumu knew he was close. So, so, so, close. “Or I won’t let you cum.” Your thrusts began to slow down and instead of pumping his cock like you were earlier, you gripped the base of his shaft. 

“Fuuuuck, I’ll be good,” Atsumu caved in, begging so desperately, “I’ll be a good boy for you please, I need to cum.” He let go of his legs, immediately wrapping them around you instead to rut his hips into you. His hands sprawled beside his head as he turned to look to the side, too embarrassed at giving you full control. 

“Good boy,” you murmured and began thrusting harder, faster into him. You intertwined your hand with his when you bent down, kissing the marks you’ve left on his chest. A smirk appeared on your face as you heard him moan. “My little prince.” 

Atsumu’s other hand found its way onto your shoulder at the same time as your hand moving down to stroke his aching cock. 

The two of you hissed at the same time; Atsumu for the added sensations and you as he dug his nails onto your back. There were definitely going to be marks left on your back but you didn’t mind. Not with the way Atsumu’s pretty face was scrunching up in pleasure, the desperate moans that left his mouth as he continued to try to meet each of your thrusts. 

And—oh fuck—with his tongue hanging out from his mouth like he’d always do while playing on the court, shit. You felt like you could cum right there and then with the way his eyes rolled back into his head. 

“Shit, ‘m gonna-” Atsumu let out a whine, unable to finish his sentence as he came all over you and his stomach. His legs tightened his hold around you and you slowed your thrusts with your hand stroking his cock, letting him ride out high. 

When Atsumu’s legs loosened around you, you fully pulled out, watching as his chest heaved with every breath he took. You rubbed circles on his hips, especially over the marks left by your nails. The stinging on your back was still there, but you’d be sure to check them out tomorrow morning. 

“Good boy,” you murmured, licking off the cum off your hand before leaning down to softly say against his lips, “Such a good fucking boy, just for me.” 

You finally kissed him, tilting your head for a deeper kiss, running your hands up his sides as you continued giving him small praises against his lips before kissing him again. Finally pulling away, you admired your handiwork. The many marks left on his skin would surely make him the slightest bit mad, albeit jokingly (somewhat), tomorrow but damn did they look good on him. 

“How was it?” You asked, smiling as you comfortably shifted back into your casual personality. 

Atsumu let out a heavy sigh, tossing his head back against the bed, “ ‘Sgood.” 

“Just good?” Atsumu brought his head up, glaring at you which made you laugh. This was as good as it was going to get but with that gleam in his eyes, you knew this wouldn’t be the last. 

You lightly slap his thighs before moving off the bed and promptly taking off the harness, “Alright big boy, let's get you cleaned up. You weren’t uncomfortable at all?” Worry flickered through your eyes as you watched Atsumu push himself onto his arms. You sat beside him on the edge of the bed, interlocking your hands with him as you searched his face. 

“No, I’m just surprised you had enough energy to fuck like that, thought you were more of a, well, pillow baby.” 

You shrugged, “I just wanted to switch things up.” A grin made its way onto your face as Atsumu groaned, falling back onto the bed and letting go of your hand. You laughed as he threw insults at you for that terrible pun, getting up to grab a few wet and warm towels to wipe him down. You also set the water for the bath as well before heading back to help clean him up. 

As the two of you prepared for the night an hour later, with Atsumu resting his head on your chest as you ran your hands gently through his surprisingly soft, blond hair, you asked him if he’d want to do it again. 

Silence filled the room until Atsumu lifted his head to look up at you. 

“If ya wanted to fuck me that badly you could just ask y’know,” he replied smugly. You placed your hand on his face, shoving him away but his grip around your torso tightened, trying to keep you close to him. 

“Agh, okay okay, fine stop pushin’ me,” Atsumu protested trying to lick your hand to get you to stop. You pulled your hand away (not because of his childish antics), wiping your hand on his shirt with a sigh. 

He rests his head against your chest once more, “But, fine. I... wouldn’t mind it.” He whispered the last part into your chest. 

You hummed lightly, the corner of your lips turning up, returning your hand to thread it through his locks. Now you had something to look forward to and damn were you glad that you saw that one notification on his phone. The one with his shared chat with Hinata, Bokuto, and Sakusa. And specifically the notification about Bokuto directly addressing Atsumu about how “he’s always wanted to try pegging, too.”

You’d have to thank Bokuto later. 

***

“Babe, are you kidding me?” Atsumu shouted from the bedroom. You raised your brow, sipping your coffee before setting it down on the dinner table to walk into the shared room. 

Upon walking into the room, Atsumu was staring at himself through the mirror, his shirt through his arms but the rest of the torso bare and you could tell he was getting ready for his morning run. But what surprised you when walking in was the actual amount of hickies and marks you left over his chest with a few coupled on his neck. 

He turned his head quickly towards you, his blond hair swaying a bit. 

You sheepishly grinned with a shrug, “Oops?”