#also its abo

[moonshynecybin]

who do you think would deal better with being isekai'd into omegaverse, marc or vale? alternatively which is more compelling

most beautiful ask. in the world. so funny. ummmm i think. vale is maybe more compelling because his issues with it would be. perhaps unsolvable and endlessly complex. guy who is a lil weird about gender, not terribly into the concept of marriage, and is pretty fundamentally adverse to being. shall we say emotionally legible/vulnerable. exposed. and omegaverse as a genre is all about exposure. its all. giving into the base instincts of your body and those same instincts giving you away to the object of your affections. its going into heat and the person youre in love with is the only one available to help you through it. its scenting someone and that being a crystal ball of their emotions and bodily state ESPECIALLY ie how much they want you specifically. its needing someone so bad you are literally insensate. its getting bonded 5ever and ever irrevocably, OFTEN in the heat of an instinctual moment without the relationship negotiation that happens irl. a genre centered around a betrayal of the body/heart to the mind, in many ways

now imagine you didnt actually grow UP in an omegaverse so you have no toolbox to DEAL with all that. sensory input off the SHITS. and. like suddenly and without WARNING now vale can feel in his CHEST exactly how distressed marc marquez is about every one of their interactions. and how much he wants his ass. like truly every part of his hind brain is like jesus christtttttt i should be inside him right tf now im a terrible alpha. and then the higher part of his brain is like what the fuck. what the fuck. i am not responsible for marc, what the fuck. and oh hey theres a bump on my penis i need to ask people about this right the hell now. thats vale. so i see this as a somewhat fraught comedy of sex errors where his ADHD ass is treading horny water trying to learn alpha manners and also. much more complexly. not fall into all of the traditional alpha expectations/roles. that little trap of gender. because at heart vale is a little trickster who loves to buck expectations!!! and maybe his journey here is realizing that he can just be himself comma sex freak. and that leaning into those "alpha" traits doesnt mean he is conforming lmao he can still have his own unique version of his family. learning the norms of a society and what makes sense to him and what still doesnt. sorting through the weeds of it. and that being vulnerable rules sometimes. and that marc loves him. because that last one is kind of hard to ignore now... again because of that emotional and physical vulnerability that comes with the genre... honestly him knowing all of that about marc without having to actually TALK about it may solve some of their problems tbh. like why work through all that verbally when you can sniff them and then fuck them. kind of the omegaverse fantasy in quite a few ways

marc. jeez louise. i think would HATE it more. at first. control freak 9000. maybe has to miss races for heats. suppressants arent legal. experiencing weird omega sexism if we want to go that route OR. my favorite. has been lying to the press about his status since he presented. tiniest 15 yr old youve ever seen: im an alpha ! :3 uh sure bud. sure. i bet. SO actually maybe he falls into a world where hes just been white-knuckling it for the last billion years during race weekends and most of the paddock kind of KNOW (scent blockers only go so far...) but are lowkey afraid to call him on it dlkjdfljldsfd... similar to vale in this scenario, he sort of has to learn how to omega— and when his heat hits during summer break and his ass start leaking in the middle of the spanish equivalent of walmart, he finds a psycho little ziploc bag of sweaty vale shirts under his bed and he genuinely is like girl what the hellllllllllll.... wiggin out. and his next heat he turns up to race with truly NO practice managing it all, so its way more obvious than normal and the farce is growing thinner and vale literally pulls him aside to be like hey are you GOOD ? but in that valentino not that i care about your ass kind of unspeakably divorced way and marc is like woag. bc a pheromone truck just ran him over. eyes glassy face flushed sweaty as hell mouth a little open.... and he opens his mouth to make an excuse and nothing comes... and then obviously they fuck like its the end of the WORLD

and like i DO think marc pulls out of it more cleanly than vale overall, bc something in HIS lizard brain would be deeply soothed by like. excelling at being an omega. getting an A + in being a bottom. doing that for vale, specifically in the context of pushing his body to the absolute LIMIT to do it.... hes locked in. its go time. and then theres the insane possibility of vale putting his mouth on his neck and them getting basically soulbonded forever where they have to have crazy sex every few months ? hes like ummmm okay. i could get used to this for a while lmao

[sophiethewitch1]

Do it. Give in to the abo. Just. Do. It. I support you 100% 👁️👄👁️ you need a devil on your shoulder? Here I am. Cmon, you know you want to. Life is so much more fun here on the abo side of things. Also, don't think I didn't see that new chapter 🔫👀...😩👌 delicious.

you are THE devil. satan incarnate. leave me alone I have things to do!!! i have commitments!!! and like... idk I cant hear you. hands over my ears. alpha dick who is always purring around you and literally can't stop it cant hurt me. he's not real he cant get me

[owl127]

Can youuuu…mayyybe…please write something containing a 🗡️ character and a jockstrap. Ugh something about jockstraps, mouth guards, and feminine girls doing masculine things is so hot🥵

read on Ao3

Reading @lexa-griffins talk about wanheda’s dagger got me inspired, so… *throws confetti in the air*

Lexa’s boots kicked dirty on her way to the bus stop.

“Lexa!” The cries behind her continued, along with the annoying click of cleats against asphalt. “Lexa, wait!”

Ignoring the girl running after her, Lexa climbed onto the bus without looking back. The driver looked her pursuer and rolled her eyes, signaling for the dirty athlete to hop into the campus bus.

“Thanks, Carla!” Lexa heard, and of course she would be friends with the bus drivers, because apparently, Clarke Griffin is very friendly with people. Girls in particular.

Lexa looked straight ahead as Clarke Griffin, captain of the soccer team, president of the debate club, LGBTQ+ alliance vice-president, and a fucking player sat next to her. Clarke swore at the mud tracks following her and lowered her socks with a long sigh.

“Lexa—” Clarke tried, but Lexa mmf-ed and turned her back to the alpha. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous.”

“You’re the one tracking mud on school property.”

“Brittany is like, nothing, she’s—”

“Have you slept with her?” Lexa turned to look into Clarke’s eyes, searching for honesty, trust, anything that would make the last three months she dedicated to this woman worth it. She found honesty, yes, but regretted it immediately.

“Not recently!” Clarke defended. “She likes to cheer in every game, and she keeps saying we’re seeing each other, but Lex, I haven’t been with her since before I met you!”

Lexa squinted her eyes, watching a bead of sweat forming on Clarke’s forehead.

“Okay, maybe once after we met, but we weren’t exclusive back then!”

The logic part of Lexa’s brain argued that Clarke had a point, and even Lexa had been on a fruitless date after she met Clarke. Had she thought about Clarke all the time? Totally. Did it in the end it help her see she was actually into the charming athlete? Yes, but irrelevant at the moment, since now the unreasonable part of Lexa’s brain kept replaying Brittany’s voice: “And that’s Clarke, number 10. She’s the captain. She’s also delicious.” A pink tongue over lipstick gloss had accompanied that statement, and a graphic image of that girl on her knees for Clarke had made Lexa escape the match as soon as she could.

Clarke had seen the iteration from the sidelines and had abandoned the bench in obvious pursuit.

“Are we exclusive?” Clarke asked when Lexa refrained from commenting. “I… I thought we were.” The girl swallowed, setting her face in the same hard angles as when she kicked a penalty. “I want us to be,” she said, extending a hand between them.

Lexa signed and took the offered hand in hers, feeling how warm it was, despite the fall leaves rushing past the bus window. She loved how warm Clarke’s hands were, a dichotomy to her always freezing extremities. Lexa mumbled something, and Clarke leaned closer, asking, “what was that?”

“Maybe I overreacted,” Lexa confessed, the almost empty bus a witness to the fact. “I hated seeing that girl talking about your dick like she owned it.”

Red crept into Clarke’s cheeks, making its way to her ears. “Well… she doesn’t,” Clarke said, one hand around Lexa’s waist. “You do,” she whispered, and Lexa’s face flushed with heat. “I want to be exclusive. If there’s any girl out there bragging about my dick, I want it to be you.”

“How romantic.”

“You’re into it,” Clarke argued, her bright eyes following Lexa’s scarf until it hid inside her jacket.

Logic once more piped up in Lexa’s mind that the girl had a point. The thong she had worn to celebrate Clarke’s game dampened with proof.

“You didn’t bring your phone or anything?” Lexa asked. “You just ran after me?”

“Of course. I couldn’t let you go looking pissed like that! And Octavia will pick up my shit.”

“So it’s not the first time you abandon your team celebration to pursue a girl?”

Panic flashed in Clarke’s eyes and Lexa felt merciful. “I guess from now on you’ll only be doing this for me.”

“Yeah.” Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheeks, sighing in relief. “My apartment is not far from here,” she said, the kiss lingering. “And I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“Oh.” Lexa’s heart picked up, her cold hands warming up in her fingerless gloves. “If it’s out of desperation, we need to stop.”

“You’re so kind.”

With Octavia and the rest of the team still back at the football complex, there was no reservation for stripping as soon as they stumbled into Clarke’s apartment. The spare key with her neighbor was worth it (the assistant professor had looked the couple up and down and threw the key in their direction before closing the door and turning her TV colossally loud). Clarke’s shirt and cleats didn’t make it to the hallway, and Lexa’s pants puddled by the bathroom’s door. Lexa pulled the athletic shorts down and met the hard resistance of a jockstrap cup.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” she asked, drumming her fingers on top of the hard carbon fiber.

“Right now it’s pretty uncomfortable.” Clarke chuckled and kissed Lexa’s neck hard enough to bruise. “But that’s your fault.”

Lexa focused on Clarke’s high ponytail next, letting the blonde tresses free under the white light. “Yeah,” Lexa said, “it is.”

“Feeling possessive, huh?” Clarke nipped at the soft skin under Lexa’s chin while stepping out of her shorts, completely nude. Clarke moaned at the hands exploring her broad shoulders, digging into her trapezius, and scratching her deltoids. Lexa admired Clarke’s curves, but she salivated at her muscles.

A moan froze in a gasp as Lexa felt for Clarke’s erection, now free from the confines of jock straps and tight, athletic shorts. “Very possessive,” Lexa said, moving her hand in deliberate slowness, pushing eager hips back when Clarke tried to increase the pace. “You can be the leader of your team, but here” — a strong squeeze that made Clarke whine — “I’m captain.” The exhale on Lexa’s shoulder was nothing but a moan.

“Fuck,” Clarke said, her head surrendering to Lexa’s biceps as she mercifully started moving her hand.

Clarke smelled like sweat, and heat, and vetiver, and Lexa had it all for herself. She inhaled deeply, her brain creating a new pathway for that scent of love, need, and lust. Lexa prided herself on being an omega in full authority of her body and desires, but as Clarke groaned on her neck, Lexa surrendered to the primal need of control.

“Come for me, babe,” she said, softly albeit with a command, and poor Clarke followed like a trained puppy.

Lexa held her close as Clarke trembled, expending the last of her strength over Lexa’s olive skin. When Clarke’s knee threatened to buckle, Lexa guided the exhausted girl under the hot shower stream.

“I’m sorry.” Clarke mumbled as water covered her mouth. Lexa distracted herself with shampooing Clarke’s hair, and the fresh scent of mint and vetiver filled the fogging air.

“About what?”

Clarke turned to look Lexa in the eyes, all half-lidded and yawning. “I’m sorry for not being clear about being exclusive before. I was afraid.”

Lexa nuzzled the shampoo suds away from Clarke’s cheek. “Afraid?” she asked.

Clarke hugged her under the water, their wet bodies molding together. The water soothed Lexa’s skin, but Clarke remained her major source of warmth. “I was afraid you’d say no.”

“How could I not?” Lexa kissed her girlfriend — seemed safe to call her that way — until they were out of breath. “I hate sports, and you got me outside in a chilly morning just to watch you kicking some balls.”

“It’s one ball.”

“Whatever. Come here.”

Clarke obeyed, her hand sliding down beautiful curves to elicit a moan from Lexa. She responded in kind, hardening between them.

Octavia was pissed when she arrived home from their game and there was no hot water.

[punmster]

being ace means i don't get giggly or horny about omegaverse aka abo but instead become painfully obsessed with details in anatomy and world building

[mmmmalo]

When Meulin goes (=^·ｪ·^=) < WHAAAT she uses the Japanese character for "eh" as the cat's cleft lip. A prolonged "eeeh" in Japanese would translate to "whaaat". So when Meuline goes (=TェT=) < 33333333333333!! and so forth, maybe it isn't just a high-pitched fujo shriek but also a very long "WHAT", likely riffing on the fact that she is deaf? and therefore can't hear you. She also uses the emoji (^-人‐^) with the kanji for 'human' in the middle when she's talking about the humans.

One curious thing about her emoji (=^ω^=) is that the carats are both cat ears and closed eyes, the equal signs both whiskers and a light blush. It makes me curious whether the omega sign she uses for a mouth here is also doing double-duty -- perhaps as a mark on her forehead, foreshadowing her later mind-control? But it doesn't look anything like the Capricorn sign... well, at minimum the way the omega looks like a sideways 3 could continue the WHAT joke

[foiazoli]

Going absolutely insane realizing that Anne McAffrey and Dragonriders of Pern got completely left out of the "origins of omegaverse" conversation even though it totally fits. So okay, omegaverse specifically is attributed to the supernatral fandom and the omegaverse wikipedia page claims the first fanfics with the trope pop up around 2010-2011 ish. The "History" section of the wikipedia page also attributes the laying the ground for this trope to appear for Star Trek's Pon Farr and Ursula Le Guin's kemmer, both of which appear in the late 1960's. You know what else appears in the late 1960's? The first Dragonriders of Pern book. For those unfamiliar with the series, let me lay out a few details that are a bit omegaverse-y.

When a dragon is ready to mate with another dragon, their rider also gets extremely horny, and will fuck the rider of whichever dragon mates with theirs, their actual feelings towards the other human involved be damned. (Is this extremely non-con-y? Yes. Is it adressed in text?... kinda? sorta? Not to the standards of the modern day reader, but it might have been enough at the time, I really don't know). Heats are frequently the central focus of omegaverse fic when the author is going for porn rather than complex exploration of gender roles.

The color of the Dragon acts as a sort of secondary gender, in that the color of the dragon applies certain social statuses to the rider, dictating what they can or can't do, who is or is not bullied, etc. This comes from the fact that the dragon's color is linked to it's gender, so Green and Gold are Female, Blue, Brown, and Bronze are male. The gender of dragon and rider usually matched in the beginning of the concept of dragon riders, but has diverged over time. As not all male green dragon riders (a common type of dragonrider) are gay, and no in-text dragons are gay, this leads to problems. And stereotypes. And problems. Sometimes of the rape variety. Frequently of the "well your dragon wants it so you do too" variety. non-dragonrider society (the majority of Pern) is overtly and violently homophobic, so you can see how this leads to many large problems, similar to how in omegaverse fic male omegas are frequently ostracized/looked down on

As mentioned in the points above, only the female dragons go into heat. They do this cyclically and predictably, so riders will frequently arrange to have their favorite partner nearby when the heat starts so that they will be taken care of. Another favorite of omegaverse smut writers.

Basically what I'm saying is if you're an omegaverse lover who is also interested in fantasy you have an extensive book series to add to your TBR list. And I can't believe nobody has pointed this out in a way that has stuck before, considering how well it lines up. Actually I can, I just remembered that Anne McAffrey was one of those authors who thought fanfic was evil and going to steal her sales and so fic of her books barely exists. From what I can find, it seems like fans instead turned to rp'ing on forums instead of writing fanfic, and a lot of those forums have been eaten by the changing of the internet and not archived anywhere. :(

[obrother1976]

need to raise a kid on the belief that a/b/o shit is real just so see how it would fuck w them to find out knots or whatever arent real.

[livesindelusionland]

snippet from a steddie fic I'm working on and I'm making myself kick my feet and giggle idk

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Eddie’s jaw clenches for a moment before he visibly shakes it off and shrugs. “Thanks. I still think I’d have failed math anyway. Mrs O’Donnell is a hardass who hates every Munson with everything in her. I think she’d have failed me just out of spite.” Eddie snorts but Steve bumps their arms together.

“She’s a dick. I only passed that class because Jonathan helped me.”

“Jonathan? Not Nancy?”

Steve outright laughs at the question and Eddie stops them so he can turn Steve to face him. “Sorry, sorry. No, not Nancy.” Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand. “She didn’t have the patience to explain the formulas to me, she kept over explaining or using really weird examples and then she’d snap at me so I’d snap back and we never got anywhere but Jonathan was just good at making it click in my head. I don’t know. He never got angry or exasperated with me. We didn’t actually hang out much outside of school but I’m grateful he even offered to help. He didn’t have to.” Steve shrugs and gives Eddie a bit of a sheepish smile, lifting their joint hands up to inspect Eddie’s rings so he can avoid eye contact as he waits for a response. When he looks up Eddie is smiling softly at him and Steve cocks his head. “What?” He laughs, wondering what on earth has got Eddie looking at him like that.

“I just really want to kiss you.” Eddie says it so bluntly that it shouldn’t be romantic. It should be cheesy and absolutely not something that has Steve’s cheeks reddening but it works on him.

[nobodieshero-main]

thinking about how the makai taught the solari's how to wield magic, and in return to the solari's used that gift to betray them; and turned the heart of the continent into a prison

[evadingreallife]

Just watched the first tadaima okaeri episode and yes its cute and all its just... uhmmmm... how in the world did they manage to have non tradional abo dynamics be the traditional abo dynamics?? Also like, are all kids in this universe adopted? Surrogated? I mean its abo for a reason, if you tell me the traditional couple is alpha+alpha etc how are they reproducinggggg

Edit: someone posted the manga explanation

[triglycercule]

UGH i wrote another stupid small thing 4 swapinverse.... idk whats wrong with me why am i writing so much swapinverse stuff when i havent even finished it. anyways swapinverse killer here take this (this one is much vaguer bc it takes place before a lot of the more like obvious events happen??? idk only i understand what i'm talking about here)

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open eyes. greeting by the dark ceiling again. get dressed. typical routine for him… nothing new. nothing interesting. papyrus will knock on the door soon. he should probably prepare for that. no need to stay in bed. that won't do anything anyways. he’ll still feel nothing. like normal, he knocks after the jacket is put on. and he opens that door, to be greeted with the enthusiastic, smiling face of his brother.

sans smiles. obviously, he has to. otherwise paps will get worried, and he doesn't wanna have to deal with a worried paps. it just makes things worse for everyone. they walk through the forest, paps leads him to the guard station, and he sits. same as usual… the exact same. the same routine, nothing new. nothing new. the same. it's all the same.

sans had long since gotten tired of this monotony. soon, chara would come out of that door. he’d introduce himself to them, and they’d play that short game of pretend where they pretended not to know each other. like they always did. chara mentioned something about it being scripted or something, but sans couldn't be bothered to care. besides, the human always mumbled random stuff like that. it meant nothing. nothing new. they’d kill the rest of the underground, he’d fight them because he has nothing better to do, and die.

although they did mention that deal they’d been talking about? what was that? join them? yeah, no. he wasn't gonna do that. no matter how many resets passed.

oh. here they come. better get on track. or onto script, like chara says. for some reason, they say that. the saying gets stuck a bit in sans’s head. just a bit though, since it’s a new thought. and they turn, and sans shakes hands with chara.

he’s long since ditched the whoopee cushion. despite them still doing what was practically a ritual at this point, that was the only change that ever happened. nice that he chose for the newness, but it didn't change much. but… something was off. something was wrong. and sans could feel it. he could feel it. and that was what was wrong.

it wasn't with the way chara smiled, or their posture, or how their hand was outstretched. not the strange, expectant excitement in their red eyes, although that was a bit new. it wasn't even all of the dust covering them, certainly from the ruins. no, the issue was from sans himself. he could feel something wrong. like some sort of internal dread? no, something worse… an ache? he’d gotten used to all the one’s he normally felt, so what was it?

once the human’s hand left his and walked through the gate, he knew what it was. something… that something he could feel. that something that passed through the barrier of apathy he’d built all this time. an itch? sans scratched at his head, just idly. physical or not, he didn't know. he had to figure it out. and so, he followed after the human.

after a while of watching them, chara, do their… usual business, sans had came to a conclusion. it was both. and also, neither. the itch was something that he could feel, but not physically. so it was a mental itch. and that itch managed to effect him so badly he felt it on his bones. strange. and for some reason, as he watched chara slaughter one after another, kill and murder another one of his kin, sans couldn't wrench his eye lights away from the sight. for some reason, he couldn't stop watching as chara singly handledly destroyed his species. for some reason, he followed.

"it's not that bad, anyways. just… morbid curiosity. it wouldn't hurt to just… scratch that itch a bit. nothing will come of it."

and sans made sure to say that one out loud, just to convince himself.

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oooh pal buddy you do not know what you are in for!!!! you are about to experience terrible suffering at your own hands!!!! sucks to suck lmao at least your chara is just as confused as you are during the process haha! i love swapinverse this is so fun i keep on saying that but i really should write more

[alienaiver]

For the little ask game, “come on, don’t do that. My head hurts” + Tsukki if you’re feeling up to him 🙈🙈 if not maybe Kirishima or Hinata??

I SWEAR TO GOD OPAL MY BELOVED MY BETHROTHED MY ONE AND ONLY I APOLOGIZE SO DEEPLY SO SO DEEPLY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!! life happened and while i know that YOU will always get me, i still wanted to give u a quick and DRAMATIC bow for making you wait for your beloved !!!! of course i went with tsukki for u, i love opal x tsukki with my entire heart !!!! <333333 its also so long... so so long compared to this just being a little writing game IDJESFHSEFHSK [clown emoji] <333 but its what u deserve!!!!!!!!!!!! also it isnt proof read and i swear this is FRESH!!! out of my document. i couldnt fall asleep last night before i had written down a note SO I WOULDNT FORGET MY IDEA FOR UR PROMPT!! and i swear. the note is so funny. it makes no sense. im attaching it to the bottom of this bcos. what the fuck.

You’re situated on the floor, watching the television with intense concentration, eyes wide and analyzing. A documentary is currently on, the sound most likely louder than necessary. In the back of your mind you register the door open and close, shoes shuffled off and feet padding into the living room.

You barely acknowledge his presence as a presentation of giant crab’s anatomy is shown on the screen. He wordlessly bends down behind you and wrap his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head. You hum a distracted sound and he scoffs before retreating back onto the couch.

The documentary ends shortly after and Netflix recommends another one as the ending screen passes.

It’s a documentary about top secret UFO projects that’s been revealed. When it starts you shuffle backwards so you’re situated between the legs that Tsukishima spreads to accommodate you. The introduction is loud and unnecessarily dramatic but as Tsukishima kneads your shoulders, you don’t seem to mind much.

There’s a distinct dissonance between the sound effects and the experts talking so you reach out for the remote on the table to turn it up.

“Come on, don’t do that, my head hurts.” the grumble above you clicks immediately – there’s never been a constant need to communicate between you and with so many years of being together – living together, being quiet isn’t awkward or seen as tense. But he’s usually more talkative on Wednesdays since those are his quieter days.

You turn your back to look at him and by God does he look awful. You didn’t get to see him this morning before he left but he must’ve slept like shit if the bags under his eyes are any tell. Right now his glasses are skewed and you reach up your arms to fix their position but he turns his head, “they’re putting pressure behind the ears and it’s grating.”

You get up and grab his hand to motion him to follow. Wordlessly, you go into the bedroom and find your yoga mat, roll it out on the floor and situate yourself on your knees at the far end. You pat your thighs and he narrows his eyes, “I’m not doing that.”

“Where does it hurt? Forehead? Temples? Eyes?” you search his face for any tells but he remains neutral as he stares you down with his arms crossed, “it’s everywhere.”

“Oh, tension then! Come on you big baby, you know I can make it better.”

He grumbles out something incoherent before he starts walking across the mat to you. “Lie on your stomach,” you tell him and he stops in his tracks, “how would that ever be comfortable? My back would be raised in such a weird position!”

You roll your eyes at him – you don’t mean to, you know he isn’t uncooperative on purpose, just that he gets childish when something has inconvenienced him for the better part of his day. You pat your thighs again, this time harder to get the point across. He sighs deeply and theatrically before he does as he’s told. Before he lays his head on your thighs, you gently take off his glasses for him and put them next to the mat. With a wink you promise he’ll get them back after his treatment. He scoffs and rolls his eyes before he settles, breathing out deeply into your legs. “Can I come up for air?” he asks, knowing full well he can breathe just fine as you do your ministrations, he’s just being a little brat. You ignore him as your hands travel to the back of his neck, gently caressing first and feeling for the tension built up there.

You start slow, tracing his nape, shoulders and up to his skull before you place your thumbs on the part of the neck that connects with the skull, pressing down so hard that he whines underneath you, knowing it’ll help but with a natural reaction to pain. You move your thumbs only a few centimeters across the same section of that edge, feeling the built-up lactic acid. You’ve tried showing him how to relief this during the day when he’s been hunched at the desk or have been stressed because he’s so prone to tension but based on the amount you can feel with your thumbs, he hasn’t been doing his little exercises. You file that information for another day when he’s being unreasonable with one of his own demands to you.

He sighs out as you reach the edge by his ears and you know it’s already feeling so much better for him. Your fingers trace the back of his head and down his nape slowly, savoring the connection you’re having with him at this moment. When the fingers reach his shoulders, you start massaging gently, not really working out the knots with power but simply stimulating the blood flow in the area.

“Can I turn now? I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my entire life.” You snort out a reply but lift your arms with a final pat to his back, “get on your back.”

“Stop ordering me around.” The complaint is without any heat as he turns, his long limps hanging off of the end of the mat. It’s a good thing he doesn’t do much yoga, you think. With your fingers you trace his temples and up to his brow, your right pointer coming to the slope of his nose, tracing a line up and down from the middle of his nose, up between the brows and ending at the forehead before traveling back down, repeating the gentle motion. With your left hand you smooth out his worry lines with similar gentle motion, traveling to his jaw too.

Within a few moments you see all the built-up tension release as he relaxes into your hold, his arms going limp next to him and his legs spreading just a few millimeters more. You smile to yourself at succeeding, continuing for a few more beats before you initiate conversation.

“How was work?”

He scoffs and you feel the worry lines slowly reappear but you’re quick to make him melt again. “Hori and I were told to re-label some old, archived files today, you know, my favorite grunt work.” The sarcasm is thick on his tongue and you feel his head turn with the inward rolling of his eyes, “anyways, Hori made a mistake and while he didn’t explicitly blame me when Maruhi came back from lunch, he apologized for our mistake. The audacity to include me in that.”

You nod along, humming to show you’re listening. He continues on for a while, letting go of the frustration he’s had pent up all the way through practice afterwards. He sighs out deeply afterwards, “but Yama called in my lunch break.”

You smile, continuing to let your pointer go up and down by his nose. Sometimes, he can only really fall asleep if you do the motion on him – he’ll never admit it, though. “How is he?” you ask excitedly and you see the smile gracing your boyfriend’s features.

Tsukishima inhales slowly before his smile breaks out fully, “he got hired by that electronic company he applied to!”

“Really? That’s amazing!”

Tsukishima nods along to your statement, the smile never really fading as he talks about his best friend. He continues to update you on your mutual friend’s college life, how he struggles with food and Tsukishima’s thinking of making a care package – though he phrases it like he thinks you should do it, you know what’s behind the request. You go along with a smile, “you can help me buy things for it, then. We’re going grocery shopping Saturday anyways, might as well get things for him too.”

You lean down and kiss your boyfriend’s forehead. When you pull away, you’re surprised to see a pout on his face and when you ask what’s wrong, he pointedly looks away from you. As you try coaxing out what’s wrong, his pout only deepens. Finally, he seems to steel himself, “I was hoping you were gonna kiss my lips.”

You let out a laugh – one that makes him shake around on your lap from how hard you’re laughing. You then lean down and kiss his lips. “I love you, Kei.”

Instead of replying, he simply leans up and kisses you again, lingering with a sigh. As your hand traces circles on his cheek, he mumbles out, “thank you for always helping me with headaches.”

You know it’s not just the physical headaches he’s referring to. You kiss him deeply with a smile.

and here is said, chaotic as hell, note <3

[valentinoappreciator]

okay hear me out

Omegaverse, but Valentino is an omega, and you are the Alpha.

you see the vision. you agree.

[rhaenyratargeryn]

Imma say it

acotar ain't even good smut

[ashes0909]

countdown! only 15,000 left to go!

[iloveshippingkitty]

So, In homage to the 10 hour site maintenance in the morning I thought I'd come out of hiatus to put on something so manic it would be worth it

So here you go. Yes its a Danny Motta x Sk8 the Infinity fic. Yeah maybe its ABO. Morbid curiousity leads us to many darkened doorways. But I promise it's just goofy.