#and said “i dont want to keep them i just want to give them water ONCE”

[platinum-horizons]

4

edit: 4 was NOT supposed to be there i dont know how it happened

Like I know we all love making ADHD seem cool but like, don't forget it's actually a disability? My ADHD is bad enough I've nearly been evicted for forgetting to mail the rent check to the property manager, I've forgotten to pay the utility bills and had my water or power get turned off or had to pay fines bcs I missed a credit card payment. Once I was supposed to cat sit for a friend and I lost the house key she gave me but didn't realize until she was already out of town, and she had to call the apartment office to get someone to give me the spare so her cats would have food for the week. When I'm unmedicated I can't even get myself to shower half the time, forget eating or cleaning. Before I started living with my fiance I'd just like, not eat for days because I didn't have anyone to remind me to eat or go buy me food. I've forgotten to turn the stove off so many times and ruined kettles and tbh been DAMN fucking lucky the house didn't burn down. I've done stupid, impulsive shit that's nearly gotten me KILLED. I can't remember to close the shower curtain reliably even through my fiance points out every single time I forget, and he's almost out of soap rn bcs for the last MONTH neither of us have been able to remember to order more once we get out of the shower.

I've had such bad memory my entire life that to this day someone suggesting I forgot something because I simply didn't care enough is a legitimate trigger that, in the worst cases, makes me have a breakdown.

I get that for some of you this is just something that makes studying hard or you forget to take a pee break when you're playing Minecraft or whatever, that's still a valid struggle and you do deserve help and understanding, but like, ADHD is a disability. It's disabling. It's not impossible to improve and learn coping skills, meds help a lot, there are great accommodations out there(LIKE CLEANING SERVICES), but not every case of ADHD is the same, and a lot of them are pretty ugly ngl, and just because you managed to do something doesn't mean someone else is gonna be able to manage it too, or that they're being lazy for struggling. And that obviously doesn't mean ADHD people have a free pass to never work on themselves and make everyone cater to their every need or whatever, but we do deserve some understanding when we explain that our disability is actually disabling in ways that aren't palatable to you. So like, idk, maybe don't immediately recoil in horror when you find out that someone with ADHD can't keep their house clean. And for fucks sake don't ridicule them for it.

[ruiner-of-days]

Why is my mom such a bitch

[phagodyke]

I feel like my meds keep wearing off earlier and earlier in the day ugh.. having to lie down now im home from work I'm shattered :-(

[buckaroosboogara]

Hi! Just wanna raise some awareness here because South America is on fucking fire and I need to see more people talking about this.

Source: RSOE EDIS x

Im just going to talk about the ones i'm closest to, but if you know about these fires, feel free to add in the reblogs!

Chile

In Chile there's (up to Feb 5) 160 wild fires, of which 40 are still trying to be controlled by authorities. The president, Gabriel Boric, has declared State of Emergency in the whole country, and theres a Red Alert Code in most part of the country.

Isla de Chiloé, Southern Chile (900 km away from Santiago de Chile)

This is a (recently controlled) fire that lasted a week, but many neighborhoods were burnt to the ground.

The whole South is in red alert for constant sudden fires that spread quickly due to the lack of rain and the elevated temperatues in the zone. Just today, two fires had to be controlled in the main land next to this island, and more are being reported in the Los Lagos region. This is added to the "controlled" intentional fires that farmers make to clean their fields of old crops along the Central-South parts of the country, mostly surrunding the main route, Ruta 5, that connects the whole country, thus making it hard to see and breathe because of the smoke. (flashnews, most of them get out of control quickly.)

Valparaiso/Viña del Mar, Central Chile (100 km away from Santiago de Chile)

A fire that started on Friday 2nd and grew exponentially because of the wind and the dry, hot climate. More than 100 people are dead, with 70 unrecognized bodies and other 400 that have dissapeared. At least 30000 people that have lost everything to the fire.

There's massive evacuations from this and the neighboring city, Viña Del Mar.

This is said to be the second most deadly fire in the century, surpased by Australia in 2009.

45000+ hectares that include land and neighborhoods have been burnt down.

I could go on about this one, so more info here and here

Argentina

Parque Los Alerces (Esquel), Chubut

The fire strarted on the 25th January, and the climate has made it hard to contain. 3000 hectares of native forest have been burnt to teh ground. It is now growing in the direction of the nearest city, Esquel. Theres been evacuations between yesterday and today (4 and 5th Febuary)

Parque Nahuel Huapi (Bariloche), Río Negro

The reason why im writing this. The city woke up today covered in smoke after a wildfire developed yesterday during the night. The reason? A fireplace that was not turned off in a place where people cannot disembark and can only be reached via boats.

As of now, there's not much information about the fire but hopefully the firefighters will be able to contain it before it reaches Tronador Mountain, where an ancient glaciar is.

...which leads me to the other point i wanted to talk about.

Firefighters

They volunteer to do this job.

In Argentina and Chile, firefighting is not rewarded with a salary, and most of the times they dont even have full firehouses to stay in. These people are at their houses, ready to jump into action and run to the station the second the alarm goes off.

They are neighbors, people that risk their lives and run into danger willingly, just because they want to help the community.

I felt the need to give a shout-out to these people and say:

Don't be a fucking dick, don't start fires in the woods unless it's an approved place, and if you do, TURN IT OFF.

Pour abundant water on it, and do not stop when you don't see any more flames.

Keep pouring water until the ashes don't burn/feel like room temperature in your hand if you put it 10 cm away from it, and even then, pour some more just to be sure.

No heat and no smoke mean a safely extinguished fire.

Save lives and forests.

[strawberrymatchawhore]

baby

summary- babying your "tough" hubby rafe.. maybe some freakydeakyness at the end

note- this is the complete opposite of the rafe ive been writing about LMAOOO.. this man is SO BAD help me

it was 2am and you were in your bedroom scrolling on your phone, a random netflix show playing in the background. you've been waiting for your husband to get home for hours, being the wife to the chief of police did have its negatives. this was one of them.

you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and immediately turned off your phone, throwing the covers over yourself you pretend to be asleep. the door opens and you feel the weight of the bed shift.

"hey baby. sorry for getting home so late" rafe says giving your forehead a kiss, you jokingly ignore him.

"c'mon now i know youre awake.. get up and hold me." he begged tiredly, you couldnt help but giggle at how desperate he sounded.

"fine." you mumbled into the sheets but stayed in your position, he hugs you putting all of his weight on your body.

"okay okayy, i got it. now get off me you fatty." you whined, pushing his large frame off of you. you leaned against the bed frame and opened your arms, the both of you adjusting to a more comfortable position. which was the both of you propped up against a pillow.

"im so tired." he yawns into your chest, you played with his hair as the both of you stayed in silence.

"i know you are, you need a day off. youve been working too hard." validating him, his hand plays with the ribbon of your pajama shorts.

"see? youre still in your uniform, youre gonna make the bed dirty." you patted his back and drew circles on it.

"what, you want me take it off? if you wanted to see me naked you couldve asked sweetheart." he looked up at you and smirked. you glared at him, lightly slapping his arm.

"not what i meant.." you blushed.

"youre so cute you know that rafey, honestly when i look at you i just want to eat you." you confessed and massaged his temples, his face nuzzles into your chest even further. clearly he was blushing as well.

"i dont know how i got so lucky, im so glad i have a such a beautiful boy in my life. everything about you is just perfect." you cooed admiring his sculpted face, the way his plump lips curled into a smile.

"stopppp" he whined. you couldnt help but pull out your phone and take a picture. because if you didnt, who wouldve believe that your 6'2 husband loved to be babied like this? not like you were going to show anyone, its just for your eyes only. you wanted to cherish this moment forever.

"did you just take a picture?"

"let me see it." he shot up and reached for your phone. you put your phone under your pillow and laid on it, making sure he wasnt able to grab it. the two of you started play fighting.

"nooo please, you look so cute. let me keep it!!" you laughed, he started to tickle you. and you slowly started to fall off the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, if you were gonna fall he was going to come down with you.

the laughing coming from you both died down and you looked up at him, what a funny position. you both were on the floor and he was in between your legs hovering over you.

rafe leaned downed and passionately kissed your lips, his hand starts to play with your shorts. you eventually pull away and slap his hand.

"nuh uh. go shower first. you stink." you got up to your feet then helped your boyfriend get up as well. you looked up at rafe with your head tilted, what was this man plotting?

"not unless you join me.. you cant say no" he quickly said and grabbed you by the waist. hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the master bathroom.

"ahhh! rafe stop!!" you busted out laughing, kicking your feet as he practically dragged you to the shower. he put you down and turned on the warm water, it poured over you both. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"great now my clothes are all wet." you pouted crossing your arms over your now soaked tank top.

"more reason to take it off... lift your arms f'me"

[chrispleasure]

LISTEN, m.s

summary: you and matt get into a argument after both of you have had a hard day

warnings: hitting ( playfully ), crying, angst, swearing

not proofread!

“are you even listening to me? i told you to clean the dishes while i take a shower?” matt yelled, glancing at you from the bathroom door. your stood in the kitchen, wearing a pink crop top over a white long sleeve top beneath.

you had been having a bad day, and matt yelling just simply made it worse. you weren’t in the mood to argue, to wash dishes, or anything, really. “is this how little you think of me? that’d i would just flat out refuse to do dishes without a reason?” you raise your tone.

on the inside you were silently begging matt to come to his senses and drop it, but no, he had to keep going. “im just asking you to do something for once! this house is a mess!” he yelled before slamming the bathroom door to take his shower.

you knew that if he came out to the kitchen still dirty and the dishes unwashed, he would lash out. so, you stand infront of the sink, grabbing gloves and filling up the sink with warm water. you squirt some soap into the water and begin to wash the dishes.

each dish you cleaned felt like a chore, your arms dragging lazily. you were so fucking worn out from putting a happy face on all day. even matt didn’t notice.

after what felt too short, matt emerges from the bathroom in grey sweatpants and a white tank top. he walks over to you, standing behind you. he stays quiet, noticing you have only done seven dishes out of the twenty three sitting right there. “are you that slow?” he spoke, hitting your shoulder.

“im having a hard time right now-” he interupts you, “oh my god, i dont care! alright? just do the fucking dishes, fast.” he yelled, immediate tears fill your eyes and drip down your cheeks.

you rush to get the dishes done, you had no idea what has gotten into matt. but you knew for sure you hated this part of him.

he had been yelling at you for everything today, “just stop! matt, stop! fucking leave me alone!” you scream, finishing the dishes and turning around to face him, your wet gloves dripping water onto the floor.

“your making a mess! and you want me to leave you alone in my house? my fucking house? leave. leave right now.” he matches your tone, stomping his foot down.

more tears emerge from your eyes, he was making you leave? he had never done that before. “i-” you attempt to speak but he interupts you again. “pack your shit and go. get the fuck out of my sight!” he slaps your shoulder, not hard, like a playful slap, but still, it didnt help.

you take off your gloves and throw them onto the floor, storming up to the bedroom. you pack your necessities, which takes around twenty minutes. by the time you arrive downstairs to leave, he is sat down crying.

“baby- im.. im sorry.” he cried, calling out to you as you walk towards the door. “i didn’t mean anything i said. i was having a bad day too. i didnt mean it— i actually didn’t.” he sobs, his vision blurry.

you put down your bags, going over to the dining table and giving him a hug. “shh, okay? i got you, im not going. just— no more arguments. we can talk it out instead.” you say, rubbing his back. he nods, agreeing.

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[fakevalentine]

gurl the idea of Ellie taking you for a jog as an excuse to gill u up with water. making sure u stop to drink plenty during the jog and definitely after. I just know once r has drank enough, Ellie would pushing push on r's tummy and twase them. "You gonna piss urself babe? really?" jusy push and push on r's tummy

female reader x ellie williams

"gotta stay hydrated, baby."

is what ellie said. what she insisted on, filling one of those obnoxiously big water bottles with motivational phrases to the brim and constantly reminding you to take gulps as you jogged along the neighbourhood together.

for your health, of course... stay hydrated...

you were totally fine at first. but the more you drank, the more fuller you feel. and suddenly, you cant keep up. you cant hold it.

you call out behind her, the empty street making your voice echo. "els, i cant anymore." you whine, slowing to a stop. ellie huffs a laugh that you fail to hear in your distressed state.

she halts and turns to look at you with a very unimpressed look.

she sighs dramatically, slamming her feet against the pavement as she walks slowly towards you, eyeing the now empty water bottle in your hand. "you giving up on me already?"

you groan, squeezing your thighs together in hope to ease the pressure in your bladder as you shake your head. "no, i just," you look around the, thankfully, still empty streets, and then back at her. "i need to pee..."

her expression is playful and unserious, and you just frown. "oh, you need to pee?" she thinks its kinda cute, the way you shift your weight uncomfortably and bite your lip.

her hand strokes up the side of your thigh, "how bad?"

"bad, ellie. can we please go home?"

she hums, looking down to where her fingers now toy with the waistband of your pants. "oh dont be like that, baby. we're getting our exercise, right?"

you dont realise that shes fucking with you, all you can focus on is trying to not to wet yourself outside— three streets away from home.

"just hold it."

you furrow your eyebrows, "hold it?" you shake your head. "i cant. please ellie."

maybe she would of if it wasnt so entertaining, took you home and watch you disappear to the bathroom like an honourable girlfriend. but wheres the fun in that? instead she lays her hand flat against your abdomen, pushing down on your tummy

your breath gets caught in your throat and you reach down to grab her wrist, the sudden pressure taking you by surprise.

you scold her, warning that if she does that youre gonna pee. you certainly dont want that, but maybe ellie does. maybe this was the plan all along— of course, that has yet to click in your head.

she just laughs at you, "whats wrong, huh? you gonna piss yourself, baby?"

youre humiliated already, your face rising in temperature at her teasing. you whimper, nails digging into her tattooed forearm as she applies more pressure on your stomach, no sympathy in her green eyes

you cant ignore or deny the warmth that floods your cunt, but you can certainly feel ashamed of it. oh, but youre confused. why does the embarrassment of soaking yourself give you a rush? why do you want to give ellie what she so clearly wants?

and how could you ever deny ellie williams?

[lookingformoondrop]

Yan!Andrew with his Reader who found out she's pregnant? Spoiler: She didn't want to have children.

Yan!Andrew Graves x Preg!Reader

TW: Unexpected pregnancy, hints at abortion, reader in captivity, manipulation, yandere Andrew, unwanted pregnancy

♡ Notes: I wrote this entire thing while on a train so you'll probably find a wild typo or error font somewhere here. I said in my last post that my next work would be a fluffy one, I lied. Sorry. Remember kids, practice safe sex, and dont act like Andy. Thank you so much for supporting me, anon! I appreciate all the requests and asks from you guys. <33

Andrew hummed as he removed his shoes and took off his coat.

Work was a drag, his boss was a dick, and his family was unbearable. But despite it all, he had you at the end of the day.

When he came home, he'd always hear your padded footsteps coming down the hall to greet him.

You'd wear one of his shirts or wear a cute outfit he'd pick out for you, all to make him happy.

He just loves you so much.

I mean, that's why he took you in the first place.

You had no idea who he was, only that he was a customer that came at odd times of the day in the cafe where you worked.

He could only guess how poor the pay must've been. How miserable you were... Yes, that's it.

As he watched you, he could spot the circles under your eyes, and he knew instantly that fate had brought you here, or maybe it was a cult summoning? Either way, you belonged with him. And he would bend heaven and earth to keep it that way.

Andrew blinked away his train of thought and looked up. He hadn't heard your footsteps.

That was unusual.

Andrew quickly slipped his bag to the ground and walked further into the house.

The kitchen was empty, minus the dishes and pots from last night's dinner that still remained untouched in the sink.

The living room was empty, minus the tissues scattered all over the floor, and the blankets that pooled the floor.

With his heart racing, he sprinted to the last room he hadn't checked. The bedroom.

He pushed the door open with haste; his eyes wildly searched the room.

The bed was unmade, and the sheets were shoved off the mattress, trailing onto the wooden floor.

As Andrew stepped further into the bedroom and he could hear the sound of the shower, and small sniffles coming from inside.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief, you hadn't left. You were still home with him. But now he had another problem to deal with.

He knocked on the bathroom door and heard a quick shuffle from the other side. The water turned off and Andrew flinched at the sound of objects crashing.

Then out you came, your eyes were red and your hair was messy, as if your fingers ran through them constantly.

You mustered a smile for Andrew, muttering out a weak 'welcome home' before Andrew grabbed your arms for inspection.

"What happened? What were you doing? Why were you crying?" He craned his neck out to try and look inside the bathroom, but you quickly closed the door.

"I was about to take a shower when you came home so uh, I dropped some bath products when I realized I hadn't greeted you." It was a horrible lie, really. You knew lying was one of Andrew's biggest pet peeves, even if he lied consistently himself.

"My little lamb, you're not making a lot of sense right now..." Andrew tried giving you a sweet smile, but the vein twitching in his forehead told you how he really felt.

His grip on your arms became tighter, and he leaned in closer, "I would like to know what you're keeping from me, please."

"I... I was crying," you cringed at how weak your voice sounded.

"Clearly, what else? Don't stall for time you don't have Y/N. Tell me who hurt you, I don't fucking care for the reason."

You peeled Andrew's hands off of you which was surprising giving his intense tone. You slowly walked to the bed and sat down, tracing the thread that was imbedded in your mattress. Your eyes lingered on the white sheets for a second too long.

Andrew followed suit, instead opting to go on his knees in front of you as to hold your hands.

He traced his name on your wrists with his finger and hummed a low tune, unremarkable at best, but it calmed your nerves.

"You are my bleeding heart, Y/N. Everything you feel, I long to taste, everything you love, I devour, and every secret you keep from me I savagely rip apart to find. What could you possibly keep from me, that I wouldn't find out in under a day?"

You kept still, refusing to meet Andrew's gaze.

"You have to promise you won't.. um, get mad." You chewed on your lip as you thought about your next words. The lump in your throat grew harder to swallow the more you thought about it.

How were you supposed to deliever such... news, when that news made you want to rip your hair out from stress.

"yeah, I promise. My little lamb, tell me, what is wrong?"

"I'm scared, Andrew." You looked up.

"Scared?" Answered Andrew, who let go of your wrists to instead settle around your waist.

He continued, "What could you possibly have to fear while with me? Are you afraid of someone?"

You shook your head, "no, well maybe, not yet I-" You took deep breaths, your chest felt like it was going to crack from the pressure.

"Not yet? What does that even mean?" Andrew furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his nose, trying to make sense of it all.

"Andrew, do you know what day of the month it is?"

Andy groaned; his patience was begging to grow thin. "Y/N, I'm done playing this game with you. Are you trying to provoke me to extreme measures or something?"

"No! Just... answer the question. What day of the month is it?"

Andrew shrugged, "It's the first of the month. It's my mom's birthday. It's trash day. It's Monday. I don't fucking know what this has to do with our conversation, Y/N!?"

"No Andrew, just listen to me! Look, I usually get my period on the first of every month. But last month I didn't get my period."

"So?" Andrew looked at you with annoyance in his features.

"So.... I should have gotten my period last month, but I didn't. I'm not an irregular person and I've been here awhile so..."

Andrew's features stayed scrunched with confusion and annoyance as the words mulled over in his head.

Then it hit him.

Andrew fell back on his butt in shock, staring at you, your belly, and then back to you. The realization so big that his brain stopped the train to language station.

"You're pregnant?" He muttered.

You nodded, the tears that danced on your waterline finally falling. Your chest shook, and you gasped deep breaths, the pressure you had on your chest this morning, becoming ten-fold the weight as Andrew processed this information.

Your head hung low as the sobs shook your ribcage.

Without realizing it, Andrew got back up and sat beside you on the bed.

Wrapping his arms around your head and body, so that your body pushed against his chest.

A gigantic smile placed itself on his face, every bad thing that happened up until that point dispearred in a cloud. The only thing he could think about was the baby you were growing.

His baby.

Finally, Andrew let you go and grabbed your face, lifting it up so that he could place gentle kisses on your forehead. "My Y/N, thank you. This... fuck, I thought you were going to say something horrible, but this? Shit, this is the best news I could have ever heard, well maybe besides news of my sister's death or imprisonment but shit this is even better!"

His kisses became harder and more passionate. But he hadn't noticed the soul that had left your body. Instead, you looked at him terrified.

"But... Andrew, I'm not ready for this. I- I don't even think I'm old enough to be raising children, let alone birth one. This thing could rip me apart." Your breathing became quicker, the pressure on your chest becoming an unbearable pain.

You were so sure that Andrew would hate the idea of children, that he would have the initiative to take this thing out of you, but he was so happy, so much so he couldn't be bothered to notice your despair.

"Doesn't matter. You need to stop worrying about things that haven't even happened yet. You're pregnant, and that's all that matters. You're pregnant with my baby, and you will live through every moment." His smile never faltered as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, humming a sweeter tune this time and rubbing your tummy.

"I'm not ready," you cried, shaking your head profusely.

Andrew looked up with a smile, trailing his forefinger down the bridge of your nose.

"Doesn't matter."

You held onto Andrew's hands as he leaned forward and embraced you. Sighing deeply into your chest.

"I love our little family. Don't you?"

Thank you for the ask!<3

[livinahey]

Random astro obs bcs y not

Warning ⚠️ mentions of abuse and trauma

scorpio luminaries & luminaries aspect to pluto (especially harsh aspect) almost be always know when something/someone is gonna do no good to you. If they warn you ab something then just follow them. Bcs what they say is scarily often end up being true

Also, if from the first meet these natives STRONGLY dislike you even though you didnt do anything then yeah.... Youre the problem lol. No matter if youre everyone crush, everyone sweetheart, or whatever is that. Again, like I said before, they seems to always know when something/someone is not good

These natives can also scared of themselves bcs of this

I think we admire ppl who have our mars sign as their sun sign

Sag sun with water moon women makes the loyal partner 🥺🤧 be it business partner, in friendship, or as a lover. Don't leave them.

When you see mars square pluto native gets bad mood or even angry.... RUN

Bcs they can be so violent at that time and you dont want to see that

Same goes to cap moon 💀

Women with moon square bml (black moon lilith) always have the best glow ups ✨✨🤧 im so proud (and bit jealous lol) of you dear

Mercury in leo degrees (5, 17, 29) being sooooo charming. They be say "hi" only and you already weak(???) lol

Leo venus 🤝 cant go a day without boasting what they love, be it their hobbies, their job, their loved ones, their pet, or even the place where they live lol. So passionate

I'm not surprised if theyre the one that have many posts on their social media account

Ppl with big 6 at 6 degrees (virgo degree) can be seen as villain

Moon conjunct jupiter synastry: when the moon person getting humiliated/disrespect, the jupiter person be defending the moon person. Also, the moon person can have soft spot for the jupiter person

Natal aspects to sun i like are sun conjunct mars and sun-pluto any major aspects. The word "sexy" is literally made for them lol.

TW ABUSE

women with cap or cancer mars plsssss check again the man you choose to date or even marry. Bcs i often see these women end up experience being abused severely by their man in their relationship. Men often being intimidated by these women yet still wanna date them. These women do dating man that seems cool and amazing or even adorable person outside BUT UNFORTUNATELY it turns out that the man are the worst person ever. At worst case, the man's family dislike these women due to jealousy towards them. No matter how bad these women get treated by the man, the man's family will still defend the man and treated these women as if theyre the problem 💔

Also, these women can dealing with fucking crazy men that cannot accept being rejected by them atleast once in their life. Scary af

Gemini moon/mars are naturally funny without even trying ✋😭

Sag/pisces rising 🤝 always have ppl crushing over them and even become worshipping them

Libra rising are so beautiful and it seems unbelievable

Cancer rising and their terrible mood swing 🤕 yet still look like the most calm and unbothered person ever

Mercury-bml aspects culture is having what they say being questioned. And if they have sun-uranus aspects too then.... Good luck trying to understand them 🥴

Mercury-bml aspects is underrated funny placements imo. They be say questionable thing but idk i find it funny tho 😩

Scorpio rising and having traumatic experience/memories when they young that seems keep haunting them even until they become old :(

Also they often get disappointed by their family :( they can give all their family members a mountain of gold, being so kind to them to the point they forgetting their own needs and this scorpio rising still getting unappreciated & bad treatment. PLS APPRECIATE SCORPIO RISING IN UR LIFE !!❤‍🩹🫂 they are one of sincere people that often attracts evil eye that doesnt wanna see them being success

Whats with earth rising and having this disgusted/judging look 🥲

They can look at you normally and you will feel that theyre judging you even if they arent

Sag rising and leo rising 🤝 having beef with eachother

Same goes to taurus sun x gemini sun

Cap sun x virgo sun friendship be the weird yet funny pair

Every leo placement always have virgo placement in their life

They can have love-hate relationship with eachother tho lol.

And the same goes to every cap placement that always have aries placement in their life

You either love the opposite sex that has the same mars sign as you OR going "mehh" of them

Earth rising 🤝 secured financially. Maybe you never catched them worry ab not having money to save their life

Hey thank you for reading this so far!! I do these obs not bcs I wanna gain followers or what but bcs I found these things give me joy hehe ✌🏻 english isnt my first language so apologize for any grammar mistakes. be safe out there!! 🫂✨

[grapejollyrancher]

Noise Complaints (pt. 2)

Pairing: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x AFAB! reader

Word count: 4k (was originally 8k but i felt i went overboard so i shortened it LOL)

Summary: Steamy shower sex w logie

Warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI, shower sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), size kink, reader is shorter than logan, reader has hair, hair pulling, biting, scratching, oral sex (m receiving), fingering

a/n: hi!! this is a continuation of my last fic, you dont need to read it but i feel like this one would make much more sense if u read the other one first. as i said last time i am new to writing fanfic, especially smut, so respectful, constructive criticism is always appreciated! if i left out any warnings or made any errors pls lmk! thank u!! hope u enjoy :) read pt. 1 here

He continues up the stairs with you in his arms, holding you against his firm chest and keeping you from escaping. Giving into his much stronger grip, you wrap a hand around one of his biceps and squeeze the flexed muscle.

“Hmm… I like these. So strong, Lo.” You smirk up at him. You look up at him from where he holds you against his chest with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. He chuckles as he feels your hand around his bicep, and carries you down the hallway towards the bathroom, his strides longer and stronger as he holds you with ease.

“Yeah, Darlin'? You like my arms? Strong enough to lift you up like you weigh nothin', huh?” He looks down at you as you look up at him, seeing the way you were biting your bottom lip and humming at the sight.

“Love how strong you are, Lo. You should pick me up more often…” You trail off and wink at him. He smirks and shakes his head in mock disbelief at you

“Oh, should I? Just so you have an excuse to feel me up, yeah? That why you love it so much?” He teases with a raised eyebrow as he steps through the doorway into his en-suite bathroom. You bat your eyelashes and squeeze his arms again, giggling. He smiles at your laugh, the feeling of you squeezing his arms again makes him hum lowly in response.

“Yeah, princess, I think that’s why you love it so much. But don’t you worry, you can feel me up whenever you want.” He says lowly, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

You flush at his words and feel him place you against the counter in the bathroom and he turns to turn the shower on. Letting the water run to let it heat up, he turns again and faces you. He leans over you, his arms on either side of you as he starts nibbling and sucking on your neck again. He stays like that for a few minutes, listening to your soft hums as he continues to nip and lick at your skin, wanting to leave you marked up and bruised as a sign to the world that you were his.

You push against him, whining playfully. “Logan… How am I ever gonna cover these? Everyone’s gonna know what they’re from.” He chuckles against your skin and hums in response, continuing to suck on the skin gently, leaving a hickey.

“Hmmm, I know. Tha’s the point, Darlin’. Want everyone to know you’re mine.” He pulls away, pausing to admire his handiwork on your neck. You groan and throw your head back, giving in to the feeling of his plush lips against your skin.

“M’ yours, Lo” You whimper.

A low, possessive growl rumbles from his chest.

“You’re mine, Darlin’. ‘M gonna make sure every person in this whole fuckin’ town knows it.” You moan lightly and push him away to hop off the counter. You take the hem of your shirt in your hands to pull it over your head. You then reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the ground. You unbutton your pants and pull them down over your thighs along with your scanty underwear.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower, babe,” you say turning to face the glass doors of the shower. You turn back to look at him over your shoulder to give him a seductive smile, “You coming?”

He was completely distracted by you undressing in front of him, his eyes roaming and taking in your body as each piece of clothing came off. He was silent, completely and utterly entranced by the sight of you naked in front of him. Your smile over your shoulder at him snapped me out of it, my eyes meeting yours and seeing the heat and desire behind them*

“Mmm, yeah Darlin’, I’m coming. I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

You giggle and turn back away from him, stepping onto the cool tile of the shower floor and ducking your head under the water. You glance over at Logan and see him peeling his shirt up and over his head, his dogtags jingling around his neck from the movement. He unbuttons his jeans and slides them off along with his boxers before stepping into the shower with you under the warm water.

Your eyes trail over his body, entranced by the sculpted muscles. You run your hands over his pecs and abs, your sight following the lines of his abdomen, down the ‘v’ of his hips and the patch of hair trailing lower and lower as your gaze rests on the site of his cock standing at attention. You bite your lip and clench your thighs together.

“Shit Logan…” you trail off at the sight of his length, much bigger than you had imagined.

He lets out a low rumble as your hands roamed over his chest and pecs, his abs flexing as your touch sent sparks of heat through him.

“Like what you see, hm?” He teases. You gaze up at him, breaking eye contact with his cock to glance between his eyes nervously.

“God Lo- I could feel you were big earlier but I didn’t think you were gonna be this big”

Pride flares in his chest at your words. He smirks down at you mischievously and grips your hips in his hands, pulling you against his body and holding you there tightly.

“How big did you expect me to be, Princess?” Your breath hitches at the feeling of his big hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Knew you were gonna be big but fuck—Don’t know if it’s gonna fit.” He lets out another hum of satisfaction at your reaction, slowly sliding his hands up your body and to your shoulders. He leans down low so his lips are next to your ear, his tone low and gruff.

“You want to find out?”

You moan at his words and pull him down for a chaste kiss.

“Yes,” You whimper against his lips, the feeling of his stubble scratching against your skin providing a delicious burn. “Wanna feel you Logan…”

He lowers his face to meet yours, lips colliding in a passionate but slow kiss. You can feel yourself growing more and more needy, the heat in your core growing the longer his body was pressed to yours. He deepens the kiss, his skillful tongue running over yours in almost a frenzy. He grips your hip tight with one hand while the other reaches behind you to grab at one of your asscheeks.

You whimper against his lips as you run your hands down the plane of his built chest and abdomen. You teasingly scratch your nails against the ridges of his abs as your trail your fingers lower, feeling his breath hitch slightly at the pleasure-pain of your nails scraping against his skin. You let out a groan once you reach his length, feeling it hot and heavy in your palm as you start a slow pace of stroking him.

“Tell me what you like Lo…. Wanna make you feel good”

At your words, he reaches one hand down to cover yours, gripping his cock tighter and setting a faster pace. He breaks away from the kiss for a moment, panting against your lips. His head drops against the cool tile of the shower wall, a moan rippling from his throat.

“Fu-uck baby” he encourages, “just like that Darlin’... don’t stop...”

You step closer to him to wrap your unoccupied arm around his neck to pull him down slightly. You plant gentle teasing kisses to the column of his throat, licking and sucking to elicit more of his sounds. His length pulses in your hand as you pump him, slowly increasing the pace as he pants against your shoulder. His hips buck into your closed fist as you swipe your thumb over his tip to collect the precome that gathers there, paying a bit more attention to his swollen head on a particular flick of your wrist. You smirk against his neck, loving how you were making him unravel from just your hand.

“Feel good baby?” He just groans, his head becoming fuzzy from the pleasure. Running your thumb across the ridge of his tip, continuing to pump him at the pace he set, you can’t help but bite your lip and cross your legs a little tighter, trying to gain some friction to alleviate the slick pooling between your thighs. You unravel your other arm from around his neck and reach down to cup him, moaning lightly at the small involuntary thrusts of his hips at your actions.

“Shit- Darlin’— you keep doing that and I ain’t gonna last long.” He groans lowly, his head falling back against the shower wall again. He’s doing all he can to hold on, not wanting to bust again before even making it inside you. You grin against the skin of his neck knowing you’re making him fall apart in your hands. You duck your head and continue your trail of kisses over his chest and down his abdomen, licking and nipping as you go until you’re kneeling in front of him, still keeping a steady rhythm with your hand.

“Wanna taste you, Lo”

“Christ, Princess- look at you, so fuckin’ pretty f’me.” His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded as he stares down at you kneeling in front of him, nearly unraveling at the sight of you looking up at him through your lashes. “Yeah baby, you can taste- go on,”

You dart your tongue out to lick teasingly at his tip, moaning at the salty taste hitting your tongue. You look up at him as you place wet, open mouthed kisses from his base to his tip, running your hands over his thighs and hips at the same time. He lets out a hiss at the contact of your wet, hot tongue running against his throbbing cock, fighting the urge to grab your head and slam you down until your nose hits his base.  He’s completely powerless against you, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep himself upright, his knees almost buckling at your skillful mouth.

“Fuck baby, so fuckin’ good,” He pants, “Knew you’d be good with that pretty mouth of yours”

You continue leaving kisses and kitten licks all around his length, watching him grow more and more desperate above you. You take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around him before closing your lips and sucking. You take him as deep into your mouth as you can, gagging slightly at the feeling of his cock bulging against the back of your throat.

The sounds leaving him become more desperate and guttural than before, gasping and gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you continue working him with your mouth. He looks down at you on your knees in front of him, bucking into your mouth further at the sight of your looking up at him. You reach a hand out to cup him again, massaging his sack while you pump him at a fast pace and your mouth works skillfully around his length.

His head falls back again as he lets out a groan, feeling himself grow closer and closer. Needing to be inside you before he comes down your throat, he grips your hair tight in his fist, pulling you off of him and guiding you up to your full height. You give him a confused look before he grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips to yours. His movements are messy, heated and animalistic as he nips at your lips and his teeth clash against yours messily. He slides his hands down your back, grabbing the plush of your ass in his hands and squeezing before breaking away slightly to pant against your lips.

“As much as I love that fucking mouth baby,” He pants, his chest heaving, “Need to fuck you—need’a feel you squeezin’ me” You moan at his filthy words, clenching around nothing in an attempt to sooth the ache in your core.

“Logan… need you s-so bad. Please….” One of your hands resting against his chest reaches up slightly to grab his dogtags and pull him against you again, lips meeting in a frenzied kiss. One of his hands trails from your ass along your waist, teasing his fingertips against your lower stomach and down to the crease of your thigh. His fingers ghost lower, the pad of his thumb pressing lightly against your swollen clit. You gasp at the contact, finally relieving some of the ache between your legs. He teases two of his fingers lower, swiping through your folds, feeling the slick that gathered at your entrance. He groans at the feeling of your wetness against his fingers, loving how needy you were for him. He had barely touched you yet and you were already soaked.

“All this for me, sweetheart?” He smirks against your lips, feeling your back arch at his touch he dips his fingers into your entrance while his thumb lazily strokes your clit.

“Please, Logan,”

You groan and throw your head back as his fingers slowly tease you with his light touches. He ducks his head to kiss up and down your neck while his other hand massages your breast. His chest rumbles with a low hum, his tongue tracing along your neck, wanting to leave marks and wanting to show the world that you were his.

“So fuckin’ wet for me baby, shit— feel so good already”

You whimper at the praise, loving the filthy words coming from his mouth. His fingers dipping deeper into you makes your breath hitch. He pumps his fingers at a lazy pace, making you whine and whimper against him desperately. He tweaks one of your nipples between his fingers, and quickly ducks his head to flick his tongue against the sensitive buds. Whines and whimpers continue to leave you as he pumps his fingers faster inside you, feeling yourself grow more desperate for your release.

“More… need more, please Lo—"

“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me. Gotta use your words f’me baby”

“Want your fingers …faster please” You barely recognize the words coming from your mouth as he turns you into a babbling mess from his touch. The feeling of his fingers dipping into you and curling against that spot deep inside makes you buck your hips and moan.

He continues to leave kisses and marks on your neck, while his fingers start moving faster, wanting you to feel as good as possible. His thumb returns to your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to have you arching and whining against his chest.

“I got you, Darlin’. Jus’ keep making those sounds for me, tell me how good it feels.” His voice is low and gravelly as he talks you through his actions. His voice, his arms, his fingers, his everything feels suffocating as he brings you closer to the edge. You clench around his fingers at a particular thrust, hitting the spot that has your head spinning and your eyes shutting tightly from the pleasure. He chuckles, low and teasing in your ear, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

“There she is. Right there, huh baby?”

“Yes-s Logan! God, so fucking good,” you’re nearly screaming at this point, the heat in your core growing stronger and tighter as he continues rubbing against your clit and pumping his fingers deep in your soaking cunt.

“Say my fuckin’ name, Darlin’, “ He growls into your ear, licking the shell and biting your earlobe. “Want everyone to know who makes you feel this good”

"Shit—Logan!” you throw your head back and moan loudly at his hot breath against your neck. He moves his free hand up to hold you against him tighter as he thrusts his fingers faster and harder, needing you to come undone for him.

“Doin’ so good. You’re almost there, baby. Make a mess f’me.”

You claw at his shoulders, the pleasure overwhelming as your release grows closer and closer. His praise sends bolts of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt. You can feel him pumping his fingers into you at a steady pace, his thumb still on your clit, sending your body into overdrive as your orgasm creeps closer. Your climax washes over you in waves, and you have to lean against his chest to keep you upright. Clenching tightly around his fingers, your thighs shake with the force of your release

“Fuck Logan- so fucking good… holy shit” You pant against his chest and he rubs soothing circles on your back, grounding you.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder, needing to be against any part of you that he can. Coming down from your high, you grasp his wrist in your hand and pull it from between your legs, guiding his hand to your mouth. You dart your tongue out to taste yourself on his fingers, giggling at his shocked expression. His eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open as he watches you, mesmerized.

You pop his fingers from your mouth and sigh, “Want you to fuck me Lo… “

He wraps his arms around the back of your thighs, bending slightly to reach you. His biceps flex against you as he hoists you up so your legs wrap around his waist. You yelp slightly, not expecting to be lifted off the ground. He turns to press your back against the wall, his hips meeting yours with the way he holds you against him.

“You want me to take you like this?” Your head thumps lightly against the wall as you throw it back in a moan at his words. You can feel the tip of his cock teasing your entrance as he rocks against you.

“God—yes, give it to me… cant wait … need you like this right now, Lo,”

“So needy for me,” he groans against your neck, pulling himself up to slot his lips against yours in a heated kiss. “Fuckin’ take it then baby.”

You nearly scream as you feel him sheath himself inside your slick heat in one quick thrust. Your eyes well with tears as he stretches you, clawing at his shoulders while he stills inside of you, letting you adjust to his thickness

“Fuck! S-so big-“ you moan.

“Fuuuck, Sweetheart, feel so good around me. So fuckin’ tight f’me” he groans against your lips, nipping at the bottom one before kissing you again. You clench tightly around him, thighs shaking lightly from the overwhelming feeling of him inside. The burn from the stretch slowly dissipates and you feel yourself needing more.

“Y-you can move lo,” you mewl, relishing in the feeling of him sliding out until just the fat tip of his cock was kissing your entrance, your head tilts back and you moan wantonly. He pulls almost all the way out, and teases you with his tip, and just as you were about to whine, he slams back inside with a forceful thrust, nearly knocking the breath from your chest.

He drills into you at a brutal pace, his huge hands splayed against your thighs and ass, tugging you closer with every thrust. Your arms wrap around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as he growls against your neck at the twinge of pain. One of your hands threads through his hair and you pull at it, forcing his head back so that you can lick and nip at the sensitive skin of his neck. Another animalistic moan leaves his throat as you pull his locks, only driving him to thrust into you harder.

“Logan! Oh fuck—" You feel the head of his cock brush your cervix with each thrust, driving you insane. You cry out when he trails a hand between your bodies to thumb at your sensitive nub

“Feels good doesn’t it? Tell me how good I make you feel baby, say my fuckin name.” he growls, his breathing comes out as ragged gasps as he thrusts into your tight, wet, heat. The steam from the hot water only adding to the intensity of your rendezvous.

“Shit—oh fuck, Logan! G-God, so good!” you’re crying into the crook of his neck, tears pool in your waterline at the immense amount of pleasure, his thrusts not letting up. He adjusts his grip on your thighs, pulling you up a little bit higher on his waist. You clench around him as he hits your sweet spot over and over with this new angle.

“There! Shit—gonn-ah! Gonna cum—!” He feels you grind down onto his length, meeting his thrusts. Your cunt gripping him with force as he pounds into you, bringing you closer to the edge of your release.

“You gonna come for me? You close, Darlin’?” he rasps, his hips beginning to falter as he nears his own climax.

You nod your head, not able to speak with the band of pleasure in your core winding tighter and tighter with each forceful buck of his hips into you.

“C’mon Princess, come for me. Come on my cock baby” he grunts as his thrusts become sloppy and ragged. “Fuck—I’m close Darlin’”

“Come with me Lo. Want you to come inside..” you breathe into his ear, nibbling his earlobe and licking a stripe down the expanse of his neck before sinking your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder.

“Want me to come in you, Darlin’? You wan’ me to fill you up?” His filthy words almost send you over the edge. You shiver against him and clench hard around his length, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Shit!” you pant, “Fuck yes Logan… fill me up- Fuck! Make me yours—"

Your third orgasm crashes over you, no less intense than the previous two. It lights you up from the inside out. Your vision goes hazy as you clench around his thick cock. You moan against him as you feel his length twitch inside you and thick ropes of his release paint your insides. Your legs tremble with the force of your release, and you scream his name, not caring who might hear. He continues to thrust into you slowly, riding out your orgasms together.

He groans deeply, taking him a moment to collect himself before he pulls you away from the wall. Your body is spent and your legs feel like mush, so he holds you upright as your knees buckle under your weight.

You drop your head against his shoulder as he continues holding you up, feeling his length softening inside you as you both try to catch your breath.

“Holy…. shit… “You breathe, still panting against his chest.

A chuckle rumbles in his chest as you rest your head against his pecs, gently running his fingers through your damp hair and tilting your head to look up at him. He kisses you with a newfound tenderness, he’s gentle and kind, leaving you breathless when he pulls away.

“Mmm, yeah…. We might get some noise complaints….”

[ramons-elevator]

*SLAMS HANDS ON DESK*

FUCKING PHILS POV

Everything about his POV was bone chilling holy shit. Also fucking shoutout to the admins for picking Chayanne and Tallulah bc that was a really smart move.

For some context for those who arent Philza watchers:

Tallulah and Chayanne obey Phil. Yes they can be divas sometimes and be dumb and silly, but they arent like their siblings like Dapper and Richas who will just be dramatic and do dumb and dangerous stuff when their parents dont feel 100% okay with it. They will throw a fit but still be respectful of Phil’s word.

Phil said multiple times to them, especially Tallulah, to not go to the dinner no matter what. That as soon as it hits 2pm PST, they get tucked into bed and they can wake up after if they want. Chay and Lullah both agreed bc they both fear dying. Tallulah wants to see her dad and Chayanne knows how hard his dad works to make sure they are safe.

Let me fucking tell you how creepy it was seeing Tallulah walk into the dinner.

Phil immediately questioned her and was like “what the fuck you doing? We both agreed you would stay in bed.” and when ‘Tallulah’ just stared at him and shook her maracas, you could feel the air still.

Personally, it felt like a bucket of ice water got dumped on me. Phil literally froze. Because thats not fucking Tallulah. Tallulah is calculated, gentle, and slow moving. The ‘Tallulah’ at the dinner was shaking her maracas without a care in the world, running around. Also Tallulah will talk to Phil and they check in on each other. The ‘Tallulah’ at the dinner didnt put down a sign once.

Then as Phil was realizing that Tallulah wasn’t Tallulah, then ‘Chayanne’ comes in. At this point Phil realized that both ‘Tallulah’ and ‘Chayanne’ dont have cracks. Phil straight up looks at ‘Chayanne’ and says “You are fake, you arent my son.” Also same thing with Tallulah, Chayanne and Phil check in with each other. They are a well oiled machine. Phil knows Chayanne like the back of his hand and vise versa.

To be fair, Chayanne isnt an egg of many words. He likes action and just nods/shakes of his head when talking. If need be he will place a sign down, but he doesnt talk as much as Tallulah. So it isnt hard to impersonate him.

But the second, ‘Chayanne’ started punching Phil was again bone chilling. Chayanne rarely hits Phil, maybe once or twice from the top of my head. Again, Chay and Lulah are very respectful of Phil. If they need his attention, they do other ways. They dont hit.

And thats when Phil let Fit know that something was wrong. Those werent his kids. That they are fakes. Around that time, Phil runs home and sees that his actual kids are sleeping. He takes a photo, runs back, and fucking shows ‘Chayanne’. Phil lets the fakes know that he knows and he doesnt give a shit.

At some point, Phil and Fit talk again and ‘Chayanne’ runs up and tries to take the photo from Phil. Phil basically said fuck off and went back to his seat.

The part I find so fucking eerie was that Fit and ‘Chayanne’ had a lil talk. ‘Chayanne’ put down a sign that said something along the lines of “My dad doesnt love me anymore”.

That sign literally made me start to freak out because thats the fucking last thing the real Chayanne thinks. The real Chayanne knows that his dad loves him to death. That Phil would burn this server to the ground if anything bad happened to Chayanne. Chayanne knows that Phil does everything in his power to keep his son alive. He knows how much Phil worries about him and Tallulah (both the characters and the admins).

Going back to what I said at the start, the admins were so fucking smart for picking Chayanne and Tallulah to be the ‘Code eggs’.

People outside of Phil, Fit, Bad, and maybe Forever/Cellbit dont really spend time with Chayanne and Tallulah. Yes, other people do care after them and know them, but they really dont know their mannerisms and quirks. They dont know that Tallulah only shakes her Maracas when she is very excited or have something to say. They dont know that, while Chayanne can be hyper, he usually is very obedient and stays close to Tallulah when he can.

So putting them in a party where the attention isnt on them 100% time is so smart. They can run around and people dont think about it. They just see two eggs running around and having fun. They dont know how wrong it is to see them like that.

Then when the ‘Code eggs’ made themselves known, Phil got kicked. Again very smart from the admins because no one wanted to kill ‘Chayanne’ and ‘Tallulah’ even though they were obviously Codes. Even Fit, who Phil told over and over again that those arent his kids, hit the Codes once or twice but stopped because he didnt wanna take that risk. No one wanted to take the chance of hurting an egg. It gave the ‘Code eggs’ time to kill Charlie and try to kill others.

But the second Phil joins back, he is screaming that those arent his kids and to kill them. That they were impostors. Even then, they let Phil kill the Code eggs.

Then when Code Tallulah died, everyone stepped back and let Phil 1v1 Code Chayanne.

Im so impressed with the admins and the people who played the fake Chayanne and Tallulah. They did such a good job of putting a spear of ice through my heart. 100/10 Bravo

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

TGCF couples at the beach

Because i want to go to the beach so bad rn

HuaLian:

Hua Cheng isnt too fond of the sun or the water but gege said he'd like to go so they're going.

Everything is fancy and luxurious, only the best for gege.

A large beach bed with a canopy, drinks and snacks served at all times, the whole nine yards.

He wears those fancy sunscreen lotions with foreign names cause he may be dead but he also burns easily and turns into a big baby about it.

Xie Lian insists they dont need to do all that and can just chill in the sand with a towel, which Hua Cheng finds preposterous.

They have a big ass umbrella over the canopy bed too cause the sun is a deadly laser.

So much affection - cuddling, kissing, being all sweet and lovey, feeding each other watermelon and gathering seashells

Theyre sickeningly sweet

Hua Cheng is able to keep his hands to himself for about 5 seconds max

If there are any noisy kids or families around, Hua Cheng sends Yin Yu to scare them off

(They take Yin Yu with for this express purpise but hey free all inclusive vacation, a win is a win)

Xie Lian never burns ever and refuses to wear sunscreen. Hua Cheng pouts about it because 1) dont want gege to get a sunburn and 2) cant teasingly rub lotion over him smh

Hua Cheng builds one of those fancy sand statues of Xie Lian and he thinks its the most romantic thing ever

It is

So many kisses in the water and swimming together all lovey

Hua Cheng is never seen not drinking a margarita

"You do not need to keep your swim trunks that low, San Lang." "Gege, tan lines are terrible."

BeefLeaf

SQX cant get He Xuan out of the water once they arrive to the beach. Nope. That is his habitat now. He belongs to the fishes.

SQX rents out beach chairs by the bar because how can one tan without a drink in hand?

Skimpy swimsuits because SQX also abides by the tan lines are the devil mentality

Manages to get He Xuan out of the water with the promise of ice cream

Talking shit about everyone around while eating ice cream and drinking martinis

So many seashells. He Xuan gives them to SQX as an offering aw

"XuanXuan you cant drown people that say indecent things about me!" "Who says" "the law??"

He Xuan brings SQX little fish he catches if they look colorful or pretty

"XuanXuan, put some tanning oil on my back!" And He Xuan spends like 10 mins trying to find the correct bottle because SQX brought like 50 and the tanning oil SQX wants looks like literally every other bottle there

So many selfies

He Xuan digs tunnels in the sand whenever he isnt in the water. SQX has to talk him into not using the Earth Master shovel

Theyre checking out hot people together

He Xuan puts on sunglasses to pretend he isnt staring at SQX

"XuanXuan you cant throw jellyfish at children!!"

SQX flirts their way into free drinks and He Xuan broods about it but also he is deeply in debt so he can't turn down free shit lmao

FengQing

Arguing, so much arguing, but hey thats their love language

"Thats a shit spot for a towel" "okay find a better one then" "here!" "Thats like a foot away whats the difference??"

Feng Xin refuses to put on sunscreen cause he thinks its not manly

"You cant beat the fucking sun, Feng Xin!"

Mu Qing refuses to get his hair wet. Feng Xin makes it a point to dunk him in the water at least once

Feng Xin falls asleep in the sun like an old man and Mu Qing draws dicks on him with sunscreen lmfao

They argue about who goes to get drinks and snacks and just end up going together

Feng Xin insists to exclusively drink beer until he tries one of Mu Qing's deadly cocktail combinations and hes hooked. He insists they add a little umbrella to his drink now so he and Mu Qing match

Sand castles competition turned chasing into the waves turned underwater kisses

Mu Qing judges everyone and Feng Xin cant help adding in to the commentary because its surprisingly entertaining

Beach sports! Theyre so competitive too so its extra fun and they make bets over everything

[blackknight-kai]

Just grooming headcanons and how would DO/SW react to reader busting out a whole ass skincare/haircare routine with tons of nice smelling products, shampoos, oils and hair masks

monke getting pampered tonight!!!

Okay! So I have grooming thoughts/HC and I’ll maybe get a whole post together at some point for it, but for now I wanna focus on this particular scenario of modern reader wanting to pamper him.

So, I feel like they would actually react the same way about this, mainly because they both grew up in the same environment and are both warriors etc. That being said I do think there will be a few differences and I’ll list them out.

Before I begin, I want to preface that I think if would be funny if they BOTH would be very against/dont wanna do it at first (I’ll explain why- this is in regards to the skincar/haircare/oils etc not general grooming).

I think SW out of the two would be easier to convince, not right away, but I do think hed eventually give in quicker than DO. I also think SW would seek you out after he realized how much he liked it and would demand his pampering. DO would be more subtle about it and let himself get a little extra messy so you offer it. DO is more on the indifferent side, thinking it’s pointless where as SW thinks that but also sees it as ‘fancy’ and too ‘soft’.

- [ ] You would think he’d jump at the chance to be groomed and have your hands running through his fur? Generally yes. But this? No.

- [ ] Absolutely Refuses when you first bring it up. Curls his lip and wrinkles his nose and everything.

- [ ] Thinks it’s a waste. Of. Time.

- [ ] He would be just fine with a wash and scrub in the river/waterfall, doesnt need whatever the hell that is.

- [ ] Doesnt like how stuff feels on his fur (even if it’s gonna be washed off) - he has yet to experience the joy of modern products making his fur extra soft though.

- [ ] He’s gonna argue that for him, someone who regularly gets into fights and rolls around getting into shit and is always getting filthy for one reason or another, wasting all that stuff is useless. (Not that hes dirty, he washes all the time)

- [ ] The scents of the products would irritate his sensitive nose so before you ask again you’d have to find stuff that he could deal with.

- [ ] Grooming is important in his culture so he genuinely loves grooming and being groomed by you, BUT he drawls the line at this fancy frou-frou modern shit. He is a strong, independent warrior and does NOT need to smell like a flower (disregarding how often he rolls in them when playing with monkey cubs).

- [ ] As much as he grew up being used to grooming and it being a bonding thing, it’s not something he is used to in regards of “being taken care of”. It was more of a social thing so you wanting to take care of him makes him on edge.

- [ ] If you keep at it though eventually he will give in, just the once (he thinks). Especially when you show him the products before hand and they dont smell AS bad.

- [ ] He’s gonna pout and sigh dramatically through the first bit of it. Trying to keep up a ‘I’m only doing this for you, you owe me’ facade.

- [ ] But he very quickly realizes that he freaking adores this!

- [ ] The low lighting, soft smells, warm fuzzy atmosphere, being the focus of your attention for an extended period of time?

- [ ] You rinsing his fur? Slowly massaging in the soaps and scraping your nails gently over his skin? The hot warm water coupled with you rubbing the knots out of his sore muscles? Drying him with gentle towel rubs and light blow drying so he’s nice and soft and fluffy? Rubbing oil or lotion on the fur less patches of his so his skin is hydrated and soft? You just touching him for so damn long tenderly, letting him lean back against your chest when in the tub or letting him lay across your lap as you blow dry his back, or giving him a real massage after while he just lies there feeling like a fucking cloud? Even with the damn moist thing you put on his face.

- [ ] He is in fucking LOVE and heaven. THIS is the real heaven, right here. You have one giant puddle of a monkey and you’ve done it now.

- [ ] He’s going to be letting out so many sighs and light grunts/groans of innocent pleasure. His mind will be quiet and he will just bask in the attention you’ve given him.

- [ ] Very addicted to it although it wont happen SUPER often. (Although you made him boujee about his soap now so this is your fault)

- [ ] SWK - again will from here on DEMAND his pamperings when he deems it time. DO - will be more subtle about it, purposely letting himself get messy and take bare minimum washes so you get fed up with how disheveled his fur is and ‘make’ him sit for you for a night of pampering time.

- [ ] He is gonna be smug as fuck though to other monkeys / people with his glossy soft fur and beautiful shining soft skin. SWK would strut like a peacock and DO would be a bit more subtle about it but would still show off.

- [ ] Definitely WILL return the favor. Enjoys it very much in fact, again it’s a social thing/bonding thing, plus he gets to make you feel special too/has his hands on you for extended periods of time.

Side note: I feel like since this is more of a pamper the monkey thing spicy time would be on a low simmer. But if it leads to it, it would happen AFTER everything is said and done. Not that he wouldn’t get you worked up or you him, slick hands are traveling all over each others bodies after all (sometimes deliberately). But I think it would be tender and slow, just enjoying the warm soft gooey atmosphere you two have created for the night.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Heeeeya, Nini! How's it going? I can't believe its already been a year! I've been here since before that time you accidentally deleted your blog XD. Congrats! you've dominated the sub! bsd tag for forever and I'm living for it XD. For the event, can I please request Fyodor (bsd) with the prompt, 'Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess'. Bro, I have an inability to be all that sadistic, even in fiction TwT, so for the punishment part, can I request something like tickling? Is that allowed?! LMAO- As always, feel free to delete/decline this if it makes you uncomfy, and have an awesome day. And again, congrats on one year!

AHHHHH DONT REMIND ME OF THAT TIME can’t believe how dumb I was 🥲 but thank you for being a long time follower hehe, the idea with tickling is very cute I love it

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor - reader is gn

Warning: humiliation, teasing, a tiny bit of degrading, tickling >:)

Anniversary event

Thud thud thud

Someone was hammering on your door in the middle of the night, and they just didn’t stop. You’ve been trying to ignore it for the past minutes, but the sound only got louder.

Thud thud thud

“Ahhhh which fucker is it?!” In the end, you gave in and cursed, stomping to the front door before opening a small crack. “What is-” to your surprise you knew the person behind the door, it was fyodor, your boyfriend. “Huh?? Fedya? Why didn’t you use the bell?” You immediately swung the door open and invited him in, he gave you a bashful smile before entering. Then you shut the door behind him.

“You see…” he said, while he let his coat slip from his shoulders, revealing his hands which were bound tightly behind his back. “It proved to be pretty difficult to ring the bell three times, so I thought kicking the door would suffice.” That was the secret code you two agreed on, so that you’d know if it was him who’s standing on your doorway. “Ah…” you stared at his restricted limps, then at him, giving him a questioning glance. He didn’t provide any explanation or answers.

The male turned around to face you, who were still standing next to the door. “Well? Aren’t you going to help me?” He rushed you, but kept his soft smile. “Actually no, not yet.” You replied, crossing your arms in font of your chest. That attitude, were you mad with him? “…y/n, what do you want.” Finally he dropped the good-guy act, seemingly irritated by your behaviour. Normally you’d help without being this difficult, except when you aren’t in a good mood, something that seems to be the case here.

You walked past him and sat down on the couch, making yourself comfortable before saying, “bring me the remote.” Fyodor looked a tad baffled, though he didn’t think too much about it and walked to the shelf to the left of you, pondering for a moment on how to grab it, before using his mouth to bite the object. Then he brought it to you like an obedient puppy, right into your hand and cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. “Good job.” You praised him, scratching the underside of his chin a bit, intensifying his blush.

“Now bring me a scissor to cut those ropes. You can find it in the kitchen.” He glared at you when you didn’t stop ordering him around, especially since he found his actions pretty shameful. Nevertheless, he bit back his complains and went to the other room to get whatever you wanted. Once he found the scissor, he bit the handle of the tool, and carefully got back to your side. “That took you a while.” You chuckled, to which he scoffed, “are you done with the games now?” How furious he sounded, he wasn’t having half the fun you had huh?

You tilted your head to the side, acting like you were thinking about it, then said, “one last thing.” Before giving him a big smile. The male rolled his eyes at that, at least internally. “Bring me a glass of water, that’s my last request, promise.” After you finished your sentence, you raised your pinky finger, then said, “ah silly me, you can’t reciprocate it after all.” Fyodor mumbled, “you are unbelievable.” Then he made his way back to the kitchen. What else was he supposed to do, he needed your help.

Through much resilience and great efforts, he managed to get a cup out of your shelves. And he even managed to fill it with tap water! Afterwards he bit the handle of the cup, finding that to be the easiest course of action, and slowly walked over to you. This was now his third time running a stupid errand for you, and he really hoped this would be the last. On his way back, he accidentally spilled the water in the cup all over himself and the floor, causing him to yelp a little, “hmmm..!”

You turned your head to the source of the noise, giggling at the sight but not helping him. His blush darkened even more, and he closed the last bit of distance between you two. Without any commentary, you took the cup and put it on the table, grabbing the scissors and cutting through his binds. He didn’t expect you to not make fun of him, so consider him grateful.

Though after you were done, you got up from your seat, grabbing his shoulders as you sneered, “gosh, fyodor, you couldn’t even bring me a glass of water?” Guess he jinxed it. Even though considering the circumstances he was in, failing his task was a very possible outcome, he still felt humiliated by your words, or at least embarrassed. He wanted to argue, to try and keep some shreds of dignity when you bested him to it, saying, “shouldn’t you get a punishment for that?”

“A punishment?” As soon as these words left his mouth, you pushed him into the couch and tickled him. Attacking his stomach while responding through a huge grin, “yep! A punishment you can’t evade!” “What- ha- ahaha.. no, wait haha…! Stop!” He laughed involuntarily, kicking his legs around and trying to peel your hands off his body. “Haha.. s-stop, hahh.. really, hahaha~ I can’t-!!” Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes already, his clothes and hair all disheveled. “Hehe.. alright, the punishment is over.” You eventually said, reaching out to his face to wipe his tears away.

As if hit by the realisation, he abruptly stopped smiling, still blushing furiously as he gasped for air. When he breathing calmed down, he pouted, then wrapped his arms around your neck as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips, “you-… you better make it up to me for being mean.”

[guttednights]

(𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻) 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷

warnings: none, just older boyfriend Simon, being older boyfriend Simon.

I can't stop thinking about older boyfriend Simon being like, a dad in the way that he LOVES to craft. Like when you guys bought a new house together he literally told you "It has to have a garage". hell, you didn't complain. whatever kept him busy and happy while he's home on missions is fine with you. And besides it was kinda fun watching him make the garage into some kinda little workshop, with all his expensive tools, toolboxes, saws, woods, metals, honestly whatever was hanging out at his dad's place from when he was younger he was putting in this damn garage. give it 2 days after being home from and mission and he's already having to fix something (which he acts grumpy about it, but he loves doing it). Like most recently when you realized that your favorite shelf in the bathroom had split in half :(. you told him when he came home and a day later he was in the bathroom taking the shelf off the wall and walking to the garage to fix it. he put some wood glue on it, held it in place, and waited a day or so, then boom looks like brand new as he drills it back into place in your bathroom a day later. Fuck if you complain, you think it's hot, the way he can just fix almost anything, and not only that will build almost anything you ask him. And I like to think he is also good with lighting and plumbing, maybe his dad was a plumber and electrician and just taught Simon how to do everything in case one day he has "a pretty little wife to keep care of", and well be it, he did, he had you. One day after he came home, literally was home for like 4- hours before the sink in the bathroom started to flood. you were simply washing your hands when water was everywhere, you panicked and ran to Simon. Hands still sopping from washing them "Baby! The sinks flooding!" of course his natural protective instincts kick in, immediately drying you off first, and pulling you away from the bathroom. he then ran outside and got his wrench and other things to fix the bathroom. fast forward 20 minutes later and he's laying on the wet floor, wrench in hand tightening the faulty tube that has come loose under the sink. "all okay now doll, m'fixed it" *he said getting up and putting his tools back in his small toolbox. he helped you clean up the water with some towels and kissed your head lightly. And of course, on Valentine's Day, he brings you a rose bouquet and hand-built shelves (or whatever you want).

I dont know where this thought came from but I just had to write about it

(PS) i do not know anything about plumbing so please don't roast me if it is not correct thanks

[filmbyjy]

HAMSTER HEESEUNG (2)

— main HYBRID masterlist

SUMMARY: how do you stop your heart beating erratically whenever heeseung stands close to you? should you even be letting him into your knowing your traumatic past with relationships.

WORD COUNT: 0.95K words

WARNINGS: mentions of past toxic relationship (the guy used to hurt you), shy shy heeseung

NOTE: AHHH this took too long🥲 this has been in my drafts since Feb 2023 so uhh yeah. the HYBRID series is still going to have slow updates as i am trying my best to write whenever i can. i believe my time will definitely be taken up more once i get my internship. hope you enjoyed this chapter though!!

after you had shortly left heeseung in the kitchen, you had turned on the air-conditioning. you could feel your heart racing quickly.

what should I do? plan? I should create a plan to make it seem like I am a good owner while somehow keeping distance with heeseung

“i think the water is overflowing." heeseung says. your eyes widened. you quickly ran to the kitchen and turned the fire off. the water simmering down as you let out a breath.

"i'm so sorry, i should have turn off the fire." heeseung's head drops. you sighed and went to touch his hair. your hands making contact with his ears. it twitches when you touched it.

"it's alright. i should have remembered to turn it off." the boy looks up at you and your heart drops when you noticed his glossy eyes. you instantly pulled him into a hug.

"hey, it's alright. it's not your fault."

"i just don't want to mess things up. i'm scared that you might not want me anymore." he sniffles. you ran your hand up and down his back to calm him down and you could feel him loosen up and finally wrap his arms around your waist.

"i'm not going to leave you, heeseung." you whisper. heeseung hides his face further into your neck and you blushed.

okay maybe there was no way out of this so you guess this was the only route to follow. you were going to allow heeseung into your heart.

"really?" he says.

"of course."

“thank you. you’re the first owner to say that.” heeseung mumbles quietly.

how dare those people…

“those people don’t deserve you. you’re strong for having to go through all the hardships.”

“t-thank you.” he says.

as you placed heeseung at arm’s length, you noticed the stray tears that fell onto his cheeks. you had reached up and wiped them away.

“I’ll be your guardian from now on. I’ll protect you and give you the love you deserve after all those horrible years.”

heeseung sniffles, his doe eyes staring back at you. “I’m a little scared b-but I’ll try.”

“you dont have to completely warm up to me, you can slowly do it. I understand it’s hard for you.” you say in the sweetest tone.

heeseung hums, “okay. I can try.”

you turned your head to look at the ramyeon. “ah right, the ramyeon. it’s probably too soft to eat now, I’ll just whip up a new batch. why don’t you go sit in the sofa for a bit?”

he didn’t move, it was almost like his legs were frozen. he shakes his head. “don’t wanna leave.”

“okay, then. you can stay and watch me. just sit at the table right there.”

he nods and sits there. despite him being a hamster hybrid, he sure acts like an obedient puppy. his ears twitch once the water starts boiling and you started making some fried eggs to add into the ramyeon. he looked excited, almost about to jump out of his seat as he waits for the food in anticipation.

you had plate the ramyeon and then placed it in front of him. “there. enjoy.” you smiled.

heeseung digs in, he hastily eats it since he was hungry. he chews on it, filling his cheeks with noodles. his cheeks round and rosy, just as he opens to speak, he starts to hicup. you hand him a cup of water so he could digest his food with.

“eat slowly, you’ll choke.” heeseung hums at your words. he eats slowly just like you said.

and then, the doorbell rang. his freezes, his heartbeat growing quicker.

“I’ll get the door, don’t worry and just eat.” you had reached up to give him a pet as you noticed his scared and confused look. he leans into your touch. you made your way to the door and just as you opened it, you heard a familiar voice that made you freeze.

“open the door. i know you're there.”

it sounded demanding. scary. you knew exactly who it was.

“w-who is that?” heeseung’s small voice appears next to you.

“oh umm…that’s my ex-boyfriend. we can just ignore him.” just as you finished your words, your ex-boyfriend pounds on the door. it startles both you and heeseung. the poor hamster boy clenches his fist.

“he’s scary. are you sure he’s not going to break down the door.”

“he might at this rate. how about you stay in my room, okay? it’s the one to the left with some fake leaves on the wall.”

“okay.” heeseung shyly says. he goes over to your bedroom and you breathed in before opening the door. your ex-boyfriend, minjun, was halfway about to pound on the door again.

“what do you want?” you asked him.

“you weren’t answering and I was worried.” minjun nonchalantly says as he folds his arms.

“we aren’t together anymore so why should you care?”

"we aren't together?" it was like a dark cloud loomed over him, he smirks and steps closer towards you. "what do you mean we aren't together anymore, baby? we never broke up, unless i said we could."

your heart rate accelerates quickly, his hands ready to reach up and hit you as he always had during the toxic relationship. however, before he could even lay a hand on you, someone grabs his arm and towers over him.

it was heeseung

he had come to save the day. something weird about it was, there was no sign of the kind and shy heeseung behind his dark and scary eyes. all that was left was rage, anger and a murderous glint. it kinda scared you a little, what happened to the cute and adorable hamster boy?

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