#and nearly fall asleep on them

[celestiachan]

i need to snuggle someone as we both do our own things on our phones

[secriden]

the joongdunk gods randomly showed me this 3am joongdunk live out of nowhere and there are SO MANY GEMS in it!?

the whole drag conversation

Joong: if you guys want us to... do something like drag... Dunk: comment comment

the way dunk's main concern is who is going to do the make up, but he is otherwise very willing to try it. what a man *u* <3

(also, joong, you're absolutely correct and i can only hope that someone else will have the same vision and put dunk in a dress or skirt at some point because those legs!?!? yeah.)

dunk flirting and joong absolutely loosing his cool

Joong: *screeches like a banshee and looses his grip on the phone* Joong, in the most high-pitched hysterical voice: Jesus!

joong getting embarrassed by his own flirting

joong frantically backpedaling as dunk repeated asks "how can i get in the frame???" is sending me xD

man thinks he's got game but the second dunk plays along (knowingly or otherwise), he's left utterly flummoxed xD

joong's helpless glances

joong especially looked very tired and out of it and there were just a few moments that felt especially unfiltered/unguarded where he'd look at dunk like that:

just, fond amusement and this almost dazed kind of wonder. ugh, i can't handle them, pls send help! <3

[poems-of-a-lover]

will never be over this honestly

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Thinking about New Years with my F/Os is so silly. I am really tempted to perhaps do a little headcannons post on how we'd probably spend New Years together with a good handful of them even though 95% of it will be mostly just same as any other day until midnight begins to creep up!

But I am doubly giggling thinking about it with my British F/Os Finn and Axlerod because I'm going to be like "Yeah, we don't have to do much! We can just watch the ball drop or something if we don't fall asleep and- hol. Hold on. That's in New York or something isn't it. Does UK cable TV televise that. Do they do something in London like how they have the big Christmas tree there. I'm sure someone will be illegally streaming it on YouTube or something anyway."

Assuming I MAKE it to midnight. My sleep schedule has been a little wonky this past day or so but that's because I haven't been giving myself my routine wind-down moment where I turn off all my lights and put my phone away(mostly, I will still check some notifications like texts or discord, maybe Tumblr) at like 8-8:30pm-ish and just watch TV. Typically a Jerma stream.

[one-of-us-must-be-crazy]

While you'd think the relationship would have moved at a truly glacial pace, once together, it's only eh....five or six months before Samuels comes back to their flat with an actual honest-to-god engagement ring. Logically, they're living together, they've exchanged words of intentions for this to be a long term relationship, so he figures he should do this the proper human way.

Unfortunately, Amanda balks at the concept of being/engaged/ because what the fuck, Chris, (not counting cryo) I haven't known you for a year yet??? Poor thing assumes her distaste is because he grossly misread their situation and his place in her life. She has to stress to him that it's not him, not the color of his blood ("Amy, it's not really blood,") just that its awfully fast. Its enough to calm him down but he's still embarrassed, and then the horror of having to return the ring occurs to him and--

"Why would you return it?"

"You said--"

"Hold on to it, for a little while." She never wanted to be anyone's wife, anyone's mother, anyone's possession...But if anyone on the planet would understand the hesitation she had with commitment, it would be the man she helped carve company logos out his fingerprints.

"Do you mean it?"

It breaks her heart, the way he's beaming at her like she actually accepted instead of requesting an extension, but his sheer /joy/ is infectious. He's like her, so very dry and to the point, their shared sense of humor is subtle, sarcastic, and often dark--yet she cracks, and she's giggling. Samuels can't laugh: almost no synthetic can by design, it's too complex of a biological process to bother mimicking but she knows if he could, he'd be joining her.

He over thinks how long "a while" is and goes through a monthly crisis, takes to carrying the ring in his coat, but never asking out of fear it hasn't been long enough. Amanda finds it there one day about four months later, while looking for a missing key. Christopher finds her sitting on the bedroom floor, glassy eyed, coat over her knees, twisting the ring around (of course it fits perfectly he probably laser measured her hands)

"If...you want, you can keep it on." Amanda nods slowly, the realization of the 'yes' sinking in belatedly she she has to stand shakily to hug him. Tightly.

[plusdanshii]

(sighs dreamily)… care noncon…

[i3utterflyeffect]

He gets back and the others can tell that something is wrong and he's also probably more jumpy, and it takes awhile before he's comfortable using art tools again. Also he's probably going to be more afraid of accidentally hurting them because of the nightmares he's had when he didn't have all the context of his memories and seeing how much his actions have impacted people.

YEAH... i don't think it ever really occurred to him that they're still not equal in power�� even if the CG is really really good at fighting, he's very nervous that someday he'll slip up and someone will get hurt. Plus, I don't think he entirely realized that they're just a bunch of dumb teenagers until he saw them in person.

It's weird, because yeah, he may be human, but Vic kind of drilled their own fear of humans into his head, so it's... disorienting, to say the least.

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Re: "I don't know how both of us would feel if we were forced to separate."

My theory: Vova would have not been able to endure everything without his family / Olena by his side.

I agree with that. Or he would be in a much worse place right now.

Olena also wouldn't do well in a foreign country, far away from him. (Same for the children.)

Ze needs her (and them) close to him. As stated several times by both of them, they're his happiness and energy and strength. No matter how short or rare they're meetings may be, they're still important because he takes something out of them, from every second. Just to be able to actually see them and talk to them and being able to hug and hold them and kiss them and be close to them. Or that Olena can be there for him in the dark moments.

[fingertipsmp3]

Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself

[magolorex]

besties homies and oomfies in the crowd i will not lie i am severely mentally unwell (negative) right now so i might not respond to antthing so sorry about that 💔 i just need to like take a bit to myself i think. i love you all. my final message change da worl

[lunarsapphism]

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[tentglitch]

Growling and biting I need to get back to my Akeshu post canon fic so bad I need them healing together and also having sweet moments with Akira's daughter

[yousaytomato]

I've barely slept tonight, and now it's nearly morning :( and I just started falling asleep and got an auditory hallucination that freaked me out / makes me scared to try and sleep again :(

[yurizq]

ෆ You didn’t think much of it at first.

A pair missing here. A soft, cotton thong you swore you wore last week suddenly gone from your drawer. But you’re messy sometimes. Maybe you left it at your dorm, or in the wash, or— No. Now there’s five missing. And the only person who’s been in your room?

Yuji.

Your sweet, doting, flustered boyfriend who goes red anytime you even kiss his neck too long. Yuji, who insists on folding your laundry for you. Yuji, who always smells like your fabric softener.

You decide to test him. Just once.

So before you leave, you intentionally leave your favorite baby-pink pair draped across your bed.

You come back earlier than expected. The apartment’s quiet. Too quiet. Until you hear it—

Whining. Moaning.

You tiptoe forward—and nearly choke on your breath.

Yuji.

Half-naked on your bed, thick cock in one hand, your pink cotton panties crushed against his face with the other, hips jerking, thighs shaking.

"Fucking hell—smells so sweet,” he gasps into the fabric, tongue sliding over the spot that was pressed against your pussy all day. “Wore these to class, didn’t you? Bet you were wet the whole time…”

His cock twitches, leaking all over his abs, and he moans again—your name, filthy and broken.

"God, I’d eat you out through these—fucking suck your pussy through the fabric, I swear—”

You step into the room. His eyes snap open.

“...Baby—fuck—!”

You raise a brow, heart pounding. “What are you doing with my underwear?”

He scrambles to sit up, flushed and still hard.

"I—I wasn’t gonna cum with them! I just—fuck, you smelled so good—I missed you and—and I needed something—!”

You walk over, pluck the panties from his hand, and slide them down your skirt—right between your legs. Press them into your dripping pussy, grind the soft cotton into your folds until they’re soaked.

Yuji moans like he’s dying.

You hold them out. “You want them? You want the real thing?”

He grabs them, groans, then drops to his knees.

He spreads your legs, eyes glassy.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he breathes, watching your slick glisten. “All this for me?”

You nod, breath hitching.

Yuji growls—and dives in.

He eats you like it’s his last meal—sloppy, filthy, tongue fucking into your pussy while his nose grinds against your clit. Loud slurping sounds fill the room as his moans vibrate through your core.

“You taste like fucking candy—” “Wanna drown in your pussy—shit—” “Can’t stop—fuck, I won’t stop—”

You cry out, thighs squeezing around his head. He doesn’t care. He grabs your ass, pulls you tighter against his mouth, and devours you.

You cum hard, screaming his name, but he just keeps going—tongue lapping at your clit, overstimulating you until you’re shaking.

“Yuji—Y-Yuji please—”

He pulls back, breathless, chin soaked. “Get on the bed.”

You blink, dazed. “What—?”

“Now, baby. Need to fuck you. Now.”

You’re on your back before you can think—legs spread, panties tossed aside, Yuji’s cock thick and pulsing as he lines up and slides in.

"Fuck—fuck, you’re tight—"

He fills you in one hard thrust, bottoming out, your pussy fluttering around him like it missed him.

He moans, loud and ruined. "You’re gonna let me cum inside this sweet fucking pussy, right?"

You nod desperately, gripping his shoulders.

"Say it," he growls, fucking into you harder, slamming your g-spot.

“Please—cum in me—need it—Yuji—!”

He loses it.

"F-fuck, I’m gonna fill you up—gonna fucking ruin you—"

He buries his cock deep, grinding into your cervix as hot cum spills inside you, deep, thick, so much it leaks out around his dick. He stays buried, breathing heavy, fucking it in with slow, deep thrusts.

"Now you’ll smell like me,” he pants, licking your neck. “Next time you go out in those cute panties, everyone will know who you fucking belong to.”

After?

He falls asleep between your legs, head on your belly, arms wrapped around your waist… and your panties in his fist.

Like a pervy little blanket.

[verymuchwowperson]

if you want me to go to sleep you have to beat my seven evil reasons for staying up

[fingertipsmp3]

Why do I have some of the worst dreams ever