#brainrotting something insane tonight

[kiwibirdlafayette]

something something a constant of jordan existing in a world to become stronger- driven by a need to serve and protect those he cares the most about- but forever being cursed to be the root of his own destruction, and that no matter what he does, has some hand in loss of those who he swore he could never harm.

[guinevereslancelot]

fate brought us together but Don't read into it. shielding u with my body as a friend. not letting go of your waist afterwards and gazing at u intensely platonically. if i die it will have been worth it for meeting you as a pal. this is a non yearning hand touch.

[genesisvirus]

looks at angus and jumbo josh (+twistedtoes)

i can make them worst

[anachronistic-falsehood]

WHISKEYYYYY i need 2 reread it and make sure its not total garbage but if my quackity thing is still semi good i will send u the wip version of it <3 bc i am soooo bad at finishing fics esp bc im not all that invested in dsmp anymore but i respect ur input on writing and would love 2 hear ur thoughs on it 😌 its gonna b later tho bc im about 2 go out and wont be back til late. BUT IF U WANTED. i would 100% do that

YES YES YES. MAC. YES. OMG. making grabby hands at u rn plsssss send it i would love 2 read it aghahgahhghgighugh

[hematocephalus]

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[monzabee]

short n' sweet (social media au) - op81

masterlist ||

Summary: The one where in an attempt to figure out who Y/N is dating, the internet come up with theories only to realise she is dating none other than Oscar Piastri and chaos ensues.

Pairing: oscar piastri x pop star!reader (model used: sabrina carpenter) (and domingooo)

Warnings: cursing (i think), sabrina carpenter is horny but it's okay we ride with it, feat the internet being the internet, i have a big fat crush on mercello hernandez so you have been warned

Auhtor note: came all this way, had to explain, direct from @percervall; mar this one is for you, i haven't had this much fun in a long time so thank you for indulging my brainrot and excitement😭🫶

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

yourusername

Liked by elleusa, taylorswift, gracieabrams and 3,255,376 others

yourusername: toto, i have a feeling we're not in kansas anymore. short'n sweet cumming to a city near you! first stop: columbus, ohio

user: bro just give me ONE chance

user: SHE'S GORGEOUS ❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: te amo diva

user: don't know if i wanna be with her or i wanna be her

view all 5,594 comments.

user: see you tomorrow pookie

user: cant wait to see u 🫶🏼✨🤍

user: she’s the sweetest & shortest 💋

user: it’s Y/N's world and we’re just living in it😭🤍🤍💋💋💋

user: is he talking about TOTO FUCKING WOLFF??

user: why is f1 everywhere, no she isn't😭

tiktokuser1

caption: bed chem from opening night!!

user: that mic is ON! ✨

user: I LOVE THIS DIVA!!

user: watching this isn’t enough, I have to be there

user: I need that bed.. NEOWWW

user: SHE BETTER BRING THE DAMN TOUR TO AUSTRALIA CAUSE THE FOMO IS CRAZY

user: oh i think she'll be bringing the tour to australia alright

user: what does that mean??

user: what do you know!!

tiktokuser2

caption: YO I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING BUT SHORT N' SWEET TOUR IS THAT GIRL!!

user: 'have you ever tried this one?' ugh her mind😭

user: IS THIS THE NEW NONESENSE OUTRO FOR THIS TOUR I NEED TO KNOW

user: i can't take my eyes off this, i've been staring at it for the past five minutes!

user: okay diva we see you👀

yourusername

Liked by madisonbeer, oscarpiastri, haileybieber and 4,182,928 others

yourusername: hello l.a., are you ready to wrap it up?

user: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

user: okay who is he and why is he lurking in my diva's likes?

user: MY QUEEN (me typing this while listening to espresso 👀)

user: just a girl living life and making everyone fall in love with her

user: i’m 26 and AFRAID of Y/N Y/LN

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user: the caption and the last pic with the kittens the vibes don't match i love you😭

yourusername: stoppp, i diee

user: how is this tour like halfway over ????? second leg of tour maybe???? 😭

tiktokuser3

caption: have you ever tried this one?

user: i don't know how she keeps coming up with these

user: imagine having this much freak, i wouldn't be able to leave my house

user: am i the only one who is excited for the last three shows in la??

user: her boyfriend is one lucky guy that's for sure

user: she has a boyfriend??

user: girl who do you think the guy in the white jacket and the thick accent is?

tiktokuser4

caption: omg guys😭😭 domingo is here😭😭

user: CAME ALLL THIS WAAY HAD TO EXPLAAAIN

user: deerect from domingoo

user: okay hear me out... mercello and Y/N??

user: noooo, this crossover is actually too insane i can't handle it

user: look at how he's looking at her bro's down bad😭

tiktokuser5

caption: WE'VE LOST HER TO DOMINGO GUYS

user: somebody call kyle and tell him the good news😭

user: who's kyle?

user: omg do you live under a rock or something?

user: am i the only one who thinks they are not dating?

yourusername

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yourusername: LA night 2 ♥️💋 second locationnnn maybe he’s biiii!!! see you tonight for our last show of the US leg :’) how the hell

user: God bless your Dad’s genetics, Domingo

user: OMG DOMINGOOO… “NOW SHES WITH A HOT GUY BUT HE LOOKS GAY, HEARD HIS NAMES DOMINGO”

user: DOMINGO IS CHEATING ON KELSEY

user: no hate to domingo, but oscar jack piastri liked this post under 1 minute😭😭

user: i think we've established that she is probably dating marcello, please stop with the delulu

user: Y/N IM HERE👹

view all 5,179 comments.

user: marcelo hernandez had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever… and he did

user: the budget for this tour is insane… feels like a literal broadway production

user: came all this way, let her explain deeerect from LA

yourusername

Liked by oscarpiastri, madisonbeer, marcellohdz and 4,928,234 others

yourusername: date night but make it our way tagged: oscarpiastri

user: i'm sorrryyyy, but the dress is giving andie andersonn

yourusername: princess sophia is having some fun tonightt

user: this is still the most mind boggling couple ever BUT YOU LOOK GOOD THO

user: i'm so normal about this, i am sooooo normal about this

user: it's giving ross from friends and i am here for it

user: the best hard launch in the history of hard launches

oscarpiastri: great show, even better after party

yourusername: why did i know you were going to comment this

oscarpiastri: i'm literally sitting right next to you and you saw me type it

user: unhinged gf x calm bf duo is superior and this is the biggest proof ever

view all 6,728 comments.

marcellohdz: but what about domingo...

yourusername: i'm sorry domingo...

user: but is mark webber still alive, MARK ARE YOU THERE

oscarpiastri

Liked by yourusername, landonorris, mclaren and 928,256 others

oscarpiastri: came all this way, had to explain... tagged: yourusername

yourusername: 100% recommend, 5-star service

oscarpiastri: 😐

yourusername: 🥰

user: mister oscar jack piastri god bless your dad's genetics indeed

user: world class driving, world class relationship reveal

landonorris: okay but do we get free concert tickets ooor?

oscarpiastri: 😐

yourusername: of course!

user: this is actually so cute i'm going to throw up

view all 3,156 comments.

user: have you ever tried this one just took a whole other meaning

user: wait, are we going to see them together in las vegas??

user: the hard launching is insaneee

[dpspcehntr]

Ooh I just came from ur nsfw hc asks (is it still okay to send one though..?? ignore this if not) and I lowk wanna share a brainrot about Zayne making you wear his glasses when doing the nastiest weewow ever (bonus points if it ends up really fogged up after) ♪～(´ε｀　) maybe I'm just pretty insane for characters with glasses but ooh lawdie that man makes me worship the ground he's walkin on (ˊ˘ˋ*)

As someone who wears glasses…exactly 😭🔥

Send me your NSFW head cannons/thoughts/confessions about the LADS boys and I’ll write a little something for you 💖

Warning: handjob ,oral (m receiving), face fucking, cum eating, cum play (if you squint), glasses kink, just pure filth, I got carried away

Tonight was one of your numerous nightly visits to Zayne at the hospital. With a few hours to kill between surgeries he invited you over to see him. You already knew what that meant and you can’t help but admit its gone right down south. Your underwear feels slick with anticipation as you open his office door.

“Hello Dr. Zayne. You wanted to see me?”

He looks up from the pile of paperwork on his desk and takes you in. A smile is on your lips as you approach him. He watches you with low eyes as you sit down to face him in his lap. His hands instantly slide onto your hips as he leans up for a kiss. You place your hands on either side of his face and pull him in for a kiss.

“Wasting no time are we, Dr. Zayne?”

He blushes a deeper shade of red and clears his throat.

“You knew exactly what my message meant. You wouldn’t be here otherwise, Miss Hunter.”

You scoff and pull him into another kiss which he deepens by pulling you closer to him. Your hands slide up into his hair and his grip on your hips tightens. The kiss turns heated until you’re both panting and desperate. You pull apart for air, his glasses covered in fog. By impulse you pull them off his face and put them on your face.

“Wait, don’t take them off.”

You give him a curious look as he blushes a deeper shade of pink. Usually Zayne was very cool, calm, and collected but something you’re doing has him loosing it by the second.

“Is, is it the glasses?”

He adverts his gaze and looks at the floor.

“Yes. Can you keep them on please?”

An idea pops into your head and you slide off his lap onto the floor under his desk.

“As the doctor orders.”

Before he can ask you start unbuckling his pants and take him out of his boxers. A hand instantly flys to his mouth to keep quiet as you slowly pump him in your hands. His muffled moans go straight to your core as you take him in your mouth. You take your time licking and sucking him as he falls apart above you. He slides his hands into your hair and scoots to the edge of the chair. He slowly starts to thrust himself in and out of your mouth. You hum in satisfaction around him as he picks up the pace. Your underwear now soaked through as he continues to fuck your face. Precum leaks down your throat you can feel he’s close. He pulls himself out of your mouth and pumps himself right in front of your face. Before long he blows his load over your face, cum hitting his glasses and your lips. He grunts as he comes down, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. When he comes to he looks down at you as you swipe his cum up on your finger and put it in your mouth. You suck it off your finger and release it with a pop. If he wasn’t so fucked out he would be hard all over again.

“Your turn, Miss Hunter.”

[andersonfilms]

#BRAINROT! — abby anderson x reader

abby never thought she would be so lucky to have an opportunity like this. the two of you were roommates, two peas in a pod unable to be separated until ellie had won your heart. filled with anguish, abby had tolerated your relationship for the past two years. putting on the bravest face, being supportive, letting you lean on her through the lows of ellie.

ellie wouldn’t see it this way.

your girlfriend, seemed to grow an ugly green head at the burly blonde’s wondering eyes. ellie had made her case many times, trying to convince you abby wanted more than to be your best friend during your relationship. she wants you. stupid, rage fueled arguments started by her always ended up with a curse of roommate’s name. all roads lead to abby, especially your big blow up fight a few nights ago.

ellie gave you an ultimatum, her or abby.

both of them were here at the new year’s eve party with jesse as rhetorical hosts and you decided to stew. angrily, bitterly stewing. ellie didn't have the right to push someone out of your life just because she felt jealous. someone you care about, one of the few people who fully understands, helped you through your lowest moments and ellie expected you to just cut ties, as if it’s easy. as if you want to.

ellie is sitting next to dina on the couch and abby just made her way outside on the patio to watch the fireworks. the god awful turning feeling growing in the bottom of your stomach, nerves boiling over as rhea adrenaline pumped through your veins because you knew.

you knew, you knew, you knew.

the person you couldn’t leave without, the answer became clear when forced upon you.

you watch the clock as it winds down.

11:57

she didn’t speak a single word all night. all you were welcomed with were puppy eyes and a bleeding heart each second you refused to talk with her. ellie’s green orbs caught wind of your own, looking at her. you know she loves you, even when she can’t help it when she becomes crazy jealous, only spurring out insane nonsense. in her own way, she does but the anger her father left is drowning you, making it inescapable. she wants you to come to her, you know she does. even if ellie is mean when she’s afraid, she irrevocably in love with you.

but you can’t. because ellie knew you better than you knew yourself. you knew she didn’t want to be, but her eyes filled with regret as yours resembled pity. it beamed as brightly as a full moon on a starless evening, tears in her eyes as you made yourself across the living room to the back door.

11:58

your senses are met with the smell of cigarettes and cheap tequila, but you see her sitting beside herself away from her friends. she’s on a bench swing, rocking her body weight back and forth. she looks perfect with a beanie as her locks lightly framed her chin.

she’s anxious, forefinger picking at the label in beer, condensation making it easy for it fall away. abby wonders if everything will leave just as easily, you mainly. tonight at least she does, you hadn’t spoken a word to anyone really. she wonders if she did something wrong, if she’s hurt you in any type of way. abby hopes she’s just in her head too much because she can’t stand the thought of you hurt at all, but especially by her hands.

abby is pouting so badly, she misses you going up to her. until your weight sends the swing moving slightly, before she digs her feet into the wooden planks. you grab a swing of her beer, a drink you ate but you’ll need all help you can get if you still want to follow through with this.

it isn’t because this is difficult, it’s the easiest thing you’ve done all year. it terrifies how quickly you made the decision once you picture a life without her. you can’t see one, it’s not a possibility at all.

11:59

“c’mon, what you are you doing out here? it’s almost midnight. go find ellie, bub. is everything good?” abby says, but you almost don’t catch a thing she’s saying. you’re looking at her lips, licking your own in anticipation.

“it’s cold, too. where’s you jacket?” abby doesn’t wait for you to respond. she peels of your bomber, wrapping it warmly over your shoulders.

“i guess, i don’t know, i got distracted. i’m perfectly fine, abby.” you say, getting lost in beautiful blues. never really appreciating them like you should. if she let you, from this moment on, you’d never stop.

you’re leaning in closer to her, right hand resting on her thigh, and abby’s more confused than ever.

“are you sure everything is alright? why aren’t you trying to find ellie?” abby furrowed her eyebrows, trying to put the pieces together but nothing was fitting.

“i know exactly where ellie is.”

“okay….” abby looked at you skepticism glazed over her face.

the people you love, friends and family, they start count down from sixty.

“can you tell me what’s going on?”

“ellie wants me to make a choice and i’m making it. so just, sit there, ring the new year by my side and let me, please?” you begged.

“she really said it’s me or her?” abby whispered out, trying to hide the small grin trying to break out. all you did was give a nod.

the counts come down to twenty when abby asks another a question. “your girlfriend of two years gives you an ultimatum, and you’re deciding to sit with me.” the blonde is having a hard time believing you, slowly putting the pieces together one by one.

“yeah, there’s isn’t anyone i’d rather be. it’s you abby, i-it always has been.” you move your head so you can look at her, the two of you are leaning in closer, it’s when you notice the love in her eyes. how deeply it flows and god you hope it flows all over you. maybe it’s been there all along, just waiting for you to be there, waiting for you to feel the first drop.

12:00

everyone’s cheering as abby’s lips meet yours and dear god are they perfect. luscious, bottom lip separates your own as her calloused hands cradle your face as she angles the kiss deeper. abby pulls you closer as she handles you with all love in the world. you forget where you are and you’re moaning into the kiss, allowing abby to slide her velvet tongue in your mouth, claiming you for the first time.

the moment she’s imagined is more perfect than she deserves but she takes it anyways. abby can’t believe it as she pulls away, forehead resting against her, looking at you like you just the placed the world in her hands. and in a way, you kind of did.

“if there was ever any doubt, it’s always been you, too. but, i’m pretty sure you already knew it. i’m not one for subtly.” abby kisses you once more, and now you know this is how it was always meant to feel.

[junnieverse]

— DRUNK BOYFRIEND ENHYPEN ! 💭

➙ drunk boyfriend enhypen thoughts

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader

genre: crack, fluff

request: " i just want to say that the enhypen drunk series (?) is so cute. can i request that you do one of where the members don’t recognize their partner bc they’re drunk and tells them to back off LAMSOSKD i’ve seem sm tiktoks on this "

warnings: for obvious reasons ni-ki was not included, mentions of alcohol/drinking, lowercase intended, not proofread

a/n: had a brainrot moment so I hope nothing sounds too repetitive or 'boring' but I also hope it makes you all laugh, thanks anon!

🖇️ — 양정원 ; JUNGWON !

"Jungwon calm down baby, it's just me!" you try to reason with him as he hid behind jay

"Stop saying we're dating! I don't know who you are, Jay tell them to get away!" he defends himself as jay awkwardly laughs being trapped in the middle

what was once a night out with the guys soon turned into jungwon trying to kick you out of your own house because he claimed you were a crazy fan that broke in claiming to be his partner

your boyfriend didn't enjoy drinking to begin with but his members convinced him to have a few celebratory drinks and he had one too many he could handle

"I know taekwondo! I-I won't fight you but I will if necessary. What did you do to my partner?" he said glaring at you lifting up his tiny fists as his cheeks and ears became more rosy tinted

jungwon was usually pretty calm, but seeing as he could barely recognise you and he thought you were kidnapped or hurt he got quite riled up and defensive

looking over to jay you shake your head in disappointment knowing you would have to deal with your boyfriend who didn't even want to be near you

"Look what you guys did, you broke him."

🖇️ — 이희승 ; HEESEUNG !

"This is insane... I didn't know (y/n) had an identical twin, the resemblance is uncanny." heeseung says poking your cheek

asian flushed and completely wasted, dealing with a dazed heeseung who didn't recognise you was not part of your plans at 2 am on a sunday

"That's because I am (y/n), I don't have a twin baby." you correct him swatting his hand away from your face

suddenly becomes more giggly and nothing he says makes sense anymore

"I have the best partner actually. I haven't seen them today though, but it was great meeting you, the family genes must be super strong. Woah, you even have the same mole on your nose like they do, that's crazy!" your boyfriend says clapping as he covered his mouth in shock

"Lee Heeseung, we've been together for 3 years and you know I only have an older brother. I don't have a twin." you remark once again trying not to shake him so he gets back to his senses

no matter how many times you try to tell him you're dating him, he still believes you're just his partner's identical twin

wakes up the next morning asking where you were the entire night and how he met your 'twin' he hadn't known about

🖇️ — 박종성 ; JAY !

jay knew how to handle his liquor quite well but it seemed he had something stronger he couldn't handle

when he was drunk he was either extremely loud or just quiet and stoic, no in between

unfortunately tonight he was on the more reserved and quiet side of his drunkenness

what you weren't expecting was for your boyfriend to be drunk to the extent of not recognising you

"Here's some water to help you sober up honey." you say giving him a bottle of water to which he shook his head pushing it away

"If this is your way of flirting, I'm not interested. You can leave." he says coldly not even glancing at you

to say you were shocked was a complete understatement, you were flabbergasted, appalled

"Jay what, you're literally dating me." you say not believing how incredibly drunk he was

"I think I know what my partner looks like thank you very much, and how do you even know my name-" he asks glaring at you as a small hiccup escapes from his lips

at some point, you couldn't even get through to your stubborn boyfriend and his friends had to help him sober up before he finally started to recognise who you were

🖇️ — 심재윤 ; JAKE !

jake drinking was one thing, he could handle himself

jake drinking with friends and really letting loose was another thing

everything would be going well up until the blackout stage

finding your boyfriend passed out at the table you had reserved you shake him awake and he looks at you confused

"Let's go home baby, you're extremely drunk now." you tell him running a hand gently through his hair

"I'm sorry but who are you?" jake asks trying to keep his eyes open as his speech came out slurred and soft

"I'm your partner Jake." you laugh at the confusion

his eyes suddenly widen as he steps away from you seemingly to have his sleep kicked out of his body

"No way! I have a girlfriend already, her name is Layla!" he says with a slight stutter which usually happened when he blatantly lied

"Jake, sweetie... Layla is your dog."

🖇️ — 박성훈 ; SUNGHOON !

this was your first time witnessing sunghoon being this drunk

I'm taking wasted to the point that your own boyfriend couldn't even recognise you and it was breaking your heart

"Sunghoon, it's me love, stop trying to run away." you say chasing after him across the playground as he hid in one of the tubes

"Leave me alone! I don't know you! My mom said not to talk to strangers." he said glaring at you as you laughed softly at his childish manners

heeseung mentioned he was drunk but never did you expect him to have been on this level

"I'm your partner Hoonie, did you really forget me." you pout trying to crawl over to him in the tube

"Well whoever you are, you're nice and all but my partner probably thinks I'm missing so I need to go find them." he pats your head leaving through the slide as you sigh to go after him once again

he did eventually come back to his senses but he didn't remember half of what happened

"Where have you been?? This one weirdo kept following me around claiming it was you." he whispers the last part looking around afraid he was still being followed by the 'stranger'

how this tall man managed to squeeze into those tiny play area tubes remains a mystery

🖇️ — 김선우 ; SUNOO !

"You remind me alot of my partner. Not only do you look alot like them but you're sweet and funny too." sunoo tells you as he hiccuped

"That's because I am your partner angel." you say to him with a soft smile

here you were with an arm around a drunk sunoo taking him home after a night out with friends at a bar

although it seemed your boyfriend had a little too much because he couldn't recognise you

he simply thought you were a kind stranger who was helping him that oddly knew his name, knew where he lived and looked extremely alike to his lover

nothing out if the ordinary, plus he was too drunk to analyse and question how weird everything seemed

"No you aren't, my partner always has our matching ring on." he says with a pout showing you the ring on his pinky finger

lifting your hand you show him the ring and his eyes immediately widen

"You stole it from them!" he accuses you as he gasped in shock

[crystalflygeo]

Sinful voice. ft "Morax" + fem!reader (modern AU)

cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, uuhh fantasizing? petnames (sweetheart, sweetie, babygirl, darling).

notes: I literally had this sudden brainrot idea today at work (rip) and as soon as I came home I typed all this in a rush and bOI. That man's voice is just...... no words. Drives me insane, wild, crazy, feral.

To say you were nervous was an understatement.

You were starting a new chapter of your life, fresh into college, moving to a whole other city to dedicate to your studies and enter the “adult world”

You’d arrived a few weeks early to move in and start settling on your little space, it was barely a small room in a house you’d share with other new students. You’d even share a kitchen but hey, at least each one had a tiny individual bathroom for yourselves.

Tomorrow was the big day. Your first day. And although you’d heard many people say they would just take it easy or even skip the first few days (because ��they were not that important” as schedules and teachers were still being organized) you’d heard just as many stories about how college was difficult and important and you gotta make good first impressions and familiarize and meet new people and blablabla…

It was pretty nerve-wracking.

So here you are, way past midnight, rolling over in bed unable to calm down.

You sigh and start messing around with your phone, bored. Maybe you can just skip tomorrow?

Or maybe…

You bite your lip. There’s a little something you can do to… relax.

Before you can even think, your fingers are already typing the familiar webpage name on the phone, already smiling mischievously.

In your search for a little “spice” for your solo pleasure sessions you often went for audios and ASMR content. The sounds and voices were much hotter than excessively raunchy lame crude run-of-the-mill videos in your honest opinion. All you had to do was get comfy, close your eyes, and immerse on the fantasy. It was bliss.

And so, a few months ago you had found him.

Morax.

Oh, that man had a voice to die for, deep and rich like syrup, making you shiver and whine every time. His content was absolutely top-notch and you’d been instantly drawn like a moth to a flame ever since you’d managed to drag out one of your best orgasms ever after listening and playing along for a few minutes.

And when you dug around and found his subscription page? Oh boy, you were a goner.

You can only imagine what your parents would say if they knew you spend money on something like this but hey, financial independence means you can spend your money (from part time-jobs and whatnot) on whatever you want.

And damn you want this sexy voice murmuring dirty praise on your ear.

You scramble out of bed, grabbing your earphones and getting rid of some of your clothes before settling down again comfortably, pillow propped against the headboard, almost giggling excitedly as you scroll around the page’s contents.

Morax was obviously an experienced dom. His content covered a myriad of different kinks and scenarios, many of which you had even only started to explore because of him. And though his voice was always calm and refined, with this sweetness and dominant tilt to it, his growls and groans could be just as wild. Morax sounded downright sinful when angry, scolding or degrading the listener. And his moans and soft chuckles? Oh, you could just faint with those.

Or come, probably. Yeah.

“Daddy fucks you in his lap” “Overstimulating my pet’s little clit” “Grind your sweet pussy on Master’s leg” “Waking you up with my big cock” “Making you my good girl” “Cum until you cry and beg”

You blush as you look at the titles, skimming around tags and descriptions looking for whatever strikes your mood tonight. Heck, anything would be fine if it was him though, you swore you weren’t even into the whole daddy kink before you heard Morax but now…

Oh.

Well lucky you, he’d just uploaded something new a few hours ago, you were one of the first views… ever the fangirl, huh? You click on it as you subconsciously lick your lips. Gods, your body feels hot and needy already, knowing what’s to come.

“Daddy spoils your little pussy” reads the caption, and you place your phone by your side, lying down, propping your legs and closing your eyes.

Oh, oh my god. Your breath catches as the audio starts off right away with some lewd wet noises. Usually, Morax would sweet talk for a bit first to set the scene and mood, but you sure weren’t complaining!

Your heartbeat speeds up as your hands start rubbing at your legs and over your panties, just trying to get your body up to speed.

“Hmmm… oh, there you are sweetheart.” Gods. Morax’s voice. You already wanted to moan at the deep baritone vibrating in your ears. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”

How ironic that you couldn’t sleep yourself.

His voice drags, sounds a little tired and hoarse, it just adds to it and you picture him kissing and dragging his tongue along your skin “You like that don’t you baby? Feeling my lips… tracing your hipbone like this. I can feel the goosebumps blooming along your skin.”

Oh goosebumps alright, you shiver as you rub at your skin a little impatient, how you wish you really had his lips worshipping you right now.

“You don’t even have to do anything, you can even just go back to sleep, if you’d like.” He chuckles. “But daddy just needed you, he needed his… hmm… sweet babygirl.”

“Hng Morax yes… need you too, daddy.” You whisper softly, already shifting on the sheets.

He continues to kiss and whisper sweet nothings about how he wants to make you feel good, kiss you and pamper you and make you relax, and you melt. His soft breathing and wet sucking and kissing noises turning you on instantly.

“Alright sweetie let’s take these panties off.” There’s a slight rustle of fabric in the audio as you quickly strip off your own underwear along. “That’s a good girl. Hmm… look at your sweet little pussy, already wet and swollen for me.” He groans and you whimper and buck your hips.

“Oh god please…” You’re so keyed up already. Morax simply has that effect on you, and you wish he would hurry so you can start touching where you most need it.

“Hmm… just relax sweetheart. Lie down and let daddy take care of you… of your cute little pussy.” More erotic noises follow as you picture him slowly going down and down until he kisses and licks at your folds. “Oh, that tickles sweetie?” Another sinful chuckle.

His voice, his voice was just so good. You’d wondered many times what kind of man would have such a deep hypnotizing voice. Surely he was older, but maybe not quite a silver fox. Dark hair, maybe? A large frame, broad shoulders, lean muscles but still elegant, a proper gentleman to go with his personality.

You knew he had golden eyes, that was a fact. Well, at least what he’d mentioned in a couple of scenes, it could very well be a lie but you wanted to believe in that mysterious domineering golden glow, staring up at you like molten heat from above you or between your legs.

Morax’s voice keeps feeding your fantasy, commenting how wet you are, how your body twitches, how he drags, slow and languid around your hole and oh, it’s like your body responds exactly the way he wants, guided by him.

“Darling, let me just… hmm… suck on your cute little clit like this.”

“Ah!”

A shock of pleasure runs trough your veins as you start rubbing on the little nub. His voice muffled, moaning as he sucks and licks and sighs deeply, clearly enjoying this.

“So sweet, so good for me. Oh, it makes daddy just ache for you sweetheart.”  

You want Morax’s cock in you yesterday.

His voice turns breathy and strained, the noises and tension intensifying as you rub faster, legs shaking, your breath coming out in gasps to match his, back arching off the bed. It’s all so good, his praise, his dirty words, his gasps, his moans.

“Come on sweetie, I know you want my big cock but first… hng… first daddy wants you to cum hah… do that for me princess? Come for daddy, come on.”

“F-fuck… fuck… hnnng” You mewl. “M-Morax…”

“I got you darling I’m right here, you can cum baby I want to taste you.”

“Ah A-Ah!” Your mouth parts into a silent scream and your whole body tenses and shudders, pleasure buzzing in your veins and under your flushed sweaty skin. Your juices spill against your hand but you imagine them wetting his chin as his voice groans and moans in your ears. You picture those half-lidded sultry golden eyes glowering at you.

“That’s a very good girl…” He chuckles, and your hazy mind can picture him nuzzling at your inner thighs. “Now, now get ready babygirl, give me your legs like this.” A noise of sheets shifting registers in your brain “Around my shoulder and let me just… hng… stroke my big cock ready for you.”

Oh you were floating, your head was spinning, you parted your legs, following his every command, fingers still rubbing at your oversensitive folds to simulate whatever he was doing. You moan at the slick jerking sound and vaguely lament not having something to fill you up as he would.

“Hmm… we’re just getting started, my dear.” He hisses.

The night was long and the audio not even halfway…

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Even though you ended up going to sleep way past any reasonable time you didn’t really feel tired. In fact, you slept wonderfully, warm and sated. And so, you headed up to class with a carefree skip and bright smile, excited to see what this new day and new year would bring you.

The classroom was rather big but looked pretty empty even though the professor was already there, you slid into one of the front seats and quickly checked the time. You weren’t late or anything, he was just… punctual and early, it seems. Which is more than can be said by the majority of the students… if they are even coming to the class.

Some general studies were mandatory classes, though you’d only had to take a couple courses before moving to subjects more in line with your chosen career. But for now, seems like you had to deal with… history.

The professor was, well… handsome, to be quite honest. And you found yourself quietly admiring him from afar. Prim and proper with long silky dark hair in a low ponytail, a perfectly neat and brown suit, and thin elegant glasses that only drew more attention to his striking gold eyes. Not a crease in sight, not a hair out of place.

He was rather meticulous it seems, with the way he organized his material, checking the time before starting the class on the dot.

“Greetings everyone, my name is Zhongli.” He smiles warmly. “I believe a welcome in is order as this is your first day of college, a new stage of your life.”

No way.

Absolutely no fucking way.

His voice…

“Seems like you’re stuck with me for your very first class.” He chuckles.

Low and deep and velvet.

Oh, you know that exact same sound.

Your eyes widen.

Oh shit.

Mr. Zhongli is Morax…

“Let’s hope this year shall be a good and prosperous one, hm?”

[powerfultenderness]

Okay like neighbor!König brainrot has me in a chokehold. And this just happened to me!

What if König's pipes burst in his apartment and he needs to shower for one reason or another. He knocks on his neighbors door, and now it's the neighbor's turn to be all in their own head making up fantasies and can't even look him in the eyes after.

I am so sorry this is so late. Sending Neighbor Reader the strength she needs after this.

Summary: König stops by to shower at your place and dreams ensue. Rated: Explicit (18+) Warnings: shower sex + a touch of angst Word Count: 3290

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Hm? König?” You raised your voice enough to hear through the door, though it was still muffled by the mouthful of food you had. 

“Yes.” 

You were already almost at the door by the time he answered. He was pretty much the only person to stop by your flat, as you learned that the two of you were the only residents on this floor. 

“Wha-”

You stopped mid question, snapping your mouth shut as you were met with…a sight. Quite the sight. König’s bare chest. All wet and glistening. He had a towel hastily thrown over his head and across his face and another that he held slung low over his waist. Other than that, and the sandals on his feet, he was nude. Your eyes lingered on his muscled chest, jumping from scar to scar, following the trail of hair that led down and dipped under the towel.

He called your name (again?) and you shot your eyes back up to his face, or rather what you could see of it. He said something. Something. Something about your shower?

“Mmm…” You swallowed the food that was still in your mouth. “I, uh. Have a shower.” 

He titled his head, eyes scrunched up a little, and repeated a shortened version of what he just said. “yes. That’s why I’m here. May I borrow your shower for tonight?”

“Oh! Yea!” You stepped aside to let him in and motioned behind you, “it’s through my room.” You don’t know why you said that. He’d been over to your place enough times to know where the bathroom was. 

“Thank you. I’ll be quick.” 

“No, uhm, no problem.” You turned, your eyes tracking him as he moved through your flat, from the broad shoulders tapering down to a waist that begged to be held, to the small of his back.

Once he disappeared into your room you sighed. “What the fuck?” 

Not that you minded the insane amount of eye candy you just devoured, but, what the fuck? You closed the door (probably should have done that as soon as he was inside) and made your way back to the kitchen. It was there that you caught sight of the notice you threw up on the fridge as a reminder. Management said that they would be working on plumbing one floor up, and that there might be some minor interruptions with the plumbing on your floor. Your flat hadn't been affected, but König's must have! Maybe because he had that big flat… Lucky you (that your flat was unaffected, not that König came over naked and wet!). 

König said he'd be quick, but you had been so lost in thought that you couldn't say if he was or wasn't. He just appeared out of your room, a little drier than when he showed up, towel thrown over his face and the other around his waist. "Thank you. I'll shower at the base tomorrow if they don't fix the pipes by then."

"Oh it's no problem. What's a shower between friends?" You chuckled nervously and forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. 

Your eyes slipped, just a little, drifting down to his bare shoulder. Back to his eyes. His eyes are a light blue and what skin that isn’t hidden by the towel around his head is stained with a light blush. Probably from the shower. 

“You can use my shower, uhm, until they fix the water.” You cleared your throat and looked back up, your eyes had drifted down his nude body again. “G’night.” 

He nodded and thanked you one more time before bidding you a good night and leaving.

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What a long day! You sighed under the perfectly warmed water, your muscles relaxing as you washed away the day. You had just finished with your hair and reached for the bottle of body wash when the shower curtain suddenly opened.

You screeched, jumping back and thankful that your back hit the shower wall and caught you before you fell. “König!” You gasped, catching just a glimpse of his face, obscured by the water running down your face, before snapping your eyes closed and crossing your arms over your chest. “What the fuck?!”

“Ah, sorry, darling. You said I could shower here again.” He stepped into the shower with you, you heard him slide the shower curtain closed, and could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he crowded you in the small space. 

“But! That wasn’t- I didn’t mean-” You attempted to stutter out a response, your eyes still screwed shut.

You bit back a squeak when you felt his hands on your shoulders. 

“Turn around. You have soap in your eyes.” He gently turned you around so that you were facing the water.

Technically, it was shampoo, but how could you correct him when you couldn’t even breathe? You stood stock still, the water washing away the last remnants of your hair product and keeping the front of you warm, while König hovering behind you kept your back warm. 

He touched you again, his large hands landing on your shoulders and his thumbs rubbing circles into the back of your neck. “Relax, darling.” 

You whimpered as he massaged your neck and shoulders, biting your lip to both as you attempted to concentrate on relaxing and to keep the inappropriate sounds from escaping you. Eventually he hit a spot that had you sighing and leaning back against him, your head leaning back and away from the spray of the water, which was now cascading down your chest. 

König practically purred behind you. “You like that, my love?” 

Your eyes were closed, finally having given in to his wonderful hands, and sighed. “It’s nice.” 

He hummed, one of his hands sliding down your arm until it was no longer touching you. You barely noticed though, too warm and fuzzy, to think much of it. You didn’t even notice him bringing his hands together in front of you, squeezing a generous amount of your body wash into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, lathering the soap up first, then gently placed his hands on your stomach. You gasped, shocked out of your reverie, and looked down as he gently washed you.

 “Relax, love.” He cooed again, hands slipping from your stomach to your hips, slowly rubbing up and down your thighs then back up to your waist. 

You watched the soap wash away from his hands, gently dragging across your body. His hands were so big and hot. Or was that you? Your blood rushing because he was touching you? His hands stopped, spread against your stomach, and his thumbs brushed against the underside of your breasts. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles into your skin, as if he were testing how much of your body you were willing to let him touch. 

“König,” you whispered as you placed your hands on top of either of his, guiding his hands to your breasts. 

With soap slipping between his fingers, he gently squeezed and fondled your breasts, a low pleasurable hum in his chest the whole time. 

Your hands slid from his to rest on his wrists, water trailing down from your hands onto his forearms. So strong. You were practically putty in his hands, legs shaking too much to hold your own weight, but that didn’t matter because he was holding you, one of his hands dropping from your breasts to your waist and holding you up. 

“Come,” he gently guided you out from the stream of water, “let me get your back.” He turned you so that you were facing the shower wall and started to rub the suds that hadn’t washed away up your thighs, to your hips. You giggled when his hands tickled the small of your back, causing you to pull away from him and accidentally press the front of your body to the shower wall.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, one moving to land on your left shoulder while his other hand continued up your back. 

You dropped your forehead onto the wall, steadying yourself with one hand planted next to your face, and sighed. It felt like his hands were all over your body. You shivered from his touch, which he mistook as a shiver from the cold air and crowded you even more. He pressed his body to yours, his skin slick and warm, his cock hard and hot pressed against your backside. 

You gasped as he slipped a hand between your thighs, softly groping at your inner thigh then moving his hand to do the same to your other leg. You could feel the heat of his hand near your vulva, so close to where you actually wanted him to touch, but, given the little chuckle you heard over the water, he was purposely teasing you.

“König,” you whined as you dropped one hand to your clit, if he wasn’t going to touch you, then you’d have to do it yourself. 

He caught your hand though and placed it on his thigh, your hand flexing and gripping at his thick muscles. “Naughty girl.” He chuckled again.

You cried and buried your face in your arm, face burning despite the fact that König’s body had been shielding you from the water for some time now.

Though he teased you, he didn’t leave you wanting. His middle finger, so large and warm, gently started to circle your clit. You bit back a sigh as your mind started to cloud from pleasure, his other hand now groping at your breasts, pinching your nipples just to elicit little whimpers from you. 

His fingers dragged down to tease at your entrance, gathering slick before sliding back to your clit with an added finger. He repeated the motion a few times, drawing more whines out of you and rocking his hand in the direction your hips were rolling. You moaned, your lewd voice echoing through the shower, as he slipped one finger into you, the palm of his hand flat against your clit, rubbing back and forth. 

So thick. You pant as you continued to rock your hips into his hand. He adds another finger, stretching you even more and drawing another filthy moan from you. Your world was reduced to that shower. To the warmth flooding through your body, every lingering touch sending waves of pleasure, his hot breath and moans hitting the side of your face. 

Even if you had wanted to stifle your obscene moans, you couldn’t. Your mouth hung open as he continued to work your pussy and rut against your ass. Impatient, you rocked your hips back and rubbed your ass against his cock, causing both of you to moan. The sheer size of it had your pussy clenching around his fingers. So close. 

You squeezed your thighs around his hand as he leaned down to growl into your ear. “You want it, my love?” 

You nodded with a pathetic little, "Uh-Huh." 

He moaned and pulled you closer to him, you didn’t think that was possible, your feet dangling off the wet tile. You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you, your pussy clenching and throbbing at the loss, as he maneuvered you so that your back was pressed to the wall. 

You leaned forward to rest your head against his chest, but he, surprisingly gently and patient, nudged your chin up. “I want to look at you when my cock fills you up.” 

He lined the head of his cock up to your entrance, already stretching you again, and gave a simple command. “Open your eyes.” 

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“König,” you whined as you opened your eyes.

You blinked…darkness. Your room. And you were alone. 

“Ugh,” you sighed as you realized you had your blanket tucked between your legs, and that there was dampness in your panties. 

You sighed again, annoyed that your mind had woken you before the best part of the dream. There were only two things to do now, either go back to sleep (and hope that your dreams picked up where they stopped), or achieve your denied orgasm through masturbation.

You ended up choosing a bit of both, your favorite toy taking the spot of your bunched up blankets while you drifted off to dreams of König.

Your less than appropriate thoughts of your neighbor kept you up last night, resulting in you snoozing your alarm three times! You quickly rushed through your morning routine, and made sure not to forget the coffee, and headed out the door. You’d be able to make it just on time if-

“Good morning!” 

You jumped with a startled squeak, spilling coffee on you in the process. “Shit!” You yelled, more to yourself, as you peeled your shirt from your skin to save yourself from the hot liquid. 

When you turned around to see König at the top of the stairs, you were only a few steps down, his eyes were wide as quickly crossed the threshold to reach you. “Ah! I’m sorry, darling! I didn’t mean to startle you! Are you alright?” 

Just hearing his voice after last night had your heart racing and face heating up. But to have him see you like this? 

“I’m fine!” You half shouted, embarrassed to be caught with coffee spilling down your front, and raced back up to your flat. “Watch out for the coffee!” You warned him as you unlocked your door and slammed it shut behind you. 

You quickly changed and rushed back out, reminding yourself of the spilled coffee on the stairs so you didn’t slip. When you reached the stairs, gripping onto the handrail rather tightly, you took half a second of a confused pause. Dry?

“Darling, I’m sor-”

You jumped again, “stop doing that!” 

You didn't think much of it until later, of the way his eyes were so big or of the way he froze, like a predator turned prey. "I'm going to be late!" You gestured wildly behind you, meant to be a wave, as you raced to your car. 

König watched, breath caught in an all too tight chest and heart pounding nervously, as you ran away from him. It sent him all the way back to his youth, when he dared to approach the girl he had been crushing on and she ran away in fear. 

You were long gone by the time he came back to his senses. He scared you, which made you angry with him. Would you pull away from him now? He couldn’t have that.

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His first drill instructor was ruthless, intimidating, terrifying even. König was just a teenager still, before he filled out, all lanky limbs. Back then he dreaded training. That was the last time he felt true fear. He'd faced death a number of times now. He wasn't scared of dying. He wasn't scared of getting hurt. Hell, he wasn't scared of the people that could hurt him. 

But this? This dread. It was the closest thing he felt to fear since he was that awkward kid who joined the military all those years ago. 

König sighed and checked his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time. Instead of the usual, safe, sniper hood, he wore a plain black neck gaiter pulled up to the bridge of his nose. With no hat or sunglasses to cover the rest of his face, he felt so exposed. His clothes didn’t help either. No tactical vest protecting him, no cargo pants with their pockets filled with weapons or tools. Not even comfortable athletic wear. No, he was wearing most of his wardrobe that consisted of his “nice” civilian clothing. A blue button down, of which he rolled up the sleeves because it felt like too much fabric around his forearms otherwise, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks. 

There was a tiny gap between the edge of the neck gaiter and the second button, undone, that he kept fussing with. He buttoned and unbuttoned over and over, unbuttoned felt more comfortable, but he worried that it looked unkempt. He groaned and decided buttoned (no, unbuttoned!), and forced himself out of the bathroom. At this point he was just stalling and needed to get over it.

-

Fucking sad puppy dog eyes were haunting you all day. It was probably the way his hood exaggerated his pretty eyes that made it worse than it really was. There was no way König, who joined the military at seventeen, who was a colonel, now private military, was at all scared of you yelling about being late. 

Still…you sighed and typed out another text. “Hey, König, sorry about this morning. I was in a rush. How about I make dinner for you to make up for it?” 

You felt weird about apologizing by text, so you deleted that text too. 

New text. “Want to have dinner at my place?”

No. Maybe just, “dinner?” 

As your finger was hovering over the send button a knock at the door, less forceful than König’s usual knocks, drew your attention from the phone. “Huh?” 

You deleted the text, again, deciding to finish it when you weren’t distracted. 

A beautiful pop of pink and white caught your attention first. Flowers. A bouquet of soft pink roses interspersed among white daisies. You blinked, eyes quickly moving up and your breath catching in your throat. It was König, of course it was, who else dropped by for random night visits? But it was König like you’d never seen him before (and you’d seen him practically naked!). 

Heat flooded your face as you looked up at him, the bottom half of his face was still covered, but this different glimpse of him, of more of him, had you more than curious to see the rest of him. 

“I’m sorry.” He held the flowers out a little more and bowed his head.

“Uhm, what?” You squeaked, though reached for the flowers in any case. “Wh-why are you sorry?” 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you took the flowers and noticed the way his sleeves were rolled up. You’re really not sure why the sight of his muscular forearms sent a thrill through you, it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen his bare arms before! Oh! But, images of your dreams last night flashed through your mind and you had to force yourself to look up, face burning even more.

His eyes darted around you before settling on the flowers, “because you are mad at me.” He sounded so dejected that it just made you want to hug him.

“Oh!” You gasped, “König! No, I’m not. You mean, this morning, right?” 

His eyes flicked up to meet yours as he finally looked at you and nodded.

“Oh, no, König. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just going to be late for work. You didn’t do anything wrong!” 

You almost said it had nothing to do with him, but well, that wouldn’t be entirely true. Not that your horny dreams were his problem. 

“Oh.” König blinked, eyes darting around again and awkwardly shifted on his feet.

“But!” You looked down at the flowers and gently inhaled their sweet scent. “The flowers are really pretty. Can I keep them?” 

“Oh, yes! Of course, they are for you!” 

“Thank you, König.” You smiled and stepped back, only now realizing that you were essentially keeping him in the hall. “By the way,” your eyes slowly dragged down his form for a moment before you looked back up, “you look very handsome.” 

You caught a peek of the blush that colored his face, his whole face apparently, as his eyes once again started to dart around nervously. “Thank you.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” 

“Yes.” 

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[katkat030]

Hermitcraft/Life Series Fic Recs!!!

I am absolutely insane about so many of these and I genuinely can't recommend them enough. Like the post that inspired this, I'll probably tag authors if I know their Tumblr urls, but please let me know if you want me to remove any and I will!

Fair warning that most of these have shipping!

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But oh, the bloom by @sillyfairygarden (read here) ongoing.

Ough. Whimsy, Pearlescentmoon, the best version of desertduo I've ever read, and indecipherable sounds of me screaming. If there's one fic I ever want people to read, it's this one. There's a reason I'm putting this first, as much as I hate to pick favourites! Warning: you may will fall in love with the story. Possibly my favourite author - cannot recommend their works enough <3 (The Champion's Banquet also made me go not just a little insane)

It's an absolute necessity to highlight the tags on this one: blows a kiss to the sky. for all my pearliemoon lovers searching for wonder and whimsy in the world around you // Now with more angst! // a man leaves the life he loved to explore the beauty of the world

More fic recs under the cut!

you came at the brink of the end of the world by Anonymous/ @louiessleeplessnights (read here) ongoing.

I don't know how to even begin describing this. I think it made me fall in love with Boatem all over again. It's hilarious, sad, beautiful, Scar calls Grian trouble, they're both idiots and in love, and it's everything I'd look for in a published novel and so much more. This fic permanently altered my brain chemistry and I cannot recommend it enough times. SO SO SO well written. Warning: it's rated explicit, but a few updates ago it was just mature - chapter 20 and the first half of chapter 21 are the ones you might want to skip if that's not your jam! It's just kissing but it gets... a bit heated lmao.

An excerpt from the description:

[grian is falling from the sky, scar has more magic in his blood than he realized, and everyone else is so much better at seeing than they are]

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Redstone and Skulk by @silverskye13 (read here) ongoing.

Once again lost on how to describe this. Could I leave it at "please please please please read it I love it so much", by any chance? The worldbuilding is so fleshed out, probably my favourite example of characterisation I've ever seen and the descriptions are everything.

Helsknight and Tanguish (the hels version of Tango) are the duo ever. There's no shipping in this, just intense platonic bonds and lifetime devotion featuring a cranky knight and a pathetic wet cat. I love them so much.

Excerpt from the description:

Tanguish is Tango's hels, and they get along a lot better than most hels and their hermits should. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't made to house both of them. Helsmets were made to return to their hermits eventually, making a complete person. Except what happens when the hels is the stronger of the two? What happens if they really don't want to be?

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there are many downsides to being a marine biologist by donnerstag/ @martynsimp69 (read here) complete.

Unashamed to say I binge read this in exactly two days; 26 chapters, an epilogue, accompanying mermay oneshot collection (read here) and nearly crying later, I'm here to say you should totally check it out too. Because fis 🐠 and mermaid Martyn Warning: some unethical experimentation, and I think there's mention of alcohol.

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Hot Tea by @tunastime (read here) complete.

The Ethubs fic ever (and the first one I ever read!) This is what introduced me to *gesturing vaguely* whatever the heck they have going on, and I haven't been the same since. Warning: brainrot.

I'm once again stealing something from the description since tumblr oh-so-helpfully destroyed half my draft:

“Let me over,” Bdubs says again, and as he sees Etho open his mouth in protest yet again, he lurches forward, stuttering out his words. He nearly knocks the tea out of his own hands. “Just—just for tonight. Just tonight.” Etho knows he has to divide the base between them. It's the only way to settle, now, knowing everything between them. How Bdubs shouldn't be there. Etho builds the fence. Etho divides them. And Etho divides himself in the process.

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Between Us, We Have An Ocean by inkachu (read here) complete.

Only recommending this because it made me cry, and it's so well written. No shipping, just a foster care au in which Gem and Etho are... siblings. That doesn't even begin to cover how much the story really gripped me. It's soft, it's sweet, it's sad, it's amazing. Warning: I haven't cried while reading a book in probably a decade, and this is the one exception. Not to worry, I promise it won't hurt too much (saying how it ends would be a spoiler, but I promise the ending won't haunt you forever).

It's so gooood.

An excerpt from the description:

“My mum couldn’t take care of me, so she gave me to Canada.” Gem announced cheerily, swapping her red pencil for a yellow one, drawing what could only be a sun in the top corner of her page. “Then Canada found me a new mum.” Etho clicked his tongue. “Right.” “What about your mum?” “She uh, Couldn’t take care of me either. So I go to other people’s houses and they take care of me for her.”

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From the Archives by @sixteenth-days (read here) complete.

there's also an extra bunch of character studies/AUs/very cool bonus stories called From the Archives: Marginalia (read here) complete (?)

riverbed and mouse hole/black hole from Marginalia are my personal favourites. Playing around with like the physical structure of a text that way is super inspirational. I have all of the main fics downloaded to reread offline whenever I'm travelling/away from home! There's no need to know anything about The Magnus Archives to understand - personally I'd never heard of it before reading this. Also no shipping in the main fic :)

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lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) by @definitelynotshouting (read here) (author's explanation of the premise here) ongoing.

Warning: I'll give the warning for this one straight up, there are heavy themes like suicide and depression - Grian is going through it! If you're going to read it at least heed the ao3 tags :)

I'm stealing an excerpt from the fic to explain this one:

This hunger is a low rumble deep at the core of him, steady in the same way one might test a newly healed bone. The kind of fragile after a respawn, when your skin has knit together but the echo of pain still lingers. It doesn't hold him hostage anymore– he can muster the strength to look past it, and that, out of everything that's happened to him over the past year, is what's most frightening.

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Time to Kill Today by RimeThyme/ @going-to-the-sun (read here)

Featuring THE Ethubs song ever, some cool references to Mindcrack, and a really ineresting take on their relationship over the years. <33 read it, you won't regret it!

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Laugh rule - list of titles that made me laugh, mainly oneshots

THE DIVORCE OF THE CENTURY by glossyblue/ @good-chimes (read here)

The Government Institute for Ghost Supervision (G.I.G.S.) by glossyblue (read here)

The Rules of Buttercup Camp by glossyblue (read here)

Dead Heat by glossyblue (read here)

Interlude from Another Reality: Married Life by sixteenthdays (read here)

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Okay 2 more fic recs and I'm done, I promise xD

You Could've Applied Online by Anonymous (read here)

Actually hilarious and such fun to read! Stealing something from the description again:

Bdubs stuttered over his words, hand holding the knife tensing around the handle as he looked around the room. Was he being pranked? Did Scar do this? He couldn’t think of another conversation that had confused him more than this. Etho’s eyes crinkled around the edges, mouth subtly changing into what Bdubs imagined was a smile as he felt irritation creep into his mind. “You’re joking right now.” Another shift under the mask. He was definitely smiling now. “How’d you guess?” Or: Bdubs kills someone (on purpose), makes people angry (NOT on purpose), and somehow gets a boyfriend in the process. Or was he a bodyguard? Bdubs doesn't really know himself. Oh, and Etho just wants to pay his rent on time. Preferably without another dead roommate.

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Spring Blossoms by Fire_Cat (read here)

Ethubs, Stardew Valley-esque. Super fun read, highly recommend :D

Stealing from the description once more:

Burnt out and exhausted with city life, Etho packs up and moves to the old abandoned farm his parents owned before he was born. It's sat empty for thirty years and it's not in a good state, but he's determined to make the most of it. The town is full of good people, and he quickly finds friendship in abundance. Amongst them all though, one stands out. Bdubs is kind and funny and exceptionally talented at a number of things. He's handsome too, and Etho can't help but crush on him, just a little bit. They get along fantastically right from day one, but Etho keeps his feelings to himself. It's just a crush, it'll go away. And besides, it's not like Bdubs would ever like him back... Right?'

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If you end up reading and enjoying any of these, PLEASE go and give the authors some love in the comments! Writing really isn't an easy feat (or quick)

[binisbun]

im sorry but im such a sub gyuvin truther its insane like OH MY DAYS put this man in a leash or ride him or SOMETHING please </3

okay i took ages to answer this ask but i’m in a big sub brainrot tonight but…

agreed!!! something in me just wants to take care of gyuvin so badly (maybe it’s that he’s younger than me… by a month… lol) but having him on a leash when you ride him, hands tied behind his back. you knew he loved touching you so much, wanting to make him cry and whine because he wasn’t able to. pulling on his leash so he looks you in the eyes, gently wiping his tears with your thumb as you continued to ride him. his cock would twitch inside you as you told him “don’t cry, lil puppy” 🥹🥹🥹 ah he’d be so obedient imo

[copious-zygomaticus]

You sly dog, you got me monologuing! Anyways, I think I’m gonna be writing more Obey Me oneshots cause I have NASTY FREAK BRAINROT. Also because I have ideas that have to exist because they’re too good and my brain is huge. Uhh, anyways- TAKE THAT!

I’m Your Turbo Lover

Characters: Solomon x MC x Asmodeus

Reader Insert Pronouns: He/They

Dynamic: Polyamorous Romantic.

Summary: After a long day of classes, the Devildom’s most fashionable triad gets ready for date night at a fancy restaurant. Your boyfriends are not mentally prepared for the rev of your motorcycle and your hardcore getup.

Warnings: Suggestive Language, Nothing!

The moon shone brightly on metal street lamps and store signs as the sound of a twinkling voice and a cool laugh filled the air. You see, Asmodeus and Solomon were walking together under a star dotted sky to Ristorante Six for date night with the triad. Asmodeus was all dressed up in a flowing pastel pink silk dress shirt with ruffled bell sleeves and cream-colored pants trapped by a decorative vested corset in matching colors. His face was truly a vision with pearlescent shimmering eyeshadow that darkened at the edges with a peach pink eyeshadow that framed his eyeliner detailed eyes. Asmo formed quite the divine image with Solomon, who had his white hair slightly tossed atop of body clad in loose black pants that were tied at the waist over a slightly unbuttoned deep velvety purple button down shirt which complimented his usual galaxy cape. Solomon’s dark eyes were swirling with a rainbow sheen, like an oil spill from the heavens. And yet you were no where to be seen, because you had told your boyfriends that you were arriving separately due to an “incoming surprise from the human realm”. They brushed it off as casual personal business, but their nonchalant demeanor could not prepare them for what they were about to see.

The arrival of this “surprise” had been a long time coming. You see, after your time in the exchange program, you inevitably moved to take permanent residence in the Devildom with your boyfriends. Since moving, it has been quite the struggle to drag all of your belongings to hell. Especially your pride and joy, your V2 Bayliss 1st Championship 20th Anniversary Ducati Panigale motorcycle.

Despite Barbatos’ portal opening skills, getting your precious speed bike through the portal proved to be an insanely difficult task along with a hesitance caused by a fear of the portal scratching it up. But after a few months, tonight was the night that your diesel prince was finally returned to your side in the Devildom. During the wait, you were able to get your motorcycle license approved to use in the Devildom, meaning that once those wheels hit the ground, you were ready to ride. And oh how eager you were to ride again.

As the clock struck just the right hour, you donned your matte black riding helmet, flicking the silver reflective visor down over your shinning eyes. Throwing a heavy black steel-toed leg over the seat of the panigale, you felt the leather of your pants hug your thighs with an exhilarating pressure. Excitement only ramped up as you started your metallic beast, kicking the start on and letting the sweet deep rumble reverberate against the external walls of the infamous House of Lamentation. Keys jingling against your belt chains, you fit your boot under the curve of the kickstart to shift into first gear before you cranked the radio’s volume to its limit and rode into the eternal night. There was something about this two-stroke engine that made you whole and gave you life as the wind whipped across your studded leather jacket that had “Hells Bells” with a decorative upside down cross embroidered across the back.

As street lights flew past you, you breathed in the cool night air and narrowed your eyes as you crept upon your target, the infamous Ristorante Six.

Solomon’s P.O.V

“Ugghhh where’s MC?? We’re gonna be late to our reservationssss,” Asmodeus dramatically groaned next to me while he fussed with the strands of my hair that fell on my face. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but I know that he’s just scared of being left behind and that makes him a little nervous about date nights. Being worshiped for his looks certainly did something to his brain over the years, but I would never verbalize something we all knew that didn’t need to be said. I slipped his face between my hands, “they’re on their way Asmo, just wait a spell. We are not going to be late, and even if we were, there is no doubt that your charms couldn’t get us all a table dear.” His warm peach eyes darted to swipe motionlessly across my lips before pouting jokingly and looking into the night sky.

We shared a comfortable silence as Asmodeus tapped away at his D.D.D screen on Devilgram, my arms wrapped across his chest and my chin perched atop his head. The demon grumbled about messing up his hair before relenting and going about his digital business. That silence was quickly interrupted as a new sound entered the night, a distinct vehicular rumbling. I thought nothing of it until it raced closer, becoming more loud and unavoidable. I gazed out towards the street and Asmo even flicked a gaze upwards before they caught on the culprit: a quickly approaching red motorcycle.

“My my, that looks expensive,” Asmodeus chirped as he imagined an endless possibility of photo shoot, and extracurricular, opportunities for a motorcycle. I chuckled lightly, “you almost sound like Mammon.”

That certainly earned me an earful as my comment caused Asmo to scoff pointedly and rang about how he was nothing like his greedy brother. As he talked, my eyes landed on the motorcyclist who had parked across the street. They appeared to be taking off leather riding gloves, strapping them to a carabiner on a heavy layered belt chain that adorned their pants. I couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but there was something so enticing about this mystery person. After not responding for a while, Asmodeus noticed my silence and followed my gaze to the leather-clad man across the street, letting out a small gasp before he turned and grabbed my shoulders with a face of excitement.

“Solomon~ you dirty dog, we’re waiting for our boyfriend and you’re looking at other men!” Asmodeus cooed jokingly with narrowed seductive eyes. I scoffed lightly at the comment, the polyamorous nature of Asmo, MC, and myself being a well known fact across the Devildom and multiple magazine spreads.

“I know I’m partial to a bad boy, but I didn’t expect as much from you darling~” Asmodeus turned back around to face the motorcyclist that had began walking towards the restaurant before his jaw visibly dropped to let out a loud gasp.

“What? What happen-” I looked back towards the mystery man to find him shaking out his hair from his helmet. He wasn’t a mystery man at all. It was-

“MCCCC~~!!” Asmodeus kept forward into MC’s arms despite one of them being occupied by his motorcycle helmet. I literally couldn’t believe it. Well, it’s not totally off the mark considering the band t-shirts and the heavy metal music MC adored, but I had never considered this possibility… how fascinating, how enticing.

“You never told us you were a biker,” I ask as I slink towards my boyfriends.

MC scratched the side of his head, “well I kind of wanted it to be a surprise! And besides, I felt weird saying I ride without any bike as proof you know?”

There was a streak of grease on MC’s face, right below his glittering eyes. I stepped in closer and licked my thumb, teasing him for showing up to such a fancy restaurant with a dirty face, which in turn made their face warm up with a soft pink hue.

“We have plenty proof you can ride sweet thing~” Asmodeus quips back quickly, only darkening our poor boyfriend’s blush that clashed yet complimented the shine of the black leather jacket that adorned his body.

“Down boy, we’re in public,” MC says as he scoffs, doing a very poor job at hiding his embarrassment behind his rough appearance and the hair he shook to cover his face.

I then stepped behind MC, putting my hands on his shoulder blades and rubbing his spine lightly. I paused for a second and chuckled lightly, “Does that say fucking ‘Hells Bells’ on your jacket?”

“Shut up Solomon, shady bitch,” MC grumbled and put his hands over face, trapping his hair between his hands and the saturated pink of his face.

Asmodeus giggled at his boyfriends before looking at the time on his phone, “it’s time for our reservations!!” I felt a warm slender hand intertwine with my fingers as I looked up at Asmo who had grabbed my hand, finding that he slipped his other hand into MC’s. As we were pulled into the sparkling restaurant light and delicate piano moment, I looked at MC and Asmodeus, and I knew in my soul that I had found my home after all these centuries. Both of my boyfriends are so full of surprises, what a beautiful thing.

Sorry if Solomon’s a bit ooc, I suck ass at writing for Solomon, but that’s okay cause I like his mischievous wiles. Anyways this was super self indulgent if you couldn’t tell because I’m a big motorcycle guy myself, I miss flat track racing. Tell me if yall want more biker MC or alternative MC fics because I WILL be writing more of them and if yall got something in mind I would love to hear any ideas 🙏

[puppy-phum]

Top 5 bl scenes (regardless of feelings about the overall bl, though obviously that can influence your opinion on a scene) :))

oh anon you really wish me to die? is that it? bc this is so unfair! but i tried my best. these are totally influenced by my feelings about the series as a whole, sorry about that.

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My Top 5 2023 BL Scenes

I. Mork's Gay PanicTM (Last Twilight)

i have NEVER seen a character show such intense gay panic as mork is showing in this scene. man was shaking, screaming on the inside, blushing, looking, looking away, and looking again. he was DYING and he needed to take a deep breath to get through it all while i was holding my own breath for him. literally 10/10 execution from jimmy and sea. pure perfection. such a good scene.

II. The Proposal (Our Skyy 2 x 1000 Stars)

i'm pretty sure no proposal will ever top this for me (unless last twilight does something absolutely insane but that's to be seen). it was just so perfect for phuphatian. it was them, looked like them, felt like them. it was about finding the last missing star like it always is. i cried a bucket. i still tear up when i think about it. p'aof you truly are magic ♥

III. Jaewon's return (The Eighth Sense)

this scene is filled with so much love and joy and acceptance it leaves me breathless. it's a very beautiful and healing scene. after everything, these two deserved this. i also love the playfulness and intimacy of the lighting and setting. there's just something about lying on a bed like this with your partner, in the dark, safe from the world and reality.

IV. Yai's drunken confession (I Feel You Linger in the Air)

i know this is a very cliché scene but there is something so delicious about yai confessing his feelings while drunk. they've played this game for a while, a game of hesitant looks and touches, and then something finally gives. you hold your breath while watching the scene unfold. yai is bearing his heart and you fear jom cannot see it, but he surprises you by getting it right away. they're so sweet it hurts. they should get more time.

V. Heart speaks (Moonlight Chicken)

these two were always so uncomplicated amongst the chaos of moonlight chicken. their love was young and sweet and innocent. and so was their joy; easy and full of childish excitement. i love this scene for how pure it is, how filled with happiness and love. it's peak romance, peak heartliming. and one of my favourite scenes bc it fills me with so much warmth.

Bonus: WaiKorn's groundbreaking comeback

technically not a bl scene but heck, you cannot convince me it isn't. this is The biggest comeback of the century, hands down. p'aof didn't come out to play when he decided to serve us this during our skyy 2. this healed me, watered my crops, cleared my skin, fed my whole family, and left me with a grand inheritance. i am forever grateful. the brainrot will never end.

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i have probably forgotten like a million very important scenes that should be here but these were the ones my brain provided me with tonight. thank you for sending this ask! i hope you enjoyed reading this ^^

[la--brujaja]

In honor of "Too Sweet" by Hozier being released today and my insane brainrot, here are all the passages in my fic that makes me feel like this song is about them. Sweetness to the point of sickness/rot is something I go back to a lot.

It was getting increasingly more difficult to stay normal around her, to not tease and engage her in this way. The kiss had opened a floodgate that he couldn’t close back up and that alone was bad enough. Sitting there on the floor with food she made after grocery shopping together, a commonplace task that would usually have him whining, made him feel sticky with sweetness. -

“Olivia, or whatever? I guess you did a great job, because she ran out of here crying. In her little dress? Oh, bless her heart, Shane. Guess not everyone is willing to deal with your nonsense. Not even a big one like her,” she said, smiling at him. A smile like the cyanide in the sweetest peach’s pit.

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What did Shane want to say? Did he want to tell her that grocery shopping with her was a revelation? That he was scared of ruining her beyond repair, worse than he had tonight? That no beer, no shot had tasted as sweet as her company?

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A love so wholesome, it had cracked her teeth with its sweetness.

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Olivia was just this small fantasy then, something he could think about occasionally and then leave behind for the day. The idea of that fantasy sitting next to him in this slip of a dress, marching her around the town square by his side, the idea that he felt this way, this agonizing and cloyingly sweet feeling that overtook him when she was around - it was something he still couldn’t quite comprehend.

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People who claimed you could have too many sweets had never kissed Shane before.

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Olivia’s stomach erupted with butterflies, so intensely she could have mistaken it for nausea. She wanted to drown herself in the honey of his voice. The little twang that escaped him when he was vulnerable - a new song she never heard every time. Being with him was like making your mouth raw with sour candy and the center was so fucking sweet.

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This girl was sweeter than pie, and every word was a blade hidden underneath the scorching, bubbling fruit.

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Before he could answer, she had gone through the door. For now there would be no more fruit, no more pomegranates, no more candy with overwhelming sweetness.

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Shane chuckled. “When I finally spotted her...it’s embarrassing to admit, but I remember. Liv was wearing pink that day. Short girl, short dress. Big ol’ head of hair, curls everywhere. Sweet little thing, like...like biting into a strawberry or something.” He laughed again, embarrassment coming through now. “Yoba, listen to me. Anyway, it made me so mad. I don’t like sweet, haven't in a long time. She couldn’t have been in town long. Marnie had told me someone was moving into the Moreno property in April, but I didn’t care. Why should I? But that ? That was the new farmer girl? Boy, she couldn’t possibly take care of a farm.”

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Okay, I may have more, but I will leave it at Olivia's monologue about loving Shane:

“Have you ever just...eaten too much candy?” Olivia asked, reaching up to the gold hoop in her nose and adjusting it. Anxiety was already filling her chest; talking about him felt like digging up a body. The words were spilling out of her not necessarily answering the question, but begging to be said anyway. “Like, way too much, like your parents would kick your ass if they found out. You know, you’re just sitting there, wrist dip into a bag of fucking chocolates. Maybe a bag of some bullshit hard candy, anything. You’ve never had this kind, it’s good, so good. Mouthwatering.” She paused now, a sad smile on her face.

“At first, no one’s stopping you right? You are a whole ass adult anyway. Then, eventually, the flavor is overwhelming. It’s too much, your goddamn tongue is a different color, you’re sticky. So, now,” Olivia sighed, “you’re standing behind yourself, screaming. Like, you’re an idiot. Stop eating the candy! But you’re not hearing that shit. You’re a whole ass adult . You’ve been around the block, you know when enough is enough. You and that bag are going all the way home, and you know what? At this point, you’re thinking, it’s got to be worth it. Candy’s good, it’s good.”

“Then, boom, you’re sick. It’s cloying, it’s too much. You try eating more, but it’s thick in your throat, you know? It used to make your mouth water and now you’re choking. Next thing you know, your teeth are just throbbing. They hurt, you need help. Fucking...fucking drills, and needles.” Olivia looked to the side now, avoiding her friend’s gaze. “I fucking hate needles.”

“You always knew this was going to happen. The minute you decided you were a whole ass adult. You’re in a chair now, staring up at some bright white light, getting the shit knocked out of your teeth.” She turned back to Carmen. “How the hell did I get here?”

“That...that’s what loving Shane was like. Is like.” Her voice caught in her throat a moment before she continued, “I saw him coming from a mile away. And fuck, I stood there and waited. And then I ate, and ate, and ate. It hurt so many times…so many warnings. But how could I stop something so good?” The hand holding the mug dropped a little, heavy.

“Shane’s good, Shane’s bad.” She shrugged. “He’s just Shane. It was up to me to know when it was time to quit. I waited too long. And now my teeth hurt.” She clicked her tongue. “I love him, Carmen. I thought that would be enough, and it wasn’t. It fucking wasn’t even a shred of what we needed to survive. How can that be?” She was crying, her words coming out in a rush. “Now, I’m fucked. If you hadn’t found me-”

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&special shout out to Shane drinking his whiskey neat and his coffee black <3

“Thank you?” he said, eyebrows raised. Shane opened the thermos and an aromatic steam rose up to his nose - coffee. Black. And still steaming. “Oh, fuck, thank you.”

“Something tells me you take it straight, just like your whiskey?”

art by @cozylittlebridget <3