#dude got me in a chokehold

[aesthoya]

march doodle, as a treat

[luckyshinyhunter]

I really do hope Logan and Morph get together in season 2, onesided or not! If not, I just do what any good person in denial do, reads fanfics to numb the pain!

[skyblueartt]

I feel like William the typa guy to call Henry a “handsome gentleman” and Henry the typa guy to call William a “good lookin’ fella”

[raixnyskxies]

Ok but can we talk about ATEEZ at coachella real quick- I've been with them since before + debut and they've done so much and I'm so proud of them;; also fUCKING MINGI AND SAN NOT WEARING SHIRTS?! TF WERE THE SUIT CASES FOR THE N H ELLO, ALSO JOONG?! S IR, THIS IS ONE OF MY ROMAN EMPIRES JESUS CHRIST @nixwolfe THIS IS UR DOING, U MADE MY BRAIN WORSE

[stabby-biscotti0152]

Them 💞

[afranticsonicperson]

OH SHIT IM LATE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAILS!!!!!

DEAREST LITTLE BLORBO, MY FAVORITE

(art isn’t mine btw!)

[lavenderselkie]

might be showing my roots here as a no notes music and pictures i took blogger from ye olde fandoms vs hipsters days of yore... but it's real fucking irritating when a friend you have to highly restrict your music choices around or she'll complain about every single song has the gall to act surprised and say "wow i had no idea you cared about [musician] 😂" hmm can't imagine why! not my fault all you listen to is commercial pop songs that sound like they're engineered not even for radio numbers but for 20 second tiktoks.

[artsyitzy]

Stay with me?

[todayisafridaynight]

jo the second he finds out masato's a little zesty

[agentwashingcat]

Sada’s Funeral

Like it says in the title, Sada’s Funeral. The fic is mostly Arven dealing with his emotions about the whole thing, with the help of his friends

Mentions of Arven’s self esteem issues and Sada’s shitty parenting.

Cross posted on ao3 under the same name!

Sada’s funeral was a somber affair. It was held at Naranja Academy, which meant most of the student body went to pay their respects. Which also meant Arven was able to hide amongst them instead of being called out.

He knew he should be sitting in front, but he couldn’t bring himself to go up there. He didn’t want the attention. He didn’t want the apologies, the sorry for your losses that sitting up there was sure to bring.

He didn’t even know if he wanted to be at the funeral itself, if he was being honest. But it felt like something he was supposed to do. So he hid in the back, with Florian, Nemona, and Penny. And listened to everyone talk about how great his mother was while standing next to her empty casket. All the research she had done, how dedicated she had been to her work. So dedicated that no one even noticed her only son wasn’t front and center. Did anyone even know about him, outside of Director Clavell? Part of Arven wanted to scream about it, but he kept it inside. This wasn’t the place for it. 

Despite the mixed emotions, a few tears escaped. She was still his mom, after all. Florian reached over, squeezing his hand, and Arven held onto it gratefully. 

When it was all over, he retreated to his dorm room, exhausted from keeping it together all day. It was only there that he allowed everything he was feeling to overwhelm him. All the anger, hurt, sadness, and loneliness washed over him, leaving him a sobbing mess on the floor. Mabostiff climbed into his lap, licking his face, and Arven held onto him tightly, sobbing into his fur.

A knock on the door startled him. Arven wiped at his eyes, although he was sure it would still be apparent he’d been crying. Not much he could do about that.

Opening the door, he was greeted with his friends standing outside. Florian held up a large platter of sandwiches. “Thought you might like something to eat.”

Arven smiled despite everything. “Only if you didn’t make them.”

Florian scrunched up his face in annoyance, while Penny and Nemona laughed at him. “Ha ha. No, these are Nemona specialties.”

Nemona nodded proudly. “You’ll love ‘em.”

Penny held up a 12 pack of soda. “I brought the beverages. Sorry, this was all I could find on short notice.”

Arven let them all in, and they stayed late into the night, far later than they were technically allowed to. But he was eternally grateful for them. 

Eventually, it was just him and Florian. They were curled up on Arven’s bed, watching some anime Penny had recommended. Florian was playing with his hair, leaving Arven feeling content and safe.

“Can I ask you something, Flor?” Arven asked quietly.

“Didn’t you just do that?”

Arven huffed. “Fine, I won’t ask you anything then.”

“Ask me your question, Arven,” Florian said, laughing.

Arven was quiet for a moment. “Do you think I’ll ever live up to my mom?” It was something that had been eating away at him for a while. How did one possibly compete with someone like his mother? Was there even a point?

“No.”

The answer came so quickly Arven just blinked. “What?”

“You shouldn’t try to live up to your mom,” Florian said matter of factly. “You should just try to be you.”

Arven rolled his eyes. “Now you sound like a mom.”

“Someone needs to take care of you idiots.” Florian gave him a smile. “But you’re amazing as you are. You don’t need to live up to anyone’s expectations of you.”

Shit, Arven was gonna cry again. He hid his face in Florian’s shoulder, and the other let him, continuing to gently stroke his hair.

“Do you want me to stay here tonight?” Florian asked a while later, after Arven had settled again.

“Pretty sure that’s not allowed, Flor.” Although he did very much want Florian to stay. After a rough day he just… wanted some human company, for a change.

“Pretty sure I’ve stayed here far past curfew regardless.”

Well, that was definitely true. Arven didn’t even want to know what time it was. “...You can stay. If you’d like.”

“Arven, what do you want me to do?”

“...I want you to stay.”

Florian smiled. “Then I’ll stay.”

Emotion welled up inside him, a lump forming in his throat. There’d been countless times throughout his childhood where he’d begged his mother to stay, for even just a few more minutes, and been brushed off with barely a thought. Once he could fend for himself (and really, far before he should have had to,) he was left to his own devices so she could continue her work.

As if sensing his emotions, Florian pulled Arven into a hug, holding him tightly. “I’ve got you, Arven. Promise.”

Arven clung to him, hands gripping the back of Florian’s shirt. He was exhausted from all the crying he’d done today, but a few more tears slipped out. Florian cradled his head, his other hand rubbing his back gently. 

“Thanks, Florian.”

Florian pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Of course, Arven.”

Eventually they fell asleep, curled up together on Arven’s bed. And if anyone saw Florian sneaking out the next morning, well, they were kind enough not to mention it.

[mythesque]

OH MY FUCKING GOD AABRIA

[etoile-gracieuse]

ok the f1 race where everyone got heatstroke might be what pulls me in. smthn abt ppl putting their all into stuff really just gets me so obsessed lol

[ireallythinkyourgroovy]

i love being in shambles over fictional characters, it’s so fun and cool and definitely not horrifically heart wrenchingly horrendous at all! (I am unwell)

[taviokapudding]

Oh no

No this is not good

I don’t need more vtuber men to stan over

He’s like the physical personification of my last brain cell reacting to shit and actively speaking my mind without a filter

I kinda fucks with this cotton candy gumball ass bitch - the way he busts out singing and the banter with chat to cope with the scary situation? Adorable

[shadowburner76]

sandor clegane is absolutely everything to me (choking him affectionately)

[krosiefics]

when did you get so buff? • lee minho

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: when your best friend, Minho, arrives at your apartment drenched from the rain. What would happen if you acted on the sudden arousal of seeing the outline of his built body?

WC: 1.3k

Tags: smut, pwp, afab!reader, bsf!minho, softdom!minho, ass spanking, pet names (baby, kitten), cursing, grinding, lwk dry humping, piv, unprotected sex (plz don’t), creampie, unprepped sex, mutual pinning(?), probably forgetting something :P

a/n: this was written in like 10 mins so it’s kinda rushed lol also not proofread…this man had me in a chokehold the entire mv making video

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“Woah- when the fuck did you get so buff Min?” You let out a laugh of disbelief. Your best friend was on his way to your apartment when it started raining, by the time he got to your home, his jacket was soaked through, clinging to every part of his torso.

Minho looked at you and shrugged as he took off his jacket, “I dunno, I did start going to the gym with Changbin and Chan.”

“You look hot.” You said with a smirk, taking his jacket from him, leaving the room to put it in the dryer. Minho stood there with a flush on his face.

“Did she just say…I look hot?!” Minho thought to himself, his mind going a million miles an hour as his heart hammered in his chest. This wasn’t good for him, sure the two of you flirt sometimes, but he knows it’s nothing more than playful, at least on your end.

Minho placed his hand on his chest, taking deep breaths to calm his raging heart. You stroll back into the room and notice him taking deep breaths. “Hey you good?” You near him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Minho flinches slightly at your touch before melting into it.

“Yeah…I’m fine.” He gave a weak grin. “Dude, your face is super red.” You say in a worried tone, your hands cupping his red cheeks. His eyes go wide at your action, you realize and pull away, your face now heating up.

“Sorry, I- I don’t know what came over me.” You shake your head in embarrassment, you feel like your heart is about to rip through your body. “Fuck.” Minho groaned, moving to sit down on your sofa. “Don’t be sorry…it’s okay, I didn’t mind it.”

Your eyes lock with his, walking over to him almost as if you were entranced by him and he was drawing you in. You stood in front of Minho, gazing down into his pretty brown eyes, your eyes fall to the small little mole on his nose. You smile to yourself as you unconsciously trail your finger along it, down to his lips.

In an instant you’re snapped out of your daze, retracting your hand from Minho’s face. You were about to apologize before being suddenly pulled into his lap. Minho held your hips as you straddled his hips. You face heating up with each passing second. Minho leaned into, hesitantly nudging your nose with his.

Your breath hitches as his eyes shift their gaze to your lips. Unconsciously, you jolt your tongue across your lower lip, causing them to glisten. “Fuck,” you breathe out shakily, “your lips are pretty.” Before you could even process your own words, the boy in front of you pulls you in by the nape of your neck, attaching his lips to yours.

You moan into the kiss as his hands trail down towards your ass before gently squeezing at it. “Min,” you whined, a knowing feeling surged through you that you dreaded, the two of you needed to talk about what’s happening. “Shh, let’s enjoy this, then talk.” He said between kisses.

Minho’s hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, slipping them under, touching your warm skin. “Soft.” He smiled against your lips before cupping your breasts under your shirt causing you to gasp out a moan. Your hands fly to Minho’s hair as he begins peppering kisses along your neck, his hands still groping at your chest.

You roll your hips into his, Minho lets out a pleasurable sigh at the friction. His hands trail down your curves to the swell of your ass before grasping it in his palms. You groaned at the touch, both of his hands and the rolls of your hips.

Minho places a kiss on your collarbone as he lightly smacks your clothed ass. You jolt at the sudden slap but it didn’t induce too much pain.

“Min,” you sigh, fingers pulling against his hair full of need. You can feel arousal pooling, you wouldn’t be surprised if it already stained your shorts by now.

Minho sneaks his hands under the waistband of your shorts and onto your warm skin, gently pushing down your shorts while massaging the flesh there. You allow him to slip it down, shifting your legs so that you can slide the material off.

Before Minho could guide you back into his lap, you stay in your awkward lifted position, slipping out of your underwear, which you can now see has a very evident wet patch on it.

“Fuck.” Minho breathes out, his hands feeling up your curves, “You’re hot you know that?” You feel your cheeks warm at his sudden praise, shifting your head to the size so that the boy underneath you doesn’t see your blush. But of course Minho notices, he smirks pridefully to himself, tongue poking out between his teeth.

Minho brings his hand up to slap your ass again but he stops dead in his tracks as he watches intently as you work your fingers at his jeans. Minho stares at you, the way your cheeks are red, the way your hands shake slightly with excitement, the way you’re rubbing your thighs together as you finally unbutton and unzip his fly.

Minho lifts his hips, after snapping out of his daze that you put him in, allowing you to pull his pants and boxers down in one swoop. His cock freely stood against his lower abdomen, red and veiny, precum leaking at the tip, not too big but definitely above average.

Minho’s desire for you grew even more as he watched you drool over his cock, the one that you had yet to actually touch. “Come sit your pretty pussy on me, yeah kitten?” Your eyes widen at the pet name, a wave of lust rushing through your body that has your cunt clenching around nothing.

Adjusting yourself back comfortably into his lap, you take hold of his cock aligning it with your hole. You probe your throbbing cunt with the tip, an erotic mewl leaving your lips. Sounds of your mains overlapping filled the room as you finally sunk down onto his cock, fully bottoming out.

The stretch burned, it burned so much that it brought tears to your eyes, but that wasn’t about to stop you from rolling your hips down onto Minho. “Wait baby, I didn’t stretch you- just wait okay.” Minho grunts as your forehand falls against his. His hands held you still as you clenched around his cock, adjusting to his size.

“You okay now kitten?” You hastily nod, your hips twitching with neediness. Minho chuckles before guiding you off his cock before moving you back down. You both let out a groan when you start speeding up the pace of your movement.

Minho’s hands now just gripping at your waist as you bounce on his cock. The tip of his cock hits you right in your g spot causing your thighs to tremble slightly. Your orgasm grows closer and closer with each bounce.

Minho bites his lip at the sight in front of him; your lip caught between your teeth as your face scrunches up in pleasure, tits bouncing through your shirt, and your cunt taking his cock so well.

The feeling of you clenching so tightly around him drove him towards his climax.

“Fuck babe, imma cum.” Minho grunted as he bucked his hips up to meet yours. You moaned loudly at how his cock filled you deeply. Your whines begin to rise as your orgasm hits you like a truck. With the combination of you creaming all over his cock and the intense clenching of your cunt, Minho’s cock twitches as he pours his load into you with a deep groan.

“Holy shit,” You breath out shakily, “we just did that.” Minho chuckles as he lifts you enough to slip his cock out, he could feel as his cum dripped out of your cunt and onto his pelvis.

“Fuck I love you…I have for a while.” Minho pants in disbelief as he gazes into your exhausted eyes. You nuzzle your head into his neck with a smile, “I’ve loved you too Min, for a while.”