#everybody needs an ego boost

[transmascfrankiero]

i think if i had to compare my writing to other writers of my ilk who AREN’T doing fan fiction i’m somewhere in the middle. pretty good, but not spectacular. C student material. but compared to other fic writers…dude. i am KILLING the game there is lightning coming outta my fingertips

[itsalwaysdark]

also my dads become a spam head 👍👍

[hysteria-things]

hello again !! i know you just posted my last request but i have another idea !

• SMUTTY PLSZ

• matt/chris x teacher!reader

So basically, chris/matt are in senior year or any year in college and he has a teacher(reader) who's quite young and closer to their age but is still older and knowing men, she's already very popular in their school y'know y'know?

ALSO if you're gonna make the other students be a big part of the story too or add more plot, pls don't make the girls of the school hate her. it just feels unrealistic since in our school, it's mostly the girls that simp for the hot female teacher lmao

This idea was based on their video "truth or eat" i think(i forget everything) where he was asked if he's ever had a crush on a teacher and he answered yes w no hesitation and also the song "Teacher's Pet" by Melanie Martinez but switched genders.

i just think the male being the teacher and the female being the student felt overused/overdone(?)

Only if you're comfortable w this idea tho !!

TEACHER'S PET (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x teacher!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt asks for extra help after class (even though he knows exactly what he’s doing)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, p in v, unprotected sex (nuh uh!), degradation, cheating (cheat on tests, not people), hair pulling, spanking, breeding, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,236

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: shoutout any of you in college i dropped out after a month i give you guys so much credit that shit’s hard😔

for @skadltmf :)

matt and his college friends sit at the round table in the food court. they’re at the home stretch of senior year with the spring semester starting tomorrow.

“i got that hot professor for one of my morning classes.” one of his friends brags. “she’s so fine.”

“who?” matt asks, and the two sitting with him stare at him like he should know this.

“professor l/n.” the other one starts. “literally everybody is obsessed with her. she’s only twenty-five; three years older than us.”

“there’s no way she doesn’t let students fuck her to get a good grade.” they both laugh, but matt stays quiet. his friends are in their conversation about you while matt thinks to himself.

he has you for a class too but at 6 PM.

you stand at the front of the class, teaching like a normal teacher should. half of the class never pays attention, anyway, but you still have to do your job.

they may not know, but you listen. you listen to what they say about you, and to be honest it boosts your ego.

one student in particular actually pays attention and takes notes, like what he’s doing right now. you couldn’t help but stare at him from time to time, and he’ll already be staring at you when you do.

you’re grading papers on your desk as your students work independently for the last fifteen minutes of class. you feel a presence, and you look up to see him there, fiddling with his worksheet.

you smile at him. “hello, matt. do you need help with something?”

“kind of. will i be able to stay after class?”

your phone lights up, and he glances at the lock screen. it’s a photo of you, your husband, and your son. “of course you can.”

he nods, going back to his seat.

the last fifteen minutes went by in a breeze, and all of the students left. except for one, of course.

you stand up and go over to the whiteboard, grabbing a marker just in case you need to explain something. “so, matt. what is it that you needed help with?”

“this question,” he says, stepping closer to you and pointing at the paper. you look at it confused because he already answered it. flawlessly.

“matt.” you chuckle. “you’ve got the problem right and showed your work perfectly. are you sure that’s the right one?”

his cheeks flush as he grabs your face, kissing you passionately. you pull away from his hold, weirdly sad that you did.

this is a first. you know the rumors that go around saying that you fuck students for an A+ but it’s not true. hell, you’ll lose your job.

he doesn’t say anything. he just stares at you, and you stare back. what you did next was a completely new person.

you go back in, his tongue inserting your mouth and swirling inside. this is so fucking wrong, but it feels so… right?

whining into the kiss, you move your hands down to his belt to unbuckle it. he chuckles, pulling away and pushing your head so you get on your knees.

he takes off his undergarments, revealing his—

your eyes widen. oh, god.

his red tip slides against your lips before you open, pushing himself into your wet mouth. “fuck.” he whispers.

grabbing onto your hair, he guides your head up and down his cock. he groans, leaning over and rutting his hips further into your mouth. your gagging fills the empty classroom, and spit starts to spill from your mouth.

it clicks in your head what you’re doing. you have a husband and child at home, for christ’s sake. you place your hands on his thighs and try to push your head back, but his grip is far too strong.

he slowly pulls out to watch his dick move past your lips, and slams back in. “take it, sweetheart. just like that.”

you keep gagging around him, your eyes becoming glassy as your mascara starts to smudge.

your lashes flutter each time he thrusts to the back of your throat before he stops. “s-shit.” he whimpers, but he doesn’t want to cum just yet. he closes his eyes to ignore the throbbing, pulling out of your sweet mouth. you cough, your lips swollen.

“bend over for me, yeah?” he smirks when you scramble to your feet. he grabs your waist, pushing your back so your stomach lays flat on your desk.

he lifts your skirt, moving your soaked underwear to the side. he wraps a finger around them and lets go, the elastic snapping against your core. you yelp at the sudden pain.

“such a slut.” he groans, inserting his tip into your folds but staying still. “letting one of your students shove his dick down your throat.”

he moves his tip out, but then puts it back in, thrusting it in and out teasingly. “bet you were thinking about this the whole lecture. i saw the way you were looking at me.”

you pathetically whine and nod. then, he grabs your hair so the upper half of your body is lifted from the wood. your hips dig into the edge of the desk as he starts entering you.

the stretch hurts, but it feels too good. your eyes flutter back, but a hand landing on your ass gets you out of your trance. he chuckles, taking the hand that’s not on your head and covering your mouth with it. “don’t be too loud, baby. don’t want the people outside that door knowing what a whore you are for me.”

he slides in deeper, a moan leaving your lips that’s muffled by his hand. he starts rutting his hips, going faster when you fit around him. “m-matt.” you gasp.

“so fucking tight around my cock.” he breathes out. your pleasurable cries and squelching of your pussy fill the room, along with his thighs slapping against your ass.

he removes his hand from your mouth, honestly forgetting that there are probably people around. all he’s focused on is pounding the daylights out of you. his teacher, mind you.

you grip the desk for support, moaning louder than any other time when his tip starts brushing against your cervix. “holy— shit.” you hoarsely scream, squeezing your eyes shut.

he lets go of your hair, your head immediately falling between your shoulders. “i’m gonna cum!” you warn, whimpering when he moves more mercilessly. both your thoughts and guts are getting scrambled at once.

“i wonder how disappointed your husband will be if he saw you like this.” he grunts and thrusts a few more times before continuing. “clenching around my dick, so badly wanting my cum inside you.”

you moan at his words. he feels so fucking good. you hate to admit it, but this is the best sex you’ve had in years.

“want me to fuck my baby inside you, you filthy whore?”

“y-yes, please,” you whine, repeating yourself over and over again.

you cum around him at the same time he stops deep, spreading your legs wider to finish inside. you moan one last time before becoming a rag doll, the bruises forming on your hips from them banging against the desk.

he moves your underwear back over your freshly bred pussy, kissing your shoulder and neck before whispering into your ear. “i’ll let you know when i need help again, professor l/n.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

Tear you apart

Niragi as your friend with benefits, headcannons. Fem reader. +18 below cut

General masterlist

⚠️ In dark, full of despair world of Borderland luxurious Beach seemed to be dreamlike utopia where everybody could just enjoy life and forget about constant bloody fight for survival, even if only for a second. However, this illusion of a paradise was hiding many ugly secrets. Power-hungry control freaks in charge, enemies hidden in plain sight, armed social outcasts terrorising its residents under excuse of keeping the order and crowd of people trying to drown their existential fear in sex, drugs and alcohol. Caged between constant anxiety and bitter, temporary relief after each game won you also lived through every day as if it was your last. Instead of numbing yourself with strange pills or vodka, you found more primal addiction to distract your mind and body from this reality.

You were concerned about how fast this dangerous and unpredictable man became your painkiller. Everything about him was like a big red flag, but this brutal realm made you used to chaos. Hell, maybe it was exactly the thing that made you seek him out. After all, you could die in the next game, why not take a risk and enjoy something you wouldn't have enough courage to try in the real world? So you listened to your body and indulged in this forbidden pleasure. In the end it's not that deep, it's not like you two are a thing, you just want to feel alive before you get old, or more likely eliminated from games. And he was so exciting. Bad boy, fun and unpredictable. Niragi made your heart beat faster.

⚠️ What made you so physically interested in him at first was his tongue. Pierced, long and extremely agile. The way Niragi used to stick it out at all times didn't help at all, the sight of its tip gently stroking his lower lip while he concentrated on something never failed to make you insanely wet. You cringed a bit when he tried to provoke you by doing some obscene moves with it in your face, tho.

Nowadays this hot, talented tongue of his drives you to insanity. Niragi has oral fixation and his idea of foreplay usually includes licking you from your head to your toes. He will only ever do things in bed that satisfy him, he isn't the type to do something just because you like it. So when he tastes you all over you better believe he does it for his own pleasure. Not to mention the ego boost he gets from your moans when he overstimulates you with it. He knows just how flexible and long is his tongue and loves to flex it. As much as he gets off on disgusted reactions he gets from ladies when he flirts with them (sometimes even behaving a bit vulgar to earn them) sometimes deep down he wants to be wanted, needed, begged for - and he achieves it when his head is between your legs. So ask for him, moan, even ride his face, it makes him so eager. This is the only bit of control this man will let you have in bed.

⚠️ Besides this one thing, he's strictly dominant. A lot of his trauma revolves around being humiliated and having his physical boundaries violated to extreme level, just how much it influenced him shows in the way he fucks. First of all he loves to bind your hands. Besides the fact, that it makes you very vulnerable in front of him, making him feel more confident and secure - it's also a way for him to make sure you won't touch him in a way he couldn't control. He is a very touch starved person who craves physical stimulation and company of others more than anything, but for years only physical touch from others he got was painful and violent. This screwed him up deeply. He tries to shield himself during sex, for example he will not fully undress himself while you are completely naked or he will behave in overconfident or pushy way, hoping you won't notice how much his hands shake. You know how people who starved for a long time get nauseous when they finally get some food? That's Niragi and affection. So he will ovestimulate you until you can't even think anymore; bind your hands above your head to not feel your palm press against his chest - where his heart is; and intimidate you to make you submissive. He wants to feel your warm flesh accept him so much he will manhandle you and squeeze you, to make sure you are real, to make sure you are there. To make sure he can touch you and you won't run from him. He always fucks hard and fast, like he's trying to prove a point. You never now if it's to you or to himself.

⚠️ Niragi is impulsive and always seeks stronger stimuli, he has a strong tendency to overdo things. His mood changes very fast. You will definitely notice how it shows in bed as well. He has extremely bad day and wants to feel less shitty? He will fuck you in front of other people so everybody can see just how much of a man he is. He feels like somebody questioned his authority at the meeting with other high status citizens of the Beach? He might choke you just to feel empowered, to feel like your life lays in his hands and see your begging gaze get cloudy. He will do many things to make sure you feel who has control here, like making you suck on his gun (safety on, dw), spitting on your pussy and slapping it harshly just to hear you scream his name or leaving hickeys wherever he wants regardless of your opinion on that. He is the one deciding when and where you two fuck, your sex life revolves around his activities with the Militants.

⚠️ He's a messy boy and sex with him is just as messy. He loves it wet. At the end you will be covered in cum and spit and his entire face will be soaked with your squirt. He comes wherever he wants. Bad impulse control and awful pull out game. Things tend to go in dubcon territory with him from time to time cause he treats you like his doll and handles rejections very badly. He openly considers himself a filthy creep and is not ashamed of this indentity, pretty much the opposite - he embraces it. He wouldn't hesitate to eat your ass or kiss you right after he filled your mouth with his cum. He's the type to find your after game of spades just to lick off your sweat. If it makes you uncomfortable he gets instant boner. He's hella hypersexual so expext a lot of sex.

⚠️ He will have trouble with respecting rules of fwb deal. He will leave hickeys and cum inside you like you are his. Niragi will get jealous as if you were in commited relationship and will blame you for advances of other people out of his own insecurity and fear that you will choose someone else over him. Don't even try eyeing other people. He will at first attempt to disguise his jealousy as being protective to not feel like a loser but won't keep it up for long. Unless you crush his rival's dreams in the cruelest way possible he is mad at you just in case you even considered other guy for a second. You might get tired of it pretty fast, Niragi constantly refuses to be open and vulnerable with you while expecting you to be as loyal as a girlfriend should be, even if you never promised each other anything but pleasure. However he simply doesn't care if he's being unfair. He is not a good guy after all.

⚠️ If at any point you decide to get out of this fwb thing with him, well. Good fucking luck. Niragi will definitely get pissed off, trying to argue with you and convince you that you have no say in this matter. If you manage to withstand this pressure and leave anyways - get ready for him to get passive aggressive. He will make your life harder and won't hesitate to use his position on the beach to do so, hoping that you will come to him for help. Any guy that tries to approach you will suffer consequences of Niragi's fury as well. Nobody can touch you if he can't. If loneliness and helplessness won't be enough to make you come back to him, expect him to invade your personal space and bother you. The only way for it to stop is escaping from the Beach.

[lsofial]

Hiiii >_<

Could you write some SFW relationship headcanons for Sukuna please?

SFW Relationship Headcanons - Sukuna

- The King of Curses is a little bit oblivious to physical affection, therefore, he will not be the one to initiate it, most of the time. He is not opposed to you being affectionate towards him and would relish in the warmth of your embrace, the gentle touch of your delicate hands or the softness of your thighs, as he rests his head, looking into your glistening eyes, casting the beauty of a clear night sky.

- Despite being what we would consider as pure evil, sometimes, on very rare occasions, Sukuna would be soft with you. He would never say that he loves you, instead, he would praise you for your loyalty, your devotion and your unwavering respect, admiration and commitment towards him. He would pat your head, look deeply into your eyes and rest his hand on your face, admiring your beauty, earning a slight blush from you.

- He knows something as ephemeral and frivolous as love was never a priority to him, however, after you crossed paths with him, he knew you would become his only weakness. He tries to convince himself that if something happened to you, he would not be dramatic over it, because bad things happen to everybody all the time and it is just a part of the natural cycle of life. However, he obviously feels otherwise and if something happened to you, he would not approach the problem impulsively. Sukuna would be very calculated, not only to get you out of the situation alive, but also to make sure he spread as most torment, pain and chaos as he could along the way and make everyone regret attempting to lay a finger on even a strand of your hair. He may seem indifferent, but he loves you and is very protective of you.

- He gets jealous very easily. This stems from his possessiveness. If he catches a random guy staring at you in a shamelessly inappropriate way he would probably tell them something like "you certainly must be holding your head too high, to stare at my meal so shamelessly" and decapitate him on the spot. You will not know about the incident.

- He may not be open about his feelings but he trusts you with his ambitions, goals and plans and expects you to be there, supporting him, always. He wants you to be supportive not coddling.

- Sukuna would prefer you to call him "Lord Sukuna" or "Master Sukuna".

- He does not hate public displays of affection, but would prefer them to be kept on a very surface level, so as to not arise much attention from others.  He would prefer people to think you are just his maid, rather than his lover. After all, he does not want anyone to know you are his weakness, since that would put both of you in a position of constant danger.

- He is very lazy and would not help you cook or carry out the household chores.

- Sukuna does not want to get married. To him, if he is with you means he chose you, therefore, he does not need any external social validation to make sure you know his choice is final.

- He is neutral to the idea of having children. To him, it is a natural consequence of intercourse. Due to his personal agenda, he would be absent in his children's lives, preferring you to stay with them somewhere safe, away from everything and everybody, leaving Uraume behind, ensuring you are protected by someone of his trust. However, whenever he got to spend some time with them, he would be very strict and demanding, training them, so as to make sure they became strong and were able to honor their father's name and carry his legacy onwards.

- He is very blunt and straightforward when talking.

- He enjoys your praises, as it boosts his ego and makes him feel loved, accepted and acknowledged by the only being he deems as the most important.

- He is the type to grab your chin, tilt your head up a little bit, look feverishly into your eyes and plant a small kiss on your forehead or give you a quick peck on the lips.

- Most mornings, you wake up to an empty bed, as Sukuna has already left, to go about his day. However, when he feels like it, he will stay by your side and you will open your eyes to him sitting on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard, as he skims through a book (or a relevant piece of information that may contribute to whatever his evil plans are), stroking your luscious hair.

- He sleeps way below the average amount of a regular human and sometimes indulges himself and stays a bit longer in bed just to capture your beauty and hear your soothing breathing.

- He does not like to talk about his past and will feel extremely uncomfortable and push down the subject even more if you ask him about it. When he feels like telling you anything related to that issue, he will spontaneously bring it up, though he will only reminisce very specific moments out of pure nostalgia.

- He is very short on patience, but seems to extend it a little more when it concerns to you. He is very quick to lash out at everyone and looks like he is seething with rage all the time, however, with you, he looks intrigued and annoyed at the same time. He is very curious about you and your ways and eventually tries to understand them and that makes him annoyed because you are, indeed, very puzzling. "Why are you giving me the side eye, Lord Sukuna? I am not jealous!", you reply, after seeing a random woman almost drooling at the sight of him. "Why have you been looking at me with that angry face, over the past 10 minutes, without saying a word, then?", he answers, rolling his eyes.

- Definitely the type to pretend that he does not care about and will not remember meaningless little details about you (your birthday, your favorite food, your favorite flower, etc.) and your relationship (when you started dating, when and where your first kiss was, how you first met, etc.), however he, indeed, knows, remembers and stores all of this information carefully, for future use.

- He is able to predict your needs just by looking at you, however, he becomes rather frustrated to know you do not have the same sharp intuition as him. Sometimes, it can be a very demanding task, predicting what he needs, since he is not verbally open about his non-sexual needs.

- He does not care about makeup, perfume or fancy clothing. He did not fall in love with you just because you are stunning. He fell for you because you are strong, ambitious, loyal, intelligent, mysterious, eccentric and the only one who has ever been able to reach his heart, making him overflow with feelings he has been pushing down for who knows how long.

<3 Thank you so much for requesting <3

I am BACK!

[itsmattchou]

you and i, dancing in the moonlight !

pairing: zb1 maknae line x fem!reader warnings: i think there are none, english isn't my first language!!! genre: fluff synopsis: relationship dynamics with the zb1 boys notes: i had matthew in it too but i hated it so it got deleted 😁 i literally have no idea what i wrote here. read this with your eyes closed and only open them to like and reblog okay? okay thank you🫶 ALSO I NEED TO UPDATE MY MASTERLIST BC I CHANGED MY USER😭 life is so hard😔

SHEN QUANRUI - she fell first, he fell harder falling for ricky wasn't hard. he's handsome, nice and sweet towards everyone including you, he worked hard and was just straight up lovely. you were in the same class, but you never really talked with each other- well, that was until you two got assigned to do an assignment together. falling for you was easy. after spending some time together and getting to know each other, ricky found himself head over heels in love with you. with each day his feelings grew and he could spend hours thinking and talking about you, to the dismay of gyuvin who had to listen to all of rickys rants about you. as gyuvin likes to call it, ricky is obsessed with you.

KIM GYUVIN - gf with cute laugh x bf who makes her laugh just to hear it gyuvin liked being funny. making friends laugh was always a great feeling and surprisingly a big ego boost too. that was until he met you. the first time he made a joke around you and you let out a laugh, something in him changed forever. gyuvin now loves being funny. by being funny he manages to make you laugh multiple times a day, even when you're feeling sick or upset. there's nothing he adores as much as the sound of your laughter- and he's ready to make a fool of himself at any given time just to hear it again and again and again. he loves seeing you happy more than anything, so please let him make you happy.

PARK GUNWOOK - obvious x painfully oblivious getting gunwook to understand you like him is an unexpectedly hard task. how could somebody so smart like him not get what you want from him? everyone else around you knew. everybody knew that you liked him: you couldn't stop staring at him during classes or lunch, your eyes lit up whenever he entered a room, you laughed at all of his (even unfunny) jokes, you were the first one to offer if he needed something and you'd always go ask him first if you needed help. you had to literally spell it out for him in order to understand it and only then he asked you in a shy and suprised tone, "wait, you like me too?"

HAN YUJIN - warm hands x cold hands the first time you held hands with yujin was still one of your favorite memories with him. a wave of sudden confidence washed over yujin and he did what he wanted to do for some time now; holding your hand. you looked at him with a suprised expression on your face and he looked at you equally suprised for some reason. "what…" you asked, unsure of what was going on on his mind. "why are your hands so cold???" yujin countered. he quickly took your other hand and wrapped his warm hand around it, telling you to please let him warm up your freezing fingers. after months of being together your hands are still always cold while his are always warm. and he still uses the same excuse of 'warming you up' whenever he just wants to hold your hand.

[dollcherray]

Hey Cherry! I feel like I have ask this before- but nvm! May I request for Adam x Seraphim reader? sincerely, your anon cutie

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⋆.˚ MAKE ME HIT THE HIGH NOTES ✧₊⁺

ᛝྀི ADAM X SERAPHIM READER

｡𖦹°‧ NOTES: CUTIE!!! i missed you <3 so sorry for the wait, i've been doing a lot of things lately, but im happy i've been able to make some time for you hun<3 there's mentions of sex but nothing much.

꩜.ᐟ Type: Romantic, Fluff, Headcanons

ᯓ★ Song: HUNNIDDOLLA

۶ৎ Fuck, you're stimulating him to have an even bigger ego, this man is unstoppable with you, anything that he does or say wrong, he'll excuse it with him saying he's the first man, he can do whatever he wants + he's dating one of the rulers of earth and heaven combo.

۶ৎ You mostly need to keep him on a leash (metaphorically you sickos) so he doesn't go wreaking havoc in heaven or wherever the fuck you guys are because if you let him, he'll absolutely destroy the entire place, insulting people, destroying things that de doesn't like or anything that he wants to do basically, and all under the impression that the "seraphim excuse" will work perfectly.

۶ৎ If you're a seraphim just as serious as Sera, you two have a very interesting dynamic, while he's out there being a dick with everybody that bumps with him, you're trying to keep the idiot at bay. (which doesn't really work since he still will be a rude idiot.)

۶ৎ This idiot would be all over you tho, don't get me wrong, Adam has this all tough and something like that facade but this man is head over heels for you, he just has his little way of showing it, he shows that more clearly on the bed, but when it's not on the bed he usually try to show affection by buying a lot of things for you, even though you don't really need it- but you appreciate his little gifts.

۶ৎ Adam just gets all fucking proud and shit whenever you praise him for some work he's done right, this man child really needs your approval so expect him to get all prideful when you approve something he does or praise him.

۶ৎ Whenever you guys are in a meeting or in the courtroom, he always sits with you, even if he's place is supposed to be in the lower seats not in the top with you but he doesn't stop whining how he needs to sit with since he's your boyfriend and blah blah blah.

۶ৎ Expect to rarely get your work done early, because the moment he's awake he's fucking barging in your office, touching everything and asks a million and one questions, it gets in your nerves but there's nothing you say or do that will stop him from annoying you.

۶ৎ He's always bragging about how he managed to pull a seraphim, and how fucking cool he is and that he rocks and blah blah blah, again, he got such a ego boost the moment you accepted his request to go out on a date with him.

۶ৎ I think he tried winning you over by being strangely tame and compliant to you, don't get me wrong, Adam isn't really a tame person nor compliant, he's very stubborn even with Sera, but with you? you must have made him lovesick because he was like an actual saint.

۶ৎ Only to go back to his usual self once you guys started dating, but it doesn't matter, you liked him and his personality, even if he sometimes gets in your nerves <3

۶ৎ Sometimes Sera asks you what you see in him and you just look at her and casually says:

✧₊⁺ “He makes me laugh.”

[admirationandromantics]

Friend's Best Friend

Happy new years everyone!! Can't wait to kick it off with some more writing!

Another request, finished it quick because this is literally my favourite blogger on Tumblr (yes, I'm glazing). Chris again people! We love him, and here, he's a bit more awkward and cute than in my other ones. Kinda a love at first sight thing, so hope you like it <3

Word count: 1,7k (unedited)

psssttt hiii!! i hope you have a lovely new year and i hope to see more of your content!! 🫶🫶😇😇 Not necessarily a request but if you'd like to write it feel free.. this is simply a thought i had can be nsfw or sfw tbh! Chris and reader meeting for the first time and Chris just being like head over heels cannot quit staring at reader- im thinking Ash or Jess's best friend who he's never met before and Josh pokes fun at him to get your number but before he can even protest reader comes over and is like super straightforward like "Hi i think you're attractive i want your number." and he's just like FUMBLING FOR HIS LIIIIFE. -@dahliascophin

“I promise you, they’re all nice and kind” 

“You say that about everyone” I tell Ash as we walk out of the bus. The night hung low, dark clouds collecting as we walked. The only light coming from the street lamps as we make our way to the gettogether. Ashley had the idea of inviting me to one. Apparently, the one time I met Josh, I had made quite the impression, and both of them wanted me to come to at least one hang out. The group sounded alright when they described it, though I was still unsure about how they functioned. Every individual was so vastly different, I couldn’t quite grasp it. 

“Will I have anything in common with someone?” I ask, a grim feeling in my stomach. What if they were all douchebags, or preppy, or just plain mean? 

“Hey, you have me, Josh. I think you’ll love both Sam, Chris, Beth and Matt”

“Okay, you know I trust you, but your matching skills are not the best” 

“Oh shut up, they’re gonna love you. You’re basically a more extroverted and smiling version of me, but I’m prettier and kinder” 

“Wow, not boosting my ego at all?” 

“Nah, you don’t need it, we already know what’ll happen if you think too highly of yourself” 

“Damn, but what if I’m kinder and prettier than you?” 

“Then that’s something I’ll never admit” 

I give her a nudge, earning a laugh and a small hit back. We were finally approaching the house, outdoor lighting and a beautiful yard. 

“Are they rich or something?” 

“Yep, the Washingtons, can you imagine?” 

“Not at all” 

We don’t bother knocking, and she opens the door, holding her arm out for me to walk inside. I oblige, letting myself into the grand building. If the outside didn’t seem big, the inside did. Expensive paintings and decor in the hallway, contrasted by the large amount of jackets that hung on the wall. 

“Looks like everybody’s here already” 

We take off our coats and outerwear, hanging it on the racks before making our way to the living room. Laughter and talk fill our ears as we arrive, the room full of people. Everyone’s heads turn as Ashley announces our presence to them. 

“Hey guys, this is my friend I was talking about!” I give a small wave, putting on my best smile as I look over the room. I see Josh, who walks over and hugs me. 

“You made it, fantastic!” 

“You have a beautiful home, Josh” 

“Oh stop being so polite, come meet everyone” 

We walk over to the others, everyone with welcoming smiles and expressions. I’m introduced to every single one, Jess being extra hyper and hugging me while I only give the others a handshake. 

A certain blonde catches my eye, and Josh takes his place beside him as he introduces us. He says his name is Chris, his eyes wandering over me as I lean over to grab his hand. It’s rough, his grip hard and firm. The action in itself earns a slight pink blush on my part, but I just pray he doesn’t see it. After all, we haven’t said more than hi. 

“Chris and I met back in third grade, a completely boring story, but have been inseparable ever since” Josh explains, giving the guy a hard clap on the back. I smile, taking a seat beside Ashley while listening. 

“Boring, you? I can’t imagine that” 

“You know what, you’re totally right!” Josh exclaims, starting to explain in-depth how he and Chris got to know each other. The whole time, Chris is looking at me, watching my reactions and studying my features. I give him a small smile, signaling that I see him. His gaze shifts away immediately, looking back at Josh who’s leaned over on his knees. 

“What a coincidence” I add when he’s finished and he gives a hum in reply. Ashley sighs, hand going around my back to turn me to the others. 

“Finally, we’ve heard that story a million times” 

“Hey, I’ve only heard it once” 

“Lucky” 

I shift to talk to Jessica and Emily, both of them energetic and fashion-oriented. They’re both nice, though I sense some tension when Emily’s boyfriend arrives and sits in between the two. He leans forward, joining the conversation. 

“So, how do you know Ash?” I think back. I feel like I’ve always known her, even though we’ve lived far from each other. 

“Well, we met in kindergarten I think, and during a playdate, our moms became friends, so we just built it from there” I easily explain, looking around. I guess it was as easy as that, and we were lucky we found each other so early. Chris is looking at me, eyes narrowed and mouth slightly open. Josh nudges his arm, making him look at the guy with a sour expression. They’re on the other side of the room, and I can’t hear what they’re saying. The only thing I can make out is Josh laughing and continuously teasing him with small hits and huge theatrical movements. 

“So, you a big party-girl?” Jessica asks, and I turn my attention back to her. 

“Well, I don’t mind a good party” She lets out a small shriek, hands coming to grab both of mine. 

“I’m hosting next week, and Ashley has already said no, but you can come AND you can convince her to go with you!” 

“Ash, you’re free next week?” 

“No, I’ve got studies” 

“Oh, come on” 

I try to make her, while Jessica’s watching intently. In the end, she obliges, telling me that she’ll only come if I do too. After all, I also have a lot of homework to be dealt with. 

The party goes on, and I eventually get to talking with both Matt and Sam a bit. I’m in a conversation with Sam about mountain climbing as Chris makes an appearance beside her, joining the talk. 

“Oh, hey Chris, we were just talking about that time I forced you up on the mountain, you know. With the rope and falling and all of that” Sam explains, and arm going to his shoulder. 

“Wait what, you’re telling her about that? I was a good climber, I did everything right” 

“Well, except for when you fell down and whined about-”

“So, you’re friends with Ashley, right?” he interrupts her, and I see her lips tighten. I giggle a little, the situation funny. 

“Too early to hear about your embarrassing stuff, huh Chris?” 

Josh jumps up behind him, clinging to his shoulders for support. The sudden weight surprises him, and I hold my hands out automatically, in case they both fall. Chris is strong, and he just sighs as Josh jumps off him again, his arm leaning on the blonde’s shoulder. 

“Oh trust me, this guy’s got A LOT of embarrassing stuff we can talk about” 

“Dude…” 

“Calm down, Cochie, I’m not gonna say anything. At least not yet” Josh laughs, taking Sam’s arm and dragging her with him. After they leave, he whispers something in her ear, causing them both to look back to us. I ignore them. 

“To answer your question, yes, been friends with Ash for as long as I can remember” 

“That’s a long time” he nods, eyes finding mine again. He looks muscular, big. After all, he just carried Josh after having to endure a surprise-attack from him. His eyes are big and blue, the kind which one can drown in. Gosh, he’s absolutely beautiful. Just my type. 

“So, tell me Chris, what are your hobbies?” 

“Well, um…” he stumbles over his words, and I can’t help but just keep giving encouraging smiles. “I mean, I play video games with Josh sometimes, and do coding and such…”

“Wow, really? I tried coding once, and it was difficult, gave up right away” 

“It’s easy when you get the hang of it” 

“I believe you, and what games do you play? I know Josh likes pvp shooting stuff a lot, but you?” 

He stutters again, and I place my hand on his arms, causing a light pink shade to cover his cheeks. He rearranges his glasses, arms then going behind his neck. 

“You know, the usual” he mutters, laughing a little. He quickly composes himself, taking a breath and starting to talk again. 

“So, I was wondering if you were interested in going to-”

“OMG! And please, I think this necklace would look gorgeous on you!” Jessica shrieks, coming up behind me. She shoves her phone in front of me, a picture of a golden necklace with a small trinket at the center. 

“Yeah, that’s beautiful” 

“Come on, Emily was just researching a top to wear with it” she adds, taking my arm and pulling me with her. I give a small smile and wave to Chris, seeing Josh going up to him again. 

“So close dude! You just need to-” is all I hear before being dragged out of earshot. 

Sadly, I don’t get to talk to Chris before having to catch the last bus. Ashley and I say our goodbyes, both walking to the hallway to get our coats. She leans over, whispering to me. 

“You know, I saw that blush when you were talking to Chris” 

“I’m not surprised, you’re always looking at me” I tease her, but she just shakes her head. 

“Seriously, just go do it now, he’s not going to be at Jess’s party, he’s busy that weekend” 

“Wait, really, he’s not coming?” 

She hums, hand pushing on my back. 

“Bus leaves soon, we don’t have all night” 

I take a deep breath, mastering some courage before hurrying over to the living room again. On my way, I take out a pen and an old receipt from my pocket, writing my number in big letters. Everyone turns their heads, looking at me when I arrive, but I walk over to Chris, handing him the note. 

“Hey, here’s my number. Let me know if you want to go out for coffee sometime” I offer, smiling down at him. His hand is open, but not moving, so I place the paper there, tapping his fingers around it. His mouth is open, eyes surprised and shocked. I laugh a little, standing up again and looking at everyone. 

“Yeah, I definitely will, thank you” he exclaims, cheeks red as he keeps staring at me. 

“Great, can’t wait” I smile, waving goodbye to everyone. I walk back to Ash, and as I turn the corner, I hear Josh and some other cooing. 

“Dude, you did it! Or she did, but either way it was done!!”

[theabstruseone]

Wait, he ranked the price of Twitter by 20 billion? Weren’t the rumours that he was looking to tank Twitter then sell off its assets?

The problem is you can find all sorts of rumors. He bought Twitter to wreck it, he bought Twitter to turn it into the X App he failed at pitching at PayPal, he bought Twitter to destroy the public square and undermine democracy, he bought Twitter as part of a deal with Mark Zuckerberg to destroy Twitter and leave Facebook as the only viable social media platform, he bought Twitter to appears the grey aliens in their war against the lizard people on behalf of the Illuminati.

The thing is...Elon Musk did NOT want to buy Twitter. He had to be sued and forced to buy the company.

He ran his mouth because he was angry he wasn't getting his way like the rich asshole he is, basically saying "If you don't do what I say I'll just buy the place and make you." And because he'd already bought shares of the company as part of this strongarm tactic, he was legally responsible for buying the company. And at his stupid-ass $54.20 offer that added over $150 million to the price just to add the $0.20 to the price because 420 blaze it and he is a child.

Add in that Tesla and SpaceX only function because they're Musk-proofed themselves. There are layers between the manic whims of the spoiled manchild that prevent him from running around yanking wires out of stuff to see what breaks like he's allegedly done at Twitter (technically it was turning off servers to see who panicked accord to reports but seriously, that's the sort of shit he's doing).

There doesn't need to be any grand conspiracy or ulterior motive other than the racist misogynist homophobic asshole who refuses to be told "no" is throwing a massive temper tantrum because his ex-wives hate him, his children hate him, he was forced to buy the company, and he got kicked out of PayPal 20 years ago and hasn't gotten over the bruised ego since then.

Do you REALLY think the guy who got so mad the President of the United States issuing an official statement from the White House got more attention than him so had the engineers boost his ranking in the algorithm enough so that he dominated everybody's feeds for a day to get more attention on him could actually plot a real conspiracy?

Or does Occam's Razor say he's just a privileged little shit who is indulging in his racism and transphobia while pandering to the fascist sycophants who keep licking his boots?

[thesimulationswarm]

Double Shot

Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller

Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!AFAB!reader x Tommy Miller Rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI Summary: A gorgeous man walks into your coffee shop and introduces himself as Tommy Miller. Then his equally gorgeous brother shows up. You can't decide which you like better... but maybe you don't have to. A/N: This will be in four parts, building up to the smut. Hopefully released daily. It's dumb filthy shit I couldn't get out of my head, okay? Then I'll be back to my ongoing serious series. Word count: 1.5k warnings/tags: threesome, shameless flirting, sibling rivalry, PWP

Part 2 , Part 3, and Part 4 are available now.

Part 1

“It’s going to be another hot one out there today folks— topping out at 105 this afternoon. Remember to drink lots of water, stay in the shade, and of course, wear sunscreen!” The opening beats of Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen) followed, and you whacked the radio off in annoyance.

You were sick of this summer. Sick of the record-setting heatwave. Sick of the shitty little building you’d found for your coffee shop, which had seemed so cozy in February but turned out to have the world’s lowest-output air conditioner. Sick of sweat staining through your t-shirt as you worked the morning rush.

You were proud of your business, sure. You’d started from nothing and managed to get it off the ground. Now you had a steady clientele that came for their morning coffee but also for your homemade pastries— your pride and joy. But to keep things afloat you worked like a dog. And this summer was killing you.

The flow of customers finally let up for a minute and you sat on your stool, leaning into the breeze from the countertop fan. 

You let your eyes flutter closed, dreaming about the ice cold Lone Star you’d have when you finished tonight. You could almost feel the condensation on the can as you pulled it from the fridge, could hear the crack and hiss of it opening…

You just about jumped out of your skin when the front door flew open, chime tinkling.

“Sorry to interrupt. Looks like a well-earned break, sugar.”

The man standing in the doorway was tall, bronze-skinned, with thick dark curls tumbling around his face. His biceps were visible below the sleeves of his gray t-shirt, his thumbs hooked on the belt loops of his jeans as he stared at you. He was smirking, and then— when you met his eyes— he fucking winked at you.

You raised your eyebrow at him. “It was, as a matter of fact.  Been at it since 5am. But what can I do for you?”

The man ambled over to the counter, inspecting the chalkboard menu on the wall. “Well, I heard this is the best place in the neighborhood to get a coffee and a little breakfast. And I’m going to need both to start my day.”

He ordered an iced latte, double shot, and one of your cinnamon buns. You set to work preparing them, only too aware of his eyes on you as you moved behind the counter. You got a lot of flirts in here, men looking for a little ego boost on their way to work, and for the most part you didn’t mind—as long as they don’t take it too far.

There are times, though, when it’s not just about not minding.

Times when you decidedly enjoy the attention.

And this would be one of those, because this man is fucking gorgeous.

You feel your hips swaying more than usual, and you wish you’d worn something more alluring than jeans and an old t-shirt. At least this pair of jeans does a good job of highlighting your ass, especially now that the denim is clinging to your sweaty skin.

“So is this a summer job, or do you work here year round?”

“Honey, I don’t work here. I’m the co-owner,” you reply, whipping around to set his drink down in front of him. You were vaguely aware of the door chime tinkling as another customer walked in, but at that moment you only had eyes for this one.

The man let out a low whistle. “A business owner and a beauty? Color me impressed.” He leaned forward against the counter, looking around at the pastry case, the neat racks of cups, the espresso machine.  From this distance you could appreciate his freckles, like a dusting of brown sugar over his sculpted face. “You know, I’m in business myself.”

“That so?”

He held out a hand to you and broke into a wide smile. It was dazzling. “Tommy Miller, of Miller Construction.”

You were about to shake hands with the beautiful Tommy Miller when you were both interrupted. The customer you’d been ignoring had materialized at his side, and smacked him— hard— on the arm.

“Tommy, quit your bullshit!”

“Jesus, Joel, I’m in the middle of somethin’ here!”

You watched with interest as the two turned to face each other. The second man— Joel, apparently— was about his same height, but looked a little broader through the shoulders and a little older. He had a strong jaw, painted dark with stubble, and an impressive mustache. 

Jesus Christ, it was hot enough in here already.

“You’re in the middle of wastin’ precious time, is what you are,” Joel scoffed, before turning to you. “I’m sorry about my brother, ma’am. He thinks he’s god’s gift to the ladies.”

You laughed, looking from one man to the other. You could appreciate similarities now— the dark curls, the strong but trim bodies, the deep eyes you could get lost in.

“And you should know,” Joel added, “It is Miller Construction, but I am the sole proprietor. Tommy here works for me.” Then he held out a hand across the counter, with a close-lipped smile that was less flashy than Tommy’s but no less devastating. “Joel Miller. Of Miller Construction.”

Tommy glared daggers at his brother as you reached across to shake. Joel’s big hand swallowed yours, his grip firm and warm. You felt something electric go down your spine, the hairs standing up on your arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Joel,” you said, looking into his rich brown eyes. Then you turned, and held out your hand again. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Tommy.”

Tommy’s hand was smaller than Joel’s by just a hair, but it was softer, too. You looked at Tommy as you shook, but out of the corner of your eye you could still see Joel— watching you touching Tommy.

The dampness you were feeling between your legs— it wasn’t just sweat anymore.

It was mid-afternoon and the cafe had started to feel like the ninth circle of hell. There weren’t many customers after lunch, so you used that time to work on baking for the next morning. The problem was the ovens, which put out way more heat than your crappy little AC could counter. You had about 30 minutes left before you could pack it in for the day, but you thought you might just spontaneously combust if you stayed inside.

So you grabbed a paperback and a cold coke from the drink case, and went outside. Your place was on the corner of a little strip mall in South Austin, and it bordered on a gravel lot with food trucks and picnic tables. Everything was closed up this time of day, but that was all the better to have a quiet moment to yourself.

The sun was fucking brutal, but you sat in the shade of a live oak, and you could feel a little breeze lifting the hairs on the back of your neck.

You looked around at the sun-baked street, watching people come and go. Mostly in cars in this heat, but some brave souls were walking or on bikes. Next door, a work crew was taking a break from the building frame they’d been erecting. You watched the men downing gatorades and wetting bandanas to tie around their necks. Now that was a tough job on a summer day.

Then you noticed something.

Off to the side was a makeshift table, papers spread across a piece of plywood balanced on two saw horses. Two broad figures stood beside it, looking down.

Joel and Tommy.

This was goddamn Miller Construction.

You knew you shouldn’t spy, but you couldn’t help watching. The brothers looked deep in conversation— Joel with his arms folded across his chest, Tommy with his head tilted to one side. Tommy pointed to something; Joel nodded, and then pulled a pencil out from behind his ear to note something down. Tommy said something else and Joel shook his head, tapped his finger on one of the papers emphatically.

Both men, taken separately, were impressive items. But when they were together, Christ almighty. There was something magical in their practiced ease, their good-natured jockeying for dominance. You couldn’t pick just one to admire.

You heard your oven timer go off inside the cafe, and you reluctantly peeled your eyes away from Miller Construction to head back inside. You hummed along with the radio as you checked on your croissants, suddenly a lot less annoyed by the interminable summer.  With their building site right next door, you ought to be seeing a lot more of the Miller brothers.  You were going to make the most of it.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Do you feel comfortable with us recommending your blog to others or...?

Because there are blogs dedicated to analyzing homestuck and they are usually very good but the moment they talk about Eridan all the magic disappears and, I just want to know if it is acceptable to recommend you as like, homework i guess (?).

In the style of, if they are going to talk about complex characters then they should do their due research.

It's okay if you're not comfortable with the idea, maybe I shouldn't be that interested either, it just hurts to know that they can do better, and they are not (on the contrary, its just worse).

Unfortunately, not with that attitude!

I actually have a pretty strict rule to never go out into the fandom in search of fights, and to never answer asks asking me what I think about another fandom member's interpretation of canon ("official"/semi-official works like PQ are exempt). This is because, if I go onto some other guy's blog with zero intention to change my opinion, and say "you're wrong," that makes ME the asshole.

Nobody likes it when someone rocks up to the discussion to tell them they're wrong and try to own them with facts and logic. It's actually kind of a dick thing to do! That's why I contain my takes to my own blog, which, thanks to the block button and blacklists, means that nobody has to engage with me if they don't actively want to.

I've had several instances on this blog before of either having to dismount a conversation where neither side will change their mind with "agree to disagree," told people I can't/won't comment on something because I don't engage with the fandom overall, or straight-up blocked people. I do this because I've made the mistake before of trying to be Correct on the Internet, and the truth is it's an unwinnable battle that makes everybody involved look like a clown. At the end of the day, we're all squabbling about what a webcomic "means," and it's impossible to be 100% correct. God knows I've been wrong, sneakily edited posts, and hoped nobody noticed (if you did, thanks for not saying anything).

If you like my posts and agree with my opinions - great! I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't like the ego boost. If you don't, I'm usually willing to hear people out, but I'm pretty egotistical and we'll most likely agree to disagree. I pretty exclusively reserve actual retaliation for people who rock up (especially while hiding behind anon) pretty much just to tell me I'm wrong. Like I said, the person who does that is an asshole! I try not to be that asshole.

If someone's takes are so "bad" to you that you can't stand seeing them, you have the power to banish that person from ever appearing before you again. Block they ass. You literally don't need a reason. But if you want to do the hard, thankless, joyless, unrewarding, and nearly always futile task of changing someone's opinion, then step one is to take a deep breath and trying not to think about it in terms of enemies and allies, right and wrong. This person is another human, just trying to make a living on this shitty earth, talking about this thing you both like. The vibe should be excitement that you can share an insight they haven't considered, not a tribal monkey instinct to hit another monkey with a big bone club.

If these blogs already do a lot of Homestuck analyzing, chances are, they're receptive to Homestuck. Instead of using me (some rando on the internet) as a source, you should use the comic itself. Lucky for you that I cite my sources, or at least make it easy to look up the parts of the comic I'm talking about. It's a little more legwork than just linking an essay, but you're trying to perform the nearly impossible task of changing someone's mind, so put some elbow grease into it.

And if that doesn't work, welp. Agree to disagree! Haha.

[speakeasyaoi]

Serafine Savoy x F!Reader

> Requested by @snakesart | I got so wrapped up in roleplay + work recently I haven't been able to work on these- but this was fun!!

PROMPT: N/A

If it's not how she initially met you, she's more than eager to recruit you into her voodoo congregation, which...includes her carving the sigil into your chest, same as she did to Mordecai. Something that has nothing to do with her wanting to see you topless. At all. (Totally.) Now, she's willing to put it off for as long as you might need if you're anxious about the idea or don't want to rush into it, but in the end it's pretty much a non-negotiable, the most you'll be able to do is get her to make it smaller and less extreme of a scar. If you're really all that nervous, she'll just let you drink some of her rum until you're too drunk to be lucid or feel the pain, and dress your wound while you're intoxicated and half-conscious, and go through with it as quick as she can without messing up her linework.

And if you're not drunk during the process and still sensitive to the pain of it, she'll shush you and sweet talk you and try to keep your mind off it by peppering kisses along your neck and collarbones. She'd still poke fun at you for it, though, but it's all in good fun.

She will take the masculine role in the relationship, regardless of your masculinity and/or dominance. She's the one to take you out places, buy things for you and cover your bill if you're out to eat, and in general likes being the one spoiling you and I'm control of things.

During her little 'parties' hosted with her, Nico, and the rest of the congregation, she finds it more than entertaining to parade you around on your arm like a peice of eye candy. She flaunts you and shows you off and probably even does some PDA in front of everybody; it's just as much a challenge for her to make you flustered as it is to make everyone else jealous of her, and she's determined to reach that goal.

And on the topic of PDA, Serafine loves it. More often than not she uses it to affect those around her (she finds it especially entertaining to be all lovey-dovey and handsy with you around Mordecai to watch his reaction), but in more genuine moments, she has no reservations about being intimate in public and around a crowd.

If you're in any kind of relationship with her, it's unavoidable that you'll also be involved with Nico somehow. That might consist of a romantic, polyamorous-type relationship, similar to the dynamic they share with Mordecai, or it could just as well be him serving as more of a familial, brotherly figure. Either way, they're inseparable, and dating one is more a buy-one-get-one-free.

Expect to be covered with numerous lipstick stains, bite marks, scratches and hickeys, especially so on your neck and arms, where other people can see them. It gives her a bit of an ego boost to see your body marked by her, and finds your attempts to remove them or cover them up adorable.

Her and Nico would probably end up inviting you to stay with them at their suite in the Maribel hotel rather early on in the relationship-- they've never been one for slow-burn or subtlety. You'll be given the choice to sleep in Serafine's bed with her or just crash on the couch, but unless the suite is bigger than I imagine it is, you won't be getting your own bedroom. (Serafine's big spoon.)

Other notes: I've found that when it comes to F!Reader or M!Reader I really struggle with not keeping things gender neutral out of force of habit- I should probably work on that

[sunoosets]

can i hear your thoughts about sub!sunoo's kinks?

btw, can i be 💐 anon? i'll be active if you noticed me, hehe

💐 anon, oh my, congrats on being my first anon<33 dw, ur noticed🤭 hope u enjoy!

Sub!Sunoo would definitely have a praise kink, in my opinion. Any sort of compliment, dirty or not and he would be a red, heated mess. Cheeks tinged a rosy colour as he smiles and internally kicks his feet. The dirty praises have him in a chokehold.

“You have such a pretty cock.” You’d say sweetly, picking your finger up his length. It would twitch against the cool air and harden further against your palm. You’d latch your hand around him, and his hips would buck instantly. The praise simply making him crumble into the mattress, melting almost. His cheeks would burn, and his stomach would flip. Eyes rolling while his glossy lips parted. “Y/n, please!”

You would tease him with these comments, knowing so well that they spurred him. Tossing your head back, and then dropping it forward. You would bury yourself between his neck and shoulder, stifling your moans into his skin. “Fuck…” You’d curse, chewing your lip before pressing it to his ear. “You fuck me so well, Sunoo…”

Sunoo would groan. Cheeks flushing, but it didn’t stop his hips from bucking quicker. His thrusts becoming more precise, instead of sloppy. He would slam into you, whimpering while he pushed himself over the edge.

He would also enjoy comments that praised him, but boosted his ego as it would always involve another member. It was both reassuring, and a guilty pleasure he wouldn’t have admitted to the other boys. Things such as “Sunghoon wouldn’t be able to fuck me as good as this…” Whenever he was feeling unsure with his body’s abilities. The high he would reach afterward would be heavenly, not to mention it also raised his spirits and self-esteem.

I believe Sub!Sunoo would also do anything to be used by his dominant. He would tease and be bratty. Dress up purposefully to seduce his dominant because he loved being the centre of your attention. He loved your eyes on him, and the praise that would ensue whenever you saw him in tight fitting clothes, or outfits that had revealed great expanses of his skin. Sunoo would go out of his way to consistently have your attention and would be jealous in an instant if you had disregarded him. He’d bend over or whimper lightly when stretching. He would sometimes even make it so that whenever he had hugged you from behind his big bulge would be pressed into your ass. You’d be able to feel him grow hard in his pants and rub himself against you, while he hummed and slid his nose between the strands of your hair. Arms wrapping tightly around you. “Can you feel that?” He would murmur, pursing his lips against your ear. “I’m so hard for you…”

I could imagine Sub!Sunoo with a Mommy kink, too. Just wandering to you, simply for either your comfort or assistance in taking care of his hard cock🥴 He’d always need someone there he could go to just in case he felt like begging his Mommy to cum. Sunoo would always return the favour too, by sucking on your tits, and licking them until you’re a mess. You know because he’s a gentleman🤭 He'd be so whiny, and his whimpers would be constant and at such a high pitch. You would have to clamp a hand around his mouth if he was being too loud. Wouldn’t want the other members to hear! Or would he like that? Sunoo would like showing off his hickeys, especially the ones along his pretty collarbones. There was nothing to be ashamed of, and really, he was prideful. Maybe he would also enjoy moaning so loud the other members could hear and gain their own hard issues🤭 He would have already made it a reality several times. Being the type of boy who was unable to hold in his sweet whines whenever you rubbed his clothed cock beneath the blanket during movie times. The boys would turn red, and some would glance toward the smiling, too-cute sunshine. It had such a thrill to it, and a plus was that everybody knew you were his, and he was yours, and that was not to be tempered with. So, Sunoo would whimper once more the next time you gave his bulge a squeeze beneath the dinner table, almost dampening his pants with his cum when Sunghoon would shuffle opposite of him. Biting his lip and lowering his hand to his crotch to hide something. Clearing his throat awkwardly..

Something in me also says he would love to have his ass eaten, but I don’t know if that’s just me because I’d really want to do that😓 He’d be so clean and well-cared for, there would really be no worry. Just imagine him trembling. Knees buckling, and arms collapsing at the elbow, making it hard for him to remain on all fours. He’s shaking and crying out your name. Moaning, whimpering, whining. Choked back sobs of overwhelming pleasure would fill the room as you massage his cheeks and spread them further apart. Tease his pink hole with the pad of your finger and press as well as rub on it eagerly. Getting wetter by the second with the noises his pretty lips were spewing. His eyes would glisten with tears and his lashes would be damp, but closed while he lets himself fall into the pleasure of your tongue lapping at his hole. Prodding and pressing flat between his cheeks until he was a moaning, quivering mess. Cock so hard it was leaking against his skin and dripping down his sides. Making a big mess of himself and the bed.🤭

an: i hope this is good enough, i've written smut for a while on wattpad n such but hard hrs n thoughts r new! i enjoy doing them n i'm rlly appreciating the asks. thank u also for the follows<33

[urrameshi]

A Shot of Espresso

takami keigo x f!reader ≧◡≦

authors note: okay hiiii been writing for a long time, but never really posted before but i’m gonna try! didn’t proof read this ok xoxo also this is a repost from my old blog lolololol

Being in a secret relationship with one of the most famous heroes in the world, really boosted your ego. That meant sneaking into your place outside of the city after late patrols or pretending to ‘save you’ only to sneak you away somewhere hidden for a quick lunch or a quickie.

Was it ideal? Fuck no, you wanted to be shown off. Keigo wanted to show you off like a shining diamond. You were amazing, strong, and just stunning but he was also terrified. The city was just getting more dangerous and while he knew you could handle your own, he couldn’t help but be protective of you.

This morning was different, he told his sidekicks to amp up patrols today, that he would be out of town for a bit. Nothing major, but just long enough he wouldn’t be able to do anything heroic that morning. He had stayed the night with you a few times before, but he would always leave before the crack of dawn.

Early bird gets the worm, or whatever.

He was yours. For the first time, since the start of your relationship he was yours. You weren’t the most romantic person, But this was something you needed. You didn’t wanna have to share him all the time. You were both heroes, you both had busy

You felt his body move next to you. He was trying to be sneaky, was he really trying to sneak out like a teenager?

“Keigo? It’s too early for you to leave. You’re mine this morning, not the world’s.”

“Oh little bird, I’m sorry I know I said I would stay but you know I have a huge day, and that big interview tonight!. Still gotta keep the Commission happy.” You rolled your eyes, rolling over as he threw the covers off. Not before sneaking a peak at his ass you loved so much.

Best of both worlds came with Kegio Takami. He was your world but he belonged to the world. There was never truly enough of him to go around and he knew that. Didn’t stop him from trying to make it work though.

You weren’t anything special enough you guessed for the commission for you both to be seen together. You questioned when the news would break and both of your worlds would be shaken up. Maybe he needed some shaking in that area of his life. You weren’t one to be insecure about anything but with somebody like Keigo, it was hard not to get in your head sometimes.

-

The rest of the afternoon passed without seeing Keigo, “he was such busy, busy bird.” you thought to yourself a bit sarcastically. You wouldn’t see him till much later tonight after he would sneak into your place, and get something to snack on and depending the time, just get in bed and wrap himself around you.

After the rest of your day was much less eventful, you decided to turn in early and watch this interview with ‘The Number 2 Hero, Hawks!!’ Social media was busy, you couldn’t wait.

“Ha! I know him more than you do.” you held the last syllable on the do, stringing it out longer to sing. Joking with yourself out loud and in replies to tweets you were scrolling through helped you feel bad. you swore it did.

The interview was finally starting.

“Tonight everybody we’re here with the best up and comer we’ve had in awhile! Hawks!” The cute host gestured to the entrance where Takami walked out, and the crowd went insane. Everybody loved the flying hero! You couldn’t even lie to yourself, feeling your whole body grow hotter as you watched him on your screen.

You laughed it off, ‘God! You’re acting like a teenage fangirl! he was literally in your bed this morning!’

“Thank you so much for having me tonight! I remember watching my favorite heroes on the show when I was younger!”

“Oh Hawks, you’re always the people’s hero! So you know me, let’s get the cat out of the bag! A lot of rumors are around lately, who’s the lucky girl?”

Oh no! the moment your anxiety had been dreading, he wouldn't say a word to just keep up appearances and it would honestly crush you. maybe you just didn’t know what it was like, but pro hero or not. It shouldn’t have mattered.

Takami threw his head back laughing. “Wow! Really coming in hot, huh?”

“You know, i always come in blazing!”

“It’s funny actually, and i’m gonna get some flack for this but yeah i am seeing somebody actually.” Your mouth dropped! The crowd cheered and screamed, the energy in that studio must have been off the charts!

“That’s how we start a show, ladies and gentlemen! With news you don’t get anywhere else! Tell us about them, Hawks, pretty please?”

You were hugging a couch pillow close to your chest now, “Yes hawks, tell us about her.”

It took him a moment to reply, getting himself more comfortable in his chair. “Well you know, i’m protective so I'm not actually gonna say who it is.” He told her, getting a bit of whining from the crowd. “but I can tell you, they’re like a shot of espresso. it’s like feeling sunshine for the first time. it’s really something special i don’t know if i’ve ever had for myself before, if i’m being honest.”

A Shot. of. Espresso.

It was official you were acting like a teenage fangirl, absolutely swooned by Takami. What a cheesy way to explain it! Every doubt of your relationship had melted away almost immediately.

You were prepared to return the affection when he snuck in after the show. Dealing with everything that could come from this would have to wait till tomorrow. When Takami was here with you, its the only world that mattered.

[velarisvalkyrie]

Things that bother me most about the ACOTAR characters that keep me up at night - Rhys, Feyre, Cassian and Nesta Edition. Please do not atatck me I'm just sharing my thoughts to see if anyone else gets a bothered by these.

Rhysand:

Telling Azriel if he needs to fuck someone to go to a pleasure hall and pay for it was such an unneccesarily cruel thing to say to his "brother". I like Az but I no longer can see him with Elain after a few read throughs of the series but there was no reason for Rhys to be THAT harsh in telling him to stay away from her. Like that is how you're talking to someone you claim to love in your court where you apparently "don't pull rank" - yeah okay.

Not telling Feyre about her pregnancy. I do not care if he thought it was removing stress from her, he took away her choice to help be involved in finding a solution or at least prepare for the outcome ahead.

Enjoying Nesta being afraid of him at the start of ACOSF. I know he isn't her biggest fan but his mate loves her cuz that is her sister like dude you shouldn't get an ego boost from her fearing you. It's gross to me and such a toxic trait. Reminds me of real men I don't like.

I feel like Rhysand only gives people choices that he is able to orchestrate. When you read through all the moments he's giving someone options you notice they are mostly options that no matter how someone chooses it's gonna benefit him and/or his court and his court only. Or he puts people in positions where essentially they don't have a better option - the only better option is to agree with him. Does no one else notice that??? Should I make a separate post on that in better detail one day?

Feyre:

She hesitates before she interrupts Ianthe from SAing Lucien. And when she does interfere its cuz she thinks of what Ianthe has done to Rhys. Look, I do not care how mad I am at a friend - I do not care if it is the person I hate most, I could never hesitate to stop someone from going through the trauma of SA. Whether I love or hate you if I can stop it I am going to stop it.

Telling Nesta directly that one of the few reasons she's forcing Nesta to go through .... whatever you wanna call the whole training/house of wind/library routine - is because if Feyre and Rhys can't even control Nesta why should they deserve to rule a court. I understand this from a political point of view but I do not think that is a helpful way to talk to someone in such a bad state. If someone said that to me I would think to myself: So I'm just damage control you're doing and not actually cared about.

I know people love the whole Feyre in her night gown going to Lucien with a nightmare. But when you think about it more it's so dangerous to Lucien. Yes, I know Feyre listens to make sure Tamlin didn't attack Lucien after she left the room but what if he did and she was a second too late to stop it??? Not only would that leave Lucien harmed or dead but like what would that have done to Elain??? Would she feel it through the bond? What would have happened to her if Lucien died??? No consideration for Elain or Lucien in that moment.

Pointing out Lucien is hanging out with other people who don't have a home. That was a cruel comment. That was a comment not needed and maybe she said it cuz she was hurt he doesn't seem comfortable in her home with her famoly but what do you expect from him when everyone either treats him coldly or tolerates him. Like we have maybe 2 or 3 canon moments where the Inner Circle is being decent to him. Like yeah I'm sure he isn't comfortable. That's not even touching the awkward Elain thing going on.

Cassian:

"Everybody hates you!" Yucky. He knew Nesta was in a bad place and there were signs of self-loathing and he still said that. Then he wants to pout and whine that she doesn't open up easily to him or talk to him about what bothers her for quite a while.

Not having enough patience with her when she isn't ready to call him her mate. She's just gotten somewhat comfortable with being Fae and she just now is really getting a life of her own within Velaris. She did not choose to be Fae, she was just getting comfortable. She even tries to kinda explain to Cassian that the word mate would take away the last scrap of her humanity. She isn't even trying to be hurtful in that moment, she's just stumbling to explain why it was so hard for her to say "mate" and what does Cassian do in response? Not only does he keep demanding her to say it he also goes: "Well, I didn't have a choice in being shackled to you, either."

When Nesta comes up the 10,000 steps the first time and she has visible wounds that she's fallen. He couldn't take like five seconds to just "By the way, are you going to heal alright or are you in bad pain?"

Nesta:

Judging Feyre at the dinner table in ACOMAF when Feyre first visits with Rhys, Cassian and Azriel. So rude and snide and full of hate for no real reason. I love Nesta now but ohhh did I hate her in those first two books.

How she told Feyre the truth was bad. While I would much rather hear the truth even if it was meant to hurt me than to not have a single fucking clue what was happening to my body and my baby, I still did not like how Nesta went about the situation.

Telling Elain she may finally be interesting was just a tasteless low blow.

This is getting too long so I might do a Part 2 for the ones that have a somewhat shorter list: Azriel (still adore him) Lucien (yes, I do actually have some fair criticism of him despite being a clear Lucien lover) Elain (I have only 1 comment but if I put it in this one I feel people are gonna rip me apart) Mor, and Amren.

[sh0esuke]

" Puppy Love "

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : Arlong The Saw.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : Despite his cruel doings after coming back to the surface, Arlong was kind-hearted. He was hiding it, broken and hurt by his past. However, being with her, curled up under her innocent and soft gaze, he wasn't capable of standing up and being mean. Her, his childhood friend who still managed to make him nervous, even after all these years and all the bad things he had done...

Warning: none.

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𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 𝟏𝟕𝟕𝟎.

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Under Arlong's sparkling eyes, the pretty mermaid giggled. She hid her smile behind her palm, with closed eyes and her heart pounding inside of her chest. She felt each one of its palpitations. As for Arlong, he had his feet under water, seated on the verge of his private pool, giving access to the sea because the mermaid was unable to join him on earth. He stayed with her.

The other fishmen living in Arlong Park, compagnons and friends of Arlong himself, had disappeared a long time ago in groups in order to collect taxes all around Conomi Islands. Once the building was empty, Arlong had joined the mermaid and, without noticing, an hour and a half had passed. Busy hearing her giggle from time to time and her enthusiastic knowledge, the sawshark fishman almost forgot the hatred he was holding towards mankind, and so was only thinking of her. It was the reason why he looked at her, or rather; why he couldn't look away.

« You're so funny, Arlong. » she praised him as stars gleamed in her eyes. « The other boys in the district don't compare to you.. »

Arlong's ego was boosted, the fishman flexed his muscles, a toothy grin placed on his moisturised lips. The pretty mermaid, too busy staring at him, placed her elbow on the side of the pool, waging her tail under the water. She rested her chin against her palm et ran her pupils glowing with admiration all over his face, bitting her lower lip seeing his torso marked with a red tattoo but not a single scar. Because Arlong wasn't the type of man to fall during a fight, he wasn't the type of man to take hits; he was the one giving them.

« The fishman district, it brings back memories. » he said.

« Oh, you should come by sometime ! » the mermaid exclaimed. « I'm sure everybody would be thrilled to see you ! »

« After all this time ? I doubt that. »

Arlong rested one of his hands above her head, his palm so big and his fingers so long that he could englobe it all. The girl giggled at this, her tail squirming and her heart thumping harder in her chest as if it were about to explode. She pressed her wrists against it. Her eyes seemed to have changed into hearts, Arlong even thought that she had turned into stone. However, with how intensely she was looking at him, it left him no doubt that she was alive. 

« You'd be welcomed as a hero, even the king Neptune would have to come. » she said with conviction. « You did so much to protect us, we will never thank you enough. »

Arlong grinded his teeth, he withdrew his hand and put it on the side of the pool. He was aware that her admiration was perverted. Her obsession was twisted, he wasn't a good man. Took pleasure in hurting women and children as payback. Killing them. Blinded by his desire of vengeance, he knew he was percieved as a monster, not a hero. However, being seen as one by the girl that he was in love since his childhood had an effect on him. As innocent as she was wonderful, she loved him endlessly with a blindess that only him could match. Arlong wanted to enjoy this a little longer, he wanted to continue looking at her with his big fishy eyes in the form of pounding hearts.

It was egoistic, but that he was. Was it really wrong that he was enjoying this situation ? It was all he had dreamed of. Served on a silver plate.

« You're being nice, but it's been a long time since Fisher Tiger has been called a hero. You'll have to get used to it. »

« One day they'll understand. »

Sliding her hand on his cheek, the girl leaned her head in order to look at Arlong's side profile. She smiled in a awkward way, still gazing at him with a powerful heartbeat in her breast, this brought a sly touch of pink across his cheeks. Arlong blushed. He looked away and cleared his throat.

« You'll always be a hero to me. » she confessed. « After all, you saved my life when those stupid humans tried to take me away. I remember it as if it were yesterday. »

From this generous act came an obsession. It was during an ordinary day where a younger version of Arlong had seen the pretty mermaid, younger than him by a few years, being imprisoned by a pirate crew in their district. She had fought as hard as she could. Remembering what her parents had told her about humans, how dangerous they were, and their greed for wealth, she tried to run away. If Arlong hadn't murdered them that day, she surely would've died at the surface, in the hand of a Celestial Dragon, or used as a decoration in a crowded aquarium.

Arlong became more than her savior, he was her God.

« It's nothing. I wasn't going to let them take you. »

Moved, the mermaid put her hand above his. Pearls of water slipped through her fingers, Arlong's hand went from dry to wet in a matter of seconds. The girl took advantage of this to intertwine their fingers. Arlong gulped. He stole a glance at his hand and squeezed his against hers as he looked up at her, embarrassed, the girl couldn't breathe anymore, all she could smell was him and all she could stare at was his face.

« You have such a big heart, no wonder you could do all this. » she said, referring to Arlong Park. « You'll keep me with you once East blue is yours ? »

« Why not. » he responded.

« Oh, oh ! This is so exciting ! I can't wait to see what the rest of the world looks like. » she exclaimed. « Do you think they have other roller costers like in Sabaody ?  I want to try them all ! »

Arlong felt her fingers grabbing his, putting even more pressure than before, the mermaid was so content at the idea of finally being able to come to earth that she forgot how hard she was holding him. It was with stars in her eyes that she told him about her dream, how she wanted to see the lands, and Arlong listened closely. He gave her his full attention, nodding as she mentioned the rollercoaster, bumper cars, and the sugary food; such as cotton candy, candy apples, and getting close to her as she pulled him closer by his forearm. She felt safe, she felt like he could see what she had in mind and agreed to each of her dreams.

« Is this real, Arlong ? Are you going to do all of this ? »

« It's only justice. » he responded.

« It's fantastic. You're fantastic ! »

She had gotten close enough to the saw-shark fishman so that, finally, she could kiss his chin. The mermaid had grabbed him, then brought her pair of lips to the corner of his. And then, his cheek. She kissed it with closed eyes and her fishy skin all warm. Arlong blushed. He started at her in shock, squeezed her hand a little bit too hard as his eyes got wider, his breath stuck in his throat. It felt nice. Her smell, her skin, her fingers, her lips, everything that was happening around them, and this silence.. Arlong and the mermaid were, without any doubt, on their own. There was only her, the love of her life. Him and the girl of his dreams.

And as she stepped back suddenly, her gaze shifting because of this unexpected kiss she felt bad about, she lowered her hands on her chest and looked away. It was with shame that she couldn't meet his eyes anymore.

« I'm sory, i shouldn't have. » she mumbled.

« No. No, it's nothing. »

Arlong had responded quickly, bringing his fingers to her jaw that he rose up to his own cheek. He felt it, her red lipstick left a trace, coloring his pale blue skin, as if his face wasn't pink enough. Arlong's pupils were shaking. The fishman's entire being was shaking actually, his racing heart was responsible for this. And as the girl was incapable of looking straight into his eyes, he was unable to look away. He observed her, how sad and upset she was, how pretty her sweet looked as she pouted and how her face, facing the sea, never had appeared this beautiful before. No, he couldn't look away.

« I'm glad you trust me. »

Arlong placed his hand at the top of her head once more, forcing the mermaid to face his gaze and forbid her to run away.

« Are you joking ? » she asked. « Of course i trust you, Arlong ! You're the next hero of our island, you have a wonderful path ahead of you. And I don't need the ability to see into the future to know it. »

Wrapping her fingers around his wrist, she pressed it between her breasts.

« My heart, he's the one telling me this. And I trust him as much as I trust you. »

A toothy grin took place on Arlong's mouth.

« I don't doubt it. After all, only a pirate like me could rule the Four Blue. It's my destiny. »

Following these words, the mermaid shivered.

« Yes, yes you're right. »

Leading the back of his fingers towards her cheek, the girl smiled harder. She felt his thumb caressing her, looked at his hand from there, and crushed it in hope that he would never stop. She didn't want to let go. And it wasn't like Arlong wished to do so. He stared at her, leaning because he was way bigger than her as she seemed so fragile and enamoured with him. He found her heavenly. He found her so magnificent that no more words could now exit his mouth. The only thing he could do was drink the sight of her and wish she'd never discover how cruel and dangerous he had become, so that, for the rest of his life, he'd stay with her, touch her and let her kiss him.

 « Only you can do it, Arlong. Only you can save us… »

It was with those words full of hope that the girl closed her eyes and sighed. As for Arlong, he stayed silent, so much that she grew curious, but she felt so safe pressed against him that she didn't dare question him. So they stayed like this. They did not move until the sunset came, and heavy noises resonated from the outside of Arlong Park.