#feral is the best way to start the day ✨✨

[nateezfics]

ATEEZ AND FACE SITTING

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, boyfriend!ateez, fem!reader, dom!ateez, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dry humping, edging//orgasm denial, dirty talk//sexual language

WORD COUNT — 2k

SUMMARY — as the title suggests, face sitting with ateez.

HONGJOONG

hongjoong wanted, needed, you on his tongue first thing that morning. the moment his eyes opened and he gained his consciousness, the craving for you hit him hard. you looked so peaceful sleeping next to him, it was just too bad he couldn’t resist the urge to wake you up. he barely offered you any time to process before he was hoisting you up on your knees, slipping himself underneath you. he didn’t waste much time on undressing you, only ridding you of your pajama bottoms. he pushed your panties to the side and groaned at the delectable sight of your pussy, already coming to life with that slickness he craved so badly. he licked a long stripe over your folds and god, he felt like he had been starving for years. his hands urged your hips down until you were literally sitting on his face. he couldn’t breathe, but he was content. if he died like this, he’d die a happy man. your scent, your taste was all around him.

“mmh, baby, you taste so fucking good,” hongjoong praised between sucks on your clit. “gonna let me eat you out, yeah? gonna ride my face until you cum, hm?”

you exhaled shakily just as your hands reached out towards the headboard. “y-yes, hongjoong. yes.”

hongjoong chuckled against you before offering you one quick plunge of his tongue between your folds. “you’re such a good girl for me, and you are the most delicious breakfast i could ever have.”

SEONGHWA

seonghwa grunted as he fucked into you. his hands had a vice grip on your waist, pulling you backwards to meet him every time his hips snapped forward. his eyes were fixed on your ass, your pretty bum on full display for him with you in this position. he could also see your soaked cunt, stuffed so full of him and leaking with your arousal. you were close, and with just a few more ruts into you, he was able to push you over the edge. he stilled while you came around him, and willed himself not to bust as your walls gripped his length. your release fell down your thighs and his, and he couldn’t help but think about how delicious you tasted. suddenly all he wanted was your release on his tongue. seonghwa slipped himself out of you, and when you moved to follow him, he insisted you stay just like that. he did urge you to sit up straighter and widen your legs, and you were confused until his head was seated between your thighs.

“i just can’t help myself. i need to taste your cum all over my tongue, baby.” he lapped and sucked on your pussy, and the noises he made were absolute filth, but they only made you wetter.

piggybacking off your previous high, you were quick to near your second orgasm. you moaned at the overstimulation. “hwa, i’m gonna cum again…”

seonghwa laughed. “go ahead, cum for me again. cum all over my face, and i’ll make sure to savor every drop.”

YUNHO

there was something about the way you looked in his clothes. seeing you in any of his clothes made him feel slightly short of breath, but the way you appeared now, in nothing but his hoodie, had his cock stirring to life in his sweats. the material would hike up as you moved, leaving your panty clad ass on full display for him. you wandered around the kitchen in search for something to snack on while yunho watched. his tall frame leaned over the counter, eyes never leaving you, while you remained oblivious. yunho had the insatiable desire to be suffocated by your thighs and your pussy, and he was only able to remain still for a moment later before crossing the kitchen and taking you in his arms. you were confused, but let him lead you to your shared room regardless, having a slight idea of what he was after. you were plopped onto the bed, yunho following you shortly after. he situated your body until you were straddling his mid section.

“sit on my face.” there was no room to question him. he looked as if he was going to perish any moment if you didn’t do as he wanted. “fucking please.”

you rid yourself of you panties and hovered over his face. you barely applied any pressure, something he didn’t approve of. he yanked you down onto himself until he had a face full of your pussy, tongue quick to flatten itself against your folds. you moaned, hand reaching to grab onto his hair.

yunho devoured you. he ate you up like you were the last meal he’d ever have. he made sure to keep you in place, not wanting you to move even the slightest bit. “when i say sit on my face, i mean sit on it.”

YEOSANG

it was late. so fucking late. you both needed to sleep, but neither of you cared to pull away from each other long enough to find any rest. yeosang groaned when your hips rolled over his, clothed pussy grinding against his erection. his hands gripped your ass and urged you to do that again, and again and again. he opened his eyes enough to look up at you, so beautiful in the dim moonlight. he was enraptured, so absolutely caught up in the way you looked as your face contorted in pleasure. he wanted you to feel more, just so he could see you make more of those expressions. he pulled at your panties until you understood what he wanted. you let him pull the lace material off your body, and let him bring your body up to his face. yeosang kissed your inner thighs just as they settled on either side of his face. you sighed when his warm breath blew against your sex.

“my pretty girl,” yeosang complimented just before licking your clit. “my sweet girl.” his tongue pushed itself between your folds, toying with your entrance. his eyes were trained on you, watching the way your head fell backwards.

you moaned, hips rocking across his face. “yeosang, oh my god. that feels so good.”

“yeah? use my face, baby. use it to get yourself off. fuck yourself on my tongue until you cum, and don’t stop until you’ve had your fill.”

SAN

san was addicted to you. your taste. he wanted you on his tongue every waking moment. he loved having you straddle his face, suffocating him with your body weight, face full of your pussy. he tasted you until he was absolutely pussy drunk. he was insatiable. he sucked on your clit, eliciting the nosy pitiful moan from you. you tried to pick your hips up to run away from his tongue, but he was quick to bring you back down onto his face again. “please, one more for me. i know you can give me one more.” he kept attention on your clit despite your whines. your thighs were shaking from the overstimulation. you’d lost count how many orgasms he’d pulled from you, and san was too preoccupied with your dripping pussy to count at all.

“san, it’s t-too much…” you cried as you felt yet another orgasm building fast.

“one more,” he repeated. “one more for me. let me taste you one more time, please.” san pushed his tongue into, fucking you with it. he urged your hips back and forth, your clit bumping his nose in a way that had your back arching. you fell apart quickly after, spilling over his tongue and face. san lapped up every bit eagerly before helping you onto your side. he kissed your temple. “so good for me.”

MINGI

it all started when you made a comment about his nose, telling him how pretty it was and how perfect it’d be to sit on. mingi was bashful and confused at first, but the more he thought about being nose first in your pussy, the more aroused he became. he was willing to try to please you, but the moment your pretty pussy pressed onto his face, clit bumping his nose, he became the one who was pleased. your hips glided back and forth while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you, and your clit grazed his nose rhythmically. the pleasure was beyond what you imagined, and mingi had just found his newest passion in life. he was going to need you on his face just like this again and again. mingi groaned when you pressed your sex into his face, letting you use him to find your release. his hands massaged your thighs, and he adored the way they shook under his touch. you were soaked, he could feel you dripping down his chin, pussy drenched as you came closer to your high.

“does this feel good, baby?” he asked you, already knowing the answer. he smiled at the sound of your small whimper.

“f-fuck yes, mingi! so good. g-gonna cum on your face.”

“mmh, that’s right. cum all over my face,” he urged you, burying his nose in your cunt. “yeah, baby, just like that.”

WOOYOUNG

“uh uh, baby. can’t cum yet.” wooyoung laughed at your pitiful whine. he was feeling particularly devilish tonight, teasing and toying with you simply because he enjoyed it. he loved your pouts and cries, your pleas, the way your body shook from another withheld orgasm. your cunt dripped above his face, so red and swollen and pretty. wooyoung could’ve lied there for hours, just admiring your sex and and the way you looked above him. of course he was going to give you what you wanted, but he wanted to drag it out as long as possible. he blew on your pussy, his breath cool against your heat, making your thighs shiver and goosebumps erupt on your skin. “oh, such a sensitive baby.”

you tried to sink onto his face further to feel some sort of friction, but his hands kept you in place. “wooyoung, please, let me cum.”

wooyoung smirked. “you wanna cum?” his tongued pressed into your clit and your reaction was immediate. he lapped and sucked until you were at the edge again. but before you could finally tip over, he pulled his mouth off of you. he laughed again when you cried. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll let you cum, but i’m not done playing yet.”

JONGHO

jongho’s thoughts were anything but innocent. with the way you looked in that dress, all of his thoughts were centered around getting you out of it. you sat across the dinner table, looking absolutely ravishing and completely aware of the state your boyfriend was in. with a smirk, you revealed to him that you just so happened to be wearing nothing underneath your dress. you enjoyed the firm set of his jaw and the way his grip tightened around his wine glass. it didn’t make much longer to finish dinner, jongho swiftly escorting you to your shared home. your dress was off the second you crossed your front door; there was no gentleness in the way he ripped it off you, but you barely had time to complain about the state of your dress before you were picked up and carried to the bedroom. jongho was quick to flip the two of you until you were on top and straddling his face. “you’re such a little slut, not wearing anything under your dress. is that what you wanted, hm? to get me all riled up like this?”

you moaned as your pussy made contact with his eager tongue. you smiled as he began to ravish you, enjoying the pleasure and the way your boyfriend seemed to lack any ounce of self control. you loved when he was like this. “yes,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as you succumbed to the pleasure. “and i am a slut, i’m your slut.”

jongho groaned. “that’s right. you are my slut,” he sucked on your clit. “now be a good slut for me and cum on my face.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — been meaning to do this forever;; the way i feel like every single member of ateez would be absolutely in love with their partner sitting on their face 😫 they’d eat that shit up (heheh😏)

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if only you knew (charlie kelly x afab reader oneshot) (smut!)

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tags: very cliche and short plot, mostly smut, charlie and reader fight, heat of the moment, charlie is kinda mean but his ultimate goal is to pamper reader, charlie is Feral for reader, rough-ish mdom, slight brat taming, praise, teasing, so much dirty talk, possessiveness, fingering, p in v

you have been a bartender at paddy’s pub for a while now. everyone you work with has grown to like you quite quickly. you do your job well, you bring in more regulars, and you’re a pretty likable, chill person in general.

the one wrench in it all is charlie kelly.

you don’t know why, but he doesn’t like you. whenever you’re in the same room together he does his best to ignore you specifically, and when he isn't you swear there are daggers in his eyes directed your way.

it’s all really strange because you don’t think anything ill of him. he’s a little weird, but charming. you even think he’s pretty attractive. but no one else seems to catch on or say anything, so you’re left wondering silently what’s wrong with you in his eyes, going about your business as usual. at least the rest of the gang seems to like you a lot.

one morning you’re in paddy’s getting things together for the day. you haven’t been there long, still nursing a coffee you’d picked up on the way and restocking the bar when you hear the door open. this is unusual, typically you are alone at this hour.

you look up quizzically and see charlie walking in by himself.

“oh hey, charlie.” you give him a polite smile. he notices you and awkwardly slows in his tracks, looking like he’s dreading even greeting you.

“oh.. yeah. hey, (y/n).” he replies dryly.

“you’re here early.” you point out casually. he lets out a sigh and rubs the back of his neck, starting to step backwards.

“yeah, uh.. i think i’ll come back later. s’ya..”

your face scrunches up in confusion and you frown, but before you can say anything or question him he is already out the door. you put down the container of maraschino cherries you’re refilling with a small huff. you don’t understand why he’s so unwilling to be around you. you really can’t stand it anymore.

and so you grab your things and decide to follow him. figuring he’s just heading back home, you start there, and you guess right. when you knock on the door to his apartment, he opens. he sees you and looks to the side with an air of exasperation, putting a hand on his hip.

“charlie..” you open your mouth to speak before he can say anything. you feel a little nervous but you do your best to hold your resolve to confront him, not wanting to be left in the dark any longer. it’s obvious he has a problem with you, and you need to know what it is. “i just.. i just have to ask you something.”

you can see his jaw tense slightly but he doesn’t stop you, and so you take that as a sign to continue.

“why don’t you like me?” you’re being vulnerable now and you have to resist the urge to cringe at yourself. he doesn’t say anything for a long moment, before he puffs air out of his nose and shakes his head.

“look, (y/n), there’s really nothing to talk about.” he replies, brushing you off entirely. “could you just leave me alone?” he says, his voice calm but with a biting undercurrent of something you can’t quite grasp. you recoil slightly, taken aback. you know he isn’t fond of you, but he’s never been so blunt about it before.

he starts to shut the door on you but without thinking you force your way past him and into his apartment. he scoffs, sharp irritation hardening his features. you meet his gaze with your own firm stare, determined, and try once more to get through to him. “i’m sorry, just- please tell me what’s wrong-”

“fuck off.” he cuts you off. your eyes widen and your jaw drops, staring at him as if he just grew a second head.

“excuse me?” you’re completely offended. he grits his teeth but doesn’t immediately reply, doesn’t even look at you.

“i don’t want you here.” he replies, clearly hoping you’ll just go away. you don’t. you can’t stand this anymore.

“no. i’m not leaving until you tell me what i’ve done to make you hate me so much.” you demand, stepping towards him. he huffs.

“i don’t hate you.” he bites out, finally looking you in the eyes. there’s an intensity there, frustration and something else you can’t quite place.

“yeah, well, you’ve been treating me like shit ever since i started working with you, i think i deserve some kind of explanation.” you insist, all your bottled up feelings coming to a head. he turns away from you, clenching his fists.

“for fuck’s sake, (y/n). you’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

“say what?” you take another step towards him and he casts you a dangerous glance.

“you want to know why i’ve been cold to you? why i try to keep my distance from you as much as possible?” he circles around and steps towards you now, a warning laced in his words.

“yeah, i do.” you hold his gaze and the muscles in his jaw clench.

“it’s because i fucking want you, (y/n). is that what you wanted to hear? it drives me crazy.” the words tumble out of him as if he can’t hold them in anymore. you stare up at him in complete shock.

“..w-what?” your voice is suddenly soft, your face scrunching up in confusion. as if he can’t control himself any longer he closes the distance between you until the back of your legs hit his futon, nearly stumbling backwards on it. you can feel your heart beating faster and your blood warming by the second.

“you just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” he lets out a big sigh, hanging his head. his hands twitch at his sides as if he was fighting the urge to touch you.

“i-i don’t-“

“you heard me, (y/n). i want you.” he lifts his gaze to look straight at you, his face inches away. his eyes search yours knowingly, as if he’s uncovering a secret you didn’t even know you held. the secret is that you want him too.

“you’re an asshole.” you lightly scoff and furrow your brows at him, but it doesn’t cover the awestruck look on your face or the sudden rosiness to your cheeks. a smirk curves at his lips and he shakes his head.

“then why are you here?”

your lips part but nothing comes out. you can’t reply. you can’t say that you don’t want him. but you’re too stubborn in this moment to confirm his suspicions and give him the satisfaction. noticing your silence, he gives you another chance. one of his hands comes up to cup your jaw, his touch warm and surprisingly gentle, almost reverent.

“just say the word and i’ll leave you alone, pretend this never happened.” he offers, his voice a low murmur that sends shivers down your spine. his thumb traces featherlight circles on your jaw and his gaze is soft as he waits for your reply, a far cry from the typical avoidant looks you’re used to from him. you just shake your head. he lifts your chin until your lips are only a breath apart.

“you want this?”

“..yes.”

a hint of a smile breaks his features somewhere between cocky and elated, overjoyed that you’re reciprocating his feelings and delighted that he got you to admit it. he savors the vulnerable look on your face for a second longer before he can’t hold himself back anymore and captures your lips with his own.

it’s hot and heavy right out of the gate. his arms wrap around you, one going around your waist to pull you closer and the other tangling in your hair to cradle your head. the way he kisses you, slow yet deliberate, passionate and hungry, instantly makes your knees weak. but luckily you don’t have to worry about standing upright much longer, not once his hands slide down to your waist and urge you back onto his futon, following after you until you’re laying down underneath him.

“you have no idea how much i’ve thought about this.” he rasps, his lips making a purposeful path down your neck, tongue and teeth dancing across your flesh.

“why didn’t you say something?” you huff, still miffed despite the arousal coursing through you.

“i’m not.. i’m not good at this sort of thing.” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, his voice slightly apologetic as his nose nuzzles against the space underneath your ear. he’s liked you pretty much as long as he’s known you, but he’s always been too scared to do anything about it. you ruminate on this explanation before his teeth sink a little harshly into the curve of your neck, letting out his lingering irritation.

“ow-“ you gasp softly as you feel a wave of heat rise in the pit of your stomach. the hint of pain from the bite turns you on more than you expected. “okay fine, but i don’t think acting like a dick is the best alternative.” you grumble, flustered. he pulls away slowly, glancing at the small mark he left on your skin with satisfaction before meeting your gaze, furrowing his eyebrows and giving you a stern look.

“i’m planning on making it up to you if you’d shut up and let me.”

“how?”

“making you cum, for starters.” he says matter-of-factly. you feel your cheeks grow even warmer.

“what a gentleman.”

“that’s right, i am.” he mutters before locking your lips once more. his fingers start to snake under your shirt. “take this off.” he demands gruffly. you hesitate, something holding you back. maybe you’re starting to like this little back and forth, seeing his reaction to your defiance. when you don’t immediately do as he says he pulls back again, his eyes dark.

“i’m gonna need you to drop the act before i drop it for you, princess.” he warns, his voice clear and even despite the fact that he looks like he wants to rip your clothes off. he’s wanted you for so long and now that he has you he isn't going to be patient about it. you stop hesitating, this rougher side of him turning you on.

“now, that’s better. atta girl.” he simpers, his features relaxing when you slip your shirt up and over your head followed by your bra. he leans in to whisper pure filth in your ear as his hands cup your newly exposed breasts, quickly making you delirious. “i can’t wait to fuck that brattiness out of you, you know that?” he punctuates his words by pinching one of your nipples between his fingers and you whimper. “make you forget all about the stupid jerk i’ve been, yeah?” he adds, a little more sincere.

“yes, please,” you nod eagerly, your thighs pressing together from arousal. he catches this and smirks to himself.

“you’re real easy now that you’re all needy, huh, baby?” he questions, peppering kisses along your neck as he rolls his thumbs over your nipples until they’re stiff. you whine, partly out of embarrassment and partly in agreement. one of his hands leaves your chest to slide down your front.

“let’s see how wet she is already.” he mumbles huskily as his fingers suddenly slip beneath your pants and panties to find your wet slit, making you gasp. you soak his fingers instantly and he growls lowly at the feeling. “fucking dripping.. what’s got you so turned on, sweetness?” he teases, looking down at you.

“y-you..”

“yeah? what about me?” he asks, watching you closely as he lightly strokes your clit with a fingertip. your lips part to say something but instead you just moan shakily as your hips arch into his hand in a silent plea for more. he chuckles and shakes his head.

“you know..” he starts, his other hand lifting your chin so that you can’t shy away before he leans in, pressing light, affectionate kisses to the apples of your cheeks. “i think you like it when i’m a little mean to you.” he grins, taking his hand out of your undergarments and bringing his shiny fingertips to his lips for a taste right before your eyes. the sight makes you breathless, and you almost forget to defend yourself.

“i don’t know what you’re-“

“shh, one second..” he interrupts you to take hold of your pants and panties, smoothly pulling them down and off. once they’re discarded on the ground somewhere he doesn’t hesitate to push your thighs apart, his gaze zeroed in on your pussy.

“don’t shush me..” you grumble meekly, blushing from feeling so exposed and vulnerable before him. he looks up only to give you an amused glance.

“you’re really still trying to argue?” he questions. before you can form a rebuttal, he interrupts again. “silly..” he chides, clicking his tongue. “i can see how much you love this.” he nods to the heat between your legs to prove his point, running a thumb through your slick folds. you shiver, your breath hitching at the contact. “you’re gonna let me do whatever i want, won’t you?” he can’t help but taunt you, knowing it’s riling you up even more.

“t-that’s not- ah!” you’re about to feebly deny this accusation (even though it’s true) when he suddenly spanks your pussy, making your body jump and your clit throb from the harsh yet delicious feeling. instead of tensing up after the fact your legs naturally spread even wider, which he gleefully takes note of.

“what a sight..” he muses, intensely satisfied with how responsive you are. before you can get your bearings again he slips one of his fingers inside of you and circles your clit simultaneously. “i need you to stop fighting me, baby. i just wanna make it up to you, make you feel good.” he coos hypnotically as he pumps his finger in and out, soon adding a second one. when your head falls back with a moan, he knows he has you. “can you do that? can you be a good girl for me?”

“yes..” you reply breathlessly.

“yeah? gonna let me take care of you? let me put you in your place like you need?”

“yes. charlie, please,” you whine, your hips jumping as he angles his pumping digits just right.

“that’s right. i knew you’d come around, huh?” he grins, his eyes dancing with wicked satisfaction as he watches you melt with pleasure. your head lolling back and your back arching off the futon, moaning all for him.

“do you like that, baby? you like my fingers?” he purrs. they’re thick and deep, filling you up so perfectly that you can’t think about anything else.

you nod almost frantically, whimpering as pornographic sounds of your wetness fill the air. you’re so turned on, it feels like your lower belly is already growing hot with the looming threat of climax. but suddenly, he stops. his fingers go still deep inside of you, teasing you with fullness and nothing more. he curls them, lightly stroking that sweet spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back.

“say it.” he commands, watching you. your eyebrows pinch together both from the sweet agony of being held at the precipice of pleasure and the embarrassment of what he’s making you do.

“yes, i love your fingers,” you breathe out, your lips curving into a pout. “please don’t stop..” you beg, arching into his hand desperately.

“aw, don’t worry, baby. i’ve got you.” he chuckles softly, resuming his magical touch. you melt back into the couch with a moan.

“thank you, thank you..” you babble gratefully. charlie lets out a laugh.

“look at that, remembering your manners,” he simpers, finger-fucking you steadily. you whine and clench around his digits, your back arching. “you gonna cum, sweetness? c’mon, let me make it all better..” he coaxes, his free hand sliding over your curves reverently before settling on your hip, holding you in place.

“fuck, charlie.. m’ so close..” you cry. he lets out a hum of satisfaction and leans in to place open-mouthed kisses and bites over your breasts, pumping his fingers faster.

“cum, (y/n). do it. that’s all i want.” he whispers, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone as he pulls back. he’s hovering over you now, his eyes half-lidded and his pupils blown wide as he watches your writhing form.

the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter, and you let your head loll as you climb towards that inevitable peak. you feel you’re about to explode when he grabs you by the jaw, forcing you back to face-level.

“eyes on me.” he rasps. there’s an intensity in his gaze, as if he doesn’t want to miss a single detail. you’re completely wrecked and it’s all his doing. you obey, and the added touch of dominance sends you flying over the edge.

you struggle to keep your eyes open and focused on him as the pleasure overwhelms you, making you shake and sob. when you’re orgasm starts to subside and you’re left rolling with the waves of wonderful aftershocks, charlie leans in to kiss you as if it was his last chance on earth. his mouth moves against yours in a passionate, hungry embrace that’s not easy to keep up with amidst the fog of pure bliss clouding your senses.

“so good, s’good for me..” he mumbles against your lips, his digits still slowly moving inside of you until he’s absolutely sure that you’re spent. he takes his fingers out, using them to circle your clit that still burns with sensitivity. “fucking soaked my fingers, baby.”

you shiver and your cheeks burn at his dirty words, your hips twitching with each featherlight, torturous brush on your heated flesh. but then he finally pulls his hand away, and you let out a long exhale of relief against his lips, not much more than a puddle of satisfaction. he wipes the remnants of your juices on your thigh and then braces both of his hands on either side of you, fully caging you in underneath him.

when he breaks the kiss to plant searing hot kisses along your jawline, your eyes dart greedily to the way his bicep flexes beside your head and the way his fingers dig into the couch. but his next words pull you out of your lustful stupor.

“how’re you feeling? can you take more?” he rasps hotly against your skin. “please say yes, (y/n). i need you.” he punctuates his words by pressing his hips into yours, both of you letting out little gasps at the contact. you can feel him through his jeans and it makes your stomach lurch with need. he sounds so desperate, his tongue and teeth grazing the delicate skin around your pulse point with an almost feral intensity as if he was struggling not to devour you right then and there.

“yes, god.. please charlie.” you’re still reeling from your orgasm moments ago but utterly consumed with desire, insatiable for him. he pulls back with a growl, not even having the patience anymore to tease you for sounding so ruined already.

charlie throws his shirt off, and your eyes trace the line of hair that forms a path from his navel and disappears into his pants as he takes hold of your legs. he folds them towards your chest, spreading you wide open before he quickly undoes his jeans and pushes them down along with his boxers. his hardness falls out heavily, your mouth practically watering and your core fluttering at the sight.

he takes himself in his hand and settles between your spread thighs, cursing under his breath as he presses the tip against your wet folds. he looks entranced as he stares down at you, pulling a whine from your throat as his cock swipes over your clit.

“you’re gorgeous..” his adam’s apple bobs visibly as he says this. on the surface it’s sweet, but a flame overtakes his irises that burns with possession. he’s sure you’re his already, but in case of any doubt he’s determined to fuck you thoroughly, to prove himself as the only one to satisfy you, the only one you’ll ever need.

he notches the head at your entrance, so close to breaching. “ready, sweetness?” he asks, and you enthusiastically nod. he pushes in, both of you melting into the sensation until eventually he bottoms out inside of you, your legs slotting snugly at his sides. goosebumps erupt on your skin, your jaw dropping and your toes already curling from how good he feels.

his hair falls in his face as he hangs his head, letting out labored breaths. “christ, (y/n). you’re fuckin’- you’re perfect.” charlie groans, his hands clenching into white fists on either side of you. you’re drunk with pleasure but your eyes are focused on him, drinking in how beautiful he looks.

“how’s it, lovely? filling you good?” he checks in, and his choice of words make you dizzy.

“so good, charlie, please-“ you whimper, rolling your hips up to meet his, inviting him that much deeper inside of you. he growls and grabs your side with one hand, pinning you down.

“‘please?’ how cute.” his eyes flash with dark satisfaction at the sight of you so needy for him, so shameless. “you begging me to fuck you proper, sweetness? is that what my girl needs?”

before you reply he tests the waters, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you just once. you mewl, opening up just a bit more around him. you want so badly to buck your hips, desperate for more but he ensures that you can’t. your head swims, already so far gone you hardly remember to ask for what you want.

“y-yes, fuck. need you so bad. please, please fuck me.” you practically sob out your reply, losing your sanity with the way his girth pulses hotly inside of you, stretching you deliciously. you’re so stuffed full it feels like there isn’t a single nerve inside of you left untouched, a single inch of you left unclaimed.

“mhmm.. i will, i will.” he soothes, beginning a steady, powerful pace. your eyes roll back into your skull as the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin fills the space. “that’s. fuck. ing. it.” he bites out, punctuating each syllable with a thrust that makes your whole body bounce underneath him.

you moan over and over. at this angle he’s hammering into your g-spot and hitting your cervix on each downward snap of his hips, igniting your every sweet spot until you see stars. you gush around him, surely making a mess. you’re so wet that there’s no doubt of how much you love this, how much you need this. and if that somehow isn’t proof enough, the way your hole is already twitching around him definitely is.

“sweet, slutty little pussy.” charlie huffs as he pounds into you, never letting up for even a second. “she’s so grateful. getting exactly what she needs, huh, baby?” you just nod and babble in agreement, feeling as if you’re floating out in space instead of on earth.

“yeah, needed my cock.” he sinks all the way to the hilt and grunts, pressing his weight into you. you cry out, your thighs quivering on either side of him. you’re panting for breath, the only thing on your mind how desperate you are for him to move again.

but before you can complain in earnest, he suddenly pulls out and rolls you onto your front. his hands dig hungrily into the fat of your hips as he guides you into position, raising your ass in the air. you’re still processing the sudden change of position, your brain seconds behind when he sheathes himself inside you again in one smooth motion, erasing any attempt you made at awareness anyway. he’s inside of you again, that’s all that’s important to your lust-drunk body.

your back arches beautifully and you let out a shuddering moan. he leans forward, one of his hands tangling into your hair and pushing your head down until your cheek smooshes against the couch. this makes you quiver around his cock, utterly unable to do anything but take what he gives.

he starts moving again, rutting into you from behind like an animal. it’s calculated, each sharp pump designed to make your body sing with ecstacy. but at the same time it’s feral, that little bit of selfishness creeping in and making his control wane.

“my cock. nobody else’s, right?” he picks up where he left off, his voice a deep growl. when you only mewl in response, he grips your hair tighter and leans in to speak directly in your ear, his chest pressing flush against your back. “right, (y/n)?”

your fingers claw into the sheets from how good he’s fucking you, absolutely brain dead. still, you scramble to form a response. hours ago you would have never imagined being in such a position with charlie, but now you’re convinced you need him to survive.

“yeah, needed your cock. just yours, love it so much..” you’re hardly coherent in your reply, constantly interrupted by sounds of pleasure spilling up from your throat.

“mhmm, and you’re taking it so well, baby. taking it like such a good girl.” he coos, letting up a little on your scalp. “my girl.”

you’re head feels heavy with pleasure, the praise making you feel so good. it scratches that itch in your brain, the reward center. you’re sure to get addicted. your legs tremble underneath you, a white hot flame erupting across your entire body as a second orgasm draws near.

“charlie, i need to-“ you’re almost doing a proper job at speaking when a particularly pointed thrust nearly sends you into orbit, reducing you to a mess once more. “need t’cum, need t’cum, charlie, please please please,” you chant dumbly, tettering on the edge.

charlie grunts, starting to succumb to his own impending climax as you tighten around him. “mm, god.. you don’t have to ask for it, sweetness. s’what i’m here for.” he wants to say more, to tell you how dedicated he is to making you feel good. to tell you how pretty you sound begging for it even if you don’t need to, how he loves how sweet and pliant you are like this, how adorably polite you become when you’re a desperate whore for pleasure, for him.

but his focus narrows down to a single point, the building sensations between you taking precedence. he looks down at where your bodies join and he watches you take him again and again, mesmerized. “i’m close too, angel. go on, squeeze my cock.” he pants, his voice breaking as he too approaches the edge.

one, two, three delicious thrusts more and you’re gone, close to weeping as he fucks you through your orgasm. a couple more thrusts, a couple more seconds of your cunt sucking him in so perfectly, and he’s right there with you, only slowing once he’s sure he’s spent every drop of his release.

you and charlie soon collapse into a sweaty heap on his futon, completely fucked out. your body vibrates with pleasure from your head to your toes like a warm glow, a deep sense of peace and contentment settling over you both.

after a bit he untangles himself from you, rolling onto his back and wrapping an arm around you to pull you close. you rest your head on his chest, your eyes closing as you settle back onto earth, bathed in comfort. you feel him shift and bring a hand to your face, brushing a gentle thumb over your cheek. you open your eyes to find him already staring at you with a mixture of tenderness and smugness.

“did i make it up to you?” he asks simply, an amused gleam in his eyes. your lips curve into a smile as you contemplate your answer. obviously it’s a resounding yes, but you can’t resist vying for more.

“hm.. i dunno. i might need more convincing.” you reply coyly. he snorts.

“oh, really?” he says in an exaggerated, sarcastic way, shaking his head. “slut..” he teases, unable to hide his smirk.

your jaw drops in mock offense and you lightly punch his arm. “am not!” you scoff, trying to be serious, but both of you soon dissolve into giggles. his head falls back against the pillow, letting out a gleeful laugh that brings you joy just by seeing it. once you settle, he looks down at you again with a soft grin, his dimples popping out.

“you’re cute.”

🌙~*~💫~*~✨~*~💫~*~🌙

[someprettyname]

✨GF FC INDIGO AWARDS 2024 PT. 1✨

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | winner's list | after party

Some points to note before you move to the event visualizer : 

🟣 My anchoring style is highly energetic and bubbly so you can imagine me doing a lot of hand gestures, changing pitch and tones of my voice, moving around on the stage a lot, etc. Hehe.  

🟣 The theatre/event venue has been engineered by the best engineers of the world, with the most modern technology. The petals of the lotus can close or open to hide or reveal the night sky. It can also change its colours. For tonight, it's indigo! ��

🟣 The "OUTFIT CHECK" were clicked in different places (according to where the member was spotted first) hence the different background. 

🟣Ignore the contradiction of same blue locker entering the scene multiple times, pretend there are a few copies of each member 🥰👍🏻

🟣 Ignore the outfit mismatch in the edits (any edit after the outfit checks please, our editing skills only go so far 🙏🏻 ) 

🟣 I didn't want to write too many dialogues on yall's behalf but I can't really bother you with every small detail, so I hope whatever dialogues I've made up are not too out of character! 

🟣 I highly suggest that you listen to songs as you keep finding them being embedded in links for added feels and extra hype! 🔥

🟣 The performances where multiple songs have been used is supposed to be a mashup. You can imagine the mashup to be as you please! The songs I've bunched together are for the sole purpose of creating a particular vibe, so as long as to they are fulfilled it's all good! 😌🤝🏻

🟣 The posts are scheduled at a gap of 3-4 hours each, this event is going to be spread throughout 2 or more days. Feel free to go feral in the comments/reblogs/community my mates. 🔥 

🟣 I hope you enjoy this! Tagging all the attendees here : 

@glue-thief  @getosugurusbangs @bueris @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma

@sid3buns @mariyumemi @pinkinsect @refrigeratedboombursts @satosuguhastakenovermylife 

@10renz0 @simp-simp-no-mi @boinin @sharkissm @milkteansugar 

@thebestsetter @merlucide @jujutsustraycats @kurona-theshark @nskiyuriz

@asarajaa @writingonthewalls1832 @hooudie212back @sadao-tsuki @milaisreading 

@8-xnny @licoririce @rinitoshisgirl @luvingshidou  @duckydee-0

@kuro-min @gojoracle @marcsnuffy @filecurropt0 @riririnnnn 

@wroophruh @sanaexus @melodiclune

*The camera zooms out to display the event venue*

*And zooms back in to the other side, revealing the red carpet*

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, reporting live from the Lotus theatre is Me, Nami/Miki and Soleil. The evening you'd be anticipating for so long is finally here! I welcome you all to the GF FC INDIGO AWARDS : a place where all your contribution and hardwork towards the club is acknowledged and appreciated! 

Soleil : Oh look! The guests are starting to arrive! 

Nami : Indeed! Indeed! I think it's about time we part to catch them in the spicy blue corner, eh? 

*We both give each other knowing looks, bump our fists and part ways.*

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.  .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Nami : Aaannndddd who do we have here? (*Grins*) HELLO FOLKS! GOOD EVENING! 

pinkinsect : HELLO! 

glue-thief : Good evening to you too! 

getosugurusbangs : 🎵~

Alexis : Nice to meet you! :> 

Nami : Nice to meet you too! (*nods in acknowledgement*) Did you know that you've stumbled upon what we call (*clicks fingers and the lightings around turn blue*) the spicy blue corner, where things get a lil' spicccyyy ( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Pinkinsect : 000:

Shidou : HOLY CRAP!!!!!! 🤩 SPICY BLUE!!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! 🤑🤠💥

Nami : *chuckles* yeah well, the fans are always curious aren't they? (*shuffles through some cards*) And the one who the fans answer from here is Val!! 

Glue-thief : 🫡🫡

Nami : It is a common knowledge that sometimes the sports shoes can't endure the torcher they are put through and the sole ends up coming apart. Gossips have it that one fine day when Isagi was trying to mend his shoe you stole his glue and ran away, what do you have to say about that? Legends say that he tripped on field later on because his shoe was half broken.

Glue thief : Isagi is one of the neo egoist league's top earners. he can buy more glue if he needs it. the glue i took from him wasnt even made for fixing soles 😒 

I, however, am still in the process of planning out my glue tower and bridge, and I.... am definitely not a top earner in the neo egoist league 💀

I have some stuff leftover that I figured wouldn't work well with by glue towering building endeavors. Some of that glue is ACTUALLY for sole-fixing. He should come talk to me if he needs some help smh. *side eyes a sheepish looking Isagi by his side* 

Nami : *giggles* Thank you for your time gentlemen, you can proceed this way, you'll be accompanied by a valet each to help you locate your seat! 

*All 6 of them then proceed to the main hall* 

(This is what the entry hallway looks like to those who proceed to the main hall after red carpet and spicy blue corner.)

💥 OUTFIT CHECK💥

[ L -> R

top - someprettyname, pinkinsect

Bottom - getosugurusbangs, glue-thief ]

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.  .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

*the camera cuts to Soleil* 

Soleil : Welcome! Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! You all look absolutely gorgeous tonight! ^_^

Galaxynajma : Hi Soleil! Good evening! 

Mariyumemi : heyo! 

Nagi : heyo! 

Simp-simp-no-mi - you look gorgeous too, miss Soleil! 🥹

Soleil : Well, as your usual reporter I've got some questions for miss Najma here before you all proceed! 

Najma : Shoot! 

Soleil : Rumors have it that you'd give up the ownership godship of a thousand galaxies just to be with Kaiser. Is this true? 

Galaxynajma: I had to give away a few . It was a promise to make sure Kaiser actually gets some therapy. It has worked ( shocking ) I know he’s doing a little better these days.

Kaiser : *definitely doesn't have heart eyes rn* 

Soleil : how heartwarming 🥹, thank you very much for your time, my ladies! Please proceed this way! 

*And just like all of them proceed with simp-simp-no-mi marvelling over their relationship and asking Najma a few more questions on their way*

💥 OUTFIT CHECK💥

[ L -> R

Top : soleilonthesun, mariyumemi

Bottom - galaxynajma, simp-simp-no-mi]

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.  .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

*Camera cuts to Nami*

Nami : (*dramatic gasp*) MY OH MY! LOOK AT THE ABSOLUTELY GLAMOROUS BUNCH I'VE STUMBLED UPON! Even the stars would be jealous of you ladies and gentlemen. (*amused fangirling noises*) 

Aryu : (*twirling a strand of hair*) GIRLFRIEND FC is ✨OSHA✨ (*looks certainly impressed* )

Satosuguhastakenovermylife : (*looking up at him*) I told you! 😁

10renz0 : yeah! That's who we are ~ 

Lorenzo : yeah! That's who they are ~ 

Nami : (*gasps again, hand on heart*) That was certainly a HUGE compliment to our community! We are glad you approve us Mr. ARYU 🥹👍🏻

Refrigeratedboombursts : (*walks up looking around*) I love the decorations here! 

Bachira : (*appears out of nowhere behind my back*) ME TOO! ME TOO! 😃🎵

Nami : (*flinches*) Oh- hi. HELLO BACHIRA! It's...(*blinks a little flabbergasted*).... definitely nice to see you. 

Refrigeratedboombursts : (*pulls him*) Yeah. Likewise, Nami. :D 

Nami : Well. Well! It's good that we're all gathered here, I can now ask you the questions the public has been curious about! 

Aryu : Hm. How glam. 

Nami : ( *chuckles*), This one's specially for Ash! 

Bachira : ohoho 👀🎵

Nami : Legends say that you still have marks from bee stings when Bachira took you for beekeeping once. Is this true? If yes, how is your healing process going? Did Bachira end up getting stung too?

Refrigeratedboombursts: Yes! My healing process is going fine, and so is Bachira's.

Bachira : ^_^ 🎵

Nami : That's quite relieving to hear! We've also been told that you both don't get along with your neighbours too much because you're often found blasting songs together at 2am in the morning. Is this true? In any case, keep vibing. We love ourselves some double m. Mischievous Member(s).

Refrigeratedboombursts: (*shares a knowing look with Bachira*) That's a secret, teehee~

Bachira : 🎵:3

Lorenzo : that looks fun. I should try that on Snuffy :0

[ We were later informed by their neighbours that this, indeed was true.] 

Nami : uh oh! Well well (*grins like (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)*) who am I to convince you otherwise ~ 

Aryu : (*judging hard*)

Nami : In any case, ladies and gentlemen! I won't hold you any longer! Please proceed this way! 

(*And they walk away too, with Bachira and Aryu bickering over Meguru"s not ✨OSHA✨ behaviour while the gf fc members chat away pleasantly* )

Nami : *Giggles* That was certainly fun. Ha! 

💥 OUTFIT CHECK💥

[ L -> R

Top : satosuguhastakenovermylife, 10renz0

Bottom : refrigeratedboombursts]

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.  .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Nami : My! My! Look at my daughter looking all pretty 🫶🏻

Bueris : Thank you mama! ^_^ 

Boinin : Yep! I like the design! Makes her look like a princess 😌

Nami : well well, you look nothing short of a queen yourself! And you too miss sid3buns! A perfectly classy couple as one would expect ^_^✨

sid3buns : Aww! Thank you! You look gorgeous too 🫶🏻

Nami : Do I? Thank you! <3 

Bueris : Yes mama! You look pretty! :D 

Nami : 🥹 Thank you, my daughta'! Now, that we are all here, let me welcome you to the...(*lightings turn blue*) spicy blue corner of the red carpet, where things get ✨ Interesting✨

Kurona : *is fascinated* oh :00 curious! Curious! 

Nami : *chuckles* well, there are some fan questions for our members that are especially high on demand, so we do the fans a service :3

Barou : *judging silently, looks unimpressed but is secretly impressed* 

Nami : And the ones we have questions for here is...(*shuffles through cards*)...oh! You Billy! 

Bueris : ����

Nami : But before that, where's Riri? Did you leave her behind? 

Bueris : No mama! Kira (@/merlucide) just wanted to have a...chat....with her. She said she'll come with the others! 

Nami : Ah! I see. Alright then. Onto the question! 

Nami : It's nothing to be afraid of, just that rumors has it that you have tried to murder a certain blond. Are those true? How are your relations with galaxynajma after that? 

Bueris : oh! hehe uh- rumours shoomurs, yeah! I mean no! no! no attempt on that... blond's life I simply forgot to press the break peddle when I saw him in the street 🫶 total coincidence 💞

my relations to najma are very friendly! I tell her about any interesting birds I see :)

Nami : Aww. It's okay! It was just a small mistake 🥰 we all mistakes sometimes don't we? 

Barou : *judging real hard rn*

Kunigami : *is secretly proud of Billy*

Nami : Anyways, ladies and gentlemen I won't keep you waiting anymore, you can proceed this way! 

*And just like that they all proceed to the main celebration hall too*

💥 OUTFIT CHECK💥

[ L -> R

top : bueris, sid3buns

Bottom : boinin ]

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.  .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Stay tuned for more upcoming interviews...

[ organiser : @/someprettyname

script writing credits : @/someprettyname

proofread by : @/melodiclune

editing credits : @/soleilonthesun ]

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

Charlie's corruption arc ✨😈

aka Broken Crown AU inspired by this post because I’ve been thinking about it intensively. So, I believe Charlie's villain arc would start with a great feeling of relief. Imagine: it's been a week since the final battle; it's been a week when Charlie hasn't been able to sleep at night. Others think she's still grieving, but the truth is different. Every night, Charlie cannot fall asleep because she's trying to cope with the relief she felt the second Adam died. She was the one who at first stopped Lucifer from finishing him, just because killing Adam didn't seem right. But when Niffty actually did it, despite everything, it felt right. It felt good.

After weeks (months?) of looking for a way to stop Adam from committing genocide against her people, after being bullied and humiliated by him, after witnessing how an unjust system enabled his despicable actions while ruthlessly punishing others for far lesser crimes, she finally, for the first time, felt like she had any agency. Just like that, her loved ones were finally safe. They could all breathe again, and all it took was a small act of violence against the person who fully deserved it. This realization changes her. While she doesn't intend to do such things in the future, she can no longer deny that exercising brutal power can be the best solution when dealing with certain kinds of people. This is the very first thing she hides from Vaggie. Not because she's scared of her judgment but because these ideas are so against her own moral values it is simply scary to put them into words.

Maybe I would be capable of killing someone in cold blood. Maybe I'll have to do it one day.

But Adam's dead, so they are safe, right? And she won't ever have to make a choice like that again. That's some reassurance.

And then, Niffty is killed by Lute. Just like that—Lute teleports to Hell by night and slaughters her in revenge because why wouldn't she? Who would have stopped her?

It obviously hits everyone hard—they just lost another friend. But Alastor? Alastor loses his fucking mind. He goes completely feral, yelling at Charlie and blaming her for everything.

What kind of incompetent fool shows their enemy mercy and lets them live long enough to get vengeance? I cannot believe I thought you could be a competent leader. You are just a fucking child. You are all a bunch of idiots.

Charlie goes through a complete meltdown because she knows he's right. If she had the guts to finish Lute or at least asked Vaggie or Lucifer to do so, Niffty would be alive. She's crying, choking on tears; she feels like a hopeless failure, but Alastor does not give her a break. He seems so infuriated she thinks he would kill her. Fortunately, Lucifer and Vaggie intervene. Lucifer puts Alastor back in his place by essentially beating the shit out of him. Vaggie takes Charlie out to calm her down. She insists that if it's anyone's fault, it's hers because she was the one who spared Lute, but Charlie knows that it's a lie. Vaggie would have killed Lute if not for Charlie's convictions. She fails, and she fails all over again, and it seems like she can't escape the evil. It's her responsibility to face it on equal terms. Otherwise, she won't be able to protect her loved ones.

After this incident, both Lucifer and Vaggie insist on kicking Alastor out of the hotel. He's too dangerous, too unpredictable. We can't allow him to treat you like this. We don't even need him anymore; there's nothing an Overlord can do that the King of Hell can't.

But that's not the truth. There's something Alastor can do that Lucifer can't: play the game. And now, grieving another of her friends, Charlie realizes she needs a teacher if she wants to stop pieces.

I have like 0 time to write the proper fic but I had to get these out of my system because holy shit I love coming up with elaborate plots I'm not able to execute. Maybe talking about it will somehow scratch the itch.

Also tagging @purrpleowl because she expresses her interest in this idea.

[lokorum]

Pls rant about non romance cole…he’s my favorite character in anything, ever and it feels so sad that we never got to have a deeper relationship w him. Like the mechanics/possible lore of having a romance with a spirit are so tantalizingly interesting but no…also doubting we will see him in veil guard which leaves me so so broken …

*looks at their pile of unpacked feelings about cole*

so ૮( ◡̀_◡́)ა where to start....................

first of all uh! im not good at talking! that's why i draw phphp but i'll try my best to resurrect my memories from 2014 and share it with you!! sorry if it will sound weird, english is not my native language! 

well WELL from the begining then. i remember spending hours  more like days hhhh thinking about how weird and cool the recruiting scene with cole is? later when he is already with the inquisition, our party is either on guard around him or kinda treats him like he is helpless and needs special attention or guidance or something like that? demonising someone like him or framing them as in need of help are like textbook behavior ofc and im not here to be a hater, i just noticed it? moments with solas and varric fighting over him like a divorced couple are super cute for sure!!

but i remember being confused because excuse me, out of all of them, this guy??, this feral bat that is chilling on the ceiling like it's a lounge-zone inside Lucius' head, created especially for him?

he is confident. also a little bit nervous, a bunch mysterious and just ghostly cool. but also confident. (im not saying this confidence is not misplaced sometimes btw x) he even tells you that if you'll leave your head you'll die! what a jokester (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

and the whole quest with templars and envy are soooo horror coded, i love it!! it looked a bit silly, sure

(even after so many years im not able to get rid of the image in my brain phphphp) 

but it's still a very interesting quest!! dorian is ✨the bestie✨ but i'm always picking templars bc the implications of the story are just so good

1. its placed at the beginning of the game and your character is probably confused and anxious and dont yet worked out the routine of how to deal with their new title\powers + not every inquisitor character would want to be in the spotlight.

imagine you suddenly got yourself into position where a lot of people looking up to you, listening to what you saying, placing their hopes on you or waiting for you to fail? this is terrible! id 1000% just jumped out of a cliff!!! a small one, but still 

2. you meeting the guy who basically came from a place you now have unlimited access to.

he is: a) almost as confused as you are b) possibly came to this world without knowing consequences of that decision c) along the way he is figuring out how to be himself in the environment that is nothing like where he used to live. wow thats just like forced immigration *nervous laugh*

3. and let's not forget that you are meeting him inside your head and you can say to him "you look familiar".

dont know about you but apparently i dont need much to start screaming ¯(ツ)/¯

also can i just spend the moment to say that this is three (3) identical dialogue options??????????

the screenshot is from here btw

how awesome would it be to be able to figure out stuff together? to find comfort in someone, with someone who barely experienced it this way? to build on your strong sides? like "hope" for cole and i guess "unhingedness" for the inquisitor? i bet they would ground each other easily as well: cole distracting inq by being unintentionally mischievous and inq would have a notepad with cole's "firsts ____" or they would just read together. oh im such a sucker for hurt\comfort\some things cant be healed stuff uaaaaaaaaa

ALSO THE "FORGET" THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the drama the horror the tension!!!!!!!! you can fight me over this but heres the thought:

cole being so stressed that he is erasing\being on the edge of erasing the inquisitor's memories??????

i got the feeling that cole's confidence in the concept of "help" is, among other things, makes him being able to zoom in on something borderline obsessively? or vise versa - dismissively, not noticing "it hurts, its not for the better"? he thanks you when you promise to kill him, he cries when you do not. i swear this man (─ ‿ ─)

+quick addition bc im not entirely sure: so if i got it right, the anchor makes the inquisitor "too bright" to read? so among all the people we know about inq is the one that cole can't truly empathise on this lvl? on spiritual lvl you might say lsdkjflksdjflkj sorry!!!!! but jokes aside,this is like the perfect ground to build both comforting stories 

"someone from the party notices that cole is hanging near inq before inq do, and when asked he explains it by saying something like "dry warm skin. the air is stilled with quiet, easy to breathe. i followed the shining whispers and then i was followed no more" with the most plain face possible? "

and "today for lunch i have glass" kind of stories, like "the inquisitor is cornered and possibly bleeding and probably on the verge of passing out and they know that situation is bad and no one should follow/find them, "it's better to wait it out and deal with it on my own" kind of clown behavior. so they laugh tiredly at how pathetic they are, maybe remembering something similar from their childhood, remarks from their sibling for ex., and just trying their best to not think about how they need cole's help, cole's presence. the sense of safety that comes when he is around" 

uh!!! that wasnt neither quick or painless so i'll go make a tea wait a second please

im back!! so since i talked about the forget thing i must confess - i dont really like cole's personal quest???? again, im not complaining or anything but i remember feeling kinda empty while playing it? like deep inside me, there was something sad, but it was so far away,i coudn't even feel it properly?

both human and spirit versions of his ending made me feel like the distance between you and him lengthened, and maybe you could do something about it before but now? this "something" is missing and you're lost and can't even tell for sure if theres was a chance to do something in the first place? and cole just moved on? its super logical considering he is not a romance option but phphph so, i rarely romance someone in games, partly bc rpg tends to be a little horny and im that kind of ace who is not interested in this, partly bc i tend to pay attention to non-romanceable characters, so when i started to explore last da:i dlc and i saw cole having gf i was like "well ouch".

imagine your inq has a crush on cole but they never were able to say it clearly?

mb it was a melancholic slowburn, and your character was going through too much and felt like burdening cole with their problems would be unfair?

maybe they tried but the timing was wrong, the words felt stupid, and their hands felt too dirty, too guilty?

oh anon its been ten years and its still huuuuuurts!!!! if you following me for a while you know that im an edge lord in poor disguise so its not surprising for neither you or me that i ended up rumbling about inexplicable sadness and crushing existential guilt, but sorry for that anyway!! if anyone would want me to talk about something specific, or to draw something - im here, staring at the wall, listening to cole's banter :') thank you for the wonderful question tho, it was more than just nice to return back to this ship. im so agreeing with you about cole being the fave character from everything, but i also understand that this could mean being very unsatisfied with the way he was portrayed at some points or just with the fact that characters like him are rare so im sending you warm and tight hugs and a little sketch!! <3 

let's collectively accept the fact that dav gonna be a beautiful mess, we gonna love it (passionately), we gonna be hurt by it (not surprisingly) and COLE FOREVER WILL BE THE BEST DA CHARACTER EVER IM NOT GONNA CHANGE MY MIND FIGHT ME

[spookitordukeit]

Guys I am so very very insane.

I have so many ideas for so many stories running laps in my silly little brain over and over and the moment I start writing one idea, another two pop up beside it. Oh I am so ill. So feral. I am unwell. I need to write them down. NOW.

Okay-

1) I’ll put this one up first since it’s almost mermay, but I’ve had this idea for months.

Silly little MC gets pressured to go on a fun little boating trip by friends. (Bad friends) Unfortunately, MC has ✨thalassophobia✨ stuff happens and ‘friends’ decide it would be so ha ha funny to push MC off the boat as a little prank. News flash. MC has always been scared of water. Mc never learned how to swim.

Yada yada, Mc panics, starts to drown, hears clicking or something and is suddenly back on the boat gasping for breath. Orca Sans is not happy to have humans drowning in his waters. He is also not happy to have ‘friends’ polluting his waters with their trash. He had been following them because they kept throwing their shit overboard and then they threw over a while ass human. The man’s is not happyTM.

Anyway, she ends up passed out and her friends take her home, she wakes up the nest day thinking it was all just a weird dream, especially since no one but her seems to remember it, they said she passed out from the heat. After all, Monsters had emerged from the mountain a few years ago, she probably was just having funky fever dreams.

…On a whim, she goes to the dock closest to where her friends had their boat. Even if it was just a dream, the worst that can happen is she ends up looking silly.

Nothing happens and she ends up staring up at the moon, listening to the water hitting gently under the dock. It’s dark enough where she can pretend the water isn’t water and is just the night sky under her feet. She recalls a vague song, but it’s blurry she doesn’t remember where she heard it. There’s no words to it, just musical notes. On a silly whim, she sings in the quiet darkness.

It’s only when she finishes that she opens her eyes, finding two white eyelight staring back at her.

Thinking of calling it Learning Your Song.

2) I really really love the anti-harem concept, especially like There’s Still Magic by RosesCry and I’d love to write one myself! I have the idea of a whole verse for this one- I’d call is NexusTale or NexusHub and It’d be this one huge nexus where all the aus emerge from their mountains. I’m thinking it will be the first original verse lord wise. And other verses just continuously show up, many of them leave to go create their own Home AUs once their free, but may also stay.

MC has a… troubled home life to say the least. I can’t say much about this without spoiling it, but her and her sister live together, MC owns the house but she may as well be a freeloader with the way her sister and the skeles act. Oh yeah- did I mention MC’s sister invited a whole gaggle of skeletons to come live with them without asking MC?

It’s not like she could say no— they’re all newly emerged from the underground and don’t have a place to call their own, her and her Kindness couldn’t just leave them to the wolves… I Have Many Ideas For This One— I think I’d call it Shades Of Green or something.

3) okay so hear me out- Blue joins the Bad Sanses but with horrendous ✨trauma✨ Blue is with the Stars, and he does his best! He really does! But even his best isn’t enough most times. And people need him— people will die and suffer needlessly if he rests for even just one moment— so he must keep going! Dream is always there to give him a searing hot boost of energy whenever he’s falling behind. And who is he to complain if it makes his marrow feel like it’s boiling him from the inside out? If it feels like his soul is filled with churning, molten lava? If all he can think of is fight fight fight— anything to get rid of this feeling.

Why does Killer keep asking him weird questions? What does he mean he thought Blue would be too out of commission from mourning to fight?

…When was the last time he saw his brother…?

I’m thinking of calling it, When Dreams Turn To Nightmares. I also want to up the anti by having Nightmare somehow be able to transfer a little bit of his power to the boys?? Making them like demi gods??? Idk I’ll figure it out

4) okay okay— UnderFell soulmate Au where the first words your soulmate says are somewhere on your skin. I know I know, it’s been done many time but LISTEN- Monsters emerged from the mountain like five years ago and very quickly took over, humans are lower class and the world over all is pretty sucky. MC lives in a shitty run down apartment and works a shitty job. She has two marks, one on each of her wrists like shackles.

She’s working at her job at the gas station one day, tired, hungry and ready to go home when the captain of the royal gaurd and the freaking judge walks in. She’s panicking because two of the most powerful and dangerous Monsters are within killing distance of her, as she should. She does her best not to make eye contact with either of them as they loudly walk through the aisles, but, inevitably, The Judge comes over to the checkout and she can’t ignore him— no one ignores the judge.

Red says something probably along the lines of “what? cat got yer tongue?” And MC freezes mid scan of an item, the words on her left wrist burning against her skin for a brief moment.

She looks at him with utter horror and Edge walks, excuse me— stomps over with some snappy demand like “WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG, HUMAN? WERE VERY BUSY!”

And then the words on her right wrist start burning and all she can do is mutter out “This can’t be happening.”

Both the boys freeze for a long moment and MC flees out the back door.

I’m definitely calling this one Shackled By You Words, Collared By Your Love. Because yeah it’s UnderFell, there’s collars lol. MC has one that she wears that she fills with her own Intent to keep Monsters away. Not that it works very well.

5) I reeeeeaaaallly want to do a dark fic 😔 I think writing a Yandere Edge would be really interesting. Not in a ‘I’ll kill anyone who looks at you’ but more in a ‘I’ll steal you from the forest and take you home where you will never leave because I only I can keep you safe and you will never want to leave.’ Kinda way.

So MC is a skeleton creature of some sort, not sure which yet. She lives in the forest alone, without a pack. Her pack was… lost. They had been taken from their homes once, and she got free. But now she is alone, and has been for many years.

She had her den and she protects the forests creatures from hunters, many of which do not leave alive. One day she catches a familiar scent, and with her soul racing and the inside of her skull screaming that she’s found them! They came back! They escaped! Family! Pack! Pack! Pack! She races through the trees and follows the scent, skidding into a clearing with an elated yell of welcome, only to stop short and have the words die in her throat.

The monster that stands shocked in the clawing is not her pack.

Fear, grief and rage well up in her soul and instead of running the monster out or killing him for trespassing in her forest, she runs. She runs all the way back to her den and burrows herself into the deepest parts of her nest while her soul tries it’s best to tear itself apart. The brief hope that had surged in her soul leaves her more broken then she was before, her kind is not meant for isolation. She so horribly, painfully alone…

She doesn’t leave her den for days, creatures of the forest bring her food and water, and stare worriedly at her until she accepts them, wolves bring her fresh kills and rabbits snuggle into her sides. The forest is worried, and yet she can not bring herself to move. She is alone.

Prey animals scatter and Predators growl in warning when a figure emerges from the trees. MC looks up in shock and fear as the monster from before pauses in the little clearing of her home. Anger quickly stomps out her fear as the monster is surrounded, she pulls herself from her den and growls at the intruder who dares to invade her home.

The Skelton monster does not look worried for his well being despite the wolves, bears and even a great moose surround him. The forest hisses with anger.

Somehow it deescalates and Edge ends up coming to the forest quite frequently. He is observant and quiet but he’s kind and sh is so very alone. She attaches to him quickly, missing him when he’s gone and chattering endlessly the moment he’s there. She shows him her den, shows him her nest, shows him the wonders of her forest and tells him of her darkest memories.

Memories of white labs and cold voices and the whines of her pack from behind separated walls. Memories of escaping along with another, but losing sight of him along the way. (Sometimes she thinks she can smell him on Edge… but that’s just her head playing tricks on her.)

…When she wakes up from a nap that leaves her groggier then normal, she’s a little disoriented. But not for long. The place she finds herself is unfamiliar, but Edge is not.

She can’t do anything but stare at the monster in front of her in silent horror, a cold pit in her stomach as her shaking hands grip onto the collar around her neck.

Idk what if call this tbh.

Sigghhhhhhhhh. So yeah, that’s all my ideas so far. Any of them strike your fancy?? Lemme know! I’ve already got five fics going, what’s five more?!

*sobbing*

[blacksailskmeme]

Black Sails Kink Meme 2024 Round Up: April

Hello again!

I'm excited to say that our little event now boasts 117 prompts and 17 fills as of this post!

As I said, I’ve decided to do a round up post for each month the kink meme is live, showcasing those fills submitted to the collection monthly. So here ya go, all the fics submitted in April gathered in one place for your convenience and enjoyment! 😌✨

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used, SilverFlint, Silver/The Walrus Crew, 5654 words

(For PROMPT #70: Drunken orgy on the beach but this time is the Walrus Crew members. Flint doesnt have a chance to escape because it started while he was in the little hut on the beach. He emerges to see the crew passing Silver around and gets extremely flustered and jealous. Then he gets pulled into the madness.)

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her eyes red with wine, her teeth white with milk, MaxAnne, 978 words

(For PROMPT #93: I'd like some MaxAnne period sex please, Max has cramps and good girlfriend Anne helps her by getting her off. Bonus points if Anne looks a bit feral with her fingers/mouth covered in Max's blood and Max gets Extra Horny because of it)

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Opportunist, SilverFlint, 6197 words

(For PROMPT #105: cw necrophilia + cannibalism) silver kills flint on skeleton island and either fucks his corpse or eats him. or maybe both. (bonus points if he has conflicted feelings, he enjoys it but feels guilty)

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When The Monster Finds You In The Dead of Night, SilverFlint, 6319 words

(For PROMPT #103: cw noncon: Silver gets caught by Vane and Jack at the wrecks. They throw him in the tent instead of Max. While Vane is gone, the crew have their way with Silver. Flint catches Max on her way out of the brothel and convinces her to help him rescue Silver. Flint has many conflicting feelings about the state that he finds Silver in, and the information he still needs from him. Bonus if Flint is surprisingly good at aftercare.)

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Arrows of Desire, FlintVane, 1896 words (1/4 chapters complete)

(For PROMPT #116:

Flintvane, dubcon, modern college au

Flint is there on an athletic scholarship, because he’s poor but he’s Good. Vance is there because his stepdad Teach is rich and pushed him to be the best. Maybe Vane runs track, maybe Flint does rowing, idk. But they’re young and proud as fuck and frenemies. Vane is Very Straight and has a drama-filled on-again, off-again thing with Eleanor that is the source of a lot of campus gossip. Flint doesn’t do That Kind Of Thing with anyone apparently, but maybe as a freshman he had a relationship with Thomas who was a senior, who then left after graduation.

Vane starts getting up in his space, brushing against him in ways that could be excused at accidental…except that they keep happening. Flint says nothing. Vane’s advances get more invasive in the locker room and dorm— squeezing his ass, pinching his nipple, palming his crotch. Flint says nothing, Vane says a lot of dirty shit. He steps it up a notch— hard slaps to Flint’s ass, hard kisses, rubbing against him until he’s hard.

One day, Vane slips into the shower behind him when he’s all worn out from practice. He jerks Flint off and fucks his thighs while he’s too exhausted to protest. The next day, he shows up at Flint’s dorm room to fuck with him more, and Flint snaps. He pushes Vane down and fucks him hard with no regard for his wishes.)

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Thanks again to all of our April contributors! Here’s to more unapologetically smutty, kinky fills for May~~ 🥳🥳

[sketch-guardian]

Hiii! I’m the same person who asked for the headcannons about the new classmates but I just wanna know if you’d ever be comfortable to post headcannons about all the classmates with a child mc who sees them as older siblings or parental figures. If not I totally understand!! I just wanted to ask since I live for found family tropes and I’m starting to get obsessed with your ocs 😋

I hope you’re doing well!! <33

Hello again!💜I'm fine, thank you for asking☺and I hope you are doing well too✨I'm happy that you're starting to like my OCs! You flatter me😳and don't worry, your request is perfectly valid😌so I hope you enjoy the result:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A CHILD MC WHO SEES THEM AS A PARENT/OLDER SIBILING FIGURE"

DEMYA

Demya has a soft spot for kids, in the sense that, seeing them as frail creatures, she considers them in need of protection and care, this however doesn't change the fact that she still remains a bit feral by nature, especially due to the way she was raised, so every now and then Demya could be seen carrying child MC by the collar of their shirt with her teeth or some poor unfortunate soul could witness MC attached to Demya's back like a koala while she runs on all fours. In any case, Demya would be a great, playful, energetic big sister, who would hunt for the best food to share with child MC. Plus in her heart, Demya would love to have an offspring in the future, so she would be thrilled if MC saw her as worthy of a such an important role and would do anything both not to disappoint and to protect them, Demya doesn't want to lose her family a second time after all...

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra may not seem the best with children on the surface, given his rough and harsh attitude, however living with Mobim has accustomed him to looking after another living being and therefore it wouldn't be too surprising to see him with Mobim and child MC in tow, like a mother hen with her ducklings. Domnra would at first be stunned by MC's view of him as an older brother/father, especially since he doesn't think of himself as a reassuring figure, however he would be quietly touched by the sentiment, it would remind Domnra of the times he cared for other soldiers back in his day as an angel, therefore he would promise to protect child MC at all costs, just like Mobim, to raise them and teach them to defend themselves. Speaking of Mobim, for child MC, Mobim would be like a little sibiling to play with

AZUL

Azul is a born entertainer and his characteristic of changing color depending on his mood attracts a lot of attention, therefore he would have no problem dealing with children or people in general. Having also raised Demya in a certain sense, since he taught her to read, write and essentially civilized her, Azul would feel a little nostalgic for the good old days and would behave in an attentive and caring manner, while still remaining fun, maybe a little clingy, he would definitely start ugly crying if child MC called him big brother or dad. Azul would also hang child MC's drawings everywhere if they were to make them, showing them off to everyone

ZURI

Zuri would prove a little hesitant at the beginning, not considering herself the best role model or exactly loving enough for child MC, in fact she wouldn't understand why child MC considers her suitable for such role, given her stoic nature, however Zuri wouldn't bear to disappoint their expectations and therefore over time she would get used to the new dynamic. For Zuri it would be more natural than expected to take care of child MC, having done the same with Azul and Domnra after their fall from grace and over time Zuri would realize that she enjoyed having child MC by her side, like a found family. Zuri would sew tailor-made clothes for child MC and fix their stuffed animals with patches in case of tears, as well as buy several gifts

ODON

Although Odon scares most living beings with their imposing and eldritch presence, it seems that animals and young people are curious about them and tend to hover around Odon, as if they understood Odon has truly changed for the better and trusted them. Odon would be intrigued by child MC and although puzzled by their desire to be in their company, Odon would be flattered and not at all bothered, they would also engage in telling stories and seeing MC play with their eye-like creatures. Odon has never had a family, so the fact that child MC sees them as an important member of their found family would make Odon feel accepted and at peace. Child MC, in Odon's presence, would be the safest child in all of Devildom and they would do various activities together, such as reading, visiting museums, Odon would also carry child MC on their shoulders, being very tall. Odon likes to attend child MC's tea parties as well

REMIEL

Remiel, despite her somber attitude, knows how to handle children quite well, because it unfortunately happened more than once in the course of her celestial duty that she had to help children's souls reach the afterlife, lost and afraid, with only her to guide them towards the light. Remiel is very patient and has both a soothing presence and a soft voice, so from a logical point of view, she could understand why child MC bonded with her, even if Remiel would wonder why they chose her, when surely there were other more appropriate choices. Having trouble understanding feelings and being quite dense, nurturing child MC could help Remiel comprehend the human world better and experience genuine sensations she has never felt before. Remiel would also like to introduce child MC to her parents, to include them and make them feel even more part of the family, as a little sibiling or child, hoping Azrael and Death don't intimidate child MC too much with their appearance. Remiel would be good at putting child MC to sleep, cradling them with her wings

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel isn't used to interacting with humans, being often busy with celestial matters, so he would be pleasantly surprised to have attracted child MC's attention, especially considering his frequent quietness. Nathaniel would be an excellent teacher and would help child MC with homework and other matters, even difficult ones, specifying how important it is to solve them without the use of violence when possible. The concept of family may be foreign to Nathaniel, but being a very patient angel, he would be glad to walk on such journey of growth alongside child MC, experiencing the joy of raising them. Nathaniel would be chill, but still protective of child MC and would be willing to accompany them to explore and discover both the Celestial Realm and Devildom. Nathaniel would also likely teach child MC his way of communicating only through gestures

URIEL

Uriel isn't exactly a loving type and as a warrior angel, she is more used to fighting than looking after others, so at the beginning, rather than taking care of child MC, it would almost seem as if she were training them, almost like a soldier, obviously not overdoing it, given that they are still a child. It would take Uriel some time to get used to such a dynamic, but over time she would start to feel proud of having been chosen to represent such an important role, the fact that child MC looks up to her would slowly soften Uriel's edges. Some activities that Uriel and child MC would do together would be fighting with fake swords, in which Uriel would lose only to boost MC's self-esteem and fly embraced by her safe arms while doing cool tricks, at a safe distance from the ground. Uriel would also be quite strict when it comes to rules, so she would find a way to make them more bearable and manageable for child MC

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

The Final Eras Tour (Vancouver Night 3)

Live Updates from Swift Stream Reacts w Me:

p.s. thx Folkleric for the Stream ;-) & TStourtips for a journey

So far: Yes they are filming, yes the outfits are the same as the previous two nights, yes we’re all emotional! Nothing but clowns (as of TTPD)…

Quick Total Summary:

Lover:

Bodysuit: Gold & Blue

Let’s me see your hands🏳️‍🌈🙌🌈

PROVE IT!🌉

“The Man” Jacket: Black

Guitar: Blue

“Lover” Speech: Normal (+ final night😭)

Set: Usual (no Archer)

✅

Fearless (TV):

Dress: Silver & Black

🫶

👏👏

Set: Usual

✅

Red (TV):

Red Shirt: “This is NOT Taylor’s Version”

✌️🎩😍

Kam WANEGBT: “For the LAST time! No!”

🖕 the patriarchy ;-)

“ATW10” Speech: Usual, (perfect for the final night… & friendship bracelet Swifties🥹)

Set: Usual

✅

Speak Now (TV):

Dress: Champagne/“Bagel”

😉

Set: Usual (no Long Live)

sry Swiftbowl…

✅

Reputation:

Suit: Gold

☝️✌️3️⃣LGB!!!⚡️

🫨No way!😏

⛪️

Oh no! She can’t come to the☎️ right now☠️

Set: Usual

Clowns?.. Were the graphics different?

✅

Folkmore/Everlore:

Dress: Berry

“Betty” Speech: Usual (escape place in my mind… maybe Gardens? Lol seriously the “I’m normally the main character“ joke we love her)

PS The happy birthday plot is precious

“Champagne Problems” Speech: Usual (the day after I wrote folklore (genius)… now look here we are together one last time (that’s me thinking out loud here lol))

💖crowds 13 count starts*💖

Champagne Problems Cheer: 3.03.57

Fan project(s)? — it worked… I lost Swifties…

🔦🥹💡💫😭🕯️💛🧡🤎

Willow Cloak: Brown(?)

Set: Usual (cardigan, not note or song)

…was there accidental fireworks? August? Stream?… idk lol. Lights are either being super weird or totally normal lol…

✅

1989 (TV):

Top: Yellow

Skirt: Red

Sydney!

… some guy had great hair apparently😂

You forgive you forget but you never let it go, cause she wasn’t doing anything stop! And these flames seem high if you ask me lol.

Set: Usual

Was it a new combo? — No. We got book clowned lol. (But if was green we’d all go feral😭)…

✅

🥂😭What a shame she’s fucked on the head they said 🤷‍♀️😜😉

The Tortured Poets Department:

Dress: Ruining my life

Accessories?: White gloves, White necklace (no button problems today lol)

OH MY GOD SHES HAVING HER BABY—wait shes not!

How’s our Roomba? — perfect!

Hi, Jan Malone! (seriously how did it get me again lol)

Smallest Man outro/ICDIWABH intro?.. Yep!🫡👠

“ICDIWABH” Two-Piece: White

“ICDIWABH” Jacket: White

More!

Kam Count: “1,2,3,4!”

Set: Usual (no Florida, no Postie)

(No Travy)

✅

Acoustic Set:

Dress: Purple✨💜

Guitar: A Place In This World x New Romantics

Piano: Long Live x New Year’s Day x The Manuscript

Announcement/Guest/Mashup insanity? Clowns & perfect!

Total albums: 5

Total number of songs (4 the masterminds): 5

✅

Midnights:

“Anti-Hero-Tee” Dress: Multi

GET IT OFF MY DESK!!!

Taylor you’ll be fine! (I love when she says hi to both crowds)

“Midnight Rain” Bodysuit: Chevron

Midnight rain countdown (pose) 3 2 1️⃣ 👋

🔪💄🪑(her smile at the end!)

✨Nice!💃 (we’re going out tonight ;-)🤗 the Kam hug🥹😭💖

There using drones to film🤔

“Karma” Jacket: Maroon

Karma is the?… “guy on the CHIEFS”

Set: Usual (was it more orange lol?)

✅

✨Bow:👏

💐 And once this is filled this will have been the Best day, end of an Era & start of an age… THANK YOU TAYLOR🫶 We Will REMEMBER!!! Thank you Swifties, you made the friendship bracelets! Thank you dancers: Kam, Jan, all of yall! Band! Backup-singers! Designers! Crew! Tech! Gracie!!. just thanks everyone… THANKS EVERYONE!!!

[vcrnons]

hello j!

relate your mutuals to svt songs go!

Mutuals as SVT songs, let’s GOOO<3

- @ikigaisvt : circles. i’ve said once and i’ll say a hundred times that sammy is, to me, like if a comfort blanket was a person. i play circles so often that it’s possibly gonna be in my top 5 on spotify this year, and every time i need to be reminded that everything’s going to be okay, it’s my go-to track (of any artist i listen to, not just svt). something about it just brings me such a warm, calming feeling from the deepest parts of my soul, and that’s what sammy means to me too. i genuinely cannot scream about her incredible nature enough, and even if i could find the words, i’d be a blubbering mess before i could finish saying them. i didn’t even have to think about this one. sammy, circles is for you.

- @irlvernon : wave! i adooooore this song so much you don’t even understand. it’s just one of those tracks that like… it doesn’t matter what mood i’m in when it comes on shuffle, i WILL, immediately, crack a smile. it’s a never-skip song okay. something about it feels so floaty and free and i just get that energy from max too. i cannot be a grouch when you’re in my dm’s. it’s scientifically impossible. i don’t know what that’s about but i’m VERY happy that it’s true. you’re wonderful. mwah.

- @aceofvernons : xan is home;run to me every single day of the week. you’re very very very very very (x10^15) cool and you bring me so much joy. i see your tags on any of my gifsets and need to take a seat before my knees give out from beneath me. your responses to my unhinged vernon asks could give me the energy to get through anything. so this works because any time i listen to home;run, i just get filled with so much pure happiness? one of those songs you wanna scream at full volume in the car on your way to wherever the fuck and i need you to know that in my head, xan is in the passenger seat screaming it with me.

- @ncteez : light a flame. do i need to explain this? i feel like it explains itself lol but OKAY fine let’s go. light a flame is such a soothing song and it’s SO easy to listen to but it’s also so MF HOT? look. if i deep this track for too long i start getting butterflies. and that’s how it feels reading anything hon writes, first of all, but just her ✨ energy ✨ is very light a flame. those pretty woozi high notes are her sweet, softer sides and the deep wonwoo parts = her ability to completely derail my week (complimentary). tldr hon, ur hot and nice and i like u.

- @hwanghyunjinenthusiast : anyone! okay this is an undeniably fantastic song and the video for it makes my brain short-circuit which are also two things about rj that are literally just facts. in the same way i always go to rewatch any of the anyone performances and tell myself i’m able to handle it, i go crawling into rj’s inbox with usually something feral and i always come out feeling like i’ve been hit by a train (affectionate, complimentary). HER BRAIN. IS HUGE. and it causes me real strife but i keep going back for more because it’s delicious and that’s just. how anyone makes me feel. one of my absolute favourite svt bangers for one of my dearest, most precious mutuals.<3

- @eoieopda : domino!! this was one of the first svt songs i ever listened to and i maintain that it is one of the best in their discography. domino is so lovely and bouncy and ANY time i see jade on the dash, i’m about to do a cartwheel i swear to god. also here’s some lore nobody asked for: if i need to do something, esp at work, and i feel like i’ve got a mental block trying to start it, domino is one of my ultimate hype songs. whichhhh is relevant if you’ve ever seen jade’s fic feedback. the BEST hypeman (/gn) ever. i want to put every single comment they’ve ever left me in a locket and wear it over my heart forever.

- @xukmins : snap shoot : max’s energy is V E R Y snap shoot to me. i can’t really explain that properly but it is, it makes sense in my head. she’s very bouncy and exciting and energetic, and truly any time i think about max or she’s in my inbox, i really just see so much brightness and fun and the happiness that you could always see in the snap shoot stages.<3

- @haechannabelle : _world!!! i don’t know if it’s the mv for it that springs to mind when i think of world but i immediately start thinking of bright colours and summer and that’s what i think about with annabelle too? your art is always so vibrant and even if it’s not of an artist I listen to, im always sat there looking at my screen like 🥹🥹🥹 because your pieces are always SO gorgeous. but you come across as so vibrant and bouncy too and this song just fits you SO well in my head.

- @cheolhub : is it. cringe. to say all my love. OKAY LOOK we don’t rly actually talk a bunch but i see sar in my notifications and it’s like someone put a fuzzy cardigan around my shoulders and has come to hold my hand. there is not a single part of all my love that i don’t adore; i could have it on repeat for a whole day and not get bored just listening intently to every member’s voice and remembering all the reasons i adore seventeen. to that end, i could equally scroll sar’s blog for a whole 24 hours and be sat with hearts in my eyeballs the entire time.

( i’ve definitely forgotten some lovely people and i’m SO sorry for that aaaaaa. i went back through my recent interactions & stuff but i do also have the working memory of a walnut && will no doubt be kicking myself in like two hours time for not including one of my loves in this ;_; pls forgive me. you’re all so very dear to me & don’t you dare forget it.<3 )

[vikingqueer]

hi which is your favorite amazing devil album? i have heard a handful of songs but i don't know anyone who's a big listener and would love to know which ones you like best

OMG HI!!!

Honestly, I'm not sure. I think all three albums are pretty different even though TAD has a pretty consistent sound and that their lyrics also have very similar themes.

ANYWAY, if I had to pick an album, I'd go with The Horror and the Wild. Overall, I appreciate the sort of more ✨ dramatic ✨ songs, and to me the songs that REALLY fall into that category are The Horror and the Wild, Farewell Wanderlust, That Unwanted Animal, King, New York Torch Song, Blossoms, and The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace. And obviously the first three are from The Horror and the Wild.

HOWEVER, I will say that Ruin is the only of their albums that is a no-skip album for me. Little Miss Why So and Fair both do fuck all for me musically.

Generally, if I'm feeling dramatic, I go for The Horror and the Wild, if I feel more in love with the world and the little things, I go for Love Run, and if I want to go absolutely feral about intertextuality and musicality, I go for Ruin. Do NOT get me started about the transition from secret worlds to the calling or the backing vocals in blossoms or just the old witch sleep on general or drinking song for the socially anxious or....

also let it be noted that i started listening to them bc spotify radio kept putting it on and one day I heard wild blue yonder and "come and rip off my socks like youre blasting the locks off of a bank vault HALT" and "could be ghosts or monsters or a robot vampire, i dunno" and i was just sitting the car like ???? no fucking way i heard that right

Anyway, I could go on forever so TL;DR: my fave album is The Horror and the Wild, but each album affects me differently. If I had to pick my top three songs, they're probably The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace, King, and The Horror and the Wild.

[redhead-reporter]

You know the ship. You know who i want for the meme. GIVE ME THEM SHAYE GIVE ME OUR BABIES for the ship meme thing.

º ✧ 。SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… with @crisispider !

who’s the cuddler? true, these two do NOT understand the concept of "keep your hands to yourself" and they're not trying to learn either. but in terms of who initiates it more ? it's peter. mj is still ✨ terrible ✨ at seeking reassurance and comfort from people, even when she craves it with every bone in her body, because she didn't grow up in a house where that was safe to do. but the minute peter opens his arms to her? she's THERE, clinging to him with every ounce of strength in that little body of hers. he practically has to PRY her off him when he needs to "go to work".

who makes the bed? actually, this is something that mj NEEDS to do every day. it was one of her chores as a child, and one that saw her punished if she didn't do it, so now it's this weird muscle memory thing. she once tried NOT do it, as a pseudo therapy exercise, but it stressed her out too much that she almost made herself ill. she never asks peter to do it, doesn't care that he doesn't want to. and frankly ... she's never told him WHY she does it.

who wakes up first? mj. but this isn't a fair fight because you can't call what peter does "sleeping", especially not with mayday around. like it's just not.

who has the weird taste in music? peter, and mj loves nothing more than to ROAST him for it. she rolls her eyes when he's in charge of the music and groans when the worst of it comes on. but does she also know all the words to his favorite songs? and catch herself singing them under her breath at work (and then immediately curse him with a little smile)? 100%.

who is more protective? peter and mj are WILDLY protective of each other it's true. like it borders on feral behavior at times, especially when they've been apart for a while. i just think that the WAY they do it is very different and says a lot about them. mj is very much your "he said no mayo" girlfriend, willing to step up and speak for him when peter's mild manner and politeness might otherwise keep him quiet. she will FIGHT (verbally, relax pete) anyone who talks shit about spider-man and defend him to the ends of the earth. but peter? his is much more LITERAL - he positions himself between mj and danger in every sense of the word. sometimes that looks like swinging in to SAVE HER LIFE, sometimes that's him stepping in to a situation where she didn't ask for his help because he REFUSES to stand by while she gets hurt. it leads to a LOT of arguments, but she knows he can't really help himself because ... well, neither can she.

who sings in the shower? honestly where is their grammy award because the CONCERTS these two put on together are legendary. it's usually mj on lead vocals while peter sings back up and leads the shampoo bottle choreography

who cries during movies? peter. peter bejanmin parker cries during movies, even ones that aren't really that sad. but mj thinks it's one of his SWEETEST traits, always has tissues and hugs waiting for him when it happens.

who spends the most while out shopping? mj. not only does she have the paycheck to do it, but she likes having nice things. she keeps them for much longer than the average person, takes good care of them so they last, but being best friends with harry osborn for that many years definitely gave her an APPRECIATION for the finer things in life.

who kisses more roughly? i think peter does, but it's almost always because mj started it. there is nothing she does better than revving his engine, little teasing whispers in his ear about how hot he is when he tosses cars around like they're baseballs. trying to convince him to toss HER around, and peter gets a little too zealous in his efforts to please her and .... well, let's just say she has MASTERED the art of covering up dark ass hickies on her neck and bruising on her lips.

who is more dominant? in the bedroom, they definitely SHARE that role - the control ebbs and flows naturally between them, depending on the mood. mj loves to take the reins and make him moan, but she also gets thrill out of him webbing her up and having his way with her. but in everyday life? mj. oh it's mj and it's not even a close competition. she wears the pants in their relationship and the only time peter has them is when he's taking them OFF her and chucking them onto the floor.

my rating of the ship from 1-10. humanity does not have numbers high enough for my rating of this ship. it is peak, it is EVERYTHING.

[needynb]

Good morning sweetheart, I’ll give ya till the middle of the day to guess who I am. (I give ya permission to try and connect dots to accounts, this is now a game) like I said, DM me when you think you’re right.

But something for ya….

It’s fairly early in the morning, I’m the first to wake up out of the two of us. A little beam of the morning sun peeps through the window, shining on your skin. So beautiful it is, highlighting the marks left on you from last night, or was that the mark from the night before? It’s hard to keep track. It doesn’t matter because it’s still beautiful I think as I kiss the mark.

You know, you could use a few more marks, like right here at your collar bone, maybe another one so that they don’t get lonely, maybe one right beneath their throat, oh if I put one here I can make a little star! I think I’ll do that. I’m so glad you’re wearing this big shirt, it’s easier to pull the collar around to get better angles.

In my still sleepy state I slide my hand up your shirt, hoping my fingers weren’t too cold to startle you, feeling the skin underneath. How could I not touch you? How am I supposed to resist when this pretty thing is laying right beside me? So cute and just waiting to be decorated with my mouth, they’ve been such a good boy and deserve to wake up feeling good. There was still some hesitancy on continuing forward with what I wanted to do. We have talked about this before and they said they wanted it, but now I’ll pick a line and won’t cross until they wake up, just to be safe.

I start to slowly caress your body as I start to put my weight on you, practically putting a fair bit of my body weight on you. Fuck was I getting wet, I could feel the stickiness in my boxers, was I absentmindedly grinding against you? I couldn’t tell and instead chose to kiss you a few times. Slowly your eyes open and I smile “good morning sweetheart, you sleep well?”

~✨

Good morning!! God waking up with asks from you already in my inbox certainly makes me feel some sort of way. I want you to know that both this and your previous ask are making me FERAL I can’t describe it. I’ve already sent a DM to someone who I’m like 99% sure is you, but I guess if you haven’t gotten a DM you should let me know so I can keep looking!!

And oh to be woken up getting marked while you absent mindedly grind up against me (and honestly while I probably do the same). The best way to start the day imo 💜

[magic-is-something-we-create]

hey, pax! how you been?! it's been a whole while since i caught up with whispers, so for now, i'm just going '!!!' (i'll be leaving feedback in a few days, so much to rb and check out.) and sending good vibes your way. congrats for your writing milestones for 2023 too!!! 🍀🍀🍀 - ✨ Enc

hi, enchant!!! :D

thank you for the vibes!! i feel like the last time you sent them was very shortly before this writing fever hit, and i am going to choose to believe that you have blessed my keyboard with them 🥰🥰🥰 i have been going absolutely FERAL over this story and i hope you enjoy what you read of it when next you get the chance to catch up!!!

and i've been well!! there have been a few stressful things going on for me irl, but having writing as an outlet/escape from them (and deciding to make a race out of how fast i can write new chapters for my alpha reader) has been maybe the best way i've ever coped with something in my life so!! there's a silver lining to everything :D

i've also been reading more lately, and the snow is finally starting to melt where i'm at!! it's all adding up to a pretty good time right now, and i'm happy to ride the wave as long as it lasts <3

what about you?? how have you been, and what have you been up to?? is uni going well??

i am ALSO sending you good vibes, especially the ones that make uni easier and spark creativity ✨✨✨

[twistyprefect]

Good morning to my favorite ✨feral gremlin✨! Hope your exams and labs go well!! Had another idea I wanna run by you.

A crafty MC making the first year squad (and ortho, the sweet baby) Ramshackle dorm uniforms, because they a) are her found family in this new world, and b) practically live there anyway in their free time. I’m a sucker for found family.

{hello fellow chaos gremlin B) i love this so much, found family is a big favorite of mine 😭💕 also i hope you don't mind the colors i picked for the uniforms! i based it off of how i've been drawing them in my own stuff lol}

Freshmen + Ortho receiving Ramshackle Dorm Uniforms from MC

you had originally made the uniforms as an end-of-the-year gift, intending to give each of your close friends one that fit perfectly

after hours and hours and days and weeks of working, you'd managed to get everything to work perfectly

it looked enough like the other uniforms that no one would be able to tell they weren't official uniforms...yet, of course

inviting them over as a group seemed like the best idea, since you wanted all of them to feel included and appreciated

Ace got his uniform first, with Deuce arriving shortly after; it was fitting that the first two students you met and bonded with would get their first

Jack showed up shortly after, admiring the quality of your work and the dedication it took to get the uniform design just right

Epel and Sebek showed up around the same time, having been studying together for a shared alchemy class

Ortho showed up right after them, cheering and hugging you tightly when you handed him the small collection of clothing

finally your entire group was together, all having changed into the uniform inside spare rooms

Ace and Deuce grinned and hugged you tightly in a group hug, exclaiming how much they loved the uniforms

Jack of course ruffled your hair and thanked you for making him one despite his gruffer exterior

Epel complimented you endlessly on the craftsmanship, noting that not a stitch was out of place and all the magenta fabric melded well together

Sebek nervously thank you, saying it was an honor to be gifted a uniform made just for him

Ortho loved that he now had a special school uniform, something he never really got to have before!

you laugh and thank them for coming, nervously explaining that you'd made them uniforms so they knew how much you cared about them

"You're my family, and this is a way I can express that. Now we all look like a family too...I'd be honored to have you as unofficial Ramshackle Dorm students."

of course that's what started the waterworks, with Ortho and Epel bursting into tears and practically tackling you in a joint hug

Ace, Deuce, and Jack soon followed, surrounding you in a tight embrace; Sebek eventually joined as well, still a bit awkward in accepting gifts and affection from his friends

the entire group wore their uniforms to dinner together in the cafeteria, claiming a table for Ramshackle Dorm for the first time that school year

[tired-beholding-bitch]

Please give us your aborted rant about Jon and Martin's chemistry and how it was not just the trauma of their eldritch horror jobs that made them compatible! I love to hear your thoughts!!

oh I’d be delighted to, you’ll never see me turn down a chance to monologue about these gays tbh ✨

also that’s so sweet I just 🥺🥺🥺

fair warning this got a bit long and might not be super coherent. mostly me just going absolutely feral with feelings but. yep.

MARTIN: Face it, John, it took almost two years of crisis and trauma to even make us compatible. And that sucks. But here we are.

And I don’t want it to be for nothing. I won’t let it.

the first time I listened to MAG199, this took me by the throat.

and it did especially because for a second there I had been like “oh, that makes sense”. I could see where Martin was coming from, the reasoning he had behind it, and on a first listen running on heightened emotions and a lot of caffeine it seemed like a sound point to make. after all, they are very different people

(yeah I have issues. no it isn’t a sound point.)

I have since had time to think back on it and I’m now declaring it bullshit.

at least in part, I think it might have been some kind of defense mechanism - they can’t have this, and thinking about what they could have had, at the time this conversation happens, might hurt too much.

mostly however it stems, like you would expect, from a place of fear.

it’s so clearly Martin’s own issues with self-worth and his past talking. the slow, insidious way in which if you are made to believe you are hard to love you will be convinced everyone who does love you is only doing it because you’ve tricked them, somehow. the idea other people’s love for you must be conditional because there is no reason for them to care about you simply because you are you. and more specifically that sounds exactly like the kind of shit your anxiety feeds you when you’re terrified you’re going to lose something you don’t feel like you deserve, like at last it's going to catch up to you, so it's easier to downplay it than to admit that, yes, you are allowed to have good things without having to suffer for them first.

and it breaks my heart that he was so convinced - right there, right at the end when anything could have happened - that the only reason they got to have each other were the awful things that happened to them, when it’s so plainly not true.

yes, proximity helps. yes, their situation was never normal and going through the kind of horrible trauma they went through is inevitably going to change you as a person. yes, maybe the things that happened to them even helped them along in realising their feelings for each other.

but it still stands that out of so many things in their lives irreparably changed and lost forever to grief and fear and trauma, their relationship wasn’t one of them.

they didn’t fall in love with each other’s grief and trauma. arguably, they didn’t even fall in love with the people they became because of said grief and trauma.

god, their whole thing is about being able to hold onto the parts of someone that aren’t touched by terror and misery tighter than they can, loving someone so much you can bring them back if they get lost inside themselves. seeing the person beyond the fear.

even when they themselves can’t.

and don’t even get me started on how, yes, Martin is Jon’s anchor to humanity and he has filled that role for a long time, but the same can be said for the reverse. Jon wasn’t only the one to pull him from the Lonely, but also the one that reminds him every day that he is worthy of love and effort when he can’t remember that himself.

which makes this hurt all the more because he’s refusing this comfort out of fear, pushing back when Jon genuinely believes that they could have found and loved each other in a better place, and he would be right.

the parts of them that fit together best were there from the start.

if instead of a worm attack they had had another excuse to get close to each other - and a lot could have worked, really, from getting stuck in an elevator together for 5 hours to ending up the only two people sitting at the table while out for drinks and ending up being bitchy about gym dudes in the corner - and work through the kinks and knots of their relationship, it’s not like they wouldn’t have liked each other.

they balance each other out and fill the spaces where the other can’t reach, and they make each other better for it.

it was just out of reach, but they could have had it.

in a kinder place and in kinder circumstances, if they hadn’t been doomed from the start, they could have had it and that’s a tragedy in its own right.