#fics 😭

[mandumandy]

Achilles - H.Yunjin

Sypnosis: Throughout their whole lives, Yunjin has adored her Patroclus.

Tags: fluff, mentions of mythology, mentions of Song Of Achilles, just Yn being stupid and Yunjin being a simp

Pairing: Nonidol!Yunjin x Nonidol!Reader:

Authors Note: I tried to write like madeline miller (it didnt work)

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Yn always loved dawn.

Its steady crimson painting of the horizon brings a certain warmth to yn, one that only its vanquishing of darkness can bring, and its pastel aftermath deemed it as the sole guardian of her happiness.

Until Yunjin.

Yn was 10 when she first met yunjin. Stiff and uncomfortable, she remembered stuffing herself in the corner of the classrom nose-deep in a book. Her eyes squinted with concentration, and a small pout donned her face as she struggled to read the words under the flourescent lighting.

She had no friends, not that she needed them. The worlds she read about were enough—worlds where heroes loved and fought, where people were grander, braver than anything in reality.

As usual, The Song Of Achilles was clutched tightly in her hand.

Even though the book was not meant for her age, due to a innaprorpiate scene (Yn always skips her part so that in her mothers words, “She could keep her innocence”), but she loved it nonetheless. The descriptions of Achilles’ brillliant skill and Patroclus’ steady devotion blew her away with amazement. As she flips page to page, her intense glare starts to lessen, and she almost feels better.

As if.

Until a voice, bright and sudden, shattered her peace.

“Is that The Song Of Achilles?”

There, between the wide array of books, stood a girl.

Her hair a deep muted brown that was identical to the oak of the library Yn loved so much. Her doed eyes, though also brown, held a different form of warmth, one that drew her in at an instant. Her cheeks were round and slightly chubby, having a sense of childishness to them that was almost cute.

It was strange to see this girl among the books she loved so much, how she seemingly erased them from sight with Yn’s sight with a single question.

Yn bit her lip, the familiar sting grounding her in the present. Yet, beneath the sharpness, there was a restlessness—a ripple in her otherwise steady world, a world that Yunjin, with her radiant curiosity, had already begun to disturb.

“Yn bit down on her lip, feeling the brief sting pull her back into the present, grounding her in her discomfort. 'Yes…' The word lingered in the air, fragile, before she could catch it. 'It’s my favorite book—one of them, at least.' The girl’s gaze held fast, each word Yn spoke sinking deep into her like roots seeking water.

Yn felt, for the first time in a long while, the weight of someone listening, truly listening. It was almost enough to make her want to say more, to let the words spill, but her pride stopped her.

She would not yield.

Really?' There was a flicker in Yunjin’s eyes, something like the dawn she loved so much. Soft and patient, waiting.

It was almost god-like.

It unnerved Yn how open her expression was, unguarded and full of hope.

That openness felt like an invitation, and in it, Yn sensed the edge of vulnerability that made her…scared.

'…yes.' The word slipped out like a confession. As if summoned, Yunjin stepped closer, her presence warm like the hazy setting of the horizon as it creeped across the room.

Yn watched, helpless, as the girl settled beside her, limbs unfolding with the lazy grace of a mountain lion at rest. There was something disarming about Yunjin—something that softened the edges of Yn’s usual defenses, making the tightness in her shoulders ebb away. What spell did this girl put on her?

“Who’s your favourite in the book?” The words seemed to come naturally to Yn this time, tumbling out before she could stop them. She bit her bottom lip, almost also in intervening from any more questions from spilling as the girl pursed her lip in thought.

“I like….Achilles.” A small smile appeared on the girls face, one seemingly brimming with satisfation at her answer.

“Achilles?”

“Oh.”

Achilles, the brilliant, the fast, the genius. Yn noted how the girl’s vibrant presence seemed to echo the character's brilliance. In that moment, she couldn’t help but see something of him in the way Yunjin smiled, unshakable and bright, like the sun.”

Yn tilted her head slightly, her gaze narrowing as the girl’s smile broadened. The soft light from the dim lamps barely reached them, yet Yunjin seemed to carry her own radiance, something that, despite her hesitance, drew Yn in.

“My name is Yunjin! Im new here.” the girl announced, her eyes crinkling with a warmth that Yn couldn’t even pretend to have.

So this was the new girl everyone was talking about, the one that was “bound to become the new popular kid”.

“That’s so pretty!”

So why was she here?

“What’s yours?” Yunjin once again questioned, blinking as she watched the girl flinch.

“….Yn.”

Yn avoided her gaze as she bit her lip nervously.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

Yn peered at Yunjin, searching for any hint of mockery, but found none. Instead, Yunjin’s grin only widened.

Why was this girl so simple?

“We should be friends.” ”Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Huh.

As she looked back at her pages, a familiar warmth settled in her chest.

For the first time in a long while, the dawn seemed a little brighter.

Yn felt a smile creep up her lips.

In the summer they turned 16 Yn’s classmates prediction proved correct. It was as though the world had been waiting to notice her, and when it finally did, her popularity skyrocketed.

But Yunjin had help.

With Yunjin’s constant sunshine and laughter, Yn was now labelled as her silent but steady companion. Known for her devoted nature, Yn’s cat-eyed stares kept their followers at bay, always remaining at least 3 meters away from them. (Im canadian, sue me)

But now matter how intimidating she tried to seem, it seemed some fans would always slip through.

Yn leaned foward on board surrounding the volleyball court, watching as Yunjin got surrounded by students.

It was a breaktime before the second set, and she watched as Yunjin grinned at her disciples, toothy and goofily shaking the hands reached out to touch her, as if she was a god.

Yn rolled her eyes, before leaning into the boards even more to get her attention.

Yn raised a hand in a wave, and, without hesitation, Yunjin ran forward, tearing through the crowd like a hungry animal. She wrapped Yn in an embrace that was as fierce as it was sudden, her arms tight, almost crushing, around her. The way she gave so much of herself without holding back was slightly overwhelming, but it felt nice.

It felt like Yunjin.

In the press of Yunjin’s body against hers, in the unchecked joy that radiated from her, Yn felt a breath of something warm in her chest.

“Hi.” She heard the the taller girl whisper, pressing her face into Yn’s neck as she pulled her impossibly closer.

“You’re choking me.” Yn grumbled, her voice muffled.

“Oopsies.” Unwinding herself, Yunjin still kept her arms around Yn’s waist as she observed her outfit.

Yn remembered the day Yunjin had gotten into their team. Her excited banging on her door and she engulfed her with giggles. Yn remembers being thrown a black jersey with a bright number 10, and Yunjin’s anticipated blinks.

“Please wear it to our games.” She remembered Yunjin pleading, avoiding her gaze as she intertwiend their fingers together in desperation.

So, she wore it to the game this afternoon.

“You’re staring.”

“Oh.”

Yunjin’s gaze was unwavering, her eyes tracing the contours of Yn’s jersey with a soft smile. “You look…” She hesitated, then added, “Good.”

Yn snorted lightly. “Litearlly everyone’s wearing the same exact jersey, ‘ace’.” She teased slightly, using the nickname the crowd seemed to love.

“Still, yours is…” She didnt need to finish that sentence. They both knew.

“Whatever.” Yn peeked out a smile, grabbing Yunjin’s attention in a flash.

Suddenly, the coach blew their whistle noisily, causing the two to jump slightly.

Yn snickred as Yunjin muttered slightly, seemingly frustrated at their moment being interrupted.

“You smiled too!” Yunjin groaned as she slumped over, pouting.

“I’m still going to watch.” Yn pushed the girl gently, rolling her eyes in amusement.

“Go on, win for me ‘ace’.” Yn watched as the girl blinked, processing her sentence, before flushing a dark red and nodding furiously.

“Bet.”

As the girl jumped over the board and made her way to the net, a new determination in her, Yn sighed slightly as she leaned back.

She watched as Yunjin readied herself, the concentration in her eyes was something not even Yn could created. Yn never admitted it, but something about this side of Yunjin made her smile.

Its silence, its waiting.

She watched as the volleyball smashed through, as the setter drew herself to prepare.

Yunjin took back steps percisely, something that always amazed her. Its accuracy, its power.

Yn knew it all too well.

Yunjin suddenly stumbled, waking Yn from her trance. The opponents paused, confusion obvious in their expression, but they should have known better.

Yn should have known better.

Just then, a jump, and a tap.

Yunjin feinted the ball, and the crowd was silent as the ball dropped.

There was no stumble, no clumsyness in her actions.

Yunjin, just like Achilles always did, used the ever so trickable human error against the other team.

Yn blinked. Even from within their childhood to now, Yn has never seen Yunjin trip. The way she walked, ran, did anything, was always so smooth, it was like gliding.

It was almost unreal.

The crowd cheered.

As they locked eyes, Yunjin pointed at her with a beam.

“This is for you.” Yunjin mouthed, drawing her lips up to a childish grin.

As always, there was no taunting in her words. In her eyes, full of affection and victory, help something behind its layers of joy.

Yn bit her lip, torn between Yunjin’s contagious delight and her confusion.

The question lingered in her mind, one that stayed until night:

Why did Yunjin like her so much?

Strayed romances and beloved heartbreaks seemed to wage like war, cupids arrows flying wildly and Yn and Yuniin stayed in their sanctuary.

Yn closed her eyes, enjoying the hushed raindrops that surrounded Yunjin’s room. As always, her lifetime companion laid beside her, eyes concentrated on the blurry tv screen.

As part of their routine, Yunjin was watching mean girls on the shitty television, one they had bought at a garage sale with their combined budget.

Yn rolled her eyes as Yunjin giggled at Regina George’s song, kicking her feet as if in love. “At this point i should just break this television.” Yn scoffed, squinting her eyes at Yunjin’s romantic admiration.

“You wouldnt understand my love for her.” Yunjin pouted, widening her mouth at love as she shaped a heart with her fingers. Yn gagged, pushing the girl away with a sneer as Yunjin laughed.

Suddenly, a call came from outside. “Yunjin!”

Yunjin groaned slightly, before throwing the blanket off herself with a huff.

“I’ll be back.” She mumbles, before shutting the door behind her.

As Yunjin was off, Yn glanced around her room. Despite being more in Yunjin’s room than her own, there was always a feeling the lighting and plants gave off that seemed to relax Yn.

Due to Yunjins bubbly and loud personality, Yn always thought that her room would be extremely messy and out-of-place.

However, looking at the room’s decoration, it felt nothing like that.

Yes, the room was slightly tumbled around, with its off centre paintings covering the walls, but it felt sharp, calm, real.

It felt like Yunjin.

Slipping out of bed, she made way to the small bookshelf in Yunjin’s corner, one full of different books that both she and Yn collected throughout the summers. Tracing her fingers across the books spines, she stopped at a specific title. The Song Of Achilles. Pulling the book out gently, Yn observed how the book seemed weared down. Between the yellowing pages were different labels and highlights, but the condition of the paper seemed to be fully taken care of, as if every page was traced with love.

Yunjin always seemed to do that.

As she flipped through the pages, she paused slightly, tilting her head slightly as a bright yellow flashed by. Stopping at the page, she squinted. On the page, underneath a pink highlight of the word love, stuck a bright yellow note, vandalized by Yunjin’s messy handwriting. On it, it read:

“Yn makes me feel this…i hope i can make her feel it too”

A breathe,

A blink.

In the comfort of Yunjins room, with it’s fairy lights and over-the-place positioning, her heart squeezed. It was a slight feeling, but one, despite its small clench, that changed Yn.

In her smiles and eye crinkles, in her goofy humor, in her doe-eyed observation, Yn found something.

In Yunjin, Yn found love.

A small grin made its way to Yunjin’s face as she flipped her page. The small tunes of a song played behind them, and, with that, hushed rain as well.

As time flew by, Yunjin, being the puppy she is, followed Yn to university. She remembered her eye-crinkling grin as she pushed open Yn’s door (as usual) to celebrate getting in, only to get the alchohol in her hand to get thrown out Yn’s window.

Now, the duo made an effort to re-enter their usual routine. (Wihtout the shitty television this time)

Yn sighed slightly, lying on her bed as she glanced around her room.

Despite being at the university for 2 years already, the dorm was fairly clean. Even with Yunjin’s begging, Yn refused to share a dorm with her. Mainly based on how overbearing she constantly was, but also because she probably couldnt handle living with a girl she was in love with.

However, as always, Yunjin rammed down her door with popcorn and books, demanding to hang out.

That was how it came to now, how, even though she was supposed to be taking a nap, Yn now found herself entangled in Yunjin’s attention-seeking whines.

“Yn?” Yunjin’s voice called, snapping her back to the present.

“Hm?” Yn hummed, putting her arm over her eyes to cover the light (yunjin) hovering over her.

“What do you think would be the perfect confession?”

Yn’s breathe hitched.

Refusing to let herself overthink, Yn pursed her lip in thought.

“Mm…a bouquet of flowers and and a hi.” Yn smiled, Yunjin’s graceful charm bugging the back of her mind.

“Really?”

Then, without warning, Yunjin rose quickly to her feet, her movements a blur of speed. Before Yn could fully register what was happening, Yunjin was halfway to the door, her fiery spirit always one step ahead.

“Wait!” Just before Yunjin rushed through the door, Yn managed to grab the skin of her sweater, furrowing her brows in annoyance.

“Its pouring outside, where are you going to go in this weather?” She panted.

“Emergency.” Yunjin said, her grin lopsided and full of mischief, the kind of smile that made Yn’s heart breathe everytime.

Then, before she could respond, Yn felt the door click.

“Where did Yunjin go?” Ryujin, her dormmate called from the kitchen.

“Only god knows.” Yn grumbled under her breath, slumping back to her bedroom to clean up the mess Yunjin made in her hurry.

A few hours later, Yn was taking care of her billion plants. As usual, they were all from Yunjin, who decided to ruin Yn’s peace with another horrific task that took hours. But, when she saw her raw joy and brilliant smile, she couldnt refuse.

Walking by all the plants, she fiddled with their leaves and stems, gently handling the blooming flowers as she fed them water.

Just as she was watering the last one, one Yunjin demanded to call Patro (for patroclus) near the entrance, the door swung open, revealling a soggy Yunjin. Yn gasped as she took her in, her usual fiery red hair now in wet strands that were damp and low. In her clenched fist, a bouquet of flowers sprung open, seemingly dry compared to the person.

Yn looked in Yunjin’s eyes, slight hesitance showing through despite the amount of hope she conveyed.

Her hair, her eyes her smile, all things that belonged to Yunijn and Yunjin only.

“Hi.” Yunjin breathed.

But Yunjin’s heart?

Yunjin’s heart was hers.

Her Achilles.

Her dawn.

Yn always loved dawn.

[crazywolf828]

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[wonderthor]

dangerous and domestic sukuna🥺🥺

he’s a notorious man in the yakuza. always hunts and kills whoever his boss tells him to. everyone in the underground world is scared of him, and even those that are not usually are as well, with his tattoos all over his body and constantly bruised and scarred knuckles from beating information out of his victims.

but somehow, you’re not. although you’re so innocent you probably wouldn’t know a murderer if you see one. even though you know nothing about his work, yet notice the way others cower in fear around him. you’re not scared of him at all.

maybe it’s the way he comes home, quietly walking into the house and coming up to you. giving you a small, sweet smile as he ruffles your hair or pets your head. let’s out a gruff, “hey sweetheart,” before kissing you on your head. maybe that’s why you don’t understand how dangerous he is. i mean, how could he be? when he comes home and looks at you like you’re the sun that is the center of his world. even though he looks at everyone else like their existence alone bothers him sometimes.

and sometimes he cooks dinner when he comes home. you can’t argue with him on that, he’s surprisingly a great cook. you hand him the plates for him to put the food on and place them nicely on the table. and even though most couples like to sit across from each other, you like to sit next to him and eat while your head rests on his shoulder. when you sit next to him and place your silverware next to the plates, he looks down at you for a minute and grabs your chin to make you face him. for a moment, all you do is stare at each other, studying each other’s face.

“hey, you know you’re mine right?”

it catches you off guard, but you smile back up at him anyway.

“yes sukuna, i know. you tell me all the time.”

he chuckles down at you, moving his hand to softly rub along on your cheek.

“yeah well i just want to make sure you know it, and never forget.”

you kiss his hand when it makes its way to your lips.

“yeah well, i’ll never forget. i’ll always be yours.”

he stares down at you again, darker this time, before clearing his throat and moving to eat his dinner.

“alright baby, eat your dinner before it gets cold.”

you giggle and follow his actions, eating your dinner and dropping your head on his shoulder where it belongs.

[arts-and-drafts]

I decided to start compiling speech patterns and such for the Hermits I watch the most, because being a fic writer is hard sometimes 😭 then I thought “why not share it here?”

so here’s my very rough analysis of my most viewed Hermits, this is just what I’ve managed to gather so please don’t call me out for what I’m missing

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Scar

Rarely stutters in normal speech. Maybe pauses if he’s started a sentence and doesn’t know where it’s going, but he doesn’t tend to trail off unless something interrupts his train of thought

Stutters a LOT when he’s startled. Also makes ‘hoo!’ noises repeatedly before he finds his words

Lays on the charm THICK when he’s trying to convince someone over literally anything; compliments their looks, their handiwork, and then pitches his proposition in smooth segue. Not one to entertain haggling though (however he DOES do a ‘look if you’ll pay full price I’ll throw in xyz’ thing). King of upselling even the most mundane things.

His tone is cheerful most of the time, no matter what he’s saying. He’ll actually often say very disturbing things with a light voice (ex. when discussing how to retaliate ie “what should we do about him?” “we could kill him! :)”)

Builds and locations somehow are always capitalized in his voice?? Like he says them differently. I can’t really explain it (when he talks about Aqua Town or Scarland or The Big Dig)

Literally has an evil laugh when he thinks of a way to prank someone or mess with people

Hums in thought quite often, and uses “huh!” quite often when confused or finding out something new (Mostly with redstone)

His farewell is almost always “Byeeee, have a great time!” even if the conversation he left was not a pleasant one. I’m almost certain he does this in tense situations just to get under other people’s skin and really push how unbothered he is

Doesn’t tend to insult people, the farthest he’ll take it is backhanded compliments

That said he is not afraid to outright threaten (“I will murder them.”)

References media a lot, both for concepts for builds and in speech (ie his greeting “Well hello there!” is from Star Wars)

Number one exclamation is “Sweet Baby Jellie!”

(More under the cut!)

Grian

Cold opens, both in videos and conversations (rarely says “hello, how are you, etc” when encountering someone, but he does say farewells/‘thank you’s)

Likes to sneak up on people and scare them if he realizes they haven’t noticed him yet, usually does so by getting real close and then yelling (“HEY!”/“HI!”/“WHAT’S THAT?”)

Uses the name of whoever he’s talking to pretty often while speaking to them (“Well, Mumbo, you never know”/“So, Scar, as you can see here-“), same goes for often addressing his audience (“you all”/“you lot”/“you guys”)

Usually pretty focused (when he wants to be) but oftentimes takes a minute to laugh at things he notices in the natural environment (An accidental face in a build, a mob in a strange place, etc)

Takes the lead in a conversation if nobody is the clear leader, but generally only speaks when spoken to if someone else has risen to that spot

Clarifies instructions after something is explained, both to his viewers and to anyone he’s grouped up with (most often seen in the Life Series)

Uses “Pardon?!”/“Beg your pardon?!” most often when surprised or startled (he’s very British), also sometimes uses “Sorry??”

Things are way more funny to him when he’s tired

Deadpans a lot in conversation ie “why not do xyz?” “Well because we’ll horrifically die 😑“

This man is allergic to committing to the bit unless he’s the one that initiated it

Not one to sugarcoat (“how is it?” “well to be honest it’s miserable”)

Number one exclamation is “WHAT?!” (though he often uses “oh my GOODNESS” quite a bit)

Mumbo

The start of nearly every episode is almost a pitch, does the same when bringing up an idea to others (“I have this idea”/“I was thinking”/“I noticed” etc)

Often laughs a little at himself when he speaks

Also often brings up how inexperienced/unqualified he thinks he is with literally any task he’s doing

Gets very distracted with the smallest things

Uses similes a lot when trying to describe a concept (“I’m thinking a this-type thing”/“Something like a [xyz]”/“Imagine like a [thing]”)

His voice gets higher when he’s startled or panicking

A very vocal thinker, which makes sense because he’s a MC Youtuber, but he also just. Seems to think out loud regardless

Comments a lot on the feel of things (“Oh this feels menacing”/“This looks like it’d mess you up”/“This makes it feel very intimidating”), often with building

Extremely modest. However will celebrate when he does something right in redstone/building (“YES! Oh my days, that took forever”)

Once and a while will have a rare banter moment with people he’s comfortable with (ie teasing and making fun)

Related to above, he gets very giggly when he’s hanging out with people he’s familiar with (Grian and Scar most often, but also Iskall)

Number one exclamation is “What on earth?!”

Joel

Greets people most often with “How you doing [name]?”/“How are ya [name]?”

He’s very northern. He often leaves out words in his sentences bc that’s just the way his dialect is (“What you doin’?” vs “What are you doing?”)

Says his th’s like f’s (“somefing”/“nofing”/“finking”) ((Stress also does this))

His jokes/teasing are very deadpan (“I made you this extra thing, because you’re trash at this”)

Actually gives gifts of resources very often, and always leaves it with a little note and signs his name

His voice gets higher pitched when he’s defensive/being extremely cheeky but other than that his tone rarely changes

This man. Flirts so much. If any other person initiates even the slightest of flirty banter he takes that and dials it to eleven I cannot believe this is a straight married man sometimes

Joel commits to the bit 100% of the time (slightly related to above), unless of course it’s jokes about his height

Makes a point to compliment himself if he gets the chance (words most often used are “handsome” “strong” and “humble”, as well as comments about his muscles and physique)

Insults his enemies diminutively (“look at you down there, tiny idiot”/“You’re wrong and also weak”) ((seen most often in Empires SMP)

His most often used insult is “idiot”

When he’s flustered/frustrated he uses “bloody” a lot (ie “bloody heck” or “this bloody thing” (loves to toe the PG line), also uses “blooming” (“bloomin’ heck”)

Most often used exclamation is also “WHAT?!”

Bdubs

Opens videos very jovially, talks almost like a radio host

Breaks down his builds down to the block, spends a lot of time discussing his block pallet choices and giving tips while he builds

Uses the affirmation “sure enough” a lot, and often addresses himself as “Ol’ Bdubs”

Talks affectionately about other hermits often (“[name], the absolute sweetheart, left me some materials”, “[name], you angel!”)

Adding to above, “angel” or “sweet angel” seems to be his most often used affectionate terms

Switches on a dime, though, if he gets offended (which of course causes others to poke fun at him even more)

Calls mobs “stupid” a lot when they don’t do what he wants (but takes it back if he says it to one of his horses ex. “Come here, stupid—wonderful, I mean, beautiful”)

THIS MAN IS THE #1 HORSE ENJOYER. He gets a horse first thing every season and rides it everywhere, and they’re always a focal point of his theme or builds in some regard

Pauses whatever he’s doing to sleep as soon as it’s possible, and gets very antsy if he can’t do it for some reason (“One moment, time to shreep!”)

Related to above, EVERYONE messes with him if he’s trying to sleep in their presence ie breaking his bed over and over, and he gets increasingly more frustrated when it happens

Rarely is soft spoken or quiet, he projects his voice and uses a lot of emphasis in his tone

Either straight up screams (and peaks the mic 😭) if he’s startled or scared, or yells “oh my GOODNESS!!”

Number one exclamation is “HEY!”

[kenneth-black]

I think Eddie feels the most comfortable and at home with his abuela because growing up, she was probably the only person in his family who allowed him to be a child while everyone else expected him to be the man of the house. She let him be her little Eddito… 🥺🙃

[gif made by the talented @housewifebuck 🤍]

[novacqnes]

✩ sore loser // vi

summary: with an undefeated streak of nine wins victory is sweet for pitfighter!vi, but losing can be even sweeter.

⋆ warnings: pitfighter!vi, brief mentions of blood, alcohol & violence, smut; oral, squirting & fingering [fem receiving], top!vi

⋆ pairing: vi x fem reader

⋆word count: 2.4k

⋆ a/n: stop the vi hate, she’s so hot and sexy and kind, i forbid it!

nails scraped feverishly against the scarred skin of vi’s arm. needy and sharp, they littered the rough surface, leaving behind deep pink crescents with each touch. back and forth, back and forth, they dug into her flesh almost mechanically as she remained fixed between your thighs. desperately bringing her tongue against your wet clit. she lapped up your fluids, allowing her soft lips to slide against your pussy effortlessly as you shook against her, fighting through a blurred haze. fiery tears crept from your eyes; one by one they surged forward, setting your cheeks aflame along with the rest of your body. it took everything—every last drop of unbearable desire and greed—to steal a glance at vi. 

slivers of jet black and red hairs clung to the crown of her forehead. her features were frozen; misty blue eyes caught on you. she wanted more, eager for it, as every aspect of your being entranced this woman. your taste lingered on her tongue as she sank back in for more, drawing desperate whines from your lips. your smell, sugary and thick, filled the room just the way she liked, overwhelming all her senses. or the way you moved against her, jerking your body with each flick of her tongue against your folds. down to the cries—your cries, which were lewd and slick, permeating the humid air around you. allowing her this small fragment in time where she could truly win.

her knees hit the ground first, a loud thud rang through your ears as vi sank onto the blood-stained concrete. her hands found their way there next, gripping onto the ground as they fought for an ounce of stability among the animalistic screams. they pierced the putrid air, trapping your body in the middle as hundreds of people pushed against you. they demanded she rise and fight for the very status that had left her undefeated for weeks, but she didn’t move. rather she pressed her eyes close, shutting out the light, her opponent’s bashed face, and any possible connection you may have had to her. her heart pounded against her chest, pleading with her to breathe, to no avail. 

a crushing weight pressed against vi’s chest, forcefully expelling the air from her body. every one of her muscles begged for her to stop. she slid forward, a gasp crawling up her lungs as a wave of agony consumed her. she could shrug off pain. she’d done it many times before, but each movement left her with that same dreadful sensation. her mind and body vied for two opposing sides, both resulting in her losing this match, yet she was relentless. her fingers scrapped the ground as she pulled herself up in one swift motion, violently suppressing the nerves that writhed in her stomach. once more, violet brought her arms to her side, guarding her face as she swung a bruised fist at her opponent. 

the white sheets felt damp in your palms, providing a gentle substitute for vi’s skin. in your hands it compressed, shrinking with each stroke of vi’s thumb against your clit. the pressure was light at first, growing more fervent by the second. she pressed a soft kiss to your thigh, her breath warm as she moved up hovering over your pussy. she lingered for a moment, teasing you with the slightest bit of contact before pulling away. tension bloomed at the pit of your stomach, taking hold of your hips and drawing you to vi’s mouth— begging her to come closer. your movements were shaky; you wouldn’t be able to hold for much longer, but vi had to let it. she gazed up at your body, a mumbling mess covered in a thin film of sweat at her efforts. it gave her satisfaction beyond any victory in the pit; this was just for her.

“fuck—t-there still may be a follow-up—you can try again,” you moaned, vi slipping a finger inside you. she curled them sharply as she leaned forward, gently pressing her lips to yours. 

she began slow; you leaned into vi’s warmth, savoring the taste that lingered on her tongue. euphoric was an understatement. this was everything vi was lacking, splayed out across her flimsy mattress. there was something about your pleasure being in her hands that pulled the best from her—and it wasn’t a matter of control. whether it was you on that bed or her, vi adored the fact that it was with someone. her fights were isolating, in spite of the dozens of people that filled the pit each night. they weren’t fighting with her—but right here you were.

“they don’t wanna see me, sweetheart.”

“violet—“she spat against your core, moving down until her lips met your pussy. her tongue traced against your folds, flicking up and down as her index finger moved in and out. she soon slipped in a second, third, and fourth, sinking them inside your cunt at an unfathomable pace. her body showed no signs of slowing down. thick veins bulged from her forearm, and splotches of pink colored her cheeks, but she was on overdrive. determination clouded her senses, erasing any semblance of pain that arose in her. 

she muttered into you, “i’m good right here, just relax for me, yeah?” her voice was silky smooth, with sultry lined at the very top of it. she kept your legs open, solidifying her place between them as she hummed, furiously lapping at your clit. she smacked obnoxiously, pressing herself deeper and deeper into you until you had no choice but to make more room for her. and your hands acted first. they snaked their way around your hamstrings, forcing each leg to your sides as vi hummed in praise, sending a soft vibration up your core. 

the pleasure was beyond words, propelling you to an alternate realm as you pulsed around vi’s fingers, sucking them in with each charged stroke. she molded to you perfectly, pressing against the spongy tissue of your g-spot for as long as she could. it was evident; every fiber of her being was in this room, pushing you towards ecstasy. soon, black dots crept into your vision, distorting vi from your view, and before long your eyelids followed suit, shutting the rest of the room from you. 

“oh you’ve such pretty eyes, keep them here, right here,” she cooed. that fucking tone. so gentle and attentive it was nauseating. her gaze was unwavering; as if this wasn’t enough, she refused to look away from you, forcing your eyes to the glassy wetness smeared across her face. those eyes—they latched onto you, urging you to watch your girlfriend sink herself nose deep into you over and over again. the pressure magnified with each brush of vi’s lips against your clit. 

the words were trapped in your throat, “fuck vi—oh“ halting as you rapidly began to unravel. your gaze finally broke from hers, pulling your eyes to the feeble ceiling lights. a string of profanities fell from your lips as you shook against her mouth, surrendering to the adrenaline that mercilessly ripped through your body. 

“you don’t know what you do to me... so needy and beautiful. push yourself back on to me,” vi whispered, her voice dropping to a dangerously low octave. it sent a shiver up your spine, as the sensitivity followed. the pleasure bordered on overstimulation, but to say you wanted it to end would’ve been a lie. the sensations were purely addictive, bringing your body to her lips while in the same breath employing your hand to block her. making sense of it in the moment was nearly impossible thus, it took everything in you not to faint right then.

you gasped, “i-can’t—“

“move your hand y/n, let me hear it sweetheart.” 

vi’s brows furrowed slightly, dipping down as her eyes landed on your fingers, shakily obscuring her view. she watched as they moved mere inches, pausing at your lower stomach. she brought a hand to them, softly caressing your skin with her thumb, and carefully noting how you shuddered, whining at the slightest hint of contact. you were close, yes, but this couldn’t be rushed. 

vi moved from your legs, pressing her pink lips to your neck as she toyed with your clit, rubbing slow torturous circles into you. she kept a steady pace, not budging even when you grinded against her. rather she peppered your clavicle with kisses, running her tongue along the tender skin of your exposed neck. heat simmered at your cheeks, consuming the rest of your face as vi wielded your pleasure for her own satisfaction. every whine and gasp served to fuel what was left of her tattered ego. the control intoxicated her, restoring vi with a confidence that she hadn’t experienced since she set foot in the pit.

yet it was also about you—pleasing you—that drove violet insane. her body was quickly approaching its limit; it ached with dark purple bruises that covered her knees and fingers that were raw from the constant friction of bandages. vi adored this. she fell in love with the idea of giving every last bit of what she had to offer, and after her loss, she was destined to prove that even more. 

“holy shit,” you muttered, pressing your forehead against hers. desperation oozed from your voice as you cupped vi’s face in your palm. beyond your voice, the surrender was palpable. heavy eyelids shielded most of your eye, leaving visible only small glints of pigment. it grew increasingly difficult to focus on her but the same couldn’t be said for vi. she pushed the black strands from her face leaning against you as she picked up the pace. adding more and more pressure to the bundle of nerves—but it wasn’t enough. she would move her arm, delicately flexing the muscles in her forearm in restraint. her mouth would hover over your ear, teasing you with her tongue. she used it against you deliciously, following the long veins that trailed your neck until you were a whimpering mess. it was a tireless endeavor that vi trekked for hours. all of her efforts culminating in this one moment before ruining it all with a sudden halt. 

“vi please—“ 

she shook her head. “beg, baby.”

“please let me cum for you.” weakly you took her hands in yours, moving them from your clit, you slurred, “i wanna cum all over you.

she laid a soft kiss on your cheek, slipping her index back as you wrapped around her beautifully, blanketing her skin in a unique warmth that drew a gasp hum from vi’s lips. she curved them upward, meeting your g-spot once again. you shifted underneath her body, moaning into her ear completely unabashed. the anticipation reveled inside you with vi building on her speed. sweat dripped from her temples, sticking the dark black strands to her forehead. slowly, she came undone with you. her jagged breaths began to match yours, and her movements were growing more and more shallow.

streams of euphoria rifled through your body as the pit returned at the bottom of your stomach, paralyzing you from the waist down. torturously vi’s fingers met your g-spot, prodding and teasing the surface. your heart continued to race, beating out of your chest until it was the only thing that vi could hear; your moans slowly taking a backseat. limb by limb, the heat consumed you, leaving you victim to the overwhelming pleasure that began at your pussy, sending the rest of your body into a tailspin. 

she egged you on, “just like that, sweetheart, fuck, just like that." you could no longer make out vi’s beautiful face; the slight curve of her cheek was faint along with the rest of her features as you writhed against her. quickly losing control of the autonomy you once had. the pit within your stomach only sped up the process, bringing tears to your eyes as you cried, sinking your nails into the mattress. with one last thrust of vi’s finger, fluids rushed from your pussy, soaking the sheets underneath you in one swift motion. you were falling, silently surrendering to the emotions that took hold of your body. for that time, your body wasn’t entirely your own but a vehicle that only vi could steer. 

she took her place beside you, wrapping her arms around your waist as a pervasive silence fell upon the room. her hands soothingly rubbed the skin of your thigh, almost lulling you to sleep as the bright lights faded from view. you could feel her slowly succumbing to fatigue yet she moved closer, snuggling against your back. 

you tapped her arm, “hey, you did your best.”

“that’s what scares me,” she shrugged. there was always this slight divide between vi and what she did in the pit. you could see it. it was draining, extracting every bit of light from vi’s soul like an eternal vacuum. if anything, you were slightly grateful for this loss; it alleviated some of the pressure that burdened her, yet this wasn’t enough to put an end to it. truly the only person that could pry vi away from this place was herself. 

you turned to face her, “maybe that means it’s time to stop.” 

vi pressed her lips shut, her blue eyes briefly meeting the ceiling before falling back on you.

“if not, then you’ll probably lose again, which totally sucks but I’ll be here when you do,” you sighed. she allowed your hands to roam her sculpted arms. thumb tracing the ink etched into her tricep. uncertainty steadily filled the room as you both sat in silence, taking in the sight of one another. it offered you a slight glimmer of hope beyond the pit, a hope for a brighter future. one in which vi could simply be, without tirelessly fighting to prove her worth in every fight. she was worthy of love, and hopefully this moment of you two merely admiring each other was enough to begin that process. 

“i’ll make sure to lose each time then,” she chuckled, jumping up from the mattress. a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but you refrained from pointing it out, basking in the joy that settled over your girlfriend. it was small moments like these that made it all worth it. 

you began, “that’s not what i meant—“

“i’ll go check out that follow-up fight; you stay right here.”

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Fic Idea where Fiddleford helps Stan rebuild the portal, but Stan finds out that Fiddleford has a wife and he's like

"You have a WIFE?? That DIDN'T marry you to steal your car and money???? What are you DOING here???"

"Yeah, well.... She's better off thinking I'm dead somewhere....."

"A WIFE. That LOVES you. Get outta here and go explain yourself, Idiot!!"

"She and our son shouldn't have to deal with--"

"YOUR SON???!!?!!??"

Anyways, so Stan helps Fiddleford reach out and explain himself to his wife, but expresses that he wants to keep being in Gravity Falls, so his wife and kid go to live with them in The Shack instead.

Blah blah blah, bonding happens, Stan bags Fiddleford AND his wife and becomes a step dad, God bless 🙏

[l6ndry]

summer sun forever, rafe cameron

band au!rafe x fan!reader (SMAU)

IN WHICH . . . one of the biggest warnings among celebrities is to avoid falling for a fan. rafe clearly does not consider this when he first notices his self proclaimed number one fan, you.

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amora speaks: hii!!! this is my first time writing a fic.. i hope u like this LOLLL rafe's a little dry rn but i swear he'll get better. also inspired by all the smau's ive seen on tumblr recently !!! i havent seen s4 part 2 yet no spoilers plz 😢

[mintypsii]

what is this guy's issue 😭

[soodoonimin]

See Logan is very soft and loving and gentle with whoever is lucky enough to have his affections. So I think once he began to realize his feelings for Wade he almost immediately stop hurting him.

And this would confuse the hell out of Wade.

So much so that he starts doing extra annoying shit just to make sure he hadn’t entered a new level of insane. Because did Logan seriously not stab him after he smacked his ass?? Did Logan really let him get away with calling him “baby girl” in front Laura?? Was James Logan Howlett’s only reaction to being kissed on the forehead with red lipstick really to just tell him to “don’t ever fucking do that again”???

He’d question Logan about it for sure and unsurprisingly he’d be evasive as fuck about it, he’d probably even deny it.

Mind you I think Wade does kind of like the pain and physical closeness the occasional stabbing from Logan brought him so not only is confused but he also kind of misses it and in some weird way thinks he did something wrong and he spends weeks trying to figure out why the The Wolverine suddenly stopping hurting him.

When he finally figures it out his head nearly explodes from excitement.

[hungy-raka]

TOLD YALL I WAS MAKING SOMETHING

meet my au🤭

not sure on the name for this yet (maybe Lack of Foresight?) but basically, in this au narinder finds a loophole and escapes his imprisonment before the game events (aka before Lamb is beheaded) but finds out that Uh Oh seems that bros everything else is stuck in the afterlife

now with no crown, no powers, no godhood, no disciplines, no hoes and no bitches, narinder has to find a way to get everything back and get rid of his siblings, while making sure he doesnt get dismeboweled by some random heretics

oh and lamb is there

[mandumandy]

Out date: never! ill get it out i promis i swear please dont come for me

[tomatohorse]

Fanart for Echoes by doctortrekkie !!!

I’ve read the whole series so far but I wanted to at least draw something for Infected 🚦might maybe draw more if I get around to it!

(Also, in case you can’t tell, the three sections are supposed to represent each coloured life—e.g green section with the grass, yellow section with scar, red section with dogwarts)

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[panevanbuckley]

soulmate au where your soulmate's thoughts appear on your skin except your soulmate has adhd and your body becomes a living canvas of nonsensical, never-ending, constantly entertaining trails of thought

[starleska]

as a cringe selfshipper who's been in fandom for decades and draws nothing but blushy ship art, i feel so seen and so attacked right now 😂💖💖💖