#i am sorry my brain is 🔥🔥

[bonnisbon]

The way they look at each other when MK mentions friendship and not abandoning friends.

I am sure they both had the same flashback/memory... the 'arguing in the mountain' scene.

Macaque wanted to help Wukong, but Wukong became too obsessive with his goal, and that lent him to his demise. Future Macaque has the same pattern as past Wukong. They got reverse carted.

Wukong wanted to help his friends. He wanted to protect them, but that protection became harmful for him and others.

Macaque wanted to stop him in the past because he was becoming harmful, and now, in the future, he ends up being the one who harms for revenge.

Macaque is questioning himself and his actions in this scene after seeing all what happened, which is why he helps the team in the end (and because he wants to make amends)

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I am sorry if this doesn't make sense at all 💀

[snatcher-no-snatching]

who else up getting mesmerizedddd

[nyupuun]

Satellite's Shooting Star (Dragon)

continuation of this (technically)

[demobatman]

its like i know mike is mal and will is ben in the descendants au but its taking everything in me not to make gayboy mcpoverty the graffiti artist from the isle and bangs mcmiddleclass the prince with a heart of gold

[spidersunny]

it sucks that the more i care about someone the more i will find any and all reason to convince myself that they don’t care about me

[ohimsummer]

fastest assumer ever tbh. regardless of how illogical it is if I think about it for more than a second.

[wonsroyalty]

it's okay, i'm okay : ̗̀➛이희승

i don't want him anyway, girl, take him..

✧heeseung x f!reader

genre/warnings: 3.8k, i don’t want to give too much away :0 but angst, relationship, cheating, shouting, sex, fighting, mentions of wishing death. this in no way shape or form represents heeseung, it's purely fictional! italics are flashback scenes!!!

a/n: i’m obsessed with this song omg + i listened to white ferrari (it’s my cry song 😕) at one point while writing this so theres a few references AND i was listening to the new tyler album so if it’s not sad enough it’s because i was so excited 😭😭 ooo and the favourite song choice is from those playlists that enha made at the start of the romance untold era 🔥🔥 for @sofsofenso my no.1 fan, mwah 😽 i hope you like it !!

masterlist

"I. Love. You. So. Fucking. Much." he kissed you between each word.

Your chest was heavy as you held his weight on your stomach but you managed to laugh at his actions.

"We'll be together forever right?" you held your pinky out.

"Forever and ever!" he crossed his own with yours.

Heeseung Lee wasn’t dead but you truly wished he was.

Your naive 11-year-old heart truly believed that you'd be with him forever. He was your first everything.

You were that cheesy couple in the group that everyone believed would get married and have kids and stay together till you were old and grey.

Too bad, considering your luck was always terrible and you had attracted the devil's spawn.

The fleeting moments of you sneaking him into your room, the lingering touches you shared and the overall thought of his existence skated around the interior of your brain.

You desperately wanted to get rid of them but they brought a sense of comfort that only he could fill.

flashback!-

"I think you might be my soulmate.." he trailed off.

"Hee!" you scolded him. "Wait until after we meet your parents."

You smoothed down your black skirt, checking your outfit in the mirror one last time.

He helped you into his red leather jacket before pulling you into his embrace.

"Heeseung!"

"Okay, okay baby." he pulled away. "Let me get a picture before we go,"

The flash of his polaroid camera captured your smitten expression as he kissed your cheek.

His parents loved you, they claimed that their son had a glow around him whenever he was with you.

"Oh my, sorry. I can't focus when I look into your eyes, pretty." Heeseung whispered.

You lightly hit his chest. "I was telling you to look at this."

"Wait, new lockscreen and it's still me!" he got up and did a little dance.

"Yeah, but that not what I- "

He picked you up and twirled you around before attacking you with tickles.

"Stop, stop!"

"Tell me how much you love me and I'll stop." he cackled.

"I love you, so much, Hee." you collapsed onto his bed in a fit of giggles.

He flopped down next to you and pulled you into his chest.

"You really are my soulmate."

What a bunch of crap.

"Yn.. don't look but she's.. over there." Winter glared in the direction of the girl who was partly responsible for the end of your relationship.

flashback!-

Keeho rested an arm around your shoulder as he showed you around the party.

"You're so drunk already." You laughed at him. “Again.”

It was common for Keeho to get heavily drunk at pre’s and every time he said he would stop but just didn’t follow through.

"AM not." he pouted.

The two of you walked over to your friends.

"Where's your man?" Sungchan laughed behind his cup.

"We're not always together." you grumbled.

His comment did make you curious though as you had both made your way to the party separately.

Your grandfather was sick and you wanted to visit him in the hospital before making your way to Keeho's 19th, so you had told Heeseung he could meet you whenever he got there.

Chenle told you that he'd seen him in the kitchen earlier so they all followed you there.

"Heeseung! What the fuck!" you shouted.

Yunjin was pressed up against your boyfriend who had a hand in her hair. They were about an inch away from kissing but judging by the gloss on his lips, you could tell that they already had.

He gently pushed her away with a laugh.

"Baby, hey." he waved to your friends too.

"What is your problem?!"

You pushed him away as he got closer to you.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the kitchen.

"Guys.." Winter called after you.

His feet stopped once you were inside a bathroom.

"I've never seen you that mad before, pretty." he laughed.

"Let me out."

"No way... you're actually jealous."

Your jaw dropped.

"I'm not jealous, I'm breaking up with you."

"No, you're not." His face dropped. “Your emotions are high right now because your grandfather is sick. Don’t let that cloud your judgement.”

All you could do was look away because you believed his words.

"Come on, let's talk about this." he attempted to kiss you.

"Get off! You've clearly kissed someone else tonight and you expect me to want to stay with you despite you cheating."

This wasn't even the first time you'd caught him “cheating” on you.

He laughed in your face.

"This isn't Yunjin's lip combo." he joked.

"Well, it's someone's isn't it?" you frowned.

"So, you're gonna throw away 9 years because you don't trust me?" he calmed down.

Spolier! He'd convinced you to stay with him once again!

You remember the disappointed looks from all of your friends when you walked out with his arm around you.

They weren’t the only people who began to warn you about Heeseung.

Every new person you’d interacted with told you that he was bad news but you reassured them that he was just getting used to university.

He seemed to switch as soon as you’d gotten to uni, badmouthing you to his friends, staying out late, missing dates, ignoring you and each time you’d take him back.

You even took him back when you walked into the lunch area and caught him kissing your seat-mate from Politics.

Your best friends didn’t speak to you for a week after that one.

But you’d become desensitised to the feeling you got when you’d catch him. Taking him back immediately saved you from having to argue with him and you were tired.

Tired from the stress of your degree and having to deal with Heeseung.

Everywhere you went, you received looks of pity. No one envied you for being in a relationship with Heeseung, they all felt sorry for you.

You continued to defend him and every time he’d act out and chip off a piece of your heart, leaving you embarrassed and scared.

“Hee is my soulmate.” you reiterated.

Heeseung was all you ever wanted.

He was all you’d ever known.

Hee was your first everything.

Letting him go, would be losing a part of yourself and you weren’t quite sure if you were capable of doing that yet.

But four months later at the same house you'd been pushed to your limit.

flashback!-

“Great to see that you aren’t as drunk as last time.” Chenle poked at Keeho.

“I’m on lookout, Jiung smashed my dining room table last time.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yn!” someone turned you around.

“Hey, Yunjin.” you all sighed.

“Where’s Heeseung?” she pouted.

You really didn’t know and you were tired of people asking you that.

“I don’t know, go find him if you want.” you shrugged.

You had every reason to be mad at him.

It was your 10-year anniversary and you hadn’t done anything to celebrate together.

The party was his idea of “having a fun anniversary”.

“Yunjin, don’t come over to kill the vibe.” Sungchan groaned.

“Fine.” she grumbled.

On her way past you, she pretended to trip in order to dump her drink down your front.

“Shit.” you ran off to a bathroom in order to get the ice out of your bra, not even stopping to hear Winter scold Yunjin.

Most of them were locked so you opted for the one in Keeho’s bedroom.

On the verge of tears, you attempted to calm yourself down and get a shirt from his walk in wardrobe.

You threw on a jersey that matched with your jeans and were on your way out when someone came into the main area of the room.

“Finally, I’ve been looking for you for ages.” a girl giggled.

‘What is Yunjin doing here?’

“Well, I’m a busy man.”

‘Heeseung?! What kind of a sick joke was this?’

“Ugh don’t remind me. I asked Yn where you were and she literally said she didn’t care.”

‘I didn’t say that??’

“What?” Heeseung sounded confused.

“Enough about her, I’m right here. And we have all the time in the world.”

You could hear her kiss him.

The same lips that had spent countless hours pressed against your own.

The same lips that spoke promises of fulfilment and expressed their gratitude towards you.

The same lips that whispered words of encouragement when it was just the two of you, late at night while you gave yourself to him.

You felt disgusted.

Heeseung Lee wasn’t dead, but you truly wished he was. You wanted him to suffer an unspeakable fate for hurting you but every time you thought of him, you couldn’t bear the thought of having to live without him.

The remaining fragments of your heart fell into the palm of your hand. There was nothing to fight for anymore.

You should’ve moved long before the moans reached your ear but you were frozen in shock.

‘Is this what people warned me of.’ you panicked. ‘I should’ve never let it get this far.”

Your feet didn’t wait and moved involuntarily as you gave away your hiding spot.

You needed to see it for yourself.

The tears that you’d been holding in for months fell down your cheeks.

“I can’t do this- not today.”

Pushing past them you ran downstairs and out the doors, attracting the attention of your friends.

“Yn? What, wait!” Heeseung shouted, running after you as he slipped his clothes back on.

He grabbed your arm pulling you back into his embrace.

You shoved him away violently this time.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“You can’t keep saying you’re sorry and then acting out and embarrassing me every. single. time. I’m fed up Heeseung, I am done with you for good. The pain I feel just from loving you is a burden that I shouldn’t have to face anymore. I love you so much, Hee- Heeseung.” You cried as you pushed him away again. “I care so much, but it’s clear that my best just wasn’t enough for you. I’m sure that- that in another life we’d be happy.. but in this one I just don’t think that’s possible.”

“Yn, no. I’ll fix this.. I’ll fix us and I- I’ll change my ways. Just- please.” he trembled. “I wanted- I want to spend my life with you.. I can’t lose you. You can’t leave me. You’re all I’ve ever known.”

“Well that’s not true,” you sobbed. “I don’t trust you anymore.”

“Baby, why.” he grabbed your hands. “Why don’t you trust me anymore? What do I have to do to get you to trust me again.. I’ll do anything for you. I love you..”

You could see your friends in your peripheral vision watching in concern. Waiting to intervene.

“Can I ask you something?” you stared him in the eye. “I need you to answer honestly.”

“Anything!” he pleaded, tears running down his face. “Ask me anything.”

“Why did you do it time after time?” you watched him deny his acts.

“Sieun told me. You were with Yunjin, Aya, Kate. You even tried it on my Winter and she’s my best friend, Mia, Yeji, Aeri.. I can’t.” The tears fell again.

“None of them compare to you.. Baby, please don’t leave.” he tried getting closer to you. “When I look at you all I see is my soulmate. I care for you still and I will, forever.”

“Well, I look at you… and I see nothing.”

For once, he didn’t even try to fight back.

The rest of the night was a blur.

Sungchan punched him and Winter took you home as you cried for days to come.

You waited by the phone for a text or even a call with an apology but days passed then weeks which turned into months.

There was an odd sense of comfort in knowing that he knew he was in the wrong but all you wanted to do was have him hold you and tell you that everything would be alright.

Yunjin waited for her coffee to be made as she looked down at her phone.

"I.. You know what.. I don't care." you leaned back in your chair.

You didn’t know if she was still dating him, and you didn’t want to.

Chenle gasped.

"Are you being real right now?" He pressed. "This is new territory."

You nodded.

Winter suddenly began to look uncomfortable.

"Coming.. over.. here." she muttered out.

"Yn!" Yunjin screeched. “You’re going to Keeho’s party tonight right?”

“Yeah.. Surprised that you are too, you know.”

She pointed at herself confused.

“I didn’t know you were friends with Keeho.” you pointed.

“Oh, I’m not. I’m someone’s plus one.” she looked away bashfully.

“That’s not a problem.” you shrugged it off. “We’re all there to get wasted anyway.”

She mistook your lack of anger as friendship.

“Well, hope I see you later.” she waved, taking off as her order was called up.

“I don’t.” Chenle groaned.

You looked at the time on your phone.

“Cute lockscreen.” Winter giggled.

It was a picture of you, her, Chenle, Sungchan and Keeho on holiday together.

That was the summer after you and Heeseung broke up.

flashback!-

“It is so hot here.” Winter fanned herself.

“That’s because you’re stood out on the balcony.” Sungchan laughed.

Everyone else lounged around your hotel room.

You were still a mess.

They were trying to distract you from anything and everything and while you appreciated the thought, you just wanted Heeseung back.

Your phone was connected to Keeho’s speaker, blasting some songs that you weren’t paying attention to.

A familiar intro snapped you out of your trance and you immediately reached for your phone.

“No- No, Yn give me that.” Chenle snatched the phone out of your hands.

You’d pressed onto Heeseung’s contact and were in the process of typing out ‘I miss you…’

You remembered what Heeseung told you the first time. “Sincerity is scary by the 1975. Whenever I hear the song, I think of you.” he shrugged. “I guess that’s why it’s my favourite.”

All it took was one song, his favourite song, and you fell back into the rhythm that they were trying to get you out of.

“Come on.” Keeho smiled as he helped you up. “Let’s go out, it’s not every day that you get to be in Hawaii!

Now two years had passed.

You were in the final year of your Bachelor’s degree, with employment lined up for you to work under a United Nations representative as you studied for your Masters.

Winter was going off to Paris to work as a designer for a luxury brand, Chenle was already earning 6 figures as an accountant while studying, Keeho and Sungchan were both planning a gap year before going into business and engineering respectively.

Your best friends, all going their separate ways. You couldn’t bear the thought.

You loved them like no other and having to deal with life’s problems alone didn’t seem too great.

Together you’d created a calendar to show whenever someone was free and had planned several group holidays to come.

Spending winter in Paris with Winter, spring break in the Philippines with Keeho and Sungchan and several mini trips in summer with Chenle.

“Cheers!” Keeho shouted.

“What are we cheering to?” you laughed.

“Us… duh!”

You’d all settled on the conservatory sofa, away from the noise and people at the party.

“We have 5 months left, don’t get sappy.” Sungchan smiled.

“Well if you think about it, it’ll be over in no time.” Winter looked deep in thought. “We’ve been friends for 19 years now and those flew by.”

19 years..

It didn’t take long for you all to realise that you really didn’t have a lot of time left in your bubble.

Having to face the real world without your found family was difficult.

“I don’t want to leave you guys.” Chenle cried into your side as you all hugged each other.

“Please don’t be a stranger guys,” Keeho sobbed. “Weekly group facetime calls, weekend trips..”

“I want postcards.” you wailed. “From your world trip.”

“You’ll all get them.” Sungchan bawled.

“Remember in nursery when- when Chenle started that paint fight and we all got scolded by the teacher.” Winter laughed with a sniffle.

Laughter broke out across the group.

You had the picture on your childhood bedroom wall. The four-year-old versions of yourselves covered head to toe and looking guilty.

Time really does fly by.

“I love you guys.”

The moment was cut short when Jiung stumbled into the room.

“Hey!”

“Not me!”

Chenle dove out of the way and you ended up covered in Jiung’s drink.

“Why does everyone put ice in their drinks!” you wined. “I’m going to steal a shirt, Keeho.”

You left the group as they arranged a ride home for Jiung and looked for a change of clothes in Keeho’s wardrobe.

Slipping a shirt on, you left his room but realised you’d wanted to use the bathroom.

There was another down the hall anyway.

You were in the process of washing your hands when you noticed the song seeping through the gap under the door.

“Sincerity is scary by the 1975.”

But you didn’t have an urge to text him.

The door flung open.

‘Why!’ you groaned.

“Ba- Yn..” he tilted his head. “You look better.”

“Please leave, Heeseung.”

You hated how he looked even better.

“Why are you looking at me like that..” you whined.

You hated how your whole being shut down as soon as you were close to him. The past two years went out of the window.

“Like what?” he whispered.

“You know we can’t..” you trailed off.

He took several steps closer to you and you hesitated to breathe.

“We’re not doing anything.” his eyes were very much focused on your lips.

Winter’s voice rang out in your head.

“Don’t tell the guys.. but if you ever end up in the same place as him, I think you should get closure. It’ll help you move on.”

You let him kiss you.

When he pulled away you brought him back, kissing his lips with a hunger you’d never had before.

He pulled you up by the waist and placed you on the bathroom counter, fingers immediately making their way under your skirt.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“One last time.” you confirmed before kissing him again with even more passion.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” he pulled down your underwear and began to lap at your cunt.

Your hands grasped at his now red hair, as your head fell back against the mirror with a gasp.

He knew you like the back of his hand and you were ashamed to reach your climax so fast as he worked your insides with precision and memory.

“Fuck.. Hee- Heeseung, I’m gonna cum.” you moaned out.

“Cum for me, pretty. You did so well,” he praised as he rubbed your clit.

The nickname and intensity of your orgasm did a number on you.

You felt lightheaded as he kissed you breathlessly before reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom.

‘Thank God, he got the message. One last time.’ you thought. It felt too intimate to let him fuck you raw.

Your fingers made light work of discarding his belt and jeans so you could pull his boxers down teasingly slowly.

“Baby, please..” he whined.

You slid off the counter and onto your knees, immediately taking him into your mouth.

Your muscles moved like clockwork, memory working overtime as you pushed his buttons the way he always loved.

“Not yet..” he whimpered.

He pulled your head off his dick and helped you stand up then bent you over the counter.

You watched in the mirror as he rolled the condom on and then rubbed his length on the slick of your release.

“Heeseung,” you whined as he nudged your clit with his tip.

“All in one?” he asked you.

You nodded.

He sheathed himself into you in one go.

Feeling as though you could cum then and there, you slumped onto the surface in front of you.

Heeseung grabbed your hair and forced you to watch him in the mirror.

Once you made eye contact, you became fully aware of the situation you were in.

You cried out as he slapped your ass before slamming into you from behind.

The moans leaving your lips and whines leaving his would be heard by everyone if the music wasn’t so loud.

He knew exactly what to do and you didn’t even have to tell him what pace to go at, he remembered.

“Hee! Right there.” you cried out. “R- Right there.”

“I’m so close.” he cried. “Shit..”

“Me too.” you held your hand out.

Heeseung grabbed your outstretched hand as you came together.

Silence overcame you both as he threw the condom into the bin and helped clean you up.

He tried to kiss you again.

You looked away.

It was clear that he had just cried but so had you.

The tension and emotion you had for each other was too strong.

“I’m sorry.” he croaked out. “I’m so sorry.”

Your arms pulled him into your embrace.

“It’s okay.”

He pulled back slightly and kissed you again.

This time it was light and if you weren’t paying attention, it would’ve felt as though he was never there.

You wiped his tears away before your own.

“Do you ever think about what life would be like for us, if things were different..?” he asked.

Someone burst into the room.

“You bitch!” Yunjin shouted at you.

It wasn’t hard to assume that you’d just had sex with the smell lingering in the room and the mirror fogged up.

“Huh?” you looked at Heeseung to explain.

“Wait, Yn- ”

You laughed in pain.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

You’d just helped him do what broke your heart in the first place.

Instead of sadness or anger you just felt done.

“We were just talking.” you lied.

You weren’t covering for him. You knew that he needed the closure as much as you did but ultimately you were trying to save your own skin.

Yunjin looked furious.

“You can have him.” she seethed. “I should’ve known that he’d never get over you. But I didn’t think that you’d try to get at him.”

“Girl, take him. He’s yours.” you put your hands up, signalling that you were finished with whatever was going on. “I had him in the first place, I don’t want him anymore.”

You felt bad talking about Heeseung like he was an object while he was right in front of you but you pushed that aside.

“No-!” she frowned.

“I don’t want him anyway,” you turned to leave. “Girl take him.”

Yunjin didn’t even try to fight it.

She seemed shocked that you’d given up so easily.

“Heeseung,” you started. “To answer your question, I did. But I learned not to expect much from you.”

Heeseung Lee wasn’t dead, but you no longer cared enough to wish he was.

THE END.

[karlachian]

baldur's gate 3 wyll ravengard grand duke coronation tumblr simulator

🩸 bloodlover

he said WHAT about me

🦴 jonfromshop

i love <3 that we are livign in this day and age of baldurian politics. this is fucking awesome

2,235 notes

🪼 slenderweaver

TWENTY. FOUR.

#AND WHAT WAS I DOING AT TWENTY FOUR. FUCKALL!!!!!

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🪡 tailormadewares Follow

now why is the coronation happening in the middle of the night. some of us have jobs!

🐦‍⬛ ulderravengard Follow

the new duke consort is kind of like an evil stepmother but for the city

🦴 jonfromshop

AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE READING OUT THE GREAT LAWS RIGHT NOW LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

4,458 notes

🌊 tavalina

very extremely proud of one of my best friends in the whole world wyll ravengard. can't make it to the coronation because of the whole bein g stuck in hell with my wife thing can a sweet mutual please. keep me updated.

🐺 simfolicity Follow

duke consort astarion lastname has clearly micromanaged the whole thing and ulder ravengard and him might be trying to kill each other during the ceremony. wyll is just happy to be there i think

🌊 tavalina

oh okay so business as usual

🏹 highharper

business as usual

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💋 bladethatthang

why is NO ONE talking about the geopolitical ramifications of the future grand duke being engaged to marry a CLEARLY evil looking mean cunt of an elf. not to MENTION the problematic age gap.

🩸 bloodlover

mad because he's fucking me and not you????????

💋 bladethatthang

i genuinely wish we all had died with the elder brain

🪡 tailormadewares Follow

HERITAGE POST

#bringing this back for coronation day

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🪼 slenderweaver

i;m sorry. wyll ravengard is TWENTY FOUR YEARS OLD? HE SHOULD'VE BEEN AT THE ELFSONG

🛎️ i-live-in-the-dumbwaiter

quite famously he was at the elfsong. like i understand where you're coming from but that was a whole thing. he was very polite about ordering food at 3 in the morrow in the sense that he didn't. do that.

🪼 slenderweaver

oh so now we are fucking doing elfsong pedantics about the TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD RUNNING OUR CITY.

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📦 zhentingthatrim Follow

this is so fucking stupid i WANTED to do a coup a mutiny an overthrowing even today during the coronation but no one wants to fucking do revolution anymore. you say can we PLEASE try and kill the new grand duke for trade opportunities and freedom of will. and then they will say well why would i want to do that. wyll ravengard is soooooooooo handsome and sweet and nice. trying to kill him would be RUDE. WE USED TO BE A FUCKING CITY.

🩸 bloodlover

bunk 42, flaming fist barracks, basilisk gate

📦 zhentingthatrim Follow

AYO?????

🔥 florricking Follow

open the door

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✨ princessofhousenightstar

do your required reading you little wretches and understand that i am here fundamentally to talk about wyll where he can't see it. i love the man but sometimes i like to keep things to myself. anyways doesn't he look sooooooo dashing in his coronation outfittttttttt 🥰 i made ittttttt

🪼 slenderweaver

does anyone remember when this was an embroidery blog

🏹 highharper

you are a strange strange little man astarion

#HOW has he not found this blog yet is the question i think

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🩸 bloodlover

i want ulder ravengard dead

🗡️ bladeoffrontiers

:(

🩸 bloodlover

i want ulder ravengard mildly inconvenienced

🐦‍⬛ ulderravengard Follow

we are literally tumblr mutuals. for your evil and nefarious purposes no doubt.

🪡 tailormadewares Follow

we're all going to fucking die

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🦴 jonfromshop

wh

the grand duke isn't an option because he always sweeps.

[zebuie]

CINNAMON GIRL

pairings; gf!ellie x fem!reader

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 SYNOPSIS:: You were making cinnamon rolls in the kitchen when Ellie walked in and tempted you into some steamy action. (SORRY I DONR KNOW HOW TO WEORD THIS)

WARNINGS— 2.6k words, smut!!!!, strap on usage (r receiving), eating out (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), pet names (good girl🙁, mama, uhemmm idk), ellie calls her strap her dick, Ellie fucks u on the counter, a little bit of fluff in the start?!? uhuhuhhhh sorry my brain isn’t functioning propoerly😆😆😆

a/n; writing this made me realize how single I am LORDDD anyways I’m so cramped with work I have sm to do I jus wnan sleep 😞 also might start writing for Abby and dina yusssss🔥 there’s a lotta (r receiving) in the warnings i need to dom Ellie

DAILY CLICK

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

It was a Friday evening, Ellie had originally planned to hang out with her friends but changed her mind and decided to stay at home with you

You could hear her swearing and groaning from the other room while playing her video game. 

Suddenly, she switched off the console, walked over to you who was adorned in a pair of satin short shorts and a tank top wearing an apron around your waist, engaged in making cinnamon rolls on the flour-covered countertop. 

Upon spotting you, Ellie ambled up towards you and hugged you closely before pointing towards the half-completed dough on the counter 

“hey baby, need help?” she asked, You smiled at Ellie's unexpected surprise and hugged her back, happy to spend your evening together. 

"Yeah definitely thanks," you replied sweetly, "I almost got bored playing around with the dough. A little help would be great." 

Ellie smirked before helping you out on rolling and kneading the sticky dough until it became smooth and stretchy. 

As the two of you continued to bake, a playful banter filled the air as Ellie shared stories about her gaming adventures while you teased her gentle nature against her tough girl persona. 

You were getting along great while making those cinnamon rolls when you both ended up covered in dough. 

You laughed and joked about it before Ellie decided to take it a step further. 

She pretended to dodge you but eventually, she let herself get caught by your arms, flour all over her. It was silly, 

but so sweet. You brushed the dust off her shoulders and neck with one hand which made Ellie giggle even more. It's moments like these that make relationships worthwhile. 

You continued baking the cinnamon rolls and somehow managed to avoid any more dough-mishaps. Ellie felt a sudden pang of hunger which made you suggest trying one of the warm freshly baked treats. 

Excited, Ellie eagerly obliged; her eyes closing in pleasure as she bit into the soft, sticky roll coated with sweet cinnamon-sugar mix. She moaned quietly "babe! these are amazing," 

pulling you close for a tender kiss to share in her delight. As you basked in Ellie's contented sigh, the scent of warm cinnamon rolls filling the air around you, something deep inside urged you to pull her even closer. 

You couldn't resist any longer as your fingers intertwined with hers and gently tugged her into a more intimate hug. 

Ellie didn't protest but rather melted against your chest completely entranced by the warmth emanating from both of your bodies. 

Slowly, she tilted her head upwards to meet your gaze; desire flickering within her eyes like soft moonlight. In that moment,  everything else faded away leaving just the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms - sharing a gentle kiss filled with tenderness and longing. 

As your lips parted, you felt the urge to deepen the kiss, drawing Ellie closer until you were practically devouring her sweet lips. 

Your hands moved from her fingers up her arms, taking in every curve as they reached around to cradle her lower back. She sighed deeply as she surrendered herself to your embrace fully engrossed in the passionate exchange. 

Before too long, soft moans escaped both of your lips mingling together creating a symphony of desire that resonated within the peaceful serenity of your warm kitchen. Ellie slowly but slyly untied ur apron, gripping onto your thighs and propping you up on the flour covered countertop. 

“Ellie..” you whined, In that moment, there was no need for words - your eyes conveyed everything - want, desire, hunger for her sweet touch. 

Her fingers dug into your flesh as she pressed herself closer to you; a whimper escaping her lips. Without hesitating further, Ellie slipped her hands under the waistband of ur shorts and gently cupped your bare cheeks in her palms sending shivers down your spine. 

"God Ellie...", you moaned softly, burying your face in the hollow of her neck as she fondled your ass with skilled hands. 

Her breath washed over your ear sending jolts of pure lust down your spine. 

She kissed you hungrily again and then started to trail her lips downward onto your chest; teasing circles around the soft skin between ur pecs before moving lower. You watched through hazy desire filled eyes as she lowered herself even further until her lips were barely touching the fabric of your panties. "Ellie...want you so bad," you breathed out thickly, your hips bucking instinctively as she continued her teasing. 

Ellie's smile grew wickedly wide as she slipped a hand inside your panties; her eyes meeting yours. She leaned back slightly, pulling on ur panties until it finally came off - leaving you fully exposed to her heated gaze. Ellie palmed your pussy, teasingly stroking your slit causing wet warmth to flood between your legs. Her gaze never left yours as she blew a gentle stream of air against your moistened folds; a soft whimper escaping from deep within you. 

Ellie leaned closer, trailing her tongue along the sensitive seam while probing gently inside with one finger.

You cried out softly, arching your back at the delicious sensation flooding through you as she continued to lave her tongue along your slick folds. She slipped a second finger inside, stretching you deliciously while occasionally flicking her thumb across your bundle of nerves. 

she then slowly started to plant sloppy kisses on your neck, her hand on your neck. Ellie pulled back from your sensitive spots, admiring the glistening dampness she left on you. "so beautiful.." she whispered softly, trailing her fingers through the wetness before dipping them in her mouth teasingly. 

You sighed contentedly as her other hand moved between your thighs spreading you open just a bit more; giving her easier access to explore your body further with soft gentle kisses and lingering licks. 

She teased your most sensitive spot with gentle flicks of her tongue while her fingers danced around you, increasing the pressure as she gradually pushed you closer to the edge. 

Ellie moved her other hand between you, rubbing lightly against your hardening clit making waves of pleasure crash through you until everything became a blur; ecstasy washing over you as waves after wave of intense pleasure crashed down upon you. 

You moaned loudly in pure delight; trembling under Ellie's skilled touches until at last, your body relaxed completely leaving both of you breathing heavily in each other's embrace. 

As your shudders slowly subsided, Ellie pulled away to admire the flushed beauty of her lover. "love u s’much.. " she murmured before reaching up to pull your damp tank top off; tossing it aside. 

She ran her fingers softly over your chest, grazing the skin tenderly and gently cupping each breast while leaning in for a deep kiss. 

Her fingers teased circles around your sensitive nipples causing you to gasp slightly at the sweet pleasure emanating through you. 

Ellie slowly traced the curve of your breasts, her fingers sliding under you and around your body until she reached between your thighs; running her finger through the wetness there. 

She glanced down at it with a knowing smirk before glancing back up into your eyes; the strain in them telling her everything she needed to know. Slipping off her own sweat pants, Ellie revealed the strap on that was nestled against her core; a wicked gleam lighting up her eyes as she noticed your obvious intrigue. "ready?" Her voice was soft, You nodded wordlessly.

feeling a surge of anticipation course through you as she slowly began to ease the strap on between your legs. Ellie ran it along the swollen folds before sliding it gently inside you; stretching you even further causing shuddering moans of delight to escape your lips. 

She adjusted herself, getting comfortable and gripping one end while her free hand danced around your body playfully - occasionally caressing or teasing parts of your sensitive flesh until you were whimpering for more. 

With a gentle pull, Ellie guided you off the counter and turned you around so your ass was up in the air; her lips finding their way to the soft skin of your lower back as she explored every inch with loving thoroughness. 

As she rubbed against you, Ellie slowly began to push inside again causing hot waves of pleasure to crash through you. 

You moaned deeply at the fullness stretching you wide while pushing back against her eagerly. 

Ellie picked up pace, her hips moving faster and more confidently as she savored the feeling of being so deeply connected to you. 

Her fingers traced sensual patterns on your lower back, occasionally grazing the sensitive skin right by your buttocks; making you shudder delightfully in pleasure. 

"Please mama…fuckkkk-" Ellie breathed out huskily against your skin - her tone thick with passion and desire before withdrawing almost completely only to slam back inside leaving a soft grunt escaping from both of you. 

Ellie continued to plunge herself in and out of you, her rhythm becoming more intense as she growled deep in her throat - her entire body consumed by the pure bliss of being connected to you. 

She reached forward to wrap her fingers around your clit; rubbing it gently while alternately teasing your entrance with the tip of the strap on. You whined softly, desperately trying to control yourself but the pleasurable sensations were overwhelming. 

Sweat was dripping from both of you, but it did nothing to dampen the intense passion between you. 

Ellie's panted breaths filled your ears as she drove deeper, her muscles clenching around your wet folds causing shivers to dance through you. 

She continued to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves; her fingers moving in delicate patterns while thrusting harder and faster into your core. The feeling of being stretched wide coupled with Ellie's skilled caresses caused you to feel a pressure building low in your belly; every thrust intensifying it until all you could do was moan loudly. 

She sensed the impending climax and changed her pace once more - drawing herself almost completely out before plunging back inside fiercely, her fingers continuing to torment your clit. 

Ellie swore she felt your muscles contracting around her and she knew you were close. With a growl, she thrust herself harder, “cmon baby, takin’ my dick so well..” Ellie grunted. You cried out, 

a powerful climax washing over you as pleasure ripped through your body. Your muscles clamped down hard on Ellie's strap on and she groaned deeply - her hips stalling for a moment before resuming their frenetic rhythm. Ellie rode it out with you - her own orgasm surging through her at the sweet sound of your cries. 

The intensity of your orgasm sent Ellie over the edge and she grunted loudly as her own release surged through her; her body shaking with pleasure. As the sensations subsided, she gently pulled out of you and spun you around so you were facing her - a wicked grin spreading across her face. 

"Good girl..." Ellie teased lightly, reaching down to stroke herself through her sweatpants; giving an amused glance towards your dripping pussy. 

"Fuck, yes." Ellie finally spoke gruffly, her fingers disappearing inside her pants to find her throbbing clit. 

"made me cum so hard... I need your sweet pussy to finish me off." She gave a lustful groan as she tugged you closer - sitting on the couch and pulling you over herself. 

As you straddled Ellie's lap, she eagerly ground herself against your sopping folds - moaning loudly as she rubbed her clit against the soft flesh. She reached up to grasp your hips; tugging you closer and harder onto her grind. 

Your pussy pressed against Ellie's clit, causing her to shiver from the contact; her hips bucking in pleasure. "You like that?" Ellie husked out before giving your hips a hard squeeze.

You whimpered, unable to deny the pleasure radiating through you. 

Your pussy slickened even more, rubbing against her sensitive nub in perfect harmony. 

Ellie's breathy moans became louder and more frantic; her hips thrusting upward, 

chasing after the sweet edge that seemed always just out of reach. 

Sweat glistened on both your bodies as the intensity of your grinding grew stronger - pleasure swelling within you, threatening to spill over. 

Ellie dug her fingers into your flesh, her hips bucking fiercely against yours; she let out a fierce growl before burying her face in the crook of your neck. 

Her rough tongue trailed up your throat, suckling and biting gently at your earlobe as she moaned loudly into your ear - her body shaking from the force of her climax. 

As Ellie's orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pleasure coursed through you; forcing a gasp past your lips as you also felt yourself approaching the edge. 

Her climax spent, Ellie gently eased you off her lap - a satisfied smile spread across her face. "Fuck babe, I needed that." She leaned in for a tender kiss; softly grazing her teeth over your lower lip before pulling away.

[distant-velleity]

“Now… Shall we share a dance?”

[SR] Sinner's Garb Yuhua is here!!! For @beneathsakurashade's fan event~

I. I lowkey think I MASSIVELY misinterpreted the event's rules but--- But------ If I was wrong just pretend it's an alternate universe where he got this role 🔥🔥🔥🔥 (School has fried my brain I am so sorry) I also just came up with the name for the card on my own so I'm also sorry about that OTL I'm really taking too many creative liberties

Anyway um you can tell I've fixated on Evillious Chronicles before so. Yeah!!! UI-less card and voicelines are continued under the cut as per usual <3

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Summon: A tale of seven sinners and their punishments… Sounds interesting. 

Groovification: — LOCKED — 

Set to Home Screen: The stage is set, and the actors are in place~

Home Transition 1: “I haven’t yet told you that I love you…” ♪ Isn’t that tragic? All these sinners met pretty ironic endings.

Home Transition 2: I heard that there’s going to be a party after the musical. I might not go, though; parties aren’t always my… thing. …but they did promise refreshments…

Home Transition 3: The best actors are the ones who understand their characters. Like, hating your past self so much that you’d erase any trace of it… I get that feeling a little.

Home, after login: “Seven flowers dance and sin is now released / I cover the ugliness of my true self as I continue to drown in lust…” ♪

Home Transition (Groovification): — LOCKED —

Tap Home 1: Isn’t this role better for taller people? I lose any enchanting aura I could have had when you realize I’m short… Well, at least these boots have heels. 

Tap Home 2: Any performer worth their salt should be able to prevent personal feelings from interfering too much with their performance… in theory. *sigh*…

Tap Home 3: According to the duke’s story, the vessel of lust is a sword. I actually dabbled in swordplay for a year, so I’m not totally out of my element. 

Tap Home 4: If I had to assign myself a deadly sin, I don’t think it would be lust. But I guess that’s what makes this musical so fun—exploring the narratives of people who did give in and sell their souls. 

Tap Home 5: Aren’t you afraid of what might happen if you look into “my” eyes for too long? Haha~  

Tap Home (Groovification): — LOCKED —

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[spirirsstuff]

camp half-blood tumblr dashboard simulator

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another day of makig sure the gods pay their child support ^^

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I ran out of Adderall for the campers.

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I can not get my hands on any for the next few days. If I do not follow up, assume I am deceased.

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everyone is gonna die and most of us will just forget nothing in life matters

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:]

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one thing in life matters

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Look at these designs I sketched up for Olympus! I'll start building as soon as I can <3

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babe ily but what the fuck is that

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Let me label it a little better

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that clears it up thaks

#architecture #design #sketch #plans #okay that should be enough tags to not have th readmore #she never looks past that #i cannot understnd a single word of this if someon does @ me

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WHO MOVED MY TOOLBELT

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I DIDNT TOUCH IT. WHY DID YOU SIDE EYE ME IN THE TAGS

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I DIDNT TOUCH IT EITHER. WHY DID YOU SIDE EYE ME IN THE TAGS TOO

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false alarm guys i put it on the second shelf instead of the first one

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luke and i took in a runaway she’s so sweet and scared

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I know 🥺 She’s so young and ran away from her family but she’s got a new family now

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CYCLOPES KNOW HOW TO USE TUMBLR??????

#I know I know he’s nice but he still unnerves me I’m sorry

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smh cant believe people drown just breathe

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Hello brother!

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hi tyson!

#oh shit out of all the posts why did he find this

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feeling silly might deliver the next great prophecy idk

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Terrible things are going to happen.

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[cassoliravioli]

INTRO!!

Hello! I am Cassoli and I am crazy obsessed with POSTAL

(Yes TF2 kinda died out a bit for me I'm sorry 😞)

I have 2 other blogs, so when I follow you, don't be scared on 2 more additionally following you lmfao ☹️

DNI:

Just don't be weird and people who have some sort of prejudice against alt people and minorities, please, be a kind person, not everyone is the same and people have their way of expressing themselves 👍

Child likers, proshippers etc etc

Basic info :3

I go by Cassoli, Ravioli or Runner (my pfp is me irl fr), btw funfact cassoli is my very cool surname

I am cis girl but idgaf to pronouns honestly

I am 15, but I wanna warn you that i am not innocent, nor I am afected (generally) to +18 stuff (NORMAL STUFF BTW), so DONT get a jumpscare if I post something a bit horny 😭🙏 since COME ON sex is a normal thing yall

I am 🇧🇷, my first language is portuguese so my english sucks

I study in a military school and try my best to go very well at it (trust me I am very smart! -> 🤓☝️) and I am a track athlete so I don't post very often of how occupied I am... and sometimes im just lazy 🤑

But I want to be clear: something i've seen that is very common for teenagers my age to do is to interact and chat with people older than them, HOWEVER I am an exception, that means that I'm on tumblr strictly for posting my stuff, I have absolutely 0 interest in chatting with anyone besides my irl friends, so don't dm me unless is necessary 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

FANDOM INFO YEHAW

POSTAL: how the fuck did rws make postal dude so hot and for what 😭💯 current hyperfixation, since november 2024 I've been ONLY posting postal. Yeah call me obsessed baby cuz i am

Metalocalypse: this thing looks like it was exactly crafted for me, it's literally made for me what the fuck 😭 also, pickles and nathan explosion my beloveds 🙏

Murder Drones: cool asf show, highly recommend if u like horror 🥸

Team Fortress 2: i LOVE this game to an insane degree, I may be more mentally unwell about this game than any of the mercs to be honest 😭🙏

FNAF: hurhurhurhur (my favorite character is bonnie)

OFF: batter is charismatic. AND THE LORE OHMYGODDD 🗣🗣

Chainsaw man: the only anime I like 😔

Sonic: first fandom, I still love it dearly

Happy Tree Friends: I love it SOMUCH goddamit I cannot even put into words 😔 I know its gorey and stuff but ITS THE CHARACTERS FOR ME SORRY ☹️

POSTAL INFO🔪

My favorite postal game is postal 2

My favorite dude is postal 1 dude, but I love all dudes 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

I have currently finished postal 2 (+ apocalypse weekend and paradise lost) and postal redux

I am in the process of finishing postal brain damaged and postal 1

My notebook can't run postal 4 🔥

I'm afraid postal 3 will explode my notebook so I wont be playing it 😞😞

I have a fandude! His name is postal soldier!

TF2 INFO HELL YEAH 💥

I am

Unhealthly obsessed

with scoutcest. Its my favorite OTP from all time

btw when I draw them I often feature my BLU scout oc (they are presented as different people then), but any interpretation of scoutcest is VERY welcome (MINUS THE INCEST ONE.)

Medic main, I SUCK at TF2 so the only class I can play really well is medic 🤑 and my mvm main is Heavy!

My favorite character is the scout, idk if I want to be him or be with him ☹️ (I am his n1 fan btw!!!)

I LOVE THE BLU TEAM!! (I have an army of BLU team ocs)

TAGS

My reblogs don't contain these tags below, so you can find my original content in them:

#cassoli comments -> text posting

#cassoli arts -> art posting

#ask -> asks I recieved

#oc art -> oc posting

#blu scout lore??!?1? -> blu scout lore posting

My sideblog is @holyraviolis

BLU Scout's askblog is @matt-blu

[barschter000]

(in response to your post about barok and body alienation) i think we need more barok body horror in the world 🔥🔥

Oh, I absolutely agree with you, anon

I love representing Barok as something that's dead or dying (like that one fic I wrote where he experiences himself as a rotting corpse) or possessed (Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost always makes me think of Barok) because I feel like that's essentially what's happening to him. His identity is slowly withering away; no one calls him Barok anymore, Barok himself is too focused on protecting the citizens of London and grieving his brother to take care of his own life. It's being replaced by something he isn't, something that someone else is injecting into him and he allows it to happen for the sake of other people's safety even if it consumes him.

Every attack, every cut through his clothes and his skin, is a reminder that he is not in total control of his body anymore, that it's not safe anymore and nothing can protect it but combat. Every scar and wound is a reminder that people got close enough to harm him, that he was at their mercy, that they managed to leave a mark on his body and it will never go away.

And it's nothing that he can just lock away to keep it safe, he cannot escape his identity and his body, the things that are not his anymore, ripped out of his hands by a twisted version of the justice he as a prosecutor wanted to fight for, by an unknown figure that picked his life out of those of everyone else in the justice system to invade, by strangers who despise him for a myth that's living inside him and through him like a parasite.

I have a drawing in my head that I am at the moment not capable of realizing yet about him getting vivisected where he's strapped to an autopsy table, Courtney Sithe's hand is cutting open his chest to reveal that Klint's badge where his heart should be, Karuma is pierced through his palm, Stronghart's hand is resting on his shoulder to keep him still and Gregson's hands are gagging him with a cloth, so he doesn't bite off his tongue or break his teeth because that's what the trial in 2-5 must have felt like to him. The people he put his trust into (because no matter how insistently Barok claims to not trust anyone, he is still working for Stronghart and with Scotland Yard and the coroners) betray him once more and his largest wound is torn open even wider and deeper than it was before.

This was so long lmao. Sorry and thank you, anon, for activating my brain. In essence, Barok, you are so easy and fun to torture.

[deadguywalkin]

MORE sebsamalex hcs because i am GAY and EVIL + music taste and bodies hcs

in a relationship together

sam bursts into song at any trigger word. alex joins in. sebastian gets annoyed. (affectionately)

sebastian likes his personal space. sam also likes sebastian’s personal space. 

sam shoves his hands up their shirts while they’re just talking. about anything. he’s clingy and needs skin contact 

‘i don’t feel like talking to anyone right now, but i guess i’m not opposed to silently being held.’

sebalex always do ‘the hand thing tm’ for sam when he’s overwhelmed or nervous.

“Alex save me alex” “WHO NEEDS SAVING?????!!!!!!!!🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️”

“i’m out of facepaint! gimme your eyeliner” “..no?”

tucking seb’s hair behind his ear before they kiss him

hands definitely go through sams hair when they kiss him

hands go to alex’s neck, shoulders, chest,… this guy gets violated compared to the cute hair touching honestly. 

kidding they also just hold his face gently. alex my love grbrbrgrnrbbrbfnf

alex has to take everything verryyy very slowly to adjust to actually dating a guy for the first time. 

he’s also very very surprised to be actually loved and known for the first time, ‘what do you mean you recorded the game for me because i forgot to…? bro, i’ll cry’

sambastian just constantly making out. any time. any where. gay emo boys who don’t care about their reputation sighs

sambastian also love giving each other a shit ton of prominent and visible hickeys to the neck, collar, shoulders and jaws.

general stuff 

seb unintentionally has very flirty body language. he’s just naturally a man whore. the way he moves physically is stiff but he still looks up at taller guys with half-lidded eyes while talking in a low voice. looking down at shorter girls with a soft smirk with his dimples.

samalex are unintentionally flirty vocally. “i wouldn’t want you to go hungry. i care about you. you should be eating well. we could grab some breakfast. you and me. alone.” “why don’t you come to my next gig..? i’ll save you a special spot. just for you.” which they mean as friends but they just don’t hear the underlying tones.

alex would have a good voice if he wasn’t constantly straining it, unfortunately he loves belting passionately and straining his voice for whatever reason

sam is actually GOOD at singing. he’s also a natural when it comes to anything that’s artistic (painting, sketching, music, etc)

alex snores LOUDLY sometimes

sam drools in his sleep also sometimes

sebastian does not sleep. or is never awake. what the fuck is going on with him

all 3 of them got something going on. autism+dyslexia, depression+some sleep disorder, adhd. soorgy :( i don’t make the rules it’s canon :(

sam has a little nose bump like this :3

——

sam: [insert sam talking way too much]

seb: *throws a ball* go fetch, boy

sam: *does it no questions asked, happily*

alternately he would also just feed him any chewy candy he has on hand.

——

sam: i can’t wait to see you again. i love you, alex.

alex: dued 😆 like in a bro way? 😆 i bro you too bro 😆

sam: alex, please be my boyfriend.

alex: boyfreind? like a boy and a friend? i already am! 😆

sam: alex, i want to make out with you.

alex: dude? takeout with me?! one step ahead of you, foods on the way! 😆

——

seb: i wanna grab a midnight snack

alex: you’re the midnight snack.

seb: …?ew

alex: sorry. i mean. um. sorry. i mean. dude. you are. um.

music:

alex: listens to ‘whatever comes on the radio while i’m working out’. hype songs that get him in the mood. also kebby implanted abba into my brain. he just doesn’t listen to music that much.

he’s also somewhat into the strokes, the only band he likes/is consistent with. (reptilia, someday, ode to the mets)

sam: high energy rock, experimental rock, and pretty much anything honestly. 2000s/2010s rock mostly. he listens to everything. anything that sounds good no matter what genre immediately goes into his playlist. he just has an ear for good music.

weezer

blink 182

sublime

the white stripes

wheatus

the frights

and probably every single music artist to ever exist

also sambastian listen to csh together. you’ll have to fight me on this and lose if you disagree

sebastian: grunge, rock, nu metal, general metal, emo, and punk. dabbles in some goth. mostly stuff from the 80s/2000s. he listens to ‘that one time your dad’s friend picked you up from school and played music in the car’

the smashing pumpkins

green day

siouxsie and the banshees

soundgarden

alice in chains

pearl jam

and probably a shit ton of underground stuff i can’t think of 

bodys /ref

alex: not much to imagine here since he’s very confirmed LOL god bless that 6’1 beefcake. dude’s a statue

sam: pretty tall. good looking legs because he was a skater boy (she said see you later, boy) perfect ass. some scars from skating incidents because he’s clumsy

not too much muscle but has that little vertical line down his stomach that indicates he’s growing some abs (not sure what the english word for it is) 

his arms are also pretty thick ? big ? idk

broad shoulders, nice legs and okay arms. he has some bandaids on him aswell because this guy cannot catch a break. he’s not boney nor meaty, a good inbetween.

a few stick and pokes ? i think thats what people call them like a diy tattoo

also his hips don’t lie 🤫

sebastian: lanky, slightly visible ribcage. he’d have broad shoulders if they weren’t slightly curved inwards from having shit posture all his life. upsidown triangle build. contrary to popular belief, he has some muscle in his arms. to work under a motorcycle on your back has to give you some strength. maybe a sleeper build.

cis seb has a very very defined addam’s apple

i can also see a different version of him where he could be stubby looking and have some chub to him.

i also think he’d have some tattoos on him. t-scars and a more defined waist if we’re also mixing in the trans hc. maybe bat tattoos or some kind of fantasy themed tattoos covering over his t scars?

bonus: 

them as kitty breeds

alex: bengal

sam: classic orange cat

sebastian: one of those rustic black cats with the orange patches

+ this image of soogyu is engraved into my head i think this is very them with seb.. the jacket sharing and sleepy head drooping sobs it’s them

shorter dump today aswell bleg

[links-in-time]

Beauty

I was thinking about body positivity the other day and as usual I had Twilight Princess on the brain. My girlfriend suggested I write something for Link and Midna, but in her cursed form. Because that little imp is still hella hot! I'm also short and curvy so writing this made me feel a little better about myself too.

So this is for all my short queens who get compared to tall goddesses all the time!

Usual 🔞 content warnings. Sexual themes, language. M/W

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

“Mng! Agh!” 

“If you kept still it wouldn't hurt so much!” Midna berated in an irritated fashion. 

“It would be easier to keep still if you hurried this up!” Link shot back through gritted teeth. 

“I told you to bite down on something. You're the one who used your last potion BEFORE entering the woods,” Midna reminded him, raising the only eyebrow visible beneath her strange stone headdress. 

“Mmm,” Link stifled his next groan as best he could while Midna tied off the last of the bandage around his left leg. “I can get more tomorrow, but the shop in the village won't be open until morning.”

“Well then I'm ignoring any more complaints from you for the rest of the night!” Midna snapped, pointing an accusing finger squarely between Link's crossed blue eyes. “You're lucky I need you mutt, or I could have simply left you in that hollow to bleed to death.”

Link sighed, bending forwards to inspect Midna’s bandage around his thigh. A log on the fire popped and split, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. The motion caught Midna’s attention, she floated away from the small sofa, kneeling in front of the hearth to toss a few more logs into the dwindling flames. 

“I know,” Link said quietly, barely registering he had even said the words out loud. 

In the still quiet of his tree-top house however, his words reached Midna whose ears pricked up. 

“You know what?” She asked softly, not turning her head, but tuned in to hear Link's response. 

“How lucky I am to have you,” he sighed. 

The glowing timbers in the small grate blurred to twinkling stars as Midna’s gaze glazed over. The warmth of the fire seemed to contrast pleasantly with the rough-spun straw rug on the floor beneath her short legs. One wandering hand absently traced the woven pattern of the rug, while the other rested peacefully in her lap. She only became aware Link was speaking to her when he raised his voice slightly.

“Midna? Are you alright?” 

“Hmm, of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?” She replied, squeaking voice lacking some of its usual heat. 

“Because you haven't said anything, or told me off for about five minutes,” Link chuckled. 

The sound of Link's laughter made Midna turn her head, though it was only to shoot him a half-hearted frown. 

“Give me another minute or two, I'm sure I'll think of something. Or you'll eventually do something stupid to annoy me!” 

That got Link laughing again. However, his usual display of humour bit him in the ass as he slapped his hand down upon his injured thigh without thinking. 

“Ahh!” Link groaned, face scrunched up in pain and teeth bared. 

“There, that didn't take long at all, you dummy!” Midna giggled. 

Link whined and slumped a little further down into his sofa, eyes fixed on a random spot of wall above Midna’s head. He sniffed once, trying not to feel too sorry for himself. After all he had survived far worse injuries than this on his quest already. This just happened to be the first he hadn't been able to heal instantly.

More monsters had swarmed the woods surrounding Ordon during his time away from the village. Most had been easy to deal with now that he had discovered the Master Sword, but an archer got off a lucky shot and embedded an arrow deep in Link's thigh. Midna helped half carry, half drag the injured hero back to his home where they discovered Link had completely run out of healing potions. 

“I mean it you know, I count myself incredibly lucky to have you Midna. Heck! I'd be dead several times over if it weren't for you! I know you have your own motives and your own quest, but you've never hindered me, or left me to fight a battle alone. So, what I'm trying to say is, thank you, and I appreciate everything you do. Even if sometimes you wish you had a better hero to boss around.”

Link had been staring at his absently twiddling thumbs as he spoke. Although he found Midna oddly easy to talk to, he was not usually a particularly vocal person on a good day, and prolonged eye contact during a conversation still proved difficult. So when he lifted his gaze to judge Midna’s reaction, he was surprised to find her staring at him. 

“What?” He asked, thinking he'd said something wrong, or crossed some unspoken boundary. Link was about to apologise out of habit when Midna opened her mouth. 

“Nothing,” she uttered. Now it was Midna’s turn to drop her gaze to the floor. “It's just, I didn't know you thought those things about me. It's not as though I'm always kind to you either. I thought you'd be fed up with this bossy little Imp by now!” 

Midna tried to make light of the conversation with a chuckle, but Link noticed the way she crossed her arms and hugged them close to her chest. How her gaze seemed interested in everything in the room except for him. Link didn't know people as well as he should, but he recognised a nervous creature when he saw one. As far as he could tell however, Midna had no reason to feel afraid. 

From what little he'd seen of her magic, she was an incredibly powerful sorceress. The way she could manipulate her magically enhanced hair into an enormous fist or a useful tool. How she could enhance Link's own attacks in his wolf form. Or her command over the twilight gates which allowed them to warp from one part of Hyrule to another. 

Then again, Link knew next to nothing about the Twilight realm, perhaps Midna’s skills weren't seen as special or impressive by her own people. Though Link seriously doubted it. 

“How could I be fed up with someone who's so amazing?!” Link asked, gesturing at Midna as he spoke. 

At this Midna let out a bark of laughter, followed by softer chuckles as she stood and placed a hand on her hip. Link watched, bemused for a moment while Midna’s laughter subsided and she turned a wry smile on her host and companion. 

“Oh stupid hero, there's nothing amazing about this form.” Midna sighed, bright amber eye still fixed on the floor. “When Zant cursed me it was meant to be an insult, to curb my abilities and belittle me in the eyes of my people. I am nothing to be admired or held in esteem. This form is hideous and demeaning, no one could find me desirable or inspiring looking like this.”

With a final humf, Midna folded her arms once again and spun around to face the fire. 

Well, Link thought, that was just nonsense. For clearly such an intelligent person, Midna was being quite stupid. Before he'd taken the time to ask himself if it was a good idea, Link was already opening his mouth to speak. 

“I admire you.”

…

Shit, Link's mind screamed at him in panic when Midna failed to respond. 

No, Midna clearly wasn't feeling good about herself and Link wanted to help her see herself the way he saw her. 

“Midna, I…” Link hesitated, unsure of the best way to say what he wanted. “I disagree. Zant might have intended for you to feel those things, but you shouldn't.”

“Link, please,” Midna said quietly, dejection clear in her voice. “Everything I said is true.”

“No, it's not!” He insisted, trying to rise before he remembered his leg. 

“If you could see my true form, Hero, you would agree with me.” Midna sighed, staring wistfully into the bright flames. 

“Look, I don't know what your true form is, but believe me when I say there's nothing unattractive about this one.”

That got a reaction. Link noticed Midna visibly straightened at his comment. Her small hands gathered in her lap as she turned them and Link's words over. Working her fingers together Midna became very aware of how small the distance between the two of them was. Sat on the rug in front of the fire, Midna’s back was only a foot or so away from Link's legs and the front of the sofa. The air between them felt thick and warm, protected by the branching walls of Link's house. Link's compliments pulled at something within Midna she thought Zant had destroyed. A flutter. A heavy beat. 

“You may not think this form is desirable, but I…” Link stopped, as a lump crept up into his throat. He pushed past it. “I think you're beautiful, Midna.”

“Ha! Silly light dweller, if you could see my true self you would laugh at this impish body.” Midna tried to laugh at herself, as she turned back to face her host. 

“Do I look like I'm laughing Midna?” Link asked, trying not to sound too serious as he aimed for sincere. 

The Twilight Princess eyed her hero sceptically, as she searched his face for any hint of a joke or sarcasm. But as usual, Link's soft features and deep blue eyes held only warmth and honesty. He returned Midna’s gaze and kindled a small spark within her core which had nothing to do with the fire at her back. 

For Link's part, his heart felt akin to the beating of Epona’s hooves at a full gallop. He had an idea, but his previous experience with voicing his ideas to Midna hadn't filled him with confidence. Then again, the light spirits and the holy goddesses seemed to have made a good choice when they revealed Link to be the hero of courage. 

Besides, if Midna was insulted and simply killed him here and now, Link was sure the gods would understand. 

“Midna, would you… would you come here?” He asked softly, trying to find her gaze again. 

“Is something wrong? Is it your leg?” She asked, so considerate, though she'd flat out deny it if Link accused her of such. 

“No it's not that. I… I feel like you don't see yourself the way I see you. You seem to think that because you're small you aren't as significant, or shouldn't be taken seriously. You helped me feel like I was deserving of this tunic and the mark on my hand.” Link paused, calling upon that blessed courage. “I want you to feel admired, to feel seen, to feel… desired.”

Link was no expert on Twili behaviour, but he was certain Midna’s cheeks turned a darker shade of blue the longer he spoke. 

For a long while Midna remained motionless. Link began to worry that he'd overstepped, and finally ruined the rapport the two of them had gradually worked up together. Then, slowly, Midna raised her arms and gently tugged at the curved horns which adorned her carved headdress. Link's next breath caught in his throat as the stark grey stone lifted free of Midna’s head. 

Bright orange hair transitioned to black closer to her forehead, where jet black makeup had been applied over her brows and around her eyes. As Midna blinked up at Link he became dazzled by the ruby irises, almost glowing in the dim light of his humble home. Free of her head-wear, Midna ran an absent hand through her fiery locks. Link followed the movement with his eyes, as Midna’s hand trailed in an almost hypnotic motion as it came to rest on her hip. 

She seemed to become aware of his eyes upon her again. Heat returned to her cheeks at the depth of Link's gaze. The way he simultaneously pinned her to the spot and enticed her to close the small distance between them. Some of her old confidence worked its way into her limbs, jutting out a hip in order to slowly drape her hand over the generous curve. 

“Will you let me appreciate you a little closer?” Link offered, giving his good leg a soft pat. 

Midna eyed the spot for a moment, seemingly trying to make a decision. Link meanwhile made no motion to rush or influence Midna, he wanted her to make up her own mind. Not let him force her agency in such a quiet moment between them. After a long few minutes, a smile hooked the corner of Midna’s lips, exposing one of the tiny fangs Link often caught himself staring at. 

With an almost imperceptible motion, Midna drifted towards the sofa and lifted herself up until her head was level with Link's. Her feet hovered a few inches away from Link's knees while her hands remained planted on her hips. 

“Can…” Link began, clearing his throat before he continued. “Can I touch you?”

Midna nodded, apparently having decided not to unleash her sharp wit on her poor farm hand at present. 

Link clenched and unclenched his left hand briefly before reaching up to lay his palm over Midna’s shoulder. His bare hand covered almost all of her narrow shoulder and upper arm, but the electricity in the contact was palpable. Lips parting to allow for a deeper breath, Link pressed onward. 

Midna’s bright eyes remained fixed on his face, while Link watched the progress of his own hand. He gently squeezed the muscles of her bicep and rubbed circles into the hollow of her shoulder. As the warmth of Midna’s skin and tight clothes beneath his fingers grew more enticing, Link slid his hand around to her chest. His eyes briefly flicked towards hers to check for any sign or discomfort or reprimand, finding none, Link returned to his task. 

Though Midna’s black raiments left little to the imagination, Link found his thumb following the curve of black fabric around the plump form of her breast. At this, Midna’s eyes slipped shut and a soft moan sounded in her throat. Emboldened, Link gave an experimental squeeze. Another, higher sound almost made it past Midna’s lips. While Link quickly reminded himself to breathe, he dragged his hand away from Midna’s breast and up her slender neck to rest upon her cheek. 

Cracking open one eye, Midna observed her unlikely lover. He was being so gentle, so soft, so unlike how he was with everything else. In battle he had become formidable. When faced with a puzzle, brute force was usually his first go to as a solution. But here, enveloped by the warmth of the fire and the cushions surrounding them on the thin sofa, Link seemed entirely different. Less certain, but extremely attentive and aware of every reaction Midna gave him. 

Feeling the brush of his hand across her cheek, she turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand. Such a soft and tender gesture, but a clear indicator that she appreciated what he was doing. 

A log on the fire cracked and shifted in the grate, but neither of the people in the room made any movement to tend to it. Entirely enchanted by the woman before him, Link lifted his right hand and pressed it to Midna’s other cheek. Brushing lightly at the rim of her long dark ear as he did so. His left hand moved down, grazing Midna’s chest and belly before he pressed his hand flat against her core. 

“Can I touch you here too?” He asked, almost breathless in his desire to make Midna feel everything he felt about her. 

A small, black gloved hand came to rest atop Link's. Momentarily distracted, he almost missed her nodding once again. 

“I would like that,” she added, when Link didn't seem to read her reply. 

“Okay,” he uttered, some of his previous nerves attempting to make a return. 

Link shoved those thoughts firmly to the back of his mind and focused on Midna, in the here and now. Although she didn't remove her hand, neither did Midna try to stop him as Link's palm slid further down her body. Until at last he altered the angle of his wrist and pressed his fingers against her pelvis. 

Midna’s next breath caught on a gasp. Link's touch, though rough, was gentle and measured. The Princess tried not to let wayward thoughts disturb her peace, as she sank into the feeling of Link's fingers delving beneath her clothes. Allowing herself to drift down to kneel on Link's lap, she was careful to avoid the fresh wound to his thigh. 

Bandages and broken arrows were the farthest thing from Link's mind at that moment. Pushing aside a thin line of fabric, Link's middle finger slipped between the subtle lines of skin. Warmth greeted him, and the first hint of Midna’s pleasure at his brief touch. 

“You feel so soft,” he observed quietly. Though Midna felt tied to every word. 

Flexing his finger, Link stroked the soft bud of Midna’s clit as it bloomed against the rough pad of his finger. 

“Ahhh,” Midna quivered, as the friction sent jolts of pleasure up through her core. 

Leaning forward she rested her hands against Link's chest, feeling his sturdy form beneath her and the steady pulse of his quickened heartbeat. As Midna breathed heavily and moaned against Link's chest, his index finger slid in beside the first. A little extra pressure against Midna’s clit practically had her panting for breath. 

Something warm and slick ran across Midna’s sensitive skin as Link backed off the pressure and the pace of his fingers. Following the trail to its source, he found her almost dripping as he teased at the tight entrance to her body. Beginning again with one digit, he pressed firmly at the silken skin. Relishing in the sensation as she parted around his finger. Inviting in the way Midna almost seemed to pull him further in. 

“Oh.” A simple utterance breathed against Link's torso, as Midna slowly closed her eyes and pressed her forehead into Link's chest. 

Slowly at first, Link pumped his finger up and down. Never fully leaving Midna’s snug walls and reaching in deeper each time he pushed back inside. Gently allowing a second finger to rejoin the first, Link curled both inside and almost stopped when he felt Midna’s hands suddenly grip his tunic in her fists. 

“Do you need me to stop?” He asked, voice no more than a whisper near her slender ear.

Midna shook her head against him. “No, please don't stop. It feels good I promise. Your touch is… it's so beautiful. Can you touch me here again as well?”

Following her question, Midna released one of her hands from Link's tunic and guided his free hand back to her breast. 

“Of course, I'll do anything for you, your highness,” Link murmured, before pressing a kiss to the top of Midna’s head. 

Midna was glad Link couldn't see her expression. He already made her blush once tonight, but now she felt her whole face and chest aflame. The sensation only grew as Link began to firmly rub his thumb up and down over the perked bud of Midna’s nipple beneath her garments. This in tandem with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside her, set a fire blazing in Midna’s core. A heat and pleasure she had only a faint hope of ever feeling again. 

She may have convinced Link of the near certainty that her plan to reclaim her power and her throne would work. But there had always been doubt in her own mind. Zants’ new power had been strong enough to thwart all her efforts to fight back against him. In her newly weakened state and without the support of her people, Midna’s only source of hope had been Zelda. With her gone, Link's blind faith was all she had left. 

But perhaps he wasn't blind, and perhaps he did see her differently. Perhaps this curse Zant had placed on her would only be a disadvantage if she let it be one. Link certainly didn't see it as such. Then again, he was uncommonly stupid at times. But sweet, oh so sweet. 

The way his now firm and sure motions dove in and curled against her quivering walls, sent doubt fleeing from Midna’s mind. This wouldn't solve anything, but by the ancestors did it feel good. Link, the supposedly stoic and stalwart hero of Hyrule, was pleasuring her. In his modest home, because he didn't want her to doubt herself. Because he was sweet and kind and he put up with her shit, because she was so angry. 

Lifting her head took an almighty effort, but glancing up through bleary eyes was worth it. Catching Link's focus and attention trained on her, sent Midna hurtling towards release. The safety and comfort she felt in his capable arms tipped the ball of pleasure over the edge. She came with a soft cry as her eyes rolled back and she almost toppled over onto the floor. 

Link caught her with one hand while the other stilled its motion. Panting hard, Midna steadied herself against Link's torso, enjoying the relief flooding her tiny body. As Link gently removed his fingers and laid his slick hand upon his lap, Midna sat back on her heels. From there, her view took in more of her companion than she could see before, including the conspicuous bulge in the front of Link's trousers. 

“Do you need to…?” Midna began to ask, eyeing the object of her question. 

“No,” Link breathed, shaking his head slightly as he tried to shift uncomfortably on the spot. “It's fine, I don't need to right now.”

“Maybe I'd like to help you?” Midna replied, some of the recognisable sass returning to her tone. 

Link's gaze tipped towards the tight space between Midna’s thighs, then down towards the tent of his loose tunic. 

“I don't want to hurt you,” Link insisted, looking intensely into Midna’s eyes as a pang shot through his chest. 

“You won't,” she insisted. “You've made me feel better than I have in a long time. I want you to feel the same.” 

Link bit his lip and considered. On the one hand he wasn't entirely sure this was a good idea, and he hadn't been super clear how far he had been willing to go when he started down this rabbit hole. On the other hand, the decision making centre of his brain wasn't exactly capable of making healthy choices at present. So when Midna softly uttered, 

“Lie down for me.”

What else could he do but comply. Besides, every word he'd spoken that evening had been the truth. He did admire Midna, he did find her beautiful and desirable. Had he ever paused long enough on this crazy adventure to consider how he felt about her, probably not as long as he should have. But the way those captivating eyes tugged at something in his chest when she looked at him through her lashes, certainly gave him pause for thought. 

Midna floated a little above the sofa for a moment while Link rearranged himself. She helped a little when he struggled to move his left leg into position, and a questioning look passed between them. When Link answered it by pulling Midna down for a firm kiss however, she seemed reassured. 

While Link propped his head up on a few old cushions, Midna busied herself with the buttons of Link's trousers. He only became aware of what she was doing when the temperature changed around his groin. Though the room was warm, it still felt chilly in comparison to the confines of Link's clothes. Midna however seemed content to only expose the bare minimum of Link's body. She neatly folded back his tunic, tugged his trousers off his hips and pulled his underwear down with them. 

When Link's erection stood half hard between them and Midna slid her hand across his pelvis towards his base, Link's mouth went dry. 

In a small community with a communal bath house, privacy wasn't universally observed in Ordon. Link was no stranger to the fact that he owned neither the largest or the girthiest equipment he'd ever laid eyes on. However, given the stature of his lover, he found himself considering that might not be a bad thing. Besides, as he watched - slightly open mouthed - while Midna gently wrapped both her hands around his hardening cock, she inadvertently stroked his ego at the same time. 

“Don't go thinking you're the gods gift to your people just because you've got a pretty tool, now.” Midna said in her usual lilting tone. The one which usually made Link wince in preparation for a scolding. “I'll be the judge of just how well you can use it.” 

After a few more firm pumps of Midna’s fists Link was fully hard in her grip. The feeling of someone other than himself touching his cock like that, set a sensation in motion in his stomach. Something like a spring slowly coiling itself up. A feeling which only intensified as anticipation crept across his skin. Midna’s touch felt amazing, but Link's mind wound back to how it felt to delve his fingers inside her. How warm and deliciously wet she felt. Spirits only knew how desperately he wanted to feel her around his straining cock. 

Shuffling into place, Midna kept one hand gently around Link's shaft to guide him. There was no space in his mind to seriously consider this was going to be Link's first time having sex. No time to really register how not just his cock, but his heart swelled at the thought that Midna was the one here with him. Someone who he had grown so close to in just a few short months. But now he could barely imagine life without her. 

All of that fell away as Midna gently lowered herself onto Link. He couldn't help the first cry to slip past his lips. The second was muffled as he sealed them tightly shut. Despite his earlier ministrations, Midna was still tight and firm around his head. Her slick heat so tantalising Link feared he might not be able to make this last as long as she might expect. 

As Midna moved with agonising slowness down Link's length, savouring the stretch as she took more of him into herself, Link threw an arm across his face. He could feel heat blooming across his face, his chest and all the way to the tips of his ears. How could Midna possibly take him seriously now when she could clearly see how easily he fell to pieces just being with a woman? 

Then again, wasn't that sort of what he was trying to prove about her? 

Link felt Midna grow still. Her weight settled where she knelt across his hips. A second later, he felt a hand touch his forearm and give it a gentle tug. Not a pull, more of a suggestion. Midna wanted to see him. Link knew he was being ridiculous. Taking a steadying breath, he lowered his arm and laid his hand across his stomach. 

“There you are, I thought you were hiding from me, Hero.”

It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Just the same as when she would taunt him with the fact that he was clearly facing a puzzle or situation he wouldn't be able to solve without her help. Link couldn't help but smile. 

“Just catching my breath, the view from down here is quite breathtaking!” He replied, quirking an eyebrow to return her challenge. 

Now it was Midna’s turn to look flustered. In response, she simply sat down. Sat down and took almost all of Link inside in one fell swoop. Link jolted and very nearly screamed. His hands flew to Midna’s hips in search of something to ground himself to. It was so much sensation all at once. Heat bloomed around him, Midna clenched and he felt his cock twitch at the stimulation. His back arched off the sofa and Midna walked a hand up his stretched torso. 

“So responsive. I think I quite like this new way of making you squirm, Hero,” Midna chuckled, almost sounding as though she were speaking to herself, not the man trapped beneath her. 

As Link gingerly resumed his position on the sofa, Midna waited until he appeared a little more comfortable again before she started to move. 

“Oh, fuck!” Link breathed, eyelids fluttering. He couldn't decide if it was better to close them and just give in to the sensations, or keep them open and enjoy the extra bonus of watching Midna slowly bouncing up and down. 

Link settled on a little of both. The fire left Midna’s eyes as she too succumbed to the pleasure burning between them. Her focus remained however. Now it was her turn to watch for Link's tells and twitches. What speed made him grip the flesh of her thighs more tightly. How she could hold him in deep and he would gasp soundlessly before letting out what could almost be mistaken for a growl. 

After a while, Midna struggled to maintain her rhythm. She wasn't done by any stretch of the imagination. But even though her current form was generously curvy, hardly any of it seemed to be useful muscle. Link didn't appear to be satisfied with this lack of friction either. In lue of Midna bouncing on his lap, Link gripped her a little more firmly and began thrusting up into her. 

“Oh yes!” Midna shrieked. 

Breathing sharply with each thrust Link built up a rapid pace. Bucking his hips and holding Midna in place at the same time. For a brief moment he thought he might have gone too far when she howled what sounded like a wounded cry. 

“No, no, right there. That's… Oh fuck!” Midna reassured Link's searching eyes. 

Midna felt herself growing close again. She wanted nothing more than to ride her silly rancher until they both came. But one of them had to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. Reaching down to rub at her clit, Midna hastened herself to completion. Watching Midna pleasure herself while riding his cock almost sent Link's head spinning. A rush of heat around his length and he could feel himself hurtling towards the precipice. 

He heard Midna gasp above him, felt her lean forwards and plant a hand on his torso. Then she was gone. For an instant there was nothing, Link's cock throbbed on the verge of release. He lifted his hips in search of blessed friction. 

When he opened his eyes he found Midna with her mouth poised around his swollen head. Her lips closed and a new sensation swept over him. The coil in his stomach wound tighter and tighter as more of his length disappeared into Midna’s suckling mouth. While she sucked, her tongue lathered at the underside of his cock, coaxing him in while she sucked him down. 

“Midna! Fuck! Holy spirits!” Link's expletives came out in broken gasps. 

A moment later he felt the coil release. A tidal wave of satisfaction crashed over him as he finally came. He managed to look down again, expecting to find a mess. However Midna still had her mouth clamped down around him and she was… sucking.

“Ssssshit!” Was all Link could stammer as Midna sucked him dry. 

She drew off his tip with a lewd pop and he watched in captivated awe as a small dribble of white escaped past her lips. Almost automatically, Link lifted a hand to her chin and wiped the thick trail away. That was his, Link thought absently. She'd swallowed his… 

“Fuck!” Link breathed, feeling oh so intelligent as he did so. 

“For once Link, I'm inclined to agree with you,” Midna nodded with a sigh. 

Sending her hair across the room to grab a pitcher of water, Midna settled herself across Link's torso. As she placed the jug within easy reach, she allowed Link to wrap his arms around her. Though she would rather like a hot bath to clean herself up, she could give Link this first. He had done so much for her tonight. It wasn't about the sex, it was how it made them both feel about each other, and themselves. 

As Midna drew a small quilted blanket over the two of them, her hair brushed over her curvaceous rear. For the first time since finding herself trapped in this insulting form, Midna found herself absently wondering. Would she perhaps miss her exaggerated curves and her newfound confidence once she regained her true form. 

[lokissweater]

dudeee I fear megumi begging got me riled up!!!! is it possible to have sub!megumi x dom!reader anytime soon 😎😎 I LOVE IT SO MUCHHH BTWWW U ALWAYS DEVOUR WITH UR WRITING IM GONNA CRY. I JUST NOTICED HOW MEGUMI IS LITERALLY SOOOOOO IN LOVE WITH HER LIKE HOW DO I EVEN EXPLAIN DUDE. IDK BROOO I LOVE HOW THEY'RE SO INTO EACH OTHER LIKE MATCHING THEIR FREAKS AND ALLATTTT I WANT ITTTTTT:((((.

IT WAS WORTH WAITING FOR ALMOST A MONTH FOR THE MLBMEGUMI4. HOPEFULLY IT DOESN'T GO AS FAR CUZ DAWGGG IM LEGIT IN LOVE WITH MLB!MEGUMI. 😭😭🙏🙏 nah don't even play I'm not even a BIG megumi fan but your writing is so good it got me hooked! 💋💋 PLEASEEE TAKE MY LIVER KIDNEY TYPE SHIT I WANT AN MLB!MEGUMI 5 SOONNNNN AAAAAAAA SCREAMINGGGG 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

just an idea tho if you dont have anything yet.. I was thinking how megumi already ate y/n out but she never yk... gave him head AT LEAST NOT WRITTEN YET, they probably did it already BUT DAMNN I WANT MEGUMI TO BE WHINYYY CUZ IK READER GON TEASE HIMMMM. yk how november is coming too??? yk what THAT means 🔥🔥 NO NUT NOVEMBER!!!

^^^^^ alright as I WAS THINKING WHAT IF READER ASKS MEGUMI TO JOIN THE NNN YKKKKK??? AND HE'S LIKE CONFUSED AND AGREED WHATSOEVER BUT THEN NOT EVEN A HALF WEEK YET HE'S ALREADY GOING WEAAAAAAKKKK CUZ OF HOW MUCH READER IS TEASING HIM LIKE SEDUCING HIM AND SHIT.

just an idea thooo!!!! the plot is totally yours to dooo ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Btw I'm glad youre back now! I was really worried you weren't saying anything 🥹🥹🥹 I MISSED U AND UR REPLIES TO UR ASKSSS NICOLEEEE DONT DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT EVER AGAIKNNN

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BROOOOOO WRITING BEGGING MEGUMI LIKE THAT MADE MY BRAIN SHORT CIRCUIT I FEAAAARRRR !!!!! i love me a crying begging desperate man and 🫦🫦🫦 WHERE THEY AT?!? WHERE IS MEGUMI IRL ?!? IM GETTING SICK AND TIRED AND TWISTED WAITING !!!

BUT I KNOOOOOWWWWW the pure unadulterated love that mlb!megumi has for reader is ACTUALLY NUUUTTTSSSSSS it’s so beautiful and fluffy FUCK ima need me some of that be for real rn 😻😻😻🫶🫶🫶

IM SOOOOO HAPPY YOU LOVED IT OH MY GOD NOTHING MAKES ME HAPPIER THAN THAAATTT AND IM ACTUALLY CRYING U R SOO FUNNNYYYYY all i need is a smooch that’s it !! 😝😝🫵 AND I KNOW IT WAS A WHILE i try to release his series after three other fics bc i don’t wanna just keep writing him back to back i wanna make him last !!! 🥹🥹💕💕💕

THE IMMMMAAAAGGGEEEE YOU JUST PLANTED IN MY HEAD I AM CHEWING AT MY WALLS AND DIGESTING WHITE PAINT AS A RESULT !!!! I SWEAR TO GOD i’m putting whiny megumi again in the next one with a big ol BJ from reader and that’s that i need it I NEEEDDDD IT

THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN THIS WAS SUCH A TREEEAATTT YOUUU ARE A TREEAATTT AND IM SOOO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING LIKE THAT I SWEAR I WILL NEVA DO IT AGAIN !!! 🥹💕💕 thank you for worrying about me i love you 🥹🥹💕💕💕

MWAAAHHHHH HAVE A GOOD DAAAYYY !!!