#i had fun with this lmaoo. i was going to do a second part in their pov but i must stop myself and work on my story instead ;-;

[warmsol]

whoever answers first gets to be her valentine ♡

[whoskimii]

yuuji and no nut november please

honestly i think yuuji would def do the challenge lmaoo (or try to)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > yuuji x you. - character is aged up - smut at the end! nnn but he lost the first day lmao. soft sleepy sex with your bf <33 tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

yuuji looked around, observing people. he had brought choso to a coffee shop as he wanted to try different beverages.

as the waitress placed another drink in front of choso for the sixth time, yuuji couldn't help but chuckle. he watched his brother taste it as he tilted his head to the side. "so ? how's it taste ?" he asked, sipping on his own drink.

the pink-haired boy smiled as his brother nodded enthusiastically. "great !" he beamed happily. yuuji nodded in return. "good. what is it ?" choso frowned a little, trying to recall the name. after a few seconds, he perked up. "oh, it's a strawberry milkshake." the younger boy hummed. "m'kay."

their attention drifted to the door as the bell rang, announcing the entry of another client. multiple boys arrived and settled at an empty table right next to them. they seemed to be around yuuji's age or maybe a few years older. "so, how's it going with your girlfriend ?" one of them asked another boy. "still the same ?"

yuuji couldn't help but listen. he was curious, after all. choso talked to him, bragging about how good his milkshake was but the words drifted out of his brother's ears. "nah, we made up. finally." the friends laughed.

choso looked at the window, watching the wind blowing through the trees. the temperatures were starting to fall. just like his sibling, he began listening. "but i'm gonna do nnn, though. i gotta stop watching porn. if she catches me again, i'm sure she'll break up with me."

the initials instantly caught choso's attention. nnn ? "huh ?" he looked at yuuji. "what's nnn ?" he frowned a little as the words fell out of his lips. his brother chuckled. "it's no nut november." it didn't help choso and yuuji noticed. "basically you can't get off for a month. no sex, no jerking off sessions, nothing." his brother raised his eyebrows. the concept was foreign to him. "oh... and... you do it ?" yuuji shrugged. "yeah. jus' for fun, though."

the older man smiled. "really ? so... when does it start ?" yuuji looked at his phone. "tomorrow. today's october 31st."

as the pink-haired boy woke up the next morning, he remembered the conversion he had with choso the previous day. he was persuaded he could last for at least half of the month. he looked to his side and noticed you, still sleeping peacefully. you looked so so pretty. the prettiest girl he's ever seen. even jennifer lawrence was second on the pyramid.

he gently patted your velvety hair, which prompted you to stir awake. "yuuji...?" you breathed, still in the daze. he hummed quietly. "yeah. s'me, baby..." he mumbled before burying his nose in your neck. he inhaled your comforting, feminine scent. he sighed softly. "y'smell so damn good, angel... y'know that ?" you giggled quietly, nodding a little. "s'my lotion... smells like vanilla."

he smiled softly. how was he supposed to do no nut november when you were right here, in his bed, looking all soft and cute ? he couldn't.

that's eventually why he shifted a little, placing himself between your legs. you instantly reacted to him, parting your thighs a little to grant him access. as he slowly slid down your panties, only leaving them mid-thighs, he placed a kiss to your shoulder.

as he untied his sweatpants, he pushed his boxers at the same time and left them around his knees. the tip of his needy cock was already leaky. he sighed softly and pumped himself a few times, enough to get himself hard. to get yourself wet, you circled your clit with the tip of your middle finger, breathy little whines escaping your parted lips.

at the sight, he groaned softly. he placed a hand on the headboard, the other beside your head to support his own weight. he leaned down to kiss you and when your lips met his, he slowly pushed in. he broke the kiss and a look of pure relaxation washed over his face.

his eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted slightly. he was relieved. being inside you was like coming home. he was home. whenever he would bury himself in your tight little heat, his shoulders slumped.

he let out a quiet little moan, still unmoving before he tucked his head in your neck. "mhm..." he hummed, all breathy, almost approvingly. he began rolling his hips against yours lazily. the pace was slow, unhurried. you were both young and in love, you had all the time in the world.

"y'feel so good, baby..." he sighed and placed his forehead on yours. as you both made eye contact, he twitched inside you. "already that wet, mhm...? shiiit..." the sounds of your squelching pussy filled his ears and he took a deep breath. "m'never gonna get tired of her..." he whispered and circled your throbbing little clit. "yuuji..." you breathed. "i know, baby, i know... m'here..." he intertwined his fingers with yours. "m'close, honey..."

as you clenched around him, he chuckled breathlessly. "yeah, seems like you are too..." your back arched off the comfy mattress a little. "yuu', m'gonna cum... oh... gonna cum..." you muttered. "yeah... me too. come with me, baby. jus'... let's come together, alright ?" you nodded vigorously and he hummed. "c'mon, m'right there... right behind you..."

it only took you a few other lazy thrusts to come around him. as your pretty little pussy pulsated around him, squeezing him tight, he huffed quietly and spilled himself inside you. "theeere we go... fuck..." he took a deep, sharp breath.

he stayed inside you for a few seconds before rolling off you. "m'gonna clean you up, 'kay ?" as he stood up, his eyes settled on his phone. he internally laughed.

november 1st, 8:07. the challenge was already over.

that's so sweet aughhh :((

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[cowboyfromh3ll]

I like the kink hcs you did for Arthur and the boys. What about kink hcs for some of the less popular characters?

Kieran, Sean, Micah, Eagle Flies?

Maybe a sprinkle of Lenny, javier, hosea?

Kink HCs Ft. Kieran Duffy, Sean Macguire, Micah Bell, Lenny Summers, Javier Escuella, Hosea Matthews

I've done Eagle Flies a few times already so I'll stick to these guys hehe. Also finally someone else who thinks Hosea is fine HEAR ME OUT YALLLLL

Warnings: pet play, humiliation, voyeurism, rough sex, name calling, impact play, marking, knife play, blood kink, bdsm, sadomasochism

Kieran Duffy

Surprisingly kinky, and incredibly submissive

I feel like he'd be into puppy play

He's just a sad, wet, and pathetic dog

And I'm talking leashes, collars, maybe even muzzles

You can order him to do just about anything

He'd probably be into humiliation. Will bark if you ask tbh

Part of that would probably involve public sex and the embarrassment that would come from the possibility of being caught

So low-key a voyeur maybe maybe just a little

If you've had a long day just go ahead and take it out on him during sex because he'll love every second of it

Orgasm denial and edging is definitely on the table

Until you have him swearing he's a good boy and deserves to cum

Sean Macguire

This man will do anything as long as he gets to cum

Though he'd probably steer away from the heavier kinks

He's into body worship. Not for his own body but yours

Kisses every inch of skin and appreciates your entire being before and during the act

He'd kiss the very ground you walk on tbh

Likes dominating but he doesn't mind taking things slow and kissing your feet and legs while you talk about your day

He's a real fun guy so I'd imagine he'd also like some form of roleplay. Ends up being really silly but plays his part real well. Makes sense his favorite roleplay scenario would be cop and criminal

He seems like the type to have fuzzy pink handcuffs LMAOO

Micah Bell

Let's be realistic he's probably into some freak shit at your expense

Rough sex always. Ain't no sweet and slow love making

Definitely into degrading

Hair pulling, slapping, spitting in your mouth or on your face, etc

Probably into spanking

Will "punish" you for just about anything

Lots of spur of the moment sex, like y'all will be in a public area and he'll suddenly want to take you

Name calling !

Whore, bitch, slut are commonly thrown around

Marking, you will always be bruised or have teeth marks and even scratches

Lenny Summers

He's such a sweetie, I have a hard time imagining him being very kinky

He'd probably be into some more gentle shit

Y'all would go through your more experimental phase

He's wholesome so he'd like praise, and that would go both ways between you two

Would let you order him around but more so he can learn what you like and what you want him to do

Once he gets more into it he'll become more passionate, he just needs more practice

I feel like the farthest he'd go in terms of inflicting any discomfort would be choking, but it would never go far. He'd end up taking his hand away last minute

He'd probably want to try different dynamics so he'd want to try subbing

Needs to be reminded of his role because he gets too enthusiastic

Javier Escuella

It's a universal fandom headcannon that he's into knife play

So knife play

Ghosts the tip of the blade up your thigh closer to your pussy before pressing the cold metal flat against you

Then runs it back down to your knee, repeats the same motion over and over again until you're shaking

Would probably enjoy typing you up/cuffing you so you're helpless to whatever he does

He'd probably be scared to actually draw blood but if you're into it he'll be down

Licks up any bloody wounds or sucks on them

Praises you so much the entire time

He'd be incredibly romantic though, incredibly good at aftercare

I think there'd also be times where he gets really into it and feeds off on the fear in your eyes

Hosea Matthews

He's such a sweetie but I feel like he'd be an incredibly experienced dom

These are my headcannons and I think Hosea is fine asf so leave me alone

Into leather crops, whips, blindfolds, gags, etc

Drips candle wax on you

Very flexible in terms of what he'll do

But he has to Dom

He can either be really good at praise or will degrade you

Brat tamer for sure

I can even imagine him having cages bro

Talks you through everything and gives you very detailed commands

Inflicts pain on you but knows extremely well how far to go and how much is too much

[fallingdownhell]

Going with the theme of your recent 2 fics, can i request lighthearted/silly fic of diluc x reader in which he forgot your birthday but you also forgot about it and you both dont realize until someone asks what your plans are for the day or smth lmaoo

I see you xD of course I can do that!

Pairing: Diluc x reader

Content: gender neutral reader; not really anything specific, should be safe; not proofread yet!

Word count: 1,1k words

Please enjoy!

It was finally here.. the day your boyfriend had dreaded so much finally arrived..

Today, he would have to attend an official event alongside the knights of Favonius, within their headquarters.

And since Dawn Winery was providing the drinks for the event, and Diluc was the Master of the Winery, it was required for him to attend as well, to represent his work.

You knew that he really wasn't looking forward to this. He had complained about it almost daily for the last few weeks, and it only got worse the closer the event came.

Now, as he was getting dressed to attend, he almost looked lifeless, already bored out of his mind.

"I know a thousand other things I would love to do rather than this.", he complained as you helped him organize the last few details of his attire.

You smiled, still concentrating on his clothes, but asked nonetheless. "Oh really? Like what?" Your tone was teasing, but Diluc payed no mind to that.

Instead, he leaned down to you, grabbing your chin as he held eye contact with you.

"Wouldn't you like to know.."

Then, he closed the distance and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss as you wrapped your hands around his neck and deepened the kiss like this.

But before things could get too heated, he parted from you again. You were both catching your breath as an idea came into your mind and you had to refrain from slapping yourself on the forehead. How come you hadn't thought of that sooner?

"Say, Diluc.. how about I accompany you? So you don't have to be all on your own there."

He looked at you for a second, eyes wide like he had the same thought you just had. Why didn't he think of that sooner?

"I would love that, darling."

So, you quickly scanned through your closet, trying to find the right clothes for the occaision.

After picking out an outfit and getting ready, Diluc took you hand in his as you set out on your way, getting seen off by the staff of the winery, wishing you lots of fun.

And you really thought, that with Diluc there, this could actually turn out pretty funny.

You both walked the familiar road to Mondstadt, conversing the entire way there, with a bit of teasing here and there from both of you.

At one point, Diluc even leaned down to whisper compliments about your appearance into your ear, making you blush.

"You look absolutely breathtaking."

"This outfit really compliments you."

"I wish I could just pull it iff you right now."

All those words brought a blush to your cheeks and ears, and every time, you would lightly hit hin on his arm, making him laugh at your cute reaction.

Soon enough, you arrived at the gates of Mondstadt, the guards recognizing you both and letting you pass with no issue.

Only a short walk after, you saw Kaeya standing by the fountain. He noticed you two and walked over.

You smiled as you greeted him, yet Diluc had returned to his usual stoic expression when approached by the man.

"Ah, Diluc. Glad to see you made it here safely. And you even brought company. It's a pleasure to see you, (Name)."

Saying that, Kaeya took your hand and placed a quick kiss to the back of your hand, but quickly let go of you again as he saw Diluc's piercing glare directed at him.

"It's nice to see you too, Kaeya. We haven't seen each other in a while. How have you been?", you tried to stay calm, gently squeezing Diluc's hand that was still holding yours, reminding him to stay civil.

"Oh, you know, the usual. I'm doing quite well for myself. Ah, but that reminds me..", he trailed off as he looked around. It seemed like he was searching for something or someone, but didn't seem to find it. He just sighed.

Then, he took your free hand again, this time ignoring the glare Diluc threw at him.

"Happy Birthday, (Name). Thank you for participatikg today, even though the event fell on your special day. Still, I wish you all the best."

You were taken aback by Kaeya's words.

Birthday? You? No, that couldn't be..

It was today??

Shocked, you looked at Diluc next to you, who wore the same expression as you. Seeing as you had the same reaction as him, it took a few seconds, but then you both burst out laughing.

Confused, Kaeya looked between the both of you. Did he say something wrong? He didn't mistake the day, right?

Meanwhile, you were still laughing so hard that your stomach started to hurt. You held it with your free hand, trying to calm yourself down again to catch your breath.

"And what's so funny about that?", Kaeya asked, clearly not amused about this reaction.

"We forgot!", you said, still trying to breath properly again.

Baffled, Kaeya looked over at Diluc, who was covering his mouth, but his eyes still betrayed that he was laughing as well. Dilic just nodded, confirming that he had forgotten about it as well.

There has been so much going on for the both of you that it simply slioped your minds. Once calmed down again, Diluc turned to you, gently taking your face in his hand.

"Is it too late to congratulate you now?"

"It's never too late for that.", you said as you gently placed a hand over his, closing your eyes as he leaned down to kiss you. You return the kiss, completely forgetting about the world around you.

As you both separated again, Diluc still held your face, holding your gaze. "Happy birthday, (Name). I thank the Archons every day that you were born and for bringing you into my life."

You smiled and were about to pull Diluc into another kiss when an awkward laugh sounded from next to you guys. Suddenly, you remember that Kaeya was still there and that you were here for a reason.

Awkwardly, you separated from Diluc as you both followed Kaeya the the headquarters of the Knights. Along the way, you felt a gentle squeeze on the hand Diluc was holding, making you look at him.

It didn't matter to you that he forgot about your birthday. All that matters was for you to be in his life and to know that he loved you, entirely. That was the greatest gift you have ever recieved in this life and nothing could top that, anyways.

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Thank you so much for doing my angst request! It was so good!Can I request a new one? I’m in a mood for angst lately, but with smutty ending lol

Reader and Rhea have broke up a while ago, but Rhea is taking it harder than she thought she would. She hears that reader is going on dates (which is actually just to kill time and as an effort to move on, but Rhea doesn’t know that). She feels angry and jealous that she’s replaced so fast and confronts reader about it. During the argument things are getting heated and “somehow” they resolve the misunderstanding horizontally 😅

i’m so glad you liked it! I’m hoping it was the one with the prompt bc that one was fun to write. thank you for making another request!

after writing: it’s a bit more sad than angry bc i lowkey went thru this a while ago lmaooo so sorry bout that but i hope you like it hahahahahaoops and they’re not really horizontal but it’s still hot lmaoo

Over

rhea x fem reader

content: angst-ish with sad rhea, smutttttt, oral sexxxx, fingeringggg, hot buff goth woman kissing youuu ooooooo

It’s been two months since you and Rhea have broken up. The first month was hard on you but the second month you wanted to get your mind off of it so you decided to download all the dating apps you could think of. You’ve been on a few first dates and a few second dates but none have lived up to your expectations.

It has been really hard on the wrestler though. She claimed that she did it because she was getting so busy that she felt it wasn’t fair to you that she wasn’t able to be around as much as she wanted. So she decided to end things, unfortunately for her, she didn’t realize how much she relied on you to get away from all the buzz.

You haven’t spoken or texted Rhea for three weeks and it was hurting you, but she was the one to end things so why should I try? you thought. You and her had mutual friends that you would hang out with sometimes and they would try to tell you updates on her but you didn’t want to hear them.

“She really misses you,” they would say.

“Then she shouldn’t have left me,” said the anger stage of grief.

Part of you knew that the friends were telling her that you were going on dates and how you were doing but you didn’t care. You wanted to seem like the ‘bigger person’ and make it seem like you moved on.

One night, you had been chatting with a girl on one of the many dating apps and things were going suspiciously well so you set up a date for the next day, just to see. It was at a local coffee shop because you wanted it to be in public in case something went wrong.

You wore a long maroon, but sort of tight dress that showed off your curves just right, some light makeup, and your hair natural; you didn’t want to try too hard. The time came and you headed to the shop, ordered coffee and sat down at a small table in the corner.

People came and went and you were there for about twenty minutes, checking your phone and scrolling through social media. Because you were waiting for quite a while, you didn’t want to come off as someone who got stood up, so you decided to text her.

“You still coming?”

“Sorry, something came up, maybe another day?”

Of course. This wasn’t the first time this happened and it sure wouldn’t be the last.

“All good,” was the only thing you said. You didn’t like putting effort into something that wasn’t going to go anywhere. If they wasted your time, then they don’t care about you, your friend would say, but something seemed off.

You brushed it off, drank your coffee and enjoyed your time alone, it was nice. You rarely went out by yourself, so it was good for a change.

You finally finished your latte, so you head back home. To your surprise, there was a familiar black truck in your driveway.

“No fucking way,” you growl as you park the car. You sit for a few minutes contemplating going somewhere else in town, maybe a movie or something long enough to where she would leave on her own, but you decided against it. “If she wants to talk then let’s talk.”

You slammed the car door and stomped inside to her helping herself to a glass of water.

“Sorry to show up out of the blue,” the australian admitted.

“No you’re not,” you threw your keys down on the counter.

“Excuse me?”

“Obviously you have something to say that you couldn’t call or text about so…” you crossed your arms keeping your distance.

She was silent but you could tell she was trying not to go off.

“So?” you push.

“You’ve been going on dates,” she finally said.

“Yeah and? Why does it matter? You broke up with me,” the lump in your throat began to form, you were never good with confrontation but you swallowed it down.

“It’s only been two months!” she barked as she threw her hands up.

“People grieve differently!”

“You’re not grieving, you’re trying to get back at me.”

“I’m not. I’m trying to move on,” you glare.

“Moving on means seeing other people after two months?” She walked to the kitchen table and leaned on the back of one of the chairs, gripping it tightly.

“Yes, it does because I’m tired of throwing myself a pity party every night.”

“As if I haven’t done that?” she gestured to herself.

“You broke up with me,” you reiterate.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you!” She walked to the bar area of the kitchen counter.

You let the words hang in the air, you genuinely didn’t have a response to that.

“It’s like you didn’t even care to reach out,” she sighed under her breath.

“The phone works both ways,” you rebutted.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“I didn’t think you wanted to!”

“Of course I did! I wanted to remain friends,” her cheeks were flush.

You try to calm your breathing and think hard about what you’re going to say because you didn’t want to get her feelings anymore than you did, apparently. “It’s hard to remain friends with someone you had fallen in love with and been with for a year.”

“As if I don’t know that?!” She crossed her arm and held her forehead with the other, “I had hope that we could work our way back.”

“Well…”

She took a long deep breath, before looking back up at you, “so you don’t want to try?”

“Literally when did I say that?”

“You didn’t have to say anything! I can tell with the way this is going that you don’t want to,” she was trying to calm herself down but you could tell she was struggling.

“No, no, no, back to the main question, why do you care that I’ve been seeing other people? We broke up!” you uncrossed your arms and got yourself some water too, your hands needed to do something.

“Because!” she huffed, “Because I still care for you and I don’t want you to get hurt,” she sighed once more, “and I miss you.”

You stop in your tracks and set the glass down gently before your impulse took over to throw it. You glare at her, “then why did you leave?”

“Because it wasn’t fair to you! We barely saw each other and when we did we would fight! I loved you too much to do that to you,” tears began to form in her eyes but she didn’t dare let them fall.

“I was perfectly fine letting you do what you love and was willing to work it out, you never talked to me about how you felt! You just up and left!” you threw back.

“Are you serious?! I had a flight that morning I had to leave, it was nothing to do with you.”

“You could’ve waited,” you growled.

“And make you feel more miserable?”

“I wasn’t!! That’s what I’m saying! I loved you, hell I still do, but that was bad the way you did it and you know it,” you pointed at her, hoping that she didn’t catch that one part.

“You what?”

Damn it, “you heard me.”

She sat at the bar and hung her head in her hands, sniffling.

“Rhea…” you start, and the lump in your throat was getting bigger, “I was distracting myself so that I could stop thinking about you. You consume my life, I think about you all the time,” a tear fell and you wiped it away before she could see. “I couldn’t do anything that first month, I was miserable, I had to do something.”

She lifted her head, her face was red and covered in tears. “I never stopped loving you,” she admitted.

“That makes two of us,” you said under your breath. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t want to hurt you again,” she wiped her nose with a paper towel.

You couldn’t think of anything to say. You sat there staring at her, thinking of everything you’ve ever done together and where it went wrong, but it never came up. “What do you want me to say?” you sigh.

“I don’t know,” she caught your eyes. Those icy blue perfect eyes staring back into you.

“Then what do you want from me?”

She sat for a minute racking her brain, trying to think of an answer that was different from what she wanted to say, but what’s the use, she thought and decided to shoot her shot anyway, “Another chance?”

You contemplate for a few short seconds, “You have to promise me-”

“I’ll do anything please, baby,” she didn’t mean to call you that, but you let it slide.

“You have to promise me that you’ll keep me informed on your schedule no matter what. We will make it work. Take me with you, I’ll pay for the extra bed, I’ll pay for the tickets, just…” you take a deep breath, “don’t give up again.” You didn’t think you would fold so quickly, but here you were.

“I promise, I’ll send it right now, the whole month. And when the next one comes I’ll send you that too,” as she took out her phone and sent it, “we can download a shared calendar app.”

“Thank you,” you took a sip of your water and set it back down. “Now are you going to admit that you were supposed to meet me at the coffee shop or what?”

“I had to get to you somehow,” she smiled nervously.

“You didn’t think that Leah Shipley wouldn’t raise an eyebrow?”

“Hey, what can you do?” she shrugged.

The two of you sat in silence for a good minute smiling at the thought of her trying to trick you.

“So are you going to kiss me or what?” you said a little too confidentally.

She basically ran around the counter and slammed her mouth against yours, holding your jaw. Your hands grabbed her waist and pulled her in tightly.

“God, I missed you,” she breathed.

“Shut up,” as you kiss her again.

She carefully walked you backwards towards the counter as your lips danced against hers. Your hands found themselves roaming her body naturally, like it was never gone.

She picked you up onto the counter, carefully moving things away. Her hips shoved their way in between your thighs pushing your dress up as she went, as you wrapped your legs around her, pulling her in as close as possible.

A hand found its way into your hair and yanked it to the side letting a whimper spill out of you. She kissed down your neck, biting delicately sending shockwaves down to your core. She kissed her way down your chest until she couldn’t find anymore bare skin. Suddenly, her arms pulled you forward to where you almost fell off the counter, yanking your dress farther up. She planted soft kisses on your inner thighs which made you crazy.

“Can I-” she whispered before you cut her off.

“Do it. I don’t care just fuck me, please baby,” you had missed her touch so badly. No one had ever made you feel the way she did, it was insane. She knew how to work you out just right.

With a devilish smirk she bit harder on your thighs spreading them as far as they would go. Your hand tangled itself in her hair as you used the other one to lean back. She grabbed at the waistband of your underwear and slid them off of you. A shiver hit your body as the cool air hit your hot center.

Her eyes widened at the sight of you basically dripping onto the counter, “Damn, baby, you missed me that much?”

“Shut up,” you said once more and shoved her head into you.

She immediately began lapping at your juices. You moan loudly with your head slamming on the cabinets behind you. A small “fuck,” fell from your lips followed by another moan. Her hand grazed up your thigh, lightly scratching its way up. It reached around to the small of your back and pushed you more forward into her. Riding her face, your hand gripped hair tighter. The hand sneaked its way back around and prodded at your entrance.

“Please, yes,” you whine.

And so she did, gently plunging her two fingers into you. “God,” you groan as your eyes rolled back.

She kissed the inside of your thighs before returning to your neck and kissing her way up to your lips. You grab her face, kissing her intensely, as she’s now pounding into you. Her other hand returns to your now swollen clit and adds to the knot growing inside of you.

“You missed me, baby?” she coos.

“So… fucking… bad,” you breathe.

“Then show me,” she growled.

Only a few seconds pass and you released all over her hand with a loud moan, squeezing your legs closed but was stopped by her hips blocking your way. Your back arching into the woman in front of you, “ffffffucccckk,” you whine as she kisses your neck. Your nails are digging into her shoulder blades as she continues to pump in and out of you letting you enjoy the high.

As you came down, catching your breath, you release your grip on her shoulders. Your head lolled forward leaning onto the wrestlers forehead for a few breaths before leaning back onto the cabinet. She gently pulled her fingers out of you and brought them to her mouth, cleaning them off.

“I forgot how good you taste, princess,” her accent was so thick you almost came undone again.

“It’s been too long,” you sigh.

“I guess we have some catching up to do, then huh?” she smirked. She picked you up with a giggle coming from both of you and began to carry you to your bedroom.

[woman-respecter]

On the topic of tankies,

THEY HATE AO3 SO MUCH THAT THEY TREAT IT LIKE THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL AND IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME LAUGH 😭

Pre October 7th, most of the blogs I followed had always been very political but seemed normal for the most part.

Now, they're all constantly rage posting about AO3 like it's the most of everyone's problems 😭 it's giving 4chan talking about Jews every second and bringing us into everything not gonna lie.

"You evil queers support Ao3 but question Palestinians on Tumblr, racist genocidal zionazis 🤬" these people are sooo insane. People donating to Ao3 bothers them so much that whenever anything happens now it goes back to Ao3..it's giving Trump blaming everything on the libs

Whenever any sort of injustice trends on here the response from tankies is automatically "you use/donate to ao3 you guys are evil monsters" ???? 😭🤨

Oh and don't forget the constant "this is tumblr staff's fault". They're sooo extremist that suddenly whenever anyone gets banned it's prejudice from the staff. Like girl! You posted blatant antisemitic shit straight from mein kampf but you being banned is somehow *checks notes* a result of the staff silencing Palestinians? 🤨 if you cannot criticise tumblr without immediately diving into batshit crazy conspiracies where every move the tumblr staff makes is bigotry and an attack on minorities idk what to tell you.

Idgaf about anyone hating ao3 but it's very strange to watch how they decide to hate it in the most extremist way possible lmao.

Also obsessed with how they go so left they end up right. Popular responses from leftists about the fake Palestinian scammers was "you people are always poor and ebegging but you draw the line at giving Palestinians money" 😐

Wow being classist towards the people you don't like will surely show them! Also obsessed with how only Palestinians matter in this case. They are allowed to say these things and then get cheered on by many (these posts get thousands of reblogs and likes lmaoo) because Palestinians are experiencing the Worst Thing in The World which means only they matter and anyone who supports them are allowed to say whatever they want in support. Therefore making fun of poor people who ask for money on Tumblr is progressive actually because it's in support of Palestinians.

Funny enough tankies are also homophobic when it comes to hating ao3 and everyone who dares to use that evil website but they're #gay so it's okay 😭😭😭 they'll say shit like "you queers have money for ao3 and never Palestine" first of all targetting gay people when I know many straight people who use ao3 is insanee. 2) where do they get this info from because they are always saying this but i only ever see queers donating to palestinians 😭 are they seriously making shit up to be angry about ? they talk about it like every gay person in the world is donating to the evil ao3 instead of palestine when it's a much smaller number than they exaggerate it to be.

i made a post in like 2021 (which got like 30k notws but i can’t find it bc tumblr search function sux) about how tumblr users would act like its evil to donate to ao3 instead of people’s (like fl****s******e) personal gofundmes but once again you can just replace personal gfms with palestine scam asks this time. really nowadays donating to anything that doesn’t have to do with The Omnicause is seen as EVIL. like chill, people can care about multiple things. plus i bet most of these people raging against ao3 still spend many hours on the site and get free entertainment from it so its like. do u want this site to exist or not because servers cost money and it can’t exist without donations.

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When you added Kenshi to the “wall kiss” post and you even inputted Sento’s spirit… it gave me an idea. I don’t know if this counts as monster fucking lol

I was wondering if it would be possible for you to write a threesome featuring Ghost Sento and Kenshi. Sento seems to have some sentience, though I'm not sure how exactly it operates. In the cutscenes, for example, it did save Kenshi. Thus, given that Sento and Kenshi have a telepathic link and Kenshi has feelings for the reader, it's possible that Sento feels a "pull" towards the reader. Im just trying to justify why it would be possible 😭 When I play them and I see how in sync they are, it makes me want to be between them lol, like sirs I have 2 holes. This is assuming Sento's spirit possesses genitalia, but for the sake of fiction why not. I’m sorry if this is long or weird!🙏

not weird at all i am HAPPY to do this. it reminds me of the starjota x reader fic i wrote a while back lmaooo

whenever characters have abilities like that it always gets me thinking. i just CANT help myself 😝

inappropriate use of sento/spirits blurb with kenshi takahashi

cck-warming and face fcking mentioned, sento referred to by name as its own entity instead of saying spirit a bunch of times, i can't take myself seriously for the life of me like why do i get so giddy and nervous when i write LMAOO

DEFINITELY in for double penetration territory. i mean, the kinds of internal signals kenshi gets whenever he's around you are pretty intense. his thoughts go from normal to turbo horny in a split second. although with the way his was feeling he wanted to get a lil creative

there you were in sento's lap and warming the fantom feeling of what would be a dick, caged in its hold so strong you didn't even need to be tied up. your fingers ran cold from the lack of use while kenshi did what he pleased with your mouth; all of your senses came to life with every thrust. sento released you for a second, pulling your arms behind you to hold them in place with one hand and the other just caressed different parts of your bare body.

if he was busy but at home, and you were particularly in need of some satisfaction, look no further. sento's got your back, literally. in a sense sento was like his inner thoughts. so if it had you pinned down in prone and going to town on you, you can safely assume kenshi would be doing exactly that if he didn't have shit to do.

one more thing...since sento is an entity, it can shapeshift as well. bigger, smaller, taller, shorter, and you can ask for just about anything for fun. sento's love for you is only as strong as kenshi, so when you find yourself getting tossed around by some giant spirit with a giant cawk, everybody say thank you kenshi!

side note i think it would be funny if he had x-ray vision with sento so it just randomly makes you appear as butt ass naked in front of kenshi meanwhile you have a full outfit on LMAOO

a/n edit: feel free to send in asks like this y'all! they're quick and easy, very fun to write too <3

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On thin Ice (Hockey Player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Reader)

A/N: Hehehe. Hiii :) if you haven’t noticed, I gave the chapter titles, and if you know what I’m doing with the titles then I’ll love you forever Lmaoo. Also I’m accidentally making the chapters shorter then I would like but idk how make them longer lmao. As usu, not completely proofread so excuse any typos or grammatical errors. Also I tried to throw in a small parallel cuz I LOOOVE parallels in writing. Okay enjoy:).

(Y/N)- Your name, (f/c)- favorite color.

Swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of sex/sexual stuff (No smut or NSFW content.)

Word count: 1.2K

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Chapter 3: That sticks around like summat in your teeth?

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“Sooooo… wanna tell me why Miguel ‘figure skating isn’t a real sport’ O’Hara was talking you up before practice?”

Oh God. You knew this would happen.

“Okay, first of all he wasn’t talking me up-“ You rolled your eyes as you and Logan walk to your uni’s on-campus Starbucks after practice together, your (f/c) gym bag hastily thrown over your shoulder, so the bag was resting fully on your back.

“Me when I lie-“

“And second all,” you send him a playful look for interrupting you mid-sentence as you finally reach your destination, pulling the handle to the glass door, entering the busy coffee shop. “I’d rather not think about it.” Because it was all your were thinking about now.

Logan just took his hands out from his hoodie pockets and raised them up in defense. “Okay, okay… didn’t think me asking about the person my partner despises so much, would be annoying .” He joked with a small smirk, you just rolled your eyes and let out a small annoyed groan as you and Logan both grabbed your mobile orders from the counter, before making your way to a small, secluded table in the back of the cafe.

You did a quick look over at your surroundings, before leaning in slightly and began to speak in a low tone. “Okay… am I going insane, or had Miguel been acting…different towards me since last week?” You asked, Logan leaning in a bit, taking a sip of his iced coffee, before replying.

“oh no yeah, something is up with him.”

You started to nervously nibble at your bottom lip,“You’re supposed to tell me I’m going crazy.” You say with a sigh, rubbing your temples in hopes of preventing an oncoming headache for all the overthinking you were about to do, Logan just shrugged.

“As much as I’d loove to feed into your delusions, I’d rather much more make fun of you for this.” He grinned as he crossed his arms on the top of the wooden table. You quickly shot him a glare and lightly hit his shoulder, mumbling a “not funny”. Before sipping on your drink a bit. Your reaction only made his grin widen, “This is gonna be fun to watch. Do you think he’s into you? I think he is. Oh my god, is this gonna be like one of those romance novels that Kate-“ Kate is your dorm mate, “is always going on about?” You groaned as your shoved your face into hands to help hid the blush that was creeping on to your cheeks.

“Hell. No. He’s an asshole, and I hate him. I’d rather slit my throat with my own skate blades before even giving him a chance. Besides , I don’t like hockey players, especially the ones here.” You ranted after you felt your face cool down enough to finally lift your head out of your hands to look at Logan again, you knew if he saw how red your face felt, he’d never let you hear the end of it. “Not to mention, I’ve heard about all the rumors about him on campus. He’s a total manwhore.” You finished with a scowl, your hands playing with your cup. You’ve honestly lost interest in your drink, but you paid 7 dollars for it, and you’re a broke college student, so you forced yourself to take another sip.

“You say that last part like you’re considering acting on something.” You hate how he said that so causally, like you two (plus a few of your other friends) weren’t always complaining about him and his little hockey team.

“That’s- that’s not what I meant by that and you know it.” You huffed, your eyebrows furrowed together and you puff your cheeks out a bit as your lips draw together into a thin line. “Even if he wasn’t a massive dick, he isn’t my type.” Logan let out a small snort, him and his fucking snorts.

“When you say massive dick, are you sure you meant he’s a massive dick? Or did you mean he has a mass” you quickly covered his mouth with your hand before he could continue.

“Trust me Logan, he’s the last person on campus I’d want.”

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“So you just, all of a sudden, decide to wake up one morning and be nice to her? Are you sure you don’t have a crush on her?” Peter Parker, The Spiders’ winger and Miguel’s dorm mate/best friend (wether he’d admit or not) teased the taller man with a sly smile. Miguel let out a frustrated huff as he went to try and hit Peter on the shoulder as a warning to shut up, but the shorter man quickly dodged it with a laugh.

“God. You heard me compliment her one time, and now you’re gonna misinterpret every conversation with her?” Miguel grumbled as he sat on his bed in his dorm room, Peter sitting down across from him on the floor, his back resting against his own bed as he took a handful of fries from the McDonald’s bag next to him before shoving it in his mouth.

“Mmm, yeah.” Peter replied with a full mouth, Miguel had to look away to stop himself from cringing. “So.” He swallowed his food, taking a sip of his soda before continuing, “what’s the deal? You’re actually trying to be a nicer person, or do you just wanna get in her pants?” Peter deadpanned.

“I’m not-Jesus, Peter. Do you have to say it like that?” Miguel huffed, rubbing his face a bit with his hands in an attempt to help his current feeling of embarrassment from how blunt Peter was being. “I just…didn’t realize how good she is at skating before is all…” He added in a slightly softer tone, his large calloused hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, his shoulders coming up with a slight shrug.

“Oh yeah, you’re trying to get into her pants.” Peter grinned.

“Peter.”

“Miguel.”

“Believe it or not, but I don’t only think with my dick.” Miguel deadpanned, his head tilting to the side slightly as he raises a brow.

“Ehhh, I don’t know… the amount of times you’ve kick me out of our room says otherwise.” Peter’s lips twitched up into a sly smirk, this time Peter didn’t dodge Miguel’s hand. “Ouch! Why are you getting mad at me? You’re the one who can’t keep it his pants…” He whined as he rubs his shoulder.

“I haven’t had a girl in here for weeks Parker, you know that.” Miguel glared down at Peter, before shoving his hand into the McDonald’s hand next to his friend on the floor. Earning a small “hey!” In protest from the other man, and began to nibble on the fries.

“Surprisingly…” Peter grumbled. “You going through a dry spell or something?”

“No. Just, trying to focus on school and hockey.” Miguel said as he leaned against his bed, resting his weight on his forearms. Peter scoffed in response.

“Miguel, you’re bullshitting and you know it. If you stopped messing around with half the campus for little miss ice princess-“ Miguel felt a slight burning sensation rip threw his chest when Peter referenced you by ice princess, it bothered him for some reason even though he called you that name all the time, “then who cares? But don’t try and deny it.”

“Trust me Peter, she’s the last person on campus I’d want.”

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enforcers | jack hughes AU

author's note; i finished ninth house yesterday and it has instilled me with so many feelings and thoughts. so many that i had to split this into parts LMAOO summary; when magic runs wild there need to be enforcers. however you never thought that picking up the widely respected job would bring you right back to your childhood crush. word count: 2.5k warnings; gore? swearing characters; Reader x Jack Hughes, platonic!Reader x Luke Hughes

Jack Hughes was unmistakably gorgeous. You could still remember stumbling through the halls, trying your hardest to catch his eye as you passed him. When he'd spot you a large smile would light up all his boyish features. He'd nod to you then move on, and you'd hold your breath until you were sure he was too far away to notice how your shoulders would relax. Of course, his looks weren't the only thing perfect about him. Although they did certainly give him a leg up. He excelled in every area at school. Curses, rituals, the arcane. It was as if magic was drawn to him. One time you and Luke had decided to have a little fun of your own and try your hand at Summoning. It had gone disastrously wrong, with both of you on his bed shrieking at the scorpions crawling on his floor. Like one large hive mind, they were growing and shrinking and moving as one united creature with one huge dark shell and thousands of stingers. Jack had heard the commotion and, like a knight in shining armour, come in and banished the creatures quickly. Not scorpions, he reprimanded. Some magical counterpart that would have killed you in no time if he hadn't been there. He never stopped smiling at you in the hallways. His little brother's best friend.

You hadn't seen him since he had graduated. Older siblings were a complicated matter to people like you and Luke. Too busy doing what they're doing and almost dying doing it to come home for family dinner. The night of graduation you ate at the Hughes' house. You saw Quinn for the first time in a few years. The boy-man, now- had enveloped you in a slightly uncomfortable hug and congratulated you time and time again on your good marks. "What are you going to do?" Quinn had asked both of you. Luke had laughed and said something about going into sports. Being one of the people behind the scene who pricked their finger every full moon so that their team was a little more likely to find a gap in defense to score a goal. You had squared your shoulders and tried to look serious. Not like an 18-year-old child. "I'm going into Enforcing." Quinn had smiled and nodded. A better reaction than you had gotten from anyone other than Luke. Who of course had asked if you would accept bribes from him. "Jack went into that. Maybe you two will cross paths." Your heart panged involuntarily at the mention of your high school crush from Freshman year. You gave him a thin-lipped smile and said "Hopefully."

And now there you were, in front of an old townhouse. It looked completely run down. With old architecture and accents that made the whole thing seem like it belonged somewhere in the past. The people around you didn't spare it a second glance. No doubt it had been glamoured by Enchanters at some point. If you didn't know it was there, you never would. Unnoticeable. You found that hard to believe. It was such an eyesore next to the beautiful buildings of New Jersey. It was dark and ominous. And honestly, it gave you the heebie-jeebies. The Ahriman. Lord of darkness and chaos. The darkness seemed accounted for in the way it tilted towards you like it was beginning to fall over. The chaos bit was for you to sort out, you supposed. Little advice had been given to you. Other than "Be like Jack Hughes!" no one had much to say. Because of course, Jack was still the golden boy. You raised a hand to the door. In contrast to the peeling paint of the building, it was black and gleaming. Before you could make the decision to knock on the shining wood, a shadow appeared in the frosted glass and the door in front of you had swung inward. "No way!" Jack Hughes hadn't changed much. His hair was much longer and in need of a haircut. And he was missing a tooth. As if he noticed you noticing it, his fingers touched his lips lightly and he said "Yeah, I've gotta get that fixed. Haven't had time." When you just continued to stare at him, gobsmacked, he opened the door wider and said. "Come in, come in."

The place looked more like a home than a place of work. In fact, Jack himself was in grey sweatpants and a hoodie that had New Jersey Devils splashed across the chest. You pointed at it, "Luke's working for them." "He is?" Jack's shocked expression surprised you. He had always been a lovely boy. If anyone would keep up with their family, you had expected it to be him. You supposed not. "Yeah. The school set him up with some internship with their head Favour." Which meant Luke would be helping someone else prick their finger every full moon. But he got to sit it on practices and games and talk to the players (and the hot fans, he had added with glee). "Oh," Jack said. His lips pursed and you felt like you had rubbed his nose in his lack of knowledge. Good. Luke deserved better than that. Even though it really wasn't Jack's fault. "I didn't know your last name till now." Jack changed the topic. "I would have cleaned myself up a little if I had known it would be you." You gave him a doubtful look. "Oh come on, Hughes. I saw you in pajamas all the time in high school." "Yeah but-" He turned pink and looked at his shoes. "It's different." You couldn't stop the blush that crept onto your cheeks. No, you tried to steel yourself, this was a serious job, and you wanted to be taken seriously."Aren't I supposed to get a mentor?" You asked. He looked up shyly at you through his eyelashes. You wanted to tell him to pull himself together. He was twenty-two years old. He could deal with a teenage girl's inquiries. "You're looking at him." He told you. That same grin from the hallways uncurled on his face and you could see all the parts of it that had changed. Or maybe your imagination had warped the beauty of it. Because Jack Hughes was still gorgeous. Maybe even more than he had been before. And he was in charge of making sure you didn't die on the job. Assuming being around him wouldn't distract you enough for you to take care of that yourself.

Jack had explained as well as he could that the Ahriman was more like a college dorm than anything else. There were buildings like this set up over the world, a revolving door of Enforcers coming in and out. He was the head of the New Jersey department, one of the youngest. Which fit him obnoxiously well. Your things were already unpacked in your room. The walls covered in familiar posters, and your closet full of clothes. Jack wandered in behind you and leaned against your doorframe. When you looked at him he was studying every part of it. "What?" You asked sharply. He smiled at your slight hostility. "I've never been in your room before." Your eyebrows drew together. "Obviously not. You wouldn't have noticed me if it wasn't for Luke." You said, waving your hand dismissively. "Oh please, I was the one who told Luke to befriend you in Kindergarten." When you looked at him he wasn't looking at you. Instead looking out your window, eyes squinting slightly against the sun. "What?" "I can like, feel magic." He stated, as though it was the simplest thing he had ever said. "And I could feel it coming off of you. It makes it easier for me to read people. And your magic felt warm and nice." You snorted, "Like peeing in the ocean?" "Yeah." He laughed, "Like that. Anyway, I'll leave you to it." He began to walk down the hallway. You heard his footsteps pause. Because of course, after years of sleeping over at Lukes, you could recognise them. Like you were in high school again, you held your breath. "We have a job tomorrow morning. I'll wake you up." He called. "Cool!" You said after him. Then you heard his footsteps wander down the stairs to the first floor. You let go of your breath. "Cool?" You hissed at yourself quietly. "Jesus, get a grip." The house creaked loudly, as though it didn't appreciate you using the lord's name in vain.

Jack wasn't lying about waking you up. It was still dark out when he did, and he was shockingly gentle about it. He ran a hand up and down your arm, cooing "Hey, you gotta get up." You groaned into your pillow. It was like many mornings when your mother had woken you up for school. Then you realised the hand was too large to be hers, and the voice was deep and familiar, and you shot up. Your sudden movement startled Jack, who laughed. "Good morning, then." You ushered him out of your room, telling him to give you twenty minutes to get ready. You showered and changed quickly, brushing your teeth twice out of nerves. Your first job. It could be anything from exchanging quick introductions with someone important to banishing escaped demons. Guiltily you hoped for the second one. Perfect-looking enforcers were never taken seriously. Jack's missing tooth gave him a perfect demeanour. Relaxed in his jeans and sweatshirt. But a simple smile showed you he meant business. And you were sure if he grinned a certain way he could maybe, just maybe, look menacing. His charms had a certain power of their own, though. You realised you had been too busy studying him as he led you through the empty streets to ask him what the job was.

When you saw a familiar figure, the answer was easy to guess. Supervising a ritual. Of course, that wasn't the most important thing to you that morning. Because you squealed and called, "Luke?" The boy looked up from his phone and his jaw went slack. "No way!" He exclaimed. So similar to his brother, you mused to yourself. The two of you hadn't seen each other since he had started his internship over the summer. You rushed into his arms quickly, letting him spin you around in excitement. "I knew I had to show some stuck-up Enforcer inside, but I didn't think it would be you." "Stuck up?" "Never." Then he turned to his brother. They exchanged a very manly hug and some quick words. You had to remember that Luke had seen Jack a lot more than you had over the past couple of years. It wasn't awkward for them to be in each others’ presence again. Luke turned around and began to lead the two of you two into the stadium. He nodded at everyone he passed, who all smiled at him and sometimes offered him short greetings. Jack fell back next to you and leaned down so you could hear him say quietly "These rituals are the worst." "Why?" You asked. Ghosts? Demons? "Dreadfully boring." He wiggled his eyebrows and took two large strides to wrap his arm around Luke and start up a conversation with him instead. He looked over his shoulder at you in time to catch you rolling your eyes.

After an hour and a half of watching Luke excitedly stare as his boss, a lean silver fox of a man who insisted you call him Dean instead of by his last name (which he hadn't offered you), pour blood over hockey pucks. What kind of blood, you couldn't bring yourself to ask. When the whole thing was over you felt tired. You looked to your right at Jack. When you had snuck glances at him throughout the beginning he had seemed solemn and serious. Arms crossed, eyes narrowed. He looked horrible now. His forehead was slick was sweat and he looked almost green. "Are you okay?" You asked. Instead of answering he walked out the door. You almost followed after him, but remembered the fact that he wasn't your priority. "You'll clean all this up?" You asked Luke. He nodded. "And you'll use salt? You know even animal blood can attract all sorts of-" "Nasty ghoulies," Luke interrupted. You didn't correct him. "I know. Go on, go get some sleep. I'll call you." "Okay." You pursed your lips, wondering if there were any other precautions you should tell him to take. Of course, you weren't sure, since your mentor had skipped out on you. Without giving him a proper goodbye, you spun on your heel and went to track down Jack.

You found him outside the stadium, hands on his thighs as he hunched over some bushes. You could smell the vomit. You didn't say anything to him. Simply bundled his hair up in your hand and allowed him to purge whatever was making him sick. "Sorry." He kept mumbling between retches. When he was finally done, he straightened up and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his hoodie. Your fingers untangled themselves from his hair. "I hate Favour rituals." He said. "That magic is foul. It stinks, although usually, I can hold myself together till I get home." You couldn't stop pity from softening your features, and he looked away from your face. "I know it's a gift to be able to feel magic like that. You don't need to give me the speech." "Not if it makes you sick. How did you get through school?" "I scraped by." He flashed his pearly smile at you. The gap where his tooth used to be was growing on you. His regular lazy drawl to his words almost made you think he was fine. But then he took a step and his knees almost buckled. "C'mere," You said, slinging his arm around your shoulder. It barely helped, considering he had a few inches on you. But you had helped too many drunk girls throughout your life to count. His stomach growled. "Where's the closest diner?" "Few blocks away." He told you. You let him steer you.

After ten minutes or so you slid into a booth across from him. Colour was leeching back into his face and he was smiling easily. "Thanks." He said simply. "It was no big deal. Warn me next time, though." "It was a big deal. I told you, your magic feels good. I would be much worse off if you hadn't been around." You swallowed loudly, trying not to smile like an idiot. "Thanks, Hughes." "You can call me Jack, you know." "I call you Jack." You argued. He shook his head at you, still smiling. He was always smiling. "You always call me Hughes." He pointed out. "Fine, whatever. Just order yourself some food, Jack." He picked up a menu in front of him. "Yes ma'am."

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what did u think of the anime ?? thoughts on wallace’s characterization ? seems to be heavily debated. love ur art !!

hello!!! :] thanks for liking my art EEEEEEEE

for a long time i saved my opinion about the anime because the first few days it came out it was a war zone out there and people with a different opnion would've be jumped on hahaaaaaa.... but ANYWAYS To this day I'm still neutral about it. Not what I personally expected. After my first watch I felt so devasted tbh LOL I took me a while to even get closer to it again and watch some of it for a second time. BUT with time, i slowly started to appreciate what I did liked about the show: the amazing animation!!!!! it's one of the things i praise of, alongside side the music (which i still listen time to time) Now everthing else... is something... I don't like how Scott was handled in this show nor The whole plot for the last 3 episodes ifykyk 😭😭😭 like at ALL. And something that people always praise about the show is how the Exes now had more depth and and were fun too watch but imo the only one who stands out was roxie and matthew...everything else felt half cooked... todd just being part of a Gag and istg i feel ike the Twins talked/did more in the comic than the anime 😭?!?! they didnt gaf about them even here LMAOO

I feel like this show could've been so good if the people behind it weren't thinking about "doing everything we can do in 8 episodes and conclude it because we are sure we wont get a season two!" you know?? and these last episodes are the prove of it and that they were running out of time

About Wallace's characterization, back then I've mentioned to my friends once that i felt like he was OOC at first. Him pretending that didn't cared about Scott did hurted a little ahaha. But after Bryan mentioned that he wasn't OOC, wasn't being a dick like everyone else was saying-including me lol-and that we should've be looking at his actions rather than his words[?]I stepped back and think "well Alright if he say hes not I guess i'll go with it. I guess. thats just his way to cope with scott's disappearance. I think. .... Ah. ... I get it now........... I see.......!!!!!!!" and understood that perhaps he's not the kind of person to admmit his real feelings, But Being with Another Scott the day after hes gone, Being in a Movie about Scott's life, Tell the director that there should've be a scene of him and Scott making out just to later have sex with the actor that played Scott and was also only interested on him while he was on his Scott custome WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's true that actions says more than words!!!!!!!! wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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NEW THEME LOTTIE COOKED :33 and omg omg are you reading crime and punishment how is it going??

HII EVA OMG THANK YOU <33

yesss i’m on page 189 right now and i’ve been loving it so much

i think one of my favorite parts so far is the dialogue!! reading that whole bit where raskolnikov is stuck in bed and razumikhin has been watching over him was really fun and the way we get to read about raskolnikov’s paranoia and how he thinks everyone knows what he did

ALSO the part where he talks to zametov and practically confesses how he hid everything with the stone…i was so tense during that legit had to close the book and think for a second LIKE WHY

i do think one of the most difficult parts for me to read was his first talk with marmeladov since marmeladov talked for pages…and pages…and pages LMAOO

LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL

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Ehehe hiii :3

A little different scenario from my usual asks but I'm curious I can't help myself 😭

(If you're comfortable talking abt this ofc, no pressure)

Since I'm writing a/b/o fic(s) with Santino and John, how do you see omega Santino and alpha John? Like, for example when the heat hits Santino, how does he act? Is he really needy and wants John to take care of him (by take care of him I mean both freaky time and actual comfort 😋)? Or he's moody and snaps at John for literally anything? Ofc, how does John act, too, in that situation :P

So many possibilities AGAIN lmaoo I'm having lots of fun with this. I have my versions of this but I'm curious on yours :3

Have a fantastic day!!! 💖

Oh boy...I have never written a/b/o before but tbh I do like it >_< so here we go haha!! There's a first time for everything ✨

I really love the way their dynamic is written in your fics!! There's a lot of nuance and tension. Santino is clingy and needy, but also angry and irritable. Santino is the one seducing John, even though he is the omega (who we might expect to have less control). So I would keep a lot of that.

But here, I tried to imagine starting a fic from scratch and coming up with their dynamic on my own. I think I'd write something with these main points:

John has always been uncomfortable with being an alpha. It's something that the High Table used to their advantage when treating him as a weapon. It allowed him to fight harder by going into a kind of berserk state, so they encouraged it and he was sometimes even given access to the scent of omegas before battle to send him into a frenzy. At the same time, he was never given access to an actual omega, because his employers didn't want him to form attachments. So he initially associates his alpha with a lot of past trauma and both sexual and emotional frustration. He wishes he was just a normal beta.

Meanwhile, Santino has a similar backstory to the one you wrote - the Camorra forced him to hide his omega status with scent blockers and he was heavily shamed for it by his father. So he has shame attached to this too. But deep down, he likes his omega and wants to express that part of himself very much.

They are overwhelmed by each other's scents, obviously. Both of them are powerful examples of the type, and well suited to each other. I think Santino smells a bit like the ocean - something beautifully fresh yet full of salt to the point that it's almost unbearably delicious and it makes John want to drink him in (John is thirsty LMAO). John smells very animal. Musk and leather.

When I think about Santino's heat, I try to think about what's actually happening in his body and how he's experiencing that. Firstly, he's experiencing a lot of discomfort. He's in physical distress, almost as if he had the flu and a fever, and he gets deep, visceral loneliness and craving for affection as if he had been touch starved for weeks. So he's going to respond to that the same way he would respond to an illness or an emotional upset - by initially pretending he's fine and snapping at everyone at the slightest provocation until it's abundantly clear that he's not fine. He deeply fears to appear weak or to be a burden. But, once John realizes what's happening and proves that he's going to be there for Santino anyway, there's no more reason to hide his feelings. At that point, Santino breaks down and becomes incredibly clingy.

What Santino needs, and what John provides, when he's in heat: LOTS of physical touch (he can't stand to not be cuddling John, or at least holding his hand, even for a second), massage for all the aches in his body, a place where he feels safe and not threatened, a warm nest to curl up in so that he is surrounded by soft things on all sides, having his requests provided for (food and water brought to him, tasks done for him if he asks, etc.), and of course SEX.

As for John's experience of Santino's heats (and his own resulting heat), he's initially afraid of himself. He feels out of control so he tries to resist his desires, which he is pretty good at doing. Only when he realizes that he genuinely cares for Santino and wants to protect him, both as an omega and as a person, does he let himself go fully into alpha mode. At that point, he is absolutely scary to everyone around him who is not Santino. His pupils are so swollen that his eyes look black, he feels an intense bloodlust that makes his fighting significantly better, he is almost completely incapable of speaking (just grunts and body language), and he will do anything to get to Santino and protect him. If a door is locked and it takes too long to unlock it, he'll just tear it off the hinges. He is feral.

The relationship is very healing for both of them. For John, his alpha is finally being given a positive outlet for its protectiveness, not just being used as a weapon. For Santino, he can finally express who he truly is without shame. They are inseparable and their bond runs deep.

Thank you for asking, I think this is a super fun concept for them!! 🖤💙

[johnslittlespoon]

HI I'M ALIVE i swear this is a pattern at this point, i post a new fic/chapter and disappear for a phat day (or two) lmaoo i literally get The Fear and i have to avoid notifs/comments for a bit <33

that being said, wept reading the comments on TAS, i'm so so thankful y'all are vibing with it because i was NERVOUS about posting my first ever modern au and i wanted to make sure it still felt true to the characters but everyone's been so unbelievably kind i'm so wahhahhhh :')) i appreciate the sweet words SO so much, it's so reassuring and so motivating <33

so motivating actually that i'm already halfway done ch2... whoops? litch rally buzzing with how excited i am to write, i don't think i've ever experienced this which sounds strange but like. okay hold i can already tell i'm gonna go on a tangent so let me cut myself off with a read more lmaoo

idk, does anyone else ever sometimes feel like even though obviously we all write fic for enjoyment because we do it for free, sometimes it feels like a chore? not in the sense that i feel obligated to write, but just that even though i feel passionately about what i want to write, it's just hard to get my brain into gear (adhd aside) even when i really want to. i'm just thinking out loudddd now but my concerta just kicked in so it's inevitable LOL word vomit and thought processing is apparently a necessary part of my writing process smh

writing yad(iym) has honestly been so helpful with this because one of the biggest things that i struggle with when writing is that i have a super vivid imagination and can picture exactly what i want to portray/convey, but sometimes i don't know how to get there, but with the dog coded fic i have the timeline of the actual show to follow, so it takes a lot of pressure off in that sense! it's sorta like filling in the gaps because i have something base level to work with.

but 99% of the time when writing, i don't have that, so i end up avoiding my docs often because i feel stuck in terms of progressing the storyline, and my writing process drags on so longgg. i'm finding too now that i'm writing my first (and second oops) actual long fic that oneshots are actually more difficult for me to finish for some reason despite most of mine being shorter than a singular chapter in my fics, which is funny because i was so terrified of commitment starting a chaptered fic but i've ended up being more consistent.

anyway point is, i adore writing yad(iym) and it's been the most fun experience i've had fic writing, but now that i've sorted out the world building aspects for tough and sweet, everything is just flowing and instead of having to sit myself down at my desk and kinda just force myself into the zone, i cannot drag myself out of my docs?? and i've never had that happen but i'm definitely trying to take advantage of it while it lasts and get as much written as possible!

i think it also helps that it's so lighthearted compared to the angst of yadiym (tho i've got some angst planned for tas too lol sry) so i don't have to think as much about the weight behind certain dialogue, or carefully plan out the progression of the relationship dynamic the way the time period/setting of yadiym requires. it's a nice breather from the constraints of the mota–verse (as much as it's still my favourite thing to read/write with these boys), but i also enjoy getting to sink back into that doc when i want something deeper than the little biker boys.

i'm still very much working away on yadiym tho to be clear!! i was scared to start tas before i finished it in case i hyperfixated on tas and my updates got slow on yadiym, but it's genuinely helped me find a balance because i'm always working on one if i'm not working on the other <3 i'm about half done ch6 too for yadiym (how many times can i type that in one post jfc), i'm just at an internal emotions heavy part which i Hate. writing lmaooo give me dialogue or smut and i can type away for hrs but introspection?? internal conflict? hell

ok that's all my fic related rambling thank uuuu/apologies if u sat thru all of that LOL lmk if your writing process/mindset is similar or not bc i'm always curious about how other people's brains work with this stuff!! also how does one get over feeling obnoxious about rambling on their own acc like. this is my acc. i could post 100 times a day if i wanted. i need to Relax good god

[wishing-on-a-staranise]

i wanna know how you wrote kiss it away honey, because i read it twice and there's something in the writing that fucks with my brain so bad, i don't really know how to explain it but it confuses the hell out of me and it's just so good

oooo i LOVE this question!! tysm for asking and i'm sorry this took me a while to answer

i'm so so sooo glad people really like this fic bc its so special to me! i feel like i really hit the jackpot when i wrote i really am so so proud of it!

i'm not quite sure if this is an answer but here have my ramble <3

to a certain degree its supposed to be a take on a general x reader fic, where the reader is worried or going through something and the character just does everything right and fixes everytging. so i guess, reader really is a self insert for me because when i first thought of this fic i was having an awful time and just wanted to cry in this guys arms. but somehow that got demented into the monster it is now!

it really is just one of those fics that gets better with on the second read, if i do say so myself. when i do put the part 2 out, i think re reading this will i think give u a lot of 'oh shit' moments (again, if i do say so myself)

the writing style is so fun to do. actions/emotions are written in very concise, short sentences. theres a lot of repetition for impact ofcourse we love her. both sort of add to the vagueness and ambiguity of it all that messes with your brain.

theres this juxtaposition of their more mundane and domestic moments as well as the very fucked things happening behind the scenes yk like murder and what is practically gaslighting your partner and yourself. Fun!

i feel like the way steve is written in this fic is so interesting. his devotion towards the reader is unparalled and unending. when @procrastinationprincesses was reading this fic for the first time, she mentioned how crazy it is that steve is dating what is practically his god, because the reader created him. and i think about that a lot lol

this is a bit embarassing to admit but around the time i was writing it, i was hyperfixating on a lot of the five nights at freddy's lore lmaoo like i was watching video essays that were multiple hours long so, many of the sentiments seeped from it. one particular one is one of the characters promises one dying character that he wil 'put him back together' which paralells 'he's the only one who could ever fix you' in the fic if that makes sense?

another thing that affected the tone of this fic was the fact that i always had to listen to mitski's "my love mine all mine" everytime i sat down to write. and i still have to do that when i try to get into the mood for part 2. the fic isnt necessarily based on it but the vibes are very much there

another thing i might have subconsciously taken from def was wandavision. i think that is self explanatory in of itself.

one of my fave lines i've ever written def has to be "silence was unbearable when it wasn't mixed in with your heartbeat" :( bc thats crazy i ate that i fear

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DAKOTA&GEMMA.

who cooks meals for the other? imma say neither tbh. dakota's too busy to bother with it and i can't imagine gemma has the patience for it either. they're more likely to give requests to their private chefs than waste their precious time slaving away in the kitchen who spams the other with memes?  gemma, i feel like she's the type to completely forget about a text conversation, blow up the chat and then forget about it again. dakota's hardly ever on his phone tbh, and he doesn't use social media much so he wouldn't have any clue wtf she's even talking about. just receiving "very demure" and he's like "k" who likes to tidy around the house? again, neither of them 💀 both are used to having their every whim catered to for the most part. not malicious in intent, but if they've never reaaally had to deal with the day to day grind that most people have, why would they bother? who asked the other to move in with them? uuuh i wouldn't say they moved in together. both are too independent and stubborn to give up their personal space full time. dakota's location depends on the game schedule and he's not really in one place for longer than a couple weeks at a time. gemma's doesn't move around nearly as much, but i imagine she fills her time w/literally any nonsense thing to avoid boredom who is in charge of the music during a car ride? gemma! i can picture her trying to find the right "aesthetic" while they're on the road and curating something for fun, but dakota just clicks it off and plays trap instead who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? dakota since he's physically stronger, but only for like 15 seconds. he wouldn't wanna make her anxious by holding her down or making her too uncomfortable b/c he's like. twice her size 💀 who needs to hold the other during scary movies? gemma, but not because she's scared. more that she's melodramatic and extra. dakotaenables it 'cause he wants to be her knight in shining armor who has to help the other when it comes to technology? neither, they're both pretty competent with technology! dakota doesn't run his own social media and tries to avoid going online, but he's twenty-nine, not eighty 💀 who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? dakota 100%. hands under the table, grabbing her inconspicuously, whispering in her ear, sending her filthy things at the worst possible time. he knows how to keep his cool in these scenarios ((: who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? dakota wakes up at the crack of dawn, but leaves gemma to rest because there's no reason to force her awake. he's probably tried to get her involved in his morning routine, but her attitude was not worth the grief who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? gemma! she's a stylist and knows angles, fashion etc, so she's much better at capturing a candid moment with her phone or polaroid. dakota is very photogenic and loves looking at pics of himself who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? hmm this is a toss up. they're both so used to just swiping their cards without looking at the price tag or their bank accounts. i can't imagine gemma being fine with dakota acting like the provider in their relationship lmaoo, nor can i picture him wanting her to use her own money when they're together. v stubborn and prideful people who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? dakota. he's so overly competitive in most things and rubs it in her face, completely ignoring any protest of"this isn't fair!", "let's start over" "hated this game anyway" etc

FALLON&CAMILLE:

who cooks meals for the other? fallon tries! she grew up with her grandmother showing her care through making her traditional mexican dishes, and she'd do her best to recreate them for camille. a little sensitive to criticism regarding her burnt ass dishes tho who spams the other with memes?  i don't think either of them tbh, i can't really picture either of them finding memes funny or entertaining who likes to tidy around the house? fallon, because she repeats that her therapist told her "cluttered space, cluttered mind" and she tries to keep things as organized as possible. her housekeepers don't like this though because they'd rather do things properly than watch this diva try to sweep who asked the other to move in with them? my girl fallon again, because she definitely said i love you first & was much quicker to show vulnerability! she'd frame it as no pressure tho and that camille doesn't have to stay over for longer than she feels like who is in charge of the music during a car ride? camille, because fallon gets agitated when she hears certain rivals on the radio / a spotify playlist. angrily skipping until she goes past them, but it doesn't stop the angry rant that goes absolutely nowhere. just talking in circles who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? neither, i don't think camille would appreciate it, and doesn't seem like the type of person to do that to fallon either. who needs to hold the other during scary movies? fallon! she puts them on ALL the time even though they give her nightmares. total freak who likes to be scared in the moment, but is later whining about how the shadow in the corner of her room looks weird. i can picture camille telling her to just go to a different room in a deadpan voice lmao who has to help the other when it comes to technology? fallon because she assumes camille needs help, based on nothing. who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? neither of them. camille is way too private to risk that, and fallon is too sensitive to public perception. they both know that weirdos would jump on them and turn it into something dramatic who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? most likely camille, i don't think she'd want to disturb her princess who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? i'd say fallon but she's not exactly stealthy enough to go unnoticed. so it's actually camille who does a much better job with candid photos that she keeps private for their polaroid collection ((: who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? hmmmm, fallon, but because she's used to being around people who don't want her to lift a finger/want to impress her with their money even tho she has her own. i picture camille silently paying and not making it a big deal because she loves fallon who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? camille because she has better focus, and actually pays attention to the rules. i don't think she cares enough to make a big deal out of it. fallon just kind of keyboard smashes and hopes for the best, often not even looking at the right screen. like thinking she won, when she's actually in 12th place

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

almost forgor to make this post. happy orchestra recap time to all who celebrate

started out finishing a matcha latte on a bench in the corridor and of course as soon as i sat down who would pop out of the exterior office and head to the restrooms but tita conductor, who sent one of her most affable and friendly smiles my way as she passed by

finished drink, put my bag away in the rehearsal hall, went down to the basement to grab my instrument, and resurfaced by way of the shortcut to find tita conductor in the middle of reentering her office

upon seeing me, she came over and asked me if i’d seen one of my section members since the beginning of the quarter, to which i answered in the negative. apparently she had never communicated not rejoining orchestra or turned in her music so. fun!

returned to the rehearsal hall, set up some chairs and stands, and was in conversation with second trumpet before my undergrad (principal trumpet) waved me over

i asked him what he needed and he told me he was going to (1) borrow a key from tita conductor to get the percussion player his instruments, and (2) try to convince her to program dvořák new world symphony in the spring

‘what do i have to do with that?’ i asked him and he replied ‘can you come and back me up about the dvořák?’

i was like bro what. but he insisted (and we had talked about it in lab but i had done so kind of jokingly) so i followed him to tita conductor’s office, where he began making his case as she came back with us to unlock the instrument room. i hung behind like a friendly ghost. percussionist trailed in our wake looking very concerned

tita conductor asked “this spring? not back-to-back with dvořák 8?!”

trumpet countered, “but do we have english horn and oboes?”

tita conductor let out a “hmm” as she hunted for the proper key, and principal trumpet continued “em’s here to back me up!”

tita conductor looked straight at me and asked “is this your heart’s desire?” and i CHOKED like sldjdkdjkddjdo??????? my heart’s desire????? since when did anyone care about my heart’s desire 😭

she said no 😔 a loss for all new world fans everywhere

tita conductor informed us that the box office was going completely cashless and said “it’s an effort to drag performing arts kicking and screaming,” she paused, then said again, “screaming into the twenty-first century”.

went through the first and third movements of the dvořák for the first time since the fall concert and i quickly found out i was making all sorts of weird new fingerings i had never done before. will have to fix all of that at some point ����

leaned into a bit in the first movement and tita conductor said aloud, “beautiful, seconds!” LMAO

i REALLY think my paragraph about tita conductor prioritizing awareness as a musical value in her pedagogy genuinely struck a chord with her because she was asking us to musically describe what was going on in different sections and quizzing us on which players were being featured in certain parts FAR more than her usual LMAOO. it was cute though.

“[britten] said an absurd tempo for this movement but nobody does that tempo. and he’s dead,” tita conductor said to a huge gasp and laughter in the room. “so we don’t have to worry about what he thinks”

finally we got to the third movement of the gian carlo menotti suite and the huge Oboe Moment at the beginning was so SICK that we all applauded them (it was the first time it was brought into the rehearsal)

tita conductor explained a meter change (from 2/4 to 9/8) to the first violins with a “it’s easy. it’s straightforward. it’s just written horribly.” then turned said to the rest of us, “if you ever get to snuggle up to a first violin you can ask them how it’s notated and can see how bad it is.” cue HOWLS of laughter

i think tita conductor saw the light after last week’s sectionals because we only got it up to the second or third fastest tempo i had been practicing and she said it would be close to performance tempo

tita conductor’s feud with her metronome app not defaulting to clicks and instead preferring a female voice intoning the beats continues. and is dreadfully funny

after rehearsal, concertmaster and i were messing around singing one of our pieces intentionally badly (our cases were set up next to each other) and one of the older ladies in the back of my section said “you should be singers instead of violinists” 😭

anyways. i’m in chamber singers, so…