#if i'm a sore in your side that's on you not me bro

[eternal--returned]

One of the most important things I ever did in life was to stop accepting people's opinions of other people, me, ideas, politics, science...everything. The only way to know a thing is to experience and experiment upon it yourself. Want to know a person? Know them. Your experience with them is not anyone else's. How many potential life-changing people do we meet and discard because of a flippant thing some other person said about them? Know for yourself. It takes time. It limits how much you will learn in your time here. But you will know. You will know for yourself and that knowledge is yours. No one else's. And no one can change it or take it away. It becomes a precious thing that you spent time and effort and part of yourself to learn, and in learning, to love or appreciate.

[ellieslittleburrow]

Resuested by @outof-spite : was wondering if you could do a winchester bros & little sister! reader where theyve been arguing constantly lately, and reader is usually combative and always argues back but, this time shes just over the arguing so she just gives up trying to argue with them and kinda goes mute?

Warnings : family fights, yelling

Pairings : Sam/Dean Winchester x sister!reader

A/N : Sorry for the late postt ❤️❤️

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Things happen, right? Misunderstandings, judgement, reproaches and blame, all of them, the worst thing that could happen to a family, more importantly-right now-to yours.

Back from a hunt gone bad, you heavily lay in the backseat of the impala, your feet hung over the left window while your head rests over the opposite side of the car.

"Hey-get your feet off my damn leather." A complaint you've heard one too many times, and one you usually fight but- this time, as a sigh leaves your lips, you uncross your legs and bring them down, consequently lifting your upper body to sit up. An avertion from your side that's different from your usual habits, causing the car to fall into heavily loud silence.

And although it is loud with almost audible thoughts and anger, you still enjoy that while it lasts.

And it fucking doesn't last, in fact, just as soon as you entered the motel, another sentence commenced by Sam sent Dean into a fury, and just as things heated up, you found yourself in the middle of it all-again-

"Hey!!-" The shout is directed at you, this you know and choose to disguard. You would answer but- your body is fatigued and so is our mind, answering seems to lead to no vail. You answer, he fights you, you all go to sleep and wake up forcebly normalizing things, as if your throats aren't sore and your brains aren't fried.

"Hey-i'm talking to you-"

The words sound more bitter this time around, and you find yourself reluctantly lifting your gaze up . You look at Dean, slow and undetermined, exhausted.

"I asked you why you did that-You could've waited for us. I know you said there was no time le-" Dean pauses. "And fucking answer me when i talk to you-"

You shrug, causing a choking gasp out of Dean. His eyes widen and he leans forward. "Are you-Is she provok-are you-"

You throw your jacket over the bed, disdain discerned in your every move and you flop on the bed, unaware of the sudden tension that-again- suddenly settles in.

But the thing is--You don't care anymore. You haven't enough energy to get you to fight them once more, neither to explain or defend yourself. Too damn fucking tired is what you are at the moment-Too damn tired of it all.

"Kid?"

You rest your hand over your forehead, closing your eyes in an effort to soothe your aching muscles, and maybe suck in a little more patience.

"Kid."

Your stomach tightens and soon, you'll recess into a bawling mess, so you get off the bed and pick up your jacket.

Please don't lead to another fight, please..You just want it all to be ov-

"What's wrong?"

You shrug once more, shaking your head to motion that all is fine before heading for the door. But Sam comes your way, blocking the door and you blow a long sigh.

"Come here"

Sam grips both of your arms and swiftly-you find yourself glued to his chest. But all happens all too fast-why would he suddenly get all feely- and before you even realize it, you find yourself pushing against him.

"'im sorry-i'm sorry."

A lump builds up in your throat and as flashes of the past few weeks occupy every single space in your brain, your breathing increases-just as it gets harder to breathe. Just the thought of it all_

Your eyes are slowly flooded with warmth, announcing the tears gathering at your eyes. You need to leave. You need to go.

You choke on a sob.

You can't do this anym- "I know, honey. I've been there. I know." And with that, another sob loudly escapes your throat and a whimper follows.

"i've been there with Dad, i didn't realize we were doing that to you-i'm sorry. I see you. I really am sorry."

You shake your head as your cries fill the room, getting increasingly louder the harder Sam rubs your back. But that's not what you need. Not for them to see you-but for them to fucking stop.

"We'll stop. We'll talk. I promise."

You pull away from him, skeptical of a promise you doubt he can hold. And just as you're about to process that, Dean speaks.

"I'm sorry too." His honest tone makes you sigh. This isn't.what.i.want.

"Sam and i are sort've used to it- we lost sight of the fact that it wasn't affecting just us, but you as well. I really am sorry." Sam looks into your eyes and you slightly lean back, averting your gaze.

"It must've been really stresstful for you the past few weeks." Taken aback by his words, you pull your chin away from his hand and turn around, wiping at your tears before resting your hand against your forehead.

"we're sorry, kid."

You shrug, still mistrusftul. Mistrustful but hopeful. Because Sam and Dean are different, fights and bad things might accure but no matter how disconnected from each other they might be, they always come back to each other. And you are no different. You know them well enough.

Your silence is apprehended as anger. "Okay..We understand, we'll leave."

But it's not anger and it's most certainly not hatred. So you envelop Sam again and bury your face in his chest.

Maybe that'll be enough for him to understand?

His surprise manifests through his still figure. "Thank you, honey." That surprise quickly dissipates and he hugs you back. "It..."

"it's going to be okay, honey. We'll make it okay."

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I hope it isn't too cringe or too cliché because like-who would say sorry in under a minute. But yeah anyway much love sorry byyiii 🍁🍁🍁❤️❤️❤️

[spidey-x-male-reader]

Could I ask for X-Men '97 Gambit with a reader who likes to steal stuff for him to wear? Like watches, gloves, etc?

Pairing: Remy LeBeau x male!reader

Warnings: light swearing??

Summary: A few small glimpses into your life with your boyfriend and your affinity to give him gifts

A/N: Look it's after midnight which basically means I'm too emotional for my own good but I forced myself to write this because I adore the person who requested this even if I barely interact with them. I have a very stong protective sense over them. So if you see this: love you, bro <3 (I also went a bit overkill with the prompt. oops)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

Since the two of you met, people have told you that you and Gambit were practically made for each other

And that's definitely not only because your first meeting literally consisted of you pickpocketing each other. As two people do when they're in love.

After joining the X-Men Remy has slowed down with the thiefing a little

Which basically meant that you had to steal enough for both of you. Which was good for him because he got lots of presents out of it but like…bad for everyone else

Remy had been alone in his room when you threw open the door, and immediately slammed it shut behind yourself, holding up a pair of gloves.

"Got you something!"

The next second he could already hear Logan's angry shouting

"...and where have you got them from, cher?"

"...store?"

"Uh huh."

"Glove store"

"Of course"

He just grins, walking towards you and giving you a peck on the cheek before taking your hand. 

"Now come on. Let's go before Wolverine finds us."

It wasn't unusual that Storm or Scott took you to the side and tried to have the "Stealing is bad" talk with you

But obviously you aren't stupid. You know it's not exactly right. But looking at Remy's eyes lighting up whenever you gift him something? That's worth it.

They do get used to it at some point

But you never get used to the way that he smiles at you like you just laid down the world at his feet.

You two just walked back to the jet after a quick mission, sneaking your hand into the pocket of his coat, dropping a watch inside.

"Shh." you wink at him, making sure the others haven't seen.

He feels the object in his pocket and just grins, pulling you a bit closer and putting an arm around your waist with a smirk.

"You spoil me too much" he whispers

"There's never too much with you" 

Now you were priding yourself on always being rather relaxed

Your hands always were steady and you never were nervous when sneaking your hand into a stranger's pocket

So who knew that the absolute scariest thing you'd ever give Remy was the one thing that you hadn't stolen for him

"Okay what's going on?" Remy looks at you, after you had asked him for a walk around the compound but then spent the time unusually silent.

For a moment you just look at him and then put your hand into your own pocket to grab the object inside. "I wanted to give something to you."

"Oh?" he smirks. "You're usually not that nervous when gifting me anything."

You take a deep breath and then pull out the small velvet box while sinking onto your knee simultaneously.

His eyes widen in shock. God, in any other situation you would relish in the realization that you had managed to surprise him.

"Remy LeBeau. You are…probably the best thing that ever happened to me." you fiddle around with the box in your hand. "And…god i've never been happier than just whenever i'm with you. And I know that this isn't…" you sigh and open the box, showing off the ring inside. "I know we can't officially do this. Not yet at least. But I want to…look at you and call you my husband."

He just stares at you.

"...This is the part where you say either yes or no but my knee is kinda getting sore."

He seems to awake from his trance, just nodding slowly. "...yes. Yes of course you bastard!" with a sudden burst of energy he throws himself into you for a hug, landing both of you on the ground. 

You try to stay cool, probably failing miserably as you grab his hand, putting the ring on his finger.

"I love you" you whisper

He leans his forehead against yours. "Not as much as I love you, cher."

[beamtori]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭

implied fwb!ji changmin x afab!reader

1.9k words, smut (minors dni), piv sex, porn w/o plot, switch dynamics but changmin leans dom, so much dirty talk 💀, biting hard enough to draw blood, edging, kissing, swearing, overstimulation (f. receiving), fingering/cumplay, pet names (baby, sweetheart, hot stuff, good girl, etc.), aftercare is dinner lol, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bro), low-key manhandling, it's kinda just... filth tbh (im on my period, sue me), CHANGMINS A LITTLE SHIT

a/n: this is the most self-insert i have ever self-inserted :l if it's awful, blame the brainrot!

"This has got to be a world record."

You rolled your eyes as you walked into his apartment, pointedly ignoring the smug smirk on his face and the arms exposed by sleeves rolled to his shoulders. "Do you want to get laid or not?"

Ji Changmin closed his front door, tongue poking his cheek, but it did nothing to conceal his smile. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "How many red lights did you run?"

Heat rose to your neck and you scowled. "I'm literally going to walk out the door right now."

"Try me, sweetheart."

So maybe you had dropped everything to get here when he sent you that blatantly obvious thirst trap photo, but you were thirsty; what could you say? It was a fucking shame he knew your weakness.

"Aww," he cooed, taking the few steps to meet you. He gently grabbed your chin in one hand and jutted his bottom lip outward. "Don't pout, baby. You know it'll only make me wanna kiss you."

You licked your bottom lip. "I get to draw blood, then we'll call it even."

There was a gleam in his eyes, the one that first got you addicted to falling into this man's bed. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

This was what you meant by drawing blood.

Changmin's moans filled the room, his breathless, desperate "ah, ah, ah"s would engrave themselves into your flesh like you nipped at the skin on his neck. You could taste the iron in your mouth, dark and sticky, red staining your teeth and your lips as you kissed and lapped at the wound. Each bite would bloom his favorite shade of purple by morning. Your forearms braced against the bed sheets on either side of his head, your knees growing sore from the steady rocking of your hips.

Flesh stuck to flesh, his hands grappled at your body to hold on for dear fucking life as you rode his cock and marked his pretty canvas of a body for your own. Sweat glistened, further highlighted by the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand.

"Baby, baby, baby—" he babbled as his hand buried itself in your hair to pull you out from his neck, "—tight. Oh fucking hell, you're tight. C'mere."

He caught your kiss, his blood smearing across his own lips. You licked him clean as always, humming against him as he spoke through the earnestness.

You suddenly pulled away from him and braced your hands on his pecs. The view from this angle was enough to make you clench: Changmin splayed beneath you, lips and neck bruised appropriately, a dazed glaze over his dark eyes, sweat making his skin shine. "Oh, look at you," you purred, giving him an indulgent roll of your hips.

Changmin gritted his teeth, hand clutching your thigh and inching higher. "You don't move, sweetheart, and I'll move for you," he smiled thinly and backed his statement up with a firm spank of your ass.

You lurched forward in surprise; his chuckle filled the room.

"I have power, too, you know."

"Okay, hot stuff," you huffed, brushing your hair from your eyes. "You realize you could have flipped us over a long time ago, right?"

A smirk-like grin curled onto his lips, devilish and enough to make you squeeze around him again. "I know. But you looked like you were having fun up there, princess. Plus, your tits look so good like this."

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a dude."

"Yn, I sent you a thirst trap to get you into bed with me like, an hour ago; now you're calling me a dude?"

You sighed, sitting upright, warming his cock. "True."

"Baby. Sweetcheeks. Apple of my eye—"

"Hm?"

"As much as I love that you're just sitting on my cock like your throne," he drawled, "I wanna make you cum as many times as you ran red lights."

"I didn't run any red lights—"

You squealed, your world twisting and your back hitting the sheets. Changmin grinned from over you, one large hand palming your right boob.

You were breathless. He leaned down to devour your mouth. A trail of spit clung between your lips when he pulled away for a second. "So what you're saying is you want me to edge you?" He husked, tongue swiping along his bottom lip, his eyes shining with a dark glimmer.

Genuine fear spiked through your heart. "Ji Changmin, I swear to god—"

He gave one powerful thrust, and you clung onto him as your swear melted into a whine. "The government name? Only good girls get to cum, Yn-ie. Be a good girl, hm, and moan for me."

You dug your fingernails into his back as he drove his cock into you so hard you could see stars circling. He swallowed all of the pretty, desperate noises coming out of your mouth with his own. You arched your front into him, hips lifting slightly to meet him until his hip bone smashed against you.

"That's it," he grunted, kissing you as your high approached and his thumb grounded into your puffed up clit. "Take my cock so well; fuck—me—"

You were so close, and you nodded to what he said—nodded so desperately as you dragged your nails down his back and chased that high like a fucking dog—

Everything stopped.

"You want dinner?"

He was leaning over you to grab his phone off the nightstand, the light making the sweat dripping down his chest glisten like liquid pearl. His cock was still inside you, but you could feel the impending tightening of your orgasm slowly deflating.

Your blood pressure spiked. "What the fuck, Changmin?"

He tried to hide his smile. Tried. He sat over you as he opened a food delivery app and showed you the screen. "They've got that new Hawaiian restaurant and that fried chicken place you like."

"You are such an asshole." You draped your arm over your eyes, pussy clenching around him as if that alone could get you back to bliss.

You felt him shift, and then he was laughing fondly, removing the arm from over your eyes and pressing kisses to your face. "Aw, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know you were close; just wanted to tease you a little bit."

You glared. "You're fucking evil."

He grinned. "Clearly you like that." He kissed a trail from your nose down to your ear, murmuring, "Like calls to like."

You bit your lip and tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Please, can I cum?" You didn't know where it came from, but you knew he wouldn't resist the pleading, because as he had said, like called to like.

A kiss right below your ear. "Well, aren't you sweet when you're desperate? Whatever you want, baby."

You sighed as he brought his lips back up to yours—thank fuck. One of his hands curled lightly around the side of your neck, the other wrapping around your right thigh to hike your leg up. His cock dragged through you at a slightly different angle, and you squirmed, hands clinging onto his shoulders and back.

"You wanna cum, baby? I'll give you what you want."

He groaned into your neck, teeth nipping at the skin there like he was grounding himself. Cock bullying into you, hand around your neck, the pressure so sweet and delicious. You were going start seeing things, your throat was losing breath as you begged for sweet, sweet fucking mercy.

Changmin suckled on the joint between neck and collarbone. "So good for me, huh?—dropped everything to see me—" He moaned into you, the sound urging you over the edge.

"Changmin," you cried out desperately. Closecloseclose, oh my god, you were close. "Changmin, baby, please. I'm so close—fuck."

Sweat dribbled down the slope of his nose as he hovered over you and continued to fuck you through until you were leaping over that cliff of pleasure—literally throwing yourself—thighs shaking in his grasp. You let out a loud whine when he didn't stop moving inside you; he was still rock hard and he locked your ankles at the base of his back to curve his cock up into you.

You clawed at him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"My good girl can give me another, can't she?" His nose nudged against yours, a sharp contrast to the obscene sound of his balls slapping against your skin and the wet squelches of his thrusts. "Came all this way just for me…"

He brought his hand away from your neck to draw brutal circles around your clit, desperate to feel you clench around him again. His eyebrows creased, coaxing another orgasm out of you as he chased his own.

"Changmin," you stammered.

"Gonna come for me?"

"Yes," your breath came out in a delirious pant, pussy deliciously overstimulated. "Gonna come, gonna come, Changmin."

You were quivering around him again, incoherent thoughts half-babbled and half-moaned. The tension in your belly was mounting faster and faster now, and you could feel Changmin's thrusts getting sloppier. The tension snapped, and you drowned in it. You cried as you clung onto Changmin's form and he stilled, emptying out ropes of warm cum into you and making you squirm again.

As you both came down from your highs, he pressed his lips to the sides of your neck, eyes closed in a blissful daze. "Fuck, I owe you dinner for that. Shit."

You shifted uncomfortably as he slowly pulled out of you. "I did bite a chunk out of your neck," you exhaled. Both yours and his eyes wandered down to where your bodies met, your folds a mess of your combined fluids.

You saw him lick his lips, eyes glued to your cunt. "Earth to Changmin," you chuckled, poking his dimple.

His eyes shot to you for a moment before he was dipping his finger into the mess, swirling the cum around and pushing it back into you.

You mewled. "Dude," you shivered as the girth of his fingers filled you.

"You did not just call me dude when I'm pushing my cum back inside you," he grinned, crawling back over you and sealing off any chance at a response by kissing you. Your hips pushed into his hand, grinding against his finger. "Mmh, greedy."

You playfully pushed him off you. "Off, Changmin."

He laughed, but obliged, pulling away and helping you sit up. He took his cum-soaked finger and stuck it in his mouth to clean it. "Okay, but for real, do you want dinner?"

You grimaced as you moved yourself onto your knees to shuffle over to him and inspect the nasty little bite you left on him. "Dinner sounds good. Whatever you want." You frowned and gave the blooming bruise an experimental poke.

Changmin hissed low under his breath while he perused the delivery app on his phone. His hair stuck up in weird places and he ran a hand through it. "Whatever I want?"

"I did a number on you," you muttered. "Lemme clean it up so it doesn't get infected."

"It's all good, sweetheart; I got it. Just sit and rest." He shoved his phone into your lap and disappeared into the bathroom before you could object. You found a comfortable position against his headboard and decided on a place you knew the both of you would like.

From the bathroom, you could hear his whistle. "I'm almost sorry I have to cover this one up," he marveled, inspecting the bite mark. "If you hadn't drawn blood, I could leave it out for people to see."

Your heart leapt. "So people know you're sleeping with a vampire?" You joked half-heartedly.

"Well, sure," he mused. But he turned his head to send you a wink. "But also so people know I'm taken."

a/n: the ending is for ME, OKAY? :')))

tbz m.list

[random-twst-things]

Question - of all the characters, who: doesn't know twst isn't a dating sim, knows it's not but aims for it anyway, knows and suffers, and doesn't know - just vibing? Feel free to add more categories

Oooh! That's an interesting concept. I had to think about this for a while bc I wanted this to be the most accurate I could make it. And I'm SO sorry this took so long, I got busy with school and first semester tests I'm so sorry 😭

Contains: Tiny(very tiny) bit of possessiveness(Malleus) angst(?)(idia, jamil, azul, cater, sebek) most certainly some spelling mistakes here and there (English is not my first language I'm srry 😭)

Doesn't know twst isn't a dating sim:

Riddle: Did you really think Riddle would even know what a dating sim is? Absolutely not, especially not with the way he grew up. He has no idea why he loves you (he does, he's just in denial) he's so shy trying to pursue you, he has this act he tries (tires) to put up but it's so easy to see the effect you have on him. He's not as strict on you about the rules as he is the rest, he seems to have developed a soft.

Trey: (I'm so sorry, I don't know much about the guy 😭) Gentleman. That's its. Ty for coming to my TED talk. Okay, but srsly, hear me out on this; He's a whole gentleman when he has a crush. He definitely uses his great baking skills to his advantage with you. He definitely sees how others look and act around you, I mean, who wouldn't when it comes to you. Wanna learn how to bake? He'll gladly teach you and take this as a chance to get to know you even more.

Ace(1): I honestly don't think he'd know twst isn't a dating sim. He's mosy definitely smug about being close to you, after all he is your best friend, right? Bro thinks he has rizz but he's just a fumbling mess when he tries it just makes him look clumsy (sorry ace)

Deuce: he's so sweet. He's glad he's one of your best friends and get to be close to you without worry. Part of his delinquent side does come out a little when it comes to you, it's not directed to you! Not at all! More like directed towards those who did you wrong and didn't even try to say sorry. Don't worry, he won't do anything to reckless! He still wants to be an honor student after all. He's gonna do his very best for his mom and you.

Ruggie: oui, he's hard to tell on what category. He likes you. He likes how you are. It never bothered him one bit that your home was semi broken. God, the things he would think and want to say to you (He's romantic like that yall), but he's too shy to actually say (yall he's making me blush eeeee)

Kalim: he's too busy hanging out and being happy with you he doesn't even notice. All he knows is that he loves you and wishes to show you the world (see what I did there? Eh? Eeeh?) He's not at all shy about the compliments he gives you, he's really creative with them, tho. Invites you to every single one of his parties and makes you take home as much food as you want.

Epel: He's going for you most definitely, even with all these people. He does his very best to look strong and manly in front of you, that it's cute. He doesn't really mind if you call him cute or pretty, if that's what you like, but he's still gonna act (only a little) like he hates it, but he never tells you to stop.

Floyd(1): Two words; good luck. This guy will not try to hide his favoritism with you. He will not hide his desire to steal you or keep you from the rest. His very (very) open about it, too. It doesn't even matter if he knew twst wasn't a dating sim. He's still gonna be the same. You don't mind his (bone crushing) hugs? He's allowed to squish you? ....you shouldn't have said that bc now every time he sees you he squeezes you so tight he cracks your sore muscles like those chiropractors on TikTok.

Jade: hmmmm (good luck, again) He's a gentleman, but in an offsetting way, yk? He's the silent one. The type to smile when provoked and just bc, it's hard to tell the difference but its there. He's a watcher. He knows almost all of your special interests (Don't ask how he knows that). Putting the creepy aura behind, he's a nice guy (?) He'll most definitely rant about his mushrooms to you. You don't mind? You like hearing about his mushrooms? Oh my.... good luck

Malleus(?): I feel like he does, but doesn't at the same time? I don't think he knows what a dating sim is, but he notices the way the others act and look at you. He notices the way things seem... different. But he isn't one to back down when something precious to him is to be taken away from him. He is a dragon, after all. (Not that he'd let that happen to begin with, you'll love him dearly in the end....won't you?) Talks to you about his gargoyles, all the different facts. You dont mind the long talks about it? Youre asking to know more?? Oh great sevens....

Silver: (AWWWWW) he's so sweet. He tries so hard to show he likes you but in such a subtle way that it's hard to catch on it even notice. He's a gentleman at heart. He loves how understanding you are of his sudden sleepiness and tiredness and don't get angry at him for something he can't control as much as he'd love to. You wanna watch over him while he sleeps? Why? Oh, so nothing harms him when he's asleep? Oh dear... His heart is beating so fast he might not even be able to sleep now (he does anyways, but with tinted cheeks)

Knows it's not but aims for it anyway:

Leona: he's the type of guy to somehow always know something you don't expect him to know. Anyways. The dude could care less if the game wasn't designed to be a dating sim. He's still going for it in his own way. Unlike the past, this is something he can't give up on. you're something he can't give up on. But oh, is this man so so smug when he uses you as a pillow.

Vil: it's either Rook told him or he figured it out on his own before Rook told him. Even if twst wasn't meant to be a dating sim with love, he will turn zero into something like he's always done. He will by any means do his utmost and his best to pursue you all while being himself. He cherishes the moments you have alone when he's giving you advice on how to take care of your skin. The small and soft lingering touches when he teaches you how to apply moisturizer correctly.

Rook: Okay, he's bound to find out twst isn't a dating sim. He's a sharp guy. Even with the knowledge of knowing twst isn't a dating sim, it isn't going to stop him from pursuing you. He himself finds this situation funny with how many hearts you've captured even with twst not supposedly being capable of that. Oh? How did you know he was watching you? You could feel him? Oh dear trickster you sure do know how to pull his heart strings.

Floyd(2): Good luck once again. I couldn't decide whether he knew or not. But! Same situation regardless. Instead, tho, he's a bit more.... more him? He's gonna find this all so much more hilarious and funny.

Lilia: This cheeky old man most definitely knows. He's seen dating Sims and knows what they are. Just bc twst isn't designed to be a dating sim doesn't mean he can't aim for it. He's not at all shy when it comes to pursuing you. He's been alive for hundreds of years, what's there to be afraid of?

Knows and suffers:

Cater: (I'm so sorry, I had to 1.0) cay-cay gonna slay-slay, more like cry-cry. I feel like he's a "2nd male lead syndrome" type of guy, yk?? It's a bit hard to explain, but yeah. Anyways. 2nd male lead, we all know how that ends, don't we? (Hint: tears) He's cautious when it comes to love, hes scared of it at times. He does know he loves you but he's going to watch you being happy instead. He wishes you the best, truly! (he hates the little feeling in his chest when he says those words bc his words and actions say their happy for you, but the little feeling in his chest says otherwise)

Azul: he loves you, he really does, but would you? He knows he isn't the ideal guy. He knows he's done some shady things. And most of all, he knows (thinks) that with all these suitable people for you, he'd never be considered a choice. So he's content with just watching you from afar living a happy life. Every time you enter the lounge he finds himself between wanting to hide away or catering to your every need but he knows that if he gets any closer to you it'll just hurt more in the future.

Jamil: He's a smart guy, he knows. He also knows that he doesn't stand a chance with all these suitors going after you. A prince, an heir, a model/actor, knights, etc. He'd like to think he did stand a chance, but standing next to them, he can't help but let his insecurities get the better of him. But, oh... when you offer to help him with his chores he can't help but think that maybe... Just maybe there's a chance.

Idia: he most definitely knows, I mean, look at the way they all look at you!! He knows and suffers with the thought that he'd never stand a chance. You're being pursued by all these SSR characters!!! Surely you'd never pick someone like him when you could do so much better. He'd stuff himself in his room even more (if that's even possible) He'd avoid you even with his tablet. Every time he rejects the offer when you invite him to play video games he hates himself even more. Stop giving him false hope... Please

Sebek: (I'm so sorry 2.0) Malleus. That's why. His master, he can't seem to accept that his master would aim for a human like you, but he's hurt. He doesn't know why he feels that way. He doesn't understand why his chest hurts when he sees malleus and you interacting in such a way. (He'll begin to understand after a while, WHILE) once he realizes why it hurts, he is distraught. He won't show it, but you can see the subtle changes in his composure every now and then. He knows he has to let you go. He feels as if he has lost you. Lost something that wasn't even his to begin with and never would have been.

Doesn't know and/or just vibes:

Crowley: Dudes clueless

Grimm: he's just confused as to why everyone is after his henchmen. He doesn't know what a dating sim is either.

Ace(2): he's having the time of his life seeing you struggle with all this. He has absolutely no idea why so many are after you, but he's just gonna watch as they all struggle. (He knows why they are after you, after all his best friend in kinda cool, but he'd never admit to that) also has a laugh with watching riddle try (don't tell riddle he said that tho)

Ruggie(2): another that's gonna have the time of his life with this. Laughing like the hyena he is, watching the struggle (especially Leona's struggle 💀)

Jack: He's just vibing. This whole situation is a mess, really. He watches out for you most of the time just in case. (*caugh* floyd *cough*) He's a bit worried for you ngl so he wants to teach you self defense just in case, if you already know how to handle yourself thats great! (*cough* floyd *cough)

Bonus

He does know and tries to be supportive

Ortho: he knows. His brother told him in his ramblings, and he noticed that idia is thinking smth negative. He tries to encourage him in every possible way to just try, that there is a chance, but nothing seems to work.

[ying-doodles]

// webtoon spoilers (ep 158)

... amazing how the manhwa can give us such a good episode and then immediately do a 180 right into the dirt.. (ᄑ_ᄑ )

I don't know what I was expecting for javier's explanation but it certainly wasn't whatever the fck he said-

'I don't intend to forget our gratefulness for that. but... we're inevitably worried about our real son.' ough,, OTL

I do enjoy watching javier have an internal crisis over whether to tell them the truth or not fuhuhu.. tbh it was sorely needed since they got rid of his questioning lloyd's identity so early!

what will it be? :)

... hold on. wait a second. I'm sorry, WHAT?? BRAIN DAMAGE?? THAT'S YOUR ANGLE??

also javier with the steel face looks. so wrong-

arcos and marbella being like (⊙_⊙) is so real of them cause no actually though, what the fck are you on about javier??

augh, arcos apologizing for og lloyd's behaviour-

aughfkdk gangster javier?? hello?? 🤨🤨🤨

'isn't it natural that I'd grow up a little misguided?' bro what are you saying,, 'we didn't even notice that...!' because he didn't!! he's lying to you!! don't you realize how out of character all of this is?? 😭

tarnishing his own reputation to cover lloyd..

honestly og lloyd yelling at javier to go die out on the streets sounds about right. he would do that. but javier losing his temper and smacking him in the back of his head though? insane-

(I mean he did punch him in the stomach in the novel but that was only after he was blackout drunk so he wouldn't remember.. and he didn't cause fcking brain damage?? though this is a fake flashback anyway so... I don't know what point I'm making nevermind thought cancelled-)

so let me get this straight: javier's excuse for lloyd being so different was that he hit him in the back of the head so hard that it. fixed him?? what the absolute fuck,, literally beating some sense into him...

also side note, return of lloyd with bangs tho omg I missed himb!! he's so cute- ❤️❤️❤️

not him causally trying to commit seppuku?? 😭 also them thanking javier for beating up their son is fcked up man,, I can't imagine how they'll feel once they find out the actual truth- OTL

they're the worst omg,, partners in crime (derogatory)-

'we just heard something way more surprising' yeah, that javier, who you've always known to be calm and stoic, fcking beat lloyd so hard he got brain damage?? yeah no that IS surprising!

although.. lloyd having multiple clairvoyant dreams about people dying should at least worry them to some extent I think,,

'as long as you stay healthy, that's enough!' d'aww okay, that got me,, qwq

after this is lloyd getting the compliment linked effect and them starting construction but I'm nearing the photo limit so uh cut to heaven which is literally a castle in the sky oml-

andddd they made gabriel a middle-aged man.. what the hell.. him calling verkis a cursed lizard tho ahdjdjsk-

... aph germany, is that you?? huh?? uh anyways, an angel is about to descend to earth woo-

[punsmaster69]

20/MAR/20XX

there's a clatter somewhere in the room.

peeking open one eyesocket and looking to my right, i don't see anything out of the ordinary in my room.

i close my eyes to go back to sleep.

...

something else falls.

opening both sockets this time, i still don't see anything.

i roll onto my back and start drifting off again.

....

a small weight appears on my chest.

i open my eyes.

"...oh. heya buddy."

petting the tiny white dog, i once again try and return to sleep.

.....

the dog barks right in my face.

its "bark" resembles a squeak more than anything.

" 'ey."

"tryin' to sleep, pup."

but it doesn't let up with the noise until i re-open my eyes.

we make eye contact for a few moments. i use my hand to cover the creature's eyes for a brief moment.

it uses a paw to push my hand off. the dog barks again as my eyes blink closed.

this time, i don't give in, so it starts chewing on my finger.

"..."

". . ."

"okay, ow."

"what is it, dude?"

the dog silently stares at me.

"well?"

"aren't you gonna say somethin'?"

it barks.

"heeey. watch your language, pal."

more barking.

"whooaaa. do i need to put soap in that mouth?"

"SANS? WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO IN THERE?"

papyrus knocks from the hall, and the pup jumps down excitedly.

i sit up, slide my slippers on, shrug my jacket over my shoulders, and open the door.

as soon as i do, that dog is all over my brother. he scoops it up into his arms to pet it, all while he calls it variations of "pesk" and "rascal" with affection.

before i leave, i look around my room for any way the little thing could have gotten in.

eventually shrugging, i close the window i'd left open and head downstairs.

my bro is now sitting on the couch, dog in lap.

"I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU'RE FINALLY AWAKE."

no idea what time it is, but i take papyrus using "finally" as a good sign.

"had to make up for lost time over the past couple of days."

"DID YOU NOT SLEEP WELL?"

"no, not because of that."

"BECAUSE YOU..."

"GOT UP A LITTLE EARLIER?"

both he and the dog lilt their head to the side in the same way.

"bingo."

".......SIGH."

"WELL, LAZYBONES. YOUR NOW-COLD PANCAKES ARE IN THE KITCHEN."

"NO SPRINKLES, BECAUSE YOU'RE FLAVOURLESS."

i shuffle my way to the kitchen.

"don't you mean tasteless?"

"SAME THING."

retrieving the pancakes, i leave the kitchen and join paps on the couch.

"nah, one's describing how 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 physically tastes, and the other is how a person thinks 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 stuff tastes."

"BOTH PROBABLY APPLY. YOU WOULD NOT TASTE VERY GOOD I THINK."

"that pup seems to think otherwise. munched on my finger 'til i got out of bed."

"PERSUASION TACTICS ARE HARDLY COUNTED AS TRUE TASTE-RATINGS."

"wouldn't you taste the same as me?"

"WHAT?! NO! I TASTE VERY GOOD, I'M SURE."

immediately putting that to the test, the dog chews a little on papyrus' hand.

"HEY?!?"

i set aside my pancakes and offer my hand to the dog.

"ok, now to compare."

jumping over to me, it nibbles my finger for definitively longer than it did papyrus'.

"see?"

"W-WAIT, I HAD GLOVES ON, THAT'S NOT FAIR!"

removing his glove, papyrus offers his hand to the fluffy animal.

still, it doesn't chew him for half as long.

"..."

"THERE MUST BE A BIAS."

the dog returns to papyrus' lap and curls into a ball of sleep instantly.

"SEE? IT'S ACTING JUST LIKE YOU. THERE'S DEFINITELY A BIAS."

"whatever you say."

"I'M NOT WRONG."

"sounds like a sore loser to me."

"I AM NOT A SORE LOSER TO THIS CANINE'S TASTE TESTING!"

"BECAUSE, IT WASN'T FAIR TO BEGIN WITH!!"

"sure."

giving me a vaguely annoyed glance, papyrus sighed as he pet the sleeping creature.

"MAYBE IT IS THIS CANINE WHICH IS FLAVOURLESS."

"tasteless."

"SAME THING."

[osachiyo]

hey...what if reader has a threesome with nikolai and fyodor for like 5 hours...and then she is all sore and tired...but they wanna keep going....so nikolai eats her ass while she is on top of fyodor...and fyodor is thrusting the whole time because she cant move from nikolai's grip...then sigma joins the party because he heard the moans...and then he fucks her in the mouth while fyodor sucks his balls....and then dazai shows up and says NO! MY TURN! and then he joins and takes turns w nikolai to eat reader's ass....and then chuuya finds dazai but gets all flustered upon seeing reader in bliss of pleasure...and fucks off fyodor by saying he is too weak to fuck someone as good as her...so they switch places...fyodor somehow slides to eat her pussy (trust me, it's anatomically possible, don't question it)...but then, suddenly, out of nowhere, gojo shows up....and he is like OH MY GOD! and he brings geto and nanami to see the whole thing while jerking off...but gojo gets pissed...because she is his little kitten...and then he opens his domain expansion where he fucks her while they all gotta stay still and watch from the side....but then...geto is like "i could do it better" so gojo lets him join...and then a sudden puffy cloud explodes inside the domain...and yosano slices them all...takes the reader for herself....and then....she straps her for 18 hours...and then ranpo joins as a virgin..to see how to pleasure a lady and brings poe too...so they all learn together...and maybe adding some primal play into this...or some knotting..a bit of omegaverse..yk.. :) but also! once reader is about to cum...gojo steals her away and he is a vampire actually...and he marks her as his...and then he gets into a fight with bram...and they do some twilight bs...but reader is in love with akutagawa the whole time...

this is a thirst btw! not a request!! (could you do this like a lil drabble in maybe 300 words?☺️) love your work! keep it up!!

I RE READ THIS SHIT LIKE 80 TIMES BRO STINKY UR SO GENIUS AND CREATIVE BYE THIS IS ACTUALLY SUVH A WONDERFUL DRABBLE IDEA OGMGGGG I'M GONNA DO IT AS SOON AS I'M DONE WITH MY EVENT THINGIE OMG I MIGHT EVEN ACC DITCH THE EVENT BC I WANNA WRITE THIS SO BAD LIKE OMG

[raythekiller]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do some BEN x reader fluff? Like, something where they're just cuddling and playing Super Smash Bros together or something? If you're uncomfy with this please ignore me, have a nice day :> Also, thank you in advance!! <3

🗒 ❛ Sore Loser ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Ben Drowned

#Notes: ignore me not knowing how to finish scenarios pls and ty

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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YOU and Ben have been playing Mario Kart for a considerate amount of time now. After many attempts and you scoring lower than him in every round, you throw up your hands in commemoration, one holding the controller, as you let out a victorious "FUCK YEAH!", almost jumping from your seat on the bed beside him, finally able to get first place. His mouth hangs open in surprise as he stares at the leaderboard, unblinking. "What the hell!? You cheated!" He complains, staring at you as a cheeky grin spreads on your face in response. "No I didn't, you just suck," You remark before pulling out your tongue at him playfully.

"Fuck I do, I won like, 20 times in a row!" He whines, crossing his arms with a grumpy expression that you can't help but giggle at, sitting at his side once again while cooing at him, "Awww, baby's upset, huh?". You hug him and he playfully tries to push you off, but you insist, trying to get close enough to kiss his cheek. "Quit it, I'm mad at you!" he says loudly while giggling, letting you know that he wasn't being serious. In both of your struggles, you two end up falling down on the bed, chuckling at each other's antics before he pulls you close once again, burying his face in the crook of your neck, "I demand cuddles as compensation". Who are you to deny him when he asks so nicely?

[inarebelliousstage]

I just fuckin opened my eyes bro. it's 7:23 AM and I'm simping for lucifer, again. don't I have a right? he is my first favorite after all, sobs. anyway, I'm not being dramatic. here's you sitting in lucifer's lap more like waking up there as he works. enjoy.

Napping on Lucifer.

__________

You yawned, your head leaning backwards on what felt like a shoulder. It was really warm, you didn't blame yourself for falling asleep. You tilted your head a bit, groaning. Feeling a hand tighten around your thigh. You looked over at Lucifer. He was wearing a black dress shirt with matching dress pants.

You were seated on his lap, legs on either side of his, his arm draped around you placed on your thigh, as his other was holding a piece of paper. After realizing you were fully awake, he turned to face you placing a soft and sweet kiss upon your lips.

"Finally awake, My love? How was your rest, mm?" He said afterwards, looking into your eyes as if he was falling in love again.

"It was nice, I didn't mean to fall asleep though." You placed your hand atop Lucifer's, causing him to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"My neck hurts though." You groaned, tilting your head to stretch the sore muscle within your neck. Lucifer leaned his head over a bit, placing a kiss on your neck, smiling against your skin.

"I'll give you a massage later, but I have to work now. Be a good human and sit still for me."

[the1975attheirverybest]

Netflix And Chill

A/N: This is part 1 of fwb Matty. Dipping my toes a bit more into dom!Matty to see if we like it. Let me know what you think / what future installments should include! Happy reading!

Warnings: smut, smoking, drinking.

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Matty opened the door, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Oh, hey." He gave her a nod, smoke blowing off his mouth as he spoke. "Come in." He turned around leading the way inside.

"Umm...a little help here?" she stumbled into the entryway hauling several heavy bags in with her.

"Oh, right...what's all this anyway?" Matty grabbed the pizza box from her and helped her take off her coat.

"I brought food! oh, and snacks... and weed." she explained. " The rest is just work stuff." She kicked off her shoes and followed him into the kitchen.

"I see, so you've come here to get laid." He looked back at her, smiling mischievously. "I appreciate a woman who comes baring gifts."

"Oh, shut up." she rolled her eyes. "I was just filming on location not too far away from here. Thought you might wanna hang out? Any plans tonight?"

She finally looked at him head to toe and realized that maybe her question was pointless. He was in his joggers and tee, his hair looking like it hadn't been brushed since he got out of bed this morning. He certainly didn't look like he had any plans.

"Nah. Just watching some Netflix." He nodded in the direction of his living room, where the tv could be heard mumbling faintly.

"real Netflix or, like, Matty Netflix?"

He giggled loudly as he reached for a bottle of wine and a bottle opener.

"Well, I have my answer I guess."

"Bro! I promise it's interesting! Docu-series on 70s industrialism."

"Knowing you, you've even gone wild and pulled out a notepad and some pens. Takin' notes, too." she teased.

"I've done no such thing...take note on my phone now."

She waited for him to turn his back towards her, as he reached for two glasses from the cupboard, and then snuck behind him to swat at his bum.

"Oi!" he jumped, startled.

She did her signature evil giggle, waiting for him to let his guard down again only to repeat her action.

"Woman!" he yelled out. "You're playin' a dangerous game. I've got glass here!"

"Oh, relax, Matty. You've got a cute butt. Nothing to be embarrassed about." she laughed.

"Jesus, at least wait until we get through dinner, first..." Matty shot her a silly look as he rounded the corner to open the pizza box.

"I- was simply making an aesthetic observation about your ass. you're the one who sexualized it."

"Are you sayin' you didn't come here for sex tonight?"

"I- mean....as long as you're offering..."

He shook his head, "horny!"

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that. But only because it's a bit true..."

***

The pizza now demolished, along with the wine bottle and half the candy that she'd brought, she looked away from the tv, turning towards Matty. She wanted him to initiate but he looked far too engrossed in the documentary, his brows furrowed, his gaze glued to the screen. She had to get his attention somehow.

she leaned on him, her elbow nudging his side. She couldn't hold back the laugh when he gasped, the gesture taking him by surprise.

"Oh, really?" he shot back, nudging her in return.

soon, their not-so-subtle game turned into a full wrestling match. She jumped on top of him, sitting and crossing her legs on top of his torso to keep him pinned down. Matty's hands attempted to reach for her, but she blocked him, and yelled out "Ha! I win!" slapping his face lightly. "I'm stronger than you! I knew it!"

"pfft. Baby, I let you win."

"Nobody like a sore loser, Matty." she batted her eyes at him. "It's okay. just admit that you're weak. No judgement. this is a safe space."

Matty laughed. "I'll show you who's weak."

He reached his arms behind her to keep her from falling off of him as he stood up and carried her out of the living room, rushing up the stairs into the bedroom. "You want strength? let's go." he whispered.

***

"Now, what should I do with you?"

Matty towered over her as she laid on the bed, on her back, in just her underwear. The shift in mood was palpable. The loose and relax Matty from moments ago was gone. His eyes darkened with lust and secret intentions. The bluntness of his look made her breathless, a slight shiver running down her spine.

He stepped away momentarily, returning with a tie in hand, and reaching for her wrists. "test it for me. Too tight?"

The thing about Matty is that he always made sure she was safe and comfortable. Even as he planned to destroy her body.

"N-no. All good here."

"You know your safe words. Use them if you need to, yeah?"

She nodded, swallowing harshly.

She felt the dent in the bed as he jumped on, leaning into her for a kiss. There it was. the feeling that she'd waited for all day. His soft lips on hers, the tickle of his hair against her skin, his hands grabbing her waist, squeezing harshly. she felt her will weaken already, letting him take the reins. It was embarrassing, this effect he had on her. but she couldn't care less.

She whined when he pulled away, moving to reach for his face, only to be reminded that hands were tied above her head. Matty watched her arms struggle against the restraints and clicked his tongue. "Don't be greedy, now."

She gave him a pout and her best begging eyes, but Matty only laughed and shook his head. "That doesn't work on me. You're gonna have to try harder."

"I hate you." she mumbled, unthinkingly. But Matty made sure she knew who she was talking to. He wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing just enough to cause her some discomfort. He grinned, his face inches away from hers. "Wanna say that again, Darlin'?"

Her eyes widened, her breath getting caught in her throat, literally. She shook her head.

"That's right." Satisfied with the attitude shift, Matty let go of her neck. "let me give you a real reason to hate me." He dipped his head low, leaving a trail of wet, open mouth kisses down her body, all the way to the waistband of her underwear.

When he didn't take them off right away, she thrusted her hips up into the air, whining.

"What?" Matty pretended to be clueless.

"Please?"

"Please what?" He couldn't help but smile at her desperation, a dimple appearing on his cheek.

"Touch me? Please?"

he ran a finger along her underwear, over the fabric, the motion making her jolt.

"yes- more please?"

"well, since you're being so polite..." Matty rubbed small circles over her clothed crotch, making her hips move in tandem.

"mhm, yeah, please don't stop! That- ah- that's good..."

Matty kept up his motions, watching her carefully, almost caught up in how hot she looked, shamefully chasing the feeling of pleasure in her body. Just when her hips started losing rhythm as she built up to a release, he took his hand away, leaving her hanging.

"FUCK! NO! What did you- whyyy." she cried out, frustrated rage and a slight bit of embarassment bubbling in her chest. "Please! Matty, please- I- I was so close! I need-"

her pleas were interrupted by Matty's fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling her underwear down her legs, taking it off.

He ducked his head down, settling between her legs. "be good and cum on my tongue."

She had hardly any time to object, her self-conscious worries squashed away by the feeling of his tongue against her hot skin making her eyes roll into the back of her head. "Oh shit, you're g-goooddd at- this" she blurted out, feeling his hot breath as he giggled in response. He couldn't help the slight turn on, his own hips pushing against the mattress before he re-focused.

"Oh, Matty, I- Uh- I'm gonna cum."

He squeezed her hip for encouragement, his mouth staying right where it is. All she needed to do was let go, her legs shaking and squeezing around his head as he held her through it.

When he came up for breath, Matty's lips and chin glistened. He smiled at her, a satisfied look in his eyes.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. "mmm. You taste good."

"it's okay, we're not dating; you don't have to say stuff like that to me."

He chuckled. "and people say I'm brutal." He moved to sit by her side and began to untie her wrists. "seriously, though, you do taste good." Once her hands were freed, he placed a quick kiss to her cheek, leaving her a speechless, blushing mess. "You feeling alright?"

"Uh-i'm feeling...empty." she sat up, moving her stiff wrists and crawling towards him. "Can I take those off?" she place a hand on his boxers, and his smiled, signaled to her that he was okay. she undressed him quickly, throwing his clothes in a pile by the bed. Matty reached into his night stand for a condom, and when she saw him pull out the lube, she mumbled shyly "do-don't think that's necessary."

Matty always found it funny that she could still be embarrassed in front of him, even when he'd literally had his face buried in her millions of times before.

Once he was ready, she hopped on top of him, slowly sinking down on him, and swallowing a moan as she went all the way. "F-fuck, that's it. Good girl." Matty's head rested against the headboard. His eyes shut and he moaned as she moved her hips back and forth just the way she knows he likes.

"S-so good to me, you are." He whispered leaning forwards and kissing her neck.

She felt his every breath on her skin, which only egged her own. Moments later, Matty's hips were thrusting upwards to meet hers. She felt him cum, chanting her name over and over into her ear and neck.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into her as their bodies melted against each other.

"Best sex of my life." he chuckled, still slightly out of breath.

"right back at ya'." she giggled, rolling off of him and getting comfortably propped on his pillows.

He kissed her temple, pulling her in for a cuddle.

"So," Matty spoke once they'd both had a chance to breathe. "think there are two episodes left in the docuseries. and some leftover weed in the baggie you brought." He raised an eyebrow, glancing at her expectantly.

"No. I just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm, I pick what we watch."

"Ugh, fine."

[imjayjayjoestar]

Aaravos Headcanons

yall saw this coming

Lemon headcanon and Reader is gender neutral

• First things first, This man is the seducing GOD you should already know this

• Like if he generally likes you (and not try to use you to take over the world or something like that) he might take you out on a nice date. Candle lit, seats reserve for two, you name it.

• He likes knowing what makes your heart melt, so he'll try everything in the book to get you blushing. It strokes his ego.

• After all that romantic dinner stuff, it's time to get freakie deakie.😂(I'm sorry I had too)

• This sexy elf goes by many titles, one of them should be The Rizzler of Oz. All those sweet little things he would whisper in your ear just to get you riled up. He gonna send you took the moon.

• "Starlight, in all lives I've lived. I have never seen something as beautiful as you~" (I dont know about you but if it was me... I've would've fallen to the floor)

• I feel like he'll go slow at first just to tease you but then soon after speed up when he finally feel pity for you

• Aaravos is a everlasting being..... he can last about lemme do the calculations.... hmmm about.... a week maybe even more. Say goodbye to your privilege to walk😊

• I would say his favorite body part is his chest. And his favorite body part on you is whatever makes you different( uneven body pigmentation, two different eye color etc.)

• and bro can you talk about so much not really just to tease you just maybe the gas you up( supportive boyfriend/ husband energy)

• Even though he has a independent type attitude I would say that he is VERY touch starved I mean being locked up for 5000 years ALONE could do something to you. So make sure he gets all the kisses in love.

• The only kinks this man has I feel like is body worship, bondge, biting and maybe breeding( Yas even if your a boy, boys can get bred too)for the both of you.but if you wanna try something new hes definitely up for it

• no matter how arrogant he might seem he really just wants to please you he's afraid that you might leave him and bear the thought of that. He doesn't want to be alone again.

• This man's shlong gots to be 8 or 9 inches, I mean.... your gonna be sore when hes done with you.

• Praise him. DO IT. kiss him, bite him, touch him it all gets him going(like I said body worship kink)

• if you're bigger or taller than him (if that's even possible) definitely take control of him he'll get him REALLY going. I think it's just might be the fact of he's the most powerful being and he's just getting dominated by weak human/ Elf or whatever being you are really turns him on?

• trust me hes gonna have you seeing STARS(get it? IM SO SORRY😂) When hes done with you. Gonna make you finish at least 3 or 4 times A ROUND.

• When it's all said and done (if you haven't passed out already) he might get you a snack and run you some water well just sit and laugh and talk about stuff. Then he'll carry you Bridal style to the bed and then just to talk some more. Y'know pillow talk.

• then in the morning he'll tease you about it talking how good you were, maybe even moan like how you did just to tease you.( but even though I feel like he'll do that in your ear randomly) and yes you do punch I'm for it.

• Overall he really loves you and he never wants you to leave his side and hopefully you won't betray him. (like his kind did)

Alrighty that's all. Sorry for posting this so late I said I was going to do it a week ago.... But I do hope you enjoyed it. My request are still open! Ask away but I might not be quick about it... sorry. Goodbye my little Munchkins see you later~

[wild-wombytch]

I rudefemed at the gym today, I believe I personally offended the local Testerical Council 💅

The gym was full up the buttcrack on the strength training side, and this failed abortion was blocking five. FIVE. machines (in a very small gym. That's like. 40% of the whole space for one person), and that doesn't even count the bench and bodyweight training spots he was ALSO squatting. Like, at first he annoyed me because he was using the benching spot for his own training that had nothing to do with benching AND the squat rack AND a bodyweight spot and he was spending forever on his phone and in exercises away from these things he was blocking. Because like. That's already rude and entitled. But then I saw this asshole come like a fresh flower to block the lat pulldown machine AND start blocking the pull up spot (while still blocking the others lmaoo don't believe he was reasonable). Like, even a couple of teenagers had their "wtf man?" faces but said nothing.

So I didn't bother asking and just moved his shits out of the benching set, put the bar back on the place it belonged to like it was another Wednesday and started to bench. Then I got his shits out of the squat rack. That's when I realised he only had 20kg/40-ish lbs on the bar. Like, you kidding me?? That's the exact weight my weak ass is lifting and I'm coming back from like 5 months of sick break and I'm a woman. A disabled woman, with post-workout soreness and approaching premenstrual fatigue, with that. Like, he can't seriously block that many spots and have such a shitty weight and pretend he does some "super asshole set" that will somehow do anything for his sorry noodle muscles. At least pretend you're a professional powerlifter or bodybuilder and that you need all those spots for your life if you're going to inconvenience everyone without a second thought. That many machines at once is super dumb already, but doing that while people are almost biting eachother's throats for a bench is another level of selfish. That has to be some dumbass marking territory to prove you're some "Alpha Male™" move. If you need to use that many machines (he didn't, given the weights on his things), you do that when the gym is almost empty.

Anyway, babyboy didn't comment, but he clearly wasn't happy and he left the gym not long after, so I believe being forced to acknowledge everyone pay as much as he does to use this gym pissed him off it. Unless I overthink it, I believe some of his fellow moids gave me disapproving looks for infringing the Gym Bro Code. Idk, my myopia doesn't care.

But then magically some other guys used the bench and the racks as if they'd been waiting for it as well but didn't man up to actually confront the guy or just move his shits like I did. And they dare use "pussy" as an insult for weakness?

Anyway, misandry is the way. Fight for space, you're more worthy of it than pathetic males. They're so used to their entitlement never being challenged that there's a good 85% chances they won't say shit. And don't let them trick you saying it's chivalry. I'm a gnc woman, I'm getting punched by men, not coddled by them. That's just being confused and scared of confidence in women who don't bother negotiating their spaces with them and who don't fake pretend to be their bros like men do when they interact with each other. Also, you don't need to abide by male rules or tacit codes/privileges of courtesy that somehow put them above everyone else/the community/you. That's male entitlement, not actually something you owe to respect. In fact, you'd do a great service to women if you challenged it as much as possible if that's not already the case. Make moids seeth and quit more instead of erasing yourself and waiting for them to kindly retreat.

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

The Secrets Are Out {Shinichiro Sano}

A/n: I am back with another Shinichiro x reader ff that came directly from the book I am writing for him so yeah, enjoy.

Pairings: Shinichiro Sano x f!reader

Warnings: Shinichiro is sick, minor character death, it's kind of sad? Idk I didn't find it sad, kind of suggestive at times

⚠️TOKYO REVENGERS MANGA SPOILERS!⚠️

"Guys, I'm home." You unlocked the front of the house but there was no one in the living room which was quite odd since it was 5 pm and both Emma and Mikey should have returned from Akashi’s house. 

  Without thinking much of it, you walked inside and headed towards Emma’s room to greet the young girl but she wasn’t there either. Your next destination was Mikey’s room, however the young boy was also missing. 

  A bit scared you walked to your and Shinichiro’s room only to find not only Emma and Mikey there but your husband as well. The two kids were hovering over their older brother who was laying on the bed.  

"What's going on?" 

"Big bro isn't feeling well." Mikey said. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, eating dorayaki while Emma was holding Shinichiro's hand. The latter, on the other hand, was being overly dramatic. 

"Do you know what's going on?" Emma asked you clearly worried about her older brother. You looked down at Shinichiro before touching his forehead, only to confirm that his temperature was normal. 

"No." You turned around to leave your bag on the chair of his small desk. "You didn't go to work today?" You asked him.  

"No." Shinichiro coughed, his voice raspy, he was barely speaking. Judging by that, you figured out that your husband had a sore throat and that this had led him to feel sick. 

"Go take a shower while I change the bedsheets." You flicked his forehead and waited for him to stand up. Emma offered to make him some tea but he declined saying that he wanted hot chocolate. Manjiro rolled his eyes and continued eating his snack, refusing to leave his brother's side...even in the bathroom. 

  Not wanting to trouble Emma, you went to the kitchen to prepare four hot chocolates. 

  Christmas had arrived much quicker than you had imagined and upon Emma and Shinichiro’s request, Mikey and you had done your best to decorate the house without making it look like a circus. 

  Since it had started getting darker earlier, you walked over to your Christmas tree and turned on the lights that Emma had placed around it. On your way back to the kitchen, you turned off the living room lights as well as the kitchen ones so a nice atmosphere could warm up the house. 

  Around five minutes later, the hot chocolates were ready and after putting them on a tray, you went back to Shinichiro’s room. And while Mikey and Emma were sitting there quietly looking outside the window at the snow covered yard, Shinichiro kept whining about how this was the end and that he wouldn’t make it out of this cold alive. Obviously you had to reassure him that everything was going to be okay since he didn’t even have a fever.  

"Emma and Mikey are sleeping. How are you feeling Shin?" You closed your bedroom's door and sat next to him on the bed. 

"Kind of better." 

"Good." You picked up your pillow and a blanket and made a move to stand up and leave but he grabbed your arm. 

"I'm not risking getting sick." You giggled, seeing him blowing his snot on a tissue.

"I promise I'm fine." 

"You don't look fine to me." You placed your hand on his forehead again just to see if his temperature was alright. "Shin, you have a fever." You urged him to put a thermometer in his mouth and sure enough, he had a fever. Upon seeing this, Shinichiro began whining again. You giggled at his childish reaction and went to the kitchen to get him something to eat so he could get a painkiller that would thankfully make his temperature drop.

“So…I’m not getting any p-”

“No.” You cut him off before he could say the whole world. 

Once he ate the sandwich you made him, you sat next to him. His room was messy with clothes lying all around the floor, motorbike magazines all over the place and now boxes of painkillers were standing empty on the nightstand.  

“Is everything okay, angel?” 

“Yes, I am just tired.” 

Without saying anything, Shinichiro covered you with his blanket. You stayed there in silence. The only thing that produced any sound in this house was the tv in the living room which judging by the time was most probably used by Shinichiro’s grandfather as background music because the older man was sleeping for sure. Besides, he still taught at the dojo so he was getting tired. 

  You had started getting a bit drowsy from the entire atmosphere when Shinichiro broke the silence. 

“I saw a cool plane figurine at the store the other day.” You turned to look at him in question. His hair was wet on his forehead from the fever and you knew you shouldn’t be this close to him but you didn’t want him to start complaining. “I thought that maybe…I could buy it for Manjiro fr Christmas.” He stopped almost abruptly.

“But?” 

  His eyes were black, you knew that of course but were they always this black? His fist clenched and he sat on the bed like a normal person. Shinichiro’s head was hanging low, looking down at the blue blanket -it didn’t match the colours of his room but it had always been your favourite blanket so of course when you moved in with him you took it with you. 

“Shinichiro?” You asked. Whether he had heard you the first time, you didn’t know. 

“I made that mistake the first time…I don’t want to do it again.” His voice was lower than usual. You saw him reaching at the nightstand beside you for a cigarette but you were too confused by his words to stop him. 

“Have you bought Mikey a model plane before?” You were baffled to say the least. 

“In another timeline, yes.” He responded before placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it up. “What I am about to tell you…hell you might not even believe me but you ought to know.” You rose from your seat and crawled on the bed and straddled him. 

“Should I be scared?” You took the cigarette from his hand. Shinichiro chuckled and took it back.

“No.” A smile replaced the blank look on his face and his eyes actually lit up. He brushed a few strands of hair off your face and exhaled the smoke after turning his head to his left so the smoke wouldn’t go directly on you. But the light disappeared as soon as it came. “I killed someone.”

  And that was how it all started. 

  You didn’t sleep that night and other than Shinichiro getting up to place Mikey and Emma’s presents under the Christmas tree, you didn’t move either. For the most part it was him talking and you occasionally nodding your head or humming just to show him you were paying attention. 

  It was a long story and by the end you were in pure shock. 

“A time leaper?” You asked. 

“You think I am crazy, don’t you?” He let out a chuckle. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

  A time leaper. That was what Shinichiro told you he was. With no hesitation he had told you everything. How Mikey in the original timeline was technically in a coma because he had fallen down the stairs while playing with a model plane. How he had given up working in the shop in order to take care of him. How Mikey died. How he had killed a homeless man to get powers that would take him back to the past and how he had fixed everything. He told you all of it. 

  If you hadn’t picked up on some of his weird and sometimes extreme behaviour towards Mikey, you and your safety you would have really thought that he was crazy. But there had been times when he would be at the right place at the right time a bit too often. It seemed as if he knew too much but now everything had become clear.

“I…believe you Shin.” You gulped. He raised his eyebrows in question, the cigarette between his lips, long forgotten. He was sweating from his fever that throughout the night had gotten a bit better but was still high and his eyes were red because at some point he had started crying. 

  You got off his lap and stood up to stretch. His eyes followed your figure and he waited patiently for you to sit back down. 

“It’s all fine now though, right?”

“Yes, Shin, you did an excellent job.” You smiled at him.

  You were still confused but were trying not to show it. It was not because of his story but because of that man…the original time leaper. It was a known fact that Shinichiro couldn’t fight and that could be confirmed not only by his gang members but by his siblings and grandfather as well. You could barely imagine Shinichiro killing someone though he had told you that after Mikey’s death in the original timeline he was in a very dark space but how dark was that space? Enough to kill a man? Should he be in prison now? Did he regret doing it? Does that make him dangerous? There were many questions that you wouldn’t dare ask him, not right now at least. 

  As per schedule, Emma entered your room at 7 am ready to inform you about breakfast being ready. Even with you there, she refused to give up her routine of making breakfast for everyone else in the house and would only allow you to cook dinner sometimes. 

“They don't know-” 

“No. Only Haruchiyo knows.” Shinichiro got up from his bed and got dressed. “For the time being let's just not talk about it. It's Christmas, the last thing I want is for their day to be ruined.” You nodded in agreement and also got up from the bed. 

  Mikey and Emma were peacefully eating their breakfast and for a short moment you were scared that they hadn't seen their presents under the tree but with one quick look your assumptions vanished. The wraps scattered all over the floor, boxes all over the place with a few toys laying on the couch. You knew you would have to clean up those later but you didn't mind. The expression on their faces was worth it.

  Shinichiro and you went present shopping last week and bought as many presents as you could for the two kids. But you also bought presents for Izana. Despite the importance of the day, Shinichiro had managed to convince Takeomi to take care of both Mikey and Emma for a short while so he could give Izana his presents. You were planning on going as well but without Emma's help, you were left alone to make tonight's dinner, something that didn't really matter to you but it would have been nice having her along.

  And so that was what happened. Emma and Mikey went to Takeomi's house accompanied by Shinichiro and you began thinking about dinner. Grandpa decided to go out with a friend of his, leaving you alone. 

  During breakfast the only people that talked were obviously Mikey and Emma with their grandpa being a bit too focused on his newspaper and Shinichiro occasionally jumping in the conversation. No one really noticed you weren't talking, something quite convenient since your head was a mess after the conversation you had with Shinichiro. 

  So while you were alone, you obviously cleaned the house and at around 5 pm you began cooking after seeing that the weather was awful since it meant that everyone would be coming home soon. 

  Surprisingly enough, grandpa Sano was the one who picked Mikey and Emma from their friends' house. But judging from the weather and the fact that Shinichiro had left the house without an umbrella, you were more than sure that sooner or later your husband would be back. 

"Finally made it." Grandpa Sano sighed and removed his shoes, letting go of his grandchildren to do their own thing. 

  It had been raining vigorously outside and all weather forecasts were talking about a huge thunderstorm the moment they entered the house. You peeked at the living room where Mikey and Emma were already sitting, watching tv. Grandpa Sano gave you a gentle smile and a pat on the back before walking to the living room to spend time with the kids. 

  You tasted the soup and was ready to wash your hands to go to the living room as well when you heard the sound of keys. You turned around to look at the door which by that time had opened, revealing a soaked Shinichiro. By the look on his face you understood that something had gone horribly wrong during his time with Izana. You gave a quick glance at the kids to make sure they hadn't noticed anything. They were focused on the movie they were watching. You looked back at Shinichiro. 

You hadn’t talked all morning and after all this it felt weird seeing him. Your feelings for him hadn’t changed though. You just found him a bit…strange. How many moments had he re-lived to achieve the perfect future for Mikey and Emma?

“What happened?” You asked him. 

“Izana knows we are not related.”

A/n: listen, I know I messed with the timeline a bit and I am terribly sorry but it turned out pretty good and I wanted to keep it so...

[stroyent]

I NEARLY FORGOR! IT'S TIME FOR MY FIRST WEEKLY CALISTHENICS REPORT

tagging my gym bros (everyone who left a like or reply under my post last Monday, please tell me if you don't want to be tagged in subsequent reports) @cockabout @captainhunnicutt @bloodyrose666 @keytaryourheart @uncontrol-freak Not sure if could've done it without your support, my friends <3

I've managed to stick to the hybrid routine for 6 days in a row (today's been a rest day, so I'm not counting it because I didn't have to make myself exercise. But yeah, technically 7)!

Recorded my reps so you would know I didn't cheat: Monday: 10+10 knee pushups, 30+24 knee raises Tuesday: 15+13 horizontal pullups, 20+20 full squats Wednesday: 12+10 straight bridges, 3*60 seconds each side full twists Thursday: 10+10 knee pushups, 30+20 knee raises Friday: 50+50 wall pullups (because I didn't want to go outside just for that, eh), 20+20 full squats Saturday: 20+20 straight bridges, 3*60+ seconds each side full twists (I would just close my eyes and forget about watching the time lmao, so it usually got to about 90 seconds)

General notes: for some reason my brachialis muscles were sore as hell after horizontal pullups, while others were completely fine. I'll make sure to be more careful next time and do fewer horizontal reps and swap the rest for the wall variation.

I'll also try to gradually introduce cardio. My general stamina SUCKS, I get out of breath too fast, so. Maybe someday I'll even get to jogging, but I'm not sure, I've always hated it. However, now I always take the stairs instead of the elevator (unless I'm carrying something heavy), so hopefully that'll help a little.

It's hard not to compare myself with what I could do when I was a teenager (I was a swimmer as a kid and I kept being quite athletic for many years even after quitting). But I haven't really done any fitness since the last PE class at university, which was in 2020, so it's totally understandable I'm not as strong as I was back then. I'm really proud of myself for having done this for a whole week, though! I'm ready to go for another week! And hopefully another one after that... and so on...

[johannestevans]

All your House/Wilson posting has me thinking about how those two mess with each other so much it wouldn't even be a stretch for House to start dosing Wilson with domperidone so his chest gets all swollen and he starts lactating and I'm so sad there aren't already fics of this on AO3 otherwise I guess I'll have to write it myself

GOD, BRO, HOUSE HUCOWING WILSON AS AN EXCUSE FOR PHYSICAL INTIMACY... your brain is so wet and juicy and your meat is HUGE

esp if its while they're living together and so wilson is trying to figure out which of his meds has galactorrhea as a fucking side effect, bc some antidepressants and antipsychotics absolutely fuck w your prolactin

wilson uncomfortable and panicky about it and so embarrassed, and house fucking KNOWING, but pretending to be trying to figure it out as wilson desperately attempts to shut him out

which, the desperate secrecy makes it even harder for him to figure out what's causing this

and just imagining wilson finally losing it, shouting at house with tears in his eyes and his sleepshirt stained with milk, admitting how humiliated and freaked out and scared he is because it HURTS

and house, ALMOST reasonably, says, "uh, they're sore because you're not pumping it, man."

"pumping i-- house, if I pump it, they'll keep... producing."

"it'll feel better, though. c'mon - look at you. you haven't slept in weeks, what's one time?" and BECAUSE wilson is exhausted and achy. he doesnt think about how suspicious it is that house is being so reasonable... and then house is sucking on one of his tits and he's going to explode and possibly spontaneously come but fuck it feels GOOD