#if u tell me it looked exactly like this imma scream

[bimbosupreme]

Based on the ask I got from hareno (@harenodrawsthings) let’s make your dream into a reality‼️‼️

[boba-beom]

he looks like he came straight out of a jane austen novel, i'm loving the outfits and the way they've been styling his hair this whole era🥺❤️ that sounds like a pretty productive day!! i hope you had fun ^^ i'm okay. i finished my first exam yesterday, it was 24 pages long and we only had 90 minutes LOL tbh i did pretty well, but i was a bit bummed out because i felt like i could've done better if i had a little more time. but at least i didn't look traumatized like most of my classmates did after handing their exams to the professor 😭😭 it was too much, so i don't blame them. also have been feeling pretty blue lately, but it's probably because my period's coming soon.

OMG YESS I DID, I AM IN LOOOVE WITH THEIR LIVE VOCALS, THEY ALL SOUNDED SO GOOD. especially the farewell neverland performance, WOW JUST WOWWW. and i love how they were having sm fun with sugar rush ride, they really treated it like a concert and kept jumping around and soobin trying to hype up the staff🥺 so cute🥺

hearing both soobin's and beomgyu's lower register literally had me ascending, esp the few parts where u could hear beomgyu's voice produce a slightly husk-ish(?) tone GODDD, i just love his deep voice. also yeonjun perfectly harmonizing with soobin during the "the sugar rush" part?? and his falsetto and "give me give me more"?? i love his voice so much.

and hueningkai sounds absolutely amazing live, i especially loved hearing him sing the chorus during farewell neverland and the "falling, falling" part. what a blessing to my ears. i just love his tone, it's so pleasing to the ears. ALSO BEOMGYU'S "ooOOH oOOOOH" (okay it looks so goofy in text but yk which part i'm talking about) mans literally ate cds. it sounded so good. also when he said "the devil said" in sugar rush ride, i screamed.

AND YEONJUN'S "FALLING, FALLING" IN FAREWELL, NEVERLAND?? nah cause i'm convinced yeonjun has perfect pitch, even when he spoiled the "yeeeeah" in sugar rush ride, it sounded exactly the same.

i don't even know where to start with taehyun. his vocals are so rich and they have sm depth to them. AND HE LITERALLY SOUNDED JUST LIKE THE STUDIO VERSION IT WAS INSANEEE!! i swear he's eating cds too. also the adlibs he kept adding during "sugar rush ride" and the constant harmonizations (esp the one he did with gyu omg their voices go so well together) - i have ascended.

soobin sounds so good when he sings in his lower register, his vocals are just so smooth and full. also his "oOOOH oOoooH" was so smooth, i kept replaying it nonstop.

and they all looked so good🥺 i loved their styling. beomgyu's shoes looked a bit odd to me tbh. or were they socks? i can't tell what the fur things were.

but anyways, they all looked like they were having such a good time and i definitely enjoyed both of their performances. their live vocals are unmatched tbh, i love hearing them🥺❤️ i hope i get to hear them live one day❤️

omg this is quite long so imma put my answers under the cut<3

aw, love. hopefully it is just your period affecting your mood, and it's okay to feel bummed about the exam, even just a bit. I'm sure if you're feeling confident about it then you did well! rooting for you and your future exams!!

honestly, the sugar rush ride performance was amazing. i literally loved how they were just having fun with it but YES let's talk about their vocals!! i'm so in love with these performances where you just know the mics are on. i will always be obsessed over the huskiness in gyu's voice, like his range is much more than we've seen and this album is proof. the huskiness? the pre-chorus in devil by the window?? the airy and deep "the devil said"??? the falsetto in both srr and farewell neverland? and he puts his whole emotions into the performances too, but then again they all do :> STOP soobin hyping up the staff is the cutest thing ever. oh, and hueningkia?! HE IS BORN A PERFORMER! he was having so much fun, i kept rewinding a few times :((

and for farewell, neverland— SINCE THE ALBUM DROPPED I HAVE BEEN GOING ON ABOUT WHEN THEY'LL DROP THE LIVE PERFORMANCE, and i can't believe i missed when it dropped on yt bc i was out. i did manage to watch some snippets through tiktok though, omg i think it's the bridge(?) where soobin does his falsetto and then beomgyu follows after and does his falsetto. i need that engraved into my brain 😭 it just itches a good spot in my head

hueningkai's voice is so smooth with the "falling, falling" part!! I know EXACTLY which part you mean with beomgyu's "ooOOH oOOOOH". you're so right with yeonjun and he has that r&bb tonality which makes it so satisfying doing all these runs in songs, especially the spoiler he did. oh yeah, taehyun never disappointed, yet again. his adlibs, his vocals, girl the passion 😩 just so so good!!

i was literally in awe watching the farewell neverland. like their emotions were fully on show, yet it looked effortless at the same time. just proud of them this comeback, but also the exposure they're gaining from different shows and interviews :') our boy group is turning 4 years old in 2 weeks 😭

i am hoping for you also bestie, we have time to hear them live. manifesting it for the both of us<3

[connorsui]

AAUUUGHFHHSJWID MY BELOVED MY POOKIE IM- …I genuinely do not know how to start this off besides wanting to re-read this fic again but let me tell u I'm so fucking happy you delivered to my house like an un-expected Amazon package cuz this fic was exactly what I needed for the night and IM ROOLLINGGGGG 😩🩷✨️

Like this fic screamed aged wine ..fine aged red wine that was left on the orchards of Italy to ferment and gather more flavor to the gold that is its delicacy– cuz the red ribbons we used to tie ourselves to the bed!? AND HAVE ASTARION USE US WHENEVER AND HOWEVER!?!?!?

It was basically an invitation to drink and bathe in the wine ✨️🗣

THO LET ME SAY WITHOUT A MOUTH GUARD ON — that I was left stunted …I was floored cuz astarion just took a look at us and went: yeah I wanna fuck u and I will …but imma make the moment last not only for me ..but for u too – and it made fall in love with him more 😭😭 like I know dem ribbons were soft but imma make sure they get better and twisted to the point it leave MARKS cuz I know for a damn fact that by the time I fall asleep . .

I ain't gonna remember nothing 💀💀 that dick was so strong it gave me temporary dementia 🧍🏻‍♀️

BUT LISTEN I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE BITING AND THE MOUTH MARKS AT THE END CUZ I WAS LIKE- damn ..he treated my pussy like it's the last one living …and now ….what I'm I gonnaaaaaaaa- *the bite scene*💀💀💀 I can't- ..Im-

ANNNYWHOOOO ur vers of ascended astarion got me feeling like it's that matte black mixed in gold …that type of matte black that u wanna bathe in but once u get out of it …the gold is the only thing covering your body …so it makes you feel beautiful…it makes you feel pretty ..it makes you wanna bathe in the matte black again …

That's what this fic feels …I wanna re-read it again and feel the comfort of the ribbons 💅🏻✨️

Ribbons of Blood

-Ascendant Astarion/fem!reader (smut, soft smut, restraints/tying up, blood drinking, very light assplay, PIV, creampie, dirty talk)-

It had taken you over an hour to use mage hand to move the silken ropes over your body, even with your considerable experience using the cantrip for non-lascivious purposes. Still, it was hard for you to guess at some of the knots when you couldn’t actually see them, such as when the ghostly apparition of the hand was fastening your wrists together at the small of your back, and as such, the whole experience was more frustrating and time consuming than you could have imagined. You persevered though, and managed to finish using mage hand to secure the last loop of rope just a few minutes before Astarion opened the bedroom door, flouncing into the room in a pique of temper without even looking at you at first.

“Gods, darling, you won’t believe how busy the tailor’s shop was when I stopped by to pick up our traveling cloaks. What’s even the point in being a vampire lord when-“

Astarion’s words cut off with a breathy exhalation as he must have spotted you, bent over the edge of the bed with your hands tied behind your back with a length of crimson rope and legs spread, clad only in a white lace pair of panties. You couldn’t see his facial expression but a delightful shiver ran down your spine at what hunger you imagined might be making its home in his eyes.

“And what did I do to deserve such a perfect… little… gift wrapped present?” Astarion’s voice was suddenly much closer as he drew closer to where you were displayed over the bed, testing out the strength of your bonds by yanking on them in between pauses. He must have been satisfied by how secure they were since he hummed and skated his fingertips over your shoulder blades instead.

You wiggled at the warm touch of his hands against your cold flesh for a moment (such a reversal from when you first met) but beyond that, you didn’t move or attempt to break free. Demurely as you could, you told him, “You’ve been so stressed out lately, what with the new Council of Four sniffing around and with the holidays in general, I thought you might appreciate a little stress relief..”

Astarion huffed out a laugh, his fingers trailing down to bolder territory as they moved down to the waistband of your underwear, feeling the lace as if inspecting their quality and certainly not because he was shifting the material around to rub against your clit and the swells of your ass, of course not.

“Is this an invitation to use you for stress relief, my sweet treasure?” Astarion asked lowly, rhetorically. He knew that was what you had surely intended by making yourself so helpless for him like this and it was clear by the rumbling heat in his voice that he liked the idea.

You nodded quickly, your chin scuffing against the lavishly embroidered and down filled blankets underneath you as your head signaled your enthusiasm. You realized that Astarion couldn’t exactly see your face well from this position though so you clarified, “Yes. I want you to use me however you’d like, in any way that you’d ever dreamed of. I’m yours.”

There was a thick, cryptic silence that stretched out between you as Astarion didn’t say anything in response, his fingers still pulling at your underwear lazily and intermittently making it brush up your clit when you least expected it, making you jolt even as you struggled to stay limp and patient. Your lover not speaking didn’t worry you like it might with others; you knew that he needed time to decide what he wanted out of this little game of yours. Besides, you trusted him. You trusted him enough to know that he would never do anything to hurt you, that he would stop immediately if you asked him to. You would have not brought this salacious idea to fruition (or agreed to spend eternity with him, really) if you didn’t trust Astarion more than you trusted yourself.

Almost agonizingly slowly, one of his hands crept underneath your panties but not to where you expected. His thumb delicately pushed its way between the pert cheeks of your rear. Your breath hitched as it circled the puckered ring of your anus as unhurried as molasses dripping, just pressing down on the hole but not going inside.

“Would you let me take my pleasure here, if I wanted to? Would you let me spear open your tight little ass on my cock?” Astarion murmured inquisitively, and while you thought you could hear a smile in his voice, you couldn’t say for certain.

The thought made you squirm, though it was both with arousal and trepidation. You’d never been fucked there before or experimented with anal play but with Astarion… you’d be open to it. You knew that he wouldn’t do anything that would harm you and besides, he probably was experienced enough to do it in a way that wasn’t uncomfortable. The sensation of him teasing over your asshole was strange but not bad strange, the kind of strange that made you wiggle a little like you were being tickled.

You confirmed levelly, “Yes. I meant it when I said you could make use of me in any way that you wanted, my love.”

“You really would, wouldn’t you?” Astarion said, amused and in awe, his fingers slipping back out of your underwear and skipping up the raised bumps of your spine instead. “You’d allow me to debauch every one of your holes like you’re nothing like a fuck doll made for my pleasure, you would permit me to greedily use you like a sodden cock sleeve even after everything else you’ve already given me.”

His words made a shiver drip down your spine that you were sure that he could feel under his fingertips. Yes. You would let him do anything he wanted to you and more. His statements felt like a test but that didn’t matter. You would encourage Astarion to act out any fantasy that he had ever fantasized about. Didn’t he deserve it? Didn’t he deserve everything you had to offer him and then some? After performing for hundreds of years and having to bring pleasure to so many others while his mind was miles away, shouldn’t his desires matter now? You’d do anything for him, let him consume you and destroy you, if it would make up for even a small fraction of the atrocities he had endured and soothe even a speck of Astarion’s worries.

You didn’t have time to answer before Astarion grasped your hips firmly and flipped you over so you were flat on your back against the bedding. You saw him for the first time since you started this conversation and what you saw in his face took your breath away as if it had been punched out of you. Astarion’s lips parted slightly as his tongue swept over them as he gazed upon the exposed planes of your body, his pupils dilated in a ravenous and intense need. More compelling than that though was how his facial expression was soft, loving, reverent in a way that bordered on fanaticism.

When his touch left your hips, you whined at the loss of any kind of contact between you but Astarion just chuckled, his fingers flying over the fastenings on his wonderfully tailored shirt to slip it from his shoulders. You watched eagerly, pressing your thighs together in your impatience as he worked leisurely at each layer of clothing until he had a pile of apparel off to the side of rich, scarlet carpet by the bed. The way he carelessly threw aside fabric that cost hundreds of coins as if it was nothing but rags reminded you of how messy and cluttered his tent used to be during your travels and the thought made you shake your head in fond exasperation. Thank the gods that you had servants now or you feared that this place would be just as filthy and disorganized with how badly that he took care of things. It seemed like you were the exception and the only thing in his possession that he handled with a careful touch.

Now nude himself, Astarion’s hands returned to your body, coasting up your rib cage and thumbs petting over the underside of your breasts. You could see his erection jutting out already even though barely anything had happened yet, a few drops of precum welling up at the tip as if inviting you to swipe your tongue over it and savor the salty taste of his arousal. Your wrists, bound underneath you and digging just slightly into your lower back, reminded you that you couldn’t and you weren’t the one in control here.

Astarion dipped his hips forward and pressed his stiff dick against your panties, stroking it over your panties starting at the shape of your lower lips around the edges of lace and ending at your clit. You both groaned loudly, simultaneously; Astarion at feeling how drenched you are even through the cloth and you at how amazing even that brief moment of friction felt, your back arched off of the bed and gave your wrists a reprieve from your weight on them. Thankfully, the ropes were made from a gentle and almost ribbon-like material that didn’t seem to be abrading your flesh (or at least not yet).

“If I can truly use you how I want to, do whatever I wish with you, I’d like to make love to you the way that you deserve. The way that we both deserve,” Astarion said tenderly, peppering his words with caressing kisses across your collarbones as he continued rutting his cock against your covered pussy. Every torturously lazy grind against you just coaxed out more fluids to the point that you could feel your upper thighs getting coated by your own need. “You’ve given me so much, darling, even now. And I’d just like to take my time with you.”

You could barely think at all when his palms took the weight of your breasts on completely and squeezed, enjoying groping them and making them move to his liking. Still, you couldn’t help but smile as your heart melted a bit at Astarion’s sweet declaration. You hadn’t really been sure what to expect when you had offered yourself up like this, though you had been mentally prepared for your lover to satiate himself with you in any manner of ways, and he had surprised you anyways. Then his fingers went to your nipples, pulling them and watching them harden and stand out under his expert attentions, and suddenly your brain stopped working at all beyond experiencing pleasure.

Your eyes were drawn to the way your juices were already wetting his cock when Astarion pulled back, highlighting every glacial blue vein bordering his erection and making a whimper mewl off of your lips at just how badly you needed him, how badly it felt like you’d combust if he wasn’t inside of you soon. His mouth tilted down to cover yours, his tongue dancing over the tips of your fangs (something you were sure it would take you another decade at least to get used to, especially how they still made you lisp on certain words while you were unused to their new residency amongst your other teeth). You kissed him back desperately, as if you required him more than blood, than life itself.

“So eager, my delectable present,” Astarion muttered against your lips as he broke the kiss, his hands now working to slip your soaked underwear off instead of massaging and squeezing the plushness of your tits, throwing the scrap of lace somewhere in the direction of his own clothes. Your thighs opened easily for him to fit himself between them, brushing his cock head over the frill of your clit the while you shivered and remained helpless and mostly immobile beneath him.

Your chin was gripped, hard enough to get your attention but not enough to hurt, and yanked upwards to meet his red stare. They bored into you with an intensity that he usually reserved for finding the best place in his enemies’s backs to bury his blade. Astarion ordered you sternly, “Eyes up here, beautiful. I want you to look at me as I take you, I want you to be very aware of who is making you feel like this. Do you understand? Eyes on me.”

Without reservation you nodded, your head moving up and down as much as you could with his hand holding you somewhat in place.

That was all that he needed to continue and his hips tipped into yours with the pace of someone who had all the time in the world; you could feel every inch, every millimeter of his cock as your pussy strained to take him. You were so wet from your grinding session that he didn’t have to struggle that much to bully into your tight, hot channel but still, even he had to freeze for a moment to take a shaky breath when you clenched around his girth when he was only situated halfway into your slit. Soon enough though, he was deep inside of you, down to the root of him, and it felt like being home. It felt like being complete, like your whole life had been leading to this moment of you being underneath the love of your life as he made room for himself in your cunt the same way that he had in your heart. The bright, energetic note of bergamot that always seemed to overpower the other notes of the perfume that he wore by the end of the day, maybe amped by Astarion’s skin chemistry now that it could warm like anyone else’s. It settled into your senses, like a comforting blanket at the end of a long day.

He seemed to relish the way your eyes widened and mouth went slack when he started moving in earnest. Astarion had always been so calm and controlled every time you two were intimate but now, with you restrained, it seemed like it had opened a door mentally for him because his demeanor was starting to go in a different direction this time. His nose was brushing up against yours on every thrust, eyes burning into yours feverishly, hands framing your face and brushing your already sweat-sticky strands of hair away from your cheeks and neck. Astarion seemed uncaring about his own silvery curls clinging to his forehead already as he sweated his pomade off. The world had narrowed to just the two of you as you shuddered and moaned with every undulation of those svelte hips into you.

“You feel so good, so tight,” Astarion groaned, voice breaking, “Such a selfless gift for me, such a perfect, sweet bride…”

Something about the angle of his cock battering into your walls and the praise he’s doling out combined to make your orgasm approach at a gallop, your stomach tensing in preparation for your inevitable ruin. “Astarion, please, I’m going to cum!”

You weren’t exactly sure what you were asking for when you said ‘please’ but Astarion seemed to understand better than you did. He stopped his frantic eye contact and grabbed the back of your head, pressing your sharp teeth against the beckoning curve of his throat. “Drink, love, let me fill you in every way that I can,” He purred sensuously, though the way that his fingers trembled as they buried themselves in your hair showed that he was just as affected as you were.

You knew that other vampires didn’t let others feed from them like he did with you, even with the little that you knew of vampire lore. What this meant, exactly, you weren’t certain but you were grateful. Even a sip of his blood seemed to sustain you for weeks over even the freshest human blood, seemed to make you faster and more quick witted than ever before. His blood was his own kind of gift and one that Astarion seemed to give freely to you, especially during sex. It even seemed to turn him on, excite him, guiding you to leave your mark over the one that Cazador had imprinted on him all of those hundreds of years ago as if you could overwrite it with one made with love and respect instead of fear.

You tensed your jaw over his flesh and sunk your fangs into Astarion with a nearly inaudible snikt noise. The whine he let go at your bite was extremely loud and utterly depraved, the sound only adding fuel to the fires of your desperation. Even with Astarion moving your head for you, the feeding was sloppy and it was hard for you to latch onto the vein especially with the staccato pounding of his cock into your wet, gripping pussy. You got a few decent mouthfuls of his blood before it started pooling and drooled from the corners of your mouth. That was enough to aid you into your orgasm though, jerking and clawing at the bed underneath your pinned hands, the sheer pleasure blanking your mind but making your delirious cunt soak his pistoning dick. Still, you kept feeding, swallowing down every drop that you could even through your release, mindless in your hunger. The sweet, metallic tang of Astarion’s blood, so much like the flavor of the gelatin candies he favored these days from Cormyr, coated your tongue so deliciously that he couldn’t even resist having a taste. Astarion pulled your hair at the nape of your neck to pull you away from the sugary ambrosia of his neck, it made you hiss at the light yank but any sting was soothed when his mouth swept across yours.

Your tongues slipped against each other as if they were vines entangling and trapping, Astarion savoring the fluid slip of his blood mixed with your saliva. Then you could feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you, your still shaky walls squeezing out spurt after spurt of his cum deep inside of you as he rasped a broken exclamation of your name and the word “fuck” against your lips. His body made a few more languid, half-hearted rolls against yours as his dick softened and relaxed. Finally, he reached down to help his length escape your now flooded, stretched hole, giggling a bit breathlessly as he saw the mess that he had made of you.

The next order of business was freeing you from the bonds that you had created; Astarion making quick work of undoing loops and knots. You noted wryly that it had taken him seconds to unfasten what had taken you over an hour to get set up in the first place. Astarion rubbed over your wrists as if trying to make sure that your circulation was fine and that your arms hadn’t fallen asleep. You, quite frankly, were enjoying the attention so you didn’t remind him that your circulatory system didn’t really work like that any more and that you were fine. What was the harm in him fussing over you?

After a few moments of the two of you taking deep breaths (also not really necessary in the reality of things but something you both did out of habit to calm down) and swallowing down any more lingering traces of Astarion’s powerful blood, he laid a loving, chaste kiss on the knobs of bone in your palms near where you had tied the knots of your restraints. The move was rather innocent considering that you had a pool of several different types of bodily fluids from both of you pooling underneath your sweaty and exhausted frame.

“That really was sweet of you, my love,” Astarion mumbled with a content sigh. “You may trust me a little bit too much but I can’t complain when it nets me wonderful rewards. Is there something I could do for you in return?”

You were tempted to just say no and that you already got rewarded as well but… closed mouths don’t get fed, as the saying goes. And you definitely had an idea for something you wanted to try.

Batting your eyelashes at him coquettishly, you cooed, “I wouldn’t mind if you were the one tied up next time. So handsome and completely at my mercy… that sounds like a reward befitting your consort, don’t you agree?”

You could practically see Astarion’s pointed ears prick up in interest, even as they flushed a light pink at the concept. “That it does,” he purred darkly, capturing your lips in another heated, passionate kiss. Oh, this was going to be another interesting week in the Crimson Palace and you couldn’t wait for your prize.

[sunrisefairy]

i’m sorry the way u did my last request was SO GOOD i just had to ask for another. could you do one with charlie weasley as a care of magical creatures prof and he finally gets with the professor he’s been flirting with? you write spicy fics so well i cant even

omg stop, ur making me blush. I had fun with this one! 

NSFW 18+ below the cut

You told yourself no boys this year, no distractions, you vowed that this year you’d focus on your career; Dumbledore had given you a position at Hogwarts and you were ecstatic and determined to make him proud. You didn’t think it would be too hard, to have a year free of boys, the male professors at Hogwarts weren’t exactly eye candy. That was until you met the new care of magical creature’s professor, damn that Charlie Weasley.

He was handsome, no argument about it, his rugged good looks and charming, sweet personality had your panties dripping whenever he was in close proximity (even the mere thought of his strong arms and those long fingers had your core throbbing) not that you would ever tell him that.

Charlie Weasley seem to make it his mission to make you flustered, within the first 10 minutes of your initial introduction he told you how breath taking your eyes were and how gorgeous his name sounded when it fell from your lips. You obviously blushed at this and brushed the comments under the rug, assuming he was just being cheeky and kind and didn’t mean anything by it. However, Charlie made very clear he found you attractive and having to endure months of his shameless flirting was proving to be very difficult to ignore the sexual tension between the two of you.

You stared down at the pile of forgotten essays on your desk, your mind was elsewhere, and you couldn’t seem find the concentration to focus on grading them right now. Your brain was preoccupied but a certain gorgeous redheaded wizard. You imagined his rough fingers and how they would feel against your skin, unbuttoning your blouse slowly and teasing your nipples, would he be soft and gentle and caress your breasts or would he prefer to be rough and pinch and tug at your skin? You bit your lip at the thought, arousal already pooling in your panties. It had been too long since you last had sex and you were beginning to grow frustrated and desperate for it.

“Thinking about me again, love?” you’re snapped from your thoughts and immediately clench your thighs at the sight before you. Charlie was leaning against the door frame of your classroom, his arms cross in front of him causing his muscles to strain against his shirt.

You smirk, “how I manage to get anything done when you plague my thoughts 24/7 is beyond me.”

Charlie chuckles at this assuming you’re joking and enters the room, approaching you at your desk. You take this time to rack your eyes over his body, his shirt stretching deliciously over his torso, the top few buttons undone allowing you to scan his neck and collar bone. Merlin how you wish you could sink your teeth into his creamy skin-

You cough to shake yourself of this thought, no boys, no distractions.

“What can I do for you Professor?” you muse, straightening up the long-forgotten essays.

If Charlie noticed you hungrily scanning his body moments before, he doesn’t comment on it. “Oh nothing really, was walking around and had the strong urge to come visit my favourite professor.”

You blush before he continues, “Snape was busy though so thought you were the next best thing.” He’s smirking at you now and you scoff rolling your eyes.

“Ha-ha,” you say sarcastically, “well as you can see, I’m insanely busy grading these essays so can’t say it would be much fun if you stayed.” You pick up an essay from the pile and furrow your eyebrows hoping it looks like you’re deep in thought when really you’ve re-read the same sentence 3 times, still not comprehending what it says.

“I can think of ways we can have fun,” Charlie’s low voice sounds from right next to your ear. How did he get there so fast? “none of which involve boring essays.”

You gulp and turn your head. He’s leaning over your shoulder, invading your personal space, one of his powerful arms is braced against the dark wood of your desk. You can feel Charlie’s soft breath fanning your face and you shudder. You can’t think of anything to say right now, Charlie’s rich scent is swarming your senses and any thoughts that do manage to form inside our brain are not appropriate to say out loud.

Charlie’s eyes glance down at your lips, your tongue darting out to wet them instinctively, he’s unsure if you are aware of the effect you have on him. Such a simple innocent move of licking your lips has Charlie growing hard. He leans closer to you, wanting you to give him the go ahead to continue, as you part your lips Charlie’s certain you’re about to tell him to kiss you.

“The doors open,” you squeak, suddenly very aware of this compromising position and not really eager on an unsuspecting student waltzing past and seeing this scene. You know you should ask Charlie to leave, you have essays to grade and a ‘no boys, no distractions’ rule to follow but Charlie is so close you can almost taste him.

He grins smugly, pointing his wand at your classroom door which slams shut and you can hear the lock click, he whispers a silencing charm too which has your heart beating faster in your chest. Are you really about to do this? Charlie looks down at you waiting for your next move. It feels like eternity before you make your decision, is it the right one, you’re not sure but you’ve dreamt about Charlie’s lips for too long to turn them down now.

In a flash, you connect your lips together, it’s rushed and messy but neither of you seem to mind. You can feel Charlie’s hands all over your body, he’s unbuttoning your shirt and squeezing your hips and arse and pulling you closer and palming your tits and it’s heaven. His lips find their home against your neck and you gasp as his nips and sucks at your skin. Somehow, you’ve change positions and Charlie has you pressed hard against your desk and you can feel his cock hardening in his pants.

“Fuck, want you so bad darling,” he growls into your ear. You tug roughly at his hair forcing his eyes to meet yours. His are dark with desire and you have to force yourself not to come right then and there.

“Then have me,” you respond.

The both of you waste no time, very aware of the fact that you don’t have the luxury of taking your time right now. You’re pulling off each other’s clothes and clawing at skin and leaving scratches and love bites and groaning and whining. Charlie hoists you onto your desk, pushing aside any papers and quills in his way. He wishes he had more time because the desire to kiss along every inch of your beautiful body and explore every freckle or birthmark or scar you have, is so strong. But he just prays you’ll give him another opportunity to do just that, because right now he needs to be inside of you.

Charlie is standing in between your open legs as he takes his fingers and runs them along your slick folds. “Fuck baby, so wet for me huh?”

The sarcastic comment disappears from your mouth as Charlie pushes 2 of his long slender fingers inside your heat, you moan at the sensation. He quickly begins scissoring his fingers set on stretching you out as fast as he could. “F-fuck, Charlie. Feels so good.”

“Wait till you get my cock darling. I’ll have you screaming,” he teases.

You kiss his lips before responding cockily, “go on then.”

Charlie removes his fingers and you whine at the emptiness, “shh darling, I’ll feel you up soon enough. You want that? Want me to fill you up with my cock?”

You’re nodding desperately, “yes please Charlie, please need your cock so bad.”

He grins widely at you, “as you wish.” The both of you groan as he lines up his cock and pushes inside of you. None of your fantasies would have prepared you to how amazing it feels to have Charlie’s cock stretching you out like this. You wrap your legs around his waist as his starts to rock his hips into yours.

Charlie begins to snap his hips faster and faster finding a deliciously rough pace, you’re grateful for the silencing charm he casted because you wouldn’t be able to contain the moans otherwise.

“Holy fuck Charlie,” you whine against his lips letting yourself run your fingers all over his sweaty naked body before they find their home on his hard shoulders.

The groan that rolls out of Charlie’s mouth is borderline pornographic, “I know sweetheart, I know.”

Charlie can feel himself growing closer and closer to his climax and he’d be daft if he lets himself finish before you. Charlie reaches in between the both of you and his thumb connects with your clit, forcing a loud moan to erupt deep from your throat. Charlie starts rubbing tight circles against that bundle of nerves while nipping and sucking at the soft skin on your neck. He can feel you clenching tightly around him.

“S-so close,” you gasp as that familiar tightening sensation pools in your belly.

“Come for me darling, I got you,” Charlie responds, his free hand holding you firming against him as you come undone. His name dripping from your lips like a sweet poem. It only takes a few more thrusts until he’s groaning into your neck and releasing deep inside you, his load painting your walls. The two of you are panting heavily as you try and catch your breath. You chuckle quietly to yourself, enjoying the sensation of Charlie’s now soft cock still inside of you. So much for no boys no distractions.

~~~~~~~

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[apollostears]

➝︎ p$ssy fairy | k. takami

anime: my hero academia

pairing: keigo takami x black!reader

warning(s): nsfw, degradation, cursing, just nasty shit.

creator: maya

plot: when the dick is that good, you just can’t help but catch feelings for the number two hero in japan.

“shit kei! i-i’m close!!” your moans sounded like melodies to keigo’s ears, spurring him on to continue rearranging your guts.

wings flared out and blonde hair hanging in front of his face, keigo looked like a god hovering above you. the literal definition of beauty and it was fucking you into oblivion.

tilting your hips up just a bit, you began to fuck yourself onto his dick, feral for more. desperate to feel full. “fuck bunny, you’re always so hungry for my cock aren’t ya?” the pro-hero grunted, eyes narrowing into slits as his hands gripped the sheets on either side of your head.

struggling to speak, all you could do was nod as you moaned from another strong thrust into your slick canal. it was so good you could cry. no, it was so good you were crying.

“c-cum kei-” you slurred out, blissed out and teetering on the edge of euphoria. sentence structure was foreign to you the closer you got to your end.

ebony legs wrapped around his hips and bountiful breats moving with each push inside of you, keigo wasn’t going to last long. fucking you had to be his favorite thing in the world. tears flowing down your cheeks, drool peaking at the corners of your lips and mouth shaped so beautifully...he could die like this.

“come on princess, you can do it baby. cum on this cock, i wanna feel you baby bird.” keigo cooed, moving one of hands to rub vicious circles on your engorged clit.

a choked scream erupted from your throat as you came. velvety walls clamped around his dick, keigo could feel you orgasm so hard it almost pushed him out. a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of you being so full, cum just gushing out of you and it flipped a switch in him.

with renewed vigor, keigo pistoned his dick in n’ out of you, pushing your legs to the sides of your head to form a new position. a slight amount of cream began to form around his dick the more he moved in you and it made him grow harder.

squelching noises filled the room and you might’ve been embarrassed any other time, but you felt entirely too good right now to care. “it feels so good keigo! fuckkk me!” you squealed out.

your purrs of praise made keigo work harder to dummify you. seeing you fucked stupid and leaking like the cum dump you were was exactly what keigo needed.

“fuck y/n, imma fuck you so good you’ll feel me for fucking days. but even then that won’t be enough for a slut like you. you’ll be back begging for more. more of my cum in your tight. little. hole.” the last few words were emphasized with sharper thrusts into your leaking cunny.

overstimulated beyond comprehension, keigo’s filthy words caused your clit to jump painfully. you had already came three times that night and this next orgasm he was about to rip from you was going to be the icing on the fucking cake.

“ngh, c-cumming a-again! shit!”

your pussy was fluttering wildly around keigo’s cock and it made the avian predator grow closer to his release. “just one more bunny, i know you can give me another one. be a good girl for me, be-be a good fucking girl for daddy.”

two more thrusts and you were done, squirting around his cock, keigo leaned down and bit into your neck as he came in you so hard you could taste his nut in your throat. in between your loose state of consciousnesses, you heard the slight fluttering of keigo’s wings as his dick softened inside of you.

a whimper pushed past your lips at the change in size. “sleep baby bird, you did good.” he whispered in your ear, settling his weight onto you.

you didn’t need to be told twice as you grew comfortable under his heaviness and drifted off into sleep; completely fucked out and satisfied.

∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∶︎∶︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎∴︎∵︎

it had been three days since kei had sex with you. that’s exactly how long it’d been since the both of you spoke to each other. normally, this wouldn’t bother you seeing as you both agreed on strictly being friends with benefits, however this wasn’t a normal time.

within the six months the two of you had been fucking, you fell in love with him. like a dumbass. and that is the reason why you find yourself thinking of him when you should be filling out paper work. instead, you were sitting at your desk with your window open in case keigo decided to swoop in and surprise you.

loud vibrations pulled you from your thoughts as your eyes searched for the source. spotting the smartphone on the corner of your desk, you hastily went for it, thinking it was keigo. imagine your disappointment when it was only your best friend.

with a heavy sigh, you answered the phone. “hello?”

“uh EW! let’s try this shit again, okay? andddddd ACTION!” your friend yelled through the phone causing you to roll your eyes.

“HEY BESTIE!”

a squeal was heard on the other line and you couldn’t help but smile at the childlike behavior. “hey boo boo! what’s up?”

“just doing paperwork before i go on patrol. what’s up with you? called me to talk about my new support item??” you were a little hopeful that that was why your friend had called, something to get your mind off of takami.

“girl please. i called to make sure you weren’t moping over moby dick. but from the way you answered the phone, it sounds like you are.” she pointed out, much to your chagrin.

ignoring the nickname she had for keigo, you huffed at her annoying habit of putting you on the spot. “now you know i don’t mope over no dick.”

the silence was heavy as you waited for your friend to respond to your words. unsure why, anxiety crept up on you and threatened to take your life if she didn’t answer soon.

“bitch you is a fuckin liar!! you know that man got you by the clit! just tell him how you feel.” her voice held an all-knowing tone to it and you knew you weren’t getting out of this the easy way.

sighing, you leaned back in your chair and groaned. “he doesn’t have me by the clit and even if i did like him, he wouldn’t like me back.” you explained, thinking she would get what you were saying and let it go.

no.

“the math ain’t mathing. how you know big bird doesn’t like you?”

“girl...the nigga and i don’t even kiss!! it’s like a forbidden rule or whatever. and besides, keigo is definitely not the type to fall for anybody. let alone me.” you argued, annoyed that you were even discussing your feelings for this man.

turning around in your chair, you went to get up when you stopped, noticing the figure standing just in front of the open window.

“u-uh shit, girl imma have to call you back.” you spoke distractedly, ending the call without another thought.

several different things ran through your mind as your eyes anxiously took in keigo’s appearance. he had on his regular fit with a smug look on his face. like he knew something.

“yo-you didn’t text. why didn’t-? you usually text.” your emotions were in overdrive with all the possibilities of what could happen.

there was no doubt keigo heard you. part of you was hoping he wouldn’t say anything, but another part wanted to know what he’d say about your childish feelings.

“thought i’d surprise my baby bird since i hadn’t spoken to them in a few days. however, it seemed like i had interrupted something.” keigo spoke smugly as he stalked his way towards you.

lips dry, you swiped your tongue over them quickly before speaking. “whatever you heard, had nothing to do with you.” as pathetic as excuses go, that had to be the most pathetic one you had ever gave.

the energy that keigo was emitting, threw you off and the little laugh he gave at your response had you on edge. he had yet to mention anything about your conversation about him but he still remained as cool as ever.

stopping right in front of you, keigo’s wings spread, shielding your view completely as he dipped down to hover over you. gloved hands gripped the arm chairs and the shiny gold chain dangled in front of you temptingly. his hair was being pushed back by his glasses so he had intense eye contact with you.

“now, you know how i feel about lying baby bird. what did i say about that?” he taunted, his voice dropping to a low-even tone.

your voice was caught in your throat for a second at the intensity of the situation; a burning heat licking the skin on your body. “not to do it.” you whimpered submissively.

god, the way he could flip a switch in you like that was so...mind blowing and equally terrifying. keigo held you by the skin of your teeth and the scary part was that he knew it too.

humming in approval, one of keigo’s gloved hands skimmed over your lips. “so my birdie wants me to kiss her huh? not satisfied with my lips on other places are you?”

keigo had asked you a question but all you could do was whimper and shake lightly like the pathetic bitch you were. 

his avian eyes scanned you feverishly, for what; you didn’t know. “close your eyes for me princess.” he whispered, moving his hand to caress your chin instead.

doing as he asked, you closed your eyes and willed your body to relax. the texture of his gloves were familiar against your skin and you didn’t have to wonder much longer before you felt something soft against your lips.

wait...was keigo kissing you? too surprised to reciprocate the action, keigo pulled away much too soon with a smile on his face. with a shocked gasp, your fingers nimbly touched your lips in surprise.

“w-why? why would you do that?”

was he trying to pity you? entertain your foolish thoughts? toy with your emotions?

“couldn’t have my baby bird thinking i didn’t love her.” he answered honestly, stepping away from you and pulling his wings back.

still stunned, you tilted your head in confusion. keigo loves you?? what the fuck?

“i’d love to stay and make a mess of your lips, but i have to go back to patrolling. come by my place tonight when you’re done. okay angel?” keigo quickly said, making his way towards your open window.

not waiting for a response, keigo flew out your window and back to the streets of japan. and as you sat there in your chair, you couldn’t stop the smile that spread at the mere thought of what this meant for you and him.

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[guqin-and-flute]

The Soup Incident [Episode 22]

Random Jin Guy: hey u know ur sister

WWX: everyone's mom? best person in the world? beset by terminal heterosexuality? rings a bell

LWJ: i'm sure this is more important than a war

Random Jin Guy: something happened with j

WWX: [overrunning other line] I MUST GO MY MEDDLING IS REQUIRED

Random Nie Guy: oop there he go

LWJ: wow this sounds serious

WWX: what horrors will i find what trauma will this compound what cruelty will i be met with also how did i know exactly where to go

WWX: OH. YOU.

JZX: gross

JYL: oh an audience perfect i'm sure this will de-escalate things

WWX: can we solve this with castration? tell me we can

JYL: no thanks i'd still like the option if it's all the same to u

WWX: it's not let me remove his body parts

JZX: like i'd let u near me u classless hellion

JYL: listen life hasn't been like the greatest lately had a lot of shitty carriage rides i'd like things to chill out and by things i mean namely u in this moment can we go now pls i have an appointment to cry into my pillow that i'm missing

WWX: omg noooo i'll behave i'm here to support u i'll be impartial

JYL: i don't believe that for a single second tho hun

WWX: impartial to how mUCH BLOOD I'M GONNA GET EVERYWHERE HOW IS IT  EVERY TIME I SEE UR STUPID FACE I HATE U MORE fuck u u piece o shit

JYL: and there it is

JZX: [angry sleeve flap of disdainful eloquence]

WWX: wtf

JYL: yeah he's good at those

JYL: honey ur not helping urself here he beat the shit out of u BEFORE he marinated in dark energy for 3 months pls use ur words and ur brain

WWX: WAT DID UR SLEEVE SAY TO ME BITCH

JYL: can we just go pls i like to not be reminded of exactly how much stupid i willingly allow into my life

WWX: but shijie M U R D E R

JYL: inexplicably i still want to marry him so no thank u

JZX: oh look mianmian's here

MM: u fuckin bet i am u dipshit

WWX: wtaf is wrong with him

MM: ok listen LISTEN i know i feel u trust me

JZX: time to return to the arrogance corner

WWX: UR YOUNG MASTER'S A BITCH

JYL: a-xian  n o

MM: no he totally is u right

JYL: well then he's MY bitch :(

MM: why do i bother to stay up late to practice conversations with u if u don't bother to try all that time wasted am i supposed to cover for u now?

JZX: bold of u to assume u can but go for it still don't know why tf ur all here just wanna eat my soup

WWX: HEY I HAVE A FUN GAME IT'S CALLED HOW MUCH OF CHENQING CAN WE FIT INTO JIN ZIXUAN quick someone pick an orifice

JYL: gross

MM: tempting

LWJ: oh hey i'm here now i walk slow oh shit the nice jiang is crying who would hurt the nice jiang?

MM: ok so u know how ur sister makes soup?

JYL: i never really stop it's a little pathological at this point maybe i should talk to someone...

LWJ: oh more heterosexual antics wei ying's achilles heel best wait outside thank god Xichen is mostly functional and gay as the day is long

MM: so she makes soup right? 2 goes to you chuckleheads and the third goes to emporer perpetual foot-in-mouth over here

JZX: [buffering]

MM: jfc why do i even try

WWX: DID HE INSULT UR  S O U P ?!

JYL: sorta i am soup and soup is me

MM: so anyway

JZX: [overrunning previous line] HOLD UP I THOUGHT RANDOM SERVANT NUMBER 62 BROUGHT ME THE SOUP THAT'S NATIVE TO YUNGMENG WHERE MY EX-FIANCE GREW UP

WWX: ur in love with an idiot

JYL: i'm in love with an idiot

MM: I STG UR HEAD IS FILLED WITH JUST HAIRBALLS AND LINT HOW ARE U STILL BREATHING

MM: SHE MAKES SOUP. SHE'S THE SOUP LADY. ASK PEOPLE WHAT THEY THINK OF  WHEN U SAY YANLI AND THEY'LL SAY KINDNESS. A N D  S O U P . and her murder-brothers but that's not the point rn

JZX: ...u made me soup

MM: i'm so fucking sorry pls marry him i need a competent woman to hang around with i'm getting dumber by the day

WWX: seriously this guy u love this guy?

JYL: xianxian pls romantic idiocy runs in our family it's practically traditional

JYL: i mean...yes i have 2 coping mechanisms; soup and crying neither of them are working rn tho help i don't unlock righteous fury until level 25

JZX: wow she made me soup

WWX: of course she made u soup  u human inner-thigh chafe show us the flashback mianmian

MM: [off screen] oh yeah that roll the tape jeeves

[ENTER FLASHBACK]

JYL: i made u soup bb

JZX: ur not servant number 62 go fuck urself

JYL: wut

[END FLASHBACK]

WWX: NO FURTHER QUESTIONS UR HONOR

Random Jin Guy Who Brought Wuxian: perhaps this was a [cursive writing] Mistake™

JZX: ouchie i can twirly fight countless puppets can't dodge a punch of the life of me cultivation jesus that's gonna leave a mark

JYL: GOD I WISH THIS WAS MORE CATHARTIC how does this always happen? who raised this kid? oh right me

Group of Random Jin Guards: we are all well intentioned but ultimately expendable extras fear us

Random Jin Guard: UNHAND HIM FIEND

WWX: cool imma write u a song it's called Don't Care Didn't Ask Gonna Kill Everyone In This Tent Over Soup in b flat tootly toot here comes the murder flute

Random Jin Guards attacked by resentful energy: [keyboard smash]

LWJ: wait hold on that's his shit starting music has shit been started?? wEi YiNg

WWX: are u prepared for the journey i'm about to send u on little man

JZX: i'm actually good here thanks

[unintelligible teenage screaming]

MM: HEY LISTEN U CAN'T DO THAT MURDER IS BAD and i still like him i sympathize but like...u can't

WWX: the semi corporeal black smoke demons that sublet my soul tell me that it's fine sooo

JYL: a-xian if u kill him now i will have put up with so much bs for n o t h i n g

LWJ: take a deep breath us ur words what in the actual hell is going on

WWX: fuck u ur not my therapist

LWJ: u do not have a therapist never has someone so clearly NOT had a therapist except maybe jiang cheng

WWX: SOUP MURDER IS GOING ON

LWJ: wut

JYL: pls understand it's just as dumb as you think

LWJ: ... i refuse to let soup related crimes of passion be something my future husband is known for u stop that

WWX: THEN I'M LEAVING

LWJ: wow

JYL: we're both in love with idiots

JZX: am i still gonna keep getting soup?

[this is a thing i do sometimes so if you would like to see more...]

Scene suggested by @nagisachan1​!! (I’m so sorry I forgot to tag/credit you when I posted this!)

[watermelonsugawara]

I know Asahi is mild mannered but is it possible to get some nsfw jealous Asahi? Please 🥺

this has been sitting in my inbox fml!!!! imma do a lil hc and maybe a drabble we’ll see where tf it goes but THANK UUU for the request :’) its prob a lil ooc but like,,,, b nice LOL

enjoy !!!!

❥ warnings: obv nsfw bc thats how he makes me feel loool; cockwarming, spanking (exactly twice LMFAO), a little degredation for the hoes

❥ character: asahi x fem!reader

...

okay honestly jealous asahi is the hottest out of all of them LEMME EXPLAIN WHY

i think it’s pretty rare to get that reaction out of him in public JFKSJSJFJJF

he’s pretty level headed aka he bottles that shit up lmfaoooo

asahi knows his s/o is hot as hell, but he doesn’t feel insecure if someone talks to you,,,, at least not always

You’re a tiiiny bit of a flirt and it pushed asahi’s buttons a lil too much

sometimes he sees how someone makes you laugh, or stands a liiiittle too close to you

asahi hates it when he sees other guys looking at your body at a party or at a club

their eyes glued to your curves as if HE isn’t standing right by you,,, these boys got nerve smh you‘re messing with the wrong man

his throat starts to burn with anger, and his jaw clenches

BUT all he does is pull you close to him, holding your waist while eyeing the spectators to show them exactly who you’re with

bc hes like u know what? i’ll save it for when we get home

...

“Asahi, please I-” you begin before Asahi’s hand comes down harshly against your bare ass, and you can’t help but squeal. You don’t even know how long you’ve been sitting on his lap, but tears are starting to form at the corners of your eyes, you just want him to move.

“I know you didn’t just call me that,” Asahi growled, sitting back nonchalantly on the couch, as if his hard cock isn’t bottomed out inside of you.

“Daddy,” you whined, your hands gliding down his chest, feeling his abs tense, “Please daddy, I want you to move. I-I need it.” Another blow landed on your ass, the abused area burning from each spank.

“So now you need me? Quite a change from how you were acting like a slut at the club.” Asahi could hear the frustration in your voice, and a smirk crept up on his face. “You think one of those guys could stretch out your pretty little pussy like this?”

Your wet pussy clenched around him at his words, feeling the pink head ghost against your cervix. You were practically seeing stars as Asahi simultaneously took your hard nipple between his fingers, pinching and twisting the bud.

“Who owns this pussy, sweet girl? Tell me,” Asahi breathed, moving a hand down towards your clit to rub circles around the sensitive nub. You screamed out in pleasure, barely able to give him an answer. Asahi gritted his teeth as you clenched around him more. “Tell me who owns this pussy right now.”

“Y-You do! You own this pussy daddy, o-oh my fuck-” You cried out, cut off by the feeling of Asahi grabbing your hips and bouncing you back onto his hard cock, rutting his hips upwards to thrust into you even deeper. Asahi reaches a hand up, grasping your neck to pull you close to whisper into your ear.

“That’s right, baby. And don’t you fucking forget it.”

[khaleesiofalicante]

HI, IT'S ME! YOUR LOCAL CHAOTIC WEIRDO!!!!! I'M BACK AGAIN LIKE I AM TWICE EVERY WEEK

IT'S MY BOY DAVID THIS TIME! WHY AM I SO HYPER! MAYBE BECAUSE THEY KISSED! AND I HAD TO SUPPRESS MY SCREAMS BCAUSE IM IN CLASS AND THE REST OF MY FAMILY IS OUTSIDE MY DOOR (NOT LITERALLY OFC)

OK OK OK OK OK OK

MAX AND DAVID ARE AT THE LONDON INSTITUTE YESYESYESYES

He rather liked that part in a story – when the hero fell, and everything seemed bleak. It always meant that hope was just around the corner. Because darkness never lasted. It was always followed by light. There was nothing more beautiful than that kind of sunrise.

THIS

I literally live my life by this analogy

AHHH DAVID IS ON HIS TRAVEL YEAR AND MAX IS WITH HIM

SCREAM

well i can't scream because my mom is sitting right there and I have class in 4 minutes so imma smile really wide

“Are you planning to read the entire library during your travel year?” Max chuckled.

“Of course not,” David replied. “I will need longer than a year to accomplish that goal.”

Me.

Wait

does max not being able to make portals have something to do with his lineage?

like

demon parent

ok so my programming class started 2 minutes early but screw programming I'm gonna be studying minds not this shit

ok that's a very bad attitude for someone who needs good grades in this year

Max was always hungry.

this is so me

KIT

KIT

KIT

KIT

KIT

KIT

TY

THEY MENTIONED TY

also if David doesn't become an institute head in the future THEN WHAT'S THE POINT

“Where is the kitchen?” Max interrupted.

max is such a mood

He had told Max that he had centuries to perfect his magic, that there was no need to rush it. Max had given him a noncommittal nod and nothing more.

HE'S GONNA MAKE THE BEST PORTALS YOU'LL SEE

“I won’t tell the Consul,” Kit winked.

At the mention of the Consul, David straightened up. He had been trying to get into Alec Lightwood’s good graces for years now. He didn’t think sharing a room with his son would do him any favors.

DAVID UDUCDFUHKDUHVUHSDH

PLEASE IF WE DON'T GET A CUTE ALEC AND DAVID SCENE SOON

KIT CALLED TESSA MOM

oh my god

Word was that Mr. Herondale had gone back to his obsession with brewing tea.

JACE

I have so many emotions right now but all I'm gonna say is that I'm so so proud of Rafael

“Do you not want to sleep with me?” Max asked.

UH-

WELL-

DAVID STOP THINKING ABOUT THE FUTURE AND ALL THE SHIT

STOP IT

OH MY GOD THE ONE BED TROPE

MAX IS IN HIS ARMS I'M ABOUT TO-

takes a deep breath don't scream. everyone outside this door thinks you're taking programming class

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY

AWW JULIAN PAINTED PORTRAITS FOR THE INSTITUTE

The one of Will Herondale and Tessa Gray – A love that had transcended reality and lasted a lifetime.

The one of James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs – A love that had started with a lie and then blossomed into nothing but happiness and devotion.

The one of Lucie Herondale and Jesse Blackthorn – A love that had been so powerful that it rewrote the past.

The one of Jace Herondale and Clary Fairchild – A love that had walked through hell and shaken up the heavens.

And then there the final one. The one of Kit Herondale and Tiberius Blackthorn – A love that had survived distance and darkness and doom.

This omg...

He wanted a love story. The kind he read in the books. The kind he saw in these portraits.

But he wasn’t a Herondale. He wasn’t sure if he was destined for that kind of love.

HEY

DON'T THINK LIKE THAT

The first part though

same

He might have been a little too excited. It was biologically impossible to control yourself when you find a stranger reading your favorite book in the whole world.

SO TRUE

“I see you already made a new friend,” Max said.

He sounded a little…odd. As if he was not pleased that David had made a new friend.

honey...

take a guess

can I jump in and bash their heads together?

“You are thinking of conjuring chocolate syrup, aren’t you?” David chuckled.

“How do you always know what’s on my mind?” Max chuckled back.

Because I know you, David wanted to say. I just wish I knew what’s in your heart too.

OH MY GOD I CANT WITH THIS

“You get chocolate syrup! You get chocolate syrup! You get chocolate syrup!” Max was yelling, standing on the chair.

They residents laughed harder, and David shook his head fondly. He hoped one day Max would pursue a career in theatre. He was a born showman.

can I have chocolate syrup?

also, the way David is just so fond of him like DYUSDGYJCDYUJM

“By the angel, do you have to be a drama queen about everything?” the boy next to them muttered – not so quietly.

David blinked. That was uncalled for.

But Max being Max was completely unfazed. “Of course I do. My Bapa would be personally offended otherwise.”

exactly you rude little shit

Max often pretended like people’s words didn’t hurt him - just as he pretend that fire doesn’t burn or wounds don’t bleed.

wow ok stop calling me out

Is max jealous??????

is he??????

how are people so good at languages like damn

TY

TY

TY

TY

“Oh my god,” Max groaned. “Is he already telling people to check on me?”

LMAO

using mundane medicine...

that's risky

but it's also something that WILL help

can't warlocks tamper with the blood samples?

A part of him wondered if that’s why he had agreed to send Max away to London – at least for a week. Because sometimes you didn’t want other people to see you were hurting.

alec I really goddamn hope you're dealing with this well

some of whom had even decided to die than get help from a warlock.

alright then gets my knives but you chose this :D

Nobody brought a book down for breakfast if they didn't like to read.

yes but sometimes also to seem busy so people won't bother you or you won't look alone.

“I know,” the boy said as he walked past them to the gate. “I sat on the stairs and thought about life for a few good minutes.”

his family is the one who took over David's previous institute (i can't spell that. marse- marselli- wat??) methinks.

The gang always visited whenever all of them were in the city together. They would have so much fun! Of course, the 'fun' mostly entailed Rafael stopping Georgia from drinking random potions she found in the stalls, Selena stopping Lexi from opening a psychic booth to help people talk to Raziel and of course David stopping Max from running to the gambling booths.

LMAO, I CANT WITH THIS-

Rafe: I am anxiety.

me at any given moment

EW TESTICLES HE'S EATING THOSE-

ok maybe I'm the only person who's really picky when it comes to food and doesn't eat the majority of things

“Anything on Magnus Bane?” Max asked.

“No,” the woman snapped and shoved some of the letters into a bag and hide it under the table. “Leave Magnus Bane alone!”

“Appreciate your loyalty,” Max winked at her and started examining a diary.

I like her.

"Everyone should be participating in this" -my programming teacher

me, an intellectual: participating in what?? goes to the class web THE FUCK IS THAT

“Something for the shadowhunter?” the woman smiled. “Perhaps an unpublished snippet from the Beautiful Cordelia?”

“Do you have any love letters?” David asked.

“Hmmm,” the woman went through the pages. “I do have a correspondence between an Iblis demon and Christopher Lightwood? Would you be interested in that?”

if u don't mind I would love to see both of those-

you know I just remembered I have a computer assignment I need to submit by the end of this week fml

“Never fall in love with an immortal,” she giggled again. “We don’t like staying in one place.”

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

MAX WHERE ARE YOU

why are we using x and 3 in programming class what the heck is going on

“I’m not just some warlock,” Max said, his voice low. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

GIVE HIM THAT NECKLACE BACK

we usually have programming once a week on our physical school days and those are fun because my and my friend are continuously passing notes and talking to each other through writing

The scene where Max fought off all the evil people who tried to steal his valuable belonging. He would fight without breaking a sweat and throw magic fireballs at everyone and then get his necklace back. And then he would kiss David in front of everyone and it would somehow rain all of a sudden.

But life wasn’t a movie or a book. Life was just life.

life's boring

fuck life

I just heard a student ask "why are we not taking out the values of b and c" BESTIE I THOUGHT WE WERE DOING PROGRAMMING AND NOT ALGEBRA?????

“I know there wasn’t anyone to protect you before,” Magnus Bane had said. “But we are here now. We will protect you. This will protect you.”

He hadn’t wanted it back then. He didn't even want it even now.

He didn’t want something to protect him. Most importantly, he didn’t want to cover his scar. He didn’t want to hide it. He wasn’t ashamed of it. It wasn’t a mark of a victim. It was the mark of a survivor.

So, David had smiled and given the bracelet back.

“I never wanted to be protected,” David had replied. “I only ever wanted to be loved.”

The warlock had smiled at that and given David a hug. It had felt different than other hugs he had experienced since he had come to New York.

It wasn’t just the magic. Magnus Bane carried so much love inside himself you could literally feel it through him.

I'm gonna cry during my programming class (where we're doing variables apparently all of a sudden??)

this is so beautiful

“I wasn’t talking about Bapa,” Max said now. “I was talking about the other one.”

David chuckled at that. “Oh, yeah. He is definitely going to kill you.”

what flowers would you like at your funeral?

so Jackson has family troubles

I've definitely got that

yeah I know what it's like to be jealous of someone else's perfect family

JACKSON WTF

Is he trying to ruin max's relationship with his family???

oh hell no

JACKSON THE AUDACITY

“One stolen necklace, One broken nose and One bruised cheek,” he said. “And you’ve been in London for less than a day.”

kit seriously? but is he wrong though?

“This is what I get for falling for a Lightwood-Bane,” David sighed and walked through the portal.

WELL AT LEAST HE'S SELF AWARE

Jackson...

in some ways, I can empathize with him. my younger self anyway. but Jackson this is not how you do things

There was a moment of silence and then Magnus Bane giggled.

“I do love it when the quiet ones go feral,” the warlock grinned.

MAGNUS

NOT.THE.TIME

(me too)

“David!” Mr Herondale gasped. “Is your hand okay?”

yup that's Jace y'all

David hated violence. He hated fighting – which he was often not allowed to say out loud considering he was a shadowhunter.

But it was the truth. He hated hurting people – or even things. It made him feel sick.

“It’s alright, Chouchou,” Mr Herondale ran a hand through David’s hair. “Next time, just-”

“Use my words?” David asked.

“Just don’t get caught,” the man winked.

and that is why I would never want to be a shadowhunter.

I know saying that doesn't do anything but when I first read tsc I wanted to be a shadowhunter really badly and damn that was some time ago but now...violence of any kind is my biggest trigger idek why. and I hate that so much because what kind of a person gets triggered by loud voices and fighting EVEN ON SCREEN??? I usually just push myself to watch stuff because it's dumb. I refuse to see trigger warnings before reading a book or watching a show because damn it, I should be able to stand those things I'm, not a child. and it may be doing me more harm than good but I shouldn't feel like this in the first place

okay...that was long

ANYWAY

“David, I appreciate you standing up for Max,” the Consul said. “But next time, please try not to punch anyone in the face.”

“Yes, sir,” David nodded. “Because it’s wrong.”

“Because it means more paperwork for me,” the Consul groaned and then straightened up. “But yes. Absolutely. Very wrong. No punching people!”

LMAO ALEC

Jackson...

oh

oh

oh

I was wrong then

He was grinning. Magnus Bane must have raised hell in the shadow market.

that must have been fun

Max was doing that thing where he was not trying to pout but he was mostly definitely pouting. It made David want to kiss him. But then the Consul spoke, and David reminded himself he didn’t want to be the third person to get punched in the face this evening.

well-

“I understand that Jackson has been through a lot. But that’s not an excuse for him to hurt those around him. I learned that lesson the hard way. So, you shouldn’t excuse his behaviour.”

someone's trauma and pain is never an excuse to hurt others

but that doesn't mean we should invalidate their trauma either

“You can stay back and try to help him. I won’t stop you,” the man got up now. “But if he tries to hurt you-”

“You will unleash hell?” David chuckled.

“Worse,” the other man grinned. “I will unleash Lexi.”

that is much much worse

Books brought him comfort in so many ways. Just holding one in his hands automatically made him feel better.

oh my god

he gets it

I always have a book with me when I'm out even if I'm not gonna get the time to read it because just the weight and comfort of it in my hands or in my backpack brings me so much comfort and helps with my social anxiety so much

no one understands when I try to tell them that

you get it...

someone gets it finally

AYYY IRENE

“David, it’s very sweet that you want to protect Jackson,” Kit pointed out. “But literally no one is buying that. Not even Irene.”

The lynx purred on his lap as if she agreed with Kit.

“I could break into a liquor cabinet,” David said a little indignantly.

David is the nicest you can get

David wouldn’t. Apparently, everyone already seemed to know that - even the lynx he had met five minutes ago.

we are solving something in class and it's really quiet because we're all doing our work (I'm reading the fic so-) and this one person had their mic open and they kept on whispering their steps and it was so weird I cant-

BUT YES DAVID IS A CINNAMON ROLL. EVEN THE LYNX KNOWS

“We were talking about shitty fathers,” Jackson pointed out. “You’re welcome to stay.”

“I’m gonna need something stronger than red wine for this conversation,” Kit chuckled.

I remember that bitch

David used to do it when he was a child. He used to pretend his life was a story. He used to pretend everything that happened to him was happening to some other boy – a boy who wasn’t real. A boy who lived inside a book. Because it hurt a little less when you pretend like it wasn’t happening to you.

But the pain was still very real.

OK YOU CAN STOP CALLING ME OUT NOW

“I fucking hate ogres,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Was your father an ogre too?” Jackson asked.

“He was more like a harpy,” Kit snorted. “He was always flying and fleeing. I didn’t know how deep his talons were in my head until it was too late.”

you really like traumatizing all your characters, don't you?

I really fucking hope the ogre got what he deserved

and if the angel is dead then fuck everyone

“I mean, there was that time when Sebastian Morgenstern turned my father into the endarkened, and then he went around killing people. So, I would say he was more like a zombie,” the man was explaining now. “The zombie father tried to kill me but my brother killed him first.”

“Good lord!” Jackson said in shock.

Kit chuckled softly. “Boy do shadowhunters need therapy.”

they really do

He knew about those from New York. He knew Mr Herondale and Miss Fairchild went for one together.

YES GET THEM THERAPY

“Yikes,” Kit chuckled. “I’d prefer something classier. How about London Boys?”

“None of us are from London though,” Tiberius pointed out.

“The Beatles are not actually beetles, Ty,” Kit chuckled. “It’s just for pizazz.”

damn guys

Then the idea of a band turned into a possible YouTube channel where they would react to cute animal videos.

YS DO IT

“When people do awful things, really awful things, at one point we stop being surprised. Like what Valentine did to his children or what our fathers did to us or what those women did to Rafael. We might have been shocked or disgusted. But it wasn’t unrealistic, was it?”

“I guess not,” the boy said.

“Even when they did the most unimaginable acts of cruelty, it somehow managed to fit into our imagination. We accepted that the world can be unrealistically cruel. The kind of cruelty we will never understand. But why isn’t it the same for kindness? Why is that when someone is too kind, we automatically feel uncomfortable? We judge their intensions or think they are just pretending to be nice. We think they are being unrealistic. Why is that?”

we get so used to cruelty that kindness feels weird

“But that’s how our life works, doesn’t it? It’s a giant ball of what ifs and could have beens and if nots. What if my father had loved me instead of hurt me? Could I have been kinder if I was hugged instead of being abused? Would have I been a different person if not for my trauma? Our lives are an endless collection of theories about our real selves. The one didn’t we never had the chance to become.”

THIS

I used to spend a bunch of time on the what-ifs but those are useless. so screw the what-ifs and live in the present

“I guess we’ll never know, Jackson. None of us will never know how we would have turned out if things had been different for us. We never got the chance to be who were meant to be. Instead, we became who we had to become to survive what we went through. We will never know our true selves. We only know the version of us that made it through all the trauma.”

“Christ, that’s depressing,” Jackson said.

“It is,” David nodded. “But we made it through. We survived. I think we should focus on that.”

you survived. that's what matters

“There is nothing wrong with wanting to be rescued,” David smiled.

I wish I had heard this before...

maybe I don't always have to be strong. maybe it's ok sometimes just want to be saved.

I'm so happy that both Jackson and David found each other

David had learned Gaelic. Jackson had learned how to play the piano.

They had laughed and lived and loved and learned.

And they had survived – one day at a time. The London Boys.

they survived.

I know I'm always key smashing and screaming but these words, these lines, all these chapters mean so so much to me.

“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” David asked, hugging Jackson closely.

“No,” Jackson replied. “I will FaceTime you like a normal person, you weirdo!”

David laughed at that. “I prefer letters. They are more emotional.”

“I’ll text you,” Jackson countered. “With emojis.”

oh to have someone write me letters.

I love writing letters

once at the end of a school year, I wrote little letters to everyone in my class anonymously. even the people who had been mean to me. that was like 1-2 years after my transfer to that school and everyone practically hated me but I wanted to do something nice because who knows what someone is going through. I ended up not putting them in people's desks...

I threw them all away :)

but writing letters is superior

I often write my feelings down and give the letter to someone rather than talk to someone

if you receive a letter from me or a custom-made gift...you have reached my ultimate friendship

oh my god. THIS IS HOW I SHOULD TALK TO ONE OF MY FRIENDS ABOUT MY FEELINGS

It's kind of been a mess between us and I want to talk to her but I didn't know how to.

this is why i shouldn't send asks-

JACKSON CATCHING UP ON MAX AND DAVID

“You know what it means,” Jackson grinned harder. “Also, if that wanker tries to break your heart, I will break his face.”

“You know he is the Consul’s son?” David giggled.

“I’ve done it once and I will do it again,” Jackson shrugged. “He better treat you right.”

"wanker"

I HAVE A BRITISH ONLINE FRIEND AND THEY CALLED OUR AMERICAN ONLINE FRIEND A WANKER

AND OUR OTHER BRITISH FRIEND JOINED IN

WHILE ALL THE NON-BRITISH PEOPLE WERE LIKE "huh"

Lexi had cut her hair even shorter. Her girlfriend apparently got something called an undercut.

“Just in case someone dared to assume we were straight,” she had winked at him.

how many years has this fake dating been going on...

CENTURION SELENA

fterA the twins went to bed, David stepped out of the institute and went looking for his heart.

"went looking for his heart"

OH FUCK I FORGOT TO JOIN MY CLASS

MAX STOP DEPLETING YOUR SELF GODDAMN

And then somewhere along the way, Max’s heartbeat had become the steadiest thing in David’s life.

Max, with all his chaos and drama and danger, had become the steadiest thing in David’s life.

oh my god that's a parallel from canon

“Tell me why.”

“Ain't nothing but a heart break!!"

Max-

Max could make fireballs that killed demons on the spot. He could summon things from anywhere. He could heal people with his eyes closed. He was one of the youngest warlocks allowed to visit the spiral labyrinth.

Max was a warlock in every sense. A good one. A great one even.

he is so talented...

Only idiots would underestimate Magnus Bane’s power.

EXACTLY

He is probably going to be Consul like next week.”

David chuckled. “Next week?”

next week????

“Yeah, his smoking habits,” Max rolled his eyes.

Rafael wasn’t the smoker in the family. He knew who it was, but David would never open his mouth. It wasn’t his secret to tell.

this keeps on getting better

“It’s my hair!” David laughed.

“And you’re my David!” Max argued. “I say you are not allowed to grow your hair.”

MY DAVID

MY DAVID

MY DAVID

“I don’t want to downworld-splain it to you.”

Max blinked and then laughed. “You don’t want to what?”

“Downworld-splain,” David mumbled. “It’s when shadowhunters explain downworlders how to be downworlders.”

they were SO close to kissing

I'm gonna get in there and lock them in a closet together and tell them to FUCKING GET WITH IT

Remember who you are. Remember where you stand.

remember who you are. remember where you stand...

I know this is supposed to be about portals.

OH MY GOD THEY KISSED

THEY KISSED

IM SO CLOSE TO SCREAMING CLASS AND EVERYONE OUTSIDE THIS ROOM BE DAMNED

OH MY GOD DAVID FELL

reminds me of when alec fell down the stairs-

OH MY GOD I'M GONNA SCREAM

WE'RE GONNA GET MORE MAVID CONTENT SOON I'M SCREAMING INTERNALLY UYDRVFY7VSDU7UYVFSDUYGCADUYIGJCDSHJKGDVCSUGISDVHVF

ok, I have a computer assignment to get to and tests to study for. BUT I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO MUCH!! THEY FINALLY KISSED I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!

Also I know I tend to go off track and you can totally ignore that. i just go crazy. BYEE

This live blog gives me so much life you don't even know. I am go glad you enjoyed the chapter. I love hearing you rant about it. It's refreshing lol.

And I looooooove the lil anecdotes you share in between. Also wtf is a programming class like nobody wants to learn programme what kind of hetero nonsense I-

FINISH YOUR ASSIGNMENTS AND STUDY FOR YOUR TESTS I'LL SEE YOU SOON :)

[dinogoofy]

I'm back darling~ this time I'd love sth for Cassie & her female bestie 😁 bc the xmas is near so Imma give u these prompts: 'I’m a grown adult. I don’t want to take a picture with Santa Claus', 'Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?'. Have a good day!

Had a ton of fun with this one, hope you enjoy!!!

Cassie Cage x F! Reader

Meeting the parents- I mean, meeting Santa.

----

It was a cold, quiet morning in your apartment. You were enjoying a warm cup of coffee in the early hours, a cheezy hallmark move playing on your TV as you try to work yourself into the holiday spirit. It had been a long year. Your phone dings once, but you ignore it, too focused on who was going to marry Santa. When it kept going off you finally checked it with a sigh.

Cassie-lassy

Hey

Hey, can I ask a favor?

Stop watching Christmas movies and answer me

Cassie was your best friend, but you weren't sure if you liked where this was going.

How did you even know that?

Anyway, whats up?

My parents are throwing a Christmas party this week and are hounding my ass about a date.

And?

Do u think u could pretend to be my gf, just for a day? Just to get them to leave me alone.

You almost choked on your coffee when you read the text. Damn, hallmark movie coming true? Your heart fluttered a bit. Cassie was your best friend. You didn't have feelings for her! That was ridiculous. All she needed was a... friend-to-friend favor. Plus, her dad was super rich, they were totally going to have good food.

Sure, when?

Uh, today good?

The lack of planning was exactly what you should've expected from Cassie. You laughed and drug your hands across your face, she was so lucky that you had the day off.

Bleh, ok. Ur dad better have some good food.

U bet ur ass! Pick u up at 6.

You laughed, and slowly picked yourself off the couch. You hoped that you still had an ugly sweater somewhere in your closet.

The time flew by unfortunately fast. You were rushing to gather your things as Cassie at outside in her 1965 red stingray corvette, (with a mako body) you loved that car so much. You couldn't help but geek out everytime you see it, but alas, there was definitely no time for that today. You frantically locked your apartment as you ran down the steps.

"Sorry I'm late!" Cassie laughed as you got in the car, and that awful flutter feeling returned. Oh no. This is not happening.

"Its chill, I doubt Dad will care if we're late to his party anyway." Your eye twitched, smile still wide on your face. You liked to be on time no matter where you were going, and by the look she was giving you you knew that Cassie said that just to annoy you. You rolled your eyes at her as she took off, the rumble of the car's engine instantly calming you.

Damn. You had never seen a house that big. As Cassie rolled through the big gates you continued to gawk at the beautiful architecture.

"I knew your dad was rich but, seeing how rich he is... is..."

"I know right? He moves into a new house almost every 6 months almost. Each one is bigger then the last one." You felt light headed just imagining how it must feel to have so much money. By the time Cassie parked and the two of you walked to the big doors, you could hear people loud and clear inside the house. This was way different then the tiny little Christmas reunions you were used too.

"I might throw an arm around you and call you nicknames a bit to make it seem legit, are you ok with that? I'm already asking a lot by getting you to come with me in the first place, the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable." You laughed.

"Cassie it's fine, all that comes with the 'pretend girlfriend' package." She sighs in relief, knocking on the door.

"Just making sure."

The door opens after a few moments, Cassie's mother answering the door, delighted at the sight.

"Cassie you made it just in time! Your dad just got his Ninja Santa costume out of storage. You should- oh, who is this?" You shyly waved, face flushing more from the situation than the cold. You were glad you were already blushing when Cassie links her fingers through your own.

"Mom, this is my girlfriend." Her mom's face lights up, but you would be lying if you said her obvious military posture and build didn't intimidate you. You introduced yourself and shook her hand with your free hand, making sure to shake with a firm grip.

"Its great to meet you. I was wondering when Cassie was going to bring someone home." Cassie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as you awkwardly laughed. Her mom, Sonya, invited the two of you in. Your jaw almost dropped at the inside of the house.

The house was incredibly decorated. Wreaths, lights, an army of elves on the shelves, everything you could think of that spoke Christmas. A giant buffet on the right side of the room and a giant tree in the center of it all.

"Holy shit Cas," you wispered, she giggled squeezing your hand.

"I know right. They overdo it every year."

The rest party was amazing. You met many of Cassie's friends and family friends from the special forces. Kids were livey and running around the place. Even though the mansion and beautiful and intimidating, everything seemed to speak family to you. Every once in a while you would catch Cassie staring at you, but she would always wave you off, face flushing. It couldn't be an actual blush though, this was all an act, right?

"Ho ho ho, Ninja Butt-kicker Santa Claus has arrived!" A voice boomed from the center of the room. Adults laughed while children screamed with delight, booking it towards the gaint tree. Cassie sighed in embarrassment.

"I was beginning to wonder when dad would show up." You tried hard not to laugh when you dragged her to the middle of the room, catching a glimpse of her dad's "holiday spirit".

Kids hopped on his lap one by one, telling him what they want for Christmas, and (probably thanks to their parents,) each one was giving the wanted present and a fake ninja-star. You had thought every child was given a present and taken a picture, so surely he was going to "retire" for the night, right?

"Ho ho ho, Santa thinks that one, special little girl has yet to take a picture." He looked straight at Cassie and winked. She immediately recoiled.

"No. No no no. I'm a grown adult, I don't want to take a picture with Santa Claus." Everyone chuckled around the two of you. And Sonya walked over to push her into the center of the room with her dad, camera firm in her hands. Cassie sent an embarrassed look your way as she was forced to sit on Santa's lap.

"And what would you like for Christmas Cassie Cage?" Cassie looked like she wanted to melt away form her spot. Only answering because she had to.

"I don't want anything Da- Santa." Her Dad let out another Jolly, fake laugh.

"Sure you do! Santa knows everything, you know!" He hands her a small box, and winks at her.

"You know what Santa wants for Christmas? Grandkids." The crowd laughed, and your face immediately flushed a dark red, Cassie almost looking the same way. She covered her face as she hopped off her Dad's lap and speedwalked back to you without even opening the box.

The rest of the party went by so fast, and before you knew it, the two of you were walking back to her car in the cold.

"This was a ton of fun cas," She laughed, you wondered if she knew that you were still holding hands.

"Yeah, I'm glad you came with me. Sorry if my parents were a little overbearing." You shrugged, letting her know that it was fine. The silence after was unbearable. You wondered for a moment if you should ask her out. The party was nice, really nice, but it was honestly just because you were 'pretending' to be her girlfriend. You think she might've thought so too. You opened your mouth to speak, but she beat you to it.

"Hey, so, what if we made this whole... 'fake girlfriend' thing, a 'real girlfriend' thing?" You blushed, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.

"I think I'd like that." Her face lit up with a smile, squeezing your hand back. She stuck her hand in her pocket, and looked surprised for a moment, stopping in her tracks to pull out the box from earlier.

"I forgot about this thing."

"Mabye you should open it?" She let go off your hand to gingerly untie the bow, taking the lid off the box and tucking it underneath it. Her face flushed.

"It's mistletoe." Your face flushed in return. So thats what he ment. Cas started to nervously mumble something, closing the lid on the box, but you held a hand over hers before she put it away.

She instantly kissed back when you leaned in to complete the tradition. The gentle moonlight kiss becoming the only Christmas miracle you needed.

You were definitely living in a hallmark movie.

[ryuichirou]

I really don’t understand the story of /tw/ in general. People are using them so much and for everything: it’s so fucking annoying and ridiculous! They even put it for food!??! If we should follow their silly reasonings, TV should put a content warning for every single fucking thing, even food programs. And what’s even the point??? Cause surely I can’t get it at all.

I feel like new generations are pretty much spoiled, so used to live in a crystal cage that expect the whole internet/world to be ready to adapt at their poor and fragile sensibility at any moment. This is a fucking joke, I swear: these (most of times underaged) persons don’t know shit about life, and it shows so much.

The only content that should be tagged is 18+ or NSWF (whatever they call it) content, and that’s totally enough: if they find a page where the creator says there’s the kind of content they don’t like they should just move the fuck on and ignore the page, instead of being angry or flustered because not every content is specifically made for them or doesn’t align with their sometimesboringwhenitcomestoantis taste. But even if they find a pic in their tl about something they don’t like, what’s so difficult in blocking the artist and just ignore the thing? If a pic is able to ruin their whole day, well I guess there’s a serious psychological problem behind the surface. If their sensibility is that much fragile that they need a tw for every single thing, they either need to stop using internet or contact a therapist to resolve their issues imo. If their life is so empty that they can’t stand some artists making a drawing of something they don’t like or that somehow triggers them (Awwwww poor things, as if I give a shit🙄) they should start going out more, experiencing some fresh grass or hanging out with some friends.

I’m so done of these persons making a fucking dictatorship on the internet, feeling allowed to say whatever the fuck they want cause “buhuhu, how dare u hurting my poor soul so bad!!!!” Who the fuck cares? Who the fuck are you??? You are literally noone to me, I don’t know you and I don’t even wanna know you: I make this content for myself in first place and eventually for every one who shares my tastes. Don’t like it? Well, I don’t give a damn and I don’t feel sorry at all: internet is a goddamn free place, where you can find everything. Didn’t mommy and daddy told u that? Welcome in the world, hon! But imma tell u a secret right away: you have the right and the POSSIBILITY to ignore the content you don’t like (WOW!), keep scrolling (OMG!!) and especially leave artists/content creators the fuck alone, you spoiled child, cause yeah the world doesn’t revolve around your tiny ass.

Am I being harsh? Yeah, I know. But I’ve reached my limit with this thing, and this is exeedingly ridiculous.

As a content creator myself, I totally understand you guys. I love you, I love the content you produce and I’ll keep supporting you forever.

Omg Anon look at us getting all mad over this thing haha, but yeah. It’s pretty much exactly how you described.

While I do understand that food isn't exactly what I draw and I understand that people have different limits to what they want and don’t want to see, it’s impossible to consider every single thing that might affect someone. I think it's people's responsibility to manage their own timelines - that's what I do constantly because there's a lot of stuff I never want to see in my life. Maybe it’s us growing up in a completely different internet space (and time…), maybe it’s a matter of taste, but unless it’s an example of severe cruelty or realistically rendered rotting piece of flesh, i.e. something that could legitimately scar a person, I’m sorry, but I can’t see myself tagging these types of drawings… It’s not even graphic, it’s just an anime boy head with some blood on it, you can’t even see the cut and you wouldn’t stop to think about it twice. I redrew a screencap with Eren's arm being bitten off where you can see meat and even the bone, and there, for some surprising reason, nobody said anything. Is it because it was in the manga? I don't know. Zeke's flying head was also in the manga. I plan on redrawing Eren cutting off his leg and eye poking properly this time, it's also fucking graphic. Most of the time I don't even know what tags to use (the mushroom drawing with poorly drawn holes and barely any shading that people enjoyed complaining about - what the fuck did I draw? Body horror? Because I don't consider this child scribble body horror, one of the prompts for the month is actually "body horror", so this wasn't it. It was just a creepy thing, somewhat gross), and if I were to use most of them, like I said, it breaks my posts.

My overall blog has a warning (a poor one thanks to the symbol limit which is mostly eaten by me screaming about the prohibition of reposting my art), and I think it's more than enough.

I can live without people constantly going "what", "wtf", "no", "nah", "the fuck/hell", and whatever unoriginal comment they can come up with under my drawings. If you have nothing to say, then shut the fuck up, how about that. I'm sorry that my art is somewhat popular, and people see it.

Anyways. Thanks a lot for your support and love, we appreciate it a lot <3

[kilibaggins]

so I loved your last post with parents Murphamy but how about mpreg Murphamy

Somebody request a Fic of these Headcanons so I don't feel bad writing something that not a Request 😂😂

OOOOO OKAY OKAY

I was hoping someone would ask this 😂😂

THE ENDING IS SUPER CHEESY WOW

Okay so, I'm not really used to Mpreg so I googled some stuff and like... Imma do the whole "Another Hole Opens When Pregnant" thing... Lol

Mentions of Abortion Consideration and Almost going through with it. Spoiler Alert: No actual Abortion.

The way it is written is not meant to shame or belittle anybody's choice. It is simply to show what he could choose to do, and what he Personally does.

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Murphy is the one who gets Pregnant

Hes like "the fuck" cux hes never heard of this happening before

According to Abby it's a very rare case that happens with some people who are born on the Ark.

So he was born with the ability to do this

They didn't know

He gets prego.

And wow Murphy is TERRIFIED

He doesn't want to tell Bellamy because well... He's just scared

He doesn't really have a logical reason to being scared he just is.

Abby convinces him that its better to talk about it now than actually wait until his stomach starts growing.

She also brings up Abortion as an option.

Murphy is actually surprised that Abby would suggest it, without Bellamy knowing first, it's like she wouldn't have cared id Bellamy had a day or not.

Which I guess Murphy technically decides Bellamy's input doesn't matter that much, considering he takes the pills Abby gives him, then throws them up immediately after.

He realizes he personally couldn't do that to his future child.

He sees this as a fresh start.

A chance to do what his mother didn't do; care.

Murphy has no clue what he was thinking when he ended up in front of Bellamy's tent with the empty Pill packets In hand.

He has no clue what he's doing when he opens the tent flap and walks in.

Bellamy is sitting that the small desk they moved in there for the many

Murphy gulps and takes a drop breath and Bellamy is scared immediately.

He looks at Murphy hand and sees the packets and his stomach drops.

"Wh- What's that Murph?"

"I didn't go through with it."

They end up taking for a long time that night about it.

Murphy probably apologizing a million times for even thinking about taking the pills.

Bellamy reassuring him and telling him it's alright, he'd never force him to have this child.

The actual pregnancy is so hard.

Murphy's body (obviously) isn't exactly built completely for carrying a child so he gets really weak at one point.

Bellamy is like 1000000X more Protective.

He scares the shit out of Miller one day by getting in his face all pissed off

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"

"I- I was just asking him to move over so I could get through."

"Goddamn Babe, Chill."

Bellamy will steal pillows from the medbay when people aren't using them to simply make his tent as comfy as possible for Murphy to be.

C U D D L E S

Okay wow I wanna write so much but I'd have to write a fanfic. I might do it tbh.

Bellamy 100% thinks it's a girl.

Murphy is adamant that its a boy.

Everyone just agrees with Murphy because

1.) Murphy is already scary normally, let alone when he's hormonal.

And 2.) They just think hed know Best since hes actually carrying the kid.

Ut it's mostly Number 1

When it actually comes to the last two months Murphy is forced to stay in the Medbay because hes too weak

Hes too skinny, even though hes pregnant as fuck.

Abby says the baby is taking as much nutrients as possible and Murphy body just naturally doesn't gain fat easily so it's harder.

Murphy is already calling the kid "little parasite".

"He's a little parasite ain't He?"

"SHE'S a little parasite."

The actual birth is terrifying because it's a month early because There were complications with Murphy's body starting to give out.

Bellamy was freaking out the whole time. He Basically ran through camp to go find Clarke and scream at her about the baby coming

(Just had the funniest thought. Picture Bellamy like Manny for the Ice Age movies when his wife is pregnant. He just runs around screaming about the baby coming for a few minutes.)

All the lasting delinquents are trying to cram into the small hallways outside of the room.

Which isn't easy.

LITERALLY THE HALLWAY IS SO FULL IT TAKES BELLAMY FOREVER TO GET THROUGH

like excuse me y'all?? Father coming through?? FUCKING MOVE.

But turns out Bellamy was worried about getting there fast for no reason because honestly Murphy was basically chilling other than the pain.

He wasn't even freaking out, just reacting when he was in pain, and thats it.

Okay, let's be honest. Murphy is freaking out. Just not Outwardly.

He asked Abby to spew a bunch of facts about Male Pregnancy to him so he could concentrate on that instead.

The birth is fairly painful, and dangerous.

Especially considering its a month early, and in Male Pregnancy usually the baby needs the whole amount of time because o how much harder it is.

All of the delinquents are literally never going to mention the crying they hear.

Never. They know they'd die before the word "Murphy" came out of their mouths.

After a long ass time the delinquents hear a babies cry from the room and they all applaud like idiots.

Abby smirks at Murphy when she checks to see, and sure enough.

It's a boy.

Murphy just uses that against Bellamy forever after this but let's not go off topic.

They name him Alex. After Murphy's Dad, and his middle name is Aurora for Bellamy's mom. Yes. He was a "Girls" middle name.

Bellamy And Murphy say fuck your gender roles.

Murphy's the first to hold him and dear God the SPARK IN HIS EYE.

"Hehehehe... H- Hey lil' Parasite."

Bellamy Basically dies and just sits there staring at them both.

The first person to hold him outside of those two (and Abby but let's ignore that)

Is Octavia. She actually cries when she sees her Nephew for the first time.

And then she cries more when she learns his name.

Fast Forward to when Murohy is actually healthy again, and can actually move.

Theyre the most protective parents ever.

Murphy makes sure to threaten people a lot

But also hes super loving and will just hold his baby all night if he has to.

Everytime his fathers name was said before, John Murphy would get violent, depressed, pissed off.

But now he hears the name "Alex" come from the father of his child's mouth. And all he can think is Love.

[starrysamu]

OK... OK I think I'm ready to talk about this chapter. "he reached his arms above his head as he stretched, his hand casually reaching over to wrap around your side. another groan escaped his lips." I take it back I'm not ready he's too much on bro can u even imagine? The JAHDJARKANS I HAVE A LAB IN AN HOUR IMMA BE SO DISTRACTED OH NOOOOOOO. the wash of familiarity just keeps getting stronger!? With every chapter and there's a line near the end that's something... lemme find it.

+ "you swore he was looking at you like you were the 17 year old girl he fell in love with, like you’d never even left off with one another, like you’d never even broken up" YES OK THIS. it's just back to them. And it feels exactly like they never left but it feels so unforced and natural cuz your pacing is incredible Oof.

+ “not how you were acting this morning, in bed - ” when I say I screamed 😳😳 I'm getting FLUSTETED again but the banter is, as always, on point. It'sm.. Ugh like I said before, they know each other inside and out so he knowwwwws exactly what buttons to push. He can read her, she knows why he's pulling her away for a break... hhgnnnn I'm so scared to find out why they broke up cuz it could be so volatile but it could also be heartbreakingly natural

+ "and despite it all, you looked up anyways, only to see him matching your gaze." OK this is my favourite moment of this chapter. Cuz she /Knows/. She says it herself! It would be like romcom!! And yet!!!! She does it anyway!!!!!!!! THATS PINING BABEYYYYYY abdjansh but its so subtle and gracefully done and the buildup is painfully slow, the imperceptible tilts, half imagined shifts closer...

+ Hgnnajdnandkwbfkadh you do tension like no one else remy darling and u have blown me away once again. I'm Unprepared for the next chapter because Feelings are going to be Had and they're gonna be Had by Me

bitch .... oh my fucking god the way i just GASPED OUT LOUD. i literally like. LOST MY BREATH like there’s a hand still over my mouth because i am just SO SHOOK RN ..... 

UR KIDDING RIGHT. I’M LITERALLY SHAKING PLEASE OH MY MF 

I LITERALLY HAVE LIKE THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE I’M ABOUT TO TEAR UP TOO PLEASE TELL ME UR KIDDING I’M LITERALLY CRYING YOU REALLY CAME BACK TO SAY THIS - 

i like. am speechless. i really don’t even know what the heck to say like i’m just so in shock rn i don’t have any words other than thank you but that’s not even gonna do it any justice as to how i’m feeling rn like i can’t believe you went to handpick lines omfg 

HHH OKAY THE STRETCHING GOT ME TOO LIKE . i wanted to be yn so bad please i cannaught even imagine that happening to me irl i think i’d combust also I’M SO GLAD THE PACING WAS GOOD half of the time when i first put it together it’s all choppy and then i have to go back and smooth it over so this is a huge huge relief 

and i’m really trying to make this like to where they know each other inside out and so it’s like i’m trying to describe it all really subtly so it weaves in well without (again) it being choppy 

HHH WRITING THAT LAST SCENE HAD ME SHAKING like i literally rmr telling jac i hate writing kiss scenes bc all i can usually say is their lips touchy touchy and i sat there looking at it for like. thirty minutes. before i was like okay i need to just post this so out of all scenes to pick i am SO HAPPY you liked that one because i just had so so much trouble with it for no reason 

HHH PLEASE KEEP UR EXPECTATIONS LOW FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER IDK HOW I’M GONNA RECOVER FROM THIS 

MOO !!! i’m still in shock but i am oh so unbelievably grateful that you took the time to read it and respond to it with so much detail!!! thank you for supporting it (and me) since day one like wtf i’m just so in shock rn 

[drabblesanddreams]

hey, idk if you’re currently accepting requests but imma try anyway. can u do a scenario with chuuya and his fem!s/o where mori had assigned her to a mission that requires her to stay at the ADA for a while. most prolly bc a new mutual enemy showed up in yokohama. chuuya is agitated and scared bc his gf and dazai had a long history together and they havent had a closure yet and its clear that dazai still loves her. so chuuya would have to ask for assurance from his gf. make it extra angsty! 😂

omg hi!! I loved writing this request so much so tysm for sending it in! Though im not sure its the kind of angst you were thinking of i hope you enjoy it regardless! Also super sorry for finishing it super late, hope yall enjoy!

My kofi link if you wish to support!

TW: just arguing tbh��

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: What happens when you are sent off to work beside a certain ex-mafia member who you share an unresolved history with but your currently with chuuya?

“Hat…check…gun…check…” you mutter to yourself as you recount each of the objects that you had packed for your latest mission. “So, what exactly am I missing, then?” you still feel like something was off however, like you forgot something important. You scrunch your eyebrows together in deep thought as you tried to pinpoint what exactly you were missing. You couldn’t afford to forget anything that might come of use, for this upcoming mission was of high importance.

A new group had recently arrived in Yokohama, threatening the dual existence of the ADA as well as the Port Mafia. This shared threat meant that both organizations had to work together, at least until the threat had been wiped out.

That was where you came in, you had a certain history with one of the members, a history that painted you in a good light which was exactly what the Port Mafia needed in order to establish a functioning alliance.

On the other hand, both you and Mori-san weren’t foolish enough to think that this history meant Dazai trusted you, per se. He was a complicated man with an even more complicated way of thinking who was smart enough to know that trusting someone was one of the most foolish things you could do.

But the fluttering feeling you felt in your stomach was a strong indication of just how nervous you were to be working alongside the handsome brunet once more. You knew how sly he could be with his words, how he could get deep under your skin and make you question things you were so sure about before. You wanted to bury your past in the deep end of your mind, to never resurface again and haunt you. Regardless, your fling with Dazai ended a long time ago and you were now with-

“Hey,” the sudden sound of another individuals voice breaks you out of your deep thought and you blink haphazardly. You straighten up from looking over your backpack to see Chuuya standing by the door, hand seemingly hesitantly placed on the frame, gripping it a little too tightly. He stares at you solemnly, a man just as caught in the spirals of his mind as you were.

“Hey,” your mouth curves into a smile, happy to see your boyfriend before you were due to head off, “What are you doing here?” Chuuya was required for a different part of this mission, and though you were confused to see him you wouldn’t say that you weren’t happy.

“Got you somethin’” You watch as he pulls a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. You smiled warmly at him before accepting the flowers and burying your face slightly in order to inhale their sweet scent.

“You didn’t have to,” you comment, though very much happy as you temporarily place the bouquet on your bed so that you can later place them in a vase. Every day without fail he presented you with a big, bouquet of red roses. The colour as rich and passionate as the foundations of your relationship with the ginger mafia member. It was sweet, really, and never failed to make your insides flutter with affection.

“But what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to already be gone?” you question, turning around as he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly and burying his face in your neck.

“What?” he snorts before planting soft kisses onto your neck, “I can’t see my beautiful girlfriend before she leaves me for another man?” you roll your eyes at his comment, moving back to slap his chest lightly, “Haha, very funny Chuuya.”

He returns to your neck and you’re distracted momentarily as he continues his previous actions. Light sucking, sensual kissing, tender licking, pleasure fills you as you flutter your eyes shut and loll your head back, letting him have even more access to your neck.

“Say it to me then,” he murmurs, and you hum, still too lost with how good his mouth feels on your neck and how his hand was gripping your hip.

“Say what,” you whisper back, and he stops his mission of decorating the skin of your neck with his loving kisses.

“That you don’t still love him,”

You huff, “Love who?” wishing he would just go back to making you feel good.

“Dazai.”

This catches your attention and you open your eyes, moving your head back to look at him in his eyes. Even now up close, the blue of his eyes is breathtaking to you, though they are now set hard with something you can’t quite identify.

Anger? Frustration? You have no idea what it is but its setting you off slightly.

The two of you never mentioned his name, not when it included the context of your previous relationship with said man. Later in the day, you would wish that you did, after all, maybe it wouldn’t have led to the conversation that the two of you were having now.

“What?” you ask, forehead creasing in a state of confusion.

“C’mon (Y/n), I think we both know what’s going to happen when you leave,” he states icily and you blink, shaking your head as you move backwards, sneering ever so slightly, “And exactly what’s going to happen?”

He rolls his ocean blue eyes at you and you cross your arms as you wait for his answer, “I seriously have to spell it out of you? It’s not cute playing dumb anymore doll,” your eyes narrow at his words.

“What the hell’s your problem?” you asked, confused and a tad hurt by his passive behaviour. You had no idea why he was acting like this; you watch monetarily as he strides further into the room and turns away from you. You have the faintest clue though, “Is this seriously over him? How many times are you going to keep bringing this up?!” you ask in indignation

His nostrils flare as he spins back around to face you, “Yes,” he confirms and you throw your hands up in frustration, “We both know that you’re still in love with the suicidal basted.” You wince at his words, you never thought that he would throw the fact right in your face. But his next words shamelessly cause your heart to skip a beat.

“And we both know he’s still in love with you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ Chuuya, unresolved history doesn’t mean that I’m still fucking in love with him!” you exclaim in pure frustration throwing your hands around as you turn away from him and sit back down to your bags on the ground.

“It does though!” he claims, jaw clenching as his voice raises to a shout, “You can honestly tell me that you feel absolutely nothing?” he snarls following you so that he can meet your scowling face. You almost want to shy away from his blazing fury. Chuuya has always been a hot-headed fool, but to take it on you over some insecurity…

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do Chuuya?!?” you yell, throwing a piece of clothing at him as you stand back up, “What, do you want me to just quit the mission? Maybe move to another city so I never have to see him?” your eyes spark with fury as you continue, “O-or no, you know what? Why don’t I just move to another fucking planet huh?!” you scream.

“I knew I it, I knew you still had feelings,” he shouts back, knocking back his hat slightly so that he can run his hands through the orange strands. You shake your head in disbelief, “But I’m with you because I love you!” you cry out and he stares at you from underneath a heated gaze.

“You seriously have no trust in me? After everything?” you ask, as you stared at him in confusion. You didn’t understand how he could react to you in that way, how he could question everything the both of you went through.

A moment of silence finally overtakes the both of you and you stare at him, breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath.

His gaze darkens, his voice dropping to a low tone, “Yes.”

You flinch at that, eyes welling up pitifully as if he physically assaulted you. You try blinking it away to no avail and instead glare at him hatefully, letting the tears well up as the hot white-anger fill you to the core. All you want is to claw at him, to see him bleed and wail as pitifully as you feel right now.

The only sign betraying the resolute anger you felt was the quiver in your bottom lip. Your breath hitches as you slightly nod in resolution, “Get out,” you whisper.

He stays put, however, and instead fixes you with a hard glare.

“Get out!” You shout furiously, reaching for the bouquet of flowers on the bed and hurling them in his direction, the tears finally spilling down your face, “And take your stupid flowers with you!”

And he did. Leaving you behind with a broken heart and a hollow feeling that you haven’t felt in a long time.

[kpopblurbs]

alright some salt to the wound,, imagine you just started dating jae not long ago, probs a few months bcs y'all never actually got FREAKY freaky u feel? so u thought he'd be goofy or sum shit right bc of how he acts and he just doesnt look that intimidatingly strong,, until one day he's just frustrated from sth at work, comes home to you (in that outfit in the pic u gave me the link to) n u never rlly realized how fixated you were on his hands until you see them (1/?) - hand kink anon comin thru

(2/?) okay at that point you see your boyfriend all very frustrated which was unlikely of him and u gotta admit, he's sizzling hot), and u realize his hands were damn attractive. his pale complexion was contrasted by the red in his knuckes and fingers, veins bulging as they were on his neck and forehead. n ur like lowkey highkey worried so ur like "bby is everything okay?" n he's like fuck no,,, he's stressed frm work and all tht shit - hand kink anon

(3/?) but to add salt to HIS wound, not only the stress from work but also you. usually seeing you made him relaxed and at home, but when he came home that night and saw you in a very cute but inviting nightgown, he was far from being relaxed. it fuels to his fiery emotions and he's like no, he sits on a couch and motions u to come over n u do, u sit on one of his thighs as he brings his grip over to your throat, barely ghosting over it as he tells u to ride his thigh - hand kink anon

(4/?) and so you do exactly that, with his very delicious looking fingers holding your throat with just enough strength to showcase his dominance. you start off slow and teasing and it did not amuse jae, and he tightened his grip by a little bit as a warning and you completely ignored said warning n continued to tease the man. he wasn't having it. he g r o w l e d,,, "so you wanna be a brat? think that's really a wise decision, whore?" and just grabs u by the throat,,, - hand kink anon

(5/?) n sort of gets u up n kinda maneuvers to "throw" you to the bed n u were like holy fucking shit this man is kinky wtf,, ur skin burned by the lingering feeling of jae's fingers n the rings that adorned them but u burned even more by the sight of ur bf hastily undressing his navy button up, throwing it elsewhere, leaving his jeans (that had deliciously provided you some sweet pleasure earlier) on. "all fours, sweetheart. now.", the loving petname contradictory to what he'd called u earlier

aight yk what imma send it off anon (6/?) his tone was nothing like your usual sweet loving goofball of a lover, and u were honestly scared (though also excited n curious) of what would happen if u disobeyed him. so u get on all fours, bending your back slightly to give a nice pop of your ass which didnt go unnoticed by jae obviously. another growl could be heard, "guess u rlly do wanna test my patience huh, baby?", before a long silence ensued n u were confused bcs why the fuck is he so quiet??

(7/?) n u were confused bc wht the fuck did u do? some booty poppin aint gonna hurt no one, but OHOHO was mans pissed. the silence was starting to get weird before a loud thwack was heard booming through the air before you could register the impact on your ass, immediately realizing it was from jae's hand. holy fucking shit. that was rhe harsest ass slap you've ever received, and you fuckin screames at that shit bcs of the shock n the overwhelmingly pleasurable pain,,,

(8/?) and the smacks carried on for a bit and if u were to say u didnt enjoy it would be a fucking lie. after he was done, u knew ur ass would be red and purple. and just as u were about to let your figure slump against the soft bed, you felt his fingers weave their way through your hair and tugged, with moderate force to keep your stance upright like it was before the whole process but not too hard to bald you. goddamn did that turn u on.

(9/?) then he finally takes his pants off and you sneaked a lil peek n holy fucking shit u saw a long boi in that shit. he wasn't rlly on the girthy side but god damn he was as long as a fucking flagpole ngl,, it was so red and hard and angry ngghhhh,,,, "your little cunt right here is alrdy dripping, it better be a good vice for my cock, hm?", he'd lowly groan before sliding in oh-so-graciously. it actually was perfectly fitted like a vice, it felt heavenly in u. he started to pick up his pace,

(10/?) his pace soon became one that was animalistic and brutal, hips snapping back into you with such force that could ram your head to the wall tbh. so he snakes his hand to your neck, grabbing it again as he pressed his thumb and index fingers against the sides of your throat to cut off blood flow, making you feel lightheaded, adding to the overwhelming pleasure of the good dicking from jae. it certainly didnt take u long to cum, but it did for him as he finally came,

(11/?) he finally came after drawing out two orgasms from you, still with his hands wrapped around your neck. you were completely exhausted but you were worried-ish bcs fuck ur bf never did this,, not even close,,, so u were like "babe r u ok???" n he was like "yeah just tired, did i go too rough on you? i'm sorry" n ur like "no don't be, i like this side of you anyways ;)" and whoops there we go,,, IM SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO LONG AKSNKSK even tumblr disapproved im so so sorry :((

[onepunchmiss]

OPM S2e11 Live Blog

“The Varieties of Pride”

I left work an hour early just to watch the episode sooner and of COURSE I GOT STUCK IN TRAFFIC FOR AN HOUR because the universe BE LIKE THAT. But guys holy shit this is the second to last episode of the season. So much shit is about to go down. I’m eerily calm and concerning myself soooo uh without further ado I’mma WATCH

As always I’m watching from the perspective of someone up to date on the manga and web comic!

Ok so we’re picking up exactly where we left off, but I mean how could we not, really? And Garou still looks beautiful and I still cri evr tim KEK Glasses looks SO out of place like his fists arent even raised when everyone else is pointing a weapon ar Garou like dude?? Every time Garou laughs I gain a year of life btw, also god damn he’s really drawn SO WELL here, pls pls pls treat Genos with the same respect my bby boy pls 

“Where are the S class heroes” oh dear be careful what you wish for…………………. asdfghjkl “any kid who heard you would be so let down” IDK GAROU ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT. ARE YOU. ohohohOH OH OH THE STAIRCASE!!! THE CRUEL STAIRCASE!! AH ok opening theme who it gon b this week 

ASDFGHJKL  A CHIBI GAROU IN THE OPENING IM IN LOVE 

Oh no these flashbacks are going to be heartbreaking, but at the same time I cant not see a bunch of Geryuganshoops asdfghjkl ohhh oh no Garou no Garou is literally me I was that child this is personal and it hurts stopppp I just wanted Wile E Coyote to catch road runner once JUST ONCE I was SO that kid  im- also what the hell kind of show is ‘Justice man’ why does the monster sound so sympathetic like, IM JUST TRYING TO STOP OCEAN POLLUTION TOO yall fuck just Justice Fire Kick me to the face too i guess 

AAAAAAAAA IM SCREAMING GO MY BOY KICK ASS THIS IS LIKE THE EXACT MOMENT WHERE GAROU OFFICIALLY EARNED MY COMPLETE RESPECT IN THE FIRST PLACE THEY THINK THEY GOT HIM AND HES JUST LIKE WELL ACTUALLY FUCK YOU IMMA POWER UP BITCH AND I AM LIVING SEEING IT IN MOTION MY BOY asdfghjkl”like im not allowed to have one? talk about discrimination” son I love you THIS IS AMAZING THIS WHOLE THING IS AMAZING 

BEHOLD the exact moment u shit ur metal pants, fool

IM JUST SCREAMING THIS WHOLE TIME I DONT HAVE WORDS THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ANIMATION IVE SEEN ALL SEASON JC STAFF DOESNT SUCK THEY JUST POURED 100% OF THEIR TIME INTO THIS FIGHT 

WHOAH calm the fuck down there smiley face man?? I’m SO GLAD they made him look crazy a bit cause I honestly didn’t even notice him just nonchalantly suggest to kill him the first read through, holy shit fuck ????? 

THIS IS JUST SO GOOD IM SCREAMING HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT TO SCREENSHOT EVERY SINGLE FRAME ITS ALL SO GOOD 

WHAT IS THIS

WHAT IS THIS

A GLASSES FLASHBACK 

I THOUGHT IT WAS AN OMAKE OR???

WHAT IS THIS 

WHAT

OH MY GOD HIS VOICE?? IM,,, BABY NO AND SAITAMA??????????? WHAT THE FUCK AM I WITNESSING RIGHT NOW  

AND THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT LIMITS ST O P 

SADFHGJKLKJMHNGBFVCXCVBRGHNTYMJ<KUMJYNTBRVECWRVTBYUMIKMYNTBRVECVBTNYUMIYNTBRVECVRBTNYUM

I CANT BELIEVE THEY PUT THAT IN THERE WHAT THE SHIT FUCK 

OH GOD

I THINK IM GONNA LITERALLY CRY THIS SCENE GETS ME EVERY TIME I READ IT LIKE I JUST REREAD IT THIS MORNING BUT-----

oh no its happening. im crying ok oh dear lord 

I just…. love him so much … holy shit… ah the laugh, +1 more year life, and again oh no im becomming immortal ahhhh

ASDFGHJKL FUCK “YOU GOT ISSUES BROTHER” GODDAMNIT U READ MY MIND GAROU PLS

Oh my god. The voice sound effect here. just everything about this. Oh my god. I’m so shook holy shit shit ----- ‘Oh your still alive’ WELL ILL TELL U WHAT I AM LIVING RN SO YEAH oh no and Garous little slightly heartbroken hand gesture as Tareo screams and runs and then he just starts limping away gasping for water and then 

ASDFGHUJIKL GENOS 

WAIT CAN SOMEONE GIVE GAROU WATER FIRST THO 

I DONT KNOW IF IM EXCITED OR HEARTBROKEN RIGHT NOW HELP the MUSIC is so INTENSE and GENOS LOOKS SO COOL IM SO FULL OF EMOTIONS AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS CONFLICTING OH NO 

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THIS ANIMATION HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD EVEN THE STILLS OF THE SMEAR FRAMES LOOK FUKKIN AMAZING GOD DAMNIT

wow ok saitama and king right ok gonna pause and give my heartrate a second to come down holy shit. I’m gonna watch and rewatch this episode 2000000 times I know it oh my god. phew. ok. ok. moving on 

Saitama just keeling over and SCREAMING is me 24/7 HOLY- omg I’m dying thank you opm for being a glorious mix of BADASS and PEAK COMEDY ASDFGHJKL WHAT IS THAT FACE SAITAMA this is so good. How long have they been there playing games anyway?? Aww King being concerned for Genos’s safety thats so sweet?? Also Saitama worrying very subtly I love them so much I cri 

AH THERE GOES MY HEART RATE AGAIN OK asdfghjkl THE watchdog Man movements!!! LOOK!! SO !! COOL!! Ouch ok I love seeing Garou smile but not while pinned to a tree like that no nope I dont like it not one bit oh no 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THERE IT IS THERE IT IS THERE IT IS THERE IT IS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ohhey its flowey undertale 

ASDFGHJKL OK Genos looks so cool I just IM so GLAD im just so happy I cant Also IM LOVING ANIME GAROU WITH THE RED its just SO GOOD  phew phew asdfghjk just EVERY SINGLE SHOT OF GAROU IS SO PERFECT EVERY. SINGLE. ONE 

BANG ASDFGHJKL BANG OH MY GOD I WAS SO CAUGHT UP I FORGOT wtf this music is so funky i love it??? Holy crap??? 

This looks soo good I am alive I am living is this the thrill of life ?? ? Oh my god. This music is killing me this is so intense, I don’t want it to end here. Bang is also drawn SO BEAUTIFULLY here everyone in the whole episode is WAIT

WAIT

I DO NOT REMEMBER THIS FLASH BACK 

THIS IS NEW 

OH NO 

ASDFGHJKL GODDAMNIT SOURFACE 

One, Murata, JC, why did you do that. that was cruel. It hurts. i wasn't prepared. I mean im never prepared but like ESPECIALLY not for that just tear my heart out just tear it out i dont even need it please just JUST 

oh no, you cant end the episode like that 

please come back 

wh-what about my favorite dopey bird man

please 

wha

what am I looking at what is this end card “The wiping of the disciple’s butt” is that really how thats translated?? What a fukkin roller coaster 

So this was by far my favorite episode of the season to date. I know a lot of people were worried about the animation quality and just overall quality JC staff has been putting out thus far, but I think it’s clear why the rest of the season has been average majority of the time. They spent. All the time. And budget. on. This. Episode. Every Character looked beautiful. The animation was fluid, not too blurry, not too flashy, well paced, and with high quality art. I just. Oh my god. I’m in denial right now that the season only has One episode left. Just 24 minutes more. Until WHO KNOWS when. Whos gonna cry with me next week? pls im gonna need like 100 shoulders my weak heart. ahh shitttttt

Side Note: DID YALL HEAR ABOUT THE OPM GAME COMING OUT??? I swear I JUST had a conversation with @joyandeggs last week about how they could make a game and what it should/could/would entail, AND LO, I HAVE BEEN BLESSED 

June 2019 is a BLESSED month for me regarding OPM the past few weeks have been an OVERLOAD

[in-tua-deep]

This ask was going to be too long so imma have to split it up! 1. Hey! I think your headcannons and your writing are just so, so, so fantastic! I've been lingering around the fandom for some time now and this blog has really had me hooked! Wanted to know if you had some headcannons on Allison? I have a lot of questions regarding her and her powers, but also her career? Because? She's? A? Movie? Star? And? International? Celebrity?

“2. Like, we hear just a sliver about her work, about the romantic comedies and such, and we know she’s enough of a name to be hounded by photographers at premiers and to be talked about by gossip mags, but what level of celebrity is she? Because people don’t seem to always recognise her when they’re walking around in the city, but she is established as “super famous” and Vanya calls her “one of the most famous people in the world”.“

“3. What has her career been like? How was it starting out after everyone knew her from The Umbrella Academy? Did she ever win an Oscar? Is Patrick also an actor? Does she ever get discredited for her career due to her powers? How much did she really rumor her way to the top? I know I’m throwing a lot at you, but yeah, just wanted to know what you thought about it!”

Allison!! gotta love Allison, i have no idea about some of those questions rip honestly i think some part is just,, they live in a populated area. That could be Allison Hargreeves who is supposed to be on the other side of the country, or it could just be someone who looks like her idk. I also,, admittedly don’t know enough about celebrity lifestyles since i don’t follow actors for the most part oof BUT i can provide headcanons anyway!!

so first and foremost: I think that baby Allison learned very quickly that there were solid rules she couldn’t get around and as long as she operated within those rules she could get away with almost anything. And the top rule, the untouchable rule, was hammered into her as soon as it was revealed what her power was: Don’t rumor Reginald Hargreeves

and yes i do believe that this lesson was hammered home with pain the first time Allison opened her mouth to her father and “I heard -” came out of it. You don’t rumor Dad, or else it isn’t going to be Klaus who has the story about the broken jaw being wired shut (maybe it doesn’t even have to be broken)

and since Grace is a robot i don’t think she’s capable of being rumored, and so there’s that threat hanging over Allison’s head when Grace shows up. He made Grace to deal with Vanya’s powers, but he’s always been a multitasker. If it’s discovered that Reginald has been rumored, he has a backup immune to her powers to punish her.

Allison, as a child and definitely to some extent as an adult, is manipulative. She knows how to get what she wants, and she knows that she wants to be safe. Which is part of the reason, I think, she latched onto Luther the way she did instead of any of her other brothers. Luther was the golden child, their leader - he a) had at least some level of their father’s favor and was the most likely person in the family to be able to stay his hand should something happen and b) was in charge of the mission and as such could have Allison take the safer or less gross jobs as he’d want to protect her

I mean, I definitely think she was genuinely fond of him from the start and everything, but those calculations definitely factored in with why exactly she started to favor him so blatantly over the rest of her siblings

i think she was pretty content with her life right up until she saw her first movie or flipped open a magazine and saw glamorous actors and actresses and was like “i want that. i want to do that. i want to be at the top of the food chain where no one can hurt me or order me ever again, and i have all the power” because Reginald is pretty much the only one she’ll take orders from, though she does accept Luther’s orders more often than not (she has rumored her siblings before without a single ounce of guilt - in fact, rumoring her siblings used to be a part of her training until it got dangerous)

so when she leaves home, she does so glamorously already with a lead role waiting for her that she may or may not have rumored her way into getting. the world may never know.

and she keeps going. she needs some rumors, doesn’t need others, because Allison genuinely is a very good little actress. She’s been playing manipulation and walking the line her entire life, she’s good and that deserves to be recognized

and then she meets patrick

and she falls in love

and it’s real. I don’t think she rumored Patrick (I think that little ‘I heard a rumor you loved me’ thing was a nod to the comics, where Allison rumored Luther into loving her. The wording is loose and almost naive, she doesn’t specify romantic or platonic or familial or whatever love idk) I think she actually did her level best to NOT rumor patrick

because at the end of the day what Allison craves above all else is something real 

so she falls in love with patrick. they date. it’s hard, because it’s one of the first times that she actually has to make an effort. And Patrick is charmed by that! He thinks she’s wonderful, and Allison undertakes her biggest role yet: making herself the perfect romantic partner for Patrick. Because she loves him, and she doesn’t want to lose him, and she doesn’t want to take the chance that all her jagged broken edges and childhood trauma would scare him off

and they get married, and allison doesn’t invite her siblings because she’s still scared he’ll see how broken she is from her childhood and her broken siblings and want to call the whole thing off or something i don’t know. but she doesn’t invite them. it’s a big huge wedding, and some of them send her congratulations and everything, but none of them come. She doesn’t know whether to be relieved or heartbroken

and then she has Claire! Beautiful magnificent Claire, and Allison loves her so much her breath is stolen away at times. But she’s not good with Claire the way Patrick is, she panics when Claire cries and doesn’t know what the different cries mean. She goes to mothering classes and feels like the worst person in the world because it doesn’t come naturally to her, and if it doesn’t come naturally does that make her a bad mother?

But Claire grows up, and Allison gets more and more stressed about her worth as a mother because the only parental figures she had were: Grace, a literal robot who never got tired, never got angry, and was literally programmed to be the perfect mother for them all. and Reginald, who ruled the house with an iron fist and ignored her on the best of days and paid far too much attention to her on the worst and she constantly wavered between wanting both of those things.

and she didn’t tell patrick about any of that, so he’s oblivious to her growing distress because god damn none of the Hargreeves excel in communication 

the first time Allison rumors Claire all she can feel is guilty relief. Because Claire is happily playing with no sign of the tantrum she was about to throw and Allison is frazzled because she’s trying to deal with being a mother on top of not giving up her acting career and she’s tired and stressed and doesn’t feel like she can talk to patrick about it because the last time they talked he suggested she take a break from her career and she needs her career and just - 

She only does it a few times. Not many. Not enough that she thinks it warrants an intervention or anything - just when Claire is being so difficult and Allison is so tired and - 

(she maybe does it more than a few times)

and Patrick finds out. And they have a big fucking row over it. and Allison promises not to do it again because she loves Patrick (Patrick asks Allison with betrayed eyes if she ever rumored him and she can proudly tell him no but - he looks at her and she realizes that he doesn’t believe her and that hurts unbelievably a lot)

and she manages, for months, to not do it. To deal with Claire’s screaming tantrums and not rumor her. And it’s HARD

but then she’s reading Claire a story, and Allison is so tired and strung out, and Claire is demanding another story and won’t go to sleep and it just - it slips out. A habit she’s trying to train herself out of. And of course the one time she slips up Patrick is right there and - 

They’re getting divorced. They’re getting divorced and Patrick wants full custody of Claire - he says he doesn’t trust her around her own daughter anymore. And it would be so easy to rumor him, to make all of this go away but - isn’t that what got her into this mess? The fact that her go-to solution is rumoring whatever she doesn’t like? She accepts the judge’s decision. She goes to the therapy. She works on being able to get back to her daughter.

then reggie dies and the whole thing happens and Allison goes home and

suddenly the goal of being a good mother mixes with learning what a good family looks like and so Allison decides she’s going to make an effort and be a good sister for Vanya. And old habits are so easy to fall into (she snaps at Allison when the wound of Patrick not letting her speak to Claire is still so raw, falls back and aims at the weakest target to make herself feel better and she hates herself for it) but she vows to do better

this got really long so i’ll cut it off here but if u want more like,, present day or no apocalypse allison or her relationships with her sibs feel free to ask for those this was just mainly aimed at before canon Allison lmao