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[loriane-elmuerto]

"What was their initial slogan?" "Rebuilding America's healthcare system one healed bone at a time." "Jesus Christ, who came up with it?" "If you wanna be funny about it, take it up with Veronika. It was her suggestion." "Better not. I like my face as it is. Though can't say they're failing at it." — a conversation overheard at the town leadership meeting.

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TLOU: Camila Watson / Veronika Franko / Erin Scott (belongs to @shellibisshe)

[wonton4rang]

Pleasee do firsts with Leehan <333

HIII <33 OMW!!

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i love u 3000 ¡!

pairing: leehan x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, fluff, some angst maybe, kissing.

summary: short scenarios of firsts with leehan.

note: this is a series, you can see the members that are done here. <3 pd. i didn't check this so if it has any typos, please lmk and i'll correct them asap !!

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first time he realises he's in love; i have two sides for him, i feel like he would either know right away that he likes you, noticing how his heart pounded faster when you were around, how he got nervous each time you looked at him even though he tried to play it cool, how he would look for you in a crowd unconsciously, or he would just don't realise at all, everyone knows he would literally kill for you but he keeps thinking he just really likes you... as a friend. but i think he would realise he's in love w u with something random, like he would give you his gummies or simply ditch an afternoon with his fishtank to be with you. only then opening his eyes wide and covering his mouth with surprise before saying "oh my god, i think i like her" yes, leehan, you like her.

how would he confess; tbh i feel like he wouldn't make a big fuss about it. he would buy you something he knows you like, a chain, a keyring, anything material that can last (not flowers or chocolates) so it can be a token of the confession he made to you, whether you accept his feelings or not. he would call you over to his place or probably to a park or a place where there was just the two of you, he would go straight to the point, smiling with his eyes first before saying a soft "i really like you, can you give me a chance to be your company?" his hands were shaking when he showed you the prettiest keyring you've ever seen and how could you say no? you also liked him very much !! a soft kiss on the cheek sealed the contract.

officially dating w leehan; i feel like it would be the most normal yet abnormal thing ever. like he would be so chill, just cuddling you on the couch while watching something on the tv and then he would suddenly look at you a say "what if we went hiking? i think the weather is nice for it!!" and you would just roll your eyes and laugh a little bit before saying "it's 93F outside, baby, we would roast to death". he would be the type to always have his hands on you, it could be holding your waist, playing with your hair, just resting on your thigh or even around your shoulders or playing with your fingers, but he would always find a way of having physical contact with you. he would rather have food delivered to your place and eat while talking about each other's days instead of cooking because you both were tired.

first kiss; there are so many ways this could happen but being honest...? i feel like he wouldn't directly try to kiss you first because he didn't want to make you feel pressured so he just kept certain distance. the problem was that he got so used to keeping his distance that he didn't notice when you finally were ready, basically ignoring all your tries to initiate the kiss you've been longing for a few days. it gets to a point were he finally notices because you pout after he kissed your cheek and he goes like "what's wrong, y/n? didn't like that one?" and when you nodded with your head to confirm his words, he laughed a bit before giving you a small peck in the lips, that being your first kiss with him since you guys started dating about a month ago. and it didn't end there, because when he saw your cheeks flushed with that pink blush, he couldn't help it but kiss you again, this time properly, taking his time to kiss you goodnight.

first time he wanted to do more than just a peck; kisses with leehan were never pecks, it was an actual kiss, lips moving at a pace and sometimes your tongues met too, but that was it, you guys never really made out or touched each other up like animals. well, that until today because when leehan felt your back against his crotch he felt like he was going crazy, you were cuddling together on your bed, ready to sleep, but leehan would start to hold your thighs, pressing on the skin before softly kissing your neck and get close enough to your ear to whisper "i want to kiss you, baby" and tbh you could feel the boner against your body, your pussy clenching when you finally turned to face him and he took you in for the most explicit kiss ever. tongues tangled, saliva being shared and you humping him while he softly grinded against you. after you both got off, Morfeo held you both on his arms until the next day.

first time meeting your family; from what i know about leehan i think he wouldn't be too nervous about it. i feel like he would want to make a good first impression so he would ask you about your parents likings, he would ask you if they liked fishes or gummies, or basically anything he liked so he could bring it up. he would try to help cooking but would end up getting a cooking class by your dad that made them bond more than you would think!! he would be himself all the time, maybe not that loud but definitely not hiding his true self because even if he wanted to, it would be too difficult. i can see him saying "next time i come here will be with our wedding invitation" your parents would just laugh and you would try to pull him away before he finished it off with a "and i plan my next visit to be very soon!!" even though you were ashamed, all you could do was laugh. your parents loved him, in fact, he would go to their place to just chat or have a meal because he loved your dad's cooking skills !!

first time w leehan; the only thing that comes to my mind when i think of this is the word "comfortable". like i feel that everything would be so lovely and warm, his smile making your heart feel soft and your nerves go away, his fingers would lovingly trace your lines, playing with your hair while he kissed you with so much care you actually felt gone for a second. he would prepare you so good, his fingers fucking your wet cunt to make sure you are ready to take his cock before he actually goes in, kissing your pussy and leaving a long lick there before going back to your mouth and place and open kiss there "can i go in?" he would ask and after you said yes he pushed in slowly, going all the way in and the tracing it back. the way he fucked you, so deep and nicely, it felt so personal, so romantic and yet so dirty, the way his hair got messy, his lips looking abused because you bite them so much, the explicit sounds of your wet pussy and his hard dick making you squirm under his touch before you finally came undone, he came too, almost right after you. he would look at you for a few seconds, his dick still deep inside your cunt, he would laugh and kiss your lips, laying besides you before saying "wanna go for a second round?" well damn.

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this is the keyring he would give u :(( you guys have matching ones and carry them everywhere with the little fishes and flowers oh my 😭😭🫶 even the "confession letter" and some butterflies, i need one of those asap.

[marikosenwrites]

bungo stray dogs dating headcanons

a/n: note this is for all dazai ranpo atsushi chuuya and akutagawa (in that order) simps <3 my bbys they're all short

warning: names called, kind of ooc(?)

gn!reader

dazai osamu

✧this guy is head over heels for you

✧literally

✧will protect you in anyway possible after losing odasaku (sobb)

✧let's say you're in the agency so he sees you like almost everyday

✧you're the motivation that makes him go to the agency??

✧asks you to do a double suicide with him when you least expect it

✧you say, "some time."

✧DAZAI POUTS SO HARD

✧you chuckle, and ruffle his hair.

✧suddenly. he sits on your lap leaning his head on your shoulder-

✧SLEEPS the day goes by so quickly, and soon, it's already time to get off work and go to dinner with him

✧so you wake him up, "'samu? you said you reserved a table at the restaurant nearby, right?"

✧he jolts up excitedly. "yeah, i did! we're leaving, kunikidaa~"

✧you wave to kunikida on the way out and head for the restaurant

✧yall have a great dinner <3 and head back to the dorm, whereas you and dazai share a dorm!!

✧you take a quick bath and so does dazaiii he is so unbelievably fast

✧he sleeps like a koala. you're his tree.

✧you sometimes almost suffocate and then you wake up and kinda move dazai away from you

✧he grabs tighter.

✧shit ya gonna die but...

"n/n... don't leave me...stay..."

edogawa ranpo

✧you accompany ranpo on any case possible, if kunikida lets you go with him.

✧often times he does, and you're grateful for that

✧though there was this one time that you couldnt accompany ranpo on his case because you had to go for an urgent mission kunikida assigned you

✧he ignored you for so long 😭

✧"r-ranpo... i'm sorry, i had to attend the mission..."

✧he doesn't reply, unlike his usual self

✧you just hug him from behind and hand him a snack, a gesture saying that you're sorry

✧eventually he gives in and leans into your hug

✧you guys chill on the couch while eating popcorn

✧"y/n, y/n, do you wanna hear how the world's GREATEST detective solved today's case?" he asks you enthusiastically (is there a typo)

✧as a good partner, OFC you say yes then he rambles on and on while you eat popcorn and occasionally feed him some

✧you guys soon head to sleep

✧not after you guys take a warmmm bath together in your bathtub, though

✧as you tuck him in, you also give him a big kiss on his forehead, like you always do

✧and get in the bed yourself

"mm. much better. night night, sugar."

nakajima atsushi

✧this guy is so soft for you

✧protect him please and thank you

✧though ofc he wouldnt want you to face akutagawa by yourself

✧that's the only thing he wouldnt want you to protect him from

✧though, it would be nice if you protected him from kunikida's wrath of hell

✧he would come and find you to get to work, if you aren't already living together already

✧you guys walk hand-in-hand to the agency or if you live far, you guys meet up at the train station

✧he sits next to you or near to you in the office

✧kunikida's always complaining how he's always talking to you to his therapist (if he has one i feel like he needs one though)

✧is always paired with you on missions

✧"n/n! are you sure you're okay?" atsushi asks you worriedly.

✧"atsushi, i only bumped into a mannequin by accident-"

✧"are you sure??"

✧you OFTEN need to reassure him that you're fine and it was just a small scratch or something like that

✧he asks multiple times during the day and when you guys sleep he's just like searches for scratches that you're hiding not very obviously cuz he's worried

✧likes holding you when you sleep and you just lean into the crook of his neck like <333 you help him get rid of his nightmares

"good night, n/n... sleep well..."

nakahara chuuya

✧best fucking partner i swear

✧head over heels for you part 2

✧is kind of worried about protecting you if you get targeted by the public

✧only kind of though *wink wink*

✧his ability can protect you well and protect the city

✧if you ever get missions, asks you to send all the files to him just in case you go for more than a day and no one knows where you went

✧"baby, make sure to send me the files before you leave for the mission, alright?"

✧"mhm... i'll make sure to send it tonight, then. just in case i forget tomorrow morning."

✧you don't get lost too often though so he doesn't get to shine TwT

✧when you do though, chuuya gets very very worried and heads to the location to find you

✧always checks if you're okay, if you're heavily injured, fights the guys in like one minute and he's done and then carries you back to pm hq

✧if you're not as heavily injured but still injured (which is often the case if you're lost), still ends the guys in one minute and gets a bandage out of nowhere

✧when he gets home with injuries

✧you get to place kisses on them no matter where they are what they look like

✧sleep with you asking you if you want the big spoon or small spoon

✧you often choose the small spoon

✧rare occasions are that chuuya is heavily injured

✧you and chuuya sleep peacefully <3

"good night, doll. sweet dreams."

akutagawa ryuunosuke

✧akutagawa is clueless about almost everything in a relationship

✧except for that you share affection, i guess??

✧you're always paired with him in missions

✧if you're not akutagawa demands a refund from mori lmao

✧he has gin teach him on the basics of relationships, like what you should do while sharing affection and stuff

✧when you're hurt in a mission he picks you up with rashomon no matter what or how bad your injuries are/injury is, he doesnt care and you need care immediately

✧after picking you up kills the bad guys like "RASHOMON!" that kills them "HOW DARE YOU HURT Y/N?!"

✧"ryuunosuke?? it's only a scratch??" you looked confused to him.

✧"any wound is a fatal wound for you. you don't have an ability, y/n." he states bluntly.

✧you would just kind of bonk his head (so cute omg) and then be like "hmph"

✧he prepares an actual bath for you with bath bubbles and all

✧refuses to join you though he's not used to being completely uncovered in front of someone, even his family/lover

✧after a lot a bit of convincing, you manage to get him in the bath tub with you, relaxing

✧you guys finish bathing with some relaxing in each other's arms

✧he sleeps with a shirt on def but with like boxers on only though

✧he feels better with the shirt cuz rashomon

✧he cuddles you like he's protecting you and stuff

"i love you, y/n. always know that. good night."

a/n: also hoped you liked this! you're always free to request, as long as its in my abilities and i have the time.

©all banners, dividers, and stories are made by marikosenwrites and the pictures in it are from pinterest. i own none of the BUNGO STRAY DOGS/BUNGOU STRAY DOGS/文豪ストレイドッグス characters mentioned here.

[multifandomslxt]

YAY!!!! I AM SOOO HAPPY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AHHHHHHJRIOWRIWIER LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOO

Okay so I was wondering if you could write up a lil sum about reserved reader who keeps to herself yet finds herself in a poly relationship with Haechan and Yangyang. She isn't a loner by any means. She has her solid group of friends but she doesn't really go out besides to work, the gym or grab lunch with her friends. She's just super introverted. I wonder what that dynamic would look like among the three of them. Maybe you could write about a specific scenario like them encouraging her to dress up and go out with them to the club i guess BUT THEN OMG WHEN SHE FINALLY AGREES they think she looks soooooo fine and shit in her short ass skirt or dress WHATEVER and they bend that ass OVA

FUN GAMES

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N": I'm so sorry this took so long anon. I wanted it to be good and I was having writer's block. I hope you enjoy<333 SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS :)

Pairing: Yangyang x Haechan x afab!Reader

Warning: SMUT!, slapping, mentions of spit and C*m, daddy, degradation... That is all I can remember.

"Just wear it," YangYang, your boyfriend of three years, pleaded.

His face was red, and his hands moved about in understandable frustration as he had been trying to convince you to wear a short dress for the last 10 minutes or so.

"But it's-" you began to protest, finding another excuse as to why you didn't think it's a good idea.

"C'mon, doll, don't be like that," Haechan, your other boyfriend of three years, interrupted. He leaned against the doorway of your shared bedroom, looking as good as always in his black t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and glasses perched on his nose.

"We picked it out specifically for tonight. I know it's a bit outside of your comfort zone, but that's how you break out of your shell, baby," he said as he entered the room, slowly going behind you and embracing you in a back hug.

"We just want our baby to shine," Yang Yang joined, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You thought for a moment before giving in. "Fine."

Three hours later, you were ready.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, giving yourself a once-over before heading downstairs to meet your boyfriends in the living room.

You got to the bottom of the stairs and saw both of their backs turned to you.

"I'm ready," you said timidly, already second-guessing your outfit choice.

Haechan was the first to turn around.

"Finally, I thought... fuck," he looked you up and down.

Yang Yang turned around and shared the same exclamation. "Fuck, baby."

"Let's go," you said in an attempt to cover up your shyness.

"I don't think we have to go anymore," Yang Yang said, his eyes never leaving you once.

"Doll, let's stay home. I guarantee you I won't make it 5 minutes in the car before I rip that dress off and fuck you raw," Haechan strained, now shamelessly palming his crotch.

"Funny, in my case, you wouldn't have even walked through the door," Yang Yang smirked.

"Come here," he beckoned to you.

You walked over to him, well aware of the mess being made between your legs.

"Do you want to go, or should we stay and have some fun?" he asked softly.

"It's your call, baby," Haechan finished.

You closed your eyes momentarily.

"I wanna stay."

You looked up at Yang Yang to see the hesitant grin.

A rip.

Another rip.

And another.

That's how you ended up standing in your living room before your boyfriends, dressed only in underwear.

"My pretty little slut," Yangyang teased, undoing his belt.

"Wanted to stay home to get your tight little hole fucked and filled, huh?" he gritted out.

His large hands grabbed you by the nape of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss.

He bit your bottom lip and squeezed your neck a little harder, causing you to moan into the kiss.

You both pulled away from the kiss, leaving a string of spit connecting your lips.

Feeling a bit dizzy from the kiss and a bit overwhelmed by the dull ache between your legs, you let out a shaky breath.

Yang Yang's head was now buried in the crook of your neck as his fingers started to slowly trail down your abdomen, making their way to the heat pooling between your legs.

"I want to hear you," he whispered, his breath hitting your neck and somehow making you feel more heated than you already were.

Without further warning, he pulled your underwear to the side and started to play with your clit.

"A-ah Yang- wait," you whined, mindlessly grinding your hips desperate for more pleasure.

A sharp slap replaced the once-circular movement of his hand, causing you to jolt.

"I didn't tell you to fucking move. I just said I wanted to hear you," he gritted out.

"Yes, sir," you said, knowing just how rough he could get.

He was the soft one of the two of your boyfriends, but you knew exactly how harsh he could get when you guys were having sex.

"Good girl" he said as he inserted a finger, slowly fucking into you.

You knew he was delaying your orgasm for as long as he could.

You could feel the strength leaving your legs, causing them to buckle.

Yang Yang, in response, began to quicken the pace of his finger, causing you to be momentarily dizzy.

"Fuck! Oh God- I'm gonna cum, Yang!" you screamed out, feeling your orgasm fast approaching.

"You gonna cum on my fingers, slut?" Yang taunted, knowing that your jolts and shaky legs indicated that you were about to do exactly that.

"Ask me nicely," he taunted further. He always did this, and it always had that same pussy-clenching effect on you.

"Fucking beg me, and I just might let you," he held your gaze as his finger fucked into you.

Feeling your knees buckle and that familiar sinking feeling in your stomach, you put on your prettiest voice—your most submissive one—his favorite.

"Please, Daddy, please make me cum. I'll be good, I promise. P-please..." you cried out, tears already rolling down your cheeks.

"Atta girl," he snickered.

"Cum for me, pretty," and you did just that, the feeling so intense you lost consciousness of your surroundings for a bit.

Tuning back in, you heard Haechan's moans loud and oh so clear - as he jerked himself off to the sight of you and Yang Yang.

Yang Yang let you out of his grasp as he began to mirror Haechan's actions.

His grunts were softer and desperate, whereas Haechan's were animalistic and loud.

"Come here and suck this dick, baby," Haechan grunted out, his pretty fingers still wrapped around his shaft, glistening with precum.

You walked over to him and immediately dropped to your knees, opening your mouth widely.

Just the way he likes it.

"Remember to breathe through your nose, baby," is all he said before he took a handful of your hair and thrust his dick into your mouth.

You gagged as it hit the back of your throat.

He ruthlessly fucked your mouth, not caring that your eyes were watering or that spit bubbles and snot were covering his dick.

Eventually, he pulled his dick out of your mouth, and you gasped for air—throat raw and nipples so hard they stung.

You watched as he looked down at you, smiling menacingly before using his hand to spread your spit and his precum all over your face and giving you a harsh slap across your cheek when he was satisfied.

"Very good, doll," he praised before giving you a sloppy kiss.

"Now, stand up and spread your fucking legs."

Following his instructions, you stood up on shaky knees, well aware of what was about to happen.

"Yang, come play with her pussy," Haechan called out.

You felt Yang Yang behind you before he started to play with your clit.

"You know the rules, right, baby?" Yang Yang asked, already aware of what Haechan's intentions were.

"Y-yes, sir."

You had to stay in this position for as long as possible. If your legs went weak and you fell to your knees, they wouldn't make you cum

One fucked you from behind while the other ate you out...together.

It was a game the three of you played often.

You looked at Haechan and saw that he was already on his knees, looking up at you.

"Ready, doll?" he asked.

You squeezed your eyes shut. "Yes."

You felt Yang Yang first, his tip teasing you a bit before he thrust into you, stretching you out and causing you to scream.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, his voice blissful before he bit into your shoulder.

A shiver ran down your spine.

You were going to lose.

Just when you started getting used to Yang Yang, you felt Haechan's tongue.

"Haechan," you whined out.

"Yes, baby?" he answered before he started to eat you out like he'd been starving, sucking on your clit and lapping up all of your juices so effortlessly.

You were going to lose.

"You're not screaming enough for me," Yang Yang whispered to you like a devil on your shoulder.

Soon, the sound of skins slapping together, along with the sound of sucking and slurps, filled the apartment.

Now, you were screaming.

So fucking loud.

You were definitely going to lose.

[knismogirl]

MINORS DNI. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG ONLY. IF YOU ARE AN ADULT WHO INTERACTS WITH MINORS IN A KINK COMMUNITY DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME.

hello! this is my NSFW kink blog. i am an adult & my age is the first thing in my bio. my pronouns are she / her & i am bisexual. just posting my horny thoughts & fantasies, all consensual. my posts may have typos & grammar mistakes in them. i don't care

a little bit about my kinks

i love being tickled. mainly soft & gentle tickling. i love bondage. being submissive or dominant but i lean submissive. being a princess. PRAISE!!! light spanking. verbal teasing. soft cnc. consensual somno. edging. slight masochism. kidnapping. feet stuff (my feet not yours). fun & cute punishments & i love having every inch of my body worshipped especially my feet. my entire body is erogenous to touch. mainly my feet, tummy, thighs, neck, ears, hands & the usual nsfw spots! i have other kinks but the listed above are what i’m most likely to post about here.

my boundaries / limits / more DNI stuff

nearly all of my posts are meant to be NSFW so DO NOT reblog them with your sfw tags / for your sfw profile unless it is a very clear non-kinky post. i do not want minors seeing my content. do not dm me my own posts. DO NOT tag me in your own or other people’s posts. do not tag other people in MY posts, use dms like a normal person. do not have conversations in my replies or reblogs. make your own post instead of restating mine in my reblogs. do not send me copy & paste asks / anons or dms. i do not meet up or do collabs. DO NOT interact with me if you are: a discriminatory person. a body shamer. a misogynist / male chauvinist. a pedo. a rapist or predator. you are not welcome. will block if violated / will block whoever i want for any reason

<333

[ladytauria]

i am soooo predictable but.... Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut. for jaytim my beloved <33333

i combined this prompt with these two---or, well. this prompt from you and @waffleinator-inator <3

um. click under the cut for 3k of slow, tender jaytim body worship <3

this is. barely proofread. apologies for any mistakes ^^; pls don't be afraid to point out any typos <333 i will give this a more thorough edit tomorrow--probably. for now! enjoy <3

>> AO3 <<

Jason has a body made to be worshiped, in Tim’s opinion. How lucky he is to have him spread out on cotton sheets, naked as the day he was born, so utterly willing to let Tim have his way with him.

Tim starts at his feet. He cups his hand around one ankle, raising it in the air, pressing the softest of kisses to the sole. Tim isn’t particularly into feet, the way some people are—but he adores how sensitive they are. As if in testament, Jason jerks. Tim’s grip is firm, keeping him in place, but his toes curl.

“T-Tim,” he says, too tremulous to be properly chiding. Color blooms over his face, the loveliest shade of rose-red.

“Jason,” Tim replies, a little bit mocking, a little bit a reminder. He decides how this is going to go. Just to really let it sink in, he kisses again; this time with a hint of tongue. The bitten off noise he gets is delightful. His mouth curls.

He kisses Jason’s ankle next; lingering over the jut of it. He angles his neck to kiss the tendon, his achilles heel, before lifting the leg higher so he can trail a string of kisses up Jason’s calf.

Both of them are scarred all over—a hazard of the job. Tim gets grafts put on anything too obvious; anything else can be simply explained away by both the treacherous nature of Gotham City and his own athletic pursuits. Jason has not had the same luxury. Nor does Tim think he would take it if anyone offered it. Jason’s scars are part of him, whether he likes them or not, and he doesn’t let go of what belongs to him.

It’s a trait they share.

Jason doesn’t have many scars on his calves, though, and those that are there are faded. Tim pays extra attention to them anyway.

He doesn’t get another noise until he reaches the back of Jason’s knee—the skin there is thin and delicate, and he knows from experience that it’s one of Jason’s sensitive spots. He nuzzles first; relishing in Jason’s sharp intake of breath. Then he kisses with the slightest scrape of teeth. Jason makes a low, tremulous sound.

Tim glances up at him—he has an arm thrown over his face. His teeth dig into his lip, and his face and throat are both still painted red. His other hand fists the sheets.

Precious.

Tim repeats the process on the other leg—Jason trembles and twitches under the ministrations. Tim relishes each and every reaction. He loves how responsive Jason is. He reacts so beautifully to gentleness. It makes Tim want to keep him like this forever.

Tim skips over his thighs for now. Jason’s cock is still mostly soft. Tim can’t help the urge to plant a kiss on it, the flesh soft and hot under his lips. Jason makes a high, embarrassed sound, his flush darkening, spreading over his chest. Tim’s mouth twitches, unable to resist doing it again.

His firm grip on Jason’s thighs is all that keeps them from snapping shut; a second, higher noise escaping him at the same time. He looks up at Tim, eyes already wide and a little pleading.

It breaks Tim’s heart a little, how easily Jason folds under a bit of softness.

At the same time—it’s truly a pleasure to see him so sweet and vulnerable under him. “Ah-ah,” he scolds. “You’re mine right now. I want to enjoy you.”

Jason’s bottom lip is red and swollen, caught between his teeth again. His eyes are glossy. “Y-yes sir,” he whispers, a tremor in his voice.

Tim rubs his thighs reassuringly. “Just lie back and  relax, sweetheart.”

Jason hesitates a moment. Tim waits for him to use his safe word, or otherwise indicate he’s too overwhelmed to continue, but—then he settles back down again.

As soon as he’s relaxed again, Tim slides his hands up to Jason’s hips. He nuzzles his belly, before kissing down the trail of hair leading to his groin. Tim trails more kisses over his pelvic bone, nibbling a little at his love handles, and the pouch of fat over his groin. He lavishes his stretch marks with attention, too; following their paths with his tongue, tasting the salt of his skin.

Jason’s breaths come faster now; bitten off moans and gasps getting stuck in his throat. Tim hates how quiet he is—well. That’s not quite true. He wouldn’t mind if Jason was quiet naturally. What he hates is the way Jason suppresses all noise; like he’s afraid of letting on just how good he’s feeling.

That’s alright, though. Tim has time, and plenty of patience. He can coax those pretty sounds out of him.

He makes sure to pay special attention to the places on Jason’s sides where he’s most sensitive, delighting in the way he squirms. Then, finally, he goes back to Jason’s stomach, where the bottom of his Y-incision starts, and follows it up to Jason’s chest, kissing to each end, and then back to the middle again.

Jason’s breaths sound wetter now—Tim rubs his sides reassuringly, glancing up at him just as a quick check-in. Jason smiles tremulously; a sheen of tears over his eyes. Tim smiles back at him and nuzzles his collarbone.

He cups Jason’s chest in his hands; the relaxed muscle of his pecs not that different from a pair of tits. Jason arches into his hands when he squeezes, sighing sweetly. Tim tweaks his nipples with his thumbs; the buds already hard and pointed despite the heater warming the bedroom.

As much as Tim wants to suck one into his mouth, he decides the circuitous path is the better one. He follows the defined line of his pectorals with his lips and tongue—cups and squeezes them again so he can bite them.

Jason is panting now—his hands coming to rest on Tim’s ribs, the breadth of them almost spanning his whole ribcage. It’s insanely hot. He can feel his cock filling out more, the arousal in his gut starting to burn hotter, more insistent.

Tim takes one of his nipples in his mouth. He sucks, swirling his tongue around the bud—the low groan he gets in response reverberates through Jason’s chest. Tim suckles at it for a bit before gentling his mouth, licking at the skin a few times before scraping it with his teeth.

The whimper Jason makes is loud and unrestrained in the silence—followed quickly by the slap of skin on skin when he covers his mouth, cheeks blazing scarlet.

Tim immediately slides up, taking Jason’s wrist in his hand. He pulls his hand from his mouth, pressing a brief kiss to his palm before kissing his cheek as well. Then he nuzzles him too, mouth against his jaw as he whispers, “Let me hear you, baby. I want to know I’m making you feel good.” He pauses. “You deserve to feel good.”

Another, quieter whimper. Jason squeezes his eyes shut—moisture gathers in the corner of his eyes.

Tim hums, lingering there, giving Jason time to compose himself. Eventually his eyes open again. He blinks quickly to dispel the tears, and then says softly, “I— I’ll try, sir.”

Tim smiles at him, kissing his nose. “Good boy. Thank you.”

That makes him close his eyes again, a shiver rocking his body. Tim gives him another second, and then returns to Jason’s chest. He follows the same path around the other pec; gives his right nipple the same attention as his left.

Jason does well at first, soft sighs and sounds escaping him. But the first higher, louder noise he makes startles him, his mouth immediately clamping shut again.

He opens it again as Tim trails kisses over his shoulders. He sits back so he can kiss down his arm;  over his bicep, the inner part of his elbow, down his forearm, his wrists. He kisses his palms, and each fingertip.

Back up again—down the other. Tears trickle down Jason’s cheeks now; his breaths hitching softly. He’s so pretty when he cries. Tim admits he gets a little eager, going back over his shoulders, his neck, not lingering as long as he means to. (Though he does, at least, remember to spend a little extra time on his throat scar.) 

At his face again, Tim rubs noses with him before kissing the tears away; licking the salt from his lips. “You’re doing so well for me, darling,” he murmurs. As much as he wants to lay the praise on thick, he doesn’t dare—not yet. Instead he kisses his chin, jaw, and cheeks. He nuzzles their noses again, kisses the corners of his mouth, over his eyelids, and the center of his forehead. He kisses back down his nose and ends at his mouth, kissing Jason deep and sweet.

Jason utterly melts beneath him. His mouth opens easily to Tim’s tongue. It’s Tim’s mouth that muffles his moan this time, but otherwise, there’s nothing restrained about it.

It’s music.

Makes Tim linger a little longer, just to hear more of them. And Jason gives them to him, his hands spasming on Tim’s skin.

When he pulls away, a line of spit connects them. It breaks when Tim pecks him again, and then slides down his body. Jason’s cock bumps his stomach on the way down—no longer soft but half-hard. Tim rubs his cheek against it when he passes it, returning to Jason’s thighs.

Fuck.

Jason’s thighs are glorious. Strong, muscular, easily capable of crushing a man’s skull. Dusted with fine hair, shimmering with stretch marks, and textured with a few ridged scars. Tim explores all of it with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

Jason tries—Tim can tell he does. But he keeps muffling himself, automatically biting his lip and clenching his jaw when he thinks he’s going to be too loud.

Tim finishes with his thighs. He nuzzled the base of his cock, cupping his balls in one hand and squeezing. That gets him a breathy sound, his thighs trembling. Tim kisses up his shaft, all the way to the flared mushroom head at the top. He rubs his cheeks against it; precome smearing sticky on his skin.

More high, whimpery moans come from Jason. His body shakes. The musk of his arousal fills Tim’s nose, making his mouth water.

He kisses the head; probes the slit with his tongue. Jason yelps at that, biting it back too late, causing a squeaky sort of sound at the end Tim almost wants to coo at.

He doesn’t. There are more important things to focus on.

Like lavishing his whole cock with little kitten licks. Jason is squirming now; not trying to get away, but the pleasure is clearly getting to him.

Gorgeous.

Tim sucks Jason into his mouth. The taste of him is thick; the girth of him heavy on his tongue. It’s good. Better is the way Jason shouts, body curling up automatically; chest heaving as he pants harsh and rough.

He collapses back into the bed; fingers tangling loosely in Tim’s hair. Tim would smile if his mouth wasn’t full.

He bobs his head a few times—and then swallows him down, nose buried in the thatch of hair at the base. Jason’s whimper sounds strangled. Tim pays him little mind, devoting his attention entirely to Jason’s cock

Tim uses his hands to cup and squeeze Jason’s balls, occasionally dipping behind to press and rub at his perineum. He can feel Jason’s muscles jumping; the way his legs twitch, his chest heaves, his fingers tugging at Tim’s hair. But he doesn’t buck into Tim’s mouth or try to guide his head.

He lets Tim set the pace.

Such a sweet boy.

Still—Tim can tell that, through the pleasure, he’s getting frustrated with himself. It’s in the tension in his belly, the way some of his noises sound more pained than others, the way sometimes he huffs when he should be sighing instead.

Poor darling. Tim eases Jason’s cock from his mouth. He suckles at the bundle of nerves under the head, then trails kisses down the shaft, over his balls. He cups them in his hand, lifting them to expose his [taint]. The high, reedy noise Jason makes when he kisses there is quickly cut off—and followed by a frustrated breath.

Tim kisses again, then turns to nuzzle his thigh before pulling back.

Jason whines. There’s no pleasure in the sound. It’s all panic and fear, and Tim rushes to cup his face in his hands, smoothing his thumbs over his cheeks as he hushes him.

“Shh-hh, darling. I’m not upset,” he soothes. “You’re trying so hard for me, aren’t you?”

Jason blinks up at him. He looks so upset, his poor boy. 

Tim nuzzles him. “Don’t worry, baby. I know it’s hard. Let me help you.”

Jason makes a soft, inquisitive noise.

Tim smiles slyly as he lets go of Jason’s face. “Open up.”

Jason’s brow furrows, but his jaw drops obediently. Tim cups his jaw with one hand; his thumb sliding over Jason’s tongue, pressing down, forcing his mouth open.

Jason’s eyes go wide with realization. He can’t flush any darker, but Tim can see the embarrassment anyway. The way he leans into Tim’s hand, though, is distinctly thankful.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Tim tells him. He can’t not. Jason’s too damn pretty with his face all red and his mouth hanging open, drool already starting to collect on his bottom lip and spill down his chin. Tim wants. Besides—he can’t hold his mouth open and rim him too, so that’s off the table for now.

He can do that later.

With Jason’s help, Tim gets his knees hooked over Tim’s shoulders. There’s already a pillow supporting his hips, making it easy for him to reach under him and grip the plug he’d worked into him earlier. He pumps it a few times, grinning at the way Jason moans, before pulling it out and tossing it to the side.

He reaches for the lube. It’s a bit of a trick, getting it open one handed. He can’t exactly pour it onto his hand, either, so he just drizzles it right on his dick, flinching a little at the cold. He smears some on Jason’s hole, too, though he’s still fairly slick from the plug.

Jason shivers when he does, the tight ring of muscle fluttering under his touch. He makes a breathy noise, soft and sweet, his breath hot on Tim’s thumb.

It’s strangely erotic, keeping his finger in Jason’s mouth as he lines his cock up, slowly pushing inside. Jason’s body gives to him beautifully, swallowing his cock eagerly. The head slips into his rim with a soft ‘pop’—Tim’s hand moving from his dick to the back of Jason’s thigh.

“Nn—look at you,” Tim breathes. “So eager to be full, aren’t you, baby? Fuck. You fit me so well, like you were built for me. My gorgeous little cocksleeve.”

The sound he makes is beautiful, high and needy, a moan tinged with a whine. His eyes are wide and pleading when he looks at Tim. “Pl’s,” he says, around Tim’s finger.

Tim taps his jaw. “Ah-ah, darling. We don’t speak with our mouths full.”

His hips stutter at the noise that gets him. Tim grips his thigh tight enough to bruise, fighting the urge to snap his pelvis forward and bury himself to the root.

Slow. He’s going to take this slow.

Speed can come later.

For now he watches Jason’s face; each minute twitch of muscle. His eyes get more and more hazy, eyelids drooping. He pants in between moans and sighs. Drool drips down his chin, onto his neck and chest. He’s so fucking pretty.

Tim wants to eat him.

Jason’s body is a furnace. His walls flutter and clench around Tim’s cock; drawing him deeper, deeper. It’s both forever and no time and all before Tim is fully seated in him; his balls slapping Jason’s ass.

Jason’s got his head thrown back, now, the column of his throat pretty and exposed. Tim can’t resist leaning down, scraping his teeth over his adam’s apple before finding the spot where neck meets shoulder and sinking his teeth in.

He doesn’t draw blood, but he sure as hell leaves a bruise, worrying it with lips and teeth until he’s sure it will be a nice, lurid shade of purple by morning.

Jason’s moans, no longer stifled, are high and sweet. They’re softer than Tim might have expected. He adores them. He can’t help but kiss over Jason’s cheeks—smiling indulgently at the way Jason tips his face up to receive them.

He steadies his grip on Jason’s thigh. Rolls his hips, just to test—delights when Jason mewls, clenching tight-tight-tight around him in response. A fresh pair of tears roll down his cheeks, dripping into the puddle of drool on his neck.

Tim presses a little firmer on his tongue—and then he fucks him.

Not fast and punishing, although he knows Jason takes that beautifully, but slow and deep; rolling his hips in a way he knows will leave him a little sore tomorrow. It’s worth it for the way Jason responds. His cries are so beautiful—and each and every one of them is for Tim. Because of Tim.

All the praise he’d held back before tumbles from him now. “Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect. S-sound so pretty. Wanna keep you like this all the time, split open on my fingers, my cock. Nn—” Tim’s hips stutter as Jason clenches around him. His breath catches, too. “A-and— shit. You’re so— You’re gorgeous. J-just— All I wanna do is w-worship you.”

Jason’s cock is twitching. Precome drips onto his belly; pearly liquid beading on his hair, shining on his skin.

“U-unh.” Tim lifts his leg a little higher; angling his hips to thrust deeper, the head of his cock bumping right up against Jason’s prostate. Jason mewls again. His body is shaking. Tim can feel his own legs starting to tremble.

“F-f— Jason,” he gasps. “Baby. You’re so good for me. T-take me so well.”

He squeezes Jason’s thigh before letting go, slipping his hand under where their bodies meet. He waits until he bottoms out—and then he presses two fingers against Jason’s perineum.

Jason shouts. His hips buck, cock spasming as come paints his chest and belly. His walls clamp around Tim’s cock like a vice. Tim switches to short, shallow thrusts, fucking Jason through his orgasm. His own is close at hand—there’s a part of him that wants to pull out, stroke himself until he adds to the mess painting Jason’s body, but. He won’t. He’ll leave his claim deep inside Jason, the way he’s earned.

Jason loosens after a moment, but his walls are still spasming, like they’re milking Tim’s cock. It leaves him breathless.

“Nn— Jay— So beautiful,” Tim praises. Jason’s expression is one of utter bliss. Tim keeps fucking him—faster, now, using Jason’s body to chase his own pleasure. Jason makes encouraging noises beneath him; gripping Tim’s ass, pulling him forward, deeper, kneading the muscle with his fingers.

With that kind of attention, it doesn’t take long for Tim to spill, body bowing forward, Jason’s name on his lips.

His hips move shallowly, fucking Jason through the aftershocks. Come trickles out, onto the sheets—it makes Jason shiver, whine. Tim rubs his side soothingly, easing his legs off his shoulders and pulling out slowly. More come spills. The sight of his hole clenching just about does Tim in.

He swallows hard. Slips his thumb from Jason’s mouth. Jason whines at that too. So needy. Tim loves it.

“Shh-hh. I’m not going far, babe,” he reassures. He doesn’t, either; barely has the energy to shift over a few inches so he can collapse beside him. Jason snuggles into him immediately. Tim kisses his forehead, wrapping his arms around him. “I love you,” he murmurs.

“L’ve y’ too,” Jason mumbles, nuzzling into him.

Tim knows they can’t stay like that long. The mess will start to dry soon, and stick, and— He knows neither of them have any interest in waking up like that.

But for now… 

He closes his eyes and basks in the warmth of Jason beside him.

[rowarn]

i hate it when people being demanding like it's not that hard to be thankful for what you have, and writing fanfiction is not easy when you have to proofread to check if there's any mistake or typo:(

btw i see that your mental health has been unstable so i just want you to know that just take a good care of yourself, prioritize yourself first and don't rush things, i love you moah moah<333

i'm sure ppl don't mean any harm in it and i do appreciate ppl being so excited for more of it!!! but i think people could stand to talk to me like im a person more than just somewhere they can get fanfics from 🥹 /gentle

and thank u so much!!! today has been a lot better than the last few days so i'm happy about that!!! i actually got some stuff done today !!!! i've also been drinking more water and haven't missed my meds in a while so that's good!! i appreciate u sm mwah <3

[gaym3bo1]

15 people, 15 questions

(if this means i'm gonna have to tag 15 ppl i'm gonna cry @non-binarypal7 @xagan @airenyah but thank u anyways hfhfh)

1. Are you named after anyone?

I'm named after two different political activists who share the same name lmao one marxist and one anti-segregation, ur allowed to guess

2. When was the last time you cried?

just before NYE bc i was completely overwhelmed and just wanted my peace and quiet (that i didnt get for like 3 weeks bc of the holidays)

3. Do you have kids?

lol no, i couldn't even raise a dog if i wanted to

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

i don't do any and i rlly should, but i was on a volleyball team for like 2 years in high school

5. Do you use sarcasm?

frequently, but apparently i've gotten worse at it and ppl can't hear it from my tone anymore, maybe i'm too deadpan with it

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

depends, but height is an obvious one

7. What’s your eye color?

Green? ish?

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

as long as it's not psychological horror/thriller i like both to a certain extent but i guess i'd choose happy endings (though i'm a strong fighter for 'not every story needs a happy end pls stop')

9. Any talents?

i'm self-depricating and feel like i'm failing at life so i'd like to say "None lol" but my friends would beat my ass so i'll say i'm quite good at picking up new hobbies/basic skills? And i'm a good cook!

10. Where were you born?

gemrany (yea i'll leave that typo, censor the place)

11. What are your hobbies?

making video edits of gay ass shows

reading fanfics abt gay ass shows

crocheting

drawing [hasn't drawn anything as a hobby in months]

eating delicious food (genuinely)

12. Do you have any pets?

3 snails <333 they are lovely and adorable and poop all day every day!

15. What is your dream job?

being the private chef for a friend that's suddenly rich for some reason. more realistically i would love working on tv shows or movies but also i know i'm not good enough AND i know how horrible the jobs are so i actually don't really. at least not as a long-term prospect but i'd love to try

tagging following 15 people:

....... tagging ppl in the last post already took all my social anxiety for the day, so i'll leave this for anyone who sees bc i am nosy but anxious (tag me i wanna see)

[sparkagrace]

5 and 17 for the ask game? sending all the love your way <333

Bri! You're the sweetest bean in the world and ily so much! 💖 Thank you for asking!

#5: Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

I always believe that the biggest typos you will find are apt to be in the moment after you post it. I have an awful habit of posting something and then almost immediately re-reading it and then I'll see all the issues I wasn't seeing before. I also think that any piece or writing should end on a 0 or 5 number because it's pleasing to my eye - although I'm trying not to do that too much because I overthink way too much.

#17: Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Oh gosh, so much never makes the main text! Ok, I know you love allie-verse, so I'll give you some hints/lore about what's coming and some that won't make the final cut:

Allie's favorite person is Sam. She spends two weeks in Delacroix every summer running around with his nephews until she graduates high school. Steve and Bucky often take this week to go on a mini-vacation for themselves (but they call every day).

Natasha is the only person who can take Allie to get a haircut because Steve and Bucky don't know what to ask for and the first time she came back looking like she was a 40yo business woman.

Allie cannot draw for shit. She is terrible and it makes Steve a little bit sad, but she loves math and sciences which means that Steve never has to help with homework because that's Bucky's domain.

There is a six-month period of estrangement between Allie and Steve when she's fifteen. It's a very tough time for the whole family, especially with Bucky in the middle (this one will be a fic though).

Allie tries to run away once when she's six. She gets to the front of their street but knows she's not allow to cross without an adult, so she comes back in. The only thing she packed was her favorite space book and treats for Alpine (she left Alpine in charge of her dads).

Thanks so much for asking, lovely! 💘

[weird writing asks]

[itsdelicate]

hii so sorry this is late!! I literally just slept the whole day yesterdayyyy. but I'm more awake now sooooo

right?? I honestly can't even remember. I think like around folklore time? but I didn't really stick to it until after evermore-ish cause I was so busy and quarantine was a bad time lmao. ofc that's okay and THOSE ARE AMAZING CHOICES!!!! all masterpieces and ivy is one of my fav too omg. okay folklore it's always been really hard for me to pick my top songs from so here are just alike 3 ones I really really love but idk their place in my top aknsmsn: my tears ricochet, mad woman, hoax. and evermore: ttds, happiness, dorothea, coney Island, and ivy (sorry I just can't pick three they're all in number one for me lol)

OMG that's so cute and I love that it happened to u!! bash is so akdbsjns. yes yes he is!! and he's so funny and sweet too he could not be annoying. AKDNSJSHSSB OMG if you fell to the ground and screamed at seeing her irl I would NOT blame you. dying on seeing her is so valid

it's a classic!! and I heard ab the musical and really want to watch it!! that's a good choice tangled is amazing. is rapunzel ur fav disney princess then? mines mulan skdhj. I LOVE KINGSMAN SO MUCH!!! taron egerton is so good in it. and Colin firth in anything is an immediate yes for me. I loved her greatest showman!! yesss it's soundtrack is everything but honestly I'm so sick of this is me cause my school was like obsessed w it and that thing where u get bored w a song cause it plays over and over and over again happened lmao. rewrite the stars is still and always will be a bop tho. aww that's sweet and idk if I've watched it before so maybe I'll check it out!!

omg those are all so good. sweet nothing is such a rare top 5 but it's everything. ooh okay mine are prob: wcs, maroon, labyrinth, glitch, and bttws!!

thank u!! I did have a lot of fun asisnjs

random qotd: do u celebrate christmas? cause I actually don't so I thought why not ask

xxx ur secret santa

no omg that’s totally fine hehe i hope you got some good rest 😌 i’ve decided to answer this while getting my tat ahsjf so if there’s any typos pls ignore them 🤠

ooh that’s pretty recent!! i’ve been a swiftie since 2008! insane that it’s been that long?? over half my life ago 💀 were you into taylor at all before folklore/evermore? i know a lot of people who knew some of her more popular songs before that but became fans after! ivy is SO good i need that song imprinted on my brain permanently idc!! your choices are so valid mad woman makes me so elmofirememe.jpg and happiness makes me want to CRY (the irony lmao can never trust her istg)

literally omg and the entire cast is 😭 i have them all little letters with their gifts and kit looked at me right in the eye and was like thank you 🥺 i promise to read it so carefully when i get home WHEN I TELL U I WAS TRYING TO STAY ALIVE AND SIMONE oh my god quite literally gay panic™️ etc etc

the musical is so good! little miss woods comma elle <3 i hope u get to see it someday!! yess she is 🥰 omg mulan is such a great choice a girlboss 😌 YES omg taron is amazing in it and colin firth <333 (which reminds me i also LOVE mamma mia!) omg i totally understand ahsjf that happens with me too such a pain when you like the song as well but you get sick of hearing it over and over 😩 omg pls do if u get the time! i think it’s my fav christmas movie now :’)

omg yeah now that you say it i haven’t seen that many people rank it higher up even though everyone loves it it’s such a soft song 🥺 amazing choices glitch took some time to grow on me but i love it now but omg bttws makes me so sad but it’s such a lovely song ☹️

yay i’m glad!! and i don’t either actually hsjfk but i love the season and the Vibes around christmas time everything is so festive 🫶

answering this was such a good way to pass the time my tattoo’s almost done hehe thank you for the distraction 🥰 i hope you’re having a nice weekend!! any plans for the coming week? <3

[glass-heartz]

You're far from unlovable. Both in a platonic and romantic way, I bet you're the easiest person to love. You seem like such a sweetheart, a romantic, someone who puts everyone before you. You notice tiny things about a person, you care so deeply and so passionately. I've never talked to you privately, I don't know your interests that much besides what you post here. But I know for a fact you're such a kind and delicate person, and with a huge heart so full of love with no where to go. I'm just some admirer from afar, who loves to stalk your profile and seem all mysterious, but truly I take notice to you, I love seeing who you are, how you are, I love seeing you be so, sweet to your anons and always make time to respond to us. I think all of us anons would agree you're so unbelievably loveable and such a sweet person. We keep coming back for a reason <3

Sorry this is so long, didn't mean to ramble for so long, and apologies for any typos :') Sending so much love to you <333

~ 🎀

this was so beautifully said, please never apologize for sending long paragraphs or even rambling, i adore and treasure these type of things whenever i receive them. i admire how you view me, how you describe me, it caught me so off guard in such a delightful way, seeing how attentive you are when it comes to me,, and the fact you took your time to even write me such heartfelt words has truly reached me, and i can only say how it makes my heart so fuzzy and warm. thank you for your lovely words, dear. i send you my best blessings. <3

i’m still reading this and wrapping it around my head and i’m just,, i have no words, dear. thank you, from the bottom of my heart. thank you for lingering around and being such a sweet admirer of mine, i won’t forget.

[darlingpwease]

I literally forgot it LMAOOO

I completely spaced it on him speaking normally sometimes, I was so used to him not due to his curse that I forgot that he actually could

I've always had this thing where I want my works to be very accurate. Be it with the characters I use, the era it's set in, the objects around scenes, idk why but I want it to be accurate. That is definitely the main reason why I leave a ton of works and ideas unfinished lmao– ik that even if someone were to read my works, they won't pay attention to the small details, but if I can connect certains scenes earlier to ones in the future, or make a connection with the surroundings with the characters, I'll do my best to do it lol

It's also probably because of this, that I thought you'd pay attention to the Toge bit, but ig not /pos /srs /ty for not pointing it out even tho I outed myself lol

Don't apologize, darling!!! It's all okay, we all got things offline, so I don't except replies right away/within a few hours. I'm just happy when they get replied to, regardless of when that is <333 /pos /gen

-panna cotta

the problem is that we know that as a child he had no control over his ability and refused to speak with words other than ingredients for onigiri (or fish, as it was in the manga about yuuta, if I'm not mistaken?), since these words do not make sense and even when using the technique can not cause harm.

if I'm not mistaken, in japanese these ingredients are relatively similar to real words, so he speaks with words that are similar to the real ones, but at the same time have no influence, since these are still words to describe the ingredients.

we cannot deny that as he grew up, Toge could learn to control his ability and not use it accidentally and partially abandon the ingredients, just so that it would fit our work, my my <3

oh, I understand, dear. it has never been too extreme for me, but I used to be very pedantic in this matter too... but then I just started putting it off, because although it's important to observe such things, I'm just saying that it's historically incorrect or that I'm just taking the scenery and moving on.

fun is higher than truthfulness; this is not a historical summary, so I make all the necessary warnings and do my business </3 I'm more into porn than feelings so it works great for me /hj

that's very cute!!! I also leave small details here and there, but usually they are limited to one fic <3333

although we write together, we write in parallel, so it is natural that we differ and write about different things, even if there is one concept. therefore, it is natural that toge I am writing about and toge you are writing about are different and constantly show new differences as we write — this is part of the development; there's nothing wrong with that <3

we may differ in all things, but as long as we write about one thing, you and I are perfect <3333

I love any of your interpretations, even random ones and "I forgot" <3 you're always beautiful /gen

AHHHHHHHH you're too good for me lovely,,,,,, /pos /srs

I'm so sorry to leave you waiting, even if I know that nothing is expected of me anymore; but I spend so much time to come up with, translate into english, make it more readable¹ and then write that I feel so slow </3 /gen

¹ and still constantly make mistakes and typos, but no one sees them, okay!!!

[vynseducationalflagpole]

hii!! can i request how tot boys would react if ure sick? or if u got hurt because of them? tysm! take care! Godbless!🥰

Sincerity

ToT boys reacting to you getting sick/hurt

Warnings:none

Gender neutral

Might be some typos

Summary: Vyn takes care of you bcs you have a fever, Marius saves u from a burning house, Artem takes care of u after you fainted from overworking, Luke helps u after u fell off the stairs

A/N: I couldn't see the "or if u got hurt because of them" part so it's mostly you/reader getting sick or reader getting hurt but not because of the men— Either way, have a good day Anon<333

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Vyn —

Despite Vyn being a psychologist, he still excels in medical studies. About 3 days ago, Vyn had invited you to have a picnic with him near the outskirts of Stellis city since you'd be able to see the towering skyscrapers from the distance. It's also near a beach which is why it's quite the tourist spot. Though unfortunately, your health had declined because of the countless files you had to settle in the lawfirm. You decided to give Vyn a call and tell him that you won't be able to go with him until you hear your doorbell ring. You summon every bit of your strength as you head downstairs to open the door. After you open the door, Vyn's calm expression changes into one mixed with shock and worry. He looks at your face as signs of weariness is witnessed in your eyes and the way that your ears and cheeks grow a tint of red made Vyn come to a conclusion. Even before you can talk, Vyn steps inside as he holds your wrist and sits you down the sofa. He leans in front of you as he puts the back of his hand to your forehead. The cold feeling emitting from Vyn's hand was very refreshing so you then close your eyes.

"Have you taken any medicine?" Vyn asks in a quiet tone. You nod your head gently as Vyn puts his hands on your shoulder and he slowly lays you down the sofa. He borrows your kitchen and makes a chicken soup for you. He feeds you the soup as you hold a cloth to your forehead. You tried to convince him to go back home but he insists on staying. "What if your condition worsens? Please allow me to take care of you." Remembering that Vyn is the only person closest to a doctor that you know, you didn't have any other choice but to submit to him and let him take care of you.

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Marius— (this one is connected to the chapter 4 main story, Les tournesols)

The case of Van Kerrel was given to you to investigate and lead but for some reason, Marius also insisted in coming with you. You now both head to Van kerrel's Mansion to find extra evidence that might help you until you both bump into one of the potential suspects in the case, Johnny Bailey. You both put up the act of buying the estate to ease the trouble of having to go there by your own which might take longer since you don't know the way around the premises. As you see Johnny leave, you both release a sigh of relief as you find other evidence. As you both come to the conclusion that it really was Johnny's fault, Marius attempts to notify the police until a black smoke engulfs the mansion. Marius looks around to find a possible escape route and his eyes quickly land on the window just beside you both. He jumps down first and is now waiting for you to follow suit. You hesitate a bit as you then head over to the window—until someone pulls you back inside by the collar of your shirt. It was Johnny. Despite there being a chance where he'd get caught either by the police or the fire, he had to make sure that you'll go down with him. You let out a shriek followed by Marius' voice calling your name. The door of the room was slowly burning so you had to think fast. You inform Marius about what's happening and he attempts to jump back inside but still fails. The foundations of the room were slowly turning into dust. Johnny's maniacal laugh rings in your ear as a sharp sound then resonates in the room. Then something falls on you from above. Both you and Johnny were caught in the debris as Marius' cries grew more faint the longer you get stuck under it. You tried to keep things together and managed to get out and pull Johnny with you in the process Marius breathes a sigh of relief as he catches you and Johnny next. Marius gets you checked just in case you had any fatal injuries but to both fo your surprises, only a scratch and a few cuts were seen. Ever since then, he swears to look after you.

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Artem —

The amount of work both you and Artem had to handle was too much. At least too much for 2 people to handle. Being Artem's partner in cases had lead to the realization that the man has so much work to do. You both flew to a foreign country to handle a fraud case which for some reason, took you both long. You had to travel around the said country since the opposition had many bases around the area. You couldn't even count how many files had you signed in one day nor could you have remembered when you last slept a full 8 hours. And now to your demise, your tiredness started to take a toll on your body weakening you. All throughout the day, you felt dizzy. Is it your legs givingup or the lack of sleep? You'll never know. Around afternoon, an intense headache had came to make your work harder. Now that your investigation was coming to a close, you head to Artem's room to deliver more finished works but as soon as you head out the door, your legs do numb. Your vision blurs and soon enough, your surroundings turn dark, the last things you heard was Artem calling your name and the sound of your body hitting the ground. A string of your consciousness was still present and you feel Artem carrying you. Although, you're not sure where he was taking you and after some time, your consciousness slips away slowly. You had no idea how much time had passed but as soon as you open your eyes, you see an unfamiliar looking ceiling and a slow beep. You scan your surroundings a bit and to your surprise, Artem has his head resting at your left side. He holds your left hand near his face as his hair seemed like a mess. His coat sitting on the ground had made you remember the recent accident. As you stayed deep in thought, Artem slowly wakes up and his eyes widen after he sees your eyes focused on him. He holds your hand and moves it closer to him. He makes sure that you're now feeling alright and then heads out after a few minutes probably to get some food for the two of you.

Luke —

You were sitting silently in your living room watching the television until you hear soft knocks coming from your door. A few seconds after, you hear a cheerful voice say "It's me! I came to visit you." As excitement washes throughout your body, you open the door to see the ever so bright Luke standing before you holding some chips on his left hand and a box full of cupcakes on his right. Later on, he tells you that he found an interesting movie and since he was also busy with customers in his antique shop and was also occupied with missions, he decided that it's better to buy a CD and watch it in your house which also saves a lot of money. You turn off the lights and pull the curtains down. You change to you comfortable pajamas and you take a seat together beside Luke on the sofa, though before it starts, you notice that the air was a bit cold and Luke also said that he'd cook some popcorn in your kitchen. So as he borrows your kitchen, you head upstairs to get a blanket big enough to cover the both of you. As you walk down the stairs, you step on the blanket and you slip. You let out a gasp as your body hits the ground. A loud noise was also heard from the kitchen and Luke quickly shows up beside you to helo you up. He insisted on taking you to the hospital even though you felt okay and the drop was low. You took your time to convince him until in the middle of your conversation, loud pops was heard in the kitchen. Turns out, Luke actually dropped the cover of the cooking pan and now, popcorn are invading your kitchen. You both stand up to get the cover and trap the popcorns but the pops kept surprising the both of you which lead to the popcorns getting all over the floor as you and Luke sits on the ground leaning on the wall laughing about the little incident.

A/N: I PANICKED WHEN I READ UR REQUEST AFTER I FINISHED I THOUGHT I WROTE THE WRONG THING LMAOOO

[harrystylesslutt]

harry sending y/n a video of him touching himself while shes a work and one of their rules it to not touch themselves and once she gets home she punishes him

(sry for any typos i dont have the energy to proof read this rn but i ll do it tmrw morning! good night <333)

Harry had been texting you all day. Mostly dirty texts. Telling you how much he needed you and how badly he wanted you to make him come. You were quite busy so all you did was smirk when you read the texts and kept doing your work. But as much as you were trying to keep ignoring him. You received another message, a video.

You bit your lip in anticipation and thought 'why not watch it'.

You plug your earphones in your phone and lean back in your chair, quickly glancing around you making sure no one was in the office.

Just as you press play, you start hearing harry's loud whiny moans echoing in your ears. The sight on your phone made you fuel with anger on one hand and on the other it made you squeeze your thighs together.

You and harry had a rule. He knew he wasn't allowed to touch himself without you around. But he did it anyway. On the screen, you could see harry laying on the bed, his head thrown back against the headboard with his legs spread open giving you a clear view of his stretched hole which makes you notice the dildo resting next to his thigh. You could see that he already came many times by sticky mess on his stomach. His hand was moving up and down his cock in quick motions, you could hear the desperation in his moans and whimpers. Right when you saw his cock twitch in his hand he moaned out a loud high pitched moan screaming your name before the video got cut off.

You cursed under your breath. Your cheeks were definitely red and flushed. You decided it's time to pack up your stuff in the office and head home.

You quickly grab your phone from the desk sending harry a text 'I'm on my way you better be ready'. Your smirk when you see the message turning from delivered to read right after you press send. You see three bubbles pop up and a text from harry appears 'Can't wait'. 

Once you get in your car you drive fast, definitely passing the speed limit.

Harry was panting on the bed. Extremely exhausted from his many orgasms, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited for you to come home and see him like this. He always loved a good punishment...

His eyes shoot open when he hears keys jiggling downstairs. He could hear your footsteps approaching the room quickly which means that he got you really really mad. And that just added onto his excitement.

You don't even bother knocking, opening the door smirking when you see harry spread out on the bed looking like he's fucked out of this world. "Well well well, what do we have here..." You take your coat off throwing it on the pile of clothing that's already on the floor. "Look at you baby, cum on your chest...on your lips and even in your tight little hole".

You slowly take your clothes off, only leaving your underwear on. "Missed me?" He nods eagerly at you "So so much...was thinking about you the whole time" he mutters pressing his thighs together, suddenly feeling a bit shy.

You hum and crawl on the bed, hovering above him. You pout at him, collecting some of his cum off his stomach on your finger "So so messy. Aren't you?"

You bring your finger up to your mouth, sucking it while maintaining eye contact with him which makes him squirm under you. "Please I need you so bad" he whines looking down at his already hard sensitive cock.

"Let's see if you deserve it angel. I don't think you've been a good boy, teasing me like that while I'm at work. Tell me, how many times did you come" He breaks eye contact and bites his lip, a blush creeping up to his cheeks.

"f-four times" He whispers, looking back at you through his lashes. "Y'so naughty baby. Do you really think you deserve a treat when you act like that?" You chuckle unbuckling your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms slowly.

Harry's mouth waters at the sight of your tits and he feels his cock grow even harder. "N-no I was very bad. I need to be punished" You wrap your hand around his extremely sensitive cock making him hiss.

"That's what I like to hear" You lean forward and capture his lips in a kiss and pull back when he tries to deepen it. You pull your hand away too and he whimpers at the loss of contact "Not gonna make it that easy for you baby, I think you already came too many times, It's my turn now"

You get off the bed and sit on a nearby chair letting your panties pool down to the ground. You spread your legs showing him how wet you are and he groans loudly at the sight.

"M'gonna make myself come four times in front of you. And then maybe I'll think about helping you out with your...problem after I'm done. But if you even think about touching me I'll tie you up to the bed and leave you high and dry."

He whines at your words desperately wanting to put his hands on you. "Hey. No whining you deserve this. Now... eyes on me pretty boy".

Masterlist

a/n: okay i think i have the motivation to write again. im gonna be taking it slow but still a progress :) anyhoo reblogs are always welcome! requests are open <33

[shipwreck-letters]

hii!!!! so i've been thinking recently (which is rlly rare) what if ur oc finch was the monster trapped in the house and casimir was the paranormal renevator? i thought it was clever bc finch could be like a bird-monster lol. anyways i hope u have a great day/evening <333

God I LOVE this idea so much <3 More under the cut, I have a tendency to ramble on and on about these things. I also haven't checked thoroughly for typos, so apologies if you see any mistakes!

“Your name is Finch…And you're..."

"Don't even say it."

"It's just sort of ironic that-"

-Finch is the one that's stuck in the house, and has been desperately miserable as the house fell into decline. 

-Casimir comes from southern France to the old house along the rural woods, having had a long day and he just wants to check out the new place before leaving. 

-(OH WHAT IF THIS TAKES PLACE IN THE 1700s THOUGH???) 

-In any case, Casimir still takes a lot of pride in his appearance, and dresses like that (caveats, waistcoat, embroidery) because he's still from old money, but at least uses some of that privilege to help others. 

-Casimir doesn't even meet Finch at the door; It opens for him and he peeks in, hearing only whistling and echoes from curtains. When he almost trips on a shredded box, and some more junk, he knows it's gonna be a long night. Too long, in fact. He’ll write a note for the resident, and come back tomorrow.

-He turns to leave, because it's too damn dark to fall into a pothole, when he hears them. 

-HarpyFinchHarpyFinchHarpyFinch-

-The years and grief have morphed them. Now their wings are ruffled and dirty, making them appear much larger. Their hands (connected to their wings) end in claws, and their talons are nothing to play around with. 

-"Who are you supposed to be?"

-They're perched on a railing, staring from above with wide eyes. Neither of them move. "Oh, not real." They suddenly say, starting to move. "Just a shadow."

-"What?" Casimir asks- It's the only thing he can say. "What do you mean? You called for me, did you not?"

-What comes next is Finch being so startled to hear someone speak that they promptly fall off the railing, going straight to the floor in a mess of wings and limbs. They scramble back from Casimir, moving through light long enough that he can see more of their color. 

-Casimir has dealt with a lot of things, but never a physical monster before. But he wants to try, at least. 

-In this AU, I think Finch was here just short of their first transformation; They tried to clean the house, and there's a few rooms (like two or three) that they try to keep clean, but there's so much happening in the background. The house naturally fell into decline, and so did Finch.

-Finch has no idea how to go about their transformation(s). They haven't really slept well in years. They teeter from anger to immense sadness, and it’s exhausting. They've tried so hard to keep things from falling apart, but there's been no one to help. It's like depression, but on a huge scale with a side of monster.

-When they first meet, Finch is not the way I'd usually write them. They've been alone for however long it's been- And Finch does not do good in solitude.

-They're curious, though, and so is Casimir. And that's enough to form a budding relationship, at least to work on the house together. 

-Casimir finds all sorts of things that are varying levels of usefulness and junk, and Finch watches very closely everytime he picks something up. 

-"Is there something on my face?" Casimir finally asks, and Finch blinks, their face warm.

"Your nose. Your eyes. That's on your face."

"...Hilarious. You're staring at me, Finch."

Finch gestures at an old oil lamp. "What is that?"

"You've never seen an oil lamp?"

"I've never seen any of this before. This place...It's nothing like my home. We lived close to the earth. I could hear rain when it fell. I could feel the sun when it rose. I can't feel any of that here. I don't know where I am."

-Casimir has to take a minute to process all of that. "Where...Did you live?"

-I like the idea that Finch was from Indigenous America, and Casimir is from rural France.

-There's no word for America for Finch. The keeping of time isn’t like AD or BC, so housework is put aside for a moment until Casimir and Finch can reach a base together. 

-"So..." Casimir takes a deep breath, his mind still reeling. "Based on what you've told me. You have been here a very long time. These things were made after you were trapped here."

"How long has it been, then?" Finch asks quietly. Casimir can only guess. "250, it seems. It could be more. That's 250 Summers, Winters, give or take."

Finch's feathers sink and go still this time, as they process what that means. 

"250...Years. How many days is that?"

"Ah-" Casimir has to do the math. "Um...Well-" (If he has a phone, he's gonna use it) "That's...90,000 days."

"Oh. I see..." Finch takes a shaky deep breath. "Thank you for telling me." 

-At least in Casimir's story, he focuses on the technology of MC's phone and life. But I think Finch would immediately mourn for their family, their life. There's no way they can't. They used to see them everyday, and now they're all...Gone. 

-Casimir notices them slipping away, and he quickly fumbles for something to show them. “Take a look at this!”

-He presents them a music box. It’s dusty, but Casimir knows a few tricks to get it working, long enough for Finch to hear it and be delighted by it. 

-Casimir can see a possibility to work towards, and he's definitely not expecting the first transformation of the House itself. Both him and Finch jump when the floor ripples, and Finch screeches at the movement.

-It's the foyer like it was before, and Finch is a little overstimulated by the amount of lights that suddenly illuminate the room, and they can't help but stare directly at the bulbs.

-"Why did you do this?" Finch finally asks. "Why did you come here? And help me? No one's been here, but you just appeared."

-"Well, this is my job. If it wasn't you, the House itself must have called me here. I help places like this, and people like you. Although it was mostly...Well, the point is; If it's alright with you, I'd like to see what other rooms we can fix."

-Finch blinks, taking a step back. "But I...I have nothing to give you.”

-Now normally Casimir would ask other noble people for a hefty price; He had to learn how to clean up, and they still don't, so they can clean up their bank account by giving it to him. 

-"I don’t mind staying longer. You are the first person who doesn't leave me with a headache, so if it's alright with you..."

-Overtime, Finch would gradually break through to show the side of them that is most familiar; They're still loving and bright, but there's also an implication that this isn't the same Finch Vestri. 

-They're overall quieter, sleepier, and weary. The roles are reversed, too, so Casimir would be more inclined to guide and pull Finch back from the darkness. 

-I also have another AU where Finch is a moth monster! It was based on an idea I saw that the MC also becomes a resident of the House, and so I designed that form after playing Hollow Knight too many times.

I was going to use that form, but I think Harpy Finch is a really fun idea! It fits better in this theme, and I like the idea that Finch had like a Brother Bear transformation through their actions, or inactions. That’s for another time, though, this is already super long!

-Someone stop me, I have like three AUs for Finch and Casimir- 

[ambivartence]

uuuuuuummmmm i heard bias loving hours 👀👀

soo i was debating between doing one for hyunjinnie or shua but celebrating the release of oddinary-- it's jinnie ( no promises that you won't find another ask bout me rambling about josh tho ;))

fav thing about them : HIS. SMILE. like look at this precious smile and tell me you don't feel all warm and fuzzy ?! the way his eyes don't curve like a 'c' but but they do curve-- also his laugh. the familiar ring of his laughter during their promotion videos is just *gestures* ALSO(2) how warm he is with stays but doesn't hesitate to pull our legs-- JUST UGH. STOP MAKING ME FEEL THINGS. IM SORRY BUT ALSO, HIS NOSE SCRUNCHES. his nose scrunches.

the moment you knew they were your bias: the when the party is over dance cover. i felt something during that and I don't think I'll ever be able to express that properly. there was something so raw about that particular performance, i couldn't help but look at him in awe while also feel good about the chills it gave me ( i dont find goosebumps and chills very pleasant )

fav looks on them: curly bangs, long hair jinnie, the glasses picture is ICONIC, untucked button up shirts that just sway along with his moves, autumn colours AND UM SUITS.

fav verse or choreo: the jump during back door ( couldn't find a gif sorry), the SLIGHT head tilt during the back door chorus, the entire when the party's over cover choreo, idk what it's officially called but yk the part after "I'm sorry I'm dirty ratatatatata" part in thunderous? the move right after that has affects me like no other. coming to raps and singing: the miroh rap duet thingy with changbin, all of his parts in get cool, the "ne sonim" part literally has me on a chokehold. literally all his singing and rapping parts are amazing but I'll stop here.

your wish for them: i hope he gets to do what he loves without feeling the burden of the pressure to act according to his "image" and I'd love to see more of producer, song-writer hyunjin 👀

anything about them: this is more about me lol but I swear, no one ever has affected me like hyunjin does. i dont have a crush or anything but the admiration i have for him couldn't compare to anything i feel for anyone. what i feel for stray kids as a whole, i dont feel for any other group but hyunjin-- this man just makes me feel things so deeply whether it's the emotions through his dance or the firey passion through his raps. maniac hyunjin during the bridge and the second chorus will forever remain in my head from today.

did you listen to their album? if so, thoughts? 👀

it's soooooo sad that I can add only 10 pics but thanks for reading huhu (sorry if there are typos lmao)

may the stars always listen to you,

ren<3

heLLO sorry i am posting this so late maybe i was hoarding it to look at the pictures yES HIS LAUGH N HIS NOSE SCRUNCHES :((( n his dancing!!! the artistry n expressions!!!! the "I'm sorry I'm dirty ratatatatata" is so underrated i love how he n changbin both do that part <333 also all those looks r SO GOOD ugh ur so right...

reading this was so wholesome thank u for sending this n adding so many gorgeous pics hehe :) hyunjin absolute ATE in maniac!!! also i rly love his parts in venom and his raps throughout the album especially lonely st!!! and ofc his ttaeng!s freeze

> bias loving hours are (always) open <