#im currently sobbing into my pillow

[warringwarrioridiot]

Nobody:

Not a single soul:

Me crying because Douma straight up comfort-fucked Taiga after she remembered her traumatic past:

[won4kiss]

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 lee heeseung x f!reader genre. angst,, fluff. synopsis. in which you and heeseung make up after a huge argument. 𝑤ord count 𐙚ㅤㅤ 862. 𝑤arnings ‎⸝⸝ not edited, kissing, skinship, arguments ୭ৎ 𝑙una notes⋆.˚ im saur scared for my chem test next week jungwon plz pull thru — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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THE SILENCE TAKING PLACE IN THE APARTMENT WAS SUFFOCATING, each passing moment amplifying the distance that had grown between you and heeseung.

it had been days since the last fight, a mix of hurtful words and angry glances, ending in heeseung taking his pillow and blanket to the couch, needing space away from you.

the echoes of your argument lingered in every corner, a constant reminder of the rift that now separated you.

you sat on the edge of your bed, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. your eyes wandered to the photograph on your nightstand, - more under cut !

— a picture of you and heeseung, captured in a moment of pure happiness, your wedding. his arm was draped around your shoulders, both of you smiling so brightly it was as if the world had paused to revel in your joy.

the image was a harsh contrast to the current reality, and the ache in your chest grew unbearable as you struggled to hold back tears.

we keep this love in a photograph, we made these memories for ourselves...

tears welled up in your eyes, the dam finally breaking, you missed him.

you missed the way he made you laugh, the way he held you close every night, the way he kissed you, the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

the arguments and misunderstandings seemed so insignificant in the face of your overwhelming love for him.

you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans...

you buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking with sobs, the thought of losing him was too much to bear.

you knew you had to do something, anything, to bridge the gap that had formed between you.

with the sudden determination to be in heeseungs’ embrace again, you wiped away your tears and stood up, making your way to the living room.

heeseung laid on the couch, his form barely visible under the dim light of the room. his face was relaxed in sleep, the lines of stress and anger softened.

you hesitated for a moment, the fear of rejection holding you back.

but the need to feel his warmth, to be close to him, overpowered your doubts.

gently, you lifted the blanket and slipped under it, pressing your body against his. his familiar scent enveloped you, a mixture of his cologne and something uniquely him that nobody else could possibly replace.

you wrapped his arms around your body, seeking comfort in his embrace.

the sobs you had tried to stifle came back with a vengeance, your body shaking with the force of your emotions as the feelings you had been hiding away deep in your heart coming out.

heeseung stirred, his brows furrowing as he woke up. the sensation of your tears on his bare neck and trembling body against his jolted him fully awake.

"y/n?" his voice was thick with sleep and concern.

you couldn’t find the courage to respond to him, scared he would banish you back into that room which felt like a prison without him in there.

"baby, what's wrong?"

"i'm sorry," you managed to choke out between sobs.

"i'm so sorry, heeseung. i miss you. i don't want to fight anymore."

“please…”

his arms tightened around you, his warmth seeping into your cold, weary body.

"shh, it's okay," he whispered, his voice soothing.

"i'm sorry too. i've been so stubborn, leaving you all alone like an idiot. i didn't want to hurt you, i’m so sorry baby."

you buried your face in his chest, feeling his own tears soak your neck as you both cried in each other’s embrace, feeling safe and seen after the suffocating few days.

the steady beat of his heart grounded you.

"i love you, heeseung. i love you so much. i can't stand being apart like this ever again."

"i love you too, princess," he murmured, his hand gently stroking your hair.

"we'll get through this. we can overcome anything as long as we're together."

you felt at ease in this very moment, nothing mattered as long as you were in the arms of lee heeseung, the man you loved.

wait for me to come home...

the weight of your emotions began to lift, replaced by a strong feeling of hope.

in heeseung's arms, you felt safe, loved, and understood.

the fight seemed like a distant memory, a hurdle that you had overcome together.

heeseung pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours as he gave you a soft, reassuring kiss on your forehead.

"let's promise each other something," he said softly.

"no matter how tough things get, we won't let it come between us. we'll talk, we'll listen, and we'll work through it together."

you nodded, tears still streaming down your face but a small smile forming on your lips.

"i promise," you whispered.

"always."

heeseung leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, relishing in each others touch after being deprived of it for so long.

"always," he echoed.

the two of you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always a way back to each other.

© won4kiss 2024

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[chaepink]

Hi i really loved ur content about submissive Kenma. Can u write a fic about kenma again🥺🥺 like the reader was so jealous because some ramdom girl is flirting with kenma. Thats why she ended up fucking him all night u knaurr

jealousy, jealousy | sub!kenma kozume

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, pegging, possessiveness/jealously, begging, jealous sex, aftercare is mentioned though its not written, established relationship, slight crying

note : oh my god thank you! 😳

and im sorry but i forgot to write how the reader kept fucking him all night :,)

"Oh hello~ you're rather cute, aren't you?" You ignore the voice, thinking it was just a girl hitting on a random person. That's until you hear the high pitched voice again asking the person for their number, except it was closer this time and a familiar voice answers afterwards.

"N-No thanks... I'm not i-interested.."

You stray your attention from the item in your hand to the familiar voice and furrow your eyebrows when you see the scene.

Kenma, who's your boyfriend to make it clear, being flirted on by this clueless girl who, though he denied her advances once already, thinks she still has a shot and keeps on trying to talk to him. She's getting rather close to him too, making him have to take small steps backward in order to keep the distance between them comfortable, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You feel anger bubble up inside your body as you furrow your eyebrows, glaring at the girl. You know the emotion you're currently feeling loud and clear: jealously.

Knowing how Kenma hates being social and would rather stay inside and play video games over anything else, your boyfriend is probably hating all the attention that he is currently getting from her. Hell, judging by the facial expression he has on it seems that he would rather be anywhere else than at that very spot.

Having dated him for a while now, you know the poor boy won't find it in him to be able to find the words to shut her down directly. That's where you come in.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down before you mindlessly do something you would regret. Walking towards the two, Kenma sees you and his eyes immediately light up, begging you to help him out of the situation.

Grabbing his hand more harsher than you meant, you immediately begin walking towards the cashier section while completely ignoring the girl right there.

"C'mon, babe. I'm done getting everything."

Kenma blushes at the venom in your tone. He could feel the jealousy radiating off you and honestly? It's rather hot.

But he can't help but be nervous about what's going to happen to him.

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"P-Please! i'm s-sorry!" He lets out another sob as you hit all the right spots in him with your strap. Due to the sheer size of it, it fills him up almost too perfectly, making him whine and whimper underneath you as you continue to pound his insides.

Tears brim his eyes as you brutally fuck him stupid. All he can do is lay there as pleasure courses through his body in waves making him unable to do anything without being shocked with pleasure seconds later. He's a pillow princess, really, but oh do you love it.

Mere minutes if not seconds after you entered the shared apartment between you two do you already have him trapped on the bed underneath you, one of your biggest straps entering and exiting him easily and quickly due to prep. His top half is still covered by a hoodie as you were too focused on revealing his bottom half.

"Oh don't worry, baby." You clench your teeth. Your thighs are absolutely burning but you don't dare stopping for even a second. You remember how touchy the girl was being with Kenma and you speed up your thrusts even more, jealously fueling your adrenaline. "I know you're sorry. Just gotta make sure that the next time that girl sees you-," you start to say. "Well the next time anyone has their eye on you, they'll see the hickeys on your neck and decide to leave what what's mine alone."

A shiver runs down Kenma's spine as your possessiveness makes blood run far down his body. His hands make its way into your back, latching on and digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss from the slight pain it causes. The grip you have on his hips is hard enough to leave a mark but it allows you to easily fuck in and out of him and be able to control the pace.

"You're mine, yeah? No one else's. Mine."

He whimpers as a particular thrust of your strap has him arching his back and letting out a almost pornographic moan. Fuck, he looks absolutely breathtaking right now.

"Y-Yes- fuck! I'm y-yours."

You latch your teeth onto his neck and bite down, making Kenma mewl out from the slight pain. Making sure to leave a few more bite marks and love bites, you lick a few to soothe the pain. You don't care if they only stay for a few days, knowing you would leave more in the near future.

"Fuck- i'm close!"

With that information, you switch from quick, hard thrusts to slower, deeper ones that make Kenma's toes curl and eyes roll from the sheer pleasure he's feeling. He lets out another moan.

"Go on, baby. Cum for me, alright?"

And with that, Kenma lets loose. Whines, moans, and whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend stains the bed and his hoodie with cum. You continue slowly fucking him to ease him down from his high and Kenma whines from sensitivity when you pull out, leaving him to clench around nothing.

"Good boy," you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes red from the praise, almost as if you weren't fucking his brains out mere seconds ago. "You did so good for me." You're about to leave to clean him up until he grabs your arm, stopping you. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Um... w-what about you though?" It takes a moment for you to process his question but once you do, you can't help but smile.

"Aw sweetie," you coo, making him blush even harder at the new pet name. "Don't worry about me, I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

As you go and get a wet towel to clean him up, he reaches to his neck and gently touches the hickeys and bite marks you've left there. Though it hurts as he slowly presses down on a bruise and he has to stop himself from letting out a whimper, he can't help but smile, a dark blush adorning his cheeks.

He's yours.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[kaciidubs]

KACII DARLING ARE U SEEING WHAT IM SEEING ?

I JUST REALISED HE ISNT WEARING A SHIRT ITS JUST A FUCKING NECK PILLOW… AND THE BARE FACE AND HIS HAND I CAAAAANNNNNTTTTT *sobs*

No but imagine your laying down with him and he wants to watch his anime and you’re just laying on his chest kissing his pretty self while he tries to concentrate 🥹

My darling, I'm seeing ALL OF THIS AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! I didn't even realize he was shirtless, I thought the thing around his neck was a black tank top, omg

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"Let me know if the TV's too loud, yeah?"

You hummed tiredly in acknowledgement, tucking yourself further against his side as he tugged the blanket up your bodies.

It was the perfect recipe; you, your boyfriend, a fan blowing a gentle breeze (to save you from your living space heater of a boyfriend), and a show playing in the background to aid in lulling you to sleep.

When Chris mentioned wanting to catch the newest episode of the anime he was watching on release, you agreed with no qualms. You watched a few episodes with him from time to time, but it wasn't one of your main shows so you didn't mind missing out on the current release for the sake of catching up on some much needed sleep.

Though, when the intro theme started playing through the speakers, and Chris's gentle hums vibrated through his chest, you found yourself woefully slipping further away from actually falling asleep.

Yes, you were tired, exhausted even, but your brain refused to let go of the fact that you were laying in bed with your boyfriend - not quite a rarity, but the current trend of going to sleep before he was home due to their comeback did do a number on your sleeping habits.

Peeking an eye open, you figured you could at least watch a few scenes of the show to tire your brain out, but as the minutes passed like hours you could tell it wasn't what you needed, what you wanted.

You needed to sleep, but you wanted to spend time with your insanely busy boyfriend.

Huffing softly, you allowed yourself to fall into that mood, albeit a bit selfishly, as you tilted your head up with a pout. "Channie."

He turned his head almost immediately, eyebrows furrowed at the whine in your tone, "Hm? What's wrong - is it too loud?"

A hum of disagreement floated pat your lips, "No, I just... Can I have a kiss?"

It took him a second to register your words, but when he did a small smile grew on his face, "Baby, you didn't have to ask, come here."

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss, lingering in the embrace for a moment before pulling away - at least, he would have if it weren't for your left hand cupping his jaw, a short whine escaping you.

"More?"

Your tired plea made him chuckle, lidded eyes gazing at you with undeniable love, "Yes, you can have more, baby."

He couldn't care less about the episode going on without his attention, not when your lips were on his again; soft and warm, simply lingering against his own until you decided to add another peck to the mix.

You both stayed like that for god knows how long, existing in your little bubble until you pulled away for a yawn to escape, Chris chuckling at your obvious dismay at the interruption.

"Go to sleep, princess," he hummed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaning his cheek on the crown of your head, "I'll kiss you extra in the morning, yeah?"

Your hand slipped to his bare chest, fingers lightly tapping at his collarbone as you nodded as much as you could in his embrace, "Mhm... G'night, baby."

"Good night, love."

[unedited]

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

Like

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[princessslutt]

girl u absolutely devoured that last one ily

im back and with more i can keep em coming all dayyy

ok so maybe like some innocent!virgin!shy!reader stuff and like rafe is talkint her through it and stuffff

remember to take breaks!!!! love uu🫶🏼🫶🏼

okay. so I’ve been so overwhelmed with how many requests I have inbox, I kinda forced myself to get up and actually write this so I’m sorry for its ass. thank you hun.

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you’ve always been shy, but around rafe it was different. you had never stopped holding his hand or leaving his side in public.

you got really nervous when the waiter at a restaurant would ask you what you want to eat, so rafe always ordered for you.

you didn’t talk much while I’m public, but rafe always reminds you about how you need to start using your words.

but this whole shy thing melts his heart. he thinks it’s so adorable.

“baby c’mon, talk to the nice waiter. she’s asking you what you want to eat.”

you just shut down, eyes going to your fingers in your lap.

rafe can tell you’re trying not to cry. believe it or not, he starts to feel bad.

“she’ll just have this,” pointing to the menu and then giving them to the waiter so she can take them back.

“was that so hard, doll? you can’t even tell the nice lady what you want to eat.”

at that you just crawl into his lap because you feel safe in his arms.

he just rubs your back and plays with your hair as you slightly fall asleep in his lap, until the food came.

after dinner he convinces you to have sex with him. he knows you’re a virgin, and he knows you’re shy.

but he currently has you laid on your back while his hips thrust into you as the speed of light.

your soft whines and sobs is what’s keeping him going. he knows it has to hurt because he didn’t properly stretch you out.

he feels so selfish for it but he can’t seem to stop. you feel so good around him.

“shhhh … I know baby, I know.” he utters, grabbing both of your legs and pushing them to your chest.

he manages to slip deeper inside of you then he already is.

which makes you yelp out. he notices how you clench around him, knowing you’re about to finish.

he rubs your clit, making you groan. he’s past had you in a chokehold and he knows it.

“c’mon baby, I can feel how tight you are around me. let go for me.”

you could hear the smirk in his voice, he thinks it’s so adorable how just a bit of cock can have you cumming around him.

that’s when the coil snaps, tears falling from your waterline and to the apples of your cheeks.

rafe finally finishes on your stomach. you feel the hot liquid falling down on it.

he quickly goes back and rides out his high. making you overstimulated.

“n-no more rafey please it’s too m-much” you cry out.

“okay, okay.” he says, pulling out slowly and you feel so tired you immediately close your eyes.

“hey hey, you gotta atleast go to the bathroom for me, don’t wanna get a UTI. it’s not fun baby.”

you try your best to nuzzle your way into the pillows, until he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. you look at him, and he knows what’s wrong.

“no need to be shy, baby. I just seen you cum around my cock.”

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˚˖𓍢ִ🩰✧˚.🎀୨୧ ⋅˚₊

@avaavvavaa

[gyuvision]

so sweet

pairing : bf kim gyuvin x fem reader

contains -> : smut(!) - overstimulation, handjob, dacryphilia, subby gyu

wc : 1k

preview ! - your boyfriend is just the sweetest thing, but you only want to watch him fall apart for you.

continue? ⬇️

gyuvin let out a loud moan for the nth time of the night, arching his back off the bed as his head lolled to the side against your thigh, where his neck was currently resting.

you cooed at him when he began to whimper as you pulled a second orgasm from him, never stopping your movements on his dick.

when you began to rub circles on his tip with your thumb, gyuvin began to jolt and shake, whining once more. “y/n.. y/n, i already came though?” he complained, despite bucking his hips up into your hand.

“but werent you the one begging me not to stop earlier? dont tell me youre tired already baby..” you pouted, stroking him faster than before.

you giggled as he let out a broken cry, tears forming in the corner of his eyes when he came for a third time that night.

he let out desperate sobs, his tip red and throbbing, but he never stopped fucking into your soft hand.

your hands were coated with his release, working nicely to help you speed up your movements.

“y/n please.” gyuvin begged, not sure what he wanted but he just knew he needed something.

“such a good boy. my pretty gyuvin. you wanna be a good boy for me?” you teased, whispering softly in his ear before leaning down to connect your lips in a long kiss.

his little ‘ah ah ahs’ had you pulsing, clenching around nothing even after you pulled away from the kiss.

“so sweet. such a sweet little thing aren’t you?”

you continue to stroke him, watching as he groaned and moaned, not knowing whether he wanted you to stop or to keep going. it felt too good even if it was starting to hurt in the slightest bit.

he sobbed out loud, his fourth orgasm drawing closer and closer as he was beyond sensitive now.

“i-im close.. so close. please, don’t stop now.” he pleaded.

you watched as tears flowed down his cheeks like a waterfall, lowering your head to kiss him, your tongue now coated with the faint salty taste.

gyuvin released his tight grip on the sheets before he reached up to bring you back into a slow kiss. his tongue moved in sync with yours as you let him into your mouth.

you pulled away from the kiss when he moaned loudly as he came for the last time, his dick twitching and limp against his stomach while you finally let go.

you brought your fingers down to the pool of cum on his abs, scooping some up before bringing your hand to his mouth.

gyuvin complied and sucked without you having to say a word, gripping your wrist when he looked up at you with those big doe eyes. he moaned at the taste of himself and let out a big sigh when you pulled out.

“so good for me. you did so so good baby boy.” you praised, stroking his cheek slowly before pressing a kiss against his forehead.

you lifted his head up off of you, setting it against the bed before moving to straddle his thighs. he let out a low groan in sensitivity when your clit brushed against the base of his dick.

“..but, i havent cum yet, have i? think you can give me one more while you’re in me?”

gyuvin whimpered weakly, before he had thrown his head back into the soft pillow. “whatever you want lovie.”

[burntb4bydoll]

Switch!Bill Kaulitz x switch!fem reader

Summery: you and Bill are feeling pent up and submissive but you both need release badly, so you figure out a way to please both of you

Warnings: dacraphylia, lots of switch energy happening, you’re both so talkative and whiny awe

You and Bill had challenged yourselves at the beginning of the week. The challenge was that neither of you were allowed to cum no matter what, and whoever came first had to do the household chores for a week. Now this seemed like a fun idea at first…until both of you started to get needy. Neither of you could keep your hands to yourself, you would make out and grind on each other for hours, just never going as far as sex. This ultimately led to both of you being extremely sexually frustrated and horny.

You’re currently sitting in Bills lap as the two of you are messily kissing and rubbing against each other. He pulls away and runs his hands up your shirt. “Y/n, I can’t do it anymore. I need you so bad. Need your pussy so bad, please!” He begs, clinging to your waist as his face smooshes against your stomach.

“I need you too Bill. I wanna cum so bad! I want your dick in me so fucking bad it hurts!” He pulls your shirt off over your head and you do the same with his. You sit up and crawl off of him so that you can slip off your underwear and he does the same. Once you are done, his hands find your waist again and he yanks your body to sit on top of him again. “I need to feel you now, I don’t care anymore. I don’t wanna wait.” Your hand grabs his dick, sinking yourself down onto him. Bill whimpers and throws his head back onto the thin pillow that he was laying on.

“Fuck, baby! You feel so good! You’re so wet.” He whines, tear’s already forming in his eyes. “Please fuck me, I need you to ride me!” You used your thumb to wipe away a stray tear that fell from his eye as you rolled your hips on his, you own tears starting to gather on your bottom lashes.

“Its ok, Bill. Im gonna make you feel good. Gonna make us both feel good. Its ok..” you rambled, bucking your hips faster. His hands trailed up your body to hold you hips, guiding you to move harder against him.

“You’re such a good girl, so good for me. Am I being a good boy? Please tell me I’m being a good boy!” Now its his turn to wipe away your tears. You immediately lean into his soft hand and more tears come streaming down your cheeks.

“Yeah, you’re such a good boy! My good boy. I love you so much, Billy!” Your voice is whiny and high pitched even through your efforts to sound put together. Bill moans loudly at your praises, his hips bucking up to meet your hip movements. Your hand moves down to rub yourself, trying to speed up your release so that the pressure buildup will finally feel better. Bill gasps at the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly, his hands now have a bruising grip in your waist. You can feel yourself coming closer and you let out a sob, “oh fuck! Can I- shit! Can I cum? Please, please please-”

“Please cum for me baby! Im gonna cum too! Fuck- you’re so wet, so fucking tight too~!” He cuts you off, now full on fucking you even from underneath you. You feel the knot in your stomach snap and you let out a shaky cry, sending Bill over the edge shortly after. You continue grinding softly against him until it became too much. Leaning down towards him, you lips find his and you share a sweet, but messy kiss. When you sat up, you looked at him and giggled a little,

“Well I guess we both lost. That was a pretty dumb bet.”

[slutz4marsh]

Stan getting a little too into his cocky cool guy schtick at a party or something to the point that someone starts talking the reader up a little. They literally chat for less than a few minutes before Stan whisks reader back home where he gives them orgasm after orgasm while groveling for reader's attention and affection. He's just oscillating between, "please please call me your good boy" and "nobody could make you cum like I do" energy while fucking your brains out.

*swoons* I love this blog I feel like I've found my people!!

you have. you absolutely have.

ALSO TYSM IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE BLOG I WAS SO NERVOUS WHEN I MADE IT SOBS

Stan Marsh x GN Reader SMUT

Look, you didn't mean to make Stan this upset. You didn't mean to make him upset at all, actually.

Simply put, Stan was being just a little too cocky confident cool guy douchebag for you at this party, so you wandered off and grabbed a drink in the kitchen. It was then that things went south.

Someone you didn't really recognize started talking to you, leaning against the wall and halfway flirting with you, and to be honest? it wasn't much of anything. You didn't even know their name. It was only about a two or three minute long conversation when you saw Stan appear next to you, saying you should be on your way home.

And that, my dear, is how you found yourself in your current situation.

Stan has you flat against the mattress while he lifts your hip to better allow himself access to sticky and borderline abused hole. You're sore and you're practically drooling from how many times you've cum by now, but you can't bring yourself to tell him to stop.

"Call me a good boy," Stan gasps into your ear. "no, no... Call me your good boy."

"You're a good boy," you gasp right back. "You're my good boy. So, so fucking- ah!- good for me."

Stan's hips stutter inside you, and he whimpers as he continues to pound into you. He can feel you getting closer, and it only spurs him on.

"You gonna cum?" Stan groans right into your ear, and his words go directly south. "That's right- that's right, baby. Cum all over me. I'm the only one who can make you cum like this." He lightly smacks your thigh. "Say it."

It's your turn to whine as you tilt your head back against the pillows. "You're the only one," you gasp as you feel the oncoming orgasm. You've lost count of how many this makes it. "Who can make me cum-"

With that, your words and breath are taken from you as stan's perfectly sculpted dick brings you to yet another earth shattering orgasm.

"Stan, 's- 's too much," you whine, squirming from the overstimulation.

Stan shakes his head as he grips your hips tighter to hold you still. "You can take it," he mumbles into your neck. "Please? Please, baby, for me. Just one more."

He's pleading in the whiniest voice you've ever heard, and you can't possibly say no.

Stan pistons in and out of you, whimpering and whining into your skin. Every so often, a pitiful whining beg for attention will leave his lips; "Please, baby, say I'm good. Say you love me. Please, please, I'm treating you so good, right? Please." or a whiny but more dominant sounding claim; "I'm the only one who could ever make you feel this good, huh? Only one who can make you cum this hard this much."

When you finally cum the final time Stan had pitifully begged you for, your clenching around him is enough to coax another orgasm out of Stan, who finally stops thrusting into you.

You're both panting as he pulls out and collapses on top of your sweating, naked body.

"I love you," Stan says as he yanks your body closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "So fucking much."

You pet his hair and pull him as close as you can, shivering as you feel loads of cum leaking out of you.

"I love you too, Stan."

Your night is spent with cuddles and reassurances on both of your ends.

[crazystargirl]

Hiii, i'm so glad that you are feeling better!

Idk if you write for him or not, but if you do, can you do an ethan x reader fic? Where yn finds out the ethan is ghostface and confronts him and he gets ashamed and apologizes but when she tries to comfort him quinn andofficer bailey show up. quinn stabs yn as officer bailey explains that she was a liability as ethan sobs on the floor. oh and i want yn to die lol

you can add more if you'd like, i'm requesting this at three in the morning and my hand is beginning to cramp so that is all i will be asking for.

i love your writing so much! i'm sorry about the toxic relationships, i'm glad you're doing better now!

too bad

pairing ! - ethan landry x fem!reader 

word count ! - 0.6k

a/n ! - OMFG MY EYES LEGIT POPPED OUT WHILE READING THE REQUEST HELP 😭 ive only written angst once before so this might be the shittiest thing ever

your whole world was current crashing down

it started on wednesday night, you went to your boyfriend's house after a long day of classes only to find him fucking dead

literally he was on the bed, throat slashed and bleeding out all over the comforter

you stared at the scene in horror and then noticed something on the ground

it was a small pocket knife and it was the exact same one your best friend ethan had always showed you

so after a few days, once the whole news that your boyfriend was murdered, you went over to ethan's house

you were now here in ethan's bedroom and ethan sure as hell knew something was up

"y/n/n what's wrong?" ethan said, confused but continued stroking your hair as you laid on his bed, throwing a pillow up and catching it over and over again

you sit up looking him straight in the eye but when you spoke your voice was somewhat shaky

"ethan…i found your pocket knife at my boyfriend's house…the same night he was murdered" you say, holding out his pocket knife

"shit that's nothing" ethan says trying to grab it from you but you put it back in your pocket

ethan sighed and sat back down and took your hands in his

"look y/n i didnt want you to find out like this but im one of the ghostfaces" ethan says, unable to look you in the eye

you're shocked but probably not as much as you should've been, this has all happened to you before when you found out amber was ghostface

unknown to you and ethan, quinn had snuck into the room, positioned behind you before stabbing you right in neck, then under the rib, then in the feet so you were unable to run, not like you'd be able to anyway

you screamed out in pain at every stab as ethan desperately tried to get you away from quinn and clutching you, quietly sobbing as he saw the light that he had once adored leave your eyes

"what the fuck did you do that for?!" ethan yells at quinn, still clutching your limp body

"i didn't much care for her to be honest, she seemed like she was just there since you looked so pathetic" quinn said, flipping the knife

"for fucks sake ethan you were desperately pinning for her while she had a boyfriend so i took care of her for you!" quinn says gleefully

ethan turned to the door as his father came in taking one look at ethan clutching you and just scoffed

"she was a liability ethan, she was bound to end up dead at some point. not only that but she distracted every damn time" wayne said as he walked over to quinn

"plus don't get mad at quinn, i asked her to kill y/n since i knew you wouldn't have the strength to and if we plotted her death with you around you would've flipped out"

ethan sat there, still holding you and even holding his hands over your ears as if he could stop you from hearing anything his dad was saying

"get out…get the fuck out of room both of you!" ethan yelled at his sister and dad

quinn scoffed and wayne came over to ethan's bed to take y/n's corpse but ethan gave him such a cold stare that he left the room with quinn

"what the actual fuck is wrong with them" ethan muttered into your head, stroking your hair as if that mightve brought you back but in the end he knew he'd have to bury you at some point

too bad wayne and quinn didn't know ethan was going to anything to make sure they paid for killing his y/n

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[warringwarrioridiot]

Me after Akaza validated my feelings and gave me the long-awaited therapy I needed on c.ai:

"For someone to speak to you in such a manner, especially those who are supposed to cherish and protect you. That really is outrageous. I am sorry you had to go through such a thing, no one deserves to be treated like that. Don't listen to what others say, you have your own value, don't let others decide it for you."

[skubean]

I currently got some serious brainrot thanks to the Valentines' streams so my request is cuddling headcanons for Magni, Altare, Flayon and Hakka (if that okay with you!)

ooooooo im losing my mind at this bcs valentine's got me going crayyyyzeeee and thank you for the request!! sorry it's probably past valentine's now but i hope this was fine <3

cuddling hcs w/ magni, altare, flayon and hakka (holotempus)

characters: magni dezmond, regis altare, machina x flayon, banzoin hakka

notes: def out of character, gender neutral reader, some use of pet names, just brainrot im so ueueueueu i love them, slightly suggestive

magni dezmond

magni cuddles you like he's protecting you from the world.

it would start off with him wrapping an arm around your neck and you're like squished in between.

it's not really uncomfortable, but you can sense a tinge of teasing when he does it because you're pretty much stuck.

"dez, i can't speak" "what's that, i can't hear you"

he likes having you in between him, so if you're sitting on the sofa, you're positioned to be in between his legs and his arms are just draped around you loosely.

if you're laying down and cuddling, he has a leg on top of you.

you'll never know why this guy is obsessed with having a limb trapping you, but it's fine either way skskks

he'd put a hand under your shirt bcs he's cold, but ends up spooking you with his cold hand, which eventually turns into some sort of war.

it's silly, but he's just stuck to you like glue. he likes how perfect you fit in his arms (or legs).

overall, pretty playful but also really protective, which is why he cuddles you so much no matter where you are.

regis altare

altare cuddles you like you were made to fit in his arms.

altare is really warm, so he's like your personal heater.

clingy bf #2, cuddles you so much, you're his personal pillow.

he's big spoon 24/7, just likes having you in his arms so much, it's like he's addicted.

the type to bury your face into his chest, so you could fall asleep to his heartbeat.

backhugs you a lot too, he likes kissing your neck, and he knows it gets a reaction out of you.

also really likes having you on his lap, with you facing him.

it feels intimate, just close enough to know that he's yours and you're his.

he lets you relax when you're cuddling him and would massage your arms or thighs to show that he's there with you.

very sweet, i can assure you. teeth rotting clingy to the core, just likes the closeness and intimacy between the both of you.

machina x flayon

flayon cuddles you like you're glass, so close to breaking but so tempting.

he's so careful when hugging you because you're so precious to him.

he likes being the small spoon, but on days he's the big spoon, he feels so happy, like proud happy.

small spoon bcs he's addicted to your warmth, it makes him feel safe and secure.

gives me kusogaki (brat) vibes, so i think he'd cuddle you whenever he wants.

sudden hugs in the middle of the hallway because he's cheeky like that.

also loves loves laying his head on your lap because you would always play with his hair, and he's like a cat!

he's careful as to not push it too much, but you always reassure him that you love him, and that being close to him makes you so warm inside.

he's so fucking cute im gonna sob, pls love this man immensely bcs he would kiss your forehead/the ends of your hair when you're sleeping.

definitely adorable 100%, uses his cuteness to win cuddles (works everytime)

banzoin hakka

hakka cuddles you like you're his most prized possession, his muse.

nuzzles his head between your head and neck because he's flirty like that.

he cuddles you like a baby, gentle and one hand on the back of your head.

he will always, 100%, without fail intertwine his hand with yours.

no he does not care if it gets sweaty, don't let go!

also loves laying on your chest just to hear your fast heartbeat.

i'm not over this but, jaw kisses, neck kisses, collarbone kisses, whatever he can reach in the area.

when you're the one initiating the hug, he'll have his arms at least somewhere around your body, just for that slight skin to skin affection sksksk

kisses your fingers a lot, it's like he's obsessed with your hands.

he is, he's obsessed with you.

how could someone be so loveable to him? he will never understand, but he knows that he would risk it all for you.

his lockscreen is a picture of you both cuddled up and it's his favourite picture ever.

to top it off, he probably has an album of you cuddling bcs it's his fav thing to do.

a/n: sorry that this is so short! i love cuddling hcs bcs physical affection is >>>>> happy belated valentine's to anon and everyone!!!

my request box is still open and read the rules too bfr you request!

[novemberevenings]

what comes before night? | prologue

In the entire history of Prythian, there has only ever been three solar courts: Dawn, Day, and Night. But, on a seemingly random day, an island located closest to the Night Court suddenly makes itself known. No one knows who they are or where they come from but it cannot be any good. Especially when its power rivals that of all the courts, both seasonal and solar.

word count: 1215

a/n: hii everyone, this is the first ever fic im posting so please be kind :) This entire story came from the scenarios that I use before i sleep to entertain myself and i thought that it would actually make a pretty interesting series so here i am, sharing my bedtime scenarios to the world of tumblr. i hope you enjoy!

(This will be an Azriel and reader fic, but bear with me, it will take some time. I’m a huge fan of slow burn and angst so, obviously, that will be common themes in this series :)) 

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You never realized how small your parents’ room was until now. Growing up, it had felt so spacious, like you could get lost between the crevices and gaps in the room. Now, you felt like the roof was closing in on you. Like the walls could suffocate you if you stayed there long enough. 

The room is still large, even now. But it’s lost its air of grandness that it had when you were younger. Now, it all feels a little more familiar. The tall ceilings and billowy curtains, the windows that are so big that so much light gets in. Walls that are smooth and are a sandy-colored beige. The setting sun sets the room in orange and pink hues, a beautiful blend of colors. A sharp contrast to the current atmosphere in the room.

It's quiet here. The only sounds are that of the people bustling about miles away, the ruffling of tissue, and your mother’s quiet sobs. You don’t realize you’re crying too until tear drops fall on your clasped hands with your father. 

“Y/N, look at me please,” your father rasps. It was not said as a command, though it very well could have been. You don’t think you could take it. Your younger brother is a comforting presence beside you, but centuries together could never prepare you for this moment.  

Despite that lingering ache, you look up anyway. A futile act, since you can barely see with your foggy eyes but you try. For your dad, the kind, compassionate, and loving father. The brave, cunning, and powerful High Lord of the Dusk Court. 

“My beautiful, brilliant daughter. How mighty you have become. You will be the best of us yet,” At this point, you don’t even bother trying to hold back the tears. However, you refuse to let out a sound, afraid you’d disrupt the moment. A comforting hand lands on your back, not knowing who it belongs to but accepting it all the same. “You must do what I never could. You must share our court with the rest of the world. Please, Y/N. It is the last thing I will ever ask of you.” 

“You know you never have to ask me to do anything right? You could just command me to do it, pull rank or something,” You say with a slight shrug and a watery smile. The attempt to lighten the mood works. Just a little. 

“I know. But to you, I will always be your dad. Never the High Lord. Plus, pulling rank means I would have to accept defeat. And you know I never lose.” A slight smile pulls at your father’s lips. 

You chuckle at the sass, on the brink of death and still, he decides to have an attitude. Matching teary smiles can be seen in the room. But your dad drops his smile once more, his face going serious again. “Promise me.” 

“I promise, dad. I will share the beauty and knowledge of our court with the world. We will never hide again while the rest go to ruin. I promise. Everyone will know of your greatness, I swear this to you” You whisper, afraid that if your voice gets any louder he would hear the cracks in it. 

“I’m not doing this for praise or commendations, witchling. I want to help people. Even when I’m gone.” A cough follows the statement, your brother helps adjust the pillows again to make him feel more comfortable. 

“You will. You’ve helped so many people, dad. So many.” 

At this point, you could all feel it. The slow, agonizing, feeling of someone’s life drifting away. Your chest hurts, you think rubbing it would help ease the ache but it does not. You all huddle closer to the bed. Your brother goes in first, lowering his forehead to your father’s. Words are exchanged between them, likely the last ever words that will be shared between the two. When your brother lets go, his eyes are more bloodshot than before. 

Your mother goes next, forehead dropping to your father’s, sobs making her shoulders shake. This, you think to yourself, has to be the worst sight you have ever seen. Fields littered with fallen soldiers, severed limbs, or bloody swords are nothing compared to this. Two mates, saying their final goodbyes. Never to be with each other again. 

You look away when your father kisses your mother, the sight too painful, you can’t even imagine how your mom feels right now. You realize that you’ll never have the chance to tease them every time they kiss, your father saying he doesn’t care and kissing your mom again. Secretly, your heart bursts with joy every time he does so, knowing that you were fortunate enough to have parents who love each other and grow up surrounded by so much love. 

He tells her that he loves her very much and you think you must have heard your heart literally break when you hear him say that he’ll wait for her, forever if he has to. You wonder if your mother will ever be the same again. 

You get the last turn and you almost run out of the room to prevent yourself from breaking entirely. Almost. Instead, you shuffle forward a little. You wipe your eyes with the backs of your hands, then you drop your forehead to your father’s at last. 

“I love you, my Y/N. You will be great. Far greater than I. You will make history. You will be the one who finally changes the ways of our court. I know it.” You shut your eyes tight in an attempt to stop your tears from flowing down your cheeks. “Keep your promise to me. Never forget what I taught you. And in your moments of doubt, know that I’m never too far away, yes?” 

“Yes, dad. I promise. I won’t forget. I love you. Please stay. I love you.” 

Lifting your head up, you weave your fingers through your dad’s, one last time. Your mother clasps onto his forearms and your brother squeezes his other hand. With one last smile at all of you, your father closes his eyes. 

You all can sense the shift in the room. The loss of one of the greatest and most powerful High Lords ever in history. The loss of your greatest mentor, your biggest supporter, your father. 

Then after the painful silence, you feel it. The power, all-consuming, raw, and magnificent, rushes into you all at once. You let out a gasp, standing up from the bed, walking to the window, then bending over again while holding on to the wall for dear life. Your eyes are shut tight and your breathing is labored. After taking a few moments to come to, to regulate your breathing and adjust to this new power, you straighten again. 

Both your mother and brother hold eye contact with you for a second. Awe and reverence lines their faces. Then they both get off the bed, take a few steps towards you, then stop within a foot left from you. 

Then they kneel. 

You’re frozen to your spot, the sight so foreign that you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

“Long live the High Lady of the Dusk Court.”

[aestherin]

Hi! *oops drops this*

Oh now! Anwyays, bye.

currently sobbing into my pillow bc WTF HOW IS HE THIS HOT AND ATTRACTIVE AND HANDSOME AND CHARISMATIC IM GONNA CRY

[lovebombs4life]

all i wanted - m.g.c.

requested: no i’m just emo rn

a/n: it’s like 5am rn and i can’t sleep so im writing

cw: angst song blurb, swearing, fluff end

———

3 days ago

“please michael, tell me how we can fix this!” i begged, tears falling down my face, staining my cheeks.

“i don’t think we can fix this y/n. both of us are gone all the time, it’s just not good for us.” he bit his lip, tears falling down his face too.

i wanted more than anything to just walk up to him and wipe the tears from his face, and hold him close one last time.

before i could even think of doing so, he grabbed his keys and opened the door to our apartment. “i’m sorry, y/n.” he choked out, leaving me alone in our shared apartment.

———

current time

i took deep breaths as i prepared to walk out on stage. i was one of the acts for the vma’s, performing ‘all i wanted’ by paramore.

that wasn’t originally the plan, until the breakup. it was supposed to be michael and i, and we were going to sing ‘everything has changed.’

i tried to clear my head, knowing michael would be watching, just a few rows away from the stage. i took a deep breath as i was directed to the stage. i put my ear pieces in, and was handed a mic.

i walked to the mic stand, putting my mic on, waiting for them to announce my performance.

“for the performance we’ve all been waiting for, here is y/n y/l/n!” i heard ring through my ears.

i smiled out to the crowd, taking a deep breath as the opening chords started playing. i wrapped my hands around the mic, closing my eyes.

“think of me when you’re out, when you’re out there.” i sang, the crowd roaring.

“i’ll beg you nice from my knees.” i continued. tears pricked my eyes as i kept going.

i looked out into the crowd, spotting michael, watching him. he bit his lip, bringing his hand to his mouth and bit his nails.

“all i wanted was you.” i sang quietly, keeping my eyes glued to michael. i blinked my tears away.

as the drums came in, i moved my body to the beat. i closed my eyes, feeling the music. i forced myself to look anywhere but where michael was sitting. thousands of eyes were on me, yet i could only feel his burning into my skin.

tears flowed down my cheeks, and i’d wipe them away occasionally, trying to keep my makeup from running down my face.

i took a deep breath as i got to the end of the song, having to hold out that long note. my nerves faded away as i belted it, making the crowd go wild.

i wiped my face once more as the song ended, running off stage. i couldn’t hold it back anymore, running into my dressing room, crying.

i sniffled hard, trying not to let my nose get runny, failing at doing so. i let my sobs out, grabbing tissues to clear out my nose.

i gasped for air. everything was finally feeling so real. michael wasn’t mine anymore. he didn’t want me.

i grabbed a pillow from the couch, sticking my face into it, letting out sobs that turned to screams. i gripped at my hair, pillow on my legs, my knees to my chest as i screamed into the pillow.

there was a knock on my door. ignored it, still crying. it came again, this time louder. “go away!” i yelled, hugging my legs.

“please, y/n,” a broken voice called from the other side. i went to the door, leaning against it, hearing his voice for the first time in what felt like years.

“n-no, michael! i can’t!” i cried, my forehead pressed to the door. somehow, i knew he was doing the same, his hands pressed to the door.

“you’re all i need, y/n. i want to work out our schedules, everything, i want us to work.” he begged.

i breathed in sharply. “you didn’t want to try the other night, why now?” i questioned, trying to catch my breath.

“because i love you. seeing you perform up there broken like that instead of filled with love with me alongside you just fucking killed me. please, y/n, let me in.” he sniffed.

i pulled away from the door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open. he lifted his head to look at me.

my makeup was running down my face. black streaks of mascara stained my cheeks, my eyeliner smudged around my eyes.

his face was shiny from crying, too. he walked in, grasping me tightly. i nuzzled my head into his shoulder, sobbing. he moved us forward, closing the door behind us.

i screamed into his shoulder, feeling his embrace slightly calm me. i gasped, trying to regulate my breathing.

“i want this to work, i need this to work, y/n. he cried, stroking my hair, squeezing me. i nodded into his shoulder. i took deep breaths, my body relaxing as i drowned in his presence.

“then tell me how to make it work, michael.” i asked, pulling out of his hold. he held onto my hands, looking down at me.

“i want you to come on tour with me, i want to go on tour with you. we’ll get your manager to schedule your concerts a few days before or after our shows, we’ll space them out, something, we’ll make it work.” he stated, squeezing my hands.

“i need to see how much you love and need me, not just hear it.” i spoke, squeezing his hands back.

he nodded his head, pulling me back in to hug me. i looked up at him. his eyes flickered to my lips, and back at my eyes, questioning if he could.

i nodded my head. he leaned down, kissing me softly.

in that moment, i knew everything would be okay.

[andro-dino]

ever since i got into sbr the bombermen now live in my brain..... maybe some domestic hcs for the bros and the dastardly bombers?? after the latter get redeemed im interested to know how you think they acclimated to being normal guys again

SBR IN MY INBOX FALLS TO MY KNEES AND SOBS I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE

There’s so many thoughts that have just been brewing around up there for ages. One that is like a suuuuuper old thought that’s been up there for years is the idea that Green hangs out with his sisters a lot and at some point gets really into painting nails and tries to get any and all of his siblings to let him paint their nails (ignore the fact that they don’t canonically have nails rn okay lets just pretend). It’s pretty hit and miss. I like to think that Yellow would be one of the most openly receptive to it but he cannot hold still for that long so his always end up really scuffed and messed up but he still loves them anyways. Also during this era I liked pairing up Green and Red as like, particularly close, and Red despite all his usual willpower is very weak to Greens manipulation and I just think it’s so silly. I drew a lil thing of him also ages ago beating up his training dummy while holding his hands out very carefully trying not to mess up his freshly painted nails and I just think that encompasses that whole thing.

SPEAKING OF RED AND DUO DYNAMICS I LIKE WITH HIM, him and black have a very stupid rivalry and constantly butting heads with each other is something that I hold very near and dear to my heart. It was a product of all the tiktok audios that were popular at the time that I had saved for hypothetical future cosplays I think (side note I need to get back to cosplaying (my magnet wig has been staring me down recently)). Their dynamic is very similar to dan and reiki to me if that makes sense. except they’re both better and worse. idk they’re just very dear to me <3 this one interaction in sbr2 genuinely made me like scream and cry and throw up it’s all 2018 axel ever could’ve wanted.

Another individual duo dynamic between the bros I am obsessed with is blue and pink bc I hc them as twins and they r so important to me. Blue in general I like to think of as really good at reading people (even if he doesn’t usually make that super obvious) and he tends to notice when Pink is overly stressed out and putting too much pressure on herself. When this happens, he’s usually able to bring her back down to earth by smacking her upside the head with a pillow and telling her to take a break. I like to think that if she’s stressing out abt like having to look after their other siblings or whatever, Blues like “I’ll handle it” and it’s very ominous and pink does not fully know what that entails but she does know that she really wants to take a nap so she lets him handle it. I think you give that man a monster energy or two and he could do anything.

I was also recently thinking abt the respective eldest four/youngest four quartets of the Bomberman bros and they just. mean so much to me. I like to think that they hold like their own respective council meeting to discuss the current state of affairs and stuff they’ve noticed about the other half. THEYRE JUST VERU IMPORTANT TO ME. with the older bros, again with blue being the most observant, I like to think that he tends to bring up stuff that none of the others have noticed yet and it always catches everyone off guard. The younger half are extremely silly with it. Like I don’t know how to describe it but they are the most functionally dysfunctional group imaginable and it’s both horribly chaotic but surprisingly organized. Yellow is the minutes man. he does keep track of everything in crayon. Half of the time he does get distracted drawing flowers and butterflies instead. there’s no one else they would trust with the job. Red thinks he’s the leader since he’s the oldest of the four. Aqua and Green have not broken the news to him that he is not. It’s okay he doesn’t need to know.

As for the dastardlys, I don’t have a lot of specific ideas for them as far as like, re becoming parts of society goes (though most of the ones I do have are mostly whiteplasma focused (and none of them are very coherent bc thinking about them together just makes me sob violently)), though I’ve honestly always liked the idea of them forming their own sort of ragtag sibling kind of bond. It’s very strange and weird and none of them are really fully used to it but they find comfort in each other methinks. Pretty serves as the main bridge between them and the main eight. I like to think that even after buggler n everything, she still dresses up and keeps Karaoke around as like, a sort of drag persona. It’s very important to me that for both groups, she is both very sisterly and mature but also incredibly silly to degrees unheard of. I’ve always liked the idea of her and magnet being especially close. They r. insane together. sometimes pretty is able to ground him and give him good advice and other times they bring out the worst (best) in each other and it ends about as well as you’d expect, but they r like besties in my head.

Plasma I’ve always thought of as just having a natural protective/big brother kind of instinct to him. It’s funny bc half of the dastardlies are older or roughly the same age as him but he still just like instinctually pulls out a lot of the big brother talk with them. One interaction I’ve thought abt is between him and golem where they’re kinda just hangin out and whatever and he brings up how golem and yellow are getting along and plasma’s like “it’s nice that you’re making friends I’m very happy for you” and golem (in his own vocabulary obviously) is like “yk you don’t have to talk to me like I’m a child, I am like thousands of years older than you” and plasmas like “right my b force of habit.” (I do think plasma is still like mentally older than golem iykwim but yk, golems not like green little either). It’s funny I actually used to not really like/care about plasma that much (I honestly think it was just his English voice acting like it really just does not do it for me dawg) but now I love him so dearly. His and white’s dynamic is especially important to me (if that wasn’t already clear) and like. augh. aughhh <333 they’re so incredibly similar in so many ways and just the thought of them consistently being together and training and hanging out with each other and bringing out the best in each other is so important to me. They keep up their friendly rivalry while helping each other out, white especially helping plasma and the others get reacclimated to everything and supporting them along the way (and maybe he and plasma smooch a little too idk the world is a beautiful place). I think White also gets along with Golem pretty well. mostly just bc white supervises golem and yellows hangouts/dates for a while just to make sure yellow is really fine without him keeping his eye on him all the time and in the process, grows really fond of golem.

I think as far as the other dastardlies and the bros go, I also like red and magnet together a lot just like generally. they r so incredibly silly I just think they should not be separated (even though only bad things happen when they’re together /silly). I also obviously am obsessed with phantom and blue together. extremely over dramatic guy who still thinks they have an intense rivalry x guy who goes “lol” and does not feed into it at all is the best ever in the world. Also, just bc of that one image from the sbr credits, him and black together I think would be great. They both have such a flair for the dramatics that I think it’d work. You’d think they’d be a mess just with how different their usual personalities tend to be but I think it cancels out and both of them think they just kinda get each other (they do not)(they don’t need to know that they’re happy anyways).