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[hawnks]

keigo pulling you against his chest and making soft little cooing noises when you need soothing

[kuroashims]

i would have given a lot to see zoro on his knees, jaw dropped and heart POUNDING, if he ever got the chance to watch sanji fight like this 👀

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "comfort person" ⎯୧ (cyj)

+*:🤎:*﹤descrip. : comforting yeonjun!!

+*:🍓:*﹤content : smut, sub!yeonjun, domtendencies!reader

+*:🥞:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni!!, cockwarming, there is absolutely no mention of a condom in this story i am so sorry please practice safe sex, dubious consent maybe but idk, yeonjun does slip into subspace here, intercrural sex, handjob for like 2 seconds, reader calls yj yeonnie, jjunie, and sweetie ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ

+*:❤️:*﹤word count : 2.1K

+*:🤎:*﹤masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *

Yeonjun’s having a hard week. You’ve been making sure he’s getting full nights of rest, but he still looks physically drained constantly. He just shrugs and shakes his head noncommittally when you ask him what’s wrong, so you stop asking and figure that he’ll tell you when he’s ready.

You still want to do whatever you can to help him, making him warm meals and washing his hair when he’s too tired to do it himself. Tonight, you’ve decided to keep him warm and cozy on the couch, bundled up in blankets while you guys watch his comfort movies. You check on him every so often, glancing at him. Sometimes he smiles, and very rarely he lets out a small chuckle, but it’s obvious he’s barely focused on the TV. The next time you look at him, his eyes are on the ground and he’s lost in thought.

“Yeonjunie?” You call out, and his eyes flick over to you like he forgot you were in the room. He looks so tired, it breaks your heart, so you slide a little closer to him and rub his back gently. “Would you like to do something else?” But you’re not really sure what you would do instead—you’ve fed him and ran him a warm bath already. 

Yeonjun shakes his head and mumbles, “This is fine, I’m sorry.” 

You shake your head as well, running your fingers through his hair and smiling when he melts into the touch. “You have nothing to be sorry for. We can do whatever you’d like.”

“Just wanna be close to you.” His voice is so soft and sweet, eyelids low and blinks slow, and his lips are fixed in a pout.

“Okay, we can do that.” You snuggle up closer to him. His skin is soft and scented from the bath, and you place a kiss against his neck appreciatively. His breath hitches, so you do it again and again until he’s breathing quickly. You stop and look at him when his hand comes up to grab your arm gently.

“I’m sorry, Yeonnie. Did I go too far?”

He shakes his head again. “It’s not that. I wanna be with you, I just don’t know if I can…” He trails off. It seems like he has more to say, but he doesn’t open his mouth again, so you work with what he gave you. 

“D’you want me to touch you?” 

He shakes his head, buries his face in your neck, and wraps his arms around your torso. “No, wanna hold you.” You hum and think in silence while rubbing his back again.

“We can try cockwarming, if you’d like,” you suggest. It’s come up in conversation before, something you two could do if you want to be intimate but aren’t physically up for sex, but you’ve never actually done it before. “Would you like that, sweetie?” Yeonjun’s hair tickles your skin when he nods. You smile, happy to be able to offer him some help. 

Per your request, he pulls his member through the fly of his loose boxers. The couch-side table has a drawer with emergency lube in it, so you pull that out while Yeonjun is getting himself settled. You lay in front of him, and he hides his face in your neck again as you slowly stroke his dick, getting it nice and wet. He makes little sounds, and his hips twitch, but he doesn’t move other than that. 

You don’t wanna leave the warm blankets to take off your clothes, so you lift your t-shirt up and pull your panties to the side. It’s a little bit of a struggle, but eventually, Yeonjun’s head pokes against your opening. You keep your leg draped over his hip, your knee pressing against the back cushion, and Yeonjun lets out a small whimper as you guide him in.

“This okay?” You ask once your hips are flush against his, and he nods again. You settle into all of the feelings—the soft scent of Yeonjun’s hair (he used your blueberry shampoo), the dim lighting from the movie still playing on the TV, the rise and fall of Yeonjun’s chest against your body—and everything is so tender and safe.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The two of you stay like that for a while. The movie you had on has gone off, and another one auto-played. The volume’s low, lulling you into a dreamy state, and you almost fall asleep, but the sound of your own involuntary moan clears the fog from your mind. 

Yeonjun’s arms are wrapped around your body in what you previously thought of as a warm embrace, but soon realize is him holding you in place as his hips jerk into your own. His thrusts are uncoordinated and shallow, but they pull another moan from you as you feel his cock sliding against your walls.

“Jjunie,” you call out, but he doesn’t answer. His breath is quick and harsh when it hits your skin, and you realize he’s asleep. You run your hand through his hair again, and his head falls back weightlessly. His eyes are squeezed shut and his cheeks are puffy, proving your point. You mean to make a noise of endearment, but it comes out as a whimper as your walls flutter around him. You’re so wet you can hear it, and you figure you must’ve leaked a lot to accommodate the weight of Yeonjun in your cunt. 

His lips are still fixed in a pout, and you’re overcome with the need to kiss them, but he’s still a bit too far down. You settle for running your thumb across them and debate whether to wake him up or not. Part of you wants to let him sleep because you know how tired he is. Another part of you feels bad for him, wants to fuck him (and be fucked) properly, so he can actually get some rest. 

Yeonjun’s lips part from your touch, breaking the barrier that’s holding back his noises. His grip on your torso gets tighter, pulling you closer to him as small gasps and whines tumble from his mouth. His thrusts are harsher, shaking your body, but still shallow and awkward, and you can tell he’s getting frustrated by the way his eyebrows are furrowed. 

You decide enough is enough – the poor baby obviously needs your help. You reach your hand down to halt the movement of his hips. He’s flush against you, and still weakly trying to thrust, but you hold his hip in place and pepper kisses along his forehead. He seemingly gives up, hips settling for grinding against you. 

“Yeonnie,” you call out, swallowing down another moan and shaking him delicately. He stirs. “Wake up, sweetie.” Eventually his eyelids lift and his pretty eyes peek out, and you smile warmly at him. “Need help?”

He follows your eyes down to where your cores are connected, and even in the dim lighting you can see his face redden. His hips stop grinding into yours.

“Shit, ‘m so sorry.” His voice is thick with sleep and hushed from embarrassment. You giggle.

“That’s alright,” you say. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Uh– I’m not sure,” he says, but his hips are twitching again. Your walls squeeze around him, and his eyes shut tightly. “I’m not…can’t hold myself up.”

“That’s okay. I can do all the work for you, Jjunie.” You hold his hips as you slide him out of you, and he lets out a breathy moan. 

“Oh, my,” you breathe out, because there’s so much liquid. Yeonjun’s cock is coated in the sticky, white fluid, a mix of your wetness and Yeonjun’s precum.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun breathes out. You look at him, and he looks up at you, but his eyes fall back down to the vulgar sight. The sight of his dick twitching, leaking more precum out of the tip, springs you into action. You lift up from the couch to hover above Yeonjun’s hips, giving him a few seconds to lay on his back. In the meantime, you slide your wet panties off. When he’s all settled, you straddle his hips and grind your wetness against his length.

“Mmh~ Y/N,” he moans breathily over the sticky, wet sounds, and his hands come to rest on your hips.

“Does this feel good?” You ask around your own breathless noises. 

“Y-yea, but I’m g-gonna cum.”

“Don’t wanna cum, Jjunie?” 

He shakes his head against the couch, roughing up his hair. “Wanna feel you again, w-wanna be inside you.”

On a different day, you might’ve made him cum like this then fucked him, but he’s in such a tender headspace, and you don’t wanna push him too far. You stop the movements of your hips and instead lean down to press a gentle kiss on his lips. He’s kissing you back immediately, and his hold on your hips tightens as he grinds into you.

You pull away from the kiss and say with a smile, “Thought you wanted to stop that.”

“Feels good, ‘m so hard,” he says. You move a little lower, straddling his thighs instead, and take his member into your hand. You stroke it a few times, slowly. His hips try to thrust into the touch, but your weight is holding him down. He whines in discontent.

“Y/N– please don’t t-tease me, I c-can’t take it.” 

You hum at that and kiss his cheeks in apology. You lift your hips and align his tip with your opening. You both groan when you bottom out, and Yeonjun nearly sinks into the couch cushions.

Yeonjun’s going to slip into subspace. You can tell from the way his eyes are already glazing over and his hands are laying uselessly by his sides. You lift them up to lay them by his head instead, and hold yourself up by pushing them into the cushion. His finger twitches, and you lean down to kiss it gently. 

“Gonna move now, okay, sweetie?” 

He nods, staring at you in wonder. You give him another smile and slowly lift your hips, sliding until his head is hooked on your entrance. You whimper at the feeling, but it goes unheard under Yeonjun’s breathy whine. You slide down again and build a pace.

“Fuck, you’re so warm and s-soft and–” His words fall off as your pace quickens. He’s so pretty, body rocking up and down against the couch as you bounce on his cock, and his hips buck up to meet you halfway. His eyes stay on you even though it looks like he’s struggling to keep them open, and his hands repeatedly ball into fists just to unravel. “So good, it’s so g-good, not gonna last long.”

You’re angling him to hit your sweet spot dead-on, and you’re not gonna last long yourself watching Yeonjun fall apart below you. He’s usually more composed to this, but he babbles the most when he’s in subspace, feeling so many emotions and needing to tell you, needing to let you know that–

“I’m gonna– cum, fuck, N/N, don’t stop, please, don’t–” Only then do his eyes squeeze shut, mouth hanging open and hips meeting you halfway as you send him over the edge. He’s still fucking up into you, even as his noises raise in pitch and his hips jerk from overstimulation, until you’re reaching your own high, moaning out praises just for his sweet ears. 

It takes every ounce of strength left in your body to not collapse on top of him. His hips are still twitching, and he whines as you slide him out of your heat.

“Are you with me, Yeonnie? Can you look at me?” You ask when his eyes don’t open. They flutter open prettily as soon as you ask, though. They’re still spacey, his mind still a bit far away, so you pepper kisses along his torso while he comes to. His fingers come down to tap on your thigh, grabbing your attention, and when you look up at him, he puckers his lips.

“Aw, you want a kiss?” You ask joyfully, so endeared by him, and you give him another gentle one since he’s still fragile. “Was that all okay?” You ask after pulling away, rubbing your thumb along his cheek. He nods. “Think you’re gonna need another bath?” You ask, ‘cause his boxers are soaked, and his skin is glistening with sweat, and you figure you’re in a similar state. He nods again.

“Okay, sweetie. Let’s go get you cleaned up, then you can rest, okay?” You help him out of his shorts and lead him to the bathroom. 

In the warm, soapy water, you scrub him off and give him a listening ear as he finally tells you how shitty his week has been, and how you helped him through it even if he was too drained to give you a proper thank you. He gives you one now, and you guys rinse and dry off before snuggling in bed, exchanging more sweet kisses, and drifting into sleep.

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : my very first yj work yay!!! this fanfiction being released from the dungeon after being in my google drive for weeks :

this story on ao3 :))

[yikes-ajax]

I dont have a clever and witty sarcastic comment tonight, I just think she's cute

[so-very-small]

[toffeebrews]

THOIGHTS ON HYPERSOMNIA (error x ink x dream)..?

Going to be honest I didn't consider this ship till I saw your account talking about it

Quick Edit: Somehow I accidentally convinced myself I like this ship by doing this?? LMAO

im going just off whatever my brain says so... hopefully it makes sense? I'm going to stretch things to make this work okay bare with me. That and I haven't had years to build headcanons so some of these are off the cuff. Nothing is canon obviously

I tried to wrap my head around how I would do it in my interpretation, and I decided perhaps if error calmed the hell down and realized maybe destroying universes shouldn't be ur life's goal. Due to morality difference I had trouble picturing dream being personal with error otherwise. I think perhaps some of these things dream/ink picked up on whether it being kidnapped by error or just via battle or something idk lol.

Due to Dream's empathy and knowledge of people he understands Error's motivations stem from a source of anger and not ration. Dream calls him out on it and Error feels a little violated by how accurate he gets it. Perhaps if Error did give up on destruction someday dream would be there to help him with his new identity???

More yapping under the cut

Ink, Error and Dream all relate to being outcasts and their own isolation due to the their roles (whether they bestowed it upon themselves or not). They're all lonely af (LMAOO).

I personally hc both ink and dream can lift way more than their weight. Ink not to dream's extent but he definitely is stronger than he appears. Error is perplexed with this information.

I never understood the " restores the balance thing" so personally I believe this was misconception dream had before he got to know error! Perhaps this manifested as rumors in the multiverse and error was rumored to be actually helpful instead of harmful. Also dream believed people had better intentions then they truly do at one point but as dream matures he realizes this isn't the case. Something like that. Not because I think dream is dumb, rather just want to see the best in people LOL even if he thinks what they're doing is wrong.

Error has a general distrust of dream at first, perhaps because his words remind him of another kind soul (it's blueberry... LMAO). But a part of him, even just a bit , just wants to have a "friend" (him and blue weren't exactly friends but yknow what I mean) like him again.

Dream weirdly finds some comfort in the anti-void as there is less emotional noise. I could picture dream commenting on it maybe, not directly referencing his own emotions but instead that the anti-void is calm (uh does dreams empathy have a bandwidth? I'm making that assumption.)

Dream got extremely excited when he realized error could also understand spanish.

He got quite invested in UnderNovela, dunno why but I imagine dream to be a fan of fictional romantic stories and dramas. He, Ink and error enjoy talking about it together. They've extrapolated a bunch of theories and such together for what will happen next.

I don't see dream as a crybaby but more suspectible to crying than the other two. Error doesn't... react the best to people crying nor do I believe ink to be the best at comforting others (projecting there whoops). I feel like Error is the type of guy to shove things in your face in hopes of making it stop LMAO. Like how you shake a toy in front a baby in hopes of getting them to stop crying. I just imagine error shoving sweets or some other gift in Dreams hands if he were to start crying. Dream would find his reaction kinds funny and maybe would brighten his mood a little bit. Ink is also trying his best and I suppose would try to be encouraging to dream. He would definitely give dream a well deserved hug. In general it's just an awkward mess, but they try their best. Dream would apologize after because of course he would.

Error in general gives "gifts" to dream, because he noticed Ink gives gifts to Dream when they get closer to being friends. Gifts in quotations because they're stolen. Idk, Error is weird.

While Dream obviously cam teleport au to au he doesn't understand as much the technical aspects of the multiverse. Error seems quite open to any questions he has about it I think. He hears error and ink discuss it at times but honestly it sounds quite confusing to him. Idk he's a curious little guy I think he would find himself love hearing Ink and Error yap about stuff like that *shrug*

I have this hc dream loves mlp so yeah they would watch that together.

[theemptyislost]

They didn't have Haarlep...So I am going to get my own 3D printer to make them. Buuuuttttt....now I get to paint this nepo-baby.

[monocrowee]

my silly mouse guy for @hydropyro mouse army !!! ty for doing this as well as making this got me to finish and post something:]

[lovelydrusilla]

you and me both patrick

[durge-marzio]

Part 1 | Part 2

Marcio began to feel drained in the Shadow Cursed Lands—really, really drained in fact. So much so that he was just going to cut his hair. One less thing to worry about, in his mind. So instead, Gale learns hair-care 💜

[wnjunhui]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟstraight out of a shoujo manga ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

jun in the “i know & don't know #1” GOSE episode

[fnafawoundleftbleedingau]

I struggle so much with drawing Shadow Bonnie as he appears canonically. But he is one of my best friend's faves. So, still gave it a shot as a gift for them.

[avernusreject]

Gortash would 100% try to get dirt on durge's new love interest. Pulling strings to get any information he could. Everything becomes fair game the moment he sees someone with his durge.

But imagine if he actually used that information. First thing I came up with, learning about Astarion's connection to Cazador & letting the location of the party's camp slip to Cazador (or Cazador's associates). Then that's how the spawn finds him in the middle of the night.

[thealogie]

Completely off topic from the ongoing discussion and please ignore if it’s a personal question you don’t want to address, but what is your sleep schedule like? I tried to work it out based on the posts but couldn’t.

MOM CAN YOU COME PICK ME UP MY FOLLOWERS ARE DOING A WELLNESS CHECK ON ME!!!

[bleaksqueak]

Insomnia is letting up off and on, but I'm still super jelly brained from it case in point, I want to continue back with posting WIPs for the aired pages, but I can't remember what page I left off on now lmao (guess I'll have to dig through my blog to check... eesh. at least it's decently organized by tags?) Not a result of goo brain, really, but equally "AUGH" is that I let my screen protector go for too long without replacing it and now it's slick as snot and I don't have a replacement handy to put on it. This isn't a resulting consequence of goo brain but it does mean I'm going to be trying to draw without any traction while I'm already loopy. Good times ahead!

[snake-spotted]

p-pls sir, may I have some more (sleep)?