#it really helped get some thoughts together

[cathnospam]

Ever since Deku seen you and Bakugo have sex 3 days ago that night he haven’t been able to stare at neither of you the same.

He haven’t been this jittery and defensive since he thought shoto knew about the truth of his quirk all those years ago.

Everyday during a lecture he sits a row behind you and Bakugo and all he could do is stare and noticing the small interactions you both do,

like how Bakugo lends you his pen without word, how you casually steal his water bottle to sip on, how he leans over to make an incoherent comment causing you to giggle and playfully push him,

did he whisper something sexual to you?

Deku’s mind was racing an hour a minute, he felt his freckled tan cheeks get hot when you would approach him with your doting smile to talk.

All he can see is your face when you cum from getting head.

Or when you laugh/yawn, around him his eyes target on you.

All he can hear were you moans when Bakugo slips his dick inside you. You sound so different, and cuter.

Bakugo isn’t free from Deku’s stares either, he’s a straight guy, but he is confident in his masculinity to know Bakugo is a good looking guy and he gets embarrassed seeing the vast difference between him alone with you vs in public.

Was he always like this?

The way how his eyebrows are always furrowed, even though he’s not mad.

But they’re relaxed and content when he’s laid with you, inside you.

The way how his raspy deep voice pretty much gravels when he speaks.

But it’s softer when he speaks with you.

Everything pretty much changed in his mind about you both to the point he started to add more notes about you two in his notebook.

“Y/N: Her weak spot is on her ear. She’s very clingy—-

Bakugo: Weak spot on his neck. Curses more than usual when he’s close—-“

It’s shameful, but he can’t really help himself. He swears he’ll tell you one day, but he is 95% sure Bakugo will find out and risk being the #50 ranked hero to kill him.

Especially if he found out since then he past by your door every late night to hear you both again.

Deku has been trying to avoid you since, but he’s your best friend and you have no issue figuring it out if there was something wrong with your best friend.

“Hey, Zuzu…can we talk?”

You see his eyes practically pop out of his head to your touch on his shoulder, “Y-yes! What’s up?”

You pull him to the side by the bench, “You okay? You been ignoring my text the past few days. I missed my gaming buddy.” You playfully shove his shoulder to get a chuckle out of him, but all he could do was pull out an awkward one, “You okay?”

He couldn’t tell you. Not now, he couldn’t let you know he watched you get fucked, he couldn’t tell you how turned on it made him, and he definitely could not tell you how he got off to it.

As pretty and innocent as your eyes looked right now, in the back of Deku’s mind he knew, he knew EXACTLY what you really were.

His adam’s apple bobs up and down, trying to examine your face for a moment he notices the mark on your neck, “Did you hurt yourself?”

When he points to your bruise you jump, “Dammit ‘Suki.”

“Oh, yes! I ran into a pole the other day sparring. I’m okay.”

Liar. Dirty little liar.

“Well I’m fine I just…been a little distracted.”

“Oh?” You were giggly to know the tea with your bestie, “Girl trouble?”

“What?”

“You and Ochaco. I know you both are close….having a hard time trynna ask her out?”

“N-no! Nothing like that we’re …okay . I haven’t properly asked her out even though we—-not important I was just—“

“Yo.”

For some reason Bakugo’s rugged voice made Izuku freeze in his sentence, as if the air got sucked out of his own throat.

“Here. For yesterday. Now I don’t owe you again.”

A wad of cash was placed in your hand, you jokingly fan it and smile, “well well well, looks like I’m 7,300 yen richer. Thank you.”

“Tch.” He scoffs and readjust his eyes at Deku while you put your money in your wallet, “Also, Aizawa said we have work study together, Deku. Tomorrow at 10am don’t be late and make me look bad.”

“Y-yeah. Got it.”

Bakugo noticed his cheeks blushing, it ticked him off a little seeing as he knew Deku knew about the assignment with him, and he could’ve easily zelle’d you the money back he owed you it’s just—-

He felt a little bit of jealously when he seen how close you were sitting beside Izuku.

He trusts you both completely, he knew Deku wasn’t into you and he knew you weren’t into Deku, many nights were spent between you both explaining that, and his excuse to approach you both was silly, but he couldn’t help it.

Your Blondie stared at you one last time, kind of similar to a warning glare and walked off, “He’s so silly. Anyway. What were you saying?”

“Uh….nothing actually, but maybe this weekend we can go to the arcade or something?”

“Of course, yeah totally. Just making sure you’re okay.”

After practically running off the rest of the day went by quick, he spent it in his room, pacing, writing, pacing and writing, all the way until 11pm. That’s when he heard the small patter of footsteps next door.

When Deku creaked open his door his heart began to race, there you were, in your little silk night down being pulled into Bakugo’s room. Once his door clicks his feet moved before his thoughts did and he tip toed to it, leaning his ear beside the door, he could just barely hear what you two were talking about.

“You make me jealous on purpose don’t you?”

“No, you make yourself jealous, ‘Suki, you know I only want you—-aaahh!”

Once he heard your pretty noises again he immediately ran to his room to shut the door, in a rush he quickly took down the framed posters above his bed to listen in closely against the wall, it seemed he heard you both a little more clearly now.

It wasn’t long until he began to hear your moans and whispers of Katsuki’s name, a couple comments stating he had to be up early turned into almost an hour of his headboard tapping against the wall. If he pressed his ear hard enough he was able to hear the sloshing wet paps of him fucking you.

Deku tried to imagine the position you both were in, doggy? missionary? to the side again, maybe you were on top he did hear Bakugo make a few strained noises and curses.

He felt guilty imagining it was him instead. His fist right back in his sweats like it was a few days ago, using his imagination to picture your breast bouncing inside his mouth while he suckles as you use him.

It’s wrong he knows, but everybody has their guilty pleasures though, right?

[catloverkid00]

ok I have to reblog this again because it started a whole rabbit hole for my brain!!!

basically I invented a little fix-it just for this comic cause it made me so sad!!!

so silver wakes up shadow to help with whatever world ending event happens (I've never played a game with silver in it so it's just vague to me) and he has to being sonic to the future to help too

and this sonic is from before sonic and shadow really become friends but shadow is very happy to see him (and tries not to show it)

so he acts standoffish and sonic thinks nothing of it, but over the course of saving the world he notices how sad shadow is, and he notices that shadow looks at him for a long time when he thinks he's not looking

so sonic gives him a hug before he goes back through the portal in his own time, and he gives him one of his quills

and sonic talks to tails in his own time to see if they can replicate silvers tech, and about a year later he's able to visit shadow again. they have a calm afternoon together (shadow has taken up gardening and has a small shack/house). sonic gives him another quill ("just in case you lost the last one!" shadow didn't but he won't complain having another quill to keep) and they schedule to meet up in another year

and basically that goes for a little bit before sonic and shadow in the og timeline get together (obviously I read this as a sonadow comic haha) and sonic is pissed future!shadow didn't say anything, so when he visits he yells, maybe throws a punch or 2, and shadow tells right back! ("do you know how hard it is to be the last one left!? everyone I've ever loved is dead and I can't even join them!" ya know, the big dramatic moment) but this is where shadow is actually able to express a bit of his pain, and sonic is able to understand some of it and he's glad that shadow talked about it.

sonic encourages shadow to allow others back into his life ("did your care for me erase how you felt about Maria? obviously not! you can meet others and they don't have to replace your memories, but they can be good for you too!")

I haven't gotten much further than that in my head to be honest. I like the thought that if something changes in the past shadow gets the new memories too, but it's not super obvious unless he tries to remember what happened. (for example sonic tells the shadow in his time that he's going to visit a future shadow, and when he talks to future!shadow he remembers the conversation but he also remembers that that memory wasn't always there)

the eventual happy ended of this little brain fic is sonic and shadow have more friends and stuff than when future!shadow lost sonic so he's not so alone, and at the same time future!shadow makes more friends in the future and so his little shack becomes bigger and eventually is like a house in the edge of a little village where he is a valued member of the community

oh and the quills thing! sonic gives him a quill each year he visits so shadow just ends up with a bouquet of them in his house and he keeps them on display like flowers. it's like their little thing

Snow white lookin' mf

[honeypiehotchner]

Sleeping Beauty (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Nobody look @ me this is the filthiest thing I've ever written I need to go take a cold shower

Summary: With the demanding jobs you both work, you and Hotch see each other more often when one of you is asleep. An idea pops into your head.

Warnings: SMUT mdni 18+ only etc, somnophilia (if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to scroll bc it's the entirety of this fic lmao), angst if you squint, established relationship, consent/ground rules are established before anything happens, fingering, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (don't be like them), mentions of phone sex, dirty talk, Hotch is just pussy-whipped as y'all say

WC: 3.8k bc I clearly have no self-control

It started as a joke. Mostly.

Both of your jobs are demanding — you and Hotch knew this from the start. It was first date material, after all. The usual, surface-level questions including So, what do you do for work?

He told you later that he thought about giving you a vague answer, so as to not scare you away. But you had opened up first, said that your job at the courthouse meant your hours were long and somewhat unpredictable, no matter how hard everyone tried to stick to the 8 to 5 routine. There were nights you wouldn’t leave your desk until nearly eight. Hotch’s chest had tightened at that, even on the first date, the idea of you overworking yourself, but he’s no better.

You told him some nights it was a miracle if you got home before ten; he joked with you and said it was a miracle he made it home some nights at all.

It was like everything opened up from there. There was no pressure. If one of you had to stay late, it didn’t really matter, because the other probably had to as well. If one of you had to cancel or postpone dinner plans, it was fine, because nine times out of ten, the other was already on their way to calling for the same reason. 

It always makes the two of you laugh. The phone call the afternoon of the dinner plans, you laughing as you answer the phone to say, “Let me guess, raincheck?” His soft laughter, but apologetic all the same, “We just got called to New York.” And you expected it, so you said it was fine, right before your boss came knocking on your door, a frantic look in his eyes. “And I’m being summoned. Be safe in New York.” And Aaron’s ever-present gentlemanliness, “I’ll text you when I can. Go show them how it’s done.” You were grinning as you hung up, turning to your boss with an extra boost of confidence. “What do we have?”

As one can expect, this schedule, this careful dance the two of you have, means that nights together are rare, and the sex is, unfortunately, just as rare. Not that the two of you haven’t found other means— who knew Aaron’s dirty talk would somehow sound hotter through the phone when he’s timezones away, on a five minute break to call you and check in, and help you relax enough so you can sleep? But it’s not the same. It’s not the same as having him here.

And he is here, just not as often as you’d like, especially not when you’re awake. Ever since you started staying at his place — it’s closer to the courthouse, you tell yourself as an excuse, those five minutes make a big difference — you see him more often, but you mostly feel him. The dip of the mattress as he settles in to sleep beside you. The strong arm wrapping around your middle, pulling you toward him in his sleep, as if he needs to be certain you’re still there, even as he’s dreaming. The rustle of sheets as he scrambles to grab his phone to silence the incoming call, to get up and get dressed without waking you. 

It’s just a fact. The two of you see each other more when you’re sleeping. Isn’t that crazy?

So, who can blame you, when one night, half-asleep, only woken by Aaron’s soft nuzzling into your neck, you say, “Keep going.”

He freezes, lips just barely hovering over your pulsepoint, the place he loves to suck on, nip at, because he loves all of the little sounds he can draw out of you. 

When you’re awake.

“Honey,” he chuckles nervously, pulling back. “You’re asleep.”

“M’awake,” you protest, tossing your arms around him clumsily — as if that was going to prove your point.

He placates you with a soft kiss on your lips. “Sure, honey,” his laugh rumbles through his chest again as his hands smooth up your arms. “I believe you.”

“See?” you murmur, but your eyes are closed. There is no way you’ll remember this come morning. “You can keep going. Wanna feel you.”

He tenses. The idea is tempting, and that scares the shit out of him, which is exactly why his hands don’t move any lower than your arms. You’re practically asleep, for god’s sake. That’s taking advantage, and he will not be doing that.

“Maybe later,” he says gently, kissing your forehead this time. “I’m exhausted.”

You whine, but you bury your face in his chest, and your breathing slowly evens out. 

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you, wondering what in the world he’s going to do with you.

+++

You do remember it. Aaron thought you wouldn’t, and for a couple days he was convinced that you didn’t, until a rare night when he returned home to find you already there.

“Half-day,” you explain with an easy smile, meeting him at the door for a kiss. “Well, kind of. I brought some work with me. You know how it is.”

You’re rambling and he knows it. You know it, too, but you can do nothing to stop it. He knows you need to talk to him about something, but you don’t want to admit it. He knows how you work. 

Which infuriates you on a bad day. On a good day, it’s hot as hell.

Right now, it’s somehow a mix of both. All it takes is him sitting next to you on the couch, seemingly unbothered by your fidgeting, and one simple question.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Too many things,” you answer automatically, letting out a laugh and exhale at the same time. God, your chest feels so tight, and not in a good way. Since when are you this nervous to talk to Aaron? The man you’ve been seeing for well over a year now, the man who has been nothing but understanding with everything you’ve thrown his way, the man who is sitting right here with you, who knows exactly what your nervous rambling means and isn’t upset with you for it.

As if he can sense the anxiety rolling inside of you (and he can sense it), he reaches out to thread your fingers with his. “You can talk to me. Is it work?” You shake your head. “Is it us?”

“Kind of.”

“Is it the other night?”

Your eyes blow wide, giving you away entirely. Your eyes snap to his. “Seriously? Three questions? That’s how long it took you?”

He chuckles. “It would’ve only taken one, but I didn’t want to assume.”

“Cocky motherfucker,” you mutter, which only makes him laugh more. This is good. Lightening the mood is good. You don’t need to be so on edge about this, about what is most likely about to be Rejection City Central. “Okay. So. Yes. The other night.”

He nods, waiting patiently for you to get your words together.

“I feel like it was…too much.”

His eyebrows knit together. “Too much?” Nothing happened. Do you think something happened?

“I feel like I pushed too far, and I just wanted to say I’m sorry, we don’t have to harp on it anymore than this, I just— I felt like I was pushing you into doing something you don’t want to do. And I don’t want you to feel pressured—”

“Honey,” he stops you gently. “Hey, look at me.”

Slowly, you do, but there’s worry swimming in your eyes. 

“What do you remember?” he asks. He knows how it sounds, cryptic and probably a little scary, but he needs to fully see where your head is.

“Um,” you hesitate, your eyes darting away again. “I remember asking you to keep going and you saying no. Because I was asleep.”

He nods. “Okay.” He pauses, gathering his words. “Honey, we’ve never talked about that before, about doing anything when either of us is sleeping—”

“We don’t have to do it,” you immediately interrupt, clearly still with the wrong idea in your head. “It’s weird, I get it—”

“It’s not weird, not to me,” Aaron says, remembering the way desire flared in him. He had secretly hoped you would still be awake that night, not because he wants you to deprive yourself of sleep, but because he wanted to have you. “And it’s especially not weird if it’s something you want, too.”

You pause, staring at him wide-eyed. “Wait. You. You’d want to?”

“Absolutely,” he says, trying not to sound so unbelievably wrecked just by the thought. “But I want us to talk about it first. Set ground rules. Figure things out first.” He pauses, squeezing your hand. “Believe me, I wanted to.”

Your lips part just a little in disbelief. “You did?”

He nods seriously. “Of course I did. Do you have any idea how good you look sleeping in one of my old shirts and nothing else?”

You smirk, a wicked look brewing in your eyes. “I have an idea.”

He pulls you over into his lap for a bruising kiss, one hand cradling your jaw. It’s intoxicating, his tongue on yours, all gasps and moans as he rocks your body against his.

“Wait,” you gasp, his lips chasing yours as you pull back. “I want to talk about it.”

“We will,” he bites out, just before he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth. “But I want to taste you first.”

+++

You do talk about it. You lay the ground rules, for both of you. 

Aaron orders a new pair of panties just for the occasion, so that when you wear them, it’s a signal. He can do what he wants. For him, it’s slightly different, since he always sleeps in boxers, so if he’s not wearing anything, that’s his signal. He wants to be woken up; you’re happy to be mostly asleep, though you know your body will wake you up and want to stay awake to drink him in. 

And, of course, if when either of you wake up, if it’s too much and it needs to stop immediately, you have your safe words, but a simple no, stop will work given the added complication of being asleep.

It’s exhilarating, thinking about it. Planning everything out. Your body practically buzzes with need. 

But you have no idea when it will happen. That’s the whole point, of course, but it’s complicated with your work schedules. The strange hours and days you both work has never pissed you off so badly as it does now. 

It’s as if your schedules are mocking you. Every time it feels like there might be a night where something could happen, something comes up. Aaron is called away, a case goes sideways and delays his return, or you get slammed at work and don’t make it home in time before he’s called away, or you get home in such a bad mood that if he even tried to touch you, you might lay into him.

It just never seems to line up properly, none of it. You start to think it was foolish to want it so badly, that you should’ve known better with your schedules.

Especially because now, it’s quickly approaching week two of Aaron being away on a case in Florida, and week two of you practically living at his place since going back to your own apartment feels too empty.

You miss him. It’s an aching feeling, one you don’t get often because you two make things work, and because you’re usually too busy to feel it, but it’s here now. This is the second-longest case he’s been away on. And because the universe is torturing you, work is calm for the moment, so you don’t even have that as a distraction.

All you have are Aaron’s old law school t-shirts, a bed that still, miraculously, smells like him after a week of his absence, and a pair of lace panties that seem laughable as you pull them on.

You curl up against Aaron’s pillows, sighing deeply. When you close your eyes, it’s almost like he’s next to you.

+++

Hotch is bone-tired. It’s been a long time since a case has been this wild, full of this many twists, and dragging on so long that it’s starting to piss him off. All he wanted to do was finish this case quickly and get home to his girl, but the unsub had to drag things out. For a week and a half.

It’s so late when they get back to Virginia that he doesn’t bother texting you, not wanting to risk the sound waking you from your no-doubt peaceful slumber. He smiles faintly as he drives toward his apartment, thinking of you sleeping so softly, probably twisted in the sheets from how restless you get on your own.

God, he misses you.

He’s quiet as he unlocks the door and quickly silences the alarm. The apartment is dark as he sets his briefcase down on the couch, shrugging off his suit jacket as he heads down the hall. The door to his room is cracked just barely, and soft snores are coming from a lump in the middle of the bed.

He chuckles to himself as he enters, stealing a glance at you as he walks to his closet. He quickly undresses, not bothering to hang anything up until morning. Right now, he just wants to be next to you.

With just his boxers on, he heads back to the bed, lifting the sheet and— He freezes.

You’re in your usual pajamas: his shirt and your underwear. Except this time, it’s a very specific pair of underwear. A specific pair of lace panties that he remembers ordering, probably spending too much money on, but he didn’t care. He wanted them to be special. And they are.

And you’re wearing them. 

He stands there like he’s seen a ghost, his brain momentarily short circuiting as he tries to compose himself. He swallows.

He’s only human. It’s been so long since he’s seen you, even longer since he’s touched you, or even got to hear you touch yourself. The case was too hectic for even your usual phone sex, and he didn’t realize how wild it was driving him until now.

He tosses the sheet back gently, watching as you curl further into his pillow, your body registering the sudden chill.

Slowly, he crawls over you, settling himself at the end of the bed. He can only imagine how crazed he looks right now, the way his eyes can’t leave your legs. He wants to drink you. Devour you in every way possible.

His movements are gentle, not wanting to wake you, not yet. You said you wouldn’t mind being asleep the entire time, but he wants to rouse you, wants you to really feel it even if for a moment, but not yet.

Right now, he stretches your legs out, turning you on your back. You make no noise other than a content sigh. He smirks as he spreads your legs, lowering his mouth to his favorite place.

He plans to take his time. He has all the time in the world, after all. You’re sleeping soundly.

He mouths at your core over your panties, just barely silencing his own groan. That would be something, waking you up because he can’t keep himself in line. He can already hear the playful annoyance in your sleep-filled voice if that were to happen.

Returning to his task, he drinks you in as he likes, smothering your inner thighs in kisses, even leaving a love bite or two there. It’s a private, guilty pleasure you both have. He loves to leave marks, you love to have marks. But you’re both adults and you absolutely cannot be caught with a hickey at the courthouse.

So, he leaves them here. In a place where only the two of you can see. It wakes something primal in him, seeing the little reddened marks where he’s irritated the skin enough for a bruise to form later. He smooths his thumb over the spot, pressing. If you were awake, that would earn him a little squeak. Right now, all he hears are your even breaths.

He hooks a finger into your panties, pulling them to the side, nearly cursing aloud at how beautiful you are. He has to take a moment, just admiring, his thumb gently stroking you, and already glistening. He pops the digit into his mouth, eyes rolling at the taste. You’re addicting like nothing he has ever known.

He tests the waters some more, blowing onto your core, watching in awe as your body reacts instinctively, even in your sleep. It’s mesmerizing.

He can’t wait any longer, so he doesn’t try. He surges forward, finally tasting you, finally lifting your legs to rest over his shoulders. He relaxes into his favorite place, sucking gently on your clit before dipping his tongue inside you. You don’t even shift in your sleep.

He wonders, then, if he can make you cum like this. In your sleep.

Suddenly, and albeit selfishly, he wants to try.

He takes his time inserting a finger into you, watching as you take him in so easily. He adds a second right away, knowing how much you hate it when he teases you with just one. Your walls clench around him, but your heat envelops him, and he’s dizzy with it.

He circles your clit with his tongue as he thrusts his fingers, curling just slightly until you clench, your body telling him he’s found what he was searching for. And he doesn’t relent, only massages that spot inside as his mouth works outside. He adds a third finger, your body welcoming the stretch, pulling him in.

You shift, and he comes up for air, watching your face, but you don’t wake. You melt into the pillows as his fingers continue their pace.

Relieved in some twisted way, he returns to sucking your clit, doubling down, forcing you toward that edge. He almost thinks it won’t happen, that there’s no possible way you’ll climax and not wake up, until he feels those tell-tale spasms, and he knows you’re close.

He groans into you, knowing how that sends you over when you’re awake, and it works even now. Your walls clench around him, spasming through the shocks of your orgasm, and he doesn’t stop, milking out every last bit, wanting to drown in the way you taste, the way your body relents.

You’re a dream. He presses a loving kiss to your inner thigh, disbelief in his every breath. Gently, he removes his fingers, and tugs your panties down, tossing them to the floor. 

When he crawls back up the bed, you’re still sleeping soundly, but that won’t do.

He presses his erection into your hip, presses a kiss to your jaw, whispering, “Honey, I need you.”

+++

You’re floating on pure bliss. Dreams are rare these days, and dreams of Aaron are even rarer — which just feels rude, honestly. But this one. This one is the best you’ve ever had.

Only, you realize you aren’t dreaming at all. The sensations are real. The hot breath in your ear, the slick want between your thighs, the hard press of Aaron’s cock as he rocks against your hip.

But you’re so tired. You can’t bring your eyes to open. You barely have enough energy to turn toward him, to wrap an arm around his neck, toss your leg over his, pressing your core right against him. The growl he lets out is delicious.

The next thing you know, the boxers are no longer separating you, and the head of his cock is parting your lips. 

You sigh in content as he thrusts into you, hitting you so deep, staying there just to grind his hips into yours.

“Missed you,” you murmur, hands clumsily tugging on his hair to pull his lips to yours. He goes without protest, licking into your mouth and you gasp in surprise, tasting yourself. “Did you…?”

He smirks against your lips. “Did you know you can have an orgasm in your sleep?”

Your eyes fly open at that, vision adjusting in the dark, but it’s easy to see the smug look on Aaron’s face. And then he pulls his hips back, slamming into you again and causing your eyes to roll back. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, the words so gentle and soothing, a stark comparison to how brutal his pace and depth of his thrusts are. “Breathtaking. My sleeping beauty. Can you give me another one? Need to feel you again.”

You’re awake, but nowhere near alert enough to have any wits about you when he talks like that. You nod dumbly, rocking your hips in time with his, but your movements are sloppy, the pleasure rising at a blinding pace.

“Come on, honey,” he murmurs, capturing your lips again, his tongue searching for yours. “Just one more, then you can go back to sleep.”

Something about that does it for you. He thrusts as deep as he can go, and your body crashes, writhing against him as he holds you in place, grinding into you.

“There you go, so beautiful, honey,” he guides you through it, soaking up all of your little breathy moans.

But like every time when you have an orgasm (or two) when you’re already on the verge of sleep, your eyes are struggling to stay open.

“Aaron…” you whine, clinging to him. “Keep going.”

“Oh, I will, honey,” he chuckles, pressing a soothing kiss to your forehead before flipping you onto your back again, so he can hover over you. “You just sleep for me, okay?”

You nod, the action already taking too much of your energy as your eyelids slam closed and refuse to lift again. He moves inside you, slower now, just a gentle pace, lulling you back to sleep.

It doesn’t take long for him to spill inside of you, and you’re still somewhat conscious, given the happy little sigh he hears you let out when he cums inside you. You’ve always loved the feeling. 

Feeling wrecked, he slowly peels himself off of you, heading into the bathroom to wet a washcloth. When he returns, you’re back on your side, hugging his pillow again. He shushes you with gentle praise while he cleans you up before tucking you back in.

After cleaning himself and slipping boxers back on, the exhaustion hits him in full force, and he sleeps soundly with you tucked into his chest, clinging to him like a koala.

[oneofstarkskids]

redemption

THUNDERBOLTS* END CREDITS SPOILERS:

genre; angst with a splash of fluff

summary: bucky knows that even when he feels like there's no one he can rely on, nobody who's willing to stay, you'll be right there beside him.

"it went poorly," bucky tells yelena about his call to sam. part of bucky wanted to be angry with sam.

how could he sit there, knowing this was what bucky's always wanted- purpose, redemption- and try to take it away from him?

at the same time, bucky felt almost guilty. like it was his own fault. he should've done something. said something. told everyone it was another one of valentina's scams.

but he couldn't. not when there were so many people cheering and chanting for him. they weren't calling him the winter soldier. a monster. not a criminal, but an avenger.

a true hero.

he went home to you, heart feeling heavy.

"hey sweetheart," you greeted him at the door, wrapping your arms around his neck.

you ran your hands through his blown out curls, brushing them out of his pretty face. you noticed the tired look in his eyes. "everything okay?"

he sighed before pulling you into him, caging you against him in a crushing embrace.

you didn't push the matter. you just let him hold you like that for as long as he needed, and eventually he sat down and confided in you.

"sam called," he started, but paused. you smiled a bit at the mention of your friend. he'd been there countless times for both you and bucky.

bucky had gone to visit him about a year ago, but it had been awhile since you had talked to him without having to dial his number.

"how is he?" you asked.

"he's suing me," he said flatly. you furrowed your brows and shook your head, trying to wrap your mind around it. "well, not just me, the new avengers. for copyright."

it suddenly made sense.

"oh, bucky," you sat down next to him, interlocking his metal fingers with your flesh ones.

he kept his gaze on the floor, "he was pissed. and maybe he has every right to be."

you didn't say anything. what could you say?

you could see it from sam's point of view. he was an avenger. and he'd lost so many of his teammates.

bucky had even told you that sam was planning to rebuild the avengers a while back. you were so sure that he would've asked bucky to join.

but it looks like he never got the chance.

and bucky. your bucky. this meant so much to him. it's not like he went out searching for it. this team, these lonely, messed up people, just happened to fall right in his lap.

they were just like him. people who'd fucked up beyond redemption.

but here they were, getting the clean slate each of them had only ever dreamt of.

he was supposed to throw that all away?

he rested his forehead on your shoulder, "i don't know what to do. you know, after steve..." you waited for him to finish, knowing it was a rough topic.

"after steve left, i thought i would never have that kind of bond with anyone else," he whispered.

"besides you, of course," he looked up at you with a lopsided grin.

you smiled back, softly.

"but then sam and i...we really started to understand each other. we were forced to work together, and despite him being an annoying pain in my ass... he's filled the emptiness that steve left behind." his face contorts with pain.

you took his face into your hands, thumbs brushing across his cheeks.

"what if he never forgives me?" he asks the question that leaves the room thick with the loss and pain he's lived with his entire life.

you shook your head once more, "buck, don't say that. he's sam. he's pissed off, probably hurting, but he loves you."

"a brief argument over the phone is never going to change that. you two will work this out," you said confidently. it helped that you truly believed the words coming out of your mouth.

there were some bumps in the road of bucky and sam's relationship, but ultimately, they were the captain and his sergeant. inseparable.

bucky was in awe of you. your unwavering faith in him. your never-ending love and support. his blue eyes shined with affection.

"i'm glad that it's you by my side, doll," he whispered. "even if nobody else is."

you pressed your forehead against his and frowned, "which they are."

he couldn't help but chuckle at how adamant you were.

"c'mere," he lifted your chin slightly and kissed you tenderly, his love for you evident in the way his lips lingered against your own.

[thegingerwriter]

I would literally die for avengerz tower, fluffy Bob smut pls and ty. Like the team go out on a mission (not realising that reader/ Bob are together) and they have the whole tower to themselves!! Like anywhere they like to be together!! Maybe even the group couch!! Or the shared kitchen!! Or their games room!! The possibilities are endless 💞💞

A supposed 3-4 hours

Summary: Basically what the ask says lol I really liked it. Bob Reynolds x Fem!reader.

Warnings/content: Some smut! Very fluffy, very sweet. Some dom/sub undertones if you squint.

Word Count: 1.3k Little story. Support me on my Ko-fi so I can write more!

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"How long will you guys be gone?"

Yelena looked up at you as she picked up her bag off the ground next to the kitchen counter you were sat on.

"Uhh...Buck, what do you think?" Yelena said as Bucky walked into the room, and she threw her bag at him which he easily caught with his vibranium arm.

Buck thought for a moment. "3-4 hours give or take? We'll pick up Ava and Walker on the way back. Alexei...No idea when he'll be back up."

Your heart fluttered with hope at the idea they would be out for a big chunk of the day. You looked over at Bob, reading on the couch and gave him a slight smile. "Well, hopefully I don't disturb Bob's reading. But I doubt he'll even notice I'm the only one here, he's been stuck in that book for days" You joke, and nearly laugh as Bob sits up, clearly a little offended.

"Excuse me, I am not deaf and also I have not been 'stuck in my book for days'. It's been like...1." Bob says, sending a smile back as he defends himself.

"At least 2." Bucky says matter-oh-factly, heading towards the door with Yelena in tow. "Alright you two- we're out. Don't cause any trouble, don't burn the tower down."

You decide to sell it just a little harder as you call at them right as they enter the elevator. "You sure you don't need our help with this one?"

"We know the people involved, we got it. Enjoy the break." Bucky replies, and Yelena sends you a wink right as the doors close.

A beat. Silence. The elevator makes a soft humming sound as the others descend down to the bottom of the tower and you make brave the storm, choosing to look over at Bob.

He's so red. You waste no time, barreling towards him on the couch, tackling him in an instant as he yelps, tossing his book on the floor before it accidentally gets bent.

“Woah-Jesus.” Bob has barely enough time to get the words before you tackle him on the couch, forcing the book out of his hands and tossing it gently on the floor next to you. You pause on top of him, his face red and his body heating up beneath you.

He sucks in a breathe. “Uh-hi…sweetie.” Bob’s voice cracks a little and you give him a smile.

“Hi Bob.”

“Can I um…can I help you?”

“I think you can.”

You pull him up by the collar of his shirt, and he finally takes the hint, his body pressing up against yours as he cups your face and crashes his lips against yours desperately. You run your fingers through his hair- the length longer now but still somehow knotless and silky.

You let out a quiet moan, trying to repress it. The two of you are desperate for each other, kissing and grabbing at hair and whatever skin is available. It’s not like you two haven’t done anything lately. But the desperation around the excitement of being alone in the tower was great.

Just two nights ago, Bob had been fingering you through your 3rd orgasm of the evening, his other hand free for you to suck on his fingers in a desperate attempt to keep you quiet at 2am.

You bring yourself back to the present as you let Bob tilt your face up so he can slip his tongue in your mouth. It’s warm against yours and you let out a quiet moan at the action. You whine softly as he pulls away from you to look at your face.

“Why are you being quiet?” Bob asks plainly. Your heart flutters as you try to find an answer.

“Um,” You swallow, steadying your voice. “Force of habit I guess. We’re not properly alone often.”

Bob looks you up and down, his hands sliding up under our shirt and you shiver, sucking in a breathe and waiting. But he stops right before his hands can glaze over your nipples.

You go to speak, but stop yourself and Bob tries not to smile.

“Yes?” Bob asks, feigning innocence as you hold back a whine.

“Bob…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. His fingers just brush delicately over the hardened tips before pulling back again.

“I can’t hear you sweetheart. I want to hear you.” His voice is low but more audible than yours and words send heat right to you core.

“Robert.”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Please.”

He takes pity on you, his fingers finally pinching the sensitive flesh , pulling you towards him as you fall into little him ravish your mouth again. You kiss him back, breaking the kiss only for a moment to tear his shirt off and throw it carelessly behind you.

You continue to whine quietly, and Bob finally has enough, breaking the kiss and gently pushing a hand into your hair before closing his fingers and gripping it harshly, pulling your head to the side so he can kiss the spot right below your ear.

“What did I say?” His voice sends shivers absolutely everywhere as he whispers directly into your ear and you try not to squirm, the firmness not new but still surprising.

“I-I can’t help it-.” You stutter, and Bob grips your hair harder and you finally let out a moan, echoing into the empty tower.

“I want to hear you.” Bob says again, continuing to kiss down your neck. He pulls away, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and giving you a look that says he’s asking for permission. After a quick nod, your shirt is off and on the floor next to his.

“Fuck-“ You whine loudly as he grips your nipples again, the cool air hitting them and making you squirm in his lap.

“That’s my girl.”

Bob makes quick work to flip you over on the couch, the air rushing out of as you hit the soft surface with surprising strength and force, his arms staying at your sides. You try to calm your beating heart, but the way he’s looking at you- like he wants to eat you- it’s too much.

“Pants. Now.” You demand, and Bob laughs, his hands reaching for your waistband, undoing the buttons slowly.

But it’s not him undoing the buttons on your jeans that makes you freeze. It’s what you hear that makes both of you freeze.

“Dude, we all hang OUT ON THAT COUCH!” You immediately recognise Bucky’s voice.

You look past Bob’s shoulder, seeing Bucky, Yelena, Walker and Ava. Ava has her hands over her eyes, and your face heats up so much you think you might actually combust.

“OFF!” You yell, pushing Bob a little too harshly off of you, but he’s already on it, tumbling onto the floor and throwing you your shirt as he scrambles for his as well.

“Oh this is so funny.” Yelena says, the biggest smile on her face. “Wait till I tell Alexei.”

“Fuck…” Walker says, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a wallet and a $10 note, dropping it into Ava’s open hand, the other still over her eyes.

“I-what are you guys even doing here!?” You shirt is on, and you try to desperately smooth out your hair as well but it’s really no use.  

“Turns out they were already on their way back, and we don’t have to go anymore.” Yelena shrugs.

You look at Bob, standing there with his shirt too big hanging off of his body, scrunching his arms around his body to keep himself from being perceived. You reach out and grab his hand and he relaxes slightly.

“They were gonna find out eventually.” You try to comfort him, and he gives a smile back.

“Wish it wasn’t like tha-.” Bob starts but is cut off by the elevator dinging and a loud voice with a Russian accent cutting him off.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

[cosmicjoke]

I actually have a scene I wrote in my story “This Life, After” that’s similar to this fanart, haha. If anyone wants to read it, it’s below the cut:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37903426/chapters/94653316

Levi’s never seen anything like it.

A giant, man-made pool of clear, blue water. It stretches nearly the length of the entire room, from end to end, the color so bright, it seems unnatural to Levi.

“That’s the chlorine,” Onyankopon tells him.

Levi looks up at him, frowning.

He don’t know what that is.

“It’s a chemical they put in the water to sanitize it, basically,” Onyan explains, smiling. “It keeps bacteria from forming.”

“… Oh,” Levi says.

He’s happy to hear that.

There had been a pond back on Paradis that the Scouts had sometimes used for recreation. It had never seemed clean to Levi, the way they would wade into it and splash around, half the time naked. Hange always tried to get him to come in, but Levi had always refused, standing by the shore, scowling and frustrated. Some of the other soldiers used to harass him about it, saying he was a killjoy, saying he didn’t know how to have fun.

They didn’t seem to understand how water could carry diseases. Hange knew, but the others didn’t.

He knew. He knew from growing up Underground. Knew better than to ever drink from the stagnant pools of filthy water that you found in the streets. Even when he’d been dying of thirst, more often than he’d like to remember, he’d known better.

Anyway, he hadn’t known how to swim. Still doesn’t. That’s what they’re here for. Onyan and the kids wanted to teach him. It was good physical exercise that would be easy on his joints and injuries, according to the doctors, though he couldn’t do it by himself, on account of his seizures. The pills’d been helping. Hadn’t had nothin’ too severe of late, but… he knows he could drown, if it were to happen to him in the water. So he’s gotta’ have people with him. Gotta’ keep to the shallow part of the pool.

But Levi was desperate to move his body in any way, at this point. If learning to swim could help him, even if he’d always need help, he was willing.

Onyan had called ahead and rented out the pool for a few hours, so it was just gonna’ be the four of them.

“Let’s get changed,” Onyan says. “Gabi and Falco are already back getting dressed.”

Levi stiffens slightly at Onyan’s words, hesitation coming over him.

He hadn’t thought much about it when everyone had first suggested swimming to him, but he’d realized after agreeing to try it that he was gonna’ have to wear swim trunks.

The kids were gonna’ see his body.

He’d put on some weight, but… he knows what he looks like. Knows his body still looks sick.

Onyan was used to it, but the kids haven’t seen what he looks like since he’d started really dropping in weight.

Beyond that, he can’t get it outta’ his head that he looks fat. He knows he doesn’t, knows it ain’t really possible, with how light he is, but… but he’d started to gain weight in his midsection, and seemingly nowhere else, and every time he looked down at his stomach, all he saw was how fat it was, stickin’ out over the waistband of his pants.

The doctors said that was normal. That once he started gainin’ weight back, it’d all go to his belly first, before distributing more evenly.

Knowin’ that doesn’t really help him feel better though.

He thinks he must look disgusting.

And then there were all the scars.

He already had plenty from his life growing up Underground. Scars from knife fights, brawls in the streets and in pubs. Plenty of scars from Kenny, too. Scars from after, from his time in the SC.

But the scars that stood out most now were the ones from all the surgeries he’s had done. All the times his body had needed to be sliced open or stitched back together because he was bleeding to death, inside and out.

They were ugly, and Levi was plenty ugly enough on his own.

He doesn’t know how the kids will react to seeing him. He doesn’t want to frighten ‘em.

He doesn’t say any of this as Onyan takes him to the changing room, but Onyan seems to pick up on his reluctance anyway.

“You feeling okay?” he asks.

Levi nods, frowning.

“… I guess I just don’t want the kids to be freaked out by what I look like, now.”

Onyankopon’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Levi, they won’t be,” he promises, “but if you’re worried, I brought a tank top that you can wear.”

“Yeah… maybe,” Levi agrees. “Thanks.”

He can’t quite keep the reluctance out of his voice. He still isn’t sure.

But he doesn’t say anything more, letting Onyan help him dress, keeping his eyes fixed to the wall. He hates looking at himself now. He hates how pathetically frail his body has become.

Onyankopon handles removing the catheter tubing and bag, taping the Foley catheter against his skin.

Levi don’t like to look at it all. It’s disgusting, he thinks. His face heats with shame every time the bag needs to be emptied out. He guesses it was better than pissin’ all over himself, but still, any time he let himself notice it, all it did was remind him that he didn’t have enough control over his body these last months to keep from soilin’ himself like a damned baby.

He’s meant to get it removed on Monday.

The doctors wanna’ see if his incontinence has resolved itself, yet. They think it should’ve by now.

Levi think’s he’ll be happy to be rid of it, though he can’t help worryin’, neither. What if he can’t hold his piss, still? What if he ends up pissin’ all over himself, like before?

He don’t even wanna’ think about it.

He pushes the fears to the back of his mind, tryin’ to focus on the present.

He feels exposed in nothing but the tank top and shorts Onyan gets him into now, feet bare against the footrests of his chair. Onyan doesn’t seem to have any, similar insecurities, comfortable in only a pair of swim trunks.

Levi admires him, with his broad shoulders and chest. Levi keeps his own arms crossed over himself as they make their way back to the pool.

Gabi and Falco are already waiting.

Falco’s got one of those plastic beach balls in his hands, and he smiles when he sees them.

“I thought, once we get Mr. Levi more acquainted with the water, we could toss the ball around a bit,” he says.

“That sounds like fun,” Onyankopon says.

“What’re those?” Levi nods at the rubbery-lookin’ things in Gabi’s hands.

“Oh, these are floats for you, Mr. Levi,” she explains. “You fit ‘em over your arms and they help keep you floating, so you don’t sink like a stone,” she laughs, and Levi frowns.

“Well, there’s not much chance of that, anyway,” Onyankopon adds quickly, “since we’ll be keeping to the shallow end for now. But yes, Lee, we thought it would be best for you to wear these, just until you get the hang of swimming. We also have a tube you can put around your waist.”

Levi sees it, sittin’ there on one of the benches, lookin’ like some kinda’ rubber doughnut.

Gabi comes over, and she don’t ask before she starts fittin’ the float things over his arms.

Levi resists the urge to pull away, fearful she’ll feel the fat on his arms.

It’s ridiculous. When he looks down at ‘em, they look they should belong on a skeleton.

He thinks the tube round his waist will be a tight fit, but it slips around him easy and hangs loose and low on his hips.

“Ready?” Onyankopon asks, and Levi nods, tamping down the nervous flutter in his gut as Onyan picks him up and begins wading into the pool, holding him in his arms.

Levi expects it to be cold, but instead it’s lukewarm. He has his arm around Onyan’s neck, clinging to him, and Onyan keeps his arms secure around Levi’s torso. He doesn’t let go.

Gabi and Falco follow behind, splashing excitedly into the water and swimming easily out into the deep end.

Levi watches after them, happy to see their good time.

“I won’t let go until you ask me to,” Onyan says softly to him,

“Okay,” Levi answers, grateful.

//

Levi learns quickly.

Onyankopon can’t say he’s surprised.

Within half an hour, he’s got more than the basic movement down, the only thing holding him back from swimming out with the same power in his stroke as Gabi and Falco the persisting weakness in his legs. Onyankopon keeps an arm around him as Levi swims in place. He gets tired quickly, but he tells Onyankopon he can let him go.

Onyankopon isn’t so sure, but he does as Levi asks, staying close as Levi hovers in the water, kicking his legs and wading with his arms. He has trouble keeping his balance because of the weakness, but the floats help.

“How do you like it?” Onyankopon asks.

Levi blinks up at him, and nods.

“It’s nice,” he says, and Onyankopon smiles, reaching out and smoothing Levi’s hair back from his forehead.

“We can come whenever you like, after I get off from work, though I won’t be able to always rent the place out like this, I’m afraid.”

Levi shrugs, concentrating on his movement.

“Mm… maybe,” he says.

He seems content to just float there like that, practicing, until Gabi and Falco come swimming over.

“Wanna’ toss the ball around, Mr. Levi?” Gabi asks.

“… Okay, Levi answers.

Onyankopon holds Levi from behind, the four of them forming a circle, batting the ball from one to the other.

Levi has a little trouble, but nobody says anything.

It’s fun, and relaxing.

Onyankopon knows Levi had been worried about the kids seeing his body, but there’d been nothing to worry about. Gabi and Falco understood, and even if they didn’t, they had too much respect for Levi to say anything or be insensitive about it.

They take a break for a bit after that, Onyankopon holding Levi against himself as he sits on the steps along the pool’s perimeter, the two of them watching Gabi and Falco splash at each other, laughing and chasing each other around.

Levi shifts in his hold, squirming, and Onyankopon frowns, glancing down at him.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Just… my shirt…”

“Your shirt?” Onyankopon questions, unsure.

“… Don’t like the way it feels, clingin’ to my skin, ‘s’all.”

“Do you want to take it off?”

He feels Levi stiffen in his hold.

“… Nah… no,” he answers after a moment.

Onyankopon’s frown deepens.

“It’s okay if you do, Lee,” he says. “Honey… nobody’s going to judge you.”

Levi is silent for a long, few seconds.

“… I look disgustin’,” he whispers at last, and Onyankopon feels his heart sink.

“Lee… no you don’t.”

“Yeah, I do,” Levi insists, “Onyan, they’ll see me. They’ll see how fat my stomach is.”

“Levi,” Onyankopon starts, trying to keep the pain from his voice, “baby… you’re not fat. We’ve talked about this, haven’t we? It’s just the way it looks because it’s going to take your body some time to adjust to the weight gain. It all goes to your midsection initially, as a way of protecting your internal organs.”

Levi doesn’t say anything at first, and Onyankopon opens his mouth to prompt him, worry churning in his gut.

“… It just… looks fat,” he suddenly whispers.

Onyankopon bites the inside of his cheek.

He doesn’t know what to say.

He can’t tell Levi it isn’t true.

Levi did have what appeared to be a gut, but only because the rest of his body was still so thin. He didn’t have any fat anywhere else, so it looked like a lot on his midsection.

He’s tried explaining that to Levi before, and he thinks Levi had understood. It was just… he knows it does little to dampen the embarrassment Levi feels over his appearance.

“Baby… they won’t care,” he tries instead. “You know they won’t.”

He feels Levi shudder against him.

“… Okay,” he finally breathes.

“Okay?” Onyankopon asks, just to be certain, and Levi nods.

Onyankopon helps him out of his shirt, then, a swell of pride in his chest for Levi’s courage. He knows how hard this is for him.

Levi folds his arms over himself, plainly nervous, and Onyankopon smooths his hands over his shoulders, hoping it relaxes him.

It seems to work a little, Levi’s arms around his torso gradually loosening.

Falco comes swimming over, Gabi close behind.

“You two want to come back in the water?” the boy asks, smiling up at them.

He doesn’t show any reaction to Levi’s body, or say anything about him now being bare-chested, nor does Gabi, and Onyankopon feels relieved at that. He’d known there wasn’t anything to worry over in that regard.

“What do you think, Lee? You want to go in again?”

Levi nods, and Onyankopon smiles, pressing a kiss to the back of his head before wading back into the pool with him.

//

Around noon, they have lunch.

Somethin’ called pizza, which Levi ain’t never had.

Some kinda’ cheese pie over a breaded crust.

It tastes good.

Tastes so good, Levi has to keep himself from eating the whole damn thing.

Onyan and the kids smile at him when he polishes off his first slice in a few bites, and Levi realizes he’s taken up a second without even thinking of it.

He guesses that’s a good thing.

That’s what he’s meant to be doing. What everyone tells him he should be doing. Eating without guilt.

But the moment he’s thought it, the feelings come back. That he shouldn’t be doing this. That he needs to do something to get rid of the calories he’s just consumed.

He thinks, suddenly, he should toss the slice in his hand away and make himself puke back up what he’s just forced down his throat.

Only, he looks again at the smiling faces of Onyankopon, of Gabi and Falco… of his family, he thinks. His family. And he knows, if he were to do that, their smiles would fade. He knows it would hurt them, and that’s the last thing he wants.

So, he forces the thoughts away and continues eating the slice in his hand. Lets himself enjoy it. Enjoy the flavor of it over his tongue. Makes himself ignore the voice in his head, screaming at him to stop, the dread cresting in his throat.

He’s not going to ruin this. He’s not going to spoil what’s been a good morning for all of them, just ‘cause he can’t shut his own, stupid brain up.

So, he eats two slices, and half of another one, and he enjoys it.

It’s a good day, Levi thinks.

It’s a good day.

learning

[cheeseceli]

Perilla leaf debate

Pairing: ot8!skz × gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, headcanons, established relationships

Request: omg could you do stray kids and the perilla leaf/shrimp peeling debate?? I’m so curious to know their reactions..

Warnings: mentions of food, hyunjin and lino are a bit dramatic, bit of jealousy, overuse of the word "guy"

A/n: I'm kinda late to the trend lmao😭 hope you still like it tho! | Daily click

Bang Chan

Honestly, he's a pretty confident guy when it comes to your relationship

He's chilling

Doesn't think too much about that

At most he just starts to observe the other person a little bit more to see if he's not suspicious nor anything

But he's pretty much... Normal😭

He just keeps going with his day lmao

Lee Know

This one, however, is not normal

Idk why the other guy thought it'd be a good idea to do that

First of all, Minho was already separating the perilla leaf for you

Extremely offended that the dude decided to be faster than him

So first, he gives him the death glare

He appreciates you too much to create a scene and ruin your day tho

So he really will only stare

And also starts doing everything for you extremely fast so no one has a chance to do it before him

Changbin

Gets sulky lmao

He probably saw this whole debate on the internet and started to overthink this

But at least he was like

"I'm glad this would never happen to me"

And then it happened to him

Suddenly all the comments he read about it start to flood his brain like war flashbacks

So reassure him a bit please

Even the other guy is gonna have to apologise 😭

Hyunjin

Lmao

The man who gave you the perilla leaf must have some sort of death wish

No other thing can explain why he'd do that

Right in front of Hyunjin as well?!

Hyunjin notices how the guy is ready to put the perilla leaf in your plate and take them instead

Says thank you with the most threatening smile ever

And then gives you a whole other set of food

You're confused and the guy is very quiet all of the sudden. Hyunjin seems pretty happy tho so idk

Han

He's dramatic but only because he wants to

Actually doesn't care about it

Thinks it's just a random debate the internet created out of boredom

But it's just so funny that it happened right in front of him

So he takes the chance to be funny about it

By the end of the meal, you're all laughing together

Felix

He's also chill about that

It's just food

And even if the other guy had second intentions about that

Which would be weird considering it's still just food

He wouldn't waste too much of his energy thinking about that

Feliz trusts you too much to even consider anything odd

If anything, he would ask the other guy to help him with his own leaf as well

Seungmin

He's trying to not think about that

Any other day, he wouldn't even care about it

But sadly, Felix showed him the whole trend

And at the moment he thought people were overreacting

Now he's not too sure...

Forgets it the moment you offer some of the food to him though

You both are still together and it's not a perilla lead that is going to change that

Even if he's now a bit super aware about this other dude

I.N

My brother here does not care lmao

He knows about the debate. He thinks it's a bit silly

Probably won't even notice

Not in an uninterested way

Just in a "this is not that deep" way

He's actually kinda glad people around him are taking care of you as well

You deserve the best treatment from everyone after all

Masterlist | you'll probably like: when you burn your hand

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs @rockstarkkami @urlocalmultigroupfan @aeinzzzketchup

Dividers by @im4yeons | images 1, 2 and 3

[xjulixred45x]

Wahhhhhh

Your neglected child Yuu was so cute and now I can’t help thinking about the Vices

Trey probably dotes on them a lot. He might even see it as a way to redeem himself for being unable to help Riddle as a kid

Ruggie def has a soft spot for kids and you can fight me on that. Would probably be a great babysitter

Jade… what can I say about Jade. Idk actually

I can’t imagine Jamil would be as gung-ho about brainwashing a child but he’d also definitely want to use Crowley’s favoritism to his advantage

Rook would probably find child Yuu adorable. I can imagine him teaching them how to shoot a tiny little bow (no one knows how he got one)

Ortho and child Yuu bestie supremacy. That’s all I have to say. No it’s not. I imagine Ortho and Yuu would have this whole “discovering the world together dynamic” due to their separate circumstances but they’d also do it together

Lilia would see child Yuu and scoop them up before presenting them to Silver like “new sibling just dropped” especially if he felt they weren’t being properly cared for

Aww, this is so sweet.

Trey goes into dad/big brother mode as soon as he finds out there's a little kid at NRC without parents and, above all, with clear signs of being malnourished. Trey tries to balance giving Yuu lots of sweets and sugary things with healthier options so they doesn't end up with any additional health problems. They've also developed a great habit of cooking together! This way, Trey knows exactly what Yuu likes and dislikes, ensuring he won't have a problem if the kid is picky—we all have our tastes!

Whenever Yuu says something related to the way they was raised or about their parents, Trey can't help but get a strange feeling of nostalgia that makes him feel sick. He tries to keep Yuu from thinking about their parents most of the time, but above all, he tries to be as assertive as possible about the fact that what Yuu's parents did was WRONG, that they're a good kid, that they're not a burden, etc. Basically, he's trying to do what he should have done a long time ago.

Ruggie initially thought Yuu was a lost child, maybe a teacher's kid. He doesn't trust Crowley AT ALL to take care of Yuu, so every time he sees them (be it in the cafeteria or somewhere else), he tries to check on them in a lively way (asking them if they're okay, if they're eaten anything recently, if Crowley is watching them). Yuu likes to be around Ruggie to play; they thinks he's fun, and Ruggie takes it as a compliment.

Ruggie is used to children and can read them well, so he notices something is wrong with Yuu (and at first, he thought Crowley was the culprit). Ruggie tells Yuu that if an adult hurts them, they should go directly to him for help (Leona owes him one, after all). But he calms down and feels bad when Yuu explains about their parents. At least he assures Yuu that they won't have to see them again.

Jade is terrifying to Yuu; whenever he tries to interact with them, Yuu runs away like their life depends on it. Ironically, they're friendlier to Floyd (because he's much friendlier to little kids in general), and they tend to play a few games when Yuu has nothing to do and Floyd is bored (things like racing Yuu on Floyd's shoulders, Floyd grabbing Yuu by the arms and spinning them around, etc.).

Floyd doesn't really realize that Yuu has a troubled past until Jade points it out. When he does, however, he assures Yuu that if their parents (or anyone, really) try to hurt them again, he'll happily squeeze them :)

Jamil has mixed feelings about Yuu. On one hand, they're the sweetest kid around, but on the other, he uses Crowley's favoritism toward them whenever he can. This doesn't mean Jamil doesn't take care of Yuu, of course not. He makes sure they eat at least three times a day, get some exercise, and study. He's like a mother hen, and he worries A LOT when Yuu gets hurt or starts crying for any reason. He has a younger sister, so I like to think he's relatively good at comforting them.

Jamil doesn't really treat Yuu any differently after learning of their past, but he does make a point of not doing certain things that might remind them of their trauma, things like leaving them alone for too long, yelling at them, and raising his hands when angry (along with teaching Yuu that if they feels bad, whether physically or emotionally, to go to him or an adult). Above all, Jamil got used to Yuu feeling SAFE around him and made sure it stays that way.

Rook thinks Yuu is the cutest little thing ever, constantly lifting them up in the air like they're a stuffed animal and hugging them (if they complains to him he'll stop, but if not, he'll carry on as if Yuu were his personal teddy bear). The idea of him trying to teach Yuu how to shoot a tiny bow and arrow is hilarious (everyone is worried about two things: 1- Rook using himself to prop up Yuu's apples for a target shoot, and 2- WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET A BOW FOR SUCH A YOUNG KID?). Vil is going to have a heart attack because of them both.

Rook is a big brother; let's just say he has a sixth sense when Yuu is feeling particularly bad. During these times, Rook tends to act especially theatrical in an attempt to cheer them up, or he even tries to talk to Yuu about how they're feeling to see if he can do anything for them (Rook definitely joins Floyd and Ruggie's "I hate Yuu's biological parents" squad, but he's more silly and discreet about it).

I've already talked about Ortho and the first-years here.

Lilia formally knows Yuu as a friend of Malleus, but he thinks they're the cutest things in life. he's constantly on their tail, appearing out of nowhere (scaring Yuu in the process, though Lilia is good at calming them down with a lullaby), showing up at Ramshackle to make sure they have food and good living conditions, though eventually he just shows up one day, grabs Yuu and Grim like a sack of potatoes, and decides they'd have better living conditions in Diasomnia (partly to spite Crowley. The custody battle will be legendary).

Lilia does the typical things a father should do with his children: read them a bedtime story, tuck them in, pack them lunch for the day (he doesn't cook it, Silver or Sebek does), and is very likely one of the few adults Yuu ends up accidentally calling "dad" (Lilia will have to be restrained from doing an express adoption right there). Overall, the little kid has made its way into the old general's heart.

For this reason, he is very patient when it comes to comforting Yuu about their original "family." He usually soothes them with a lullaby and puts them to bed in Diasomnia, but not before going to "talk" to Crowley about it.

Let's just say Yuu has all of NRC in the palm of their little hand, but it's not something the students complain about.

________

(ESPAÑOL)

Awwwww esto es tan dulce

Trey activa el modo papá/hermano mayor en cuanto se entera que hay un niño pequeño en NRC sin padres y sobretodo, con claros signos de estar mal alimentado. Trey trata de equilibrar entre darle muchos dulces y cosas azucaradas a Yuu, y cosas más saludables para que no termine con algún problema de salud adicional. Tambien un gran habito que tomaron es de cocinar juntos! Así Trey sabe con exactitud qué cosas le gustan a Yuu y que cosas no, le asegura que no tiene problemas si el nene es quisquilloso ¡todos tenemos nuestros gustos!

Cada vez que Yuu dice algo relacionado a la forma en la que fue criado o con relación a sus padres, Trey no puede evitar tener un extraño sentimiento de nostalgia que lo deja sintiendo enfermo. Él trata de que Yuu no piense en sus padres la mayoría del tiempo, pero sobretodo, trata de ser lo más asertivo posible en que lo que los padres de Yuu hacían estaba MAL, que él es un buen niño, que no es una carga, etc. Básicamente trata de hacer lo que debió hace mucho tiempo.

Ruggie pensó al principio que Yuu era un niño perdido que talvez era el hijo de algún profesor, él realmente no confía PARA NADA en Crowley para cuidar de Yuu, por lo que cada vez que lo ve (ya sea en la cafetería o algún otro lugar) trata de checar que este bien de forma animada (preguntarle si está bien, si ha comido algo recientemente, si Crowley le esta cuidando). A Yuu le gusta estar cerca de Ruggie para jugar, cree que es divertido y Ruggie lo toma como un cumplido.

Ruggie esta acostumbrado a los niños y sabe leerlos bien, por lo que nota que algo malo pasa con Yuu (y al principio pensó que Crowley era el culpable), digamos que Ruggie le dice a Yuu que si un adulto le hace daño, que vaya directamente a él por ayuda (Leona le debe una después de todo), pero entre que se tranquiliza y se siente mal cuando Yuu le explica lo de sus padres. Al menos le asegura a Yuu que no tendrá que verlos de nuevo.

Jade es aterrador para Yuu, cada vez que el intenta interactuar con ellos, Yuu corre como si su vida dependiera de ello. Irónicamente es mas amigable con Floyd (porque el es mucho mas amigable con los niños pequeños en general), y tienden a jugar algunos juegos cuando Yuu no tiene nada que hacer y Floyd esta aburrido (cosas como carreras con Yuu en los hombros de Floyd, Floyd agarrando a Yuu de sus brazos y haciéndole girar a toda velocidad, etc).

Floyd realmente no se da cuenta de que Yuu tiene un pasado turbulento hasta que Jade se lo señala, cuando lo hace, sin embargo, le asegura a Yuu que si sus padres (o cualquier persona en realidad) intentan lastimarle otra vez, el felizmente los apretara 

Jamil tiene sentimientos encontrados con respecto a Yuu, por una parte, es el niño más dulce que hay, pero por otra parte usa el favoritismo de Crowley hacia ellos cada que puede. Esto no quiere decir que Jamil no cuide de Yuu, claro que no, él se asegura que coman mínimo 3 veces al día, hagan algo de ejercicio, estudien, es como una mamá gallina, y se preocupa MUCHO cuando Yuu se lastima o empieza a llorar por cualquier razón. Él tiene una hermana menor, me gusta pensar que es relativamente bueno en el confort.

Jamil realmente no trata diferente a Yuu tras saber su pasado, pero si tiene en cuenta de no hacer ciertas cosas que puedan recordarle su trauma, cosas como dejarle solo mucho tiempo, gritarle, alzar las manos estando enojado (junto a enseñarle a Yuu que si se siente mal, ya sea física o emocionalmente, vaya con el o algún adulto). Por encima de todo, Jamil se acostumbró a que Yuu se sienta SEGURO cerca de él y se asegurara de que se mantenga así.

Rook piensa que Yuu es la cosita más adorable que puede existir, constantemente lo esta levantando en el aire como si fuera un peluche y abrazándolo (el para si Yuu se queja, pero si no, el seguirá como si Yuu fuera su oso de felpa personal). La idea de que trate de enseñarle a Yuu a disparar un pequeño arco y flecha es súper graciosa (todos están preocupados sobre dos cosas: 1- que Rook se use a sí mismo para apoyar las manzanas de tiro al blanco para Yuu y 2- ¿DE DONDE DIABLOS SACO UN ARCO PARA UN NIÑO TAN JOVEN?). Vil va a tener un ataque cardiaco por culpa de los dos.

Rook es un hermano mayor, digamos que tiene un sexto sentido cuando Yuu se siente especialmente mal. Para esos momentos, Rook suele actuar especialmente teatral en un intento de animarle, o directamente trata de hablar de Yuu sobre cómo se siente para saber si puede hacer algo por ellos (definitivamente Rook se une a Floyd y Ruggie al Squad de “odio a los padres biológicos de Yuu” pero es más silly y discreto al respecto).

Ya hablé de Ortho y los de primer año aquí.

Lilia conoce formalmente a Yuu como un amigo de Malleus, pero cree que son la cosa mas tierna de la vida. Constantemente está detrás de ellos, apareciendo de la nada (asustando a Yuu en el proceso, aunque Lilia es bueno calmándole con una canción de cuna), apareciendo en Ramshackle para ver que tengan comida y buenas condiciones, aunque eventualmente el solo aparece un día, los agarra como un saco de papas a Yuu y Grim, y decide que tendrían mejores condiciones de vida en Diasomnia (y en parte para molestar a Crowley. La batalla por la custodia será legendaria).

Lilia hace las típicas cosas que debería hacer un padre con sus hijos con Yuu, leerles un cuento para dormir, arroparle, aprontarle un almuerzo para el dia (no lo cocina el, lo cocina Silver o Sebek), y es muy probable que sea uno de los pocos adultos que Yuu termina llamando “papá” por accidente (Lilia tendrá que ser contenido de hacer una adopción express ahí mismo). En general el nene ha hecho su camino en el corazón del viejo general.

Por lo mismo, es muy paciente cuando se trata de consolar a Yuu con respecto a su “familia” original. Suele calmarle con una canción de cuna y lo pone en su cama en Diasomnia, no sin antes ir a “hablar” con Crowley al respecto.

Digamos que Yuu tiene todo NRC en la palma de su pequeña mano, pero no es algo de lo que los estudiantes se quejen.

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[innorality]

helping tony stark blow off some steam ...

cw : french kissing, handjob, blowjob, reader is a swallower, kinda ooc/submissive/really lost in the pleasure tony, reader is a teaseee

a/n : suddenly got back into marvel even thought im team dc and turns out I reeeeaaally have a thing for billionaire playboys (looking at you, bruce wayne)

your marriage with tony stark was fun. of course it was, it's tony effing stark. but you can't deny that on some nights, when he's busy devoting his entire being to his work (which, you respect highly), you're bored.

you've been invited to a gala—nothing too crazy, the usual guests, fake smiles and business deals hidden under backhanded compliments. you still had some time before you had to get ready, and you decided to be a nice wife and make some dinner for your hardworking husband!

you didn't know what he'd want to eat though... bummer.

gliding down the stairs, you took a quickly glance around his workshop through the glass and saw him working his technological magic on some hologram touch screen.

entering the pin code instantly like muscle memory, you entered.

"there she is," he began and you smiled. "tony, sweetie," you walked up to him, setting a hand on his shoulder. "i got invited to a gala this evening—" "yeah?" he said under his breath. "—and I thought I'd make you dinner before going." he smirked without looking up, "how thoughtful."

your hand snaked under his jaw, making him look at you while pressing your fingers against his cheeks. "whatcha wanna eat, nerdy?" he chuckled at the nickname, grabbing your cheeks and pressing a bit harder to make you pout. "I'll eat anything you make me, miss."

you let go of him and he mirrored you, starting to turn back to get back to work but you grabbed his shoulder again, stopping him. "tony, you work day and night, don't you wanna rest a bit?" and just as you said that, a devilish idea popped in your mind like a lightbulb.

"baby, you know I don't have time to-" and you kissed him, uninterested in his excuses to keep overworking himself. your lips smashed together and it was deep, almost animalistic, teeth occasionally clashing. you nibbled on his lower lip and he opened up, letting you initiate a french kiss. your tongue snuck inside his mouth, clashing with his.

you sat down on his lap without breaking the kiss and his hands instantly found their way to your hips, grounding them against him. leaning in, you deepened the kiss, while simultaneously grinding down on him slightly, just enough to rile him up.

finally, he pulled away, looking more disheveled than ever and you could just eat him up. "fuck..." was all he could mutter out before instantly going for your neck and your granted him access, throwing your head back to give him more room. he started kissing it slightly before sucking it directly, marking you up at his. he nibbled slightly on the marks to emphasis them which pulled a low moan out of you.

"baby–baby, wait.." you tapped the back of his head slightly and he pulled away immediately, searching your eyes for any discomfort only to be met with pure, raw lust. you ran your hand down his clothed chest, and set your hand on his growing buldge, rubbing it.

"I wanna make this about you. you work too much, tony.." you cooed, drawing out the syllables of his name. he stayed silent for a moment, before completely melting under your touch. "gosh, I don't deserve you. I really don't." and you booped his nose, "of course you do."

you quickly pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it slowly while keeping direct eye contact with the man and he's positive he's about to die.

your soft, warm hand glided up and down his length, the movement swift thanks to the amount of pre he was letting ooze out. "oh, yeah, that's the stuff." his hand snaked in your hair to ground himself, grabbing without pulling. his abs clenched and his thighs kept shifting beneath you, his breath hitching.

you kept an even pace, biting your lip as if to conceal the nasty words that were aching to fly out of your mouth, in vain. "look at you, tony.." you began and he's already weak. "you work, and work, and work..." you rubbed his tip with your thumb lightly and he threw his head back, a loud groan echoing out of him. "it's like you never relax, honey." you give his exposed neck a quick peck, "let me take care of you, tony."

"fuck–yeah, you do that." he huffed out, making you giggle slightly. just when it started to get really good, you unwrapped your hand and got off his lap, alerting him. he picked his head back up to look at you, confusion and frustration filling his eyes. but then, and he's thanking the heavens for it, you start to lower yourself, now looking up at him while on your knees before him.

you grabbed his base and he shivered, closing his eyes—he was bracing himself. you scooted a bit closer, kissing his tip and his hips twitched. another loud groan that came straight from his chest. "I really think I'm gonna marry you, sweetheart." he affirms and you laugh, his balls tightening at the sound. "tony, baby," you ran your tongue up his dick, "we're already married." and his cock twitched at that, before finally being welcomed by the warmth of your mouth.

you lower your head down his length, nose bumping against his pelvis. finally, he let's out a moan, and you perk up at the sound. "shit– shitshitshit-" when you start bobbing your head up and down, it's game over for the poor man.

you've done this hundreds of times to him, but everytime you do, it feels like the first time. your tongue swirled around him like a cobra fetching its prey. you hollowed your cheeks with expertise, constricting the wet walls of your throat around his head. that made him set his hand in your hair again.

he didn't control the pace, his head just followed the movement on your hand, his other one running through his own hair.

his moans started going crescendo, getting louder and louder than the last. closing your eyes, you went for his balls, massaging them softly which has him hissing. "shit, honey, if you keep doing that I might- ill– I'm about to—" and that's about the only warning you get before you feel hot ropes of cum jump down your throat. you pulled away slowly to feel his release on your tongue, aching for the taste of it.

you got off him with a pop! sound, sticking your tongue out as he grabbed your cheeks to inspect your mouth. "good girl, swallowed it all." he heaved out, making a cheeky smile appear on your face.

you got up, rubbing your lips to get the leftover saliva off of them. "I'm gonna go make dinner, okay?" and he didn't even have the strength to reply, his chest going up and down intensely—he was still getting over his orgasm.

he was definitely going to let you help him relax more often.

[fromwherespiralhill]

I feel like people don’t talk halfway enough about how well these scripts work, once you find the ones that work for you… even though it’s so obvious that the well-established scripts have their place

We adapted the traffic light safeword system for sex / sexual scening, bc we learned about it ages ago and felt it would really work for us, and ended up w/ someone who we thought it’d also work for. So like after a handful of scenes where shit went poorly bc there wasn’t a lot of in-the-moment communication mostly because we didn’t have the language for it, we did decide to try out some new language, we did formalize when and how we want to check in / be checked in on. And holy schnitzel guys right, it works?? Next scene is like four trillion times comfier (AND FWIW SEXIER) bc the only gravely missing thing was a script to help us follow and express our real feelings… smth that matters a lot… during a SCENE…!!!

Relationship stages… I mean they exist for a reason too. How it’s been this time around is (and tbh similarly in the past for us) — those stages rly do exist, in the background and as a script, because they offer like… a framework to understand commitment on top of. Or more precisely, to verbalize commitment, but thats the thing: being able to word your feelings is often a huge part of how you understand them. So it’s part of understanding too.

Only, there’s a big catch (for us) with taking smth that has like… tbh so much cultural baggage. (Maybe like all the scripts people get judgy over, if you don’t meet them perfectly.) Well the catch is in the baggage lol: we just try to be aware of that baggage, and the expectations that come with it, cuz it is so freakin easy to fall into it like, yeah, just go with the flow and Advance The Stages because That’s What Comes Next (therefore, That’s The Right Thing To Do). Too many parentheses, paragraph break lol

Thing is the baggage doesnt make it useless to us. We still find comfort in relationship stages as a concept bc like of course we’re gonna find comfort in it, that’s what we grew up surrounded by. Speakin’ out of my ass but call it a “social script” cuz it’s societally normalized lol. We just take care with it, and that means doing a load of communication and just TAAALKING about… get this… what relationship stages even mean to us. Like what the words we call each other (and ourselves) FEEL like. Ikr, talking about a script, oh nooo, cover your ears—that shit is sexy too man

…And friggin’ important too. Stuff’s moved quickly for us, but y’know why we feel comfortable with that? Cuz it’s all on a real sturdy ground of talking about our feelings and figuring out + making changes for each other to help those feelings feel safer and more awesome. And when the relationship is (yea) literally mostly over text but also involves a lot of words, full stop… lot of the changes we make… are in those words!! In our scripts, in our ways of being and expressing together! And it frickin works!

Anyway we take a lot from our tbh fairly minimal total experience with scening and if y’all like caring about the words you say and the words people say abt you, you could probably give scenes a try

the vigour and furor with which some people are repulsed at the mere existence of a "social script" is just pure ableism. you sound exhausting to have to communicate with

[ghelullu]

Prague 2025 skeletour recap!!

Tl;dr I love ghost they're all amazing and I'm happy

Long version under the cut

Probably the tallest crowd I've seen at a recent ghost concert

The way the light shines through the tears in the black curtain during peacefield is amazing no matter how many times you see it and of course peacefield is amazing too 10/10

Already multiple skin flashes during peacefield, thank you for the Fanservice

Dew is very mobile now! And someone painted bones imitating his skeleton on his boot, very cute. He's already a sassy diva again

Papa looked very pleased with himself during spirit again

Was overall VERY very smiley today! Many smiles and grins. At one time he saw someone on dews side of the stage hold up some sign and cracked up (sadly I couldn't see the sign)

Rain keeps headbanging so hard that his head peace flaps around and gets stuck sometimes

Papa had a weird lock of hair sticking out at the back of his head

We got the meliora special(tm) again tonight with pinnacle and majesty (would've loved to hear faith again tbh)

Phantom has the zoomies, this guy has so much energy, it's incredible. Sometimes he's just sprinting all over the stage and the person operating his spotlight STRUGGLES.

He and dew are absolute chaos twins, bless them. They had tons of moments together. But also phantom and the ghoulettes!! During one song he was with them, after cirrus keytar solo they chased each other over the stage and during the slightly awkward break after majesty he was at cirrus Plattform and they chatted or something

Papa in the silk shirt kills me everytime, I'm too weak for this. This shirt was an evil choice.

He did the times are shitty talk but somehow some people seemed to not to thing that times are shitty lmao and he was like, very sassy, it's okay to think that the world isn't shit right now before leading into tfiafl

Made multiple unnecessarily horny noises (moan, ah's) in this song and others help

I love seeing the variations of papas crisis during the Latin bit(ft. Priestbias on the screen) and the guitar solo (cowering on the stairs dramatically) in satanized

At the end he lifted his arms and we saw the hair again, without the Berlin incident I wouldn't have looked closely enough but.... Hmhmmhmm yes.

Satanized is a total audience fave

I can't wait to see when he decides to add the wings for cirice because he keeps doing the vampire arms bit when coming on stage, but still no wings

Fingered the mic stand again, though. And dew.

When he ciriced the person he got so close to the mounted camera that we got like a SUPER closeup shot until the point where you basically only saw the white eye before the video crew cut away to another camera angle of it haha

Generally some really cool new camera angles for example from unterneath the drums when papa faces the drums and such!!! Really big props to the video screen crew they're doing an AMAZING job

Papa slapped, I think it was rain, butt when leaving the stage

Rain was super done with dew and turned his guitar off for their ritual bit while phantom was being phantom on the other side

Umbra had ALL the smoke cannon action, very cool with the purple light and all, and the song SLAPS so hard. I love how papa loses his brain function while coming up from below the stage with the cowbell raised above his head and just... Wakes up, staring at it confusedly before quickly dropping it into the new ghoulettes (who has the collective braincell in that moment) waiting hands

I need to say how great the ghoulettes are with their little wings, I love them. And I like how they have some more bits, moving in the stage etc

I love year zero so much!!!

Dew stood so close to one of the pyro thingies that I thought he'd headbang right into the flame at some point. little fire gremlin

Papa was kinda defeated in the year zero bit with the disobedient ghouls, didn't even fight their standoffish ways, just walked around rain and dew but the got extra diva with phantom. In general he's either just accepting them being uncooperative OR goes full sassy diva and there's nothing inbetween

Papas mic was very silent for a lot of the show but ON during he is (and then rather silent again???) also the jesus rocket at the end of he is always ends me

Was the church backdrop always broken on dews side? Like the bow of the first smaller window bit on that side is broken (interrupted at the top) and they also turned the screen off at that part to simulate a missing window. Very cool detail!

Taint tickling for mummy dust!!

Some very nice mummy thrusting thank you very much

Rolled a mummy dust bill up like a cigarette or joint and then slowly with A LOT OF tongue licked the whole thing and threw it (very badly, it barely reached barrier) into the crowd. I died a little bit. Slut.

His monstrance clock speech was super funny, first of all he was like "don't fucking whimper now" (can't remember the exact words, but whimpering was in there), then said something in Swedish (i didn't understand obviously but swedes kn twitter said it was: "i'm the one to be the one") "as they say in Swedish....... WHICH I DONT.", he said he was just told to say that 😂😂 (and asked if someone's from sweden here, some people at the front cheered) bless him. Then people screamed so long thst they couldn't start monstrance clock and he said we are wasting time now before shushing us

I love monstrance clock part 38844. Also at the end of it the person responsible for the video screen forgot to shut it off, so the porn font lyrics kept rolling and rolling despite the song having ended

His little encore speech about being predictable and all was very cute and fun again, he smiled a lot and spoke I a horrible English accent that they're having one last good song up their sleeve. Also called it his daddy's song

Something was different about the keyboard sound for moac I think? Doesn't matter, it was amazing as always

No wobble for Dance Macabre and also no confetti - not sure it the cannons malfunctioned or if it was intentional

This is the time I'm addressing the boner allegations, bc twitter keeps talking about how he's "constantly bricked up" and idk. I'm not a boner expert, but as someone who knows clothes from experience and drawing and also the fact that the ridiculous cardinal pants existed for 2 years without a single incident... My scientific guess is that due to the, already very tailored to the crotch, pants slipping down, esp at the front due to the heavy belt buckle, it creates a sort of pouch and the ghunk just collects in there, yk. During dance macabre he jumped up and down a few times and it sorted the whole situation, which wouldn't have happened with a ghoner. Not that it matters but twitter talks about it so much lol

Phantom got Ryan's attention who was standing underneath him and handed him a pick to deliver it to someone in the crowd which I thought was very cute of them

Papa told dew to "get his ass over here" for squammer and at the end didn't do the high note again but the "right here right.... Now we're done"

Ghoulettes made paper planes out of setlist again, we are so close to the return of origami ghoulettes of the prequelle era.

Dew has a cane for the bows!! Very distinguished fire gremlin!

Despite standing 8 rows from the barrier I had a very sweet moment with Papa thst will keep me alive for the rest of the year thanks

Dew yeeted picks at 984848kmh all the way over to the seats

Lots of kisses from papa for the crowd but also his ghouls

I love them all so much and I'm very sad that this was my last ritual for the year but I'm also super happy and grateful thst I could see them 4 times, I don't take this for granted at all.

Thank you for reading ❤️

My Other ritual recaps

[surdino]

Inspired by this post

The first time Eddie sees Steve playing guitar, he thinks his heart might beat out of his chest.

He hadn't thought much of it, when Steve suggested teaching him a few things. Some basic chords and songs even children know how to play. He'd even said he could help him decipher some of Eddie's favourite songs!

It was too good to be true. A trap.

Because, let's be honest. What jock knows how to play guitar? What jock would offer a selfless hand to a freak like him? One day he'd have to repay Steve in weed or favours or his life.

As Steve looks up at him, small smile on his face as his fingers move delicately over the strings, Eddie realises he really doesn't care about any of that. He'll repay him with whatever he wants, if only he gets to have Steve, this Steve, for as long as he can.

He scoffs and tries to ignore that feeling in his stomach telling him to run. "That all you got, Harrington?" He asks, rolling his eyes, leaning back against the couch.

Steve licks his lips, smiles at him. Eddie thinks maybe he can see right through him. Maybe he doesn't even care about it. Let him see.

Steve looks up from playing guitar, smiling at Eddie. His cheeks are kind of flushed and his lips are wet like he'd been licking them. Steve doubts it's from the weather.

What's even more surprising is that Steve doesn't care. Sure, he'd heard the rumors about Eddie Munson. He'd known about them for years. Known about them even as he invited him into his home. (He hadn't expected Eddie to come, but he had. It sends a rush down his spine).

It's something about playing with fire. Steve wants to get burned.

He wants to play with the flame for as long as it'll let him.

He gestures Eddie over and as his arms wrap around his body and his hands help guide Eddie's over the strings he can feel the heat coming off Eddie's body. His heart beats against his ribcage and he thinks Eddie might be able to feel it on his back, the way they're pressed together like this. He hopes he does.

[ilostthewar]

What are the 141 doing for their wife for Mother’s Day?

Kyle is an overachiever and has planned for this shit, okay? Firstly, he lets you sleep however long you want. Works to keep the kids busy so they don’t jump on you. When you wake up, it’s to handmade cards and breakfast. Then he sends you out to get some me time, he has appointments already paid for, all you need to do is go, along with a lunch reservation. If the kids are older they may join you. This is typically when he goes to visit his own mom, plus it gives the kids time to run around with their cousins, so they’re less frantic when they get home. When you get home he gets the children to play “butlers and maids” which is really just having them help him with dinner and ensuring you have all the things you may want, but the kids get really into it. Dinner is served and then gifts after dessert. All around a good day.

Johnny has traditions for Mother’s Day that he wants to pass down to his kids. The day starts with breakfast in bed, and Johnny does not let you see the kitchen he and the kids destroyed it but he plans to clean it. Slightly crumpled flowers from the garden and lots of cuddles and kisses. Wants to spend the whole day together, so plans family activities for you all. Probably have a Mother’s Day dinner with his mom and other siblings, but it’s sweet and fun. Most years they simply go out for dinner because one year Johnny and his siblings nearly got into a fight in the kitchen about how long the food should be in the oven and nearly ruined dinner.

John is really simple. The kids pile into bed with you early in the morning. Typically a new outfit and some new item you’ve been eyeing is handed over. He whisks the kids away for breakfast, returns with food and a big, professional bouquet. The day is relaxed, spent doing things that you like and sprinkled with little treats for you. He does have reservations for dinner with you, the kids left with a babysitter. Probably gets you something classy like new earrings or a necklace.

Mother’s Day is hard for Simon, but he makes an effort. The first few years he didn’t know what to do but now he has better instincts. Makes a huge effort to not have you work hard. Makes brunch in bed, because Mother’s Day is the one day he lets you convince him to sleep in. And then it’s time for poorly wrapped gifts. He takes the kids out and lets them each pick out an item to get you and he doesn’t argue or fight them on it one year one of the youngest ones got you a very nice apple cause they thought you would like the color. His gifts are always last, and they are not particularly romantic but they are personal. He does his best to honor his mother by treating you well and helping his children show how much they appreciate you. It’s generally a relaxed day, prefers to spend it inside with you and the kids.

[nagujake]

୨⎯Use Me⎯୧

pairing: bf!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis: You've been so stressed and overwhelmed lately, but Jungwon has a way to help you relieve some of your stress.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: Mentions of divorce/toxic household, cursing, kissing, pet names (angel, baby, good girl), thigh riding

MDNI

(NOT PROOF READ)

Your home life wasn’t great, your parents weren’t at a good stage in their marriage and you were honestly just waiting for the day they would tell you they’re getting a divorce. While you’re 19 and could move out, you thought staying at home would keep your mom and dad together. You were hoping you were the glue they needed to keep their marriage going but that just wasn’t the case. Your mental health had also been on the decline because of all your home problems, but one thing you were grateful for was your sweet boyfriend, Jungwon. He truly was the only reason for your happiness anymore and he had always tried to keep things light and fun with you whenever you guys hung out. 

You walked into Jungwon’s house with a shy smile. You were here more than you weren’t nowadays and you always felt pretty shitty about it, you felt like a burden to his parents, regardless of how many times they said you weren’t. While you didn’t like to talk about what was happening in your house, Jungwon had filled them in on everything. 

You made your way to the living room, his mom greeting you from the kitchen “hey y/n!” “Hi Mrs. Yang” you said with a small wave and she smiled at you brightly “dinner is almost ready, have you eaten?” You shook your head softly “okay perfect because I made enough for you too” you bit your lip “thank you… where’s Won?”. She nodded “he’s up in his room”. Smiling slightly, you began walking towards the stairs before turning around “you look really pretty by the way” you uttered out, causing her to giggle softly “thank you honey, Jungwon’s father and I have a party for my job tonight. We’re gonna be leaving here shortly”. “Okay, Have fun!” You stated before turning around and finishing your walk up the stairs. 

You knocked lightly on his door and walked in, finding him with his headphones on, flipping through a school textbook. You slowly shuffled over behind him and put both hands on the sides of his headphones, pulling them off slowly. “Hey” you whispered. He quickly turned around with a smile and stood up, pulling you into a warm hug “hey angel” he left a soft kiss to your head before he pulled away. “You haven’t texted me in a while, I wasn’t sure if you were still coming over” you gave him a confused look “why wouldn’t I come over? I’m always here anymore” you smiled “and I completely forgot my phone at home. I left in a rush because my mom was screaming her lungs out. I just wanted to get out of there”. His expression dropped faintly and he pulled you into him again “I’m so sorry”. You laid your head against his chest and shrugged “it’s okay, I’m used to it” He sighed and loosened his grip on you.

You backed up and moved away, plopping down on his neatly made bed. He smiled at your action and mirrored it, plopping down next to you. “I’m so tired. I didn’t sleep like at all last night. My dad was freaking out on my mom” He turned to face you, head leaning on his palm. “You can move in here, ya know. The offer is always on the table. My parents are totally fine with it” You shook your head “I’m not gonna do that Jungwon. It’s fine, everything is fine” you showed him a fake smile. “You need to stop holding in all your feelings y/n. Bottling them up is gonna make you feel worse“ you playfully rolled your eyes “you’ve heard enough about it Wonnie” He raised his eyebrow at you “I’m your boyfriend, you can talk about it all you want” you turned to him, sleepily “but it gets annoying, I know that and it’s just so frustrating”. He just shook his head in response and crawled up the bed, holding his arms out “come here” you smiled widely and moved up to him quickly. You laid against him, your head on his chest, his arm snaked around you. “You can take a nap if you’re tired baby” You nuzzled into him deeper “I just wanna relax, I don’t wanna go to sleep yet. I missed you today” he smiled warmly but stayed silent, running a hand through your hair. 

The silence in the room made your mind race. All you could think about was your parents. You’ve been through so much mentally and you wanted to vent to Jungwon but you’re doing what you do best, holding all of your feelings inside to not bother anyone else with your problems. You could feel the ache in your chest rising and tears began to pool in your eyes. You immediately adjusted your position, slinging your leg over his so you could shove your face into his chest more. You were now straddling his thigh because you wanted to hide your tears as much as possible, because you knew you were gonna cry. He stayed silent and still as he began to feel your body shuddering lightly, he knew you were crying, you could never hide that from him. His hand sat on the back of your head, just allowing you to cry as much as you needed. “It’s okay angel”. You began to cry harder, the weight of everything becoming too hard to bear. “It’s just so fucking stressful Won” “I know baby”. 

He continued to let you sob into him for a while longer. “Angel, I want you to do something for me” you wiped your eyes clear and looked up at him. “Hm?” He didn’t say anything more and gripped the base of your ass, starting to move his hand up and down, encouraging you to move the same way his hand was. You began to move your hips the way he wanted “Use me to relieve your stress baby girl”. You pushed your hips harder onto his thigh and began grinding. Your hand moved to his shoulder, gripping roughly to ground you, while your hips started to move at a faster pace. A pleasurable thrill shooting through your body and straight to your core. “Fuck..Wonnie” you whined out. You sat up, your other hand moving to his other shoulder, allowing you to push yourself harder into him and get more friction. 

One of his hands laid perfectly on your waist, and the other flew to your head, pushing your face into his. The both of your lips met in a frenzied kiss, and you whimpered into his mouth feeling the coil tightening in your stomach. You pulled away, breathing heavy and small beads of sweat starting to form on your face. You glanced down at his crotch, his cock hard to miss as it was straining in his shorts. One of your hands came down, rubbing on his cock and frantically trying to release it from its fabric prison but he gripped your wrist to stop you “no angel, only you tonight”. His simple words made you moan and he pulled your hand to his face. He began leaving small kisses on your fingers, just a small act of affection as you destroyed yourself on his thigh. “W-Wonnie.. I’m gonna cum” he smirked at your words and nodded “come for me angel, keep fucking yourself on my thigh baby”. His eyes fell to your center, shorts completely soaked from your hurried grinding. “God, you’re so fucking wet baby” Eyes fluttering shut, you threw your head back and moaned louder, your orgasm just seconds away. “Jungwon! Oh my god!” You let out a string of whimpers as your climax hit you like a ton of bricks. He gripped your hips again and continued the harsh rubbing for you to ride out your high “Yes baby, let it all out”. As you finally stopped trembling you dropped yourself onto his chest, yours heaving up and down quickly to catch your breath. He tangled his hand in your hair and kissed your head “good girl, how did that feel?” You smiled against his shirt “so good” you muttered out before closing your eyes. 

After a few minutes, Jungwon noticed your breathing return to normal and your body become heavy against his. He looked down at you, eyes completely shut, and mouth slightly agape. You had fallen asleep, which he knew you needed. He smiled and laid his head against yours “my sweet angel”.

[pinksuits-and-butterflyknives]

I had a dream that Maya got involved in a luciferian cult, and Riley slowly figured it out. Maya would offer to "help" Riley - say pass a test - via a small sacrifice. She'd do a chant, someone nearest to her would have bad luck, and Maya would transfer her blessed luck to Riley. Riley thought it was a cool trick but felt bad at the bad luck victims. Riley was sworn to secrecy by Maya. For an upcoming test, Riley can't ask Maya to cheat and asks her father for advice instead. He asks for some more details and tells her he trusts she'll pass by herself. To do the right thing. In the next class, he gives a lecture on the dangers of cheating fate and theories of magic. Farkle and Zed catch on that this ties to Riley and Maya somehow. Maya is furious at Riley, who explains she just wants to protect her. Maya slowly detaches from Riley, not fully bc they are school project partners. One night, Maya leaves in an irked hurry as Farkle and Zed arrive casually. They, as well as Riley's mom, ask about Maya. Riley says she's in trouble. She doesn't say what to her mom, but leads her friends to her room. She tells them that Maya is involved with magic. W/ online research, Farkle figures out it's demonic and occultic, which is the most dangerous. It invites to do spells for little costs. Spells that open a spiritual door. One tied to your spirit. One once opened, you don't know who's coming out. Those are the hardest to close. Zed and Riley get a silent chill. Beat. "At least that's what User35326 on Magic.wiki says." Farkle smiles (laughtrack). Riley urges they find Maya and save her. They uber to track her phone, Jack Harlow cameos as the driver. They go to the woods, but Harlow says he only gets paid if his car is in close radius and drives on the golf course, alerting the cult. The gang is met with an immediate "welcome" and taken to the ritual site. Before the bonfire, robed people await. Riley admits she doesn't know which is Maya. They have taken their phones, even Zed's asthma tube. The leader spouts some BS about how occultism is the real Christianity and the true religion of Jesus. How all the prophets spoken to Satan, not God. Another robed person joins - it is Maya. She asks the leader to release them. He agrees, only aftering wiping their memory. He forces them to drink something then look into the fire. Before long, they hallucinate evil lafter and demonic faces, then fall asleep. Riley wakes up in her bed. Maya ignores her the coming days. Farkle and Zed have no memories. Riley felt like she needed to remember something. She has dreams at night of demons stalking her and watching through her dark doorway & window. Waiting to attack. Toying w/ & mocking her. She feels that they have Maya but is too scared to enter the dark. She awakes in cold sweats and runs to her parents' room. In fear. She tells them about her nightmares and gets attacked by them, really demons. She wakes up in the morning and immediately tells Farkle & Zed. They Maya into coming over for an intervention. She denies them blasts them, screaming they all have something going for them, esp. Riley. How she has 2 parents, a sibling, good grades, air conditioning that doesn't make noises, a security system and stacked fridge. No bugs or burglars or bad days. Her living room is as big as Maya's apartment flat. Riley listens and hugs her, validating her feelings as they both cry. Maya says she just wanted something good for herself. Riley says she knows and that she's sorry for not seeing it. That what is Riley's is Maya's bc Riley will always have her back. Farkle and Zed hug them. "We all will." Farkle says. Lucas comes in, fresh from his trip to Texas, and joins the group hug. They all devise a plan, including riley & maya's parents, to get maya free of them. Hand in hand, Riley and maya are in this together, cementing this the night of the plan at the baywindow. Maya returns to a cult meeting, and... the dream ends there. Damn.

ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE - Heart-Warming Scenes [1/6]

[katnipp]

Can I request jealous Lara where she’s wondering where y/n is at so she’s scrolls through Instagram to find out that y/n is at a party dancing with other girls. And then in the end they make up. Thanks

just a little too jealous— lara raj

genre: FLUFF BUT A LITTLE BIT OF ANGST IN THE BEGINNING

synopsis: lara gets jealous when she sees y/n having fun at a party with other girls. after a heartfelt apology, they make up and share a sweet moment together

warnings: jealous lara☹️, miscommunication, THATS ITT

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lara was used to being busy. constant schedules, rehearsals, fans, and the endless need to keep her cool in public. but tonight, for the first time in a while, she had nothing to do. no interviews. no photoshoots. no practice. just her, sitting in her hotel room, staring at the ceiling.

she hadn’t heard from y/n all evening, and the silence was starting to feel heavier than usual.

it wasn’t like y/n had to check in with her all the time, but lara couldn’t help the way her mind kept wandering. where is she?

after a long sigh, lara pulls out her phone, thinking she’ll kill some time by scrolling through instagram. she opens y/n’s account, half-expecting to see some funny selfies or a video from their latest hangout. instead, her thumb stops dead at a story posted just minutes ago.

y/n is in the middle of a crowded party.

the lights are dimmed, but the music is loud. y/n’s laughing, carefree, dancing with a group of girls. one of them has her hand resting on y/n’s waist, leaning in close, and y/n is looking up at her, smiling in that way she only ever did when she was feeling really good. lara’s heart sinks, and she tries to shake the feeling that starts to swell in her chest.

it’s just a party. it’s just friends. but why didn’t she text me?

lara scrolls to the next clip. y/n’s spinning around in a circle, her hair flying as she moves, completely at ease with the world. and there’s another girl beside her—someone lara didn’t recognize—looking at y/n like she was the only person in the room.

lara felt like someone had dropped a brick into her stomach. the insecurity, the sudden jealousy, the nagging thought that maybe she wasn’t the one y/n wanted. maybe she had more fun with these girls.

lara swipes away from the story, her breath shaky. she couldn’t help it. she pulls up a few more of y/n’s posts—photos of her laughing with friends, another one where she’s holding a drink with that same girl.

“why didn’t she say anything to me?” lara mutters under her breath.

she stares at her phone for what feels like forever. the questions spiral—why is she even feeling like this? why shouldn’t y/n have fun? but the jealousy creeps in anyway, and soon, it’s all lara can think about.

⸻

when y/n finally texts her, it’s after 2am.

sweetheart:

sorry, i didn’t check my phone. having fun with friends! i miss you tho

lara stares at the message, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. part of her wants to snap, tell y/n that she shouldn’t have to beg for attention. but instead, she just types:

lara:

looks like you’re having a lot of fun.

there’s a pause. then, another message from y/n.

sweetheart:

i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel like i was ignoring you. i was just in the moment. but i miss you more than anything, lara. come here, i’ll be back in the hotel soon

lara takes a deep breath, the tension easing a little. she puts down her phone and heads for the door, a small smile playing on her lips despite the jealousy still simmering inside.

⸻

when y/n walks through the door, she looks guilty, hair still messy from the party.

“lara,” she says softly, looking down at her feet. “i’m sorry.”

lara crosses the room and pulls her into a hug. “it’s fine,” she murmurs, holding y/n tight. “just next time, maybe text me before you get lost in the fun, okay?”

y/n laughs softly, her arms wrapping around lara’s waist. “i will, i promise.”

lara pulls away slightly, her thumb brushing over y/n’s cheek. “don’t make me jealous again.”

y/n grins, leaning up to kiss her on the forehead. “no promises, but i’ll try.”

lara can’t help but laugh as she pulls her back into the hug. “you’re impossible.”

“yeah,” y/n says, grinning. “but you love me anyway.”

lara smiles, feeling the warmth spread through her chest as she rests her head against y/n’s. “yeah, i guess i do.”

they stand there for a few more seconds, just holding each other, letting the quiet calm them. lara feels the last of her jealousy fade away as y/n squeezes her a little tighter.

“you really do miss me, huh?” lara murmurs, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

“more than anything,” y/n whispers, her voice warm and genuine. “you’re the person i miss, lara. always.”

lara’s heart flutters. she pulls back just enough to look at y/n, soft but serious. “i think i might be a little obsessed with you.”

y/n chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to lara’s lips. “i’m okay with that. i’m a little obsessed with you too.”

lara smiles against her lips, letting the kiss deepen, feeling her chest tighten with affection. they stay like that for a while, just being close, the world outside fading away.

“next time, i’m coming with you to the party,” lara mutters, half-joking, half-serious. “can’t let you have all the fun without me.”

y/n laughs softly, pulling her even closer. “deal. but only if you promise to dance with me.”

lara grins, the last of her jealousy completely gone. “oh, i’ll dance with you. just… maybe not with that much enthusiasm.”

y/n snorts, shaking her head. “you’re impossible.”

lara winks. “you love it.”

and for the first time that night, lara feels her heart settle completely.

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