#it was longer than I had intended

[hamletthedane]

I know I’m joking about how Wicked Part 2 is going to be insane compared to Part 1, but it actually is so interesting when viewed as separate second part of the story -

Because hear me out - imo, the end of Act 1 sets up where the lines in the sand are for the three key characters:

Elphaba chooses to follow her morals and reject the system, even to her own isolation and destruction. Her line is her dedication to “making good.”

Glinda, her foil, openly admits that she cannot turn down the allure of the system’s power and stability, even at the sacrifice of her morals and her closest friendship. Her line is her power and popularity.

Fiyero, further foiling Glinda, is the person who would have blindly said yes to Elphaba’s offer. He is completely, unquestioningly devoted to Elphaba - even to a fault - believing that she will always be good and choose the right thing (as she “doesn’t care what others think”).* His line is his unwavering loyalty to Elphaba.

*admittedly, this is less evident at the end of Act 1, but it’s made VERY clear within the first 5min of Act 2 so I’m counting it as an Act 1 arc

But then Act 2 forces them to respect the line they’ve decided to draw in increasingly devastating ways, and eventually forces them to violate their lines or have the lines destroy them:

Elphaba’s sacrifices turn her into a complete pariah, forcing her to lose everything she had and worked for in an instant. She fights every day for what she believes in, even though she sees it’s fruitless and only leading to the destruction of everything she loves. But Elphaba stands strong even against the Wizard’s temptation of leaving behind her failing cause. However, she’s finally pushed over her edge when one of the two people who still believed in her “goodness” dies for that belief. And it drives her to throw away every good intention and dive head-first into a pursuit of power and control. She must ultimately be influenced by Glinda to once again choose self-sacrifice for the greater good, giving up her power and dreams of normality in Oz. “Now it’s up to you, for both of us”

Glinda builds great political capital and becomes one of the most important, beloved characters in the nation. But nothing is real: she’s engaged to a man who clearly doesn’t love her, she’s openly decrying a woman who she clearly still loves herself, and the system she operates in troubles her even as she benefits from it. Elphaba again tempts her to leave, and Fiyero’s clear willingness to jump ship should be an even greater temptation, but she can’t leave it behind. Not until the very end of the story does she finally recreate the Ozdust dance: acting against her own self-interest to save Elphaba and take up the fire of her cause

Fiyero, to his credit, is the only person who cannot be pushed from his line. The very first chance he gets, he follows Elphaba blindly, despite hearing all these terrible things about her. Then he willingly sacrifices himself for her and her cause, and they torture him to (a fate worse than) death for it. And even when Elphaba really does go evil, he still believes that she will ultimately choose good. His loyalty to her is not well rewarded (see: fate worse than death), but he makes his sacrifice willingly. His belief destroyed him.

What I really like about the play’s story is that from all these different starting goals and motivations, every character is forced to give up everything that is dear to them - including their fundamental selves - by the end of the story. Yet, they all three still continue to overlap and influence each other in ways that lead them all to a choice of “making good” in the end. SO excited to see that played out on screen.

[mandatory-ftmbreeder]

I like to draw a lot and lately I've been having a hard time finding references for a new project I'm working on.

I ask you if you wanna come over and let me take some pictures of you to use as reference, we can hang out and it'll be fun. You agree, happy to help your friend and have an excuse to hang out.

You come over and I ask you to do a few simple action poses. Nothing crazy. But then I point out the fact that your clothes are kinda baggy, so it'll be hard for me to understand your anatomy beneath them. I ask if you'd be willing to just wear your binder and boxers, and I promise these photos will only be seen by me. You agree again, because you know I won't share them, and we're both trans guys, so it's alright, right?

The poses get a bit more ... specific. I ask you to get on all fours. To lay on your back and stomach. To sit with your legs spread. Poses that are definitely meant to be provocative.

I finally tell you what the project is for. I'm drawing a lot of self-indulgent trans guy porn and want to make a short comic about it. I say that the most difficult thing to get references for is t guys with their pussy visible. So if you really wanted to be helpful, you could take your boxers off and let me see everything.

You agree. You kick your boxers off, and I continue making you pose in all sorts of ways that now feel outright humiliating. Sit on your ass and hold your legs open with your hands. Get on your hands and knees face down, ass up, and really put your ass up high. Lay like you're about to get fucked missionary style. Press yourself against the wall and spread your legs wide. Let me get a few up close pictures of you spreading your hole as wide as you can.

And despite how embarrassing this is, that I'm just your friend asking for a favor, you're getting wet. Really fucking wet. It only makes you even more embarrassed and you wonder if I notice it, because if I am, I'm not saying anything.

But I absolutely notice it. Its hard not to, when your pussy is literally fucking glistening in the light. I want to touch it so fucking bad its taking every last ounce of self restraint in me to not just start playing with you. I think of any excuse I can make up to touch you.

Finally I get my chance. You're in a pose where you can't reach your pussy very well to spread it open, so I use my fingers to spread it open myself.

"Holy shit, you're really wet right now. Are you wet like this all the time?" I finally ask, my fingers gently rubbing around your hole. It's actually a little shocking to me just how wet it feels.

You shake your head. Obviously, you're probably not gonna constantly be dripping, but I just wanted to make you say it.

"Why are you so wet right now, then? Is it because... of what we're doing?"

Slowly, you nod, feeling more embarrassed than you have this whole time.

"Huh. I didn't know my friend was such an exhibitionist slut." I say, fingers teasing up and down your cunt. Your entire body trembles and you let out a whine, unable to even formulate an answer right now.

I tease my fingers right around your hole. Pressing in just a slight bit. Pressing more and more until two of my fingers finally push inside your cunt, sliding deeper till they’re fully inside. “Sorry, I would’ve asked if I could penetrate you, but… I mean, its pretty obvious that’s what you want.”

My fingers sliding in and out of your hole faster till im fingerfucking you. My other hand coming up to gently pinch and pull at your clit, all thick and fat from T. You whine and grind down against my fingers. I flick your clit a few more time with my fingers before finally rubbing it in earnest like you so clearly need.

“I’ll let you cum, as long as you let me shove a dildo up your cunt later and take pictures of it. I need some good references of a little bitch getting fucked.”

You don’t just agree- you outright beg me to take all the pictures I want, just so you can cum.

“And its good jerk off material for me, too. Hope you don’t get too mad at me if I ‘accidentally’ take a few videos of it too.”

I slap your cunt with my hand, the noise wet and loud and filthy, before going back to rubbing your clit just how you love it being touched. Your entire body trembles at how turned on you are, how good you feel, and suddenly your orgasm is rushing through you, making your hips jerk, cunt clench around my fingers, as all you can do is let it take you. I keep fingerfucking you and rubbing you through your orgasm, not stopping till you seem coherent again.

“That’s a good fucking bitch.” I say, pulling out my fingers and licking them clean. I give your ass a firm slap as you collapse to the ground in exhaustion.

I take a quick picture of you like this, looking sated and well-fucked. “You’re the best model a guy could ask for. Now let me see your hole, I wanna capture the way it looks all stretched out right now.”

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

HARRY BEING HARRY ON TOUR — Love on Tour: UK + Europe Leg, 2023

[fawnnbinary]

finally,,, East Blue Polycule Smooches,,,,,,

[tadfool]

thinkin about Astarion mending Wyll's clothes for him but also embroidering something on them when he does. I imagine with all the fighting and traveling Wyll ends up with rips and holes in his clothes pretty often and eventually Astarion gets sick of watching him walk around in tattered clothes (most people likely wouldn't even notice but of course Astarion isn't most people). the first couple times he does it he just mends the damages and gives it back, but maybe one time Wyll ends up with a particularly large rip in his shirt and Astarion decides to take the opportunity to cover the damage with a small bit of embroidery to tidy up the repair. Wyll thanks him for repairing his shirt (again) but then he notices the embroidery and pauses for a moment in both surprise and marvel. "did you do this?" he says, carefully running his thumb over the delicate stitches, he knew it was a bit of a stupid question but he couldn't seem to think of anything else to say. (cont. under the cut bc this got kinda long)

"it was a pretty nasty rip, even with my skillful hands," Astarion flashes Wyll a suggestive grin to emphasize his innuendo but Wyll is still to busy admiring the embroidery in his hands, "I wasn't able to make the repair look presentable on its own, but a bit of embroidery does well enough to cover it up"

"it's beautiful." Wyll breathes.

"yes, well, you're welcome." Astarion retorts, his voice thick with snark to hide how much Wyll's earnest praise flustered him.

Wyll chuckles and thanks him again before they part ways.

the next time Astarion repairs some of Wyll's clothes when he returns the item Wyll once again notices a small patch of embroidery but this time it's somewhere totally unrelated to the damaged area. it's lovely, and he spends a moment admiring it before giving Astarion a questioning look. "there was a stain, I couldn't wash it out so I just covered it up. you're welcome, by the way." Astarion defends, and it's almost believable. it might have been more believable if it didn't keep happening.

every time Wyll hands over a damaged piece of clothing to be repaired, it's returned to him with some new embroidery adorning it. it starts off subtle but after some time he has a collage of embroidery along his left pant leg, starting at his hip and extending further down towards his knee with every repair. the collar and both shoulders of his shirt are adorned with delicate designs in colourful thread. he also, notably, becomes a bit more careful in battle, not wanting to damage Astarion's embroidery.

once, an opponent manages to graze his shoulder with their blade, the cut isn't deep but it slices through his shirt. and through the embroidery. as soon as he glaces over and catches sight of the torn thread, he's furious. he dispatches the enemy quickly and rather ungracefully. when he hands the shirt over to Astarion to be repaired he's positively dejected. "swiped at my shoulder, I didn't manage to deflect it in time, cut straight through the embroidery..."

Astarion clicks his tongue, assessing the damage, "no respect for craftsmanship these days..."

when he returns the shirt most of the old design has been picked out and replaced with a new one. a simpler design, Wyll notes, likely easier to repair if it were to get damaged again. he admires it with the same appreciation as the first. "is your shoulder alright, by the way?" Astarion asks rather suddenly.

"hm? oh, yes, barely grazed it. nothing a bandage and a night or two's rest won't fix."

"good." the silence that follows is almost palpable. so many unspoken words, concern, affection, hanging in the space between them. "well. do try to be more careful." Astarion finally says, then hastily adds "at this rate I'm going to run out of thread before I get a chance to get more."

Wyll smiles softly at him. (so softly it makes Astarion's chest ache) "of course." (the idea that Astarion cares about his safety makes Wyll's chest ache as well)

[binniebakery]

ʚ thinking about going to the beach with bf!gyu on your anniversary ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ) ʚ he'd originally want to make it a surprise but has a bit of trouble finding a proper beach house so he asks you for help </3 ʚ regardless,, you were touched that he even came up with the idea ʚ bf!gyu who helps you shove all your stuff into his car and drives you an hour out to the coast ʚ and it's beautiful!!! despite it being spring time, the weather isn't too hot or too cold so swimming was really up to you guys! ʚ of course the minute you guys arrive, he's jumping out of the car and running to the passenger's side to open the door and pull you out to lift you into the tightest hug ever ʚ the scent of your boyfriend mixes with the salty air and it's so comforting <3 the way the breeze gently carries your giggles and light whines for him to let you go because 'you're squeezing me too tight beomie--! I'm gonna explode!' ʚ bf! beomgyu who ignores your protests for a few seconds longer because he can't resist the way your hair gently sways from the gentle wind and the smile on your face as you stare at him with stars in your eyes ʚ that grandma walking her dog flashes you both a sweet smile as she passes by because you're both just too cute <3 ʚ after beomgyu chases you around with a water gun you had no idea he had packed and multiple stolen kisses you both finally managed to unpack all your belongings and are ready to take on the weekend! ʚ and its already dinner time!! you both offer to make each other dinner and after your brief debate, you both agree on making it together! ʚ of course he's a tease,,, wrapping his arms around your waist as you bite your lip in an attempt to focus on the stir-fried veggies in front of you. ʚ your breath hitches as his warm breath tickles your neck and you remind him that as much as you would love to do something else you both need to eat after your drive! ʚ bf!beomgyu who wakes you up the day of your anniversary with your favorite flowers (courtesy of the small shop that was near by) and you can just feel your heart swell from the gesture :(((( ʚ he's just so sweet,,, and ofc you make breakfast for him to eat in bed (because he's spoiled!) in return ʚ bf! beomgyu who sits with you on the sandy beach, you both find a nice place by the rocks and he's grinning ear to ear as he watches you stare at the sunset ʚ you look at him curiously, "what is it?" you smile (he's thankful you can't hear the way his heart is hammering in his chest) ʚ he stares silently for a few seconds more. as if the breeze blowing by would whisper his thoughts to you :(( <333 ʚ bf! beomgyu who shakes his head, long hair swishing around as he lets out a chuckle. "nothin'." ʚ you shrug and look back at the ocean, arm wrapped around his. ʚ bf!beomgyu who continues to stare at you because to him you're definitely a view more worth seeing ʚ and it's like you can read his mind, you find yourself smiling wider as you rest your head on his shoulder<3 ʚ because although beomgyu masks that sincere and thoughtful side to him with his silly persona, deep down his mind is just like the ocean you find yourself staring into. if you look deep enough you'll find treasures and beauty beyond anything you could imagine <3

♡ Recipe Notes: last part was actually based off of a dream i had with gyu a while ago LOL

[sleepy-moons]

gojo constantly tells you he'd die for you. at the start of your relationship, you would kind of roll your eyes at the comment. he's so dramatic, you'd think to yourself, though you'd appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. but as time went on, and as your relationship blossomed, you began to feel a pang in your heart every time he said it.

an ache so deep in your spirit, that you could cry whenever he'd go on a mission. because you knew, that while he was fighting for a better society, for the eradication of curses and corruption, there was a large part of him that was fighting solely for you. for your safety. and if that meant he had to die for that to happen, so be it.

i don't want you to die for me. words you never thought you'd have to say to the love of your life. you want to spend the rest of your life with this man. why must he insist on showing his love in death?

he'd always give you a little smile when you'd say that, because he knows tears will be following soon after.

i know. there wasn't much more to be said after that. just a mutual understanding that a devastating heartbreak is lingering somewhere down the line, inevitable. he just hopes that in his next life, he gets to spend more time with you.

[baekhyunsbestie]

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baekhyun's lips x f!reader ―୨୧⋆ ˚ for these two nonnies: (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) + ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ty for the idea babies! 18+/MDNI┆wc: 2.5k+

just thinking of baekhyun’s lips and how they’d send you into a frenzy every time. those lips that curl into a playful smirk before pressing against yours, as if they were sculpted to fit perfectly with your own. they part with a teasing swipe of his tongue, coaxing you open and tasting every gasp and moan as he deepens the kiss, consuming you completely until you’re breathless and pliant in his arms. 

he’d love to trace his lips across your skin, moving down your neck and marking their path with each soft graze, igniting your body with fire as they travel lower, ensuring you feel every touch. they meet yours with a gentle yet commanding presence—soft and inviting, yet undeniably masculine. while his personality is often sweet and fluffy, the moment your lips touch, a shift occurs; he asserts himself, wrestling your lips in a way that makes it blatantly clear who wears the pants in your relationship.

and you absolutely adore it. you simply can’t get enough. you crave those moments when he takes control, when he guides the kiss with a mixture of tenderness and dominance that leaves you breathless. you can’t get enough of his confident energy, the way he makes you feel cherished and desired all at once. it’s nothing short of addicting.

but those same lips? they’re just as devastating in an argument. you’ve seen them press into a thin, tense line when he’s upset, his gaze hardening as his jaw clenches, as if trying to hold back words he knows might cut too deep. his lips part, but instead of the playful teasing you’re used to, it’s frustration spilling out, sharp but not cruel. yet, even in the middle of an argument, they’ll soften slightly when he looks at you, like he’s silently reminding you that no matter how upset he is, it’s still you. always you. and after the cyclone of words and emotions fades, those lips will find their way back to you, kissing away whatever tension lingered, slow and apologetic, as if to say, loving you will always matter more than any fight.

then there’s the way baekhyun looks when he smiles. his genuine smile, the one that’s reserved just for you. it’s the kind of smile that reaches his eyes, lighting them up with warmth as his lips curve into that perfect, heart-melting grin. it’s a silent reassurance that, no matter what, you’re his person. 

his lips part slightly as he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin making the hairs at the back of your neck to stand on end. his gaze softens, melting into something more heartfelt as he looks into your eyes. with a voice barely above a whisper, he murmurs something sweet—words that flutter like butterflies in your chest. “you know i’d choose you every time, right?”

when he notices the blush creeping across your cheeks, a shy vulnerability breaking through, the corners of his mouth lift into a soft, playful smile. it’s a gentle curve that reveals just a hint of his teeth, a detail that sends your heart racing. his lips glisten subtly in the light, capturing your attention and drawing you closer, as if they’re silently inviting you to bridge the distance between you.

oh, and baekhyun knows exactly what his lips do to you. he’s seen the way your eyes flick down to them every time he speaks, how your breath hitches the moment they ghost over your skin, barely touching yet sending a shiver down your spine. he’s not subtle about it either—not in the slightest.

the moment he senses any tension between you, any hint of irritation or that flicker of frustration in your eyes, he tilts his head, his innocent smile playing on his lips as if he’s completely unaware of the effect he has on you. he bites down on his bottom lip, knowing exactly what it does to you. leaning in closer, he murmurs a playful ‘sorry’ against your neck, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine as his lips brush against your skin just enough to make you gasp.

and when you finally cave—because of course, you will—he’ll smirk, all smug and playful, knowing full well that you never stood a chance. “there’s my angel,” he’ll whisper, pressing those teasing lips to yours, soft and sweet at first, before pulling away just as quickly, leaving you hanging. he thrives on the way your eyes darken with want, loves making you chase him for more, because he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

but oh, when he gives in, when he lets those lips do their worst, it’s game over. you’re lost in the softness, in the way they claim yours, tugging and teasing until your mind is nothing but a haze of him. and baekhyun? he’s all too pleased with himself, because he knows his lips are your weakness, and he’ll never stop using them against you, just to watch you fall apart in his hands.

and godddd, those lips are a weapon. one minute, they’re whispering filthy promises in your ear, low and hoarse, driving you fucking wild with anticipation, making your knees weak with every obscene detail of what he plans to do to you. the next, they’re quirking in amusement when he sees the effect they have on you—how swollen and red your lips are from biting them to keep from crying out his name. he loves that. loves watching you struggle to maintain some sense of control while his lips are busy unraveling every ounce of it, tearing your self control apart bit by bit.

when he smiles that mischievous smile, it’s like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. his lips, so soft and rich, are a perfect mix of gentleness and raw hunger. they alternate between teasing grazes that make you crave more and deep, possessive kisses that leave you dizzy, breathless, and so utterly consumed by him. the way they tug at your skin, sucking lightly before biting down just enough to make you lose your mind. he knows exactly how to unravel you with just his mouth—how to strip away every defense you have and leave you trembling beneath him, utterly wrecked by the intensity of those lips.

you’ve kissed them countless times, but somehow, each time feels like the first. every kiss sends shockwaves through your body, lighting a fire that only he can extinguish. and when his lips whisper your name—calling you his pretty angel—in that thick, heated silence, barely audible but enough to make your heart race, it’s like a match being struck—the start of something inevitable, a promise of what’s to come.

baekhyun's lips, so supple and pink, feel like velvet against your skin, a perfect mix of tenderness and possessiveness in every touch. those plush, full lips trail along your neck, leaving a warmth that spreads through your entire body. he starts gentle, teasing, letting his mouth linger just long enough for you to feel the heat, before he presses down a little harder, sucking lightly on the delicate skin.

you can feel his breath hitch as his lips form around a patch of skin, pulling it into his mouth, and then the sensation deepens—a little sharper, a little more urgent as his teeth graze your neck. he leaves behind a mark, a small love bite, flushed and sensitive. his lips move lower, repeating the action, giving you little bursts of pleasure and pain, like he’s branding you, leaving his mark all over your body, one kiss at a time.

his lips would quirk into a knowing smile as he pulls away to admire his work—those little bruises he’s so proud of, dotting your skin like a trail of memories from him. his mouth hovers near your ear, whispering, “y’look so good with my marks on ya,” and the way he says it, so soft and possessive, sends a shiver down your spine. he loves knowing that wherever you go, his presence lingers, those love bites a reminder that you’re his, and his lips? they're always ready to leave another.

and when he comes home from a long day of schedules, fatigued and craving nothing but to drift into sleep in the comfort of your arms. but the moment his gaze lands on you, sprawled comfortably in your shared bed, everything changes. you're draped in his white button-up shirt, the soft fabric cascading down your frame, just a touch oversized, the hem teasingly brushing against your thighs. beneath it, you wear his favorite lingerie—delicate lace that hugs your curves perfectly.

that sight sets something off within him. transforming his playful, bubbly demeanor into something intensely primal. the air thickens with anticipation, almost electric. his eyes darken with a hunger that sends a thrill through you. in contrast, you smile up at him sweetly, pretending you have no idea what’s coming. he stands at the foot of your bed, shedding his clothes in a fluid motion as his gaze lingers on you, devouring every inch of your form. his lips part slightly, a teasing smirk curling at the corners as he drags his tongue slowly across them, savoring the anticipation of feasting on you. in that moment, you find yourself relishing the intensity of his gaze, feeling as if he’s about to devour you like a man starved. the thrill sends heat pooling in your core, and you revel in it, fully aware that soon enough, you’ll be screaming and begging him for mercy.

baekhyun’s lips would feel perfect against your skin, but when they’re pressed to your core, they transform into something entirely otherworldly—something that makes you forget everything else. every kiss down your body feels like a promise, building that unbearable anticipation until finally, when his mouth reaches between your thighs, you’re completely undone. “just breathe for me, angel,” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers through you. “i’ve got you.”

his lips, warm and insistent, tease you at first—light brushes against your most sensitive spot, making you squirm with need, every nerve in your body igniting. “y’like that, don’t ya?” he taunts softly, his voice low and sultry. he knows exactly what he’s doing, barely giving you what you crave, savoring the way you whimper and arch into him, desperate for more. it’s infuriating, how he draws it out, but you’re hopelessly addicted—addicted to the way his lips feel against you, each kiss sending shockwaves through your body, leaving you trembling beneath him.

and it’s not just you. baekhyun is just as hooked, his lips never able to stay away for long. he’s obsessed with the way you taste, the way your body reacts to him, as if he needs you as much as you need him. “always so sweet f’me,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking out to swirl around your clit before he pulls it into his mouth, sucking lightly. the sensation makes your vision blur, a strangled moan slipping past your lips. he loves it—the way you fall apart from just a few touches, the way you lose all control the second he puts his mouth on you.

“tell me what ya’want, angel,” he encourages, eyes gleaming with mischief. but he’s not done—no. he presses harder, lips and tongue working in perfect sync as he devours you, more demanding now, like he’s on a mission to make you come completely undone. each flick of his tongue and every deep, lazy suck has you stumbling on the edge, helpless under his touch, until you’re nothing but a trembling mess. 

“please, baekhyun,” you gasp, your voice shaky with desperation. “i-i need—”

he’d drag it out, loving how you gasp and writhe beneath him, the sight of you clutching the bed sheets for dear life making his dick twitch with anticipation. “just a little longer,” the teasing smirk playing on his lips never leaving as he watches you squirm. “wanna hear ya scream loud f’me.”

when he finally pushes you over the edge, it’s overwhelming—pleasure crashing through you as his lips bring you to a blinding orgasm. “b-baekhyun!” you cry out, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer, and he doesn’t stop—not until you’re completely spent, trembling and breathless beneath him, desperately pushing his head away. but that only tightens his grip on your thighs, and his lips seal around your sensitive clit, his hot tongue pressing harder. spiraling you into yet another intoxicating wave of ecstasy.

and when he finally pulls away, his lips are swollen and glistening with your slick trickling down his chin. and he looks up at you with that satisfied smirk, knowing exactly what he just did to you. “you made such a mess,” he teases, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your thigh. he’d look up at you as his lips would curve ever so slightly, hinting at a satisfied smirk that makes your heart race, a playful promise lingering in the air. you catch a glimpse of his tongue sliding out to taste the lingering traces of you on his lips, and it sends another wave of desire crashing over you. 

his lips? they’re your greatest addiction, and baekhyun knows it. he’ll use it to his advantage every. single. time.

and it's the way his lips look when it’s his turn to cum, a mix of ecstasy and breathless whispers that spill out as he praises you, “fffuck—oh god, my angel. my beautiful girl. you’re so perfect. always so, so good to me.” the way his lips twitch—still parted, still panting, flushed from the intensity of it all—makes them just perfect.

baekhyun’s lips are perfect for kissing, for ruining you, and for reminding you exactly who you belong to. his lips slightly swollen, sweet evidence to your influence—completely and utterly because of you and your body. a swell of pride blooms in your chest, knowing that you’re the only one who gets to witness him like this. each shallow breath he takes sends a rush of warmth coursing through your veins, a reminder of the raw pleasure you just shared. every time feels just as good, just as exhilarating, if not more so, than the last.

he’d lean closer, his eyes catch yours, sparkling with mischief and that familiar intensity that always makes your stomach flutter. "you okay, angel?" he breathes, voice low and raspy. you nod, breathless, but all the while you’re thinking about how those lips have the power to ruin you completely.

“good,” he replies, his voice a soft growl, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. the way he leans in, closing the distance between you. his lips hover just above yours, teasingly close, the air between you electric with anticipation. you can feel the heat radiating from him, can see the way his mouth twitches in a way that sends your pulse racing, reminding you that he’s not done with you yet.

those lips, baekhyun’s lips, are your ultimate weakness, and oh, does he know it. they’ll be the death of you—but god, what a way to fucking go.

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[okkalo]

neuvillette x gn reader

genre(s): fluff

warning(s): use of the hydro dragon theory

yes, this is way longer than i intended it to be.

neuvillette was currently pouting. why? because you have yet to do your daily thing.

sadly, his pouting didn’t help much because god only knows how expressive he is. so, truly, he seemed like normal right now for you. the only hint you could possibly notice is him giving you more glances than usual, which didn’t help either.

though the morning seemed completely natural for you, the chief justice could’ve compared his morning to a dire situation. it’s an important step of the morning routine to miss after all. so important that it could put all of fontaine at risk today.

though, what’s a man to do? he could only give a soft sigh, not wanting it to be loud enough to disturb you, while his eyes flit to the clock on the wall. it was almost time for him to go. his eyes fell back to your figure, your back facing him as he fixed the cuffs of his sleeves.

did you really forget?

he couldn’t help but feel saddened. he bit his tongue, however, not wanting to let his emotions ruin the morning of the fontaine citizens. surely he was just exaggerating this ache in his heart, right? he gave one last soft sigh before deciding it was time to go.

“alright, love, it’s time for me to go.” his deep voice broke the comfortable silence of the morning between the both of you. his heart warmed at the sight of you turning around with a smile, now making your way to give him a departing kiss.

“okay, chief justice,” you gave him a sweet smile, something that made him forget about the hurt from earlier, accompanied by a soft peck on his left cheek. “do well for me today. i love you.” you finished before giving him another kiss, this time on his lips.

although your kisses always seemed to heal a new part of him he didn’t realize needed healing, he still felt the ache in his heart. he, however, gave his small smile back while you retreated back to your morning routine. he bit back another sigh before he finally turned, now heading for the door. he could already see the light sprinkle that was dropping from the sky from the window. that’s when he stopped in his steps.

“i can’t help but feel as if i’m missing something, love,” he spoke, turning to face him with a confused glance, though he couldn’t see since his back was turned towards you.

“forgetting something?” you look around for a bit, your eyes glancing at the spots where his valuable items would usually sit. all of them had been empty, what could he be—oh. the moment he turned around to meet your eyes with his own slightly glossy ones was the same moment it clicked.

how adorable.

your confused face melted into a gentle smile, now taking steps to approach the male. you could see sadness lift from his eyes the moment you cupped both his cheeks with your hands and stared at him in the eyes.

“hydro dragon,” you leaned in to place a small kiss on his right eyelid, which he fluttered shut for you by pure instinct. “hydro dragon,” then one to his left eyelid. “please don’t cry.” your thumbs rub his cheeks, a signal for him to open his eyes to meet yours once more before you leaned in to peck his nose. “keep the city of fontaine dry.” and for the finale, you went in for his lips, though you made sure the kiss was longer than usual.

“i love you, neuvillette.” you smiled after the kiss, resting your forehead against his.

“i love you just as much.” he replied, his grin wide on his face as the rain of outside seemed to immediately stop.

[sepiamestus]

Birthday in the bunker

[designernishiki]

it’s kinda funny to me how that dumb scene in kiwami 1 of majima getting shot and left for dead in the harbor was basically just added as a half-assed way to explain majima not being around for a bit of the plot, but they accidentally(?) just made it seem like start of a chain reaction where majima ended up feeling slighted and heartbroken after being abandoned like that and then lashed out about it via smashing a big truck into the building kiryu was in. and yeah that isn’t inherently a romantic thing as-is but then they go and add the part where majima grabs a hostess and performatively hits on her as in-kiryu’s-face as possible, she says she’s already in love with someone, and majima lets her go immediately, no questions asked, making a big fucking point of it just to say see THAT kiryu? I appreciate when people are HONEST about their FEELINGS. people who won’t just BACKSTAB someone who CARES about them to save themselves. is that so crazy kiryu?? huh??? anyway make it up to me get down here and fight me right fucking now

[daily-xisuma]

[114] I forget art time takes

[mockingjaybirds]

A little look into a Drabble I’m writing for an au of Flightless Wings ^_^

I’m at 370 words currently

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Imagine Obanai, before becoming a Hashira, getting accused of murder after being caught by some police when he still had his katana out. Some demon had been killing frequently in the village, the same demon Obanai had just killed, but since it had disappeared, inevitably the police figured Obanai was some cannibal or something. They arrested him, putting him in a jail cell unless he was proven innocent.

When he was thrown in, Obanai began panicking. Which was normal, of course. Because this (so-called)criminal had just been caught and incarcerated! There was no worry of his sporadic breathing. Except—

Except now he was clawing at the bars and hyperventilating to the point he seemed unable to breath, tears streaking down his cheeks and staining that peculiar mask of his. One of the police—a woman—walked towards him, concerned.

One of the other police warned her to leave because, despite the fact that they had taken his sword, he could still be very dangerous. But she assured him that this was only a child, that there was no way he could do anything; he was scared, she needed to console him so he could calm down and answer their questions. And so she knelt by the cell, not quite in arm rage of Obanai if he thought to reach out. But instead, he did the opposite, recoiling at her presence. A small whimper escaped him and he curled up in a ball, a hand reaching up and clawing at his mask subconsciously, an overwhelming amount of terror written in his eyes.

“No…” Obanai whispered. His voice was raspy, scratching against the walls. The diminutive word was small but seemed to hold so much emotion that the police approaching him physically stumbled back, worry rising.

“It’s okay… We just need to talk to you,” she murmured, trying on a gentle tone. She had been amongst the ones who didn’t believe he had done anything. After all, there were no traces of blood on his katana. He could’ve wiped it, of course, but then why had he been holding it out in such a stance? “It’s… It’s safe here.”

The words had the opposite effect intended; Obanai scampered back, pressing against the far wall. He shook his head quickly, his hair spinning around him, covering his bicolored eyes. He was shaking, and a quiet sob wrecked his body. He could barely breathe now, memories returning in flashes and overwhelming him. He was stiff, gasping pleads muffled by his bandages. He was sorry, he was sorry, he promised not to run away again, he promised, he would stay, he would stay, he would—

But then he was in familiar arms, a Demon Slayer he’d worked with recently carrying him. They were outside, the sky bright and blue and the air blissfully fresh and cool. The Demon Slayer glanced down, his eyebrows furrowed in concern but relaxing slightly when he noticed that Obanai had awoken.

“It’s okay. I got you out. The Master is taking care of everything, I think,” he reassured him. Slowly, carefully, he set Obanai down, helping him sit. “Maybe we shouldn’t go into cities too often, hm?” he remarked, a tired sort of amusement quirking his lips.

Obanai nodded numbly. He was outside. He was safe.

The Demon Slayer sat beside him, resting a comforting hand on his back. “It’s okay,” he repeated quietly. “You’re okay.”

He was okay.

[tetzoro]

good morning & happy friday friendz (ㅅ´ ˘ `) we have made it to the end of the week !! i hope you all have a wonderful day and an amazing start to your weekend !! friendly lil reminders : ෆ drink water ! unclench your jaws ! blow a kiss to the sky ! be gentle with yourself ! ෆ

[p3ngu]

since you've done yumoto, you should draw akoya!!!!

Happy Kiss Akoya. Thank you!