#it's shameless and automatic now

[finelythreadedsky]

6th century bce archaic greece dashboard simulator

📜 oracles-onomakritos Follow

guys you have GOT to stop sticking in extra aristeias for your faves, the iliad is getting TOO LONG

⚔️ argivehero1184 Follow

nope lmao check out my guy diomedes he stabbed aphrodite!!!

📜 oracles-onomakritos Follow

look do you want anyone to even be able to perform this whole thing bc i know rhapsodes are impressive but their memories can only go so far

#parahomerica #i spend so much time on this and is anyone remotely grateful?

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it’s going to be so crazy next month when it gets dark in the middle of the day, the medes are going to have no idea what hit them

🏛️ anaxagoraintheagora Follow

lol like that would ever happen! you’d have to piss off apollo even more than agamemnon did

🏛️ anaxagoraintheagora Follow

i stand corrected.

#ok headed down to didyma to make some offerings now #ngl this has me pretty freaked out

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🌸 iokolpos Follow

poem for atthis 💔

like a hyacinth on the mountains the shepherds tread upon her underfoot and on the ground a purple flower

Keep reading

💐 poikilothronanaktoria Follow

sappho dm me please i won't leave you like she did

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💩 iambicpharmakos Follow

wealth is such a dick, he never comes to my place to go hey hipponax here’s thirty minas of silver, and some extra too! what, is he scared?

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sneak peek of my new work! process video will be up soon, and remember I am currently open for commissions!

#ajax 😭😭😭#wanted to challenge myself with the hands and i think they turned out ok #the armor was much more fun though #art tag

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👹 assemblerofchoruses Follow

when you think about it... maybe helen's right when she blames herself for the trojan war? she chose to run away with paris and then so many people died because of it, she even says herself that she was a shameless dog

👹 assemblerofchoruses Follow

helen if your reading this i didmt meanit im so sorry

#i cant see anythignwhat is going on

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🍃 nikostratethepythagorean Follow

that hippokleides guy is such an icon. siege of tyre? hippokleides don't care! persian invasion? hippokleides don't care! fall of babylon? hippokleides don't care! peisistratus back in athens? hippokleides don't care!

#trying to bring this energy to the new olympiad #niko speaks

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🫒 notthatmegacles Follow

and don't just automatically vote for your tribe!

💐 poikilothronanaktoria Follow

um who even are any of these guys

🫒 notthatmegacles Follow

dude they're the patron heroes for the ten new tribes, have you been living under a rock????

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believe it or not i’m one of the dozens of people worldwide that live in a polis that’s not athens

#smh #lesbian problems

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[tthoroughfare]

still thinking about ellie's hair but this time about helping her cut it. canon!ellie cuts her own hair. modern!ellie cuts her own hair. every iteration of ellie butchers her own hair this could truly take place in any universe

heading over to her place because you're collecting her to head out, finding her in front of the bathroom mirror in a sports bra, kitchen scissors in hand and shirt thrown somewhere on the floor

just, like, unmethodically chopping bits off

she calls out a 'hey' when she hears you come in, not taking her eyes off what she's doing, pulling one of the foremost strands outstretched then snipping the end off.

"oh, fuck," she says when the piece of hair falls back in place, realizing she's cut way too much off. plus, it's completely uneven.

you scoff at her, coming up behind her and making a show of checking your watch. "is there a reason you've decided to do this now?"

"it was too long. it was pissing me off."

taking her arm, you pivot her around to face you, laughing lightly when you take a proper look. "dude, you've fucked the front up."

"i know, shut up," she whines sheepishly, attempting to turn back towards the mirror, but you stop her.

you examine the pieces, gently swiping them out of her face and trying to get them to sit in a better way. "it's not that bad, it just needs, like... blending?"

"yeah, what do you think i was trying to do?" she replies, words reducing to a short, breathy laugh. a small smile stays on her face as she watches you, eyes flickering over your face while you look at her hair, thinking how to mend it.

"sit down, let me try."

she pulls a little bit of an unsure face, but relents anyway, slowly taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub and handing you the scissors. "i swear to god, if i have to shave my fuckin' head because of you..."

you tut. "can't really make it any worse."

"rude."

"you're rude," you murmur, leaning down and beginning to make some attempt at feathering the choppy strands.

"i'm sweet."

"when you wanna be."

ellie blows air out of her nose and smiles gently in response. your left knee comes up to rest on the edge of the tub, thigh slotting next to her. she automatically shifts her hand onto it, thumb swiping over absent-mindedly as she looks up at you.

it's quiet as you concentrate, brow furrowing subconsciously whilst you try and fix ellie's mess. you didn't really have a clue what you were doing, just trying to make it appear more even without taking too much more off.

anyway, she's content to sit there gazing at you with a tiny, lopsided smile, eyes dripping with adoration as she smooths her fingertips over your thigh.

she breaks the silence halfway through, thinking out loud. "you look good."

you chuckle. when you first met ellie, she was shy around you; but since being together you swiftly figured out once she's out of her shell, she's a shameless flirt. "thank you. so do you."

"want me to eat you out before we go?"

you blow air out of your nose, leaning back to tousle her hair into place. "we're already late."

"i can be quick."

ignoring the way that makes your lower stomach flutter, you move to stand up straight. "did you do the back?"

"yeah, i think it's fine, though," she replies, feeling at the back of her hair.

"c'mere, let me check." you offer a hand to pull her up, and she turns away from you, allowing you to inspect her job. she's right, it looks fine; which makes you wonder how the hell she'd managed to mess up the part she could see, and not the part she was doing blindly.

you prod her in the back, feeling the way she jolts slightly. "you're good to go. that'll be a million dollars."

"ha-ha," she replies, pivoting around to look at herself in the mirror. she leans in, running a hand through the strands. "oh, yeah, it looks way better. thanks, babe."

"welcome." you lean past her to set the scissors down on the sink, pressing a small kiss to her shoulder as you do so. she turns around, taking you by the waist and pulling you into her, pressing languid, deliberate kisses over your neck.

"y'know, that kinda did it for me."

hand moving to thread through her hair, you chuckle at her statement. "why?"

she hums into your skin as she alters her path, mouth moving upwards and over your jaw, lips slotting against your own. "i don't know, 'cause you're hot. and you were, like, basically on top of me, looking all serious and concentrated and shit."

you laugh, taking her by both sides of her jaw, unable to help yourself from kissing her wantingly when you pull her back in.

of course you end up letting her eat you out before you go; ellie on her knees by the bed, your legs slung over her shoulders as she laps at your clit, fingertips pressing into your hips, roaming over your stomach.

you're already late, anyway.

[personasintro]

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language, Kiko is mentioned (this deserves it's own warning)

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k+

a/n: Merry Christmas! ♡

Mutual Help Series

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“Oooh, what could be in here?” Taehyung muses, pursing his reddened lips that has gotten its own intense color thanks to the cold weather outside. 

What was he doing outside when you've been at this place for around an hour? Flirting, of course. 

“Knowing you, probably tons of condoms.” you answer, causing Taehyung to stop shaking the present he's just gotten from Jimin. It stops rattling under his grip as he shoots you a glare across the table. 

Unfazed, you reach with your chopsticks for a piece of meat before you put it in your mouth. Next to you, Jungkook cackles under his breath and Jimin looks proud by your little comment. 

“Well, miss I-don't-need-anyone, we all like to have our fun. Maybe you should try it.” Taehyung bites back. Though his tone sounds serious and deep with his thick accent, there's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. 

You know how far you can take it to joke with each of your friends. Taehyung's got a thick skin and there's only so little you could actually say to offend him. Not that you would ever want to. Taehyung loves jokes and fun, he loves teasing and most of the time he's the one who takes it too far but never to actually cause a damage to your friendship. Whatever he says, you know should not be taken to heart literally. Therefore, no matter what he says about your single life – you don't take it as an insult. 

“Hooking up with a bunch of strangers? No thanks.”

He grins, “Maybe you should try it.”

“You offering?” you shoot right back, Jungkook choking on his soda as Jimin laughs out loud.

“You know what? Once you grow up a little, text me.”

You snort, “Stop acting as if I was a child.”

Taehyung shrugs, “No, but you're the baby of our group.”

Groaning, you frown. “Don't call me that.”

“Deny it all you want, Y/L/N but we all know the truth.”

“You guys scare almost every guy that looks at me. It beats the point of having fun.”

“Don't say shit like that, now! I'm all for you exploring and having fun.”

“Our point of fun is slightly different than hers, Tae.” Jimin comments, putting more meat to your plate as you thank him with a grateful smile. For the meat, of course. Although, he's not that off about the entire fun topic. 

“We all know what kind of fun we're talking about.”

“Alright, let's move on, yeah?” Jungkook calls, shaking his head at Taehyung.

“Here we go, protective Jungkook.”

“Why do you always somehow bring up sex in every conversation?” Jungkook scolds him.

Taehyung gasps, feigning offense as he points his finger at you. “First of all, she started talking about condoms!”

Jimin laughs out loud while you shoot him a glare for being too loud. God, you hope the owners won't kick you out. Talking so publicly about sex is often frowned upon. No one who wants to enjoy their meal wants to hear someone talking about sex from the other table. Unless those people are… open like Taehyung. He's always been a bit shameless. 

 Jungkook glances at you upon Taehyung's finger that's directed toward you. You shrug innocently. “So what? You automatically got into it.”

“You know it doesn't take too much for me.”

“That's true.” Jimin nods along with Taehyung's response. 

You laugh, “Just open the goddamn present, Tae.” 

He cracks a grin and starts laughing before he rips the package open. Surprisingly, it's not condoms – you would seriously laugh your ass out if it were – but it's a box of popular male fragrances in smaller versions. You recognize all of them, silently praising Jimin for this year's present. 

You all exchange presents for each other. There was an idea coming from Jimin, you think, last year to pick up a secret Santa for each year. But there's something special and thoughtful about buying everyone a gift. And it makes a slight burden to all your wallets, but nobody said the presents have to be expensive. Yet, they're always meaningful and nobody gives shitty presents here. 

You meet every year before Christmas since all of you spend it with your families. You've decided to make your own and celebrate it together, even if it's beforehand. This year it has to be because you're flying back home sooner than usual. 

They were kind enough to meet no matter what, said it wouldn't be the same if you weren't here. 

After that is done, Jungkook is the one to take you home since Taehyung came to pick you up. There's fog everywhere with snow sitting down and not melting anytime soon. You love when there's snow around Christmas time.

On your way home, it's not that late by the time you arrive. Jungkook helps you with your presents upstairs and accepts a cup of tea you offer him with a stern look. You're quick to shed the layers of clothes and make yourself more comfortable. You bring Jungkook his tea and make a hot chocolate for yourself.

“What you got in there?” you ask, plopping next to him as the warmth and scent of home hugs you. 

“A little something,” he says with a cheeky grin. 

Spotting the same Christmas wrapping paper he has used for all his presents, you give him a knowing look. You're about to protest and scold the shit out of him when he shakes his head with another grin. 

“Stop.”

“No, you stop!” you whine, “You already gave me your present.”

And it was great. Jungkook has given you two tickets to a water park that's located on Jeju Island. That alone tells you it wasn't quite cheap.

“It's not much, I swear.” 

“But why? We all decided on one present.” 

Grateful that he's so thoughtful, you're slightly annoyed that he broke the rule that perhaps never was so serious but it makes you feel bad. 

“Just because.”

“That's not a valid reason.”

“Sounds very valid to me,” he sings out, teasing you a little further as you both giggle. “You'll understand it once you open it.” he finishes it with that, urging you to open it.

Hiding the heat in your cheeks, you playfully roll your eyes and start unboxing the little box he has managed to sneak in his jacket. Curiosity and excitement takes over you because Jungkook's presents are always something else. You rip the package and gasp as soon as you recognize the familiar box.

“Kook!”

“You told me you ran out the other day.”

“Did you–”

“Bought it when Jimin bought Taehyung's present? Yeah.” He answers, already knows what you were about to ask. But you're too stunned to scold him for interrupting you.

You open the box and pull out your favorite perfume. A few weeks ago, you don't even know how that conversation came up but you mentioned to him that your perfume is running out indeed. It wasn't anything intentional of course, more of a whine when you were about to spray a tiny amount as you were about to go out. You thought he was barely listening to you, urging you to rush out your ass outside. His exact words. 

But he's always listening. 

“I think I'm gonna be more careful what I'm about to say in front of you. You're gonna buy me everything I mentioned.” you chuckle, taking a good inhale of your favorite flowery and powdery scent. You mostly use it during warm seasons but it's a good one even in the winter.

It's your staple scent. Everyone knows it. It's special. You were using it back at home and it not only smells incredible, it also holds a certain emotional attachment you have with it. 

“Don't worry about that, you're out of my budget.” 

You kick the side of his thigh as you cross your legs under your butt, carefully placing the bottle on the table next to the ripped wrapping paper. “I wanted to buy it after Christmas.” 

“You don't have to anymore.”

You give him a look, questioning his answer for everything as he simply justifies his thoughtfulness in the most basic manner. He always brushes it like it's nothing. But it's very special to you. He is. 

In seconds, you wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly. He lets out a surprised gasp, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he hugs you back. He's warm, smells like a mixture of his wooden cologne and winter air. 

“Thank you.” you mumble into his shoulder before you slowly pull away. “But seriously, you should stop spending so much money on me. Don't you have a girlfriend to spend money on?”

As far as you know, she's fine with it but who knows. Jungkook isn't the type to let anyone get into your or guys' friendships. But he's also in love and people in love tend to be slightly blind, if you must say so. Not that you speak from your own experiences but well, it's quite known. And Jungkook is definitely in love. 

“Don't worry about Kiko,” he assures you, “She'll get a good amount of presents too.”

“Well, I hope she loves you for you and not for your bank account.”

He scowls, causing you to give him a childish toothy grin that acts innocent. “She's not like that.”

“But I'm serious, you should stop spending so much money on people. Especially on me.”

“I spend my money however I want and you know what?” he asks with a grin, leaning closer to you as you watch him with wide eyes. “It's none of your business.” he flicks your nose with his thumb causing you to cuss him out as you push his forehead to get him away from your proximity. 

“So really, just accept it.”

“You're stubborn.”

“You're telling me?” he laughs out loud as if you just told him the biggest joke.

Rolling your eyes again, you purse your lips. “I wanted to be nice, you moron.”

“Be nice by just accepting it. And the simple thanks is just enough, not needed though. The hug was very nice.”

You slap his arm in a teasing manner which causes him to laugh even more. “I'll hug you for the rest of my life.”

“Promise?” he smirks. 

“I promise.” you giggle, nodding.

“Well, then Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas, Kook.” you smile, the warmth spreading all over your heart. Even though this year hasn't been all rainbow and sunshine, it's alright as long as you have these people right beside you. 

Who cares about presents? They're nice and show the thoughtfulness behind them by each of your friends. What you need the most is just them. And the special relationship you have with each of them will hopefully last your lifetime. Because if it doesn't, nothing will ever be the same. 

Without them you would feel lost. At the moment, you're anything but lost. You have your second family, hoping this tradition between you never dies and will continue years and years.

[hiraethwrote]

Can I maybe request or suggest a small drabble about Reader and Kento collecting seashells and rocks on their first date or honeymoon? Only if you have time, of course ♡

aaah shikariii bby tysm for stopping by 🤭 makes me giddy that you requested tbh — and it’s such a cute idea!!! i just hope i did your vision justice (and that he’s not oof bc i felt like i didn’t quite hit yk)

“oh, honey, look at this one,” you exclaim excitedly as you retrieve your arm from the water, the beautiful conch shell of dusty pink raised for him to see.

but your breath quickly hitches at the sight of kento in front of you.

it’s a pleasing thing, that you managed to convince him to leave his suits at home, restricting himself to comfortable vacation attire for the trip instead. he’s wearing a white shirt, top two buttons undone. his sleeves are rolled up his muscular arms and his linen pants are bunched up just below his knees to avoid them getting wet.

the golden rays from the low sun illuminate him in the most magnificent way, bringing attention the every beautiful edge and line of his face. and he looks genuinely at peace.

and he is. at peace.

“you alright, dear?” he asks, his tone as soothing as always, soft like silk.

a smile grows on your lips, shoulders falling in contentment at the scene of him in front of you. he always deserves to be like this, relaxed and allowed to turn his brain off for a few days.

“yeah, perfect actually,” you breath before snapping out of your shameless admiration of your boyfriend — no wait. husband.

you carefully make your way over to him, water splashing softly around you. “what did you find?” his arms automatically snakes around your waist, leaving a wet trail of salty water across the back of your shirt before placing a soft peck at your temple.

“look at it,” you coo, holding out your hand for him to get a better look. “taking this one with us back home. wanna check if you can hear the ocean?” the delightful sound of his chuckle dances between you as you lift the shell towards his ear.

“i’d be concern if i wasn’t able to hear the ocean right now,” gentle fingers lacing around your wrist as it approaches him, staring lovingly into your eyes. you notice how the sunlight catches on the silver band around his ring finger, feeling a tingle throughout your body at the fact that he is now betrothed to you until death do you part.

you can’t help how you roll your eyes, an amused grin on your lips. “you know what i mean, kento” you say, the tiniest whine in your voice.

“no, please explain,” he teases, slowly leaning in closer and closer, noses just barely grazing each other.

“then just listen,” you whisper softly, continuing to guide the shell toward his ear, his digits still around your wrist while his other arm was carefully pulling you closer to him.

he holds your gaze, an alluring smirk threatening to consume his face. you so rarely see him like this, just the tiniest hint of mischief lurking under the surface. it was a side he suppresses for the most part, only every on display for you — if on display at all.

“hmmm, would you look at that,” he hums quietly as you have the conch shell placed to his ear. “the ocean.”

“told you.”

the touch around your wrist disappears, placing his finger under your chin. you barely feel the gentle nudge that effortlessly tilts your head up.

“how did i ever get so lucky?”

“i often ask myself the same thing.”

then he moves his hand to cup your jaw, his soft palm pressing tenderly against your skin. “how about we head back to the hotel?”

“carry me?”

childlike laughter erupts from your lips as he easily swoops you into his strong arms, little droplets of water hitting you in the face as your feet come flying out of the water.

“would be an honour.”

©hiraethwrote 2024 . all rights reserved. reposting, translating and otherwise plagarisim is prohibited

[gay-dorito-dust]

Have you ever think about Boothill, Sunday and Dan Heng with Foxian reader?

Poke ears and brush tail, they will do it with a smile while watching you squirm and face burn in embarrassed.

One of them will bury his face into your tail and sniff it gently, your tail is his pillow and teddy bear to hug.

Boothill:

This man would take one look at your ears and tail and automatically his mind is filled with ways he could -lovingly- get on your nerves. He’s just fascinated by the way they twitched and perk up at even the slightest of sounds, it was as cute as it was entertaining.

He’d even softly blow hot air against your ears and watches as they would twitch/ flinch at the sensation and how you’d try to hide your fluster expression behind your tail.

He loves getting you riled up and will not give it up for the life of him as it was just too much fun!

Boothill was shameless in his teasing and that was enough to make you flustered and he’s barely even touched you! He’d probably even used his shark like teeth to playfully chomp on your ears, drowning out your protests with his boisterous laughter.

Your tail is his personal pillow and his head is always buried deep within it 24/7. He’s nuzzling it, smelling it, kissing it and so much more that the crimes he committed against your tail and ears were astronomical.

Dan heng:

Had accidentally fell asleep on your tail once. Cuddling against it even and muttering under his breath about how ‘soft’ and ‘warm’ your tail was as he nuzzled his face into it with a small smile upon his face.

The moment you told him this the next morning, the poor man was embarrassed and flustered to the highest of heavens. He was about to profusely apologise for his actions when you waved him off and saying that it was pretty cute of him, before then telling Dan Heng that he was more then welcomed to do it again should he ever get tired.

He tries to reframe from doing so now but even he had to admit that at times it was just too tempting to pass up. And yet he still managed to find the will power within to not give in, he’s already made a fool out of himself once in front of you, he was not doing it again.

…until he does it again and cuddles up against your tail, purring as he once again smiles while doing so. You’ve decided not to mention any of this to him later on, and kept it as your little secret.

Sunday:

He’s the type to poke and prod at your ears and tail just to see you get flustered and squirm beneath his insightful gaze.

He finds you easy to tease but that never stops him from taking through enjoyment every time you fail to swat him away, or conceal your expression behind your bushy tail. After all His wings were pretty sensitive too but yet you still touched them with a mischievous smirk, so of course he’s going to want to get back at you for it.

It’s a game to him to see just how many expressions he could coax out of you within a certain time frame before leaving abruptly.

‘H-hey! Where are you going?’ You’d cry as you felt Sunday pull away from toying with your ears, watching on in confusion as he stood up from his seat, adjusted his clothes and began to walk towards the door.

‘I have a meeting soon and I do not wish to be late because I was indulging in…other things.’ He says as he looked over his shoulder with a wry smile at your expression, but you couldn’t help it! The way he spoke was only meant as a means to make everything that happened come off more intimate than it actually was!

You hated him sometimes for drawing reactions for you so easily but that was also something you admired too, and besides you did kinda start it but messing with his wings.

[awbublie]

wait my mc lore just dropped 🙀🙀

mc lore is here >.< fret not!!

they are a glorified self-insert i am shameless and will insert myself into my favorite media!!!

though she isn't a complete rip-off of me, maybe like 60% me

though i do love napco figurines

(edit: im so stupid and thought mx stood for mexican😭😭😓)

relationship charts!!!

caught mc on a good day!:

essentially means mc got a higher score than 60 on a test and just got a sweet treat.

feeling like contributing to society, she helps this rando return a phone.

seven:

both work with computers, he's just levels ahead of them.

inferiority complex kicks in til he starts helping her with assignments and omg im in love with this man.

likes his jokes and his robots are sooooo cool, "you think you can make one look like this? :3" insert image

calls him so he can practice his english and she can practice her korean.

the flirty banter really kicks up and they get their hopes up

gets butthurt day 8 when he turns them down.

jaehee:

desperate for female friends mc is overly-sweet and clingy.

jaehee is overwhelmed and explains in order for them to be proper friends time is needed.

they are now bonding over coffee beans and how mc brought some from her last Mexico trip

i WANT THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER SO BAD

yoosung:

misses her siblings so he's the closest to a little brother.

finds out guys don't typically like that when you tell them that, especially if they are older.

they make up and bond over their no-life life

trains in LOLOL for the next couple days bc DANG IT SHE WILL PLAY IN HIS LOBBYS!!!!

share shoujo recs

zen:

when he flirts at first, her heart flutters.

till jaehee gives her the warning, and atp jaehees word is bible

finds him silly but like in a older man kind of way

finds his costumes interesting and asks about the type of fabrics they use

during 707 route, she leans into the whole big sister zen and LOVES IT

jumin:

not too big with rich people and was quick to form an opinion

finds out ab Elizabeth and everything that they had thought gets thrown out the window WHAT A NICE MAN!

til shes asking about the area and he says something along the lines of "why move to a country you know nothing about? You are simply asking to fail. "

YEAH HES RIGHT BUT HE DIDNT HAVE TO SAY THATTT 😭😭😭

is bitter for the next 2 days before she gets over it

caught mc on a bad day!:

felt with the daddy issues (we cannot control our fathers we have nothing to do with our father's errors they do not define what we do or who we become we can disagree with them and still love them)

the professor was moving too quickly during class, her computer was working, she fell behind and her brain is fried. it feels like it's been happening more and more....honestly it feels easier just to rot in bed sleeping.

getting a random message just worsens her mood. "i cant even help myself and im supposed to help you?" rolling over to try to make sense of the class notes.

saeran:

got kidnapped and had their laptop open

"you follow me on github?"

mc BEGS for him to teach them everything he knows

ends up becoming an intern and moving their classes online

but wait...this guy is lwk kinda cute....

and he's taking the time to teach me??? >.<

blind to their situation mc follows instructions and fufills small tasks

saeran gives her badge "ID:10T"

cleaning his code to filling up the office waterbottle, all in payment for bootcamp-saeran™

V:

reminds her of a teacher she had once, ick

finds him to be kind of a doormat, but so is she

doesn't enjoy seeing how others might view her

(707 route bc i forgot to mention him there) can't help but feel sorry for him, she may not trust him but i mean cmon they can't help but feel bad dude lost his fiance and now seems like he can't keep his life together

rika:

again, desperate for female friends, but this one IS SO DIFFERENT

this is like when you make eye contact with someone of a similar group and you kinda expect automatic friendship but they are cold to you

mc is either ignorant of mint eyes operations or is slowly being indoctrinated, they don't meet rika very often.

they form a kind of bitterness towards her, rooted in her insecurities

"how can someone be so loved?" "how can someone just 'create' a world of their own" "whats so special about her, i'd be able to do something like that too"

by only hearing of her through saeran they feel so insignificant to her influence, it weakens them

[muffinsin]

ok but how would the sisters react to their g!p s/o accidentally doing something sexy? for example, they walk in as reader spills wine or something down their shirt...just picture it...sitting on a loveseat, manspreading in some nice trousers...red wine dripping their neck/chest because their shirt is open? are we going to be toast? 🧐

Ohh, I see👀 “Are we going to be toast?”, dear anon, yes XP. They are, after all, insatiable. Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlists

Bela

Some would assume being the eldest comes with a lot of experience in about every single way

A lot of lovers, a lot of flirts and sex, among them

In Bela’s case, you know better

Not indulging in many before you, she’s easily flustered by just about every little thing you do

A single kiss enough for her to lean into you, a hand on her hip enough to make her fluster, low whispers, promises of what you will do enough for her to squirm and flush beautifully

And all this, being flustered so easily, was revealed before she found out about the appendage between your legs

Now that is truly something to make your blonde beauty fluster easily

While she’s normally quite controlled, you make her lose control far too easily

Such as today

You’re not particularly aware of what you’re doing, sitting in the armchair in her room, drinking the wine her family is so very known for, and reading one of her favorite books

You take no notice of your legs, wide apart as you manspread like you usually do, nor how full the glass of wine is

You don’t recall filling it this much at your last refill

Still, you pay little attention to it, instead fingering the pages of the book gently as each page is turned

Bela walks in on you like this, and her breath hitches immediately

Her thick, shapely thighs push together instantly as pleasure hits between her legs

Your legs, spread wide, allow her to see the bulge in your fancy trousers

She can see it even through them, the pants outlining it nearly perfectly

She sees it and can automatically use memories to add to it, so that she can perfectly picture your tip, surely being slightly pink from being pushed up against the trousers

Your balls, set against them in the obvious outline

And of course the large shaft, thick and long, enough to make her see stars when you’re halfway in already and enough to have her claw at whatever she can when you’re fully pushed in

Her eyes wander, somewhat shameless as you aren’t aware of her just yet

She finds your blouse, white, not entirely buttoned to the top

Your nipples are pushed against the fabric and your collarbone is revealed

She feels her face heat up immediately and desire rise within her

Too absorbed in your book, you haven’t looked up and taken notice of her just yet

Poor Bela is trying hard to keep it together, to hold onto her facade of the cool-headed, composed heiress

Then though, you grasp for your glass again

And as you set it against your lips, wine spills over, the fullness of the glass having surprised you

You gasp as it drips past the rim of the glass, past your chin and onto your chest

Your eyes meet hers as she inhales sharply, and you smirk upon seeing her flushed cheeks and clenched thighs

Slowly, the red wine stains your shirt, drawing her attention to your erect nipples and soaked chest

Then, before you can even mutter a word, she’s on you, her golden eyes revealing desperation she isn’t known for

“Bela,”, you chuckle, but you too gasp quickly when her hands drop to your bulge and squeeze

She needs you now, wants you now

And you’re all too eager to give all you have to her

Wasting no time, you bring her dress up to her hips

She’s straddling you, her thin fingers playing and tearing at your blouse as her dress is hiked up

You groan when her smooth, pale ass is revealed to you

Her cheeks are nearly fully on display thanks to the thong slipping between them, and you grow almost painfully erect at the sight already

You know she’s tight, and your cock aches as you dwell on the memory of taking her, all of her, granted to use her body and holes for the pleasure you both seemed

As you allow your hand to slide across her ass, you wonder if you will be granted to take her like that again today

She’s moaning in your ear already, adorably sensitive- and wet, no doubt

Soon, your blouse is entirely unbuttoned and her hands drop to your lap

As you massage her ass and tease her by sliding your fingertip across the panties cupping her still, she works on undoing your pants and freeing you

You know, you will no longer have time to read now and quite frankly have no desire to do so just now anyway

Not when you could be doing Bela instead

By the end of it you’re all but covered in black lipstick marks, your cock a mix of pink and red, black lipstick marks and white, creamy cum sticking to it

You’re breathing heavily as you hold her hip, ensuring she doesn’t fall, and keep her close to you

The both of you sit, exhausted, upon the armchair you ruined and stained, slashed and wore out

You don’t mind

She will get a new one

She always does

Cassandra

One thing you learn about your girlfriend early on?

She’s rather insatiable, bold, eager, dirty, and just about as naughty as one might think she is

And when she sets her eyes on something, she wants it, and she wants it the moment she spots it

This also includes you

Often, you find yourself cornered by her, groaning, moaning, panting as she bobs her head up and down between your legs

Or perhaps granted a view of her strong backside as you thrust forth and back and slam your hips to her full, jiggling ass cheeks

Or something simpler, like her hand in your pants, sometimes agonizingly slow as she rubs you to an orgasm, at other times so fast you can barely contain yourself as you spill in her hand and your underwear

One thing is always the same, though

There’s always a certain look in her eyes before this happens

A hunger, a desire for touch and pleasure

She easily and effortlessly seduces you, and it seems you do the same to her

Today is no different

You’re sitting in a loveseat, sharpening one of her weapons for her

A small gesture, but one you know she will appreciate, even adore

Romance is different with Cassandra, it’s its own kind, one you’re proud you’ve figured out

She’ll practically swoon when showed her sharpened sickle, you know

You hum a little to yourself, then jump when the door slams open and a certain brunette enters

Her eyes are immediately on you, and again you notice the hungry look in her eyes

They’re set on you, or to be more precise; on the visible bulge between your rather spread legs

You know, manspreading isn’t quite helping her contain her lust

You’re practically teasing and tempting the nymph-like woman at times, and you can’t help but enjoy it

She’s on you in an instant, moaning and hissing when the tip of her sickle digs into her side

Your dick twitches a little at the sweet sound, aching as it pushes against the rich fabric of your trousers

Her desire is clear as day, her sharp nails already digging into your shoulders, her crotch hovering above your lap

Today, you feel like teasing her. You feel you’re up for the challenge

As such, you bring your palm down, your fingers gripping her wrists tightly just when she’s about to reach for your crotch

She raises her eyebrow, her golden eyes deadly, but so very tempting and seductive

You smile at her, squeezing the wrists held in your hand. While stronger than all mortals, Cassandra is quite petite, at least in some places

She allows you to proceed though, her eyes and smile as challenging as yours

“I was just about to help you prepare for your next hunt”, you hum, and relish in her gasp when you tip the sickle slightly, the tip digging harder into her side

You let go of her wrists when you’re sure she won’t just take what she wants again

Instead, she reaches for the bottle of wine

You watch as she easily tips it and presses the rim of it against your lips, and groan as soon the sweet taste of it hits your tongue

Only does more and more come, so much so that you have difficulty swallowing all of it

And as such, it’s not long at all until some of it drips at the sides of your mouth, sliding down your chin

Only is Cassandra’s attention to longer on the bottle

Instead she watches, chest heaving and hips rolling slightly, as droplets of wine drip to your chest, then down to your breasts

A stain in your blouse marks its trail

Her mouth waters

The bottle is removed from you, and you jump when she simply drops it and it smashes on the wooden floor

Then, she’s on you in an instant, like a predator having caught its prey

You groan when her nails tear into your thighs, then the trousers are all but ripped from you

By the look in her eyes, you know it will be a long day and night

Daniela

Often, you tease your girlfriend, make her feel all hot and bothered, a whimpering and flushed mess, her head filled with the dirty thoughts you’ve inspired

Usually, you’re not aware that you’ve teased her

Daniela is just so very- responsive

For example, sometimes she gets almost feral when you simply allow her to sit in your lap, unaware that she’s fully feeling your bulge press against her ass cheeks

When she begins to squirm adorably on top of you, her chest and cheeks flushed, her fingertips brushing against you

Her cute little moans, her skin covered in goosebumps

Or when you simply mean to hug her, yet your hands on her hips make the sensitive woman gasp and squirm closer to you already

And so what if you grope a little? If you think with your cock as some might say, and boldly take what you want

It usually ends the same type of way, with her eyes hazy and wide, her mouth open and moans spilling past her soft lips, a wide smile on her lips

Perhaps, with her plowed into the bed by you, her arms held, the view of her backside nearly enough to make you cum already

Or with her mouth on you, your head thrown back and your hands in her hair

She’s eager and insatiable, eagerly swallowing and taking all you give her, always, at any time

Today is no different than others as it comes to this

She’s sat on your lap as usual, attempting to read one of her books

Only is it proving difficult

Her flushed cheeks and occasional whimpers tell you all you need to know, really

You manspread without thinking, attempting to ease the discomfort between your legs

In turn, she squeaks in surprise, clinging to you in favor of preventing her fall

Only does this mean she’s directly pressed up against your cock, covered merely by the thin layer of your trousers

You groan lowly, setting your hand on her hip

You’re breathing lowly, wondering whether she’ll act

Then, nothing

She hums and settles down again, as though nothing happened

Perhaps today’s one of the days she attempts to act shy and innocent, despite the naughty thoughts swarming her mind

A slight smirk forms at your lips

You want to see just how long she can keep the facade up, or whether you’ll get to take her like this, tearing innocence away from her yet again, just the way the two of you enjoy it

She’s gasping when you move her book from her, and the knowing smile on her lips tells you she knows exactly what game the two of you are about to start

She moves her hand to your neck, but just then you move slightly

It’s not much, nor too fast, but enough for the tip of her sharp, claw-like nail to nip your neck

You hiss and she draws back immediately, yet her eyes only widen, the gold in them merely a small ring within clouds of black

She watches, as though enhanced, as a drop of blood drags from the small wound and down your neck

Immediately, the teasing thing has a reaction on your girlfriend

She bites her lip and whimpers, easily sinking into your touch when you squeeze her hips

Daniela gasps when she’s rocked to you, held tight as she tries so very hard to win this little game of yours

Alas, she doesn’t really stand a chance, not when you grab her by the hair and tug her to your neck

Immediately, moans and the wet slurping sounds of her mouth on your neck follow

She’s whining and groaning, eagerly rocking against your crotch, her fingernails digging into your clothing

A promise, a plead, a wish to be taken

How could you deny her?

[hannieehaee]

hii (you’re one of my favorite writers btw) what would seventeens reaction be to a curvy black girl with big tits

18+ / mdi

having a curvy black s/o with big tits

content: no smut, but some suggestive bits, afab reader, established relationship, etc.

wc: 701

a/n: im not black so i made this kind of ambiguous since i dont wanna overstep at all!! thank u sm and thank u for requesting<33

masterlist

seungcheol -

he's literally obsessed with you. one look from you and he's on his knees ready to follow any command. sometimes his eyes would wander too much, so he'd have to get used to keeping them in pg places.

jeonghan -

he's so fidgety and loves grabbing at things, i'm 100% sure his hands would constantly be reaching to your hips, ass and tits (depending on whether you were in public or not), squishing them and just running his hand up and down the skin.

joshua -

instant attraction and instant chemistry between the two of you. to be fair, he could have chemistry with anyone, but he'd be extra charming with someone he liked. would be very vocal about his attraction to you and your body, always appreciating you both verbally and physically.

jun -

sees you and treats you as a queen. obsessed with buying you cute little outfits bc they just look so good with your body type every single time. you cause him headaches from how good you look for him. kinda reminiscent of how awkward his character in his drama was when he started liking the female lead lmao.

soonyoung -

i feel like he has a case of wandering eyes accompanied by an empty brain any time he sees something pretty. that something being you; his girlfriend. doesnt know where to put his hands most of the time but goes crazy on you behind closed doors.

wonwoo -

he's shy about it, but his eyes are always automatically drawn to you. he just finds you so pretty snd fascinating, he can't help himself. it gets so bad to the point where his members have to call him out on it, or even kick you out when you come whilst they're busy, knowing he'll be too distracted to do anything.

jihoon -

as a fellow big-ass haver, he'd now understand why carats always went crazy over his ass. except he still would feel caught off guard any time he caught a glimpse at your body. how was he supposed to react? should he hold back and become a pathetic shell of himself? or should he let his want for you take over? the eternal battle.

seokmin -

overcome with giddiness every time he remembers you're all his. sometimes he just stares and ponders how he got to have you all to himself. shy as shit when it comes to touching any curvy part of you though lol. it could be years and he'd still be shy in grabbing at your ass or hips while in public. he just needs to stay respectful at all times!!

mingyu -

lets out a grutal groan every time he sees you naked. every. single. time. he's just so insanely obsessed with your body (and luckily, you are obsessed with his too!), he can't help but verbally express his addiction to you. shameless in how often he's caught staring at you, clothed or not.

minghao -

appreciates beauty when he sees it, and since you're his girl, he's fortunate enough to see it all the time. insanely vocal about how into you he is, buttering up both your person and your appearance with the prettiest words.

seungkwan -

as a fellow curvy girly, he'd now understand why his members were so obsessed with his ass. being able to grab at yours so freely would give him an 'ah!' moment in realization as to why carats were also so obsessed with his own ass. he'd not only fall victim to an addiction to your ass but also your tits.

vernon -

doesnt verbally express it, but he feels like he's on top of the world having you as his s/o. super verbal to you about how pretty he finds finds you, always complimenting you and everything about you. his hands would also always be on your hips while in public (making their way to your ass and tits when in private).

chan -

has no idea how to handle a bad bitch. his hands would be so shy at the beginning of the relationship, itching to grab at your curves but not wanting to be disrespectful. the moment you gave him the greenlight, he'd go crazy and constantly be grabbing at you shamelessly.

[sseniita]

is it hot in here or is it just you?

“It’s so nice.” The hero’s voice sounded robotic against the fan blades. “So nice.” 

She was kneeling in front of an oscillating fan and moving with it as it rotated back and forth, letting her hair tangle as it moved uncontrollably in the artificial breeze. Despite the air conditioning and lack of decent clothes, there was a shiny sheen of sweat on her body and bright red flush on her cheeks. The villain’s stare couldn’t help but wander to her bare shoulders and sliver of tummy under her top; why the appearance of a woman in shorts and a tank top gave him the reaction of seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time in the eighteenth century- he wasn’t sure. 

“You’ll dry up if you don’t give that a break.” Truthfully, the villain was getting chilly with every fan in his apartment on and at full speed, “That and you’ll be paying for my electricity bill.” 

“My apartment doesn’t have air conditioning and I can’t afford a fan,” the hero spared him a glance. “What makes you think I can pay a bill?” 

The villain's eyebrow quizzed, “Heroism not paying well?” 

“I’m wealthy in applause and honour.” she shuffled left to follow the fan. “Besides, this is you making it up to me after breaking my wrist last month.” 

The villain’s lip quirked. “Right. Oops.” 

The villain took a seat on his couch near the hero and her designated cooling nest. The floor was strewn with water bottles, ice-filled thermoses and damp towels the hero would rotate through in attempts to get relief from the heat. 

“You’d think having fire powers would make you immune to heat. You could be fighting monsters with the power of a million suns” 

“I know. I swear I’m being pranked by some celestial force. I’m immune to my heat- but the sun’s evil 40 degree weather feels like I’m in a preheating oven” The hero groaned with frustration, running a hand through her hair. “It’s so hot! Can’t you turn me into an ice cube or something?” 

The villain’s ice power complimented the hero very well. Maybe too well, this wasn’t the first time they were in this situation. 

“You know you’ll melt it, Hero.” 

“Can you… freeze the apartment?” she suggested timidly, knowing the answer he’d give her.

“Yes, Hero. I’ll freeze my entire apartment so you can stay cool.” 

“Come on!” She’s splayed out on the floor now, Villain cursed the way her shorts rode up. “Do me this one favour. Please!” 

“I think you misunderstand what one favour is.” He gestured to her cooling nest. 

“Can’t you use your powers or something? Villain, I’m literally burning up. Please.” The villain didn’t doubt it. He wasn’t sure what would happen if she overheated, he assumed being overheated was the norm for her. The hero stared hopefully at him, and the villain knew exactly what she wanted, what she had wanted everytime a heatwave made its way to their city, why she had come here in the first place. Dejected, he started taking off his shirt. 

“I should get paid for this.” He mumbled, the hero quickly made her way over to sit on the couch beside him, a large smile on her face. “You’re shameless.” 

“I’m desperate, Frosty.” She inched closer. “I promise I won’t interrupt your heists for a week.” 

The villain extended his arms, inviting the hero. “A month.” 

As if the act were the most natural thing in the world, the hero jumped on his lap, swinging her legs to his side. The villain automatically (much to his own surprise) wrapped his arms around her, as if preparing to bridal-carry her to the North Pole. Her arms wrapped around his neck, leaning her head in the crook of his neck and comfortably setting herself in place. 

“This is demeaning.” The villain said readjusting her for both their comfort, awakening his power to a satisfactory chill. He could feel the hero’s body temperature immediately cooling, he could have sworn he saw steam. 

“No,” she cuddled closer, “this is nice. So nice.” 

The villain rested his chin on the top of the hero's head and leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes and feeling the pleasant warmth radiating off the hero. Yes, this was nice.

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 13: Exhibitionism

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x male reader

This guy

Warning: Kissing, smashing in a public area, hickeys, already boyfriends, exhibitionism DUH

Word count: 413

You never knew why but Sanemi just had control over you. You always did the craziest shit whenever you were with him. Like now for example, you were heavily making out behind a building at the demon slayer corps.

His hands grip your ass tightly as his lips mix perfectly with yours. Now you might be wondering how you got here. You were both horny, that's it.

He opens his mouth, and his tongue goes to your bottom lip, asking for entrance in which you automatically give him. His tongue entangles itself with yours, his ass still having a vice grip on your ass.

He changes from kissing you lips to your jaw, then ending at your neck. He starts kissing all of your sensitive spots that he's come to know after doing this again and again with you, still being just as amazing each time.

He starts biting at your neck, causing purplish bruises to form on your neck. By the time he's done, there are 4 marks on your neck, pretty large and noticeable, difficult to cover up, which you wouldn't. Why would you cover marks made from the great wind Hashira himself.

The bulge in both of your pants becomes too much to handle though, the two of you needing to find sexual relief soon or risk insanity. He solves this by sitting on the floor, roughly putting you on his lap, pulling his pants down enough to where his gorgeous dick is out, you quickly pull yours off completely.

He immediately slams his dick in your hole, finally getting sly relief. His dick fits in you perfectly, having done this multiple times before. He plunges into you quickly, giving you whiplash on his actions. Your head flies back in ecstasy from the quick pleasure that hits you.

His hand goes to spank your ass, causing you to let out a loud shriek.

"Scream baby, let everyone hear your pretty moans." Sanemi said, loving your shamelessness in the public area. In fact, the fact that you're in public makes it all the more thrilling, adding a little side of danger. That's one thing you can always guarantee when you're with Sanemi.

After one last spanking, you cum, head laying on his shoulder from the explosive orgasm. He follows suit, dumping his load in your ass, you two stay there for a while, basking in each other's presence, until Rengoku finds you both lying there, Sanemi's dick still in your ass.

THE END

[11queensupreme11]

Ok, now I'm curious as to what people on Midgard are gonna think if they see Percy with her kids 💀

LMAO OKAY

axiandros and percy: they do NOT look alike so ppl won't think of them as siblings or even related. they'll honestly be a lil sus cuz percy is clearly a teenage girl or maybe a younger adult??? meanwhile axiandros looks like he's well into his twenties...... they'll think it's either a sus relationship or assume it's just two co-workers hanging out during a lunch break since age gaps like that are normal 😭

thalassandros and percy: okay now these two DEFINITELY look related. they literally share the same physical traits: dark hair, brown skin, sea-green eyes! ppl would automatically think "oh that's just a dude with his little sister, but man what a beautiful pair of siblings! 😍"

kymon and percy: answered this already but they both share the same sea-green eyes and sea-green eyes are lowkey hard to get (green eyes usually a soft-ish green and not, you know, ACTUALLY sea-green shade) so some would just think it's a young man with his little sister lol. maybe even half-siblings

pontoleon and percy: pontoleon looks around the same age as percy, maybe just a tad bit older and they look NOTHING alike so if ppl saw them walking around midgard together, they'll assume they're either dating (which pontoleon would blush hella hard for LMAO) or that theyr'e just two friends hanging out (because male-female friendships are perfectly normal unlike for SOME PEOPLE 😒)

eudorios and percy: they look nothing alike, and they both look like high schoolers or college freshman at most. people are ABSOLUTELY gonna assume they're dating solely because of how fucking CLINGY dory is with percy 😭 this boy is shameless and will always be touching her one way or another, or literally just hugging her while she's trying to do whatever 😂

[sugar-crash]

🏎️Turbo (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader🏁

(Physically Affectionate Reader Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request here! Ran out of canon photos of this punk so I’ve finally officially🔑 resorted to fanart, Bone Apple Teeth.)

- I think it’d overwhelm him at first for sure, not being used to being touched so tenderly and so frequently, but I don’t see him full-on flipping out on you— He’s crazy but not that crazy you know?

- Honestly, I’d wait to be more physical with him, nothing personal or anything but I think he needs time to get it through his head that you guys are a thing now.

- That and his steadily growing trust issues go hand in hand, the lingering feelings that you’re just there for some means to an end and you’ll leave him when he isn’t the best anymore… Something he would never admit, never.

- The first time you place your hand on his arm, he was probably blabbing about some prank he was able to go through with before it promptly shut him up for a good moment before he started back up, adamantly denying it happened later on when you try to tell someone about it.

- Though when he does get used to it, comments about it smugly, saying stupid shit like “You can’t keep your hands off of me can’t you??”

- He’s shameless, not much of a surprise there as he feels himself getting an ego boost as he’s getting his face peppered in kisses, a shit-eating grin on his lips.

- The definition of warding it off for a while before becoming addicted to this more personal attention.

- Again he would try to be commanding when it comes to your affection, taking your offer up on him and telling you whenever he wants affection… But again like he probably marches up to your door expecting love from you.

- Of course, he learns that you get more flies with honey than with vinegar, and promptly changes his tune, not wanting your cuddle time to suffer because of his stupidity.

- Still tends to assert himself in your life, walking in and plopping himself down into your embrace when things don’t exactly go his way and vents to you.

- Your touch anchors him enough to the point where he doesn’t go off the rails too much— Slumping into himself when you kiss him on the forehead after he ranted and raved about one of his game mates that made a fool out of him.

- Expects your attention, that’s just a given with him— Almost always trying to deny what you’re feeling till you explicitly tell him it’s terrible and that needs to stop.

- Will give you some physical affection as well, but far more covert than how you do it, like a hand on top of your own or an arm around your shoulders when you’re on the couch watching TV together (Dunno if that’s even a thing in the arcade but I digress, this is all hypothetical after all).

- If you’re taller than him, holding him puts it in perspective to him that he’s a small ass guy, and that in it itself makes him a little butt hurt— Like he’s the “man” of the relationship he should be the strong one in his eyes.

- Of course, he eventually gets over it after a while, becoming more pliable with the notion that he doesn’t have to be the physically stronger one in the relationship— That and he’s strong in different ways, like in conversations for example.

- I think he enjoys the kisses the most, specifically the ones on the lips, I dunno why but I just think getting a nice smooch or two after a miserable game day is something he strives for.

- Sure sometimes your attention isn’t enough, but those times are very rare, as much as he denies he’s a simple soul in that aspect, wanting to be worthy of that attention you give him in a misguided manner like it’d be so easy for him to realize the healthier way of thinking but that’s the thing— He doesn’t.

- He equates your physical love for him as something conditional, which who knows if is or if it isn’t, but he automatically assumes that the second he thinks he’s not up to par, you will think so as well.

- Turbo has a habit of projecting feelings on you, mostly because you love him, and if you love him you have to some of his own emotions, a very backward mindset that fuels his anxiety and spite-riddled mindset.

- So, keep that in mind when you kiss him on the forehead I guess.

(Dr auaqxmka qaocx lmq bohhmvaak??? d gkmv d oj :])

[irlnorthshaw]

Here's a question:

What are your Supa Strikas ships that you thought of and like, and think people wouldn't get?? (I'm curious lol-)

MIMPI... mimpi... be careful for what you're asking because you know how i am with shipping. guys i ship for life. like i dont give a damn if the ship's interaction is worth one cent... i make do with what i can and have!!! and after rewatching the show a couple billion times... i have gathered some INTERESTING ones.

liquido and riano

as you may know, i have watched "your latest trick" A LOT. yes they did interact in this one scene and never again but hear me out– they give me: liquido can't get over himself and thinks he can bag one of the finest man in the super league. but we all know riano, riano isn't having any of that. their convo would go something like this:

"hey, riano~" "goodbye, liquido."

el matador and blok

YES. yall heard me. this is also me showing some love to blok because some people seem to forget about him!!! what can i say, i love the idea of this dynamic. the thing is, sometimes i ship things in a way i wanna see more of them interacting and not necessarily picture them BEING together. if that makes sense.

these two are exactly that. i wanna see more of them interact bc lowkey i thought it was so wholesome when blok wanted to collaborate and promote fzzzl bmmm w the release of el matador's action figure.

DOOMATIC!!!!! OH YEAH BABY

if only automatic had more moments EUGH... this would've been so good. i personally pat myself on the back when i thought of this one bc i cooked HARD!!! they definitely cannot stand each other and to me, that's the best part of it all.

enemies to lovers who? more like enemies and i cannot believe we're also lovers.

skarra and north

the best way i can describe this one is. i am simply projecting myself on north and i love skarra. so... yeah #SHAMELESS

inyo and miss altivo

AKA PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE YURI!!! this one you guys HAVE to love. PLEASE!!! the potential is so insane here... inyo's big brains and chameleon-like tactics? combined with altivo's unwavering power over these dumb men for clicks and views??? COUNT ME TF IN!!!

we need more yuri in this fandom and THIS is where we should start.

brenda and lena

SPEAKING OF YURI... here's another one. except this time i am so surprised nobody has jumped on this yet??? futbol 360 yuri, i NEEEED IT!!! i need it now. they'd honestly be so cute and wholesome, moreover they definitely trade information abt the players for work

coach and the sheikh

now this one is a tad bit controversial BUT who am i without some controversial opinions!!! this is another case of i cannot see them BEING together, but i would kill to see them interact more. they are wayyy more entertaining than coach and vince. (THAT MIGHT ALSO BE CONTROVERSIAL) ohh... the way sheikh is so sassy w coach. maybe i just want more of the sultans... yeah thats it.

"losing your cool, coach? or just losing?" AND THEN PROCEED TO WALK AWAY LIKE THE BADDIE HE IS??? crazy stuff. i want more. NOW!!

belmont and von pushup

OKAY SO... storytime is i had an edit of these two a long time ago but i cant find it???? so consider it xander lost media at the moment. you guys need to hear me out on this because they would be SOOO PEAK!!! jock and goth but to another level i fear. as big and tough the iron tank guys are, i doubt they can stand grimm fc's haunted gimmicks.

plus von pushup works together w belmont to scare his own team bc he thinks its hilarious and perfect psychological training for them

AAAAAND THAT'S ALL... for now hehehe

sorry for the really long response but I HAD TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM!!!! i love crackships so much and especially in supa strikas bc we get a whole lot of freedom as a smaller fandom to do whatever. this was a very fun post to make, thank you so much mimpi for that lovely question!!! i always look forward to your input

[lovesuhng]

More wines and confessions - Johnny Suh

couple: johnny x fem!reader genre: fluff; suggestive; established relationship synopsis: once friends, now a couple and more united than ever. a/n: I don't know how to write suggestive (you can tell, right?), but I saw a fanfic with Jaemin and decided to write something similar (whoever wants to read it can ask for the link in the chat and I'll send it). It doesn't have much of a relationship, but it was supposed to be a continuation of "Wines and Confessions" so I would appreciate it if you read it too.

Your body had just fallen onto the bed, sweaty, breathing unevenly, but a sincere smile took over your lips. Beside him was a man, or rather, YOUR man in the same situation. His chest rose and fell due to his heavy breathing, but the smile on his face revealed that he had had the best night of her life, just like you. The room, which had previously been filled with moans and some dirty talk, was now filled with the sound of your laugh. Johnny, even though he's still trying to recover, looks at you, confused and waiting for an explanation.

“It's funny that a few months ago we were childhood friends and now we're here in bed because we just had sex.”

It had been three months since you had made your relationship official. You had just returned from a dinner with friends when you started kissing Johnny's neck, you realized that was his weak spot when you saw him close his eyes, just enjoying the moment. It was a matter of a second before he grabbed you by the waist and gave you a passionate kiss, as usual, but you felt that there was something more that day. The kiss became more and more heated and Johnny extended it to your neck, exposed due to the low neckline of the dress you were wearing that night. Automatically you started to unbutton the man's shirt, running your nails lightly over his defined abs, making him stop kissing you and look at you deeply.

“Did something happen, my love?”

Johnny started stroking your cheek and analyzing every detail of you. “I just want to know if you're sure of what you're doing. I don't want to pressure you into anything. ”

“The only thing I know for sure is that I want to be yours. I love you." The little peck was enough to demonstrate how aware you were of what you were doing. You slowly removed his shirt, caressing his chest and giving him a few kisses there, making him close his eyes again. It was the beginning of a long night of love.

“Come here” Johnny called you, making you two hug each other. He caressed your hair, while you reciprocated by running your hand lightly over his tattoos, as if you were memorizing every detail of them. “Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world tonight.”

“And I’m happier to be completely yours.” You start another passionate kiss with your boyfriend. “But this is the first of many, there’s no need to get emotional” You laughed when you saw the look of false astonishment that Johnny made at that moment.

“You're pretty shameless, aren't you? But I'm happy to know you want more, after all, I know this was the best sex you've had in years.”

You patted his shoulder, earning a chuckle from the man. “Are you sure I’m the shameless one? Now get up, we need to take a shower”

“So, round two will be in the shower?”

“JOHN JUN SUH!”

[leiakenobi]

norstappen + out of habit OR after a small rejection OR where it doesn't hurt

whichever the prompt speaks to you <3

(from this prompt list)

somehow this got to be nearly 1.2k 💀

set post-las vegas 2023: "a kiss after a small rejection"

——

Max is too tipsy for this.

Not the checking in on Lando, obviously. He'd have been off to the hospital first chance, if Lando had wanted him there, and it was only because of some encouraging – if almost indecipherable – texts from Lando to go enjoy the win that Max even went out in the first place.

But then he'd gotten a fresh stream of messages after about an hour and a half at the club--

bac kat hotel

miss u

cum make me feel better

🥺🥺🥺🥺💩🥺🥺

--and Max didn't even think twice about it. He was in a car in under five minutes, in the elevator up to Lando's room in less than fifteen.

He just didn't expect Jon to open the door.

"Max." He sounds surprised – no shit – but his smile is genuine enough as he says, "Congrats on the win."

The obvious question – why the hell are you here instead of partying? – goes unspoken for the moment, but Max's brain has immediately stalled trying to come up with an answer anyway, so he probably sounds even drunker than he is for how slowly he says, "Uh, thanks."

Jon eyes him a moment longer and opens his mouth, but a voice calls out from deeper in the room, cutting him off—

"Max!" Lando lets out a soft giggle. "Let him in, Jon, please, I told him to come."

Max purses his lips, trying to share a look of amusement that doesn't land either because of the drunkenness or because Jon's still trying to appraise the situation. "You heard him—can I come in?"

"For a little," Jon concedes carefully. He stands back from the door, allows Max to step inside. "I'm supposed to make him rest."

"I have a whole week to rest," Lando calls.

"And you promised me you weren't going to touch your phone, so I don't think now's the time to get quibble-y."

Max steps deeper into the room just in time to see Lando sprawled across his bed, looking completely shameless. Looking high as a kite, too, which is probably helping. "It was just Max. Barely even counts, I think he's been taking care of me more than you lately."

"So you've said." Jon's expression is still impossible to parse. Max looks at him steadily – he hopes it's steadily – and tries to suppress the automatic irritation that tends to build in his gut when he's put in a situation outside of his control. "I thought you were talking about Fewtrell 'til now, but I remember."

"Mm, him too. I'm lucky, I've got two Maxes." Lando narrows his eyes at Max. "What're you still standing over there for."

Max glances hesitantly between Lando and Jon. "I mean, I guess I can sit until Jon kicks me out."

He feels deeply under scrutiny as he crosses the room to the hotel desk and collects the chair, dragging it over to the edge of Lando's bed nearest to his head. It will be uncomfortable, probably. It won't be what Lando would want, probably.

But like. Lando's the one who said he didn't want to talk about this in front of anyone else, isn't he?

Max had been fine with that as a blanket rule, because blanket rules are easy. He's a champion (three times over) with technicalities and endless caveats, too, so long as they don't come at him out of the blue. But justifying to Lando's trainer why he's shown up in the early hours of the morning to check in on him – why he is the one person Lando summoned to his side after one of the worst accidents of his career – will be just about impossible without in some way acknowledging what this is.

That's a pretty big fucking caveat.

Yet as Max eases into the chair, he looks at Lando's warm smile and his battered body and he can't even really be mad.

"How are you feeling?" he asks softly.

"Who cares how I'm feeling, tell me about the rest of the race," Lando says. He giggles weakly, stretches out a hand toward Max, and Max reacts in an instant, pulling away and crossing his arms just as Lando's fingers graze his.

Lando's brow furrows. "Wha--"

"I'm going to make a quick phone call," Jon blurts from the vestibule. Max looks up, feeling a bit like a spooked cat. "Don't let him use his phone again, alright?"

"Bye Jon!" Lando calls, waving after him even though he's already turned and let himself out the door. But then he turns his focus on Max again immediately. "Why're you being weird?"

"I'm being weird?" Max gestures toward the door. "You said we should keep things quiet for a while, remember? Do you want Jon to know we're fucking or not?"

"Oh. Ahm. I kind of told him at the hospital. And then I think I might've kept talking about it, I don't know. That's why I was trying to text you, to like apologise or whatever."

Max raises his eyebrows. "You were trying to apologise for telling your trainer about us and you told me to come over instead so we could confirm it to him in case he had any doubts. Like thinking you were talking about your other Max."

Lando pouts a little and looks at Max with big, wet eyes. It should not be charming. "Guess I really wanted to see you."

"You're ridiculous," Max tells him.

Lando hums pleasantly. "And you haven't kissed me to make me feel better yet."

"Oh, so that's alright now too?"

Lando makes a vague, whiny noise and reaches out for Max again; this time, Max allows Lando to pull him close, ducking in to give him a soft, careful kiss.

"I'm glad you're okay," he mumbles against Lando's lips. Lando hums. He opens his mouth just a little, mind clearly set on deepening the kiss, but Max pulls away and sits back up before he can manage it. "I think Jon would say that's a bad idea too."

"Jon thinks I have a lot of bad ideas."

Yeah—they'll be talking about another one in the morning, once Lando's no longer high out of his mind on pain meds and Max can more justifiably pick a fight with him for being all secretive about this thing between them and then letting it slip.

But for now, Max is just happy to be here. He's happy to see Lando smiling.

"He probably wouldn't even let you spend the night."

Max hesitates, glancing after Jon once more. "I mean, I could just tell him I'm staying. Do you think he'd tell Max Verstappen 'no'?"

Lando giggles more uproariously than Max probably deserves, but it fills his chest with warmth. "You're such a dick," Lando says through his laughter. "But, uh--" He falters and eyes Max carefully. "I mean, yeah. Yes. Please."

Max wonders if it would be pushing it too much, to ask Jon to run down to the hotel desk and get him a toothbrush.

[baronessvonglitter]

Eating Out for Christmas

Max Phillips x f!Reader

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: your period comes early, ruining your fun for the office Christmas party. Luckily, your workplace enemy offers his assistance..

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, blood kink, menstrual sex, oral (f receiving), office sex, Christmas smut, hate sex, no romance, shameless smut, reader doesn't know Max is a vampire, reader wears a skirt, mentions of period cramps, brief mention of giving a bj, no use of y/n

Author's note: my Christmas in July offering, written during a particularly AWFUL first day of my period. This was also inspired by a certain scene from "The Tale of the Body Thief", one of my favorite of the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice.

FULL MASTERLIST

“Shit!” you mutter, checking your panties in the restroom stall. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

You period is here early, and now your brand new white satin panties are ruined. You’d bought them specifically for tonight, your office Christmas party, when you’d planned to finally hook up with Jordan, the guy in Marketing you've been flirting with for weeks. Now that's down the drain.

The toilet paper is out, so creating a makeshift pad is out of the question. You have to slip your panties back on in order to retrieve the spare pair you keep in your desk drawer for times such as these. You make a sound of disgust as you put your panties back on and quickly wash your hands. It'll be just a moment and you'll get a fresh set of underwear and a tampon from your emergency stash.

Leaving the restroom you can already hear the Christmas party in full swing. So your night isn't going to go as planned, that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun in the meantime. Jordan isn't going anywhere, and at the very least you can give him some head in the supply closet.

A cramp stops you in your tracks and you nearly double over in pain. Leaning against the wall you breathe through it. Until you get some Midol in your system, nothing's going to happen between you and Jordan.

"What have we here? A wallflower?"

You hear that voice and automatically cringe. You can't stand your new boss, the sales manager Max Phillips, aka HR Nightmare. You ignore his little comment as he nears you in the hallway. He's wearing a Santa hat and a shit-eating grin. You inwardly groan.

He says your name in a singsong voice and it curdles your blood. "I know you heard me. What are you doing out here?"

"On my way to the party," you try to make your voice light even as another cramp overwhelms you. Max puts his hands on the wall on either side of you, effectively trapping you. His dark eyes take on a predatory look, like a shark who's just scented--

"Blood," he says in fascination. "You're on your period, aren't you?"

Weirded out while at the same time a little intrigued, you answer, "That's none of your damn business, is it?"

He chuckles and you hate how charming he's trying to be. "You are. I can smell it on you. I've been able to smell it on you all week, your body conserving just the right amount of blood, doing its job, just waiting.. and when the magic doesn't happen, all that blood just trickles out of you. It's messy work being a woman, isn't it?"

You take a moment to absorb everything he's said, your face frozen in a look of confusion. "Max, I'm just gonna go get a tampon if that's okay with you." You move his arm away so you can leave.

"No need." He easily traps you again, and for a split second you marvel at his speed. "I can take care of that for you," he whispers seductively into your ear.

Maybe it's the fact that you were expecting sex tonight, or that your hormones are wildly out of control, but something deep inside you is awakened when his breath tickles your ear. "What do you mean?" your voice is soft, yielding.

His eyes bore into yours. "Come with me."

He brings you to his office, traversing the party, but in the festive atmosphere you two are overlooked. Plenty of people are either too drunk or too engrossed in other activities to notice you.

In his office he cuts the light, leaving only a small lamp lit on his desk. He locks the door but leaves the blinds open, giving you a little smirk and a wink.

"What are you doing? Why am I here?" you ask him.

"I'm offering my help," he says easily, leading you behind his desk and letting you perch on the edge of it. "You're bleeding, you're cramping.. that's no way to enjoy tonight's party."

"So what exactly are you offering?" You have some idea, now sitting on his desk.

He gently lifts the hem of your skirt and your scent, mixed with the scent of blood, wafts up to him. There's that predatory look again. "May I?" But without waiting for you answer, he reaches under your skirt and caresses you through your panties. Your gasp is enough to encourage him. He moves the satin material to the side and then his fingers are inside you. You gasp again, louder, and put your hands on his shoulders.

"Jesus, you're soaked," he says, pumping his fingers inside you as you open your thighs wider. "So fucking wet and warm.."

You're so into it you don't even question his obvious predilection for your menstrual blood. It's a turn-off for most guys but Max seems to need it.

"I always.. thought.. you hated me," you said, panting as he switched up the pace: going rough and fast then slowly, curving his fingers so he could stimulate the secret spot inside of you. "You made fun of my presentation in front of our new clients last week.. we lost the account."

"I did do that," his face is buried in your neck, taking in the scent of your perfume, of your shampoo. "I had to. That client was flirting with you, he would have been all over you if I hadn't intervened."

"Why? Why would you do that?" Still you cling to him, still you allow this pleasure he gives.

"So I could eventually have the chance to do this," he says, and as he fingers you he swipes the pad of his thumb over your clit and you see stars.

But he's a tease, and deep down you know it. He pulls his fingers out, slimy with your blood, and licks them slowly, savoring your taste. Even you have to admit it's pretty hot, even if it's a little weird.

"On the desk," he commands you, his voice husky. In your delirium you obey, and he pushes your skirt up to your midsection. He's delicate about removing your panties, and runs his tongue along the bloodstain, catching what's left of its essence.

He's fucking crazy, you think to yourself, but at the same time you're excited for what he's about to do. He moves you a little closer to the edge of his desk and takes a seat in his chair, pulling up to you like you're his dinner. Opening your thighs his breath hitches and then he dives in.

You gasp in surprise at the feel of his mouth on your pussy, the way he licks along the edges, cleaning up the blood that somehow always gets to the crease between your cunt and your thigh. He's ubiquitous, licking everywhere, tasting you. Your mind races. Part of you wonders why you're even letting him do this if you don't even like him all that much, and the baser part of you unabashedly grinds your pelvis up, demanding more from him.

With a barely-contained growl he lifts your hips and tongue-fucks you, moaning at the taste of your blood and juices on his tongue. You try to stifle a scream, and Max stuffs his Santa hat into your mouth. You remove it, too worked up to try to be quiet, and throw the hat on the floor.

The blinds are open, and colored disco lights spin around the room. You two could so easily be caught, but the noises you both make are muffled by the sound of "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree".

Max is relentless, sopping you up no matter how much you have to give. He drives you crazy when he laves his tongue over your folds, adding more pressure at your clit, and sucking hard until you've come and you beg him to stop. The bastard only starts up again once you've recovered, switching it up between tonguing your cunt and lapping at your so-sensitive clit. Your body trembles, thighs quaking as his fingers dig into your flesh. You lose count of how many times he sends you to heaven. All you know is a cycle of pleasure, seemingly endless, turning your brain to mush.

There's a knock at Max's office and the doorknob jiggles. "Hey, Max? You in there? The party's already started." It's Jordan's voice! Your eyes pop open but Max keeps at it as if he hasn't heard. You tap him on the shoulder with force.

"Go away Jordan, I'm in the middle of dinner!" Max only gives himself enough time to shout before diving back in. You close your eyes as the pleasure rises once more, a wave engulfing you and you can't help but cry out.

Max slows down, uncharacteristically placing a kiss on your clit before moving away from you. In the lamplight you see your blood smeared on his mouth, nose, and chin. He licks most of it off and uses his handkerchief to wipe the rest away. "Orgasm is a natural pain remedy, and if I counted correctly you came at least seven times.."

"Shut up." Even though your legs are weak you manage to scoot off his desk, looking for your panties.

"I'll keep them, if that's okay with you," he says. "And don't worry, I got all of it."

"Got all of.. what?"

"Your blood. Your period's over. You're welcome." He looks so self-satisfied.

"How..?" you begin to ask, but a part of you really doesn't want to know.

"I'm just very good with my tongue," he shrugs. "But next month, if you want to do this again, I'd be more than happy to oblige." The way he smiles at you is just evil, but damn if it doesn't make your pussy throb again. "For a favor, of course."

"What favor?"

"Stop seeing Jordan. He already knows about us, he was watching through the open blinds." You're speechless, angry even, but Max continues. "And you might have to put up with a little more of my teasing you at the sales meetings. I have a reputation to uphold, you know."

"You're an asshole," you grumble, and arrange your clothing before heading for the door.

"So. My office, 8 pm, about 28 days from now?" He's wearing a smarmy grin as he waits for you to respond.

You hate Max, but you hate your fucking heavy flow even more. The man knows how to make you come, and it's not like you'd have to date him. Sighing, you pretend to look indifferent. "Sure. I'll be there."

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