#it's too sharp but the others aren't pressure sensitive

[babykittenteach]

A young Ed in a fairytale style illustration.

[sunsetsimon]

oral is a non-negotiable for simon. you aren't having penetrative sex if he isn't able to have you in his mouth first. you have to be prepared - worked thoroughly and loosened up to be able to take his dick. he wants to slide right in with no resistance, your walls practically suffocating him with how tight they squeeze his cock with desire.

you're whining underneath him, begging him to put it in, saying you're ready and don't need to wait but he's not listening. your dainty panties are soiled already, a growing wet spot visible in the thin fabric. he pulls them down slowly, kissing your knee that's propped up against his chest. your slick sticks to the fabric, a line of dribble sticking to your inner thigh as they're removed.

cold air caresses your clit first, an exhale escaping your pretty lips in anticipation.

"'s fuckin wet already. maybe you are ready for my cock, huh, love?" simon mumbles, more to himself than to you. you can only whimper in response.

his thick fingers spread your swollen lips, exposing your wet clit to him, feeling the throb of your heartbeat against his fingertips. you watch with anticipation as he adjusts himself between your legs, licking his lips as he leans down, your feet coming to rest on his shoulders. he gives your clit a soft kiss, a sharp inhale making your body tense, awaiting his next move.

his hands move to grip your thighs, his slick covered fingers spreading your wetness along your own skin, but you're too worked up to feel embarrassed. you mewl as his hot tongue swipes along your entrance back to your clit, sucking it in his mouth as he flicks his tongue quickly against the sensitive bud.

your legs are already beginning to thrash against him, body involuntarily twitching and shaking as he devours you, shoving his tongue into your creamy pussy as far as it'll let him.

"fuck si!" you cry, gripping onto his short blond hair while your other hand braces the sheets for dear life. your hip flexors burn from being forced open, stretched past comfortability as he holds them down toward the mattress.

"tastes so fuckin' good baby," he groans as he pulls back for air, giving your clit a quick slap that has you nearly jumping off the mattress in shock before he sucks you back in, shaking his head side to side as he flattens his tongue on your clit, dragging you past pleasure to pure ecstasy.

two thick fingers shove into you with ease, stretching your gummy insides and curling against that spongy spot within you that makes you see stars. an immense pressure builds within your stomach, a wet squelching sound echoing throughout the room with each thrust of his fingers, fucking you with them hard and fast.

"gonna cum! gonna fucking cum-" you cry, holding his head in place against your clit as your ass and thighs lock, tensed so hard you can feel them cramping but you're too fucking close to care. simon's dark brown eyes watch your face twist, eyes rolling back as he flicks his tongue against your clit just how he knows you need it.

your hot walls grip his fingers as you release, a rush of liquid squirting out onto his face and chest as he continues to finger-fuck you through it, coaxing all of the liquid he can get out of you. black dots cloud your vision, unable to move or control your body, feeling like you're floating.

"thas' good baby," he comforts you, "y'did fuckin' amazing for me."

his fingers slow to a stop, allowing you to catch your breath and your consciousness to return to your body. your heart pounds in your ears, the pressure almost dizzying. "doin' okay, love?" simon's brows furrow, caressing your outer thighs as you slowly pull your shaking legs closed.

"too good," your voice is weak, "can't feel my legs because of you."

he laughs, wiping his chin from your wetness that drips down to his neck, "good. means you're ready f'me. now why don't you get on your stomach for me, little thing?"

[finalgirllx]

thigh riding | ellie williams minors dni finally, some spooktober smut warnings: what the title says, soft dom! but not really ellie, degradation/praise

while going through the motions of the day, you were unexpectedly consumed by an insatiable need—in the form of an unmistakable heat pooling to your core. perhaps it was caused by some monthly hormonal cycle bullshit, or maybe your girlfriend ellie was just hot as fuck, and your mind became clouded with lust as a consequence of your thoughts lingering on what you two could get up to later. 

ellie, on the other hand, pulled through a grueling day of patrol that had drained nearly all of her energy. hours later, she could hardly stay upright as she stumbled through the door to her place, eyes heavy with fatigue. you were already there, waiting- using every ounce of willpower to resist pouncing with all of your pent-up affection as soon as you laid eyes on her. insisting on helping her remove her jacket, you briefly check in about your days, slipping in few well-placed touches and revealing a seductive look that tells ellie exactly what you need. you come to a swift compromise- involving receiving the attention you craved and ellie, even in her wearied state, being treated to a delicious view of you. 

so here you were, your breath trembling with anticipation as you lowered yourself onto ellie's bare thigh, nestling yourself comfortably before beginning to slowly rock your hips back and forth, seeking out the friction to get the release you wanted- no, desperately needed.

the sensation was immediate. the contact of your aching cunt and her toned thigh--separated by your slick panties, an oversight in your rush to get to this point--was already sending you to bliss. 

"so worked up for me already, aren't you, baby? gotta fuck yourself against my thigh?" ellie murmured, her sleepy voice tinged with a growing thirst as her lidded green eyes raked over your form. she swallowed thickly, admiring your breasts that bounced with each shift as well your irresistibly soft midriff. the adorable facial expressions you couldn't hold back while chasing your climax-- just from rutting against her thigh-- made ellie's heat pulsate with desire, a favor you would gladly return later.   

she takes her time exploring your every curve, her hands finally finding purchase on your hips, digging her fingers into the delicate skin to encourage your movements. whenever your pace slowed or became too erratic for her liking, ellie's grip would tense, guiding you more forcefully to steady the rhythm and keep you barreling toward the edge. your hands clambered for a landing spot to cling onto-- against ellie's stomach, sometimes running up her middle and over her breasts which were cruelly confined in an off-white sports bra. damn your impatience. 

ellie switched things up, experimentally rolling her thigh upwards against your heat, causing sinful moans to slip past your lips. every press sent a flurry of sparks threatening to become shockwaves throughout your body. it was tortuous and euphoric-- all at once.

"pretty girl, you can do that better than that," ellie urged, her voice low, dripping with arousal. her encouragement turned into thinly veiled taunts as she landed a stinging smack to your thigh, eliciting a gasp and jolting you up to speed. 

"you like that? you're going to cum on my thigh, yeah?" she asked with a mocking edge, watching you struggle to form a coherent response while so close to the brink.

"mm, fuck…" you hiss through your teeth. ellie holds your hips, pace unrelenting as you find the perfect position for your sensitive clit to rub against her until you burst.

"go on, cum for me, make a mess on my thigh," ellie quietly commanded, her words are your unraveling as she pushes your body toward its limit. your eyes clamp shut, a sharp cry tumbling from your mouth as an intense orgasm ripples throughout your body. the pressure that had been gradually building for hours swelled out in waves, ellie still pulling at your sides, gently squeezing them to draw out every whimper, shudder, quiver.

eventually coming down from your high, you could barely keep yourself propped up. ellie's arms encircled your waist, pulling you down until you lay slumped completely on top of her, met by her soft, approving hum. she presses a series of tender kisses to your hair, hoping now to lull you both into a much-needed sleep.

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

*Well Good Morning

Azriel x Reader x Eris

word count: 2400

Summary: Morning sex with Azriel and Eris

cw: just straight smut, double fingering, oral, shadow play

A coiling of pleasure bubbled deep within your womb.

Two warm, insistent hands ghosted over your naked body, tracing the curves of your breasts before descending to the apex of your thighs.

Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself nestled between two figures whose beauty could rival the dawn. The scent of musk and sweetness filled the room, a potent mix that made your core pulse with need.

As your senses sharpened, you realized that the hands caressing you belonged to none other than Azriel and Eris, the males whose passionate whispers had kept you captive for countless nights.

Their eyes, one a piercing shadowed green, the other a fiery amber, locked onto yours, filled with a hunger that could devour worlds.

Their faces were mere inches apart, and you could feel their breath mingling with yours in a silent promise of what was to come.

Their fingers, skilled and practiced, slipped effortlessly between your folds, exploring the slick heat that was already gathering. You gasped as their digits pushed inside you, filling you simultaneously, stretching you open and setting off a symphony of sensation that resonated through every inch of your being.

Their movements grew bolder, each stroke a deliberate claim of ownership that sent tremors through your body.

You felt yourself being pulled closer to the precipice of release, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.

Your breaths grew ragged, your chest rising and falling in time with their ministrations.

Your own hands reached out, seeking purchase in the soft sheets as you struggled to hold onto the last threads of your sanity.

"Ah, gods, yes," you moaned, your voice a sweet symphony of need that seemed to spur them on.

Azriel's thumb found your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck wildly.

Eris took the opportunity to delve deeper, his knuckles brushing against your inner walls in a way that made your eyes roll back in your head.

"More," you begged, the word a desperate plea that hung in the air like a siren's call.

"So greedy," Azriel murmured, his voice a dark purr that seemed to vibrate through your very soul. He added a third finger, his hand moving in a come-hither motion that had you seeing stars.

Eris matched his rhythm, the two of them working in tandem to drive you to the brink. Your muscles tightened around them, eager for the release that hovered just out of reach.

"You're so wet for us," Eris groaned, his voice a guttural sound of pure lust.

"You're ours," Azriel whispered against your ear, his breath hot and moist, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers curled upward, hitting a spot that made your toes curl.

The pleasure was intense, almost painful, but you craved more. You could feel the tension building, a storm of sensation that threatened to overwhelm you.

"Oh, fuck," you breathed out, unable to form coherent words. Your hips began to rock in time with their movements, urging them deeper, harder.

Eris leaned in to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp from your parted lips.

"Don't stop," you panted, your voice hoarse with desire.

Their strokes grew faster, their fingers curling in unison, hitting a spot that made you shiver with each pass. Your moans grew louder, echoing through the room like a crescendo of passion.

"You're going to come for us, aren't you?" Eris whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Come for your mates, beautiful."

"Y-yes," you stuttered, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as the sensations grew too intense to contain.

Their fingers danced inside you, their thumbs flicking your clit in a relentless rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

The sound of your own need filled your ears, a symphony of want that seemed to fuel their desire.

Your body tightened around them, muscles contracting in sweet agony as the orgasm built.

They watched you closely, eyes hooded and hungry, as if memorizing every quiver, every gasp for their own dark pleasure. And then, with one final, perfectly-angled stroke, you shattered.

The room spun around you, colors swirling in a kaleidoscope of ecstasy. Your back arched, your body bowing to the power of your release.

"Good girl," Azriel murmured, his voice thick with approval as he kissed your neck.

Eris's mouth found yours, capturing your cries of pleasure in a claiming kiss that sent sparks dancing through your veins. Your inner walls pulsed around their fingers, greedy for every bit of sensation they had to give.

"You're so perfect," Eris whispered, his eyes alight with adoration as he watched you come down from the peak of your climax.

His fingers slowed, but didn't leave you, continuing to stroke gently as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear that made your skin tingle with goosebumps.

"Our perfect mate."

"Magnificent," Azriel added, his gaze raking over your body with an intensity that made your heart race anew.

He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that seemed to claim every part of your soul.

His fingers slipped from your pussy, leaving you feeling deliciously empty, only to be filled by Eris's once again. They praised you with every touch, every kiss, worshipping your body as if you were a deity come to life.

"Well good morning to you too," your words nothing but blissed out mumbles.

Eris held wicked smile, his eyes gleaming as he watched the passion play across your features. He mirrored Azriel's movements, adding another finger to the mix, filling you to the brim as they continued to pleasure you.

"We've missed this," he murmured against your skin, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of your earlobe. "Missed making you scream our names."

Your eyes widened in surprise at the new sensation, the stretch exquisite and almost too much. But you didn't want them to stop.

"Yes," you breathed, your body responding to their dual invasion with a renewed eagerness.

Your hips rolled into their touch, seeking more, desperate for the oblivion that only they could provide.

Their movements grew more synchronized, their fingers curling and pumping in a way that had you teetering on the edge of sanity.

You could feel your orgasm building again, a second wave of pleasure that crashed over you with the force of a tsunami. Your nails dug into the sheets, your body trembling with the effort to hold back the tide.

"I'm g-going to...," you warned, your voice shaking.

"Let go," Eris whispered, his voice a dark command that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Scream for us. Let the whole court know who makes you come apart." His words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting a fire within you that could not be contained.

"You're so fucking tight, squeezing us so sweetly," Azriel groaned, his own passion spilling into his voice.

"Come on our fingers, show us how much you want us."

Their filthy words washed over you, a torrent of lust that made you wetter, hotter.

You could feel your cheeks flushing, your breath hitching as their fingers worked in a blur of motion.

"Fuck, yes," you moaned, unable to hold back any longer. "I want you both, so badly." Your hips bucked, riding the waves of pleasure they created.

"Please, more," you begged, the word a desperate mantra.

"You like that, don't you?" Eris chuckled, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down your spine.

"You're so responsive, so eager to take everything we have to give." His thumb circled your clit, pressing harder, faster, until you were a writhing mess beneath them.

"You're going to take it, aren't you?"

Your breath hitched, a silent plea for more as your body began to tighten around their fingers once again.

"Yes," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Please sir, I need..." Your words trailed off into a moan as Azriel's free hand reached up to pinch your nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your core.

Their eyes darkened with desire at your response, and their movements grew more insistent.

They curled their fingers inside you, hitting that spot that made your vision swim.

Your muscles tightened, clamping down around them like a vise, and with a cry of pure ecstasy, you shattered again, your orgasm ripping through you like a tempest.

As the aftershocks of your release began to fade, you felt their hands withdraw, leaving you panting and trembling.

But they weren't done with you yet. With a wicked smile, Eris leaned down to replace his fingers with his mouth, lapping at your juices with a hunger that left no doubt of his intentions.

You gasped, your body still sensitive from the onslaught of pleasure.

Azriel, ever the silent observer, took this moment to strip off the last of his clothes, revealing his taut, muscled form. His slutty little waist.

His cock, hard and heavy, bobbed with every step he took toward the bed.

Eris looked up at him, eyes glazed with lust, and the two shared a knowing smile before he too stood, revealing his own impressive length.

"Our turn," Eris rumbled, his hand guiding his cock to your mouth.

You eagerly parted your lips, welcoming the velvety heat of his shaft.

As you began to suck, Azriel positioned himself between your spread legs, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance. You could feel your body preparing for them, eager to be filled by their love.

Their movements grew more urgent, Eris's hips pumping in a steady rhythm as you took him deeper into your mouth. The salty tang of his arousal mingled with the sweetness of your own, and you found yourself swirling your tongue around him, savoring the taste.

Azriel's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pushed inside you with a groan that echoed through the room.

You felt stretched, so full with Eris's cock in your mouth and Azriel's in your pussy, but the sensation was heavenly.

Your body melted around them, welcoming them both as if they were a part of you.

They began to move in tandem, their hips thrusting in a synchronized dance that sent waves of pleasure crashing through you. Each stroke of their cocks sent jolts of electricity through your veins, setting your nerves alight.

Your hands roamed over their muscular bodies, feeling the tension in their abs, the power in their thighs as they fucked you with an intensity that seemed to reach your very soul.

You moaned around Eris's shaft, the vibrations traveling up to his cock, making his eyes roll back with pleasure.

"You're so good," he groaned, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "So fucking good."

The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust from Azriel, the sound a punctuation to your muffled moans. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you a palpable force that seemed to charge the very air.

You felt a chilled pressure added to the stretch of Azriel's cock already deep inside you. The erager shadow entering you with ease. You didn't protest; instead, you pushed back, welcoming the fullness.

"Look at you," Eris whispered, his eyes on your bouncing breasts. "So eager, so fucking beautiful." His praise was like a caress, each word a stroke that sent a shiver through your body.

"Tell us how much you love it," he demanded, his hand tangling in your hair, guiding your movements.

"Mmhmm," you mumbled around his cock, your eyes never leaving Azriel's. You felt the beginnings of another climax stirring deep within you.

"I love it," you managed, your voice thick with arousal. "I love both of you." The words seemed to spur them on, their movements growing more urgent.

"Come for us again," Azriel growled, his voice a command that sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your core.

"You're going to scream so loud they'll hear you in the dining hall." His words were a dark promise, one that sent a thrill racing through you.

You could feel Eris's cock thicken in your mouth, his grip on your hair growing tighter as he approached his own peak.

The pressure inside you grew, the pleasure building to an almost painful crescendo. Your muscles clenched around Azriel's cock, squeezing him in time with Eris's thrusts.

The feeling was indescribable, a maelstrom of sensation that had you teetering on the brink of oblivion. You could feel them both, so close, their need for you a tangible force that seemed to fill the room.

With a final, powerful thrust, Azriel reached his peak, his cock pulsing deep within you as he filled you with his seed.

The feeling was overwhelming, a claim so deep it seemed to rewire your very essence.

You moaned around Eris's cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge as well. He pulled out with a groan, his cum spurting onto your face, mixing with the saliva that dripped from your mouth.

The room was filled with the sounds of your mingled pleasure, your screams of ecstasy echoing off the walls. It was a symphony of passion, a declaration of your shared desire that could not be silenced.

As the aftershocks of your climax began to subside, you felt the warmth of their seed inside you, a reminder of their claim.

Eris stepped back, his cock glistening with your saliva and the proof of his release.

He reached down to wipe his cum from your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity in his gaze made your chest tighten, your body already craving more of their touch.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Our perfect little mate," Azriel agreed, his own eyes dark with lust as he watched the scene unfold. He and his shadow withdrew from you, his cock shiny with your arousal.

"Look how much you take for us." His voice was a low rumble that seemed to resonate in your very bones.

You couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at their words, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasms. The praise was like a balm, soothing your soul and making you feel cherished, wanted.

They stroked your cheeks gently, wiping away the remnants of your shared passion.

"Such a good girl," Eris murmured, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips.

....and I oop

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[bouquetface]

Capricorn Rising

Accuracy influenced by ENTIRE chart.

Appearance:

Generally, cap risings can appear:

🧩 Stoic. Sharp and bold features - a few possible examples: high cheekbones or tall in height or jawline or eyebrow shape & placement. Their gaze as well. It's sharp and alert. They aren't likely to shy away from eye contact.

🧩 However, the above can change. EX: If aspecting planets like Neptune, they can appear in their own world. They may have traits that make them appear fragile or dainty - ex: short, big eyes, etc.

🧩 Intimidating/unfriendly looking. This can be due to various reasons - maybe due to resting bitch face or due to their status (EX: a person with authority).

🧩 In my experience, these people can be very self critical of their appearance. They may often look for ways to change or enhance their appearance. EX: Cosmetic surgery, fillers, don’t feel good or want to be seen in public without makeup. They are generally well groomed and styled.

Personality:

RARELY can people realize when a cap rising is making a joke. People take everything they say so literal. It's so easy for a cap rising to offend people. Maybe it's their sarcasm or dry delivery.

Feeling they don't deserve good things because they haven't done enough to earn it. They are very critical of themselves. The positive of this is they tend to be very hardworking. They create and find opportunities for advancement/improvement. Due to this it is likely they will find materialistic success.

However, not all cap risings are career orientated. For example, a cap rising with saturn in pisces or moon in pisces isn't likely to care about materialistic matters. Of course, just like everyone they would love to have a lot of money but they aren't in love with the hustle of making money. They're more likely to be/become artistic and/or spiritually inclined.

There can be a disconnect between how people see them and how they seem themselves. 10th H Libra indicates people see them as someone who is balanced, they have it all together. However, this creates a lot pressure from a young age to have it all together.

People assume they are capable and independent. Due to this, they get handed a lot of responsibility throughout life. 6th House of duties/responsibilities in gemini indicates being very busy and all over the place. Cap risings often have too much on their plate. They dislike asking for help and others are unlikely to offer help. People will assume they're fine and capable of doing everything on their own.

Cap risings will generally encounter 2 types of people in relationships (platonic or romantic):

🧩 TYPE 1: Moody people. People who are attracted to the Cap risings strong presence or status. They like that the cap rising appears stable and in control. They can want the cap rising to be like a parent or protector to them. These people may be sensitive, shy, insecure, withdrawn, clingy & demanding as well.

The person's neediness may make the cap rising feel secure in the relationship. The partner has an obvious dependance on them - making it unlikely the partner leaves them.

🧩 TYPE 2: These people are providers/nurturing. They may express this through domestic work like cooking or cleaning. These people are protective of the cap rising. They can have a hard exterior but are very sweet and soft on the inside. These people can be very sentimental and touchy/affectionate/like to cuddle with the cap rising.

The spouse of the cap rising can have a mix of type 1 & type 2 traits. The cap rising can behave like a mix of type 1 & type 2 in relationships.

This is all general info. This does not take into consideration apsects or placement ruling the houses. When looking at only one placement we can only get general/surface level insight.

[iburnedmyselfalive]

JUST FOR ME.

nswf — 18+ , this sucks but enjoy <3

“‘atta baby, keep your gaze on me as you take me," Anakin Skywalker whispered, his hand firmly on the back of your neck, ensuring your attention as he pleasured you.

His other hand pressed against your lower stomach, feeling himself inside you, his thumb reaching down and teasing your clit.

"mm, you a bitch in heat, yeah? jus’ f’me?," he hissed, his cock pulsing inside you, causing your body to arch in response. A grin spread across his face as he pushed you down.

"Take me, baby, take me," he urged, his voice a low growl.

“gripping round’ me like a starved bitch" he scolded with a chuckle.

You whimpered at his words, feeling utterly degraded.

"Pathetic, aren't you?" he sneered, “Just a starved bitch, begging for cock like it's your only purpose in life."

"Bet that’s right though huh?" he cooed, "Always touchin’ that lil’ pussy, desperate for a taste of me."

With a sharp slap to your cheek, you nodded, whimpering, "Yes!"

Anakin was consistent in one aspect: he always talked you through it, without fail, and you adored every moment of his guidance.

"You're taking it like a pro, baby, so damn good," he whispered in your ear, quickening his pace.

"Just perfect," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"She must be into me by now, knows exactly how to handle me, don't you think?" he asked, a sly grin forming on his lips as you moaned in response.

"i need to cum! please, ani, let me cum," you pleaded, tears streaming down your face, only to be met with a stinging slap to your cheek.

"You want to cum?" he echoed your words, his tone mocking.

“yeah? You want it that badly?" he taunted as he expertly worked you, hitting your sweet spot relentlessly while his thumb reapplied relentless pressure to your sensitive clit.

"i’m going to cum!" you cried out, but he slowed his pace, still maintaining his rough rhythm.

“Oh, baby, you can hold it, can't you?" he teased, watching you squirm.

“can't, ani, please!" you whimpered, utterly desperate.

"Too bad, you're gonna hold it," he growled, pulling out abruptly, leaving you aching for more.

Without warning, he thrusted back into you, eliciting a desperate cry from your lips.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as his grip on your hips tightened.

He groaned deeply, his voice dripping with dominance and desire as he unleashed a torrent of dirty words, mixing praise with cruel taunts.

[yunholuvrr]

closed doors pt.2

summary: you all engage in some,, roommate bonding.

pairing: yunho x fem!reader x yeosang

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cheating (question mark?), cuckolding, threesome, rough sex, unprotected sex, petnames, ummmm lmk if there's anything else i should tag idk what I was cooking with this one

read part 1 here

"Yeosang what the fuck are you saying?" Yunho responds first, dropping his hands from your body as if that makes the scene look any better.

"If you told me," he repeats to his friend this time, taking his cap off and walking further inside, "that you wanted to fuck my girlfriend, I would've said yes."

"What baby?" Your brain finally catches up and it's your turn to shoot him a confused look.

"Well, I would've said yes provided you were okay with it, love. Which you clearly are." He's reached the end of the bed now, head tilted in curiosity. You've never seen Yeosang mad, and even though this seems like an apt time, he's anything but.

Yunho seems to read your mind. "Are you not mad at us?"

"I probably should be," Yeosang chuckles, "but I saw this coming from a mile away." He scans the room and shuffles over to Yunho's desk chair, swivelling it to face you two. "Continue."

You and Yunho gasp in unison, and in any other situation your synchrony would've been funny. The only way to describe Yeosang's tone is dominant. It's the voice he uses when you're alone, and one glance at his crotch confirms his intentions. But Yunho doesn't know that (at least you don't think he does) and the whiplash from being caught freezes you both in place.

"Sangie-"

"I said continue," his hand smooths down his shirt and rests comfortably at the waistband of his sweats, "if you want me to forgive you, you need to put on a show."

Your gaze meets Yunho's, and when you see just how turned on being caught got him you know you have no choice. He completely relaxes beneath you, lifting his arms to rest behind his head, giving you free reign. But you still can't move.

"Princess," Yeosang brings your attention back to him, "show him what he's been missing."

The order sends a new rush of arousal through your body, rolling your hips without warning. Yunho groans under you, encouraging you to finally continue. You sit up straight, taking off your shirt and putting your body on full display for both men. The sight makes a satisfied sigh leave Yeosang's lips.

"Do you know what she likes?" He asks from the chair, palming himself over his pants.

"I don't," Yunho responds breathlessly, eyes glued to your chest as you continue to roll your hips. Some part of him in the back of his mind finds it absurd that he's about to take orders from his roommate and friend, but then again this whole situation is absurd. And he loves every single second of it.

"Her nipples are very sensitive. Not enough to make her come, but enough to hear her pretty, pretty voice," the way he talks about you as if you aren't in the room turns you on impossibly more, speeding up and biting your lip at the sensation.

"Yeah? Does your princess want my hands on her?" Yunho smirks, eyes unmoving. It's clear they're both gonna have their fun with you, whether you like it or not (you love it).

Your whimpers clearly aren't enough as Yeosang mumbles "answer him baby" before finally wandering under his sweats. You can just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, but the familiar snap of his waistband tells you he's freely stroking himself now, enjoying the show.

"Please?" Yunho's eyes finally flick up to yours at your plea, dark yet friendly. He's always had nice eyes, ones you didn't mind looking into. Has he always looked at you like this, though? Could Yeosang always tell?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp pinch on your left nipple, followed by light pressure on both as Yunho works you up. His hands are big but soft, firm but gentle as he learns every dip and curve of you. Almost too gentle, and your ever observant boyfriend gets to it before you can.

"No need to treat her nicely," he huffs out. You wish it was a lie. You wish you could be offended by anything they're subjecting you to, but you can't. Yunho only hums in agreement before pulling you down by the nape of your neck, attaching his soft lips to a nipple before you can even register what happened.

"Oh my god," you and your boyfriend nearly say in unison, albeit his much quieter, as you pant above Yunho. The sensation is so overwhelming your hips come to a stop, but he quickly replaces it with deep thrusts, skin slapping skin the only noise rivaling your endless moaning.

When he's satisfied with sucking, he repositions you again to kiss you, nothing but spit and swollen lips. His hips slow almost completely, palming the flesh of your ass as he bounces you on his dick. You exchange whimpers of pleasure as he explores your mouth, swallowing his deep groan as he buries his dick in you fully, holding your hips still.

"Does my baby wanna lay down?" He whispers into your mouth, sitting up and pushing you into the opposite side of the bed before you can say yes. You let out a sigh of relief, massaging your slightly sore thighs.

"Head back doll," Yeosang orders, voice moving towards you. If you were being honest you nearly forgot he was there, but Yunho nudges you up with his own legs until your head rests just off the edge of his mattress. Your boyfriend (can you still call him that when Yunho just called you his baby?) finally appears in your line of sight, kneeling to cup your cheek.

"Tap twice if you need air," he smiles, and doesn't wait for you to respond before maneuvering his tip to your lips. You part them, letting the familiar weight of his dick slide through with ease. Yunho groans at the sight, running his own tip between your folds before thrusting into you again. The sudden movement pushes Yeosang into your throat and you nearly choke, but they give you time to control your breathing. One inhale, one exhale, and then Yunho pulls back and fills you again. He's slow at first, letting his roommate relish in the sensation of your warm mouth, rocking you gently between both men.

"Yun, look," Yeosang sighs above you, placing a light hand near your throat. He thrusts deep enough for a bulge to appear and Yunho's grip on your hips tighten so much it might leave bruises. You only have a few seconds to keep your breathing steady before the taller boy's slamming into you, knocking Yeosang even further into your throat and eliciting a groan from all three of you.

The pace Yunho sets is brutal for everyone involved, your moans completely muffled by Yeosang and the vibrations making him embarrassingly close to coming already. He only eggs you on, hand sliding down your chest to play with a nipple. You think you can hear Yunho groaning "fuck" over and over, but nothing's louder in your ears than your own cries buried deep in your throat.

Someone's hand - probably Yunho's - makes contact with your clit, rubbing in time with his strokes. It's all too overwhelming, the spit running down your face, blood rushing to your head, slick smeared on your thighs, both your friend and boyfriend buried deep inside you. The bubbling heat inside you explodes suddenly and forcefully, legs clenching around Yunho, begging him to stop. He slows only a little, still chasing his own high, pressing soothing circles into your hips as you get hit with waves of pleasure.

Before you can compose yourself you feel Yeosang twitch inside you, hot strings sliding down your throat smoothly. You swallow around him, making him whimper above you before finally pulling out. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips as if he didn't just fuck your throat raw, holding your head in his hands as support.

"So perfect for me," you hear Yunho grunt, thrusts getting sloppy, "take us both so well, don't you pretty?" When you finally blink enough tears away to see clearly, the vision before you is godly. He pulls out completely to release on your stomach, one hand pumping himself clean, head thrown back in ecstasy as he moans your name. It's like music to your ears, and you swear you hear Yeosang sigh pleasantly along with you.

"How are you feeling baby?" He wipes a trail of spit from your cheek as Yunho pulls you fully back onto the bed, collapsing next to you.

"'m great," you mumble, one hand tangled in his hair as another reaches for Yunho's touch. You all stay like that for a while, Yeosang stroking your hair and Yunho playing with your fingers as you catch your breath. The calm finally brings you back to your senses.

"Do you forgive me?" You look up at your boyfriend with nervous eyes, still unable to read his expression.

"If you answer this one question for me," he leans down to your ear, lips grazing your lobe.

"Yes, baby?"

"Who fucked you better?"

[pianocat939]

Hey, you don’t gotta answer this but if you every have the time, I really really like your mean girls au!! So far I’ve seen like tough y/n and stuff, but what about a super sensitive MC? :0 If possible, maybeeee all the boys? But if I had to narrow it down then Leo and Donnie? And if I had to narrow it down even more, just Donnie :p if you get the time to look this over, you don’t like have to answer this, obviously. I won’t be offended or anything so don’t feel pressured to answer this ask!!

(I actually haven't done Mikey, primarily because I'm still thinking of an exact idea for him. Right now, I'm situating with fine arts kid who's also like "the perfect" student. Like personality wise.)

Tw: guilt-tripping, manipulation, controlling relationship, a few mentions of murder and violence

Mean Girl Donnie:

If you thought you could survive as a sensitive person with this bitch, then you're wrong.

He'll notice when you're sad or hurt by his sharp statements (insults really). Unfortunately, he'll use it to his advantage.

After a while of just straight insults, he'll slowly start to be a bit better. He'll express less harshness and a bit more sugar. Just to surprise you, and start craving for that small amount of sweets he gives.

Once he knows you're slowly starting to get addicted, he'll start to give a few compliments. Maybe a head pat once in a while. All in favour of his master plan.

He'll then start to insult your friends and family, saying that if they truly cared, they wouldn't leave you with him. (In a way he's insulting both himself and others but in a way that leaves you feeling a bit bad for him). But of course, you're too attached to him.

You can't leave him. You can't escape the slight bits of affection he gives you. Not to mention the ultimate perks of having him so close. (He could murder someone and get away with it if he really wanted to).

He loves that you're so attached to him, unable to leave him despite his toxic mean-sweet behaviour. He enjoys it, knowing he has complete power. Soon enough he'll be feeding you both his terrors and sweets.

"You look so disgusting in those clothes. Here, put this over, it'll make you less repulsive. You'll look much more appealing."

Bimbo Leo:

See, unlike Donnie's mathematical equation: +1-1, it's more like +0.5-0.5. (MC is the right variable) In other words, the severity of what happens is a lot better and more tolerable.

The fact that you're a sensitive person makes him so excited. Maybe, unlike everybody else, you won't be annoyed with his antics. He starts flooding you with affection. Clinging to you for every second of his time.

Until you're just so overwhelmed you actually have to tell him to pause for a bit.

Will he pause? Of course not.

He'll keep giving more and more. To the point, you have to decide whether or not you tell him it's too much, or continue to deal with it.

If you stay, he won't raise the level of his clinging. Maybe even lower it. (He assumes you're willing to stay, so he's less paranoid). But if you pick the other option, he's going to start guilt-tripping like crazy.

Whimpering and whining why he can't just feed you his love. All he wants is to be the most wonderful person of your life!

It's really only up to MC whether or not he'll snap out of his bimbo act.

"MC, I literally just love you so much! I don't mean any harm, maybe you're just not used to it. I'm not like...him."

It's Donnie.

Jock Raph:

Honestly, not a lot changes from his initial post I made. He just tends to be more willing to kill/commit violence.

Maybe a bit more likely to baby them because of their fragile emotional awareness.

"MC, those people really aren't nice to you. You should just stay away from them from now on."

.

I admit, I don't have much ideas for him. I'm not sure why, but I just don't.

(I'm gonna be honest, I rarely have ideas for Raph considering he's my least favourite out of them all. And also perhaps I don't understand his personality or relate with him AT ALL. Which makes it all the more difficult for me)

- Celina

[greyskyflowers]

I've had these little partial plot bunnies for a while and have added to them as I think of stuff. I'm going to go ahead and thrown them on here though because they aren't doing anyone any good sitting in my drafts. Maybe it will help inspire someone else.

A/B/O Dynamic ideas with Omega Zoro and background/hinted Poly/QP Strawhats ~

*** :examples, additional info, how it relates to the crew

🌱 :how it relates to Zoro

• Omega are lighter than alphas and betas, that doesn't mean weaker or smaller. They're simply lighter.

*** Ex: If a omega and beta/alpha of the similar strength and build both step in the same puddle of mud, the beta/alphas will sink down further.

🌱 The reason Zoro can push off of Luffy or Sanji without any problems.

• Omega run cooler as a protection against overheating during their heats.

*** Beta and alphas tend to run warmer to provide for omegas if needed.

🌱 The outfit post time skip Zoro wears is due to him running a little cooler.

• Heats are usually a miserable experience. The body hurts like getting the flu, body temp shots up, and other things like headaches, loss of appetite, fatigue, etc.

*** Alphas and betas instinctively know where to press/massage on omegas to help relieve pain. Sometimes, even able to tell things before even the omega knows. Ex: they may get food ready even if the omega doesn't feel particularly hungry, they may know where bruises will form, can tell when a heat is coming, etc.

🌱 Zoro already has chronic pain that flares up during his heats, so the whole thing is usually miserable.

• Omegas have sharp teeth but thinner than betas and alpha. Omega teeth are meant for killing strikes, for ripping at veins and throats. Beta and alpha teeth are broad and sharp, meant for crushing and snapping.

🌱 Zoro doesn't fight with his teeth like some omegas do but he shows them off when he uses three swords. The teeth looking extra menacing when digging into the hilt of sword.

• Omegas require a lot of sleep. It has to do with their hormones and sometimes can change depending on how healthy or unhealthy a omega is.

🌱 Zoro naps constantly

• Omegas also require a lot of food. The same hormones that require a significant amount of sleep also requires a significant amount of energy.

🌱 Zoro doesn't eat as much as Luffy but he's usually not too far off.

• Scent glands are very sensitive, once a pack bond has been established and pack marks have been given/recieved, only pack can touch the scent glands without causing pain.

It's a comfort to have them nipped at very carefully, stroked or sucked on. Sometimes packs will nipped a little harder or dig their nails into scent glands if they're mad at their omega.

The scent gland releases a type of oil that varies on consistency and taste for each omega. Once pack bonds have been established, alphas and betas will seek out the scent and taste. Often when they're anxious or concerned, for affection, etc.

*** Scars on scent glands can cause a lot of problems. Due to the type of tissue that makes up scent glands, damge to it will often scar in a way that traps the oil and can make the scent glands ache.

Oil that's been trapped must be manually released with firm pressure and heat. The oil will become infected if not released correctly or frequently enough. This becomes very painful and the risk of a blood poisoning is high.

The trapped oil will be thinner when freed, often with the consistency of water rather than oil. The smell will also be too strong, like breaking a full perfume bottle. When released it will be mixed with blood and infection, usually a pinkish color or with spots of blood.

*** Omegas cannot scent right if their glands are not taken care of. This causes anxiety and depression since omegas will not be able to scent a nest or pack, leaving them feeling isolated even if they're not.

Trapped oil will also itch. This is often strong enough that omegas will scratch at the gland until it bleeds.

🌱 Zoro is terrible at taking care of himself when it comes to injuries and this includes his scent glands. The pack takes it upon themselves to make sure the glands maintained. The ones in his wrists and necks are the ones scarred.

• Scent glands are located on the neck, wrists and inner thighs.

*** Packs will often touch, bites, rub, etc at scent glands for bonding. Even the inner thigh ones will be caressed, it's doesn't have to be sexual, it's just intimate.

🌱 Usually they go for Zoro's wrists or neck since those are easiest to get too, those are the ones scarred though, so extra care is required when paying attention to them. The ones on his inner thighs are extra sensitive, as common with omegas, and are only focused on once in a while.

• It's incredibly dishonorable to aim for a omegas scent glands. People still do it but it's not something anyone should brag about.

*** Scars on scent glands or over pack marks are insulting to the pack and the omega. It's also incredibly painful to have pack marks or scent glands hurt.

🌱 Zoro has scars on his glands and it's a sore topic for the pack.

• Packs are very intimate, so they can be both sexual and/or platonic. Omegas provide balance for betas and alphas. Their scents and bonds create a healthy and comforting environment

🌱 The crew is very happy and healthy.

• It's a sign of power and strength to have a healthy and happy omega. It indicates the pack isn't worried about most threats, so they're able to take the time and focus required to take care of their omega.

*** Omegas will not go into heat in unsafe areas, it's very painful to withhold heats but it can be done. The body will not allow the heat to happen if it senses danger or feels unsafe.

🌱 Zoro has withheld his heat before and it never goes well. With all the other issues he has, withheld heats are brutal.

• Omegas nest, of course, but they also burrow. A combination of pressure and the instinct to find protection promoting them to create a nest and then cover it.

Pack nests are often bigger, made for the pack to be able to comfortably be near their omega and each other. Larger nests also allow omegas to feel comfortable in the nest with pack but also large enough for them to have a space with enough extra supplies that they can borrow.

*** A room may be considered a nest, filled with nesting supplies and carefully arranged. One corner may have additional nesting supplies available for the omega to cover themselves with if needed, while the rest of the nest remains comfortable and moveable for the pack.

*** Similar to how people find comfort in the pressure of weighted blankets.

🌱 Franky built a nesting room big enough for all of them. It's absolutely filled with nesting supplies. The floor is covered in pillows and mattressss.

• Alphas and betas may experience a type of itching or tingling in their gums when around their pack omega. This is a reaction to the scent of pack and omega. It's just a form of desire or longing meant to keep packs close together. This will often be relieved by biting, scenting or mating.

🌱 Luffy bites a lot.

• Dynamics and the instincts related to them aren't felt by anything but humans. That doesn't mean that others are excluded from the pack or don't feel pack bonds. It just means those instincts are very muted. Everyone can mark and be marked by pack bond marks if they want.

*** Ex: Chopper and Jinbei are pack of the pack but don't have to same desires or instincts as the others. It's more of a family type thing for them.

Brook, however, is a different situation. Since he was human, and is now human bones, he does have those instincts. However, while they are stronger than Jinbei or Chopper's, they are not as strong as they were when he was human.

🌱 They might be a little bias but they all think Zoro is the best omega.

• Omegas bruise easier, however that doesn't mean they're necessarily hurt more than alphas or betas. Hits that would hurt but not bruise on betas and alphas will hurt and bruise on omegas. The additional visibility on hurt spots and injuries is meant to prompt packs into protectiveness and care.

*** Ex: If a omega and alpha/beta both run their hip into the same corner of a table, same speed and force, the omega will get a bruise but the alpha/beta won't. No additional pain was felt by the omega. It's simply a evolutionary feature to prompt protection and care.

🌱 Zoro is almost constantly bruised.

• Omegas will purr when hurt and when happy. Purring can be used to self soothe when injured or hurting, and sometimes happens without the omega even noticing. It's not something controllable, they can not start or stop either instance of purring.

*** Happy purrs will often stay at one consistent pitch while hurt purrs will go up and down in pitch

🌱 Zoro was purring at Thriller Bark when the crew got to him after Kuma, the nothing happened barely understandable with the rough and unsteady purr breaking up the words when he spoke.

He purred when they all met up again after the two year skip, everyone grinning at the consistent sound and the faintest hint of pink on the top of Zoro's cheeks.

[lonestarss]

sumeru boys redesigns + notes

as you may know, i redesigned the sumeru boys a few weeks ago because, as much as i love them to bits, their designs are well. not that great in some areas. also because i wanted to draw them more often without the roadblock of their designs being so complicated. i've mainly been drawing my cyno and tighnari redesigns, but i did also do alhaitham and kaveh, so i thought that i'd show off these redesigns in one post, along with some notes on why i made certain decisions. hope you enjoy!

(pre-note: just so no one gets confused, i also renamed everyone when i did my redesigns, giving tighnari and alhaitham first names and cyno and kaveh last names.)

tighnari ❀

(renamed abdullah al-tighnari; tighnari was made his surname because that was the case for the real guy he was based on)

i went into this thinking "how can i make this design more appealing to me while still retaining what the original design meant?". since tighnari is one of my favorites in the game overall, i put a lot of pressure on myself to make a decent design.

a lot of tighnari's design inspiration comes from moroccan (specifically amazigh) culture, which i kept in my mind through most of the drawing. this inspiration shows in his bead necklace (i forget the name), his belt, and his earring, which i remade to mirror the shape of moroccan headpieces.

gave him some muscles because there's no way a guy with his job wouldn't have them. also a bottom-heavy fat distribution for self-indulgent purposes.

the design has less layers and lighter/flowier clothes because of tighnari's canon sensitivity to heat. if you're living in the rainforest (a famously humid biome), you probably wouldn't be wearing what canon tighnari does, heat sensitivity or not.

gave him some traits that are popular headcanons, such as the flower thigh tattoo, the sharp teeth, the scars, the claw-like nails (with the middle and ring nails filed down for No Reason), and the lichtenberg figure. also gave him tan skin and wavy hair because i Cannot deal with canon nari looking like that.

sturdy shoes! archery gloves! his vision on his belt! quality of life features that an actual forest ranger would have!

i will admit that the slit pants, the shorts, and the tights were all for self-indulgence reasons, but i think they go together well with the rest of the outfit too.

a braid in his hair for cynari marriage purposes. (i hc that in sumeru, marriages are consummated by braiding each other's hair)

kaveh ❂

(renamed kaveh laghmani; surname is of iranian origin, but i forgot the meaning)

another real quick note: if i change a character's pronouns in their rewrite, i'll be using those pronouns in their notes. here, kaveh goes by he/she pronouns (she just like me fr).

his canon design is actually my favorite of the sumeru boys, so this redesign was more of a simplification while still keeping the original color scheme and such.

from my research, kaveh's mainly inspired by persian/iranian culture. this is what i had in mind with her shirt and her jacket... shawl... thing. idk what to call it.

kept him a skinny twink; imo, her being a twink in canon fits pretty well.

emphasized the bird of paradise motif with the thing on her side looking like feathers. you will see this again with alhaitham.

made him brunet for more cohesion with the color palette, also because i don't like the whole blonde-fading-to-brown situation he has going on in his canon design.

flowers!!! also giving him a pretty headpiece bc this guy is flashy. also also keeping the feather, it's cunty and fun.

i wanted to make kaveh obviously gnc/genderqueer without going into full-on feminine outfit territory. you can tell she's not quite cis but it's not super in your face yk?

made his vision one of his earrings like yae miko because i forgot to give it a proper place in my concept drawings lmao

quality of life feature: actual artist gloves that aren't cut off. seriously, them being fingerless in the canon design completely negates the point of artist gloves.

removed his braids because of the aforementioned marriage headcanon.

alhaitham ⚘

(renamed amir al-haytham; i wanted to give him the most basic name possible, though i fought with myself a lot on whether to write it as al-haitham or al-haytham)

my god i despise his canon design. it's so... not him. my goal with a redesign was just to give him an outfit that made sense for his character because jesus his canon design is an atrocity.

alhaitham is mainly inspired by either saudi arabian or general west asian culture (like what's constant and such). i was mainly inspired by casual saudi arabian menswear when i was designing him.

hot take but i don't like alhaitham being buff in canon. i made him chubby/fat in my redesign mainly for self-indulgent reasons, but also because it makes more sense to me. also gave him facial hair because yes

kept his color scheme mostly the same, along with the eye motif. emphasized the eagle motif slightly with the feather hip piece (see: kaveh's redesign).

gave him a headscarf (not a hijab or anything like that, just a regular headscarf) because he felt like the type, plus i got the design idea for it and went "well i can't not include it now".

wanted to give him the vibes of an npc who was forced to be a main character

no he isn't wearing his vision anywhere, he doesn't carry it around in my rewrite.

quality of life features: more sensible, looser clothes that are easier to live in- really the whole design is meant to be a quality of life improvement first and foremost

cyno ⚡︎

(renamed cyno al-sahrawi; surname meaning is "of the sahara" or more generally, "of the desert")

like kaveh, i'm gonna be using he/they pronouns for cyno here because that's what i put in my rewrite.

in my opinion, cyno's design is relatively solid, but with a few glaring flaws that kinda ruin everything for me. i'll bring them up as these notes go on.

they're very obviously inspired by ancient egyptian culture, specifically anubis. like, it's very blatant. with my redesign, i wanted to keep those inspirations in mind while making the outfit less stereotypical and make more sense.

why does this man, who's said to fight a lot, not wear a shirt? why are you letting the place where most of your vital organs reside breathe freely? also, why does this guy not have scars?

simplified a bunch of patterns, especially below the belt and with his headpiece. also made their helmet(?) a darker, more saturated purple to attract your eyes' attention to it.

gave him eye of horus makeup for a little cultural nod

the black piece in the back was made to look like a tail to further the jackal thing.

curly hair that resembles lightning bolts <3

the shoes were inspired by traditional egyptian footwear, because if this guy is out in the desert all the time, i'm not letting him go without some kind of foot protection.

quality of life features: a bit of armor on his arm (partially for aesthetic purposes), less flowy bits on his helmet and hips to prevent distraction or getting caught on things, the aforementioned shoes

added braids for cynari purposes, because i'm me.

hope you enjoyed reading this! please keep in mind that this is all off the top of my head and doesn't even go into color theory, how the designs mirror each other, and other smaller things like that. i might make a part 2 someday going into those things, but who knows with my memory lmao

reblogs are heavily appreciated!

[acesabo]

i made a fibromyalgia pride flag last night! this has absolutely been done, but i wanted to contribute with one of my own. coincidentally, today is fibromyalgia awareness day, so. hi! if you're following me, are you aware of fibromyalgia? did you know i have it? you know now!

color meanings and background under the cut.

the colors in this flag were colorpicked from a northern pearly eye butterfly. most pictures of them are pretty brown, but they are purple butterflies—i think it's one of those things like, cameras are just really bad at capturing their coloring most of the time. in much the same way, you can't really tell by looking that someone has fibromyalgia, and i thought that was pretty fitting. i also just think they're really, really pretty.

i used the same format as the disability flag, because a lot of chronic pain is treated as pretending or faking, and i wanted to make it clear that we are part of the community and we belong here, in the same way that queer pride flags have mirrored the pride flag and the pride flag mirrored the bear and leather flags.

color meanings: note: i chose multiple meanings for each color on purpose to cover a variety of symptoms, so please feel free to assign more to any stripe you please. i also tried to assign at least one positive thing to each stripe, because every color is dear to someone.

purple: hope / research / cold weather - not hope for a cure, but hope for support and understanding which leads to successful symptom management. research has already shown that fibromyalgia is an autoimmune issue, which is huge! i'm excited to see what it will teach us next. cold weather can spell out extra pain for those of us with fibromyalgia (like me), so let this stripe be a reminder to bundle up and be gentle with yourself.

lilac: bad weather / migraine / comfort - changing weather—and changing air pressure or temperature that goes with it—can spell pain for fibro folks, and hell hath no fury like a migraine coming on. for both, and every other kind of pain, comfort is a must.

off-white: brain fog / dull pain / ache / chronic pain solidarity - brain fog is a constant companion of mine; it curls around my shoulders like an affectionate cat, rubbing against my cheeks and rumbling in my ears until i can't hear myself think. this stripe is just off-white in honor of that feeling, and also because i didn't want this flag to be too eye-searing for those of us with sensitive migraine triggers. dull pain is a lot like that, but a lot less pleasant. this stripe also reminds us that we aren't alone in our invisible disability, and that we're hip to hip with a lot of really excellent company in the chronic pain community.

amber: nerve pain / sudden pain / joint weakness and related falls / warm weather relief - nerve pain, as opposed to inflammatory pain, tends to be sharp and feel 'electric'. i once described it to my doctor as feeling 'like there's lightning in my bones'. sudden pain is like that, too, and i've found that my knee suddenly giving when it was fine a moment before can be, as well. but this nice honey-golden stripe also reminds me of the nice day i had recently when i viewed the eclipse with my friends, sitting in the sun in my new skirt, quite literally sitting pretty in the sunlight and then, suddenly, lack thereof. warm weather is nice, when it isn't a surprise—a slope and not a snap.

brown: underdiagnosis in people of color* / solidarity with people of color* in our community - as is often the case in the medical community, there is a wealth of doctors willing to diagnose white patients with fibromyalgia, and those same doctors are largely unwilling to diagnose people of color unless those people of color bend over backward. this stripe is to recognize that, as i think it's important, and to stand in solidarity with people of color who have (or are seeking) a diagnosis. (*the asterisk is to note that i am using people of color as a catch-all here, but very specifically this effects Black people the most, especially Black women. there is a long and incredibly ugly history of medical malpractice around not believing Black women when it comes to pain in the medical field which i am definitely not educated enough to speak on.)

i drew the butterfly vector myself, and here it is alone if you'd like to use it.

and a bonus-bonus version with the flag on it, to just kind of, slap on stuff i f you'd like. i dunno, i like how it looks.

[flamingo-bubbles]

@fontasticcrablettes Wrote a lovely little spicy Flystelle fic and it made me want to do the same! But, uh, my brain died in the middle of it and I haven't touched it since I first wrote it after reading his fic.

But there's so little Flystelle stuff! And even less spicy stuff for them!! So I will share this half-shred of a story because there needs to be more of them in the world!!!

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Courting was like a dance. The steps were intricate, deliberate, important - to ignore them was to invite the searing judgment of every noble down onto your head. If your transgression was severe enough, no title or rank could save you.

Flynn knew all this. It had been drilled into his head since the first day he emerged into the noble quarter as a freshly minted knight. Like many customs of the upper class, the rules were as arbitrary as they were ironclad. He had to be constantly aware, always diligent.

"Flynn…"

The breathy, inviting sound of his name on the crown princess' lips yanked him back to the reality of the moment. Their bodies entangled in her bed; clothing thrown to the ground in a flurry of hot, hungry kisses and moans; the sharp rise and fall of Estellise's breast with each ragged breath. Flynn's body reacted all too readily to the princess lying beneath him.

He was definitely courting her wrong, but she was making it difficult to care.

"Princess Estellise…" he whispered her name back with just as much desire, but the voice of reason forever present at the back of his mind was quick to add, "...Are you sure about this?"

He watched as her expression softened into a smile. However, the desire in her eyes burned just as clearly. Flynn's breath caught in his throat and dissolved into a strangled moan as Estellise wound her arms around his neck. Gentle pressure was applied to Flynn's neck, drawing his body into her and another moan from his soul.

"I am," She responded plainly and clearly.

"B-But what about all the customs? The rules?" He forced himself to speak, but the heat of her hands curiously exploring the taut muscles of his back was making it horribly difficult to focus.

"They're silly. We love each other. There aren't any rules in that."

As she spoke, her hands grew more bold, more curious. Flynn felt her rough, short nails and callused fingertips trace down his chest, stopping just before his hips. He wanted to focus on every sensation all at once, but his brain was quickly melting to nothing but his baser instincts.

"You make a-" he inhaled sharply as a stray finger explored a little bit lower, "a compelling argument."

The thick air between them was softened by Estellise's gentle giggle. She leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Flynm's lips. He wished he could claim his body's reaction was just as chaste.

"Thank you! My tutors in statesmanship would be very pleased to hear the compliment."

"Perhaps, but I don't believe I shall ever give it to them. It would require…certain explanations."

His reward for his half-hearted joke was another of Estellise's giggles. As the mood lightened further still, he thought with vague disappointment that the night might end with nothing happening. However, her hands didn't stop their exploration, her boundless curiosity extending to the bedroom as well. 

Rather than push the situation forward, Flynn let her take her time, allowing his body to react without any attempts to hide it. As she found several sensitive spots that Flynn hadn't even been aware of, the mood in the room once more dipped dangerously toward desire.

"P-Princess Estellise…" Flynn whined as she applied pressure in another new location, his cheeks and body burning, "M-My apologies. Please. I need…more"

"Oh! Of course! Please, allow me."

—-----

And then they totally banged, you guys.

[badgod01]

Regretevator Headcanons: Pest

Relationships:

Breakfast in Bed: Pest was in a committed relationship with Poob for nearly a year before the events of the fic started.

They aren't exactly stated "partners"; I see them as an aromantic couple that became romantic with the inclusion of Infected.

Their relationship was always technically open, but they didn't want to sleep with anyone who they both didn't agree to.

Non-Series: Pest is shipped with Poob, Infected, and Mark. He is also shipped with Sebastian (Pressure).

Infected: Pest thinks Infected is annoying but hot and also really gross.

Mark: Pest wouldn't think Mark is his first choice if he had to pick who to bang.

Poob: Pest doesn't like to admit he likes anyone, but at the very least he feels he has a kinship with Poob (not that he'd ever tell them).

Sebastian: Pest's relationship with Sebastian is strained at worst, but they always manage to fuck the anger out.

Body:

Pest is intersex, though this mostly affects his physical health rather than the physical appearance of his body.

Only in one instance does Pest have a pussy (in Not For Sale). He has no egg-related properties.

He has an ovipositor. The max amount of eggs he can hold and lay depends on the fic.

In Breakfast in Bed, his egg max is six (6).

His dick produces slick that aids with the laying of eggs.

These eggs do not have anything in them, thus he cannot technically "give birth" to anything.

However, if he does get filled with cum, he will lay eggs with life in them.

When he doesn't lay eggs for a while, he starts to get extremely horny and tries to lay them as quickly as possible to relieve himself.

Pest has a muscle-y build with broad shoulders. He's fairly toned and fit.

Pest has four eyes.

Pest's arm amount varies depending on the fic.

In Breakfast in Bed, he only has the standard two.

Pest's horns/mandibles are sensitive spots, but he won't get aroused unless they're rubbed a lot.

Kinks:

Bondage. Only really enjoys it for other people.

He doesn't mind Poob tying him up (Breakfast in Bed).

Degradation. Both for himself and other people.

He enjoys being dominated in a degrading way (Breakfast in Bed).

Cucking is a big one (Breakfast in Bed).

Eggs. Laying eggs, putting eggs in someone else, eggs being put in him. It's a biological thing.

Sadomasochist. He bites people frequently and especially enjoys biting with his mandibles.

Limits:

Choking. Even if he trusts his partner, it scares him.

Face-sitting and oral sex. His mandibles make it impossible for his face to be sat on, and he also instinctively bites anything between his mandibles. If that's not an issue, he also has scarily sharp teeth.

Slapping or serious bodily harm. It's not pleasant for him.

Nicknames:

For self: -

For Poob: -

For Infected: -

Other:

Sexuality: Gay. Into dick, but can work with pussy too (he doesn't discriminate against men with pussies, come ride that thang)

Favorite position: Missionary; he likes seeing someone get filled up with his eggs and how they react to it.

Positions: Versatile with a top lean. Switch with a dominant lean. Somewhat of a stone top.

Aftercare: Sleeping. He'll handle it in the morning.

[aawestautomotive]

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Once the foot depth drops below 1 mm 

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Temperature 

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Climate  

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[tealeafsoda]

BEING AUTISTIC + CLOSE TO IDIA SHROUD

Pairing: Idia Shroud x reader (platonic/ romantic)

Content: requested, gn reader (you/your), autistic reader + idia (:D), implied sensory overload, fluff, 753 words

Notes: I have never finished a request faster omgee, heres P1 btw

•Playing video games is a guessing game of who's going to mimic a phrase or accent first

•Pausing games to explain lore. Or to just go on about characters, settings or coding

•Having a mutual agreement to just. Mute The Game when a character begins yelling in an angry tone (captions are a lifesaver)

•Largely disliking Coach Vargas for the same reason (he's loud, he's shouty, he's rude)

•Relating over misreading social situations completely (e.g. Idia's pe kit vignette) And mutually agreeing that Neurotypicals need to Get A Grip and be straightforward (this also helping lessen the guilt and anxiety around asking each other for clarification). Complaining about how Neurotypicals act in general together (it's cathartic)

•Never talking to each other in the morning. Not just because of your wrecked sleeping schedule but also a shared understanding that holding a conversation in the morning Is Hell.

•Possessing a pacing stim will have you marching around his room whilst Idia tries to keep up with your rambling

•If you have a fidgeting stim, then there are stim/fidget toys strewn around Idia's bedroom (Ortho keeps on buying the latest ones) that are free for you to use

•A biting stim (clothes, pens, straws etc) is something you would have in common with Idia. This, paired with his sharp teeth, is why, you find out, he tries not to use pencils or pens as one time his chewing made the ink explode in his face (it's now his picture in your contacts)

•Idia is somewhat sensitive about his gaming consoles, so if you have a hand flapping stim, he freaks out a little if you're holding it and stimming

•RSD making games such as otome ones, where you risk choosing the wrong option, a nightmare. So playing one with him including searching up the answers, whether Idia likes or not (him actually doing it too at times)

•You both understanding how important hyperfixations can be and taking turns letting the other go on about their special interest in conversations that can last hours. It being the most comfortable you see Idia when he talks

•Whenever his hoodie gets too wrecked from overuse or chewing on his hood/sleeves/hoodie strings etc. Being there as a reminder to get a fresh one, whether it's cleaning or buying (he's rich, he can afford it). But also not being too forward as new clothes sometimes just Aren't The Same. And you get that

•Whenever his fixation does change to a new form of media, Idia being able to afford every piece of merch available (but him getting you stuff related to your special interest on holidays/ special occasions, so you won't Eat The Rich this time you guess) One time he got you a weighted blanket that matched his, it's still in the Top Things He's Ever Given You (an unofficial ranking)

•You both having a month-long pre-plan for all special events in the games you play together because the first time Idia called you to play one with him, it was out of the blue and risked your routine. Ever since then, they've become a genuine, important part of your day-to-day life.

•Speaking of routine, Friday is designated Game Night and the hang-out you both try not to avoid the most

•Though Sensory Overload is a Bitch, which makes multiplayer chat even better for the both of you as you can game together, but separately!

•When finding out Idia's headphones were allowed due to sensory issues, him giving you suggestions on how to get the same help at school.

•Facetiming/calls where neither of you actually say anything to each other and just hang out digitally and do your own thing.

•That happening in his bedroom as well. And it being an effective way to talk in person without having to feel the pressure to keep eye contact (because even the strongest of autistic friendships endure masking)

•Other times messaging each other once and it counting as your full interaction for the day (and it not having any ulterior meaning like arguing or being upset)

•When visiting locations from his anime, cities tending to be the place you frequent at the least (a personal preference of Idia's). You both began going even less when you visited a restaurant with the worst fluorescent lights imaginable, and then left to a street filled with rowdy fans leaving a Magift game.

•Using his interests to distract/ build confidence in Idia when his anxieties on these trips get the better of him.

[tetsunormous]

Prove yourself useful

pairing: dom!Kenma x f!reader x spectator!Suna x Spectator! Osamu

genre: smut (18+), established relationship, post time-skip university, gamer boyfriend

word count: 2.4 k

warning: thigh riding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, swearing, hair pulling, mentions of edging, spanking (?), degradation

It’s just past 2 in the afternoon and your lecture finally finished. University is nothing like what you grew up thinking it would be, but it would be a lot worse if you didn’t get to live with your boyfriend.

You met Kenma during your first year and it didn’t take long for the two of you to begin falling for each other. He is more complex than you’d ever imagine and everyday you learn new things to learn about him. At the surface level he’s incredibly successful; being a youtuber, a pro gamer, a fucking CEO, all while taking university classes. However, Kenma is so much more than that.

The Kenma you know and love is the Kenma that’s cooped up in his gaming room spitting insults at his friends while they practice for a match they have later on in the night. The Kenma that you find yourself daydreaming about is the one obsessed with your apple pie and insists it's never too hot to eat right out of the oven. Your Kenma doesn't show the world all his little quirks, but you’ve learned to understand all of his many facial expressions and what he needs at the time. Everyone sees Kenma as this shy intelligent man who prefers to keep things to himself, which he is, but your favourite Kenma is the one he only lets out behind closed doors.

For someone so reserved none of his following would ever expect him to be the kind of lover to share you with others. No one would ever suspect Kenma for being the kind of lover to get off on seeing you completely ruined and embarrassed. This version of Kenma is definitely the one you find the most interesting because he kept it from you for the first year of your relationship, but two years in and his friends have seen more of you than you could keep track of.

Just thinking about him gets you worked up and it's times like this that you’re grateful for online classes. You tiptoe into your shared bedroom to discard the panties you’re currently wearing. The mere thought of riding his thigh gets you so excited the pair of black lace you previously wore didn’t stand a chance. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, your outfit isn’t anything special but it's his favourite. The sweater you’re wearing just big enough to cover your ass, sleeves long enough to hang past your fingertips, no bra or panties, the sheer thigh high socks that never fails to leave him hard, and the little cat ears resting on your head he bought for you months ago.

If he saw you now, there’s a chance you’d get your way.

You knock softly on the door before entering. The blinds are shut and there's a purple hue emitting from his LED lights. He’s sitting in front of his three monitors with nothing but a pair of sweatpants and his headset on, “Kenma? Are you in a game right now?”

His back is towards you so you begin to walk towards his desk, closing the door behind you. Osamu and Suna have seen the two of you naked plenty of times but for some reason, you still get a little shy. You wave at them on screen as you stand behind your boyfriend and you can hear their remarks through his headset.

“Oi, I think a little kitty wants to join before we play tonight”. Suna is always the first to say something, but Osamu definitely teases you more.

“You didn’t tell us we’d get a special treat today, Kodzuken”

Kenma stares blankly at his friends before turning to you, “Hi pudding, you finished with class?” he asks as his eyes wander down your body. You can see a slight smirk form on his lips before reaching out to give your hip a squeeze, “Miya was right, what a special little treat you are”

You know Kenma is observant but you can’t help but act a little cuter when there’s an audience around. “If you’re just practicing for now, can we cuddle Kenken, I missed you”, you ask with a slight pout on your face and your sweater paws reaching out for his arm, eyes glancing down at his bulge.

His eyes soften a bit and he chuckles at your act, “yeah yeah, sit on my lap you little brat”

You happily oblige and sit on his left thigh. Your head leaning on his shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. With your arms resting on his shoulders, you begin playing with his hair and rocking your hips ever so slightly.

“We haven’t seen you wear those little ears in a while y/n, don't tell me you put them on after class just for some cuddles” A blush creeps onto your face as Suna continues to tease you about your intentions.

“Awh, don’t hide your face from us y/n. Kozume has shown us you’re not really as shy as you seem, did Suna’s little comment really make you blush that hard?”

You feel your boyfriend nudge you lightly with his shoulder, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth. “She knows I won’t fuck her till tonight yet she still climbs up onto my leg without panties on, she can act shy all she wants but we all know how shamelessly needy she is” You lift your head from his shoulder with a surprised look on your face. He’s still staring at his monitor, fingers busy with the controller, “you didn’t think I’d feel how wet you are? Your pussy is soaking through my sweats kitten”

The boy's laughter rings through the headphones and a whine escapes your lips. He takes his headphones off and has them resting around his neck before putting his controller down. You feel his hands under your arms and he positions you so that you're sitting on his left thigh facing his desk, legs resting on either side of his.

“Awh Osamu, look at the little kitty pouting cause her big bad boyfriend turned her away”

“She’s always so needy, aren’t you y/n? And in front of us too? You like putting on a show and having everyone see what a slut you are, huh”

Your thighs squeeze around Kenmas as your entire face starts to become red. You can hear your boyfriend clearing his throat before landing a hard smack against your thigh. “He asked you a question kitten. If you’re going to be a needy slut and come in here while we’re practicing, at least show some manners”

“Y-yes Samu” you whisper, “I like having you watch”

All the boys hum in unison and Suna leans back in his gaming chair, leaving his controller on the desk. “Well since you interrupted practice, I think it’s only fair you give us something in return, isn't that right Kenma”

“Suna makes a good point. I treated you so well last night cause we both knew I would be busy until later tonight, and I wouldn’t be able to give you the attention you need.” His slender fingers weave through your hair at the base of your scalp before pulling hard, exposing your throat for his friends to see. His nose softly traces your sensitive skin, inhaling your scent, “I let you cum all night long, but here you are with your greedy little cunt rubbing itself against me trying to get off”

“Maybe you need to be more mean with her, she should know better than to come in here if she isn’t going to make herself useful”

“You hear that?” Kenma’s other hand travels up your sweater and pinches your hardened nipple making you hiss in pain. “Should I listen to Osamu and be extra mean to you so you learn how to act?”

All three boys are now smirking at you but that just makes your body more aroused. Your pussy is throbbing and it takes everything in you not to start grinding on his leg. You feel him flex his muscles and you can't help but to cry out as the additional pressure on your clit sends an electric shot throughout your body.

“The poor baby can’t even respond”, Suna chuckles and pretends to pout “you are just a dumb little whore, aren’t you y/n?”

You let out a whine as your eyes meet Kenma’s. His cold stare alone asserts dominance over you and without thinking your hand reaches out to touch him. You feel a sharp pain as he smacks your hand away, “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me kitten”. He yanks his hand back from your hair causing you to jerk forwards and grab a hold of the desk for balance. “We all know you won’t get allowed to cum later on but you will put on a show for us and prove you aren't just a useless slut”. He leans back with one arm resting on his armrest, “shall we make things interesting boys?”

Osamu stares intensely at you before laughing in your face, “Yea, let’s see if she can prove herself. If she can’t, I don’t think she deserves anything tonight”

“Y/n can be more than just Kozume’s dumb fuck, right? You gonna put on a show for us?”

Your mouth parted and eyes wide, you whip your head back to meet your boyfriends but he only smirks at you. “You have eight minutes kitten. Your hands stay on the desk and I won’t be touching you. If we hear a peep slip out of your lips, you lose. You better ride my thigh like you’re chasing the last orgasm you’ll ever have because if you fail to cum, I will edge you all night long to the brink of insanity, but all you can do is watch me fuck my fist instead.”

Osamu and Suna are rubbing themselves through their sweats as they snicker at our boyfriends rules. They continue to tease you but all you can focus on is the way Kenma is looking at you. He reaches back to tie his hair into a low bun and bounces his leg lightly, “are you ready?” he asks with his eyebrows slightly raised and a smirk. All you can do is nod back in his direction as you feel him flexing his thigh. He reaches for his phone and you watch as he sets a timer for eight minutes, “alright kitty….start”.

Your legs squeeze around your boyfriend's thigh as you begin to roll your hips. You shimmy yourself forwards a little bit so your clit can press against the base of his quads every time you rock forwards. Kenma was right, you're so wet it’s almost embarrassing how your own juices have lubricated your folds. Even against the fabric of his sweats, your pussy is drenched with your own arousal, helping you grind against his leg with ease. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your hardest to control your breathing so the overwhelming pressure doesn’t cause you to moan out loud.

You can hear the two boys teasing and laughing at how filthy you really are but all you can think about is chasing that O. The noises coming from your riding, the way your juices have dampened his pants, making a wet slapping noise every time you rock. Your fingers are gripping his desk hard and all you can do is throw your head back, chest heaving, trying to swallow your whines as you start to feel the tension building in  your stomach. “I can feel the way your pussy is twitching every time you rock forwards, sometimes close isn’t she?” Kenma moves forwards and speaks softly by your ear, “You only have three more minutes, why don’t you let us hear your pretty voice hmm?”

“Oh y/n, you look like you’re close to cumming, we’ve never heard you this quiet before. I bet it would feel even better if you moaned for us”

“Suna and I always talk about how pretty and desperate you sound, let us hear you”

The constant egging didn’t help but it definitely made you more needy. They all knew how loud you were when Kenma would stuff you full and just as you let out a heavy breath, your boyfriend flexes his muscles. Your mouth falls open as you roll faster, knowing your orgasm will happen soon. The way his thigh feels against your slick folds should be illegal, it shouldn’t feel this good before he even touches you.

“Oh I think someones going to cum, show us how you fall apart. Ride my fucking thigh and imagine how much better it would be if my cock was in your needy hole”. Kenma now palming against his dick as he watches your eyebrows furrow, your eyes squeeze tight, your cheeks glowing , the baby hairs sticking to your forehead, all while you bite down on your bottom lip trying your hardest to keep all your noises inside. You look absolutely stunning to him, falling apart over his leg. He keeps flexing his thigh at a fast pace to help you reach your high, no longer caring about the challenge. He’s so mesmerized by the way your pussy feels as it’s throbbing, and how your legs squeeze harder against his as you completely come undone.

You can hear the boys let out soft moans as you cum all over your boyfriend's thigh with a force that even you’re surprised about.

“Fuck Kenma, you get to see that every time?”

The timer goes off and you limp over the desk, “fuck off Suna, consider yourself lucky the two of you got to get off to her”, he says with a smile on his face.

“We know we’re very lucky,” Osamu says chuckling, “ thank you y/n, we’ll definitely win our 3v3 later”

Kenma looks over at you and pulls you close to him. He slips his hand under the sweater and rubs your back, “you did so well baby, I’m surprised you didn’t make a sound”

“Promise I did good? D-does this mean I get to cum later?”

“You really think I’m going to forget why this all happened in the first place? You just came all over me and you’re already thinking about getting stuffed huh” he cradles your face with a faint smile on his face. “You did so well, so we’ll see” and presses a kiss on your lips, “for now, you can stay here for the next while and sit in embarrassment as they continue to tease you about you cumming just from my thigh”

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