#just thought 💭

[samerpal]

This night is the coldest night Gaza has experienced since the beginning of winter. The children are freezing from the intense cold, lying under the blanket, with no clothes to warm them, no food to fill them, no blankets to cover them, and no walls to protect them. This is the scene inside my tent right now—only complete darkness, the sound of warplanes, and the explosions that accompany us every moment. The sounds of the military boats are also constant, as they terrorize my children every time they fire their shells and machine guns.

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[tunamayojazz]

inuokkotober 2024

prompt: height

(it's their first week as boyfriends and yuta can't compute)

[honehonn3honey]

[moondvncer]

the fact that during the party epilogue you can hug Astarion again as a valid answer makes me think that in his "good" ending he'd be all about intimacy, and that also means laying together in bed naked, pressed close together so that Astarion can hold you impossibly close to him - to the point that sometimes it hurts a little bit but you don't mind, you'd just keep running your fingertips throught his hair, maybe he would also press his head in the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent, realising that he's safe, you're with him, and the monster plaguing his existence and tormenting his soul is gone.

[ickyrafe]

pondering JJ taking his frustrations out on kook!reader after kie rejects him entirely— full on shoves him away and tells him to fuck off. he’s quiet about it, but on the inside he snaps. he’s texting you in a near blind rage, eager to get his hands on something or someone that was made for him to break…

he’s cold and passive as he fucks you. there’s no honeyed words or hollow promises like usual. only the sound of your hiccuped sobs and broken squeals as he fucks you into the plush carpet of your own bedroom, turning you into exactly what he sees you as— a toy for his pleasure and sick entertainment.

“jay…” you choke out, lifting your head a bit to avoid carpet burn on your cheek. but your dome is slammed back down due to the force of his next thrust, hard enough for searing pain to split through the front of your face in a nauseating wave. as if the pain of him prodding at your cervix wasn’t enough to deal with.

your eyebrows furrow after the impact, even more when droplets of crimson fall from your nose and onto the cream colored abyss in front of you, mixing in with the tear and drool stains that were already present.

[hephaestn]

thinking of harringrove who haven’t seen each other in probably ten years but both end up living in the same big city, new york or chicago. and one day they find themselves both sheltering from the pouring rain in a phone booth. steve is the one to enter last, he doesn’t even realize the phone booth is occupied bc his glasses are covered in water and then he feels a warm body against his and apologizes with a quiet “sorry” and is about to leave the dryness of the phone booth to not bother but billy pulls him back inside by the jacket with a, “where do you think you’re going, pretty boy?”

[kopivie]

hades!wriothesley who, at times, appears more like an apparition to you when you first get to know him. his footfalls are nearly imperceptible and he's quick to change positions. how a big man like him is able to move around undetected, you'll never know. (you'll also never know that he's doing that on purpose because he loves when you jump. he ghosts his cryo-tipped fingers across your nape when you least expect him to, bursting into a fit of laughter when you yelp and scurry to warm yourself up.)

hades!wriothesley who leaves little pieces of himself in the little nooks and crannies of your shop and your heart. it becomes a mutual exchange; you give him dendro-enhanced flowers to last while he's in the underworld, and he leaves folded up notes tucked underneath flower pots for you to read during his absence. he treasures the fragrance of the petals while you treasure the parchment that just so happens to smell of his rich cologne.

hades!wriothesley who catches you reading one of his notes when he returns to visit you. you don't notice him -- you're too engrossed in reading. you're holding the paper close to your chest with the most smitten smile on your lips, and wriothesley has to count to 50 before he enters the shop, lest he come in and do something he might regret. (you're biting your bottom lip to stop from smiling. oh, how he wants to brush that lip with his thumb.. how badly he wants to kiss you stupid..)

hades!wriothesley who never kisses the back of just one of your hands, oh no – he always insists on kissing the backs of both of your hands at the same time. you once joked about him being extra gentlemanly. he bit your finger in retaliation. (you also noticed that his canines are particularly sharp.)

hades!wriothesley who stays with you on the night before he has to return to his domain. cerberus will likely act out if he's gone for too long, but he doesn't wish to leave you just yet. so he sits at your beside stroking your cheek with the back of his icy fingers. cold as he may be, you feel nothing but warmth emanating from him. it's you who kisses the back of his hand this time, a gesture that gives him pause. once he's recovered, he cups your warm cheek in his palm. moonlit grey eyes soften as they drink you in.

"may i be frank with you?" wriothesley asks softly.

"you may."

"i want you." you feel his hand stiffen as he realizes what he said. "not-- not in that way. not yet, anyhow. and certainly not before you're ready. but i... i want you. all of you."

you want to reply. you so badly want to return his feelings. you can feel it in your heart, your very soul calls out to him even when he's near. and yet something chains you in place, makes you unable to verbalize it. you open and close your mouth a few times as you struggle for words.

hades shakes his head. he's smiling, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "you don't need to say anything. if you wish to take it slow, then i will do as you please. i just wanted to let you know."

"...i'm sorry." you close your eyes and lean into his touch. you feel the bed shift as he leans down to touch his forehead to yours. your heart stutters and your breathing hitches. "i'm so, so sorry."

"it's okay."

"i want you too. really, i do."

"i know." the two of you breathe in tandem for a moment. the unspoken confession lingers in the night air. then, after a long silence: "i have to leave."

it's your turn to sigh. "i know."

wriothesley pecks your nose. "wait for me."

and you shiver. not because of the cold, but rather because he was not asking. he knows that you will wait for him. he knows that his place in your heart is assured. "wait for me," he murmurs again.

"i will." you hum when you feel his lips ghosting over yours. you hold your breath in anticipation. "please," you practically beg. "just do it."

wriothesley's breath fans over yours. you can feel his words being spoken against your mouth. even in whisper, you can hear his voice tremble. "you're tempting me."

"just... give me something to remember you by."

and that's all it takes for him to kiss you. you become drunk on the moonlight coating his lips.

so this was just a little ramble and test of my ability to write a scene! it's been so long since i've written like this, and i just figured that this was a good au to test it on!

i do wanna dedicate this little thing to @catcze though! i know timezones are super fucky but! it's still your birthday where i am, so!!! happy birthday!!! i hope you have dreams of wrio in the future 💕💗💕

[letternotekisses]

Being the personal assistant to Akande Ogundimu came with some additional tasks that weren’t necessarily in the job description - not that you were really complaining. You got paid heftily well to deliver some documents and to sit and look pretty for your boss, who wasn’t sore on the eyes himself. It was a neat gig.

As of late, though, he seemed happy to let each of his agents take a piece of what he considered his. Sharing was caring, after all, right? He’d all but dropped you off in front of Mauga - who’d leaned down to get a better look at you, his tongue lathing over his pointy canines as a sharp grin cracked his face. Your face warmed, flustered as you met his crimson eyes and clutched your clipboard to your chest.

You offered an unsure glance to Akande, who simply clicked his tongue sharply, giving Mauga a pointed look over his shoulder as he turned to walk away.

“Don’t break her.”

Knowing Mauga, he likely took that as a challenge. But he also knew that Doomfist liked to keep good care of his toys, and that sharing was a rare occurrence that Mauga probably wouldn’t be able to indulge in again. He decided to make the most of it.

And that’s exactly what led you to your current predicament, knees knocking together as slurring whines tumble from your mouth, unable to form a coherent sentence with Mauga’s face buried between your plush thighs. He’d all but tore the skirt off your body, herding you over some poor souls desk because he was much too impatient to walk the two minute journey to his room.

Everything about this was unprofessional, but with Mauga’s facial hair scraping against your inner thighs and his tongue buried deep into your cunt, you couldn’t really find a fuck to give. His hands dig into the fat of your hips, keeping you still enough so that he could gorge himself on the heat between your legs. You could hear the chuckling, could feel the vibrations of his pleased laughter against your clit in response to every noise you made.

You bury your face in your arms, whimpering with trembling thighs when he pauses to thumb your clit, the fanning of his hot breath making you twitchy and sensitive.

“Aw,” Mauga all but purrs, standing to kick your legs further part and unbuckle his belt, “You wanna cum, princess? Let’s see how much you can take first.”

[futuremrscameron]

yeah that checks out (neutral statement)

[finzphoenix]

I always wondered why he got two of his many toxin tubes connected to his jaw; honestly I kind of assumed it was more of a stylistic choice than a logical one.

But given that we now know he started huffing his own fear toxin after that Batman fight in Shadows, I guess it only makes sense that he would develop an addiction so severe that he could die without constant access to it years later if he kept kept taking it.

Camouflaj's attention to detail really is immaculate o.o

[honehonn3honey]

[callieyanderechan]

Me because Derek Morgan x reader is full of Aaron and Spencer fics

[cherryxhaze]

Thinking about going on vacation with Eddie.

You drag him out of the comfort of the hotel bed at the ungodly hour of 9am to get breakfast before spending the day at the beach.

He slides into the diner booth next to you and barely a second passes after he orders a coffee before his head is laying on your shoulder with a hmph.

Eyes closed, his hand reaches for you and his fingers entwine with yours. You can’t help but smile at your sleepy boyfriend, inhaling his scent as you plant a kiss on the top of his head, earning a happy sigh.

[mrsoharaa]

Thinking about escaping to a nice fancy resort that the boys privately reserve just for us to go bathe freely (naked lol) in the beautiful vast, extravagant onsen that brims with gorgeous blossomed flowers and a serene atmosphere ♡

[letternotekisses]

ok just an ashe thought i had - bare with me now (i have been awake for too long ignore mistakes)

Ashe who - very angrily - demands the newly freed Bob to cut the ropes Cassidy had tangled her up in. She’s absolutely fuming about the loss of her bike, steam practically coming out of her ears until one of her goonies points out a sign that tells of a ranch a few miles west. A ranch meant horses - and horses meant no more blistering feet.

She first steps foot on your ranch like she owns the place, her boots kicking up dirt and sand that wisps away in the breeze. Her eyes are sharp and you can’t help but shy away from her gaze, continuing to brush one of your horses until she approaches you directly.

You’re a sweet thing - all alone on a little ranch to yourself - and Ashe can’t help but curl her ruby lips into a pleased smile, previous events all but forgotten because of the cute little cowgirl she’d caught a glimpse of. You’re quick to ask her what she’s here for, and she only wishes you’d slow down so that she could take a better look at you, her eyes roving unapologetically.

You soon find out she’s here for some horses, something sturdy and quick enough to get her back home. You can only nod along, a little entranced by her presence before you snap out of it to show her the way to your stables.

Ashe picks out Pepper from your little herd of horses - an American Quarter horse you’d had for a little while now - and is quick to seat herself upon the mares back, smoothing over her dark bay coat appreciatively. You help saddle her up and even sneak a few peppermints in for free!

Ashe then shoves a handful of cash into your hands with a sharp grin, and it’s clearly way too much money even for a sturdy horse like Pepper - but she refuses to take any of it back. You don’t argue with a woman like Ashe.

It pays for almost everything on the ranch for the rest of that entire week, and just when you’re loading pails of water for the horses you pick up on the sound of familiar hooves. And sure as shit, Ashe is trotting back inside your ranch with a toothpick hanging precariously between her lips, claiming that she needed another horse from you.

She didn’t. She had gotten a new bike. Pepper was well taken care of on an aimlessly huge stretch of land that she owned and Ashe thought it would be suitable to come and see you get her a friend. And maybe to ogle at you a little.

You end up selling some of your best horses to Ashe over the weeks that she comes to visit, and she leaves behind more and more cash every time. Soon enough you’re inviting her over simply for riding lessons, free of charge. It all goes off-course when she brings along a bottle of wine.

—

It’s still technically a riding lesson, if you think about it.

You gnaw at your lip as Ashe’s crimson nails dig into the fat of your hips, the brim of of her hat sitting so low on her head that she eventually grows tired of it, plopping it onto your head with a growl that makes the heat bloom hotter between your thighs. She grins up at you like the cat who got the cream when you sink down further onto the strap with shaky legs.

“Easy now, sugar.” She chuckles lowly, her nails indenting little crescent moons into your skin as you throw your head backwards to pant softly. The fire was crackling beside you both, sweat sheening your skin as you fight the urgency to ride her til the cows come home.

The wine had made you needier, and it had flushed her pale cheeks to the point of redness. You’re twitchy and sensitive, pulsing with the need to let her lie back if it just meant you could cum, to ride her until you couldn’t think. More importantly - you wanted her to fuck you already.

You’re so cute, seated upon her lap and trembling like a leaf, pretty little pussy clenching around her strap pathetically whilst she thumbs your clit idly. There’s a smoulderingly mean look in her eyes when you even try to bounce back onto her cock to chase remnants of your pleasure, but you can’t help but still, whining pathetically for her to let you finish.

Ashe knows exactly what you want from her. She just wants to make you beg for it.

[kagumiya]

"What's wrong with me? Why do they not care? Perhaps I'm just broken. Unfixable. " "He says he cares. But for how long? He will just leave me too."