#keeping my fingers crossed this doesn't end up getting long lmao

[lalalychee-x]

"Bad Idea!" Boothill x Reader ft. his hat

CW: NSFW! MDNI! fem!reader; sex where ur on a window sill; squirting + licking it off again lol; slight exhibitionism (the door's open); biting; Boothill's tongue has its own warning; clothes ripping; fingering; robo-dick and cyborg fingers lmao; creampie; blood from biting is mentioned like twice and barely; teasing; braless; begging; edging; sweet and soft Boothill bc he's a cutie; empty warnings; he can't breathe since he doesn't have lungs?? word count: 3415 oopsie

song4this Bad Idea by Ariana Grande

♡ Whenever Boothill's hat goes missing, he knows you're responsible, so it ends up with him hunting around for you. You run away with his hat on to tease him, and he runs after you, playfully nibbling at your cheek. It's all fun and games until the hat is the only thing you have on.. ♡ Basically, you steal his hat to tease him, but end up getting fucked silly until you apologise to him. With the hat on. And only the hat on. "Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so ya got it."

inspo post from @madamofthestars (psst, check them out! They super cool!) art creds: skoukax on insta

"C'mon now, sugar, ya know that ain't yours…!" Boothill called out behind out, his voice a mixture of frustration and amusement.

You rolled your eyes, quickly glancing back through a spin on your heel; the hat wobbling slightly as you held it in place with one hand.

You look back at him, sticking your tongue out, before giggling and darting off. You sharply turned a corner, your heart racing as you waited for the perfect moment to lead him down a wilder chase.

Boothill scoffs, an amused smirk tugging at his lips, "Oh, gettin' smart now, are we?"

You spin back around, your heart racing as the clicking of his boots gets closer and quicker, "I am smart!" You taunted him a little, the brim of the hat bobbing as you picked up speed.

"Ya little fudgin' minx," Boothill muttered under his breath, his curses amusingly censored as they reached your ears. "I swear, when I get my hands on ya…"

"You can't even swear properly!" You call out again, turning your head as you ran, setting the hat askew.

You catch a glimpse of him running towards you, the sight beyond amusing to see when running at such speed. You attempt to call back, but your voice dissolves into a fit of giggles and gasps for air as you ran.

You snapped your head back, facing forward to drag out the chase. It was all fun and games until you realised you'd diverted your attention for too long and cornered yourself in a dead-end room. Boothill's imposing figure filled the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you. You were panting but your index and thumb firmly gripped the brim of the hat, assuring it stayed on your head.

A room was an overstatement; a storage room, just maybe, with a singular horizontal window panel that stretched about a meter wide at most. It let in a few spells of moonlight.

Boothill leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over the metal plates of his chest, "Gotcha now," He laughed, the star-shaped insignia on his jacket clicking against the metal of his torso as he did so. "My hat looks mighty fine on ya, but I think it's time ya give it back."

You adjusted the hat, spining it on your low on your brow.

"Come on, just a little longer—?" You teased, batting your eyelashes in a futile attempt to charm him.

"No can do, darlin'," He chuckled again, pushing the door shut behind him. The room dimmed as the light from outside blocked out. "But if ya apologise, I'ma let you have it a bit longer."

"Ok ok, sorry!" You smile sheepishly, reaching a hand to the hat. "There, can I keep it for longer?"

Boothill looked at you with a raised eyebrow, as if you were joking. "That it?"

"Well, else do you want me to say?" You stood there, a bit dumbfounded.

He stared for a second longer before edging himself closer, his face close to yours, bionic fingers tracing up and down your neck. "C'mon, apologise properly."

He tipped the hat up by the brim to expose your eyes better to him. He leaned down, the sharp edges of his teeth latching onto the soft skin of your cheek, pressing hard enough that they'd definitely leave jagged crescent-shaped scars in the morning.

He moved some hair away from your neck, his voice low against your ear as he nibbled across your jaw, "C'mon sweetcheeks, I know ya can work that mouth better than tha't. What happened to all tha't smart talk from before, hm?"

A flushed heat crawled up your neck, dusting your cheeks a rosy pink even in the dim light. It took a moment, before your quickening gasps dissolved into stutters, "A-ah, that was a j-joke…"

"A j-j-joke?" He laughed low against your ear, playfully mocking your stutter, "But you look to be takin' it real serious, sweetheart."

He paused, before licking a long stipe down from your jaw down to your collar bone. "M'still wanting that pretty lil' apology. C'mon."

God, his tongue was going to drive you insane-

You let out a shaky breath, lowering your hand from the hat on your head to place comfortably on his metal shoulder plates. "Hey hey, sorry sorry, I won't steal your hat again, ah—!"

You gasped, almost buckling over as Boothill planted a particularly mean bite through the thin skin of your collarbone.

Glancing down through hazy eyes, you watched as he swiped his tongue over his teeth, licking away the small beads of blood across his jagged dentures. "Ya said that last time too, darlin'."

Your grip tightened on his shoulders, "C'mon, I mean it this… t-time-!"

Your eyes widened, watching Boothill's teeth latch onto the neckline of your dress, yanking it roughly until it ripped. You yelped at the sudden rush of cool air against your bare chest, nipples hardening under the sudden exposure.

"Boothill!" Your arms snapped around the obnoxious tear in your clothes. "The door's practically still open!"

He chuckled, tracing a line with his sharp teeth along your breast.

He raised an eyebrow, "No bra? Yer askin' for it now, sweetheart."

Your face felt really warm again, excuses coming out nothing more than mutters, "I-It… was really warm, today…"

"Aight then, darlin'," he cupped his metal palms under your thighs, hoisting you up until you sat on the window sill, your back pressed against the pane of the window. "Besides, if we get caught, then they jus' gonna havet' give us some privacy…"

You gulped away any nervousness as he shyed away your arms from your chest. He trailed his mouth down your teared bodice, ripping fabric as he went, until he reached the waistline of your dress. He paused for a moment, before ripping a tear down it, right to the hem of the skirt, the sliced fabric falling either side of your thighs.

Goosebumps raced up the exposed skin of your thighs, eyeing when he knelt down, two loud clanks as the metal joints of his knees hit the floor.

He grinned at the sight of the thin fabric of your underwear, running his teeth along his teeth again.

"What pretty panties, hm? Was half expectin' yer to be bare down here too, sweetheart." He lifted your right leg over his shoulder. "Shame 'm gonna rip 'em so soon."

"Hey—! Come on, c-careful!" You shivered slightly as his canines hooked around the stretchy fabric, piercing a hole in them.

"Right darlin'. It's ya punishment for not apologisin'."

"H-huh—?"

There was a staggered ripping sound as your underwear ripped from top corner to bottom corner, the material coming off with the dragging of his teeth.

You yelp, gripping his hair, "You—! Are you going to fucking shred everything I'm wearing—?!"

"Yeah, am plannin' on it, darlin'." He chuckled before trailing his tongue up your slit, already a drooling mess between your legs.

You shiver, your fingers gripping his hair tighter, the door cracked open only making your heart race faster. Oh Aeons, if someone were to see you exposed to him like this, pressed up against the window—

"Shh, relax sweetheart. The thrill's the best part. Jus' breathe for me, ok?" He began to rub up and down your slit, his voice soothing and his thumb lingering at your clit for a moment too long just to force a whine out of you. "But if I were ya, I'd start apologisin' if you wanna cum this time."

"H-haah—?!"

He didn't respond to your breathless protest, but circled two fingers around your entrance, watching amused as slick pooled on his fingertips. "Stubborn? Y'need some encouragement, do ya?"

He licked a long stripe up again letting tongue swirl around your clit before slipping a finger in, his mouth still hot against your folds.

He grinned and looked up at your nervous expression melting into pleasure, his head leaning against the inside of your thigh. "There y'go, sweetheart, ain't that feel good?"

"Hnngh—!" You desperately tried to roll your hips on his finger, only to fail and your body halt into a series stutters.

"Really fudgin' desperate, are we?" He laughed a little, sucking in a breath. "Hol' on, darlin', I'll find it."

He slid his finger in and out tantalisingly slow, his tongue brushing over your clit; you could feel the steel of his teeth occasionally that irked your body with shocks of pleasure. Content with your faltering ego, he slipped another finger in, the stretch making you wince before whining.

"B-boothill, 'm sorry, please-let-me-just, a-ah—!" Your eyes widen, one hand curved over and gripping the window sill and the other firmly on his hair.

"Hm, what's that darlin'?" He stupidly grins, his bottom lip glossed over with spit and your arousal. "Didn't quite hear ya…"

He curled his two fingers upwards, the rubber pads on his fingertips pressing firmly against that sweet spot deep inside you.

"F-fuckkknngh…" Your eyes roll out of focus, hips subcounciously rocking against his bent fingers and your back arched until your head pressed against the window pane — with the hat still on.

He clicked his tongue. "There. 'M found it. Now where are my sorries and Iwontdoitagain's?" He began to pump the two fingers in and out, roughly pressing against that sweet spot every thrust of them. "Still want a proper apology, sweetheart—"

He stays substantially quiet — amiss a few amused hums and chuckles — listening to your flurry of apologies and letting you listen to the sloppy squelches of your cunt.

"God, I'm sorry— I won't—"

"Oh, is that so, darlin'?"

"H-hn, god, I won't do it again—!"

"Sure ya won't, darlin'…" He sucked in a breath, voice shaky between your legs, before picking up the pace with a stupid grin on his face, flashing his shark teeth. You whine, rocking your hips in helpless stutters, your pussy openly accepting the change in pace and clenching around his digits while he curls them deeper and quicker inside of you. "Fuckfuckfuckk— I'm sorry, sorrysorry— pleasejust—"

Boothill grinned at your mush of words. Your mouth hung open, chewing at your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to muffle the drunk blabbles that spilled out of your mouth.

He mutters, his voice low between your trembling thighs, "C'mon sweetheart, y'mouth can beg better than that." He rolls his tongue over your clit again, pumping his fingers in and out, sticky threads leaking from your cunt and sprawling between his fingers and the sides of your thighs.

You clenched your eyes shut, tears pricking at your eyes, "Boothill, c'mon, 'm sorryyy— w-won't do it again— promise—!"He lets out a low hum, gently flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue— oh god, his damned tongue. A flash of panic spread across your face, feeling him begin to slow down.

"Or what, sweetheart?" He experimentally twisted his hand agonisingly slow as he pumped in and out, pistoning your cunt with his fingers at deeper angles, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

"Please, 'm gonna — hic — c-cum—!" Tears began pricking at your eyes, "God, please, fuck, I've learned my lesson —!" Your pleas come out in choked sobs, "Please don't — hic — slow down—!"

"Attagirl," He grinned, the flat steel of his teeth pressed up against your slit as his tongue flit over that bundle of nerves at the tip that drove you insane, quicker this time, "Jus' a bit more, yeah?"

He slid in for a final time and jerked his hand upwards, settling his fingers into you, firmly hooking repeatedly into that sweet spot. His voice and laugh were teasing, vibrations low and tempting between the plush of your thighs. "C'mon — make a real fudgin' mess on m'face, sweetheart."

"B-boothill, 'm gonna—!"

Your fingers grip the smooth locks of his hair, head pushed against the glass, his name shamelessly spilling out of your mouth. Specks of white flash from behind your eyes, vision going hazy and choked moans straggering from your throat.

You hear him chuckle lightly underneath you, cooing at the clench around his fingers and the gushes of viscid liquid coating his tongue, lips and fingers so well.

He slowly pulled away after rubbing strangely vexing circles a few more times inside you. He glances up at you with a satisfied grin, his mouth and chin glossy with your fluids.

Lowering your thigh from his shoulder, he let it dangle back over the window sill before standing up with a loud scrape of his metal joints against the floor.

He cleaned his fingers clean of the sheeny, pretty slick with his tongue and making sure to roll them around in his mouth before taking them out with a 'pop—!'

"Real mess y'made, sweetcheeks." He grinned, flashing his teeth at you, as he used the back of his hand to wipe away any remnants. "Tastes real good, though."

"H-hnn…" Your voice came out rough and croaky, your head lolling to one side, setting the hat to tumble off your head.

He snapped a hand to the hat, placing it back on your head with a mischievious smile, "No no, keep it on. Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so y'got it."

You blink for a few moments, regaining your breath, "Oh, fuck you—!"

"With pleasure—"

"What am I going to wear when getting out of here?! At least you're clothed!" You motion to the sliced fabric on either side of your legs, and the ripped bodice of your dress hanging on dear threads.

With your comment, he slipped off and discarded his jacket that didn't even cover much anyway.

"Ya won't need anythin' for a while now, darlin'. Think of it when we get there." Boothill laughed, flicking away the torn rags. "Besides, y'look good with just the hat on. Think I've put your mouth to enough good use too."

You lick your lips, opening your mouth to say something but quickly shutting it again at the swift unbuckling of his belt; it heaves down to his thighs from the weight of the cartridges hung on it.

His fingers travel, hitching onto a cock of metal plates, the edges of them encased in thick black rubber right from the girth until reaching a swollen tip of black rubber.

You sharply breathe, eyeing the scale-like texture, taking note of every rib on it as it lined up against you. You suddenly blush at the realisation of mouth almost salivating, muttering, "You so owe me a new dress after this—"

Boothill let out an amused hum, one hand wiping a line of drool from your lip then trailing down to your tits, cupping the flesh with cold metal fingers. You shiver, the skin on your chest pebbled with goosebumps before gasping at a sudden bite along the sensitive skin.

"—?!"

The quick spike of pain quickly subsided into a tingly sort of pleasure as Boothill's tongue drove around the swelling mark, peppering a few more as he went until he was so bent over into you that his cock pushed up against your pussy, the metal cool against your puffy and swollen clit.

"Ah, fudge, darlin'—" He grits his teeth, feeling the warmness of you just on his tip. He huffs a little, barely fitting it in voice raspy as his face is buried into your neck. "Open up a bit, sweetheart will ya—?"

He backs away for a moment to grab both of your legs, hooking them firmly over his shoulders. You groaned at the stretch, keeping both hands on the window sill in desperation. He grinned at your pussy spread wider over his tip now, clenching around it and sheening the bulb of rubber with slick. "There y'go…"

He groaned, breathing shaky as he slid it slowly. "A-ah, God—"

"A-ah, God—" Your eyes widen, rolling out of focus from feeling every metal rib of his cock push into you, forcing it thick and hard into your cunt until it reached the base. You tense, locking your legs around his neck. "Fuck, I told you to be careful—!"

He let out a shaky laugh, "Sorry 'bout that darlin'—"

He places one hand on the window sill for leverage, the other coming to press the hat down on your head. With a sharp breath in, he begins to move, deep long strokes at first to make sure you felt every bump along the scale-plating of his cock against your walls.

And, god, did it drive you insane; the texture was too much, almost sending your sending your already-sensitive pussy into overstimulation. "Hnn, t-too much —! Boothillholdon, itsgonnahmph—!"

"Jus' relax, darlin', you've taken it before…" He whispers low into your ear, stressing the pace of his movements, losing himself in the warmth of your cunt and grinning at your indecipherable mush of words spilling from your mouth again. Muffled groans escape as he listens to your moans, picking up the pace.

You subconciously roll your hips against the thrusting of his cock, every metal plate rubbing smooth and hard against your walls, the thick rubber of his tip hitting hard against your g-spot.

"Killer hips y'got there, baby—" He cooes breathlessly in your ear, his own voice breaking as he thrust in and out of your sopping cunt. You flush a deep red, your face now hot and bothered when you realise how desperate you were against his cock.

You open your mouth to reply, probably with something smart but your lips are greeted with the stark taste of iron and your own slick on his tongue as his mouth kisses yours shut. You whine through his lips, feeling his tongue deep in your mouth until your whole body shivered and tingled. You tried to keep your eyes open, only to end up crossing them over in a fucked-out haze.

Your legs trembled over his shoulders, locking him tighter in place to bully his cock deeper into your cunt. His eyes widened at the lock, then he grinnned.

"Fudge, y'not lettin' m'get away, are ya—?" He groaned before huffing out a laugh, finally lowering his hand from the hat on your head to place them both on your hips, roughly slamming them onto him to target that sweet spot inside you.

"Hnn — hic — god, m'gonna—" Your words come out slobbery, your lips glossed over and drooling.

"C'mon, pretty, cum f'me…" He dug the metal of his fingers into your hips, his own beginning to stutter and shake as he moved. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your clit in uneven circles to drag the orgasm out of you. "Make a real mess, sweetheart—"

Patches of white and yellow flash behind your eyes, your hips buckling forward. You let out a long choked moan that stuttered with every slackening thrust of his hips that gummed your insides with thick ropey spills of cum.

Gently, he slowed until the stimulation against your slit burned off, leaving you tingly and weak. Weak enough to finally let go of the leg lock you had on his neck.

The grip on your hips slackened as he pulled away, whistling at the mess between you both. He took a moment to watch the white slick drip between your legs. "Feel full as a tick yet, darlin'?"

You tried to respond, but your whole body almost lolled to the side, only stopped quickly by his arm. He gazed down at you, stupidly grinning and laughing at the sight. "What'd I say, darlin'? I did shut up that smart mouth of yours." He clicked his tongue in thought, "Even got m'self the cutest little apologies—"

With any remaining energy you had, you playfully whacked him on the arm and cut him off, to which he faked a wince. He had forgotten the bodily difference in stamina between you two.

"Ouch— fudge, darlin', at least you got some spark left in ya. Fine, 'ma buy you a… no, ten dresses in turn, 'kay?" He pressed a small kiss on your forehead then eyed the dimly lit room, catching sight of the hat that had tumbled off your head at some point and the jacket he had teasingly thrown off. "For now, 'm jacket and that hat are gonna have to do."

"Oh, fuck you—" You scoff, your head in the curl of his elbow.

He smiled, running his hand through your hair. "C'mon, y'wanted to wear that hat so badly. Y'looked real good in it…"

♡ Please do not modify, steal, plagarise or post on other platforms without asking. Thank you!

[ariascoven]

✹ ── WORK FOR IT.

PAIRING : professor!lilia calderu x reader

CONTENT + WARNINGS : female reader. legal age gap. power imbalance. annoyed lilia. pet names (darling, baby, angel, sweetheart & little one). smut. hair pulling. semi-public sex. oral and fingering (lilia receiving). praise and degradation kink. mommy kink, reader calls lilia mamma. marking, biting and hickeys. nursing kink, no lactation.

WORD COUNT : 2.9k

A/N : keep in mind i have no idea how university works. i didn't even finish high school lmao, don't expect much from me

AO3 | MASTERLIST

Shit, shit, shit. You fucked up. You fucked up terribly - and uncharacteristically - bad. With your busy schedule and scrambled brain, you ended up completely forgetting about the upcoming test with Ms. Calderu. Your heart clenched just from the mere thought of leaving the woman you admired so much disappointed, dreading the stern look you would receive from those brown eyes the moment you stepped into the classroom hours late, after her class had already ended.

Your hurried footsteps were the only sound echoing around the empty hallways, given everyone else was in their respective classrooms, but you knew Lilia’s was empty at the moment, the older woman being probably the only one. Your breath came in gasps as you quickened the speed of your pace, practically running like a crazed woman through the university building in hopes of reaching your destination in time — although the clock on your wrist told you that was an impossible thing to happen. Panting, you pushed the huge door open with a loud bang.

With wide eyes, you were immediately met with a familiar grey-haired woman sitting behind her desk, the fancy glasses framing her stern face stealing the breath from your lungs — a sight you would usually melt for. Instead, the cold gaze she shot up made your arms drop loosely by your sides in shame, head tipping down as the floor suddenly became incredibly interesting.

“Come closer.” She ordered, voice rough, the demanding tone she used inflicting unwanted feelings on your body. Slowly, you dragged your feet across the empty room and towards her. Lilia watched in complete silence, impatiently tapping her pen against the surface of her desk, covered with papers and an unfinished mug of black coffee. Her narrowed eyes scanned your body as you stopped in front of her desk, head downcast.

God, you couldn't even face the woman. She had showered you with praise and compliments when you told her you were the first student to arrive for the English test just a few days back, only for you to commit such a huge mistake when it came to hers — the test she said you would flawlessly get the highest grade of the class, as always. After being so late, you knew she wouldn’t allow you to take the test. You fought back the urge to cry.

“Three hours ago.” She spoke slowly in a tone lower than usual, dragging out each word as if to make her point as clear as day. “You have the audacity to walk into my classroom three hours late.” Her anger only grew at your avoidance, eyes locked onto your feet and stubbornly refusing to look at her. She crossed her arms over the desk, leaning forward and speaking louder.

“When I speak,” she began, the noise of her pen dropping onto the desk louder than it should be and making you wince. “I expect you to look at me and not at the floor, young lady.” She observed intently as you looked up, taking way too long and deepening her annoyance — first, it was your irresponsibility with the test, and then you move like you’re in slow motion while she just wants to get the damned conversation over with.

A shiver ran down your spine and raised goosebumps on your skin when you met the older woman’s gaze. Your hands found their way to your chest, fingers entwined and fiddling with each other as you remained quiet, waiting for her to resume her scolding; a well deserved one.

“I don’t even have the words to describe what I’m feeling right now because disappointment doesn't even begin to grasp the concept of it.” The words slipping from your adored professor’s lips cut right through your heart like a sword aimed to kill, the tears threatening to spill from your eyes becoming harder to fight against as your lips trembled.

“You don’t need to be so mean.” You said quietly, barely above a whisper, voice trembling. Your stomach turned at the pure annoyance displayed on Lilia’s face, eyes narrowing further as she clicked her tongue. You noticed the way she gripped the edge of her desk — something she only did when her anger was getting the best of her, usually shown before she yelled at a student, which she rarely did. Fuck, you were screwed.

“Darling, you have no idea how mean I can get when someone I put my entire trust in fails me.” She almost growled, eyes darkening. “One hour, I could maybe forgive. But three? That’s just testing my patience.” She shook her head subtly. And she was right. Being on time was one of the rules she could never forgive a student for breaking, but for you, exceptions had always been made. But three hours would be stretching it, especially during exam season — especially when it was the most important test of the semester.

“Lilia—” you tried to speak, but were quickly cut off by the woman herself, sounding louder.

“It’s Ms. Calderu to you.” Your eyes widened. Neither you or her could remember how long you’d been on a first name basis. Calling her Lilia was never a problem, so hearing her snap at you because of that shocked you speechless, lips parted as you could only stare in disbelief.

The beat of silence that followed the exchange made you shift uncomfortably, the room heaving with tension and unspoken feelings. You had an idea to repair the situation, something that would make Lilia stop being mad at you and maybe, just maybe, could recover your lost grade. Deciding to give it a shot, you swallowed thickly.

“Ms. Calderu,” you breathed out, obeying and stepping closer to the desk. Your hands found their way to the wood surface, body leaning down just the slightest bit, all of that without breaking eye contact even for a split second. “I’m truly sorry. I acknowledge my irresponsibility and that I committed a huge mistake, and I am fully willing to repair it. Is there any chance you could allow me to take the test? I would do anything.”

The implication in your words was no secret, clear for anyone to hear. Lilia wasn’t dumb. She paused for a few moments, eyes raking over your body before meeting yours once more. She hummed in thought, leaning back against her chair and tilting her head to the side. “Anything, you say?” The words dripped from her lips in a purr, one that made you throb with need.

You hummed in agreement, eyes glimmering with shaky confidence as you tried to keep your cool. At the confirmation, she spread her legs fully and nodded down, a silent request — or rather, a silent order. The message was understood immediately, and you moved just as quickly. You found your way under her desk and between her legs, staring up with puppy eyes and caressing her thighs over the smooth fabric of her pants.

Her hand found its way to your head, gripping a fistful of hair with a grip so bruising it made you wince and whine in pain. She pulled your head back with a harsh tug. “If you want a good grade,” her free hand reached down to trace imaginary patterns on the exposed skin of your neck, making you shiver. “You need to work for it.”

She didn’t have to say anything more, those words being enough to have you desperately pulling the zipper of her pants down. She helps you pull the pants down to her ankles by lifting her hips, lust filled eyes studying your every movement. In all honesty, it wouldn't be the first time you’d done something like this with Lilia, nor the first time you’d done it inside the classroom, but she’d always close the door and lock it. This time, though, you knew the door was unlocked — you didn’t think about closing it, not expecting the scolding to turn into something more.

The possibility of getting caught made your heart thump rapidly against your chest as you pulled her underwear to the side. Although the professor’s favorite thing in the world was teasing you, she wasn’t one to be teased. She noticed your eagerness to please her and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, the sound turning into a gasp when your tongue met her flesh.

You let out a pleased hum, eyes fluttering. God, you missed it — the sweetest thing your tongue ever had the pleasure to taste. Your tongue moved gently, sliding up and down in small kitten licks against her wet folds, relishing in the moans she let out whenever your nose brushed against her clit. She held onto your hair once more, pushing your face further into her pussy. Your scalp burned under the rough treatment, but nothing would possibly make you stop.

Lilia groaned in annoyance when the kitten licks stopped, but quickly melted when your pretty lips wrapped around her clit and sucked on it harshly. “Just like that, baby.” The next groan was a sound of pure pleasure, her head falling backwards and resting against the chair as her eyes closed. You always knew just what to do to make her feel good, and it was moments like this that reminded her just how much she needed you. No one could make her see stars the way that you did, ever.

“Good girl.” She praised, voice sounding breathless. She ran her fingers through your hair, hips bucking up against your face, seeking her pleasure. Her movements stuttered when she felt her climax approaching — way too quickly for her own liking. How was it possible? How did you make her cum so fast without fail, every single time she allowed you to touch her in secret? “Fuck, angel…” she moaned, the sound causing your own hips to buck against the floor, like nothing but a stupid and needy puppy in heat.

“Goodness… you’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” You moaned against her, the words only serving to make you embarrassingly wet, soaking through your underwear. “Eating your teacher out, and for what? To recover the grade you were incompetent enough to lose. You dumb baby…” Lust clouded your mind and turned forming coherent thoughts an impossible task to complete with the way her hips bucked against your face and the words leaving her lips — degrading, but that, for some reason, made you feel like the most special girl in the whole universe.

The noises slipping past her lips became louder, shameless, as your tongue began delving deeper, exploring every inch of her. Your gaze never faltered from her eyes as you kept tongue-fucking her, feeling dizzy with the way her scent filled your nostrils. Your own breathing became ragged, coming in small gasps, feeling her walls fluttering. It was an indicator that a final push was all she needed to cum on the spot. And you craved it; the taste of it, the smell of it, the warmth of it on your tongue and running down your throat as you lapped up everything she had to offer you.

“Fucking hell!” Her eyes widened, words coming out in an exclaim of surprise at the two fingers that plunged inside of her without previous warning, her walls clamping down, trying to accommodate them. Not very difficult to do so, with the way she was dripping, thighs glistening with her own wetness. What a sight to behold.

You focused on the movements of your hand, fingers thrusting in and out of Lilia at a steady, hard pace. Your lips latched onto the wet skin of her thighs, distributing licks and open-mouthed kisses. When you began planting hickeys all over her, leaving a trail of purple marks that definitely wouldn’t go away so soon, that was the breaking point, curse after curse falling from her lips.

Hickeys and love bites had always been one of her weaknesses, and you knew it damn well. The thought of marking someone drove her wild and made her possessive side flare up, hence why your poor skin was always left covered in bruises after your meetings behind closed doors. The fact you wanted to claim her as yours made her mind spin, fingers tightening their grip onto your hair and hips moving at a frantic pace.

“Does that feel good, mamma?” You questioned softly, the vibrations coming from your voice against Lilia’s skin eliciting a gasp from her. She looked down with heavy lidded eyes and nodded, humming as her teeth tugged at her bottom lip.

“You’re so good for mamma, sweetheart. Knows just how— ah!” She moaned, eyes shutting when your digits began hitting her g-spot over and over again. “Just how to make mamma melt for you.” Her hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck, gripping it to keep you close.

Your cunt throbbed at the sight of Lilia cupping her own breast, hand sliding under the fabric of her shirt to fondle with the plump flesh. You wanted to taste her there too, to latch onto her nipple and never let go. Flashbacks of your first time with the woman replayed in the back of your mind, her words coming back to remind you of your place. “Always remember, little one. You can only have mamma’s tits after you make her cum.”

The echo inside your brain encouraged you to add a third finger inside her, moaning at the same time she did, completely obsessed with the way her eyes rolled back with the stretch. You curled your fingers with each thrust, palm deliciously hitting her clit with each movement. You started to give the bundle of nerves attention once more, sucking and flicking your tongue against it. Lilia’s pussy gripped your fingers like a vice, clenching and pulling them deeper inside her.

“God, what would I do without you?” She asked, more to herself than to you, in a broken whisper. Her free hand moved from holding onto the armrest of the chair to her mouth, and she bit down onto it to muffle the embarrassingly loud noises coming from the usually composed woman. With lips still wrapped around her clit, you smiled, that overwhelming sense of pride washing over you at the way you easily broke your professor. How many people had the honor to say they’ve had Lilia Calderu melting for them like that? You didn’t want to know the real answer, holding onto the only one you knew — you could.

“Mamma, please cum for me?” Sparkling puppy eyes stared up at the woman as you pleaded. “Need your tits in my mouth, mamma.” If there was one thing in the world Lilia was a hundred percent sure of, was that you would be the death of her. You were a tempting little thing, with your big adoring eyes; and she wouldn’t trade having you begging her to cum for anything else.

She let out a muffled groan and her body arched from the chair as she felt the familiar coil in her stomach snap, an exploding orgasm turning her vision white. She trembled, a chain of profanities falling from her lips like a sinful chant as she found her release, coating your hand. You lapped up every drop with hunger, letting out needy moans and soft hums, the desperate sounds making it clear you could remain the way for the rest of your existence, if there was a possibility.

A rough grunt was heard as she slumped back down onto the chair, head falling backwards. Removing your fingers, you brought them to your lips and sucked them clean, observing the way Lilia’s chest moved with her heavy breathing. Like the obedient thing you were, you stayed in your kneeling position between her legs, waiting for the woman to come down from her high patiently.

When she looked down, with dazed brown eyes and a thin layer of sweat covering her face, she offered you a lazy side grin. A hand patted her thigh, inviting you to take your favorite seat. Without a second thought, you obeyed, climbing onto her lap and immediately fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement, hands finding your waist.

She sighed in contentment as you fred her breasts from the shirt and pulled her bra down, taking a nipple into your mouth. “You know, I could lose my job over this.” She spoke softly, fingers rubbing the skin under your shirt in a gentle caress, gazing lovingly at her little angel all curled up on her lap and getting drunk off her tits.

“Why do you even like this so much, hm? It’s not like there’s any milk, there.” She loved poking fun at you over your fondness of her breasts, being able to stay in that exact same position for hours, if given the chance. You only batted your lashes up at her, causing her to chuckle once more, incredulous. “You’re out of this world, little one.”

You closed your eyes, feeling at home — rather ironic, to say the least, that your definition of home was being on your university history professor’s lap, being held like a baby with her breast inside your mouth while you could still taste her cum on your tongue. Your eyes opened when you remembered the reason you got on your knees in the first place. You looked up, reluctantly pulling away from her tit to speak, but she cut off any words you wanted to say.

“You got the highest grade, by the way.”

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[kyoukorpse]

Hmm.!

So... I'm just gonna address these all in one go. cracks all my fingers.

First of all, ascended!Chirin is technically one of like... four solid different endings I've thought of for them in their AU. i think they're all fun to play with, but the first three I've thought of are definitely not so great in regards to them ever getting better or gaining back their full autonomy, or even a semblance of normalcy.

I'll try and answer the questions real quick before I mention the fourth and most recent ending my brain came up with.

"Does Chirin ever regain their mind?"

"Ascended"? No. in "Bliss"? Not really either. in "HttC" they do after their son usurps them but it's a really rough process that leaves them resentful and full of anger for a long time.

"What happens to their relationship with Narinder? How is he throughout this?"

In the endings where Chirin ascends and leaves the cult it obviously puts a somewhat loose split to their relationship. It doesn't formally end, but obviously their relationship can't continue with one of them being GONE lmao also the fact that as Chirin lost their mind they lost connection to their emotions as a mortal and their feelings withered regardless. Narinder doesn't fare too well through out this but in the endings where Chirin leaves they have a child that he's taking care of and his priorities are there. To me he doesn't have the spoons or skills to help Chirin and doesn't know what they need, but who would.

In "Bliss" their mind degrades a bit but only so much so they're able to live relatively "happy" as a family and with Chirin still around and leading, but it's iffy because it doesn't leave Chirin whole and there's progress and growth they'll never have because they more or less stagnate as a person. It's not the best ending to me because someone who can't move forward or move on in general doesn't really get the best ending. Life involves progress and there's none in this ending.

"What does Narinder think of the changes? Does he try to stop it?"

In "Ascended" and "HttC" it's one of those gradual changes that shows slight differences here and there over centuries and by the time he notices how far it's gone it's too late. It's also hard because Chirin has a savior complex and they do and say odd things that seem to come out of nowhere all the time. The little changes over time concern him and he takes note of them but the sudden changes happen so few and far between that they seem like isolated incidents until their overall altered personality is more than noticeable and by then there's not much that can be done, and what could be done, he isn't sure he wants to try and risk the consequences doing something that might backfire on Chirin and their psyche.

When he realizes Chirin is becoming a person he no longer recognizes it's gutting, but what can you do. How do you reverse such a thing?

"Would the bishops be alive during this period?"

Yes, they are alive through this in "Ascended" and "HttC" they decide to keep their golden skull necklaces to be with Narinder and Azriel after Chirin leaves. In "Bliss" they live a normal lifespan.

"Has his positions/duties changed over the years? How has his relationship with Chirin evolved?"

THIS question I won't answer right now, because I can actually answer this eventually with something I'm working on that I've started this week.

So... rubs my little hands together. The fourth and most recent ending I've come up with is actually what I would consider a good ending for them and everyone involved. I honestly didn't see a way out for Chirin for a while given the circumstances I gave them but, ykno... Rambling and talking headcanons with friends always gets the gears turning (:

So the good ending is what I'm working with on this new project that I'm actually having a lot of fun with already and am very excited to continue with for as long as I can. I genuinely want to see it through to the end, fingers crossed for hyperfixation brain.

With that in mind, keep an eye out!! Should have the first part up soon!! Maybe within the next week, or even this weekend!

[missdaytonawrites]

tr@ck 07 • e. williams

summary - perv!ellie hc's!

WC - 1k

cw/tw - as always, MDNI! 18+ content, ellie williams is a DAWG lmao, afab!reader, hyper-fem coded!reader, dub-con, mentions of marijiuana and paraphernalia, smut smut smuuuut, talk of strap-ons, fingering (r!receiving) and more lol.

A/N - hey slay queens and kings and things, no i dont want to talk about the phantom fic lolsies maybe one day i'll just quit bringing it up! this is to tie you nasty bitches over while i work on this little surprisssseeeeeeeee oooooohhh. and also! yes i am abbys specialest little princess but i love me some of ellie. so here! maybe this will be the catalyst for an ellabs fic

"met a girl who likes my body, said she wants to break your teeth."

• its already established within the tlou community, that ellie williams is a PERV! but like.. in my head? shes pervy like..

• she stares for just a little too long when you change in front of her. literally has to talk herself down from letting at a low whistle upon seeing the swell of your breasts.

• always finds a way to get you into lingerie stores when you two go out. lowkey ends up picking out every piece you buy bc… you love listening to her.

• perv!ellie cannot watch you eat/drink certain things because of the implied sensuality. popsicles? nope. pasta? absolutely not. drinking out of a straw? she’s gotta go.

• she was 110% the first person who got you high. quickly making it a habit, because you are even more pliant when you get all stoned.

• speaking of? in addition to your astonishing obedience when ya’ get all fucked up, ellie williams cannot deny how much she loves watching you wrap your lips around a pipe.

• the first time you get high with her, your eyes glaze over and your nipples harden through your little tank. she would scoot closer and flick one, “look at that, doll!” you just giggle and she waves the pipe in front of your face. “ain't it silly the way this stuff works!”

• takes secret photos of you laughing, bending over, getting dressed.

• perv!ellie dances with you in the kitchen. dancing turns into wrestling, and she loves wrestling because of how close she gets to be to you.

• brings you around her friends to show you off, like she doesn't get upset when they very obviously eye you. “this one’s mine. so back off..” she would tell them when one asks your relationship status.

• she sneaks little touches to your thighs or waist when you sleep.

• one night when you wake up from her touch and ask “whats goin’ on, els?” she just hushes you and tells you that “all friends do this, silly.” as she pulls you closer, spooning you. “just makin’ sure you sleep reeeal good!” later that night she def lets a few fingers slip beneath your panties.

• i’m a firm believer in the fact that ellie used to get stoned and go people-watching, used to. now she gets stoned and goes “you-watching.” like, since meeting you, her favorite pastime has become sparkin’ up, and watching you! things like picking up your room, baking, doing your makeup or hair. its all so interesting, you are so interesting.

• she steals your panties 100%. and maybe shoves them in her face when she touches herself. :0

• always finds a way to bring up sex. she will, without a doubt, ask you blatant questions about what's happening in your sex life. all she gets out of you is your detailed explanation on how you masturbate.

• you would tell her sometimes it's difficult to keep going at a certain point and that you don't think you’ve ever made yourself cum.

• and when she hears that? her eyes go wide. her mind runs rampid with filthy ideas. she feels like she's dreaming when she asks if you would show her, and you say yes..

• she could see the hesitation in your eyes at the questions first proposal… but ellie, ever the charmer, prods until she hears what she wants.

• pulling you close and hushing you, she would say: “this is normal baby, cross my heart!” then throw her hands up in defense before leaning in to close the space between you two.

• after that, her hands are everywhereee!!! on your waist, sliding up your back then down to squeeze your ass, up again to tangle in your hair and then dropping the slightest bit to cup your face.

• when she reaches further down and realizes that you aren't wearing any panties she swears you’re trying to kill her.

• “forgot how to put on panties sweetheart?” she’d chuckle at you, then spit on her fingers and resume her assault on your core.

• her fingers inside and her breath on your neck make it hard for you to speak but, even then you manage to tell her, “no! didnt forget els!” and so she laughs some more, stops touching you and prys, “well then where’d your cute little panties go, doll?”

• in that moment, you let out an exasperated breath and come clean. “hnng! they got all sticky and hot when i thought about seeing you today, so i took em’ off!!!” you sound on the verge of tears.

• perv!ellie could no longer take it, she pushes you down onto your bed and starts to work on you. slender fingers circling your clit and she bites and licks at your neck. “yeah? got all excited ‘cause i was comin’ over?”

• when you dont answer her.. she gathers up a rather obscene glob of your arousal and brings it up to swipe across your nose, like you're a little puppy in trouble.

• “i asked you a question doll, its rude to ignore people.” all you could offer her was a long, incoherent string of whines with a possible “yes!” thrown in there somewhere.

• at that point, it doesn't take her more than fifteen minutes to finger you to completion, and have her strap on and ready for you.

• ellie fucks into you with nothing but unbridled stamina. never letting up, no, how could she? shes been waiting for this.

• and god, you look like heaven personified underneath her. she was convinced she could cum on the spot from that alone.

• after about 4 orgasms from your end, ellie has to literally pull herself away from you.

• perv!ellie could stay so deep in your pussy for hours on end, she would never leave if she didn't have to. she could work on you until you saw starts.

• the little perv quickly turns into a massive simp the second your head hits her chest and your eyelids flutter.

• “n-no doll, gotta clean you up.” but she just simply cannot stop having you near her, so she carries you to the bathroom and wipes you off.

• the encounter has you woken up a bit and when she gets you back into your room she lays you down, then searches around the floor for her pants.

• pulling out a joint and a lighter, she says “can’t just fuck you like that and not smoke you out after..”

• perv!ellie sleeps like a goddamn baby that night, the taste of you still on her tounge and her head on your tummy.

hope the ellie giiirls love this! happy 4th to those who celebrate ✨

[callme-holly]

I NEED A KENICKE WHERE HES WITH READER AND HES JUST BEING SUPER LOVEY DOVEY OUT OF NOWHERE IN FRONT OF FRIENDS (he’s a little tipsy) AND THE GUYS START MAKING FUN A LITTLE BIT AND ITS JS ADORABLE

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐲 [𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚/𝐧- some more kenickie stuff bc y'all seem to rlly like it LMAO

The drive-in was surprisingly busy, and despite the movie being long since over, the sun dipping just below the horizon, nobody seemed in a rush to get home. You were perched on the hood of Kenickie’s car, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders as he traced lazy patterns against the fabric of your shirt. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, and you tried desperately to ignore the way his breath fanned across your skin, his lips brushing soft kisses along your jawline. 

It was becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on the conversation going on around you, and you’d instead settled for brief nods or hums whenever you deemed necessary. It was rare for him to be this affectionate; sure, he could be touchy, but that was nothing compared to this. He was being sweet and quiet, something entirely out of character for him, although you could probably chalk it up to the few beers he'd downed at some point during the movie. 

Your hand came up to thread through his hair as his lips trailed lower, and you shifted slightly, a gentle reminder of where exactly you were. He made a low, dissatisfied noise, pulling back so that his chin merely rested on your shoulder, his eyes half-lidded as he returned to the conversation, only half listening.

"What'd you say, Zuko?" He mumbles, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as everyone turns to look at the two of you, taking in your more than cosy state, Kenickie hanging off of you without a care in the world.

Danny raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. "You'd know if you were listening." His tone is teasing, and the other guys all break out into hushed snickers, elbowing each other knowingly. 

"Yeah, what's the matter, Kenickie? Can't keep your hands to yourself now?" Sonny grins, and Kenickie shoots him a glare that silences the group immediately.

"Nah, just can't stand to listen to you dorks." He pulls you closer, and you shake your head softly, batting away his hand as it begins to make its way beneath your shirt, the action causing him to huff quietly. "You're just all jealous that I can keep my girl happy." He nuzzles against your neck again, earning another round of laughs and little digs, all of which he shoots down with a sharp. "Shut your traps."

"Kenickie..." you murmur, your fingers tracing absentminded circles on his bare arm. "Be nice." The way you say it is as if you're talking to a child, a light smile playing about your lips, and his expression instantly softens into a dopey grin, leaning his forehead on yours.

"Come on, baby... I am bein' nice." There’s something in his voice that causes you to pause; the sheer adoration laced in his tone makes your breath catch and your face grow warm. He reaches up to trace your jaw gently before moving forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Let's get outta here. Please?" 

It doesn't take too much convincing for you to agree, although you don't exactly trust his driving abilities with the state he's in, but he refuses to even let you sit behind the wheel, let alone drive. So instead, you end up sitting in the passenger seat, your seat, his hand resting on your knee as the car rumbles to life, drowning out the digs from the guys about Kenickie "growing soft," the comments only earning an eyeroll from your boyfriend in response. 

"Damn idiots..." He grumbles, pulling out of the space you're parked in, purposefully kicking up dust as he goes, and you chuckle fondly.

"You love them." He glances sideways at you briefly, and although he doesn't answer you, the smile on his face says enough, and that maybe, just maybe, there is some truth behind your words. 

[nenasspot]

finally here to drop on you: some thoughts on the first ep of starlight boys!

the auditions I have something to say about

blood sweat and tears: ke ming kai, li sheng jun and sheng qi

way too hard song choice. I get why so many trainees would choose a bts song, but why this song? please someone point me towards a cover of bs &t that had the same aura as the original, bc at this point i'm convinced it is uncoverable. the pitch of it, too, is so dangerous in the way that if you don't get the feel of that intro right, you're lost immediately...

breathe: syo and ryou kaito

don't like syo's style of singing. japanese vocal style that will need to go. otherwise, I'm actually pretty neutral about it.

darari: kim seong ju

not him going platinum seller with the trainees lmao. I mean, if anything, it proved the guiders right in giving him one star

crazy form: kim seon jae, han jeong woo and choi jun ho

obviously have been trained. something about the intro was way off, idk if it was the pitch or if it was just done monotonously but it got my sibling and me real scared. not necessary though! the rest of it was pretty great!

black suit: shao zi heng

WOW. he's really good, stable, good pronunciation and mindset, BEAUTIFUL too. spoilers include that he's in my top9 right now. I got real shady vibes at first, about the level of humbled he was giving ... felt like an act for a minute there, but it was probably just the nerves!

my house: han gyul, do ha, min jae, yoo jun

the babies did so great... the AURA in this performance was insane. the synchronized choreo at the start?? oh, these are idols, is what you're telling me

fantastic baby: rex, zhang ji jun and yang yan

I did not enjoy this. audition performances need to showcase skill and potential. if part of your potential is showmanship, then great. if you utilize showmanship purely to draw attention, then there was no potential shown. I can get why the trainees might have liked it though (song choice, atmosphere yada yada)

love 119: wang kun, he xi long, ngan chau yuet, float and zhang jing he

pretty much neutral about this. wasn't bad by any means, but I also already forgot all of them except wang kun

really really: nam son, lee da eul, park yeon wook and jeon min gyu

are they giving da eul another came from the bottom narrative? I feel like he should have come on by himself instead..

rush hour: lee jun hyuk

VERY impressive to do as a one-man performance. entertaining, stable

good guy: pentor and kris

so happy to see an sf9 performance! and done this well?? damn near brought tears to my eyes. pentor has a bright bright future ahead, and kris was also not to be forgotten!

answer: duan xing xing, yoo gwan woo and sun ying hao

xing xing is so much fun to watch!! it's obvious he's also having fun, and to be this stable while also being entertaining to look at is a real feat!

other things I need to talk about:

donghwa

I NEED him to do well!! I've missed him so much, the tension in my body any time a solo trainee stepped through that tunnel only for it to not be him was crazy, my sibling is my witness lmao

they put him all by himself, way up there, and I'm crossing all my fingers, and my toes too, that he doesn't let that add to his nerves but I feel like it's inevitable

his nose is still very pretty, he's wearing a mesh turtleneck, he's doing a song that has bodyrolls..... they put him last in the round-up of trainees that still have to go (way at the end of the ep) so let's hope that's a good thing!!

hangyul, baby. I first met you through a survival show, and I was very thankful for it then. seeing as you didn't debut with the unit, I was also glad to see you in px101. but they messed you over, put something in front of you that was the realization of your dream, only for it to be taken away...

the fact that trainees were like "he was in X1!" damn near put me out. I know that you have a shit label, that they're really just looking for viral moment after viral moment to keep the group in the collective memory. but I also know that this might help you to advance once more, get closer to that realization again.

so now that you're back here, and in a context where I'm able to vote for you, please believe that I will. we'll do our damnedest to not let you down, gyul.

[bearvanhelsing]

❌💋💛 for Tyrel, 🌹🧡🌳 for Aria?

Hoo boy this one took me a really long time for what amounted to not very long answers! lol ARIA: 🌹 How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone? Even before her father's death, Aria has always had a hard time connecting with people. She was very outgoing and sweet as a little girl but was bullied by other children quite a bit on account of being Kitsune which are somewhat unusual in Absalom. After that she became much quieter, and adults often remarked on well-mannered she was. It was the first time she observed that people seem to like her more when she's not talking. As a result of this and an ever-growing sense of bitterness towards Absalom's aristocracy, she actually decided that she would become rather talkative as she grew older, and that she'd speak what's on her mind rather bluntly. She's not one to bother with pleasantries and she'll usually say exactly what she thinks of anyone as long as it's not pleasant. So, she is one to mingle at any social gathering, but she won't be very popular for it. In truth she finds her inability to get close to anyone rather frustrating, but she does it as a kind of defense mechanism and it has become very difficult for her to behave in any other way at this point. 🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!) Aria's great grandfather, Tetsuo is sort of an idol to her. He makes it very clear that she doesn't have his approval and that what he does offer is conditional, but he is the only person Aria can really talk to. If Aria has a problem, he can make it go away, if she needs to vent, he will sit quietly and listen usually without a remark or condemnation. He thinks of her as a blunt instrument that doesn't have that much use outside of its capacity for violence, but he begrudgingly fosters loyalty in her to keep her from doing something exceedingly stupid that could damage the family's reputation. Aside from him, she currently has some rather promising blossoming friendships in the party, mainly with our Dhampir investigator Lumi and a little bit with our human oracle Marcus! She's having a girl's night with Lumi and our thaumaturge, Zuzanna so fingers crossed the girls can all become besties lmao 🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?

Aria is only 21 so 10 years ago she was a relatively happy and carefree 11-year-old to a very cynical and bitter young woman. She's gone from being teased for her appearance to being considered something of an exotic beauty in the city, albeit one most know better than to attempt to mingle with. Aria maybe more so than any of my other characters needs help lmao Advice to her past self would probably be "you don't have to take it from them, you don't have to act the way they want you to. fight back." advice from her younger self would probably be "you don't have to be scared and angry all the time" TYREL: ❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why? As far as his relationship with Camellia goes, Tyrel is VERY lenient. You kind of have to be with her, like... he wasn't a murderer before he started dating her lmao. The only things that really come to mind are super obvious ones like cheating. Ty is very loyal to his gal so that would be very sad for him! 💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why? Tyrel isn't very affectionate with friends! he cares about friends a lot but doesn't really feel comfortable being affectionate with them. When it comes to romantic partners and family (his with camellia) he's very affectionate. He leans more toward physical affection because he has a hard time articulating his emotions honestly. When his daughter was born he could barely ever put her down and he and Camellia are very physically intimate. He wraps his tail around her when he notices she's having a bad dream :') 💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control? Tyrel I'd actually describe as someone who is in very good control of his emotions. He's slow to anger, and in general, he usually lets logic rather than feeling guide his actions even though his logic might be more chaotic than his feelings. Tyrel has always had to be in control of his emotions because if he let the wrong one slip during a con, he could have landed himself in big trouble.

[residuex]

@cxrleonis

"Okay, so,” Ethan handed her a bottle of water as he joined her on the blanket she’d placed over the ground. It’d been a couple of days since he’d walked in on her crying, and though he was still concerned he would not ask for information she wasn’t ready to share. So, instead, he’d brought her to his favorite park and spot to look up at the sky with his telescope. “It’s still a little early to go looking for stars, but I thought it’d be a fun thing to do today. I know, I know, kind of nerdy, but...yeah, that’s me.”

[babyjakes]

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event masterlist

.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.

prompt | asking for help

pairing | t*ny stark x assistant!reader

warnings | T*NY STARK TW!!!, me not knowing how to write tony at all lmao/maybe ooc tony bc i don't know if he'd act like this, tony's a science/tech guy and i am NOT so all of the math computers inventing jargin is pure and utter bullshit like i literally pulled it out of my ass, i don't expect this piece to do well (especially with my demographics) but i don't really care bc it's for my bestieeee<333

.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.

an | the way i just wanted to troll the shit out of this fic but i couldn't bc i want to be a good friend to @starksbabie lolol- so here it is!! my first and probably last tony piece ever. when i had the idea of dedicating a few pieces through whumptember and kinktober to close friends, nyx was the first gal i thought of. and if you know our relationship at all, you KNOW our (pretty much only) point of conflict is tony lol. so as an ode to her, a favor to the tony fans, and a brutal therapy exercise (lmao), i made myself do this. and it's probably shit, but hey. i did it.

.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.

"Yeah, yeah- we know. We've practically got a cap on it already. Y/n's just gonna run over some finalizations here with me; we'll have the prototype over to you by the end of the day."

Chewing on the end of your pen, your eyes ran for what felt like the millionth time over the jumble of notes in front of you. Zeroing in on the lame attempt of a diagram you had managed to scribble out, you tried to hold in your groan as you heard your boss ending his call.

"Alright smarts, better give me what you got. The team over there's been riding my ass all day- they're not in the mood to be patient." When you shot the dark-haired man a look, he chuckled lightly at you. "Oh- what's with the face? Don't tell me you're grumpy. I told you to take lunch like an hour ago."

"Whatever. No time to eat," you sighed, clicking your pen shut.

"Nope, but apparently enough to make a snack of the stationary," he nodded at the chewed end of your writing utensil as he rolled his chair over from his desk to yours. "Wanna show me what you came up with?"

"Not really," you mumbled, keeping your gaze lowered as the man peeked over. Raising an eyebrow at you, Tony studied your work.

"Doesn't look half bad, they're gonna like the specs. It's a good thing you're doing the drawing and not me. But I thought we discussed this part..." Reaching a finger up, he pointed at the box you had left empty. Setting down your pen, you let out another huff of air, running a hand over your hair to smooth it back as you finally let out a long-overdue groan.

"I couldn't figure it out," you admitted, crossing your arms in defeat. "You can check my math, but I did it over. Twice. The model won't run, when I plugged it into the simulator I got an error code. We can't send it off like this."

"Oh?" Tony asked, eyes glossing over the notes and calculations you had written out in the margins of the page. "Well that's fine, it must be something in the-" His finger moved to point to a table, only earning a shake of your head as you sighed again.

"Tony," your voice was soft, almost approaching vulnerable as you finally lifted your eyes to look over at the man. "It's the whole thing. I made a mistake somewhere back in the beginning, and I can't figure it out. And now I... whenever I look it over, I just... everything..." To your surprise, as you stumbled over your words, he only appeared to listen patiently as he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Tony... can you help me? I really don't fucking get it."

Sucking in a breath, you waited. Knowing your boss's usual disposition, you weren't exactly expecting a compassionate response, so you were surprised when he simply offered a nod. "Sure thing, smarts. D'you have your original drafts? That'll probably be where we need to look if you're thinking it was something way back."

You paused for a second, blinking. "What," he asked, "do I have something on my face? That cupcake Pepper brought me in was more frosting than it was red velvet."

"No, sorry," you tried to snap yourself out of it, shuffling through the mess of papers in front of you until you found your original outline, gingerly offering it over. "I just... I don't know. I was expecting some disappointment, maybe."

"Nah," he shook his head as he took your papers, "to be honest, I have no idea what the hell's going on with this thing, either. I've been following your lead, and you've done a pretty bang-up job, minus whatever this hiccup is. No disappointment here, I'm sure between the two of us, we'll find the error."

Trying not to get too hung up on your surprise, all you could do was nod as Tony began to read through your notes. "See? Brilliant stuff you've got here," he commented, waving the paper in his hand. "Even the cat doodles at the bottom, this stuff's the work of a pure genius."

.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.

[agape-28]

Do you have some fics that you’ve read recently and really liked?

Hey! I read a lot of fics LMAO, but here are the ones I really enjoyed discovering and reading this month! (I hope everyone's long post is on.)

picking up the pieces by falsegoodnight (E, 37k)

“Zayn,” he murmurs, quietly but desperately.

Knowing what to do immediately, Zayn discreetly glances behind them to scan the room. “Walking over,” he says, confirming Louis’ worst fears.

“Maybe he’ll just pass by without stopping,” Louis says, glancing at the tables next to them as if hoping to find some other group of friends Harry had in high school that he could possibly want to talk to.

Eyebrow arched and lips pursed, Zayn has the nerve to look amused. “He’s looking directly at us.”

“Cause a diversion,” Louis rushes through his teeth, panic clawing up his throat. He can’t look Harry in the face again. Not yet, maybe not ever.

Zayn rolls his eyes and grabs his hand, interlocking their fingers. “It’s now or never, dear.”

-

Louis returns to his hometown for the first time in ten years for his high school reunion and is faced with memories he’s long since tried to forget.

Open Up Your Honey Pot by daffodilsforlou (E, 4k)

So attuned to the omega, Louis had been able to smell Harry’s slick while they kissed, the tangy cherry notes that filled his room impossible to miss. But even though he knew just how wet Harry could get from a few kisses, this particular outcome hadn’t exactly crossed his mind.

or louis’ helpless when it comes to his omega. and harry’s kind of in charge.

Shape Of You by Only_angel_28 (E, 11k)

“Seriously?” Surely, Harry must be joking. Louis arches a skeptical brow and snaps the waistband of Harry’s joggers playfully. “What exactly do you have down there, Styles? I know you’ve got four nipples, d’ya have a couple extra bollocks as well or summat?”

“No!” Harry shrieks, his voice bordering on shrill. “No,” He repeats a little quieter, calmer, “I just—I’m, er, kinda…big, I guess.”

Louis rolls his eyes in fond exasperation. “That’s hardly a problem, curly.”

Or Harry is insecure about a certain rather large part of his anatomy that is apparently intimidating to the point where it has actually scared off potential shags. When he ends up confessing this to his best friend and roommate, Louis takes it upon himself to prove that Harry’s size doesn't have to be a curse, and decides to help show him just how perfect he is.

even the best laid plans by falsegoodnight (E, 25k)

“Anyways,” Louis stresses, narrowing his eyes, “just let me say it and then rate how terrible of an idea it is on a scale from one to ten.”

“Alright,” Zayn agrees, sitting up expectantly. 

“I want to ask Harry Styles to take my virginity,” Louis blurts, holding his hands out for emphasis. 

The way Zayn’s eyes bulge is almost comical. “Negative infinity,” he says, voice choked. “Negative infinity times negative infinity.”

“Technically, a negative times a negative is -”

“Really negative infinity,” Zayn corrects himself, shaking his head wildly. “Louis, what the fuck?” 

-

Or, Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

Suddenly They're Right by sapphichug (E, 22k)

Helene smiled, the wrinkles by her eyes and mouth flattering her face. “That sounds lovely. And you didn’t even fool around? Isn’t that the whole point of spending the night with a friend with benefits?”

“We’re not that, we’re just…we’re just friends.”

“Who sleep together. Literally and figuratively.”

“Yes.”

“How is that not being friends with benefits?”

Louis huffed. “Keep your voice down, please. I do have a class going on, if you didn’t notice. And I don’t know, but that sounds so…immature and sleazy, and that’s not what we have.”

Helene leaned closer and aggressively whispered at him, “Because you also have romance and meaningful feelings for each other and everything a real relationship has, sans the label.”

**

Louis is a painting professor with an art block the size of Texas and a global superstar for a non-boyfriend, who he wants to keep.

a fic about feeling stuck and learning to free oneself

All i know is we said 'hello' (and your eyes looked like coming home) by onlytherogue28 (GA, 15k)

In the grand scheme of things, realising you’re in love with your best friend shouldn’t make you feel like your life is about to fall apart. It’s just— a thing. It’s a thing that happens to people. These people just accept the fact that their best friend will not reciprocate these feelings and move on with their life until they can look back one day and laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

Harry doesn’t find anything laughable yet. He needs to meet these people, who this ‘falling-in-love-with-my-unattainable-perfect-best-friend’ thing has happened to. Preferably, soon. Maybe he should put up an ad on Craigslist; ‘Urgent Help: How to unlove your best friend?’

Louis has been the centre of Harry's universe for as long as he can remember and yet it takes 3461 miles and two years away from him for Harry to figure out he's in love with him.

in the pub that we met he's got his arms around you by fearsparks (T, 13k)

Harry all but jumped into Louis’ arms when he came close enough to touch him, Louis’ arms opening automatically. Their arms wrapped around each other tightly, tugging each other as close as possible. He had missed his best friend so much.

“Hey,” Harry said with a breathless laugh when their grip on each other had loosened enough for him to draw a deep breath.

“Hazzy,” mumbled Louis in return, burrowing his face into Harry’s neck. “I’m so happy to see you. I’ve missed you so much, Haz.”

“I missed you, too, Lou,” replied Harry, “I missed you, too.”

(Harry's best friend Louis comes to visit him where he attends uni, meets Harry's friends, who point out that they don't know what platonic means.)

your kisses burn (only love can hurt like this) by babygrxxt (NR, 12k)

it’s winter-time again, and all harry can focus on is trying to get over the insane crush he has on his best friend.

or

they've been best friends almost longer than they have known how to walk, and harry's been in love for twenty seven years.

tennis court by outropeace (E, 18k)

Nearly every single Monday, a new wave of gossip about Styles appeared in Louis’ office, like a dysfunctional and very thirsty clockwork. Because nearly every single Monday, a new omega freshly out of their heat had to tell how fantastic their weekend with the alpha was.

And all thanks to Louis' office mating cycle system, which consisted of a database of employees who needed partners for their heat/ruts. It was a practical and very useful system; employees checked the people in it and had to pick three of them from the list of candidates to spend their cycles with—just in case one of the three was unavailable for those days, they still had at least two options secured. His first year working there, Louis made the huge mistake of putting Styles as one of his options. Styles, of course, never made himself available for him, not even once.

Or Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.

If Wishes Were Dishes by LadyLondonderry (T, 2k)

So. Harry is doing dishes.

Harry is doing Louis’ dishes.

That’s when Louis starts getting paranoid.

Why is Harry doing his dishes?

He must be mad at Louis. He must be absolutely livid at the way Louis is living his life as a slob.

Something Deep Inside by lightswoodmagic (M, 17k)

He knew what he needed, and it was a harsh realisation to think that maybe he’d never have it again, that maybe he was about to ruin everything by admitting, live to thousands of people, that they’d been right all along.

Well, almost.

Their fans had gotten a substantial amount correct; the relationships that were faked, the two of them being kept apart by their management for being too close, too affectionate, the social media control and all the stories planted in the papers in their attempts to ruin them. Most of all though, there had been people who had always known that the overwhelming feeling of love, passion, commitment, and home was there all along.

They just hadn’t known it was one sided.

Or, the five times Louis had to hold back his feelings, and the one time he didn't.

Inspired by Fireproof

I've Been Wandering Round (But I Still Come Back to You) by orphan_account (T, 27k)

"Harry had always been beautiful, but lately he’d blossomed into this tall, sexy, man and Louis was having trouble dealing with it. And so, it seemed, were his hormones."

OR

The one where Louis and Harry are best friends and co-stars on a popular television series and Louis inconveniently discovers he's in love with him in the middle of a press tour.

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy by lovelarry10 (E, 10k)

Harry whimpered as Louis pushed himself up onto his tiptoes, grazing his ear lobe with his lips. His breath tickled Harry’s ears, and Harry swallowed, already anticipating what Louis was about to say.

“I’d like to ride you, cowboy…”

**

Harry's a barman at Flaming Saddles, a country and western themed gay bar.

Louis’ a customer who’d like to see if the tall barman is as good on the ropes as everyone says he is...

[milkteaflorist]

can i please request some yang nsfw hcs?

Author's note: you're in for a wild ride my dear, put your seatbelt oooon (￣y▽￣)╭ Ohohoho.....

Yang general NSFW hcs

Characters: Yang, gn!reader

Genre: smut🌹

Total words count: 997 (yes I was inspired lmao)

Warnings: mentions of blood, physical pain, Yang is a warning himself, nsfw ahead! + potential grammar mistakes since I wrote this before going to sleep

Yang

It's no surprise, but Yang is DEFINITELY a top, and not only a top, but also a dom. He's fine being just the top if you aren't into kinky stuff though. With this being said, he won't EVER let you top him, even less dominate him. Try it and you're going to regret it for the rest of your life. This man is really into punishments, and he certainly isn't afraid to let the whole Laoshu hear your screams and moans~

His thrusts are always fast and rough. Sometimes he just wants to hear you beg for more, while he keeps pounding into you and biting your neck 'till it bleeds; your moans really get him going. That doesn't mean he is inconsiderate, if you feel pain he's going to go much slower than usual. He might act mean and all, but he won't cross your boundaries and he secretly pays a lot of attention to them.

Oh boy, the list of his kinks is too long- let's start with the main ones! Dacryphilia, your tears are a sign that you're enjoying his attentions very much, plus the face you make when you cry is both cute and pathetic, which arouses him on a different level. Power play, I don't think there's a need to explain: Yang loves seeing you wrapped around his fingers, following his orders and being good for him. This also includes pet play and light sadism. 100% would buy you a collar if you're okay with that, making you sit at his feet while he plays with the short leash. He also likes inflicting pain, I'm talking about choking and knife play. Also, the type to slap your private parts, I'm not sorry and of course extreme marking! Bites and bruises are his favourites. But nothing, and I mean nothing, gets him going like humiliating and degrading you, your embarrassed face is so arousing he can't help it. Those two also include a spit kink. And as I wrote before, your moans and expressions really turn him on. Unforgettable is also his creampie kink, but he's worried you may end up pregnant if you have a uterus so he has mixed feelings about it

Be ready to not walk for several days after your intercourse. Yang's stamina is really... admirable. He prefers doing one or two looooong rounds, but you mostly do just one round, two if you're feeling needier, but most of the time one round is enough to satisfy both of you though.

Will make you cum at least twice. No matter what.

Not really patient during foreplay, he just wants to feel you around him as soon as possible. But he tries his best ok

Wasn't used to preliminaries, but he is a fast learner and he knows you need to adjust to his pace. So now that he's with you, he's willing to wait how much time you desire before switching to the main act

If you want a safe word, you're free to have one of course

Also loves when you give him oral ;)

What turns him on? It's kinda complicated. You turn him on. It depends on his mood whether he may find something arousing or not. For example, you reading a book might turn him on because of the way you look, the way your eyes sparkle with interest; you teasing him, both in public and in private, even if the thrill of being in public makes him hornier; but also just you breathing lmao- for real it totally depends on his mood and how he's feeling that day. Some days he might reject your teasing, other days he might keep you busy in his room for the whole day. There isn't a thing that will ALWAYS turn him on in every case, so just be yourself!

But if you want to get him in the mood, try wearing some revealing clothes *wink wink*

What turns him off? Same as what turns him on. It depends on his mood. But unlike his turns-on, the one thing that really pisses him off is you not reading the room. Insisting and being pushy when he already told you no, and flirting with other people. Those things really irritate him, so please respect his boundaries too! If you don't, you're going to get the opposite of what you wanted; and we all know how Yang acts when he's angry

His libido also depends on his mood!

Vanilla doesn't exist in his vocabulary

Now. Ass, boobs or thighs? The only correct answer is legs. He finds them sexy and attractive, no matter the clothes or if they're chubby or skinny, he finds them very appealing. This is why one of his favourite position is your legs on his shoulders while he pounds into you faster and faster. That doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate other parts of your body, but your legs to him are just *chef kiss*

His favourite positions are: spooning, the chairman, from behind, 69, you laying on your stomach (yes he loves touching your back)

His favourite place to do the nasty is his room (bed and desk). He is too possessive to even risk letting someone see your pretty face. Also, his bathroom (in the bathtub) when he feels tired. He isn't into public sex at all, so the bedroom and the bathroom are the only options. At least until you, two will buy a home for yourself

Your sex life with Yang is indeed a wild ride, you two never get bored and thanks to his mood things always get spicer ;) but remember that even if he's quite kinky and rough, he will respect your boundaries and limits. Your relationship is almost entirely built on trust, so please talk to him when you feel uncomfortable! Yang isn't good at communicating and expressing his feelings, so you being direct may really help :)

[alygatorwrites]

can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough. 

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms. 

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man. 

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden. 

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him. 

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him. 

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece. 

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has. 

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.  

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone. 

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.  

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

[theyarebothgunshot]

since we're talking about friendships and all that, let me present to you all: Ladybug Anon's Relationship Drama™! (a.k.a. oh this is definitely not gonna resolve itself anytime soon lmao)

so the gist of it is that i'm in a friends with benefits relationship with the person i have feelings for.

to put a long story short, we've been really close friends for over a year, and it's always been of the sometimes flirty, homoerotic variety, and i caught feelings. and then last february they got a boyfriend. and after some brief heartbreak, i was totally okay with it, and i could let my feelings go.

so months passed like that, and then she mentioned in a group conversation that she was actually reluctant at first to ask the guy out, because 'it was a pretty sudden realization of feelings, and there was also this girl...' and i was like. no way. no fucking way. but apparently yes way cause then they told me that it WAS me and i was sitting there just like. huh. that's sad. oh well!

and then in september they and their boyfriend split up. and for a while i was trying to convince myself that it didn't make anything different, but then our friendship doubled down on the flirtyness that it's always had, and i fell for her again.

and so about a month ago, we were talking at like 3 in the morning, and we were jokingly suggestive, and then suddenly it wasn't joking anymore, and so they came over. and we talked about feelings and stuff, and they said that they're not really in the right place mentally for a relationship, and i promised them that i won't let my heart get broken by them (cause they were worried about that), and then we hooked up, and decided that it doesn't have to be a one-time thing.

and the thing is that like. i'm pretty okay with all of it. like obviously i would be happier if we were together, but i'm honestly happy with how things are, because it hasn't affected our friendship either (though that's something i'm still a little worried about lol). but sometimes i'll just think about it and like. well this sure is a. situation nsfshfd

i am aware that this sounds like a fanfic or a soap opera plot btw nsfsgsgdts i swear if my life keeps being like this i'm gonna start to think i'm the main character lmaoo (sorry for getting rambly it's just. a long and complicated story lol) 🐞

ooffff that sure is a situation!! but i feel like, as long as you are sill okay with it and enjoying it, i am obviously happy for you for taking the step and having a good time with someone you are into <3 i will be crossing my fingers for you that it will all work out well in the end (however that may take form)!!

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

breaking it down to find a meaning

neighbours au?

this came out of literally no where. I was getting ready for bed and I had "I wanna love somebody" by We Three stuck in my head and then I opened tumbles and this just poured out of me? Yea I literally wrote this in the tumblr post option. no google doc we die like lovers.

I point this out only to say this is defs not edited lmao. I didn't even expect it to be this long it was supposed to a tiny drabble?

please enjoy!

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There are exactly three things wrong with Percy's current living situation.

1. He has far too little lounge space for his terribly long body. His shins have hit the coffee table six times today in his attempt to maneuver from sitting on the couch to standing.

2. The spare bedroom is not a good enough sound quality for his guitar or his drum practice. The bathroom is much better. He cannot practice in his bathroom forever, or ever.

3. His neighbour is undeniably, completely distractingly hot.

He hasn't allowed himself to rate the problems in order of most troublesome because he's a little ashamed about which one might take first place.

Since moving in one week ago Percy has had many opportunities to arrange and rearrange every aspect of the tiny two bedroom— or one bedroom and a makeshift studio— apartment until he could walk around it blind. He knows not to step on the third floorboard from the left wall on the way to his bedroom because it creaks unpleasantly and he thinks his downstairs neighbours are going to shove a hot poker through the roof just to brandish the annoying foot that keeps making the noise. He knows that the oven setting has to be juggled just right for it to go on. He knows the curtain railings in the living room are far too thin and brittle— he will have to replace them before the month is out. He knows you have to turn the hot tap in the shower three times and the cold tap four to get the exact perfect temperature. What he doesn't know, however, is his neighbour's name, or the colour of their eyes, or anything about them. All he knows is that they're hot.

But today, bruised shin and all, Percy is determined to introduce himself. If for nothing else but to gauge just how upset they might be when he starts up what his mother used to lovingly call "Melodic Madness".

So far it takes the reign as number one reason he's had to leave his previous living spaces. Mr Chiron from Strawberry Valley, who told the landlord the noise was so loud it made his steel kneecaps rust. Creative, but Percy isn't sure it's feasible. Then there was Minerva from Olive Grove who took one look at him and told the landlord he was a drug dealer, or worse, a drug user. He had raised a brow, couldn't stop his lip from tugging up, liking the way the ring that hugged his bottom lip stretched deliciously. He almost killed her on the spot. He would have laid lillies at her funeral and she would have risen again to throw them away. The last place, a Mr Hedge. Percy was glad to leave him behind. There were baseball bags swinging and yelling almost as loud as he played every time they crossed paths. For his own safety Percy didn't even wait for the man to call the landlord before he wad tucking his drumsticks in his pocket and high tailing it to, here.

Here being Sunset Gardens. Here being in this small apartment that fit him almost perfectly. Here being one knock away from meeting his new neighbour.

Percy wonders, as he looks at the soft cream wood of the door, if he should have worn a turtle neck to hide the snake tattoo wrapping around his throat. Or maybe a button down and a tie, to hide the swirls of ink on his arms. The black t-shirt he has on, a normal longer length to his usual cropped look, is clean and soft from use. He decides it'll have to be good enough because he can't wear button downs all the time. How ever will he afford all the ties that come with the obligation?

Percy knocks on the door.

There's silence behind it. The silence of sleepy world, too cozy-can't move. The silence that doesn't wish to be disturbed.

The door opens.

His neighbour's eyes are blue. Bright blue. Startling blue. Blue enough to make his lungs feel a lack of oxygen. He's reaching for the sky and it's getting harder to breather the higher he gets.

"Hello." Says his neighbour.

Percy is flying closer to the sun than Icarus ever will, ever could.

"Can I help you?"

He needs to stop staring. He needs to say something that doesn't make him look like a gaping angel fish. All starry eyes halos and floundering for relief from the air. Do fish know how beautiful the sky is? He imagines if they did they'd all kill themselves trying to get to it. He's doing it right now.

"Hi," He grins. Teeth white, straight, flossed because his mother forced him to learn the habit. "I'm Percy, your new neighbour."

"Jason," The voice is warm, deep. He knows if he lay his head on that spectacular chest he'll feel every vibration when this blue eyed spectacle talks. It'll be like getting into a really nice car and feeling the seats rumble beneath you.

"How are you finding the apartment?"

They're still standing on his door front. Jason won't relent his sanctuary. Percy won't toe over the line, curiouser and curiouser as he is.

"Good. Living room is causing some bodily harm," He waves to his shin, "But otherwise very good. Cozy."

"We share a wall. I don't know if it's your bedroom and mine or..." His neighbour trails off.

"It's my spare bedroom against you." They both glance to his door, light from his lounge flooding the passage in a perfect parallelogram.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about." He's looking into the sky again. Watches as hair falls over that golden forehead. His hands— tattooed "amare" on his left fingers and "amari" on his right— twitch to push it back, to grasp the white strands, to know what light feels like. He tucks them into the pockets of his sweatpants. He tells them behave. The twitch in their hiding place. He doesn't let them seek.

"What about it?" Jason is frowning, in that worried way that says he's used to bad news and he's tired of it too.

"I uh," Percy's eyes flicker around the world. "I play guitar and drums. I'm using that room as my music room."

"Oh." The relief in Jason is a pointed arrow straight at his heart. Even cupid could never shoot something so potent. "That's okay. I'll use your music as inspiration when I paint."

Percy is Icarus three seconds after he believes he can fly. Percy is Patroclus when he feeds Achilles. Percy is Hercules after completing his first trial. Percy is a hero and a warrior and the luckiest person alive. Percy is alive.

"I hope you're good." Jason shrugs as if he hadn't tattooed a permanent place into the underside of Percy's ribcage.

"I hope so too." He manages to say back.

"I'll show you what I can create from you the first time and you can judge." Those blue eyes are so wide with innocence. Not the innocence of life but of words. His neighbour has no idea what he's doing to him. Has no idea that he is about to go home and make song lyrics out of all these declarations.

"I look forward to it." He smiles wide. It's ocean deep with happiness.

There are exactly three things perfect about Percy's current living situation:

1. The kitchen has a gas stove enough counter space for him to make bread and his mother's gumbo

2. His bedroom is big enough for him to fit a king sized bed easily. He is a sprawler when he sleeps and he cannot be happier to sprawl across never ending expanse.

3. His hot neighbour is perfect.

[heyheyheyhaikyu]

✨proposing to Osamu with a ring pop✨

I’m sorry lmao. I don’t know how to write. Hope you still kinda like it though @ethanharli :’)

Word count: 1.4k

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Looking up at the sky on my walk to school, clouds were fluffy like cotton candy, brisk breeze tickled my cheeks. Mornings as perfect as these always turned out the best or the worst days.

Walking into the main entrance of Inaruzaki High, crowds of students littered the halls. People whispered things about their fellow students to each other while others did who knows what else.

School had never been one of my favorite places. There was one thing that made it all worth it though...

A familiar face turned a corner and walked straight over to me. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I held my arms out and wrapped them around his frame. “Hi Samu.”

“Hi y/n,” Osamu said with a soft smile. That was our normal greeting every morning. You see, Osamu and I have been best friends since we were little. We've always been oddly close, and in middle school we started dating. We’ve been together ever since and I couldn’t even begin to imagine being with anyone else. I'm going to marry that man someday.

****

The day went on as usual, boring classes and unneeded drama. After school though we had clubs, my personal favorite part of the day. I got to spend time with ‘Samu and have fun doing something I love and if that’s not a win-win situation, I don’t know what is.

I pulled Atsumu aside after practice to discuss the lingering thought plaguing my mind. He and I have always had an on and off friendship, but when push comes to shove, I know I'll always be able to count on him.

We walked outside and sat on a bench under a big tree. “So, you're probably wondering why I dragged you here, huh?”

“Yeah, I am, so could ya please just spit it out so I can be on my way?” he crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh. He obviously had better places to be.

“So, Samu and I have been together for like forever as you know,” I said as I sat up straight and looked at him. “I've been thinking about proposing...”

A dramatic head turn and gasp was not what I expected his response to have been. “Like marriage proposal?!”

I slowly nodded my head. “yep.”

He took a minute and compose himself. “Well, I can tell you that I know how happy you make him, y/n. If you really do think you love him enough to spend the rest of your life by his side then I'll help you in any way that I can.”

When I looked at him, I saw a smile that he didn’t show often. His genuine smile had always been able to light up a room, but as we got older that smile seemed to vanish and turn into a fake one full of insecurity and that fake ego of his.

“Well, knowing that makes me feel a lot better. Thank you.” I gave him a quick hug before getting up and running away to find Osamu.

****

“Man, a good ring is going to be really expensive... maybe I could try picking up another job, but I wanted to do this soon.” I sighed and rolled over, looking at the ceiling above me. “I could just get a cheap ring for the time being and pick up another job when we graduate and have more free time.”

I fidgeted with my hands as I mindlessly looked out the window, night sky shimmering with starlight. I glanced over at my desk and an idea came to mind. A wrapped piece of candy sat still in a jar on my desk. I had gotten It at a festival I went to with Samu last week. “That could work,” I said as I rolled off my bed and headed over to grab it.

I sat back down on my bed with the candy in my hand. “A ring pop would be perfect. I won't have anything for him to wear for the time being, but a least I can get the point across, right?” I chuckled to myself as I grabbed my phone and texted Tsumu my idea.

****

After a week or so of preparation, the plan was in motion. After practice I'll take Samu out to our favorite ramen shop. While we’re there, Tsumu and his team will be at the park we first met at, setting up some lights and getting ready for us. I'm sure it'll all turn out perfectly.

The day was normal and uneventful. I'm sure Samu could tell I was nervous about something, but he decided not to ask me about it, thankfully. The day seemed to last an eternity while I patiently waited for my time.

Practice was cut short, so after we cleaned up, I grabbed Samu and we headed off together. “So, you said you wanted to get dinner together, but you can't possibly expect me to ignore the fact that you don’t like going out on week nights. Plus, you’ve been acting weird all day... is something the matter?”

We walked hand in hand as we talked. “Just been excited to spend some time with you. It feels like it's been ages since we last went on a proper date, Samu.” a small smirk crept its way onto my lips and I tried to force it away.

“Okay fine, I won't ask questions, but just know, you're acting sus and I'm keeping an eye on you,” he said with a playful huff.

I chuckled and squeezed his hand lightly. “Well, at least you have a nice view to enjoy,” I said with a wink.

He laughed and shook his head. A short walk later, we arrived at the ramen shop and got our table. The conversation flowed as natural as ever. I’ve always been able to just talk with him. It didn’t matter how long we’d go without talking, conversation always seemed to come easily and smoothly. I could talk about anything with him and it would still be entertaining.

We ate our meal together and headed out hand in hand, just as we had entered. “Wanna go for a little walk?” I asked with a grin.

“Do you have a place in mind?” He looked at me like he knew something was up.

I shrugged. “I was thinking just we could walk around for a little bit without a destination in mind.” though I obviously had one I was planning on taking him.

“Sure, I suppose that doesn't sound too bad.” I nodded and we headed off in a seemingly random direction.

We talked and laughed, just enjoying being in each other's company. I leaded the way to our unknow destination. We walked up to the park on the opposite side, so he hadn't seen the set up yet. “Oh, look where we ended up, Samu,” I said as I pointed at the park.

He looked up and smiled. “Hey, isn't this where we met?” I nodded. “Did you bring me here on purpose or was it actually coincidental?” he asked with a raised brow.

I smirked and pulled him around to the other side. “Seems you know me a bit too well, babe.”

The view before us was magical. A path was lit by green lights that led up to a picture board full of our photos and memories. We walked down the path and every few feet one of our friends stood, holding a rose and a letter. Osamu picked them up as we walked down the path, getting hugs from everyone.

As we reached the end, there stood Atsumu with a remote in his hand and a smirk on his face. I looked at Osamu with a smile and kneeled down onto one knee and pulled out the ring pop. Atsumu clicked a button on the remote and a sign lit up saying ‘So, will you?’

Osamu didn’t even wait for the words to escape my mouth as he burst into laughter and nodded his head. “Yes, of course I will, ya big dummy,” he said as he pulled me up and into a tight hug.

“You didn’t even let me ask,” I said with a pout.

“Yeah, well you just proposed to me with a ring pop, so it's fine.” I slid it onto his finger and it obliviously barley went passed the first knuckle, but it was still perfect and everything I wanted it to be.

“It’s your favorite flavor and everything,” I teased with a big smile. Everyone cheered and congratulated us. I looked Samu in the eyes and pulled him into a kiss. He smiled through it and that made me smile as well.

I’m going to marry this man.

[interstellix]

airplane ↳ kim seungmin

genre: fluff

summary: in which you and seungmin are finally able to go on the trip you’ve planned for since long

word count: 1110

requested: no

warnings: none

a/n: LISTEN this is the Epitome of Cringe but i haven’t written in months but i love airplane sm so i just :’(( had to write smth based on it :’(( so ye have mercy on me lmao 

the toddler a few rows ahead has, after what feels like a lifetime, stopped crying. there’s no random, annoying kicking against your seat anymore as the old man behind you seems to have fallen asleep. the food you had not all too long ago was surprisingly good, now feeling full, though not regretting having eaten the dessert you had saved for last. there’s the low rumbling of the engines and the occasional turbulence sending butterflies in your stomach. however, not as much as,

“seungmin?”

from the middle seat next to you, said one opens his eyes and peeks at you, humming. “do your ears still hurt?” you ask, referring to how his ears started hurting from the air pressure an hour or two ago.

seungmin shakes his head with a small smile, “sucking on that candy worked after all.”

you snort, “listen to me next time.”

he laughs at your half-joking reaction but through the sound of it, you can still make out the exhaust in it. looking at him, you note how he does look tired as well. it’s not really surprising, seeing how he probably hasn’t been able to fall asleep from the previous pain.

you hum at him and when seungmin curiously glances at you, you gesture to your shoulder the closest to him. “you look tired.”

he looks hesitant but still asks, “are you sure?”

nodding at him, you’re met by another, grateful smile as seungmin leans closer to rest his head on your shoulder. before too long, you feel his body relax against yours and you’re almost certain he has fallen asleep within the time span of a few minutes, until he suddenly says,

“you should get some sleep too.”

“I’m good,” you answer and turn to look out through the window.

seungmin sighs, “y/n, you’ve been staring outside ever since we lifted and it’s been, what, four hours. aren’t you tired?”

“I’m not.” there’s a pause as you keep scrutinizing the view for a few moments. “it’s pretty. can’t help it.”

it’s true, really; you could’ve read the book you brought along in your handbag, or watched a movie on the screen on the back of the seat in front of yours. you could’ve listened to one of the podcasts you’ve saved on your phone on offline-mode or played the game you recently bought for your nintendo switch.

you could even have slept but no. instead, you have spent the past mentioned four hours staring out through the slightly dirty window; the clouds rise like soft mountain peaks; the cotton-like fragments are scattered across and high above the ocean, resembling delicate trails of a paint brush spreading white over blue. stretched all the way to the horizon, they almost shine under the light of the early morning sun. every now and then, you catch airplanes in the far distance flying past but other than that, there’s not much more to see and yet you observe the view as if it were scenes from an oscar-nominated movie.

seungmin hums again in what sounds like agreement, “true, sure is pretty...”

as he says this, a pair of admiring eyes are glued to you while you’re still busy watching one cloud after another.

when you let out a chuckle, he asks, “what’s so funny?”

you point an index finger at the fourth or fifth plane you see flying past. “where do you think they’re heading?”

seungmin can’t help chuckling himself, the question sounding like something a seven year old would ask. nevertheless, he still answers, “maybe back to south korea.”

“... where do you think they came from?”

“maybe where we’re heading now?”

you turn back to seungmin to see him smile only to make you reflect the gesture. “sure took a while until we got this trip through.”

“I mean, both of us were busy with uni and work; can't say economy always was on our good side either,�� he begins but soon beams, “but at least we finally got around to it.”

laughing at the mix of peace and excitement he flashes you, you can only nod in agreement before turning back to stare out through the window.

perhaps it’s the calm staining your features, or the content smile on your lips, or maybe it’s really just looking at you but whatever it is makes seungmin intertwine your fingers with his. your smile inevitably grows wider when he brings your hands up to press a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. in return, as they fall back to the small space between your seats, you softly run your thumb across the back of his hand.

"it really is pretty..." you soon comment again, still busy scrutinizing the outside world.

when he speaks, the low hum his words come out in shows how he's the blink of an eye away from sleep and yet, the hint of playfulness lacing his voice doesn't go unnoticed, "not prettier than you though."

"have you always been this cheesy?"

seungmin answers in a yawn, "jesus christ, just take my compliment."

you can't help laughing again but still let out a softly murmurred "thanks," before pressing a light peck to his temple. you pause for a moment and contemplate whether you should disturb him from falling asleep once more or not. in the end, you decide to speak up, cheeks dusted in pink as if it's the first time you utter the three words,

"I love you."

he doesn't respond immediately but eventually, a snort escapes him and a grin crosses his face. "and you call me cheesy, saying that out of the blue."

before you can answer though, seungmin tilts his head up; sleepy and half-shut but warm eyes lock with your own as he settles a gentle kiss to your lips. it's light and doesn't last for more than a second but it's impossible to miss the way ot conveys the purest of feelings he could ever possibly hold for you. he parts, and you're met by a loving smile on his lips as he leans his forehead against yours,

"I love you too."

before long, seungmin finally falls asleep. the baby's screaming comes to life again, the old man has returned to his annoying kicking against your seat. the engine is loud in your ears, the turbulence keeps your stomach spinning and the view outside is still worth admiring.

however, it's like none of it matters anymore.

with him so close next to you and a serenity like never before running through your blood, you soon find yourself fast asleep as well, resting against him, hands still intertwined.