#kind of dizzy rn help

[hellish-acts]

Part 1 of host whb ocs(which are obviously not MC, ahem.)

From left to right we got, Engel! Flee from Heaven after an huge disagreement(that caused his sisters life), now living in Gehenna!!(he crashed there ok)

Next is Astrophel, an out of the all three realms being(aka alien), she accidentally crashed onto Hell along with both two others of her friends(bf ocs..)! Now living in Paradise Lost, works as a librarian and bartender.(Psssst, shes an alcoholic winks)

Finally we got the infamous spirit, Vesper, used to be called the Wandering Spirit before Asmodeus decided to scoops her up and adopt her! She doesn’t exactly live anywhere but prefer to be in Nilfheim(Belphegor is there ok.). Also known as the most scariest warrior before they die, you don’t wanna throw hands with her, even Asmodeus is sometimes afraid—

You sinners can also ask them questions and they will try their best to answer!!^^

That’s all for part 1 sinners!!!(im on a bus as I type this on)

[d-o-n-n-i-3]

sorry for venting sm, i js need to get shit offa my mind. anyways heres another because im whiny asf

im beginning to realize that im eating a lot less. i. didnt think that i was doing so bad, until today. i ate something small yesterday, i think. definitely not enough though. i ate a little bit more than yesterday today. and ive come to realize, at 9 pm tonight, that i cant remember the last time i was full. i cant remember the last time i actually looked at my body and felt a positive emotion until today. and i only felt it because i realized id definitely lost weight. i dont have an eating disorder (thats diagnosed) but ive felt like this off and on since i was 11. 12 was a really bad age, i neglected to eat for weeks, and if i did i cut myself for doing so. it sucked, and still sucks because i like. miss it? i miss having control. the growling of my stomach not making me try and fill it, but try and give it even less. less than nothing. i used to throw up my meals a lot too. recently, ive been throwing up my meals again, but because im so tense. i cant remember a time i wasnt shaking since last wednesday, when i had a fight with my dad. and im dizzy. im so dizzy and my legs are shaking when i just try and put any weight on them. im not light, by any means. im muscular, but i have a sleeper build so it doesnt really show.

but fuck. it feels. freeing to be hungry. it feels right, because i think- no, i know - its what i deserve. i always also feel better when im hungry, and it feels like a long war finally being won when my stomach grumbles in protest to what im doing. but it feels so right. my mom would be pissed if she found out. but like. this weekend, shes now seen my eating patterns. i only ate just a little bit of what my aunt and uncle cooked because i felt bad. also they kind of. pressured me to make a plate, first before anyone else. i understood that i couldnt stall. during todays "dinner" i sat on the balcony, and didnt touch my food. i just stared off into space for a long while, then i came inside and said i couldnt stomach it. and my aunt didnt really care, and neither did my mom.

also sleeping. last night, i had my first beer. i stole it and drank it in the night, at like 3 something in the morning. i only went to sleep at around 3:30 because of it. i stashed another one in a cabinet down here, too (the basement). i dont feel guilty at all honestly, and im probably gonna do it again, but stay up later. but also, my eye bags are reeeeaaaaally prominent. i talked to my gf and mentioned id slept for 3 hours on thusrday night, and she said she could tell. i probably havent been sleeping as well as i used to because i havent been taking my meds. because they nulled my emotions. but now, off of them, my emotions are barely there. im feeling practically nothing. im faking so hard. i told my therapist that im pretended to be fine around everyone because i dont want to worry them, and she said that i needed to stop. but heres the thing. i cant. i cant risk losing my mom's trust, i cant risk losing my friends comfort in me (basically coming to me when they have a problem. i give advice, or just listen. either way, i am NOT losing that because my whiny ass said something stupid.), and i cant risk losing face. although im kinda doing that on here. airing out my dirty laundry for all to see. maybe i should stop.

i dont want to, but it might be for the best. i wanna stop doing a lot of things. one of those things i dont wanna do is something that ive been trying to want for so long. its living. i havet thought this way in so long. its nice though, a comfort to feel this way. because ive felt it for so long. ive felt it ever since i can remember. i dont know how to just. fully stop thinking like this. is it so bad that i dont want to? is it so bad that i just want to feel? even if its actively taking its toll on me? these are rhetorical questions, of course, not meant to be answered. i dont think i want to know the answer, anyways.

uh im probably done yappin for now. if you dont wanna see this shit lemme know asap please.

[c-oupsie]

okay, my love, i am here to officially request ruining vernon with some kind of vibe around these dialogue prompts "do you know how long I've been waiting for this?" and "Use me. Fuck Me. Do whatever you want, but god, please touch me"

like that general vibe of desperate vernon wanting to be ruined and used??? i am feral at the mere thought

you can go wild with the rest of it, and you dont even need to write it smutty if you don't want, just do what you feel it right, bby. i just request the vibes, man, the vibes.

i fear i will go insane and ramble forever if i don't send this rn omg

luv u bby 💗

[9:12AM] - vernon

ⓘ college student! vernon x tutor! f! reader — college au, SMUT (MDNI), reader is mentioned to have big tits and thighs and some pubic hair, kinda bottom! vernon, sloppy make out, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, handjob, spitting, overstimulation, bodily fluids (cum).

1.8k words — note. thank you for requesting, my love! (and thank you @haologram and @beomcoups for beta reading ‹𝟹) you know I love writing a desperate vernon, so I had a field day with this one. hope you enjoy ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

oh,

oh,

oh, fuck.

this is not what you're used to seeing during your advanced arithmetics tutoring private lessons, but alas, you're not one to complain; not with such a delightful sight first thing in the morning.

not when said sight makes your eyes twinkle, your heart pound, and your pussy clench impossibly tight around thin air the more you look at it—the more you look at him, your favorite student sitting on his single bed, back resting on the wall behind him, eyes closed and head thrown back, his usual adidas sweatpants pulled down just enough for his impressive dick to be free of restraints as his slender fingers jerk it off with expertise.

and your eyes lock in on it, completely entranced by how flush, and long, and curved, and pretty it looks—just like you always imagined—just like its owner: vernon, a second year student that, although actually pretty good in arithmetics, begged you to tutor him for an exam he just couldn't seem to pass. today was supposed to be the final session before his test, but with the scene unfolding in front of you, you suppose that's not going to happen.

to be fair, you should've texted him to let him know you'd be coming over about half an hour earlier than agreed—but how were you supposed to know that you'd be catching him like this? moaning and groaning and whimpering while desperately milking his own cock? so desperate he didn't hear your knocks, or you opening his bedroom door?

and fuck. you know you should turn away and erase this moment from your mind, but instead your eyes trail up from his dick to his blissed, completely fucked out and sweaty face. his lips are full and plump and red because of all the slow torture his teeth are putting them through in a futile effort to stay somehow quiet and not be heard from his roommates—the same ones who let you in just moments before.

your naked thighs start rubbing together, seeking some kind of relief, but all it does is make you even hornier. you can feel your own arousal slowly trickle down your inner thighs, eyes again locked on his angry cock, leaking and leaking non stop as it gets fucked with his hand.

then, a deep, guttural moan leaves vernon's lips, and you quickly go to look up at his expression, only to find him already looking at you. desperate, frantic—needy. you gasp at how intense his look is.

“____” vernon's voice is broken, breathless, his hips now jolting with every stroke. “please, please-”

“fuck…” you whisper, the knot in your lower stomach starting to tighten as he whines your name, as he begs you to help him in the prettiest, dirties way. 

you're getting dizzy just looking at him—and there's no way you can resist him, so, heart pounding, you turn to lock the door and seconds later, you find yourself standing between vernon’s spread legs.

you groan as you throw your backpack on the floor, eyes never leaving his clouded, lustful ones. how someone can look this fucking pretty and pliant, just waiting for your next move, is a wonder to you.

“hands off.” you say all of a sudden, and his eyes widen. hesitantly, he stops stroking himself, his pink tip drooling with precum, but he doesn't unwrap his hand. you click your tongue, then, bend forward so you can face him. 

“____ …” vernon whimpers when your minty breath hits his flushed face, his adam’s apple bobbing at the sight of your full tits being held up by your tank top—the sluttiest one he’s seen you wear thus far. the amount of times he’d gotten off with them in mind, dreaming about kissing, licking, fondling, fucking them was embarrassing. 

thoughtlessly, his fingers start moving on his shaft again, but you hastily grab his wrist. 

“off.” 

and this time, he obeys, the look in your eyes causing a shiver to run down his spine, and he can’t help it when he groans: “use me. fuck me. do whatever you want, but god, please touch me.”

at vernon's words, your pussy clenches, another trickle of arousal running down your hot skin. you don't think you’ll ever hear anything hotter than this, from a pretty boy like him nonetheless, for the rest of your life.

you're so fucking wet.

“do you know how long I've been waiting for this, nonie?” you mewl, your thumb tracing his bottom lip while your other hand drops his wrist, your fingertips now lightly tracing the veins on his length. he shudders. “wanna know how many times I pictured you saying those words to me?” you continue, your voice charged with raw lust. “how many times I’ve had to hold myself back from pulling these fucking sweatpants down?” 

he forces his eyes to stay open, forces himself not to cum the moment you spit on his cock and wrap your hand around it before starting a slow, lingering up and down movement—however, vernon's eyes do roll back a little when you push your manicured thumb inside his mouth. 

“and hell, do you never put underwear on? or is it just for our tutoring sessions that you skip out on it?” you lightly squeeze his weeping cock, thighs rubbing together when he moans around your finger. “god, I could see your cock twitch every time I took a glance at it. bet you loved watching me drool at how hard and big it looked under these.”

vernon's dick throbs in your hand, his hazel eyes jumping between your eyes, tits and fingers covered in his precum. 

“fucking perv.” you mutter, popping your finger out of his mouth to grab his wrist and bring his hand to your chest, the little black tank top you picked today doing nothing to hide how hard your nipples are for him.

“god–” vernon’s voice cracks when he gets a hold of your boobs, his long fingers wasting no time before starting to knead them, and his warm, sticky with sweat palm, paired with the rough fabric rubbing against your sensitive nipples causes a whimper to leave your lips, pussy pulsing under his mesmerized gaze.

in a swift movement, he pushes down your top, and his length twitches in your hold when he finally sees them naked because, as always, you had— “no bra…” he breathes, admiring your perked up nipples with a dreamy look. if he didn't start toying with them the second after, you probably would've giggled at how adorable his face was.

“yeah. made me a perv too. look—” you whine, your hand still jerking him off painfully slow as the other reaches for the one button holding your skirt up. you unbutton it, and the cloth falls down to the floor, revealing your bare, drenched cunt to his eyes. “look what you do to me, nonie.”

he could see your arousal dripping down your legs, the morning rays dancing on the skin of your plush thighs, and the sight of you, your pretty, fiery eyes looking down at him, glorious body almost naked between his thighs, pretty pussy on sight, his own hands playing with your tits while yours stroke his dick—

fuck– vernon wonders how he still hasn't busted the fattest nut in the universe.

“you’re–” he gasps out, “so, so, gorgeous-” he barely manages to say before your lips finally smash against his own with a high-pitched moan coming from you. and as you whine and whimper in his mouth, your tongues clashing for the first time, all he can think is how much better this is compared to all of the wet dreams he’s had about you.

and then, he can feel it– can feel his high approaching, fast. your hand’s strokes become quicker, more expert, and he can barely fucking think as he can feel your knees sinking on the bed, now straddling him.

“wan’” he struggles to speak, mind clouded by so much pleasure he feels as if he’s about to see the golden gates, but still, his hand slides from your full tits to your hips. his words are muffled when he says: “wan’ you to feel good too–” 

your hips jolt forward when his slender fingers trace your pussy lips and the little patch of hair on top, before immediately finding your clit—throbbing, waiting to be played with. and so, vernon does.

he wastes no time trapping it between his fingers and teasing it with his thumb, making you gasp and yelp in his mouth desperately, your hand struggling to keep a steady tempo jerking him off, your kiss becoming sloppier, messier by the second. 

“s-slow down—” he’s the one to beg when he can feel his balls and abs starting to tighten, his high imminent. “ple– fuck– no-” he continues, but instead, you keep going– even faster, your melodic moans, your bouncy tits his hand is still kneading, your warm pussy as he continues toying with your clit only speeding the process.

“don- don’ hold back, nonie–” you almost sob, nails raking at his scalp as if begging him. “cum for me. wanna see you cum–”

and vernon is but a man—a man who’s been having a crush on you for months. a man who's been jerking off for a good twenty minutes before you walked into his bedroom. a man who truly hopes this isn't the nth dream he has about finally getting to have you. a man who, even if he’d love to make you cum first, he knows he’s reached his limit—so, he cums.

he cums with a whimper, his eyes crossing, and with his hands fondling the soft skin of your thighs. and god, does he cum a lot. thick ropes of release shoot out and land on his stomach and torso, half covered by the black zip up on him as he moans and gasps your name. 

that’s almost enough to make you cum too, your cunt dripping even more as you help him ride out his high, your lips drinking in his every sound and sigh. then, after what feels like forever, vernon pulls back from your kiss and, if you could, you’d take a picture to immortalize the moment.

he’s unsurprisingly gorgeous, even more post-nut. his eyes are glazed, his cheeks are deep red, and so are his lips: full and puffy after being tortured by yours. 

then, a glint in his eye, and a finger tracing your drenched folds before it slowly teases your entrance.

“this is the last time I’m coming first.”

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[neowinestainedress]

hey i really wanted to request a drabble where yn is in a established relationship with jaemin and they kinda have this habit of watching porn together if this is really weird just completely ignore love ur writing bye

w!: watching p*rn together (ofc), fingering, spit play (once on p*ssy), handj*b, mutual m*sturbation, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, cr*ampie, dirty talk, voyeurism/exhibitionism/fxf mentions, you get compared to a fleshlight but it’s only because i didn’t know if the description of the position was clear enough, there are no degrading/objectifying intents behind it

a/n: hi! it’s not weird but i’m not sure what kind of porn you wanted them to watch so i’m not sure you will like this + my bisexuality jumped out i’m sorry BUT if this is not what you had in mind send it again and i’ll write it in another way. once again, it’s longer than a drabble. off topic: this fuelled my want to write an mxfxf smut fic

It all started when Jaemin caught you masturbating one afternoon just a few months after you started dating, and then it became kind of a habit. 

At first, you felt a bit guilty, after all, you had him and it wasn’t like something was missing from your relationship or sexual life, but Jaemin reacted in a totally different way. Asking you to replay the video as he sat next to you in bed and started copying the act on the screen. 

You never imagined you would love doing that so much, so used to having only him to focus on him when you had sex, but something about it all felt exciting. 

So here you are now, legs spread open on the bed while Jaemin is behind you, touching your body and teasing your clit. You can feel his hard dick press against your back, and you’d love to try to reach back and touch it, but you’re already too lost in the video playing in front of you from the laptop (as you decided it was better than the tiny screen of your phone). 

“Fuck, babe, you’re so wet already,” Jaemin comments, teasing a finger against your entrance but without pushing in. “Just seeing her body got you like that?” 

“She’s hot,” you mumble, moving your eyes from the screen to your boyfriend’s fingers, feeling your body heat up when you see them already dirty with your wetness. To be fair, you were pent-up and extremely needy these days, so the scene in front of you, and your boyfriend behind, weren’t helping at all. 

“Mhh, she is,” he whispers, hot breath fanning against your neck before you feel his lips on your shoulder, “not like you, though.” 

You lower your head, feeling your heart flip in your chest, but before the romantic moment can sink in, his fingers start moving on your clit, just like the man in the video is doing. The moan that rolls from your tongue is almost in synch with the one the woman in the video lets out. 

“Do you think he’s better than me?” Jaemin asks and you furrow for a second. 

“N-no,” you reply, toes curling as pleasure starts buzzing harder in your body.

“Yet, look at her, she’s already a whimpering mess.”  

“I’m trying to — I’m trying to keep my composure,” you justify. 

“Why? Do I really have to say it all the time? I want to see you fall apart,” he groans, lightly slapping your clit. 

You shake your head, parting your legs more, but that position doesn’t last long since Jaemin bends your knees and keeps your legs parted with his own. 

You shouldn’t be so turned on by hearing another person moan, but you are. The soft sounds coming from the laptop are making you dizzy and are a killer combo with Jaemin’s skilled fingers rubbing your clit exactly like you want and his hand cupping your boobs and teasing your nipples. So you come hard as you squeeze your eyes shut and roll your head back as pleasure runs over you, failing your task of coming with the girl in the video. 

“You’re so hot, babe,” Jaemin moans, flicking his fingers faster after collecting more wetness that’s drooling out of you to ride your high. 

Your hips squirm away, already feeling sensitive, but Jaemin forces you down in place.  

“Turn around,” Jaemin orders when your orgasm dies down. “Just like her, come on.” 

Your legs are already weak, but you don’t waste time bending on his legs, ass up and chest pressed against the mattress after you took a quick glance at the screen to see how she was standing now. 

You squirm when Jaemin slaps your ass and then pulls the cheeks apart, your back arching more when he loudly spits on your swollen hole, following what’s happening in the video with no hesitation. 

“You liked it?” He asks and you can hear the surprise in his voice. 

“I guess,” you mumble, a bit surprised yourself that you find that hot. 

“Good, I’ll try to remember that,” he whispers chuckling before his fingers start teasing your clit again, making your bite your lower lip to suppress an incredibly high-pitched moan. 

“I want to touch you,” you whine, trying to search for his dick and having a hard time given the position you’re in. You loved doing this because you would mutually masturbate, but lately, Jaemin had this thing of turning this into a ‘worshipping-you-moment’, especially after you found those videos that were very much female-pleasure centred. And you have nothing to complain about, but you still want to make him feel good. 

Jaemin chuckles as he parts his eyes from the video to watch your wondering hand. “Here,” he says, grabbing it and bringing it to his dick. “If it’s uncomfortable we can change position.”

A dumb smile of victory blooms on your face when you finally start stroking him, finally hearing his shaky breath and first moans. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you cry out when, forcing your eyes open to stare at the screen, you see a string of cum drip out of her pussy as he keeps fucking his fingers deep into her. The arch of her back and her plump ass bouncing back and forth, making you gag at the view. “She’s so pretty.” 

Jaemin chuckles, curling his fingers into you, watching your body tremble underneath him. “Would you like to fuck her like he’s doing?” 

His question surprises you, even if it’s not the first time you talk about having sex with someone else, but it mostly stays on a joking ground. Still, it’s not new to you that Jaemin gets turned on by watching or being watched, a clear example these porn-watching-sessions and his carelessness doing it in risky places or when someone is around. 

“Are you thinking about it, babe?” He teases, slapping your ass with his other hand, bringing you back to him. “Do you think you would get her that wet?” 

“I — I don’t know,” you mumble, brain far gone, too busy thinking about too many things. 

“I think you would. I mean, everyone would want you,” he hums. “I think you’d be pretty good at it too. Fingering her pussy like you do with yours, curling those fingers so nicely,” he curls them up, hitting your g-spot, making your toes curl and your back arch, “you’d make her squirt everywhere.” 

At his words you lose it, squirting all over his wrist and arm, while your mouth hangs open to let out a long wail of moans that mix up with the ones coming from the laptop as the woman in the video reaches another orgasm too. 

“Fuck, Nana, too much,” you cry when he pulls out, moving his fingers on your clit and entrance in quick motions to make sure he has milked everything from you. “Please.” 

“We’re not done,” he says, though he stops touching your sensitive spot, and instead rubs his hand on your back, caressing it. 

“You didn’t come, yet,” you whine, rolling over and staring at him while your hand resumes the movements you had stopped since he asked you that question. 

Jaemin rolls his eyes back, inhaling deeply as he feels you shift next to him to get in a more comfortable position, and, so lost in the movements of your hand, he’s startled when he feels your mouth around his tip. 

“Shit,” he groans, looking down at you, meeting your innocent eyes and the lift of your shoulders to tell him that was what you were supposed to be doing, and when he glances at the monitor, he gets it. “I should lay down, it’s a 69.”

Your mouth leaves his dick, and you speak. “I can’t take oral, you will kill me.” 

“I’m sure you can, come on,” he orders, but you have no intentions to obey, so he gives up soon after. More moans leave his mouth as you start sucking his dick with more vigour, and the lewd sounds of your mouth adding up to the ones of the video, drive him closer to the edge faster than he expects. You bob your head up and down while your hand fondle his balls and the other one touches his torso until it reaches his sensitive nipples. 

“Shit,” Jaemin grunts as he tries to hold it in for a bit more, but you know what you’re doing, and even when he escapes from your face, the view on the screen is not less hot, so he comes in your mouth as soft groans fill the room. 

You pull away once you’re sure he’s done, licking your lips and kissing his in a slow, yet passionate, kiss. 

Jaemin gently lays you horizontally on the mattress, adjusting the computer to make sure you can both still see the video, and then kneels between your spread legs. 

You turn your head to the side, finding yourself getting caught in the way he’s touching her, hands running on her waist, tummy and then move up to fondle her soft boobs, causing her to roll her head back at the stimulation. 

Jaemin coughs and you immediately bring your attention to him with apologetic eyes. “Don’t, it’s cute. I can’t really tell if you wish I was doing it to you or if you wish you were doing it to her, but I don’t mind.” 

You lower your eyes for a second, feeling a bit shy, but then you make eye contact again. “Why not both?” 

Jaemin chuckles, leaning down to kiss you, “Both is good.” 

You moan in the kiss when the tip of his cock rubs against your entrance and starts to push in, stretching you as he slowly bottoms into you. You only focus on your boyfriend at the start, enjoying the sensation of being filled to the brim as he starts driving his hips in and out of you, cupping his face as you keep pulling him into heated kisses, the video just a background of moans and skin slapping sounds. 

But a particular higher moan grabs your attention, making you turn to the side. “Me too,” you plead, looking into Jaemin’s eyes, watching as a smirk curls his lips. 

“Want to feel me deeper? Is this not enough?” He teases but does what you ask anyway, wrapping his hands around your waist to lift your lower body from the mattress, your feet pressing down the bed to help him keep you up as he starts fucking your body on his length, almost as if he’s using you like a fleshlight. 

“Fuck, so good,” you cry out, head rolling back as your hands clench on the sheets. 

“You’re so wet, it really turns you on so fucking much,” he groans, eyes stuck where your bodies meet, watching your greedy hole suck him in and coat him with cum. “No, don’t look at me, look at her,” he orders, cupping your chin and turning your face to the side, fixating his gaze on the video too. “Look at how wet she is, just like you, dripping all over his cock. That’s why she turns you on so much, ’cause you’re both desperate, uhm?” 

You mumble a senseless reply, chest heaving faster as you feel close again. Your clit is painfully hard and you need him to touch you, you don’t care you might pass out after this orgasm. The thing is, you’re so turned on that you don’t even think about asking and just do it yourself. 

Jaemin watches your hand sneak between your bodies but doesn’t say anything, he only stands straight again to have a better view and goes back to fucking you like before. The scene in front of his eyes is addictive and intoxicating, his eyes keep moving up and down from between your legs, where your hand is moving skillfully on your clit, to your face, still focused on the video. It’s so hot to watch you pleasure yourself and get lost in someone else getting fucked, and he’d die to know what’s running in your brain — if something is running in your brain, because you look pretty fucked out and he’s not sure you have a single thought that makes sense in you.

You feel like it’s a matter of seconds now and your fingers start moving faster, you can’t keep your eyes open anymore, feeling them heavy as the pleasure intensifies but you still turn your face to your boyfriend, you want to look at him while you come. And as expected, the third orgasm washes over you in a few seconds, leaving you moaning and gasping for air, back arching to fuck back into him while you keep touching your clit. You hear louder moans next to you, but you don’t turn to the side to look, preferring to watch as the climax hits Jaemin too, watching his lips part as he groans and whimpers, eyebrows narrowed and head slightly thrown back. 

You both go out of the haze just in time to see the end of the video, a close-up of the creampie that shouldn’t make you clench around his dick but does. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispers, watching the cum ooze down her hole, slowly dripping on the mattress. You don’t say anything, but you think that too, and have to look away before getting turned on again. 

Jaemin is shaken out of the haze when the screen turns back, his eyes on you as he pulls out, pushing your legs up to imitate the shot of the video and staring at his cum leak out of your swollen pussy. 

You let him do his thing, too tired to even try to steal a glance between your legs, but when his fingers plunge into you again, you let out a scream of his name. 

“Fine, fine, sorry,” he chuckles at your glaring stare. “It’s just hot, you know I like fucking my cum back into you.” 

“I will pass out if you touch me again,” you reply and he kisses your frown away. 

“’m sorry,” Jaemin whispers against your lips before pulling you into a hug. “I’ll save it for another time.” 

You giggle, kissing him again. “Yeah, I think we have many things to save for another time,” you stop, smiling shyly. “If you want to.” 

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[toasty-melons]

Abby or ellie with gf reader who gets hella irritated/mad easily when it’s hot out? its hella hot where i live rn n everyone is so annoyed with my attitude but idec this heat is some bs

i FEEL this. i AM this. i’ve been on an Abby kick lately lately so here we go..

i love love love flirty Abby.

Summer Heat

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

(side note: this picture makes my brain go fuzzy 😵‍💫)

Even with shorts and your girlfriend’s oversized t shirt on, it still feels like a million degrees. It’s so hot that it’s almost sticky. Groaning you walk into your shared kitchen to find your sweet, lovely girlfriend pouring some lemonade into two glasses. All her muscles on full display in a fitted, sleeveless shirt and some short athletic shorts. She smiles at you and holds out a filled glass, you take it and swallow the sweet liquid quickly. She eyes you up and down while taking a much slower sip from her cup.

“That my shirt?” You look down and tug on the fabric that hangs loosely from your body and shrug. Furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips making their way onto your pretty face.

“Looks like it, doesn’t it?” The sass laced in your tone clearly throws Abby off guard. She recovers with a grin that has you sweating more than you already are.

“Someone’s in a pissy mood.” You roll your eyes at her mocking words. You can’t help it, it’s hot and your girlfriend is asking stupid questions. Shrugging you hop up onto the kitchen counter, the tile cool under your thighs. She walks over to you slowly, mocking your pout and you try to hold back a smile, failing miserably.

She places her large hands over your knees and pulls them apart, standing in between your legs and replacing her hands on either side of you, leaning in close. Your heart speeds up and your stomach erupts with butterflies.

“What’s got you so worked up, pretty girl?” Her voice is low, teasing, and whispered against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Nothing. It’s just hot, Abs..” You’re quiet but irritation still heavily laced in your words. A pout sitting on your pretty lips again. She tilts her head at you and slightly squints her eyes.

“You’re giving me an attitude because it’s hot?” You think she’s mad at first until you meet her gaze and see her face you know she’s the furthest thing from mad. “I don’t think that’s very fair, baby. What happened to my sweet girl, huh?” Her soft teasing has your face flushing and you’re squirming under her gaze.

“ ‘m sorry Abs.. just hot is all. I hate being hot, it’s so annoying and irritating.” She listens intently as you whine. Her grin only making you whinier. You place your hands over her biceps and run your fingers up and down them softly, feeling her flex beneath your touch.

She leans in close and nudges her nose against yours. Your attitude slowly slipping away the more she distracted you with a very different kind of heat. She presses slow, soft kisses to your cheek down to your jaw. Mumbling a quiet, “You’re my sweet girl, aren’t you?” You nod and hum a whiney, ‘mhm.’ She chuckles and runs her hands up your hips and sides, her fingers digging into you gently.

“I know you’re all hot and miserable baby, but don’t be mean to me.” You pout for a very different reason this time. Abby’s words making your mind hazy and dizzy.

“Abby.” She only grins wider at you and nudges your nose with hers again. Telling you to ‘use your words baby.’ You tilt your head up and mumble, “Wanna real kiss.” Trying to catch her lips with your own, instead she pulls away ever so slightly and chuckles.

Placing a hand under your jaw, and another further up your waist she whispers into your ear, “Only sweet girls get real kisses.” This makes you pout and pull away completely, groaning and suddenly feeling that agonizing summer heat all over again. Abby laughs and grabs one your hands in hers and places soft kisses against the back of it. “Just kidding baby.. i’ll give you a real kiss if that’s what you want?”

“Obviously that’s what I want.” Right as the words slip past your lips, Abby places a hand under your jaw, pulling you and forcing you to look at her.

“I asked you to not be mean, didn’t I? I fucking meant it.” Her low voice sends another shiver down your spine and you can’t help the grin that creeps onto your face. Her eyebrows furrow and you giggle.

“Gonna kiss me for real and shut me up then?” She matches your grin at your question and a moment later her lips are attacking yours. Mumbling a ‘fucking tease,’ in between the heated kisses. A heat that is much more bearable and enjoyable.

[momomoring]

lol in a silly goofy mood rn thinking about gp!momo and how much she likes it when sana rides her.

momo’s sitting in a chair, eyes screwed shut, hands gripping sana’s waist so hard it’s leaving bruises. sana’s straddling momo’s lap, fucking herself on her dick. she’s so wet it’s dripping down momo’s length and making a mess in her lap.

sana has a hand on the back of the chair, just beside momo’s head, and her other hand gripping her shoulder for leverage every time she lifts up and forces herself downwards on momo.

her dick stretches sana out, hitting every single spot inside of her so good her eyes roll back. she’s nearly dizzy with how good it feels, momo’s dick pulsing inside of her, needy little whimpers falling out of momo’s mouth.

it’s kind of pathetic, how much momo likes this, sana controlling both of their pleasure but primarily seeking her own. how momo just lays there, hands gripping sana harshly but barely doing anything to help her fuck herself on momo’s dick.

the coil in sana’s stomach tightens, and it gets harder to lift up, to keep the consistency of her movements. she falls forwards, lips finding momo’s neck, mouthing at her pulse point, teeth biting down and tongue smoothing it over. momo lets out a groan, thrusting upwards. sana gasps against momo’s neck at how her dick goes even deeper, stretches her even further.

“just like that,” sana chokes out and momo, like the good girl she is, thrusts upwards again, those hands on sana’s waist finally useful for something.

sana’s cries grow louder as momo continues fucking up into her, guiding her sloppy movements. momo grunts with the effort, her shoulder muscles working and flexing under sana’s hand. momo’s teeth are gritted with the strain but she loves it, the way it makes sana moan brokenly, hands gripping her and fucking herself desperately on momo.

“i’m so close,” sana says, voice shaking and unsteady. momo groans, trying not to come as she shifts closer, an arm wrapping around sana’s waist, her other hand sliding around to rub harshly at her clit as she thrusts into her. sana nearly screams, the stimulation on her clit overwhelming and intense, but it’s everything she needs and she comes, body convulsing and shuddering.

she clenches around momo’s dick as she continues fucking herself wantonly, momo’s thumb rubbing her clit. the tightness of sana’s wet pussy is all momo can think about, her dick throbbing inside of her as she fucks into her harder, chasing her own orgasm.

it happens within seconds after momo stops trying to prevent it, spilling into sana, warmth exploding as she cries out. her hold on sana tightens as her head falls forwards so that her forehead can rest on her shoulder. sana groans with the feeling and shifts on momo’s dick, milking it for what it’s worth.

and finally, momo leans back, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. her hand finds its way to sana’s stomach and she rubs at her lower stomach, her dick and cum still inside of her. the corner of her mouth quirks upward in a smirk.

“you look pretty like that,” momo says.

sana hums, leaning closer to kiss her lazily for a moment before mumbling against her lips, “so do you.”

[323cutie]

wooyoung the panty stealer … will cum in them and tries his best to sneak it back into your laundry. is embarrassed that you catch him, but tries to hit you with the “you shouldnt have left your panties out like that!!!”

the lacy ones are sexy of course, but he prefers your nice cotton briefs the most. if you ask him where your panties went, expect a video of the soft cotton wrapped around his dick.

-bd nonnie

This has plagued my mind since about 10 am this morning. also i got kind of carried away.

cw ୨୧ masturbation (m) (with the help of some panties!), whimper audio (real), implied phone sex, cum eating, a teeny tiny bit of dirty talk

You spend a good five minutes just staring at your phone when the video first comes in.

It's sent with a suspicious black heart, and nothing else. You see the notification three minutes after Wooyoung sent it -- you're surprised you don't have more messages, given you left him on delivered. The "attachment: 1 video" makes you think it's some screen-recorded TikTok or a clip of Jiji, your cat, up to no good while Wooyoung's tending to her --

The video is black. You tap it and then hit the play button, settling a little more comfortably into the hotel bed you've adjusted to over the last few days. (Your business trip has sucked the life out of you, and you're eternally grateful for the complimentary bubble bath that was in the fiuture.) A shuffle of fabric comes from your speaker and you turn the volume up a little, listening to a shaky gasp.

It goes like this: you feel your brows come together in confusion, the phone finally lifts from what you now know is the bed, and when the flash finally settles, you're met with a pretty little video of Wooyoung jerking off.

Using your panties.

You gulp comically loud, pressing your thighs together already. Wooyoung whines and whimpers and moans, rubbing your panties all over his cock. You feel dizzy. In the video, he says, voice tight, "miss you so much, baby," pulling the fabric tight around the head of his cock, he moans. "ffffuck, just couldn't help myself."

That and the sound of him spitting into his hand are enough for you, closing out of the video only barely over halfway in to text Wooyoung.

6:17 pm wuyo<3: 🖤

6:28 pm you: what you: whta the fuck you: jung wooyoung.

6:29 pm wuyo<3: yes? 😇

6:29 pm you: do NOT use that emoji rn you know what you did

6:29 pm wuyo<3: just miss you so much baby wuyo<3: wish i could feel you around my cock... been too long

6:30 pm you: fuck.

In record time you have your hand down your pants, facetiming Wooyoung. He picks up quick, eyes eager and hungry when you make eye contact. He wastes no time talking you through it, all the while licking up the drops of his cum on your panties.

[danemia]

lemme rant rq cause this is my diary

so i went to the dr with my mom cause i had the flu (not anymore, but lowk it made me have 0 APPETITE so f@sting during it was easy) but anyway, since my last dr appointment which was over the summer ish so august i think, i lost around 7lbs. (i was wearing layers, water loaded + shoes so def more, probably around 10-15lbs but idrk cause my scale LOVES to change my weight all the time. and my mom ofc noticed (the weight loss in the chart since august) but i blamed it on the flu easy peasy and she’s been trying to buy me snacks and make me eat more which is annoying but she’s trying to be a mom so it’s okay. also im not sure if it’s the 3d brain but i feel like she’s trying to fatten me but i can’t really tell? like she’s offering food more, or maybe she’s not idk. it is now 1:44am, yesterday i fainted a bit so i treated it as a break and ate “normally” fainting + dizziness has gone down and now i feel like a failure, but that’s okay cause today is a new day. also does anyone else hallucinate after long periods of fasting? maybe it’s the sleep deprivation but i genuinely start seeing stuff and it’s lowk scary but maybe that’s another issue, anyway i won’t have access to food from now(1:44)-3pm so the i just have to survive from 3-10pm and that’s a successful day + thinking like that helps me sm (like every hour of fasting counts) right now im having a celsius (caffeine my beloved appetite suppressant) and im pulling an all nighter and hopefully will crash at 3ish so i sleep most of the day to prevent boredom eating and honestly fasting is just easy if you distract yourself, i think the main issue with me and fasting is i get bored sooooo easily and then eat, not even cause im hungry js bored tbh, but water and games help that. idek what im saying. ugh my insomnia gets so bad when im restricting. also another thing i think th1nspo and m3anspo genuinely do NOY work for me, idk why. like my main motivation is myself cause really im the only one who knows everything i want changed about my body and speaking of omg i have to go the beach on my birthday trip im so scared brooo. well idk if i have to go but i think my family is going and we’ll see tbh, it’s like mid decemeber so this month i genuinely need to lock in like i keep on fasting but then having to break it around 48hrs and it’s annoying, okay THIS fast i won’t stop (and will actually have vitamins and whatnot) also vitamin recs? i feel like the vitamins i take while fasting do not do anything tbh, anddd i have been rambling but it’s giving me smth to do so love u all stay safe ! ONE MORE THING LMAOO green tea is so good and has helped my bloating sm everyone go make a tea rn (it also has caffeine in it) also caffeine helps constipation (at least for me) for all the 4n4s who struggle with that! and green tea is like a subtle laxative, CELSIUS is like a full on one, i drank one a while ago but haven’t had any…bowel movement, but to be fair i did poop this evening and wow i sharing SO much information 😻 ! but yeah it’s way better than actual lax imo, lax makes my stomach hurt ALL day but maybe it’s the kind? I’ve only ever used ducloax or smth like that and it hurts so much omg i might just never take them again, im gonna finish this celsius then make some green tea i wonder how okay anyway

tldr: idek where to start

[crazylittlejester]

I don't know if you're still accepting requests but if you are: Warriors and Wind eating oranges, sharing a fondness for them because Warriors and food poison avoidance + Wind and scurvy prevention

If you're no longer accepting requests, then so sorry :(

- the oranges anon

HI ORANGES ANON!!!

I am!! I got a little thing in my pinned post saying if Mini Fic Requests are open or not, and they’re open rn!

Here you go!! (485 words):

A wave of dizziness slammed into him and Warriors crouched down with a groan, lifting one hand to his aching head and using the other to stabilize himself so he didn’t fall over. He had incorrectly guessed his head was aching due to exhaustion, but the rising nausea and heat in the back of his neck just confirmed his new theory. He needed to eat something.

“Cap’n?” Wind called, turning around and walking towards him. The two of them had headed off alone to explore the area around camp, scouting for enemies but also just giving the little sailor a chance to get his extra energy out.

Warriors was forced to sit down properly when his arm started shaking, and he hung his head with a sigh.

“Ye be needin’ sugar, right?” Wind asked him, digging through his bag with a determined look.

The captain nodded, grateful at least one of them had brought a bag. Warriors had stashed two red potions in his belt and brought everything else they possibly could’ve needed on a short walk bear camp, except any kind of food.

The pirate eventually found an orange and pulled it out with a laugh, handing it to Warriors before digging around for a second. As he peeled his fruit, he watched Wind curiously as the boy furiously picked at his.

His brother caught him staring and blinked up at him. “I know it’s hard for you to eat some times, I didn’t want you to feel like I was watching you, so I’m eating with you!”

Warriors couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes and he froze. Assassination attempts had made his relationship with food and eating very complicated, and many times he found himself starving because his anxiety got too bad. Oranges were a safe food for him, their peel making it hard for them to be tampered with, and eating with the others always made him feel more comfortable. He didn’t know how to feel that not only had Wind noticed something the captain tried to hide, but the little sailor had gone out of his way to help him and comfort him.

“I really like oranges,” his brother told him, popping a slice into his mouth. “They be good fer preventin’ scurvy. Ye don’t be wantin’ that, it sucks.”

Warriors let out a wet laugh, blinking away the spots in his vision and laying down while he ate his own fruit. He listened to Wind talk on and on about his great love for citrus, which eventually turned into a story about his adventures, until the captain felt he could sit upright again without being worried he’d faint.

“Good to go back?” Wind asked with a wide grin. “I be wantin’ to terrorize Wild.”

“Sounds good,” Warriors rolled his eyes fondly, ruffling the kid’s hair and holding him close as they walked back to camp together.

[dipplinduo]

Dipplinshipping headcanon!

Kieran really messing up his health due to a lack of sleep and suffering from a lot of migraines and dizzy spells.

Juliana ofc tries her best to help with them. She sits with him during dizzy spells to comfort him and just in case they get worse and he ends up fainting. (It's rare but sometimes it happens.) And during migraines she just kinda lets his hair down and gives him a full on head massage to make it better.

See I completely agree with this headcanon and yeah, Kieran's def gonna have a weakend immune system with a lack of sleep. Juliana would SO comfort him in this kind of way.

I FIND IT SO FUNNY BECAUSE JULIANA'S WINNING IN THE POLL RN FOR WHO'S GONNA BE SICK TROPE IN MY FIC LOL. Y'all really said "give us nurturing Kieran but make him angsty". Now I gotta think about how that dynamic would be at this stage in their relationship (although admitably, the fact that this is the less predictable/obvious outcome makes it a fun challenge)

[mono-dot-jpeg]

comfort from a demon - beelzebub

summary; being a demon was more of a mental struggle than you expected. you can feel your humanity chip away as you continue to live in the past.

genre/extra tags; slight hurt comfort, fluff, cuddling is the form of comfort fr fr, nightbringer! mc, demon! mc, this is just a silly goofy concept, mc can't catch a break, reader is referred to as mc

word count; 641

warnings; mc gets vertigo, describing dizziness in semi detail, identity crisis(?)

[gender neutral mc]

a/n; i love beel sm :((( he's so,,, hhh i lvoev him :( also i did not read a single thing abt what happened in chapter 80 in obey me og, so uh,, call this canon divergence ig, im in my song looping phase rn. kind of losing my mind bc nothing seems to be hittin. anyways, wrote this at like 3-4am. also something abt writing vertigo made me feel it for a min,,, wild. also i swear i wrote more wtf

you haven't been here for long but you can feel yourself molding to this new form. your mentality is a little less human as the day goes by.

it's been very odd knowing that you're a demon now. you can suddenly understand how to summon beings with ease, read curses, read blessings, and it's just a fraction of what this body seemed capable of.

it was stressful. living your life as a human and suddenly having to be something you're not. you're the "attendant" of the brothers but in another timeline, you're their human roommate that they cherish the most.

they're not really mean in this timeline, which is nice but they are slowing succumbing to the respective sins. and they have to deal with finally accepting that they're no longer angels.

and once again you have to play unpaid therapist while you have your own struggles to deal with.

you can feel yourself slipping away. your head in a constant ache as you think about the past the brothers had to deal with, the way you need to come back, the way you need to regain the trust of the brothers, and the way you need to keep this "attendant" persona of yours until there's a way back to the present.

so here you are sitting in the kitchen, elbows resting on the table and your hand pressed on your temples. it's the dead of night, the world is quiet. it's some of the few bits of silence you needed.

your body aches, your breath is heavy while your head rests on the counter. everything feels dizzy. you can't think right.

"mc? are you asleep?" beel's voice rings gently in your ears. he's gentle as his hand rests on your shoulder. "you shouldn't sleep here, it's not very healthy to sleep sitting like that..." his voice is laced with concern, moving your arms to help him get a better look at you.

but you're adamant and very dizzy still. your body jerks, tugging your arm away from his hold. you can't help but cough, you feel like throwing up as if you were too drunk. but nothing comes out thankfully. "are you okay?" he's moving to the other side where your head is facing away from him. he carefully kneels down to face you properly to check if you were going pale. "i don't want to leave you out here if you're not okay."

you take in a breath only to cough, your body shaking. "not..." you try to speak but fail and shake your head gently to answer his question.

"is it okay if i carry you? i'll take care of you." his stomach is growling but he's too focused on you to care. you swallow your choking feeling back and nod softly. beel is more than extremely careful while he guides your arms to wrap around his neck. he doesn't make any sudden movements to worsen your dizziness. "have you been taking care of yourself?" his voice is softer than usual, laced with concern and curiosity. he hasn't been in devildom for long so he's just as lost as you are on demons and how they deal with illnesses.

you don't answer, head still spinning as you rest your head on his shoulder. your silence speaks volumes to him. he doesn't say anything. you eventually reach the shared bedroom of beel and belphie. it felt like forever to get there with how the world felt like it was spinning faster to you. everything felt too fast yet too slow.

"i'm sorry i can't do much." he frowned. he placed you down on the bed, covering you with a blanket. "but i will help you if you need it. i like you when you're caring for yourself and happy, mc." your heart warms at beel's whisper of a declaration.

no matter the timeline, beel seems to care for you all the same.

"thank you."

[raidenssblog]

Alluring

Paring: tanjiro x male! Reader

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: he/him

Warnings: none

Summary: just some random fluff cus I haven't posted in 1+ months💀 m!reader has long ish hair.

A/n: I posted this for my birthday 4/7 but unfortunately I didn't actually post it and I didn't realise till today😭 I also got lost on this and drifted to other ideas and it's 550am so it's all over the place rn

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Walking around the estate, Tanjiro listens to nezuko hum a tune while holding his hand.

Tanjiro breathed in deeply, smelling the fresh night air once again. They both continue to walk down to the small flowing stream near by before he halted, your scent filled his sensors in a dizzying way.

Nezuko must have noticed you and pulled on tanjiros sleeve, pointing down to the stream where he saw you staring off in a daze.

Nezuko gave her brother a hug before turning on her heels and walking back.

Tanjiro stood on the dirt path wondering if he should go up to you or turn in for the night. As he turned away from you, a pull in his heart said to turn around a go back. Making his way back towards you he stepped on a twig.

Flinching at the sound you quickly jump to your feet and draw your sword. Your nerves calm as you saw who the intruder was.

"far out, you scared the living daylights out of me tanjiro" you sighed, placing your sword back.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" The red headed boy apologised while bowing quickly, giggling quietly to yourself at his actions you sit back down in your spot.

Looking back at him you ushered him to sit with you, and if course he did so. He sat somewhat close to you while slightly flustered.

You had your hair down only leaving the top pulled back. It frames your face and jawline perfectly, the moon hit it in the best way making it almost glow.

Alluring was the best way to describe you.

You had all the features, cold eyes but the way you looked at him with such care and warmth was confusing to tanjiro, you were more hidden away to yourself like Giyu and no one could read you feelings, everyone but tanjiro.

Truth be told when tanjiro looked at you you felt like crying, his eyes were so soft and understanding, he wasn't ment to be in this work force. Tho no one should be.

You've liked him ever since you've met him, how could you not. He's kind, gentle, thoughtful and determined. Your heart would always beat faster when you're around him, palms sweaty and smiling like an idiot.

Looking back at him you smile, tanjiro flushed and looked down. Even in the dull light you could still see the tips of his ears turn bright red. You shuffled closer wrapping an arm around him.

Tanjiro's eyes shoot to yours in surprise. Taking this as an opportunity, you lift your hand and hold his cheek before leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on his lips.

Tanjiro's eyes widened as his body stiffened, after a second he leaned into this kiss, heart beating out of his cheat. His arms snake around your shoulders before he pulls away with a small gasp.

Smiling again, you rub your thumb on his cheek.

"I love you so much tanjiro, I have ever since I met you. I couldn't stop thinking about you and how sweet of a person you are. How you would always make an effort to help others over yourself. You always had that beautiful smile on your face and such a sweet voice" you said finally letting go of all the bottled up feeling you had for him.

Tanjiro was shocked, he had no words. The only thing he could do was look at you.

Worry filled you when he didn't answer after a minute, pulling back a bit you blabbed on. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you upset I just thought you liked me t-"

"I do, I like you a lot. No. Not like, I love you. I love you so much m/n. Your so nice and you get along with nezuko so well. You've accepted the fact that she's a demon and that warmed me so much. I love you more than what you know m/n"

With that tanjiro kiss you one finally time. Pulling you closer than before and kissing deeper than before. Both your feelings are let out and you can finally show how much he means to you.

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[ssongsboo]

thinking of professor!junseok rn… 😵‍💫😵‍💫

him eagerly offering you extra lessons because you don’t understand the material properly, and you agree thinking it was a good idea… but when you stay back after school with him, his disheveled look turns you on more than you’d like to admit

realising that you’re getting so hot and bothered for him, he proposes a deal that if you get at least 80% on the next test, he’ll give you a special reward

not gonna elaborate more cus i think you know where i’m going with this.. but he’s so fine i need to suck his dick so bad

-🪐 (sorry about this word vomit)

the clock ticked past five, the once-busy classroom now eerily silent except for the faint scribble of your pen and the occasional shuffle of paper from the man seated across the desk.

professor junseok was nothing like you’d expected- a mess of tousled hair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, glasses perched precariously on his nose. his sharp eyes darted from your notes to your face, and back again, as if assessing not just your understanding of the material, but you.

you shifted in your seat, hyper-aware of how warm the room felt. maybe it was the way his shirt clung to his figure after a long day, the faint sheen of sweat glistening along his neck. or maybe it was the way his voice dropped an octave whenever he leaned in to explain a problem, his breath ghosting over your ear.

junseok leaned back in his chair, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms that flexed as he adjusted his glasses. his hair was messier than usual, strands falling into his eyes from running his hands through it all day.

you were supposed to be focusing on the material, but the way his voice dropped when he spoke- low, smooth, deliberate- had you squirming in your seat.

"did you hear me?" his voice cut through the fog of your thoughts, sharp and laced with amusement. you blinked, cheeks warming under his intense gaze. "uh, y-yeah."

junseok tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"liar. your mind's been somewhere else this whole time." he leaned forward, the desk between you suddenly feeling much too small. "tell me what's got you so distracted."

you couldn't answer- not when the scent of his cologne hung so heavily in the air, not when his shirt clung to his chest just enough to outline the faintest hint of muscle. he noticed, of course he did. junseok wasn't just intelligent, he was perceptive, and the sharp glint in his eyes said he already knew the answer.

"hmm…" his voice was a murmur now, rich and teasing. "am i distracting you?" he wondered out loud with faux curiosity.

your breath hitched, and the corner of his mouth curved higher. he leaned closer, his forearms resting on the desk, and the way his shirt tightened across his shoulders sent your heart racing.

"here's the thing," he said, his voice dripping with heat. "you're struggling with the material, and i want to help you. but i can't do that if you're too busy thinking about..." he paused, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip, "...other things."

you swallowed hard, the air between you crackling.

"so, let me offer you some motivation," he continued, his eyes darkening as they bore into yours. "if you can get at least 80% on the next test, i'll give you a reward."

his words hung in the air, heavy and suggestive.

"what kind of reward?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

his smirk deepened, and he leaned in until his lips were just a breath away from your ear. "something special. something…” his lips curled into a dangerous grin “…only for you.”

heat flushed through you, your thighs pressing together under the desk as his hand drifted, almost casually, to rest on the edge of your textbook- so close, yet maddeningly far.

"so, what do you say?" he asked, his tone low and dripping with promise. "are you going to work for it?"

you only nodded, your voice failing you.

"good," he murmured, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before he leaned back, leaving you dizzy and wanting. "don't disappoint me."

[chronically-j]

Introduction

Hi, I’m Jordan!

I’m 21, nonbinary, and my pronouns are she/they/he/it

below is my medical story so far!

so, I’d like to start with the fact that i have PTSD with chronic, dissociative features. this means i really don’t remember much from my childhood, so most will either be vague or will have been explained to me by others, so things may be a bit disjointed

All of my life, i’ve been sick in some way, but always mild enough to not need hospitalization (i consider myself very lucky for that, but part of it is also due to my family being poor and unable to get proper medical care sometimes). I’ve always had aches and pains daily and nausea was quite frequent, though not nearly as often as today. i was a very accident prone child, so much of my pain was attributed to that. ive also gotten daily headaches that come in cycles since i was a young child. i would get headaches for a few days at a time as a kid, then it would calm down for a few weeks/months, then begin again. as an adult, i know get them for weeks at a time, then i get breaks of a few days to a few months, then i repeats. i walked to school all through highschool, and every single day without fail id get insane hip/knee/foot pain, it would be hard to breath, my chest would hurt, and id get dizzy. i was diagnosed with asthma and vocal chord dysfunction at 16

in 2020/2021, i got covid. i cant remember if i was vaccinated at this point, but i believe i was. that week of hell started 6-9 months of hell. it was routine covid, no hospital involved thankfully, but afterwards, we found id either developed POTS/pots like symptoms (being assessed now) or the infection had made it worse. i was experiencing extreme dizziness, falls, a heart rate that would spike to 150 just for walking around. my joints also began getting worse faster. they already werent great, id had many times during school where my shoulders or hips would pop and hurt so bad all day, but they were worse. i also began getting nauseous daily, and soon i was throwing up daily. it got to a point where i couldnt eat or drink anything and my dr called an ambulance for me because i was so dehydrated. the drs diagnosed me with cannabinoid hyperemesis syndrome, but i continue to use weed because as of rn the pros outweigh the cons (this is both dr and therapist approved). currently though my family is questioning if that is the cause due to certain things not making sense symptom wise, but thats for my dr to decide

as of today, im on medication for my heartrate, im in the process of getting a diagnosis of some kind, and i have an appointment with an EDS specialist to find out if thats why my bones hate me!

i currently use a cane but am slowly accepting that ill likely need more support at some point, and that ill probably need more medication than im comfortable with (i have a huge fear of medication and have to force myself to take what i do)

im hoping to get answers and more help soon! wish me luck!

[apheliia]

OKOK so!! my main thing is that I am a firm believer that pv has limited vision in his eyes and uses his staff via contact to see. I will say I think that his vision got worse overtime, esp after he became one of the heros(?), which also means I think he has smth like cataracts/some kind of blindess that can be developed. Pv closes his eyes a lot bc it's easier to just hold his staff and see though it, though maybe also some light sensitivity that can give him headaches, but I think he'll open his eyes when he's like being soft?? If that makes sense?? Like he'll want to look at scenery after hearing the sounds/others talking abt it or wants to look at another (chantilly.. sg... his friends..) even if he can't rlly see or smth. If that makes any sense. Or if he's stressed abt smth (that one sprite of him like.. holding his head..). Also another thought — younger pv w glasses maybe..

Talking more abt his staff tho, I think if he isn't holding it or doesn't have any contact w it he can't see though it at all. I also think tho that his staff has some sentience and can see for itself, so when it's out of his hand, it feels the need to get back to his hand. And since pv represents truth, I think he can judge ppl through his vision in his staff. His staff also is influenced by his light of truth, so that's why he can “judge” ppl through his staff when he suspects they could be lying or just wants to see if they're telling the truth. The one being “judged” also starts to feel slightly dizzy and lightheaded when they're in this judgement state, but still say what they planned to etc and that all goes away when they aren't being “judged” anymore (ik this way sm wouldn't have been able to lie to him as easily but sm could theoretically bypass this/not let that chance happen, hence why he was out of view for the most part of ep7)

I think I word a lot of this better in some ways in the posts I made abt it in the tags and ik these are hcs abt his vision and stuff but I'm still thinking abt other hcs.. (someone stop me from giving every favorite of mine like pv a gummy smile..) but!! This is what I have rn <33 I'll share more w you when I think of more if you want.. maybe more hcs relating to his appearance (trying not to project onto him HELP). I also keep sending you such long asks.. that's my bad.. 😭😭

AHHHHHH SO REAL HI i totally agree. visually impaired pv my beloved. i'm a firm believer that he does not have particularly good vision (he cannot see 2 inches in front of his face /hj /lh), oh and i agree soooooo so bad 🥺🥺🥺 he does definitely open his eyes when it comes to looking at the beautiful things in life or his loved ones!!!! so true. pv is visually impaired in that one wip i dropped of him and chantilly but he does open his eyes and he is still looking at them very intently with so much love and concern in his face for them because that's literally his child RAHHH OKAY NO this is not that kind of yapping post. i'm getting off track. Hi. YOUNGER PV WITH GLASSES AJSHSJSHSJSGJ MY BABYYYYYY??!?!?!?!? 🥺❤️❤️❤️

ALSO HARD AGREE i feel like his staff does have some level of sentience. swear to god that thing has attitude, considering the way it stares at cookies sometimes LMFAO?????? ohhhhhh but that's such a sick hc... sm could probably just bypass it somehow, or straight up not be present enough for long enough to be judged, def agree there.

PLEASEEEEE DROP ANYMORE HCS YOU MAY HAVE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 and you don't have to apologize i loveeeee long asks 🤭 they may take me longer to reply to than others but i love them sososo much!!!!

[yridk]

This is a vent post but yeah

Why is so much stuff happening that is just making me feel worse today, I've been sick the past couple of days but I had to show up today bc I had 2 tests and then I have a essay due soon that I can't start without getting help and and I'm just rly tired and dizzy bc im sick, and that's only things that are happening to me specifically bc the news are bad rn and it sucks but there also isn't a lot we can do rn and just idk i feel bad bc of a lot of things, maybe sleeping would help but there is just so much I have to do

Nevermind this i just met one of my like great aunts or smth (idrk what it is in english) outside of my school and talked to her for a bit it was really nice bc talking to her like always makes you feel better and she seemed very happy hearing what school I'm at now and that ive been making friends. Like I still feel bad and kind of empty but that helped a significant amount