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[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

Prickcest prompt!!! Yayy

Ok, here it is: Morty wearing Primes jacket

(also tysm for sharing the post <3 my typing hands are getting tired, need more hands on deck!)

HI SWEETIE <3 sorry I’m just answering this 🥹 life has been hectic OTL (that’s great!! you deserve the attention!! your drabbles are SO Good, I love them. <3)

He finds it by accident.

Morty just turned thirteenth and he’s all alone at home; his mom was out the door before she even finished saying happy birthday, Summer went out with her friends after tousling his hair and wishing him a good day, and his dad promised to bake him a cake after buying the ingredients. They’re all going to take hours to come back, and he’s bored out of his mind.

What are lonely and bored thirteen-year-olds supposed to do if not explore?

The garage has been locked for as long as he can remember. Neither of his parents ever uses it, always parking in the driveway. Usually, his mom doesn’t really mind what any of them does, but the door leading to that part of the house has always been a no-no in her books. His dad tried to open it once and she got so mad not even Summer dared to make snippy comments about it afterwards. Dad never tried it again.

So nobody ever goes in there. Not even her, not really—Morty has only ever seen her try to once, and it was late at night when she was really drunk. He had gone down to the kitchen to get a glass of water but stopped short when he saw her standing there, trying to get the door to open, but she kept missing the keyhole and soon she gave up with a soft thunk of her head against the wood. Morty had silently gone back to bed with his mom’s distressed expression ingrained in his brain.

It’s safe to say Morty is really curious about whatever’s behind it.

Lucky for him, he knows exactly where his mom keeps the garage keys hidden.

He closes the door behind himself in case anybody gets home earlier than expected; better to make them think he’s out as well than to get caught in here. Mom can get really scary when it comes to this place.

However, it proves not to be the smartest move. While it is not yet the summer, maybe Morty should have remembered that the A/C doesn’t redirect here and that the place has been sealed for who knows how long.

He’s been stuffed into worse places and for longer periods of time at school, though, so he can suck it up for a little bit. Especially when Morty’s high hopes and exhilaration taper off when he realizes it’s just a regular room.

Morty doesn’t know what he was expecting, but after the big deal his mom made about it he didn’t think it would be just that!

There’s nothing extraordinary about it. There’s a shelf with things strewn all over, boxes stacked on top of each other, and a workbench on the opposite wall. The floor has a thick layer of dust and that only confirms what Morty already knew: nobody has been here in ages.

He’s about to turn around to go sulk in disappointment in the comfort of his room—geez, is it stuffy in here—when a box high up on the shelf catches his attention. Something has been completely blacked out only for DAD’S STUFF to be scrawled under it in black, thick letters.

Morty immediately knows that’s what he’s looking for, without even having known he was doing so up until now.

As all thirteen-year-olds do, naturally, he has to check it out.

It turns out not to be much. There’s an empty box of cigarettes, a wallet and a broken wristwatch. He opens the wallet to find a picture of his mom when she was a little kid being held by who he now knows is his grandfather. Mom is smiling widely into the camera, and while his grandfather does the same, there’s something about his expression that makes Morty uneasy. He chalks it up to the discomfort strangers always bring Morty and decides to let it go to focus instead on the last item at the bottom of the box.

It’s a jacket.

Morty stares at it with wide, curious eyes. He bites his lip, looks towards the door leading back into the house. He taps his foot on the floor.

Morty puts on the jacket.

It’s almost a fit. Apparently he and his grandpa share a similar bulk—that is to say, lanky as hell—if not for the sleeves swallowing his hands by a long shot. The jacket is mostly dark, sans the magenta patches adorning the sides.

It’s a comfy jacket. He starts cooling down, somehow, but he ignores it in favor of noticing the many inside pockets it has, which is fun and has him wondering about all the things his grandfather could have used them for. It even feels good against his skin, unlike most of the clothes his parents keep trying to buy him.

Morty looks back at the door.

Nobody ever comes in here…

The sound of the car pulling into the driveway has Morty hastily putting everything back in its place. He locks the door and hides the keys in record time and then books it upstairs just in time for his mom to call out his name.

“My room!” Morty calls out, only to stare down, horrified, at the hand holding onto the doorknob.

The hand covered in an oversized sleeve.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit.

He can hear his mom walking up the stairs. Morty rips the jacket off, panics for a second. He looks around. His eyes fall on his bed and like a light bulb going on, the word association in his brain kicks in.

Bed. Under. Secrets. Yosemite shirt. Hiding nook!

He’s innocently sitting on his bed when his mom opens his door.

“Hey, sweetie.” She looks tired, but she still manages a smile for him.

Something warm unfurls inside his chest. It’s moments like this that make him feel wanted, even if a little.

If she didn’t love him she wouldn’t even bother, right?

“H-hi, mom.” He smiles back, fiddling with his Rubik’s cube. He’s suddenly grateful for the mess he left on his bed before going down to snoop. “How, how was the emergency surgeries?” He frowns, suddenly worried. “Are th-th-the horses okay?”

Her smile turns a little warmer now. “Yes, sweetie. They’re alright. I just had to stay back to help Davin with the paperwork.”

“Oh,” Morty relaxes. “What’s up, then?”

“Your dad called me on the way here.” She turns her head sideways to crack her neck; Morty flinches slightly, but her eyes are closed and so she doesn’t notice. “He was asking if you wanted a vanilla or a strawberry cake.”

Morty feels himself light up. “Vanilla!”

His mom turns around as she gets her phone out. “Vanilla it is.”

Morty doesn’t have a chance to wear the jacket again until exactly a year later, when Rick comes crashing into their lives—literally—and sweeps him off his feet with the promise of a birthday adventure.

Except.

Rick stares at him blankly when he meets him at the spaceship—a spaceship! How cool is that?!—and for a moment Morty thinks he’s going to get mad at him—it is his jacket, after all—but all he does is frown and look out the windshield, tighten his hold on the steering wheel—and oh, Morty understands now where his mom gets it from—before telling him to buckle up.

That’s the first of many yet-to-come near-death experiences he will have in his lifetime. He’s too busy having a meltdown about it to notice that the jacket is still in one piece and so is the skin underneath it even though his jeans are ruined and his legs scratched. He never gets a chance to either, afterwards, because once he passes out he forgets about the jacket completely.

[pjsk-headcanons]

gender-fluid tsukasa truther hell yeah!!

-⭐️

always and forever <3

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

Butch listens to Annalise’s instructions on driving, having taken pause from turning the key for a moment. It was all so confusing, the information coming to him all at once but he’s confident he can always ask again without her growing frustrated with him.

With that, he turns the key again, holding it this time as it sputters—and wouldn’t ya know it, it starts right up just like Annalise had said! She had far more patience than him, clearly. He can feel the rumble of the engine and the vibration even from just sitting inside of the truck.

One hand stays on the wheel while the other reaches out for the next step, pausing while mid reach. “Ahh, then ya said… th’ stick?” His hand finds the top of the gear shift and he grips it, first pushing it forward and then back. He feels the truck beginning to roll backwards and is quick to push the gear shift forward instead. Then, both his hands grip the wheel and he stares ahead, surprised with himself as it begins to move forward. The only problem now is that he’s using both feet to drive, one on the gas and the other one on the brake.

“Whoa! I-I’m doin’ it! Annalise—I ain’t ever did this b’fore!” He exclaims excitedly, grinning from ear to ear with that cute face that belonged to his companion. As if she didn’t already know and probably wasn’t already a bit concerned with that fact. He steers slightly, trying his best to make it look like he understands what he’s doing so as to not worry Annalise—they would have to see how long that lasted. Once he’s a bit more confident after riding through the field for a moment, he starts in the direction he’s sure the city is in, starting first by pulling onto the dirt road that lead off of the dragonesses property like he had seen her do before.

“Y’make it look so easy, Anna. I-I mean—it ain’t hard but… this things a whole ass machine!” He hadn’t realized just how powerful it felt being behind the wheel of the large vehicle. “How’m I doin’ so far?” He looks over at Annalise in his body in the seat next to him, maybe for a bit too long because the truck begins to steer off road but thankfully he’s quick enough to yank the wheel so it swerves back on track.

“Uhhh, actually—don’ answer that yet!”

As Butch nearly flings himself into the driver's seat, Annalise strides over to the passenger side, opening the door by its rusty handle and taking a seat on the old cushions, careful not to disturb any of the stitched-up rips in the fabric she had mended not too long ago.

"Ah- yeah, should've told you where the visor was first, sorry. But you found them!" She laughs gently, buckling herself up and stretching her longer legs out.

"Oh, you've gotta hold the key in place once you turn it. Just have to be patient with it, that's all," she replies, gesturing her hands in a cranking motion to indicate how the key needed to be turned and held.

"And once it's on, you see that stick in the middle? You pull it up and down on a certain letter if you want to keep it parked, or if you need to reverse the car, or drive forward. P's for Park, R's for Reverse, D's for Drive, and all that. Underneath your feet, the gas pedal's on your right. The harder you press on it when driving, the faster you'll go. The brake's on the left, and that one's for slowing down."

She's no driving instructor, nor is she the best driver in the world, either, but she definitely wants to help Butch learn, even when their bodies were currently swapped!

[fnaf-movie-countdown]

hot topic poster at my local mall!!!!

Yooooo!! What I would give to get that poster and have space on my wall KSNSKSN

[opal-owl-flight]

4 DAYS LEFT!!!

This little shit caught me SO off guard the first time I saw him in the minigame KSNSKSN

THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I FAILED IT BC OF HIS CUTENESS-

[dnangelic]

TSUN! I HAVE SOME CHOICE WORDS TO SAY TO YOU!!!!

you are such an absolute delight to see on the dash and interact with, and that is no exaggeration! I adore all of your muses and even if i don’t know any of their respective medias, i learn about them through your writing and your metas and you talking about them and thats so fun to do!!! ITS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE THING EVER! I appreciate you giving my dazai a chance despite not knowing bsd aswell as p much any of my other muses sknsksns you’ve been so sweet to me since we first became mutuals and i genuinely love seeing you around so much 😭 i see you on the dash and my day gets atleast 10% better without fail every single time. i hope u talk about your boys forever and ever . ITS SO FUN TO BUILD DYNAMICS WITH YOU!!! anyone is lucky to write with / plot with / interact with you i wont even lie and i genuinely believe that nsjsksnsjssn i appreciate that you show interest in so many of my muses it makes my heart so so so warm . I HOPE WE CAN CONTINUE WRITING NOVELS TOGETHER FOREVERRRRR even though i know im the one who owes you like 2829922 things ksnsksns DW AB THAT . I ALSO WANNA SAY about you writing dark and daisuke specifically i think its so good how much care you put into a series thats really old and like Ive genuinely put the manga on my reading list BECAUSE of the interest garnered from your writing !! SOLELY BECAUSE OF YOU ! u are an absolute angel ( … hehehehensnensn … bejbwnw … get it bc … bc …!2&2!/@/!/82 s hehehehe ) AND YOU ARE ALWAYS SO KIND TO ME and always so interactive and i can’t even beginnnnnnnnnnnnnn to properly articulate how much of a joy you are 2 interact with !!! wishing you and daisuke and dark and yan qing and all ur muses the best day ever . 🙌

OH MY GOOOOOOSH and to think i was sitting here at ur post like 'should i ask permission for nine asking for permission. what if nine doesn't wanna say anything. i hate feeling like im ever panhandling for a compliment. nine should be pouring soup into my lap and slapping dark + calling him a bitch so i can finally apologize but youuuuUUU YOUUUUU ALL THESE FEELINGS R SO MUTUAL!!! I LOVE SEEING U TALK!!! IT BRINGS ME SM JOY TO SEE U POST!!! even the most random stuff. doesn't matter if its long or short. literally dont even worry abt owing me stuff ur presence alone is also a DELIGHT ur fr like such a funny mut and person BUT UR ALSO SO GOOD AT UR MUSES TOO??? LIKE i could go on forever abt how much i respect ur dazai alone and how even if i don't know bsd canon that's probably for the best, bc ur now ur dazai is The canon dazai to me, but u also have like nine... billion... (hehehesbhgbssnsjkdj x2) MUSES ON UR MULTI THAT U ALSO FLAWLESSLY INVEST URSELF IN AND!! WOWWWW WHAT A MUN!!! genuinely im so glad i found u even in this hellsite and that i can just toddle around following u like this everywhere 🐥 every like i leave on ur post is me picking at it for crumbs like a pigeon in a city being tossed bread. keep tossing that bread for me please please. IM CRYING. IM WAILING!!!! BUT SINCE U BROUGHT UP READING DNANGEL LET ME ACTUALLY HELP U OUT TOO??

scans are like absolutely everywhere and most places have the godawful quality fan translations. u can and frankly probably should read the official eng which is available here. dnangel had a weird run where the eng was only licensed and translated up to book 13. 14 and 15 (and beyond) are fan translations, but there's exactly one chapter that's ALWAYS broken on any website you go to except this one. this site doesn't complete the series though so the last link you'd have to hop to is this one. but the entire series is only 20 volumes in total. you could speedread through it in like a day. it's short and sweet and i love it even with its flaws. why else would i b here writing dark n dai. anyways. point is. tysm. im holding u and all ur muses tight. i wont leave u!!!! im so glad i met u!!! uve done sm for me already and i wont forget it!!! MY SO TALENTED FRIEND!!!

[honey-lemon-goose]

Ajsnsksndk y/n noticed he changed his cologne aksndk why is that super adorable😭🥺“I wasn’t done" AHHHHH OMG KANDKSNDKD Y/N😳🤭 oml this is GOoOOD!! Already signed up for the taglist!! I'm super excited to read it!!🥰💛

under your skin preview

masterlist | playlist | taglist

summary: Everything seemed to fall into place for Y/N. She had a loving boyfriend, her dream job, and the bestest friend in the universe. She never thought her life was missing something until she was introduced to Changbin, the towns newest tattoo artist who happens to be harboring an unimaginable secret.

pairing: tattoo artist!Changbin x good girl!Reader

genre/themes: angst, fluff, smut, 18+ (minors dni), slow burn, forbidden love, strangers to lovers, supernatural themes, tattoo artist/piercer au

warnings: foul language, sexual content, dry humping, dirty talk, praise

preview word count: 2.7k

a/n: this is only a preview of my next story, Under Your Skin. I want to bring it to your attention now so anyone who is interested can add their names to the taglist. It’s a different taglist than I normally do. Normally, I’d use google forms but this time, I’m going to try using google docs. The only difference is that instead of a form to submit, you’ll just add your name to the doc. I hope you enjoy this preview of Under Your Skin!

Tucking your phone into your coat pocket, you continued walking, the sound of your heels against the pavement echoing through the cool morning air. The leaves in the trees seemingly changed overnight to varying shades of orange and red, signaling the fall was setting in.

Autumn has always been your favorite time of year. The chilly and cloudy mornings, the colorful trees, the frost that set in overnight, the change in the town as the holidays drew closer. You loved every aspect of it.

The walk to White Lotus Studio was a short one, thankfully, from the bakery. You reached the door and peered inside the windows. The lights in the back were on, signaling that someone was inside.

Knocking on the glass of the door, you waited for Changbin to open it and let you in. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself, legs feeling the bite of the chilly air around them. The shop wasn’t supposed to open until later today so you assumed Changbin was just restocking the shop.

You caught sight of a figure moving in the back of the shop. A smile spread across your as Changbin approached the door, a smile already present on his face as he unlocked the door and opened it.

“Excuse me, ma'am, do you have an appointment?” he asked, checking his watch. Your smile widened as you shook your head. “Not yet anyway,” you added as you stepped over the threshold.

Changbin let out a chuckle as he shut and locked the door behind you. “What are you getting up to?” You asked as he walked you back to the back of the shop.

“Oh I was getting some early morning inventory done,” he answered as he walked into the room where his station was set up.

You removed your coat, setting it over the back of the chair before sitting down. Changbin leaned against the counter, picking up the tablet and continuing his work. You looked around wordlessly before your eyes fell on Changbin. There was something different about him but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

He wore the same thing he usually wore. A black fitted short sleeve tee that showed off the definition of the muscle underneath. The bottom hem was tucked into his black cargo pants, a black belt keeping the shirt from untucking itself with movement. He wore his usual black combat boots, the ones you had ask if they were even comfortable to wear. You recalled how he’d laughed at your question.

“They’re much more comfortable than they look,” he had admitted to you. Your eyes traveled up his body, stopping at the simple necklace that hung around his neck. A black cord with a round silver charm. You’d never had a chance to ask about the charm nor had you been close enough to inspect it before. It was just something you’d seen him wear from time to time.

Your eyes focused on the way he murmured to himself, lips barely moving as he spoke much too soft for your ears to even pick up. He was tapping away at the tablet, eyes shifting as he read the contents of the screen. His hair was also the same. Recently showered, so much fluffier than he normally wore it.

You looked away as he glanced up to the contents on the counter next to him, inhaling before letting out a small sigh. It was then it hit you. The difference.

His cologne. The usual scent that was woodsy with a light floral scent was gone, replaced with the smell of mint, lemon, and what you suspected was green apple. It was so different from the usual scent that hung around him. You liked it though. It was so different but mixed with his own natural body odor, it was enthralling, drawing you in.

Without thinking, your lips moved of their own accord, your voice betraying you.

“Are you wearing a new cologne?”

Changbin looked up, face full of confusion as if he hadn’t understood what you said. “What?” He asked softly. Your cheeks burned, the sensation spreading to your ears. “I just… thought something was different about you and couldn’t figure it out until just a second ago,” you murmured, looking away, at your hands in your lap, the floor, his shoes, anywhere that wasn’t his face.

Neither one of you said anything. You were too embarrassed and Changbin was too stunned to speak. He never thought you’d notice such a subtle difference. Most people didn’t pay that much attention to what cologne or perfume someone wore. Of course, he wasn't like most people. He remembered when you came in with the antique tattoo machine, you had worn a different perfume than you wore now.

The sweet, almost confectionary scent had been noticeable enough that he started associating you with the inside of a cupcake shop. The perfume you wore now, he noticed you started wearing it only a few weeks back. Just before your tattoo appointment. The new scent smelled more of coffee and vanilla. He’d noticed because of the Wolf. His nose was much stronger than the average person’s.

Knowing that he was the kind of person to notice changes in scents, it never occurred to him that you might also notice those simple changes.

Changbin nodded.

“Uh, I am actually,” he admitted, looking back down at his tablet, adding items from the supply shop into the cart. He missed the way you glanced up at him. His hair obscured his eyes from you but you could have sworn he glanced back at you. You didn’t say anything in response but that didn’t stop him from explaining.

“I ran out of my main cologne,” he said as he tapped away on the screen, filling out his details for payment. “I got this bottle as a gift from my aunt and uncle and decided to give it a try.” You said nothing, biting your bottom lip as you nodded, eyes wandering down to his arms, the way they flexed as he held the tablet.

You’d never been turned on by the mere sight of muscle before but the way your head was swimming with thoughts of Changbin pinning you against the wall. It took a moment before you realized Changbin spoke.

‘Fuck,’ you thought, hoping he didn’t notice.

“What was that?” You asked.

He looked up at you, clearly not realizing you hadn’t been listening. “My cologne. It’s not too strong, is it?” He asked. You immediately shook your head. “No,” you answered. “It’s just different from what you normally wear.”

“Is that.. bad?” He asked. You shook your head again.

“No, it’s… it’s nice. I like it.”

Your words brought heat to his face and he looked down, trying to hide the way pink tinted his cheeks. He’d hoped you hadn’t noticed but you did. Your lips twitched, threatening to pull into a smile. Your eyes wandered again, almost as if they had a mind of their own, and you realized you were staring directly at his crotch.

You shook your head. ‘What the fuck, Y/N?’ You asked yourself. ‘What has gotten into you?’

The cologne must be affecting you more than you realized. You tried to push those thoughts away but when your eyes fell on the way he stood so casually, leaning against the counter, one leg crossed in front of the other so nonchalantly, your thoughts took another sinful turn. ‘What the fuck? Stop it Y/N!’

Changbin noticed the way your eyes scanned him. It made him feel… different. Not like you were scrutinizing him but like you were checking him out. He saw the way you subtly tried to hide the way you pressed your thighs together under your white pleated skirt, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, and the way you forced yourself to look away from him. If he didn’t know better, he’d guess that the cologne was having an effect on you. He’d never seen someone so flustered simply from a scent before.

The idea that his cologne affected you so much was starting to get inside his head. His heart was beating faster and his pants fit just a little bit tighter. ‘Water,’ he thought. ‘I need water.’ Setting down the tablet, he stood and crossed the room without speaking. He could feel your eyes on him, whether or not you were hiding the fact you were watching him or not he didn’t know. He didn’t dare look at you. He knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from moving to the chair and taking you right there.

The air outside the room was lighter, cooler even. It helped clear his mind a little as he moved to the break room and pulled open the fridge door.

Not sure if you wanted something to drink, he thought he’d grab you one to be polite. He grabbed two bottles of water from the bottom shelf and let the fridge shut as he walked back to his station.

You hadn’t moved, still sitting on the chair when he entered the room.

You looked up as he returned and watched as he held out a bottle of water. You thanked him with a shy smile and opened the bottle, focusing on not spilling it.

You took a sip, the cold liquid helping to cool you off just a tiny bit. You didn’t notice the way Changbin’s eyes followed your movements, lingering on the way your lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle. Or the way he watched as you licked your lips after taking a large gulp. You replaced the bottle cap and set the bottle on the counter behind you.

You tried to keep your eyes focused on anything other than the way Changbin stood there against the counter again, sipping his own water. You tried not to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

Everything about him was affecting you at this point and you wanted to curse whoever gifted him that damn cologne. Still feeling your gaze on him, Changbin couldn’t take it anymore. He set his bottle down and turned to face you directly. “Alright,” he started, causing your eyes to snap up to meet his.

“What’s going on?” He demanded.

Your heartbeat erratically in your chest. ‘He noticed,’ you thought quickly. ‘There’s no way he couldn’t have.’ You tried to be nonchalant about it and shrugged.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“You’re acting weird,” Changbin continued. He suspected what the reason for your behavior was but he wanted to hear you say.

No, he needed to hear it.

You shook your head. “No, I’m not,” you deflected. Changbin crossed his arms over his chest, giving you a pointed stare.

‘Fuck. I’m so busted.’

“Come on, Y/N,” he replied. “Something is different. I can see it by the way you’re acting.”

“I’m not being weird!” You denied. ‘Why? Why can’t he let this go?’

“Oh come on. Every time I look up, you’re staring at me. Why? Do I have something on me?”

You shook your head. There was no way he’d let this go but you couldn’t say it. Not when it could ruin everything.

Changbin waited for you to respond, staring at you. You could feel yourself faltering under his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” you finally blurted out. “I’m sorry I keep staring. I think it’s because of the cologne. It’s messing with my head,” you admitted, your voice faltering at the end. “The cologne? So it is strong,” Changbin answered. You shook your head for what felt like the umpteenth time. “It’s not!” You replied.

“So why is it making you act this way?”

“I can’t help it!” You said, your voice rising in pitch.

“It’s not my fault you’re so…” you trailed off, stopping yourself before you said something you couldn’t come back from.

Changbin cocked his head to the side, taking a couple of steps forward. “I’m so what?” He asked. Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t stop the words as they came out.

“So fucking hot.”

Your eyes widened in shock as the words left your lips. You weren’t the only one. Changbin’s expression changed to mirror your own.

He was just as shocked. You hopped up from the chair. You couldn’t take the tension anymore. “God,” you groaned.

“You’re so fucking hot and it’s driving me insane!”

You covered your face with your hand, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself. You finally snapped. After you promised yourself you wouldn’t. Changbin’s silence was daunting. You’d just admitted to him that you thought he was ‘so fucking hot’ and he couldn’t even respond.

You pulled your hand from your face as you heard shuffling.

Changbin closed the distance quickly. You gasped as one of his hands reached behind your neck and pulled you against him, his lips crashing against yours. The other hand landed on your waist, pulling your body against his. Your own hands moved, snaking around his waist and pulling even closer. His lips parted yours and you felt his tongue against your own. His breath was hot, heavy but you didn’t care.

He was kissing you.

Changbin was kissing you and it was like nothing else mattered.

You didn’t care that you were in the middle of his shop just before opening. You only cared that you were kissing Changbin and he was kissing you like the world was ending.

As quickly as it started, Changbin pulled away from you. He immediately began stuttering an apology. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” he breathed but you reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. “I wasn’t done,” you said, your voice full of desire.

And then his lips were back on yours.

You turned before pushing him onto the chair. Changbin watched as you climbed on top of him, settling on his lap before taking his lips in another kiss. His hands gripped your thighs, sliding up to your hips. You rested your arms on his shoulders, hips moving as you tried to get closer to him.

You moaned, grinding over the bulge in his pants. His hands moved, grabbing your ass and pulling your hips forward, causing you to grind on him again. Another moan left your lips, muffled against his own. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, guiding your hips.

“Ah, shit,” you whimpered. Changbin bucked his hips up into you and you let out a mewl, forehead resting against his. “You drive me crazy,” you heard him whisper.

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” you admitted.

“Yeah?” he asked, hands still guiding your now wet core over his clothed erection. You nodded, biting your bottom lip to hold back another moan. The friction between his pants and your lace-covered clit was sending shivers up your spine.

“Fuck,” he growled, reaching up to cup your cheek before moving his hand into your hair and gripping it firmly. He tugged gently, pulling your head to the side to open your neck to him. You moaned loudly as his teeth sank into your skin.

“You sound so pretty when you moan like that,” he whispered in your ear. “Changbin,” you moaned, pressing your face into his shoulder. “I like it when you say my name like that, baby,” he groaned as you moved your hips faster. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he growled.

Your head was swimming with his scent, the tension, and the pleasure you were feeling. “Me too,” you replied breathlessly.

“God, I wanna see you cum so bad,” Changbin replied, hands moving to grab your hips. “Make me Cum, Binnie,” you whined.

“Oh fuck. You gonna cum for me baby?” he asked. You nodded your head, whimpers leaving your lips.

“Look at me baby,” Changbin whispered and you lifted your head to meet his eyes. They were dark, clouded with lust. You felt your already hot cheeks burn even more.

You must have looked like a mess but Changbin didn’t seem to care. “Come on, babygirl,” he said with a smirk. “Cum for me,” he added. Your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasms caught up and crashed over you. Your legs shook as Changbin guided your hips, making you ride out your climax. His hips moved to meet yours.

“I’m close,” you heard him say. You rested your forehead against him, trying to catch your breath. “Keep going,” you whispered in encouragement.

A loud bang snapped both of you out of it. Your eyes met Changbin’s and he quickly pushed you off him.

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @rajalagang!

Happy Holidays, Mili!!! I am pleased to announce I’m your secret Santa 🧑🎄❤️

As we previously stated, you gave me a lot of leeway which made this all the more exciting to write! I’ve been having HOTD brainrot so I went with an AU + fluff.

I scrapped this so much ksnsksns. I liked a lot of the versions I had but decided that, in the spirit of the holidays, I’d go with mostly wholesome stuff and barely there background conflicts hehe. I wrote it in a way that I can come back to it later on because I loved making notes about this verse!

It was sooo fun writing this, and talking to you anonymously. I hope you enjoy it Mili!

*****

wonderstruck

“The nameday of The Realm’s Delight has been the talk of the kingdom.”

Although Jordan’s demeanor is serene, it cannot hide the pride shining within his eyes.

With a quirk of lips, John turns towards the ball before zeroing on the place where Stiles is holding court. He’s talking about dragons, John realizes, if the all-too-familiar expressions ranging from awe to horror are anything to go by.

“Indeed.” John cuts into his dinner, takes a morsel and swallows before continuing. “And the Council has started to inquire.”

Jordan hums. “Do you wish to hear my opinion on the matter, my king?”

John downs the rest of his wine.

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[carnivorouswillgraham]

🔥 points at you with my hand very big. give me ray opinion

im trying to think of what would be """controversial""" surrounding him KABSKBDE

the fire thing immediately comes to mind but u alr made a whole post abt that.

OH. he isnt mean. yah he teases blah blah and gets angry whatever but he isnt MEAN. i see soooo many fics characterizing him as fucking mean. or disliking emma and norman on a fundamental level. but that is a different conversation i wont submit you to KSNSKSN. people dont get the difference between mean and living under constant trauma. I get him tho. and you. obviously.

also a post u or maybe someone else made that i had noticed but hadnt quite put together if that makes sense, but the whole ick about the dude characterized quite often by fandom as angry mean etc etc always being The one to be made darker in fanarts. yeag. racism👍🏻

PERSONALLY i dont think he has the most amazing memory. i think its above average but not like fucking puter level. i think everything he can remember is in INSANE detail tho. which is sm angst potential<3

this is hard i have so many opinions but i dont know what The Stance on him is KSBSLSBN

OH IK. the way ppl make him resent norman for noremma rayemma angst????? die immediately like actually. as if he wouldnt be more than happy to stand back and let them be together if that made them happy. no one gets him.

i usually see him written drawn etc reading basically Always and like. yeag. but also. idk i think hed be the type to always like to learn or whatever but i feel like hed associate all them dusty books w gracefield and his mom and shit. ray buys a kindle in the human world canon

[user1286]

I give more hcs because you are very good at this. Tyr in a dune buggy. I have written a blurb myself but I want your opinion.

Hehehehehe that is smthn I didn’t know I’d want to see… I just know Tyr would look like this tho LMFAO

I can see him doing a mad swerve and then nearly tipping over the buggy multiple times JSJDJDJ. Also mimir dangling off that front mirror is such a genius idea AKSBSKDH, he WOULD be begging for Tyr to stop tho. I feel like he would be ready to throw up while kratos looks like he’s chilling in the passenger but in reality he’s getting dizzy as hell KSNSKSN

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

“You’re making me choose? You or her?”

[freshsprout]

“   under   the   circumstances ,   i’ve   been   shockingly   nice  .   ” - from kaeya. i am. so sorry about him KSNSKSN

inbox meme | @pertinasities

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ || collei glances over at kaeya to glare at him, but the fire in her eyes is too dim to be intimidating. if anything, she simply looks tired. dark circles have made their home underneath her eyes for as long as she can remember, and her hair is still a shaggy mess of unkempt curls. amber's clothes hang awkwardly on her thin frame.

curled up on the opposite side of the bench where kaeya is seated, collei very much looks like the young child she is.

how unfortunate that she is also the culprit behind the black fire incident.

"i know," she speaks, looking straight ahead and away from kaeya. she almost sounds annoyed. "i should have expected this from the city of freedom, huh. that even the knights here are kind enough to let a murderer like me run free."

finally, she glances over at him, testing him. looking for a reaction. years of bitterness have built up within her and she's no longer afraid to lament the world that abandoned her. she's already been through hell and back; nothing kaeya does to her will ever measure up to the horrors the Fatui inflicted on her.

"almost makes me curious about what else i can get away with, if you're just gonna turn a blind eye to whatever i do."

[vicsdeangelis]

rush! here we go again

i really like own my mind the second time around. i still think it was a really solid opening song

gossip still fucks hard, moving on

the beginning of timezone reminds me of if i can dream, and the rest of the song reminds me of any generic pop rock song from the 2000s, and i don't mean that as an insult cuz like half of my liked songs are generic pop rock songs from the 2000s 💀 i do resent that critic saying this song was like black parade era mcr cuz like WHERE?????? overall i like it, but that mf gave me way higher expectations with that description and that's why i almost always go into things totally blind 😭

okay, so... i can appreciate now the silliness of bla bla bla. i don't hate it, but i don't think i would listen to it on purpose on my free time. it does sound better to me on the second listen tho so that's good. even though i know they're supposed to be funny, the lyrics are still what puts me off the song, but i don't think it's terrible. thomas, vic, and ethan did a great job as always

made up my mind about baby said, i do like it. i still need to watch the lyric video for my queen, but i like it regardless

my opinion on gasoline has not changed much. not a fan of the chorus, but the rest of the song is good. i just don't know if it's good enough to make up for it and for the bad taste it left in my mouth for months. maybe i need a few more listens to make up my mind. also the self importance of it puts me off

on my first listen i called feel forgettable and i was right cuz for some reason i thought it was a ballad and i was surprised when it wasn't lmao. it's not bad, but again i think i need more time with it to fully make up my mind. but it's not a song that stands out, for good or for bad, to me. lmao its such a forgettable kinda song i called it "listen" at first??? where did i get that from zksnsks

don't wanna sleep is good i really like it. this one reminds me a little of revenge era mcr. fuck that one critic i'm still mad ksnskdjdkd

again, silly lyrics, i get it. kool kids is just not for me. and i know what i said was kinda mean but like, i hope the dick damiano choked on to make his voice sound like that was worth it idk

BOOORINGGGGG. THEY MADE A BORING BALLAD I'M DEVASTED THEY WERE MY BALLAD KINGS

read your diary is still good, i still like it. i'm very upset i haven't seen anyone say own my mind or read your diary are their faves of the album cuz i like them a lot nnkdsnsksn

i need more time with the chorus of mrk chpmn, cuz i like the rest of the song, but the chorus is... idk. i'm spelling it like that btw cuz i know this website is full of fucking weirdos and i don't want my blog to show up if you search for that man's name. which, i'm still not crazy about the fact that they named the after him. wait, there's something so anime intro about the chorus why did my brain come up with that ksnsksnsksns

LA FINE IS THAT BITCH. THE CUNT. THE IT GIRL. THE NEXT DRAG SUPERSTAR

this one is on me actually for hoping for like, some kind of sequel to l'altra dimensione due to the lyrics "il ballo della vita" 🤡 it's okay, i think i need to listen to it more to know how I feel. i've been saying this a lot about this album

we know how i feel about mammamia. slay queen. literally

weird i just hear static

we know how i feel about the loneliest, she's one of my girls ❤️

bonus: GIVE ME TOUCH ME

overall the second listen was waaay more enjoyable without like, the pressure to like it and anxiety of wondering what is it gonna sound like

i still don't know if i would pay for a ticket to watch them during this era tho, and that's how i measure if i like something or not ksnsksn

[itzy0megaverse]

all the itzy writers are getting people KDNSKDN what is going on KSNSKSN

IDEK I DON'T THINK I HAVE ANY ONE BUT AHHHHH

[biidkes]

This was Homestuck for me KSNSKSNS

Zacharie: You know, you could use a classier hat. I've got just the thing.

while drawing the batter and zacharie in suits i realized batter would look forever informal because of his lame-o baseball hat and when a fedora popped to mind i had to eradicate it hence this was made

based on these panels

[zylophie]

OMG MY OLD MASTERLIST AND TEMPLATES ARE GONE KSNSKSN. I forgot whenever I change handles it is gone QAQ

Doubt I could find my old works, so I'm just gonna create a new masterlist. Gotta see if I can retrieve the matchup and alphabet templates. Fics gotta wait for a bit!! TvT