#like brain body i love you but stfu

[blitz0hno]

Physical flashbacks are so weird like "hey the body and amygdala want you to know! *you involuntarily recoil as if the Pain is happening despite there being no actual physical pain*"

And then you have to act like nothing just happened because technically nothing actually happened???? Like how is this helpful

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Ladies and gentlemen, the bug has been fixed ⸜(｡• ᵕ • )⸝

So now if you don't mind I'm going to send another long ass thirst cuz I can't stfu

Mikey's been on my mind again and now I can't shake the sight of him with his body resting comfortably on the bed while your thrusts are torturously soft and slow, steady enough to make him feel good but too slow to make him cum, making him frustrated.

But if something frustrated him worse, was that your attention wasn't even on him, you had received a call and now you were talking peacefully with who knows whom while he was there desperate, annoyed and frustrated without being able to make a single noise because of the hand you held firmly against his mouth.

Mikey began to groan with a frown but he couldn't do much against the sharp thrust you gave him to keep him at bay. What had he done for you to torture him this way? Not even he knew, but now he had no choice but to continue squirming and whining as low as he could while he watched how your predatory eyes were on him but not the attention he so much loved. How cruel you were...

I swear Mikey is like the constant horny larva that crawls into my brain and I want to constantly make him miserable (with love, ofc) he's so ✨️✨️✨️

But either way I'm glad you don't have to constantly transcribe your asks anymore :) Anyway, thank you once again for coming to my ted talk~

I may have said this before, but something about Mikey just screams "Please be mean to me 👉👈". Torturing him with pleasure is a necessity 💛

Your ted talks are always welcome here, anon. The floor is all yours~

[hyunjinniesgirl]

☆.｡.:*skz on valentine's day.｡.:*☆

in honor of my favorite day of the year, here are some skz vday headcannons!! this won't be edited right away so please forgive me for my mistakes!! i hope you enjoy!! chuuu ٩(๑> ₃ <)۶♥

wc: roughly 200 words per member

channie's and binnie's are slightly suggestive so mdni 18+ only please (i'm sorry they've jus been doing sumn to my brain lately)

buys you flowers and takes you to dinner:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ bang chan 

MANS IS SOOOO TRADITIONAL!!!!!!! i am a firm believer that chan would come home to pick you up for dinner with a biiiigggg bouquet of your favorite flowers and dinner. instead of going to an expensive restaurant that you both wouldn’t get full off of, you decide to hit up various street food carts. even though the streets are packed, chan keeps a hand around your waist, pulling your body towards him as he steers you in the direction of your favorite vendors. he most definitely feeds you your fish cake skewer when your hands are too cold to part from the cup of soup keeping your hands warm. after eating until your hearts and tummies are satisfied, you make your way back home to cuddle and watch a romantic movie. mans has wandering hands though and is constantly grabbing and patting your ass under the covers. the first time he does it, he definitely acts innocent when you side eye him. he wears a little content smile as his eyes stayed glued to the TV in front of you, but it isn’t until you feel his finger run up your slit through your shorts that the movie becomes nothing but background noise to your evening activities hehe…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ changbin 

mans leaves you a sexy little set on your bed to wear under your dress for dinner and is soooo shameless the entire time. the whole time you two are at dinner he’s lookin at you like you’re the fucking meal. it’s to the point where once the main course is over and the waiter comes around asking if you want a dessert menu, you jus look straight at him with an eyebrow raised. he accepts the menu because duh cake (and if he plays his cards right he’ll get his cake twice lmfaoooooo ok lemme stfu). anyway, binnie gets lava cake because I feel like he would love it :D!! the warm center mixed with the vanilla ice cream in the side would legit make him forget his entire goal of the night was to make you feel loved and special (and get laid). he would be doing his lil happy dance bc the cake is sooo good. his flirty side comes back when you have a little ice cream on your lip and he leans over the table to swipe it away gently with his thumb. safe to say, the move is enough for you to call the waiter over for the check. 

mans leaves you a sexy little set on your bed to wear under your dress for dinner and is soooo shameless the entire time. the whole time you two are at dinner he’s lookin at you like you’re the fucking meal. it’s to the point where once the main course is over and the waiter comes around asking if you want a dessert menu, you jus look straight at him with an eyebrow raised. he accepts the menu because duh cake (and if he plays his cards right he’ll get his cake twice lmfaoooooo ok lemme stfu). anyway, binnie gets lava cake because I feel like he would love it :D!! the warm center mixed with the vanilla ice cream in the side would legit make him forget his entire goal of the night was to make you feel loved and special (and get laid). he would be doing his lil happy dance bc the cake is sooo good. his flirty side comes back when you have a little ice cream on your lip and he leans over the table to swipe it away gently with his thumb. safe to say, the move is enough for you to call the waiter over for the check. 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ i.n

innie jus wants to hold ur hand and walk around :’) the two of you spend the day like any other date day, walking in and out of coffee shops and various photo booth places until you have a fat stack for four cut photos (he sends a pic of them to his mom to be like “look how cute we are!!” hehe and she adores them). you stop by a train station when you see a busker playing ballads on his guitar. the busker sees you two swaying together and innie singing along to his music so he dedicates a song to you and wishes you eternal love. jeongin squeezes your hand as the busker sings, mouthing “i love you” to you when he sees your eyes begin to water. after placing some cash in the busker’s can, you continue on with your walk. I’ve mentioned it twice already but I just wanna emphasize that I think innie truly is just a hand holder. he likes to feel your fingers intertwined with his and even swing your arms together as you walk and chat. pretty basic but the jeongin in my head’s love language is just quality time, and getting to hold your hand is a bonus for him. 

wants to stay at home to avoid crowds:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ seungmin

this guy is a fucking wild card. to be honest, i dont think he would plan anything too crazy but he would definitely make you a valentine’s day basket and actually ask you to be his valentine. he would get you a little pink basket and put some candies and flowers with a little puppy stuffy holding a balloon that says “will you be my valentine?” mr dandy boy seungmin would just look so cute in his sweats, shyly scratching the back of his neck offering you the basket he put together ahhhh. if he was feeling sly, he would ask you to close your eyes while he takes it out of his closet and you grab that shit straight out of his hands before he even tells you to open your eyes. you pounce on him and smother him with kisses because he is just soooo boy crush. epitome of chill night in, you heat up some ramen and watch TV at the coffee table together, bumping knees and laughing so hard you’re snorting out noodles :’) 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ han

han gets food delivered and transfers them to the bowls and plates you have at home so you still feel special. you definitely knew he was gonna do that because he called you before he put in the order to ask what you wanted. to compensate, he wrote you a song :’). maybe it isn’t complete and he only has the recording of his voice with a soft backtrack but it’s yours and that’s all that matters. he shows it to you after you’ve cleaned everything up and were looking a little disappointed that he didn’t get you a present. he was fr shitting himself and putting off showing you but even though you were trying to hide your disappointment, he still saw right through you and knew that if he didn’t follow through you would go to bed a little sad. “i got you something.” “you really didn’t have-“ “i wrote you a song.” you look up at him like O.O and he starts screaming because now that he’s said it he can’t take it back. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay if it’s bad don’t tell me okay?” of course, it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard and you give him a million kisses as a thank you. “can i get a song for my birthday too?” 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ felix

felix makes a candle lit dinner for two and makes sure NO ONE ELSE is gonna be at the dorm until after dessert. the dinner was simple, just enough to get full, but the dessert was really where felix put all of the effort. he prepares an assortment of sweets, brownies, cookies, chocolate covered strawberries, all to be enjoyed under a little pillow fort he assembled with string lights hanging inside. you chat softly as felix’s soft romance playlist (that he curated specifically for this date) plays in the background. when it comes down to the last strawberry he feeds it to you before you can argue because he will always put you before himself. felix would be lying if he didn’t say the look you gave him while biting into the strawberry made his stomach absolutely flip. “you’re so gorgeous,” he would say out loud, causing you to blush and turn away from him. he grabs your chin as you turn away, forcing you look straight as him as he rests his forehead against yours and tells you he loves you a hundred times because he’s afraid you’ll forget (screaming). romantic night w bokkie becomes a valentine’s day tradition <3. 

bonus: you end up falling asleep cuddling in the pillow fort and when you wake up seungmin is spooning lix. (he couldn’t resist, it looked too comfy)

vday getaway:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ hyunjin

our romantic boy would love valentines day with you so much! similar to my skz as bfs headcannon, i’m a firm believer that he’d “plan” a two day trip with you. I say “plan” loosely because he’s mentioned that he isn’t much of a planner and prefers to figure things out as you go. he’d take you to a little beach town and when you open the door to your hotel room, you realize he’s booked a sweethearts package, rose petals in the shape of a heart on your bed and a bucket of champagne waiting for you when you entered the room. at the end of the day, after all of the art museums and photobooths and sea side walks, you take a bath together, making sure to use the rose scented bath bombs the two of you had picked out in one of the shops you popped into. you’d hum against him, your back against his chest as his fingers drew shapes on your stomach. you speak softly together under the dim lights of the bathroom, occasionally stealing kisses that turn deeper the longer you stay submerged in the rose tinted water. hyunjin reminds you of how much he loves you while he nips at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, squeezing you tight so that he knows you’re real and won’t vanish into thin air the next moment. when the bath begins to run cold, hyunjin dries himself off first before wrapping you up in a big fluffy towel and guides you to bed for the night <3.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ lee know

lee know and his love for camping has got me thinking that he’d want to go camping for valentine’s day. domesticity at its finest. minho wakes up before you to start cooking your breakfast so you’re fueled for the active day you’re going to have ahead of you. his original plan for the day was to go for a hike but there were so many couples on the trail he wanted to go on that the two of you end up eating away in your tent. minho definitely had the amazing idea to do chocolate and cheese fondue, thinking it would be romantic…but it definitely ends in the two of you laughing at one another whenever someone burns their tongue on the scolding hot liquid. “i told you to blow on it first!” once you feel like all of the trails have settled down, the two of you dip your feet in a nearby creek for a little bit, sitting side by side with your head resting on his shoulder as you watch the sunset <3.

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thank you for reading!! please reblog, leave an ask, or shoot me a message if you enjoyed :') all my luv always <3

[eepyslut]

So i did something because that promo got my brain reeling. It's my first time posting something i wrote so if u dont like it, stfu and d*e 🥰😚

"Becks..." a harsh slap landed on her ass making her moan as she corrected "daddy please" rhea whimpered face buried in between pillows as her hands scratched the bedsheets.

Becky was pounding her and after her 3rd orgasm rhea was turning into a puddle, one of her legs hoisted up in the bed and one still standing on the floor giving the man a gorgeous view and even a better angle to pound rhea's messy cunt with viscous intent.

"What is it baby? Too much for your pretty pussy to handle?" Like she cared, rhea loved when she got toyed with, her little submissive that liked to play pretend at being the alpha was now coming back to her true nature, a dumb messy snatch for daddy to put her dick on.

"Mmhm... t-too..." the build-up to another mind shattering orgasm was starting to leave her in that fuzzy little mindset where she let becky do anything she wanted with her body "too sensitive" she mumbled, her eyes shut aand her mouth hanging open.

"You're sucking me in princess, if you didn't want it your cunt wouldn't be so greedy" if it was possible becky fastened her pace hitting rhea's spot over and over again.

"Daddy... fu-fuck please i..." it was too much and too good her mind scrambling to form sentences as Becky pulled moans and whines out her "i-im... please" it was getting so hard to think.

"You gonna cum?" Becky chuckled mockingly "again?Going to make another mess on daddy's cock?" Rhea frantically nodded too lost to talk at this point "yeah? You gonna be a good girl, gonna wait until i give you permission?"

She wanted to speak up, really, but her brain was focused on the pulsing feeling of her cunt, zeroed on it, too worried about following daddy's instructions to respond. The best she could give her was a pitiful whine a pleading little sound becky knew all too well.

"Its okay sweet girl, just a little more" a wicked grin plastered on her face as one of her hands sneaked in between rhea's legs to play with her clit.

Rhea's body tensed, taut teetering in the edge of her 4th orgasm while becky played with her. A silent scream as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, waiting to be unleashed.

"Cum for me darling" with one more harsh trust she bottomed out just playing with rhea's clit to help her ride out the waves "there we go, good girl"

Tears fell directly onto the pillow ass her brain went numb, the pleasure making her see stars "soo good baby, such a good girl for me" Becky kept circling her clit until she went lax, body slumped against the mattress.

Her mind was fuzzy. Lost going back and forth in between consciousness and sleep. A feeling of emptiness half waking her as backy pulled out of her. "Gonna clean you up, love," that made her whine, too sensitive emotionally and physically to be left alone.

"No? You dont want daddy to leave you?" Becky started peppering kisses all over her back, "my poor baby, so tired." she sat beside rhea playing with her hair for a few minutes. "Come here," she dragged rhea's body on top of her, giving her the chance to hide and relax in the crook of her neck.

"Thank you, daddy," rhea mumbled against her skin, an effort to show becky she was okay before going back to the limbo in between sleep and earth

[hum-suffer]

I'm Yours 2

Ishan has always been a light sleeper. His mother was proud of him and his dad, a man who craved snacks at midnight, bemoaned his habits.

So when he wakes up on Sunday morning with a fresh gajra tied on his wrist, for a moment, he wonders if this is a hallucination or a dream. He blinks and pinches his thigh, the sharp sting reminding him that it's reality. He frowns, and touches the gajra. It's real.

Ishan takes a deep breath.

"Let's bathe first and then deal with this," he says to himself. Another beat passes as he reconsiders his promise to himself. "Maybe have some tea first."

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He's so fucking glad that he had the tea first.

The moment he was more awake, he was panicking.

Someone fucking broke into his house? His house? His ancestral, beloved house that had marble flooring which made clancking sounds everytime he walked? Ishan cracks his neck and takes another fortifying breath, staring at the discarded gajra on the dining table. It feels very audacious. And flattering.

The thought is horrifying and for a moment, Ishan imagines his grandfather shaking his head at the bloody idiocy Ishan possesses. Wryly, he says outloud,"I'm a very good source of entertainment, aren't I, Dadaji?"

The house obviously remains silent. In a surprising turn, the loneliness he often feels seeps right back in.

He glances at the gajra again. "Hey, at least, someone alive gets entertainment from me."

He knows he should report this. But for now, he doesn't want to care. It's a bloody Sunday and he will be damned if something ruins his Sunday, even if it's a stalker/admirer.

A message pops on his phone just as he's about to wash his cup. 'Did you like the gajra, love?'

'don't have the hair for it, dude.'

He probably shouldn't antagonise a probable sociopath.

But hey, what is life, if not had decisions taken in the spirit of loneliness?

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When he's more settled, in the evening, Ishan goes out for a walk. His body aches in protest and the ink marks on his fingers dictate his profession to anyone who cares to see.

End of semester season is horrible, but more so when he already has to plan so much. Tomorrow's the seminar for something techy— Ishan doesn't know, he's the Hindi teacher, and he'd rather prefer not to know. Those things just rot his brain and he hates the seminars more than students, probably, but he'd do just about anything to take some load off of Virat bhaiya. Jaddu almost always lightens the mood at seminars, and he's back from his holiday to Jamnagar, and Ishan is counting on him to be the better part.

Apart from Shubhman, that is.

Ishan cannot get over his silly little crush, no matter how hard he tries and he hates it. That's a celebrity. A good looking, smart philanthropist who also owns a registered firm.

Ishan doesn't know the name of the firm, he realises with a groan. He gets his phone out, shoots a quick text to Shreyas to prepare the introduction speech for Shubhman.

The admirer, has sent him another message.

'Do you have any favourite colour?'

'yes, it's the shade stfu of the colour mind your business.'

'Lol. Really, tho. Don't make me dissect your wardrobe and make a guess, love'

Ishan's eyes narrow. He's not going to be ordered around by this bullshiter.

'Be my guest, love'

'i'm gonna overlook the rudeness for that endearment'

'Im gonna kill u'. Ishan doesn't even realise he's smiling until he casts a random glance at the windows of parked car. He controls his smile instantly.

'your looks already have'

Ishan scoffs at the blatantly cheesy line. Ew. 'Stay dead.'

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'You have an awful amt of blue clothes'

The message greets Ishan early in the morning, and so does the smell of jasmines. He looks down and there it is— a gajra tied on his wrist.

The pounding headache that he already has becomes more pronounced as he passes through the motions of his schedule, the message a background chatter in his head until he has the cup of tea in his hands.

So.

That happened.

Yesterday's gajra and today's gajra, side by side, stare at Ishan. Ishan gulps. He should not have done that— any of that.

"Kya kar Raha hai tu," he mutters to himself as his thumb hovers over the block button. Why is he hesitating?

(Maybe because he doesn't care of he's dead or alive. Maybe because he wants the attention. Maybe because the idea of being so desired makes him warm. Maybe because someone only focusing on him makes him feel cherished.

Ishan doesn't dissect these ideas.)

He blocks the number and reports it for good measure.

He's already almost late— the quest to find his beloved oversized blue silk shirt had taken too much time. He's probably left it back home, maybe. He doesn't remember taking it there but he's always been clumsy so who knows? He'll continue the quest later.

The smell of jasmines cling to his nose even after he's deliberately choosen a woodsy perfume.

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Shubhman is at perfect time.

Avesh, the admin staff manager, came almost running to Ishan when Shubhman, bless him, called in advance to say that he'll be at the college withing fifteen minutes.

If Shubhman keeps this up, Ishan will do something embarassing— like quoting Hannibal or something. The sheer appreciation Ishan feels for the man is beyond words.

As always, Rohit bhaiya had forgotten the matchsticks somewhere but Jas had come through and Ishan is now running around only making sure the height of the mic and the placement of flowers.

Siraj drags him forcefully to the gate of the faculty, to greet Shubhman. A volunteer student clicks photos as Virat Bhai hugs Shubhman, who always appears star struck at the attention from their resident King. Rohit bhaiya squeezes Shubhman in a tight hug and the smile Shubhman has on his face is blinding.

(Ishan wishes someone was as happy to see him. His colleagues are always fun, but they have lives— Ishan doesn't.)

When Shubhman turns to him, Ishan can't help but stare. He's wearing a navy blazer over a white shirt and dark blue jeans. His eyes, they're dark and intense. Ishan feels frozen.

"Ishan." His voice sounds so fucking good. He steps forward and before Ishan can hold his hand out for a handshake, Shubhman steps in his personal space and gives him a side hug.

Ishan breathes in, to calm his heart, and catches a distantly familiar scent from Shubhman. It's probably a kind of perfume Ishan knows, he's obsessed with scents.

"Shubhman. It's a pleasure to meet you again."

What the FUCK is he saying. Ishan wants to dig a hole in some lonely ground and bury himself. A pleasure to meet him? Could he be anymore obvious?

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine."

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The seminar goes on for two hours, perfectly adhering to the scheduled time and Shubhman has prepared enough to be also able to do a QnA. Ishan will marry him.

The students rush out of the seminar hall without a second thought, all of them sleepy and wanting to enjoy the rest of their day after the cancellation of their classes.

Ishan hums to himself as he wraps up the extra papers and wires, the bag for Shubhman ready to take. "Tulsi, reusable pen, certificate." He counts everything outloud and puts the bag aside. Someone lifts it up instantly. Ishan whips around, seeing Shubhman standing there grinning at him.

"Hello, there."

"Hi, Shubhman. How long have you been standing here?"

"Just long enough to hear that aap Mumbai aa sakte hai."

Ishan feels his face heat up instantly and shakes his head. Shubhman laughs. "Come on, I feel like we should close this hall before someone closes us inside it."

Would it really be so bad?

Oh god, when did he turn into a desperate teenager?

Ishan follows Shubhman out, talking about measley things like movies and songs, to see him off and help him settle with the gifts but they're met with Virat bhaiya and Rohit bhaiya standing at the gate of the faculty and a thundering rain.

Fuck.

They both despise the rain. Ishan does too, to be honest. Almost everyone at the college hates it. Mostly, because after rain, their usually pristine college roads turn into water holding corners at some areas and the greenery in their college always allows for mosquitoes after a good rain.

Virat bhaiya shakes his head,"Unnatural rains, at the time of diwali no less! Kya zindagi hai yaar."

"Why are you being dramatic?" Ishan asks with a groan,"I have to go back on my bike! I'm already applying for sick leave for tomorrow, Rohit bhaiya."

Before Rohit bhaiya can say anything, though, Shubhman frowns at him. "But why do you want to get soaked? I have my car, I'll drop you off at your place."

"Absolutely not, I'm not going to impose on you like that. And what about my bike?"

"I'll send Rutu or someone with it tomorrow to pick you up, bhai." Rohit bhaiya says. "Don't get sick uselessly! Shubhman is right, you don't need to get soaked for nothing."

Shubhman nods along,"And it's not imposing if I offered. Come on, let me do my good deed for the week."

Ishan looks helplessly at Virat bhaiya. He lifts his chin and gives him a reassuring look.

"Okay."

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Tagging: @mayakimayahai @kyayaarkiraa @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou @onthecloudseven @khwxbeeda @ek-ladki-bheegi-bhagi-si @fortunatelycrazyyouth @ishkrisq

[scftpcws]

BEST ONE YET | W.W

The Wonka story that you (a five of you) have been waiting for!!

This was actually so fun to write. I love him sooooo much man!! he’s so pookie wookie.

Anywaaaayyys… lemme stfu.

SFW! Warnings: None

“What is he doing?” Noodle watched Willy intently as he scrambled quickly between various items on his desk.

“He’s been sat like that for hours, Miss Noodle.” Lofty sighed, walking closer toward her as they stared at Willy. His hands scribbled quickly in a small notebook he had laid on the table. His hands moving to his tousled brown locks every few minutes to run his fingers through it, almost as if to pull an idea from the roots of his hair.

But he had none.

He had been working for hours, frantically wracking his brain, creating ‘new’ ideas, ultimately scrapping them because they didn’t seem right. It’s like every creative bone in his body had shut down and it was infuriating. He needed something new, and he needed it now. It was like everything he came up with already existed in his shop and all new ideas were either remakes of old ones or just compl unfeasible. Flying chocolate? He had that. Chocolate that made your life feel like a musical? he had those too. Giraffe milk macaroons that made you feel confident? Already got them.

He felt useless. He needed something better. Something new that people would enjoy, but he couldn’t seem to come up with anything for the life of him.

He sighed deeply, resting his head against the small wooden table in his workshop underneath the Wonka Chocolate Factory. Noodle looked at him pitifully and walked to where he had slumped in his chair. “Maybe you should take a break. Walk with me?” Noodle suggests holding his hat and jacket out to him, a warm, comforting smile on her face. he looked up at her, ready to say politely decline and get back to his work, before noticing the pleading look in her eyes. “Fine. But only for an hour.” he warned smiling dully, the motion not quite meeting his eyes.

They walked through the town, arm in arm, a bright smile on Noodles face, a sullen expression on Willy’s. She noticed that he was thinking too much. He was always thinking too much but that was the last thing he needed. “Will you stop thinking about your next big confection for 5 minutes?” she teased playfully as she poked him in his rib, pulling him from his darkened thoughts. He breathed in hard, closing his eyes and clearing his mind. The pair stood outside of the Town Library, where Noodles mom worked, Where y/n worked.

“Noodle what are we doing here?” he asked, usual joy and exuberance traded for a feeling bordering misery. Noodle ignored him completely and pulled him through the front doors. The scent of old books and warm fires surrounded them as they left the chilly winter air outside the heavy doors of the library.

“Hello darling, hello Mr Wonka! What brings you here?” Noodles mom smiled sweetly, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. At this Willy felt a twinge in his chest, his heart almost constricting in his ribcage. “Willy’s in a but of a creative slump and needed a distraction. Is Y/n around?” Noodle responded, watching the way his face lit up slightly at the brief mention of her name. Her mother didn’t miss it either as she smiled to herself mentioning that she was reorganising books in the Romance section. “If she’s busy then it’s alright. I can come back another time.” he apologised, swallowing hard and looking down at the floor. This was so unlike him, he thought. He knew she wouldn’t mind him visiting, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that she wouldn’t want to see him.

“Nonsense, she’s just over there. She’s been hiding in that nook for an hour, it’ll do the poor girl some good to see something that isn’t a book for a little while.” She smiled again before taking Noodle away from him. He Inhaled deeply, taking off his hat and with cold, shaky fingers messing with his hair so that it looked a little more presentable than usual. He walked with a large deficit in confidence, a stark contrast to his usually stark contrast to his usual demeanour. he rounded the corner tentatively, then he froze.

There she was. Sat with her legs crossed, her face practically buried in a small hardback cover of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. She was so beautiful, the dim light of a small oil lamp illuminated the small nook in the library, creating an alluring glow around her like an aura. He couldn’t breathe. All of a sudden the air was ripped from him, his jacket too tight and the collar of his shirt clinging to his neck desperately. He blinked slowly, his mouth dry and his palms cold and clammy. He couldn’t do this. Not today.

He turned to leave just as she looked up and noticed his presence. “Willy?” she spoke sweetly, his name like honey on her lips, like a song made only for her to sing and for his own ears to hear. “I’m sorry to bother you. I should go.” he muttered quickly, almost unwillingly, starting to take a step away from her. She was somehow too much and just enough all at once. He couldn’t be around her yet he longed for her more than anything. She smiled knowingly at him and patted the small pile of cushions next to her.

“Sit with me.”

He walked over to her, taking off his coat and settling himself into the corner where she sat. He could see her clearer now. The radiant glow of her skin under the bright yellow light of the lamp. The way her fingers traced the thin pages of the book as she waited for him to get comfortable. “What’s wrong Willy?” she asks, gently placing a hand on his thigh. It was seemingly nothing romantic yet that simple touch reddened his cheeks and stole his breath from his lungs.

“Nothing”, he lied. “All is well. Just came to visit, thats all.” he gave her a gentle smile, unable to muster his usual unrelenting energy. It worried her. Something was seriously wrong and he clearly did not want to talk about it. So she wouldn’t force him. She would be there, just sit and relish in his presence as he relished in hers. She placed her head on his shoulder, leaning into the warmth of his body, sighing as she felt the tension in his shoulders dissipate. His head soon met the top of hers, the two of them sitting in calm and relaxed silence, all that could be heard was the turning pages of her book and the steady thrum of their hearts beating in sync.

They sat in a soft, warm and familiar silence before he straightened up, looking down at her, his eyes soft and brows furrowed. “You believed in me when no one else wanted to. Why?” he asked. His voice low and melancholy. She looked up into the pools of green in his irises, they seemed to swim with doubt and self consciousness, and well with salted tears. She sat up, her hand coming up to his face and cupping his cheek so gently as if he were porcelain and would break if he wasn’t handled with care and delicacy.

“Well, you were so passionate, so driven. How could i not. Your energy, your love for what you do is infectious like an illness, but one that renders the sufferer incapable of quitting, incapable of turning away from their dreams. You inspired so many people to do what they love. Even me.” She spoke ever so softly, almost whispering as she looked straight into his eyes as they stared back at her own, so full of love and hope. His posture loosened and his face fell into a sweet and dopey smile as her hands tucked some of his hair behind his ear and toyed with the sweet little curls that hing by his ears.

He couldn’t pull his eyes from hers no matter how hard he tried. They trapped him and intoxicated him. He couldn’t get enough. He let out a shuddered breath he didn’t even notice he was holding.

“You are so beautiful, Y/n.”

She blinked quickly, moving her hand from his face. He had screwed up. The one time he thought he could have something nice, something so simple yet so complicated, so sweet and comforting and he ruined it. He turned his face, embarrassment burning his skin, causing his cheeks and ears to flush scarlet. He felt her fingers on his jaw, their grip soft yet commanding. She pulled him into her and placed her lips on his.

His eyes closed out of pure instinct as his hand reached up to cup her jaw.

They moved gently together, the kiss sweet and bruising, like raspberries that weren’t quite ripe and fresh honey, warm and saccharine. She pushed him backward slightly so that his back rested agains the multitude of pillows behind him, her thighs either side of his waist, her eyes staring down into his once more.

“I think i just got an idea.” he grinned playfully, the smile stretching wide across his lips, his eyes bright with wonder and that almost childish excitement that had drawn her to him in the first place. “Oh yeah? What is it?” she smiled down at him, his hands planted firmly on her waist, their compromised position shielded from the rest of the world (the library) by the looming bookshelf full of books so similar to their own love story.

“I want to make something that tastes like your lips.” She was confused for a moment but then her heart fluttered at the idea of him dedicating something he loves so deeply to her.

“I can’t let you do that.” she giggled softly, brushing his hair from his face once again.

“C’mon, it’ll be my best one yet! It’ll be sweet like” he paused, pressing his lips on hers again tasting the sweetness of her kiss on tongue. “let me think. Ah! Sweet like honey and fresh like” he took a moment to kiss her for a third time, his tongue dipping passed her lips and running itself along her own. “hmm, raspberries. Promise i’ll make it good just for you!” he beamed, a grin so mischievous yet genuine and gentle settled across his lips. She couldn’t help but kiss them again.

“Promise it’ll be the best one yet?”

“It’s inspired by you how couldn’t it be?”

hope you guys like it as much as i do <3

taglist : @sydneyyymayyy @lucky-cleric

[averseunhinged]

wip wednesday! a much smaller offering than usual, because i'm a stress writer, but not a stress editor. like i have 73347384658 new partially completed wip from the past few weeks, but they all look like my brain got wasted in vegas and woke up married to a stranger. lolsob :)))))

anyway. this is the only part that's even remotely readable. it's set in a vague s5 if the spinoffs hadn't existed, and a very lonely caroline had ended up hanging out with klaus and rebekah all summer. like feral cats who suddenly live under her porch. it was supposed to be simple smutty literature, but then there were feelings and no one would just stfu and bone.

“You're going to put your butt on your couch thingy?” she asked.

He stilled. She had a moment's grace period to hope he'd let it go before his entire upper body convulsed. His mouth discontinued the lovely things it had been doing to her jawline, slid down and came to a rest, grinning teeth against the curve of her neck. He made a wheezing, choking noise and shook.

Of course, she thought with soured humor. Of course she was here in nothing but her best lingerie and a killer pair of heels, with a guy who'd consistently been cuckoo for Caroline for almost a year, and she still made him laugh at her.

“Hey!” She pinched the small amount of body fat he'd accumulated on his tummy. She'd wondered about that from the first time she'd seen him half-naked. Thought about it at night when she couldn't sleep. Had it been a good year, the year he died? Had he hunted fat, happy game and eaten well and laughed and lived? Caroline wanted to know, but it didn't seem the sort of thing you asked. Would he even remember? It was so long ago. Would she remember the year she died after a thousand more had passed? “It's fancy! You could at least put down a towel.”

“Furniture tends to lose any particular value once you've discarded at least a few centuries of it,” he explained in the gentler, rolling cadence he took on when he was trying to describe aspects of living forever he knew she'd eventually experience. It was equal parts endearing and exasperating. 

“Oh, is that how it works once you've discarded enough of something?” Caroline pulled out of his loose hold and rested one hand on her hip. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in feigned offense.

“Ah. Well, no. It's not a universal constant.”

[dailyautophagy]

do you ever feel like you are doing the right things

that sentence is kinda different depending on which word you emphasize

but please emphasize Ever cause that’s what I did lol

I will shower for the second day in a row today

It feels wasteful lol but also like I can’t just keep leaving the day on me and then be shocked when I get a pimple lol like 👍 hey retard, your pores need to get cleaned out, they are tiny gutters. How many pores do we have?

You ever type a question and then highlight it to look it up instead of actually opening a different app and typing it again

Look lol

you ever do that?? It just OPENS safari for you lol

iPhones are a drop of evil in the bucket of WORLD EVIL so like stfu about the child slaves like who’s making androids because I think my iPhone maker kid is probably friends with your android maker kid. And I can’t worry about everything happening in the world or I’ll implode, so…. TRAFFICKING IS WORSE. These kids just have to hurt their hands. BOTH ARE NOT OKAY. But there are levels to the evil shit… there are levels to everything

Like scale of 1-10 where 1 is got no dessert and 10 is got molested how bad was your childhood

….. anyway lol so you know how some things just do not feel right lol

How do we do things we know are wrong

Not even WHY but literally how lol what brain function is that

we aren’t just input/output creatures??…. I mean, we are lol input food, output waste, but with thoughts it’s like - input information, scumbag brain decides to ignore half that information and run with some part of it, output action…

it just doesn’t make sense that I KNOW going to sleep early and getting up early is good for my literal brain chemistry - and still don’t do it consistently

like amyloid plaque cannot build up if you sleep correctly because our body CLEANS ITSELF INTERNALLY at night lol so yo if you eat late and your body has to DO DIGESTION guess the fuck what your scumbag brain is like hey I know if I don’t digest this food it will rot and kill you so I have to do this BEFORE i can start all of the other INTERNAL CLEANING sooo - oopsie if we don’t get to everything. and then we wonder why Alzheimer’s and dementia are a problem.

Barbara O’Neill taught me more about the brain than fucking …. Any class. Granted I didn’t take brain chemistry classes lol but do you know how many prerequisites I would have to take before I could get to this information lol idk if that’s how shit works anymore - I remember more of highschool than college tbh because I didn’t smoke weed until the senior year of highschool and then NEVER STOPPED like how do I have a job lol paperwork, is how. DO YOUR PAPERWORK. Cover your ass. Everything will be okay.

usually going back to sleep feels good so i assume it’s the right thing but alas sometimes just because something feels good does not mean it is the right thing lol like doing DRUGS

Also this man mowed the lawn yesterday and I didn’t even suck on his penis about it

That

Is

Unacceptable

I have take not one but two large shits so now I am going to shower instead of laying back down til 630 lol

Can I just say how much I love not having kids

But I do have the time to make kids breakfast like set up a school room lol like teachers can’t even imagine a class size of single digits let alone 1-2 lol it would be SO EASY no wonder home school kids seem weird they know everything before everyone else and then probably look around at society like ‘these stupid fucks’ lol

There was a kid in my neighborhood named Walter and we played with k’nex and he didn’t have a TV and I think my parents knew his parents were doing a better job than them …. They were lol

Okay time to shower for another 40 minutes :D

Kidding, should be less time cause I don’t need to scrape off layers of dead skin from my AGING FACE. Castor oil you bitch, rub it on you after shower, why you never remember to do it????

I guess morning rambles are my thing now

[bl00dst41ned]

i'm warning you beforehand, this might be long.

I always feel like I can't speak about certain things because I'm young and don't feel mature/educated enough to have an opinion to share.

But everyday now, I'm seeing dead bodies of children, mothers and families all over Palestine and witnessing Israel's inhuman ways get excused.

I'm sick and fkn tired of all these people turning blind to Israel's genocide. It has been going for YEARS, but it seems like it all started when Hamas attacked Israel a few days ago. You're a fucking shitty person and monster. Palestine are the victims, the targets of the power-hungry ass, colonizing ass country that is Israel. Don't get it mfn twisted.

I'm also tired of Israel being above all laws and killing thousands of people without anybody doing anything. Crazy how with all these fucking powerful countries, ain't one of them who tried to stop this mass murder. How TF nobody is saying nothing about Israel killing literal families, ambushing civilians just to massacre them, restraining vital ressources (cause I KNOW FOR SURE taking the access to water to individuals is illegal). THEY ARE EVEN KILLING MEDICS. that's literally an INTERNATIONAL LAW. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO KILL MEDICS. but everyone is blind to what's happening.

And I'm overly sick of all this Jewishs vs Muslims talk. This has nothing to do with religion. And if you chose Israel based on that, you're just an Islamophobic fuck. It is way above this spectrum. So the little brats in well protected Western Countries don't need to fear for your life as a fkn Jew. This is not your battle, you can stfu, dumbass.

And all these celebrities talking and acting like they give a fuck need to stay silent, for real. So Kylie's botox filled face better stay tf quiet like she's been all these years and Paris Jackson better go back to being the daughter of literal Palestine defendant Michael Jackson instead of thinking she some type of activist.

(And please there is no promise land belonging to Israel, since some dumb stupid brain dead bitches think that (Damien Rieu on te parle fdp).)

Sending all my love and prayers to the real victims of this literal genocide but not forgetting all the innocent victims on both sides who didn't deserve to die from bloodthirsty Israel's actions.

PS: If you support Israel, please unfollow me quickly. We don't fw each other. I'd rather nobody following me than having zionists somewhat around me.

[jawllines]

OMG THE LATEST PART OF Y/N DOESN’T WANNA BE AN OMEGA ❤️❤️❤️❤️ SORRY IM LATE OMG I GET SO GIGGLY AND GIDDY FOR THOSE TWO WOW EVERY TIME.

Harry’s chest heaves with each breath against her, but he’s kissing all over her face. Peppering little pecks around her cheeks, her nose, her chin, her forehead, her mouth, until she’s giggling and turning her head every which way, “Stop, stop!” She laughed.

NO YOU STOP IT MISS JAWS I’M BLUSHING—I CAN FEEL THE HEAT IN MY FACE AND IT’S NOT OKAY.

The way she gets so insecure and jealous but doesn’t have it in her heart to take an opportunity from him 🥺 people always write jealousy as obvious or amusing or tension-building (which I love) but in my personal real-life experience, it’s painful—like this. It’s brutal. Faking a smile so well, that nobody knows. Go on, miss jaws. Twist the knife. Go on, then. Fuck.

THE WAY HE KNOWS AND CAN SMELL WHEN SHE’S UPSET AND SHE’S TRYING SO HARD TO PLAY IT COOL OMG I’M—🥺 and she bundles in Niall’s bed giving herself 10 minutes to wallow and then pull herself together. So real. But then he goes and finds her 😭 “you think I don’t know when you’re upset?” SHHHH SOMEONE QUICK I NEED A SHOULDER TO HIDE IN 🥺 he really sees her 😭

Also “This doesn’t look like using the bathroom” —that cheeky mf. He’s such a great balance of cheeky/sweet. Oof. That’s a sweet spot. Like scratching a really good itch.

The way he keeps calling her cute 😭 brb. Ordering my tombstone.

The way she compliments his alpha “nest” and he’s all smiley. This gets me every time, either role reversed. When someone is complimenting the nest and they bristle proudly in response. It’s just the absolute cutest. And she’s trying to give him all that love back 😭

When he giggles at the noises 🙈 he’s even teasy in his rut? He really is the best alpha. I will accept no one but him.

Her panties are still on but Harry buries his nose against her, chuckling deeply when Y/N squeals, jumping just a little bit from the sudden stimulation. His nose flicks her clit back and forth as he rubs into her, breathing in deep, and she feels her body flush with embarrassment.

“Ah – Harry,” she giggled a little breathlessly, “That’s embarrassing.”

I mean it. Stop it. Stfu. Stop.

He’s such a pleasing boy and even his filthy talk is so damn sweet.

The smut was just so 😵‍💫

Subscribing to your patreon is the best $5 I spend every month. You. Are. Appreciated.

Also, just another daily reminder that you’re adorable and I have a crush on your brain. (Yes it’s me again hi)

CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE MESSAGES LIKE THESE SO MUCH WHERE YOU GO THROUGH SPECIFIC THINGS YOU LIKED!! THE WAY IM GRINNING THE WHOLE TIME IM READING IT JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! IM SO GLAD THAT YOU LIKED IT :-)

[kpopscruggles]

i just saw the first anton pic LIKE OOOH FUCK ME anyways so i thought of this trope - 🏳️‍🌈 (sungchan dont get angry pls baby) ALSO DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS IS ALL BRAIN FART AND IMPORPER RNGLISH SORRY IDK WHAT TO DO W PRONOUNS

i was listening to underwater by red velvet and lucid dream by aespa while listening so i recommend listening to that while reading

"its senior year y/n, and you're still watching his swim meet? you really lost it huh. that man is obvi straight/he obvi not into you."

"listen-"

"NO. you gotta stop being dumb, i heard his dating this wonyoung girl anyways. like, i get that he's like one of the ten men in the whole university not making you feel like shit for liking them but its been a year? all he did was look st you every time he wins" Your friend leaves dissapointed at you in the school gym watching another swim meet where your crush, anton is playing, but this time will be your last, you hope.

You spaced out during the whole competition, even after anton inevitably wins first place again. You even try to pass anton looking at you then losing his smile as him knowing how you feel but you subconsciously know it was just your delusion.

Everyone left, the gym lights are closed, and the only thing illuminating is the pool itself. You walk towards the edge and put your feet in it. "Is there going to be a man whos gonna love me? I swear i'm getting tired of me being single, why would i even be dumb enough to think that anton would even look at me like that i swear i gotta be d-"

"FUCK. BITCH?!/&:" You fell in the pool but you realized that it was the DEEPEST part of the pool and your ass cant swim

"I HATE THIS SM WHY IS IT SO SLIPPERY ANTON COULD LITERALLY STAND HERE WHY IS IT ACTUALLY SO DEEP" You say trying to save yourself from drowning but great at least youre not leaving college single, you'll end it with a black and white picture and a whole section of you in the yearbook.

You felt an angel holding you and raising yourself out of your misery. you didnt knew you were going to heaven with how much shit you did but- oh wait you're alive.

As you open your eyes you realized the guy that saved you was ANTON LEE ?/&,&,&,&?@?&??

and two things might happen:

one. anton is actually a hot buff merman (stfu 😘)

"h-hi" yn said to anton shyly "hi cutie what are you doing here, yk drowning in the pool hehe" anton laughed pulling himself closer to you. the two of you stared at each other with just a few inches away from each other. anton is strong enough to keep you and him standing afloat as he goes nearer to your face and caressing your cheeks. "You don't know how much i wanted to do this to you" Yn said getting their body closer. "Oh trust me, I saw how you looked at me everytime we see each other" Anton pulled you nearer to him and the both of you started touching each other. You held his body and felt his toned arms, abs, and TAIL??

"WOAH! Yeah this is a wet dream, yeah waking up now" Yn said out loud "Huh?" Anton said laughing "No Like, I love every moment of this like literally I had a similar dream where you're this hot merman and im this cute pretty merman hunter and you fucked me an-"

"OUC-Ohh" You didn't realize that Anton went behind you and pulled you towards him as he went to the end of the pool and started to suck your neck. "You still sure its just a dream?" Anton asked before sucking your neck more and leaving love bites on your neck "An-Anton- Ygh- Stop pls calm down"

"No, I've been wanting to be with you, love you, hold you, carress you, taste you for three years and you just say its a dream? I'm as real as i could be" Anton said sternly removing your clothes and throwing it off the pool. He hugged you from behind pulling you to his body as he placed his dick in your hole. "Anto- Babe" You kissed Anton while he keeps thrusting you in the edge of the pool. You can't handle the pace and you came before him.

"Pretty Baby already made a mess huh" He kisses your head "Don't worry i'm close too" You moaned when he played with you while thrusting deep inside you. you were overstimulated you dont remember much after that other than the pleasure that he was giving you and the kisses he keep laying on your face. The both of you cum in the same time.

"Woah, we need to do this with my human form" That statememnt waked you up from your high "YOUR WHAT" Anton just laughed before He carried you on the edge of the pool and pulled himself right after. And you swore you could make out him right then and there. So you did.


The two of you made out for god knows how long before he broke the kiss. "Babe. I'm strong but you holding my abs like that really hurt" Anton smirks before kissing you again "Wanna move this to the showers?" But you were busy being insecure with what he said before "Babe, I didnt say I dont like you holding me like that, I wished for you to hold me like that" He said and you smirked while laying on his chest "Can we stay like this for a minute?" You asked. He played with your hair "Ok" He answered and the both of you held each other's prescence for the next hour.

two. hes just a little shy baby

Anton just looked at you not muttering a word as he saved you from drowning

"Th-Thank You" You said shyly as you try to stand up to go to your seat while anton is just seated on the edge of the pool. "I have extra clothes if you do-" "No its okay" Yn quickly shutted the idea out.

"No its fine i insist" "Its okay, really wouldn't your girlfriend be weird-" Anton got visibly shocked when he heard that from yn. "Girlfriend?? First of all i dont have a girlfriend, second of all why are you interested in my love life" "Uh- Uhm well you're really cute and I-i think youre fine uhm sorry i'll just leave you alone now" you were scared (and kinda turned on) with how anton looked at you but you werent sure if it was because of how scary anton is or because of how embarrassed you were or if it was the cold but you started tearing up which was not anton's intention, he quickly went to you and started comforting you

"I'm sorry u-uh did i scare you I didn't mean it" Anton began rambling trying to calm you down "Its just that i was just surprised that people think me and my bestfriend who is obviously into women and has a girlfriend are dating and especially because you think were dating when i only had eyes for you, i like you okay, i like your glances at me, i like how you smile back when you look at me thats why i was surprised you didnt even look at me when i won, i like your little rambles when we see each other, i like the photos you send to me and the little storytimes you say to keep our conversation going, i like the way you look, i like your flustered fsce right now, Ugh" He went silent with the water from his body dripping as the only noise in the whole gym before screaming (but its anton his scream is probably like 4 decibles) "I liked you okay" He rolled his eyes before saying "And its really annoying that he keeps being oblivious on my feelings for him for three years just called me cute then saying he'll leave me alone because he thinks im dating this random ass girl"

Yn just laughed after the revelation. "PFft. Well here I am thinking im the one whos gonna ramble on how much I crushed on you since last year and how my friend keeps saying you and wonyoung were dating making me think i have no chance with you" Yn smiled before hugging Anton "I love you" yn said burying your head on his chest "Gimme a kiss" Anton said "No" You said looking at him. He pouted "Gimme a kiss" He said more whiny than the last time. You pecked his right cheek "Thats not what I mean" Anton rolled his eyes before looking straight at you "Say pleaseeee" You said teasingly. "UGH. Please Gimme a kiss" He received a peck on his lips and he was opening his mouth to yap about some nonsense when you shutted him up with a deep kiss he groaned before kissing you back.

You weren't shy to put your tongue in and as he moaned he put his tongue in too and the both of you started making out. Anton broke the kiss "I love you, I wanna be yours" He said albeit really randomly. "Don't worry i'm all yours"

The both of you went to shower and because theres no smut yet here it is

"You sure you wanna shower together? The cubicle is really small" Anton said "And you think i dont wanna be all up close to your body" he rolled his eyes trying to hide his blush.

"You can't keep your hands off me? I just opened the door" He said laughing at your horniness you just rolled your eyes then entered in the cubicle. Anton is really shy, REALLY shy, and it honestly turned you on. He faced away from you while he was busy showering so you wont see how red he is looking at you but that just turned you on more.

You held his face making him face you and kissed him. He was obviously stunned and his cute face made you squish his cheeks. "Let me show you what I'm all yours means babe" You kiss anton's lips, then kiss his adam's apple, marked his chest leaving hickeys on it, tracing his abs with your tongue and finally planting a kiss on his dick

Looking up was a sight to see, a flustered anton looking at you so lovingly but also so sexually. "Yn. I'm a virgin" He said pouting. "Don't worry I'm a virgin too" You said before trying to fit his dick in your mouth. You had a hard time pushing all in so you opted to teasing him by licking his shaft and kissing his tip and jerking him off but you gathered enough courage to suck it all in.

Anton was livid with what you're doing with him. He could hardly keep himself standing with him playing with your hair as a way to keep himself in reality. Moaning at every action you did to him. So when you finally put his dick in your mouth he felt estatic he moaned really hard before cumming

"Oh Fuck. Sorry, Shit. I told you its my first time and you did all that to me I thought you were a vo- Oh woah Ughh Yn what are you- UGH" To his surprise you didnt stop sucking even though you just had a load of cum that he kept for 2 weeks in your face.

"Yn. Ugh Yn. Ynnnn. UGH. I love you I love you" He kept on repeating these words while you were busy sucking him off again. He felt really good, He leaned on the wall and put his thighs on each side of your face and forced you to keep sucking while pushing his dick deeper in your head. It wasn't long before he came again.

"Yn, Oh fuck I'm sorry" He said but you just stood up giggled before swallowing every seed he released in your mouth. "I love you" He hugged you slowly and kissed your head over and over.

He saw how tired he looked and he cleaned you up and made you wear his clothes.

"You look good wearing my clothes" Anton said giggly. "I'll look even better if you take it off-" He kissed you "Yeah next time when your voice is not super hoarse cause of my dick" He kissed you again and it took all his might to not make it another makeout session

JBDBDNENSNDND OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT!!! What if you think he’s a little shy boy but deep down he’s fooling you and he is a siren that’s like living on earth because he hates the ocean and wants too see the world (lil sprinkle of Ariel scenario) !!! (So scenario b for a moment)

After your guys little moment he starts watching you from Afar but slowly luring you into him and becomes addicted to your taste and smell. Almost to the point where when you get close he just has to put his lips on yours…nibbling slightly in your bottom lip

[omegaversetheory]

Im aware that this question will sound weird af, but I Wonder if incest in your omegaverse au would be biologically impossible, i mean, alphas and omegas's instincts and bonds between each others are very scent-centered, so it would make sense that the sexual/romantic mechanisms of their instinctive part of the brain was genetically, chemically and evolutionary made and wired to reject all of those scents that have a very similar composition to their owns's, being an evolutionary change on their orgsnisms thst spoeared to prevent having defective descendants due either incest or endogamy

Lets put on an example, lets imagine that an alpha is very horny when it comes to omegas who are near his age, however, he doesn't feel anything towards his twin (fraternal, no identical) omega sister, even when she is on heat and he is in rut, neither of them feel anything morre for each other than the typical "stfu u annoying" sibling behavior, that would happen because when it comes to random omegas, the alpha's brain notices that their scents are something completely New and get possitively overstimulated by it, causing the horniness to happen, however, when it comes to his sister, his brain notices the evident similarities and automátically neutralizes the sexual instincts, so its basically impossible for him to see his sister in a weird way unless he has a genetic disorder or is just a gross person in general LOL (I dont even know if this makes sense, i just needed to take it out of my head omg)

You know what I've never thought about it. It's extremely ethnically immoral yes, but thinking about it now, no I would say it is biologically possible with the caveat that the body does almost everything it can do to make it impossible.

So yes, if you are feeling aroused, the scents of the people in close relation to you won't smell "desirable". Their scents won't change, they won't smell foul - rather your brain just knows they're your family and will point you in other directions. This would be the scent rejection you're talking about.

Besides that I'd also theorize that something about "getting it on" with a relative is physically painful - you don't want to go touching their bits with your bits. It's going to sting/burn/leave a mark then you'll need to go to a doctor and how embarrassing is that conversation. Perhaps, to add another layer - laying with a relative would leave you with a distinct new scent note. And not a nice one either, so people would immediately be able to smell it.

When it comes to heats/ruts, what you've described is I believe the common understanding. An individual is not impacted by the heats/ruts of their relatives - including but not limited to first/second cousins, parents, grandparents, siblings, "half" versions of any of the aforementioned relatives.

But as for more of your deep science-theory about the scent rejections, I like it! I'd love to hear more about your au and headcanons!

[idkjupiterdraws]

Totally love me tender

Douglas: Why we stopped

Donald: thinking

Douglas: about what? The fact that you have no braincells

Donald: I should have ate you in the womb

Douglas: WERE TRAINS WHAT FUCKING WOMB!?

Donald: BITCH WE CAN THROW HANDS RN

Douglas: COME AT ME BITCH

-ummmm soo no body won yeah so next!-

Douglas: I think we should clear Edwards line

Donald: naw let’s stick to the mainline for now

Douglas: But what about Edward

Donald: we’ll come back to it later

Douglas: UGHHHHHHH

-later-

Edward: -clearing his line while delivering goods-

Edward: I dont expect the twins to do everything

-back to the twins-

Donald: we’re going to the search and rescue center

Douglas: why tf would we need to go there

Donald: and you say I have one brain cell

Douglas: CAUSE YOU DO! DUMB ASS RAT

Donald: AYE DONT MAKE ME COME BACK THERE!

Douglas: WHAT YOU GONNA DO!? UR NOT MY MOM

Donald: WE DONT HAVE ONE WERE TRAINS!

Douglas: STOP APPLYING LOGIC TO EVERYTHING! LIKE LOOK AT AEG!

Donald: yeah you have a point….BUT STILL

Douglas: UGHH

-they clear the line to the search and rescue center and went back the clearing the mainline-

Donald: so where to now?

Douglas: fuck you. You never listen to me

Donald: are you Emo again?

Douglas: WHAT

Donald: ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION ARE YOU EMO AGAIN

Douglas: WHAT DO YOU MEAN EMO AGAIN

Donald:….BITCH YOU DONT REMEMBER!?

Douglas: I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT UR TALKING ABOUT!

-Donald went on explaining how Douglas was Emo when they were back on Scotland-

Douglas: BITCH THAT WAS YOU

Donald: NO THE FUCK IT WASNT

-at the end of the day they are still brothers-

Spencer: .-. STOP TORMENTING ME

-NEVER NOW STFU AND GO TO THE CORNER-

Spencer: WHAT DID I EVEN DO

-YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID-

[petitprincess1]

If Velma bombs they probably blame it on racist, sexist and homophonic (Is there people that will just hate the show because there gay black woman lead. Yeah there probably the same people that bitch about the Owl House or how Harley Quinn ruined batman.) But that's not the whole audience.

I know this ask isn't about this, but I've watched like half of the first ep.....by god....it sucks! It's really bad...like holy shit.

First of all, the show starts off with Daphne getting shocked at hearing a noise in the locker room. She then sees a cockroach....and then another cockroach starts fucking it. That's how the show starts...cockroaches fucking. Cool...

Then the next scene is Daphne and other teenage girls engaging in typical teenage girl talk. You know when you talked about how in Pilots they have a bunch gratuitous nudity and sex to engage audiences, then Daphne says that she doesn't care for that stuff, then another girl pops outta nowhere and says how we're all secretly perverts and want sex, and then the two fighting each other? Btw, they're all naked in the shower in the locker room. ....I know that's the point of the scene, but it's just not funny and so unnatural.

Also, Velma asks Daphne after smacking her out of the showers with a hockey stick about how she feels about race-blind casting. Daphne says that as an Asian woman (yes, she brings up her race) that it's great because people love a white man playing Jesus or a professional boxer (or wrestler idc), so why it can't it go the other way. Again, all of this...very natural dialogue that definitely doesn't sound like it was made by robots that only viewed humans through political tiktok.

And then a body with no brain falls out the locker. ..............So, yeah, that was the first five minutes. It technically starts with narration from Velma, but the moment I heard fake woke shit...I couldn't listen to it. I'm 13 or 14 minutes in. I had to pause so many times to say stfu because of how pretentious, unnatural, or unfunny the dialogue was.

I understand the whole "beauty in the eye of the beholder" and all that, but whoever this show is made for...has to be blind.

Also, here's some natural dialogue that I forced myself to remember:

Daphne's mom: How long has it been since Daphne's been at your house?

Velma: Uhhhh, since my mom went missing....two years ago

~~~

Velma: I'm a suspect? I thought lesbians were good at solving crimes. That's like the one positive stereotype that's perpetuated in cop shows.

~~~

Daphne's mom: [...]You were found lurking in the showers like a gym teacher that isn't a gym teacher anymore.

~~~

Velma: Boyfriend? You think I want Fred? I mean, if someone wanted to show me a picture of him naked, I'd be all hubba hubba, but I'd say that with anyone. LeBron James, Helen Mirren, a mummy.

~~~

Velma's Dad: Velma, I love you. But I'm a lawyer so you have to trust me when I say this. People only think that you murdered Brenda because-

Velma: I was voted "Most Revenge-y" in the school yearbook, I know. Oh, those yearbook guys have no idea what's coming to them.

Velma's Dad: No, you're a weirdo. Ever since your mother disappeared, you haven't hung out with any normal kids.

~~~

Daphne: Fred? Naked? Hilarious! We've been dating a year and he hasn't even taken his pants off.

Velma: Whoa! A year? He gay?

~~~

Fred: I have an illness that makes me unable to recognize people unless they're hot. My doctor said it's like sickle cell for rich people.

Velma: Is it called rudeness?

Fred: It is! You're, like, really smart!

Velma: Really? Thank you!

Fred: Not a compliment.

[bonded-by-love-and-hatred]

Rewatched The Blind Fortune Teller episode last night and every time I watch it now my brain is just:

Omg circus!

Omg Lee!! Love her

OMG JEROME!!! ❤️🥹😍🥰❤️❤️💖💗💓💔👀

Aww a snakey

Omg his mom's dead body hA she had it comin

"Do you have any other family?" 👀👀👀

Oh hey Bruce, tiny baby Bruce, how's it goin? Aaand he fell down a hill...🤦🏻

Aww Lee is so adorable, she deserves better than Jim tbh

Jim... I would like to know how you put this all together just like that. Hm? HM??

(Now back to your regularly scheduled programming-)

JEROMEJEROMEJEROME IT WAS SELF DEFENSE YOUR HONOR HE IS A SWEET BABY WHO DID NOTHING WROOONG STFU JIM

That laugh tho 😏

[melodythemaybegorl]

✨ Fuck Off You Stupidass Piece of Shit ✨

Warning: extremely long vent post ahead with All of the swearing

Context: i went on a camping trip a month agoish, it was great, would do again. ~However~ when i went on the annual nature hike walk Thing. i happened to ya know, over work my very poor body. Especially my legs, seeing as how my right (& left) knee likes to just Ya Know, be in various amounts of pain randomly when it decides I've 'overworked' it again.

Unfortunately for my mental health my brain Needs to daydream in order to Process Shit™️ subconsciously. Now, this wouldn't be such a big deal if i could do that while reading, playing a video game or some other activity. Sadly only stuff i can do on auto pilot counts for Day Dreaming Time which for me personally includes the following: walking/pacing, swinging on a swing set/similar playground equipment on and eating. (sometimes) Theoretically i could do so while sitting still but uhm, i kinda need something more engaging then That

Which again leaves us to my Knee Problem, seeing as my preferred method out of all of these is swinging/waling around without feeling like a tiger in a Fuckin cage. (sorry but im feeling extremely frustrated by this) Seeing as it's been a month tho my leg is (mostly) fine. Which means I'm able to walk to the nearby park & swing away until my body physically tells me to get the fuck off.

Again not that bad, UNFORTUNATELY seeing as I'm fairly young with zero self defense training aside from the instinct to kick a bitch like a donkey I'm not allowed to walk around after dark, (extremely reasonable i agree completely) but i happened to reach my brain's internal storage of shit until it feels like it needs to take a step back & process... which it can't do until i walk. which I can't do because it is Night Time and even Then my knee is fuckin complaining. This means I'm very very frustrated & more than a little mad. Seeing as how my brain is sending "Go Touch Grass" while body is going "madam we woke up at 6 pm after sleeping at 9 sthm am and it's 4 am go the Fuck to sleep, also I'm sick of you're shit."

WHICH BTW I BEEN HAVING THE WORST TIME DOING SO CAUSE ONE OF MY BIG BOI BLANKETS GOT POOP ON IT & THE OTHER GOT PISSED ON. So far the best way I've found to Go the F To Sleep has been cuddling with mom because cuddling with mom is Great and allows my pickyass brain to stfu about not being able to nest properly. also my bed is uncomfy as shit without Proper Nesting Materials which means I haven't really been able to recharge alone properly either!!!

I know all very small problems but it's kinda all piled up together in a giant ball of Complete & Utter Bullshit.

Further Warning:

self pity & hate train is here y'all, if ya dont wanna read that please & kindly heck off. No disrespect intended but this is a random post on the Internet under a read more, you put in some tiny amount of effort to get this far. Also it should be noted that the swearing rockets up a few notches, again you don't have to read further. (Apologies if this is a bit over the line for bitchiness, have a lovely day regardless)

and!! i should be able to fix the blanket problem except my dumbass forgot how to do laundry AGAIN cause i haven't had the proper motivation to do Fuckin Anything for years now, plus my stupidass self pity train hasn't been properly derailed enough for me to figure out how to trick myself into Actually Doing Stuff! I've just been complaining about it like a useless little Bitch! Which i am! i barely fuckin do anything cause i just sit there in a guilty spiral of guiltyness doin fuckall. Just, what the fuck man.