#love for nonnie

[satoruxx]

stubble toji but u squeal when he eats u out

had to take a minute to breath nonnie bc oh my god

stubble toji is insufferable with it too, because he knows how you normally react when he's pressing the rough texture of his jaw against your skin. god knows he'll take advantage of it in every possible situation.

taunts like crazy, saying things like "what's wrong, doll? still hate the feelin'?” even as his hands grip your thighs and spread them apart. you scoff, cheeks practically on fire as you look down at his smug grin.

"quit teasing, toji."

he just chuckles throatily, chin brushing over the skin of your inner thigh just barely, and he mentally notes the way you shiver at the feeling.

toji already drives himself crazy when he eats you out, mostly because the choked moans and whines that he can pull from you with a skillful flick of his tongue has his pride singing.

but when you squeal in between your gasps, caught off guard by the rough sensation in between his licks—that is a different high all together.

he groans against your skin when you do, stubble pressing deep against it as he suckles at your clit eagerly.

the sound, quite literally, goes straight to your core.

“ah fuck baby, that’s it,” he grunts, fingers tightening around your thighs in a way you know will leave marks. he deliberately presses his jaw into you when he can, eyes hooded as he hears the sound it pulls from you. “feel good, huh?”

“uh huh—” you nod eagerly, unable to stop your hips from bucking into his tongue as he teases your clit and laps up your juices. “so good.”

an evil smirk as he pulls back, chin glistening and eyes satisfied. “thought you always whine about how my stubble is too scratchy.”

“it is,” you huff—adamant. “you’re always tormenting me with it.”

“don’t hear you complaining now,” he murmurs—smug. his lips find your clit again, sucking and licking until your vision goes hazy. “still want me to shave?”

you’ve never said no quicker in your life.

[naeminaeri]

consider: kim AND harry midriff

[girlfictions]

hi hari 💚 i just want to say thank you for never shutting up about palestine and wanted to ask if you were willing to share a little list of where you get your updates/news about the situation (and current events in general)? what sources are the most misinformation-free that you would recommend? i hope you have a lovely day xx

In terms of news sites, I'm really only trusting Al Jazeera's coverage of the situation. I'm also following pages like Times of Gaza and Eye On Palestine. But mainly, I'm following Palestinian citizens/journalists who are sharing live updates: Muhammad Smiry, Hind Khoudary, Motaz Azaiza, Wael Al Dahdouh, Plestia Alaqad, Yara Eid, Ali Jadallah, Abdallah Al Attar, and Mohammed Al Masri and probably a few more I can't remember right now.

If anyone has any other reputable sources that I may have missed please add them to this post.

[ennabear]

Gentle/soft sevika… im starving, lord have mercy

^also im the important exam anon! I dont know how i did in that day since the results would take 2 more weeks minimum, but im pretty sure whether it turns out too good or too bad than usual its thanks to you, imma keep you updated! I also think i did good because replaying what you wrote in my brain was just a the best kind of rewards^

IMPORTANT EXAM ANON HAIII!!!! i’m sure you did good hehe idk who you are or what you’re going to school for but i believe that you’re very smart… BUT THANK YOU!!! i’m so honored heheheh 😭 here’s some soft sevika 🤎🤎

everyone always thinks that sevika is aggressive and scary, especially because she can be on occasion. but in reality, you’ve never really seen her that way.

all of sevika’s violence and crimes are done outside of the walls of your shared home, as far away from them as she can manage. most of her killings and fights are done in a dark alleyway in the middle of nowhere, or closer to topside, where although it’s risky to be so close to those stuck ups who’ve never witnessed a crime before, she always gets away with it.

and she never does it out of cold blood. she only lays her hands on someone if they’ve wronged her first.

to you, her hands are the softest thing in the world. well— hand, technically, because she only has one human hand left. but both of them, whether flesh or metal, treat you with the greatest care possible.

late at night, they can be found wrapped around you, either holding you to her chest in a tight snuggle or pinning you to the bed while she snores on top of you. sometimes her metal fingers will trace little shapes into your back, the pointy tips of them making you shiver as she slowly lulls you to sleep.

sometimes she forgoes her mech arm completely, you being the only person she feels comfortable enough to be vulnerable with. still, her human arm will cling to your hips or your waist as you move around the house. whether that means doing chores or washing yourselves up or taking a well deserved afternoon nap on the couch.

sometimes she’ll even cry in front of you if she feels safe enough— which of course she does around you. you’re the only person on the whole planet who knows about her past and the things that still do scare her. like losing you, for example.

her favorite thing in the world is crying with you, although it seems dark. but to her, it’s like she finally feels seen. whether you’re crying over the same thing or just being mutually sad together, she loves to comfort you and feel it back at the same time. neither of you can even stay sad for long, because the other is trying to cheer you up by making you laugh or crack a smile, and it always ends in two teary-eyed giggles bubbling through the room.

[foibles-fables]

What do you think it means at the end when Cait asks Vi if she’s still in this fight? What fight?

Given the context, I think it's multifaceted! Literal, convictional, and emotional, all at once.

For one, Cait is asking Vi if she's still in the fight that they started in S1--to keep working toward just relations between Piltover and Zaun, which began in earnest post-skirmish with her giving up the Kiramman seat to Sevika (a detail I loved).

More than that, though--I read it as Cait giving Vi the option to finally stop fighting. To lay down her arms, metaphorically (notice how the last scene is one of the only, if not the only, times we see Vi without her wraps), and settle into life. She's done nothing but fight all of her life and Cait knows that. No more expectations. Some semblance of peace is finally allowed.

But it's not like Vi to leave something uncompleted. She's the dirt under Cait's nails--a constant partner through all the hard work it's gonna take to keep moving forward.

This ties into the third: she's asking Vi if she's okay, in the simplest terms. A little callback to "what about us?"-- "are you still in this?" It's an acknowledgement that nothing has been or WILL be easy or perfect for them, between them. It's simultaneously an offering of staunch support and a bid for reassurance--a bid Vi answers with raw honesty.

[cheriepie111]

Pleaseee I need jealous!Reader and Spencer Reid??🙏🏾🙏🏾Maybe reader and the rest of bau are out clubbing or whatevaaa and someone keeps flirting with him?? And Spencer being absolutely clueless and love sick with reader he doesn't even notice.🤦🏾‍♀️ Maybe a little angsty at the start but ending a little spicy or more fluffy or maybe both? Whatever you're comfortable with! Thank youuuu💕

Jealousy Is Haunting Me

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: You don't like anyone touching what's yours

Warnings: Possessive reader, Bathroom sex, Oral (m!receiving)

Title is from 'Jealousy' by Pale Waves

Thomas Maloney. That was the name of the bastard that you had just locked up for life. And it was his arrest that warranted this celebratory trip to the bar. You nursed your third negroni and watched as your boyfriend chatted with some blond across the bar. His shirt sleeves were pushed past his elbows in a desperate attempt to gain some reprieve from the heat and he clutched a club soda in his hand. Spencer had the same look in his eye that he got when he talked about his favorite books but the girl’s eyes glinted far more nefariously.  

A brush of her hand, a well timed laugh… It was all too much. Spencer didn’t protest when you interrupted, he didn’t protest when you dragged him to the bathroom, and he especially didn’t protest when you locked the door behind him. He was quick to ask what’s wrong, his large hands finding your hips. 

“She was all over you,” you huffed, a petulant pout on your lips. He chuckled lowly against your neck before kissing your cheek. 

“I’m yours, baby. You know that.”

“Doesn’t mean I like seeing it,” You said, your hand tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. You gave the soft locks a tug, eliciting a soft moan from your boyfriend. 

“I-I’m yours,” He repeated, pulling you impossibly closer. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, thighs to… bulge? You raised an eyebrow and he could only grin sheepishly. A rush of possessiveness washed over you at the realization. 

“All mine.” Your fingers tugged at his belt as you dropped to your knees, the dirty floor the last thing on your mind. Spencer groaned, his fingers gripping the sink, and prayed that his knees wouldn’t give out. You took your time sliding his slacks and boxers down his lithe legs, reveling in his soft gasps. His thick dick sprung forward and you’re so eager to touch him, to tease him… You wrapped your hand around his base, taking in the sight of him above you. He was such a pretty mess, his hair sticking to his forehead and his lips parted. 

“God, I wish that bitch could see you now.” You hummed against his tip. “All desperate for my mouth.” He mumbled something incoherent and his sweet sounds egged you on as you took him in your mouth. Your other hand fondled his balls and he knew he would cum embarrassingly quickly if you kept looking at him like that. 

His head knocked against the cracked mirror as he let out a strangled moan. Fuck, you felt so good that his mind went cloudy. The dingy bathroom filled with sloppy sounds and loud moans as you worked him. Spencer felt his stomach tightening and he knew. He tried to warn you, he really did, but he was overcome with white-hot pleasure before he could from the words. You made no move to slow, savoring the salty sweetness that filled your mouth, his earthy scent that invaded your nose, and the delicious moans that rang in your ears.

[awesomefringey]

Hi Sabine if you could please spread this, this account lists all the memorials planned for Liam across the world and regularly updates them, for those who wish and are able to attend https://x.com/HS_News_/status/1847077799942934740

Sending lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

LIAM PAYNE MEMORIAL

Europe:

🇬🇧 London | October 20 - 2pm | Hyde Park

🇬🇧Liverpool | October 19 - 2pm | Docks on keel wharf bridge

🇬🇧 Glasgow | October 20 - 2pm | Sir Walter Scott Statue in George Square

🇬🇧 Manchester | October 20 - 6pm | Cathedral Gardens

🇬🇧 Birmingham | October 20 - 4pm | Chamberlain Square

🇧🇪 Brussels | October 19/20 - 2pm | Parc de Bruxelles

🇫🇷 Paris | October 20 - 2pm | Jardins des Tuileries

🇩🇪 Munich | October 20 - 3pm | Olympiahalle

🇪🇸 Madrid | October 20 - 3pm | Plaza de Santa Ana

🇸🇪 Stockholm | October 19 - 6pm | Svartensgatan 8

🇵🇹 Lisbon | October 27 - 6pm | Meo Arena, Oriente

🇮🇹 Milan | October 20 - 3pm | Piazza Duomo

🇺🇸 US:

Newark - Delaware | October 19 - 4pm | Glasgow Park

NYC | October 19 - picnic* at 11am and another event at 6pm | Washington Square Park

*Picnic RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/2WoJi0Onf8jWijlyFU8E

Boston | October 19 - 2pm | Boston Common

Chicago | October 19 - 2pm | Gather at Grandmother’s Garden outside of Lincoln Park Zoo

Los Angeles | October 19 - 4:30pm | La Cienaga** Park in Beverly Hills

**RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/P5qPcaZkgLizNYhzP0mm

South-America:

🇧🇷 São Paulo | October 27 - 2pm | Parque Ibirapuera

Oceania:

🇳🇿 Auckland | October 20 - 2pm | Freyberg Square

🇦🇺 Sydney | October 20 - 11am | Hyde Park (Memorial fountain)

Asia:

🇮🇳 Mumbai | October 20 - 5pm | Marine Lines, Opposite Pizza by the Bay

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EDIT: added Boston

[navybrat817]

Do you think Bucky would be possessive if you aren't his girl?

Nonnie, I think you forgot a word at the end of your question.

YET.

You aren't his girl yet.

But imagine Bucky is sitting at a table and a few agents are sitting there as well. He tries to block out the chatter, until one of them mentions your name. Followed by his.

"Barnes, you hitting that?"

Which would have him seeing red. Because he wants to fuck you, yes. He also wants to give you the care you deserve. He wants you to be his completely.

"If you're asking if she's my girl," he says as calmly as he can manage, "No."

"So, I have a chance," the agent smirks.

That look is quickly wiped away when Bucky takes a knife out of what appears to be thin air and drives it through the table as the chatter ceases. The blade is right between the agent's fingers. Miraculously, he didn't get cut.

The former Asset is that good.

"You didn't let me finish. She's not my girl yet. So, no, you don't have a chance."

But the question is, did you happen to walk in and witness the event or did word get around?

Love and thanks! ❤️

[6gumi]

soft, lovey sex w sensitive!yuuji?🤭 no matter how many times you go at it he always stutters and shakes like a virgin :(

nsfw below ! ! minors do not interact plz ! <3 (aged up!yuuji)

nonnie . . u r a genius ! honestly, he’s so so cute ! ! he’s such a cutie whenever it comes 2 sex, especially if it’s his first time :(( i mean, nobody ever told him how good it would feel to have you pulsing and sucking him in so smoothly, how good it would feel to keep a good rhythmic pace with you <3 he’s such a sweetheart, even in bed! he’s softspoken and sweet with you, willing 2 take things slow even tho his cock is painfully pressing against his pants, begging for release. yuuji was still so so oblivious 2 things like these, even tho he’s watched porn n everythin’ . . sometimes he had NO idea what he was doing ! (he probably almost accidentally inserted himself in the wrong hole but we don’t talk abt that part)

he’s such a sweetheart, always asking you if what he’s doing is fine n if he should keep going (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) i know that he’s HUGEEE on consent n i find that extremely attractive about him ! soft lovey sex w yuuji is full of surprises, the first time you both had intercourse, he was a whimpering and shaking mess n it wasn’t even your fault in the first place ! (in his point of view it was, and i quote . . . “you’re tightening around me s’much..”)

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yuuji’s thrusts slowed down, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rested his weight on top of your body, his hands shaking against your own . . keeping your wrists pinned against the soft surface of the mattress. his thrusts were gentle, it was like you could feel the love in them, you could feel his desire and arousal for you from his thrusts alone . . full with nothing but pure love. your bodies were still connected intimately, sweaty skin sticking together ever so smoothly as his hands trail down against your thighs, holding them down firmly. ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) he pulled out slowly, allowing some much needed relief to wash over his own body before pushing back in again, this time more gently than ever . . was that possible? you didn’t even know.

“if you keep squeezin’ around me like that i’ll . . mmh . .” yuuji whimpered against your ear as he tried his best to get ahold of himself, every push of his hips against yours were slow and shallow thrusts, giving you and himself both time to adjust to the sensation. “you’ll what, yuu? you’ll what ? . . ♡” the sorcerer’s cockhead rubbed against your sweet spot, eliciting soft moans from your pretty lips. “i-i’m gonna cum inside if you keep squeezin’ around me, that’s what . . i’m tryna’ keep things romantic and soft here, babe.” he stuttered in your ear, yuuji’s hands caressed your breasts and stomach, leaving trails of coolness wherever they brushed against your sensitive flesh whilst rubbing his cock against your sweet spot with a soft whimper. “you’re cute when you whimper like that, baby.” “h-haah . . fuck . . “ his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets from the feeling of your cunt sucking him in like it’s nothing. “s-shush . . m’ not whimpering.”

he’s . . such a sweetheart . . so dreamy heart eyes . . ᐡ ⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ !

[heeliopheelia]

heeseung (u can do hyung line if u want to) with a corruption kink

LOVE UR WRITING LIKE FR FR 🫶

thank you so much baby <33 sorry for the slight delayyy NSFW CONTENT BELOW ! ! !

damnnn, you in for a ride with that man (if ur a virgin rip u </3)

loves a good ol tying up here and there, gets off on the idea of how vulnerable you are for him like this, all at his mercy

is so into overstimulation, would do almost about anything to see you beg and fall apart below him 

degrades the shit out of you

to make you cry and tremble is literally his goal so… thoughts and prayers bae

he fucks you hard but wants to see you on the verge of passing out even harder

it doesn’t take him all that long to turn you into his cute lil fucktoy

With a strangled whine, you writhe underneath Heeseung’s larger body as his dripping cock slams into you incessantly. With your wrists tied up to the bed, there’s not much you can do but mewl desperately, hot tears dropping down your burning cheeks. 

He’s stripped you off of any boldness from earlier, leaving you just his beloved, submissive angel, sprawled out on your completely ruined sheets. 

“Such a little whore for me,” Heeseung pants heavily, grinning as he looks down at how messy you look. No thoughts behind those eyes he loves so much. “That’s what you’re made for, no? To be my pretty cocksleeve.”

His heart swells with pride at the sight of you below him, fucked stupid and mindless, and all because of him. 

“Take it, take it, take it,” he seethes out like a mantra, teeth clenching and hips growing on their strength with every snap against your skin. 

“Kiss me, please. Please,” you whisper breathlessly, lashes heavy with tears blinking up at your boyfriend. Your body jolts with his rough thrusts, knocking all the air that’s been left in your lungs out.

“Hm? What was that, baby?” He asks, leaning forward and making you sob out a whine as you feel as if he’s digging his dick right into your guts. “You want me to kiss you? Yeah, maybe later.”

[teddybeartoji]

vampire!choso struggles with holding back on his urges, he wants to taste you so so bad. nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck while quietly begging for you to let him do it.. he's very handsy too, his fingers have already found their way under your shirt and are now grabbing at your sides and your tummy and your chest he just wants to feel you in every way he can.

he really likes to suck the blood from your wrist aswell. gets down on his knees while you're sitting at the end of the bed and looks up at you with the prettiest eyes while pressing a kiss to your skin before sinking his teeth into you. he lets his eyes fall shut when he finally feels your sweet ichor fill his mouth, humming into you as he drinks away. he also really likes when you play with his hair while he's doing it, he wants to know that you're enjoying this as much as he is. he just wants to be good for you.

[mcondance]

listen…hear me out…i’m imagining stu falling for a real sweet girl but this girl is like yuck i know your reputation playboy and since he’s obsessed with the chase he’s really gunning for it maybe even calling her as ghostface, getting her scared just so stu can swoop in and be like awh poor baby here i’ll keep you safe <3 big mean ghostface can’t get ya when im around

we should form a collaboration. (this got so long anon. i blame you. 18+) this idea has my brain turning like it gets him going so bad to scare you and then be able to come back and be your savior. it appeases the side of him that likes the chase, and the side of him that likes being in control. i think they’re both linked to his need for dominance and his sadistic nature so this is a win win for him.

you know him through sidney’s boyfriend billy, but you’ve never said more than a couple of words to each other outside of the friend group. aware of his reputation, your answer to his question is easy.

you tell him no, that you wouldn’t touch him with a 3-and-a-half foot pole. (he responds in typical stu fashion. he slaps a hand over his chest, expressing how hurt he is by your rejection, a knowing smile etching across his face.)

and so begins the chase. you turn him down over and over again, inviting sidney to the dates he asks you on, saying that the movie he wants to see with you just isn’t your taste— even if he knows he heard you talking to sid about how you wanted to see it just the week before, stupid little excuses to avoid everything he asks you.

he doesn’t mind. your rejections of his advances let him feel the way he does when he’s shrouded in that fearful black cloak, coming up with more and more ways to get you.

he keeps his distance— ghostface, that is. stu doesn’t want to scare you yet. with occasional phone calls that he directs to more people than just you, he lets you off easy, makes it seem like it’s just random.

but he’s getting a little anxious, and he’s always been impatient. he wants you.

billy and sidney are out of town for the weekend. and you’re terrified, more and more people close to you have been turning up dead. you resort to asking stu to stay with you for the weekend.

if he gets you to fuck him while he’s “protecting” you from ghostface? god he’d feel so good. he never forgets his alter ego, the slasher that terrifies your sleepy little town, but playing as your loving, caring little “friend” is fun too. he thinks you’re kinda stupid, to let him stay over at your house under the guise of keeping you safe.

you’d changed into your house clothes when you both got to your house, telling him not to touch anything while you were gone. when you came out he was in a t shirt and shorts, and he looked awfully good.

you’d let him have some of your snacks, throwing a bag of hot chips at him and perching on the other end of the living room sofa. you’d turned on some long ass video essay, and he actually found it sort of interesting, quizzing you on what certain stuff meant before you got tired and wanted to sleep.

he thinks, maybe you do have a thing for him. why else would you let a freak like him stay over? whatever the case may be, he’s here. in your pretty pink and white bedroom, he almost scoffs at the softness of it all.

“‘s cute.”

“yeah. i put blankets and shit on the couch. you sleep there.”

his lanky body barely fits on the small chair, but he knows he won’t be there too long, so he doesn’t complain.

the blanket you gave him smells like you, and he basks in it. your room is silent, for a while. in the darkness, your mind gets to you and you’re so scared even with stu right there.

“stu,” you whisper.

“yeah?”

“can you come sleep over here? i’m scared.”

there it is.

“yeah, ‘f course.” he feigns genuine sympathy, though you’re smarter than that and no matter how hard he tries, there’s always a sliver of depravity peeking through his words.

you scoot from the middle of your bed to the one side, lifting the covers up to let stu take the other side. too terrified to even get smart with him, you welcome him into your bed.

what a terrible mistake you’ve made.

in the light streaming through your windows, he looks gorgeous, blue eyes gazing softly at your worried expression.

“hey,” he starts, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. you don’t shrink away. you’re frozen. “i got you. promise i’ll keep you safe.”

he’s full of shit. but it works.

“can you just. . just hold me. don’t make it weird.” you scoot closer to him.

“i won’t. come ‘ere.”

shifting, you move until your back is pressed to his front. he wraps his arms around you, cradling you and your fragile psyche in the palm of his hand.

“d’you think he’ll try and come for me?” you ask him.

“i dunno. but i promise i’ll do everything i can t’keep you safe.”

god, he impresses himself sometimes.

“thank you.” you whisper, the words stuck in your throat.

“no problem.” you can feel him looking at you, can see him out of the corner of your eye.

with his arms wrapped around you, all the feelings you’ve gained for him over the past weeks come to a head. he’s warm behind you, and he’s holding you just tight enough.

you twist around to where you can see him, and if you were standing your knees would have buckled from his gaze.

“if i let you kiss me, would you promise not to make it weird?”

“promise.”

“okay,” you breathe. and you kiss him.

what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made.

it all goes so fast from there. one kiss turns into many and you’re turning around so you can face him all the way.

he’s got you on your back and his hand down your shorts before you know it. his lithe fingers toy with you, his mouth swallows every single one of your sounds, his body provides you comfort, a distraction from the murderer desecrating your safe town.

you come for him. you make a mess on his fingers, the ones he knows are soaked with blood. he could almost shout from how elated he is to have you wrapped around his fingers.

over you he moves, pulled by his collar on top of you and to your lips again. he wants to be smug about it, to note the lack of 3-and-a-half feet between you two, but he doesn’t.

instead, he kisses you like a normal boy would kiss a girl he liked. instead, he professes his protection when you make him promise again.

instead, he kisses you through the stretch of him entering you. “‘s okay, you got it. doin’ so good.” he could blow his load now, at the sight of you in pain and pleasure, at the sound of your hisses and deep breathes.

he slides home. inches deep inside you and even farther in your mind, he fucks both. he’s done this before, fucked a girl in a show of devotion that she’ll fawn over, a false bridge of vulnerability that he inwardly laughs at. it brings him satisfaction he can only get one other way.

you feel safe. safe as he pushes his hips against yours, his cock kissing and sliding against every electric spot inside you. his hand is warm on your cheek, cupping your face and the other is firm on your hip. you whine with each rock into you, body tingling, ears prickling as he groans in your ear. sounds he’s only ever heard on the other end of the phone.

with slow, calculated moves he makes you come again, and god it feels good. in the back of your mind you’re embarrassed, cause all it took was being afraid for your life and stu got you where you know he wanted you.

but stu’s been in this situation enough times to know what comes next, and how to prevent it. it’s easy, kissing you before you have the chance to keep thinking and fucking you to another orgasm.

it happens again the next night. battered and paranoid, you’re being played into his arms and you don’t even know it. you’re embarrassed about it, but in your clouded mind it feels genuine. it feels like stu really cares. at first it didn’t, but now that he’s still coming around even after he got you in bed, maybe he does care.

sidney comes home and stu goes back to his and billy's place. you think you can calm down with sidney back and stu and billy coming over occasionally. you let stu stay the night in your room sometimes, and he gets what he wants from you again.

your neighbor's killed. what the fuck, when will this end? this time, stu comes over, and he stays. you can't sleep a night without him. you think you're being targeted. the only time you feel peace is when stu's fucking your mind away. you’re reliant on him. in his absence all you feel is fear.

the phone calls continue, and stu’s there to answer them, telling whoever’s on the other end to go fuck themself. again, he plays you into his arms. “don’t think about him. think about me.” he tells you, guiding your face from the phone beside your bed to his, and he lets you close the gap. he likes letting you make the first move. it fills him with pride at his psychotic deception, the way he’s turned you into exactly what you said you’d never be.

he thinks about sneaking out to don the cloak, showing up at your doorstep just to see the horror in your eyes. he resigns to dialing your number when you’re out, calling you and listening to your voice as you realize who’s on the other line. he follows you out sometimes and watches your paranoid moves, blood coursing hot through his body every time you look over your shoulder.

at your house, he comforts you when you crumple into his arms, suggests that maybe, you shouldn’t go anywhere without him. you accept.

god, what have you become. if you’re not full of stu then you’re full of terror, and he takes pleasure being the bearer of both of these things. you belong to him, your thoughts, your body, your feelings, it all belongs to him.

he loves to hear you go over his and billy’s crimes over and over again, lives for the disgust and fear in your voice when you recount the murders. he could probably get off to it, to your sad little words. and at night, he revels in being the only one that can make you feel okay.

you’ve become the perfect victim, and he didn’t even have to flash his knife. maybe he’ll keep you around.

[323cutie]

aight so boom … im thinking abt stealing a black tank top from any ateez member and wearing it without a bra. and because their asses are fit, the tank top is tight. … and for me personally? i’m big chested with nipple piercings, so you can imagine where im going with this.

yeo, woo, and hwa dont know where to look in fear of cumming untouched if they looked too long. (woo tries to be brave about it, but his resolve crumbles in 30 seconds)

jongho’s blood goes to his dick so fast, now he’s nauseous and nervously giggling. also, i can’t remember if we’ve seen baby bear in a black tank top yet? but if theres anything i know after seeing his arms, i know he would look absolutely delicious.

san is trying his best to be nonchalant and say you look cute in his clothes!! he is shaking from the effort it takes for NOT pounce on you.

mingi is trying to be normal and cool about it too, but you can SEE his hands itching to hold and grab at you. his voice is suddenly deeper than normal and he’s salivating

in all honesty … i think yunho makes an effort to not-so-subtly look down at your cleavage, you actually have to tell him “hey, eyes up here”. not that yunho isnt already cuddly and affectionate, but if you’re wearing his top? he’s finding many more unnecessary reasons to touch you, especially when you’re doing mundane chores together. idk if this makes sense.

joong? he’s stuttering. he can’t focus. are you trying to kill him? he’s a bit better than the rest at pretending like this isn’t affecting him, but you saw the moment his eyes darkened and his jaw slacked. he gives it to you absolutely freak nasty after that.

-braindump nonnie 🍓

nonnie i Need u to know when u first sent this I was staring at my phone in absolute shock at work... u r just so right. jongho being so turned on hes nauseous has me ctfu

wooyoung is trying way too hard to be normal its just so obvious like hes doing too much. chatting ur ear off about any and everything. probably after abt 5 mins of him just yapping away he looks you dead in the eye and is like "Please let me touch you."

san absolutely is bright red and cannot talk for fear of his voice cracking like a teenager. speaking in hand motions and one word answers for the foreseeable future

mingi sinks down to his knees in front of u and Begs you to let him touch you (yes hes drooling.)

yunho lowk doesnt even try to hide it hes shameless as hell. will act clueless tho because hes a freak. he's backhugging you at the kitchen counter as you're cooking and his hands are wandering and youre like hey whats happening and hes like what do u mean im just hugging my precious lovely partner (he is feeling you up)

hongjoong probably sees you and sighsss. he's too used to your antics now. ...he loves the trouble you get into, tho. invites you onto his lap and gives in easily. absolutely pouting at u for being so hot tho

[l3viat8an]

Do you ever think about demons being a little confused about what gifts humans do and don’t like during ‘courting / courtship’ say MC LOVES getting jewelry (fairly standard counting gift across worlds) but when one of the demons gifts them a beautiful set of REAL still a little bloody eyeballs they scream and that’s just so confusing for the poor demons. 

YESYESYES!!!

CW: Gore mentioned (cuz like bloody eyeballs)

Especially Asmo and Mammon- but I’m gonna focus on Asmo for this <3

He always wants you to have the best of the best!!! He’s always gifting you the best jewelry, lovely new outfits, anything he thinks you’ll like he gives you in the hopes that you’ll understand just how much he cares for you. How often he’s thinking about you and what you like.

So when he overheard you telling another demon in class that his eyes are ‘such a beautiful color!’ well…..it’s only natural that he gets them for you!!!

Surely you’ll love them!!! Asmo takes extra care to clean the blood off the eyeballs, before he puts them in a adorable little pink gift box and leaves it on your bed, right where he always leaves your little gifts <3

You’ll love it!!! He can’t wait to hear you gushing about your new gift later!!! What he doesn’t expect is to hear you screaming, calling for whichever demon is closest to get them out of your room- why????

He put so much care into getting them for you!! he runs to your room and sees Beel taking the box away from you, telling you not to worry about it, he’ll take it away and Asmo wants to cry- what did he do wrong??? they really were beautiful eyes- you should love them!!!

Beautiful jewelry and clothes are fine but an even more thoughtful and important gift, he had to rip out himself isn’t??? It doesn’t make sense!!!

Why do humans have to be so damned confusing???

[thisismeracing]

Literally you’re going to have to follow me with this one. You’re Lewis’s longtime girlfriend and you drive fast asf on the road. [insert video streaming service here] asks you and Lewis to do a hot lap. You guys do the hot lap and you are driving and having a blast and Lewis is both terrified and enjoying it

I'm ready to follow! 🫡🫡

omggg but this is something that I can totally picture especially bc Lewis said he doesn't like to drive outside f1 that much bc he always wants to go fast but then there's traffic. so let's imagine reader always manages to swivel around traffic and go impressively fast and lewis is baffled by that info the first time. then one day they're on a road trip and she's the one driving and he's like "are you sure we're allowed to go THAT fast?" and she's grinning getting back at him with "are you sure you think THIS is fast? aren't you an f1 driver?"

when they invite the both of them for a hot lap reader is ecstatic, and sure enough will enjoy the safety of the whole thing with the dangerous aspect of driving like a mad woman. fans will def pick at each one of lewis' expressions in the video, especially when he reaches to grab her in shock.

"BABE, BABE, THE CURVE, YOU HAVE TO SLOW DOWN" he's practically screaming and reader laughs, I tell you she LAUGHS and drifts (even mumbles that fast and furious tokyo drift song) and of course, fans are even more in love with her - same with lewis, even though he swears he wasn't that scared. they ended up having lots of fun with it and the fact that they got to watch everything after.

send me thots!

[satoruxx]

Omg the new coworker. I just KNOW toji would come home one day, excited for dinner and smell him on you, and you won’t talk about what happened that day cause your in a bad mood cause the guy pissed you off or maybe he kept doing those “technically innocent but also completely unwelcome touches”

ugh the crazy part about this is that toji would KNOW. i feel like he'd not only be able to smell that guy on you, but also smell the discomfort radiating off your body. and after that well... let's just hope toji never gets his claws on that guy...

so yeah when he gets home and smells the guy, he's already pissed tf off. because who is this clown who dares get near you?? doesn't he know that toji exists??? that you already have a man ready to lay down the world at your feet?????

fucking fool.

but if you're upset??? oh don't start he'll actually go feral. you won't even need to say anything and he's sitting down at your feet with narrowed eyes, asking you what the fuck happened.

don't even try brushing him off he's literally the most stubborn asshole you'll ever meet. when you finally spill it, telling him how all you were doing was training the guy but he kept finding excuses to touch you and how uncomfy it made you, toji's claws have tore a hole in your carpet.

he'll try and remain calm but he's really fucking bad at it. you tell him it's fine and to forget about it and he's like "no give me his name, i'll take care of it."

if you're able to convince toji NOT to kill the guy, he will tell you to either call that guy out or report him. if you don't do either of those, toji will in fact take care of it.

so when your coworker is following you out one night after your shift, trying to talk to you as you do your best to brush him off, both of you end up stopping in your tracks when you see the wolf hybrid waiting by the door. you're so speechless when his jade green eyes find yours, mouth agape as he takes two long strides to meet you.

"ready to go?" he asks casually, swinging an arm around your shoulders. you blink at him in confusion, but he looks completely calm, as though this is normal.

"oh..." your coworker sounds a little disappointed, eyeing toji with suspicion. he takes a step back from you, the hand that was reaching for your arm suddenly retracting. "is this your boyfriend?"

"what's it to you?" the wolf sneers in repsonse. the bulky arm around your shoulder tightens, pulling you closer to his body, and all you can do is blink again. your coworker shrinks a little, eyes going wide because toji looks mean. it almost reminds you of the agression he once showed you in that alleyway all those months ago—but it's worse. his teeth are bared, ears pointed and eyes practically glowing with rage. he looks bigger than ever, like he can snap your coworker in half with just his pinky finger (which you're sure, he can). his voice is just barely a rumble. "who the hell are you anyway?"

"oh um—"

"forget it. i don't give a fuck." toji's voice is clipped. you almost shiver at the tone, but then his icy glare goes a little softer as he looks down at you. he isn't smiling, but something in his gaze tells you that he's pretty fucking satisfied. "let's go home."

you bite back a smile as he leads you away, arm still secure around your shoulder.

and toji, well... he just continues staring straight ahead, ribcage thumping because you're literally looking at him with stars in your eyes.