#mmmmmmm i wanna see if i can write it

[wanderingblindly]

just thinking about past!oscar seeing how seemingly normal future!oscar is about fucking lando and being flabbergasted. How can you be so normal about this! This is Lando Norris! and you're so casual and normal and how do you do this because I can barely look him in the eye. Anyways oscar being jealous of himself because he gets to fuck lando regularly and oscar has to go back to silently pining and liking Instagram posts

idk if this made any sense but I don't think I'll ever move on from future past

(future past)

oh my god I'm literally sooooooooooooo excited to figure out what baby oscar's dynamic is gonna be with older landoscar, you don't even know. Because part of me is like "oh well if he thinks this is all a dream, maybe he'd be more like the Prema oscar we saw in the challenge videos" but then it's, like you said, important to consider the debilitating crush he has....... the possibilities.....

you KNOW that lando is going to torment the fuck out of both of these oscar's. He's going to revel in how easy it is to break past oscar compared to current oscar, and he's going to teasingly ask oscar "so this is why you turned out like that huh?". I can feel it in my bones (they say, the one who can choose what Lando does)

I've also written a teensy bit of the intro (as a DRAFT) if anyone is interested :)) it's not the same universe at all, just the same idea applied to a new version of landoscar

Prospective Aspect

To be more accurate, Lando realizes with a shaking breath, two Oscars wake up and search for him – rubbing their eyes the exact same way, jaws stretching into twin yawns.

Except the other Oscar, he's –

Lando gapes at them, seconds away from slapping himself. "Oscar, tell me you've got like, a secret little brother."

"No?" They say at the same time – voices different in pitch, both lazy with sleep.

That wakes them up, bolting upright at the same time and whipping to face each other with a glimmer of panic that fades behind a carefully schooled neutrality.

"That's…" Lando whispers, almost inaudible over the sound of his heart racing in his chest, his pulse swimming in his ears. "You?"

"Yeah, um." Oscar – his Oscar – clears his throat, shaking his head like he's still trying to wake up. "Y'wouldn't happen to be like… you're at Prema, right?"

Oscar – the other Oscar, smaller, softer – blinks at him before answering. "Are you…?"

"You, yeah."

"Me."

"You but, like, older."

"You're…?"

"Thirty-two, and you're –"

His voice cracks, "Nineteen."

Lando's eyes flicker between them, looking but not really seeing. He's too frenzied, thoughts racing at a million miles per minute. Had someone slipped him something before he fell asleep? Was this just a bizarre dream?

Why the fuck was Oscar so casual about this?

The boy looks over at him, his Oscar following suit, when it hits him; younger Oscar's eyes widen just a hair, his Oscar's brow twitches.

"And you're –" His tone is reverent, almost breathless.

A slow smile spreads across Lando's lips. They're panicked, the both of them. "Lando Norris, yeah." He watches the boy's Adam's apple bob as he swallows.

[ediewentmissing]

Look at this sexy fucking man! Please! For the love of all of the underwear this pic and your stories have helped ruin, I need a fic for this pic! The more dirty talk the better! Just mmmmmmm going to town on him and riding him and guiding his mouth to suck and bite and lick my tits like ahhhhhhhh. Please!!

IM SO SORRY THAT I MISSED THIS i took a break but now i’m back AND HOLY SHITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAA 😍😍😍 i’ve been rlly busy lately and i’m probably not gonna write very often (sorry 😿) but i wanted to give u something, so i wrote this in approx 6 minutes lmao sub!eddie incoming

“Ah- Shit- Please,” The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as Eddie sucks in through his teeth. His jaw clenches and eyes roll back into his skull as you slowly lower yourself down on his stiff cock.

You’re not quite sure what he’s begging for. More? Less? Who cares.

“Yeah, be a good boy and fucking take it,” You ride back up his length, and back down. And again. And again. He whimpers pathetically, his top row of teeth clamping down on his bottom lip in a foolish attempt to shut himself up.

“Awh,” you coo, “Barely started yet and you’re already a mess. Filthy boy.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, trying his hardest not to burst so quickly. But you’re just so wet, and so tight, and you’re clenching around his cock so deliciously.

“Mmm, fu-uck-” His mouth is open, head tipped back giving you the perfect view of his neck.

“Yeah? You like me using you like this?” He nods, humming.

You still on his cock, and his head jolts upright to look at you with confused, pleading eyes.

“Answer me, Eddie.”

“I- I love it…” you begin to bounce on him at a steady pace, and he moans loudly, “Fuck! God- Fuckin’ Christ. Mmmm- I love you using me. So, so much- Ah, ah-”

“God, look at you, baby…” you smirk down at him. His pupils are fully blown, swallowing the caramel-coloured irises whole. Hot tears run down his rose cheeks, picking up sweat on their way down his face.

You bounce ever so slightly faster, and go in to kiss his neck, sucking and biting that sweet spot that makes him writhe.

“Wait, no, please look at me. Please. I wanna see you.”

You pull off of his throat and look directly into his lustful eyes. Sweaty, hair sticking to his face.

He moves his palms to your abdomen, running his fingers up your torso as he breathes heavily, chest rising and falling, until he reaches your tits.

“So pretty-y~,” he groans.

“Mm, go ahead. Touch ‘em, baby,” you nod, and he carefully trails his thumbs over your nipples, gently squeezing them.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, involuntarily rutting his hips up into you, moaning.

You lean forward, a non-verbal sign for him to take one in his mouth, and he immediately obliges.

He kisses over your tits, soft, wet clicking sounds being drowned out by his whimpers vibrating against your chest and the skin-slapping-skin noises as you continue to ride him. He drags his tongue over everything, sucking and gasping as his high is in sight.

He bucks his hips up again, this time hitting the special spot inside of you. You clench hard around him, angling yourself to that he can slide deeper inside your aching pussy.

He detaches his lips from your chest, “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck! Haah… I’m-m gonna cum-” he moans, looking at you.

Your climax comes hurtling towards you unexpectedly, and it your pussy grips onto Eddie’s throbbing cock, only fuelling the fire of his orgasm.

He finally releases, warm, thick cum pumping into you at he same time you fall over the edge.

Breathy ‘I love you’s fall from his wet, pink lips. And it was nothing short of the truth. He loved you.

[danieyells]

If you don't like how someone writes/plays/presents a character you can block them and move the fuck on? Is being rude in public gonna benefit anybody?? Everyone is just here to have a good time.

Not everyone's idea of a good time is immacuate characterization.

If you're not having a good time consuming or playing you can curate your experience. If you wanna see someone do something better you can do it yourself or offer constructive criticism(OFFER IT, ASK FIRST, NOT EVERYONE CARES.)

The most important thing about writing, roleplaying, creating, is having fun. Me, I love being as in character as I can. I like playing with other people who're in character! But I also love playing with people who stretch the character to something a little different that suits what they want more! If I don't like someone's presentation I am not obligated to play with them. If you don't like someone's presentation you are not obligated to play with them or follow them or read threads with them.

People are gonna play dolls however they want! The most important part is having fun! You did not pay anyone for the experience! They are not obligated to entertain you!

Aaaaa now my mood is bad lmao AND I HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN THE FUCKING POST!!! I DON'T HAVE A DIRECTION TO POINT THE ANGER IN AND EVEN THEN I'D PROBABLY JUST SAY "HEY THAT'S FUCKING UNNECESSARY PEOPLE ARE HAVING FUN AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIKE IT YOU'RE BEING RUDE AS HELL" AND BLOCK THEM AND MOVE ON lololol i'm mmmmmmmmmm. MMMMMMM. I wish I was good at using this kind of energy in any other way!!! Because now i have to find a distraction!!!! Because i can't just direct my energy some other way!!!!

[wildroseofarran]

Valentine’s Anthology || Bretan, Caldias, & Captain Issott || February 14, 2023

Leslie: {Text to Tristan} We're having a picnic when the girls are asleep. Out by the water

Tristan: {Text to Leslie} Oh yeah? Are we having it on the boat or do you wanna find a nice secluded spot somewhere

Leslie: {Text} Leaning towards the bridge out by the creek

Tristan: {Text} Then that’s where we’ll go

{Text} I’ll get us some wine

Leslie: {Text} Thanks baby

Tristan: {Text} I’ll be home soon. Anything else you want me to get?

Leslie: {Text} Mmmmmmm

{Text} Nothing I can think of

Tristan: {Text} I’d offer to take care of the food but we both know it’s better I stick with the wine

{Text} I’ll ask Meg to look after the girls for us

Leslie: {Text} If you want them to stay the night there.

{Text} Was just gonna do what my parents did, wait until I was asleep - or they thought I was

Tristan: {Text} She can just come over to our place and stay

{Text} All night is too long for them to be alone and I don’t intend to have you back before dawn

Leslie: {Text} Is that so?

Tristan: {Text} You can bet your bottom dollar, sweet thing

Leslie: {Text} Bet. See you when you get home

❤️❤️❤️

Guildias: {Text from Guildias} I will have you absent clothes before my arrival.

Callum: {Text from Callum} All clothes?

{Text from Callum} Even the lacy things I have on?

Guildias: {Text} Show me

Callum: {Text} That would ruin the surprise!

Guildias: {Text} Then leave those and surprise me

Callum: {Text} Actually, do you have a color preference?

Guildias: {Text} You look exquisite in black.

Callum: {Text} Then it’s your lucky day, husband mine

{Text} Any other requests?

Guildias: {Text} Do you harbor quiet desires?

Callum: {Text} Only the desire to make a memorable Valentine’s Day for my husband

Guildias: {Text} That's vague

Callum: {Text} But it’s true

{Text} Which is why I’ll be waiting for you in your garden

Guildias: {Text} Less vague

{Text} Shall I wear something specific?

Callum: {Text} Wear…..

{Text} Your favorite outfit

Guildias: Guildias stared at his phone a moment, curious if he should be concerned about his husband or not. Did he have a favorite he wasn't aware of? Did Callum actually want something?

Callum: {Text} Did I break you?

{Text} You went silent

Guildias: {Text} What is my favorite?

Callum: {Text} You would know that better than I would

Guildias: {Text} I don't.

Callum: {Text} Then just wear whatever you’re comfortable in

{Text} It won’t be on for very long anyway

❤️❤️❤️

Bo: Bo looked at his phone for what felt like the fifteenth time in ten minutes. It has been less, of course, but this was how it felt when Brett was absent like this. This hadn't been a regular everyday patrol that sent the ghoul outside of Edenton.

The wand in his hand was twirled and twirled again. Quintessence like static in his hands, ready to go off from some forgotten spell.

Brett: Whether it was a coincidence or the result of some latent psychic ability that had finally manifested itself, Bo wouldn’t have to wait long to hear from his ghoul.

{Text from Brett} Have you decided what you want for Valentine’s dinner?

Bo: {Text} That's what you have to say to me?

Brett: {Text} Just trying to distract you

{Text} You had an angel of death look on your face when I left the house

Bo: {Text} Are you safe?

Brett: {Text} I’m being safe, I promise

{Text} I’ll be back before you know it

Bo: {Text} Doubtful.

He didn't want to end it this way. Forced himself to write another text.

{Text} Just come home.

Brett: {Text} I will just as soon as I wrap things up here

{Text} You never answered my question

Bo: {Text} Apple cinnamon quinoa pancakes

Brett: {Text} Your wish is my command

{Text} Want anything on the side?

Bo: {Text} No

Bo: Minutes later.

{Text} Is there something you want?

Brett: {Text} Yep. I was planning to pick it up on the way home

Bo: {Text} This is a surprise?

Brett: {Text} Kind of? I had a little treat made for us

Bo: {Text} And I will see when you're home

[oh-katsuki]

💫🌻💋 (i want to ask u everything bc all the questions are so GOOD lmao)

HIIII thank you for playing <3333333 im glad to see you back in my inbox <33

💫 - mmmmmmm a fic i'd want to breathe more life into/get people talking about??? gooosssh probably 'leave the light on' just because i think that reader and gojo in that story have such a rich and complicated dynamic. i would love to talk more about it in general. ALSO.. at the risk of sounding GREEDY.. NOVELTY.. i want to talk about novelty all the time. i want to be asked questions about reader and tendou and their little life, about their days before they met each other or before they started dating, about the lore of the world that they live in. idk i just wanna talk about that fic always forever, it's really special to me and i have a lot of thoughts about it always.

🌻 - there's very little that makes me want to give up on writing. writing is something for me that's super duper tied to who i am. i've been doing it since i could physically put words on paper (i have journals and journals of cringe poems and short stories i wrote from like the 3rd or 4th grade). there are times when i doubt my ability or i feel like i'll never be as good as i want to be, but it's always fleeting. i always come back to writing in the end because it's something i love so SO deeply. even when i am not actively writing anything, i'm writing stories in my head and i think that's usually what brings me back. like it's like i have to do it or ill die kinda like how sharks need to always be moving does that make sense?

💋 - mmmm if i'm being honest, i would love to hear a writer's response to my comment, especially if i'm talking about a certain plot point or something that can be discussed, but i don't really need to. for me commenting is more about letting the author know just how much i appreciated reading their story or just how much i loved a particular part that im commenting about, so there's no need for them to respond. of course, it's always lovely when they do!

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Can we get a drabble of Trevor trying to get extra credit from professor Olivine. Dirty extra credit if you know what I mean? Please and thank you!

((Hello anon dear, hope your well. I think I can write something up for you. Just one moment.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"Come on teach, isn't their anything I can do to change my grade?" Professor Olivine was looking at a test paper Trevor was writing but he looks to him with a sigh.

"I did warn you before Mr. Belmont. You have to study for your test and not try guessing on so many. You know that and I'm afraid I really can't do anything else." He lowers the paper but Trevor looks to him with arms crossed. He didn't need to mess this up. He did have to prove he was a good in what he did even from that.

"Come on professor please. Isn't their anything I can do?" he asked.

"I'm afraid not Mr. Belmont but think of it like this. Next year won't be as troubling for you.." he said pushing his glasses up. However, he looks to wondering what he can do. That's when he got a idea to look at him. Olivine was looking at more paper work but saw Trevor's hand.

"Hmm? Is something wrong-"

"Well, if I can't retake it..how about I can work for some..extra credit? Maybe that will help my grade and score?" he said to make Olivine think but looks.

"Well, that is one way to improve your grade true. But I don't have any extra credit to give-" that's when he sees Trevor leaning in but he was almost close to his face making the professor.

"M..Mister Trevor? Is something wro-" That's when he felt him kiss his lips to shock the professor. He feels his warm lips but quickly breaks it to have a hand near his lips. "What are you-"

"I need this extra credit professor but..maybe I can work for it.." he said looking to him but then he moves to kiss him again while hearing the whimpers from him.

~~~~~~~

Olivine had to lock the door in case but he was shaking feeling Trevor sucking him off under the desk. His mouth felt hot and yet he still that his hand was squeezing his thighs. "Mmmmmmm!!" he tries to move but Trevor wouldn't let him while he was panting flushed.

"M..Mr. Belmont you shouldn't be doing such a thing here. This is not h..haaa how you earn extra credit.." He whispered but gasped feeling him sucking his length even more. He looks to him but pulls his head up panting.

"Well, it's earning me something.....besides, I don't mind this.....You were always pretty cute anyway.." He chuckled but lowers his head down to hear a yelp from him. Olivine was trying to stop him but he shook feeling him getting him wet that he moans out leaning his head back. It felt good but he still should stop him. However, he grips some of his hair trying to speak but cries out accidentally cumming a bit in his mouth. Trevor kept his head down to let him but he pulls back when he was done.

"Heh, feels good?" he teased but Olivine panted flushed. He sees Trevor get up from under the desk to look at a flushed professor to pick him up and set him on the desk.

"N..N..Now w...wait a second, you s..shouldn't..n..not h..here.." He whispered and yet, he still was holding him to give another kiss. His lips felt warm but Belmont didn't mind.

"But it's just a bit of fun..you wouldn't mind..besides, I wanna be sure you feel good and enjoy..." He teased kissing his neck hearing a hiss from him. However, he feels him stroking himself again already slick that he gets the tip near his entrance and pushes in. Olivine moans out with Trevor's groan as he was inside of him to kiss his lips. The moment was for a few seconds till he begins thrusting his hips slowly hearing his professor's whimpers.

The kiss still was shared till he breaks it. He could hear Olivine's moans but he felt him wrapping his legs around his waist as Trevor thrusts into him.

"Ahh d..don't t..thrust s..so mmmm deep..." He moans but Trevor chuckled thrusting.

"I can't help it. Feels good but I still wanna be sure you enjoy it..so just relax..." He whispered before he worked on making his professor happy but he was working to get that extra credit. The room was silent from others due to being after school so this works for the two. The sounds of moans and grunts coming from that locked classroom.

No one would ever know.

[moraygrotto]

Heya! Would you be up for writing a fic about Idia chugging too much soda when playing his games which makes him super burpy until his stomach feels a little too heavy and gassy for him to play?

yushhh; filling this with idiа x reader !

~

"MmmmMMM! Fuck yeah!" Idia dropped his controller into his lap, then flopped down onto the sofa, kicking his legs up into the air.

As you walked into the room, you were greeted by his upside-down face, which blushed at once upon catching sight of you. On his gaming TV, his character stood idly next to an opened treasure chest.

"Oh!" Idia cheeped, looking sheepishly up at you. "Heya. Your work done?"

You nodded. "Yeah. How's your game going?"

"GREAT!" he burst out, picking up the controller and sitting up cross-legged. "I just beat this dungeon, the same one I mentioned earlier how people online are FUMING over the difficulty. Heheh, sniveling fuckin' noobs..." He caught himself mid-snicker, then looked up at you. "I can switch to co-op mode once I get back to home base, if you wanna—"

"No, no," you replied. "That's alright; you seem like you're in a good groove. Besides, I don't know if I'd have the energy—" On the table next to the couch, you spotted a six-pack of cola with two cans missing. "May I?" you said, gesturing to it.

"Oh, yeah," said Idia, "go right ahead." He licked his lips. "Actually, can you sauce me one too? This victory deserves a toast!"

Detaching two of the cans, you caught yourself before telling him you'd be pleased to share it with him. Even the smallest flirting could send Idia spiraling into a deeply flustered mood, and you didn't want to punctuate his current glee with anything else.

Sinking down next to him, you passed him one of the two cans of cola, which he cracked open and drank from at once. After a moment, you realized he was going for the whole can, pale throat bobbing with gulp after gulp. Finally, he shook a few last drops out onto his tongue, before setting the empty can down next to the sofa.

There were two others next to it, alongside a half-full bag of hot chips. You weren't sure why you had noticed neither these, nor how Idia's belly was pudged slightly out beneath his skinny long-sleeved T-shirt.

"Alright," he cheered, "let's goooo!" He turned to glance at you. "You good just watching?"

"Uh-huh," you said. "Mind if I get a little closer, or will that impede your gaming?"

"Huh? No, I don't think so."

With this permission, you sidled up next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and snaking one arm around his side.

"Ohmigosh," he began muttering in his talking-to-himself voice. "Totally getting cuddled while gaming right now. Like, every gamer's dream. Okay, this is fine; it'll make me better, not worse."

Under your fingers, as Idia clicked a button to resume his game, you could feel his belly rumbling.

Seeming to slip quickly back into the headspace, Idia muttered to himself about the game he was playing, making note of various features and cursing at enemies.

"Alright, I doooon't think this puzzle is gonna be too hard; nope; it's definitely in the last room with the... yeah... Uh-huh— gURRP!"

His bony shoulder hitched slightly beneath your head as a loud belch popped out from between his open lips. You stiffened a bit, expecting him to be embarrassed.

"Oh, alright, guard the key," he continued to mutter, as if nothing had happened at all. "I'll just beat your ass into the ionosphere, no big deal; heheh, yeahhhuRP!" His stomach sloshed at this, and he quickly reached down into the bag of chips beneath him to stuff a few into his mouth.

Only now that you detached yourself from him and let your hand trail across his bony spine, did he seem to remember you were there. "Ohshitohfuck," he said between crunches. "I'm making a slob out of myself while you're watching me—"

"I don't mind!" you interjected at once. "I like seeing you this relaxed."

He gulped, blushing softly. "You're right, huh," he said. "I don't let myself chill out like this around very many people. Thanks for putting up with me, I guess."

"No problem whatsoever," you said, stroking up and down his back. Hearing the contents of his stomach churn loudly, you offered a firm pat.

Idia's eyes bulged outward as a strangled "Hngrk!" sounded from his throat, before a monstrous, guttural burp poured upward into his closed mouth. His cheeks ballooned up near the end, and he blew it out the corner of his pale blue lips. "Oof," he said, sharply averting his eyes, "uh—"

"Dude," you interrupted, before he could go on. "That was great. I didn't even know burps like that could come out of you."

Idia let out a tense sigh. "No way," he whispered, "Noway noway. I can't believe they like my burps. I've never gotten any compliments over voice chat before."

"Well, that one sounded incredible," you said, even though you knew he didn't like people responding to his self-talk. "Here," you said, reaching over to the depleted six-pack. "Got room for more?"

"Fuck yeah, I do!" he chimed. "You know I have a second stomach for gamer fuel."

Smiling, you passed him another can, and he opened it to take a sip before setting it down in his lap. As he continued his game, his words were interspersed with belches once more, but it seemed this time as if he were really talking to you when he explained his various maneuvers and strategies. Now and then, he paused to suck down more soda, occasionally following a loud gulp up with a satisfied burp.

"Hey," he said after shaking out the last dregs of the can, "could you pass me another?"

"Sure," you said, removing the final cola. "How does your tummy feel?"

"Rrph— Fine. I just wanna keep going."

Obediently, you passed it to him, and watched him mechanically set his empty drink down on the floor and replace it with the next one in his lap.

He drank with a focused ferocity, taking large swigs in brief pauses from his game. About halfway through it, he glanced at you, and blinked. "Hey," he said, "you haven't touched the can of soda you took."

It was then you realized that all of your attention had been on him, and you had forgot to even open it. "You're right," you said, and cracked open the tab. "Don't mind if I do," you quipped over the sound of fizz. "Get back to your game, now. You're in the middle of a quest; don't let me distract you."

As Idia resumed playing, you tried a sip of the cola. It was a foreign brand that he had ordered online, and the taste was just to the left of familiar on your tongue. It was strange to think that four and a half cans of it now bubbled inside of Idia.

"Rrgh—" he grunted a few minutes later. He had encountered a boss, but he wasn't spouting his usual babble throughout the fight.

"Hey," you interjected, "Idia, what's the matter?"

"Matter? No, I'm—" His character got hit on the head, and he frowned. "Nothing's the matter; I'm fine."

"Hey," you repeated, "if you're not comfortable, just pause the game."

"No, I'm fine; I can't— hic—"

The boss enemy dove forward, and Idia tried to sidestep its movement; all of a sudden, a brief gurgle coiled up from his stomach, and the loudest burp you had ever heard from Idia burst forth. Simply put, it was gorgeous. His belly muscles rippled; his bony chest lurched forward; his hands seized at the controller. It seemed entirely out of his control, too, like his body was nothing but a vessel for the soda bubbles now bursting cleanly free up his gullet. The sound of it almost dazed you.

Idia, on the other hand, looked sour. "FUUUCK!" he squealed, and only then did you notice the quiet game-over music coming from the TV.

He slammed his controller down and flung himself backward atop the sofa. "Stupidass overpowered garbage-tier game design boss fight—"

"Hey, hey—" you tried to say. "Idia, calm down—"

"You can't console me," he said, muffled as he slapped both palms over his face. "If any enemy is so powerful that you can't even burp while fighting them, then it's just logic that they shouldn't be in the game."

"Idia, my love," you said, "the game autosaved beforehand, remember? You can just restart the battle, with no interruptions this time."

Pouting fiercely, Idia reached down to the half-finished can of soda still in his lap, and chugged the remainder all at once. Crushing it in one skeletal hand, he wiped the back of his mouth with the other, and his scowling lips parted to let up a gurgling belch.

"There you go," you said, unsure how to diffuse his mood. "All fueled up, right?"

"Sure, whatever," he grumbled, and turned to the screen again.

"Here," you said, "before you start up again—" You slid a hand beneath one of his own. "Take a few deep breaths with me."

If it were anyone else, Idia would most likely roll his eyes and mutter a snide refusal, so your heart was warmed to actually see him close his eyes, and draw in a breath in time with you.

His shoulders rose, and just as he was about to exhale—

"Grgglurphhhhhhh..."

"Baby," you said, "you can't even breathe without burping; that's so cute!"

Idia's eyes snapped open. "What?"

"You really crammed yourself full of soda, huh?"

Idia snorted, a blush rising to his cheeks again. "I can't help myself; it's so good."

"I'm not blaming you," you replied. "Can I touch your stomach?"

His gaze dropped to the floor. "Whatever. Go ahead."

Once more, Idia closed his eyes, and let his hands fall to his sides, exposing his body in a way he rarely seemed to do.

Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Idia's soft tummy shifted under your hand like liquid. A gentle prod to the sensitive cleft beneath his ribcage elicited a gurgle, and another gurgle, and more in succession like a meteor shower of sound.

A few gentle belches passed up and hissed through his lips, and after a moment, Idia truly seemed to relax.

"Good boy," you couldn't help but to coo. "Does this feel any better?"

"M-hm," he whimpered. "You really think I'm cute like this?"

"Yes, adorable."

He blinked his eyes shyly open. "Almost makes me wish that weren't the last can, heheh..."

You held up the soda you had been drinking, which was still mostly full. "I mean, there is more."

"That one's yours, though."

The thought of one more drink poured into Idia was far more appealing right now than having the rest to yourself. Suddenly, a devious thought entered your mind. "You can have it," you said, "if you let me hold the can while you drink."

Idia went stiff as a board. "Ohmigod, really?"

"Yeah?"

"For real? You're actually willing to feed me soda?"

You chuckled. "I'm asking."

His blush had spread to every visible inch of skin; he looked on fire, even moreso than usual. "Yeah, um, okay," he squeaked. "You can do that. Just, um?" He took a trembling breath. "Could you, like, praise me while you're doing it? Also, go slowly. I don't wanna choke."

"Yeah, of course!" You reached around to hold him once more, and lifted the can.

"Oh!" tittered Idia. "Right now; okay."

Carefully, you aligned the mouth of the can with his tilted head, pressing it to his lips like a kiss. "Ready, baby?"

He gave an "Mmn" in reply, and you carefully tipped the fluid into him. A drop of it missed, bubbled, overflowed down the corner of his mouth, but you pet his back warningly, trying to urge him to stay still. "It's okay," you said, "we'll clean it up afterwards. Just be good for me, and drink."

His small, constant gulps were interrupted by a voiced sound which must have been some kind of affirmative. You kept stroking his back, over and over the ridge of his spine, careful to keep your hand steady, for if you gave him the slightest pat, you were sure he would burp, and messily interrupt his constant sipping.

"There you go," you soothed. "You're doing a good job."

At this, Idia actually slurped harder at the flow, making audible gulping sounds as he forced it down his throat, and the trickle of overflow thickened by a few drops down his chin.

"Be careful," you chuckled, then let your voice fall back to a flirting tone. "Don't hurt yourself, baby. You're too cute for that; just sip slowly now."

"Mm," Idia grunted.

The angle of the can was quickly nearing ninety degrees, and Idia was drinking obediently, the sound of fizz a soft background to his wet slurps and gulps.

After a while, he gave a noise like a moan.

"Are you okay, baby boy?" you asked. "Tap my thigh twice if no, okay? Otherwise, I want you to chug this whole thing for me."

You took one of his hands, and placed it on your thigh, but Idia continued gulping down, hair cascading down his back and Adam's apple jutting outward as his head tipped back to swallow the last of the cola.

When the can was upside down, you tapped out the dregs with a finger. Weakly, face flushed and belly snarling audibly, Idia licked upward at the drops.

"That's my good boy," you praised, and placed the can down next to its emptied brethren, the latest trophy showcasing just how much Idia's tank could hold.

Jaw trembling, Idia moaned pathetically.

"Don't say a word," you said. "Just let it settle." Carefully, you reached out to caress his belly. It was tight under your fingertips' touch, made noises like a discontented animal while giving the tactile and visual impression of a balloon ready to burst.

Idia was breathing slowly through his mouth.

"That's it," you said, "just relax your throat, stomach muscles, everything. You drank that so well; I'm so proud of you."

You didn't realize, at first, the sound Idia was making, through the incessant clamor of his stomach around its fizzing contents, and the soft music still playing from the TV. Through his open lips, you realized, was rumbling a soft "grrrrrrrphhhhhhhhhfff..."

You leaned in close, rubbing your thumb over the sensitive parts of his belly while you cradled the soft parts in your palm, and at your touch the sound grew louder, deepening into a rolling "urggggggh—"; at the slightest bit more pressure applied, into a hearty "GRURRRRRRP..."

His brow was furrowed; you couldn't tell if he was blissed out by the cola's sweetness, a helpless victim to his own digestive system, or both.

At last, the belch trailed off on a bubbly gurgle, and then a low afterburp passed up through him as he sat completely still.

There was a beat of blank, inert silence, then Idia wheezed a deep breath, doubling over. "Fuck," he said, "Ohhh my god. Holy shit."

"You okay?" you said.

"Yeah! Yeah, urph, I'm great. Holy moly, man; that was... Ahhh..."

You cautiously scooched an inch closer to him. "Was that good enough praise?" you said. "Was it what you were hoping for?"

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Idia said, gripping his thighs. "That was INSANE. Uhh, you were perfect, that is."

"Good," you said, and passed him a half-crumpled napkin from the bedside table. "Wanna clean your face off?"

Idia took it from you without looking. "Yeah," he said, and dabbed at his chin. "Oh my god, yeah."

You laughed, and pat his back. "Are you ready to try that boss fight one more time?"

Idia froze, then continued wiping his face. "No," he said. "I will tomorrow. I'm totally outta my groove now. Plus, I'm way too full for that. I think it is officially Idia chill time."

As Idia sat up, you hugged him close, and pecked a kiss atop his sticky cheek. "In that case," you said, "do you want more belly rubs?"

You felt goosebumps form under Idia's sleeve, and he leaned into you. "Urp— Y-yeah," he stuttered. "I'd say yes to that."

[gummygowon]

cute relationship things with ateez!

genre: fluff (a lot)

warnings: none :)

established relationship!

a/n: i meant to post this like two weeks ago but i never finished it so consider this an early valentine’s day gift <3 ;) 

seonghwa:

for some reason, i feel like seonghwa likes to read books

with that being said, on lazy days where you guys didn’t want to get up and do anything

you guys would read books !!!

before you guys would read some were recommendations from each other on your own

and then maybe rant to each other over little details about the book like how the main character went back to their toxic ex or how the ending of a book was so bad

“seonghwa, how did you even read this?!? the stupid ass main character keeps going back to that one jerk! like does she not realize she deserves more than his ugly ass???!!!?”

“y/n, just keep reading.” 

“but hwa-”

turns out the main character got with the other woman yayyyyy!!! fuck shitty men

i don’t know how it happened but you guys started your own little book club with each other

so you guys could finally talk rant together at the same time about the book

so since you guys started to read the same book and if you guys found down time together you would read together

like, imagine it’s a peaceful friday night

seonghwa is back from work and so are you

you guys already showered and ate dinner

you’re just reading and then seonghwa just scoops you up and then puts you in between his legs with your back against his chest

and you’re like “wtf bro?”

and he’s just like, “what? i wanna read too???”

“didn’t you like read ahead tho??”

“yeah, but i wanna read it again.”

that was a fatass lie

he just wanted to be close to you 

hongjoong:

ok so, we all know that this man is hella busy all the time

mans is the leader, song writer, producer, dancer, rapper (which is why he is good at all positions)

but you were patient with him and whenever he goes days without seeing you due to his busy ass schedule he would make it up to you yk what i mean

but on the more chill days when you saw hongjoong or even the days where he was cooped in his studio (you would visit him there because sometimes you just had to see him)

you guys would just lay on the couch, just enjoying each other’s presence and not feel like you have to make up for lost time

you would be on the bottom on your phone or reading a magazine/book

then hongjoong would be at the top with his head on your stomach as he would be writing down lyrics that came to mind

killing two birds with one stone you feel me

sometimes you would show him a funny meme that you found or quote something that you just read to him 

“hongjoong, look at the way he fell!” you would be dying of laughter

and then he wouldn’t notice because he was really roped into making lyrics 

but you also didn’t see him focusing so much because you were of course laughing at the kid that accidentally got bitchslapped off the couch because of their sibling

“joongie look!!!”

“what is it?”

you would then show him what happened and then he would look at with that “you really interrupted me for this??” type of look

“i just lost my train of thought for this song because you wanted to show me this kid falling off of a couch???” 

“yes?” 

he would just bring a hand to his face and think what tf? why tf? and then slowly start laughing because of what just happened

“see, wasn’t it funny?”

“a child getting hurt isn’t funny, y/n” he would laugh while scolding you

yunho:

yunho powers im sorry for this one

alright so, it’s night time 

you guys are about to go to bed after a long day or work/school whatever

your eyes are fluttering closed because the day got you beat beat

but then yunho just kisses your face

and then you open your eyes slowly again to see yunho look like he just got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do

like imagine a kid that just got caught drawing on the walls

that’s what his face would look like

he’s just laying there like “i thought you were asleep...”

“i was just about to...”

yunho feels lowkey guilty now because you’re awake now and he knows you had a long day

he just couldn’t resist kissing you 

you just looked so pretty and peaceful sleeping 

mans was reminded by the universe themself about how lucky he was being able to date you

like, godamn what did he do in his past life to deserve you?

ok, back to this reaction idea thing-

yunho would apologize for waking you up with his cheeks a nice rosy color

you just look at him with tired eyes 

“i’ll forgive you, if you give me more kisses.”

and yunho’s smile just lights up the whole damn room and he’s like oh? say less

so he goes to kissing your face

like all over

your nose

your cheeks

forehead

basically anywhere ok?

and you end up laughing because it tickles 

but you just want him to kiss your lips which he does 

... eventually lmao

but when he does your still laughing which causes him to laugh

he tells you “i love you, did you know that?”

and you get all flustered and shit but you still keep that playful energy around 

“i love you too, but you aren’t forgiven just yet”

which leads to more kisses :))))

yeosang:

ok so you’re now the busy one

yeosang has so much respect for you because holy shit how do you balance that busy ass schedule of yours

your homework loads were no jokes 

then to add to that you have a job which was even more stressful

it was amazing how you can manage all that and still keep a smile on your face

you also had major respect for yeosang as an idol

the industry was not a place to fuck around 

you couldn’t be happier that your boyfriend was lucky enough to have a group who actually cared and supported each other

speaking of ateez, yeosang isn’t the most touchy person in the world

you didn’t mind of course, you’re the same way

however, when he did give you cuddles and kisses you would be a blushing mess

a sort of rare sight that yeosang loved to see

anyways, one night you were busy writing those argumentative essays that you were sure that your fingers would fall off by the time you were finished

you were working on it ever since you got home from school (with the occasional food and bathroom breaks )to the time when yeosang came back from practice

you moved to your shared bed by the time the sweaty boy came home and he was surprised that you were working on one subject for so long

the stupid piece was almost finished by the time yeosang was out of the shower

however, you didn’t even notice

you were too immersed in your writing to notice

yeosang took this as an opportunity to sit behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and watch over your shoulder as you worked

and of course, he would kiss your cheek occasionally

this was super sweet gesture but yeosang but you didn’t the notice that he wrapped his arms around you

“ai yah! what the hell?” you yelled and turned around to see your boyfriend clutching his chest

“oh it’s just you.”

yeosang would give you a deadpanned look and be like, “yeah, who else tf???”

you would apologize and kissing his cheek before returning to back to work 

which yeosang would return to hugging your waist and keep his head on your shoulder

and give you occasional kisses on your cheek or neck

after that night, it became a weekly occurrence

which you loved of course, who wouldn’t love their bf cuddling them while they chased their bag

san:

i am very excited for this one

ok so, san loves playing with your hair

it’s just so much fun 

running his fingers through it or just attempting to braid it or put it into a tiny ponytail

he loved it

he would probably always play with your while you were watching tv together, sitting together in the car, or even before you guys fall asleep

then one day after san came home early from work 

you guys were chilling on the bed watching the latest k-drama that came out since san made you wait so you guys could watch it together

san was in between your legs with his back leaning against your chest 

and that’s when you decided to run your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair

that’s also when san asked you to braid his hair

“sure, what type of braid though?”

“there’s different kinds????” 

“yes, san. now pick one.” you gave him your phone that was pulled up to different types braids.

“i want the french ones. they sound fancy.”

you roll your eyes and start sectioning his hair into two sections and start braiding his hair and lightly pull on the pink strands because you know san likes his hair pulled

so you doing his hair right 

and you begin rambling about your day/week

talking about whatever interesting happened to you because you know that san likes hearing you talk no matter what it’s about

however, you were knee deep into talking about the latest drama at work that you didn’t even realize that san stopped talking

“san?”

he didn’t answer and his head would be dipping down so low you were surprised you didn’t fall over

“baby?”

san still wouldn’t respond to you 

but this time he just flipped over so his head would be on your stomach as he wrapped your arms around your stomach

“mmmmmmm?”

“nevermind love, just sleep.” 

he would respond by burying his head further into your stomach and tightened his hold around you

you kissed his head and ran your fingers through his hair which lulled san to sleep even more

“goodnight sannie.”

mingi:

you have been best friends with song mingi ever since you moved into the tiny neighborhood that you call home

it all started when your parents brought you over to your next door neighbor’s house for breakfast on a cold saturday morning 

you were extremely shy when you were little so the only thing you could remember about your first experience with mingi was hiding behind your mother’s leg for the first hour of being there and watching the young boy play with his toy cars and planes before he finally offered a pirate ship to you

ever since that unforgettable saturday, you pretty much spent the rest of your childhood with mingi

you guys were practically joined at the hip 

even when you were getting endlessly teased by your classmates for the first month of school for having an accent whenever you spoke 

which resulted in you running to the bathroom crying

not even a minute later, you heard someone burst through the girls’ bathrrom

“y/n?”

you peaked your head out of the stall to see your tall neighbor looking out of breath

“mingi, you aren’t supposed to be here!” you said in between sobs

“it’s okay, i don’t care.” he said as he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you. “are you okay?”

you shook your head no looking at him with tears running down your face

the poor boy was internally freaking out since he has no clue on how to comfort people (especially if they’re a girl)

he was like eight at the time give him a little break

so of course, his first reaction was to make you laugh somehow

and he did this by randomly recreating the “boots and cats, boots and cats” rhythm after seeing siri do it in a youtube video and started to bop his head 

surprised by his sudden movements, you laughed out of pure confusion

as soon as mingi saw the corner of your lips flip upwards he began rapping faster to the point where he was gasping for breath leading him into a coughing fit 

“mingi you can breathe, y’know!” you giggled in between words

after the young boy had caught his breath from hacking away at his lungs, he smiled at you 

until- the teacher had came into the bathroom, scolding mingi for going into the girls’ restroom

even though mingi didn’t care at all that he got in trouble, the only thing he cared about was that you were feeling better

ever since then whenever you were sad or having a bad day mingi would whip out his phone and ask siri to rap while he free-styled over the monotone voice 

he literally still does it

even two years into your relationship-

“siri, can you rap for me?” mingi would ask his phone as he pointed his free arm at you

“boots and cats-”

“mingi, please no.” you laughed in between tears, your mood rising with every beat

wooyoung:

i wholeheartedly believe that wooyoung would kiss you face if you were sad

but the first time this happened, you guys were still fairly new into your relationship

which meant that you weren’t completely ready to be extremely vulnerable around wooyoung 

because in your mind, letting someone see you at your lowest lows of means that you really trust and love someone to let them see you like that

you always wanted to be known as the strong person in the friend group

you were that glue that held everyone together

always listening to others and taking care of others before yourself

which is why wooyoung fell in love with you in the first place

he had never been in a relationship where someone was so caring and thoughtful of others that he was scared that he wouldn’t be enough for you and that you deserved better

of course, he didn’t tell you that right away but he confessed to you about that wayyy later in your relationship which is another story to be told

but one day, life was coming at you so fucking fast

assignments were piling up left and right and deadlines were literally every other day

and then there seemed to be an increase in the amount of angry karens at your work

and your patience was thinning everyday with those people

then to top it all off, all the tests you’ve been studying for, you got mediocre grades, some even worse in other subjects

it just felt like no matter how much work you put into whatever you do, you got half ass results

it was just pushing your mental health further into the ground

you could handle a C every once in awhile but multiple? on back to back tests? no fucking way you just couldn’t

those stupid, dark thoughts would cloud your mind in an instant and on days like this, you would just let them consume you

you were too tired to pick yourself up again and fight back which led to you crying in wooyoung’s arms

usually, you would feel so embarrassed crying over things like this when you know other people have it worse but you couldn’t hold in it anymore 

you ranted about yourself in between your hiccups from crying which would hurt wooyoung’s heart a little bit

because he thought of you as such a strong and kind person- the complete opposite of what you were saying about yourself

so when you were done talking, wooyoung made you look at him and assured you that you were not any of those nasty things that you said about yourself

each insult turned into a thoughtful compliment accompanied by a kiss

“y/n, you are so intelligent-” 

kiss

“caring-”

kiss

“beautiful-”

kiss

“more than everything i ever wanted”

kiss

by the time wooyoung was done, you were a giggling mess

“and this is why i love you.”

he finally kissed you on your lips, smiling into it like the dork he is

it was the first ever time he told you that he loved you

jongho:

i am also a firm believer that jongho would sing his s/o to sleep

like with that heavenly voice of his, he better put them to sleep 

so on the first night you ever slept with jongho, you were too nervous to go to bed even though your body was screaming at you to close your eyes 

you kept tossing and turning every few minutes or your eyes would shoot open with your heart racing

at this point, you gave up on trying to sleep and got up (carefully to not wake up your sleeping boyfriend) to get a drink

while you were in the kitchen, clutching your chest in an effort to get yourself to calm down, jongho had stirred awake to an empty bed

a flash of panic surged through his body as he momentarily forgot where he was since he wasn’t at his dorm his room never looked this clean 

yawning, the vocalist would wander into the light with his eyes squinted, “y/n?”

“oh my god!” you jumped, water almost spilling out your glass

jongho covered his ears, “what are you doing up?”

“oh,” you felt your cheeks turn red since you felt bad for waking your boyfriend up. “i can’t sleep.”

“why?” he asked, walking towards the couch.

“i don’t know.” you answered as you followed close behind. 

you curled up next to jongho, clutching his shirt “i’m sorry for waking you up.”

jongho smiled tiredly at you before kissing your head, “don’t be. it’s okay. i don’t have work tomorrow anyways.”

you smiled in response before the two of you guys fell into a silence

“do you want me to sing you to sleep?”

“yes, please.” you murmured into his side as jongho placed his other arm around you, successfully trapping you in between his arms

he began singing softly into your ear as he stroked your hair

his warm voice coaxing your eyes to close 

at last, your mind was at peace with itself

your heart beat slowing down

and by the time the song was finished you were fast asleep in arms

jongho kissed your forehead once more 

“i love you.”

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Congrats! Can I ask for A and C on Rengoku and Reiner please 🤗

I’m so glad you asked for Reiner!! I haven’t written for him yet and I love him so much!! I’m excited to write for him :)) tysm for the request! .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡(❁´◡`❁)｡.｡:+*

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A - Arcade:

Kyo would not be a poor sport at all!! He’d find games really really fun and just be happy that he gets to spend time with you! He wouldn’t understand why someone would get so upset over losing. It’s just a game?? You could win next round??? He just doesn’t understand

“What’s this game?! How do you play it?! AHA! I DIED!!”

In a modern au, I can see Kyojurou not knowing shit about games lolol so he’d learn it all from you if you knew more than him

“A game? About ghosts?? Why would you want to scare yourself like that?”

Games I can see him really enjoying is Mario Kart (or any mario game lol), any fighting game (like street fighter, mortal kombat, ultimate smash bros, etc), Wii Sports, maybe some PC games like Valorant, Minecraft or League of Legends but his knowledge is pretty limited and would depend on the console(s) you have

He’s sound like a parent when he asks you about your games lmao

“Y/N, my dear! Is that the crossing of animals?! How do you win the game?! ....You don’t???”

“Could you pause the game really quick, My Dear? I need your help with something. You can’t pause it? Why not? Isn’t that button usually the pause button?”

He can’t remember titles for the life of him! Making him sound even more like a parent with your games

“Duty That Calls!” “Man of Spiders for the PX4!!” “Thievery of a Grand Auto?! That’s what it’s called, right??” “Redemption of the Dead!” “The Last of Them!!” “Zelda’s Legendary???”

C - Cooking:

Surprisingly an amazing chef!! He cooked a lot for his father and brother so he knows a few tips and tricks that make him an excellent chef

Although, I can see Kyo failing miserably at a recipe he’s never done before. But the second time he makes it, it’s like he was a professional at that recipe for seven years

He’s also willing to explore other cultural foods and learn how to make them, especially if it’s from your culture! He loves to explore new things and learn about them so you opening a new door to all different kinds of foods excites him

“Oh, this is something you always ate as a child? Do you know the ingredients? I’d love to try making it!”

I can also see Kyo being pretty sloppy in the kitchen while he’s cooking. He’s just so in the zone he doesn’t realize he spilled some sugar on the floor, wiped his flour ridden hands on his forehead or knocked over the salt and let it spill all over the counter

But he does a very well clean up afterwards and leaves the place looking like he didn’t just create a mess for two hours straight

He’s always excited to hear your input on is good so that he learn how to improve it and make it taste even better

You guys typically switch on a off with cooking and he loves the way you cook. Even if you fucked up the food a little, he’s still love it because he can feel the secret ingredient of love in the cooking

Even if you’re so terrible that all you can even make is cereal, Kyojurou would literally gobble that shit up as if it’s the most tastiest thing in the world

“You poured me this cereal, Y/N?” *ANSOOQNFIFHAIOWO* “IT TASTES SUPER GOOD!!!” “DELICIOUS! DELICIOUS!!”

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artwork by: twitter.com/AFpocketbee

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A - Arcade

In a modern au, I could totally see Reiner loving games

He got a lot of the consoles when he was a young boy so the older version of consoles are super nostalgic to him

And since he dabbled in a in all the consoles, his range of games is real large so he plays almost any and every game on every console

If you’re not into games, he’ll try his best to get you into it as well so that it’s something you both could share together he just wants to do everything with you 🥺

“Here, Babe, look. This one is easy! All you have to do is aim at the target and shoot. Try it!” you failed miserably “Oh... no no you did good!! Just... keep practicing and you’ll be an expert in no time!!”

And honestly, this guy’s a little bit of a poor sport. Not to a toxic level but enough for it to be kind of cute. If you beat him at one of his favorite games, sheeeeesh he’s gonna pout so much!

“What?? No. You got lucky. That’s not - I - you - ANOTHER ROUND!”

He will literally keep playing you until he wins then turn off the game as if he “doesn’t wanna play anymore”

He would definitely beat you up a lot in a new game you’ve never played before and not even teach you the controls or give you time to learn them. He’d just beat you up.

He’ll get his fill of victory though and then start to teach you and take it slow. He’d even let you beat him a bunch so that you can start getting the hang of it. But once you do, beware. He will not hesitate this time, he’s going all out.

C - Cooking

Oh dear... oh gosh... this man cannot cook. Get him out of the kitchen. Please, he’ll start a fire.

There’s like literally only two things he can cook and that’s French toast and pancakes. Maybe Kraft Mac and cheese.

But he makes some really good French toast and pancakes, he loves making them for you when you wake up

But other than that, he’s so bad. He’d manage to burn the outside of the chicken and the inside be raw

But if he really, really practiced, I think Reiner would end up be a pretty good cook

Now, if you can cook, you can bet your ass this simp would act so extra when he eats your cooking

“It smells SO GOOD!!” “Mmm!! Oh my god!!! BABE!! MMMMMMM!!! MMHHMMMM!!! SSSOOO GOOOODDDD!!!”

“Reiner, stop simping with your mouth full.”

He always looks forward to your cooking and is literally drooling the entire time waiting for it to be cooked. Let’s just say he’ll be a very well fed man because that’s how much he asks for you to cook for him and how much he eats, not even the left overs are safe

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Jay's thoughts: Extended Cut

OH FUCK- ya know, this part is not going to help after the way Terrible Waste ended with Juno getting captured and knocked the fuck out.

OWWW- broken ribs are a PAIN holy shit Juno. lady's being put through the wringer <3 love that <3 (I AM AN ANGST WRITER, PUT THEM THROUGH THE HORRORS! MORE HORRORS!!)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- SCREAMING- ZEPH YOU MONSTER<<<<<3333333333 (affectionate) Getting flashbacks to Monster's Reflection part 2 now aguuuuuuuu-

"gap toothed smile" STOP-

STOP STOP STOP STOP- POUNDING THE GROUND, ZEPH- first the jupeter reunion gone bad, now the steel twins jvbbvsfjbfsjgbfrsjb IM EATING GLASS THIS ISNT FAIR- CATAPULTING INTO HIS ARMS?? BRO GTFO IM JGBISGBRJKBGFRSJBN "And gods, if it didn’t make him feel like he could tear down this whole damn town with nothing but his own two hands." GFRSBJKSTRMBGTJIKLDMXVBDNF

Ben and Rita shaking hands meme, chatting away. yapping all day. :")

"Feels like I got hit by an angry toddler with a brick." bgfsijgsb- this is how three foot tall King of Hades, Slip Jackson can still win!!!

“You and I both know Mick could get knocked out from tripping over his own shoelaces. That does not give you bragging rights.” this is mick mercury slander!! how dare!! my boy failure!! (mick is me tho, sprained my ankle 6 times, and the fifth time it happened at work my coworker had his back turned and when he turned back around he went "jay no, no jay- not again" while i sat on the deli back hallway with tears in my eyes smiling and nodding and pitiful. he got my managers wheely computer chair and helped me up to sit down on it tho so all was forgiven ig)

"By the way, what happened to the eye? You lose a bet or something?" wellllll- welllllllllllllllll- tbh i've been wondering the same thing but like, this is fiction. this is fantasy fiction. anything could've happened at this point to make juno lose his eye

"the forgetfulness" ZEPH YOU CANT BE SLY IMMA- JFBSJIGBSJB

"why haven't you fought back yet?" same juno same, thank you for asking. mmm- making think of terrible waste now dammit mmmmm-

VESPA VESPA VESPA VESPA MY WIFE!! when i write her for Out in the Cold Field i am lowkey tempted to write her much much softer than she is here. she's still Vespa alr, still paranoid and has hallucinations and trauma, but ya know that clip of her in WLB "heh- wife." and you know how soft she behaves around buddy in Infernal Grind? that's what i wanna focus on. and this vespa here is the hardened one from death, the one who doesn't know about what Buddy tried to do. the one who has accepted her fate. this is the Vespa that we see in Clean Break when she's trying to pull Steel forward even if she also knows Ransom is there with them. aaaaaaaaaaaagggggg- but also Vespa probably internally going "oh goddess oh no now there's TWO of them??"

"this is the way it is" mmmmmmm-

"If none of you can ever work your way out of here, then what is the point of working at all?" OGOGOGOGOGOOGOGOGOGO- the monkey inside of my raccoon persona is going ape shit. fucking- Juno sees the world the way it could be, Ben sees the world the way it is!!! I seriously had to look up the lyrics again to If It's True and im still going ape shit. my predictions! might have been right!

M'tendere knowing what they died trying to do, knowing for centuries probably what an actual hell Hadestown had become and yet they kept turning a blind eye to it until they couldn't anymore. died trying to make the world a better place, trying to balance out all the hurt they brought about-

"a small group should tell everyone what is true and what is right." YOU SAID IT VESPA!!! IF ITS TRUE-

“Well, then. In that case, M’tendere, would you mind drafting some invitations? And Vespa, would you mind spreading them around? It seems we’ve got a party to plan.” BOUNCING IN PLACE I AM SO EXCITED!!!!! BARK BARK BARK BARK

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 14

yaaaay part 14!!! my favorite number!!!! i love this!!! apologies for the delay, school has been kicking my ass lately lol

okay kids, settle in: it's story time!!! this one is a longer one (around 2,000 words!!) which is part of why it took me a while lol

@smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini @the-private-eye

The first thing he became aware of was the smell. Coal dust and dry wood and faint fire smoke, like some kind of strange cologne. The air was thick and heavy with it and he struggled to breathe in. The second thing was the dull pain traveling through his skull. It pulsed in time with his heartbeat, radiating out from a central point of the back of his skull.

His eye blinked open slowly and painfully to reveal several stacks of wooden crates, a few garbage cans, and the stone walls of some building. He didn’t know where he was.

Juno groaned, and tried to sit up and see more of his surroundings before a wave of dizziness hit him like a sledgehammer, and he fell backwards against the ground. He closed his eye again in the hopes the world might stop spinning long enough for him to be able to get up and escape this place.

Slowly, it all began to come back to him.

Peter’s deal and lack of voice. His insistence to save him. Slip telling him to leave. Juno refusing to go. Slip calling the executives. One of them whacking him on the back of the head. The world going dark.

He wasn’t sure what had happened after that, but he knew his body hurt like hell. After a few minutes, he figured the worst of the damage was probably a cracked rib or two that screamed whenever he tried to breathe normally. Everything else seemed to be a bruise or scrape. They must have beat the hell out of him and then dragged him to this alley.

He lay there for a few more minutes trying to work up the strength to stand, but couldn’t find it in him. 

Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching, quiet and even. He couldn’t tell from where.

The workers? The executives? Slip himself? 

A shot of adrenaline raced through his veins.

He pushed himself into a corner and grabbed the neck of a shattered bottle in defense. It might not have been his preferred weapon, but it was better than nothing.

The footsteps got closer.

Juno’s breathing was painful and shaky.

Even closer.

A figure rounded the corner. They spotted Juno, and raised their hands in defense.

“Whoaaa!! Hey, buddy, I don’t mean any harm! Man, if I had a nickel for every time I found someone in an alley who started pointing a weapon at me...”

Juno’s eye widened. It couldn’t be.

The figure stepped forward, and a little of the orange glow of the nearby metalworks fell on their face. “Hey, are you hurt? Do you need help at all?” they asked, crouching down to just above Juno’s level.

He knew this man’s face. He would know that voice even at the ends of the earth. Both had haunted his dreams for the last 20 years, and still echoed in his waking.

Benten.

His face floated across from Juno, smiling and slightly sheepish, but just exactly as Juno remembered him. Warm eyes, vaguely mischievous expression, gap-toothed smile, gentle hands, hair in neat braids knotted on top of his head. Juno felt his face going pale and the bottleneck slipping from his grip as this ghost looked at him in increasing concern. And suddenly a strange sort of fear began creeping over him.

“I’m dead, aren’t I? Oh gods, I’m dead. I died.” 

The specter of Ben snorted and rolled its eyes. “Yeahhhh, sure, let’s go with that. Pretty much everyone is in Hadestown. Kind of comes with the territory, you know?”

Juno couldn’t say anything in response. His mouth had gone completely dry. He just kept staring, breathing hard and ragged. The bottle clinked to the hard ground and Ben’s brow furrowed in concern.

“Are you sure you don’t need…” Ben’s voice trailed off as he leaned a bit closer to Juno’s face.

His eyes went wider the longer he looked. Ben drew in a sharp breath.

“Oh gods. I don’t……. Juno?” he asked, so quietly Juno barely heard it over the distant clanging of pickaxes and the grinding of factory gears.

“Ben,” Juno choked out.

And then Ben catapulted himself into Juno’s arms, and they were both laughing and crying. Juno didn’t even mind the pain. He hadn’t felt this full of joy in a very long time. His brother was here again, solid and real and warm in his arms. And gods, if it didn’t make him feel like he could tear down this whole damn town with nothing but his own two hands.

“Juno!!! Super Steel!! It’s been so long, did you miss me? How in Hades did you get down here? Did you die? Or did you sneak in? If you did, it’s a little unlike you, because I was always better at getting into trouble and you were better at planning it but not really carrying through. OH, and you’ll never guess who I met! I ran into your HUSBAND. Your HUSBAND, man!! I can’t believe you got married and never told me!” Ben chattered away, eyes glittering with excitement and joy and a few tears he couldn’t stop from rolling down his face.

“Slow down, Ben, give me a second!” Juno hissed through his teeth as a spike of pain lanced his lungs.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“About as good as I can be considering I think I just had the hell beat out of me. Could you help me up? Feels like I got hit by an angry toddler with a brick.”

Ben stood, wrapped his arm around Juno’s shoulders, and pulled him onto his feet before giving him a peculiar look that Juno was in a bit too much pain to decipher.

“What is it, Ben?”

“Nothing, it’s just-” he sighed, “It’s good to see you again. I missed you.”

A smile crept onto Juno’s face. “I missed you too. Loser.”

“Oh come on, I am NOT a loser!”

“Yes, you are. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“If I’m a loser then you’re…. Well, I’m not sure what you are, but at least I’ve never ended up bloody and bruised in a random alley somewhere.”

“You’re acting like you never took a punch when we were kids.”

“The only punches I ever took were from you, and you hit like a feather, Super Steel.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I knocked Mick out once.”

“You and I both know Mick could get knocked out from tripping over his own shoelaces. That does not give you bragging rights.”

Juno stuck out his tongue in response and Ben recoiled, one hand pressed to his chest in mock offense and disdain.

“Really! I thought we were a little more grown up than that! If you keep behaving like that, I won’t be able to take you back to the hideout! You see, we only allow adults in there, and you, Super Steel, are not acting like an adult right now.”

Juno rolled his eye and sighed the deeply exasperated sigh only produced by interacting with one’s sibling. “Okay, fine. I apologize for sticking my tongue out at you.”

Ben raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“Aaaaaand for calling you a loser.”

“That’s more like it! I’ll take you back to see Vespa. She’ll be able to do something about those bruises and scrapes of yours. By the way, what happened to the eye? You lose a bet or something?”

—----------------------------------

It was slow going to get back to the hideout. Juno couldn’t walk too fast from a shooting pain in his shin and the probably cracked rib, but Ben was more than happy to spend the time talking and catching up on everything he missed. Juno told him about the bar he worked at, about Buddy and Jet and Rita, about the nasty winter that hadn’t let up for years, about his reason for the journey down here. In return, Ben told him about Hadestown, the work hours, the jobs, the forgetfulness, the cruelty of Slip and the executives.

“Why haven’t you fought back yet?” Juno asked, limping through the door to the hideout before gingerly lowering himself onto a mat on the floor.

Ben shot him a confused look. “What are you talking about, Super Steel?”

“Against the executives. Against Slip. This whole thing is so unfair. Why haven’t you guys tried to fight back yet?”

“Not sure.” A tall person with long white dreads who was seated at the table responded as they entered. “Maybe it’s because they own all of us?” 

“Hey, Vespa? You here? We got someone who needs some patching up!” Ben called into the recesses of the house.

A moment or two later, a woman with short, spiky, neon green hair emerged, rubbing her eyes. “This better be good, Steel. I was in the middle of a nap,” she muttered, shooting daggers at Ben.

“It’s my brother. My twin. He’s got some scrapes and a couple nasty bruises you might wanna look at.”

The woman, Vespa, glanced between Ben and Juno before giving Ben a glare that could have singed wood. “You woke me up for some scrapes and bruises?”

Ben went completely silent and stared at the floor. The person opened their mouth to speak, but Juno beat them to it. “Yeah, he did. I think I got a broken rib, too.”

Vespa’s lazer-sharp gaze turned on him the second he began speaking. Juno stared right back. She looked him up and down for a moment before letting out a small huff and turning back down the dark hallway she came from. She returned shortly after, carrying a small bag filled with medical supplies that she threw down next to Juno.

“Is it true?” Juno asked, wincing occasionally as Vespa began to take a small antiseptic wipe to some of the more prominent scrapes.

“Is what true?” Ben countered, leaning against one wall.

“That Nureyev signed the contract. That there’s nothing I can do to save him.”

“Yup,” chirped Vespa. “We’re all fucked down here.”

“Vespa,” the person at the table said, shooting a warning glance in her direction. “Leave him be. He just lost his husband.”

Vespa sighed. “I know, I know, M’tendere, but if he’s going to be down here, he should at least know what he’s up against.”

“It’s just…. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. None of this is fair!”

“We know, Juno,” Ben sighed. “We also don’t think it’s fair that the world is like this, but that’s the way it is.”

There was silence for a minute as Juno chewed on his lip and Vespa finished bandaging one of the more major cuts.

“It shouldn’t be that way,” Juno finally whispered into the silence. “If I can’t save him, then what’s the point of me even being here? If none of you can ever work your way out of here, then what is the point of working at all?”

Ben, Vespa, and M’tendere exchanged a look. Juno continued staring at the floor, biting his tongue. This was just… so unfair. And he was so sick and tired of having to deal with it. He was slowly losing everything he had to Hadestown: his husband, his brother, his health, and now his ability to change anything for the better. It didn’t work on the surface, so why should it work down here?

But slowly, M’tendere began to nod. “He’s right, you know. Why should we even be working if we aren’t getting anything out of it?”

“You said it yourself! Because they own us,” Ben said as he threw his hands up to the ceiling.

“But there’s more of us than there are of them. Strength in numbers and all that. It isn’t right that a small group should tell everyone what is true and what is right. The many should decide that for themselves.” Vespa stood from where she had been crouching next to Juno on the floor.

“You could bring Hadestown to a standstill if you all just stopped working for a few days,” Juno said, easing himself up off the ground to stand next to Vespa. “Coal miners used to do it back on the surface to get better working conditions and pay. It could work here too.”

Ben was quiet for a minute, and Juno noticed that his face had gone suddenly thoughtful. “Huh. They couldn’t stop all of us, could they? If we partied around and had wine and flowers for a few days?”

A slow grin crept over Juno’s face. “No. No, they could only try.”

A matching grin appeared on Ben’s face. “Well, then. In that case, M’tendere, would you mind drafting some invitations? And Vespa, would you mind spreading them around? It seems we’ve got a party to plan.”

[serostuffsmh]

Do you have any fic recs for overhaul? I’ve read yours and I see y’all thirsting over him sm I wanna see what the fuss is about 👀👀

Oooo so here’s the thing. I haven’t read much for Overhaul lately, I mostly just write about him. But I can find some for you that I’ve read before that I really like :v

Also, these writers are yandere and dark fic writers and you should pay attention to their content warnings.

Honour in misfortune | @inorganicone2230

This is a viking au, and it’s just mmmmmMm it made me very squirmy. You should check out their longer fics as well, they’re a very talented writer

CW Series | @captainmcslashypaws

Listen, this whole series is so…hot, yeah. It’s a treat and would reccomend binging it. Also, you should check out double dutch because it has bunnygirl!reader 🤧

Marking | @hikupps

I really like how he was written here, he’s just desperate and that’s the way I like him. Also, hik has a lot of medical play works and they also make me very squirmy heh

[opalescient]

haikyuu fic recs — the most beautiful, lovely, breathtaking masterlist (vol. I)

so i’ve been binging fics to cure my sadness, and i thought that these select masterpieces were too magnificent to not be plastered on every billboard ever. some tore my soul into shreds, while others melted said shreds back whole, but all of them made me feel some form of sheer, unadulterated love, so. please enjoy! 🥰⛅️✨

note: all of these fics are exquisite and you should read all of them, but if you’re short of time, those with ☆ are my all-time favourites!

daisuga

butterfly in the subway by bigspoonnoya ☆ | T

Sugawara Koushi has no idea he's already in love with the man he's supposed to hate.

i lovelovelove how all the concepts tied in together like a perfectly wrapped gift

also very wholesome, made me feel so inexplicably warm. like, love can exist everywhere!!! despite everything!!! that’s just so inspiring

i revisited this many times, i think it was (one of) my first haikyuu fics and honestly. it set the bar so high and i have no regrets

you’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder ☆ | G

“Oh. You're. Not Asahi.”

Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide.

“Not as far as I know, no.”

-

Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

major, major fluff

the buildup!!!

god this made my yearning for love so much worse

the perfect stranger by downmoon | T

There’s a man standing outside Suga's door.

Scratch that. Start over.

There’s a man he doesn’t know standing outside his door, holding his sleeping nephew in one arm, with another kid clinging tightly to his free hand.

so domestic please read the entire series from start to finish it has my whole heart

shoyou and tobio as their actual kids 🥺

these two parents are so in love it makes me wanna cry

asanoya

silica sand by lilien passe ☆ | G

Overworked, over-stressed programmer Azumane Asahi works on the top floor of a Shinjuku skyscraper. Nervous around his coworkers and terrified of the long drop on the other side of the window, Asahi falls into a miserable routine, only to have it broken one day by a simple message on the outside of the glass.

PLEASE. so well-written it makes my heart glow and ache simultaneously

made me ascend into asanoya heaven

such a brilliantly unique concept i love it A+

qué syrah syrah by loudlucy | M

Asahi wants to be a Master Sommelier. It's the highest honor in wine service, and the certification would allow him to live the life he's always envisioned for himself. Too bad the certification test is notorious for being the world's most difficult.

Most people fail their first time taking the exam, and Asahi is no exception, but he has more difficulty than most dusting himself off and getting back on his feet. Enter Nishinoya, a young man who shares his same dream, and who believes in their goals so fiercely it forces Asahi to embark on a delicious and sensuous journey of viticulture and validation.

AKA The Wine Tasting AU that literally no one even knew to ask for.

NOTE: You Do Not Need to Know About Wine to Understand This Fic!

another super unique concept!!! (´∀｀=)

my god their chemistry is amazing

the writing made me feel things ngl

stop my bones from wondering by cerasi ☆ | T

After graduation, Asahi hides from the world and needs help from a few sources to find his way back.

i want to write sonnets and sing ballads for this fic, it’s that beautiful

as always, Top Notch Writing *chef’s kiss*

no but i seriously... can i kiss the author? asking for a friend 😳👉🏼👈🏼

iwaoi

star-crossed by starlitcities | T

“I never thought I’d see the day that I’d envy a human,” Oikawa admits, showering himself in tiny suns, because he can actually feels those, like a fusillade of warm kisses on luminous skin that leave marks. To humans, they’d be freckles. Skin stars, Oikawa calls them. He didn’t make that up, a human did.

“Who created the rule that we can’t touch, I wonder,” Iwaizumi ponders, floating heedlessly through space.

“Maybe it’s because we can fly. Humans dream of flying, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

gsjsgsjshsjshsjsj star!iwaoi

they’re LITERALLY STARS

beautifulbeautifulbeautiful i love how the author conveyed the beauty of touch and humanity 🥺🥺

please bless yourself further with the sequel sun-kissed

conquering the great king by suggestivescribe ☆| E

Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

yes.

in fact, this entire series (breaking the rules) features daisuga, kuroken, asanoya and it’s SO GOOD. every single one.

but anyway, character development!!!!! plot!!!!!!!!! writing!!!!!!!! i’m here for it all

tsukkiyama

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon ☆ | M

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he’s probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he’s at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

SO BEAUTIFUL

i am also a sucker for anything with stars, moons and all the love in between

no words to describe this work of art please just go read it and be blessed

under the lilac tree by raewrites | G

there’s a lilac tree in Kei’s backyard.

gorgeous in its simplicity

softtsukkisofttsukkisofttsukki

not as grandiose as the rest but the love written into every word, action and character is absolutely show-stopping

kagehina

saffron and cayenne pepper by dontsaycrazy ☆ | T

Cooking is hard. Even if you have your very attractive, very grumpy neighbor there to help you.

-

In which Hinata's lack of cooking skills are a danger to him and others. Luckily (or not), Kageyama is willing to teach him, if only for the sake of avoiding any burned down apartments.

the essence of their characters were captured so well and yet it’s like they’re completely new characters too? author, whoever you are, you totally owned this

this made me ship kagehina so hard

fluff! cuteness! lots and lots of cooing!

kuroken

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) by cosmogony ☆ | T

soulmate

/ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ • noun

A person who was made from the same star as you.

-

// Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives.

ahhh here it is. beautiful, heartbreaking, soul-emptying agony. you want angst? choke on this, and your tears later on.

no but seriously please read this if you haven’t you won’t regret it at all i promise

written from kenma’s perspective so you experience every depth and multitude of emotion he does and it’s so raw and- brb imma go cry for a sec

knot in my heart by hearthope | T

There’s a picture. Kenma blinks, looking at the little calico cat, being held up next to the face of a guy with stupidly messy hair and a crooked grin.

Cute.

The— the cat. The cat is cute.

Just the cat.

-

Kuroo starts spending a lot of time at the flower shop Kenma works at. Kenma definitely isn't into him.

okay so i like it when authors unravel a normally stoic character’s full scope of emotion and give them depth, sue me.

anyway, back on the fluff train!

i absolutely f*ck with flower symbolisms, cats and bitchy best friends who have dirt on each other. the layers of romance, friendship and everything in between is so prettily developed 10/10

bokuaka

the jacket you never returned by daisuga ☆☆ | G

He leaned over, kissed Bokuto on the cheek, and smiled bitterly, eyes watery.

He will never remember. Not now, not ever.

What they were will now forever be forgotten.

-

"You used to call me Keiji, Koutarou."

YOU USED TO CALL ME KEIJI, KOUTAROU!!!!!!!!!!

i beg you to listen to Spiegel im Spiegel when it’s first mentioned in the story please

i read this and screamed through my tears for a solid 1.5 hours. i rarely cry.

no f*ckin regrets though i read this thrice already and it hurts so good every time

rules by conesofdunshire ☆☆ | E

In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there's just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.

this fic. this fic has my whole, broken, sobbing heart and laughing soul

gorgeous. breathtaking. magnificent.

bokuto is so WARM and akaashi is so STRONG and they both find the solace they need in each other and it’s all i want for me 😭😭😭

in another life by littleluxray | T

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

this is a famous fic that i doubt any seasoned haikyuu reader wouldn’t know, and RIGHTLY SO BECAUSE, the PAIN. the pain. the pain.

i could feel my lungs shrivel up and my chest cave in on itself. fatigue and rest are things i struggle with too so this whole story resonated with me from start to finish, and it broke me. in like, the best, most revitalising way

i would read this again but it still haunts me at night. i need to heal from the first time before i have the guts to try one more time HAHAHA 😆💔😭

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau | G

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

mmmmmmm pretty photographer + personalised coffee cups + cute baristas = diabetic fluff fic

i smiled so much throughout this you have no idea. cheeks achey but so good

i may have squealed a little at the ending

kurotsukki

moonfall by batman | T

There is no unlearning Tetsurou, after all. There is only leaving him.

-

(Five things of Tetsurou's that ended up in Kei's home, and one that never left.)

the writing!!!!!! is pure beauty!!!! sheer grace!!!!!!! the construction of the AU and the romanticism and hsjsgsjshsj

didn’t cry but. heart ache and bittersweet smiles are another level of misery that is just as fulfilling

yea just pleasepleasepleaseplease go read it thank you and have a good day

hidden gem by realmSpinner | E

Things get complicated when everything you thought you knew about a guy changes, and they get even more complicated when you actually start liking those changes.

That guy working with you AND becoming your neighbor? That's just a cherry on top of the cake of confusion.

this AU was refreshingly different, and amazingly so

top!tsukki??? sign me the f*ck up

the whole plot, man. perfection.

pings by barfs ☆☆ | T

[5/02/16, 3:50:17 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Please wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:50:23 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I hate begging. You know I hate it.

[5/02/16, 3:50:34 AM] Tsukishima Kei: I bet you’re snickering at that, wherever you are.

[5/02/16, 3:50:53 AM] Tsukishima Kei: But, it keeps hurting and I don’t know why and it feels like shit and I know you could tell me why, but you’re not here and I would really appreciate it if you’d just wake up.

[5/02/16, 3:51:02 AM] Tsukishima Kei: You’re laughing at that too, aren’t you.

[5/02/16, 3:51:10 AM] Tsukishima Kei: Dying is probably up there in the list of top ten shitty things you’ve ever done, and you’ve done a lot of shitty things.

god.

you already know what’s coming, and yet. when it comes.

how the f*ck did the author make grief beautiful????????? (at the expense of me dying along with kei and everyone else i guess)

this fic will ruin you and bury you under all your pain (i hope you’re ready)

but also put you back together with the “sequel”

kyouhaba

close to the chest by darkmagicalgirl | T

It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

cause i’m (not) alright with the slow, burn~

no fr, take slow and burn very seriously

overthinking yahaba? i understand. i do.

again, such an amazing fic; 10/10 recommend

safe here by crossbelladonna ☆ | M

“Raids are routine work,” Kyoutani tells to Yahaba before he can air the question. “Sometimes there is no sleep done until we accomplish something, say kill a certain ghoul. I guess they’re still going through the possibility that people in the accident are still alive huh?”

Yahaba quirks a smile, pushing his mask up his head.

“You’re alive.”

Kyoutani looks at him intently and all of the things that they’ve gone through for the past month seems to flash in his mind.

“Yes I am.”

i haven’t watched tokyo ghoul but i understood everything perfectly. such is the power of f*cking kickass writing

*cue ugly crying and a lot of unresolved angst*

like the grief??????? ruin me please thank you 🙏 (i think i’m a little masochistic)

rare pairs

mannequin men by surveycorpsjean ☆ | M

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tuskishima]

The modelling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path.

In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.

i did not expect this to be good, and it wasn’t. it was SPLENDID.

akaashi is so enamoured with them from the get go i love it

a tiny bit of angst that stabbed me in the heart, but the happy ending soothed it (thankfully, because if there wasn’t one i will sue)

characterisation, writing, plot development; everything is great. can you tell i’m running out of synonyms for ‘beautiful’

feel like gold by heronfem ☆☆ | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/kenma]

In which Kenma is unapologetic and comfortable with who he is, Akaashi learns a lot about himself in a short period of time, Kuroo is wildly in love and an eternal survivor, and Bokuto remembers that love doesn't cure mental illness, but having a support system sure helps a lot.

Or, the one where 4 young men get together, and are helplessly, hopelessly, utterly in love despite everything.

e.e. cummings?? poetry??? f*ck yes

so beautiful. i’m so star-struck by this fic it’s simply stunning

there are no words to fully capture how worth your time and heart and mind reading this fic is so please. do yourself a favour, and fall in love with this fic with me

the sky and guilt are the only feelings i have left by oopsthisisqueertoo ☆☆ | not rated

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo]

Akaashi is at his wits end. He feels nothing. He's quickly crumbling as a human being. He wants nothing but sweet release of death. In his fourth year of college he drafts a plan for his suicide. He is to graduate, publish writing for others to be inspired by, and slip quietly away. Shortly after, he meets a dog walker named Bokuto who asks him out and Akaashi reluctantly agrees. Nothing matters anymore and he treats Bokuto like an obligation. Until he's not anymore.

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPTS & DEPRESSION

this was... this gutted me entirely and filled my body with too many shades of agony

arguably one of the best haikyuu fics i’ve ever read

so beautiful in the most painful way fathomable; strongly recommend

april to may by surveycorpsjean | T

[bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima]

They're an odd family.

The four of them? Parents?

But still, they're a family.

So they'll support each other until the end.

aaahhhhh third gym as parents 🥺

so much fluff. i also love april and may

they’re still so in love there’s love in every millimetre of this fic :”)

that’s it for now! i’ll add more if i come across anymore good fics. i hope you enjoyed this list! if you have any requests/fic recs, or if u just wanna chat, feel free to just ask! hehe 🥰 k aight bye~

[whumpmatsus]

Heeey if still taking requests could you write one 3-D. Maybe Todomatsu or Jyushimatsu. Plz and thanks

Ultimate Whump Writing Meme! / ACCEPTING!

3. Acute non-infectious conditions

D: Hypothermia

I went ahead and did both of them because Suematsu is too good!!

there's a good amount of Allmatsu mixed in too though, enjoooooooy 💛💖

-

“Rain, rain, go away… don’t… aaahahaha, how does the rest of that song go, Totty? Does it just keep repeating ‘go away’?? That’d be silly.”

Totty groans as he trudges through the streets with his immediate older brother, trying to see their way through the sheets of rain that have begun to fall. It wasn’t like this when they set out to the bar; it was actually supposed to be really nice today. Damn weathergirl, being super cute but horrible at her job.

“I don’t know how that stupid thing goes,” he mutters. The rain suddenly starts coming down even harder, and he quickly scurries closer to Jyushimatsu’s side. Why is this so freaking scary? It’s just rain.

They shouldn’t be having this hard a time finding their way home. They both know the neighborhood like the back of their hand. It might have something to do with the fact that, although they’re not outright drunk, they’re a little tipsy, and the rain is making it hard to see exactly where they are.

To his credit, Jyushimatsu circles an arm around his younger brother as soon as Totty presses up against him. “Awwww, Totty! Are you okay?”

He lets out a small huff. Even though he has trouble being vulnerable with his big brothers sometimes, it’s easier with Jyushimatsu. Besides, in this situation, he can’t very well just pretend not to be scared. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. I’m just really cold and I wanna be home. Do you know where the hell we are?”

“Mmmmmmm…” The fifth eldest’s eyes go wide and catlike, then he laughs as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Nope! It’s pretty cold out, though, huh?”

“And rainy, which is making it worse!” Totty winces at his own voice; he can see where his brothers might think he’s a little whiny. “We’re getting wet, nii-san. Look, my hoodie’s all…” He waves his sleeve. “… Soppy! We’re gonna catch colds and be in bed for a freaking month.”

Jyushimatsu blows a raspberry. “Pbblhht! We’ll be fine, Totty! Aaaah, it is pretty cold, though… maybe we should stop at a cafe or something and try to dry off.”

“And how do you propose we do that? We don’t know where anything is, so how are we gonna find a door to anywhere, much less a cafe?”

“Hmmmm… I dunno. Well, we’ve gotta keep walking anyway, otherwise we’ll never get anywhere.”

Totty pouts and leans against Jyushimatsu’s shoulder. He’s looking for warmth, but his brother is just as freezing as he is. There’s no heat to be found out here at all. The two of them are drenched, the rain refuses to let up, and the few beers they had don’t seem to be doing either of them any favors.

“I just wanna go home… how can we not know where we are?” He nuzzles in, and Jyushimatsu’s hug gets a little bit tighter. “A-ah… it’s getting really cold, Jyushimatsu-nii-san. My clothes are soaked now and it’s making me feel really heavy, like it’s hard to move.”

Jyushimatsu pauses in walking to contemplate that, noticing that he kind of feels the same way. The water has seeped into his clothes, causing every step to feel like he’s being weighed down. “Hahhhh, gosh… well. Maybe since we’re so tired, we should stop and rest a little bit? Even if we’ll still be getting rained on, a tiny break might make us feel better.”

A soft hum is what he gets in response. “Maybe…? I’m not really that tired, but sometimes sitting for a minute charges your energy back up a bit. Looks like there might be a building here… should we sit down?”

“Yeah, sitting down sounds great!” Jyushimatsu feels in front of the two of them for a second, then plops down. Predictably, the action takes Totty with him, and the two youngest brothers are collapsed against the side of a building in a tangled heap of limbs.

Totty eagerly snuggles into his big brother, a series of shivers running through his body. “O-oh, my God. Nii-san, I’m really c-cold.” It’s as though he didn’t fully process how much heat he didn’t have until he wasn’t moving anymore. At least walking kept their blood pumping a little. Now that they’re not moving, the chill starts to set in even more.

“Y… yeah, me too…” Jyushimatsu puts both arms around Totty, and a nearly identical volley of shudders makes him shake as well. His breath begins to quicken; worse is that he notices Totty’s doing the same thing. “Hey… Totty… d-do you feel kind of like… my heart is…”

“T-trying to pound out of your chest? Yeah, m-mine’s doing that too.” The youngest whimpers and buries his face in Jyushimatsu’s neck.

A few seconds pass like this, with both of them curled against the building, shivering in each other’s arms. The rain is still pelting them with an onslaught of icy droplets and making everything worse.

Totty whimpers quietly. “J-Jyushimatsu-nii-san… maybe we should… try knocking o-on the building? If there’s somebody inside, th-they might take us in to warm up until the rain’s over…”

“Haaaah…? Oh. Oh, good idea, Totty!” His hand is shaking as he lifts it up. Somehow, though, he manages to rap his knuckles a few times on what he thinks is the door.

“There…” His cheeks are starting to itch from the cold wind, so he’s hoping if he can keep Totty tucked against him, that’ll keep the youngest from feeling it too badly. “It’s okay, Totty… s-someone’s gonna come help us!”

-

The two youngest sextuplets don’t really know how lucky they are or how bad a fate this could have been until the door opens and they hear a familiar voice shrieking, “Oh, my God! Osomatsu! They’re right out here!”

There’s a huge clamor to get them inside, and once they are, they both shiver more from the sudden leap in temperature; a warm house interior is vastly different from the frigid downpour outside. It was Choromatsu who opened the door and starts instantly trying to strip his brothers down, herding them into the bathroom. He’s talking a mile a minute, saying that they were all just getting ready to come out and look for Jyushimatsu and Totty, and practically yelping when he touches them.

“You guys are ice-cold! Osomatsu, get in here and grab the thermometer!” he calls as he starts by pulling Totty’s hoodie off. “If their temps are under 32, we’re gonna have to take them to the hospital.”

Osomatsu is there at lightning speed, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for the thermometer. “32?!Can our thermometer even read that low??” He finally yanks it out, giving it a brief rinse before sticking it under Totty’s armpit now that his shirt is off. “What the hell were you two douches doing just sitting in the fucking rain like that?!”

“We were j-just resting!” is Jyushimatsu’s defense. “We couldn’t find our way home f-from the bar ‘cause the rain was r-really coming down… and our clothes felt all heavy from the rain… s-so we just… thought we’d sit for a second. We were kind of c-cold and wet…”

“K-kind of?” Choromatsu all but rips Jyushimatsu’s hoodie off. “The two of you are dripping like bad mascara! You’ll be lucky if you don’t end up with pneumonia!”

Osomatsu lets out a hiss as he sits Totty down so he can tug the youngest’s jeans off. “No, they’re lucky I don’t treat them like the babies they are and shove the thermometer up their asses! Next time, you shit-for-brains call your big brothers and one of us will come pick you up! You can’t walk home in the fucking rain like that, and you definitely can’t sit down in the fucking rain like that!”

“W-we’re sorry…” Totty mumbles. “My phone was dead and… and we had a few drinks… i-it started raining out of nowhere!”

While Choromatsu busies himself with taking Jyushimatsu’s capri pants off, the other two brothers hover at the doorway. “Are they okay?” Karamatsu is the first to speak up.

“They look like a couple of drowned rats,” Ichimatsu scoffs.

The thermometer beeps, and Osomatsu pulls it out to look at it. “Choromatsu, it’s, like… 34.6.”

Choromatsu looks like he wants to explode, but instead he takes a deep breath so he doesn’t start screaming his head off. “Okay… okay, that’s not as bad as it could be. They’ve got hypothermia, but I’m pretty sure that temperature is in the range for it being mild. So they shouldn’t need the hospital… we just have to warm them up. And they’re still shivering, which is a good sign. Take Jyushimatsu’s temperature too, just in case, okay?”

The second and fourth eldest shift over by the door, exchanging a glance with each other. “What do you want us to do?” Karamatsu asks, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“Yeah,” Ichimatsu adds, “how do we get them warmed up from this?”

Choromatsu takes another breath, seeming to collect his thoughts. “Well, Osomatsu and I are going to get them out of these wet clothes and into their pajamas. Karamatsu, can you make them each a cup of tea? Warm but not piping hot, and put some honey and agave in it. And Ichimatsu, pull out some blankets, please. Make sure the kotatsu is on, too, but on, like, the medium setting. Since it’s not that bad, they should be able to warm up under their own power with a little help.”

Karamatsu and Ichimatsu look at each other again, then nod. “We’re on the case, brothers! Don’t worry about a thing; you’ll be warm and cozy before you know it!”

“Yeah, we’ll take care of it.” Ichimatsu nudges his big brother as if to lead him off into the other rooms. “C’mon, Kara. Let’s go get everything set up.”

Karamatsu bobs his head again, then the two of them are gone to carry out their jobs.

Osomatsu pulls the thermometer out from under Jyushimatsu’s arm. “He’s 34.7, Choro.”

“O-okay… good, so, they’re both just about the same. Can you get them dried off while I go grab their pajamas?”

“Yeah, no problem.” Osomatsu dashes out briefly to get a couple of towels, and quickly throws both of them over each of his brothers. “You guys… can’t leave my baby brothers alone for two seconds… Totty, I know your phone was dead, but what about Jyushi’s?”

Jyushimatsu yanks the towel down off his head and reaches over to start helping dry Totty off. His only little brother is doing slightly worse than he is ― teeth chattering, his whole body shaking like a leaf, and tears down his cheeks, probably brought on by simply being so uncomfortable and having their big brothers scolding them. “I forgot mine when we left,” he admits. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t think we were gonna b-be gone that long!”

“Okay, but then why didn’t you just use the bar’s phone??”

Totty whimpers as he leans in to Jyushimatsu rubbing the towel over him. “L-like we said… we had a few drinks… I-I guess we just… didn’t think about it…”

At least the sigh Osomatsu gives doesn’t seem like he’s going to keep yelling at them; more than anything the rest of their brothers appear relieved that the two of them are okay. “Well, next time just try to stop and think. If you hadn’t made it back here, we might not have found you till things were a lot worse. You know there’s such a thing as freezing to death, right? It’s cold enough that if you spent much longer out there, you guys would’ve had to go to the hospital to have this taken care of.”

He moves over to vigorously rub the other towel over Jyushimatsu’s body to dry him off, evidently content to let the fifth eldest take care of drying Totty. “Thank God we can just take care of you here. Are you guys feeling a little less soggy now?”

“A-a little,” Totty murmurs. “I’m still shivery, though. D-did Choromatsu-nii-san say we get tea…?”

As if on cue, Choromatsu slips back into the room with a change of clothes. He takes over the towel from Jyushimatsu’s hands, giving a last once-over to finish drying Totty off. “Yeah, Karamatsu is making you guys some tea. And we’ll get you settled under the kotatsu, and one of us will cuddle up on each side of you to get you warm.”

He sighs, giving them both a relieved smile; he looks a little less anxious than he did a minute ago. “Hopefully we got you inside soon enough to keep you guys from catching cold.”

“― Hhts’CHUU! IshHUU!” Without warning Totty snaps his head down into the towel, muffling a couple of high-pitched sneezes. Almost immediately after another violent shudder runs through him.

“Maybe I spoke too soon,” Choromatsu chuckles, pulling Totty’s pajama pants up over his hips. “Bless you. Come on, let’s finish getting you dressed and then you two can relax. Sorry if it seemed like we were upset with you… we’re just worried. This could have been a lot worse.”

Osomatsu mirrors the gesture, tugging Jyushimatsu’s clothes on. “It’s okay, though. You’re home now, so we can take care of you. Let’s get you two dickholes warmed up, okay?”

Choromatsu hums in agreement. “Bring the thermometer with you, Osomatsu. We should check their temps every so often to make sure they’re warming up.”

Both of the youngest are still shivering as they’re guided out of the bathroom and downstairs to the kotatsu. They’re greeted with Ichimatsu wrapping blankets around them as soon as they sit down, not quite surprised by the way he tucks the ends snugly around his brothers. (As much as he pretends not to give a shit, anyone who really knows him knows that he’s gentle when one of them needs care.)

After that’s done, Ichimatsu settles in against Jyushimatsu’s side, and Choromatsu goes over to press in next to Totty, while Osomatsu vanishes into the kitchen. Although they’re both grateful for their older brothers’ presence, they’re also snuggling in with each other.

Only a second later, Karamatsu and Osomatsu reappear from the kitchen, each carrying a bowl and a mug. “There’s the tea,” Karamatsu announces, “but I also took the liberty of heating up a can of soup. Any other time I would make it from scratch myself… since time is of the essence in this situation, however, it will have to suffice.”

Jyushimatsu reaches forward for the bowls, scooting one closer to Totty before taking a sip himself. “Mmmmmm! Th-thanks, Karamatsu-nii-san. Drink up, Totty!”

“It won’t k-keep us from getting sick,” the youngest mutters, nuzzling against Jyushimatsu’s shoulder. “Mm… it smells good, though.” He takes a gulp from his tea first, letting out an almost blissful sigh after he swallows. “Ooh… i-it’s really sweet… yum…”

As the two of them slurp their tea and soup, Osomatsu sits down next to Choromatsu and Karamatsu lowers himself into the spot beside Ichimatsu. All their older brothers are watching them intently, probably still a little spooked from finding the two of them so close to trouble.

Once a few minutes pass and Jyushimatsu and Totty have each gotten some of the warm fluids down, Osomatsu gets up from his seat to check their temperatures again. Though he gets a little grumbling for his efforts, he lets out a sigh when he plops back down beside Choromatsu.

“Phew, it looks like we’re going the right way here,” Osomatsu laughs, showing off the thermometer to the third eldest. “35 and 35.1, they’re climbing.”

Choromatsu nods and gives Totty a gentle push to take another few sips of his soup. “Well, it’s slow going, but at least they didn’t go down even more. At this rate, they should be back to normal in a few hours.”

By this point, both of the youngest are starting to feel much better. Being in dry clothes is like heaven, and the soup and tea are warming them from the inside out. Not to mention, being nestled between their brothers, having so much kind attention lavished on them, helps a lot.

After Totty takes another few swallows, he presses himself up against Jyushimatsu’s neck, just the same as he did when they were outside. “Mm… th-thanks for getting us back home, nii-san…”

“Aaaah!” Jyushimatsu lets out a laugh that’s a bit softer than his usual one. He shifts around, putting an arm around his little brother. “I didn’t really know we were h-home, but… I was really trying!”

Totty smiles, cuddling into the hug ever farther. “Well, we’re home now… I-I feel a lot better.”

The rain continues to come down outside… but now they’re safe.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Love the request. Your writing is really good! I wonder what a Warden!Yuji is like in the Breakout verison or man..maybe Warden!Megumi for Kisho?

((Hello again and you are welcome dear anon. I'm glad to hear you liked it. Also thank you! <3 I just write for fun but it makes me happy hearing you like them. :3 As to the question, Warden!Yuji is a bit different. He's a bit more rougher as a warden knowing he would have punished Jinx to the point that she would be breaking over and over. Even if he means to show discipline over his captive prisoner or her fighting for dominance. lol))

((But if you wanna a short version of that, I can write something of a example with Megumi and Kisho. Just a moment. But to make things clear Kisho belongs to @chunibyo-x-sorcerer that's a side blog run by @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

"Nuggghh....mmmmmmmm...mmmmm.."

A weak shudder was heard in a special room in the prison that only Warden Megumi knew of. He did have the keys to it but it was a special room for one prisoner that seems to always misbehave. Right now, he was in this room but looking quiet as his prisoner.

"Tch...again you seem to never learn do you haaaa Hashimoto? How many times do I have to do this so you would behave??" he said while giving another smack to someone's rear seeing them shaking while being tied up on the bed.

The prisoner in question was 42A or a.k.a Daichi Pheon-X or his other name being Kisho Hashimoto. The known criminal that uses his cursed techniques for his own gain. However, he got caught by Warden Megumi after his last attempt of a break in. He's had him in his prison for a while now but even from the start he has caused trouble for many inmates. Even the other officers.

When he even attacked Megumi trying to get out, that was a mistake. So he takes it upon himself to punish him whenever he acts out of line. Resulting to now.

Kisho was shaking on his knees being spanked by him using his hand seeing the red handprints. He even had something in him that was teasing his own spots. A collar was seen on his neck that Megumi was holding Kisho's head down as he was pleasuring him.

He was moving his head slowly up and down, sucking him off using his handcuffed wrists to stroke while moving his head. His eyes were closed as he did only to yelp from another smack to his rear. He quickens his hand and head, hearing Megumi groan.

"Come on, good little phoenix......though it's shocking your taking a liking to these punishments. What a naughty bird you are." he growls only to feel Kisho pull his head up, panting loudly as he was moaning out in the room.

"Ahhhhh n..not m..mmmmmmm...my fault warden Fushiguro mmmm I..I can't help it w..when you punish m..me l...like this. But it's too g..good not to be naughty once in a w..w...while. You seem to not m..mind it d..do you?" he chuckled to look up at him but Megumi glares pulling at the collar hearing him shudder.

"Don't get smart with me Kisho...you know better.." he warns and yet a dark chuckle slips from the phoenix that he looks up with his eyes covered by his dark wild brown hair with one red streak covering those seductive eyes of his. He seen those eyes glow a pinkish hue when he's aroused and horny but this only made him sit up to lean against him.

"What are y-" right away, Kisho kisses Megumi deeply.

"Mmmmmm~" His kiss was hot just like the flames of the phoenix but it was intoxicating that he wanted more of it. Megumi was about to hear Kisho's moans in the kiss before breaking it.

"hhhhaaa...haaaaa....."

"D..damn it Kisho b..behave yourself.." He groans but Kisho panted too lost to.

"B..but I can't h..help it...being naughty is fun. That means we can play more and more the worse I get. Besides, you love punishing me..I can tell. And you know it. Don't you remember the nights you fucked me all night and away from those other prisoners?"

"......" Megumi knew and he remembers. When they did it the first time. It was in the heat of the moment. But ever since, they done it in his office, his cell, in hidden rooms, even in this private room. As Megumi thinks Kisho smiled to lick his neck.

"You remember don't you? All those heated nights..the pleasure we got drunk on...it was good right?"

"I......"

"Mmmmm....besides, your already so hard down here...right?" He whispered against his lips but his eyes were hidden still. His handcuffed hands lower down now stroking him that he hisses and growls as Kisho leans up kissing his neck slowly.

"Even now..your so aroused.....your hard and wanting to punish me....right Fushiguro-sama?" he panted already wanting it so badly. He felt empty without the warden being inside and yet Megumi was panting feeling his hips bucking into his hands. Damn this bird! But..hearing and seeing him doing this was too arousing to ignore.

"St...stop stroking....." He panted heavily feeling the kisses become bites that he feels Kisho grinding against him slowly, moaning softly into his ear.

"Haaaaa...hhhaaaaaa..w..won't you punish m..me, Fushiguro-sama?..Please..I want you to fuck me again. I want you to take me again and again and again..till I'm full of your cum....." he begs that Megumi grips the sheets wanting to but he sees Kisho only lean back to look up at him.

"F..Fushiguro-sama...Fushiguro-s..sama...Fushiguro-sama..." he begs still stroking him more and more that he was in between his legs wanting more of him. Wanting him to play with him again. "You can d..do what you like..you can punish me however you want..j..just please...please let me have it.." He leans in about to kiss his lips again.

Already annoyed, he growls only to have his shadows tie Kisho up and have him land on the bed. He gasped from that only to lay on his front. He shook knowing he might have pushed it and yet, he was feeling his hands touching his back moving down.

"F...fushiguro-Nugghha!!" suddenly he feels something push into him but was thrusting into him. It wasn't Megumi but he was panting already wanting to but he had to punish Kisho first.

"Ahhhhhhh..ahhhhhhh!!! F..fuck! S..something i..is.......mmmmmm!!" He grinds his hips already drooling from the pleasure but he felt some shifting to feeling his chin held and lifted up. He felt the bangs moved showing his lust filled glowing eyes.

His kissable lips were parted while moaning seeing Megumi looking at him with hunger in his eyes. It made him shake on the bed but he couldn't stop moaning being tied up and teased like this.

"...You want me to punish you...then fine...I'll let you be punished before you get this.." he said stroking himself that Kisho slowly reaches wanting it.

Before his fingers brush against it, he sees Megumi increase the vibrations as he screams out gripping the sheets.

"Ohhh f...fuckkkkkk!! Oh...f...mmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!" He bit into the sheets but Megumi was enjoying the view seeing him even grinding into the bed wanting relief. It was like he was in heat begging for the shadow warden to claim him.

"Ahhhh p..please..please please please I..."

"Not yet...your still being punished...if your good then I'll give you want you want...." he said looking at him. "And when I do..you'll be screaming my name all night till you know who you belong to.." he whispered as he keeps watching him during his punishment.

Kisho only moans but he looks up at him being seductive again to whimper again.

"Y..Yesssss...mmmmmmm....F..fushiguro-s..sama...."

[marcilled]

Hi! I really enjoy your minecraft posting, and I just wanted to know if there are any mods you recommend/like, particularly for singleplayer/smaller servers?

Thank you!

MMMMMMM... i don't have time to respond to this the way i want to properly right now. but uh, i dont play with any mods that are inherently incompatible with "vanilla" gameplay, cuz i like to play on vanilla servers. as of recent i have been getting more and more interested in modded gameplay, particularly fabric mods, though...!

there's a lot of great fabric mods i could recommend, even just for improving/tweaking the vanilla gameplay. i want to... write a proper post about this... but it's actually a project i've been meaning to do on like. a website. (i wanna set up a neocities website and this just seems like something that'd be perfect to host on there)

but off the top of my head, i recommend these mods (look them up on modrinth/curseforge, lmk if you need help):

Performance:

Sodium

Lithium

Starlight

LazyDFU

EnhancedBlockEntities

Ferritecore

You need these for most other mods to function:

Fabric API (most of these other mods will crash without this)

ModMenu (so you can manage your mods)

Cloth Config / Cloth API

fabric-language-kotlin (needed for capes mod, some others)

Optifine feature parity:

Iris, Iridium (Shaders / compat for other mods that modify textures)

OkZoomer

Lambdabettergrass, Lambdynamiclights (better grass/snow, dynamic lighting)

Animatica, capes, cem, CIT Resewn, continuity, reesessodiumoptions, sodium-extra, colormatic when it's updated (capes, connected textures, support for ctm resource packs, other misc. optifine features)

Little tweaks/fixes/performance boosts:

Tiefix (bugfixes, removes microsoft's telemetry)

Chatlagfix (fixes dumb mojang lagspike)

fastopenlinksandfolders (see above)

languagereload (see above)

itemmodelfix

Clean F3

Tooltipfix

NotEnoughCrashes (just nice to have when dealing with any significant amt of mods)

Useful client-side mods:

Minihud, Malilib (nice, super-customizable hud, overlays, etc.)

Xaero's minimap/worldmap

DCCH / MoreChatHistory

BetterMountHUD

DynamicFPS

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there's more that i use/could link, these are just the ones that i think are most noteworthy. also, if you want something that's easy to drop-in and replace optifine with, there's a modpack called Fabulously Optimized that exists for this purpose: (x). (Make sure you grab the version for MultiMC, unless you actually do use the curseforge launcher for some reason (why?))

i want to do a more detailed write-up on this time, but for now i hope this helps ^^

[kawaonago]

1, 9, 16, 18 & 22 for the multi meme

Which muses is/are your favorites ?

truth, they've all been my favorite at one point time. there are points where I won't touch any of my ocs but one for three or four months, before moving onto a new favorite. currently my hyperfocus is on Nora as I wanna write cyborg shit so bad, I've been wanting to write final fantasy for EVER and not got a chance to write.

Which of your muses do you most identify with? Why?

answered !

What is a fandom you used to write in the past ?

WOO THATS A DOOZY, I used to write a little bit of everything. any major anime ? probably fucking wrote it. I started writing self inserts to ship with Vegeta in DBZ. ( is this a joke who knows ) anw I went through a big literature phase, which was kicked off by my Harry Potter obsession. ( Draco Malfoy MMMMMMM yes also Cedric, I literally read the books to get more of Cedric's character and he's so much better in the books. ) My literature phase was killed by Twilight. ( team jasper, and didn't stop me from writing it. I went into supernatural, doctor who directly after that and Jensen Ackles could have his way with me every which way til Sunday still to this day he's aging like fine wine and that's on being a good person. I wrote Anna, and was literally the only person alive who shipped her with Castiel, which was supposed to be Canon til the fans HATED on her enough they killed her off.

a lot. little bit of everything really.

Share an opinion you have about multimuse blogs.

that they are of the utmost convienence and I should have done this a long time ago. I don't have time to run multiple blogs, and I've wanted rp friends that I could write multiple threads/ships/fandoms with forever and never had any of that til making a multimuse blog. my ADHD never lets me hyper focus on the same thing long enough.

List some of favorite multimuse blogs.

preface this with: if I follow u I genuinely love your blog and your muses and want to interact with u in any way possible.

@primasolaris - it took me a minute to follow her NGL bc I was intimidated. now she's probably the mutual I find the easiest to talk to. i followed for the writing ( bc at one point, she did write *shade button* ) , stayed for the astrology shitposting, and good taste in muses ngl. everything I've watched or read on her recommendation, or listened to, has been really good. @killedarlings - even tho I'm really too shy ( or maybe I just know I'm annoying, my self awareness is profound ) to talk to them a lot ooc so I can not say much on that front, but they are easily to plot with, I'm here for the writing and wanna shove all my muses down their throat. @kwisatzhadcrach purely for the vibes and they're posts make me laugh. they also have good taste in muses, especially some really obscure ones that are hard to find anyone taking up. @katebaikiru so easy to plot with, and genuinely enjoyable as a person. open to throwing random muses together and seeing what happens and I love that shit.