#mostly because everything we send there fucking melts

[an-atlas-or-other]

I saw a comment of yours on this post that said "reblog if you're 104% okay with someone asking you a bunch of questions" and idk when you said that but I don't want a King Of Acting Normal prize so Tell me about Space

Hello yes you are now my favourite person ever

Where do I even start? Well I’m working on a paper about Mars so let’s talk about that

You know how it’s generally accepted that Mars used to have liquid water on its surface and was generally a whole lot less desolate and depressing than it now is (that being, a rusty red desert)? (A redert, if you will—) Well, that’s because Mars has no magnetosphere to protect it from solar wind. A magnetosphere is what gives a planet its poles — north and south. It also protects a planet from solar wind by creating a sort of shield out of its magnetic field. Since Mars doesn’t have one, most of the atmosphere it catches just gets blown away. It’s also why it has such extreme temperatures — no atmosphere means it can’t homogenize itself, which is why it reaches upwards of 10°C and as low as -150°C, depending on where on the planet you’re measuring from and if you’re facing the sun.

So why doesn’t Mars have a magnetosphere? Well, we think that up until relatively recently, it did. To explain why it doesn’t anymore, we’re going to have to talk about why magnetospheres exist in the first place. Remember how you studied the layers of the Earth in middle school? How Earth has a liquid metal core? That core is why we have a magnetosphere. It basically acts as a massive magnet, generating a magnetic field around the entire planet and extending into space.

Mars is a little smaller and older than Earth, so scientists think that Mars has cooled down enough for its liquid core to have shrunk, weakening the magnetosphere over time until it was so weak it couldn’t protect the planet. However, we do think that when Mars did have a strong magnetosphere, Mars would have been healthy enough to be covered in liquid water like Earth and maybe even be capable of supporting life.

[ink-n-shadow]

Hello!

Could I request a Ghost scenario where his s/o struggles with over-sexualization because of past events that happened to them? S/o Would struggle with their intrusive thoughts and self-worth, feeling disgusted with themselves, and Ghost can relate to them and would help them through it. Mostly looking for hurt/comfort. If there's NSFW, It'll be very soft and wholesome, nothing rough.

thank youuu

PS: I really love your writing <3

this ask really hurt me and made me whole all at once ;-;

MORE THAN JUST A BODY

𝜗𝜚 the one where simon reminds you that you're worth more than you think

𝜗𝜚 pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: annoyed!simon at the beginning, mentions of past relationships/trauma, oversexualization, sweet!simon, hurt/comfort themes, unedited (so sorry), allusions to smut (minors—DNI)

“c’mon—si, please?” your words are a breathy whine, lips pouting out and eyebrows pinched taut in the middle of your forehead. you squirm in the position you have in his lap, fingers squeezing at his shoulders, desperate for his fingers skirting up your thigh and under the hem of your shorts.

simon lets out a loud groan, one full of annoyance and frustration. his fingers grip onto your shoulders, albeit not hard, and gently push you off of his lap so you’re standing in front of his sitting form on the couch.

“jesus, darlin’—i said no, ‘kay? not in the fuckin’ mood right now.” simon’s annoyance immediately melts away once he sees the tears in your eyes, his eyebrows furrowing for a split second as his lips purse. before he can speak, you’re already turning away with hot embarrassed cheeks and teary lashes.

you’re almost to the bedroom down the hall by the time simon catches up with you, gripping your wrist and pulling you back around to face him. “l-leave me alone, simon.”

simon scoffs at your petulance, removing his fingers around your wrist to take both of your cheeks into the palms of his hands. “what’s gotten into you, huh? why’re you cryin’ because i won’t fuck you right this second?”

“because—” a frustrated sigh rocks your chest, and if it wasn’t for simon’s gentle grip on your face, you would’ve turned away and tried to compose yourself before speaking. instead, you’re forced to pull steady breaths in to avoid the looming panic attack threatening to seize hold. “—it makes me feel…like you don’t like me anymore.”

everything in simon’s face softens at your words, his fingers twitching at your cheeks before he pulls you into a warm hug. he lets you bury your face into his chest, one of his hands finding solace in your mess of hair and the other tracing soothing patterns into the base of your spine. his chin nestles on the crown of your head, dipping against your skull with each syllable he spoke. “lovie…y’know that’s not true. what have we talked about before, hmm?”

you and simon had talked about this very thing many times before. and it was always good conversation. simon wasn’t like the other people you’d dated or messed around with in the past, and you knew that, of course. but that didn’t mean that those old feelings and traumas didn’t still linger deep inside of you, like a dying hearth waiting to be stoked back to life.

your sigh comes out warbled and muffled against simon’s chest, arms tightening around his muscled abdomen as you shake your head a bit. “i know but—”

“but nothin'. you mean more to me than just your body, ‘member? just ‘cuz i don’t want to fuck you right this second doesn’t mean i won’t want to fuck you later.” the way simon runs his calloused hands along your upper arms sends a calming wave through your body, just enough to combat the anxiety coursing through you.

an almost defeated whimper falls from your lips, one of the arms currently locked around simon's abdomen coming up to swipe at the sticky tear stains covering your cheeks. you don't muster up any words other than a wavering apology, the barest and quietest 'i'm sorry, si' you could speak, eyes fluttering anywhere but up at his eyes above you.

"none of that, yeah? nothin' to be sorry about. i get it, lovie—a hundred and ten percent." simon presses the gentlest kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and conditioner eagerly. "now—how about we put on a movie and have a little cuddle? maybe after you calm down a bit, i'll run my tongue between those pretty little thighs of yours and show you how much i adore you."

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[ladymorghul]

😭 Davos is more hurt by the whole thing than Aeron 😭

it actually sends me wild thinking about them, the ways they must have grown up, how their families must have been.

Like Willem is Not a chill guy!! What abt the rest of the family 😭

And Davos attracted to Aeron, bc he’s generally calmer, he can be pushed into an attack but it won’t come out of nowhere, he doesn’t revel in the violence. Bc Aeron is, at heart, a gentler soul

aeron gives him some space to calm down and then goes to him and cups his face and gently presses their lips together. he can see tears in davos eyes and he knows davos is doing everything in his power not to shed them. aeron holds him and davos cannot fight back against that. he hugs aeron back and melts into him, apology after apology. aeron kisses his brow and tells him it's not his fault.

it actually sends me wild thinking about them, the ways they must have grown up, how their families must have been.

i'm thinking blackwood boys, especially those so close to the main family line, are raised up to be hardened warriors so they're not easily taken down.

i'm also thinking of that first ned and bran scene, taking him to the execution so early. and how worshipping the old gods also plays a role in how davos is raised.

they're not different to bracken children/teens, they mostly yearn for the same things, but the shaping of the youth is harder on the blackwoods and that's obvious in davos.

willem is strict and he does love davos and his family in his own way, even with the violence. (and i'd like to imagine that after much angst he realizes there's little he can do to fight against what davos' heart dictates for him. but of course that doesn't come easy to willem and he does put davos through unnnecessary pain.)

i was looking at the bracken boys and they do seem softer around the edges. amos is a hardened men, a brave man who stood against willem and daemon and a dragon and said fuck that. i don't think the brackens are raised to be softer than that even if they seem like it. aeron was clearly nervous in his scene with davos but he stood his ground to the very end. you could make a point about how ready aeron was to physically fight davos, but that's separate from his determination to stand his ground and "dare" davos back. and we don't even know who killed aeron really.

idk honestly i'm just rambling.

And Davos attracted to Aeron, bc he’s generally calmer, he can be pushed into an attack but it won’t come out of nowhere, he doesn’t revel in the violence. Bc Aeron is, at heart, a gentler soul

and also because he has that knightly nature. you don't need to go seek violence and it's not a tool to use at any whim, it's a weapon to be used when necessary for what is right.

[fullsunised]

NCT DREAM REACTION : CHAPTER THREE

nct dream x idol? reader

when you sneak into his dorm, because you miss him.

trigger warnings: fluff

a/n: maybe I should start writing short scenarios🤔

all my love

MARK LEE

❝dude, what the fuck❞

boy's scared. why the fuck would someone just knock on his window out of no where. with something in his hand, he'd walk and slowly draw the curtains away to reveal a fully covered face.

he's very alarmed until you remove everything that covered your face, and then he'd relax.

his eyes would be wide while he rushed to let you in. as soon as you step into his room, you hurry to hold him. it's been forever after all.... he'd chuckle softly wrapping his arms around you before sighing. the comfort you gave each other being enough to keep you going for the next few weeks.

RENJUN HUANG

❝come from the door next time, idiot❞

he's already sleeping. After a long day, he just wanted some sleep but a soft knock on his window pulled him away from his slumber. because he's too sleepy, he'd just walk to the window and open it.

you'd be shuffling to get in when he's fully awake. his eyes wide for a split moment. throwing himself on to his bed, you'd get comfortable breathing his scent in.

he'd have narrow eyes before giving in and rushing to cuddle you. After his arms are secured, he'd flick your forehead for playing such dangerous games but you whisper how much you missed him and he'd forgive you instantly.

JENO LEE

❝did you not get caught?❞

you'd send him a message before hand asking him to leave his window open and is the boy confused. why window? it wasn't until he saw you professionally climbing up his wall, and a tree he'd realise what was happening.

his eyes would melt into a smile watching you struggle getting in. being the good boyfriend he is he'd help you out. as soon as you were in close vicinity, you'd wrap your arms around him like a koala because you missed him bro.

he'd kiss your forehead, before taking you to the kitchen for some late night snacks.

HAECHAN LEE

❝you missed me huh? ❞

he wouldn't even listen to your knock the first time because he's busy playing with his head phones on. knowing this, you'd text him while hanging on to the tree next to his window. he'd come pull the curtains apart and laugh at you looking like an idiot.

taking a few pictures, he'd finally let you in. your first response after seeing him was to slap his arm. he'd yelp softly still laughing. a smirk would trace his face because his baby missed him. you know he's the happiest person ever when you admit it.

for the rest of the night, you'd sit on his lap while he gamed. your head buried in the crook of his neck, leaving haste kisses. bro in the mean time would be cooing at your cute self.

JAEMIN NA

❝you're actually so cute❞

he'd be worried first, because why did you leave him on read. all the worries would take over his head, that it would take him a minute to react to the knock. his eyes would widen before he'd burst into a wide grin.

giving you his arm, he'd let you in. you wouldn't waste a minute and pull him into a kiss, which he happily accepts his arms around your waist. when you mutter the three words, he'd melt into your arms.

picking you up, he'd drop you on to his bed and pull you closer into his chest. making a promise with himself to make up for all the time you've missed together.

CHENLE ZHONG

❝maybe we should move in together❞

he would be on his phone, scrolling through social media- mostly your's, updating himself with everything that's happening in your professional life when he hears a knock.

he'd have a vase in his hand ready to smash it in whosoever head until he notices you. his heart would melt. opening the door, he'd pull you in. you'd instantly push yourself into his arms, closing your eyes and relaxing while he watches you with a smile.

both of you later would rest against the headboard of the bed, and scroll through instagram together. your heart satisfied cause you were in his arms after forever. no cocky chenle, cause he's tired :)

JISUNG PARK

❝you could've broken your bones❞

he'd be worried first, scared first. when he sees you hanging onto the branch, with your hand stretched forward to jump in. he didn't know you did this before after all.

as soon as you land inside, he'd cup your face and check for any injuries cause who does that? when you reassure him you're alright, it hits him. his girlfriend just snuck in. he'd be a blushing mess after that.

you'd pull him onto his bed, and move as close to him. because distance is a no. he'd chuckled wrapping arms around you. he'd watch you drift of to sleep before kissing your forehead and falling asleep himself.

fullsunised.

[halliescomut]

Love Sea Ep 3 watch along

Okay, but that little reminder text is a perfect example of showing you care without saying you care. 🥹

Okay but sometimes Mame is unexpectedly very deep and very good with words.

P'Vi confuses me. I do like the blunt honesty her and Rak have though. That's important in friends.

Mook is so absolutely adorable. If Vi makes her cry I will figure out how to kick the ass of a fictional character.

So it seems their dad did worse than just leave them based on that convo between Rak and his sister. (I think I remember discussion of that from where ppl were discussing the novel on Twitter, but I did make the decision to not try and read the novel first.)

I kinda wanna know where all of Mut's button-up shirts are from. I really like them.

Rak being all depressing and Mut and ....shoot I forgot his name again... going diving.

Mut(Fort really) is just so cuddle shaped.

On iQiYi the OST lyrics overlap with the actual captions and it's annoying as fuck

This fucking nosey ass 🤣🤣

The difference in aesthetics for their clothes here is so wild. I will say though that I like that there's wardrobe repetition. That's not always common in TV, and it really fucks with the believability. I know it's more common in Thai BL, but that's mostly bc so many involve ppl that wear a uniform of some sort (looking at you University BLs).

Interesting...very interesting. I talked.... somewhere... About how the social power dynamics at play here were dangerous because they were going into this whole thing without being honest (with themselves or each other) and it was going to have fallout.

I don't know if I'm surprised Mut took so long, or if maybe I expected him to take Rak's verbal abuse a little longer.....

A beautiful scene. It's a lovely bit of physical acting how Rak sort of melts into Mut.

I do think it's so funny how Mut always says he's so simple (and in some ways he is) but people seem to take it to mean not smart or clever, and he's very obviously both. I can't tell if he truly sees himself that way or if it's an attempt to have people underestimate him....maybe it's both.

Well now I'm just depressed. Thanks a lot Rak. But seriously, I do appreciate the clarification of the family dynamics. I'm also a bit surprised Rak is opening up so soon to Mut about this. Idk if it's because it's at the front of his mind, or if Mut's kind of easy acceptance of everything makes it seem easy...idk.

Ruh-ro raggy .... Rak thinks this is gonna be a failed experiment because he truly doesn't think real love exists, but I fear he will be wrong (this is a romance after all).

I'm curious about Mut's motivations though. I believe he believes in love. I also think he wants Rak to, or maybe just for Rak to have some peace? Idk. He's surprisingly hard to read. As much as I think he likes Rak (both as a person and a sex partner) I don't think he's fallen in love with him at this point.

While I do love a fake dating storyline ... I'm still on the fence about P'Vi.

I feel like Fort had to carry Peat for a long time for this scene. I bet his arms were killing him. (Though we've seen the gym pics, I know he's been working out.)

That's so cute.

Oh yeah...slow mo pushing the hair back. Very Baywatch

Are we doing more beach sexy time?

I Guess Not. We're back at the keyboard.

You're gonna sit here and tell me that's not a goddamn puppy in human form??? LIES!!

He's goddamn adorable. I'd want one for myself if I wasn't Ace and had any idea what to do with one other than feed it and take it for walks.

Peat's got nice hands 🥵...send tweet.

That was such a sharp poke. OMG 🤣🤣

Okay but this is practically a still from the PaiSky fanfic I wrote. Linked here.

Rak likes cuddles. Cute little bean.

Palm ....that's his name. I was thinking Pond earlier, which is close. And now he's being nosey again.

Mut's face when Palm waved back🤣🤣🤣 Like bitch I ain't waving at you

I do think it's sweet how determined Palm is to be a good wingman though.

I do appreciate the love bite front and center. But what are our thoughts on whether it's makeup or a 'practical effect'?

"A dog in rut more like." "Well then his owners is as well." 🤣🤣

Mut's nervous to take Rak to his home. Sweet, but legit if Rak were to judge him for his home I would vote for kicking him to the curb, no matter how much I like him.

Ahhhhh.....so Ja is VI's costar...okay. God I forget how fucking tall he is. Mans practically a redwood.

Is this like Wedding Plan, but make it straight???

I know that bunny purse is entirely impractical for the person I am, but it's so cute.

It really is weird people would be claiming boob job when I think Vi is a B cup on a good day.

Very impressive just fully ignoring the sexuality question Vi.

Mook, babes....you gave in way too fast.

"I'm not bi." I know a lie by omission when I see one. That statement does not equal that you are straight.

You are a damn liar Rak. This little visit has nothing to do with inspiration. You want to be nosey and learn more about Mut.

I like the environmentalism aspect woven into the show. It's good.

As if I couldn't hate your dad more Mut. Calm down Satan.

So we know why Mut left. But really how can someone make their living from nature but not care enough about it??

Okay exhibitionist Rak.

Idk why but there's something about Rak straddling Mut that just....

Well.....we can tick off the Fort's nipple obsession of on the bingo board.

And we're returning favors. Very egalitarian.

Two condoms....well. You certainly had plenty of energy there didn't you....

There's a couple wrappers on the floor, but those do look unopened.

Also vaguely off topic: while the sheets are not the Slutty Geometry Sheets™️, I think my sister has the same kind.

Hmmm....now this is a juicy conversation. Rak being so intentionally honest here telling Mut to ask him to stay. He's afraid to take the leap, but he wants to.

As a side note....I cannot tell you how much I love them showing Fort's physical 'imperfections'. The kind of farmer's tan he has going on, you can see the stretch marks on his upper arms. He's an absolutely gorgeous man, but so often that stuff gets filtered out, or covered in makeup. I love seeing it. We need this more.

OMG I'm crying.

This is important though. Rak needs to know that his answer will have consequences.

That was the right answer. (Though the shabby hole comment about his house was a bit much. I'm hoping that's more a translation issue.)

I suspect the country mouse shall go to the city in next week's episode.....

Awwww Rak in Mut's tank top. Cute.

I really thought Rak was bare-assed for a second pulling a Pete, but no, he's in khaki pants.

So cute and sweet 🥹🥹🥹. Also, I love the bed net. Malaria is no joke.

So next week are we looking at just an NDA or is that contract for like a full Sugar Baby position??

Also end credits change-up again. Now MutRak are walking together....symbolic.

Well that's all for this watch along. I don't think I'll have 4k words to say about it tomorrow, but we shall see.

[gemharvest]

Might not be exactly what you asked for but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE go into more depth about the bf and pico drawing with the kinto pet song lyrics 🙏🙏🙏🙏 it has haunted me in a good way and I will explode without more

UR MORE THAN FINE DWWW it's easier for me to ask for prompts but I LOVE ASKS IN GENERAL I like getting to ramble. Forever and always if you see me post something and you want me to elaborate on it/ have specific questions/ literally whatever PLEASE DON'T BE SCARED TO SEND AN ASK IN !!!

okay needed that out of the way first LOLLLLL

The like. Images I get in my head when I listen to this song drive me insane like this was just me putting it into one image but I could deadass do a full PMV if I had the time.

Obvi I prefer to draw in a more Funkin'-influenced style, but esp. with how Pico is drawn I hope it's clear I was leaning into the Pico's School side of things.

(continuing under a cut because I am about to Ramble)

I don't think I was consciously thinking abt it the other night BUT at least the first verse makes me think. Of the Love Conquers All version of Pico's School. An ideal ending; Cassandra is convinced not to carry out her plan, nobody dies, Pico certainly wouldn't be Going Through It. Maybe in this ideal ending they (Pico & BF) wouldn't have split. "In this world, we're friends forever".

I also imagine it as like.. basically how the art I did ended up being. They're just black lines on a white background. Faces obscured. Maybe with some visual effects that distort things too/ some pixelation whatever. I actually think I was planning to have some parts of that pixelated but forgot by the time I was home and could draw; might have been for the best but here's a version with a biit of what I'm talking abt.

They're in a void. Separate from the real world, but happy. Stuck in a loop of the happiest time of their lives (mostly thinking from Pico's perspective with that lol). Is that not better than having to continue on in a fucked reality?

Of course, that's not real. It's just an imaginary loop of "what if"s in Pico's mind. It's a world he built for Boyf.

In this world, Boyfriend is always following with Pico, always showing him kindness and always smiling. Pico's emotions are less readable; maybe in a proper PMV I'd give him his mouth too so he can show he is at least somewhat happy, but despite being the "leader" of the two, he is much more passive, reserved. They are always holding each other's hands.

Verse 2 would be the inverse (lol), signaled by the stronger beats kicking in. White lines on black background. It's no longer the ideal world, and instead the "real world". Real, but distorted by trauma. "Inside my code, you'll always be". The world Cass built for Pico.

The bit of instrumental between verses 2 & 3 would be the Real real world, going forward to when FNF would take place; Pico and Boyfriend reconnected, through less than ideal means, though reconnected nontheless.

We're back to black lines on white background, but everything's less distorted. There's more details too, the world not just being a hazy backdrop for Pico and Boyfriend to play around in, but real.

He's different from Pico's memories, obviously, drawn now in the FNF style fully. More confident, still stupid. He has Girlfriend now.

The first 2 lines of verse 3, his imagined worlds and the real world melt together. Mixed in ways that highlight a feeling of off-ness. Everything feels strange, distorted, unreal.

The last 2 lines it's just Pico and Boyfriend hanging out alone. "All that's left is me and you/Lots of fun that we can do". Boyfriend cheery as ever, while Pico is visibly nervous-- uncharacteristic for him but we don't see if Boyfriend notices.

The strong beat kicking in again sends us back to the imagined world. The good world. But things are wrong. The real world is slipping in, things are no longer stagnant; no longer perfect. Visual distortions/ glitches worsen.

Pico could delude himself when he hadn't known where Boyfriend was; now that he's back, his world warps. No longer under his control. He is not in the lead.

The first half of the outro Boyfriend is still mostly playing along, though still seems to be growing disinterested. Pico is noticably anxious, clearly seeing how the other is no longer like a puppy at his side. Boyfriend is pulling away. Why is he pulling away, when everything's "perfect"? Why is everything going wrong. "The world I built, designed for you".

The second half of the outro, Boyfriend is now actively pulling away. He no longer looks like the idealized, young Boyfriend. He's older, a stranger, he doesn't care for Pico anymore. Pico is older now too, desperately holding on to Boyfriend. Unwilling to let him go again, first in the real world and now in his mind. Boyfriend refuses to hold his hand but Pico still grips onto his arm. Their eyes finally become visible in the imagined world.

Pico's behavior mirrors Cassandra's involvement in the second verse, though unintentionally violent as opposed to her intentional violence. He's selfish, desperate to hold on to his world; to Boyfriend. He's hurting the imagined Boyfriend in the process, but that is second in his mind to him so desperately trying to avoid a second heartbreak. Anything to keep his world together, his peace. Without it, he just has the dark.

Beyond this screen, you cannot leave Inside my code, you'll always be Endless fun that we can do In a world I built for you

In the final instrumental and as the song fades out, Pico wakes up. He's shaken, disgusted by how he acted in his mind and feeling like he's nothing but an anchor to Boyfriend, holding him back. He can't keep clinging to this false reality, nor can he pretend he's doing any good by being in Boyfriend's life again. His mind is made up.

...

LOL I hope the way I summarized The Thoughts I get paints the picture I get in my mind. I've got terminal artist brain I am imagining AMVs to near everything I listen to I am not joking; had to take a break halfway through typing this to walk around a store and I was looping KATAMARI by femtanyl for like half of it imagining an edit in my head. I can imagine anything jpeg.

I wanna very much stress that all that above would have been filtered through Pico's mind. He's not actively hurting Boyfriend, but he's fucking terrified of doing so and he feels so fucking guilty for continuing to hold on to the past they had. I guess it wouldn't be apparent from what I described but he'd also feel guilty for still having feelings for him when the other has moved on and even has a girlfriend.

His world, once his perfect escape from the anguish of his reality, corrupts as he feels worse and worse over even entertaining the thoughts. Him deciding to forget his world and, in turn, go to cut off Boyfriend for the other's sake is not based on objective reality, but an act of self-sabotage that he convinces himself to be the best outcome for everybody.

^ Literally included him doing this shit in a part of that last fic I did you can tell this is something I find interesting exploring with him.

The tone of the song too just fucking.. it adds to the eeriness I'd want out of a proper PMV of this idea. The way it's clearly an homage to the IBM 7094 singing Daisy Bell; the voice and instrumentals just feel so unnerving. Sweet and innocent on the surface, but clearly holding bad intentions. Maybe not intentionally bad, maybe misguided good even, but they are not good nor sweet nor kind. I am talking about the song on it's own divorced from it being from KinitoPET what I describe here is just the feelings it gives me in regards to my favies.

Anyways uhhhh god I could go on for hours but I've been going off for long enough I'm sorry to anyone reading this who had to sit through my insanity. My head is now lighter with this information shared tho.. I guess in conclusion: I am definitely normal and neurotypical and can be trusted to listen to music and be into my games without creating the most devastating ideas known to man. xoxo

[i-have-dots-in-my-brain]

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please talk to me god i am lonely (i am serious about this i love it when people rb and scream in the tags it genuinely makes my day) (send me asks send measkssendmeaskssendmeasks—)

Absolute art machine(whether the art is good or not is a big question that i am not ready to answer) makes shitty animations sometimes idk.

Uses lol too much. Chinese, knows mandarin (translate the random messages for maximum brain damage) i don't know simplified but i do know traditional (please talk to me i need to practice my chinese reading skills) am i a furry? idk but if you're mad about it you can fuck right off (i have a couple ocs and my darling fursona)

am currently inbetween fandoms, fandoms i am (kind of) active in are hetalia, scp, dnd, genshin, pjo, bg3, apothecary diaries, jrwi riptide and csm (list is prone to updating because fandom is my support system) (you wont see my art for most of them but the brainworms are there and sometimes i let them take over)

old fandoms or the fandoms i lurk in (i visit them often): eddsworld, demon slayer, pokemon, vocaloid and wof. (also prone to updates as i remember stuff)

note : i am still in school and have a life outside the internet so stuff will be delayed (which is why i am only kind of active) (i go missing sometimes i am not dead life is just lifing for me)

Do not say anything about how cringe I am I know trust me (it’s a coping mechanism lol)

if you're concerned, you're very right to be. I am very incoherent (most of my life updates have actually devolved into cries for help, please talk to me)

also if you don't like my art or ships just leave(any critique about anything i make shoots a bazooka straight into my heart and behind the screen i crumble into a cartoonish pile of ashes and bones as i stare at the screen blurred by tears) (unless I ask for critique then i brought this on myself and i’ll walk it off don't worry)

(Both of my personas)

My flags (might be updated)

[esta-elavaris]

Hi!

Sooooo, I was wallowing in self pity because there was no HWFG (no pressure to write or update! I just can’t be normal about that story) so I went to check your ao3 and was surprised to see that you’re a fellow James Norrington truther! It inspired me to rewatch the first two pirates of the Caribbean movies and I kinda fell into the norrington rabbit hole again.

That made me read fallen through time and I honestly became OBSESSED so when I was done with the chapters you posted for that story I immediately turned to catch the wind and,,,,,,, [insert unhinged meme about ripping out guts]. I started reading it on Saturday and I couldn’t put it down so I read through two nights and am now tired as fuck, sitting at work, trying to appear busy while still reading your story. What have you done to me!!! I just read the wedding night chapter (I’m going insane, that had no business being so hot???) and honestly, that was so rewarding? Very well written smut aside, the slow burn was soooo good and there were moments where I had actual tears in my eyes??? Theo’s pain when she overheard Elizabeth accepting James‘ proposal? AH!!!! I adore their relationship. The banter, the soft moments, their conflict, their quiet conversations (though I must say I maybe even like it more in fallen through time? He’s just so mean, suspicious and stupid at times in that one, I live for that). I feel like theyre the definition of „she fell first, he fell harder“ and at one point i was really reminded of something I’ve read elsewhere… it was something like „you’re looking at me with purpose“ and that’s just so spot on for James? He’s so devoted to her it makes my heart melt.

On that note, it’s so impressive how much research you’ve done?! And how much thought you’ve put into everything? It’s not easy to write for that time period (I say as a person with two degrees in history lol), especially when it comes to balancing the cultural differences between norrington and Theo? That made everything even more fun to read.

And it’s so impressive how you manage to have this story follow the events of the movies but for it to never become boring or repetitive? You manage to capture the characters we all know and love so well while also making them your own. Your James, of course, is spot on, but also Elizabeth and will? And in all honesty, I maybe like your jack sparrow more than the canon one. He serves as comic relief so much that you sometimes forget he’s a seasoned pirate and much more intelligent, provident and even dangerous than one might think. He feels much more human in your story in my opinion. And that moment where he returns to Tortuga and confronts Theo about the cannibals? I laughed so loud that my bf woke up lol

Okay so I’ll stop rambling now, I just wanted to drop by to tell you how much I love your work and how glad I am that I checked out your norrington/theo stuff. Theo is amazing and I love them both so much. My boss just left the building and I sure will spend the rest of my time at work today reading, they don’t pay me enough anyway. I so hope that her attempt at changing James’ fate will work out and I’m very anxious but also excited to find out where this all goes!

Sending love and appreciation from Germany!

I know I'm on a tumblr break but this is too nice and it has me crying too much to leave it to gather dust in my inbox 🫠🫠🫠

Thank you so so so so SO much!!!

Honestly Catch the Wind will always have a special place in my heart (the people who have sat and watched me continue to talk about it ~14 months after it was finished are like "we know, babe") because I wrote it like, being somewhat fond of Norrington but mostly to get the idea for a Boromir fic out of my system, and instead I ended up sick over Norrington and still writing the Boromir fic anyway. Buuut I mean I got my favourite project so far out of it so I can't complain, I just laugh at how I played myself. Tbf tho, it was a great thing because POTC was a great stepping stone towards even more intimidating LOTR territory!

I'm so glad the smut was decent, too! That was the first story I've ever written it for and I was so nervous about it 💀 I do completely agree with your view on Theo and James as a couple though - the falling first/harder, and the "you're looking at me with purpose" both. I just don't think he'd ever be the type to get complacent. He's not a man who lays on the charm to win the girl, before thinking "what's the point in continuing to try?" once he "has" her. I see him as being such a ride or die, insanely loyal, "that is my WIFE", Gomez Addams coded guy, I love him for it. Those sitcom coded jokes where a guy hates his wife the second he marries her would be the very opposite of his kind of thing. That's why I had so much fun giving him that back in Theo, considering Elizabeth doesn't return his feelings in the movies.

And I mean, I don't think he's owed that from her and I don't think less of her for not returning those feelings, she can't help it (although I do raise my eyebrows at anybody who'd choose Will over The Noz, but people are allowed to be wrong ig), and I think if anything it'd be worse if she did marry him in the end without having that same level of feeling, but it was just so nice to give him someone as dedicated to him as he was to her in Theodora 🥹 I also think Boromir has a lot of that in him, so I'm very excited about his future with Sybil.

I'm also so thrilled to hear the research went appreciated - a lot of it was very fun, like if I hadn't done an Eng Lit/Creative Writing degree, I would've gone into history (I actually almost did do a second degree in history but the funding didn't work out, so I stick to just reading a lot, which I'm cool with), and like most of it was fun, but there were times when I was googling a) the origin of the coffee table, and b) 18th century equivalents of a coffee table/accent table at 4am for the sake of one throwaway line where I did wonder about my path in life. I swear, I deep-dived into it in the notes usually because I at least wanted to make it clear when I had done my research vs when I was knowingly deviating (a few unknowing mistakes did slip through but I think how much research otherwise went into it kind of makes people more willing to overlook a mistake here and there?) but also because it meant I could get more out of said research binges than just one unnoticeable line in a random paragraph 🤡

And JACK. God. I could write a dissertation on Jack. What they do to his character in movies 4/5 are 90% of the reason I don't like them and have only seen them once each. The other 10% is that uhhh they're just crap. Like it's so, so clear in the first three - mainly because of JD's fab acting - that the eccentric thing masks a lot of intelligence and cunning. He'll do his whole "weirdo" shtick, and I don't even think it's entirely an act, I think he is truly eccentric to an extent, but there'll just be these really brief moments where there's just a gleam in his eye, or he'll be suddenly serious for 0.5 seconds and you see what's going on behind the mask, and you realise it is a mask. Whereas in 4/5 it turns into a thing of "idiot who bumbles around and finds his way by sheer luck", which was never what he was in the trilogy.

I also think his crew's reaction to him shows that he is more than willing to be a hardass captain when it comes to it - the moment off of the top of my head is when Cotton's parrot goes "walk the plank" in movie two and his gun is immediately out and he's not happy and they all kinda startle a bit. But even without glimpses like that, like, they're pirates. If he was weak, and he wasn't willing to be stern and not take shit, they wouldn't follow him, and he wouldn't be half as infamous as he is. They know he's odd, but it's clear they respect him, so he must have earned that respect.

He was the one I was most scared of having to write going into this thing (along with Barbossa and Beckett), because he's so easy to get wrong. I'm always so, so thrilled when I hear I did him justice!

Okay, I have written you an entire dissertation here, so I'll stop now and just say again THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!! 💜💜💜 I've read this like ten times since I first received it, it had me grinning like an idiot every single time, I'm so grateful -- and I hope you like what I have in store for HWFG! The wait shouldn't be tooo long, I'm taking April off of posting but not writing, so ideally I'll have something to post in the very beginning of May!

(and I'll reply to your other ask in a bit, I just wanted to make it clear I wasn't ignoring this!!)

[captain-joongz]

Notes to chapter 2 of Dragonheart

Dictionary

atmokinesis - the ability to control the weather by calling for rainfall or storms

白虎; baihu (chin.) - in the story known as stripes or the kingsguard, the mythological concept of the white tiger is the same as the azure dragon's. the white tiger is considered one of the four daoist guardian spirits, he guards the west and he is connected to autumn, metal and death. and much like the azure dragon, it is also an important constellation

(depiction of the white tiger from Goguryeo period tomb mural)

玄武; xuanwu (chin.) - the third of the fourth guardian is the black tortoise (also sometimes called the dark warrior - it's the literal translation of the characters). it's sometimes depicted with a snake wrapped around it. in the story it is known as the shadows or the unit of secret intelligence, but in real chinese mythology it is considered the guardian of north, it's connected to winter and water

(depiction of the black tortoise and a snake from a Goguryeo period tomb mural)

Just a tiny detour into a general overview of Chinese cosmology

Feel free to skip this if you're not interested, it just gives a little more context about the concepts I use in my story, but I understand it can be a little overwhelming or confusing - if you have any questions (about how this connects to the story or just about the concepts and mythology alone) feel free to send me an ask and I'll do my best to explain everything to you!

Chinese cosmology is what you'd call correlative - everything is somehow interconnected and it creates a complex confusing system of things that are all linked together by larger concepts - it's a living organism, a hive if you'd like

I touch on the subject of the Great four Guardians - that is a daoist concept mostly, though it melts into a bigger confucian cosmologic concept of correlation and wuxing 五行 - the five phases

as you can see on the picture below (please ignore my very much "graphic design is my passion" level of skill with Canva), there's an over-arching theme (either a season, a colour or one of the five phases) and there's a slew of things connected to them (tastes, senses, organs, flowers, planets, mountains, etc.)

for example - the colour red is inviolably connected to south, summer, fire, the pheonix, lotus flower, etc. - these things become symbols for those concepts

I use the four guardians (black tortoise, azure dragon, red sparrow and white tiger) as names of elite Academy units, these are the concepts that stand behind those four beings - the dragon is firmly the symbol of east, just as the white tiger is firmly connected to colour white and the concept of death

here is a slightly simpliflied overview that is more about the five phases than about the cardinal directions

these concepts go beyond just philosophy (though of course not perfectly) - for example spring is a yang season while autumn is a yin season - yang is the life power, and as it rises during the spring and brings the world back alive, it (ideally) should be illegal to kill young animals or execute prisoners, while autumn as a season that strenghtens yin and the world starts dying is the season during which you should hunt and plan executions (this is an ideal concept of the right rule)

why is the centre/earth kind of weird? - well, you see, China is a huge country with a super fucking long history, and these concepts didn't start out together but they were slowly built on top of each other as time went - that's why sometimes they kind of needed to force things to correlate to make it symmetrical - there's five cardinal points, but only four seasons, what do we do? we make up something so it works in theory. a lot of these concept evolved simultanously but under different schools of thought and then kind of merged together, that's why it's a little messy sometimes (ei. there the ox officially isn't a fifth guardian, but the centre is still connected to the animal of ox because there needs to be one)

who even are the five emperors and why do we care? - we kind of don't actually, these emperors are a very old concept called wufang shangdi 五方上帝 - "deities of the five directions/regions" - all of them are an impersonation or a manifestation of the concept of tian 天 (heaven). we can assume they were once worshipped, but to this day the only two emperors that kept their importance are the Huang-di and the Chi-di (Yellow and Red), the rest are kind of lost to time. Huang-di is to this day very important and one of the most known beings in chinese mythology, and an important patron to various daoist teachings and concepts, while also a deity that mythologicaly stands at the very beginning of chinese civilization (he was one of the five first fabulous emperors that ruled before the first dynasty). Chi-di has undergone a several transformations and is also known as Huo-di (fire emperor) or Shennong (the first husbandman and patron of agriculture), as Huo-di he is connected to Huang-di as his friend and companion during a famous mythological war, he is also the mythological fire-giver

this is a more detailed chart if you're interested, as you can see there's all kinds of shit like emotions, virtues, part of the body and such

the five phases - are they just the elements? - yes and no. In chinese wuxing actually means 'the five in movement, the moving five' - that's why it's more generally translated as phases. The whole concept behind wuxing is extremely convoluted and confusing, just know that they all move in a never ending cycle (water -> wood -> fire -> earth -> metal) and they react to each other (either purify or destroy each other) - as is shown on the picture below

this all also connects to chinese medicine (the organs correlation and the cycle of the five phases) - in the most basic terms (i myself don't understand this perfectly) - let's say you have a problem with your lungs - lungs are connected to metal, metal is destroyed by fire (as displayed in the chart below) - to remedy your sick lungs you need to eat bitter food (which is connected to fire and summer) - I just pulled this shit out of my ass, but this is generally how chinese medicine works in the broadest terms

this is all kind of like the most basic most surface stuff, trust me - chinese mythology is fucking insane and basically impossible to fully orientate in, China is huge and every region has different deities or different names for the same deities, some deities started off as something and then slowly evolved into like five different people or concepts and it's all very confusing (like the Chi-di - Huo-di - Shennong - they're all different deities while still being different versions of one deity, in some myths they are synonymous and in some two of those are in the same story as completely different people with different histories)

there are three main religions (daoism, confucianism, buddhism) that all have their own myths, concepts and deities that during the ages melted all together, not to mention that each of those religions have countless cults that each go their own way (especially daoism, that one goes crazy - like how did we go from 'dao is the endless flow of things and you need to trust it to lead you instinctually' to 'you need to eat these rocks and have sex in these positions to be immortal'??)

the history is long and ever-changing, different sources might tell you different things, also China has a history of manipulating the records and a lot of things were lost or rewritten, so some older concepts, rituals or deities are all just pure speculation or theories, because we can't really know what was really happening 3-4 thousand years ago

as times go certain concepts built on top of each other or try to one-up each other, so you start with one heaven and centuries later end up with like 10 layers that each has different guardians and concepts until you have no idea what's going on anymore

there are some over-arching myths and stories, but even those have thousand different versions

so, it's one of those topics that leave you more and more confused the more you study them - the more you wanna know, the less you actually understand

(with love, from a very tired Chinese mythology and philosophy student)

[thetarttfuldickhead]

A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

Masterpost / AO3

20.

Roy didn’t have a very high opinion of people in general. He didn’t expect much of humanity as a whole. He was aware that some people might call him a misanthrope (though that was fucking unfair, because it wasn’t that he didn’t like other people, it was that most other people persisted in being fucking idiots and why the fuck should he waste his time on fucking idiots of he didn’t have to?). Given that, it was something of a mystery to him how he still could be continually surprised by the utter absurdity of the things people got up to. Especially if the person in question was Jamie Tartt, because if something was stupid and/or pointless, Roy fully expected Jamie to be all for it. (Though perhaps, he allowed, there were depths to Tartt he hadn’t considered before. Sides he hadn’t seen, and mightn’t necessarily hate.)

Yet here he was, fucking perplexed by what he’d just been told, seemingly in all earnestness, by the little tosser still wrapped in Keeley’s arms.  

“You wanted to make me happy,” he said flatly. “Because the universe sent you a dream that that’s what you had to do if you wanted to see your mum.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Keeley interjected, shooting Roy a warning look. He rolled his eyes at her, because excuse him for being a tiny bit baffled by this batshit logic.

But he also subsided, because none of them needed this to turn into another shouting match.

“I think it’s sweet,” Keeley repeated firmly, turning her attention back to Jamie. “And I believe the universe does send us signs sometimes. But babe, do you think that maybe you got a little caught up in the doing good stuff bit, and forgot about what it really was you were trying to achieve?”

”Yeah,“ Roy agreed quickly, feeling that on this at least he had some relevant thoughts. “Jesus Christ, Tartt, if you want to make things right with your mum, you need to talk to your mum. Mucking around with other people – sending secret gifts and shit – is just putting it off and getting you nowhere.” He crossed his arms and gave Jamie a pointed look. “You need to stop making excuses about what the universe fucking wants you to do and go see your mum.”

“Yeah,” Jamie murmured, pulling at the hem of his hoodie. “I… I know that, all right? I know. But, I just thought… I mean, it’s… it’s fucking hard, okay? So I thought that maybe, if I, you know, if I could tell her that it was all okay now, that I’d made nice with everyone, then she’d… I thought it’d be easier, like.”

Something small and soft in his voice, causing Roy’s bemused irritation to melt away (and alarmingly quickly too, which was irritating all on its own). “And you thought getting me a bottle of whisky would make everything right between us, did you?” he asked drily, mostly to cover the entirely unreasonable surge of… not affection, but something a whole lot gentler than the active dislike he’d reserved for the other until today.

“Mate, that whisky cost more than your watch,” Jamie informed him haughtily, sounded for a moment rather like his usual self. “It was right hard to get hold of, too. Had to get the year of your birth, right, you even notice that? And besides,” he added before Roy had time to answer, in a far more plaintive voice, “You wouldn’t talk to me. I fucking tried, remember? Was dead polite about it and all, but you were a mean cunt just like always—“

“Oi! Don’t call me a mean cunt when you’re sat on my fucking couch and cuddling my girlfriend, you twat.”

“Uh, then don’t call me a twat—“

“Boys,” Keeley said sternly. “We were having a decent time here, yeah? Don’t go ruining it with your testosterone.”

“Sorry, Keeley,” Jamie immediately offered, the little suck-up. Roy gave him a sardonic look – since when did Jamie apologise for anything? – but kept quiet. Keeley did have a point, didn’t she?

His restraint was rewarded by a warm but knowing smile from Keeley and a mouthed thank you, even as she resumed running her hand through Jamie’s hair. Jamie hummed happily and snuggled even closer, his earlier concern about Roy’s reaction to Keeley holding him apparently forgotten.

And it was odd, because Roy should have thought he’d be jealous, given how worked up he’d been over Keeley’s past with Jamie back when he first started fancying her. And maybe he was, just a bit (because Keeley looked stunning and he hadn’t kissed her since this morning and it would be pretty fucking lovely to just hold her for a moment), but mostly the sight of them, with Jamie curled up against Keeley like a cat and looking unguardedly relaxed, made him feel… He didn’t quite know. Warm, maybe. Protective. Something in him ached, but not in a bad way.

”It never was about me, was it?” he mused aloud. “The gifts, the fucking plane and carollers, it was just something you had to do to make things right with your mum?” That ached too, unexpectedly; in a bad way.

Jamie scrunched up his face. “No. I mean, yeah, yeah, of course it was, in the beginning, but like… it was about you too, especially in the end? I liked knowing I did something nice for you, yeah? Like, I could make Roy Kent feel good and that made me feel good, you know?”

Oh. Yeah. Roy did know all about how sometimes making others feel good was the only way you could feel even remotely good about yourself. He just hadn’t thought that be something he’d ever have in common with Jamie Tartt of all people, or that Roy’s well-being would ever be of any concern to Jamie’s.

“And you did… “ Jamie sounded fucking shy, although he tried to mask it by pretending to inspect his nails very carefully. “I mean, you did, right? Like it? Some of it?”   

Roy’s first instinct was to say not, because… Well. Because. But looking at Jamie and seeing the way he was trying so hard to appear casual while sneaking little peeks at Roy while waiting for an answer, he found that he didn’t have the heart for it.

“The plane was a little over the top,” he finally allowed with a sigh. “But other than that, yeah, Jamie, I fucking liked it.”

[devilinlittlehope]

I am here to request a little Jerin fic…it doesn’t have to be NSFW, but I don’t really have a preference…thank you for providing for the fandom :)

Hi, thanks for the support🫶🏻 here’s a little Jerin ficlet as requested!

It’s mostly sfw but gets a little nsfw at the end so 18+ warning!!

Jerin is one of my favorite couples and what I love is that if you keep both alive the two talk about how their relationship will progress in the outside world. It was great to see that representation and it meant a lot to me! I wanted to continue to explore that in this fic. I love Jamie and Erin so much and am so happy that supermassive games gave us this wonderful couple❤️❤️ let’s go lesbians!!

This mini fic takes place after Jamie chooses to save Erin over Kate. Kate and mark have are off having some alone time and Jamie and Erin are together and recovering:

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jamie asks. She takes Erin’s hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

Erin has already used her inhaler and has been quiet since. Jamie can’t imagine what she’s feeling right now. The thought of her air being cut off sends an imagined burning feeling in her throat that tears. That’s probably not half as bad as what it actually felt like.

“I am now,” Erin says. “Thank you for saving me.”

“It felt terrible to choose, but I’m glad you’re both safe,” Jamie says. Briefly, she thinks about what might’ve happened if Kate's window hadn't been faulty. For all her jokes, she never really hated Kate at all. If things had been different, would she have blood on her hands? She shivers, ridding herself of the thought. A flash of anger seizes her. Fuck Du’Met and his stupid games.

For now, they’re all alive. Jamie will do anything to make sure Erin stays that way.

“If it’s not too personal, why did you choose me?” Erin asks. Her big brown eyes shyly meet Jamie’s. She looks so goddamn adorable.

“You’re a good kisser,” Jamie jokes. Then, she sighs. It’s been so hard to open up to other people in the past. Anytime it got serious, her mind wanted to push them away before they got to know the real her. But with Erin, it’s different. She wants to share herself with Erin, all her strengths, all her flaws. She’s tired of being alone, but it’s more than that. Erin is not some hookup, and adrenaline isn’t dictating the way she feels. When Jamie thinks about Erin, all she feels is extreme happiness. Jamie has a desire to impress her, to charm her, to take care of her, to do everything in her power to make Erin hers. It’s funny how it’s taken a life or death experience to give her the courage to admit these feelings.

“I chose to save you because I want there to be a future where we’re together. I don’t want to live in a world without you in it. I’m kind of falling in love with you, and if you feel the same, I’d love to be with you if we make it out alive,” Jamie says. There are tears in her eyes, and her heart is beating out of her chest.

Erin surprises Jamie with her boldness. She cups the other girl's face in her hand, looking into her eyes. Her gaze is lovely and intense, and Jamie melts under it. “When we make it out alive, not if,” she says. “We’re making it out of this, no matter how scary it might seem. We’re going to have a future together.”

A surge of love overtakes Jamie as she leans over and kisses Erin passionately. As their mouths collide, Jamie realizes she’s backed Erin against the wall, and she’s sitting on a ledge where she can slot perfectly between her legs.

It gives her an idea.

She decides that she wants to take Erin’s breath away, in a way of her own choosing.

As Jamie emerges from the kissing, both women are breathless and excited.

Jamie grins a bit mischievously, full lips in a smirk, as she drops to her knees and settles between Erin’s legs. Her skirt is easy to lift up, thankfully. Jamie plays with the hem of it, considering her options.

“I want to help you relax in the way I know best,” she offers.

“Oh Jamie-“ Erin says, breath hitching as the other girl plays with the hem of her underwear. “I’m new to this,” Erin admits.

Jamie beams up at her. “You’re doing great. Just follow my lead. I want to make you feel good.”

“I trust you,” Erin says, nodding her assent.

She gasps as Jamie’s fingers circle her entrance, plunging the warm depths of her. As Jamie’s fingers pump in and out of Erin in a slow, sensual rhythm, her legs open wider and she whispers her praise.

Jamie dips her head so she can taste Erin, and she savors the feel of her clit beneath her tongue and the other girl’s moans of pleasure. She’ll look forward to doing this as often as she can once they’re far away from the island. She can’t wait until they’re safe. Jamie wants to wake up beside Erin every morning and fall asleep beside her every night.

“I’m falling in love with you too,” Erin whispers once they’ve finished, and are cuddling together, in the warmth of each other’s arms. Jamie has never felt so alive.

**********

If you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! This was fun to write and the first Jerin piece I’ve done, but not the last I’ll write. I hope you’ve enjoyed your request, anon :)

If y’all liked this, feel free to comment or reblog! I’m definitely writing more supermassive games/dark pictures content 🥰💕

[suckerpunch-wrestlinggirls]

SUCKER PUCNCH -Pretty Devils [Wrestling Girls Vol. II]

Avid Queer Reader rated it ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

After loving the first volume I requested an ARC of this second installment coming out in March to the author and she was so kind to send me one in exchange for an honest review.

I read this entire book in one night. No shit. I got the email with the ARC last night at 10 PM, started reading right away... and next thing I new it was 5 AM. And my heart was singing.

I thought I loved the first book because of how true and genuine the love in it is, in all its forms... I wasn't emotionally ready to be completely blown away by Pretty Devils. The real superpower of this author is the heart she can put in each and every of her characters, even the ones who aren't really prominent in the story. That's what truly brings everything to life, what makes you smile and tear up as you read about this bunch of "queer disaster idiots" and their life at the Beatcave.

I wasn't particularly impressed at first by the main character because, after the lovely POC romance we got in the first book, we're now presented with... a lot of whiteness. BUT! It only takes a couple of chapters to grow fond of Liv and her struggles with life and the world. It's never stated anywhere that she's neurodivergent (autistic, I assume?) because, as many neurodivergent people in real life, she never got a disognosis: her mother just calls her stupid and Liv herself believes it's simply a learning disability. So bonus points for the white MFC. Liv is also poor and struggling to make ends meet every month because of her mother's drinking and gambling problems, but she never whines like a martyr and I really appreciated her tough fragility.

On the other side of the spectrum, quite literally, we have Raisa, who is gorgeous and strong and has never had to struggle for anything, coming from a loving, wealthy family. Raisa is presented, at first, as your sterotypical goth: brooding, quiet, maybe even slightly curt (I was swooning the very moment she was introduced), an Ice Queen clad in leather who likes to mind her own business and keep to herself.

No spoilers as to how they meet and how their relastionship begins and develops, but let me say this: we see both these characters bloom page after page right before out eyes. Liv, from the small, frightened kitten she was in the beginning, slowly starts learning to trust people and let her real self come out in the safe and friendly environment of the Beatcave. The dark ice coating Raisa's character starts melting away as she sends more and more time with Liv and I promise you you'll love every bit of their evolution as individuals and as a couple. Liv and Raisa and both far from perfect and they do a lot of things wrong (mostly because Liv has a hard time dealing with emotions and distressing events), but the patience and understanding and deep affection binding them together are stronger than anything else.

Now, subplots I ADORED:

- Roxie and Fiona. These two are show stealers: lesbian couple goals and the most beautiful Gay Moms energy you'll ever find. Watching them together really warms your heart.

- Blu. Blair fucking Lucas, ladies and gentlemen, is a GEM. When she first appeared I groaned to myself: "Oh, here's the gratuitously mean girl whose only prupose is to make the protagonist's life a nightmare." I was wrong. Oooh, boy, so wrong! There's so much to her to discover in between the lines. ILUSM, Blu.

- Mum and her girlfriend + Dad and his boyfriend (I know it sounds funny, but... just read these books, it'll make sense). I sense BIG poly vibes with them and I LOVE it. The poly representation in fiction is so rare, especially non problematic, healthy polyamory, and I think it's so refreshing to see it such a positive, loving portrayal, even if barely hinted at. Maybe it's all just in my brain, but... a win is a win. *wink*

To summarise this endless, delighted rambling of a review, here's what you'll find in this book:

- REALISTIC NEURODIVERGENCY REPRESENTATION - SLOW BURN *CHEF'S KISS* (you can literally see L&R fall in love and will call them idiots A LOT) - PLENTY OF (devastatingly beautiful) FOUND FAMILY FEELS - STRONG WOMEN AND SOFT MEN - POSITIVE STRAIGHT CHARACTERS (who also are idiots in love but won't say it) - POOR GIRL DATING RICH GIRL BUT WANTING TO BE THE ONE WHO DOES THE SPOILING (seriously, though, this alone should earn this book an extra star.) - SO. MUCH. LOVE. (I want to be a part of this bunch of dorks. Where do I apply?)

Go read these books RIGHT NOW. Your queer heart will thank you.

[xarrixii]

Chapter_24 : "Jackstalk" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━

CW: previous chapter | beginning | masterlist

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“Again, come on. Don’t hold back on the teleporter.” Liam keeps an icy gaze locked on him.

Harlow had a lot of strength to take back before Liam would let him go home. He understood why, but it still hurt that he couldn’t check up on Gabriel with his own eyes.

“There’s a reason that people say ‘shake it off,’ kid. You’re not shaking it off.”

“It’s lightning.”

“And you’re kind of being a little bitch about it.”

Harlow jammed his fist into Liam’s shoulder, sending them teleporting back a bit further down the mat. “See, now you’re getting it. Do more of that, we need you walking.”

“I’m not in Cinder.”

“Yeah, we need you walking so you can be fighting and passing your exam you insisted upon passing.”

“Shut up.”

“You told Matty, to her face, not to back out on enforcing the rules just because you beat the fuck out of a Storm op. So now, you need to get punching or my pay grade goes down.”

“You get paid?”

“How else am I meant to get any money?”

“Cinder has money for paychecks?”

“We don’t privately endorse thousands of companies for nothing. Also, the stock market is crazy.”

“Hopefully companies that⸺”

“Aren’t supporting mass genocide, don’t promote human rights violations, yeah yeah yeah. Sometimes you forget Amaterasu is a good person on the broad way. And the rest of the A-1s. Cinder’s goal makes no sense if bad people run it.”

“Sure wish Amaterasu learned not acting like a bitch makes you not a bitch.”

“Don’t we all?”

Harlow took another swing at Liam. The point was mostly to miss and just use what looked like a sparring match as a way to get him moving around outside of the new apartment him and Liam were crammed into. There was still an empty room Liam had yet to open.

He knew who it was meant to be for.

The thought pulled him away from the moment, Liam lightly bonking him (telekinetically, of course) with the pop-top they carried around to get his attention back.

“You good, kid?”

“Fine.” Harlow swallowed. “I mean, it’s fine. I just⸺”

“You want to sit down?”

He hesitated, fists lowering. He hadn’t noticed how badly he’d started shaking. “Yeah.”

Liam guided him over to the benches, rock, water, and fire going everywhere. He could only assume aerokinetics were scattered between the lines as well. He knew Kyal was one, at least.

It was difficult to see aerokinesis at work.

“We’re gonna find them. Damn kid’s probably waiting for the right moment to finish melting off the hand binders Storm would’ve put on them. Part of police training is apparently learning to use kinetics while restrained.”

“Not usually recommended for pyrokinetics.”

“I don’t think anyone could reasonably send them to rehab at this point.”

Harlow replied with a muffled groan.

“Look, I don’t know exactly what Storm wanted with Raiden, but I only know one telepath with the skills to permanently alter someone’s mind. And he works for Cinder.”

“That’s the problem Liam,” Harlow hung his head as though he held a glass of whiskey in his hands. “I don’t think Storm wanted Raiden.”

“Urban, you know how ridiculous that theory is.”

“Did you hear Raijin when he was talking to me? He kept calling me Raiden.”

Liam blinked at him a few times before mumbling out a quiet “shit” and running his hand down his face. “No wonder Raiden asked why Raijin was asking about you. Damn it. I should’ve known.”

“If I’d swung the fire any faster,” Harlow started.

“Don’t beat yourself up like that. I told you to do something, and the whole thing was stressful overall. At least I know to look for a traitor now. Telepathy’s been a nightmare hell recently.”

Harlow sets a hand on Liam’s arm. “It’s not your fault either.”

Liam lets out a laugh before looking up toward the entrance door opening, a few people floored as they went to peek.

The person in the doorway spots them almost instantly, strolling over with an unusually casual gait and holding out a hand directed at him. Everything about them screamed a deserved level of confidence. A pair of sunglasses was embedded in their messy hair, their Cinder uniform more form-fitting than the usual one. Most importantly, a yellow and black sleeve with a different design to his own.

“Jackstalk,” the guy beams. “Pleasure to be your acquaintance.”

Harlow stands to shake Jackstalk’s hand, vaguely remembering the name mentioned a few times. “Urban.”

“That explains quite a few things. You’re doing alright?”

He was taken aback. “Pardon?”

“I hit you with enough electricity to kill a ten-year-old.”

Oh. That makes more sense.

“I’m doing better. Not in a constant state of in-and-out anymore, which is always a plus.”

Jackstalk was now hitting the second person Harlow’s ever seen stretch a smile even wider than it had been previously without it being creepy. First being… Harlow took a deep breath, shying his hand away into his pocket.

“Now, to my understanding, you’re new to Cinder. Liam’s been keeping you up to date?”

“I wish.” Liam gets up and stretches. “I can’t tell him half of the shit I should be able to at this point because Matty decided a letter grade meant everything. Did not matter how much I pleaded not to fuck me over with two resilient little assholes.”

“Letter grade?” Jackstalk snorted.

“She really should know better.”

Harlow sighed, laughing with them both. “Legally, I am a Class-D.”

“Yeah, well, so am I, and we both contributed to sending a Class-A comatose, so they do not mean anything.”

“What?” Harlow had to take a minute to register what he’d just heard.

“I understand your grade is because of a different reason than mine, so I think I should rewind with my introduction for a second.” Jackstalk waved a hand around. “I’m Cinder A-1 Jackstalk, electrokinetic. I am limited only to electricity already existing within my range, of which may increase with an exceptional telepath.”

“Not me,” Liam clarifies.

“So⸺wait. You will never be able to summon lightning? Ever?” Harlow was at a loss for words. Kinetics being limited like that was a new concept entirely. “Why?”

“Now, Liam might not be able to tell you, but frankly, I don’t care. Cinder is a byproduct of a horrific series of kinetic experiments. Of which every single A-1 hails from. Which isn’t many, which is also sort of terrifying considering how many are currently on this continent.”

“Suzie’s locked up in the research sector, at least?” Liam has this realization as well.

“And Morgen still in the aether, or wherever that edgelord decided to hide away. Somewhere cold, or we’d be hearing of ice on the equator. Say, where did Five go? I know he’s taking a long vacation down here because of your brother’s training practice.”

“Probably off scamming a bunch of rich guys with gun aiming skills.”

“Uh, excuse me for asking,” Harlow said, sounding more confused than he would’ve liked. “Who?”

Jackstalk turned back to him. “Right. Suzie is in charge of Cinder’s research and intelligence sector. Morgen, well, Morgen used to be an A-1, but he left over a decade ago to spend the rest of his life alone, assumingly in the north. Five is a stickler for the rules and in charge of advanced, high-scale threats/training. You know Amaterasu, good ‘ol Matty is in charge of low-scale threats/recruitment/training. Just to finish off the circle, I’m in charge of Cinder programs and investments. There’s also Nacht, who I do not want to go into right now.”

“So you⸺”

“The rehab clinics are a Cinder investment,” Liam cuts Harlow off. “And before you ask, no, we did not know about the plentiful amount of horseshit that goes on inside until Amaterasu threw you on our doorstep and asked you to fuck off immediately after.”

“Immediately? I was under the impression Matty simply didn’t find an exceptional performance to consider and made a bad choice.” Jackstalk’s eyebrows raised with newfound interest.

“She ordered Liam to leave me in an armored truck on the ‘integration’ mission before it even started.” Harlow still found it hard to think about. It was something Raiden was consistently making fun of her with, just the idea of leaving him in the dirt only to leave with a bang and a case the station still had open.

Jackstalk sighed. “I’ll have to talk to her.”

“No need,” Liam rolled his eyes, “She heard about this one’s rain-resistant fire and started doing her paperwork. It’s been six hours since she’s contacted me.”

That made Jackstalk chuckle. “That’s twice now she’s made the mistake of assuming based on classes alone. Maybe she’ll finally start learning something. Maybe. No guarantees.”

Liam lightly punched Harlow’s upper arm, retrieving him from his own mind again. “Kid, you okay?”

“Just, Raiden. It’s nothing. Sorry, I⸺” Harlow rubbed tears out of his eyes with his arm, having to adjust his glasses back.

“We’re gonna find them whether Storm wants us to or not.” Jackstalk sets a careful hand on Harlow’s shoulder, sending him jerking back and sizing himself down.

“Don’t do that.” Harlow heaved out. He couldn’t find it in him to focus on Jackstalk’s face anymore. “I don’t care if you mean well. Don’t ever⸺I can’t do this. I need a minute.” Harlow puts a hand in his hair, running off into the hallways with a heart trying to pound out of his chest. Jackstalk slowly sets his gaze on Liam, quiet while using sign language. Ah. That’s what you wanted to talk about.

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i'm sure i'll get some more lore into the story soon. maybe. if it makes sense.

[pagetreader]

“How can I show you who I am when I…”

She didn’t need him to finish his sentence to understand what he’d meant to say.

“We can figure the pesky details out together then, love,” she replied, her thumb brushing along the light stubble that peppered his face before he kissed her palm. It sounded awfully cliche, but she meant what she said.

The sensation of his hand sliding upward felt almost like she’d never been touched before, perhaps because no man had handled her so pointedly before, so conscious of her pleasure. At first, she tried to mostly focus on his words, purely out of habit.

A schoolteacher…from a small hamlet…Feck… 

Ben’s fingers found their target as he described what he could of himself, prompting a quivering little whimper to escape her as she bit down on her lower lip and squeezed his shoulders. 

Closing her eyes Moira melted into his touch, rolling her hips in response to his toying between her thighs, the sharp throb of her clit against his thumb sending jolts of ecstasy up through her. Her gaze found her way back to his face as she moaned a little louder, wanting to show him how candidly she was enjoying his efforts. 

"I'm not the man I once was," he murmured. "I had to kill him...in war, I was required to be somebody else."

It was a terrible thing to imagine this man had given his whole self for his country, to bring about the freedom that was supposed to be an 'inalienable' right, sacrificing everything until there was nothing left but the shell of a soldier, accustomed only to the demands of war rather than everyday society. Then what? What was he supposed to do now that it was won? His use to the world had evidently ended when the war had. 

Fuck that shite. 

“For what it’s worth…” she shivered, body powerless to resist him, “I like who I see.” 

“May I kiss you?” 

Despite the strict policy, Moira had many a harsh kiss stolen from her, but as Ben looked back at her, asking with such genuine consideration, she became wetter and more ravenous for his body. 

“Please,” she begged through another moan, trailing a hand down his chest, then abdomen, until she reached his cock, teasingly grazing her fingers along the shaft,“ I want to know what you taste like.”

She didn’t wait for him to oblige, impatiently tugging him upward to meet her before their lips collided. Moira hummed softly into his mouth while he continued to control her with every movement of his fingers.

Moira was silent for a long while. The sultry summer air seemed to lay thickly upon them, making Ben drowsy while her fingers continued stroking and pulling through his mussed queue.

"Then what say you to a little experiment of sorts, Biscuit?"

He blinked up at her, bemused by the pet name. "An experiment?"

She took his face between her hands, firm, yet gentle, and his breath hitched as she stroked her thumbs along the curve of his face. "If you can tell me who Benjamin is and make love to me. No payment, no strings attached. Just two people giving themselves willingly to each other?"

Ben swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing low in his throat. An unmistakable heat pooled deep in his lower belly, and flustered, he softly asked, "How can I show you who I am when I..." don't even know myself?

Quivering, he leaned into her touch and pressed a kiss to her open palm, fervent in his exploration as he anchored her hand against his lips. Distraction was key -- for her, for him -- and sliding his free hand down lower, he hesitantly dipped his fingers between her thighs and stroked upward.

"I was a schoolteacher," he whispered. Was, but no more. "And I...I'm from a small hamlet that I haven't seen in years." Hesitant, Ben brushed his thumb over her clit, blearily watching her face as he slid one finger inside her and then another, pumping slowly. To his surprise, she wasn't just wet from residual ardor -- she actually seemed to want this.

Face burning hot beneath her gaze, both from baring himself and the stark, burgeoning need rising between his legs, he gave a quick shake of his head. "I'm not the man I once was," he murmured. "I had to kill him...in war, I was required to be somebody else." I don't know who Benjamin is any longer.

Encouraging her to rock into his steadily driving hand, Ben admired the faint flush in Moira's face and softly asked, "May I kiss you?"

[onsunnyside]

a horny thot you say? 😈 here’s what I have… I feel like it resonates with your ‘daddy, sorry daddy’ kind of thing so here we go 😈

porn director Ari wanting to go over a new scene and script so he has you meet him at his condo. You’re just a little too naive for your own good because a bloodhound can smell Ari’s intentions from a mile away. He’s sleazy, he’s sneaky, and he doesn’t give a fuck about it.

he’s filled your head with all these thoughts and possibilities that you’d be a next level star. He could see you on with Playboy of all brands and of course you were excited. But this was all a means to an end because there’s no way Ari would let you leave his studio. Fuck everyone else.

“s-so what’s the idea you’ve got?” you were too flustered to even think seeing as though Ari had opened his front door in nothing but low hanging burgundy velour track pants and a gold chain that rested comfortably in between the hairy expanse of his chest.

“Have you ever had anyone on set cum in you? Ever had a creampie, before?”

You shook your head hesitantly out of nothing but sheer confusion. Mostly because Ari always directed the scenes and he was strict on anybody that got to fuck you, not to cum in you.

“Well good. That’s what we’re gonna try tonight if you’re willing”

He saw the nervousness in your face and immediately was worried you’d say no. Why? Because he wouldn’t take a no. Ari had plans for you that cut everybody else out of the picture entirely. Just you and him because that’s what he wanted.

He fell in love with you early on. And it wasn’t because you were a little fox in the sheets but because you were a sweetheart too. Everything he wanted in a partner and… a mother. But he didn’t plan to knock you up tonight, you were still on medicated birth control given by the studio to prevent pregnancies.

but there was no harm in trying…

But you were scared. What if it felt weird?

Ari cupped your face with his huge palm as you two sat on the edge of his california big bed, “listen, honey. I’m only pushin’ you this hard because I know what you could do with this kind of career. You’ve got the potential to be real successful but you can’t play chicken, now. Having someone cum in you is the least of what you should be knowin’ how to do, don’t disappoint me, (y/n)”

but the apprehension was still palpable, “y’know what, don’t even worry about it. I guess I’ll just have to give Jenny a call, see if she’s down for a Playboy catalog, y’know she’s done everything in porn, they’d love someone like her—“

You grabbed Ari’s arm to try and stop him, “wait no, please don’t, I’m sorry, I-I really wanna go big and go far and if that means learning from you then I wouldn’t want it with anybody else, please don’t call Jenny”

But Ari wasn’t planning on it. Not in the slightest. He just wanted to see you sweat.

“Good girl, now c’mere”

And that’s how you found yourself on all fours on his plush bed, taking all but every inch his girth had to offer.

It was intense and Ari only upped it. With a firm grip on your hair, straining your neck to rest on his shoulder, Ari fucked you diligently and with a kind of authority that had you melting.

You’d been at it for hours. This was the fourth round and Ari still hadn’t cum yet, but you had, too many times to count. Nor could you keep focus.

Ari slapped your ass and gripped the flesh hard. “God, I’m gonna fill you up, keep you so stuffed you won’t be able to sit down properly without feelin’ my cum so deep in you. Fuck, you’re doing so good, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well”

“T-thank you, daddy, feels so good”

Ari released your hair put quickly pulled you back into him with his thick forearm, his breath on your ear as he spoke.

“Daddy’s gonna cum, are you ready?” You nodded your head vigorously.

“Please!”

That was enough to send Ari over the edge as he held onto your hips with a hard grip, keeping you stilled on the base of his throbbing cock as he pumped load after load into your sensitive cunt. So much so that it began to leak out anyway, a creamy base formed and dripped down your legs.

And he wasn’t quiet about it either. The noises came right from his throat and deep from his chest, like a lion roaring.

“If you keep this up, you’ll be far in no time”

But the only concerning thought was, “I’m still on the birth control, right? No one would be able to get me pregnant, right?”

Ari kissed your shoulder, “of course, it’s protocol, everyone will get their refill tomorrow so make sure to take yours”

He heard your sigh of relief but the lie only made his smirk a whole lot more deserved. Everyone would get their refills of a pill that’s meant to work. Not you and quite frankly, you haven’t been, thanks to Ari.

He couldn’t wait for the phone call he’d get from you come next month. It was time. 😈

Enjoy… 🥰😈

HERE WE GOOO !! I’ve been holding back from this so I can reply as whore-ish as I need, bc I just KNOW bestie genie has got the filthiest thots 🌚🥹 daddy sorry daddy is my fave 🫡 the pure dilf-ness, the nastiest daddies !!

GAHH SLEAZY PORN DIRECTER ARI ?? ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME FAINT ??

Ari had opened his front door in nothing but low hanging burgundy velour track pants and a gold chain that rested comfortably in between the hairy expanse of his chest.

this fucking slut, answering the door like that, hairy tits out. i hate him.

do it again.

OMG SHE HAS NEVER HAD A CREAMPIE ?? ALL BC THIS SLEAZY DILF IS A BIG BOSS AND DOESNT LET ANYONE CUM IN HER ??

“Well good. That’s what we’re gonna try tonight if you’re willing”

oh daddy we can try every night, every day, whenever you want

THIS BASTARD HAS A BREEDING KINK OF COURSE 😖😖 and he’s in love with her 🥹 ok that makes it kind of romantic if you ignore his obsession with her 🫡

I choose to ignore it bc I’m a whore

Having someone cum in you is the least of what you should be knowin’ how to do, don’t disappoint me, (y/n)”

I’m literally on my knees wtf 🥲 he’s so manipulative and powerful. practically telling her “if you don’t do this, I can easily replace you” 😣 it flies straight over her head bc she’s so naive !! she doesn’t know any better and falls right into his sexy trap

learning from him ?? the legendary porn director ari levinson ?? count me in

And that’s how you found yourself on all fours on his plush bed, taking all but every inch his girth had to offer.

OK THIS CAME SO SUDDENLY (pun intended) I SQUEAKED !!

obviously this obscene man would fuck her from behind, keeping her flush against him while using her hole 😣😣 he so big and beefy

HOURS BEING RAILED BY HIM ?? RIP TO HER 😭 his stamina is out of the roof, I can practically taste the overstimulation

“God, I’m gonna fill you up, keep you so stuffed you won’t be able to sit down properly without feelin’ my cum so deep in you. Fuck, you’re doing so good, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well”

oh my god.

That was enough to send Ari over the edge as he held onto your hips with a hard grip, keeping you stilled on the base of his throbbing cock as he pumped load after load into your sensitive cunt. So much so that it began to leak out anyway, a creamy base formed and dripped down your legs.

OH MY GOD !!

THE MESSIEST CREAMPIE FROM THE DADDIEST DADDY HIMSELF 😣😣 only if they filmed all that, I just know she’d be number one asap

He heard your sigh of relief but the lie only made his smirk a whole lot more deserved. Everyone would get their refills of a pill that’s meant to work. Not you and quite frankly, you haven’t been, thanks to Ari.

He couldn’t wait for the phone call he’d get from you come next month. It was time. 😈

DREAMS DO CUM TRUE 😭😭 I WAS HOPING FOR A SNEAKY DARK DADDY ENDING LIKE THIS !! after he just pumped her full, so full some dripped out, there’s no doubt he’s knocked her up 🫠

GENIE BESTIE YOU KNOCKED IT OUT OF THE PARK !! I’m so glad I read this all alone bc my reactions are so visible, everyone would ask what I’m reading 😳 I’m an absolute whore for this man, he’s so dirty and mean 😣 and he’s going to control her whole life now too !!

I asked for horny thots and you gave me a full course slutty sleazy meal !! LEMME KITH YOUR SEXY BRAIN 😚😚🧠🫶 THANK YOU SO MUCH

[ateezinmymind]

ateez and their size kink

warning: smut, fem! reader

requested by anon,, thank you so much!! i hope this is okay.. i’m sorry if it’s not— i’m on the taller side so— i’m like :/ eh?

hongjoong:

to be one hundred percent honest i think he wouldn’t be one to say he’d have that kink ..at first !!

but the way you would just look so cute under him while he’s railing into you... he’s like wait

he’d love to run his hands all over you just to see the comparison

cups your boobs/chest

because he’s shorter.. he’d never put it away

like ALWAYS teasing you..

“hey joongie” you call from your room to your lover in the living room. making him enter the room to you laying on the bed, sprawled out on your back- causing his dick to twitch in his pants from the sight of your body. your robe the only thing on your body, loosely fit and opened, letting your glistening heat be the center of attention.

“naughty little baby... what are you doing?” he growls out coming to the edge of the bed, grabbing ahold of your ankles to pull you closer to his growing member. gasping out from the sudden jerk and now close proximity to his tent- you stutter out your best “mmmh- i need you p-pretty please?”

“and what exactly does my baby need?” he says lowly, now squeezing your thighs deliciously in his hands. making you shiver, “your cock.”

“is that right?” hongjoong hums out when he brings his hands down to rake up your stomach and to your beautiful breasts. causing you to whine more and put your hands over his, and then to his zipper- fumbling with it while chanting and repeating “yes”

he just watches the pout form upon your lips when your hands are too shaky, so when you huff out- hongjoong immediately pushes you back down and shows you how to do it properly. ending with him fucking your tiny pussy before he could even take off his clothes.

“little baby... so small”

seonghwa:

cocky #1

melts his heart honestly.. like how??

DIRTY TALKER

or more like dirty praises?

please let him cum in your tiny pussy

HE WILL FILL YOU FULL

he wondered if it was just affecting him- how small you were in comparison.

you were so small and cute, it made seonghwa become someone he had to calm down. constantly touching you, you were his little thing to fuck and love- not anyone else’s

“you like that huh? my thick cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he growls right against the shell of your ear, while you throw your head back into his neck letting out moans of pleasure.

“yes, yes! seonghwa you’re so big”

and always when you did your chanting about how much you were in admiration for his bigger size, immediately and always made seonghwa want to bust.

it was something he took so much pride into, like yes. yes he was so big, only for you- and he would never live it down, constantly reminding you in anyway that you were on the lower level.

“mmmh gonna fuck my cum in you yeah? you want that? to fill you so full it’ll spill out of your tiny hole?”

just give him the go ahead and he’ll let go.

only to fuck you over and over again until everything spills to your thighs and onto the bedsheets

yunho:

please wear his clothes

he LOVES to fuck you in his big hoodie/shirt

TUMMY BULGE!!

he knows he big so he’s extremely careful when you’re so much smaller

cockwarming!!

but deep down he really wants to destroy you

as he watches his cock slide in and out of your wet heat from his hovering stance. yunho’s hands veiny, under your (his) clothes and resting on your stomach- he feels himself poke from your inners.

the feeling sending him into oblivion, hips frantic- but gentle hearing every whimper fall from your little lips and how your walls clench desperately around him.

“baby? s-stop clenching so hard” groaning out watching your eyes roll back and body to grow limp in his big hoodie covering your top half, yunho feels himself start to lose control

“b-but i can’t- you feel so good yuyu” moaning out blissfully. each word and sounds making him grow hotter and harder

your legs spread apart so wonderfully for him, as he fucks into your body cushioned on the bed. the morning sun peeking ever so slightly from the window blinds, lighting the room- such a beautiful setting for such lewd antics

slapping sounds, so erotic- waking up wanting and needing you, yunho had caved in

you were so small, but by far the warmest- pleasurable feeling

yeosang:

he’d be like ... wow ... tiny

hahahHAHAH jkjk no

but he’d be soooo AMAZED

like.. for real would think he’s going to break you

i think he would really like you to give him HANDJOBS!!

your tiny hands wrapped around him— fuck

he didn’t think that watching a show on tv, with you sitting on the floor while he in the sofa- you between his legs. that he’d be getting hard and actually cause you to crack first.

no way was yeosang going to interrupt your show for a little bedroom playtime, so when it was you who made the first move- things set sail

your fingers brushing over his tip, gathering his leaking arousal- yeosang kept his eyes down watching every move of your small digits and the way both your hands jacking him off looked.

you made him feel huge, and it was true

“y/n- fuck” bucking his hips up, yeosang twitches closer to the edge

having no idea why you’re making him feel close so fast, you just were irresistible with those small features…. all so tempting-

“you can’t even wrap your hands around me~”

but just wait until after he grunts out his dirty comments and amazement, and cums over your hands- it’ll make him hard all over again, and then he’ll compare his size to the tightness of your cunt

san:

cocky #2

are we surprised? not really no

but there’s two things.. does he want to rip you apart or spare you the delicacy?

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD

if he’s hornyyyy- it’s game over

he’ll do the whole nine— but you better beg

okay doggy would be a position you and san spend having sex in quite a lot.

especially if he’s feeling greedy and pretty much like the most prideful man on earth- because.. i mean he’s the biggest compared to the little baby you are.

“this small pussy takes my big cock so well huh?” he questions you in a low level moan while gripping ahold of your hips tightly

hitting in you perfectly every time, cries of pleasure rip out of you- as your arms can’t keep your upper body up any longer. “mmm- yes! only for you!”

san loves holding his hands on the small of your back while moving his hips in deliberately- making you fall apart just to his doing. your moans made him gleam with delight. and he couldn’t get enough.

so when san pulls out of your sopping cunt- leaving your orgasm to fade away into the midst of no pleasure. and you begin the begging

oh boy. “sannie! n-no don’t stop!! please stretch me out!” with a pout on your lips and hands trailing down to play with your clit- “i need your big cock~”

he’s back in- pounding into you like no tomorrow.. better yet, you’ll be going on until tomorrow- up all night, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your little body

mingi:

princess boy would think you were so cute

omg like :O

YOU ON TOP = MOANING MESS

your small body taking his big everything would make him so bananas

like.. please RIDE HIS THIGHS

climbing on the thickness of mingi’s thighs, two things were going to happen. one; he was going to take in every second of your show and not take any of it further for him, or two; bring the aftermath of it upon you. meaning you caused this achingly hard erection to occur with the friction of your pussy against his thighs, so why don’t you just be so kind and take care of it?

seeing you on top of his spread legs, bouncing yourself up and down his dick- made him feel warmth succumb every part of his body.

“y/n, baby- yes!” deep moans into the air, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing. mingi wouldn’t have it any other way

your thighs straddling him, his cock sheathed into you at the pace you make for yourself- all of it was pure bliss

mostly it was when you reached your high. that he couldn’t take it any longer.

your hands gripping tightly into his shoulders, as you continuously abused your sweet hole with him, clenching, moaning- throwing yourself forward to his chest.

once you hit your climax, mingi needs to pull out to spurt his cum over the small of your stomach. absolutely covering you with his white paint. so much of it- just to be splattered about, all over your panting and heaving self was absolutely pristine

wooyoung:

cocky #3

holy hell, YOURE GOING TO NEED HELP

he will ALWAYS make sure you know just how small you really are

like... oh? you can’t reach that? too bad

SO RUDEEE (not really but like) TEASE!

SUCK HIM OFF PLEASE!! he’ll get so whiny

“you little whore huh? really that’s what you are! a tiny little wh- uH~!”

constantly. everytime he’d ramble about having his thick big dick in the smallest little thing of a mouth you have, giving him just a quick suck and pump of your hands- sent wooyoung into a babbling mess.

to the point where you’d have him bucking up with need- because all you do is be small. that’s it.

be the small thing he gets to fuck and love.

oh? you’re hungry? take his cock. oh? you’re bored? take his cock.

it was simple yet exciting. you loved taking him in every way. and he loved the way you- so little yet so proud and confident that wooyoung wouldn’t let it go.

“you j-just can’t get enough can you?” as soon as the stuttering comes repeatedly- it was a cue for you to brace yourself for a load of his seed.

lips wrapped tight around him, your wet little tongue licking and ravishing…. what a sight.

it’s even better when it’s decorated with the milky white of his cum~

jongho:

something inside him will unlock

and he will want to suddenly make you a MESS

MANHANDLING i swear on it

he will lift you up just in regular life

AND in the bedroom

DOES ALL SORTS OF FUCKING- against the wall, standing, etc

it was the little whine that escaped your mouth when jongho had picked you up from the floor and onto the counter when you two were making out- that he knew, fuck yes.

“oh? you’re becoming more and more dumb each time i fuck your tight pussy, hmm” jongho can help the lowness of his voice to become while feeling the way you get even tighter around him, “maybe i ought to fuck you with something else but my cock?”

“no! no! y-your cock please mmmmh- only yours jongho!” your pleading whines that turn into moans into the crook of his neck, for the way he holds you leaves you no choice but to throw your head into

having your body pinned against the wall, so small- easy to use in his advantage and liking

jongho enjoyed the way you were able to be taken anywhere, and in any way. while even during the normal of the day in life- and your going about in public, how you constantly pressed your tiny hands against his abdomen holding him close. jongho, either had a hand cupping your ass or you palming him

no matter the circumstance. jongho lives to see the baby he loves- so small and sweet be needy and breakable to his every demand…