#nexs silly guys

[nex-eats-eyes]

okay made her look better. didnt know what to do with her hands.

[lolana101]

MEN WHO BEG

— feat. denji, viktor, xavier, okarun, ekko, jayce, yuji, etc.

— cw: 18+ , dirty talking, marking, saliva, rough nex, begging,

he’s whining against you, your head dug into the sea pillows before you, your hair a soft halo around your sweaty, fucked out face.

his movements are sloppy, less coordinated. he’s half hard and panting desperately into your ear, whining about how good you are for him, how he promises to fuck you silly, even if he’s the one a squeeze away from tapping out.

“…don’t wanna- fuck you feel soo good.”

your brain is a jumbled mess, your thighs and ass are sticky with a mix of both of you all’s love fluids, your clit puffy and hot, his fingers pressing, rubbing, desperately trying to bring you to another orgasm so he can feel you squeeze those gummy walls around his achy cock.

you weren’t even sure if you could cum anymore, and you could feel his member constantly twitching deep, peppering deep kisses against your bruised cervix.

yet the burn was so fucking good, his palms desperately pawing at your hips in a attempt to keep them arched so he wasn’t just laying and humping on you.

wet hot kisses are pressing against your bruised neck and shoulder, the hot heap of his tongue dragging over the flesh.

his gaze is full of pure need, his hips driving into you, the slapping against skin so sinful. the headboard is pounding against the wall, the pillow placed there long slipped to the shadows below.

“…you feel so good.. tell me you feel-“

he’s cumming again, your gummy walls encapsulating his twitching member. he’s whimpering, his hips finally stopping, still pressed balls deep into you.

“fuck’n.. take it-“

your head tilts, eyes full of tears yet none seem to fall. kissing your eyebrows softly, he begs to go just one more time. you can still feel the aftershocks of your previous orgasm, as your hips arch back up. so pathetic.

hope you guys enjoyed!! tried something new, lmk if you liked it! requests are open and i’m currently working on two :)

[blublublujk]

bound 2 (falling in love)

oneshot

word count: 6.5k

genre: fwb to lovers

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary:

You and Yoongi were okay with being friends with benefits... until you weren't.

warnings: i tried to focus on fluff (did you catch it or did i fail), explicit sexual content; unprotected sex (they make love to each other), choking and breath play (hello it's yoongi), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, crying (is it really my ff if there's no crying involved), creampie, very cute aftercare and i think that’s all, this is more sweet than anything lol

a.n: believe it or not this wasn't apart of my drafts i wrote this all one night because i couldn't sleep so thank my insomnia for this, it was about time i write about yoongi :D

also i noticed a lot of you are reading it was destiny and love always wins and i wish you guys wouldn't only because i plan to rewrite some of it and continue them at a further time (chaptered ffs are so hard for me rn since i don't have all the time in the world to dedicate myself to them but i promise to be back with those two series) thank you for everyone who takes time to read what i write it really means so much and your comments have been so motivating. thank you so fucking much for 2k notes on good girl, gone bad i havent seen numbers like that ever im so so grateful, thank you from the bottom of my heart. i'll try to be back one or two more times this month and happy late birthday to me hehe <3

—> m.list

—> welcome me on ao3 & twt

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It happened again.

Another failed date to add to the sad list of people that simply will never workout for you.

The list was growing longer as months passed. When you started this list, it was barely the start of a very hot summer. Probably the hottest it’s been in years, one can only assume the winter will not be any easier. 

And you were right. Winter was only beginning and it was brutally cold. The streets were moist from the previous night of harsh rainfall. 

What better time to date and settle down than now. When the world gives you rain, settle for the warm arms of a lover.

Unfortunately, you made a grave mistake thinking this would come easy. Ten first dates later and you are still very single and loverless. 

It is not easy to go out during a time like now, suffering at the sight of happy couples and their stupid happy lives. Really, it should disgust you. It used to. The whole concept of devoting your entire life to someone. The need to constantly feel the tender touch of another person. The desire to fall in love and do it all over again, you get it now. At least, you think you do. 

“I don’t think this is gonna work.” The words fall from your mouth in a quiet rush. The man across you sits in silence before he smiles in his loss. 

“Don’t worry, I figured. It seems your mind was elsewhere. I know you don’t want to pursue anything romantically, and that’s fine with me, but is everything okay?” 

Is everything okay? Well currently, yeah you’re okay. As for your heart, it’s heavy and strangely, you feel there’s a hole in your chest and it needs to be filled. That would fix things, you think. You have been single for so long that you forgot what it was like to love and cherish someone. Not that you have ever truly loved or cherished anyone, but you’ve gotten close. If a silly relationship you had in your sophomore year of high school counts. Then yes, you’ve totally been in love. 

“I’m okay. Thanks for asking. I didn’t mean to lead you on, if it ever felt like I did.” The apology seems bitter in your mouth. Another failed fucking attempt. How difficult can dating be? Have you really been this disconnected with the world around you? 

“Don’t stress it! Things happen. I hope you can find what you’re looking for. See you… around?” The man’s understanding response makes you feel worse. Maybe you should consider deleting Tinder and finding love naturally, if that’s still a thing in the contemporary life. 

“Yeah, totally!” And like that you’re off to the next. Giving yourself plenty of time to bathe in your disappointment and miserably cry about your failed attempts at finding what you’ve been missing. Who knew dating could be so difficult?

The walk back home is just as cold as the outcome of today’s date. Your date insisted he could drive you home and if not that then pay for a cab, but you didn’t live too far from the restaurant you both met at. Though he insisted, you figured this walk could refresh you after yet another failure. You were starting to regret it as the cold wind started roughly hitting your skin. Preserving the chilly weather, you genuinely couldn’t wait to get home and wrap yourself in a bundle of warm blankets and comfortable clothes. 

Cold hands struggle to open your door, you blow on them with warm puffs of breaths, soon making your way in and getting comfortable in your humble apartment. 

yoon: you up?

And that, that is what made this harder. The fact that you knew there was someone completely capable of loving and caring for you the way you desired. You have seen it with your own eyes. Every time you ended up in his bed, in his arms, you felt it. Deep down you know something is there and that something beats everything else. Maybe you’re just delusional, but you look for him in everyone else and you hate it. Hate because you will never be anything more than his personal little whore that comes at the sound of his call. 

me: yeah

Normally, you aren’t dry over texts, especially not with him so he’ll see right through you. You’re hoping for once, he can ignore it. 

He won't. 

yoon: you ok?

me: been better

yoon: wanna talk about it?

me: no, i'm ok

yoon: ok, wanna come over? 

Yes, because during a time like this all you want is the comfort and warmth of someone else’s touch and Yoongi has never failed at giving that to you. But he is not yours.

And you are not his. 

me: not feeling well. sorry.

yoon: sick? 

A white lie never hurt anyone. 

me: yeah, throat hurts

yoon: im sorry 

me: it's not your fault maybe another time.

Though you really shouldn’t say that. There should be no next time. That way you don’t suffer any longer and drag him down with you, considering everything you’ve been feeling and dealing with lately. It’s not fair to Yoongi, but especially yourself.

He doesn’t reply anymore and you can’t even hide your disappointment. You aren’t disappointed at him, okay maybe a little bit at him, but mainly yourself and your recently found complicated feelings. 

You and Yoongi started this whole mess a year ago, before you even realized what you truly wanted. It started off with subtle flirting here and there. They say not to mess with coworkers, given that it can complicate things at work and one should never play with their main source of income, but you did it anyway. You are still young and he only made you feel younger, like a teenage girl crushing over her forbidden crush at church. It was silly, but Yoongi made it easy. 

The flirting turned to one thing, then another. 

“We shouldn’t, not here.” Yoongi had you pinned outside the club you both worked at, leaving trails of wet kisses down your throat.

“Five more minutes.” His words were muffled into your skin as his hands explored your body. Yoongi’s touch was always way too soft for his own good and you fell victim to his deadly warmth. 

“If Mr. Kim finds out, he’ll kill us and fire us both.” That was a bit dramatic on your part and you swore you felt the taller smiling against your neck.

Yoongi drops one last kiss on your cheek as his hot breath hits your ear. “Not if I kill him first.”

You gasped, pushing him off you with a quick smack to his chest. “D-Don’t even joke like that.” 

Yoongi just laughed. 

“Okay, okay baby.” The term of endearment fell from his lips too easily and you melted into the dark night. “See you after work?” 

You only nodded, not being able to deny his temporary warmth and sweet presence. Then he dropped a kiss on your lips, leaving you just as quick as when he first found you. You were fucked.

From there, it only got worse for your sake. Your heart could only take so much. 

Really, you should blame things on him. It was his fault you fell in love with him and his stupidly soft hands. It was all his fault! He left you no choice but to love the feel of his lips against your skin, to easily melt under his soft gaze, and find comfort in his unnecessarily warm bed. Yoongi was perfect. Everything you could ever want. 

That’s why it was so fucking hard. Dating was hard enough, but after feeling Yoongi’s intimate touch, you were a complete goner. Though he was far from it, Yoongi touched you like you were his and he would fuck you like a lover would. Kissing and making love to you as if you were the most beautiful woman on Earth. It was all too much. 

Fuck, you really needed to get a grip.

The knock on your door makes you jump from your couch. 

Ten minutes longer and you would have fallen asleep exactly where you were lying. In outside clothes and all. You didn’t even bother taking off the outfit you had carefully planned thinking that this lucky outfit would have finally taken you somewhere. It didn’t. 

“Coming!” There’s not a single person that should be outside your door, especially at this hour. Your feet make their way to the door regardless and the blood from your face drains when you see the person standing behind the door. 

Quickly, you unlock your front door, rushing the taller inside. “Hurry! It’s freezing! What are you doing out here?” 

Yoongi’s cheeks are surely frozen, a pink dust decorates his cheeks and the tip of his nose. It almost makes him look cute. You were far more gone than you imagined. 

He hustles inside, carrying a fairly large brown bag with him. He brought… groceries? 

“Took you long enough.” The taller one makes himself at home, laying his bag on your coffee table. 

“What are you even doing here?” You ask again. 

He ignores you. “Thought you said you were sick. You don’t look very sick?” 

Yoongi looks at you with a questioning look, his eyes wander your outfit and guilt starts eating your insides. 

You cross your arms, an attempt to hide yourself in shame, but what’s done is done. “I- I had plans.” 

“Yeah, I see that.” He simply says, standing awkwardly in your living area. 

If this doesn’t convince you to delete that forsaken app for the sake of your dignity and shameful behavior, you don’t know what will.

“Anyways, w-what brings you here?” 

“Brought you some stuff.” His hand waves over to the bag he carried inside. 

“Stuff?” You question, a bit dumbfounded, planted still in your place.

“Tea, cough drops, some soup I made earlier this week. Oh and flowers.” Yoongi doesn’t seem at all embarrassed or fazed about the situation. Not that he should be, but he speaks with a puff to his chest, as if he wanted to ensure you understood his every word and action. Like any concerned lover would be. As if he was yours and you were his.

Oh.

This was so so bad. For you and your weak heart. Fuck.

“I-“ 

He cuts you off before you even get to speak. “I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s just some plain seaweed soup. Usually helps me when I’m sick. I’m not sure what flowers you like, or if you even like flowers. Do you? Their tulips. I did a bit of research before. My mom likes tulips. I figured you might like them too.” 

He did research? Double fuck! 

Yoongi was nervously rambling, now he was slightly embarrassed. Pink flushes his cheeks and it wasn’t the weather’s doing this time. 

“Yoongi…” You start breathlessly and in disbelief. 

“What?” He nearly stutters, his hand is shaking. He’s nervous. Who would have thought? 

“Why.” Is all you manage to ask. 

“You were sick.” Is all he replies. As if things were really that simple. What next? Would he come rushing to the hospital if you suddenly fell ill? God forbid, but it was a valid question. 

What was going on? For a second, you entertain the idea. Maybe he fell in love between the blurry lines of this complicated relationship. Were the shared intimate memories too special for him to forget too? You weren’t sure anymore, but what did this all mean? Maybe he loves you, as much as you love him.

Thoughts keep spinning and you wish there was an easier way to turn off your brain. Not now.

“I know, but why? Why all this? Why for me?” Your vulnerability is showing and it makes you feel weak. Maybe your hands are shaking too. 

“I don't understand?” Yoongi searches for the answer in your glossy eyes, he’s tempted to reach out and comfort you. Have you in his hands, but he’s too coward. He doesn’t want you to feel the shiver of his touch right now. His vulnerability peaks through as well. 

Why not you? It’s always going to be you. 

“I-I’m nothing to you.” There’s a shiver again and then you break. 

Yoongi doesn’t care anymore. He’ll consider the consequences later. Right now, none of it matters.

His hands hold your face, ready to wipe the tears that threaten to leak from your precious eyes. He hopes his hands aren't cold anymore from standing outside for so damn long, but he couldn’t stop himself, in his selfishness and all.

His hands shake slightly, trying to stay strong as he lays it all on the table. “Y/N, you’re everything to me.” He whispers, eyes never leaving yours.

You lay your own hands on his, you feel so delicate around him when you wrap warm hands around his cold wrists.

“I-I am?” You ask between sniffles. His hands are still pretty cold, but they’ll soon warm up against your soft skin. Nobody knows how desperately you need to be touched until you are and then it’s like little fireworks spark inside your body. It consumes you in the best way possible.

“Of course. I thought I made that obvious.” His eyes are soft, different to how he typically looks at you, but you’ve seen these same eyes before. They are no stranger. It’s similar to the look he gives you when you catch him staring at you while you are deep in work. He pretends to look away as if he wasn’t admiring you from afar and you pretend that you don’t notice his curious eyes. It’s the same look he has after you both end up in heated makeout sessions, behind the rusty club you both work at. And it’s definitely the same look he has while he settles on top of you, whispering sweet words of praise and promise.

Nothing should feel different but it just does, there’s something in the way he looks down at you that lets you know that everything you’ve been searching for has always been right here. Right where you’ve been all along.

The taller leans in and you freeze struggling to keep your eyes on his. Yoongi’s thumb brushes against your cheek with a soft touch. You were fragile between his hands and he’s willing to do anything to keep his precious flower safe. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Yes. Please.” You whisper back in a hurry, scared that this would be nothing but a dream. It wasn’t time for you to wake up yet.

His eyes zero-in on your lips and then he’s kissing you. It’s not much different from other times. After all, you guys have shared plenty of kisses, probably more than you should have considering you guys were friends with benefits, at most. But this time, the kiss isn’t just a careless lust-filled doing, no this time the kiss is a promise. The promise to never again allow you to question his feelings and intentions towards you. 

If Yoongi has to spend his whole life making this up to you, he simply would because that’s how much you meant to him. He can’t believe he even let this go on for this long. He should have been more clear and careful, but he doesn’t regret a damn thing. Not when he has all the time in the world to repair the time lost. And especially not when his reckless actions led him to this. To you.

Yoongi’s lips are soft and bend with yours with ease. He takes his time, never in a rush. Especially not when he has you in-hand. 

The taller doesn’t escalate the kiss. He keeps it sweet and gentle, like he always has been. “I’m so sorry baby.” 

Kiss.

“For?” 

Kiss.

Yoongi has the whole world in his hands right now as he looks down into the sparkles in your eyes and he’s never been so sure about anything in his life. “For being a fucking idiot.”

Kiss. 

“It’s okay.” A kiss is shared again. “I was an idiot too. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want that with me.” 

“Want what?” The taller questions, fingers trailing your face, admiring the imperfections and all. 

“A relationship, I mean. You seemed content with how our relationship already was. I was afraid of losing that. Of losing you.” You admit, eyes fluttering at his touch. 

“Of course, I want that. I want that and more. I-I’m not the best with relationships. I’m only saying this because I want to be open and honest with you. There’s not a second you aren’t on my mind. While at work, you are all I can see. In a crowd of a hundred, my eyes always find yours. I don’t know how to explain what you do to me. But I don’t mind. I think if I ever lost that, I would lose my mind. So I’m sorry if I ever made you feel the opposite. There’s so much more I want to say, but I just don’t know how. I want that. I want that so bad. A relationship and whatever more you give me. I might not be the best boyfriend but I’ll do whatever it takes. I- I love you.” Yoongi’s words are heartfelt and he’s so relieved. One because he’s been keeping this in for so long, any longer and he would have exploded, but second because he’s been dying to say those three words. He really does love you and Yoongi doesn’t love many people in life, but if he had to choose, it’s always gonna be you. 

The tears that were creeping on your eye-lids fall prettily down your face, but Yoongi comes to your rescue. He’s quick to wipe them off your pretty face, tempted to kiss them away, but he keeps that in for now. “Y-Yoongi… I love you too. So much. I think I always have. You are so easy to love. The way you look at me, care for me, and always show up for me. That says more about you than anything else. I tried dating to get over what I felt for you, as you can probably tell, but nothing worked. It was so easy, Yoongi. So easy to fall in love with you. You’re perfect and I don’t doubt that you’ll be the best even after all this. I love you.”

“I love you too, I love you. Fuck, I love you.” Yoongi kisses you again and this time he isn’t as gentle. His lips are still soft as ever as they curl around yours. His tongue comes out and you immediately allow access, letting him explore your mouth. The taste is much better now that there isn’t anything you both are holding back. Everything down on the line and you couldn’t be happier. The hole in your heart was never empty, it was just waiting for this exact moment to remind you that you’ve always had it all. 

“Yoongi.” In between breaths you call his name and Yoongi feels his knees lock. “Take me to bed.” 

Yoongi just nods in a trance with the way your tone drips of arousal. A long strand of hair falls on his face when he picks you up with ease off your feet. He takes you to the place he’s had the honor to visit a hundred times before, but it’s different this time, much different. 

In the process of it all, something falls and it causes you both to laugh until you run out of breath. 

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You laugh into his ear. “You owe me a new lamp. My mother bought me that, you know. House-warming gift.”

“Fuck, sorry.” Yoongi mumbles near a whisper as he grips you harder like he’s afraid he might drop you next and the idea makes you giggle because you know he would never purposely hurt you. “I’ll apologize to your mother directly. Buy you and her a new lamp, whatever it takes.”

“What makes you think you are meeting my mother?” You tease with a smile on your face, watching the blush rise on his cheeks. 

“Well, I figured we could, you know, if you would like–” Yoongi doesn’t often get shy about many things but he can’t keep calm around you and that kills him softly.

“I’m just teasing you.” You say and he bites his lip. “Of course you’ll meet my mother and my father and my nosy ass family. I hope you like annoying, persistent grandma’s that stuff you full. My grandma’s the worst of her kind, but she’ll love you.”

“I would love to.” Yoongi simply replies, still whispering as if you guys had to keep quiet or else you’d be in deep trouble. 

“Why are we still whispering?” You whisper back, roaming fingers through his long, gorgeous hair. He needs to remind you to thank his mother personally for insisting he keep his hair long because it made him look pretty and you could never disagree. Yoongi’s so pretty. 

“I-I don’t know.” 

You both smile at each other before sharing another kiss. It’s so sweet and if you weren’t already off your feet, you would be floating by now. He’s gentle when letting you drop into the sheets below, he finds space between your legs and you wrap them around his hips. Lips still in contact, never losing the plushy feel. 

Everything starts to feel hot. Your hips start to slowly grind against his begging for any sort of friction. But the kissing doesn’t stop. 

Not when you start whining against his lips. 

Not even when Yoongi starts trailing his fingers down your waist and around your curves. He teases his fingertips against your waistline, soft to the touch. 

It’s not until you mewl loudly into his mouth, skillful tongue playing with yours, as you feel him start unbuckling your pants, button-by-button. 

Yoongi’s eyes are heavy-lidded, his gaze burning fire. “Gonna take care of you now, is that okay?” 

You furiously nod, coming up to kiss him once more, both your lips are raw and sensitive, but it gives you more of a reason to fix it with even more kisses. 

He drops one quick kiss onto your mouth before he trails down your jaw. Yoongi breathes in the sweet scent on your skin, wishing he could feel you even closer. “Smell so damn good.”

His voice is raspy against your ear and it makes you blush, while you feel his hand finally touch you where you had been aching with need. “Wanna hear you.”

Breathing lightly, you whisper. “Make me.” 

And of course, Yoongi makes you regret how fast you said the words because he delves his fingers forward with little resistance. Two fingers stretch you at the same time, gasping at the sudden sensation. 

By now, you were molded to fit Yoongi’s fingers. On days where you were really in need, you would take four, all at once. Yoongi was best at reading every expression, every crease and scrunch to your face, especially emotions. He knew exactly how to curve his fingers, the way to build you up, and bring you back down. Yoongi knew it all and he was so lucky too. 

He never anticipated it would have gone this far. It was just sex to begin with. But who were you both kidding, it was always much, much more. 

Yoongi curves his fingers in the way he’s used to and watches your mouth drop, sweet noises soon leaving your lips. “Feels good?” 

There’s no need to ask because he can tell. Your expression tells him everything he needs to know. That and the fact that you are dripping around his fingers but it’s sexier hearing it from you. 

“Yeah… f-feels so good.” With his other hand he tugs your clothes off, leaving you bare on the bottom. Remembering the first few times is a bit embarrassing, but Yoongi always made sure to take his time and make you feel comfortable. It was special and memorable in its own way, and Yoongi felt it too. 

This is unlike any first time, but it was technically the first time you could officially make love to each other until you fall lovesick and that had to be impossible around someone like Yoongi. 

“Hold your legs open for me, flower.” You try to ignore the warm feeling that buzzes in your chest, but you are sure your face says it all. Without another word, you spread your legs open, tucking both hands behind your thighs.

“Flower?” You breathe out with a bit of a struggle as his two fingers continue to pump deep inside you, brushing repeatedly against your g-spot. 

“Do you not like it?” Yoongi smiles slightly, biting his bottom lip while he watches you start to tremble, making the prettiest sounds. 

“I do. Why the new name?” Voice a bit unsteady but it does the job. Yoongi thinks of all the times he thought you were as pretty as a flower, which really was all the time. Especially, in the way he has you right now. Pretty, pretty as a flower. 

“I’ve always wanted to call you that. You’re pretty, sweet, delicate. Just like a flower.” He justifies his reasoning and you melt into puddles. 

“Yoongi.” Voice sweet as honey. 

“Yes baby.” He replies with ease.

“Make love to me, Yoongi.” 

There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love. How foolish of him to think so. When he met you, it was a complete three-sixty. Suddenly, Yoongi started to look forward to his shit job. He looked forward to that time between breaks where he could admire you from the back like a pinning loser. Yoongi even started to like the walks he had to take to get to work because he knew that the path would eventually lead to you. He started looking forward to tomorrow's and to the bright future that led ahead. His mom would often complain that he was wasting his life away waiting for it to start, but Yoongi thinks life truly started the day he met you. 

It was a bit awkward because you couldn’t even look him in the eyes, intimated by the staff and new environment. You had previously worked in different bars so you assumed it would be no different and it wasn’t, but the intimidation of a new job was there nonetheless. Yoongi was there every step of the way. He had a crush on the new employee and you needed help on fitting in. Either way, your friendship was very platonic until it wasn’t. 

Yoongi knows he should have said something along the lines “hey, maybe we shouldn't be doing this anymore. I’m in love with you and I have been since you started working here” but the stupid words never made it out. He felt it would be too much to hear and it would only make him look like a complete loser. 

And you felt the same. It was silly really, because everyone around you knew it and there was no reason to fear someone as easy going and non-judgemental as Yoongi, nonetheless it brought you both here. After many failed dating attempts, you were finally happy and in the arms of someone who you truly love and want to be loved by. 

There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love, now Yoongi believes your precious, sweet love brought him back to life and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

Clothes now discarded on the floor, heavy breathing filling the room, and Yoongi could get wasted on the smell of your intoxicating perfume. “Breathe flower.”

Yoongi felt you shiver at the sound of his words, throwing your head back as he thrusts you full of cock. He pushes inside you with gentle movements, struggling to keep himself up while feeling the tug of your warm velvet-like walls. 

You gasp feeling him hit your cervix in a calm, slow pace. It was breathtaking regardless of the gentle rhythm. “You’re so deep...”

“I know flower, breathe baby, breathe.” He is struggling to keep from coming inside you, overwhelmed by his own emotions as your eyes roll back, feeling the pressure rise in your belly. Without a condom, everything feels so different from other times, feeling every ridge and crease fold inside your drenching heat. You take him so nicely, like you always have. Like you’ve always belonged to him. 

You don’t even notice you stopped breathing until you start feeling lightheaded and desperate for fresh air. Breathing just as much as necessary so you don’t faint, you shake your head against his hold, his eyes watch yours, observing with curiosity. 

“No?”

“Mm, n-no.” You shake your head again, whimpering when you feel him kiss your cervix with his swollen tip, over and over and over. “Can– can you…”

“Can I what, pretty flower?” Yoongi rolls his hips a bit faster, feeling his orgasm build too quickly. He wishes he could have days with you like this always. Days to love and worship you from head to toe.

“Choke me.” You manage to say. “Don— don’t wanna breathe.” 

Yoongi growls deep, increasing his speed even more, desperate to fill the deepest part of your glistening folds. He feels you tense underneath, the sounds coming from your mouth are loud enough for your neighbors to hear, but Yoongi stopped giving a fuck about everything around him. 

He places a hand on your throat and squeezes gently, not blocking off your airways completely, but leaving you just enough air to work with. It drives you insane. The more you breathe, his rough thrusts take the air out from your lungs and the process repeats. It feels so good.  

“M-more. Harder.” You barely hear your own words, but Yoongi seems to understand because his dick is moving rapidly inside you, nearly splitting you in two. You wrap both hands around his wrist, loving the heavy weight against your chest. It’ll end too soon and it disappoints you in a way, but you have all the time in the world to make this up. “G-Gonna come.” 

Yoongi nods, concentrating on the way your face scrunches with pleasure. With love. The way your eyes tell him a story. God, Yoongi’s madly in love. “Come, my precious flower.” 

With those final words, you come on his bare slick cock, blossoming in the blissful afterglow. Yoongi doesn’t stop thrusting inside you, but he takes his hand off your throat, kissing your face gently when he sees tears start leaking down your cheeks. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay baby. Breathe for me. Slowly.” Yoongi’s words bring you back down and you throw your arms around him, crying against his shoulder. You don’t even know what invoked this strong emotion to sob your eyes out, but Yoongi allows it, caressing the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t judge, he only holds you until you settle down. “It’s okay baby, let it out. Breathe, pretty flower.” 

“C-Come inside muh-me, please.” Even after all that, you still beg for him and Yoongi wants to laugh but for your sake and the fact that it’s endearing to him, he delivers accordingly without further questions. 

Right as he’s going to paint your walls white, he pushes himself up with one hand, still holding you with the other. “You sure?”

You’re confused about the sudden question, the tears still decorate your face but then you understand. “Birth control. Just come in me Yoongi, fuck me, fu-fuck.”

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to regain his brutal pace, fucking you with purpose. Not that he doesn’t want kids in the near future, but he sure as hell doesn’t want any right now. He’s glad you are on the same page but maybe one day the conversation would spark and he wouldn’t want the mother of his kids to be anyone else but you. You were perfect for him. 

“Gonna come.” That’s the only warning you get, then he’s emptying himself inside your tight walls. He doesn’t stop rolling his hips, his slit leaking puddles, until he’s pumped himself dry. With one last thrust, he groans and carefully pulls out. 

He brings you with him, head falling against his chest as he continues to play with your hair, leaving kisses into your bare shoulders. “You okay baby?”

“Perfect. Feel so good.” You mumble into his skin, feeling around his waist. “I’m leaking your come into the sheets though.”

“I’ll take care of it, pretty flower.” You nod sleepily into his chest with a quiet ‘thank you’, feeling completely sated and satisfied, aching with exhaustion. “Sleep baby, I got you.”

With that, you fall deep into the shackles of sleep. Yoongi rubs your back until you completely fall asleep in his arms. He struggles to unwrap himself from your hold, but when he finally succeeds, he tucks you in and kisses your cheek a few times before getting up to clean up after the mess you both created. 

He’s light on his feet, bringing a warm towel to your slick folds and wipes as best he can, being gentle so you could continue to enjoy your sleep. Even like this, you look so beautiful and Yoongi is an extremely lucky man. 

Yoongi makes sure to also pick up the lamp he dropped from earlier as well. He blows out a breath of relief when he notices that the damage is nothing big and nothing that can’t be fixed. He’ll make sure to fix that as soon as he can. 

While he’s out there, Yoongi places the tulips into a vase and fills it with water, placing it near a window where it could grow and blossom beautifully near the sunlight. He even cuts the tips into slants because he had heard somewhere online they last longer that way, making sure to get rid of any dead leaves and petals. Yoongi couldn’t be happier.

After he’s done with the light cleaning, he washes his hands and feels the exhaustion hit him tenfold. He’s careful when placing himself back in bed, lifting your arm and placing himself underneath you. The man smiles when he feels you curl yourself around him, sleeping soundlessly. 

“I love you.” He whispers and even though you don’t say it back Yoongi feels it with the way you melt into his arms. Yoongi falls asleep easily that night. 

…

“Baby.” Yoongi hears someone call him and he ignores it. Sleep calls his name louder and he doesn’t feel like waking up right now so he groans and cuddles deeper into the bedsheets below him, unaware of the life around him. 

“Baby wake up.” You keep calling sweetly and it’s tempting but he persists.

“No. Don’t wanna.” Yoongi grumbles like an old man and you can’t help but to laugh. “Just ten more minutes.”

When you woke up the next morning, you were so thankful Yoongi had kept his promise. Your apartment was flawless and you were as clean as you could be. The tulips looked prettier today as the sun shined on the delicate petals. You even had time to warm the seaweed soup he brought from home and you couldn’t wait to get a taste. The smell alone is delicious and it warmed your home up nicely, you truly couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was no longer a dream but your reality. You could definitely get used to this. 

You drop kisses onto his warm cheeks until his eyes flutter open, almost similar to a cat. “There you are.”

Yoongi pulls you into his arms again with quiet noncoherent grumbles and closes his eyes once more. “Give me ten minutes.”

“It’s already been ten.” You whisper lightly laughing. 

“Oh. Ten more then.” You get comfortable on his chest and cuddle for a bit longer because you can’t say no to his cute sleepy self. 

Yoongi starts to sniff the air with curiosity. “Is that the seaweed soup I brought you?” 

“Mhm.” You hum. “Better get up soon before it burns.” 

That manages to be convincing enough and Yoongi forces himself up, with you in his embrace. 

“Wanna wake up like that forever.” He says, voice filled with sleep. 

“You can.” 

Yoongi snaps his heavy eyes towards you. “Are you–”

“Move in with me, Yoongi.” Yes, you skipped every step to this, but nothing was ever to code between you and Yoongi. One thing you were so sure of and that was spending the rest of your life with him. “Please.”

“I- yes, of course.” Yoongi wraps his arms around you for a tight hug, kissing your temple. “I love you. I love you and I’ll prove it to you every single day.” 

“I know, I love you too. I love you.” Those three words come out from your mouths so easily and it’s nice that you no longer have to ever hold back. The man of your dreams is in the palms of your humble home and he’s in love with you. This was better than any dream. 

“Let’s eat?” He says after some time of hugging and kisses being interchanged. 

You nod, letting him take you there. Your kitchen is filled with the cruel aroma of food and your tummy rumbles as you sit comfortably while you wait for him to serve you a bowl of the warm tasty soup. 

“I should be doing that. I’m a terrible host.” Yoongi shakes his head while smiling, the fluff of hair moving with him, then your phone dings. “Hold on, give me a second.” 

Your heart drops when you see it is a Tinder notification from a man you promised to get back to. You look over to find Yoongi serving your bowl, making his way to the table. He leans in puckering slightly and you immediately lean into the sweet sudden kiss while he places your meal in front of you. This Yoongi is new because it wasn’t often you could act domestically towards one another, however this was perfect and just what you needed. 

“Everything okay baby?” Yoongi asks while caressing your soft cheek and you immediately nod in his palm. 

“Yes, everything’s perfect.” You reply in awe. “Thank you Yoongi, for everything.”

For letting me love you and for loving me back. 

The older man just smiles and joins you for the meal. 

It turns out you didn’t need Tinder after all. 

You quickly delete the app off your phone and start to eat with the love of your life, conversation flows while you enjoy each other’s presence and fall deeper in love. 

Alike Yoongi, you couldn’t imagine it happening any other way. You were bound to fall in love, one way or another, but that man was meant to be yours as you were meant to be his.

[incorrectbmthquotes]

Okay so I love bmth (NEX GEN AHHHHHHHHHHHH (it’s also my blog name =3)) but I only really know Oli. He’s awesome but I don’t know that much about the other band members so idk. Idek what im asking for. Rundown maybe? Idfk.

OH FUCK YES!!!!!!

I will try to make this as cohesive as possible, so bare with me

Okay, since you already know Oli, I’ll start with our silly, silly rhythm section first:

Matt Nicholls: Matt (he also goes by Mat too) is their drummer, pictured here with Oli and Tom (Oli’s little brother & BMTH’s old drum tech)

Matt is the funniest guy ever. He and Oli used to get CRAZY drunk together during the early days of bmth and since Sempiternal the two mellowed out but they’re still silly I promise. He used to be a huge aficionado for smoking weed but I’ll be honest he either just doesn’t talk about it anymore or doesn’t smoke anymore :-(… his most iconic moment: in Lads On Tour he was super drunk in the back of the bus and their friend Stokesy and Tom are asking him to retell a story about him stealing a forklift from a venue and driving it around (because Lee their guitarist dared him to 😭) and he made the mistake of saying “I driv’d it about” and it’s the funniest thing ever 😭😭😭 he also has pissed in the tour bus fridge by drunkenly mistaking it for the bathroom (on his birthday no less) and I love him. Agent of chaos this man is <3 OH ALSO!!! he has ADHD which is what got him into drumming in the first place and he’s so funny because in the earlier days of their band during conversations he didn’t want to have he would either walk away or just start playing drums really loud 😭

Matt Kean: Matt Kean is their bassist and is pictured here with Matt, for all intensive purposes I refer to him as Vegan because that’s his nickname to differentiate him from the other Matt in their band xD

Vegan, funniest fellow ever. He’s so quiet but god I love him. He’s so silly. His nickname is Vegan because his name is also Matt, but when he met the other guys their differentiation was that Vegan was…vegan and Matt was not (Matt was briefly vegan in the early 2000s but I believe he gave it up lmao). He is legitimately so so so underrated. When he first started playing shows with the band he used to play backwards with his back facing everyone to hide the huge smile he’d have while playing because he’d always wanted to be in a band and play music with people and he was just so overjoyed to be able to do that but it didn’t fit with their image to be happy and giddy so he’d hide it 😭😭😭 to me he’s like. Quiet guy with very little words but everything he DOES say in interviews does not miss. Funny as fuck for no reason. I love him forever. ALSO he has 2 cats named Koi and Kikui(? I’m saying this off the top of my head so it might be misspelled sorry) and they’re soooo cuteeee….i love u Mr Kean <3

Lee Malia: Lee is their guitarist! Here he is pictured with Vegan :3

Lee is so cute and also super super underrated!! He’s a crazy good guitarist and BMTH would not be the band it is without his insane playing…Lee’s super funny, he and Oli have been friends since they were kids and they used to go out to watch Jurassic Park in theaters together as kids 😭😭, he’s super super shy so he doesn’t say much on camera, but he’s so silly!! In Lads on Tour he side eyes Oli for trying to kiss Vegan and it’s fucking hilarious 😭, he also gets approached by a fan that doesn’t speak English and they mistakenly call his playing terrible instead of terrific and he gets so sad he’s like awh :( and lights up when the fan corrects himself ehehehe…Lee is so cute, I feel so bad I don’t know too much fun little facts about him in comparison to everyone else but I promise he’s a cutie!!!!

John Jones: JJ is their touring rhythm guitarist/ex tech (I believe he was one of their guitar techs? im not exactly sure tho xP) and has been their touring rhythm guitarist since Jona left the band in 2012, but has been with BMTH for years before that! Here he is pictured with Lee :3!

Honest to god I know the least about JJ out of everyone in BMTH, I am so sorry JJ lovers out there. All I do know is that he’s been in the band whether it’s been as their tech or as their touring guitarist for a very long time! He also is apparently super active on the BMTH subreddit, which is really cool that he interacts with the fans so much! I think he’s really cool and a very vital part of the band :-)!!! He has said before that he doesn’t particularly want to be an official member of the band, but he’s been touring with them for so long he might as well be xDD

AND NOW WE GET INTO THE EX-MEMBERS SEGMENT……WEEPS UNCONTROLLABLY

Jordan Fish: Jordan is their ex-Keyboardist/Producer, & he was in the band from 2012-2023! Here he is pictured w/ Oli and Matt :3

Jordan I miss you every day king…he was so funny and he contributed so much to the band…gah!!!! Jordan joined the band in 2012 when BMTH was looking for a different sound and found him as he was playing music for a band called Worship. He initially didn’t even wanna be in the band and just wanted to be their producer, but he got along so well with them that they were like what the fuck no be in our band you’re awesome we can’t do this music without you, so there he was. Musically, Jordan is legitimately the reason why everyone loves Sempiternal, and GOD his backup vocals on the entirety of That’s the Spirit…..god. But also, Jordan is so funny and him and Oli are like two peas in a pod. There’s one video of him completely drunk out of his mind at the Kerrang 2015 awards show and it’s the most hilarious thing ever he’s a silly drunk and was talking about the most random shit ever <3 also the making of Ludens video was so funny because they made Ludens in their hotel rooms and bc the wifi was so bad his program kept crashing and Jordan slowly became more and more insane about it every time it would crash and it was so funny 😭😭

Jona Weinhofen: Jona is their ex-rhythm guitarist! He was in the band from 2009-2012, here he is pictured with Matt, Vegan, & JJ! :3

Jona joined the band after their original guitarist Curtis left, they met him through mutual friends. Jona is Australian! He was in the band I Killed the Prom Queen before BMTH, and once he joined BMTH there was no going back !! God, musically Jona-era BMTH holds a very special place in my heart simply because of how well Jona and Lee worked together with their playing, and with Jona’s backup vocals on their songs as well! Jona is straight-edge and vegan, which is pretty cool!! Also, that last picture of him with JJ is him fitting in a baby harness, that is all <3

Curtis Ward: Curtis was their ex-rhythm/lead guitarist before Jona! He was in the band from the beginning in 2004 and left mid-tour in 2009, here he is pictured with Vegan :D

Honest to god, Curtis is also super underrated. Essentially, BMTH formed with Oli, Matt, Lee, Vegan, and Curtis. They made music and wanted to tour the world together and made all these promises to each other that they’d be a band no matter what. But then they started touring and Curtis started getting homesick, and started missing his girlfriend and all that stuff. And mid-tour after they were still celebrating the release of Suicide Season, Curtis just decided to leave the band. They all got really pissed off and all yelled at each other and so Oli started writing angry ass lyrics about him, which ended up becoming ‘Blacklist’ later on lool…after BMTH im not too sure what he got up to, I do know that he took up modeling! He’s a silly little emo boy that shredded on guitar and formed a great band but then left said band because touring got the best of him and he deserves so much better than the shit Oli and Matt gave him during TIAH-era bmth <3

And that is all!!! I hope that this answered some questions for you <333

Go forth and watch many BMTH interviews if you would like to learn more about them!!!!

But remember, always skip the first few seconds of Lads on Tour !!!!

[pascallatte]

It's just Us

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: Love in Lockdown Part 2, basically a lot more sweet things that happened during quarantine.

Date: May & June 2020

Warnings: none

May

Being put on live on the spot isn’t a thing you’re great at doing. Even if you’re being confronted by friends, you tend to sort of standstill in shock for a few moments before whatever had happened sinks in.

Why is this being talked about? It’s because it is currently what the people who are watching Sarah’s Instagram live with Pedro are seeing right now. You have just entered the car, with a bag and coffee cups in either hand. Dressed up in your most frequent get-up, a shirt and sweats, as well as a mask adorning your face. 

The live was also something Pedro was not ready for but if a friend of yours is on live and you haven’t seen each other since quarantine had started, one can only think of acting before thinking of the outcome.

So here you were, holding the phone and chatting with Sarah while Pedro’s driving the two of you home after deciding to buy from the nearest and only opened coffee shop rather than having it delivered.

“So as I was saying, Olivia a while ago talked about wanting to adopt a pet. How about you? You guys ever think of adopting?” Sarah had asked you again after being interrupted by the car’s horn.

Agreeing with her, “Uh, yeah we have thought of adopting one but never really had the chance to cause y’know, covid happened.” Sipping from the straw before offering some for your Pedro since he kept asking you what you got.

“I see that you guys went on your frequent coffee runs, what are you guys up to ne-” Asking a question again, making you chuckle as you thought that it seems like she was interviewing you two.

“-What’s funny, y/n?” She asked when she saw you chuckle. Only responding with a shake of the head, you composed yourself before answering.

“Nothing’s funny, I'm sorry. I just thought that we look like we’re having an interview with all the questions you’ve asked us already. Um, to answer that too, we don’t really have anything planned nex- well I don’t have anything else to do. Not sure about him though.” You explained before turning the camera to let them see Pedro who was humming a song to himself while waiting for the stoplight to turn green.

Tapping his thigh, he turned to you expectingly. Humming a sound of confusion he looks at you before to the camera.

“Sarah’s asking what you have planned next,” telling him, to let him know what’s up with the live.

Confused, “Next? What do you mean next?” He asked, making Sarah laugh at his expression that was telling everyone he was lost, literally.

“By next, I mean, what do you have planned when you get home, silly,” Sarah said, bursting out laughing, making you laugh as well. A sound of understanding escaped Pedro as he turned to drive again.

Still waiting for an answer from him, you leaned across the armrest between you two to lean on his shoulder. Nudging him a bit making him release a hum.

“I don’t have anything planned to do later so we’ll probably just sleep or watch a movie, like always. Nothing new.” He told Sarah, or rather the whole live as if it was just a normal call with a friend. And in doing so, he takes your free hand in his out of habit before kissing the top of it. This makes you look at him with a smile, before turning the live once again.

“What about you? What’re your plans for the evening?” you asked her wanting to talk more. The back-and-forth questioning continued for about half an hour, before having to leave it due to you arriving at your place.

June

Pedro is known to be a huge Instagram user, and ever since being stuck at home his stories and occasional posts have been dedicated to his muse, you. It’s now become a thing that he and your fans await his so-called three-part story every week because of the amount of fun content he has of you or himself.

It varies from the regular shenanigans you guys do or the more calm ones that he has come to appreciate as time passed by. But in this case, the latter is being posted.

Just like how his videos regularly start, this one started with a close-up of his face. From the looks of it, he looks freshly showered and in bed. Your voice was heard in the background but was faint to be heard clearly.

Glancing in your direction for a second, he gets himself comfortable on the bed before deciding to speak 30 seconds in.

“AHHHH Yeah!” His sudden outburst made you yelp and throw a pillow at him. Pedro smiles before greeting everyone, “Good morning, as you know it’s a Sunday. meaning we can all stay in bed and chill and lounge and sleep and do whatever the fu-oww”. You cut off his cussing with a soft, to you, hit on his bare shoulder.

“No cussing,” you softly said, still out of frame, before continuing whatever you were doing.

“Fine fine, so again it’s a sunday and I don’t have anything to do so come prepared, see you later.”

A few hours later he posted his second story just before afternoon hits. Sitting on the couch has played with some filters you’ve saved on his phone for a bit, still, you weren’t seen but you were heard singing something fans were familiar with but can’t seem to think of what it’s called.

“Hello again, it’s me, Pedro. We’re just about to have lunch, my dearest,” he shows you, finally, who’s behind him preparing in the kitchen, “had prepared a simple comfort food of ours, and I can’t wait.”

He raises the phone and zooms in on you moving around the kitchen, your singing seemed to grow louder as it progresses, unfortunately, you were still unaware of the phone recording you.

“I feel badly, about you, feeling badly about me,” your voice was heard throughout the room making Pedro let out a silent gasp in excitement, but at the same time hinting about something not many would know at that time.

“Y/n…” he whisper shouts at you making your singing slowly end. Now seeing the camera you gawked at it, turning to Pedro who was still sitting on the couch.

Releasing a breath, “yeah?” You asked him, before motioning him to come to the table.

He gives you an all knowing look making you laugh and shake your head, before sitting down on the table.

“I know, I know, now come on or else I’ll finish this shit up.”

“Ooo okay bye,” he quickly says ending the second part.

And since it’s a Sunday, something that had became part of your routine is doing self-care on Sundays. This consisted of having a long bath, cleaning out your things, and the most common one and what you’re currently doing, skincare.

Pedro isn’t the kind of guy who would turn down being soothed, so when you first brought up the thought months ago he agreed immediately. Fast forward to now, and here he was again in your shared bathroom phone angled lower than usual, your hand is seen spreading a mask on his face.

“Okay… it’s nighttime, my next favourite part of our Sunday aside from being able to wake up next to her every morning,” he smoothly says with a smirk. Standing up from where he was sitting, he angles the phone higher to show you in a robe now applying the mask on your face.

“ Y/n’s currently applying this green spread-thing on her face like how she did on mine and I think you’re supposed to leave it on for 15 to 20 minutes or so, before rinsing it off,” he explains after he flips the camera and zooms in on your reflection in the mirror.

“ and while we leave this thing on our faces she often does those things to her hair and occasionally on mine- but I don’t really know why she does it to me but she says it’s to keep my hair “shiny and silky and curly”... Her words not mine,” he teases you pushing the side of your hips with his, making you turn to him, hands on your waist.

“Back to the face spread,” he goes back to explaining, now looking at you directly as you slowly let out a smile as he says all the things you’ve repeatedly told him in the past about the product that you’ve used. Your fond look is clearly seen by the camera and will soon make your fans go wild because of the softness (as they normally say) of the moment.

“ Yeah so that’s about it, here’s to a well-spent Sunday to everyone and remember to take care of yourself,” he flips the camera to himself for the last time and pulls you to his chest making you say goodnight as well.

Taglist: @benonlinear @t-stark355 @heyitsme-2 @elleeeee21 @holmesstrange @tagakalat @flyestvenustrap @oldermenaremyreligion @cherryred444 @hobiismyhopeu @ilovehotdadsandshit @djarinsstuff @guacala @avengersheart @pukka-latte @lilvampirina

[peachyfnaf]

What are your favourite TSAMS characters and what TSAMS characters do you hate?

Lmao I've been lazy and letting these type'a asks rot in me askbox- but I shall bully myself into answering this one today. and also, no one is allowed to bully me for my opinions, leave me alone sdkfjhds

So. I absolutely LOVE New Moon/Nexus- he's my blorbo of all time. the scrimblo. my horse plinko fella. which is still like.. really funny to me? cause' before the Nexus arc, where New Moon got completely fucked over Imho, I was just kinda. neutral on him??? I was much more of an Eclipse girlie- but after this arc??? I'm ride or die for Nexus frfr. my penultimate beautiful princess with a disorder. bUT following Nex as faves is Eclipse and Solar- I love both of them a whole lot. loved Eclipse since the early days, and I've been smitten with Solar ever since his first gameplay videos with Lunar. and I don't think about him as much as I do the other three, but I hold Sun gently like hamburger as well

As for who I Hate??? ahem. chat, I'm gonna keep it a buck 50 with all ya'll.

I hate Old Moon. like I really do- I fuckin' hate him. more specifically I hate the version of him that was brought back- the guy that died and should've stayed dead? oh- he's a tragic meow meow with a good character arc/story that was high-key one of the most impactful losses of the show. the one we have in canon right now? hate him.

O.M's the only one I can confidently say I hate, but I'm not a big fan of current Monty either. ...nor am I a big fan of current Lunar or current Earth. I say 'current' cause'- early SAMS Monty??? oh SUCH a silly guy, weird uncle, love em'. Earth V1??? I fucking LOVED HER AND I STILL LOVE HER. she brings me so much comfort- I just... don't like her rn. aaand Lunar. to once more keep it a buck 50- I've never been much of a Lunar girlie lmao, he's always just been kinda.. There. for me. buuut I definitely prefer V1/V2 Lunar to the current Lunar we have rn. current Lunar is too prideful and smug for me to dig him. thinks he's the main character, he ain't.

Again no one is allowed to bully me for my opinions, leave me be dskjhfsd

[rebirthbunbun]

Guys…

Why the hell is Nex never live when they want to do funny bits!? LIKE HELLO PLEASE GIVE ME MORE MYTHCRAFT OR POKESTARS OR EVEN OLD LETS PLAYS PLEASEEE

But also I’m actually going to SO watch the Salmily Podcast if it does actually happen!! I saw Nex retweet it, so then I watched most of crispy’s stream(hi hi crispy!! I’m so happy you like the headcanons)

I started at where crispy got pranked(?) and it was making me laugh so much with how silly myth can be! But the Salmon Cult bit!?

HELLO THAT SHIT!? 10/10

The really bad singing for Hamilton was peak performance really, please myth people do the fish cast pleaseeee I wanna make art(bad) and write silly headcanons

[soda-n-dinos-andmore]

VERY IMPORTANT

I know to y’all I’m the silly guy in your phone who posts silly stuff but if you care about getting justice for Nex Benedict, a non-binary, Native American CHILD beaten to death by bullies, help is needed!

AS MANY SIGNATURES AS POSSIBLE

[charmixpower]

This is sooooooo funny to me, Nex what are you doing over there you silly little guy. Go and make some friends doofus

Also Thoren when talking to Daphne has a bit of a flat voice, and while I COULD call that bad voice acting I'm choosing to hc that autism runs in the side of the family that Thoren and Sky share (Erendor)

Sky is, for some reason, teaching Riven how to use a boomerang. And Riven is the only one who needs to be taught how to use their new weapon

Yippee

Nex is SMUG ABOUT RIVEN ACCIDENTALLY FUCKING UP ROY'S DRINK NFNSJSJWKWJWJSKJWJWBW ITS SOOOOOO FUNNY LIKE WHO ASKED YOU NRBWKEBW

I miss Riven being competitive in a fun and cute way from s2-3 😭😭😭😭😭

[yeonnies]

how to protect my bf and i from the villainess! — 7. has anyone seen yn?

# ❛synopsis. three years after your last attempt in pursuing romance, you seem to have caught the heart of a shy guy from another university! everything seems to be going well... until you accidentally came out from hiding and caught the attention of two people—one of them being the reason why your last attempt in romance went up in flames! oh no, what ever will you do?

# ❛word count. 647

WHEN YOU twist the doorknob and push the door open to soobin's apartment, the tall boy stands not too far from you. he looks up, brown eyes already smiling at you while his cheeks seem to be dusted in pink.

"hi," he says, his voice coming out low and breathy. soobin opens his arms and you struggle to take off your shoes, almost tripping on your feet as you shuffle towards him, falling into his warm embrace.

"you're perfect," you mumble into his shirt.

soobin laughs, and the rumble coming from his chest is pleasant sounding to your ears. "so i've been told," he says, pinching your cheek.

now that you think about it, soobin likes to pinch your cheek a lot. you're not complaining, though. it's cute.

with your chin resting on his chest, you look around his apartment. you've only ever been in the living room area, watching cheesy romcoms on the tv with a small blanket draped over soobin's legs because, well, he has much longer legs than you and the blanket barely even touches your legs. "you've never really shown me around your place," you say, your gaze now directed at him.

soobin gasps. "you're right! oh my gosh, you haven't my son, have you?"

"soobin," you deadpan. "why didn't you tell me you had a kid?"

he blinks, flabbergasted. "what? no, i don't have a kid. i mean my hedgehog, you silly goose. oh, first you take the nausea pills i have... if i can find them..."

with a groan, you ignore what he last said and push him away, covering your face with your hands. "gosh, why didn't you say that earlier... i mean, of course you don't have an actual kid. you're too awkward to even... do that."

soobin clicks his tongue in mock annoyance, grabbing your hands as he grumbles about how your comment was too mean. it makes you laugh and it makes him happy to know that you're slowly forgetting whatever was on your mind that made you come to him. not that he's complaining because he loves spending time with you, but he'd rather have you be happy.

he leads you into his room, and as soon as you step inside, you're already looking everywhere. his room is actually pretty clean, which isn't a surprise. you see a piano against one side of the wall with a desk next to it. his bed is in the center of the room, the sheets holding no crease to it. what you do find surprising is the cage he has set atop a shelf where you know his son lives.

"be careful," soobin mumbles as he takes off the lid. "odi hates everyone."

"odi? that's a cute name." you're peeking over his shoulder as he takes out a cute hedgehog.

soobin flashes a dimpled grin. "odi, your mom just said you have a cute name... so be nice to her, okay?"

you quirk an eyebrow, the corners of your lips tugging up to form a smile. "mom?"

at this, the boy gasps. "we can't ever break up now," he says, brown eyes serious as he stares into your own eyes.

you frown. "why would we ever break up?"

soobin stutters. "i, uh, no reason. but we can't break up because i just introduced you as his mom."

laughing, you nod. "right, right. understood." you look at odi, he seems to be glaring angrily at the hand holding him. well, at least you think he's glaring. he kind of just looks grumpy.

as you peek at soobin while he talks about odi, you realize that he's your safe place, your home.

just like how he once was. but there's a difference between him and soobin... there difference being that for soobin, you'd do anything to continue to see him.

and you're positive that you're in love with the tall ravenette.

NO FUN FACTS FOR TODAY!

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[nex-eats-eyes]

possible sonic oc‼️‼️

she’s a sea bunny

idk i might redesign parts of her but the capes staying

[liviavanrouge]

Running Away pt 3

Malleus: :*Scowls, standing beside Leona*

Jaseem: What do you villains want?

Leona: One of your own snatched away one of ours! I think it's time you guys pay for his mistake!

Jaseem: There's already a team searching for Neige and your student, go back to your school!

Leona: That's not enough

Malleus: *Walks forward, Diasomnia following him*

Jaseem: Stay ready! They're tricky! *Walks forward, his eyes narrowed*

Leona: *Roars, scowling*

Savannaclaw Students: *Bursts from the ground, covered in dirt, attacking the RSA students as Diasomnia leaped into the fray*

Elliot: *Yells in alarm, Ziro snatching him down and pouncing on his chest knocking the wind out of him*

Vex and Henry: *Rolls across the ground, glaring at the other*

Silver: *Ducks underneath a tossed RSA student, looking around*

Felix: *Slams into Silvers chest, falling to the ground*

Sheryn: *Laughs, smiling at Rielle* Sad that you're paying for Neige's mistake?!

Rielle: LEAVE NEIGE ALONE!

Sheryn: *Tackles Rielle down, rolling across the ground till she was on top*

Malleus: *Swats RSA students away, a few dodging his lightning*

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Livia and Neige: *Runs side by side, hurrying towards RSA*

Neige: *Freezes, staring at the fight alarmed*

Livia: MALLEUS! LEONA!!

Neige: *Rushes away, his eyes wide*

Livia: *Hurries after him, staring at the fight ahead*

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Pony: *Yells in alarm, Nex and Vex tackling him down*

Jaseem: *Throws a student off him, shielding the dwarves behind him*

Sebek: *Whips around as Trevor and Lassie attacked him, the three fighting in a whirlwind of colors*

Kuro: SEBEK! *Leaps into the fray, kicking Trevor right in the jaw*

Bakunawa: *Watches the fight with Jack, the two staying neutral*

Genny: Hey, why don't you let this go?

Ziro: I'll never let it go!

Genny: I bet...

Ziro: This is for the one you stole! *Snarls and leaps at Genny, his claws out*

Parker: *Tackles Ziro, the two tumbling away*

Genny: Parker!

Tink: *Flies after the two, his eyes wide*

Ruggie: -LAUGH WITH ME-! *Laughs, making Tink stop in his tracks*

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Livia: *Rushes across the bridge, her eyes wide*

Neige: *Runs after her, dodging a blast of lightning*

Livia: NEIGE!

Neige: Go! Save your family!

Livia: *Smiles and runs off*

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Leona: *Dodges RSA students, Malleus using a shield to block magic attacks*

Jaseem: *Whips around and shoves Dominic to safety*

Leona: *Swats Jaseem down, causing the fighting to come to a halt*

Jaseem: *Stands up, a bruise on his neck* Lousy lion...

Malleus: *Flanks Leona scowling*

Leona: *Snarls and lunges at Jaseem*

???: STOP!!

Livia: *Lands between them, stopping Leona*

Leona: Livia!? Move!!

Livia: *Looks over as Neige ran over and stood beside her*

Malleus: You!

Livia: Malleus, I love this idiot hero!

Neige: And I love this kind villain...

Jaseem: *Stares in surprise*

Malleus and Leona: *Glances at each other*

Livia: What were you two thinking?!

Leona: These guys-!

Livia: "These guys"? No, it's us! Look at these heroes, they are us....what differences are there

Malleus: *Turns away, scanning the students*

Genny: *Glances around*

Leona: *Looks around, his ears flattened back*

Jaseem: *Scans the crowd silently* I see no differences

Malleus: Neither do I

Leona: .....I don't either...

Livia: *Laughs, smiling at them* See!

Malleus: *Smiles* Beastie.

Leona: *Grumbles* We approve of your silly relationship with that brat

Livia: *Steps forward, hugging Leona and Malleus*

Jaseem: What now?

Malleus: I guess, we all retreat....together

Jaseem: *Snorts* Fine by me.

[eddsworldbish420]

Hii pooks :ppp gotta rant for a sec ─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉

imagine saying “W based” to a fucking tragedy because they have an identity that doesn’t align with the conservative masculine culture that you were forced to follow 🫤🫤🫤

(justice for nex bennedict)

It’s kinda weird yk, because it’s hard to tell if they’re being satire or not. It still doesn’t even matter though, bc even if their trolling or not, they’ll never stop because it’s funny to them and idk if they’re sick or what but it has been part of the internet for so long it feels very sadly inevitable that people would do this. And the fact it’s so unfairly politically charged as well 😕😕😕

Why is it that any other meme is unfunny, but when it’s about the death of a trans kid or ‘game is game’ it’s suddenly unanimously funny?

why is it that any other person dies, it’s a tragedy but when they’re gay, it’s funny?

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Erm anyways😍😍😍! Rant out of the way, rate these ships :3 (I included my personal thoughts.)

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TomTord. (VodkaGun)

Interest factor: 8/10

plausibility factor: 6/10

Fans: 4/10

personal comments: Enemies to lovers is some how overrated yet underrated. Such an interesting ship to think about, two guys who have had such a long and complicated history—first friends, then frienemies, separated, then enemies, then somehow lovers—they must feel kind of weird and awkward if they actually have a relationship.

Id think they’d actually forgive each other, like:

“Why would you forgive me for something that almost killed you?”

“Stupid fuck ass, Matt did it better.”

”Wtfdym???”

“Matt was a zombie and took over the city, killing thousands. Your pathetic ass only killed like one person…”

Really fun to think about on its own but the fans are kinda goofy asf, the creation of dear star boy is enough proof. Overall: 6.8/10

EddMatt (ColaMirror) Interest factor: 5/10

plausibility factor: 7/10

Fans: idk their usually TomTord shippers so 5/10?

personal comments: might have a cool dynamic with the fact that Matt pretty much took over the world two times. Don’t really fw this ship tbh. Overall: 4/10

[1/?] (copy and paste if ur lazy :33)

For the rant, I've blocked every person who I've ever seen say shit like that (my block list is pretty full)

AS FOR THE SHIPSSSSS-

Tomtord (Norska)

Interest factor: 7/10

Plausibility: depends on the timeline

Fans: 8/10 or 4/10

Personal comments: I really depend on the eras for shipping these two, 2004-8 is some silly playful enemy friend secret love type beats, 2016 is SO full of angst and makes me cry if I use it right, and future.. chefs kiss, I love slowly rebuilding divorced arcs

Overall: 8.3/10

Eddmatt (colamirror)

Interest factor: 5/10

Plausibility: 4/10

Fans: 6/10

Personal comments: this is one of the safest but most common ships in the Fandom, I can't get myself to be a huge fan of it too because they have a more best friend relationship to me. It's a cute ship but it seems forced due to tomtord being so popular

Overall: 4.5/10

[the-uber-goober]

guess what goobers I played Cult of the Lamb

I bought it with full DLC

I have not accomplished much, but i have given my followers silly names, here are some highlights

Trainwreck - Follower with a 2/3 negative traits

Nex. T Sacrifice - Named that way because they don’t like sacrifice

Dubious Goobius - Skeptic, unrelated but he also has royal pooper

Bingus The Wise - First guy, hairless cat, all good traits

Tire - Idk just felt like it

The Eeper - I forgot why

[probably-a-plant-thing]

omg do you

do you have aby happy oc facts

fun head canons

silly lil thots

i read the tag about anon and now need to be healed

lol yeh alright.

Marshall would drop anything for his brother. He's been there for everything Matthew has gone through with his family and is really in "protective older brother" mode.

Skulk, while normally being a pretty spooky guy, is the kinda guy that goes monkey mode whenever they're something he can climb or dangle. He's the kinda guy who'll climb a streetlamp if you turn your back to him.

Nex is a total film buff, he liked making a big deal out of watching one too if he's watching with someone. On the couch, a bowl of popcorn and other snacks n drinks each. He does talk through the film though since he gets dumb joke ideas or likes to comment on his thoughts throughout and DOES expect whoever he's watching with to do the same. If he wanted a quiet viewing he wouldn't have invited someone.

Anon has a total sweet tooth. He loves all kinds of different snacks, his favorite is these lil things. Just buys a giant bag of them and crunches on them as they work.

They also like trying any new flavors his favorite drink/candy company comes out with. ESPECIALLY if they're weird.

[p-s-yokubo]

The fact that Nex was only in two stories is fucking highway robbery. We were robbed of this man. He is perfect in every way. He be on social media. He be Australian. He be generally silly and goofy. He be doctor-ing. Truly he is one of the best heroes. What a guy