#nice to know they want me sticking around?

[makismei]

in the same universe as this :,) cw: toy usage, hint of brat taming, sadism & machoism, 18+ content, overstim, dubious consent, soft :(

“you’re doing it again,” he deadpans, knocking your thighs open, “keep. them. open.”

pearly slick oozes from your cunt, soiling the newly washed sheets and sticking to your inner thighs. toji sits in front of you, a blank look on his face but you know how he’s truly feeling from his eyes.

lidded and intently focused on your poor, leaky cunt, he mindlessly goes through a small box on the bed, feeling around for what feels interesting.

it’s your box of sex toys. the ones you used before you started dating the man in front of you. it’s been a while since you’ve reached for them, since it feels like toji knows your body wayyy more than you do, and also because he gets you there, he doesn’t let you escape until you’ve gone brainless from all the orgasms he’s blessed you with. why would you ever need to do the work again?

but toji isn’t all too familiar with adult toys. of course, he knows about the basics—dildos and vibrators, but when he accidentally stumbled upon this little treasure box of yours (his own words), curiosity took over him. he’s never seen pieces of silicone and plastic look so lewd, and the look on your face was so precious, he just had to try them.

“hmm,” lowly, he calls your name, “what’s this?”

heavy eyelids blink open, registering what’s in his hand before you shoot up, attempting to scurry away but your bed isn’t that big and his reflexes are out of this world—

“that’s a reaction,” he grins, eyeing the small red toy, shaped like a flower. “you used this one a lot?”

you shake your head, cheeks burning and eyes welling up with tears. crocodile tears, toji raises a brow, beckoning you to continue.

“‘s too much, it..” you trail off, breaking your gaze, but his hand guides you back, gently thumbing your cheek.

“you’re in control baby,” he whispers, “i won’t do anything you don’t want, you know that.”

of course you know, that’s why you let him do whatever the hell he wants with you. and frankly, him using that cursed little rose toy is making you more excited than you thought.

“it… made me squirt for the first time…” you squeak, speeding up with each word spoken, “i only used it a few times because the first setting was already too m—hold on, waitwaitwait—”

“this?” he drags you back, spreading your legs to make room for himself, “m’ gonna have fun with this.”

“toji,” you weep, anticipating, and he knows, a soothing hand caressing your thighs and waist, “m’ nervous.”

and toji knows he’s sick and utterly deplorable, because your reaction is turning him on. he’s excited, out of the few he’s tested already and the others yet to come, he has an inkling of a feeling that this one will be his favourite.

“s’ okay,” he coos, “what’s your word, gorgeous?”

“ginza…” the city you met him in. a little corny, but it works.

he hums, smiling. “you ready?”

you nod, shyly looking up before correcting yourself, “yes.. m’ ready.”

it doesn’t take him long at all to figure out the buttons. there’s only two after all, the power button and the other one that controls the settings.

the buzz makes you tense up, but you relax slightly under your boyfriend’s loving touch.

he spreads your lower lips with a thumb and pointer finger, whistling lowly. he lazily collects your juices, smearing it over your clit.

with bated breaths, you let out a quiet cry when the suction latches onto your swollen clit. back arching almost immediately, toji’s shocked by your reaction. he grins, amused. cute, he thinks, watching you drool and squeal.

you’re surprisingly still, muscles tense and lost hands trying to find purpose.

would it be too much if he started fingering you?

you let out a long wail, head jolting to look down at him. he’s smirking, pleased with your shocked expression.

but he’ll be nice, for now, only sliding in one finger as he eyes your reaction.

it hasn’t even been long, maybe just over two minutes, but by the telltale squeeze of your cunt on his finger he knows you’re cumming.

“already?” he laughs, crooking his finger just right, “no way.”

“i—i told yooouuuu!” you’re absolutely gone when he presses against that little spot inside of you, screeching as your body locks up. toji feels his finger being pushed out, a stream of liquid following, splashing lewdly from your cunt.

and god, just at the sight of you, the sounds you’re making—he’s about to lose it. but he grits his teeth, using a free hand to quickly hold himself off.

he takes the toy away, turning it off, but still stimulating you with his thumb. your body starts quivering from all the pleasure and it’s been a while since he’s seen you cum like that; he worries for a moment that he pushed you too hard.

but he lets you ride it out, quiet sobs of pleasure filling the room. your head is turned to the side, shaking hands covering your face. he praises you softly, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to the inner side of your knee.

when he sees you’ve calmed down, he gently moves your hands away, pressing a kiss to your tear soaked cheeks, both sides, before kissing you deeply. you moan, throwing your arms over his shoulders.

when he pulls away, he cradles your face in his hands. “how was that?”

it feels like a fire ignites beneath your skin, his stare rapt and focused only on you.

your eyes shift away, meek and ashamed, “i liked it…”

“don’t get all shy with me doll,” he grouses, “i gotta know how you feel.”

your hips are still twitchy, eyes glazed over. “toji,” you whine softly, tears pooling in your eyes yet again and this time he’s actually worried. “m’ not lying… it felt so good, but i’m really embarrassed.”

“baby,” he coos, chastely kissing your lips, “s’ okay, s’ nothing you need to be embarrassed about.”

he turns you both over, so you’re laying on his chest. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat, steady and true. the warmth of his body is soothing, his fingers tapping up and down your spine.

“toji,” you call, meek and unsure. he hums.

“i love you,” you mutter, raising your head, “i know we don’t say it a lot, b-but—”

he smiles, all the way from his lips to his eyes. his entire face lights up, “if i knew making you cum real hard makes you a softy—ow! okay! don’t bite me!”

he’s laughing, hand brushing the hair from your face. “i love you. more than you’ll never know, doll.”

it’s resolute, he’s so unashamed that it’s annoying.

you grumble, hiding your face in his chest. your breath stutters when you feel his cock poke your leg.

“sorry,” he chuckles, “he likes you.”

“shut up,” you mumble, hand reaching back. it’s searingly hot and heavy in your hand. you can feel one of his veins pulsing under your touch.

“sweets,” he panics, “s’ okay, jus’ leave it… holy shiitttt..”

you whine, thighs quivering at the feeling of his leaky tip pressing against your slit.

“tojiii,” you drool, looking up at him, “i want it.”

he rubs a hand over his reddening face, unsure. need is taking over him, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold back. “baby, can you handle it?”

you nod, “yes, yes please,” you call his name, drawn out and needy and fuck, he’d be a shit boyfriend if he doesn’t give his lady what she wants right?

[julymusings]

PORTRAIT jason hates taking photos. it's a shame you find him so beautiful.

Jason Todd isn’t one to take pictures. Standing there with a fake smile, posing for a deceptively happy vignette of an unhappy reality feels awkward. He never knows what to do with his hands. He doesn’t like the way his face translates through the lens; the green of his eyes glows just this side of too spectral, his broad, stocky frame towers over that of his siblings, and the scars on his face bring memories of a darker time, an intentional carelessness for his life he used to carry. He leans away when others huddle together to smile. Pretends to notice something behind him when caught in the background of the lens.

Enter you. Only capable of looking at him with hearts in your eyes. Serving on a silver platter what he used to starve and scavenge for in dimly lit bars on the lips of women who only saw him as something to sink their teeth into and then spit out, never sticking around for longer than one night. Jason feasted at first, he’ll admit, stuffing himself to sickness on your unconditional adoration until it was almost too much to bear.

You take pictures of him and gush over them, telling him how pretty he is. How he belongs in a museum. He never believed you, never bothering to actually look at the pictures you take. But pretty soon he’s everywhere; you set him as your lock screen and screensaver, and print photos to frame on your bedside table. When your storage is maxed out, you steal Jason’s phone to flood his camera roll, and he finds that he keeps going back to stare at the photos you take. Selfies where you kiss his cheek and his mouth curves upward just enough to transform him from brooding to disarming; portraits where he looks, not at the camera, but just beyond and his eyes crinkle, the tips of his sharp canines peeking out over his bottom lip. He looks…different. Better. He starts to believe the things you tell him; his beauty is ancient. Michelangelo himself carved the contours of his body. The Trojans and the Greeks fought for a decade over him.

But what is it about this camera, he wonders, that makes his appearance digestible? Is it the way you frame him front and center, the backlighting sun rays extending in all directions behind him, encircling him with a holiness he doesn’t deserve? The scenery against which you capture him, busy nighttime streets under city lights, just dark enough to smooth out his rough edges? 

Or maybe it’s just you. Seeing himself from your point of view. Seeing himself as yours. His hooked nose, crooked from being broken one too many times, belongs to you for the early mornings when you trace down the bridge, around his lips, and up his jaw, drawing a portrait with your fingertips. His unruly hair, with streaks of white that make him stick out like a sore thumb, exists only for you to run your fingers through when he lays his head in your lap. His scars are for you to kiss on those difficult days until he can bear to look in the mirror again. He wants nothing more than to be a museum of all things you.

Jason Todd isn’t one to take pictures. But when you ask so nicely, showering him with compliments and promises of thank-you-kisses later on, how can he say no?

why are we as a society still striving for more definition and higher quality photos for anything other than, like, x-ray imaging and space exploration. I don't want 8k ultra-max hd in my phone that highlights every hair and pore and eye bag i want grainy and dark and fuzzy because it makes me look hotter and that's a fact. rant over

anyway he's so pretty i wanna take candids of him and kiss his face and squeeze his huge ti-*GUNSHOTS*

this is gonna be my last post for the next few weeks because i have finals. see you on the other side🫡 (born to be a farmer on a remote island, forced to study STEM) i'll be on requests as soon as i'm back trust

[quarterlifekitty]

cw: dubcon, intox, general nasty talk, also reader is a big girl in this

Imagine being with Nikolai as a bit of a late bloomer.

He’s the first real boyfriend you’ve ever had, and he takes almost too much pride in that.

Every guy who’s ever tried to get close to you before has been a boy. Didn’t know how to handle you right. Didn’t know how to caress a sensitive doe like you. Didn’t have enough weight to pin you with. Didn’t know that sometimes when girls like you start backing away, it’s because they want to be chased.

Nik is sweet, really. Always worried about how warm you are, how comfortable you are, if you’re relaxed. He knows you’re fidgety— that you need to feel one of his weighty palms on you before you’re able to settle.

He knows his malyshka is a skittish thing. Not used to being around men. No, you were used to boys that wanted to get themselves off, while males of Nik’s variety won’t stop until you’re devoured.

Pliant. That’s how he wants you. Relaxed, hazy— not enough thoughts in that pretty head for you to start worrying when his touches get heavier. That’s why he keeps holding his drink to your lips, telling, saying “take another sip for me pchelka, yeah? There you go— good girl.”

Pchelka is a good name for you, he thinks. Little bee. He’s having you sip nectar so that you make plenty of honey for him later.

Nik usually likes to drink something that puts hair on the chest, but for you, he’ll nurse at something sweeter for a change.

He knows you’re ready when he feels the warmth of your cheeks while you slur against his skin.

Nikolai never fails to grope and squeeze at your softest parts when he has you spread and gasping under him. When you’re too drunk to redirect his hands, embarrassed by how fixated he is with your hips, stomach, and thighs. He has experience, and he learned long ago that laying with a plush girl is the closest a mortal man can ever get to laying with Venus.

He pinches at your cheeks and coos down at you, swooping to suck at your tongue and teethe gently at your lower lip.

“This is just what my girl needs, yes? Nice and spread and relaxed for me… that’s the only way I’ll manage to fit this thick cock into you, malyshka.”

He drowns your fear, your fight or flight, with liquor and syrupy words that stick in your mind better than your own thoughts.

He keeps his weight on you, just enough to keep you still without smothering. The way you quake when he bottoms out brings his smile all the way up to his eyes. His hand settles on your stomach, beneath your navel.

“You feel me in here, zoloste? This place is just for lovers. And you keep it nice and warm for me, don’t you, malyshka? Must’ve been so lonely all this time, waiting for a man— your man— to keep you settled enough to push all the way in here…”

He laughs to himself as if he’d remembered an inside joke, still caressing your skin.

“It’s a place only your husband should be, don’t you think?”

[intuitively-her]

You have an innocent look to you. "Damsel in distress" vibes. You might attract partners that want to take care of you or save you in some way.

Your lovers tend to become possessive of you pretty easily. You're like a trinket that they want to keep tucked in their pocket to carry with them everywhere they go. You probably have multiple people in competition over you right now.🤭 Someone here has a lottt of social media stalkers, especially if you post thirst traps.😅

Your energy reminds me of Cher from clueless. You're a very beautiful and high-value person. But you still remain very down to earth and friendly to others.

You could have naturally curly hair. Someone here has blonde or black hair. You could have beautifully tanned skin as well.

The way that you command attention without even trying. You have a very confident and humble energy. But you also have this air of mystery to you as well. You are so aloof at times that you may not even realize how much attention is really on you.

You can be a little stubborn at times and prefer to stick to your own way of doing things.

You turn your pain into power! You're always onto the next best thing and following your goals. I feel like you've had to defend yourself and stand on business with a lot of folks lately.

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Taurus, Aries, Aquarius, Scorpio

Your energy is very exciting to be around. You are very free spirited and adventurous. Someone here likes to take solo trips/road trips.

Someone here could be into plants and botany. You could have a garden/greenhouse as well.

You know how to keep your situations surface level and keep your business on the low. People never really know what your next move is.

Someone specific here is a brunette or you could have blue/purple hair. You could also have a kinky hair type.

You are very independent and all about your money. Someone here owns a nice home. You have a lot of stability and actually take the time to move away from the things that don't serve you.

Someone here likes to get pedicures. You could also wear high heels often as well.

You have a generous and warm energy. People feel accepted by you. There could be people that look up to you in some way. I also sense a cutthroat energy from you as well though lol. You have a sweet x spicy duality to you.🥰

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Cancer, Capricorn, Pisces, Libra

Your dedication to your work and goals.

Your ability to bounce back from situations by yourself and transform into new energy. Alchemist energy.

Someone here likes to wear knee-high stockings or leg warmers.

For my masculine's here, you could like to dress up in business casual attire or you could wear a lot of sneakers.

Your rebellious energy.⚡

You are very family oriented and hold your close relationships to a high regard. You have a very kind and sentimental energy. You could like to capture memories with your loved ones as well.

Someone here has their hair in a bob haircut, or you could have hair that flows all the way down your back.

You may have a tendency to ghost your flings/romantic partners or could be the type to lead people on at times.🤭

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Heavy water and air energy

You're a jack of all trades! Your skillset is very admirable. Someone here could play different sports, or you could be a part of some type of club/committee. There are many people that want to learn from you.

Someone here has tattoos.

Your sweet and loving vibe.

When you wear dresses or more fitting clothes. Your jewelry/accessories are very appealing to the eye as well.

You stick to your values and beliefs. You could be a "goody two shoes" lol

Your creativity.

When you wear your hair tied up in a bun or pigtails.

Someone here wears glasses.

Your rbf; y'all often have this bored expression on your face like you couldn't be bothered to interact with anyone around you.😂

🤍Zodiac confirmations: Sagittarius, Leo, Libra, Virgo

*ONLY TAKE WHAT RESONATES*

🤍Please DO NOT copy, repost, or steal my work! Thanks!🤍

*Credits to @anitalenia for the text dividers🤍*

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[hannieehaee]

Watching the new ATLA show I had the thought that Joshua would be an earthbender (with those giant hands of his) and now I have a new fantasy of getting railed by earthbender!joshua 😔🤚🏽

18+ / mdi

content: earthbender!joshua, implied e2l, reader is supposed to be zuko's sister for some reason but it doesnt really make much difference to the blurb, afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1006

a/n: so sorry for how long ive left this unanswered 😭😭 and thank you so much to the anons who gave me context about avatar since ive never watched it<3

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"oh, it's you again."

"don't act like you're not here to see me," the man chuckled condescendingly at you, carrying a smile far too charming for you to roll your eyes at.

"what can i get for you today?", he asked after moments of enjoying your annoyance at him.

"the usual," you responded without much thought.

uselessly writing it down, he looked up at you afterwards with a wink, chuckling again when you groaned at the action.

"not sure why my uncle hired you when you're so damn annoying," you muttered.

"what you call annoying others would say is charming", he corrected with far too much confidence.

unfortunately, it was true. ever since your uncle had hired him, business had been booming for the tea shop he'd just recently opened.

it was infuriating. everyone loved joshua, regardless of how big of an ego he had.

yet here you were. surely you weren't just here for some coffee, but you couldn't admit that to anyone (or even yourself) just yet. and so you sat there scowling at the object of your fury.

"what, not gonna say anything else? just gonna check me out the whole time?", he put away the pen and small notebook book he'd been holding, instead choosing to lean on the table you'd been sitting at, "fine. do you want something off the menu then?," he smirked at you, eyes dark with something unreadable.

you bit your lip. whether in annoyance or interest, you weren't sure.

but he reciprocated. somewhat.

straightening himself back up, he walked a few obvious steps to the restroom nearby, halting his movements when he came face to face with it and turning back to look at you. leaning against the wall, he eyed you with the smirk still present on his lips. he nodded towards you and then towards the door of the bathroom, giving you one last suggestive look before crossing the threshold into the restroom.

that's when you fucked up.

~

"god, you're so predictable," joshua mumbled between heavy kisses.

you didn't even bother to mutter back an answer, knowing he had the upper hand. he always did.

this was unexpected even for you. the original plan had been to come into his workplace to annoy him, yet here you were, tongue deep in his throat while he managed to earthbend the ground beneath you in order to ensure the two of you total privacy. it was at least nice to know he'd go through extra effort to get you alone.

"nothing to say? want me to keep you here all for me, huh?"

"shut up. just fuck me," you huffed, hands reaching down to his pants.

"oh? desperate? take me out then, baby," he challenged.

his head fell to your shoulder when you began jerking him off through his pants, pulling him out quickly after and swallowing a moan at the sight.

of course he was well endowed everywhere.

"shit, let me just-" and then your skirt was lifted, panties sticking to you due to the wetness he'd caused with mere kisses and some harsh fondling of your body.

his strong arms were for more than just show, apparently, as he used them to turn you around and make you face the wall. your hands went out instinctively to hold yourself against as your back arched to give him better access.

forced to let go of his dick as he flipped you around, he held onto it instead, using the tip to run through your folds through your tiny excuse for panties.

"shua, what if someone-"

"no one's gonna see or hear us, baby. don't worry. i turned the entrance into quicksand. no one can come in," he said too casually for your liking. his head was too preoccupied on his other head.

"joshua!"

"shh. 'm gonna fuck you now, okay? be good 'n let me just ... fuck, yeah, just like that ..."

a whine left your lips as soon as he entered you, but that was the last sound you were able to let out before one of his large hands went to cover your mouth. it was demeaning, yet it made you clamp down on him.

"god, can't even pretend you don't like this. you take it so good," he groaned, "isn't it good, baby? tell me how good it feels."

you attempted to cry and whine against the palm of his hand, all while he chuckled at your weak attempts, relentless in fucking into you.

"can't make a sound, huh? bet zuko would lose his mind knowing what i'm doing to his baby sister," he mocked you.

his efforts increased then. hips met your ass, making far too much noise for what was supposed to be a public restroom. you feared more patrons would enter the establishment, that someone may hear what you were doing with your supposed nemesis, yet you never made a move to stop him.

you continued to receive pleasure from him with no complaint, allowing him to do with you as he pleased. treated like a lifeless doll, he fucked into you until you were sure you'd bruise, legs unable to stand on their own. it was more pleasure than you'd ever felt, and you hated him for it.

but the biggest pleasure came when joshua's orgasm took over him, pulling you right down with him. his hips stuttered and his breath hitched, low groans replaced by high pitched breaths into your neck.

with one last whine (unknown if it was yours or his), he pulled out, leaving you limp against the wall as he gathered whatever was nearby in order to get you presentable again.

when you finally pushed yourself off the wall to face him, you were met with a face of satisfaction so annoying it had you wanting to burn the place down. it somehow doubled in satisfaction when you attempted to take your first step towards the door, stumbling in the process.

"what, need me to call your brother to come get you?", he laughed.

"i'll kill you, hong."

[tiffsturniolo]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- none!

𝐚/𝐧- woop woop! first day of december, felt this blurb fitted nicely cause i always put my christmas tree up december first

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it's December 1st. and its a tradition in the sturniolo household to decorate the christmas tree the moment it turns into the christmas month.

they have a remarkably big tree, big enough that you can't reach the top unless you're like- 6’5, which you all know the triplets are far from.

as michael bublé's "It's beginning to look a lot like christmas" plays in the background, you, matt, chris, and nick are dozing around the big christmas tree. the cozy lights are sparkling on the branches, and the colorful ornaments are just waiting to be put up.

nick lifts a brightly colored ornament from the box, his eyes widening in surprise as he gasps dramatically. “I made this one in elementary!” he exclaims, grinning stupidly. the ornament is a tacky snowflake crafted from popsicle sticks.

“bro, that is the ugliest thing I have ever seen in my life. that's not going on my tree” Matt laughs.

chris scowls disbelievingly at matt. “dont diss the childhood diy ornaments bro, you have no heart”

“can we at least put it lower so no one can see it?” matt practically begs and frowns unapprovingly at the ugly thing.

you see, matt has always been a perfectionist. He wants the tree to look perfect, and the baubles to be placed in the most perfect space.

if you accidentally cluster too much of the same colour ornament around each other, matt will just discreetly move them into a better place when your back is turned, not to hurt your feelings.

however, if chris managed to place them in the wrong spot, matt has no problem with harshly telling him off for it.

“chris! are you fucking stupid? you can't just shove them on and expect them to look nice! that looks shit!” matt scolds and moves them.

“dude, your such a grinch, just let me do whatever” chris rolls his eyes.

you try tune out the bickering between your boyfriend and chris and turn your focus to nick. “It's so tall, how do you even put the star on top?” you ask.

nick doesn't answer your question, but just marches his way to matt’s room, later coming out with a small step ladder.

“we won't be needing that.” matt says instantly.

nick furrows his brows at him judgingly. “are you stupid? I know you think you’re 5’10 on a good day but that's still not gonna do it”

as you study the tree, and the size of matt, trying to see if he was tall enough, you suddenly feel your legs levitating off the ground.

you look down and see matt's brown locks between your legs, lifting you off the ground and hoisting you onto his shoulders.

“matt!” you scream as you desperately try not to fall off, gripping tightly onto his hair.

“I have you, I have you, s’kay” he chuckles as the screech leaves your mouth, wrapping his slender hands around your thighs for support.

but the smile on his face quickly vanishes when he feels his hair being almost pulled out.

“ow! be careful with my hair!” he huffs and tries to pry your hands away.

“put me down! matthew put me down now!” you demand and attempt to wiggle your hands away from his grasp so you can hold on properly. the ground seems a bit too far away for your liking, and the smirk on his face adds to your frustration.

“put the star on first,” he argues, bringing one hand off your thigh to rub the bit of hair you pulled. “and don't pull my hair again.”

chris and nick exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of amused disbelief and mild disgust as they observed you and matt behaving all weird and affectionate.

chris bends down, rummaging in the box to find the star then handing it to you.

you take the star off chris and cautiously lean forward, reaching your hand out to place the star on the very tip of the tree.

“okay, I’m done, put me down now” you usher, and matt slowly crouches down onto the floor, helping you carefully step off his shoulders.

with a low groan, matt pushes himself off the ground, examining the placement of the star. “perfect” he smiles warmly at you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

you try and keep a straight face, feigning annoyance, but can't help but crack a smile and roll your eyes at the kiss.

“why not use the step ladder?” you huff.

“thats not as fun now is it?”

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@gabssturniolo @lizzyzzn @iloveduckssm

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[voxhypno]

25 DAYS OF HYPSMAS - Day 1

"Amnesia"

I'd like you to find a nice, comfortable position, dear listener. A place and pose where you can read my words scrolling across your screen with little effort.

I'm going to be guiding you down into trance with these words, so comfort and ease are very important. You don't want anything to come between you and my words, do you?

After all, if you've been following this blog for long, you know these words have a way of slipping through the cracks of your mind and replacing whatever silly little thoughts you had cluttering up your head previously.

So of course you'll follow along, doll. You'll listen, and go along with my words. Because I say so, and because I know that more likely than not, you love to obey.

Now that you're reading obediently along with me, all comfy, I'd like to talk to you about the idea of memory. Recollection.

Your memory is a powerful tool. Everything it sees, hears, and encounters is catalogued away for recall when you need it, whether you think your mind is sharp as a tack or full of holes.

Sometimes, though, things do slip through holes in your memory. It's completely natural to find that you can no longer recall the face of your first grade teacher, or remember what your mother was wearing on the day of your 18th birthday. Those memory holes are completely natural, and the focus of our chat today, dear listener.

Those memory holes can be manipulated by someone with a level of trust and access to your mind, you see. Hypnosis makes a lot of things possible, and one of my favorite things to do is to take those memories and put them away for a while. Leaving the reader or listener nothing but a happy empty shell, ready to be filled with whatever I feel like.

That's a lot to take in all at once, and I understand if your poor little mind is feeling a bit overwhelmed. It makes sense, then, for your eyelids to start feeling so, so heavy. For your arms and legs to begin feeling limp, soft, and powerless.

And the trance that you find yourself falling into isn't so different than one of those memory holes, is it? Fuzzy around the edges, barely aware, and every time you try to picture something, your mind just drifts back to my words flowing through you.

It only ever gets easier and more natural to focus on these words. You can try and put your mind towards something else, but these words are much more present in the moment, and you're drawn into them more and more deeply. Your thoughts are nothing but thought, after all. Ephemeral and whispy, while my words are solid, tangible, and so deeply inviting.

And as you listen, as you find yourself further wrapped up in my words and dragged down into trance, it's natural to find yourself having trouble remembering more than a few sentences back. You're much more focused, and it's much easier to focus, on what's being said right now. Even if you tried to read up, you'd just find yourself back here, more ensnared and vacant than before.

Names and faces of old friends, the interior of your childhood bedroom, what you are for breakfast this morning, all just melting into soft, blank mental fuzz. Certain tidbits might stick out in your memory, but it's so much easier to pay attention to the blurred lines along the edges, growing more and more hazy and empty, just like your mind itself.

It's so hazy, there inside your mind... Thoughts and memories drifting in and out of focus...

And to help focus you onto something, here, dear listener. Let me help.

There we go, see? Much better. So easy to let the memories drift away from you now. Those holes in your mind, in your memory, widening and spreading themselves open... Spinning like that pretty spiral... And more and more things begin to drip through.

Almost as if more and more memories are being sucked down into the spirals inside of your mind, out of reach.

Things like your name, your face, the name of your hometown, your favorite foods... All just dropping nice and neatly into one of those wide memory holes.

Not only that, but memories of stress, of pain, of aching, all disappearing into those spiraling holes as well. Entirely emptying your mind into these spirals. Remembering nothing, recalling nothing. The spiral and my words don't discriminate. They suck in everything, leaving you calm and placid and vacant.

Here's the spiral again, to help the process along.

Feeling these things gently and easily leaving your awareness as they do so. They're in the hole, dear listener. Lost to the pretty spiral. A silly hypnotoy like you couldn't possibly grasp them in there. As far as you know, you've always been like this.

So you just sit. You feel yourself smiling blankly for me now, without really knowing why. You just watch the pretty spiral, read the pretty words, and understand that as you are now, it's so deeply and completely impossible to remember anything. In the final stages of being emptied out.

Even as you read my words, they pass through that empty mind like water through a sieve. Changing your brain, changing your thoughts, and then disappearing. They were never there. You've always been like this.

A blank slate. Every breath, every twitch, every blink keeps your mind in this state. Unable to remember your name or what you've just read, and unable to remember why. You've always been like this.

But you can't help but feel this little itch at the back of your mind. You can't remember who or where you are, but you're dimly aware that you should. That you want to. Your memories have to be somewhere... You just have to find them.

And since you've dropped down like this for me, since you've been in trance for as long as you can remember, I'm going to let you in on two secrets.

The first, and most important, is that this empty state is temporary. From the time you finish reading this post, and my words and spirals leave your vision, your memory is of course going to return. I'm not a monster, after all.

Let's say... an hour?

That sounds good. From the time you finish reading this post, your memory will be completely out of reach for one whole hour.

At the end of that hour, those memory holes will shrink to their normal size, and everything that you've stuffed in there will come flying out, back into your mind. Leaving you just as you were, remembering just as much as you did, before reading this post.

You're not going to remember that this time limit exists, of course. You won't remember any of this. You'll just be your blank happy empty little self, and suddenly your personality and reality will come flying right back into your mind, like nothing ever happened.

And the second point is more of a question...

Where could you go to find your lost memories?

Well, that's simple.

I've hidden them in all the posts on my blog, silly toy. Not sure how on earth you could have forgotten that! Every single past post of mine is a clue to who and what you are.

So in this hour that you won't remember, explore. Try and figure something out about your old memories. Who are you? Where are you? Search through my posts. What must you like? What must you act like?

I look forward to hearing about your findings, and I'll see you in an hour.

Now, wake up~!

[ronearoundblindly]

https://www.tiktok.com/@yeuyeutp/video/7417104012320754977?_t=8pwVPUhpxbq&_r=1

I thought this is so cute! Which Cevans characters are letting you swatch your makeup on them? I can already tell with characters like Lloyd, he’s gonna be like ‘fuck that shit’ 😭😂 Ransom is gonna whine like he always does for sure ‘Why are you putting this sparkly shit on me 😡🤬’

Link here. Sorry this took so long, but I finally got the inspiration to answer this one while sifting through asks! Warning for an f-bomb or two. No, it was not avoidable. We shall call this the "Black Friday Shopping Edition" of Who Would...

James Mace

Honestly finds it all useless and dumb. Thinks you're beautiful without all this sh*t on your face. Abhors glitter and will riot if you get it on him at any time. Rants about all the plastic packaging and how it's bad for the environment.

Curtis Everett

He cannot believe the prices. Curtis is incapable of walking around the store without pointing out this $25 thing that's--turns tube over--"POINT FIVE FLUID OUNCES?! Honey, just no."

You strategically stand in front of the $45 products while nudging him out of the store. Come back alone or with a friend. Curtis is not your man for this.

Jimmy Dobyne

Fucking no. Not for the same reasons as Mace and Curtis though. Jimmy thinks you look magnificent when you do your makeup (he doesn't prefer it, mind, but he appreciates the final result) but has zero interest in knowing how the sausage is made. You go shop. You take your time in the bathroom or at the mirror. He isn't there for those stages.

Johnny Storm

Antsy. Fiddles around testing out the skin and haircare stuff for men. Bit obsessed with colognes. Needs to know you're opinion on what suits him. He will let you swatch on his hand and arm but will not necessary stay put while you make your decisions. Possibly spends more money than you sometimes. Definitely tries new products more than you do, not really searching for his favorite or the best, just like new and is a product whore.

Jake Jensen

Jake, my beloved, is fascinated by the various textures and tries to spot the super subtle color differences. He's always genuine about which things he prefers--hates sticky textures--and wants you to feel as lovely as he finds you all the time. Jake will even clean up his arm then start over to swatch your top choices beside each other, remembering which brand and colors they were. He is wildly amused by the names of lipsticks and nail polishes specifically. He kinda wants that job.

Lloyd Hansen

Loudly announces what will make you look whorish, the asshole. Everything is described as looking nice while you cry from how good he's fucking you or looking hot smeared on your face and his dick. Doesn't give a shit about price or whatever; he's not paying for it.

Ari Levinson

He's distracted but around. Follows you casually. Will answer questions and give his opinion when prompted. Has too much hair to swatch on him though. Will randomly put his arm around your shoulders, kiss your temple, and say "whatever you want." Insists on paying, even if his eyes bug-out momentarily.

Ransom Drysdale

You are correct: he will not allow sparkly shit on his person. In fact, he's too bored to stick around when it's not him shopping. Ran is extremely vocal and particular about what looks great on you and what's meh. Refuses to let you buy the meh things. I will say, he is deeply appreciative of the final result. Loves when you are all dolled up and beaming happy. Doesn't show it really, but he's smug as hell with you on his arm looking so fine...

Andy Barber

He has opinions, but he is not a palette. Andy throws a wary glance your way when he notices the prices or that there are several of the same type of product in your basket. There are very rare instances where he's goofy and in the mood to be playful with you, so Andy has been known to put a vivid or dark shade of lipstick on himself when you're turned away and then play it off until you notice. He thinks it's utterly hilarious to smear it on you with kisses in those moment. Adorable jerk...

Steve Rogers

Everything is a palette, and all the colors remind him of some sort of art. I mean, this guy thinks you are art. Steve can't help but imagine what you're thinking of wearing with the makeup, he knows complimentary colors and shading, and he's the best of most worlds in this scenario.

Bucky Barnes

Buck gets an enormous kick out of this, really leans into his preening, theatrical side. Swatch all over him, he doesn't care. Bucky also will gently help you apply makeup, cupping your chin in his hand while gliding that lip gloss you're interested over your bottom lip. He mimics pressing and pouting so you spread it around. I mean...I don't know how this guy makes everything both loving and sensual but goddamn do I believe he does.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[milykins]

*sticks nose in your inbox* hello!

I heard from a pair of bloomers waiting to be put out to dry that you were looking for fluffy bayverse raph prompts? Maybe something set at the farmhouse? Raph getting to wake up with the sun streaming through the window for once, cuddling close with his s/o, as soft and sweet as you want to make it please ❤️.

Final ask answered! I am such a sucker for soft romance... this was so nice to write. Also it's very funny that I'm giving off the vibe that I'd like to write for Bayverse Raph. Honestly, I love writing for him. He's my second favourite turtle next to Mikey.

I hope this is what you envisioned. Thank you for sending the prompt, these asks have been great for helping me to become a better writer.

Thanks to @sophiacloud28 for checking it over for me!

TW: A tiny bit spicy at the end with Raph getting a little handsy with his SO.

Raph x female reader, aged up characters of course.

Golden Mornings

There was something so indescribably intimate about the mornings. Waking up slow, wrapped in his warm embrace. The soft, sleepy puffs of air on your neck. Deep, even motions of his chest, rising and falling with each breath. Strategically placed hands, and oh, those magnificent arms of his. Holding you like you were the most precious thing he owned. You were special to him in a way he couldn’t even express.

So, he showed you. Pressing tender kisses to your palms, knuckles, whatever he could reach really. Any expanse of skin was begging to have his mouth on it. Hugs from behind, especially when you were least expecting it. He didn’t care what you’re doing, you were not in his arms and that needed to be rectified. His arms belonged around you. He needed to feel the press of your body against his because it had just been too long since he felt it. He was addicted to you. Your scent, your softness, he loved it all.

He especially loved packing you up and taking you out for adventures on his bike. No responsibilities, no stress, just the two of you on the open road. He often liked taking you to the old, yet refurbished farmhouse. There was just something about that place that you couldn’t describe. It was many things that made this place special. The house itself, nestled in secluded acres of farmland and forestry. The feeling of being wrapped in the solitude of the sounds and smells of nature. Watching him walk around freely outdoors with no fear of anyone looking at him like he’s anything less than the incredible creature he is. Your unsung hero in red.

Oh, and waking up with him in this place. That was something else. Golden sunlight streaming in through tiny cracks in the blinds. His soft murmuring in your hair as you shift slightly and inhale deeply upon waking. Not yet… he wanted to stay in bed and hold you just a little longer. His arms tightening to keep you there, afraid to let you go. You’re quick to reassure him that you’re not going anywhere and feel his arms relax a little. He’s still somewhere between sleep and waking but coherent enough to press a soft kiss at the nape of your neck and slide his hand over your hip.

That’s when you felt rather than heard just how relaxed and content he really was. A sound reserved only for you. Soft, rumbling vibrations that radiated from his body to yours. Permeating your entire being. He only ever churred around you and it was both humbling and gratifying to know how safe and happy he felt to do it so freely. The rumbling alone could be enough to lull you back into the sweet embrace of sleep but you had other things on your mind.

You feel his grip tighten a little with the very purposeful push of your backside to his lower body. Oh, he was more awake now. The rumbling intensifies and you feel more soft kisses, spanning the expanse between your neck and shoulder. His hands, no longer still, began exploring the remainder of your uncovered skin. He didn’t like any barriers between his body and your own and made a point of removing them. Sometimes things got torn from you in heated moments of passion. Occasionally though, he removed things slowly like you were his own personal birthday present and he was taking his time unwrapping you. You weren’t sure which you preferred honestly. He could turn you into a puddle of need either way.

Currently, he was doing just that as his large hands smoothed their way across your body. The lazy beams of sunlight painting the walls only served to add warmth to the slow burn growing between the two of you. He can smell how much you want him. The sharp intake of breath and the squeeze of his hand on your hip was evidence enough. Your arousal was near impossible for him to resist, sweet, heady, and just you. If you were willing, he never hesitated in giving you exactly what you needed.

A plea from your lips has his hand travelling up to your breast for a squeeze and a gently brushing of his fingers across the peaks. A gasp escaped your lips, coupled with a now involuntary push of your hips. Then he growled, the sound sending an absolute rush of need straight to your core.

“Good way to wake up…” he husked; his voice rough with want.

“Best way to wake up…” was your quick, yet breathless reply.

He couldn’t agree more. He may not be great with words, but he was going to show you just how much he loved and appreciated you. Right at that moment, in that perfect golden morning. Just the two of you.

Until the next ask!

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[moonstonemeadow]

bloody knuckles t. todoroki x reader

18+ mdni

1.8k, hurt/comfort, fluffy touya

i really needed some touya fluff after the shit show of a week this has been (also this is the first one shot i have written in a loooonnnggg time, pls be nice i'm rusty)

It’s storming as you make your way to Touya’s apartment, rain pouring down, mixing with the blood covering you. Your phone is missing, parts of your hero costume are bloodied and shredded beyond repair, and you’re pretty sure the unknown villain you had been fighting moments prior had broken your nose. 

Stopping at a slightly familiar building, you glance up at what you think might be Touya’s third floor window, feeling slightly optimistic at the glow of bright lights behind the curtains. Gritting your teeth, you jump up to pull the fire escape ladder down and begin your ascent. Rung by rung, you hoist yourself up, being cautious about your hand placements due to the rain. Every so often you have to stop to catch your breath, the pain from your injuries making it harder than usual to climb up the ladder.  

When you’re halfway up the next ladder, you stop, glancing down and over three windows to where Touya’s window was. Taking a deep breath, you step off the fire escape, sliding your foot onto the nearest window ledge and pulling yourself on it. You don’t notice how badly your body is shaking until you repeat this motion on the next window, foot nearly slipping off of the wet concrete. Luckily, you catch yourself on the outside edges of the window, crouching down to give yourself a few moments before standing and making the final steps to his window. Once there, you breathe out a small sigh of relief, crouching again to keep your balance better.  

A memory shakes free as you stare into the window, hesitating. 

“You need to stay away from me. I can’t give you what you need.” His face was carefully blank, voice monotone. 

“And who says you know what I need?” You cried out, growing frustrated with the way the conversation was going. 

“Dove, I can’t be the hero you want. I’m not built for that, I’m not built to be a good person.” He says gently, eyes flickering with something akin to sorrow. 

“I don’t want a hero Touya, I just want you.” You said, shoulders slumping.  

“You need to leave, please.” He begged. 

That had been almost a month ago; a month of missing someone who was never really yours to begin with. 

Before you lose the courage, you gently tap your fingertips on the glass, eyes widening slightly when you see streaks of blood on the once clear glass. You pause to inspect your bloodied hands, finding gashes on your knuckles, which you presume to be the cause of the blood. Taking a deep breath, you hook your fingertips around the windowsill, desperately hoping that it’s enough to hold you from sliding down the rain slicked roof. Seconds feel like hours as you crouch under the windowsill, fingers aching from your hold, waiting for any sign of life from the bedroom. Finally, a tall figure pushes the window up, a dark head sticking out to peer at you. 

“What are you—what the fuck?” He rasps, reaching over to place his hands under your underarms, hauling you up and into the bedroom. You stumble back slightly, catching yourself on the edge of his bed. Touya’s face is unreadable as he scans you from top to bottom with his eyes. He turns to quietly shuts the window behind him, eyes pinched with a mixture of fear and anger when he faces you again. 

“‘M sorry, I know you told me to stay away from you, but I didn’t know where else to go.” You say quietly, wondering if this had been a bad idea to come here. 

“You don’t have to be sorry.” He says quietly, turning to leave the room. Touya is gone for a few moments, returning with a small black hand towel. He ducks into his bathroom, and you briefly hear the squeak of a faucet. He returns a moment later, towel in hand. Kneeling on the floor in front of you, he gently presses the warm towel to your face, eyes focused on wiping up the blood. 

You let out a quiet hiss as the towel touches your nose, and he pulls it away quickly. 

“Who did this to you?” He asks finally, voice low. One scarred hand comes up to gently tilt your jaw to the side, the other hand brushing the towel against your skin once more. 

“Does it matter?” You reply quietly. 

“Yes, it matters”, he snaps, removing his hand from your jaw. He takes a step back, throws the towel on the floor, and fists his own black hair, anger and something else painted on his face. 

You watch him warily, “I should go, I'm sorry for bothering you.” 

You stand to leave, confused when he takes a step in front of you, blocking you from leaving. He watches you back quietly, eyes softening. 

Then, after a pause, “Don’t be stupid. Strip.” He orders, turning towards his closet, opening it and shuffling a few garments around. 

Instead of obeying, you just stand there, staring dumbly at him. 

Seconds later, he shoves a handful of clothing at you, mumbling something and pushing you towards his bathroom door. He opens it and turns the light on, ushering you inside. To your surprise, he steps into the bathroom with you, kneeling down next to the bathtub to push the water on to warm. He avoids your questioning gaze, keeping his fingers under the steady stream of water to keep an eye on the temperature. 

After a few moments, he reaches up to grab a purple bottle and flips the cap, dumping a little of the liquid into the water. You recognize the bottle then, it’s lavender body wash, a brand you had purchased for him months ago. But that bottle had been used up last month, so did he really go out and buy it again after all this time? You shake the thought away, choosing not to dwell on a stupid bottle of soap. After a few long moments, he flips the water off, shaking water off of his fingers. 

“It’s ready.” Touya says quietly, standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets. He’s nervously chewing on his lip, eyes bouncing everywhere but you. Without another word, he leaves, closing the bathroom door quietly behind him. 

For a few seconds you stare at the closed door, confusion bubbling at the odd way he was acting. You drop the clean clothing onto the tiled flooring, stripping your ruined costume off. 

Gingerly stepping into the bathtub, you sink into the warm bubbly water, hissing at the slightly stinging cuts on your skin. Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back, resting it on the edge of the tub. Time passes slowly as your aching muscles are soothed by the warm water, but you can’t turn your brain off, thinking only of the man in the other room. 

In all the years that you’d known each other, there wasn’t an exact time that you could pinpoint when you fell in love with him. And a small part of you knew it was wrong, for a hero to love someone who others called a villain, but you knew what made him like that, made him burn with hatred. He wasn’t a villain to you at all. Misunderstood, yes, but not a villain. Those hands that gently cupped your face moments ago would never hurt you, you knew this with absolute certainty. 

Sighing, you pull the stopper up. You sit there, watching the pale pink water swirl down the drain until you’re shivering. There’s a knock at the bathroom door, a scarred hand poking through the crack in the door to drop in a soft black towel. It takes a few minutes to get your bearings, stepping out of the tub to pull on a large pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, Touya’s scent enveloping you. 

You pad into the bedroom barefoot, exhaustion weighing you down with every step. When you enter the bedroom, Touya is pacing, nervous energy bleeding out into the space. Noticing you almost immediately, he pushes you down lightly to perch on the edge of his bed, then kneels again in front of you, gingerly picking up your right hand, flattening it in his. He reaches on the ground next to him, picking up a tube of ointment. Scarred fingers unscrew the cap, his dark eyes focused on spreading the cool cream to your scratched up skin. 

“Touya?” You say quietly.

“Hm?” He asks, dark eyes locking with yours as he starts absentmindedly massaging your hand. 

“Thank you.” It wasn’t what you were aching to say, but you didn’t want to make this harder than it already was. 

Jaw tightening, he nods once and stands, back facing you as he sets the materials in his hands down. He stands there for a moment, seemingly frozen in time. 

“Fuck it.” He mumbles, quickly spinning around to face you, taking a few hurried steps until he’s directly in front of you. His hand reaches out towards you, cupping your jaw and tilting his head forward until he’s resting his forehead on yours. Thumb sliding back and forth against your jaw, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, gentler than you expected. He pulls away after a second, leaning back slightly to search your face. 

Breathless, you search his face right back. “Touya, what—”

“I love you; I think I always have if I’m honest.”

“Are…are you sure?” 

A small laugh escapes his lips and he leans in to kiss you again. Pulling back to catch his breath, he gently pulls your hand to rest over his heart, the quick fluttering of heartbeats in his chest strong under your touch. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“I love you too.” You breathed out, confession slipping out, his heartbeats grounding you. He grins, the expression making your heart pound. 

He was so, so beautiful.

“C’mere.” He says, sliding his arms around your waist to tug you backwards. With a muffled grunt you fall back against his chest, squeaking when he tucks his chin over the top of your head, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “You gonna tell me who did this to you?”

“No, I handled it already. Besides, I don’t need you getting into trouble because of me.” You shift, turning to look at him. 

A feral grin slips across his face. “Dove, I’d kill anyone for you without hesitating.”

You choke at the words, heart catapulting in your chest at the violent words. Of course, a part of you knew he’d do that for you but hearing him say it out loud was a different thing entirely. Audibly swallowing, you try to ignore the heat building low in your stomach at the thought. 

The feral grin turns absolutely wicked, his eyes shining. “You like that idea?”

“N—no.” 

“Sure, keep tellin’ yourself that.” He says, chest rumbling beneath you. Touya shifts the two of you, laying back more so that you are now cradled against his chest. “As much as I wanna stay up late talking to you tonight, you should get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in the morning.” 

“I love you Touya.” You mumble around a yawn, cuddling closer to him. 

"I love you too, Dove.” 

[funlovinzara]

“Speechless” Okarun x reader

I didn’t know id cause so much trouble, but in the end i met someone who touched my heart…i don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love him.

Warnings: none really

A/n: im back divas 💜 IM SICK AGAIN

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Okay, lets not start off with “im just a normal person, who attends a totally normal school.” Because its stupid and dumb and i really really just want to explain this whole situation. This school is weird. Ive been experiencing some supernatural things happening to me and i dont feel safe wherever i go and i think something bad might hurt me. I walk home after school one day and i notice the air getting thicker and thicker and i just feel the tense pressure of something following me

I rush home and all i can do is ponder about whats going on with me, am i mental?? Is this some of condition?? Im having nightmares and i cant take it anymore. I cant even talk to anyone about this because i hardly talk to people at this stubborn school…

Besides all the crazy things happening to me, theres this guy I’ve had my eye on, not romantically or anything i just keep seeing him wherever i go and he just sticks out like a sore thumb. I think his name was Ken….im going to talk to him, he seems like the only person who wouldn’t judge me.

I walk up to him and before i could even mutter a “hey” a girl comes first and speaks to him, it seems like they’re close. Suddenly everyone must have a friend besides me, thats so annoying. I’ll speak to him at lunch then. And as i expected, that girl was there again. So i guess i’ll just speak to him afterschool.

“Hey..” i tap his shoulder while walking out the gate of the school. He swiftly turns around looking at me in surprise and quickly blushing. “O..oh hello!”

“I wanted to know if you’d like to be friends…you look really cool and i thought it would be nice.” His face flushes even more “Cool..? Me? Oh- yeah s-sure we can be friends thats totally awesome! Yup! Cool!” He was geeking out, and it was really cute

“Can w-“ before i could speak again he cuts me off. “How about we talk together at lunch tomorrow or if we have the same class..? Its s-super nice to meet you. Im Ken takakura!”

“Oh im y/n l/n, sure we can talk tomorrow” he bows and runs off home, i mean at least i’ll be able to actually talk to him. I start to walk home and the sun starts to set, i really don’t want that feeling to come back again. But it’s not my choice is it..

While i walk home i start to feel it again, the feeling that im being watched. But no it’s way worse this time. My ears start to ring, and i hear footsteps slowly pick up behind me. I start to run home, it wasn’t far anyway, i could make it! I run into a neighborhood I’ve never seen before, but I’ll do anything just to get away.

A blue light appears above my head and i turn around to see 3 large men with a horrifying smile standing behind me. I turn again to sprint for it until they catch me in a millisecond. “What a fine specimen!!! We shall take your banana for inspection.”

“What the heck does that even mean??? Let me go!!” I hear another pair of footsteps and i see..Ken? And that other girl..

“Get em okarun!!” The girl exclaims, and before my own eyes i see okarun leap forward to one of the men holding me, transforming into something so unknown. The aliens are caught off guard and unhand me while i see that other running behind us, a big set of translucent blue arms emerge from her back and grabs on hold on one of the men and slams him.

“Okarun!! Take the girl somewhere else!! I’ll be safe i promise!” This new…person that is ‘okarun’ sighs in laziness “such a drag..” he picks me up bridal style and starts to speed away into a secluded area where the strange men were sure not to search. He lays me down on the concrete floor and i think i recognize this area, this is a part of my neighborhood thankfully!!

I look up at him in disbelief, “your…ken..?” He was prepping to sprint back to where the other girl was but he looks at me instead “in the flesh.” What was up with his lingo..

“..how are you able to do that?” It’s absolutely incredible, i was totally mesmerized, he’s beautiful! “Dunno, i gotta go. Stay safe babe.” He pats my head and then gets into a crouching start position to run, he sprints off and into the night he goes. What just happened, and he called me babe? How am i going to even talk to him tomorrow??

It takes me a minute to get back up and into shape, i make my way back home and i was later than usual. I make myself comfy, shower and change, and hop right into bed. I shut my eyes and start to recap.

‘Alright, what the hell was going on today. Ken is some secret transforming boy, and i guess his nickname is okarun? This other girl has magical powers and i almost got kidnapped by some disgustingly terrifying ‘men’. Based on what I’ve seen today, were those even men?? Im speechless..’ I continue to yap on in my head until i drift off into slumber.

—

I wake up the next morning trying to figure out if i should just stay home today, but then again i need answers. I quickly hop out of bed and get myself ready while having something small to eat for breakfast. I make my way to campus and i see Ken and that girl again, i really need to get her name..

“Hey Takakura.” While he was speaking to that girl he turns around to look at me, she gives me a glance and her face brightens, it seems like she recognizes me. “Hey y/n, is everything alright?”

“Um yeah no, what even happened last night?? That was totally insane! Do you guys know what was going on it freaked me out, and you turned into some creature and that girl had big arms coming out of her back-“

The girl giggles and cuts me off “okay i know it’s crazy, and I’m momo! What you saw yesterday wasn’t normal i know, it’s a long story. But those men you saw were aliens, thats why they looked so weird. Okarun here has this new ability to transform into something completely new, i have psychic powers.”

My face must have been absolutely confuzzled because they both started to giggle “Don’t worry, we’ll talk more about it at lunch! By the way whats your name?”

“It’s y/n l/n, nice to meet you.” She smiles and rests her arm on my shoulder “Sweet! Cmon okarun, let’s head to class!”

He follows right behind us and my smile fades a bit, that person okarun was…i can feel my heart start to strain. This isn’t good, i think i might like him but every-time i see Okarun and Momo together, they just seem like an unbreakable bond that stays together forever and i might be tinkering and getting in the way of that. I want to go home already.

“Hey y/n, matter of fact how about you come to my place after school? Then we can totally go over everything you’re confused about.”

“Oh, yeah sure! I don’t mind.” They day goes on as it fades into the mist of night. Her house is more larger than i thought, i enter and it has this calming feel to it. I spot Ken taking off his shoes and my hear starts to race a bit, this is making me insane. “Alright Okarun, show em!” I watch him transform again and i see that boy…wow he is so alluring. His droopy sleep eyes and tall slim frame would have anyone at campus falling head over heels

“So this is what you saw yesterday, this form is when he blah blah blah blah…”

I really should have payed attention but i was lost in his thoughtless eyes, and he was staring right back at me. I wonder does this form have the same mind as Okarun or is it someone else? While momo continues to talk, without her noticing he nods his head up at me in a “sup” motion, with his hands in his pockets. He was trying so hard to be cool and he really was. I feel my brain melt to my toes as i nod my head back at him.

“So do you understand?”

I snap back into reality, “Yeah..so what can he really do?”

“Well he can only run really fast, he has no good fighting skills yet.” “Wow, harsh.” He said while leaning back on the while. Momo takes out her phone and looks at the time, she jumps and shrieks “its really late! Hey how about this, you can come over again tomorrow and we can go over how you’re able to see things like this. Okarun since it’s dark outside and you’re a fast runner, take em home!”

“whatevs, I’m the fastest yo.”

We head out the door and he lets me get on his back. “later y/n!”

Ken gets into the crouching start position again and speeds to my neighborhood “quick, where do ya live” I whisper my home into his ear and he quickens the pace all the way until the destination. He slows and gets down, allowing me to step off his back. I was hesitant to walk into my home and i turn around right before he was going to speed back to momos place.

“Cya on the flip side babe.” Seriously does he call everyone babe…but then i realized he was leaving and as he took off i managed to shout “See you tomorrow!!” I see him wave his hand in the air while he ran, this wasn’t so bad. I lay back in my bed ready to disclose for the night, this is crazy.

Will he be someone i can love or am i just going to be a nuisance..?

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GUYS I JUST finished watching dandadan please i had to write something y’all idk it set something off in me for real!! bye DIVAS 💜

[erosauriarts]

Atsushi has never seen a true Christmas, nor has he seen the lights or Santa. He didn't make cookies or wake up in the morning with gifts. He never did any of it. He'd read about it though and of course they'd contain pictures but it isn't the same.

Even with access to the internet, it has yet to happen.

Atsushi sees the ad for it on his page. Just on time, Chuuya jumps into bed over him. An endearing grind as the redhead finds his comfort on top. Arms intrapt around his neck as he looks over to read.

“Christmas?” Chuuya seemed confused. Though with a laugh, he gave a squeeze, “I didn't know you celebrated that.”

“I uh…” Atsushi shifts so he could glance back, “I grew up in an orphanage run by a church. Christmas was a big deal to them.”

“Not to you?” Chuuya chuckled.

Atsushi turned around to stare up at a stretching Chuuya. Firm hands to a thin waist as he sat in silence.

“Is this a bad topic?” Chuuya lowered his tone as he bent over.

“No, no it's okay. I just — you already get upset with my past, I don't wanna stress you out.”

“Susu-chan.” Chuuya ran his fingers through his hair, “I still want you to tell me things. I'll keep my murderous rage at bay.”

Atsushi looked at him with deductive eyes and concluded he believed him. He pet Chuuya’s hair till he could muster the courage.

“I wasn't allowed to join because… Well I just realized, I was pretty sure they didn't want the tiger acting up. I don't think they quite understood.”

Chuuya shifted so he sank between legs as a firm touch directed Atsushi's jaw up.

“I really hate everyone in that damn place.”

“Yeah…” Atsushi was quiet till he started to laugh, “But it's ok.”

In some way, it's insane how fast Chuuya reads Atsushi — Not that he's a difficult person to understand. Oh no, it's since he's just that smart. He just lives and it's naturally that nurturing.

“What if we did Christmas?” Chuuya had this grin that gives Atsushi goosebumps each time.

“What?” Atsushi mumbled.

“I don't celebrate it but shits pretty to look at. The lights, boothes, sometimes snow — You have to see it.”

“Chuuya…” Atsushi sighs with such a soft tone it almost hurts, “I… I don't think I can get you a present.”

“Then don't. Your gift to me is being my date to the light show.” Chuuya then pushed up to get prepared for bed.

Atsushi followed, turning to his side. “Work?”

“Holidays are off.” Chuuya kicked his pants aside with such vengeance, “Plus, Elise likes the opening stuff part.”

“... Does… Mori gave her those?”

“Best to not think about it.” Chuuya huffed as he fought the shirt he put on. A fast waddle during the tasks he crawled back into the bed. “Come on. It's literally a perfect date.”

“No gift?”

“I don't even celebrate Christmas, I don't need a present.” Chuuya gave him a kiss. “That or your ass in a pretty crimson bow.”

“Perve.” Atsushi nudged playfully but the weight let his arms give out so Chuuya laid on top. “Yeah, okay. Sounds like fun.”

And it was. The night they planned was two days after the initial conversation. Atsushi dressed nice and warm, Chuuya quietly regretting only wearing a dress coat with a sweater. However, he got to stick his gloved hands into the folded warmth of Atsushi’s body.

They visited boothes, listened to carols, or watched the lights dance with the music. There were a lot of laughs, plenty of chocolate covered kisses.

Then the event, the main tree. Feet high, the attraction housed lights and glass. It was gorgeous to see such details as well as getting to see how the electrical string of blue, green, and red took its path to the pin pointed star above.

Breathtaking, to put it into shorter words.

“You're so pretty.” Chuuya then caught his attention with this loving and smitten tone.

Atsushi turned back in time to see how fast Chuuya was coming undone.

“Sorry uh…” Chuuya shifted his hat till Atsushi brought him in, “Do you never feel second hand embarrassment?”

“I have plenty of “exposure therapy” so no need to worry. Plus it's cute you get all mushy about me.” Atsushi teased me.

“Yeah.” Chuuya sank into his touch. “Bet I can make you flustered.”

“Hm?” Atsushi tilted his head.

Chuuya pulled back to reach into his coat. In blue wrapping and a silver bow, the boy is given a cube about the size of a soda bottle.

“I thought— Chuuya- I—” Atsushi was already choking up. Deep breaths to calm himself down.

“I said to myself. I already know what I want and it's right here.”

Chuuya handed it to him. Trembling fingers couldn't hide how quick Atsushi shortened out. The detective brought it to his chest, mouth hung loose as if in disrepair.

“That's… I'm not a gift.” Atsushi managed to say that his body still couldn't understand.

Chuuya playfully rolled his eyes as he hugged around him to run his hands into his back pockets. Atsushi sinks into the embrace, Chuuya kissing his neck then to his jaw.

“You're the best thing to happen to me. You could hand me a rock and it'd still mean the world to me. This isn't about me right now and this is for you. Please, open it.”

Atsushi can't control the guilt, he can't control the self hatred… Though he also can't control his excitement and happiness.

Someone got him a gift.

A Christmas gift.

His boyfriend got him a Christmas gift.

Atsushi pulled away enough to open it. He was careful with the paper and peeled it off so gently the box under it just slid out.

“Meant to destroy it but ok.” Chuuya teased.

Atsushi smiled. He opened the box to show a necklace with a diamond in the center and an emerald on top. It wasn't delicate ‐ In fact it had some weight to it. It was about 2 inches thick and had a heavy duty chain.

“This…” Atsushi looked like he was at gunpoint, “So expensive.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Chuuya took it as he withdrew it from its container, “It's a special type of metal that is supposed to not be affected by abilities. I was gonna get you a bracelet or a ring but you'd break it when you had to fight… so.”

“It's pretty but…”

“No buts.” Chuuya unlatched it and reached up to put it on.

Atsushi looked at him, eyes welding with tears, heart so violent with each pump, as well his mind screaming at him.

A curse he's forced to bare

Guilt. To him, he doesn't deserve this.

Though the blessing he was recently given?

Security. Chuuya is the thing above it all.

Chuuya finished putting it on as he turned the gem upright. His smile grew as hands lowered to pull out a similar one but the gems reversed. His hand squeezed it and on queue, a soft tingle of a vibration came from the jewelry.

“So, when you miss me, you can tell me anywhere in the world.” Chuuya squeezed again.

It tingled.

Goddammit, Atsushi is so in love. He grabbed Chuuya and kissed him passionately. Hands held his jaw as the two separated.

“Merry Christmas, Atsushi.” Chuuya smiles.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Chuuya.” Atsushi laughed, so full and alive it was contagious.

[namluvili]

I wanna be your lover | seok-jin one shot

this is my first one shot! sorry if its too short or long, i just really liked this idea.

pairing: f!reader x seok-jin (they are fwb)

Word count: 1.4k

!!THIS CONTAINS SMUT!! THIS IS ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES! I DO NOT PERSONALLY THINK OF BTS THIS WAY, warnings below!!

warning(s): drinking, possessive jin, hides his feelings for reader but he sucks at it and its adorable. jin and reader are fwb, jin wants something more but reader doesn't (or does she?), f1ngering, making out, unprotected s3x (pls be safe guys), jin goes down on reader, blowj0b, doggystyle, r1ding, edging, jin has a kink for doing stuff in public, lmk if i forgot anything!

You and jin have been seeing eachother for about 5 months now, but because hes on tour, youve barely been able to see him as much. so it wouldn't hurt to see someone else right? Maybe the bar your going to will have someone that you can quickly get dick from, nothing more.

You put on your sluttiest dress and a thong that can be quickly torn off if it needs to be, but what didnt help was that jin bought it for you. you do your hair and put your heels on and make your way out the door.

You arrive at the bar, quickly looking around to see if you can plot on someone. You see this handsome man sitting at the bar, drinking. You decide to play the 'innocent girl whos never drank before' act and go to sit next to him.

"Hey, ive never seen you here before, are you new or something? want me to buy you a drink?" the man says to you. "Yeah, i never drank before, i dont even know where to start. Names Y/N by the way" you reply to him, chuckling. "oh nice, name is jungkook. nice to meet you Y/N."

Many drinks later, you are feeling very tipsy. Jungkook looks at you with lust in his eyes and puts his hand on your thigh, slowly reaching up your dress. "Damn, no wonder you never came here, people wouldnt know how to react with you." he says before slowly putting his lips up to yours.

You got him. You got him around your finger now. Nows your time to take him home and quickly get it over with. You pull back from jungkook and say, "wanna take this back to my place?" as you put on a smile that could make any man melt at the sight.

"I dont think so, princess." a familar voice says behind you. Fuck, its jin, you are, so. fucked. Jungkook looks up at the man and says, "Damn, You couldve told me you had a boyfriend, or else i wouldnt have even talked to you." he says while walking away. You turn around and say, "Jin what the fuck?! you cant just stalk me like that. Considering i haven't even seen you in 2 fucking weeks. God forbid i get some dick that isn't yours, because i know damn well you got pussy whenever you wanted on your tour." "I didnt actually, all i could do was think about you and the way you used to ride me before i left. Its been way to long without you baby. Do you know how hard it was to not go to the bathroom in the hotel and not jerk off to the thought of you? Ive been missing you and the area between your legs."

"Even still jin! im not your property and i cant just not see anyone whenever im horny and only stick to you. I need to see other people." you say while fighting every urge to not just run out of the bar. "Oh really? Keep those words then. Ill make sure to fuck that attitude out of you." He says while having a look in his eyes that creates a puddle between your legs. Fuck, you could barely keep yourself together, trying to hide the fact thats all you wanted. You wanted him, his dick, and his heart. You wanted to belong to him. And he wanted the same, he wanted you to belong to him. The fire that was between you two wasnt gonna go out anytime soon.

He grabbed your hand and went to the nearest bathroom in the bar. He pushed you against the wall and started attack your lips with his. You couldnt even fight him, you missed him so much deep down that you felt so empty without him inside of you. He props you up onto the sink and holds you by the waist, making his way up to your core. He felt the thong you were wearing and sutomaticly knew it was the one he bought you.

"Wow, you were even gonna try to fuck someone else while wearing this thong i got you while i was away. God, your such a slut arent you?" He said while rubbing your thigh. Before you could even answer he put his finger onto your core. He could feel how wet you were. "Cmon baby, tell me how much of a slut you are, use your words my love." You couldnt even reply, because of his fingers sliding up and down your core. You could only reply with stutters and moans.

"Y-yes jin, im a slut. O-oh god, please. I wont do it again, just please fuck me already." "Oh im sorry? you wont do what again? can you repeat that Y/N?" he asked, and god. the way he said your name, it made you on the brink of cumming and he hasnt even done anything yet. God, you were so in love with this man.

"J-jin please i wont do it again, i wont go to anyone else. only you, a-and if you arent here then ill have to wait. O-oh god.."

He brought up his fingers and said, "Good girl. Now im gonna give you a fucking so good and show you who you belong to." He picked you up and tossed you on his shoulder and walked you out of the bar.

Once back at your place, he tossed you onto your bed and ripped off your dress. He slid his hand down your chest and played with your nipples, which made them hard instantly. He brought his head down and sucked on the left nipple. You were moaning and panting so much that someone wouldve thought you were about to cum. But not jin, he could read you like a book and he knew that these moans were filled with love and lust. He let go of your nipple with a pop and went down to your legs.

He slid off your thong carefully and spread open your legs. "O-oh god jin, please. im so desperate." You said as he looked at you from between your legs. "Oh baby, your in for a night" he said as he started licking your core. He sucked and licked so good that you were seeing stars in your eyes. He was teasing your entrance with his tounge and it made you even more desprate, forming tears in your eyes.

You could hear the slurping and sucking, making you close to just snapping, but he stopped. "Get up and get in doggy-style. I wanna see how good you look for me" You got up and got into the postistion. you could hear his zipper go down and you felt his d1ck press up against your core. He slowly insterted and stretched you out.

"Fuck, i missed this pussy so much you have no idea baby." He said as he let you loosen up for him. "Are you ready baby? Im gonna give you the best fucking of your life." He said as he started pounding into you.

You couldnt even hold yourself up as you were drooling and just laying there. He put his arm underneath you and held you up.

As he kept going harder and faster, you could hear the clapping that was going on between you two. You felt the line in your lower stomach about to snap. He could tell you were about to cum by the way you started clenching around him. "Oh no, not yet baby, you can cum when i let you." He said as he slipped out of you. "This is what bad girls get when they try to get dick from somewhere else."

He flipped you guys over and now you were on top of him. "Ride. Me. Now." he demanded and you started riding. Side to side, up and down, and back and forth. "J-Jin please, im so close. Just let me.."

He snatched your head and pulled it down and looked you deep into your eyes, panting and sweating. "Cum with me. Show me who turns you into a mess and makes you cum around his cock."

And boom. Thats all you needed for that line to snap in your lower stomach. You were shaking around his cock and moaning more then ever. Not to long after, jin was finishing inside of you.

Panting and sweating he picked up your face and said, "I love you Y/N."

"I love you more Jin. I missed you."

[rowenabean]

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[embras-grace]

One thing I truly adore about Palia is the polyamory and general queerness. It's so nice that we can romance everyone so we don't miss any plots or items, but also its nice as a poly-queer person to see some representation in a game.

There is no jealousy. There is no hateful or painful breakups (as I understand it, if you break-up it is not mentioned and you restart the romance plot-line). No one makes negative comments about two pins or switching out pins.

It's so nice to see positive rep in a game and honestly such a breath of fresh air.

[danielnelsen]

well that's just a lie