#not that that is overly bad but it gets boring fast

[animeyanderelover]

I've already talked about characters which personally just don't do it for me but let's switch that and let me talk about man I wish would be talked more about when people talk about their anime husbands (I could quite literally make 20 posts like this so those are the ones that just popped up first in my mind):

[thedarkestrivernymph]

I would love any yandere clan leader fluff tbh, maybe one where someone from a clan at a party disrespects reader and he comforts her after defending her? Thanks!

Soft Yandere! Clan Leader x Wife! Reader

note: it kind of follows the theme of reader being overly insecure/doubting him

warnings: harassment, insecure! reader,

Everything was loud.

The piano and violin, the hushed whispers surronding you like constant white noise, the whiskey lingering in the air like cheap perfume. You felt your head spin and buzz—bile on the back of your tongue while you clutched your glass filled with the unidentifiable magenta swirling inside of it.

You shouldn't be here. Just were not cut-out for this; for the weight that your husband's last name bore, pushing you down until you could do nothing but slouch.

And then a strange cold limp patted you on your shoulder. Right, you were next to your husband's cousin—what was his name again?

“Relax, I’m sure he's gonna be right back.”

But as he laughed, tipsy as he was, you were certain that his hand shouldn’t feel like a heavy paw of a fox tackling down a lamp to feast on—it probably should’ve comforted you along with his words, reassure you and ease the tension between your shoulder blades.

“Pretty shy, ain't you?” he quipped and all you could do was smile awkwardly.

He was nice-looking, younger than you, probably with no fear of anything; especially not physical contact. It probably didn't mean much to him, but to you the pads of his fingers brushing over your naked shoulder felt violating, as if he placed them there specifically to watch the discomfort spawn on your face. As if he prided himself with being socially more comptent than you.

“Such a pretty face, but you don't talk much, do ya? C’mon talk, it's just me, we’re practically family now.” his breath stung, made your eyes tear up from the potent concentration of alcohol.

You hadn’t even meant to get roped up in this conversation, not at all. Passing by, searching for your husband in the crowd of unfamiliar clan-members and different clans; men dressed in their finest suits or cultural attires, with women adored in extravagant dresses and bold colours—you had stumbled upon the one familiar face of his distant cousin and now his arm draped over your shoulder like shackles keeping you in place.

“Got really lucky with ya—didn’t he? Lucky Bastard.” he laughed and you further shrunk and shriveled into yourself. “Got to be the next clan leader, got the title, the fame, the power, always got the prettier women—”

“That's enough.” a voice cut through the stifling air like a whip; sharp and poised like the gaze of his owner with his sudden appearance —draped in matching midnight blue silk, dressed worthy of the head of a clan as large as his was.

He was angered, you could tell that much—the piercing look in his eyes spoke for itself; as deep as the ocean, a storm wracking in his soul, with waves building up until they even swallowed you.

So you looked away, ashamed.

“I said that's enough.” this time he ripped his cousin's dirty paw off of your shoulder. His jaw was clenched and suddenly you felt suffocated by the intensity of it all—you hadn't meant for this. What if now he would blame you? Thought you were comfortable with being close to other men. He was so sweet till now, but what if he was appalled now, disgusted, what if he—

“Are you alright, love?” he grounded you, as he always did, holding you like fragile porcelain, peering down at you with stern but not unkind eyes.

“I-I am fine.” you stammered, overwhelmed by his gentle tone and softer touch—it made your head spin with confusion. Just why was he always so kind to you? Even now? Even after everything he saw.

“Love, you don't look fine to me.” he whispered, came close enough so that his breath brushed the shell of your ear and the warmth of it travel down to your painfully fast beating heart. “No, I really am—”

“She said she's fine. What? Tryna make me seem like the bad guy when you left your woman alone—” he didn't get any more words out before his collar tightened, dangerously until air was just but a luxury.

Yet you didn't even see him choking, nor did you hear whatever it was that your betrothed threatened him with, shielding your line of sight with his broad back, towering over the other guy as if he didn't want you to watch.

However he, no matter how much he tried concealing the conversation occuring between them—with hushed whispers similar to that of a scolding father—you could see raw terror in his cousin's eyes after your husband let him go. The man’s eyes were as wide as saucers and they may have met yours for just a fraction—yet you were sure of what you saw. Even more so as he scurried away like a mouse.

“Come. Let's get you out of here.” he grabbed you by your arm, firmly with strength that you knew would bruise if he was as angry with you as he was with his cousin. So he wasn't angry with you? Somehow, knowing this only unsettled you further.

He whisked you away—somewhere much more private and intimate; into a nearby empty room. Staring down at you, he stood still as a statue after closing the door, allowing silence to hug the both of you in a stifling embrace.

“I am sorry—” you broke through the silence, shattering the illusion of calmness.

“Sorry?” he furrowed his brows, bewilderment taking over his features and you swore his eyes watered. In a way, he only looked more frustrated, the sharpness of his features morphing to something animalistic.

“Is sorry not enough?” you flinched, squinting, the moon once more had chosen you to illuminate with its beauty. Yet, you were nothing worth of it—not when he stood in front of you, more righteous and more deserving than you ever had been.

It seemed he was at a loss for words, staring at you as if you were alien to him.

“I truly feel remorseful—” you were about to kneel, lower yourself, but before your knees even had the chance to hit the ground he held you in his arms, shaking you with all his might.

“Stop, my love, please stop. One more word of yours and my heart will rip.” he was frantic, desperate. This wasn't the usual head-strong confident leader, the man with the voice of chiffon—this was him, raw and vulnerable.

“How can you—have I failed this much?” his voice was like tides of the sea; unrestrained yet eerily calm. “Have I neglected you? Have I not shown you how much I love you?” his touch become more frantic, hands burying themselves into the fabric of your dress.

“I failed you, my love. I am so ashamed of myself.” now he was the one kneeling in front of you. The man who's presence alone was enough to demand order and submission, who reigned over his clan firmly yet fairly, who was respected by everyone around you—at your feet, staring up at you as if you were his goddess and he a peasant.

Stunned you could only stare as wetness glistened over his cheeks, strange softness taking ahold of his features.

“I—” he pressed a kiss to your ankle. “I will prove myself to you once again. I will love you so much, you won't ever have the opportunity to doubt. I will love you enough for the both of us. So much, that you won't ever take the blame for a bastard again. I will love you so much, that you will stop thinking that you're anything but a minx that captured me and continues to do so.” he kissed your knee.

“Do you even know how much I struggle to let you out of my arms whenever we hug? I can't bear the thought of someone else claiming that you're theirs. When I know that you're my soulmate since the day our eyes met. I am yours in body and mind and I want you to finally see that.” his voice deep and soulful cracked, fingers clutching you like a lifeline.

“My love, I will do better. I promised once to prove myself to you, and I promise twice now. Even if it takes my whole life, I will get rid of everything that hurts you. Anyone that hurts you. And that includes all that garbage in that pretty head of yours. I will do better teaching you, love.” he kissed you over your beating heart.

“I am yours.”

[zzencat]

Your Future Spouse As A Mythical Creature + Qualities - ⏳

Welcome to the spooky season folks!! Thought this would be a pretty lightweight and goofy type of reading as we settle in. What are your FS’s qualities? Toxic habits?

Choose wisely. Applicable to future lover or spouse.

Warnings: super long read, suggestive comments (bordering NSFW), some exaggerated details for the fun of it (but the theme and characteristics are still consistent otherwise), toxic tendencies

🥀 THE RITUAL: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out.

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Pile 1 | The Werewolf

Perfectionistic as hell, likely a planner

The horniness comes and stays fellas…

Extremely careful before decision making, yet impatient (more mentally)

Hides what they really feel. Has a hard time expressing their emotions through words, so your person (well, half-person) shows you instead

Might be wealthy or does very well w/ business or business partners

ALWAYS thinks before they act

very PRIMAL tendencies; will bust major nuts when persuading you to be bred…literally. the need to breed you can become suffocating as it seeps into small actions of daily life. will never stop bugging you about it. eventually, these efforts will increase and become more desperate (but hey, if you like that, go for it 😳)

^^the thought of having a family with you gets them down real bad

EXTREMELY overprotective and possessive over how revealing your clothes might be. don’t be surprised if they finally let you out of the house after you choose to wear a hazmat suit

• will do anything for you!!!! provide food, shelter, money… as long as you depend on them, they feel at their highest.

•^^ this can also indicate an incessant need for control and control over you as well

• typically chooses the safe route; sticks to routes they’re already familiar with and practicality

•^^polite with people or at least acts like a civil person, but is easily misjudged regardless

• kind of old school and can be boring; follows reserved traditions very well

• actually is a beast in the sheets, but prob only does vanilla positions

• is very, very hesitant about letting you go out at night and will bust balls to get you to stay inside

• can get overly paranoid over small things that can potentially harm you

slow, sensual, deep lovemaking sometimes—rough and wild, sloppy and fast at others—just totally unable to control themselves. this is bc they exercise so much control during the day that nights leading up to the full moon, or on the night of, are relentless. Also likes doin’ the dirty in the kitchen (i also see boiling soup and an apron if those have any significance)

grumpy in the morning hahaha. grumpy when you order them to do anything for you, but they’ll do it anyway

When they love, they LOVE. Extremely big hearts and easily empathetic, but never/rarely shows it

for some reason, your fs has a solution or piece of advice for every problem in existence

strong or bold looking, big and broad, intimidating, or a very tall person. might have a resting bitch face

a very good listener

• full moons are equivalent to menstrual cycles where their senses are heightened by tenfold, sensitive to everything in their surroundings (ex: ears perk up to sounds as unnoticeable as leaves rustling…), more emotionally reactive, a ceaseless desire for sex everyday—which gets worse as the full moon approaches 🙈—hastier movements, increased moodiness and appetite, goes out hunting more often. 50/50 have a messier diet or a more strict one

• structured or routined day to day

• has probably talked/will probably talk about raising a family with you at least once, becoming more adamant about it over time

• can seem very insensitive or come off as an asshole at times

• EXTREMELY observant; almost nothing gets past their eyes. It’s almost like an intense OCD thing. Pretty sure a lot of FS in this pile are control freaks or have very specific triggers

• can smell when you’re aroused. if you deal with periods, they know exactly what phase you’re in and keep track of monthly cycles. this is also how they can keep an eye on your fertility and “breedability” levels. likely to show clinginess during these times and try to make moves on you. (it’s a manipulation tactic, don’t fall for it!! 😳)

•^^when you get aroused, they get aroused. they’ll decide to make a move depending on the circumstances

• they have good control and discipline over themselves in general. But they’re still prone to control issues, esp over other people, or obsessiveness

Definitely an overthinker. They don’t like to be vulnerable emotionally. It’s very hard to get close to this person, and even harder to open up

doesn’t care about your “flaws” and doesn’t notice until you point them out; will be genuinely surprised to hear you have insecurities, bc to your fs, there’s no such thing. they don’t understand how you could feel that way about yourself or certain things about yourself

In some kind of leadership role (in work, relationship, or the home) or in a high enough position to give and support. Dominant in the sheets—stubbornly prefers to be

Loves to travel or would travel more if they could

Extremely adaptable and an all rounder; does well under pressure and in uncomfortable situations/environments

Likes bantering and stirring things up on purpose sometimes. Sometimes they’re feelin kinda bratty and will instigate. They fight just to fight. They’re usually quiet, reserved, or introverted

• deep down they know this and they’d even admit it to you if you asked, but they’d be totally onboard with you never going outside again and just staying in the house (it’s a possessive wolf thing maybe)

• you might not know at first, and they might not show it evidently, but they love sad karaoke songs or sad songs overall

Primary love language: Acts of service, physical touch, quality time, and gift giving

• *sniffs you with suspicion* “…that’s not my scent…”

• standing watch over you when you use a knife to cut vegetables — says, “are you sure you don’t need my help?” at least 5x in 2 mins, and still doesn’t leave after that

• stare wars with birds on a pole bc they felt offended by the birds staring first

• randomly, abrupt howling on some nights

“You take what I give you”

Acts as your personal bodyguard- will actually fight anyone for you

• loves to smell around your neck area- that shit kinda tickles tho

• (if your werewolf is male): “change out. that’s too revealing. you know men are dogs.” (lmfaooo? says who, the werewolf??)

• scolds you like a damn parent because you went outside at night for a few minutes to get some fresh air

• massages your thighs and feet

• physical contact is a must for them when watching movies with you

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Pile 2 | The Vampire

• “I ‘vant tu zuck yur blud.”

• a bit of a vanity monster (as most vampires are.) they like the way they look, and also care about how they present themselves to other people and most importantly, looking hot as hell in front of you, maybe too much at times. but from your pov, they really don’t have to try. they’re just naturally…wow. Breathtaking. HOWEVER!!! They use it to their advantage.

• Actual sass-squashes. They’re sassy and for no reason, but you can’t take them seriously when they are 😂😂

• intentionally AND unintentionally funny. like those characters on Disney channel shows that are like “oh yeah? try me” and then some bigger, buffer person comes in and they flinch a little. if you squint, you’ll catch a gulp in there too. it’s funny. endearing even. but they gotta own up to their mistakes and tone down on overcompensating. If there’s one thing they do, it’s to make up for what they don’t have.

• L-O-Y-A-L….by the time they get with you, at least. they might’ve had an…interesting reputation in the past. they might seem selfish bc of it—which is partially true. they can charm people to get what they want. They might/might have had a history of partying, hella socializing, hanging out w/ friends whenever they could (haha get it? hanging out? yk…vampire stuff…)

A total charmer and a flirt. They like to bicker and tease you; playful,, sometimes it’s cute…others, kinda annoying

• if you talk to this person seriously and in a calm and diplomatic manner, they’ll get a little defensive, yes, but A LOT less so than if you were yelling and screaming at them outright. if you both just sit down on the edge of the bed, tilt your head to a 45 degree angle and show your concerns, they’ll reflect and maybe deflect here and there, but they’ll think about it throughout the day.

• I think this person goes through varying phases of heat. (Prob not even the right word here but-) By that I mean, sometimes they wanna get down and dirty for 30 hours straight or just session after session after session nonstop—OR they take what they need and leave for a couple hours, come back again, take, and leave. This is odd at first, but it just comes with the moodiness they inherently have, possibly sticking to them from the past life. They might have suffered with commitment issues, and I don’t mean them per se, but the people around them that didn’t know how to love: family, friends, anyone that was close and left abruptly or never showed love. (Made me a lil sad there...)

• Love is complicated. They didn’t believe in it before and was confident they wouldn’t ever. But when you ask them “What do vampires think about love? Are you allowed to love?”, they turn their heads, take a moment to skim over your face in silence. Love…is what I’m feeling with you. They want to admit this, but vampires can’t feel. Would you even believe them? They don’t even know what love is. They don’t even feel heartbeats anymore, but for some reason, when you look into their eyes like that, there’s a different kind of pulsing. A surge of desire that courses through them, screaming at them to keep you forever. They can’t ever let you go now.

•^ This leads us to possessiveness. They are…*phew* VERY possessive and very dramatic/petty/easily sulky about it. You’ll lose your mind over it. If you do something as simple as shopping, they will follow. Too insistent and stubborn not to. What if you encounter another vampire living among the humans during the day, and suddenly, said vampire wants you too? Sure, they get burnt with a bit of sun, so what? They’d evolved enough to wear a million layers of sunscreen and a million layers of clothing over that, all dressed up like a moving heap of clothes. They care about how others might see them like this, of course, but in moments like these, they don’t care when you’re on the line.

• they’ve never really had their emotions looked at carefully or taken care of. It’s always just been brushed off, not only by themselves but by others as well. I personally wouldn’t doubt if they claimed to never have had real friends or friends that cared about the inside substance rather than the outer. Your fs just seems like they’re trying to fit in, be accepted and validated. You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance, but as you gradually get to know them, you’ll find that their heart is barely being held together by makeshift glue.

Very in tune with their inner divine feminine energy,, not afraid to tap into it and explore that side more

Not that emotionally developed but has major potential to with the right teacher

Nurturing and caring, but might be materialistic or putting too much importance on the material/physical pleasures. Truly lives for the fun of it

Works hard, plays hard—and will shamelessly chase you

Knows exactly what to say and do that will rile you up. Knows all of your weak spots physically

Down to try anything and everything with you, no complaints

Sensual and passionate personality and in the sheets

Super open minded and curious, easygoing and has no expectations. Makes a lot of jokes too.

Daring, optimistic, brave and believes in no limits (but bc of this, they can be seen as naive or have an innocent nature inside.) Gets in half-fights/arguments w/ people for fun

A total switch in bed; can and literally will do/try anything

Now, dare I say…the FS for this pile have the best rizz and sex game

Some fs in here can get too naggy

They have a great fashion sense or an overwhelming appreciation for fashion, beauty, or aesthetics, and is more than willing to be involved in your fashion styles

Red flag moment: solves problems in your relationship w/ sex so that yall will just forget it and move on

In hindsight, this FS is so flamboyant or charming that you could get lost in what they’re trying to express. They’ve got very fiery energy (betting rn that they have extremely prominent fire sign placements).

P.S. yeah after writing this out and reviewing the format, seeing all the back and forth…pile 2 FS def has a perfection mask thing going on. They wanna make themselves appealing in one way or another, or the consequences will just break them into pieces. The last thing that they want is to be alone.

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Pile 3 | The Fairy

Alas, we’ve gotten to arguably the most healthy future spouse here out of the 3 😅 (and the most intuitive)

Introspective as hell and wise. Helps you with really anything

They’re ok w/ being alone; most introverted of the piles

Positive, hopeful, and optimistic when it comes to others. More pessimistic when it comes to themselves.

Balanced and a good mentor; suuuper patient (a lot of times to a fault)

Learns from their losses and mistakes and becomes a better person, improving almost immediately

Mediator type of person, but will defend you against others in argument—which they’ll win btw

They don’t like seeking help from others—if anything, your FS is usually the helper—even when they can ask for help right in front of them- even if it’s recommended to get help, they still won’t do it

Hella infj vibes tho (if you’re into mbti)

Every show of love is their love language. Bonus points if they wear matching clothes or secretly write poems to you that they’ll never tell you about

This future spouse group has the cheesiest and the sweetest person

Your person can lead a life more flexible financially than the other 2 piles

Also an all rounder! But thinks that they aren’t perfect when they literally are; struggles with their own low self-esteem so they try to build other people up

Putting others before themselves is second nature- they ALWAYS prioritize you or others; extremely selfless

^^Now, each fairy got a different role and purpose. The reasoning for your fs being overly selfless and self-sacrificial varies. The easy answer? Insecurity. Second? Obligation or a sense of duty. The list goes on…

They’ve got that Triple A Threat: Amazing Ass Adaptability. Your person has been thru quite a bit, hell and back. Sometimes, life just likes to mess with them for no apparent reason 🤷🏻‍♀️)

They’re always ready to face challenges; Incredibly strong person. They’ll be with you thru thick and thin!!

Strong sense of justice and equality. OH- and also they like traveling or would like to travel more!

A literal inspiration and hope (yes, with sparkles on top.) Not only do they inspire others, but your person—no matter how rock bottom you get—will never leave you.

gets jealous and easily possessive but doesn't wanna show it (shit's still pretty obvious tho)

The type that babbles their heart out when they get comfy with you. They don’t get like this with just anyone

Likely likes museums and art. Things that the media typically deems boring, weird, or unconventional your FS will prob find interesting. They like to look into deeper meanings and interpretations.

In bed, they’re pretty vanilla and soft. But are open to exploring things that aren’t too wild (like our vampire up above)

(Take this bit very lightly: I see that this person has grown up or has been around “broken” people their entire life, so they feel they need to take responsibility on behalf of those people. They might be some kind of counselor, mentor, or therapist. They’re prone to blaming themselves if situations take a bad turn or go unplanned. I’m also hinting here that some of your FS might have a savior complex, and not on purpose. They might always take some kind of leadership role or something directly beneficial to people- nurses, camp leaders, etc…)

They will take all of the burden so that you don’t have to

If your FS had any weirdo or pervy habits, it’d probably be compulsively stealing your panties or building a shrine with locks of your hair on it 😵‍💫 (which hopefully I hope doesn’t happen. I heard in some fairy folklore, they steal babies, like flying away with the newborn-in-a-basket typa thing- and for no reason too! Don’t let them steal yo babies now!!)

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**Ending Teddy note:

As always, thank you so very much for tuning in with us! I hope you have a spooktacular Scorpio season as we are soon heading into it (depending on when you’re reading this), but really you can read this at any time. Rmr to take everything with a grain of salt! Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. Stay safe out there and rock on people 🤩🤩 Feedback is very much appreciated in any form as it’d help me grow as a reader :)

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[kaliforniahigh]

birds of a feather, we should stick together - n.s. (part one)

Best friends to lovers, fake dating and best friend Noah <3

Warnings: a mean character, curse words, Noah makes fun of fine line tattoos, lies and reader trying to fit in to the best of her abilities. If I missed something, let me know!

Part 2 is in the works and coming soon!

WC: 4.3k words.

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To say you were overly excited to meet up with your high school friends would be a total lie. When you told Noah they arranged a lunch date, to remember the good old days, he scoffed, and asked you why you even stayed in the group chat with these people.

Truth is, they weren't all bad. Acually, most of them were pretty nice, It was the Regina George of the group, also known as Jade, who fucked up the vibes.

Jade was a mean girl, and she never understood why you were friends with the awkward emo kid, with the side-swept bangs. This emo kid being your best friend, Noah Sebastian, who was the first person you met when you enrolled in a new school, in the middle of the school year.

It was 6th grade, and you had just moved to Richmond, VA. Your dad was transferred, so you had to find a new home, in a new city.

You and Noah became friends fast, being paired up by your English teacher during reading classes, you talked more than you actually read. He found out, that even though it didn't look like it, you enjoyed the same bands as he did. And that you learned to play acoustic guitar from a pretty young age.

You told him that your dad was in a band during his college years, but, due to adult responsabilities, it became more of a hobby for him than anything else.

Soon, the two of you were inseparable. Walking down school corridors together, him going to your house to do homework, and showing you around the city on the weekends.

You were the one who took school more seriously than him, and you were the one who ended up going to college and getting your Master's degree right after. But he was the one who always took you to watch his band practice, who took you to watch his friends - who were always much older than the two of you - perform.

When you were both 15, Noah told you he was going to drop out of high school. You weren't too happy, because you wouldn't have your best friend with you anymore, but you always knew the time would come, and were surprised he didn't decide to do it much sooner.

And that's how you met Jade and her friends. You weren't popular by any means, but, one day, she approached you and asked you how you styled your hair so nicely, and how she loved your pink tips.

You wanted to tell her that your best friend helped you. When you told Noah you wanted a splash of color in your hair, he went to the store with you to buy the necessary things. He wanted you to do purple, but you settled on pink. You remember him huffing in annoyance, telling you that pink was such a boring color.

At home, he helped you with the back of your head, while you spread the vivid color on the front pieces. It turned out amazing, and you joked that he could be a hair stylist if this band thing didn't work out.

Noah and Jade never really got along. The first day they met, Noah was picking you up from school, waiting for you in the parking lot. You remember Jade making a backhanded remark about his tattoos and the way he dresses, and Noah's face turned sour immediately.

After that, anytime they were in the same vicinity, shady comments were thrown by both of them. Noah always commenting about how the bleach in her hair must've gotten to her brain, and Jade commenting about how Noah was a wannabe rockstar.

Noah asked you many times why you kept her around, instead of dumping her and finding new friends, and you always explained how it wasn't that easy.

This was high school, and everyone already had their group of friends, not really being keen on letting other people in. Besides, without him there, and without the girls, you truly had no one else.

At the end of the day, he understood. Noah himself had a hard time making friends, and to this day, he never understood how someone like you decided to befriend him. He knew how being solitary could ruin your years in high school.

Now, sitting in this overpriced lunch spot they found downtown, you were contemplating your life choices as you tried to eat your Caeser salad without grimacing. All of them ordered fucking salads, and you did the same, not wanting to be the only one ordering chicken parm.

"Girlies", Jade said, wiping her mouth with a napking and setting it back down on her lap. "I know this is a reunion, but I have such good news", she clapped her hands excitedly. Typical Jade, always wanting the attention on her.

Everyone stopped eating to pay attention to what she was saying.

"So, you know how Peter proposed to me last year, right?", everyone nodded yes. "We're getting married in two months!", she exclaimed, reaching inside her Louis Vitton bag and pulling out what seemed to be wedding invitations. "And all of you are invited!"

The girls cheered and started to hug her, you did the same, expressing your happines for your friend.

"It's going to be in the Bahamas, in an all-inclusive resort", she informed, handing out the wedding invitations. Meanwhile, you were wondering with what money you were getting your ass to the Bahamas.

"Peter is paying all the expenses, for everyone, so don't even worry about it", she said, as if reading your thoughts.

Jade got engaged to the kind of person everyone thought she was going to date. Peter was a hot shot plastic surgeon based in LA. You had no doubt he racked up millions of dollars every month just fixing people's faces. Jade herself had something new done everytime you met up.

"What about you, Y/N? Who are you bringing as your plus one?", Emma asked. You guess you zoned out and missed part of the conversation.

"You're bringing your boyfriend, right?", Lily chimed in.

Did they even know if you had a boyfriend or not? You looked around the table, all the girls waiting for your answer. You didn't know what to say. Suddenly, your eyes noticed all of their beautiful engagement rings, and you didn't have the courage to say you were still single.

"Yeah, of course", you answered, hoping you were convincing.

"Uhh, that's amazing! Who is he?", Jade asked, excitment coating her voice.

Shit. Who the fuck would you say is your boyfriend?

"Noah", you said. He was the first person to come to mind, and you didn't hesitate to say his name.

You saw Jade's face twist in a frown.

"You're dating Noah?", she asked, judgment evident in her tone.

"Hmm, yeah, for a while now", you were lying through your teeth at this point.

"Well", she shrugged. "I guess it was always gonna happen anyways", and just like that, the rest of the girls went back to their conversations, while you mulled over what the hell you had just done.

You were already gonna tell Noah to come with you to the wedding the moment she handed out the invitations, which, was going to be a difficult task in itself, since Noah held a grudge against Jade to this day. But you were sure you could convince him with the all-inclusive resort argument.

Now, not only did you have to convince him to go with you, but you had to tell him you told the girls you were dating?

You were already thinking of excuses not to go.

When everyone was finished with their meals, they slowly started to say their goodbyes. You did the same, giving each one of them a kiss on the cheek as you made your way out of the restaurant and to your car.

When you got in, you instantly fished your phone from your purse, dialing Noah's number.

"You need saving from the botox bitch?", Noah answered the phone. You rolled your eyes, but laughed anyway.

"I'm already leaving the restaurant, actually. I was calling to ask if I can come over"

"Since when do you call to ask if you can come over?", he asked, confusion in his voice. He was right, you usually just showed up.

"I don't know? To make sure you're home?"

"You know I'm always home"

"Can I comer over or not?", you asked again, a hint of fake annoyance in your voice.

"Of course you can"

"Then I'll see you in fifteen", you said, hanging up the phone and starting your car.

On the way over to Noah's house, you've been thinking about how you were going to break the news. You still had a little while to think about what you were going to tell him, but, you knew that as soon as he saw your face, he'd know you were hiding something from him.

So, without an actual plan, you decided to tell him today. That way, you wouldn't have to torture youself for days with this information, and you gave him more time to prepare. That is, if he even decided to go.

You trusted your abilities to convince him, though. Noah had a history of doing whatever you wanted just to see you happy, and you never took advantage of that, but desperate times call for for desperate measures. Besides, a vacation to the Bahamas, with all expenses paid, didn't seem all that bad. Even if you had to endure Jade for a few days.

Parking outside, you gave yourself a pep talk before leaving your car and locking it behind you. Using your spare key, you unlocked the front door and made your way inside the living room, announcing your arrival by calling Noah's name.

"I'm right here, what are you yelling for?", he answered from the couch, the PS5 controller in his hands. You just shrugged in answer, and sat next to him.

Grabbing your purse, you pulled out the fancy wedding invitation Jade had handed to you, and set it on the couch beside him and between the two of you. Grabbing it and reading what was written in gold letters, Noah's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Oh, so the queen of botox is getting married to the king of botox?", you gave him a sideways glance, but smiled at his nicknames for the couple. It did suit them, after all.

"Yeah, they are. Jade couldn't help but announce it today", you pointed out.

"Well, are you going?", he asked, setting the invitation back down.

"Hmm. It depends, I guess", you answered, avoiding his eyes and you could tell he already clocked that something is wrong.

"Why?", he asked, a little hesitant.

"Jade said we can bring a plus one"

"Yeah, you usually can at weddings"

"And I was thinking....", you trailed off and looked at him, seeing the exact moment the realization dawned on him, and he immediately started to shake his head.

"There is no way", he said, getting up from the couch and walking over to the kitchen. You got up as well and went after him.

"Why not?", you asked him, a little bit of whining in your voice.

"Are you seriously asking 'why not'?"

"I mean, I know you don't like her, but c'mon, this is gonna be a nice wedding. Besides, it's in the Bahamas, and Peter is paying for everything", you argued.

"Is it's because it's in the Bahamas, I can pay for a vacation for us in the Bahamas, no problem", he crossed his arms against his chest.

"It's not because of that"

"Y/N", he stepped closer towards you. "You know you can just go alone, right?"

"I can't go alone", you huffed in annoyance, because his argument was totally valid, but you did not have that option anymore, all because of your big mouth and will to please everyone.

"Why not?", he asked, confusion etched all over his face.

"Because...", your shoulders slumped as you realized the gravity of your mistake.

"Hey", he grabbed your shoulders, sensing your discomfort. You were never uncomfortable around him, so this behaviour from you scared him a little bit. "You can tell me, what is it?"

"I told them I have a boyfriend", you say, voice low and a little embarassed.

"But you don't have a boyfriend", he observed the obvious, having difficulty in understanding where you were going with this.

"I told them it was you", you looked down towards the floor, fingers going to rub your forehead as you waited for his reaction. The seconds ticked by, and the silence ate you alive.

"You...", he started, but stopped himself in his tracks, head going over what you just told him, to make sure he got it right. "You told them we were dating?", you answered with a head nod, still looking down.

"Y/N", he said your name with a little bit of annoyance lacing his tone. He looked up at the ceiling, as if willing the heavens to give him the strength to deal with you.

"I know, I know", you say, looking up at him. "It was just that they were drilling me about this and I didn't know what to do!"

"Tell them you're not dating anyone?", he deadpanned, and you hated that he kept stating the obvious.

"Yeah, but they already see me as the odd one out, what are they gonna think when I tell them that I'm almost thirty and not dating anyone? They're all engaged, for fucks sake!", you exclaimed and started to pace around the kitchen.

"You worry about what they think of you too much", Noah pointed out. He hated the way you felt like you always had to please them, they way you always thought you had to fit in into their world.

"It's ok, I'll just come up with an excuse so I don't have to go to the wedding", you waved your hand, dismissing this conversation. You were already feeling your head start to throb. You made your way to the couch, grabbing your purse, and the invitation.

Behind you, you hear Noah let out a big breath, before softly calling out your name. You stopped in front of the door and turned around to face him.

"You owe me big fucking time", he pointed a finger at you, and you couldn't help but let a smile dance over your lips.

"You're gonna do this?", you asked, a little doubtful.

"You're doing my laundry for two weeks", he comprimised. "No, three weeks. Fuck it, you're doing my laundry for a whole fucking month"

You cheered at this, not minding it one bit. His laudry was easy since he only had black clothes.

You skipped your way over to him, reaching your arms up and circling them around his neck to pull him into a hug. You couldn't see, but he had a smile on his lips as well.

At this moment, Noah thinks he would do just about anything to keep you happy.

"At least she can't make fun of your hair anymore", you observed, as you parted from him. He groaned in reply.

"Don't fucking push it", he warned you, but there was no real threat to his words.

"Oh!", you snapped your fingers as you remembered an important information about the wedding. "I forgot to tell you something"

"What is it?", he asked, looking at you sideways in suspiscion.

"It's at an all-inclusive resort", you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. "Besides", you continued "Jade's probably gonna invite so many people, we won't even cross paths with her", you observed.

"I hope you're right"

To say you had a lot of time to prepare was a lie. Time flew by incredibly fast, and in between work, choosing a dress and picking up a suit for Noah - who complained endlessly about having to wear it, you argued that he can't wear a black tank top to a wedding, and he huffed and puffed even more - you were only one day away from boarding the plane.

You were going over everything in your suitcase. Another thing Noah was going to complaing about, you can hear his voice in your head asking you why you needed so much stuff. You zipped it up when you decided that obsessively thinking if you forgot anything was not going to make you magically remember something.

You texted Noah that you were ready for him to pick you up. You both decided it was best if you slept over at his house, and he was asking one of the boys to drive you over to the airport for practical reasons.

It wasn't too long before you heard honking outside, signaling Noah's arrival. You took everything you needed, and looked around you to make sure you locked everything up, and when you were satisfied with your quick inspection, you walked over and opened the front door.

Noah was opening the trunk when he saw you.

"Don't say anything", you raised your hand up to stop the words you were sure were going to stumble from his lips. He raised his arms up in surrender and didn't say anything. But, he did make overexaggerated grunting noises as he hauled your bags inside the trunk. You ignored him and went to lock your front door instead.

Getting in the car and driving away, you pulled your phone from your pocket.

"Jade already texted the flight information", you observed.

"At least she's competent", he retorted.

"Imma need you to try and be civil, at least. Remember we're going to enjoy the beach and drinks", you reminded him of what you've been saying for the past weeks. "And you can't call them botox queen and botox king".

"If she doesn't talk shit about my tattoos, we'll be fine", he argued back.

"Her husband has tattoos", you pointed out, as if that makes the situation any better.

"I bet it's some fine line pussy ass tattoo of a lion or some shit like that", he grunted in annoyance, remembering he's gonna have to deal with Jade AND her husband.

"You know what?", you rubbed you chin in thought. "I think it actually is", you pondered, and you both couldn't help but cackle out loud about the fact that he was most likely right about the tattoo.

The rest of the day went on without a hitch. You ordered some food so you didn't get any pans or pots dirty before traveling, and soon, you were both ready for bed, since you were leaving pretty early in the morning to catch your flight.

You were getting comfortable in Noah's left side of the bed, when he came in the room, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, joining you under the covers.

Plugging your phone to charge, you turn to look at him, doing the same.

"Did you set the alarm?", you asked and he hummed a yes. "Did you set it really loud?", he hummed in reply once again.

He knew you got anxious whenever you had to do something important in the morning. You always thought some entity was going to disable the alarms you set on your phone and you wouldn't wake up in time.

"Don't worry, we'll get there with lots of time to spare", he reassured you, and opened his arms so you could lay against his chest.

Sleep found you easily, as it always did whenever you and Noah slept on the same bed. You were used to sleeping in an empty house, since you've been living on your own ever since you moved for college. But to say your sleep was calm and serene was a lie.

With him, you felt safer, like he could protect you from everything and anything. You trusted him more than you trusted anyone else in your life.

Noah, wasn't as tired as you were, and he contemplated how these days were going to go over as he waited for your breath to even out. It was a ritual of sorts whenever you two slept together. He always waited for you to fall asleep first. And, sometimes, when you had difficulty sleeping, he sang some soft tunes, or rubbed your scalp the way he knew you liked, and that always did the trick.

Next time you woke up, was with Noah's shrill alarm ringing on the bedside table. He really did set it really loud, because you were groaning and telling him to turn it off. He woke up with a yawn, disentangling his arm from under your torso to finally quiet the alarm.

Yawning and stretching your limbs all over the bed, you heard Noah chuckle beside you.

"You're like a damn cat, stretching like that", he pointed out, looking at you with a smile on his face.

He always thought you were the most adorable in the morning. Your hair was a little messed up, and your eyes were all tired and fighting sleep. A part of him wished he could just pull you back to rest beside him and resume sleep. But, the trip from hell awaited the two of you.

Getting up from the bed, he announced he was going to brush his teeth and take a shower, meanwhile, you busied yourself gathering all of the suicases and backpacks downstairs.

As soon as Noah left the bathroom, you went in there and did your morning routine as well as you could with your stuff all packed away. Luckily, you kept a few things over at his place for convenience.

Changing into something comfortable for the airport, you made your way downstairs and found Noah dressed in usual sweatpants and hoodie combo.

"Did you grab your sleep mask? I won't lend you mine this time", you told him. Last time, you had to endure a whole flight without your sleep mask, because Noah had forgotten his, and you had no heart to tell him no when he asked to borrow yours.

"Yes, ma'am. I grabbed my sleep mask", he answered. "I already texted Jolly, and he's on his way to pick us up".

"Did you lock everything up?"

"Yep, already checked the entire house while you were showering"

Noah was used to this. You had a ritual everytime you were travelling, and he learned that getting ahead of you was the best thing to do. That way, you wouldn't get stressed with things he didn't do, or forgot.

Right on cue, you heard a horn souding outside, Noah opened the door and was greeted with Jolly waving from inside the car.

"Ok, let's go", you clapped your hands in a "chop chop" motion.

On the way to the airport, Noah and Jolly chatted on the front seat, while you went over the flight details on your phone, making sure everything was in order for check-in. Noah hated airports, so he left you in charge of everything he found boring.

The drive was short, and soon, you were bidding Jolly goodbye at the drop off zone, and you didn't miss the little pat on the back and the "good luck" he wished Noah before getting back in his car and driving away.

Checking-in, you and Noah found a place to sit while he grabbed some breakfast for the two of you. While you sat there, eating and waiting, you were reminded of a very important detail that you forgot to discuss with him.

"Oh, my God! I totally forgot to talk to you about something", you exclaimed, swatting him in the chest to get his attention.

"This is the second time you forgot to tell me something about this wedding trip", he said.

"When they ask us how we got together, what are we gonna tell them?", you ask him. You've been going over all the lies you'd need to tell during this trip, and you realized that you and Noah didn't have a game plan at all.

"That one day, you professed your undying love for me and then we started to date?", he said, as if the answer was obvious, but you could tell he was sprinkling a little bit of sarcasm in there.

"I'm serious, Noah", you huffed, looking at him. "We have to be beliveable, otherwise, they'll catch on, and ruin the whole thing"

"We can just tell them that we realized we wanted to have something more than just a friendship", he suggested, and the idea wasn't so bad. Jade always said you'd end up together from how much time you spend with each other.

"Out of nowhere?"

"No, we've been hiding our feelings, thinking that the other didn't feel the same way, until, one day, I told you I liked you and you told me you liked me too", you rubbed your chin, thinking over his plan. "It's not overcomplicated and if we stick to the same story, we'll be fine", he reassued you. "Besides, Jade is so self-absorbed she'll probably not even ask anything about us at all"

"That's very likely", you agreed with his reasoning. After all, it was Jade's wedding, so the light is gonna be on her, and not on you and Noah.

"What about PDA?", you broached another subject that you've been avoiding.

"If you wanna kiss me, you can just ask, you know?", he teased you, nudging you with his shoulder.

"It's not what I meant, and you know it", you told him, but you weren't able to hide the little blush covering your cheeks, and he noticed too, by the way he was grinning.

"I can hold your hand. I mean, I kind of already do. But let's just go with the flow. You don't have to worry too much about this, it's just a couple of days, after all", he said, and he was right. You and Noah meshed well and were usually in the same wavelength, so there was no reason to think things were going to go south.

You just hoped you had time to relax and enjoy the beach, the drinks and the foods, which, if you knew Jade as well as you did, were going to be impeccable.

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[fatalhoon]

w.c 0.8k | fluff

[ 3:38am ] around the twenty-fifth minute of attempting to calm your heartbeat back into a normal pace, you feel that staring at the wall of the bedroom has started to become overly boring, considering it hadn’t been very exciting initially. unfortunately, it wasn't doing a great job of clearing your mind either. you let out a defeated sigh into the dead bedroom air when you glance at the time, noticing it almost couldn’t be farther from morning. your head falls frustratedly into the plush of the pillow you clutch against your chest.

just then you feel jeno shift around in the sheets, and you let your eyes find him. his lips part in a gentle snore, head tilted to the side with an arm draped above it between the headboard and his tousled black hair. his position on his back allows you to see his chest rise and fall with his docile breathing; he looks so peaceful that your heart swells. you don’t want to disturb him, but you’ve exhausted your options. the cup of tea you’d made in hopes of relief grows cold on your bedside table, and every time you close your eyes you feel dizzy.

so you lay back from your crisscrossed position, shuffling a little closer to your snoozing boyfriend.

“jeno,” you breathe. nothing.

“jenooo,” you whisper again, a little louder this time, tapping softly on his chest. jeno’s lips just close in a ‘hm’ sound, the hand that’s not tangled in his bed head sliding up from his stomach to bump your hand. your nose scrunches up in a silent laugh.

you press a feathery kiss to his jaw in a gentle attempt to wake him. his eyebrows draw together and he groans sleepily as you gradually pull him from his slumber.

“are you awake?” you tease. a lazy smile pulls on jeno’s lips as he reaches up to rub his eye, and he chuckles.

“mmno, fast asleep,” he answers hoarsely. you let your head fall, resting in the crook of jeno’s neck, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist to squeeze him in a hug. jeno hums, running his fingers up and down your side under the hem of your shirt.

jeno turns his head to look at you, his sweet, sleepy eyes meeting your puffy ones. when he notices that you’ve been crying, he brings his hand up to run his thumb across your cheek. you lean into his touch.

“what's wrong, baby?”

a twinge of embarrassment pricks at you, and you swallow. “bad dream. m’sorry,” you mutter against his skin.

“don’t be sorry, pretty girl. you know you can always wake me up if you need me,” he gives you a drowsy smile, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips. “tell me about it, get it off your chest.”

jeno pulls the blanket up and rests it atop the both of you, your two bodies snuggling into one. his hands dip under to lightly trace shapes into your back, head heavy on his pillow and his eyelids droopy. you rest your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat, steady and rhythmic like a metronome. it puts you a little more at ease.

jeno listens to every word as you describe what had happened in your dream; every odd plotline that made no sense when taken from snippets in your head and put into a somewhat cohesive sentence, but he hummed every so often to let you know he was following along.

“i know it sounds stupid, but it just-“ you gulp, feeling a bit nervous saying that a silly dream made you so uneasy.

“its not stupid,” jeno stops you. “a dream like that would freak me out, too.” his arms snake tighter around your waist to pull you in closer to him. “but im right here. nothing can hurt you as long as i love you.” his calming voice is muffled by your hair as he peppers kisses along your forehead. “and i’ll love you forever.”

a moment of quiet passes. not the aching, strangling quiet from after you’d first woken up, but a much more peaceful type of quiet.

“i think i’m dreaming now,” jeno muses after a while. you blink up at him, confused.

“there’s an angel right in front of me,” a drowsy grin pulls on jeno’s lips.

you can’t help the small blush that blooms on your cheeks, and you smirk.

“are you flirting with me?”

“me? flirting? with an angel? i could never,” jeno feigns innocence, all the while his smile says otherwise.

“go back to bed,” you roll your eyes, pushing jeno’s face away graciously. he just chuckles into your palm, pressing a sweet kiss to it.

“you first,” jeno hums happily, letting you nuzzle back into him. soon enough, jeno’s warmth lulls you back to sleep once again, his words still in your mind keeping the bad dreams at bay.

[miaoua3]

ovulating thinking abt jihoon rn can u make his version of the sfw and nsfw headcanons pretty pleaseee😓😓i love your writing i feel like it matches them so well

honestly you’re so real for thinking about jihoonie while ovulating, he gets me going like that too😭 thank you for saying that, i always try to think so hard about how the boys would be/act, trying to stay as close as possible to the true portrayal of them❤️

Jihoon Boyfriend Headcanons:

•(sfw! hcs):

i already said this but i will repeat it for the people in the back: JIHOON IS A ROMANTIC THROUGH AND THROUGH!!! just because he isn’t overly touchy and calling you “honey boo boo bear” like mingyu and dokyeom do doesn’t make him any less of a romantic, he simply shows his love through actions- writing songs for and inspired by you, always ordering your favourite food when he knows you haven’t had the time to eat, buying all the small and somewhat stupid things that he knows will make you happy etc. when jihoon loves he loves strongly and also gently at the same time

he definitely let you reorganise and decorate his studio because he got bored with all the boring decor he had (plus you spend almost just as much time in there as the rest of the boys and almost every evening with him so he wants you to be as comfortable as possible, and if it means buying a lilac couch that is fluffy and totally not his style, then so be it)

believe it or not, behind the closed doors jihoon is actually very cuddly, he loves to snuggle into you, his face hidden in your neck as you sit on his lap while he’s sitting in his chair in front of a computer, one hand gently running up and down your back while he’s clicking around the screen-it always makes him feel calmer, being in your arms, feeling your breath brush against his neck and tips of his hair. plus if you fall asleep like that? jihoon will literally have to physically grab his chest where his heart is from how cute he finds it

although he’s a cuddly bear behind the doors, in front of them he’s still a grumpy little cat that he always portrays himself as, a little tsundere if you will. but he still wants you to know that he loves you without saying it out loud in front of everyone, so he will proceed to do such silly things like thrusting a cup of coffee he bought for you, his face turned away from you (the tips of his ears red however), mumbling out something along the lines of “for you”, he’s just so dkanosbaoabs i want to squish his cheeks and kiss his little chubby cheeks AAAAAH I LOVE HIM SM

loves hiding your voice in his songs, just a little giggle he recorded secretly, or you saying something cute and/or inspiring, he just loves making you part of his art, especially because he considers you his muse. and this way you get to live forever, in a form of his song and i just think that’s so romantic, like being loved by an artist is such a beautiful thing to experience like hoonie pls let me be your muse😭

you actually didn’t know this until you started spending more time in his studio but he gets really bad headaches due to staring at the screen the whole day, paired up with barely eating and not drinking enough water you get a jihoon that can barely hold his eyes opened due to how bad the headaches are. that’s why you started carrying ibuprofen everywhere with you in case he might need it. but what helps him even more than any medication is when you make him lay down on his couch with his head in your lap and when you gently massage his head while talking to him softly about something. he relaxes so fast any time you do this that it has become sort of a daily routine for you to do this, this makes him feel so loved that he often has to close his eyes in order to hide the tears that are brimming his eyes (you would never tell him this but you still see the tears every time he does this)

going on tour is always the hardest time for jihoon because he has to be away from you for so long. he just gets so used to having you around him every day, to your wide smiles while you call him “hoonie” or “jagi” that he feels like he loses a part of his identity when the fans start referring to him only as “uji” :( and don’t get him wrong, his fans are not the one in fault here, neither are you, it’s just a tricky situation that doesn’t really have a good solution other than bringing you with him while he’s touring for months (which you can’t afford to do) or sucking it up for a few months for a bit until he gets to come home to you :(

•(nsfw! hcs):

“oH hE wOuLd fUcK yOu iN HiS sTuDiO” yeah yeah we all established that BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU COCKWARMING HIM IN HIS STUDIO??? just imagine- he’s sitting on his chair, pants pulled down just enough for his thick cock to be freed, your wet pussy clenching around it in need, your soft whines and moans and begging hitting his ears while he tries so hard to focus on the task in front of him so he can finish faster and fuck you into oblivion right there on his desk i- i fear i need him

another member of the “pussy drunk” club. he uses eating you out as a form of winding down after a hard day, he sometimes won’t even greet you after coming home, he will just pull you to the couch, yank your pants down before letting himself fall onto the couch, picking you up and basically drag you up until your core is hovering above his juicy and hungry mouth. he won’t stop until you’re shaking and crying, begging him to either stop or to finally fuck you until you lose all of your senses

what he even likes more than you cockwarming him in his studio is when you suck him off under the table. just the sheer effort that he has to put into concentrating on his task while your tongue is swirling around his head, the rest of his dick being pumped with one of your hands while the other massages his balls, halfway through he just gives up on trying to focus on the computer in front of him and just fists your hair in his hands, fucking your mouth with his eyes closed and mouth opened, moans spilling out of his mouth without his permission

has a thing for strength, like just seeing the difference in your strength, how easily he can manhandle you into positions he wants you in and being able to pick you up with ease before throwing you on the bed with even less effort- it just makes his brain cloud with desire and need that he goes crazy whenever he hears you either gasp or moan when he picks you up or harshly pushes you against the wall

speaking of, he loves to fuck you against any wall there is, like imagine- you two come home from his studio after you spent hours just sitting on his pretty and girthy cock, you don’t even have the chance to close the door fully before he’s picking you up and fucking you right there against the wall by the entrance door, going at the speed of light, your moans and slapping of skin against skin the only sound being heard in the mostly dark apartment i- i need lee jihoon so badly istg

has a thing for bathtub sex- there’s nothing better than when they get some free time and he gets to relax and spend more time with you, doing all sorts of things together, like taking a bath together, two glasses of champagne prepared for you two to enjoy while doing so. the fact that the glasses end up getting spilled in the bathtub while you ride him, water splashing everywhere due to excessive movements he makes you make with his tight hold on your hips is an entirely different matter

surprise surprise- he has a breeding kink. you can’t tell me he doesn’t, like just the sight of you beneath him, begging with tears in your eyes to cum inside of you, to make you full of his cum and breed you is enough to push him over the edge, spilling his load inside of you to the point it starts leaking even while his dick is still inside of you. he won’t stop until he’s sure that he has succeeded in breeding you, and until he sees that dazed and satisfied look in your eyes, his grip tightening on your hips as he pushes himself inside of you to the hilt, refusing to pull out for the nectar several minutes- I NEED HIM SOOOO BADDD PLS JIHOON I PROMISE I CAN TREAT YOU SO WELL DJDJAKXJAIA PLS GOD SEND THIS MAN MY WAY

[iid-smile]

hidden inventory students: headcanons

gojo, geto, shoko, haibara, nanami

gojo can scream in the most high pitched way ever. this usually happens when his ego gets to him during a mission and gets snuck up on from behind.

gojo has ripped his pants multiple times on different occasions. the worst one is when a girl he was flirting with dropped something, so he squats down and just like that, and rip right down the middle. he was wearing bright pink boxers with a pizza pattern btw... sometimes, he's not even shy about it.

gojo has the worst balance on trains. he has to lean against something or sit down because his legs shake like crazy. will always fall on the person next to him when the train stops, slow or fast it doesn't matter, even if the train doesn't move anybody else.

gojo frequently sends geto selfies with the most weird things. burnt food, ant's nest, inside of a truck, you name it.

when nobody's looking, geto pins back his bangs. he keeps a hairclip that shoko gifted him in his pocket, because he refuses to admit that they actually do get in the way.

geto has horrible back pain but the best posture. sits straight up as if he's been taped to the back of a chair. when he's walking? um... that's a different story.

geto matches other people's energy. it's not over the top, but he can adapt to all sorts of personalities and humour, both negatively and positively. it's most apparent with gojo and haibara. his whole entire mindset can change depending on who he's talking to.

geto has more haircare products than anything, not even skincare comes close. ask him about a particular shampoo or hair oil, and he can manage to go on a twenty minute rant about why you shouldn't buy it. never gives recommendations though (gatekeeper)

shoko laughs embarrassingly loud on purpose when anybody makes a bad joke. she does it most when guys try to catcall her or ask her out. also does it to gojo, but more as a joke because she likes how sulky he gets. it's actually kind of scary how she laughs too...

shoko hides her real cigarettes in a fake/candy cigarette box. may or may not keep an emergency lighter in there as well, but she doesn't know it's complete out. she does this so yaga doesn't find out she smokes.

shoko naps all the time during boring classes. poke her, shout in her ear, she will not wake up until something subconscious in her brain hears the school bell go off.

shoko prints off every photo she takes with a classmate. she sticks them on the wall of her dorm room, and separates them by person. the ones with utahime and meimei are put where she can easily see them and decorated with stickers. always puts a pink heart next to gojo's face for special reasons.

haibara is so overly positive it pisses people off. he always sees the good in people, so if a thief tries to rob him, he willingly hands his stuff over, because he always gives to "people in need". he gets upset when the thief gives him his stuff back and walks off.

haibara frequently compliment on how much people eat. we know his type is girls who eat a lot (i think) so he gets happy when somebody around him is just enjoying food and letting loose. doesn't really care if said person finds him weird, and he always buys them another little side dish or dessert.

haibara always looks out for other people. if he's in a crowded place like a party or amusement park, he always manages to find people at unexpected times and ask if they're okay/having fun. always checks the infirmary room just to make sure nobody's injured.

haibara is a natural magnet to children. somehow knows exactly how to play and communicate with them. maybe has siblings of his own, because he seems like the kind of guy that is the oldest of 5+ siblings yet still manages to have younger brother vibes.

nanami never poses for pictures. if he has to be in one via peer pressure, he stands straight, arms to his sides, and a grumpy look on his face (🧍‍♂️)

nanami spends a lot of time doing his hair. i know it doesn't look like he would, but he does. he uses a bunch of hairspray, so those strands do not move AT ALL. it's actually so hard and stiff if someone tries to touch it. because he puts so much, he has to wash his hair every day. legend has it that nobody's seen what his hair with no product looks like.

nanami has the worst attitude to those younger than him, but is so respectful to elders. like, it could be a whole 360 to what he's usually like. 90 degree bows, formal language and everything. bonus! shoko actually teases him the most about this.

nanami loves everyone in the group. dear, dear nanami... he's never open with his feelings. i don't think he could genuinely imagine his life being any more interesting than it is now if he hadn't joined jujutsu tech. it's not obvious, but he's always wishing the best for those around him. (we all know how that ended cough cough)

[bamboozledcorvid]

Head Canons for my favourite Neurodivergent X-men characters (I don’t think any of them are confirmed neurodivergent)

Scott Summers: (ASD)

- NEEDS schedules for daily life, he can be thrown into battle and adapt his plans to save everyone but if u ask him to go to the shop he needs a list; which shop, when it’s open, what is he buying, how he’s getting there and back.

- very particular about his things, no one can touch his things without setting him into a frenzy. He tries to remain calm and avoid having a meltdown but will be in an awful mood and semi verbal until the issue is resolved.

- Textures are bad. He hates anything that feels wet, sticky or slimy. He can’t handle it at all and he’s hopes none of his enemies ever find out because it’s the worst physical torture he can think of.

- If he’s focused or obsessed on something it becomes the only thing that matters to him. He won’t eat, he won’t sleep, he won’t talk to anyone until he’s completed what he has to do.

- special interests are war, heroes and his wife. It’s all he talks about, he is only interested in talking to you if it’s about battle strategies, fighting techniques, or Jean Grey.

- info dumps about unpleasant or inappropriate topics and can’t understand why people don’t want to talk about it or will tell him to shut up. He’s also seen as ‘blunt’ and ‘rude’ because he’s overly honest.

Pietro/Peter Maximoff: (ASD/ADHD/DYSLEXIA)

- Physically vibrates when he stims, he’s a leg bouncer and an arm flapper but at an insane speed, he’s burnt holes in carpets with his leg bouncing.

- despite how fast his hands move his mind still moves faster so his writing and spelling are all over the place because even he can’t keep track of his thoughts. Will often miss letters or completely skip a few words. (This also applies to his reading skills).

- safe foods consist mainly of sugary snacks and sweets. If he’s overstimulated (which he usually is) or if he’s had a stressful had he can only eat safe foods, any attempt to get real food into him only makes his mood worse and snacks are better than nothing.

- very particular about his clothes, he can’t have tags or itchy hems and he definitely can’t have anything that sits wrong when he’s running. Has been the victim of extreme carpet burn due to trying to run in unsuitable clothes just because they had a nice texture.

- either talks to fast and no one can understand him or simply doesn’t talk at all. Despite how loud and talkative he seems he’s used to the silence because no one can keep up with him (physically or mentally) because he moves to fast. So if a conversation is particularly slow and boring he’ll just leave. He’d rather be in silence than be bored.

[thefcguy]

Miraculous Ladybug Superhero Outfits Ranking

Since Season 6 is fast approaching, and we will get some much-needed redesigns for the main hero cast, I decided to review the main superhero outfits from the past seasons and rank them according to my opinion.

Small warning... there will be a lot of salt in some of this. and I will be using some of @zoe-oneesama 's designs for Scarlet Lady as a comparison.

Without further ado... time to start this mess of a list

24- Argos

Where do I even start...

Well, I can start by saying that... NOTHING in his design works. It's painful to just look at.

The shade of green chosen doesn't clash well with the blue of the peacock. The green hair and the blue skin so close to each other makes the combo even worse.

The saturation of the blue isn't good either. If they wanted something more formal to Felix, they should have gine with a darker blue, Like Mayuras, or, Scarlet Lady's Blue blood.

My biggest problem with this design is the green, though. The moss tone, instead of some more vibrant just makes the design weird to me.

Also, why do all the Peacock holders skin turn blue when they transform? This doesn't happen with any other miraculous.

If Felix kept his hair and eye color, used a mask instead of a hood, used darker blues, and, MAYBE, some brighter shades of green, the design would work.

But this?!

It's painful to even look at it.

23- Ryuko

... Can someone explain me how a hero that has a DRAGON theme look so boring?

Just like a good majority of miraculous holders, her outfit is just a tight jumpsuit with little characterization...

Ryuko's, however, is specially bad, because, due to having the same color pallete of Ladybug, it feels unoriginal.

So, besides it being a simple jumpsuit like many other outfits I don't like, it also feels uncreative, which makes it love some points.

Besides using SL!Ryuko as a reference to what it could be... I would like to talk about one of my favorite ryuko redesigns.

One created by my friend @natedogx15 . Like, he used the fact that she was basically a knight, and made her outfit look like armor. Look at how badass it is!

It's said that canon Ryuko's design is basically ladybug's color pallete with some details to try to make it different.

22- Ladybug

This one was pretty obvious.

The suit is way too basic, especially considering that the hero behind the mask is a fashion designer.

It's also way to tight and it feels inappropriate for a girl Marinette's age to use.

It gets even worse if we remember that she was inspired by Spider-Man...

Like, seriously, this feels like a weird pajama a kid would wear. And even then, the PJ kids had better designs.

21- Chat Noir

The same problems that I have with Ladybug's design are here.

Basic and overly tight suit, that feels innapropriate for Adrien's age. And, although I think the Bell it's silly... it's what helps to keep this design from being entirely bland.

And hey, the green eyes are interesting, at least...

Still, it's not a design I like. They could have gone with something similar to Black Panther or Batman. But, instead... they chose this.

20- Miss Hound

Behold, the most uninspired design of miraculous ever!

It's literally just Sabrina's civilian outfits with a few differences. It's only a bit higher on the list because, the outfit is indeed more creative IN COMPARISON with the other hero outfits, and I like the beret.

But, seriously, Miss Hound design shows how little the show cares about Sabrina.

Her first, and main akuma, doesn't have an actual design, the second is a bit ugly, and the hero outfit is basically the civilian outfit with a new texture.

As a Sabrina Stan, I have to say... the girl deserved more.

19- Bunnix

Fun fact about me: I am a BIG Alice in Wonderland Fan. I also love this shade of blue... and that's why Bunnix's canon's design is disappointing to me.

The outfit is generic, I can barely see anything that reminds me of Alix, it has no reference to any card suit...

It just feels unispired, specially considering how good it could have been.

If it is Alice in Wonderland inspired, Bunnix could have a top hat, a coat like the white rabbits... but, it's just... nothing. inspired by Alice in Wonderland, Bunnix could wear a top hat and a coat like the white rabbits, but... there is nothing.

18- Minotaurox

Minotaurox is... an interesting case for me.

Because, honestly, I kind of like the design. Speically when people draw it on 2D.

But, a problem that the show has it's the rendering of uniform with darker colors... especially this shade of blue and black.

This colors just feel... lifeless in a way. They don't shine, or captivate... they are just there...

I just hope that, with the new animation style, the darker colors on the heroes look better.

17- Multimouse

Man, I don't get the fandom's love for Multimouse. It's not a bad design, but... it isn't good either.

I like the use of the colors, the hairstyle, and yes, it looks more creative than Ladybug's, but that's not saying much.

But, I also understand that they couldn't complicate the design too much because of how many fusions there were in the episode.

That being said... Multimouse is an acceptable design. Not amazing, but, okay.

16- Purple Tigress

Although I don't think the design is bad... it suffers from a problem of similarity.

Similar to how Ryuko's uniform looks too much like Ladybug's, Purple Tigress's looks too much like Rena Rouge.

Like, it's a lighter tone in the front, the main color of the miraculous is on the sides and back, and the character, who has her hair down on the civillian form, gets a ponytail after transformation.

Although I understand that Ponytails are probably more practical in battles... Purple Tigress and Rena Rouge's look too much alike.

I do admit I like the stripes. But, besides that, it's very unoriginal.

Particularly speaking, I like the jacket that Zoe gave her with the power up look.

15- Rena Rouge

Although it's not the worst design on the show, it's probably one of the most disappointing.

It looks too much like Volpina, and, even if Volpina's design was supposed to look like a fox holder, it doesn't mean that Rena Rouge couldn't look a bit more different.

Like, Queen Bee and Vesperia are both bee heroes. But, they look nothing alike.

Particularly speaking, I would have replaced the weird corset thing with a reporter trench coat.

Imagine a Trench Coat like this with the fox tail at the end? And the hat with the ears? I just think it would be neat.

14- Flairmidable

Flairmidable's design is one that... I don't care about.

It's very similar to Chat Noir's, it's true, but the use of colors make it more interesting. And it doesn't look as tight as Chat's uniform.

And that's what I have to say about the design.

It's not bad, but, I don't care.

13- Polymouse

Although it is a pretty generic design, there are certail elements that I like.

The change on hair and eye color, the mask, the ears on the hoodie.

And, once again, Zoe's redesigns proved that the concept could have worked.

12- Canigirl

Honestly, it's kind of a good design.

I like how it uses the colors brown, black and white to create it's combo. The mask is adorable.

And I like the detail of the black spot at the beret.

Kind of sad that her design is more creative than the one of the official Dog Hero.

11- Pigella

From now on, the designs are actually good, in my opinion.

Pigella's design is great. It's different from the usual jumpsuits, it reflects Rose's nature, and the ballerina tutu is great touch.

My only issue with it is that it doesn't feel like a Pig themed superhero.

Either way, it's one of the best female designs on the show.

10- Aspik

Although many people complain on the whole "bald thing", I don't think Aspik is a bad design.

He looks like a snake, has some cool patterns and textures on the outfit, and I like the color pallete.

Like, yeah, it would probably look cooler if Adrien showed his hair, but, it's not all bad.

9- King Monkey

It's a good design. Definetely not a jumpsuit, it has good sources of inspiration, it looks like a monkey...

It's one of the best designs on the show. It just isn't higher due to personal taste.

8- Carapace

It's a good design as well. It fits Nino's aesthetic, it's an outfit that has a clear turtle theme, and the details like the boots, and the knee and the elbow pads.

In general, it's good as well.

7- Viperion

Like Aspik, Viperion's uniform has some cool patterns and textures. But, besides them matching Luka more, his hair is the same color of his outfit, which I think it's neat.

6- Queen Bee

This design is iconic, and it has it's reasons!

The way it uses stripes, the subtle but noticeable change on the ponytail.

Out of the five, in my opinion, she has the best design.

5- Pegasus

Man, they were creative with this one.

Although his name is Pegasus, his shoes are a reference to Hermes, his uniform looks a bit like an armor (which makes sense, because he is kind of a knight), and the horseshoe on his neck.

They put a lot of effort on his design.

4- Vesperia

I used to be a bit mean with this design... but I noticed that it wasn't the designs fault, but the animation.

Like, there are scenes where the outfit looks great, and others where it doesn't. But, it's mostly because of the rendering.

The uniform is actually very creative, and it's really cool how they manage to create something so different from Queen Bee.

MY only issues are the masks and the black streaks on her hair. They... don't look that good in the show.

(If you guys want to see some cool ideas for a redesign, I recommend @nerd-chocolate 's post)

3- Rooster Bold

This design is FIRE!

The way they manage to incorporate so many Rooster details, like the claw, the beak, the comb and the tail.

Besides, it's different from every single other hero. It almost looks like a carnival costume on the best way possible.

2- Scarabella

Behold, the best Ladybug holder design.

This one feels like it's inspired by Spiderman.

The upper part looking like a jacket, the use of black, the hair... it's all so creative.

It's one of the few canon designs I don't think that could be improved.

1- Caprikid

This design had no right of being this good. But, it is.

The white and black contrast, the zipper, the fur, the horn. Just like Rooster Bold, it is also way different than the jumpuit pattern.

I only wished that they played more with Nath's hairstyle. Like, his miraculous is a pair of hair clips, and they do nothing with his hair...

But, still, out of all miraculous heroes, he has the best suit... in my opinion, a least.

[milflewis]

n krisgeno + 39. avoiding a conversation and 46. confessions during an argument

put them in a situation prompt game

Bonded soulmates haven't been banned from extreme sports since the 2012 Equal Play Act. In 2019, You Can Play did a segment on them. There were seven active confirmed Bondeds, Flower being one of them, and Sid smiled his media smile through a soundbite.

Kris takes his bond suppressants religiously. One with his coffee in the morning and one at night with a glass water before brushing his teeth.

Geno doesn't. Soulmates and the Penguins, in the beginning at least, if not now too, are the only two things Geno openly defies Russia on.

—

"I'm not take them anymore," Geno says, shrugging. Neal's cards look small in his hands.

"What?" Kuni's isn't the only shocked face around the table. "What the fuck do you mean you're not taking your suppressants?"

Kris shuffles his cards around. He ate before getting on the plane and is starting to regret that decision.

Geno gives him a look. "I'm take before. Not take now. Is easy peasy."

Rows ahead of them, Flower and Sid are sitting, suddenly silent. Kris had hoped when the talk of soulmates was first brought up Sid would shut it down like he sometimes does in his 'Let's Not Make People Uncomfortable, Team' voice. He hadn't, and now Kris is going to have to listen to Geno explain exactly why soulmates are so wonderful and the universe's gift to each person and they should be treated like the sacred moments they are.

"But." Kuni's cards are slack in his hand. Kris glances at them. He has got a pair of Jacks. "Okay, so. You're just walking around, and what, waiting for a bond to snap into place?"

Geno shrugs again. The speech doesn't come.

Nealer's eyes snap up from where he was staring at the table. Geno doesn't meet them.

"What if it happens in a game?"

"It won't," Geno says, short.

Kris traces the edge of a card with his nail, slipping it under and digging it in.

"But, how do you –"

"Hey guys." Kris hadn't heard Sid walking over. Judging by the way half the guys at the table jump, he is not the only one. "How's the game going?"

There's the voice. Better late than never, Kris thinks.

Kris lays down his third straight flush of the flight to a chorus of groans and swears about his mother. Sid squeezes Geno's shoulder twice before heading back over to his seat.

—

Kris has no idea what to say to Geno after Sochi. He calls over to his house randomly a handful of times, bringing loaded sandwiches from that one place Sid banned Geno from going to during playoffs. Geno puts extra pickles on his from the jar in his fridge. They make their way through all of Fast and the Furious, half of the Die Hard's, and two of the older X-Men's.

He texts Flower to remind him to invite Geno over for dinner, even though that isn't really something they do.

What do you even want me to say?

IDK Get your kids to tell him about their day. Let him play with them. He's just like Sid come on

V says I'm not allowed to whore out our children until they are eighteen sorry :(

I hate you

Make him laugh, Kris doesn't say. He takes a bond suppressant dry, and goes to brush his teeth. Flower sends him a row of smiley faces.

Flower gives him a pitying look before the next practice, and trips him up when he skates past the goal during a drill. Ice shavings fly up in front of his face and Geno is standing there, looking down at him. He is grinning, cheeks flushed.

"Why you're dive? Think maybe learn bad habit from Sid." Sid's overly fake laugh is loud behind them. Kris accepts Geno's hand up, staring him down, daring him to take the chance to drop him. Geno's smile widens. Years later, and his cheeks still bunch up the same way.

"Careful," Geno murmurs, holding onto Kris's gloved hand. He pulled Kris in close as well as up, his usual lazily bored disregard to personal space. Kris has to tilt his head back to look him in the face, it is fucking ridiculous. "Ice very hard, you know? Easy to break face. Sid dive, eh, okay, but Tanger....hmm, too pretty, yes?"

Kris shoves him away. "Wow, G, so original."

Geno laughs at him, swatting at his ass with his stick before skating back to the other side of the rink where Coach is glaring at them.

"Mon ami," Flower starts, sounding positively delighted.

"No." Kris scoops his helmet off the ice, shoving it back onto his head.

—

Kris misses a morning.

—

"How did you know Papa was your soulmate?"

Kris's mama hums, crouching down on her heels. She pulls at the laces in Kris's runners, tightening them around his feet. He wiggles his toes.

"I just knew," she says, tying his laces in two loops. "He wasn't there, and then, there he was. It was like it suddenly started raining for the first time, or when right as the sun comes out. There is one thing, and then there is another."

"Okay." Kris hates the rain. He doesn't mind the sun so much.

She is tying his other shoe now, pulling the laces tight and knotting them together.

"And then you loved him?"

"Hmm, no. That came after, like with everything."

Kris frowns. "Okay."

She laughs. Her fingers are cool against his cheeks when she tugs his hat down around his ears.

"You will find them someday, mon petit."

"No." Kris shakes his head. "I want to play hockey."

—

He takes two that evening and prays. His hands don't shake when he lists his glass of water to drink.

—

"Lunch after?"

Sid has got his I Am The Captain look to his face again. Kris didn't get much sleep last night. It must be showing. His head aches dully.

"Yeah, sure," he says, not bothering to try to argue. A mistake. Sid's face becomes even more captainly. Kris can't bring himself to care. If he hurries up with his skates, he can get on the ice before –

Geno's laugh is heard before the man himself is seen. He isn't facing the locker room when he pushes the door open, head turned to look behind him as he shouts something at someone.

Kris inhales. He pulls his jersey over his head. When he blinks against the bright lights Geno is looking straight at him, gear bag hanging loose in his left hand.

The puck hits the back of the net. The lights stay on. The locker room is too far into the arena to be able to tell if it is raining outside.

"You," Kris says, unable to stop himself. His voice sounds weird, like it echoes through him before coming out. The room falls silent.

"Tanger, what," Sid says.

"You miss," Geno says, careful.

"G?" Sid asks, because he always fucking asks Geno, even now, maybe especially now, and the thought is a dirty one, but sometimes it feels like they are the only kind of thoughts Kris can have anymore, and he hates it, and he hates them, and he hates him, and none of this is new, why the fuck isn't it all new –

Geno doesn't look shocked is the thing. Not really. Not this bone deep shake that Kris is feeling throughout his body. There is some surprise in his face, maybe, around his eyes, but it is more a resigned oh, so this is happening now then, than anything else. He is holding himself like he is bracing for a hit. The leggings he is wearing makes his legs look even skinnier than they are.

"You knew," Kris accuses. Geno makes a bitchy face at him. Kris could snap his stick clean in two over his head.

Rusty blows out a loud breath. "Oh, fuck."

"Oh." Sid's voice is quiet. "Oh." No one else says anything at all. Geno is still staring at him. Kris feels nothing from him. His head is no longer sore. His eyes are itchy.

Some of Geno's curls are peeking out from under his toque. He didn't tell Kris that he was going to get the procedure done, just showed up at training camp with more hair than he has had in years. It was hard not to see double of Geno for a while. Kris had walked around for a month with that gaping feeling you get when you don't think there is another step but there is in his stomach. It had been made very clear that no one was allowed to make jokes about The Hair. Kris ragged on him about it for three days straight before Geno threw his shoes at him, knocking the breath out of him and bruising his hip.

"No," Kris says, and Geno's eyes gleam like a cat's. Kris gets the strange feeling that he has proven Geno right somehow, like Geno has won here for all that he has also lost. There are no games that Kris hates losing more than ones where it has less to do with their skill and more to do with the other team's fuck ups.

"Fuck you," Kris tells him, and he could be shaking with it. "Fuck. You." 

The ice is empty when he skates onto it, the first out.

—

They keep the same seats on the plane. Neither of them stop playing cards, though Geno begs off to nap on more flights than he used to.

Kris thinks that half the team, the newer ones, are more surprised that Kris and Geno are obviously not talking about it than the fact that they are soulmates at all.

It is a glimpse into how others see them that Kris normally doesn't get. Or particularly look for.

He isn't sure what to do about it.

—

Kris doesn’t answer Flower’s calls. He lets his phone ring and ring.

He has never been able to lie to him.

—

"You knew you weren't Sid's."

It is not a question. Kris still can't quite say out loud that Geno isn't Sid's soulmate. Even now, it feels wrong. Like public skating rink ice at the end of a day. Like those months when Kris and Flower were the only two out on the ice.

If anyone was going to do the impossible and have two soulmates, it would be Sid. Kris has never met another person who wants as much as Sid does. And if anyone was going to follow him, it would be Geno.

Geno blinks. "Yes."

"When."

Kris digs his fingernails into the tape of his stick, leaning on it casually. Geno holds his water bottle over his face and squeezes. He catches most of it in his open mouth. He wipes the rest of it away with the back of his hand. His chin looks wet under the rink's lights.

"Long time," Geno says. "Like, very long."

Kris meets his gaze, wondering if he is going to continue with the obvious dick joke. Geno's hands twitch.

"I'm think maybe, at Prague?" Geno sighs. "Like, when they're play, you know? Look like is everything."

Kris thinks he might have preferred the dick joke.

Geno could be talking about the weather, or whatever new weird reality show he is currently watching. There is no longing on his face or in his voice. Kris swallows around the anger stuck in his throat.

"At Worlds, there no teams, okay, and I don't know." Geno shrugs, fiddles with his bottle top, flicking it up and down. "With Philly, with Pittsburgh, there so much shit. No room for, like, them. Just Captain Penguins and Captain Flyer. Everything is so loud. Everyone always booing and fight and yell. At Worlds, Sid and Giroux is like, only them." He grins up at Kris then, tongue poking out. "And Canada. But, you know, Canada only small, quiet, so who care?"

Kris stares at him flatly before snatching his bottle, ignoring Geno's offended "hey!" He sucks down half of it, feeling suddenly loose and shaky with it all. If Flower were here, he would make this better. If Flower were here, he would make this so much worse.

Geno is watching him with a face Kris can't read when he lowers the bottle. Kris squirts the water into his face, and skates away before one of Geno's long arms can catch him. Geno's exhale could almost be a laugh.

—

So. Sid told me what happened. This is a good thing btw. In case you didn't know.

—

They won't make the playoffs this year. No one says it in the locker room but they all know it is true.

You always have a limited amount of years to play hockey. Kris knows that as well as anyone else. Better even after everything. He is coming to the end of the tunnel.

Rusty is leaning against Sid's stall, cheeks flushed from the shower, and laughing. Geno is throwing balled up socks in Sid's direction. Sid keeps batting them away so they hit Rusty instead. Kris can hear Geno say something about Sid coming to Russia in the summer, "Like, July, Sid! Stop panic, no jinx!"

Kris tightens his laces, double knotting them.

—

"What the fuck," Kris says calmly, and he isn't shouting, he isn't because he isn't angry. Why would he be? How could he be? Kris knows Sid will always be Sid, and Geno will always be Geno, and Kris doesn't even want them to be anything different. He doesn't. He isn't angry. "Was 'Only for Pittsburgh. Always with Sid' supposed to mean then?"

His chest is full, stuffed to the brim, and there has been a ringing in his ears since Geno pushed his hand through Sid's hair before practice, teasing.

"How is that not a love confession?"

Geno is frowning at him. He is still in his winter coat. There is a large ornate gold framed mirror hung up at the end of the hallway behind him. Geno's god awful xenomorph statue on the porch outside can be seen reflected in it.

"Is love," Geno says, and Kris could bury him alive.

"Not soulmate." Geno shrugs one shoulder. His face hangs tired. There are lines in the corners of his eyes. "Is, like. Sid and me. Just, love."

Kris looks down at his hands. He is still holding onto his car keys. They are digging into his right palm. He was the one who followed Geno home after practice, and into his home, and started yelling. He hasn't taken off his shoes yet. He could just leave.

Geno's fingers are strong around his wrist, and his jaw is set and tight. He looks furious, but Kris has played with him long enough to recognize when Geno has decided that he is going to do something, and fuck the consequences. Flower used to make siren sounds in the goal when it would make an appearance during a game.

"Like, okay, Sid and me, we not. I'm not pick Sid. Sid not pick me. We." Geno cuts off, a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. The Russian swears that come out next are too fast for Kris to catch. "Sid and me, is like, right, always. If different, maybe, always still same."

"Yeah," Kris says. "I know."

Geno pulls a face that suggests he doesn't think that Kris does know but he isn't going to argue. Kris raises his eyebrows at him. He has not spent this long around the both of them, loved them for this long, to not know. Fuck Geno, and his fucking face.

"You different. I pick you."

Kris's knee aches. It has never done that before.

"You not easy," Geno says, eyes creasing at the corners. "Like, so not easy. You annoying, like hedgehog, you hurt, and hair everywhere! I'm like you more when Flower here, and I'm think someday you kill me, maybe."

Coming here was a mistake.

Sid couldn't talk right for weeks after he broke his jaw. Kris eyes Geno's face, the end of his chin, the line of his jaw.

"Really? This it?" Geno has let go of his wrists. When he takes a step back, his shadow stretches out long behind him. "Follow me, yell, lie, stomp foot, make me say and now you're say fuck all? Years, you say and not say no, shush, Geno, not say, not allow, but now, now is fine. And you still! Still, fuck all."

"I don't –"

"Tanger, stop, stop." Geno looks angry now. "Stop lying. Stop pretend. We too old. Okay, maybe you think oh, maybe, Geno Sid's, maybe, maybe. Fine. I’m give. But you not so stupid. I'm know you think maybe not also. Maybe not Sid."

Kris stands very still. His fists curl at his sides, keys digging in. Geno meets his glare.

"You scare, okay, me too. But you use Sid and hide. Is not fair. Have to stop."

"Fuck you," Kris spits. It is a sharp reaction, a knee-jerk to the sentiment that Kris would use Sid for anything, be like everyone else, that is faster than Kris expected to have.

Geno rolls his eyes. "I'm know you see me look. I'm know you think maybe too."

"Do you?"

"Yes," Geno says. As easy as anything.

Kris could stop him right here. He could cut open his chest with his car keys, right where the penguin on their jerseys rests. He would stop talking. Kris wouldn't have to hear this.

"I'm hope, you know." Geno looks away here. The sunlight from outside highlights the wrinkles in his sweatpants. Kris has the sudden thought that it should be pitch black outside. "When stop with pills, think what if now, like, what if I'm not take but you're-"

He laughs, shrugging. "Nothing happen, obviously. Still hope though. Still think what if."

Kris stares at him. He inhales deeply. He slips his keys into his pocket.

"Right." He looks Geno in the face. "Okay.” He shakes out his hands, presses his thumb into the marks left on his palm. He can feel his blood rush under his skin. 

Kris has never done anything backwards. He played hockey, and he played more hockey, and kept playing, climbing up the ranks. He was drafted and learnt to be a Penguin, was rookie and then veteran. Was one of the guys and then one of the guys with an A. He does things in order. There is a path that most guys in the locker room take, the good ones at least, and Kris took it and has stayed on ever since. He is not Sid. He is not Ovechkin. He is not G.

The rest is supposed to come after, Kris thinks, and isn’t sure where the thought comes from. Here, the rest came so much more before. 

“Okay, yeah. Yes.”

And then: “You’re more annoying than I am, though. Ask anyone.”

Geno's smile bunches up his cheeks.

[hylianmewmew]

burnt toast: ravio x link (ravioli)

Today was going to be just great. Link huffed as he let his body thump back down on the bed with a painful thud. His joints were on fire and his muscles throbbed from past injuries. The gentle patter of the rain outside only made the deeply embedded pain hurt more. Deep breaths Link. He rummaged on his nightstand in the still dark room for his rings, hoping that the small amounts of magic would help ease the pain. Tears encroached the edge of Link’s vision, being forced to spill over from the amount of pain he was in. 

A hand snuck around his waist from the opposite side of the bed, Ravio pressed a cool hand to Link’s skin who rolled over to Ravio’s side and clung onto the merchant. He wanted nothing more than to melt into his partner and not have to feel the oncoming chronic pain episode. He sobbed softly into Ravio’s shirt, today was going to be a particularly bad episode apparently. Ravio got up without a sound, causing Link to whine and reach for him.

“It’s ok bunny, I’ll be right back. I’m going to grab a potion and make you some food and tea. You need to keep your strength up to cope with this episode. Do you want one of the muffins I made yesterday or toast?” Ravio paused and held a hand out for Link to tactile sign his request on. Link signed the word for ‘toast’ on Ravio’s hand and buried himself in their blankets once more. “Toast it is! Have Sheerow yell for me if you need me, I’ll be as fast as I can.” 

Ravio scurried off, leaving Link alone with his pain and Sheerow curled up in the crook of his neck, acting more cat-like than bird. Being left alone in the silence of the bedroom was a fate worse than death to Link’s overly dramatic pain-addled brain. Downstairs he could hear Ravio rushing around the kitchen, humming as he clanked around. The smell of burnt toast and almost too strongly steeped tea wafted upstairs as Ravio yelped and let loose a string of profanities to which Link couldn’t help but snicker at. Ravio’s one talent in the kitchen was the ability to burn almost anything despite his best efforts. 

A particularly nasty wave of pain hit Link leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, coating his joints in mind numbing pain. He hissed, “Fucking shit that’s bad.” 

His head rang, the darkened room spinning. Link wanted to scream, rip and tear at his own flesh, to bash his head in until the pain receptors ceased to work. But he knew better than that, he knew to ride out the pain, to wait until his body returned to that dull, aching, nagging sensation that plagued his waking hours. The kind that not even a fairy or strongest healing potion could solve. Link was used to this, he could get through this again.

Again.

That was it. Hot, acidic tears burned on his skin threatening to tear his body apart limb from limb. He’d saved worlds innumerable times, anything Hylia threw at him he handled. He was a fucking hero, a legend to the people, the kind of person who small children looked up to and used as a character in their play pretend games. Link had to be stronger than this; it wasn't an option.

“Oh bunny, it’s gonna be ok. Here, let me help you sit up a bit so you can drink this.” Ravio had appeared by Link’s side, tray of food and drinks in hand. He set the tray down on the nightstand and helped scoot Link up in bed and tried to hand him a potion.

Link shook his head, boring holes into the glass of the potion bottle. “Never helps enough, don’t wanna.” 

Clicking his tongue Ravio cupped Link’s face, brushing the tears away with his thumb. “Does taking a potion help at least a little bit?”

Link nodded slowly, knowing exactly where this was going.

“That’s good, now can you please take the potion? Any little bit of relief is worth it. Don’t punish your body further.” Ravio’s voice was gentle and soothing as he coaxed Link into taking the potion.

Link grumbled before finally caving and downing the potion, tingles spreading through his body as the potion did its job. He hated the way potions felt, the pins and needles sensation made Link want to peel off his skin. It was almost worse than experiencing the pain alone. It was a little dramatic of a statement but that wouldn’t make him change his mind on how much he hated potions. He chased down the potion with his tea, heavily sugared with lots of cream still grimacing at the sensation the potion left behind.

“I deserve a kiss and a day’s worth of cuddles for that.” Link signed as he pouted and puckered his lips playfully. He yelped slightly when Ravio followed through with his playful demand, climbing into bed carefully and pressing a kiss to Link’s lips. Ravio scooted closer to Link, squeezing him gently but firmly holding him close.

“I love you so much bunny. You’re being so strong right now, kick this pain flare up in the ass.” Ravio rested his chin on Link’s shoulder, “I believe in you.”

Link couldn’t help but cry even more, those words meant so much coming from Ravio meant the world to him. He flipped over to face Ravio and buried his face in the merchant’s scarf, inhaling his scent of cinnamon and cloves. The pain hadn’t subsided nearly enough but the potion did take the edge off enough for Link to finally relax and melt into Ravio’s embrace. Somehow that made everything better.

[casuallyobssessed]

Book Club - John Wick x Fem!Reader ❥ 2.6k Words

A/N: Been having visions about this so I had to write it. My first John Wick/Keanuverse fic and the longest one shot i've written to date, hope you enjoy it! No beta, if you see any problems lmk!

Warnings: P in V Sex, Reader Insert with no use of Y/N, Explicit Smut, Slight dom/sub undertones, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Cunnilingus, Choking

He was sweet, almost sickeningly so sometimes. Taking his time, being overly tender, and checking in on you every few minutes. You wanted more. You wanted hard, fast, rough... and John Wick was no stranger to rough. Even though he was in retirement, you knew that part of him had to still be there underneath his now soft exterior. At least you hoped. After years of hard, fast, and rough, John decided to settle down with you. He wanted that soft, slow, and gentle life with you, no matter what it took. At one point, that's what you had wanted, too.

One day, something changed, shifted within you. You loved John. Of course you did. He was everything you had ever dreamed of in a man. You both craved the simpler things in life. There were even a few hobbies you shared, one of which was reading. Each week, you'd both pick a book for the other to read. After the week was up, you'd have a date night in the living room, reviewing that week's books over dinner. Unfortunately, this is where the problem first arose.

A friend strongly recommended a book that had recently grown in popularity. 'The Modern Husband.' From the summary, it seemed like a cheesy romance novel. Being the trusting person that you were, you took their recommendation and purchased the book. You hoped it was something he'd get a good laugh from. But when it arrived, you forgot to actually read it. The book stayed in its box until the day you gave it to John. Later, before your weekly scheduled date night, John approached you. He had the book in his hand and a concerned look on his face.

"Did you give me the right book?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"I'm not," He cleared his throat before continuing, "comfortable reading any more of this."

"Is it that bad?" You laughed, thinking the book had to be too corny for his liking.

"You should take this back."

John handed the book over to you. His expression was unreadable at this point, adding to your confusion. You took the book and thumbed through a few of the beginning pages. It wasn't that bad in your opinion, maybe a little boring.  A few more page turns and you got into the next chapter. Oh. 'How To Train Your Wife In Five Easy Steps!' And then the next. 'Discipline Techniques For Today's Couples!' No wonder he didn't want to read it. You stored the book in your nightstand alongside all the other forgotten novels you'd never read.

In the nightstand is where 'The Modern Husband' would lay in wait until one bored, lonely, late night. You had exhausted all your usual reads, so you reached for the drawer of undesirables. Picking it up, you let your curiosity get the better of you. Before, you had only skimmed over a few pages, judging the work only by chapter titles. Settling back comfortably in the pillows on your bed, you began reading the book.

Deep within its pages, 'The Modern Husband' held a treasure trove of kinky, rough ideas that set your brain on fire. There was a familiar ache in your lower stomach, something in this book flipped a switch and you wanted to experiment. Later that night when John came home, he caught you still in bed with the book laid out open beside you, touching yourself to its contents.

A heated conversation ensued upon his discovery of you. You explained to him that the book wasn't all that bad. There were some concepts it highlighted that really interested you. Going back through the pages, you gave him examples of some of the more aberrant activities you wanted to try. He listened intently as you spoke, and it seemed that he was really giving it some thought. Ultimately, he expressed his displeasure at the thought of treating you any way but lovingly.

"John, please?" You stood in front of him, trying your best to convince him to try something, anything from the book.

"I don't want to hurt you," John shook his head.

"Even if I'm asking you nicely?"

"Even if you ask nicely, no."

"Oh, come on!" I huffed at him, "You're not bored of the same stuff we always do?"

John was quiet, taken aback by your statement. He looked... hurt. That definitely was not what you wanted. You begged him to try something new with you. Of course the sex with him was great, it always was. You were simply suggesting something to spice things up a bit. Something not so vanilla.

To John, it was like you were asking the impossible of him. Your John was kind, respectful, and considerate. The John you wanted him to be, well, that was completely opposite of who he was now. Throughout your entire relationship, John has always been your safe space. Maybe that's why you trusted him to do this for you.

"I just..." Sighing, you took a step towards him, "I just want you to be a little rough with me sometimes. That's all I'm asking."

He looked down at you contemplatively with a suspicious twinkle in his eye. Suddenly, John had his large hand wrapped around your throat, pushing you back against the wall. The impact knocked the breath out of you. You tried taking a deep breath, but it was proving rather difficult. It wasn't enough force to truly hurt you, just enough to make you feel his control. The slight restriction of your breathing only fueled your arousal. You felt more alive than you had in weeks.

John's eyes darkened like a man possessed.

"Is this what you wanted?" John growled, tightening his grip on your throat.

You grinned. This was exactly what you wanted. Your persistence was paying off. Finally. His fingers danced at the hem of your nightgown, rubbing circles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You cursed yourself for not having on any underwear. The inside of your thighs were already slick. He slowly slid his hand up and underneath the fabric. Instinctively, you let your legs fall open for him.

"Already so wet for me, hm?" John whispered gruffly in your ear, sending chills down your spine. His fingers found their way between your wet folds, brushing over your sensitive clit. You gasped as he teased you before pulling away from you completely. He stepped backwards, leaving you breathless. Sitting down on the bed, he began undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt enough to be comfortable. When you came back to your senses, you wandered over to him, wanting more of whatever he was willing to give you. Before you could get any closer, he reached out a hand and placed it on your hip, effectively stopping you.

"Uh-uh. Strip." He commanded, patting your hip and leaning backwards to rest his on his arms.

He watched your slow, deliberate movements as you began to undress. Your hands trembled slightly as you slid the straps of your negligee off your shoulders. Carefully, you pulled the material down to reveal your breasts before letting it drop in a puddle at your feet. Being naked in front of John was nothing new to you, but this time it felt different. The way his eyes prowled your form made you feel exposed down to your bones. His gaze burned into you, intense and predatory.

Once you finished your short lived strip show, John sat back up and pulled you on to his lap, allowing you to straddle him.  You draped your arms over his shoulders, lips hovering an inch away from his. He was still in his clothes. The bulge growing in his pants rubbed abrasively against your wet pussy, soaking the fabric.

John was the one to close the distance between you by hungrily pressing his lips to yours. This kiss felt different, too. The way he bit your bottom lip, let his tongue explore your mouth... He was taking complete control of you. While he devoured you, you pressed your body into his, leisurely grinding down on his bulge. He was the first to pull away and you let out a rather embarrassing whine at the loss of his mouth. Swiftly, he stood up, holding you up long enough for him to turn around and toss you back onto the bed.

"Stay put," He mumbled. You obeyed, opting to close your eyes and take a deep breath to gather your thoughts. You could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, the metallic clinks echoed through the room. The anticipation of what would be to come was lighting your senses up like a Christmas tree. When he finished removing his belt, he crawled back into the bed with you. He was still mostly dressed, with his pants pulled down just enough to reveal his thick cock.

Once he was over you, he leaned down, and his hand gripped your wrists tightly, pinning them above your head. This was a man you didn't recognize. The wild look in his eyes made you shiver. He was now between your legs, cock between your folds, rubbing against your clit. He left sloppy kisses along your neck, biting your skin as he traveled down your chest. His free hand held your breast, roughly squeezing it and pulling on your nipple. Licking a trail up your chest, he traced his tongue along your collarbone, and made his way up to your ear.

"Beg me for it," John ordered, his voice cold.

"Please," You whimpered, "please."

"What do you want?"

"Please fuck me, Sir."

You don't know why you called him that. You vaguely remembered reading a chapter in the book about calling your husband 'Sir' in the bedroom. Clearly, it had the desired effect because he growled in your ear before releasing the hold he had on your hands. His own hands grabbed your waist and quickly flipped you over onto your stomach. Moving his grip down a bit, he pulled your hips up and back towards him.

His fingers were on your cunt again, rubbing back and forth against your clit, the action both brutal and tender. Eventually, his digits found their way back to your hole. He slipped one finger in, then two, gently massaging in and out of you. Slowly, he added a third finger and the stretch felt almost too much for you. You groaned and leaned forward, wanting to pull away from the intrusion. John tsk'd at you before tugging you backwards, fully onto all three fingers.

Satisfied with how he had prepared you, he pulled his fingers out of you, and began situating himself behind you. The head of his cock lined up perfectly with your cunt, and slowly pushed into your tight, wet heat. You couldn't help the moan that ripped from your throat as he slid himself inside. Unlike when you normally had sex, John did not wait for you to get used to him stretching you out. This time, he instantly started fucking into you. He was taking what he wanted from you while you cried out in pleasure.

"You like it, don't you? Being treated like this?"

You nodded emphatically into the mattress. It was all you could manage to do in the fucked out state you were in. Though, it seemed like that response wasn't good enough for your lover. His thrusts became achingly slow. He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back sharply.

"Speak."

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Without warning, his other hand came down hard on your ass before you could respond.

"Yes, sir!" You cried out in surprise, voice breaking slightly. You were enjoying where this was going. You asked for a little spice and John was giving you way more than you bargained for.

"Good girl," He caressed the spot where he hit you, as if he was rubbing the pain away. The praise made you feel dizzy. He grabbed your hip, gently squeezing it before he started moving inside you again.

This time, John's thrusts were more erratic. Using your hair as leverage, he was pumping in and out of you at a bruising pace. The way his cock was throbbing inside of you, he had to be getting close. The grip he had on your hip tightened, sure to leave bruises the next day. Your walls tightened around him and before you knew it, he was spilling into you with a bestial groan.

With that, John pulled out of you completely, leaving you full of his cum but aching for your own release. Was he seriously going to leave you like this without getting you off? Yes, you wanted rough, but you didn't want negligent. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, turning back to look at him with a mix of longing and confusion.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed your hips, flipped you onto your back, and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He started to explore you. From teasing your nipples with light pinches to taking one of them into his mouth and rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth. You watched through lidded eyes as he made his way down your body. His little kisses down your belly lit embers within your core. Intensely holding your gaze, he positioned himself on his knees between your thighs.

He tucked one of his arms up under your leg to hold your thigh still and pulled both of your legs over his shoulders. You could feel his hot breath ghosting against your wet heat. He pressed a sweet kiss against your pussy before his tongue darted out to taste you. Each stroke against you was calculated. He started by skillfully cleaning up the mess he left behind to then gently slipping two fingers inside your used hole. The sensation was leaving you a mewling, squirming mess. You writhed beneath him as his tongue worked in rhythmic patterns against your clit. You were so focused on the pleasure, you didn't even mind the way his beard rubbed harshly against your skin.

"Don't stop," You moaned and tangled your fingers in his dark hair. Your wish was his command; he kept his digits pumping in and out of you steadily, his tongue working overtime to please you. Your legs shook uncontrollably against him. Your chest heaved with each strained breath you took. There was an urgency in the whines that fell from your mouth, there was no denying you were getting close.

"Cum for me, Darling."

It was a command, but the edge had left his voice. His words rumbled against your swollen cunt. Fuck. It was just enough to push you hard over the edge. You unraveled under his tongue. White hot lightning shockwaves shot through you, back arching, body convulsing as your thighs tightened around John's head. Your vision blacked out momentarily as you rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

With a final lick against your soaked folds, he rose up from his position on the floor and kissed his way up to your lips. As he kissed you, soft and slow, you could feel your wetness on his beard and taste the saltiness of yourself on his lips. He collapsed beside you, reaching out to hold your hand.  You were both heavy breathing messes. This was the John that you recognized. He had managed to include a bit of almost everything you asked of him, and then some. How you got so lucky, you didn't know.

[moonastrogirl]

Rahu and Ketu

Credit @moonastrogirl

Rahu and Ketu come both from the same body. Rahu is the dragon’s head and Ketu is the dragon’s body (especially the tail). They are both shadow planets so they BOTH have negative effects no matter the narrative on Rahu being more harmful than Ketu.

If they are in negative houses such as 6th house, 8th house (this house gives mix results, check out comment’s section for more on this house) and 12th house, their energy can be quite useful. Especially if Rahu is in 6th house and Ketu is in 12th house and vice-versa. Those placements give more excellent results than bad ones.

Rahu is about action, Rahu is about heaven, bringing awareness and fighting for what’s right. Rahu has an unstoppable energy. But it has a crazy hunger. It wants more and more each time. And brings changes for the sake of it sometimes. 6th house is daily tasks, daily life, work and enemies. It gives Rahu the perfect playground to make things happen and win against enemies and opponents. Rahu works well also in 1st, 3rd, 10th and 12th house.

Ketu is down to earth, unsatisfied with material things and wants to attain spiritual enlightenment. Ketu is also blind so it cannot see but thanks to its spiritual work and gifts it can see thinks everyone cannot. That’s why 12th house is perfect for it, Ketu gets spiritual enlightenment there and gets strength. Ketu works well too in 3rd, 6th and 9th house.

Ketu ruled people are calm, detached and collected. They have a natural charisma that bring people to them thanks to their calm nature. They have easy access to money and possessions but they are unsatisfied with what they have. They do things with the purpose to get something but they don’t know what. They usually have little energy but they have great business skills and can get wealth easily. They are even like bored with people most of the time. They want what it’s not seen. Been enlightened through spirituality.

Those people make also excellent politicians (Barack Obama, Donald Trump) well known public figures (for humanitarian organisations) or gurus/religious leaders because they are easily loved by the masses. But the negative effect is those people are more than likely overly religious or so worried with spiritual matters to the point it can enslave them and their followers/voters. So even if their intentions can be good they can end up creating issues making people not trust them at the end. They can also feel so numb that they will do anything to feel something : excessive sexual activities, drugs, manipulative tendencies to see how far someone can actually be their follower or puppet. This is the low vibrational energy of Ketu.

Rahu ruled people are the activists (Martin Luther King), innovators (Elon Musk) influencers (Keith Lee) celebrities (Saweetie, Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande) cause Rahu rules technology, internet and fame. The head of the dragon see things. It can see what is happening on earth. It has also an endless hunger. Rahu’s energy is electrifying. These people can gather masses and crowds like no one. They can become internet famous overnight or they often go viral for almost anything. Most of the time their vision is so peculiar and they are really innovative people no matter the field they are in.

Most innovators and activists want change for the greater good but they are met with many opposition. It’s not easy for Rahu’s ruled people to have a solid following except if they are entertainers only then yes they will receive plenty of followers fast and easily. The solution for activists/innovators is to only work for the greater good and have pure intentions only. (Keith Lee is the perfect example of this). Plus they can also become the activists/innovators turning their energy into bad deeds. Becoming a criminal or too greedy that their actions don’t align no more with the greater good. (Aka Elon Musk). This is the low vibrational energy of Rahu.

They both need to mature and evolve to tap into their true potential.

Both Rahu and Ketu can have high qualities and very low tendencies. But their energy is nothing more than pure karma in action. They are the yin and the yang. They both need each other.

Rahu is the crown chakra and Ketu is the root chakra. So if you are Rahu ruled, work on your root chakra, it’s probably weak. And if you are Ketu ruled, work on your crown chakra, it’s probably weak too.

2023 is a Ketu ruled year. It’s a 7 year in numerology which is the number of Ketu so it’s best for each and everyone to work on their spirituality and their belief system. But without falling in the low vibrational energy of Ketu. This year also started with a death sort of energy in astrology and now it’s the rebirth period. So it’s time for everybody to grow into the best version of themselves while having faith in what is meant and waiting for them.

Thank you for reading me and if you enjoyed my post, like it, leave a comment or reblog it. It will mean a lot for me and show me what I do it’s actually helpful to you 💜

Credit @moonastrogirl

[uponawhitehorse13]

Tsubaki Yayoi SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

All the affection, all the time. Also PDA, she's so proud to finally have someone special.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Incredibly supportive in anything you do. Peak friend.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Loves cuddling. Let her be small spoon she is so touch starved.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Dreams of the white picket fence life. Really enjoys when you two cook together.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would take something major for that to happen. It would take a toll on her making her question a lot of things.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Really wants to settle down one day and have a nice little family.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She sometimes behaves like you're made of glass and you need to tell her to calm down.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

One when you meet up for the first time that day and one when you part ways. Always well telegraphed, no surprise hugs. Also one when something good happens.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She actually says it pretty frequently but it's always so genuine and honest you have to stop for a second like "Damn".

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She's good at hiding it but don't push her too far bc she'll snap.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

French. Also lots of little cheek kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She loves children, really wants her own one day. She'd be very nervous about actually having them though.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Actually doesn't like sleeping in. Most mornings are one of you surprising the other with breakfast but her favorite is you both getting up and making breakfast together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddling until sleep. She always falls asleep first.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Very open. Belives communication is incredibly important and doesn't belive in white lies.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She's a saint, but you really REALLY don't want to see her angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She remebers a lot of things but the details all get hidden behind all the fluffy feelings she had at the moment.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first kiss, it's her favorite moment. There was something really special about it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overly protective even if there's no reason for her to be that way. She's just really scared of losing you for some reason.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Puts in a lot of effort. Even though she can afford it she prefers giving very thought out gifts instead of expensive ones.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She will drag you to a lot of really boring events she has to attend as a member of the Yayoi family.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Growing up in a rich family it's second nature for her to keep looks up but if you help her she can relax.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Very much so, really sees you as her other half.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She'll paint you but it will be a very long until she does it. She really needs to find a way to capture who you are.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She does not tolerate a lack of discipline and she WILL take it upon herself to "fix" you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Always sticks really close to you in her sleep, even if it's really hot so sometimes you will wake up all sweaty.

[brightest-stars-if]

It's funny that that other asker thought Isolde would be nice because they played with M!MC and M!Lux!

It's my case too, but since my MC is meek, I immediately got bad vibes from her since she was like "you seem meek, my son is going to get bored of you, get your shit together" haha

I was like "mam, you seem to have some preconceptions I don't like".

Dang, you clocked Isolde fast! She was definitely being overly harsh to a meeker MC, with preconceptions galore. Though to be fair, that attitude isn’t rare at court. Maybe that means many at court aren’t exactly good people 🤔. In any case, good on you for catching on so quickly!

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Hello! Love your fics! <3 I'm saving them all and read when I have my fic reading goblin time and you always deliver.

And I'm sure you've probably done something similar (?) in the past, but my memory ain't that good so I'mma shoot my shot... Maybe tired, angry-by-default Sodo teaching oh-wow-human-body Phantom how does fucking work and he just ends up fucking him himself, maybe weirdly softly (for Sodo)?

I'd love that, but if it's not your vibe, perfectly fine, will look forward to more fics from you!

You sent this weeks ago I’m so sorry it’s so late! I hope you like it 🫶

Trans Dew cunt, clit and pussy used for his anatomy.

Phantom goes flying past Dew, all but throwing his guitar at the poor guitar tech. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, the adrenaline from being on stage making him hyper, jumping around, Babbling away so Loudly he’s basically yelling. 

“Did you see how many people in the audience had paint just like papa? Wait, holy shit, did you see Mountain? He was so sweaty at the end, is he always like that? I can’t Imagine how hot he gets drumming for that long, I’m so glad I’m on guitar…”

Dew tunes him out with a sigh. Normally Phantom’s excitement would be something he shared, the stage adrenaline would be pumping through his veins just the same, but today he was tired. A bad nights sleep, he was still trying to get use to sleeping without Aether, paired with him triggering an old knee injury, had made him irritable. He was desperate to get out of the claustrophobic halls of the venue and into the hotel, into a hot bath and into the no doubt overly   Washed and stiff bedsheets. 

“Did you see Swiss vaping? Do you think we’d be allowed to on stage? Although I don’t think I’d have the time, you know? Hands are always busy.”

Dew rolls his eyes at the excited ghoul, briefly wondering how he was even breathing with how fast he was talking. 

“Oh, did you see that person in the audience crying? I hope they were good tears and not bad tears, I don’t think we were that shit for someone to be crying bad tears though. I hope anyway, it’s kinda hard to hear ourselves on stage, you know? So we might have been shit and not even known it? Do you think-“ 

“Phantom!” Dew snaps, maybe a little more harsh then he was intending. “Satan below, do you ever shut the fuck up?” 

Phantom laughs at him, throwing his head back. 

“Not really. You know, back in the pits my mother use to say-“ 

He gets cut off by Dew pining him up against the wall with a harsh glare. 

“I’m telling you now, shut the fuck up.” 

“B-but I-“ He’s cut off again by Dew pushing him harder onto the wall, pushing two fingers against his lips. 

“No. No more. You don’t get to say another word until I say you can.” 

Dew watches as Phantom’s eyes widen and deep blush creeps up over his cheeks and feels him nod under his hands. 

“Now, are you going to listen to me?” 

Phantom audibly gasps, nodding once again, the blush on his cheeks going down to his neck. 

Dew takes a step back, releasing Phantom from where he had him pinned, raising an eyebrow when Phantom doesn’t move, just says leaning against the wall, panting. 

“I knew you could listen, good boy.” Dew beams proudly at him. 

Phantom's eyes flutter at the praise, his breath hitching. 

Dews smile turns evil, looking at him like he was a mouse under the predatory gaze of a cat. It makes Phantom run hot, heat flushing through his body and swirling in his belly like lava. 

“Now, let’s see if you can listen again.” He brushes a few stay hairs from Phantom’s eyes. “I want you to go to my dressing room, undress, and lay down on the sofa, okay?” 

Phantom looks at him with big doe eyes and nods again, fumbling and tripping over his feet as he tries to get them to move.  Dew gives him a bored look, watching Phantom trip over the air. 

“Well move then. Hurry up!” 

Phantom stumbles down the hall, letting out a small a small squeak. 

“And don’t even think about touching yourself.” Dew calls after him. 

“Yes sir.” Phantom whimpers, so quietly Dew could hardly hear it. 

And yeah, maybe, Dew had said he wasn’t allowed to speak, but the way that ‘yes sir’ had heat pooling in his belly and slick dampening his underwear, maybe he could let him off with it. 

Dew gives it a handful of seconds, just enough time for Phantom to do what he said, before he follows. 

Walking into the dressing room he’s met with the sight of Phantom stretched out on the sofa, fully naked, just like he’d asked, his cock resting hard and proud between his narrow hips. Dew smiles and let’s out a proud chuff noticing Phantoms clothes are neatly folded on the floor next to the sofa. 

He runs a gentle finger up Phantom's, watching as his muscles twitch under the touch.

“Good boy, did everything I asked so well.” He praises. Phantom’s cock jumps at the praise, a sticky stream leaking from the tip and pooling on his belly. He his lip, watching Dew completely ignore his cock, his finger jumping from his thigh to his belly, scratching at the skin.  Phantom whines, belly fluttering at the touch, and he looks at Dew owlishly. He opens his mouth to spew but the look Dew give his has him snapping his jaw shut so loudly the sound of his teeth  clashing together echos around the room.  “Remember what I said, Phantom. Not a word.”  Phantom  nervously plays this his bottom lip with his finger. “But I-“  Dew cuts him off by grabbing his face, squeezing his cheeks just a touch on the painful side. “You can’t fucking listen, can you? I thought you’d be a good boy for me?” 

Phantom squeezes his eyes closed, desperately hoping that Dew doesn’t see the tears welling. 

Dew scoffs and squeezes his cheeks harder. 

“You’re going to cry now? This is your own fault, you just needed to keep your mouth closed, but you couldn’t even do that.” 

Phantom’s feels a lump in his throat rise, feeling his throat constrict as he tries to swallow down a sob. 

Dew watches as Phantom’s bottom lip wobbles and he takes a wobbly breath. 

“Satan, you’re pathetic.” 

“I’m sorry-Dew-sir-I’m trying.”

Dew shakes his head, releasing Phantom’s face from his grasp. 

“And you’re still not fucking listening to me.” He click his tongue. “I should leave you here, leave you naked and hard for someone to find and you’ll have to explain to them that you weren’t good enough for me to fuck.” 

There are tears leaking steadily down Phantom’s cheeks and he lets out a hiccuped breath. The calmness in Dew’s voice sets him on edge, it would be easier if he was yelling and throwing him around the room, but the calm and collected look on his face made it hard to guess his next move.

To his surprise, Dew shimmies out of his jeans and underwear, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. Phantom can’t help licking his lips at the sight of Dew’s bare pussy, folds glistening with slick in the low light. 

Dew straddles his chest, thumb running over Phantom’s saliva wet bottom lip. 

“Open your mouth. It shouldn’t be hard for you seeing as you’ve not shut it since we got off stage.” 

Phantom mouth drops open without him even thinking about it. “If you do a good job and make me cum, maybe I’ll sit somewhere else and let you cum.” 

With that, Dew plants himself on Phantom’s open mouth. He sits, fully sits, no hovering, on his face, like he means nothing to him. Phantom can’t help but moan as the salty, tangy, taste of Dew’s cunt hits his tongue, surrounds his senses, suffocates him. 

Phantom grabs at Dew’s thighs, pulling him further into his face as Dew starts rolling his hip down, riding his face. He moans, unable to help himself, feeling his cock twitching on his belly as Dew uses him. He laps at Dew’s entrance, feeling slick coat his tongue and moans again into Dews cunt at the taste. 

Dew fists at Phantom’s hair, pulling hard, watching as Phantom’s eyes roll back, feeling him moan into his pussy. He can’t help moaning himself, feeling Phantom licking onto him with a strong tongue. It’s wet and mess, Phantoms making slick sucking sounds, he can feel spit soaking his thighs. 

He rolls his hips down harder, his clit bumping against Phantom’s nose and they both moan in unison, the sound vibrating right through Dew, making him moan again, throwing his head back. 

“That’s it, just like that, good boy.” 

Phantom moans onto his cunt again, his eyes fluttering shut and he grabs harder at Dew’s thighs, pulling him onto his face even harder. Dew ride his face not caring if Phantom can breathe, grinding his clit into his nose as Phantom licks into him, moaning each time Dew grinds down into him.  “That it, I’m so close, baby.” Dew pants, his hips rolling down faster, desperately grinding his entire cunt into his face.

“Keep going, just like that, I’m gunna-I’m gunna cum.” Dew moans, high pitched and feminine,and it goes straight to Phantom’s cock, more pre leaking from the tip and pooling on his already messy belly.   He pulls at his hair harder, pulling his face into his pussy and he pants. “Yes, yes, im-oh- I’m cumming-cumming-ah-“ 

He moans, more screams, and he cums, gushing all over Phantom’s face.  Phantom feels him tighten around his tongue and this whole body shakes as his face gets soaks with Dews release. He tries to lick up as much as he can, creating a wet slurping sound. Dew comes down, his moans dying down as his thighs stop shaking and let’s out a laugh, throwing his head back. 

“I need to use your mouth more often.” He pants, climbing off with shaky legs. He pulls his underwear and jeans pack on, looking down at Phantom. 

Phantom looks at him with wide, wet eyes, his whole face soaked with Dew’s release. It drips from his chin and his lips and he lick his lips, moaning a little at the taste. 

“What? Dew-you said I could- after you-after I made you-“

 “Oh sweetheart.” Dew fake pouts down at him. “I said maybe.”