#part two maybe

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My goodness THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ADULT!ATREUS X FREYA'SDAUGHTER!READER, YOU MADE MY NIGHT. YOU ARE A GENIUS

Thank you ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

OF COURSE OMG I LOVED WRITING IT! THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST! I SAW YOUR REBLOG AND IM SO GLAD I WAS ABLE TO WRITE IT HOW YOU IMAGINED IN YOUR HEAD!

I really appreciate you so much! I loved the request and I’m so sorry it took a bit to write, but I’m so glad you enjoyed it in the end! I hope to write a part 2 maybe sometime where their relationship is actually beginning, because you deserve to see it actually happen <3

Again so glad I was able to write this for you and that you were happy with the results, please have a lovely night!!!!

[jakeperalta]

I'm curious. what job would you do if money was no object (you just automatically had an income you could live comfortably on)? including work like volunteering, studying etc. please share in the tags :)

[mizgnomer]

Parallels - Good Omens Seasons One & Two - Part One

Links to [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ] [ Part Four ] [ Part Five ]

[egophiliac]

crossing my fingers and wishing upon every star that chapter 10 finally brings us the tweel cards 🤞🤞

[cobbbvanth]

star wars, but it’s just the memes

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader, some very brief mentions of porn tropes like stepcest and teacher/student, isagi talking about watching porn lol, no real smut in this just plot lol, 18+

isagi is very Boy in this lol

✮ wc ; 1.8k (????)

✮ synopsis ; isagi assumes that the similarities between you and the girl in his favorite amateur masturbation video is complete coincidence

At 19, Isagi found what would be his one and only favorite porn video.

For the record - Isagi considers himself a mostly respectable guy. In terms of degeneracy, he probably falls on the scale of average / vanilla with some other random fetishes here and there.

But it's tame, and he doesn't really watch porn very often if at all.

Truthfully, he doesn't have the same amount of time to masturbate as he used to and after having a long-term(ish) girlfriend - he would rather have sex to relieve his urges if possible.

He's not a saint though. If he's off-season and free and horny, he'll turn on his side in bed and peruse the front pages of whatever website he's feeling at the moment and try to find something to jerk off too.

He doesn't have very strong preferences and he's consistent - if nothing else. He's usually rotating between the same three porn stars he's liked since his adolescence and the same few projects they've done since then.

(If he is watching something new he leans towards liking stepmom and son and sometimes teacher/student. His favorite video from a porn actress is the one where she's lactating, but even in his mid-twenties, he'd rather not unpack that)

The same goes for hentai, when he watches it.

Of all things though, and of all videos - Isagi's favorite video is the one he watched first when he was nineteen.

And it's always been that one he comes back too.

Nineteen was an interesting year for Isagi - both in relation to his career and personal life. He was riding the high of newfound success as Japan's sweetheart athlete.

And he was knee-deep in pining for you, a friend he's liked since he started middle school.

(Which he's yet to get over even, even at twenty-four)

It was during winter of that year. One of the last times he would stay with his parents during the end of the year. The two of you had spent Christmas eve and Christmas together. After staying over for a sleep over for a few days, you'd went back home with a promise to hang out again during New Years.

Violently pent-up from five years of one-sided pining coupled with the casual intimacy of your close friendship - Isagi popped a boner after seeing the panties you ended up forgetting in his bathroom and stumbled back to his room in the dark to take care of it.

And then, like some kind of fiend, he typed solo female masturbation into the search engine of his favorite porn site (one of the ones that hosts amateur stuff.)

Then he scrolled. Scrolled, and scrolled, and scrolled until he found something of interest.

Just anything wasn't gonna cut it, of course.

He really wasn't looking for an actress that looked like you. Like he said, he's about average on the degeneracy scale and it hadn't occurred to him it was something he could even do. He just needed someone nameless and faceless that could even kind of measure up to what level of horny you made him feel with no effort.

It took him about twenty minutes of scrolling after getting roughly seven pages deep. He'd clicked four thumbnails to scrub through only to be disappointed and go back, before he finally found a video he wanted to watch past the first minute.

The video itself was beyond random. It only had about 3,000 views at the time of him watching it the first time (and over the course of these last few years has climbed about 4,021.)

There was nothing identifying on the profile that Isagi could check out, nor in the video. It'd been filmed in a hotel, on a white bed with white sheets. Nothing else gave any details about the person and the whole thing was shot from the neck down. All the clothes in the video were also not very specifc. A pair of white ankle socks, a pair of shorts (teal with embroidered cartoon dogs from tutu-anna, a Japanese bra company. Yes, he did look it up afterwards to see if he could figure anything out), and a plain white shirt - cropped at the waist.

The toy was a regular hitachi vibrator wand, the wireless kind. The video was about phone quality, from what he can tell.

He isn't sure what exactly was so captivating about that video right away. What compelled him to watch it over others. It was edited with text at the beginning - a text being apologetic if the video audio wasn't the best. That'd been the main thing, he thinks.

Despite everything being from the neck down, the one thing Isagi could not help but notice was not appearance but specifically how much the girl in the video sounded like you.

She didn't talk except to cuss once, but she moaned in a way that felt so accurate to your voice Isagi nearly came without touching his dick at all.

After that he was hooked.

The first time he watched it he came in two minutes and got hard again before the video's twenty-one minute and fourty-seven second run time ran out. He jerked off again after that, playing it one more time in full.

Isagi has never recovered from seeing it. He could probably put it together frame by frame based on how many times he's watched it. He knows every breath, every moan, every pass of hips. It's been nearly five years and whenever he needs to rub one out - he'll pull it up.

He'd also fundamentally - developed a weird parasocial connection to said actress in the video. Over time and a lot of post nut clarity analysis, there were so many overlapping details in how you sounded and how you looked - that Isagi started subconsciously thinking about the actress in a different light.

In a partial attempt to get over you he assumes.

The point is that Isagi is a little bit obsessed with that niche video and he hasn't found anything that scratched the itch for him since. He also hasn't managed to get over his crush on you either - so the wires of his brain are tangled to the point of being fried. It's hard for him to explain.

Anyhow.

Despite the similarities, Isagi doesn't ever actually think that actress could be you.

After all, you're his best friend. He'd know if you ever tried to jump start a porn career, wouldn't he?

So he thought.

Until Isagi incidentally sees you naked and knows right away. Right away that it is, indeed you.

All things considered, it's actually more surprising this is the first time Isagi has seen you naked on accident. You've grown pretty comfortable with each other and you bathing at his place isn't unheard of.

He was tired from practice, so he wasn't really thinking about knocking when he went to the bathroom despite knowing you were home. He assumed you would be in one of the upstairs rooms or in the basement watching TV like always.

Not in his bathroom, completely naked as you finish drying yourself off with a towel.

It's a little scary how quickly he realizes it. And even scarier how quick his dick responds to that fact. It feels like his brain is going to scramble into eggs if he doesn't do something about the situation soon so he says what comes to his mind first.

"You were in an amateur porn video, weren't you?"

Fuck.

Your face pales like you've seen a ghost. "What?!"

Isagi closes the door behind him. His heart is racing. He's going to lose his mind. His parasocial porn crush and current real crush being the same person is doing so much damage to his brain he can barely control his thoughts.

"I didn't know it was you until just now," He says, voice dry and thick and heavy. He's panting, practically. You're still naked, and frozen still. He can't form a coherent string of thought. "White socks, teal shorts and white tank. With the hitachi. It's your video, isn't it?"

You must be just as flabbergasted as him because you actually reply.

"Y-yes but how...?"

"I didn't find it on purpose, it was years ago like - five years ago which is forever, and I really didn't know it was you and—" He takes a deep, shaky breath. "I'm the one who keeps watching so it was easy to figure out."

"You're..."

"I've watched it so much," Isagi recites, losing his mind more and more. "So much I could practically draw it from memory and I even developed this weird thing for—but it was you the entire time, it was you—"

"H-how do you feel about it then?" You blurt out, just as flustered. You cover yourself with a towel slowly as you say it. "A-are you disgusted...or?"

His eyes go wide. "Wha—no! No of course not, not at all. The opposite really, I feel like I used up all of my luck for the rest of my life and I might actually die tomorrow but it wasn't.... I'm not disillusioned with the fact it's you just....surprised. Pleasantly surprised, it's really..."

A silence falls over you both. His heard is banging against his ribs so hard it's the only thing he can hear.

"It sounds like you're happy about it,"

Isagi is definitely losing his shit. "I am. I've liked you for a long time so it—"

He runs a hand through his hair and swears. "Shit, I don't—no, I do like you I just didn't want to confess like this but..."

"Me too," You supply, flushing. Isagi snaps his gaze up and looks at you and you're being all fucking shy. "I like you too,"

He's definitely going to get hit by a car or something tomorrow.

It's silent for a while.

"Well, you've seen me do that but I've never seen you," Your voice is so thick with lust it makes Isagi's knees feel weak. "So....maybe I could go to your room and you could show me,"

He closes his eyes and silently thanks every religions figure he can possible think of off the top of his head before nodding stiffly.

"Y-yeah... yeah that's only fair, I think."

More silence.

"You should uh... also maybe run over to get condoms,"

Isagi fist pumps in his head. He's the luckiest bastard in all of Japan. On Earth. He nods, suppressing a shiver as red runs to the tips of his ears.

"Yeah, I'll do go do that first..."

"See you upstairs when you get back?"

His dick is going to fucking explode trying to get condoms but he'll hold on for dear life. He clears his throat, beet red.

"Yeah... see you upstairs."

thought of a porn plot so convoluted

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna Dyes His Hair

You were just teasing him.

"Pink like a petite little rose."

"Shut it."

They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.

"Pink like a sweet strawberry."

"Strawberries are red."

Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.

"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.

"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes. 

Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.

Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.

He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.

It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.

After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression. 

You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.

"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.

You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?

“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks. 

It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then. 

You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.

"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.

"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?" 

[poempaw]

specify which and bonus points if you say why!

[seasononesam]

Supernatural (2005-2020) // Gravity Falls (2012-2016)

[keferon]

Monster hunter au part 9

I wanted to cook a bit more fluff before I get back to drama hehe

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[oddly-charmed]

Okay, you’ve heard of pillow talk and talking someone through getting fucked, but have you considered the beautiful intimacy of someone talking you through dying. Like- you’re bleeding out with your head resting in someone’s lap, and instead of trying to stop the blood or help, they just run their fingers through your hair, maybe lightly touch their fingertips to the edge of the wound, softly telling you that it’s going to be okay. Dying happens to everyone, it’s normal to be a little nervous, but you do it so well and so beautifully. It’s alright to let go. You can relax. I’ll take care of everything, you don’t have to worry your pretty little head. It’s okay if your eyelids get a little heavy, you can go ahead and close them. Or, better yet, I can close them for you, yeah? It’s too much work to do it yourself, I understand — you just have to leave it all to me.

And they hover their blood stained hand over your mouth just to feel your breathing get all slow and shallow, reminding you of all the things you won’t have to worry about. Besides, isn’t this the best way to die? In the arms of someone who’s there through every step of it, whispering sweet nothings, promising that they’ll take such good care of you once you’re gone. Telling you all the things they’re going to do with your body, softly groping you, making sure you feel good and safe in your final moments.

[puppyeared]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization

[justaz]

lol arthur realizes with the other knights after watching merlin flirt and being hit with a wave of deja vu: holy shit you asked me out

merlin and the rest of the knights around a campfire after leaving a village bc lancelot and leon somehow started a brawl in the tavern: ???

arthur points at merlin: after valiant! you asked me to buy you a drink! you were asking me out!

merlin is busy cooking dinner and confused out of his fucking mind: what???…..valiant….oh the knight with the snakes.

gwaine who was slightly tipsy now stone cold sober and sitting up straight against a tree: wait. explain. what do you mean merlin asked you out??

arthur snaps his fingers as he recalls the memory: i apologized for sacking you and you said that if i bought you a drink we’d be even.

merlin now remembering how he had stumbled into camelot, picked a fight with a pigheaded bully which quickly turned homoerotic and flirtatious, and continued their teasing-flirting for days before merlin shot his shot and asked the prince out only to be rejected: oh yeah, i forgot i did that…..wait, you mean you didnt realize what i was asking?

arthur: no?? we argued everyday, how was i supposed to realize you were asking me out??

merlin now abandoning the dinner and staring across the camp at arthur while the rest of the knights watch their back and forth like a game of tennis: to you we were arguing, to me that was very much flirting. i thought you were flirting back so i decided to ask you. then you rejected me

arthur, mentally beating his past self up for fucking up their chance: i didn’t reject you!!! i just didn’t realize what you were asking me. how was i meant to? we fought every chance we got

leon, nudging elyan, glee and excitement riling through him: its happening!!! its finally happening!!! seven long, grueling years is finally paying off!!!

merlin, realizing the misunderstanding and acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t rejected, his flirtations just weren’t noticed - realizing he still has a chance: oh…oh i see. arthur, my dear, our fights were extremely flirtatious. need i remind you of what you said? “do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to teach you?” or “i could take you apart with one blow”

arthur, mental capabilities at an all time low: m…my dear….?????????

merlin grinning devilishly as he realizes that his flirtatious persona he had hidden away after falling head over heels for arthur can make a come back: that is what i called you. should i call you something else? say…mine?

percival gags in elyan’s ear: cheesy

elyan hides a laugh: at least they’re finally getting somewhere. better than the hopeless pining

arthur, flushed from head to toe: ah uh no um im uh

merlin thoroughly enjoying himself: oh come now, your majesty. use your words.

[miguxadraws]

teaching pomni how to dance

what type of music would they dance to? i dont even know! but i think dancing with your partner or teaching them how to dance is the peak of wholesomeness!! actually adorable...

astral circus AU belongs to @chelledoggo

[iamhereinthebg]

Some old or/and unfinished tbhk stuff

[blueberrybeomgyu]

perv classmate!beomgyu drabble *ೃ༄

+*:🍪:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni, mentions of pillow/desk humping, masturbation, beomgyu kinda has stalker tendences but it's nothing serious he just likes looking at you, he also has sub tendeces bc that's the way my account rolls ong / masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *

classmate!beomgyu who stares at you from across the lecture hall, his pants tightening at the way your eyebrows furrow when you're focused, how your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek, how you carefully apply your lipgloss, and god how sticky your lips look after, it gets him feeling insane, but he can't tear his eyes away, willing his hips to stay still under his desk where they're threatening to grind against the air

and it's so embarrassing, he has to carefully choose a seat that's not near a lot of people, so no one has to witness his fucked-out state just from looking at you, but he has to be close enough that he can admire the way your hair frames your face.

you never look at him, probably don't even know he exists, but he thinks about you the rest of the day, in his remaining classes, in the food court when he's supposed to be hanging with his friends, and when he finally gets back to his apartment, he can't even make it to his room, nearly tripping over his pants in a hurry to get them off, and he collapses on the couch, hand stuffed in his boxers and fisting his cock roughly, daydreaming about the sticky kisses you'd leave around his neck

he needs you soo bad, it's gotten to the point where his hand isn't enough, grinding desperately on pillows, on the corner of his desk, on the arm of the couch, but it's never enough, even if he gets off, he's thinking about you again almost immediately, hard and insatiable

he starts failing his class because he's never paying attention, always distracted by you, but he knows you excel at the subject -- your answers are always right when you raise your hand, and you've gotten plenty of compliments from the professor during class.

he knows you take a minute to leave the classroom afterward, waiting patiently until the professor is done talking to pack up your things. you're never in a hurry to leave, and beomgyu wonders if you'd be that patient with him. he hangs around like he usually does, stealing glances to watch you pack your supplies, how you put certain things in certain pockets, and catches up to you just as youre walking out the door

he stutters around a greeting and almost forgets what he was planning to say when you smile brightly at him, glossy lips shining and tempting. he struggles to get the words out, but he gets there, explaining how he's been struggling in the subject, and wants to know if you'd ever have the time to tutor him. his jaw almost drops to the ground when you say yes kindly, that you can help him whenever. you give him your number, and he gives you his apartment address, and tries to act very normal about the smell of your vanilla perfume, so potent with you right next to him.

when you guys are settled around his coffee table, he tries to wrap his head around the fact that you're in his space, taking up room in his home. he tries his best to listen as you teach him, soaking up the praising words you give him when he gets answers right -- "you're so good at this, you have nothing to worry about." and yes, you are so patient with him when he gets them wrong, telling him "good try, you'll get it next time, yeah?"

you guys set up a date for next session, and beomgyu watches you round the corner to leave his apartment building for your "safety" but he really just can't take his eyes off you, and when you're out of sight, he's hurrying back into his apartment, claiming the spot you were just sitting in, nearly moaning at how strong your perfume is, still hanging in the air as he fucks his fist dumbly, imagining how you'd praise him, how your "good try" would be condescending, teasing if you saw the way he's been struggling to cum.

but the strong scent of you in his living room gets him there, pulling multiple orgasms out of himself cause he just can't stop, can't get you out of his mind no matter what he does.

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a/n : longer one for u guys since it's the weekend, hopefully next friday i can post a full fic cause im currently working on like four lol, trying to get on a lil bit of a schedule so i don't run out of content tehe <3