#picking 3 was nearly impossible 😭

[bloodfin]

Happy Fan Friday 💚 who are three blogs you really like and would recommend?

#more hype less hate

hi friend!

this is so lovely, you're such a light!

so not a blog rec per se, because i'm not sure if they're on tumble or not but longwalkoffashortpier on ao3 has some beautiful fics! a very long and very excellent SwissDew fic, some great Phantom is new and inexperienced fics, just all around a wonderful writer so if anyone isn't familiar, check out their work!

next i'd say people should check out @midnight-moth-draws because tumble is the world's biggest hater and never shows their art blog posts!! shame, honestly, because their drawings are so, so beautiful! (and hop over to their main to read theeeee most beautiful belltom fic, makes my heart do the tha-thunk thing ough)

and last but most certainly not least, everyone should go check out @anotherbananasong ! tumble really is the biggest art blog hater and zapped the original account, but they've got so many lovely art pieces and stories!

this fandom is amazing and full of absolutely amazing creators (you included!!!!) and i hope everyone can enjoy the space and have fun 🤍 have the beautiful day you deserve!

[myouicieloz]

sub!giselle begging to eat reader out and being left pussydrunk ‼️ love your work siss

Pretty please

Aeri Uchinaga x 5thmember!reader

Warnings: smut.

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: te amo laroca <3 obrigada por me apoiar nas minhas esquisitices mais malucas e sempre sempre me fazer rir. vc nem deve ver isso mas esse smut meia boca (daquele jeito vc sabe😭) vai pra vc. e tbm eu fiz dom!giselle pq n é vc que manda eu q mando.

ps: I’ve kinda combined those two asks together so I hope you don’t mind, anon ^^

“Hey Aeri, do you want to watch some movies?” You ask, just as Aeri is headed to the kitchen. She smiles at you, nodding as she approaches the massive sofa.

“Sure, baby.” Her eyes travel to the dark corridor before pulling you into her lap, making sure none of the girls would stop by and ruin the moment.

Instead of the so-promised vacation, your group was stuck with full days of schedules and oversea fan meetings, on top of each girl’s solo projects. With that, it’s been the first time in weeks you and Giselle managed to be alone, in peace for the dark hours of the night before being busy all over again.

“Can I pick?” You both know it’s not an actual question— your hands are already reaching out for the remote, but Aeri hums anyway, content on having you so close by.

You smile as your favorite movie shows up on the massive TV screen, happy to watch your comfort animation after a tiring week. Snuggling beside your girlfriend, you feel cozy and safe, embraced by her strong her arms. You’re nearly falling asleep when you feel Aeri’s hands inside your shirt, caressing your waist with a look you know too well.

“Aeri…” You whine, nudging her faintly— even though she barely moves, much stronger than you are. “Come on, stop. I want to pay attention to the movie.”

She blocks your view from the screen completely, hands still on your waist and an adorable pout on her face. You look away, well aware your girlfriend can get you to do anything with that look.

“Please, Y/n. You know how stressful this week has been.” She pleads, pecking your lips. You keep them shut, but it doesn’t take long for you to melt under Aeri’s touch. “I need you, baby… pretty please?”

You sigh, trying to hide your smirk once you allow your girlfriend to kiss you deeply, licking and tugging on your lips like she’s never had a taste of you before. Her hands reach for the hem of your sweatpants, but you stop her fingers from wandering further.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, the girls might see us if we stay here…” You grab her wrist, biting your lip. You’d be too ashamed to ever face your bandmates’ faces if that ever happened.

Aeri brushes her nose against your neck, giggling when she feels you shiver under her. Her smile deepens, and her voice sounds proud as she answers you. “But don’t you want to watch the movie, baby? They won’t barge in, don’t worry.” Her hands squeeze your thighs, then, petty to not have you agree to her wishes without complaints. “You just have to be quiet. Can you do that? Be quiet for me?”

She’s able to get you to do everything with that tone, and she makes good use of that. With a subtle move, she places her body over yours, one hand setting up the volume of the movie with the remote while the other one begins to lift up your shirt, letting out a satisfied hum once you quickly finish the job yourself, now naked under your girlfriend’s touch.

Aeri’s clothes are off in a second, too, and her hands assault your body once again. Her long nails scratch down your hips, hands groping everywhere, making their way to reach out for your boobs. By then, you’re a whimpering mess, struggling to stay still in the cushions as she pinches and twists your nipples rather harshly —just how you like it, making your mission of staying quiet nearly impossible.

“I knew you wouldn’t make it.” Giselle laughs, hands on your thighs to bring your pussy closer to hers. “You’re too loud, baby. I love it.”

She stays still for a moment, brushing her hair out of her face to admire your body. Her eyes, ever so greedy, go all the way from your skin— slightly reddened by the work she had done with her nails, to your pussy, already glistening with the thought of being touched by the Uchinaga.

You don’t look away, too proud of having her look at you with such desire. She lowers her head, then, and _spits_, her saliva coating your wet pussy. Aeri spreads it generously with her thumb, making a show of fingering your pussy in a slow, deep rhythm. You no longer care about the movie, biting your hand in attempts of keeping your breathless moans to yourself. In fact, you're so focused you barely register how your girlfriend takes one of your legs against herself, positioning your cunts together until she lowers her body and your pussy touches hers.

“Aeri— oh _fuck_” You grasp, reaching out for her bare back. Your long nails scratch her skin relentlessly, mind long lost in the sea of sensations she was making you feel.

She rolls her hips, voice echoing loud through the room as your clits touch. You’ve now realized how touch-starved for your girlfriend you were. Aeri she holds you by the waist, placing wet kisses on your neck while her cunt pulsates on top of yours, and the friction is more than enough to radiate that insatiable feeling from your lower abdomen through all your body, making you nearly come in the spot. Your girlfriend’s own moans are loud, nothing short of pornographic; she rolls her eyes, breathless and lost in her own pleasure, too.

Once again, your pussy slides onto hers, in a faster rhythm. It’s enough to drive you crazy, mumbling and whining for her to not stop, to go even faster, to not let go of you…

Aeri revels in seeing you fall apart under her touch. Eager to get those unholy sounds out of you, her fingers reach out for your clit, still focused on brushing her dripping cunt in yours. It’s a mere presence, barely circling your numb bud at all— yet it’s enough to send a wave of shock to your body.

“A-Aeri, oh fuck!” You arch your back, doing everything possible to get your pussy closer to hers. Your pleasure is strong, building up in the pitch of your stomach too quickly, but Aeri stops her movements as soon as she registers the way you tense: a clear sign you’re about to cum. “Hm? Baby? Why’d you stop?” You ask, voice small and uncertain, even though you’ve just had your orgasm ruined. You can’t act defiant towards her, not when her weight is pressing you under her body, and her strong muscles are doing all the work. The only thing you feel is how upset you are, unable to talk back or scold the Uchinaga, deep in your headspace.

She knows your body with the palm of her hand. As soon as your breathing had become quick, and you had your eyebrows furrowed, Aeri knew you were close. Laughing at your confusion, she purposefully alternates between masturbating your pussy then hers, without rush.

“Do you see this, Y/n?” She asks, caressing your neck to guide your head downward, towards the sight of both of your pussies, red and puffy from the friction. “My oh my, how pretty we are.” One of her hands squeezes your breasts hard, before giving both of them light slaps.

In a swift motion, her hands circle your waist, switching positions so you’re half-seated on top of her abdomen, instead. You look at her with a confused frown, tilting your head a bit to the side.

“Sit on my face, please?” She pleads, cupping your ass to reaffirm her words. You do as told, resting your hands on top of the sofa before nodding. You’d do anything to cum, head clouded by the thought of relief— and Aeri knows it. It’s what makes her smile, breath hot under you, as she hovers her mouth through all of your cunt. “God, I’ve missed your taste so much.”

You lean your head back, movements led by Aeri’s strong hands on your thighs as you bite your lip so strongly you feel the metallic taste going down your throat.

“You could’ve just… said so…” You’re breathless, yet your tone still holds a certain grudge to it. “I’ve been dying to touch you, do anything with you all week.” You roll your eyes, then, swirling your hips on her tongue rather harshly. She deserved it, for not paying enough attention to you during so many days. “If you only looked at me at all…”

An uninvited scream leaves your lips once you feel your ass being spanked. Aeri growls, satisfied with your reaction, and slaps your ass once, twice again.

“Shut up and cum.” She demanded, groping your skin so tightly it would certainly bruise.

You should’ve complained; Aeri’s harsh tone and impatient words were not like familiar to you at all. Yet, all you could do was moan loudly, going crazy by your girlfriend’s tongue lapping on your entrance as her nose hit your clit repeatedly. You find yourself desperate, shoving your face onto her without a care about your girlfriend. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to mind; if anything, she was truly starved, taking you in.

You could also feel it— from the way she held you by the hips, to the satisfied moans she let out every couple of seconds, too. This was as much for your pleasure as it was for hers, you both knew so.

It was all too good. Aeri’s tongue was all over your pussy, making a true show of gathering all of your sex to herself— letting her mouth be used for your pleasure only. As moments passed, you could no longer fight the pleasure building up in your abdomen, eager for release.

“M’ gonna c—“ You had no time to warn your girlfriend, falling apart in her mouth. She held you once your body began to shake, lewd sounds coming out of your mouth along with incoherent mumbles.

Aeri happily collected all of your juices, careful to not suck on your clit. She had no plans of overstimulating you; she’d save it for someday you were able to truly enjoy yourselves, taking her time to prepare your body.

Although seeing you drunk on your orgasm, crying like a little bitch was a heavenly sight, one she deeply missed.

“I’ll never get tired of your taste.” She smiled, pulling you into her lap once you’d calmed down. You hummed, trying not to pay her much attention while her sultry mouth placed kisses on your chest. “I missed you too much, baby… come on, don’t be difficult. You’ve been busy, too.”

Her words are truthful enough to make you sigh, grabbing her face with both hands. Her mouth is glistening, still filled with your arousal, and her bangs are messy, as if the wind had blown it up— you’ve never seen a prettier sight.

You wish you could have her all to yourself, forever.

“I love you.” It’s all you answer. Your thumb travels her lips— now rosy and slightly swollen, and you spread your arousal even more before giving Aeri another kiss; slow and passionate, just like she had done to you earlier on.

She smiles back, motioning to the movie playing on the TV. “And I love you more, baby. Now, let’s watch the movie? No funny business this time, I promise.”

You smile back, nodding. “Sure. Movie it is.”

Soon enough, your clothes were back on, and you were once again curled up with your girlfriend, now feeling much more relaxed and happy.

“Fucking finally! I’ve been wanting to get water for ages.” You hear Minjeong mumble, passing through the living room with her hands half-covering her eyes, afraid of seeing too much.

Before Aeri speaks up, Karina and Ningning’s screams are heard too, complaining from their rooms about how the two of you were gross and would have to do a massive cleaning session at the dorm, later.

Mortified, all you do is hide your face in the crook of Aeri’s neck, jokingly slapping her arm because she keeps laughing, content with how her day went.

[badaseyebags]

private lessons ⋆｡°✩ chapter 3 ⟢

fluff, suggestive, smut in upcoming chapters

warnings: bada is a tease, the power dynamics are still very much obvious, age gap, bada, just bada.

word count: approx 1,7k

authors note: aaaaah it's finally here don't ask me what happened 😭 this one sucks butt, but i promise i'll try to update more often if anyone is still interested 🫶🏻🫶🏻 -🍞

you spent the rest of your weekend huddled up in bada’s sweater, consuming the subject you were supposed to be learning all along, eating it up as if you were starved for knowledge. truth is, you were. but you were more starved for her attention, attention you’d get from her if you improve your performance in class.. or touch starved, or just starved for her in general if we’re being honest.

her scent that coated the vibrant fabric was starting to wear off, and you wished monday would come faster than ever before. it wasn’t easy to take that soft article of clothing off, you practically lived in it for the time being and washing it.. was even harder. torturous almost. it meant you would no longer be surrounded by the aroma of her musky perfume mixing with the sweet smell of her skin. how you wish you could go back in time.. speaking of back in time..what would have happened if she didn’t “control” herself, and what exactly did she mean by it? you sigh closing your eyes, drifting into yet another slumber, fortunately last one before you get to see her again.

were you being too bold? was the lipstick costing your glossy lips too much? or was it the fact that you pulled up to class wearing that sweater she let you borrow? you don’t recall ever being that daring, but you also never assumed you’d be making out with your teacher on her damn table that she eats from every single day. does she even remember? for you it was impossible to forget but.. she’s your teacher after all, and you’re just a student.

will she even notice it? will she even notice you? it wasn’t just a one time thing was it.. you bite the inside of your cheek, looking out the window in your seat as you impatiently wait for the bell to ring, hoping to see her tall figure appear as soon as the sound hits your ears.

you hear the door close and your eyes don’t have the confidence to look up. you can’t see her, but you can feel her, you can smell her. her subtle scent that you’ve been missing filling your nose, your ears picking up the clicking of her heels against the floor. even the atmosphere in the room has changed, making everyone quiet down and suddenly pay attention. hearing everyone greet her made you want to look at her so bad, just steal a little glance at least. you were itching to see her face again. but this time it was different, she wasn’t just a teacher you had a innocent crush on, nono.. she was a teacher who invited you over to her place and nearly devoured you whole on her kitchen table. those memories again! can they finally leave? ahh.. you still had to get a peek, a quick look won’t hurt.

you tell yourself as your eyes slowly trail up, your head never moving from its original position. wow.. she looked gorgeous. her long legs hugged by a pair of black slacks paired with a white blouse and those expensive looking heels that made her even taller. and her hair waved so nicely, red lipstick almost matching her shade of blush? oh wait… that’s unlikely of her. she doesn’t usually put on blush. you would know, you spent hours and hours studying her features while she had no idea, or so you thought. you tilt your head trying to figure out where she found such a pretty color, your eyes naturally finding their way higher until they reach her own. you were getting ready to look away as soon as she’d catch you looking, but she beat you to it.

her eyes instantly locked with yours and than hurriedly avoided them. you noticed her looking down at her own sweater covering your body, followed by a sound of her clearing her throat and looking elsewhere. oh, so the shade of her blush she put on was you after all.

a soft shade of pink also tints your cheeks as you smile and look away, fully relishing in the fact that this feeling is at least to some extent mutual. you swing your feet around, hands flipping through your notes, spending the rest of her class stealing glances at one another, with her being a little better at concealing it. as the bell rings you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and stay still in your seat as everyone else impatiently grabs their stuff and runs out the door.

it’s the last class of the day after all, nobody wants to spend even a single extra minute in class. especially on a Monday. nobody except you apparently. “miss, y/n.” a soft voice snaps you out of your day dream, finally having the opportunity to look her straight in the eyes.

“let’s move our tutoring to an hour earlier today, it will save you time…i’ll drive you.” she speaks nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t affected at all, finishing up some work on the computer as she remains seated in her chair. you grip your bag in your arms against your chest as you remain in your chair, nervous to let anyone see you leave with her. “ah yes, thank you” you mumble looking down. “thank you, what?” the clicking sounds of her fingers against the keyboard comes to a halt, one of her eyebrows rising as her eyes search for yours, her head not fully turning. you ponder for a second, but seeing her expression told you all you needed to know. “t-thank you ma’am.” you mumble under your breath, to shy to speak inside the now empty classroom as it echoed. she smirks continuing her work, looking back at the screen. “good girl.” you clutch your bag trying not to look affected, but by her reaction she knew just what kind of effect she had on you.

by the time you collected your breathing and the messy state of your mind, she has finished up preparing for tomorrows class and packed up her belongings. her hands reached for her purse and you remained glued to your seat. causing her to chuckle and walk over to you, offering you her hand. “are you ready to leave?” you nod quickly, shaky hand grabbing hers as she helps you stand up, and honestly you kind of needed that right now otherwise you would of stumbled. you let go on her hand once you’re fully back on your feet, and her thumb gently strokes the back of your hand before also letting go as you walk out of the classroom together, following close behind, too shy to walk beside her.

you timidly trail along, keeping your head down as you tried not to make eye contact with anybody, too scared they will see into your mind and see what’s going on between the two of you as you step into the passengers seat of her car. your hands try to find the seatbelt but she beat you to it, leaning over and clutching in in her hands to wrap it across your hips. she grins at your reaction, prolonging eye contact a little longer just to mess with you. she finally leans back in her own seat, buckling her seat belt and resting her hands on the steering wheel as she starts the engine. you finally exhale trying to focus on the road but the way she’s gripping the steering wheel is distracting you big time. you huff opting to look out the window. when will this torture end? she’s to attractive no matter what she’s doing, in fact even when she’s not doing anything at all. not fair!

you get caught up in your day dreaming a little but are quickly shaken out of it as you feel the car come to a stop. that was quick, you think to yourself. much quicker than you remember the way to her house being. you look around trying to spot her apartment but don’t see anything remotely similar. “huh?” your eyes scan the area further. she just smiles undoing her seatbelt, reaching over to undo yours as well before getting out the car and opening the door for you as you exist the vehicle. “i thought it would be a nice gesture to take you to a cafe, so you could actually focus on studying.” she says with a hint of sarcasm in her comment, just to see your face flush once again. she holds the cafe door open for you and once again your heart races a little bit faster. you find a spot that’s a little hidden, sitting down in a little corner which relaxes you a bit more as you don’t like crowded places. your fingers play with the edge of the menu, unsure what to order. “what will you get sweetie?” she glances up at you, eyes never scanning the menu once. “uh- i dunno..i like sweet coffee..” you admit nervously. “oh do you still? it looked like you didn’t mind the taste of bitter coffee last time we met.” she smirks seeing your face fall upon realisation. the images of that night filling your mind once again. the way her lips tasted, the way her tongue glided against yours, the way you got drunk off the taste of the coffee she had earlier.

gods must of heard your calling for help as she got up with a chuckle, ruffling your hair. “i’m just kidding cutie, i’ll be right back.” as soon as she turned around to go buy your drinks you bit into your fist. “calm down, calm down, you can do this, woman!” you motivate yourself, this will be a long day..

[moonstruckme]

Hi my love!! I just reread your bodyguard tasm!peter parker blurb and it was so cute 😭I loved the original premise where peters spider senses got distracted because of her!! You wrote it so beautifully.

I'd love to request a part two (If you're open to that?) where he's guarding her again and we see their relationship develop a little more??

i read your requests rules and couldn't find anything about you not writing part twos, but feel free to ignore if you'd rather not! lots of love <3 <3

Hi sweetheart, thank you thank you!!

bodyguard!(tasm)Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Peter’s staying on the ground for your sake, but he doesn’t love it. 

You’re relaxed as can be, lounging on your bed while he paces your unfairly giant room from end to end. This, he thinks, is why people hate politicians. You’ve got an ensuite bathroom the size of his apartment, and on the taxpayer’s dime. He gets it now. If you and your dad were living in a shoebox like every other self-respecting New Yorker, maybe the guy wouldn’t get so many death threats. 

“You don’t have to be all vigilant,” you say. “My dad’s not here. So long as I don’t get actually kidnapped or killed while you’re here, sitting down isn’t going to affect your performance evaluation.” 

Peter looks at you. “I’m getting a performance evaluation?” 

Your smile is lopsided and goofy. It’s humiliating how much it affects him. “No. Who would he send it to? Your employer?” 

“Oh.” He feels stupid. “Good point.” 

“Come here,” you laugh. “I got us coffee.” 

He goes to sit on your bed, mostly because he’ll do anything you ask him to. After spending a few hours hugging you on a roof, Peter’s found that he actually likes you. You’re not snooty or spoiled like he might have expected, friendly to him even though he’s technically working for you. You seem oddly down-to-earth for someone with your upbringing, funny and smart. (Smarter than him, maybe. You turn him into a blundering idiot every time he sees you, though, so it’s hard to say.) You’re surprisingly fun to be around. 

You lean over, grabbing two disposable coffee cups from your nightstand. “Do you want peppermint or caramel?” 

“Which one do you want?” 

“No way. You’re my guest, you get first pick.” 

Peter’s here on a job, but he likes your version of the story better. The idea of you thinking of him as your guest, someone invited in whom you want to please, makes an affectionate warmth unfurl in his gut. 

“You should probably have the one you want, because the other one’s going to get cold,” he says, an apology in his tone. Your brows wrinkle. “I can’t really drink through the mask…” 

“Oh.” You close your eyes, expression clearing. “God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about that.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Peter’s smiling under the mask. He wonders if you can hear it in his voice. “Enjoy yours. I’ll live vicariously.” 

“You couldn’t just lift it up enough to drink?” 

“Uh, no. The whole secret identity thing is…kind of important to the job.” 

You smile guiltily, lifting one of the cups to your lips. “Fair enough.” 

You’re silent for a minute, watching him as you sip at your coffee. Once again, making it nearly impossible for Peter to do what he’s being paid to do. He should be keeping his senses alert, watching the windows, surveilling the perimeter or whatever. Not looking into your clever, narrowed eyes and thinking about how your whole room smells like you. 

“Okay,” you say, still scrutinizing him like you’re trying to count the threads in his suit, “now I’m dying to know what’s under the mask.” 

Peter sits very still. He’s had people—fans and foes alike—try to tear it off him before, but he doesn’t think you’re like that. 

“I mean, obviously you’re tall,” you lean back on the bed, mouth pursed in contemplation, “so you’re not, like, twelve. You sound about my age…” 

“I what?” 

“Your voice.” 

“What—” He clears his throat. Tries to sound more generationally ambiguous. “What would make you think that?” 

You crack another one of those sweet, silly smiles. “Well, you’re not going to fool me now,” you say. “I’ve heard you talk. You can’t be more than thirty. Plus, when you got here, you said ‘yo’.” 

Peter really needs to stop saying that. He doesn’t even know when he started. 

“You’ve got stitches all over your suit…” you go on. “What neighborhood are you from again?” 

“I’m not telling you that,” he laughs. 

“Oh, come on.” You scooch a little on the bed, tucking one leg under you to face him more fully. Your eyes pierce his like knives. Very pretty knives. “There’s almost ten million people in New York. You really think I’m going to track you down?” 

“Your dad is the mayor…” 

“Stop.” You give his shoulder a playful shove. Peter’s mask feels suddenly warm. “Those surveillance rumors weren’t true, the tabloids made that up to mess with his re-election campaign.”

“Okay, okay. I’m from Queens.” 

You lean back on your hands, and he can’t decide if the way you’re looking at him is analyzing or flirting. “Interesting,” you say slowly. “So you’re, like, a real man of the people. Not the Bruce Wayne type.” 

“Hey,” he teases, “Bruce Wayne could’ve lived in Queens. It’s nice.” 

“But Bruce Wayne wouldn’t have to sew his own suits,” you point out. 

Peter tilts his head, blows a breath out the side of his mouth. You’ve got him there. 

“And you’re tall, clearly pretty strong, you seem smart…” You nod, seeming to have come to a decision. “I think you’re handsome under there.” 

A laugh startles out of him. He hopes it sounds casual, like it came from someone cool, whose heart isn’t galloping in his chest. Peter really shouldn’t care if you think he has the potential to be handsome under his mask. It’s not like you’ll ever find out. Still, it feels weirdly nice. 

He makes his voice light and playful. “Well, it’s good to have your approval. Now we can pretend that I’m almost in your league.” 

For the first time since he’s gotten here, you look genuinely caught offguard. “Me?” 

“Yeah, you.” Peter grins. It feels good to have flustered you. He’s missed doing that. “Who else?” 

You look away from him as you laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you say, “but you’re a superhero. You’re not the one who should be worried about leagues.” 

You’re cute. Peter makes a bold move, scooting an inch closer to you, into your space. He’s glad you can’t see that under the mask, his face is just as flushed as yours. “I’m not a superhero,” he says, keeping his voice light as meringue. “I’m just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.” 

You roll your eyes. “Humble, too. Points in your favor.” 

A laugh rumbles through his chest. Someday, he’s gonna have to get Peter Parker in your orbit somehow. He wants to meet you—more than that, he wants you to meet him. He’s not sure how long he can wait. 

He decides to let you off the hook. Slightly. He reaches across you, taking the unused cup from your nightstand. “Thanks for this,” he says. “Once you don’t need me here anymore, I’m gonna take it home and heat it back up.” He grins even though you can’t see it. “Maybe I’ll swing by and return the favor sometime.”

[beamtori]

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢)

nonidol!eric sohn x rem!reader

2.3k words, smut (minors dni), p in v sex, reader is on birth control for convenience of hitting it raw, swearing, kissing, fingering, creampie (such an interesting word...), my weird ver of aftercare cuz how tf do u do aftercare post-getting railed at a party 😭, pet names (baby, sweetheart, hon, pretty boy), he's sweet, i think i got it all skfnksndkd

a/n: this is a second part to this fic occupied on my main writing blog! reading part one is not mandatory at all !! for @mosviqu <3 i hope it's not cringy skdnksjd also special thanks to @ethereal-engene and @winterchimez (i feel like there's always a thank u section to these 💀)

You were wearing his cap—a muted red with a rip in the fabric on the side. It was nearly impossible to miss as you clinked your plastic cup against Han Jisung's and toasted to a night of whatever was to come. (Hopefully you.)

Just about an hour ago, you'd come to find your best friend at this party after departing ways with your university baseball team's shortstop, Eric Sohn. He had obligations and an emergency to attend to, so you were biding your time around the place in case he ever wanted to pick up where you two left off. Along the way, you'd found the red cap he was wearing somewhere on the floor and put it on. Maybe it could be a beacon or some shit.

"—that's crazy, man," Jisung chuckled, shaking his head from over the rim of his cup. "I know I said I didn't wanna cockblock you, but I really didn't cockblock you this time."

You rolled your eyes. The liquid in your cup was a bit of tequila watered down with orange juice for a makeshift margarita. It was a little liquid courage in case you needed it. "Yeah, yeah. It was important, so I don't blame him." Though, you could hardly hide the disappointment behind your words.

Your friend gave you a sideways grin. "Well, the night is still young, my friend. Plenty of hot people around to scratch your itch."

"Well, I hope out of all of them, you still choose me."

Startled, you swiveled on your heel and came face to face with one sheepish-looking Eric. He had his hand clasping the back of his neck, brown hair a little more mussed from whatever emergency had arisen. His white shirt was still clinging to only a couple buttons—you had both been in a bit of a rush earlier.

"Felix? What's that? You need to tell me something—?" Jisung made a very swift exit, shooting a pair of finger guns at you.

You arched your brows as Eric came closer. "I think I'm scoping out my options," you teased, lifting your cup to your lips and draining the last bit of the spiked orange juice. You placed your empty cup on the table behind you, watching his eyes trace the path your tongue took along your lower lip.

The corner of his lips curled upward and he set his hand on the table. "Any way I can sway your judgment?" He asked. "I'm getting a bit of déjà vu."

"You have previous references," you shrugged. "I think I can trust that you're the man for the job." Despite your nonchalance, your heart was throwing itself against your ribcage like it was ready for a prison break.

Eric's other hand caged you in, his low chuckle sending a zap down your spine. "Well since my previous references check out, I'll just make sure you like what you saw."

He leaned in closer to you, and you met him in the middle. Your kiss tasted like oranges now, with the slight sharpness of the alcohol. His brows creased as he cupped your jaw and massaged his tongue with yours, trying to figure it out.

You pulled away, and he lifted the brim of his red cap to see your eyes better. "This looks familiar," he grinned.

"Does it now? Well, I'm sorry to say, but finders keepers," you said, switching the cap from front-facing to backward.

His eyes gleamed in the low lighting, and there was a smug sort of curl to his smile. "You're way hotter in it anyways."

Heat rushed to your neck. "If you keep complimenting me…"

"Then what?" He asked, voice dropping. He was in your space, front pressed to yours, lips a teasing hairsbreadth away. The back of his knuckles found your cheek in a gentle caress, a lover's purr. "If I keep complimenting you, then what?"

This was the second time you both lost the hat. You couldn't remember if this was the same room or not—you didn't really care—but you were fumbling for the lock behind you with your brain turning to mush by the way Eric was kissing you. Clearly, you couldn't multitask. His hand slipped down where yours was to twist the lock and entangle his fingers with yours.

His shirt came off a lot faster this time, your fingers used to the slim buttons, but also because he literally only had two of them to undo. The shirt went missing, and Eric's hands roamed from your waist over your backside and to the backs of your thighs. Waiting for something.

"There's a bed," he said between breaths, kisses, laps of his tongue—

"Good to know," you mused.

He scooped you up, your ankles locked behind his back. Your back hit the cool sheets and you found yourself peering up at one beautiful man. Eric Sohn was a marvel in himself to look upon, but this was a nice angle.

He kissed you again, enough to drive you up toward the headboard, his body following after yours like a shadow. His arm dented the mattress beside your head to brace himself over you, the other tucking itself beneath the hem of your shirt to grab your side.

You gasped something sharp. His mouth latched onto the side of your neck, suckling the hot skin there until you were seeing stars. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair until they were messy, messy, messy—

"Eric," you exhaled, the sound like a whimper.

He hummed against you. "Yeah baby?"

Your fingers tapped against the nape of his neck. "Let me get my shirt off."

"Good idea." He unattached himself from you for the split second it took to rip your shirt over your head.

For good measure, you reached behind yourself and unclasped your bra, tossing it over the side of the bed. Eric's eyes glued themselves to your chest, rising and falling with the breaths you were trying to regain. He licked his lips, and you found yourself smiling.

"What?" You asked, a nervous laugh bubbling up from your throat.

He swallowed and shook his head. His hand smoothed over the back of your head in a soothing manner. "You're just so pretty. Can I…?"

You might as well have gone into cardiac arrest. "Yeah," you nodded.

The last thing you saw was the glint of his grin. He ducked beneath your chin and you lost your breath at the feeling of his lips wrapping around your perked nipple. You clutched at his hair—swore something colorful when his hand came up to squeeze your other breast. It was the rough pads of his fingers against your skin, the nip of his teeth, the bite of the cold rings on his fingers.

He lifted his lips off your chest, your boobs glistening in spit. He gave them an affectionate squeeze and pressed his lips against yours. "You can say no," he murmured against you, "whenever you want. This train stops whenever you want it to."

"Okay," you said. You appreciated that from him. "I want you to keep going."

"Mmmh, atta girl." You could feel his smile against your lips.

His body pressed down against you, the weight present but comforting in a way. You moaned as his hips grinded into yours and you raised yours in a desperate attempt to gain friction. Both of your movements were frantic now as you fumbled for buttons and zippers and kicked away pants—out of the way.

You reached your hand between your bodies and cupped the outline of his cock through his boxers, drawing a sharp inhale from Eric's lips. He pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, rutting his hips into your palm. "Ugh, baby."

"I'm on the pill," you said and squeezed him.

His eyes screwed shut, and his fingers found the wet spot on the underside of your panties. "You're—you're on the pill? Fuck, you're so wet."

He pressed a hurried kiss to your lips, yanking the hem of your underwear down. Cool air hit the wetness clinging to your pussy, and you shivered. He lost the boxers, your underwear following suit.

"Spread wide for me," his voice rumbled. "There you go, baby." He swiped the pad of his finger down the middle, drawing a shuddering breath from you. "Sounds pretty, looks pretty—mmh, tastes pretty." His finger popped out from his mouth, and he used that same one to draw enchanting infinity signs over your clit.

"Fuck," you swore, your hand digging into his shoulder.

Eric ground his hardened cock into the mattress as he watched you fall apart. He bit his lip, replacing his index with his thumb and dipping a finger into your hole.

"Oh god—"

He curled his finger inside you. "C'mon, pretty girl," he drawled, lazily pumping his finger in and out of you. The ring adorning his finger bumped against your lower lips in greeting. "Say my name."

"Eric, please," you said and pushed your hips toward him, wanting and wanting and wanting more—needing more.

His kiss was softer this time. When he leaned over, you felt the heaviness of his hardened cock over your thigh, the precome beading at the tip dripping onto you. "Yeah, baby. I got you."

He pushed another finger into your weeping folds and dug his thumb down into your puffy nub. You felt the tension mounting in your stomach, the knot winding up.

Before you could reach a precipice, he withdrew his hand clean from you.

Your eyes shot open. "Eric."

"Yn," he teased. He adjusted himself slightly, then took the hand he'd been fingering you with to slicken up his cock with a couple pumps. The sight made your tongue dry. A muscle in his jaw feathered and he braced himself over you to line his cock up with your entrance.

His tip rubbed against your pussy lips and collected the juices dripping out—you held your breath, wrestling yourself onto your forearms to watch him sink into you, inch by inch.

Eric swallowed your moans with his mouth, your fingers digging into his bicep to anchor yourself. Your brain was melting and you grasped the back of his neck as his length filled you up, a muscle feathering so attractively in his jaw.

Once he was seated to the hilt, he guided you to lay flat on the bed again, his arms braced on either side of your head. "You good, baby?" He asked you, breathing shallow.

You nodded for him.

He buried his face in your neck and his sweat-matted hair tickled your chin, his hot breath against your skin. You fucking mewled when he started moving in you—at first, a gentle rocking of his hips to test the waters, his cock pulling out halfway before thrusting back in again. His breathing was heavy in your ear, the sound turning into grunts as his strokes lengthened.

"Let me hear you, sweetheart." His hand found purchase with the soft flesh of your ass, hiking your leg up and around his back. "Feel so good around me—squeezing me just right."

His knees angled his hips upward, and you swore you saw stars when his tip curved up slightly and hit a sensitive spot inside you. You cried out, "Shit—holy fuck."

"Is that the spot, baby?"

You clenched down on him and a sluice of curses engraved themselves into your skin. "Eric, that's the spot. That's the spot. Pleasepleaseplease—" Your nails dug into the muscles of his back as you held on for dear life. The headboard of the bed knocked against the wall in tandem with how he drove into you.

Pressure mounted in your lower belly like molten fire, begging to be fanned and fueled to erupt, goddamn it. You were begging to be pushed over the edge and you could taste it with the salty sweat on your tongue.

"Can you come for me, hon? You're close aren't you?" He grunted.

You nodded, head bobbing vigorously, arching further into him. "Close, Eric. So fucking close."

Eric reached down between your bodies and kneaded the pad of his thumb down over your clit. Your breath hitched as the stimuli crested over and you were crying out for him. He coaxed you through it, his strokes becoming more desperate as he fucked his way to his own high.

You squirmed from sensitivity and whimpered. "Eric, Eric, Eric—"

"Fuck, baby, where do you want me?" He rasped.

"Inside," you said while gasping for air.

His head hung until he came, swears tumbling out of his mouth as fast as his cum flooded into you. Your thighs trembled from the sensation, and he braced his forearms on either side of your head to thank you in a sloppy kiss.

Your bodies were slick and sticky with sweat and cum. His cock softened inside you, and you winced as he pulled out. Eric smoothed a hand over your hair, nose nuzzling against yours.

"You did good, baby," he murmured. He wrapped his arms around your body and rolled over onto your sides, holding you against him.

You gave a little laugh and shoved your face between his pecs. "Thanks, pretty boy," you said. "You too."

He chuckled, biting his lip. "Cute… say, Yn?"

"Hmm?"

"I know we've got it backwards, but can I take you out sometime?"

You smiled to yourself and your heart kicked up. "Sure, I'd uh—I'd like that."

Eric's expression lit up, and you got to see that beautiful smile of his. "Thank god," he said. He brushed the hair from the divot in your shoulder, ringed knuckles running down the lines on the side of your neck and over your clavicle. "Hey, you tired?"

Your eyelashes fluttered at the question. "Not super."

"Round two?"

"Round—" Your words cut off with a shriek as he yanked you back under him. And though you started off giggling, he had those sounds melting into moans again just as swiftly.

This room was going to be occupied for a while.

a/n: the amount of times i yelled while writing this... how do people write smut all the time, i need to know ur secrets 😭

tbz m.list

[polyklok]

your first ask (Murderface x reader) was incredible and so sweet 😭 can I request another Murderface but this time kind of the reverse situation, with him comforting an s/o who's feeling insecure (maybe about their own appearance?) Thanks! ❤

I’m so sorry it took me forever to answer this!! Life has been kicking my ass, but after a couple weeks it’s done! Had a lot of fun writing this (also, I heavily assumed this was another female reader)

TW: More swearing, physically-insecure reader, Murderface pervs for a little bit, lots of crying, also I’m posting this like 3 minutes after finishing it so it might be a little messy

You were unsure whether to laugh or cry, staring at yourself in the mirror in a ridiculous excuse of a dress. It had looked bad on the hanger, it felt bad as you put it on, but this was just…horrendous!

Tonight was stressful enough. Dethklok was having a party to celebrate their latest album release. Well, it was formal, so less of a party and more so a gathering of big-name executives, celebrities, and plenty of press. Press that would inevitably take pictures and ask questions of everyone there. Including you, for tonight would also be your first public appearance of Murderface’s ‘new’ girlfriend.

Charles had already warned you; you’d be surrounded with cameras, you’d be asked a thousand questions, your every movement would be documented, and the next day, there would be a critique of your every aspect online. The whole thought made you nauseous but William was excited to show you off, so you went with it.

Or…you would have if it weren’t for the dress that had been picked for you. Never before have you doubted Dethklok’s stylists; they had already done your hair and makeup so well! But the little number you were in was atrocious, to say the least.

It was made up of black leather that clung to your skin, hugging your breasts uncomfortably. The torso was covered in metal studs and spikes, making it impossible to place your arms in any natural position. The skirt was had a strange tutu effect, and yet was so short it nearly flashed your ass for the world to see. It was tacky, awkward, and completely informal! Maybe it would’ve worked as some sort of cheap, sexy Halloween costume in a bag…fit for a little girl.

Muddy, black tears began to creep down your cheeks. You held your head up high, desperate to not let them fall. How could master designers make…this?! There was no way something could fail so badly. Was it…you? You let out a pained sob, deciding that there was no way in hell you’d be leaving this room tonight.

“Hey, babe!”

You froze. Not him. Not now. You wiped away your tears, smudging your makeup further onto your face, “Uh, yeah William?”

“Are you ready? I wanna schow thosch fuckersch my girl!” You could see the shadows of his boots shuffle happily from underneath the door, his tone was so optimistic, especially compared to how he usually was about social events. It broke your heart.

“I-I’m sick! I suddenly caught a stomach bug. I’m sorry, but-“

“WHAT?”

He turned the doorknob so hard, the lock broke. You cringed; it was easy to forget just how strong Murderface could be. You yelped, “William!”

He stared at you, slightly impressed at first. Your thighs and cleavage were on full display. But, as his eyes trailed up to your face, teary and smeared with mascara, his heart fell like a rock into his stomach, “Babe?”

You hiccuped, trying to keep up your lie despite the obvious, “I’m si-ick.”

Murderface stood for a bit, unsure on what to do. His instinct yelled at him to protect you…but from what? He moved close, taking your hand in his and looking into your watery eyes. His chest hurt, seeing you so upset.

“I’m sorry,” You said, “I just can’t-“

“What’sch wrong?”

His voice was so soft, so concerned. You broke down, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, “I look so fucking stupid, William.”

He squeezed your torso, wanting to tell you all the sweetest, sappiest things but unable to find the words to do so. “It isch kinda a schtupid dresch,” He managed, feeling the random spikes and stiff leather. He didn’t have a knack for fashion, but if he looked past all the skin that it showed, he could see that it wasn’t the most…flattering outfit.

His reply made you chuckle in between your sobs, “I’m sorry, Murderface. I can’t do it,” You pulled back, looking at him, “Its more than the dress, it’s all those expectations! I don’t want to go out there, looking like this and being stared at and ruining your reputation because I wasn’t good enough!”

It felt good to say, to let out all the pressure. And yet, the fear doubled once you reached the realization. You weren’t ready. You loved Murderface, but he came with a price and you weren’t sure you could pay it.

“You, not good enougch?” He gasped, taking a step back, “You’re…fuchkin’ wonderful! My reputation isch’nt schit-“

“William, don’t.”

“Compared to…Urgch, lischen, I don’t really give a fuck about the fuchkin’ presch or anything. They’re aschholesch. It doesch’nt matter how dumb your dresch looksch or how you anschwer their fuggin’ questionsch, they’re probably gonna hate you.”

You sighed, slumping down onto your bed. Several pops emitted from the dress, giving some slack from the fabric. “So I’m fucked?”

He sat next to you, eyes focused on the floor. “But I really love you. Like, a lot. Scho…yeah, shcrew the goddamn presch.”

His face was beet red, hands gripping knees. While, his affection towards you was obvious (especially considering how he treated most others) he has never said those three words before.

“Oh, William.”

Murderface tugged at his tie and kicked off his boots, “Fuchk it. Charlesch’ll yell at me later. I don’t wanna do this schit without you.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Schut up, I’m going to.”

You smiled, eyes still sore from all your crying and face sticky with makeup, “I love you too, Murderface.”

[mumintroll]

your posts are getting too real! sorry for the rambling thats about to ensue

finished my degree in may (languages and literature) not a great experience, all i got was a diploma and depression lol. ever since i started uni i decides that i had to pick an actual job to follow and because this country hates humanities my silly brain decided that i wanted to become a librarian (or even archivist), for that you obv need a masters degree in that field. but the thing is the only place i could get that degree is most likely my uni (and i hate it there: 1 didnt let me do my intership bc they dont care about their students, 2 didnt allow me to volunteer at the uni library bc they already had too many students that do that volunteer work to get financial aid (and nothing wrong with that but why would they say they have extra positions and lie to me😭) and so it took them almost 2 semesters to tell me no lol) overall they are so bad with helping the students achieve anything... and i feel like masters degree will be similar (they have small fairs to talk with the director of the master degree and a student), when i went there, the director basically said nothing and showed little interest in telling me information (maybe the guy was just shy but....) then overall becoming a librarian in this country seems nearly impossible bc the majority of jobs are public function which means (first you need to get hired to do some government job and then get transferes to a library and know someone that helps you do that). Then private jobs have workers that did not take proper degrees but still work there (the director of one uni library took a chemestry degree and didnt know what to do with her life so a friend that was working at the uni library got her a job lol). So what i means is even if i get the masters i have a feeling ill never work inside the field

the other thing i would like to do in life is work in a bakery as well :-) so im close to giving up on my search for an office job and to start contacting bakeries and ask if they need any help

librarian bakers unite 🤝 that sucks i hope u are able to find a job that you love in a place that you love!!! wishing you all the best & good luck in your career <3

[on-leatheredwings]

damn..... at least i was smart enough to copy it

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talia hating you with passion just to slowly warm up to you cus you make her son happy (smth which was considered nearly impossible).... yummy...... 🤤

sadly, i don't can't fully get into comics right now since I'm kinda busy with uni and paperwork but the stuff I've read so far was fun

my only question is WHy there are so many of them?!?? good for the fans ig but how am i supposed to read it without a guide??

I remember picking up some Batman and Robin volume where Batman turned out to be Dick. "is Bruce dead or something?" i thought jokingly.... 😔

Yes. Yes, he was dead, as i quickly found out..... At least now i put more thoughts into what i pick up to read

about btd - if your only problem is the artstyle you may check out The Price of Flesh. it was created by one of btd artists (the one who drew the fox guy) and it's relatively new, so the visuals are way better

no like getting into comics is genuinely so ridiculous and dumb lmao .... like the only way to read them is to go by like... character i guess?

if u wanna read damian, read batman and robin by tomasi and all its related runs, robin 2021 ... to read tim, read a lonely place for dying, robin '91, a lot of 90s batman also has tim as robin but not all-- UGH ITS SO FRUSTRATING.... kinda why i was a cartoons-and-video-games-only girlie back in 2017-2020 like i just need less options/more streamlined progression 😭😭😭😭

there are guides out there BUT OH LORD WHY DO WE EVEN NEED ONE... GUIDES TO READ MANGAS ARE LIKE: START AT CHAPTER 1. :)

AND YEAH NGL I FORGOT BRUCE WAS FR DEAD FOR A SECOND IN THE 2010'S AND DICK WAS BATMAN WHILE DAMIAN WAS ROBIN. LMFAOOO....

and hmmmmm !?!? ill check out tpof :3

something that makes me laugh is how bruce really should be like fucking 60-70 but so he can keep being batman, he's just eternally 40s-very early 50s. i think canonically the timeline from dick > jason > jason DYING > tim > jason COMING BACK > steph's small robin stint > damian > duke/cass is like. 10 years. which is kind of insane considering the decades of content. they would have to undergo these arcs EVERY DAMN DAY FOR THIS TO MAKE SENSE 😭

if dc was brave they'd retire batman and have cass take over while damian does more growing to inherit (altho he shouldn't . imo.) and what the fuck is tim doing

ppl are kinda fine with it but i feel him going robin > red robin > drake > robin is such a lame regression. he should have his own identity. red robin was already too much like robin, but now hes just ROBIN while damian is also robin. which is fine without context, im okay with multiple robins but come on can tim be his own hero now.

so yeah in general i just pick and choose what arcs i wanna read... i was huge into injustice back in the day which was an alternate universe games/comics canon. its rlly simpler living that way 🚬

[legallyhermione]

Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Ooooof this is such a hard question!! Thank you for the ask, I love this kinda stuff!!

Without further ado, and in no particular order, here they are!

1. Any of MXTX’s content (I’m counting them as one because I love too many things 😭): For me, these novels and adaptations were my first foray into danmei and Chinese media. I also discovered them at a time when I was questioning my identity and coming to terms with the fact I’m queer (which is…not really accepted in my family). I watched The Untamed first, then read fan translations of the novels before they started being officially translated, and I keep coming back to them because I find them so thought provoking. I like that none of the characters are presented as perfect people; they’re all flawed humans, but we love them anyway.

2. Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty: found family, Sherlock Holmes-like detective skills, spies, political machinations, food as a form of love? What more could I ask for! I just love this show. Haven’t gotten to read the novel it’s based on yet, but I’m hoping to soon!

3. Yuri on Ice: one of the first anime I ever watched, and it’s just so sweet and lovely. Definitely one of my comfort shows! Plus there are some crazy good fics. Still hoping one day we’ll get the movie!

4. Harry Potter: I struggle with this one a lot, because I very much dislike JKR’s transphobic rhetoric. But the fan spaces of Harry Potter provided me with support and escape I needed many times throughout my life, and for that the fandom of Harry Potter will always hold a special place in my heart. It’s been a part of my life nearly as long as I can remember.

5. Thousand Autumns: another one with some very morally grey characters! I love thinking about who and what is right and wrong, and this novel definitely makes you think about it. Lots of political world building as well, which I love.

6. My Cousin Vinny: a fantastic movie that I have many fond memories about. The jokes and digs about the south vs the north in the US always make me laugh, and as someone who has lived many years in both of those areas, those scenes make me giggle.

7. Haikyuu!: another one of my comfort shows! It’s just happy and fun and adorable. I love this one. I watched it sooooo many times during lockdown.

8. BBC Merlin: was morgana my bi awakening? I shan’t tell! Suchhh a good show, I miss it so much. Another fandom that has some incredibleeeee fanfics. Y’all writers are so talented.

9. Our Flag Means Death: I think this was maybe my first piece of media that explicitly included multiple queer characters but the entire storyline wasn’t only about the otherness and pain of being queer (or just a stereotyped role). This show made me feel seen in ways no other media had before. Plus, the show is gay pirates. It doesn’t get much better than that!

10. Avatar the Last Airbender: me and my siblings all loved this show, and we still watch it together often whenever we’re together. It’s so good. Zuko’s character development is still quite possibly the best redemption arc I’ve seen. I love it.

Phew. It was so hard to choose 10! I’m glad you didn’t ask me to pick one because I’m afraid that would’ve been impossible for me! What are your favorites???

💚

[thelittolpinkstudent]

hello, hello! we have successfully made it through another day, although i have learned it is nearly impossible to find milk on this campus for my cereal, so i ended up eating goldfish for breakfast again 😭

what i got done:

✅ attended both fiction writing and cultural anthropology

✅ picked up a package from the mailroom that my parents sent 💕

✅ current event #1 for public health

✅ reading #1 for thursday’s fiction writing class looking at point of view

in progress:

portraits of “the whiteman” chapters 1-3 for cultural anthropology

task list for the next few days:

february bullet journal

laundry

reading #2 for thursday’s fiction writing class

practice piece #3 for fiction writing

find milk somewhere

have a lovely day and remember how loved you are 💕 goodnight! 🌙

[kingsbride-moved]

omggg hiii for the asks: hugs and soulmate!! 💕✨

hugs — are you and f/o affectionate / open about your relationship in public? Due to Theseus being... Theseus, it'd be nearly impossible to keep his relationship with Dianthus secret <3 he's the kind of person to barge into a room (uninvited) and say something crazy like "gaze upon my beautiful bride and WEEP, for you shall never know the true depths of her grace, her splendor, her charm!!!" to a bunch of uninterested Elysians. A lil embarassing to be sure, but Theseus is always loud and proud about his love <3 Asterius is a little more private, but its only because he's quieter in general. He's a bit more chaste with his affections, too. Gently gripping Dia's hand letting her fall asleep against him. People tend to get the sense of it but sometimes folks just go up and ask him and he'll be like "Yes? what did you think. <snork>" For Elisabetta and Andreas on the other hand, they have to keep their affections secret for many, many years due to the circumstances of their meeting. It is only when Andreas reaches out to her again after his period of isolation that they're about to start being openly affectionate. ...I imagine they'd still be a bit private at first, out of habit more than anything else, but the people of Tassing would pick up on Things between them almost right away 😭 Andreas walks into the bakery and Grett immedietly asks "so when are you going to introduce me to your new ladyfriend, hmm?" ( I haven't posted a pic of Grett here yet just imagine the sweetest looking blonde milf ) soulmates — do you believe in soulmates? what about your f/o? did that change for either of you when you met each other? This one is complicated for me... I think if soulmates are real, then each person has multiple potential soulmates rather than just one. A heart can hold so much love, after all. But sometimes you do meet that someone who just makes your heart soar in a way no one else could...! I think Andreas and Theseus wouldn't believe in soulmates. Andreas' first marriage ended up being a little disastrous, not because of anything either of them did but because... they didn't love each other, and then a tragedy ripped thru what was already an emptiness. with Elisabetta it was different before they even officially got together, he felt like he was made for her, in a way. So he's thankful that despite all the tragedy they've faced, individually and together, that that connection is still strong. Maybe that's what a soulmate is.

Before Theseus got with Asterius and Dianthus, he sort of...lost interest in lovers fairly quickly. It was to a point where he started to think he simply wasn't meant for love, despite the loneliness he often felt. With Asterius, he felt some kind of connection immedietly, despite the circumstances in which they met. That connection followed him into the underworld, and later bloomed into the love they share now. And Dianthus was the first person Theseus ever really fell for when he was was a young pirince, though as he aged those memories became distant. Still, there are times where he feels youthful in his love again. Despite the time and space between them, they never stopped feeling for one another. And maybe that's what a soulmate is, too <3

[allowshe]

OoOO 👻👹 It’s the devils hour || 3:00am || and I am praying to the angels 😇 to allow me to wake up in the morning with a new mind set , new outlook on life , and a new perspective on my life .

TWP 🛑⚠️

Hi , I’m Charliee . Long story long my background story starts when I was just 6 years old . One of my earliest memories was being in ballet 🩰 , and another girl my age with a Dora the explorer hair cut with red hair said in front of the entire class “ Look 👇🏼, Charliee stomach goes out like this |) <—— . I remember feeling so embarrassed , and ashamed of myself . At just 6 years old my self esteem plummeted . I would look in the mirror 🪞, and cry 😭 telling myself I was so ugly !

Fast forward 4 years I am 10 years old . That’s when my depression , and anxiety truly kicked in full force . At just 10 years old I was self harming . I hated myself . I hated the way I looked , I hated my personality , I hated my life . As the years went on it didn’t get much better . I joined high school to eventually drop out , and got my GED . Although my self harming came to an end I still was drowning in an ocean of depression . I joined cosmetology school ✂️ 💅 to finish all the hours that were required of me only to not take my state boards test , and never graduated , because I thought I was in love , and took the opportunity to move out of my parents home at the age of 18 to only find out I didn’t finish what was needed of me for a good career path to a emotionally, verbally , and sometimes physically abusive boyfriend who cheated on me repeatedly 😞 .

This relationship lasted 3 years until I said enough was enough . I packed my bags 💼, and moved in with my brother , his lady at the time , and their two children . It was the smallest town I ever lived in , and so meeting people felt nearly impossible so I introduced Tinder into my life.

As I’m scrolling through the app I see one specific person . He catches my eyes 👀 above the rest . I swipe right ➡️, and to my surprise we matched . We got to talking for months , but eventually stopped . One night my ex calls , and we get to talking . Mind you it has been months since I’ve seen this man . He apologizes for all the pain he caused me , and asked if I’d like to see each other again to which I agree . It was a weekend night he drives 30 minutes to pick me up , and take me back to the town he lived in to go see a movie . After the movie 🍿 we stop at a gas station ⛽️. We go in , and he decided he wanted to get a red box movie so I sit in the car and wait for him to decide . As I’m waiting I look inside to notice this guy checking out . I think he’s cute , whatever . But as I take a second glance I realize he is the guy from the Tinder profile I use to talk to before we lost communication. I wanted to make sure it really was him so I check to see if I still had his number , which I did so I gave it a call 📱 . As I’m calling I see that he is reaching for his phone out of his pocket , and I got scared and hung up ! I end up getting a text message saying “Hey was that you at the gas station?” To which I reply “ Yes 😂 “ He asked me how I knew the guy I was with (my ex) and he later explained that (my ex) was his brothers wife’s brother . LOL 💀 .

Well he ended up inviting my ex , and I over that night to hang out . Which to my surprise my ex was down to go so we do . As we are there I instantly just am so attracted to this new guy . My ex even told me later on in life that he saw the way I looked at new guy and he realized he had completely lost me . After that night I officially moved on from my ex boyfriend completely, and started hanging out with new guy 🔥.

When I started hanging out with new guy it didn’t take me long to fall head over heels with this man ❤️. He was everything I ever wanted . He treated me so much better than my ex . He gave me such a natural euphoria that I was straight up addicted to . We ended up living together , and I wanted to do everything for this person to ensure I was making him as happy as I could , but I eventually found out that was actually impossible 🚫 . I started to realize he had some issues , but it felt too late to back out of . I was SO in love . He was an alcoholic 🍺 , who had been cheated on and hurt in the past by his ex wife , and unfortunately I was just his rebound that lasted for almost 4 years 💔 . I completely lost myself in that relationship because he too cheated . Was emotionally abusive , and emotionally absent . This was the first person I truly fell in love with , and the first love that truly broke me the most . 💔💔💔

My depression was at an all time high . My self hatred was maxed out . I moved back in with my parents at the age of 22 , and was at my lowest of lows . At this point I was looking for a job , and my neighbor across the street offered me one , and told me to go to an interview the following week . As I’m waiting for that time to come my brother tells me he can get me a job with him at a bar 🥂 and grill 🍱 to which I replied no , because I had worked with him in the past , and it didn’t really pan out like I had thought it would 😂. Finally when the day arrives for my interview something inside of me told me not to go , and to take the job with my brother . I fought the idea , but gave in . I ended up getting hired , and on my second day my brother asked if I could pick up one of our co workers I’d never met before and take them to work since I was working and he wasn’t . He told me not to worry , because the co worker lived a few blocks down from where I was living , and it was less than a 1 min drive . I had no interest in having to pick a guy up to drive 40 mins to work , but I agreed . My brother shoots me his number , and I text my new co worker “ I’m on my way “ 🚘

As I roll up to my new co workers house I pray that he isn’t some weirdo that is going to make me feel so uncomfortable . I text him “I’m here” 🏠 and he walks out … 6’4 , pompadour hair cut , dark brown hair , dressed in black slacks , and a black dress shirt . 👀 wow I thought he was gorgeous, but I was so heartbroken 💔 from my ex that meeting him didn’t even make me nervous , and most certainly did not make me want to take any interest in him . As we are driving to work we get to chatting , and we both realize how our conversations would just flow . I felt so comfortable with him , and felt like I could completely be myself 😊. Ever since that day we would always hang out everyday at work , and after . We ended up becoming so close that we went from strangers to best friends very quickly . A year goes by of friendship, and he tells me he loves me ❤️ . I was so afraid of getting my heart broken for a third time . I was so afraid of getting cheated on . I was so afraid of ending up in another toxic relationship that I ended up trying to push him away . ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

I’m telling you , I tried my hardest to push him away , but for some reason he kept coming back . He never gave up , and I eventually gave in❤️‍🩹❤️ . Fast forward to now ( 2 years later ) we have a beautiful 2 month old daughter 👶🏽 , and live together as a family . 3 years In total of knowing this man he is the first person who put in the work , who has never gave up on us , who fights for our relationship, and loves me right . Of course we have our problems from time to time , but he’s someone I can trust , love , and be my absolute self with . He has shown me it’s okay to love myself , and it’s okay to be myself 100% around him without feeling anything negative. He makes me feel good , beautiful , and accepted unlike any of my exes ever did from past . 🦋🦋🦋

As I look back at my life I feel as though all these events have led me to where I am now for a beautiful reason . All these events tore up my self esteem , self love , and self care , but I have realized that is my past . I am no longer that broken person . I can’t be . I love my life partner , and I love my daughter more than life itself , and it’s time to fully allow myself to love myself , and at least try to become my best version for both of them , but most importantly myself . ✨

I hope that one day as I travel this journey back to myself through self love , and self care I too can inspire my daughter , and others to want to do the same . I want to help my daughter , and others to allow themselves to have the confidence to be who they want to be , and love themselves for it . 🐛🦋

This is Allowshe . 🪴

[half-doomed]

for the band ask: panic! and fob 😎

Panic! at the disco:

Am I a fan?: uhhhhhhhhhhh it's complicated

First Song I Heard By Them?: lying is the most fun. I distinctly remember being in 7th grade and my friend matty showed them to me in class and then i heard the time to dance demo and it rewired my brain cells

Favorite Song?: nicotine, nearly witches, time to dance (demo), trade mistakes

Favorite Album?: vices and virtues but fever and too weird are very close seconds

Favorite Music Video?: uh the ballad of mona lisa music video was iconic.. also the i write sins video i'm not gonna sit here and lie to you

Have any merch?: i have the vices boxed set <3 i also own fever, pretty odd, vices, and doab on CD.. i have fever and vices on vinyl as well

Seen them Live?: yea i saw them during the vices era <3 <3 it was my first concert ever. i also went to a free show in like 2018 which i'm glad was free b/c at that point i was not gonna pay to see breadbin.

Favorite Member?: dallon weekes <3 <3 <3

Fall out boy:

Am I a fan?: yea <3

First Song I Heard By Them?: oh man i don't remember ): it was also when i was in middle school but uhhh. I usually just say dance dance because i genuinely can't remember

Favorite Song?: it's hard to say i do, disloyal order, xo, wams, hold me tight or don't, just one yesterday, i can keep going.

Favorite Album?: that's DIFFICULT. i'm inclined to say folie a deux just because that's the one that truly scrampled my brain

Favorite Music Video?: 16 CANDLES, this ain't a scene, hold me tight or dont

Have any merch?: i've got a few shirts (honorable mentions for the fukgin. taco bell shirt), all the CDs, most of the albums on vinyl except ioh, abap, and mania, i've got the pete and patrick funkos, i have the yellow tote bag, a few posters, some buttons/pins, some of those rubber bracelets that were popular in 2014, some patches and i'm sure i'm still missing some

Seen them Live?: yea but just twice 😭 in 2018 and on the hella mega tour

Favorite Member?: it's impossible as a fan to really pick one

Send me a band/artist?

[mandana-the-service-pup]

✨ Old Navy PA #1 ✨

Now that Mandana has grown out of the maligator puppy stage, I have to replace a bunch of my clothes that did not survive 😭

Hubbins took us to Old Navy to get some new clothes and return a few items. Mandana was doing really well with her collar cues so I figured it was a good time to introduce handler separation (which is required for the CGC test). It’s generally accepted that Malinois are prone to separation anxiety and it’s even more difficult for pandemic puppies. Since it was her first time being handled by someone else in a store we tried to keep it simple.

I handed the leash to Hubbins and he asked her to “center & wait” which is her command to sit in between his legs with her tail tucked in so it’s out of the way. She was excited that Hubbins was getting involved so she did so gladly. I then took a few steps away to peruse the shelves. She would break position occasionally and he would have to ask her again but after a while she got the idea.

Our biggest challenge was when a small boy (3-4yrs old?) walked straight up to her face. Hubbins was concerned. He didn’t know how to handle the situation but Mandana held her position politely. I quickly moved in to redirect the child and reward Mandana. The mother responded with her own correction towards the child and we left shortly after.

✨ Walmart PA #2 ✨

After our trip to Old Navy we had to go to Walmart for my second COVID vaccine. Hubbins got his vaccines immediately but I held off until 1) I had more information about how it affected people with my disabilities and 2) I was stable enough to handle the reaction I might have. The first vaccine left me with a sore throat and an ear ache for a week. I had been avoiding the second vaccine because of health flares, but I couldn’t put it off any longer.

So we hurried to the pharmacy and she responded well to her cues. The worst part was her sniffing the person giving me the vaccine (I warned him ahead of time that she would probably do that and he was ok with it).

After that we quickly picked up a few items and left. Of course it wasn’t as simple as that and Hellmart lived up to its reputation. She was impossible to miss and I kept her as close to me as I could but people still invaded her space repeatedly. They stopped and gawked at her, called to her, nearly hit her with their carts and brushed up against her as they walked past. She handled it all with ease and was just happy to be there but I had to be on guard the whole time. Just another reminder of why we try to avoid that place.

[smol-and-grumpy]

You know how you reblogged that post about how you wanted to be that writer that someone stays up until 3 am to read or that nails the characters or that is someone favorite....

Well let me tell you that you already are all of those things and more. You did that not with just one fic but with every single one of your works. I've stayed up all night and skipped a meal because I needed to finish the story multiple times. I still do that with stories that I've already read and almost know by heart because your writing is so good that you cannot help to be completely immerse in what is happening and it's nearly impossible to stop once you're in.

I have some favorite stories (although is really hard to choose), and favorite little snippet that I know I can go re-read whenever I need a little pick me up or just because I need a break.

You made me cry (I do adore and "hate" you sometimes), laugh, giggle, get mad and feel basically the full spectrum of emotions.

I have a little section in my profile where I recommend the fics that I really loved and there are few from various incredible writer but mainly is just your library at this point😅

I'm starting to believe that even your grocery list is a magical adventure. I will forever thank you for blessing us with so many wonderful stories.

You're a queen 👑

Oh my 😭😭😭

You have little snippets you re-read?

Please do tell…. *chin hands*

Thank you, sweetheart. I’m blown away and don’t even know what to answer. You are so amazing for sending me this. I hope you’ll stay for a couple more stories from me ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[superbattrash]

Omg I get to ask you things?? And you have to answer them under threat of death??? (I may have read between the lines on that one) okay so top 3 favorite bands/artists. Favorite book, but if it's hard to choose than top 3 favorites. And if depowered Castiel and depowered Clark Kent were trapped in a burning building and you could only save one who would you let perish?? Remember, threat of death.

I THOUGHT YOU'D BE NICE TO ME WITH THOSE FIRST TWO TRICK QUESTIONS AND THEN YOU JUST DROP A BOMB ON ME, WHAT THE FRICK, I THOUGHT WE WERE FWIENDS????? 😭

no but for reals thank you I love this and I love u so much ❤️

Oh God no, I'm so not good at favorite things, seeing as they change every other month. Hello autism and hyper fixation, lol. Okay, I'll do my best here.

Favorite bands/artists in no particular order because I'm a coward:

Disturbed

Skillet

Jonathan Young

Just to be clear here, I had to check my own Spotify playlists to see what bands I like because I listen to a looooot of music XD

Favorite book..... oh no. I am so opting out and picking a top 3. I'm not sure I have an actual favorite, but but but

'Skammer' series (it's a danish series, my favorite is the 3rd book. It basically means 'The Shamer' and it's been a fav of mine for nearly twenty years)

The Name of the Wind

The Land of Stories

I CAN NEVER KEEP THESE THINGS SHORT I WOULD BE SORRY IF YOUR LAST QUESTION DID NOT BREAK MY HEART

I..... I... I'm... I would.... oh my god 😭😭 Do you hate me????

Okay. I would .. I would let C... I would let Castiel perishDON'T COME FOR ME PLEASE I SWEAR THERE'S A REASON AND I THOUGHT THIS THROUGH

Am I allowed to explain my choice? I'm gonna. From what I know of both the DC and SPN universes it is far more likely that Dean will be able to resurrect his husband Cas, than it will be for Bruce to resurrect Clark. Not impossible of course (duh), but it's "easier" in the SPN universe and Dean (and Sammy) have more experience with the resurrection thing. So that's my reasoning, okay? I stand by my choice.