#so I'm still counting it as a win 😌

[musette22]

lol I did a pub quiz tonight and at some point there was a superhero question, and the quiz master was like "sorry ladies, this one is for the fellas." so my friends got all indignant on my behalf and yelled "excuse me, she loves marvel!" to which I yelled "no! I hate marvel!" and my friends were like "oh right, correction! she just loves captain america and his boyfriend!"

[just-some-random-blogger]

I Win, You Lose

Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

Summary: In Loving Memory of Pedro Pascal, the best bachelor that ever graced the planet. He's not dead, he just got into a relationship and I'm in mourning.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, extremely delusional, socmed au, crack fic, use of y/n smh, fluff, im on my final straw, typos, etc.

A/N: listen pedro pascal is a happy pill for me and i just wanna be silly goofy so let me have this or else i will cry. Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

Flickering lights. Hollering paparazzi. Click, flash, shudder. Pedro smiles through it all then is redirected to a few interviewers.

The interviewer he is redirected to beams at the sight of him, adjusting his grip on his mic, "hi! How are you?"

Pedro smiles, "I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm great! I'm so excited to see what you have in store for us, as I'm sure everyone else is," he motions to the camera.

Pedro places a hand on his heart. He thanks him, "that means a lot. I'm excited for everyone to see as well."

"Are you nervous at all?"

Pedro blows a raspberry, "I feel like I'm about to pass out any second."

He laughs, "is that the same thing you felt when you were talking to Y/N Y/L/N?"

Pedro's eyes widen a fraction. He lets out a chuckle then stills for a second before playfully slapping the man's arm. He laughs so hard that he can't respond. His face grows a bit red.

The interviewer laughs with him.

Pedro regains his wits, "I won't lie to you, my brain disconnected when she fixed my tie."

"Oh yeah," he agrees, nonchalant, "she did that to me once-"

"SHE DID?!" Pedro gasps.

"-and my- Yeah, she did-"

"When?" Pedro furrows his brows and points a finger, "right now? Right now?! You're not even wearing a tie!"

"No! No! Last time!"

"Well," he purses his lips and raises his brows, "hate to break it to ya, but she fixed my tie, like, 5 seconds ago." He rolls his eyes.

The interviewer raises his hands, "you're right. You win."

"Yes, that's correct."

Y/N Y/L/N poses with Pedro Pascal and stuns in blue dress

pascaldailyupdates: Okay but y/n and pedro 👀👀👀👀

anakinskyrunnin: 🧍‍♀️ this wasn't on my bucket list

ynforgetsramen: WHY ARE THEY POSING LIKE THAT

→ oscarpascal replied: THE WAY HE LOOKIN HER HAS ME ILL

→ → ynishotok replied: ??? CONFIRMING A RELATIONSHIP SOON

grogumybeloved: BRO BRO BRO WHAT @.dilfpascal have you SEEN THIS

→ dilfpascal replied: ❌👄❌ wdm

ynweekly: SO YOURE TELLING ME MY PREDICTIONS WERE ALL WRONG?

→ oscarpascal replied: LITERALLY ME THIS IS SUCH A PLOT TWIST

hollywoodscoop: Y/N Y/L/N & Pedro Pascal spotted with friends in New Yourk.

→ smexywolf replied: THAT COULD LITERALLY BE AND MY GRAMMA THATS SO PIXELATED

→ starwitch replied: YO WAHT

→ javijavipedro replied: GUYS DW I WENT TO NEW YORK AND DIDNT SEE THIS 😌 it cant be real

→ ynftw replied: [VIOLENT SCREAMING] I THOUGHT SHE WAS DATING ANDREW GARFIELD MY SHIP WHAT ABOUT MY SHIP

→ → ynishotok replied: 😭😭😭 PLEASE SAME THOUGHTS

→ goetye replied: I HAVE EXAMS WHAT IS THIS

→ javimypapi replied: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COMPETE WITH FUCKING Y/N DAFAQ

→ → 1234choco replied: gg fr fr

Pedro Pascal & Y/N Y/L/N Confirm Relationship

Pascal has confirmed to Volume Magazine that he and actress Y/N Y/L/N have been in a "loving relationship" for a few months now.

pefropuppet: 🤪 loving 🤪 realtionship 🤪

→ javimypapi replied: 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 time to delete myself

It's Official! Pedro Pascal & Y/N Y/L/N are dating

And they're the cutest couple on this side of the planet.

wuit39pi: so glad i live on the otherside of the planet. that means this isn't real

c00lwhip: Y/N and I are still dating on the other side.

→ crayonpascal replied: me with pedro

ICYMI: Y/N Y/L/N dating Pedro Pascal

But I'm willing to bet you Pedro girlies did not miss a second of it.

djarinoppa: please this article is being so LOUD 😭

Radio 100 - Y/N Y/LN talks Pedro Pascal

"Let's talk about it," the young interviewer says, pursing her lips, pinching the air with her manicured nails.

I let out a breathy chuckle and nod, "let's."

"Pedro Pascal."

"Pedro Pascal," I repeat with a smile, continuing to nod.

"I want to know everything," she says, adjusting her headphones and her mic, "we at Radio 100, along with the rest of the world, want to know--" she turns to me, "--how did you bag the baddie?"

I break into laughter.

The host stresses, "the baddie."

"THE baddie," I repeat, "the baddie of our generation, Pedro Pascal," I chuckle and suck in a breath.

The interviewer chuckles with me and motions, "because goodness knows we're all going to be taking notes."

I sigh and think for a moment. I link my hands together and prop them on the table in front of me, "ya know, I was just real with him."

She nods, eager to know what else I had to say.

"I told him," I shrug, "I could bring him in hot or I could bring him in cold."

She breaks into a fit of laughs before I even finish the sentence. I laugh along with her, pleased with the reaction I garnered. She wheezes, "no but did you really?"

"Absolutely not," I snort, "that would have been great though, wouldn't? I'm pretty sure if I did do that, he would have cried."

We both cackle.

"Like," I chuckle, "don't know if it's a good cry or a bad cry but there would have been tears."

dukes_Ducks reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] 😱😱😱😱

cheeseontoast reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] THE PEDRO MEME???????????????????????????????????????????

anabreathing reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] ARE WE GOING TO SEE THEM ON A MAGAZINE TOGETHER LORD HAVE MERCY

TESTmeTRY reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] in front of my mother fucking salad 💀✋

pascalispunk reposted itsYNduh's story:

howlorgrowl reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] did this mf really just say strongly worded letter 😂😂 fuck outta here

itsYNduh reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] THANK YOU 😤😤

dindjarindaddy reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] ????? WHAT IS THIS

thelastofh0e reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] his boomer jumped out smh SCREAMING

pascaldailyupdates: Pedro and Y/N spotted together in a beach in Malibu.

→ MOONBABE replied: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW *RUNS INTO A TRAINTRACK*

→ igotb00bs replied: 💔SO💔HAPPY💔FOR💔YOU💔

→ brrrrambo replied: shhhh you guys its too blurry to tell who it is

→ → dilfpascal replied: LMAOOO

→ → → ynishotok replied: we love denial 🤡

→ cornyluvaffir replied: OK BUT THE HANDS AND THE LEANING AND THE THING WITH THE

→ javimypapi replied: NO CUZ THE WAY MY DAD SAID HE SAW THE MANDO GUY ON THE BEACH AND I DIDNT BELIEVE HIM

→ → 404dead replied: ✋✋✋✋ aint no fucking way 💀

→ dingdongdont replied: *sips clorox cutely*

dadystate0mind: BABE WAKE UP NEW PEDRO Y/N PICS JUST DROPPED

→ dilfpascal replied: what if was my last straw

→ ynbaeluv replied: im so glad this is blurry so i can pretend i didnt see it

→ lmaotryagain replied: the pda is pdaing

→ honeyyn replied: no cuz he got her smiling like mad 😢

→ pedromiamor replied: 😭😭😭

→ ynthighsluv replied: alexa play that should be me

LOOK: Pedro Pascal and Y/N Y/L/N in New York

→ batmanis1 replied: LMAOOOOOO THEY REALLY SAID 4K ULTRA HD

→ → yuh1200 replied: FRRR IM SOBBING I CANT USE THE ITS TOO BLURRY EXCUSE ANYMORE

→ → → jennieluvu replied: JOKES ON YOU I DONT HAVE MY GLASSES ON

→ → → → isaacpascal replied: DW I BLURRED THE PIC FOR US [image attached]

→ propernadz replied: I'm mentally unwell because they look so good together and I cannot deny.

→ stuckyforlife replied: GOD I HAVE SEEN WHAT YOU DO FOR OTHERS

→ natasharomanovv replied: i just woke up

→ → nevergain replied: same 😭😭😭

bellaramsey reposted itsYNduh's story

508cutie reposted bellaramsey's story [captioned] HELP BELLA REPOSTED THIS I CANT

donttalkbetty reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] SCREASMIFNF

pascalispunk reposted itsYNduh's story:

dilfpascals reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] DEAD IN THE GRAVE NO ONE TOUCH ME

memeynok reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] APOLOGY WITH TEARS

anderson_1 reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] no but theyre so cute for this and i hate it

enterthesandman reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] HES SHYYYYYY

ilovepascl reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW

itsYNduh reposted pascalispunk's story:

igotitithink reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] GOD I SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS

ILOVEyn reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] WHEN IS IT MY TURN

[larcenywrites]

kinda random but headcanons about young!tony telling maria stark all about his girlfriend (maybe she was his best friend/childhood friend and then they fell in love and maria always teased them about how they'd make a cute couple) and maria teasing him about being a lovesick puppy but also being super happy about it + relationship advice from mama stark 🤧🥰 maybe her telling tony what she thinks of his girlfriend and everything 🥺👉👈

Tbh I like the idea of Tony and his s/o being cute childhood friends🥺 and this is already long but I feel like I have so much more I wanna say 😭 I hardly know what I said here honestly 😭 I focused a lot more on the childhood aspect ngl 😭

Word count: 1,909

Warnings: she/her terms and pronouns used | completely SFW |

💠You and Tony have been connected at the hip since childhood! Neighbors, both the only children in your families, same age— so of course you both got up to no good in the shared strip of grass between your homes! And eventually up to no good in each other's homes! 

💠Cue that video of that kid crying because the other kid said that she'd marry him 😂 That's pretty much little you and little Tony! Your Superman and Barbie were always married to his Batman and He-Man toys, and maybe you made him be the housewife when you played house in the kitchen 😌 And Maria was probably much more entertained with whatever love-betrayal-murder plot you two came up with on the living room floor than the daytime soaps on the tv 🤧

💠Especially if Maria is best friends with your parent/s, I'm sure she was the type to giggle about how their kids will grow up and get married 

💠He was ripping apart RC cars instead of playing with them in the driveway, or making you hold wires in place while he duct-taped them around a pipe. And Howard wasn't very happy when he started tearing television remotes apart, too… 

💠So when daddy dearest shipped him off to boarding school, summers and holidays were practically spent entirely together!

💠He always hid in your backyard when he was sent home early from boarding school for being difficult, and was oh-so-boastful about winning the fight that got him sent home early- that he didn't even start, by the way! He started hiding in your room on the days he had to go back, but he wasn't going to let you get in trouble for hiding him when now your parents were involved in the search too 😖

💠Every year, the same routine. Sometimes he came back a little taller, and sometimes he was leaving with a new haircut (of which you weren't afraid to let him know your opinion of it!) that would be grown back out by the time he returned, but one day, in particular, was different...

💠 He'd shown up at your window as per usual, right at the end of summer, finally tall enough to cross his arms over your windowsill without standing on his toes. 

💠 "I don't wanna go," he whined, squishing his cheek against his arm as he rested his head upon his crossed arms. 

💠"But you'll get in trouble," you argued back, meeting him at the window and standing on your knees, still looking down at him. 

💠"I'll get in trouble either way." He continued to pout, but you didn't let up either. 

💠"It's just one more year." But your plea was only met with a sigh.

💠"Here," you started decisively, tone making him turn towards you, still with his chin tucked over his arms. With a short bout of courage, you quickly leaned down before he could even realize, barely touching your lips to his in a child's-excuse-of-a-kiss that hardly lasted a second. "I'll wait for you to get back, okay?" You chirped reassuringly, fighting the heat under your cheeks.

💠Wide-eyed and red-faced, no longer slumped over crossed arms and tight-lipped, he could only nod cartoonishly. 

💠 You'd always thought he looked silly and a bit scrawny in his school uniform, but now he looked quite cute in those silly green shorts as he was finally heeding Jarvis' call from the car. 

💠Both fortunately and unfortunately, nothing special happened or changed once he came home, but as time passes, it's only natural for the two of you to get shy at close contact or steal glances during a round of Galaga or Mario, and maybe sitting a bit close for the thrill!

💠And Maria obviously notices! She doesn't play on the NES herself, but she enjoys watching! Or maybe just enjoys watching you guys 🤭

💠And later that night at dinner, she's definitely teasing Tony about how cute you two are, but even Howard comes to the poor blushing boy's rescue 😖

💠Remember that Tony went to college real early at 16, probably much to your secret bitterness and dismay 😒 but the worst was that, once again, he only came home on summers and winters and holidays 😔 where you got to hear all about his new friend and maybe felt a bit jealous 😔

💠But at least with his more formal education (and more trust from his dad), he was no longer so anarchic with his little science experiments! Sure, he'd always made little robots and been able to put anything back together with only minor issues, but now you were seeing him in a section of the paper with much larger robots and maybe feeling a bit silly now about holding the flashlight for him while he tore apart your family's backup generator 😅 

💠And maybe you leaned in a little too close on purpose when he was sketching out his blueprints to bring to class after spring break... hey, they are actually really good! 

💠Eventually those RC cars became real cars, and eventually he asked you out… with some help from his mom, of course. 

💠"Tony, when are you going to man up and ask (Y/N) out?" Maria asks one day.

💠"Huh?" He's genuinely confused and taken aback, looking over at his mom with furrowed brows.

💠"You heard me." 

💠"I don't think it's like that," he replies meekly, already blushing. 

💠"Didn't you say she kissed you?"

💠"Yeah, when we were like fourteen…" 

💠"And it doesn't seem anyone else is willing to hang out with you every day..."

💠"Should I be offended by that?" 

💠"You should be inspired."

💠Tony rolls his eyes a little, but it is already something he's thought about. Of course he's thought about it! And honestly, you've probably dropped some very frustratingly obvious hints 😖 and Tony isn't stupid. You know this, he knows this. Well, maybe he's a little more inept when it comes to social cues, but still! 

💠Maria has known you for nearly you're whole life, and she already adores you, so don't worry, she also talks all about how lovely you seem and how Tony should go for it! She's on your side! As soon as you leave, she'll have something to say!

💠And the longer Tony puts it off, the more she'll just downright be like, "Y/N was flirting with you, dummy!!!!" or "You guys are very cute 🥰"

💠Tony is frustrated not because he disagrees, but because he really doesn't know what to do and doesn't wanna look stupid :( Because, let's be honest, in this circumstance, he has 0 experience 🤧

💠After awkwardly trying and failing to ask you out in his garage one night, after fumbling to grab every tool and getting hit by the car's hood he didn't properly secure, and then became even more flustered after you grabbed onto his shoulders and head and asked if he was okay, he decided to begrudgingly ask his mom for help 😖

💠And gets even more embarrassed when she excitedly agrees 😓

💠"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just help me out here," he whines in a regional New York accent that he's probably mostly shed by now with his college career. 

💠And only many months later will Maria tell you about his red cheeks and scrunched nose as he asked 🤭

💠But!!! What she's saying... he already failed at a few days ago :( He tried asking you on a date during a casual hangout :( but he was already not doing himself many favors so he gave up and just let you go home with nothing more than a meek "see ya 🙂" 

💠His mom makes him feel a little better about it, especially when she says that you probably thought it was cute😊😊 and probably knew what was up anyway! But, uh, maybe still make sure you don't do that next time... have more confidence!

💠So... the next time you're both hanging out in his garage... he's probably puffing out his chest and flexing a bit 🤭 but when you do look, it does help his confidence! And that's the point! 

💠This time when you go to leave, he's still a bit flustered and stumbling through a few words, but he does manage to get out a "so, um... I was thinking maybe we should go somewhere... nicer? Next time? Maybe Friday?"

💠He becomes a bit squeaky at the end there, but it only helps him look cuter! Of course, you've been waiting on this for years, probably, so you can confidently smile back at him and tell him you'd love that- maybe even tell him that you have been waiting for him to ask!

💠Bonus points if you give him a little cheek kiss before you head home, kinda reminiscent of your silly little childhood kiss 🥰 And yes, Tony never forgot it 😘

💠Your confidence (and his lack thereof) definitely throws him off! But don't let his stiff demeanor fool you! He's very happy! And can't hide his grin when he head into his own house... which his mom instantly picks up on and may have been watching through the window 🤭

💠And might tease him about that little kiss 😘

💠But now... he has to actually plan the date 😨

💠First dates are always awkward (especially with your childhood friend!), but with some pretty flowers and surprisingly confident handholding, it goes well! 

💠Bonus points for another cheek kiss before you head inside your house after he drops you off 😘 

💠Either way, now he's hooked! 

💠Now, when you lean over the edge of the car to look under the hood and huddle close to him, he can't help but smile all giddy and sneak a kiss 🥺 because now he's allowed to and now he's super cute 😭

💠He used to always keep it to himself, but now when he calls his mom every week from school like usual, he can't help but complain about being bored without you 🥺 only for Rhodey to scoff offendedly behind him loud enough for Maria to hear 😭 

💠And you know Rhodey got an earful when Tony returned from Summer break talking about his new girlfriend 😘

💠And you also know that when Tony calls you from school, Rhodes is waiting not only to make his own calls, but 7 out of 10 times waiting to make kissy noises and aws every time Tony says he misses you or anything along those lines 🥰 The other times, Rhodey does give you guys some peace and quiet, but sometimes him being there for the call is fun too! 

💠But even when he is home, and even if you were just over yesterday or earlier that day, Maria can tell he's bummed ☹️

💠But honestly it does kinda make her happy! Her son is in love!! But she can't help but tease him about being all lovesick 🥰🥰 There's probably a picture somewhere of him pouting at the breakfast table, but he'll brush it off as him being tired 😤

💠The two of them being close is, believe it or not, a good thing for you! Sure, Maria is protective of her son, but she's also protective of you! Moreso when it comes to your relationship with Tony! 

💠If Tony comes to confide in her about an argument, whether or not he's in the wrong, she's telling him how to fix it 🤧 and sending him with flowers 💐

[slamminslamminmcgill]

MAN I LOVE UR WRITING I NEED MORE JIMMY MCGILL NOWWW!!!!! that’s unhinged im so sorry

anyways if ur still taking requests i beg u to write smthn abt Goodman helping a client (client is transmasc and tatted and pieced as fuck (me)) with weed possession and he wins the case cus he’s Saul Goodman obviously. after they celebrate with a joint and they have some nasty high sex. like imagining Saul coughing on a joint and being like “damn kid this shit’s strong.. let’s fuck” makes me shensudbwjwbs 🙏🙏

anyways have a good day/night man, congrats on graduating!!! :))

HIIIII im also tatted and pierced so this is personal 2 me 😌🖤 kinda took the piercing idea and ran with it teehee

didn’t wanna describe any specific tattoos but i included some piercing mentions (nipples, septum, tongue, vch for plot relevance >:3c)

this is also way longer than a usual drabble so plbbbbbt

warning: intox kink (weed), light degradation

anatomical terms: clit/dick/cock, pussy, hole

“In light of this new evidence, the court has decided to drop all charges against the defendant.”

Slam dunk. Saul did it again. He’d managed to convince the judge that the cop who arrested you for marijuana possession had conducted an illegal search. He got you off. You were grateful that you wouldn’t have this looming over your head for the rest of your life. So grateful, in fact, that you hugged him as soon as you two stepped out of the courtroom.

“Ah, don’t mention it, kid. Least I could do for you.” He smiled and patted your back. He’d actually taken quite a liking to you while working on your case. You reminded him of his Slippin’ Jimmy days back in Chicago. A naïve 20-something with an affinity for pot and a less than stellar relationship with the law. He hoped he could steer you on the right path, and maybe have some fun with you too. “Say, you’re actually my last client for today. You wanna grab some food with me or something? Maybe Peter Parker’s girlfriend could join us.”

You snorted. Mary Jane. That was your code for inviting each other to smoke, which ironically you'd done frequently while working on your case. You pushed yourself off his chest and smiled up at him. “Sure. I’d like that.”

You two sat in the parking lot of Los Pollos Hermanos hotboxing his luxury car, passing a joint back and forth with greasy fingers. You took a bite of your sandwich, and a glob of chipotle mayo fell onto your nice, clean dress shirt.

"Aw, man." You groaned, before remembering you didn't need to impress anyone anymore. You shrugged, "Eh, whatever," and untied your tie, no doubt getting chicken grease all over the fabric. Then, you unbuttoned and untucked your ruined shirt, wiped the mayo off with a napkin, and tossed it behind you, leaving you in a tank top undershirt with your arm tattoos exposed. "God, I hate wearing long sleeves. I don't know how you can wear full suits in weather like this. Feel like I'm suffocating."

"You get used to it." Saul laughed and cranked the A/C for you. "I just wasn't sure if the judge would appreciate your ink as much as I do. Wanted to make sure you had the 'perfect little darling' look, y'know? Some people are close-minded like that. Least you don't have to anymore." He passed you the joint. His eyes trailed up your forearms to your chest, where he saw two barbells poking through your shirt. "Woah, hey! You got your high beams on! I'm surprised you didn't set off the metal detector with those!"

You had no idea what he was talking about, "Huh?", until your eyes followed his and you looked down. "Oh! Oh yeah, I figured I wouldn't have to take those ones out."

"Well, they look good on you. Not a lot of dudes can pull them off." Saul took a sip of his drink, ice sloshing as he put it down in the cup holder. "How many piercings you got, anyway?"

You ran through your list nonchalantly. “Not counting the ones on my ears, I have four. Septum, tongue, both nipples, and-“ You stopped yourself short and froze. The other piercing was a VCH. Vertical clit hood. If you told him that, you’d be outing yourself. You decided the best move was to say nothing else. He was a smart guy. Let him figure it out.

And he did. “Oh, ho! Naughty boy! You got a Prince Albert or something?" He elbowed you. "Chicks must be ALL over you."

You grimaced, hoping it looked like a nervous smile. "Not exactly..."

"Hm. Tell you what." Saul lit the joint, hit it, and passed it to you. "I'll buy you an eighth if you show me."

You nearly dropped the joint on your leg when he said that. "What?! Are you serious?!"

"Dead serious! I wanna know if I'm missing out! Maybe I should get one." You anxiously took a puff as he spoke with confidence. Confidence that was unwarranted; he had no clue what he was getting into. "Look, I got a guy and his stuff is the shit. It'll be worth it, I promise. You just whip it out, lemme see, put it back, and I'll hook you up. Hell, I'll even knock some off the money you owe me."

You did the cost benefit analysis in your head. Free weed plus less debt to your lawyer, and all you have to do is show him your pussy? Would it really be so bad? He really wasn't the judgmental type. He'd definitely ogle, but surely he'd understand. You sighed. "Okay. I'll do it." You took one more hit of the joint and passed it to him before you unbuckled your belt. "Just so you know, though, it's probably not what you're expecting."

Saul scoffed. "Kid, I've seen a lot of crazy things in my day. Unless your dick has a radio antenna sticking out of it or something, I think I can handle it."

You ignored his sass and worked on undressing yourself. You slid your pants off, and crossed your legs so he wouldn't see the lack of bulge in your underwear. Then, you looked over at him. "Ready?"

"Ready." He answered smugly.

You uncrossed your legs and tugged your underwear down. Your clothes pooled around your ankles, and you kicked your shoes off to free yourself. Now for the reveal. You turned your body to face him, scooted forwards, and opened your legs, hooking one behind the driver's seat, and the other propped on the dashboard. You spread your lips and showed him your, rather unconventional, dick piercing. The metal barbell stared him right in the face, and he stared back, mouth agape.

"Oh my god..."

You could see the gears turning in his head. His eyes flicked back and forth from your junk, to your face, and then back to your junk. For a man who loved the sound of his own voice, it was rare for him to be left truly speechless, but you'd done it. It was honestly quite the confidence boost.

You smirked. "Well? Is it everything you hoped for?"

"Yeah... Yeah it is..." He answered breathlessly. His mind was screaming at him not to fuck this up.

"Got anything to say? Any questions, comments, or-"

Saul butted in the middle of your sentence. Apparently, he did have something important to say. "Can I touch it?" He blurted out.

You knew exactly where this was going, and you were gonna enjoy the ride. "Sure, go for it." You took the joint and the lighter from him, leaving his hands free to explore.

Saul leaned over and brushed his hand against your skin, not fully making contact with the piercing just yet, essentially just rubbing his fingers up your slit. He was taking his time. He was warming you up. "This is... This is incredible. God, you're... you're really something else kid."

You took a hit of the joint and sighed on the exhale. From his gentle touch and praise to the haze of the weed, you were plenty warm already. Once he thought the same, he pressed his thumb against the barbell and flicked it up. Your whole body jolted and you gasped. "Ah!"

"You alright?" He asked, not pulling his hand away. He kept it firmly in position, ready to strike again.

"Y-Yeah, just-" He did it again, "Ngh... just be careful it's-" and again, "ah... it's sensitive..." and again.

He chuckled. "I can tell. Is that why you got it? You like the extra stimulation?"

"Mhm..." You nodded.

"Heh... slut." He pressed his thumb down hard and rubbed you in quick circles. "Keep smoking. I'm gonna have fun with you."

"O-Okayyy..." You whimpered and lit the joint while he teased you, watching him with wanting eyes as you climbed higher and higher. The smoke left your body and carried a sigh of pleasure out with it.

Keeping his thumb on your cock, he scooped his other fingers down and prodded at your hole. "Aw, look at you. You're already wet for me? That's precious." He slipped two inside without resistance, cooing to you as he pumped them in and out, savoring your pathetic whines and tremors. "Oh, now that's a good boy. C'mon, take another hit."

You took another drag, and while your lungs were full of smoke, he shot his fingers up against your g-spot. You moaned for half a second before choking on your hit. You coughed and waved the smoke out of your face, scrambling for some semblance of composure. "You dick! You did that on purp-ohhh..."

Saul kept working his hand, laughing at how easy it was to shut you up. "Yeah. Yeah, I did, but don't act like you don't love it." He leaned in and kissed your cheek before whispering right to you, making sure you could hear him over your own body. "Hear that? Hear how wet you are for me? That's how I know you love it. Whore." He tilted your face towards him and caught you in a kiss. You let his tongue invade your mouth and take what he wanted, a trail of spit connected you two as he broke off. "You like getting filled up, huh, boy?"

Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate whine. "Y-Yes..."

"Yeah? I bet you like getting fucked in your tight little pussy, too, is that right? You like it when a big, strong, man puts his cock in you and uses you like a cheap sex doll?"

Another slam dunk. He was right on the money. "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!"

He flashed a sinister grin. "Good boy." He pulled his hand out of you and went for his own belt. He yanked his pants down, showing off a noteworthy tent in his boxers. You didn't get much of a look before those were off too, but the sight of what was underneath was far better. "Gimme the joint." He demanded as he stroked his cock in preparation.

You'd do anything he said. You handed him the joint and the lighter without a second thought.

"Good boy." He took a hit and blew the smoke in your direction. "So," He took a second to cough, "what you're gonna do is you're gonna sit on my cock and bounce that pretty little ass of yours on it. You think you can do that?"

There were no words left in your mind. You were an animal, acting purely on instinct. He gave the order, and immediately you climbed into his lap, bumping into the steering wheel a few times as you tried to situate yourself. Saul offered no assistance, he just continued with the joint. Fortunately, you managed to get into position without help, and you sunk down onto his cock.

"Oh! Oh my-Mmph!"

He used your wide open mouth as an opportunity to shotgun you. He blew the smoke into you and let it fill the parts of your body that he couldn't reach. You gripped his shoulders and squeezed him like you were trying to pop him. When he pulled back, you dropped your head onto his shoulder and whined.

"There we go. You feel so good, baby boy." He kissed your head and rubbed your back, comforting you as you settled into him. "Now," He yanked you up by your hair to look him in the eyes.

"Hold on tight. Cause I'm gonna take you for a ride..."

[chiiyuuvv]

fate encounter type thing with minjae where like yn and minjae run into each other in a convenience store and both go for the same ramen cup but its the last one and they stank eye each other before they randomly do rock paper scissors and yn wins the cup ramen but minjae still wants it so he keeps trying to convince her to atleast share and and and aaaaah

• PAIRING — minjae x fem!reader (i used she alot to refer to yn)

• GENRE — crack heads, angry co-worker, more crack heads.. i think thats it

• WORD COUNT — 641

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i loved this request smm!! I hope i gave it the justice it deserves 😌😌

• TAGLIST — @hyunukitty (and yes 1 is worst, 10 is best)

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"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!!"

the workers and shoppers stop when they hear the random shout, turning their heads to watch a girl and boy quickly slam their fists on their hands, the boy letting out a scream of defeat when the girl opens her palm, indicating paper.

"I swear, it's something everyday." One of the workers mumble, rolling their eyes when the boy falls to the floor, bringing his hands together to beg to the girl.

You were that girl. You were a regular at that convenient store, always known to cause some type of trouble everyday. You decided to stop in, not only to annoy the workers, but to try their newest ramen flavor.

Everything was sunshine and rainbows when you noticed there was one left, skipping towards the container and placing your hand on it, only to feel another persons hand on it. You look over to find a brown and blond haired boy look over at you, giving each other the stink eye at the same time.

And when you declared rock, paper, scissors, you were a little nervous to lose, as you really wanted to try it. But that didnt matter, you won, holding back your laugh as the boy begs to you. "Pleasee~ theres enough for two, we could always share!!" He bats his lashes, sticking out his bottom lip.

And for a second, you almost gave in, quickly shaking your head and finding yourself a drink to go with your meal. "What can i do, so that we at least share."

"Hm, I dunno. I don't really share with random strangers."

"I'm minjae!!" The boy greets himself in a flash, blocking your way as he brings his hand out with a smile, wanting you to shake it. You look the boy up and down, before turning away.

"I'm twenty, currently in school. I really wanted to try that flavor too, so i was hoping if you would share!!" He follows you, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I know there's some kindness in you." He pokes your shoulder, a pout on your lips.

"Hmm.." you think to yourself. "Nah." You shrug your shoulder, handing your food to the cashier. "Come onn!!" Minjae yells, the cashier rolling their eyes yet again.

"Ooh, ooh i know!!" The cashier fakes a smile. "If i flip this quarter, and you get heads," he points to you, "and you get tails," he points to minjae, "you have to get out."

"Hey, thats not fair." You cross your arms.

"Fine, fine, if its tails the boy wins." The cashier flips the quarter in the air, minjae giving you a little smirk when the quarter lands on the table. "Heads!!" The cashier yells, minjae letting out another whine.

"HA!" you cackle, taking your ramen and walking to the exit door, turning around to stick your tongue out. "Ah, its okay kid, you can have this flavor instead, its pork instead of cheese."

"WHAT!" you stop in your tracks, minjae's turn to cackle. "Switch!!" You yell, throwing the ramen to the boys chest and reaching for his. "Ah, ah, ahh!! How about this." He reaches over for some paper and a pen, scribbling some numbers down. "Text this number, and maybe I'll consider." He winks at you, your face red as he walks out of the store

"And that, was how i met your father." You finish your bedtime story. The 'kids' clapping, some gasping. "Minjaes got rizz!!!" Hunter shouts, the said boy rolling his eyes with a scoff.

"Not really, but i love him anyway." You lean over to give minjae a kiss on the cheek, the boy smiling cheeky at you as the youngers groan in disgust. "Get a room!" Seeun yells, jinsik throwing a pillow at the couple.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He gets up, grabbing your hand. "Good night!"

"Good night!!"

[megamindsecretlair]

🎃 🦇 trick or treat! 🧛‍♂️🦇

You've completely rotted my brain with vampirism and I'm having another vampire phase now because of you bestie...

So.... what are your favourite vampires and or vampire books, films, shows etc.?!

Any spooky inspirations for your amazing Tyrone vampire au?

I LOVE YOU! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Whew, this is a semi long one! Happy Halloween, im sorry I'm late, but I had to think! My recall is ass 💀🤣

Oof, im all over the place. But I'll have to credit Sherrilyn Kenyon on getting me into the sexual side of vamps. The Dark Hunter series remains one of my faves, I've read almost up to ...book 32? Book 33? I lost count. But the author started going through issues with her ex who was coming after her books so she started publishing the same story from different perspectives and i zoned out. Might be time to zone back in 🤔

Of course, have to credit the GOATS - Vampire in Brooklyn and Queen of the Damned. Im now obsessed with the idea of smashing the two together and fuck it, might be my second vamp novel. I'll see what shakes loose 💁🏽‍♀️

First off, Black vamps? Yassss. Black vamps in a position of power that was not "earned" after centures of racism or struggle or Black trauma porn? Double yasss 🙌🏽😩 (I haven't read the Anne Rice books so I could be wrong about my queen but ehh, no one pays me to be right 🤣)

Vamp Tyrone takes some inspo from this. The way the teeth are, the complete devotion to one person and one person only 🤌🏽 the whiff of toxicity 🤣 idk, something about the push and pull between Max and Rita still fn eats 😩🙌🏽 corruption kink for the win 🙌🏽😩 also Dracula fits here too, with Gary Oldman but Ill also take the Luke Evans version 🥵

Can we collectively say fuck Julie Plec? All that aside, this was my shoooowww. This and Originals. The Mikkaelson family 🥵🥵🥵 while I don't bring up the concept of doppelgangers in Vamp Tyrone, I am obsessed with twins, doubles, clones, etc. And obvs that fit with Tyrone.

And lastly, ik ik. Listen, everyone needs trash in their faves and I was, am, and still will be obsessed with this trash ass series. I mean, we can collectively say fuck Stephanie Meyers weird ass, but I love this series and I don't have to defend it 😌

Again, obsessed with the thought of a vamp waiting for their forever partner, the inherent romanticism of vampirism, and the flirt with disaster and death and melancholy that always speaks to me. You can probably guess that Edgar Allen Poe is a fave of mines too 🤣 certified emo over here 😌😌

Theres a lot of things that went into my version of vamps. They can't go out into sunlight, they need blood to survive, they can tolerate normal food but it does nothing for them, they have some decorum now because of technology but Black vamps are on top.

I really dislike going to hunt for a vampire story only to find that white people are vamps and Black people are vampire hunters. Who decided that? Why is it always like that? Why can't I live my best Black vamp life 😩😩😩

And special shoutout to Vampire Academy as well. Is it cheesy? Sure. Am I obsessed? Yes. I'm behind finishing the series chuz the author pissed me tf off in book 3 🤣🤣🤣 she's on a timeout.

Thanks for asking beautiful 😍

[saints-helen]

Hehe, first suggestive piece >:333

Basically, crepic foreplay with some sad bits, I'm excited to post this!~

(if anyone thinks cross could dominate you are WRONG. he is a princess in bed and should be treated as such 😌)

cross's breaths were soft, warm, where they fanned against the side of epic's head, his fingertips trailing across his lover's ecto as he laid back in bed, all comfortable and presumably very, Very warm.

he pressed soft kisses against his neck, not biting, not yet, just pressing against the skin, breathing him in, and delighting when cross turned his head to the side, still panting, to give him better access.

"e-epic" he breathed out, and he couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped him, grinning, as he lifted his head to look at cross, both of their bodies sweaty with all the heat in the room.

and oh.. what a sight he was.

flushed, barely trembling, his eyes lidded and desperate, mouth slightly open so Invitingly that epic Had to force his eyes away, lest he lose himself in the sight.

"yeah?" he answered, and cross took a deep shaky breath, almost whining as he threw his arm over his eyes to hide his face, head turned away from epic.

"don't- look at me like that" he prefaced, then, peeking out, he said "don't tease"

he hummed, "but i like teasing", tugging away cross's arm away from his face resulted in such a pretty little whine escaping him, his brow bones knitting in a near Pout as he tried to glare at him.

"don't Tease" he said again, and epic nuzzled his nose against his cheek, intertwining their fingers together as he kissed the bone beneath his mouth, enjoying the way he felt cross's pulse quicken at the gesture.

"not teasing, then" he replied, his smile ever present; he couldn't help it, not really, not when cross looked This pretty and tempting.

"buttering you up," he said "getting you ready"

"don't wanna" cross huffed out.

"ya gotta" he teased back, earning him yet another whine.

he'd come to find this evening that cross was a very, Very whiny person, and he'd never been as delighted at a discovery like this since he learned how Easy it was to make the man blush.

"stoopppp" he whined, turning his head from side to side in disapproval, panting with eyes squeezed shut.

"i hate you"

"you wouldn't be letting me do this if ya did~" he teases back, only to be met with silence.

ah, right, a bit too soon then, his bad for forgetting.

before it can spiral into anything more, he soothes it away with another purr, nuzzling his nose against his lover's jaw and counting it as a win when he huffs in annoyance.

"bothersome.." he mutters, and epic simply responds "i love you too~"

he's never been one not to listen, however, so he actually begins getting him ready, then.

his fingers gliding down cross's chest to his stomach, enjoying the way his breath Sputters at the sudden change in pace.

he won't go too quickly though, oh no, he's going to savour every single Second of this, commit it to memory, commit Him to memory too, as his hands smooth over the quivering 'skin".

"epic.." he pants out again, more desperation than complaint this time, a soft "a- hah!" escaping him when epic nips at the soft flesh of his neck, quickly pressing a soft kiss against it before moving a bit and doing it again.

he's always gentle with cross, would be even if cross didn't ask him a million times beforehand to be. he'd never been the rough sort of lover, and he knew it was a good thing, as he didn't think cross could handle anything But soft, at least not yet.

he knew the man's life had not been gentle, knew praise was never offered when it should've and that, when someone gripped him, it was never really just to Feel him, never for the sake of it, always was for something else.

he intended to be the exact opposite, refusing to be added to the list of shitty ex lovers who'd never treated him like he'd deserved, who'd taken advantage of his desperate need to please to get what they wanted.

oh.. no, epic would Never be like that, not with a gun pressed to his head.

he'd make sure cross was well taken care of, he'd praise him all throughout , and he knew what cross's inevitable answer would be,

"i didn't even do anything"

it seemed to be his catchphrase, almost, the thing he always said as he blushed, looking off side to side in confusion when epic would randomly tell him how pretty he was, how he loved him,

"but i didn't even do anything"

a denial, almost, a reminder, a plea that he did Not deserve this, even when epic consistently insisted that he did.

always downplaying the work he did around here, how he looked, how lovely he spoke and how funny he joked. it seemed to epic his lover wore the exact Opposite of rose tinted glasses, seeming to see himself as the devil incarnate if he didn't earn Every Little Thing.

he knew cross would feel guilty after this, he knew because he knew him, knew he hated to take an inch without giving a Mile in return, and still feeling like it wasn't enough.

how much effort did this take, then? how much work and careful wording "I enjoy this, I like spoiling my partners" the amount of wordplay needed, convincing, for cross to let him lay him back in bed, looking all pretty, and let epic do all the work?

it Was true, however, he Did like spoiling his partners, even more so if they didn't think they deserved it,

even more so if they've never experienced it before.

epic didn't Like cross's previous partners, didn't like the mark they'd left on his sweet, hilarious, kind lover.

didn't like the way they made every insecurity the man already had ten times worse, so much so that, even now, his claws digging into epic's back, finally unclenching from their place in the bed, hesitant, (and oh how he'd Beg the stars that cross left his mark there), fingers flexing and curling, he still had his clothing on, refusing, even in these most intimite moments, epic the right to look at all of him.

it took long just to get him to unbutton his Shirt all the way, and epic wasn't willing to push anymore than that lest the sweet man get nervous, so he currently admired what of him he Could see, eyes drinking it up with Hunger he'd never dare to hide.

he wantsd cross to know Exactly what he thought of him.

another thing he rememberered, then, when the hand not at his back flew to cross's mouth, eyes squeezed shut at a particularly teasing bite in a place he knew was sensitive, he saw his tempting, far too tempting sharp fangs dig into his palm hard enough to Bleed.

epic, always attentive no matter how hazy his eyes got with lust, put a stop to that quickly, tugging the hand away by the wrist and, using a kiss to the wrist to sneak a look at the wound, assessed the damage.

not too bad, thankfully, just barely broke 'skin', and his eyes were eventually drawn back to his lover as he tried to yank his hand away, eyes dazed as the tried to focus on him, the newest victim to those teeth the lip caught between them

"please..." he half whined weakly, and epic met his eyes for a moment before pressing the nicked palm to his cheek, then kissing the cut.

"you're pretty when you beg," he murmured, "but i don't like to see you bleeding. don't do this, please" he says, the last word added to make absolutely sure that what he said did Not sound like an order.

it scared him, he'd admit, when cross looked at him like what he'd said was an order.

he hated it with a passion.

"sorry..." he mutters, face turned to the side, and epic will take it,

at least he didn't add "sir" to the end of it this time, by reflex. it never failed to make him nauseous whenever he did.

right, so where was he? ah, yes, he was trailing circles with his thumb against the dip in his hip, a spot he found he Especially liked to tease.

it was very pretty. cross was very pretty. he never understood how anyone couldn't see that, because even if he found himself with his eyes closed, his hands would still shake as he imagined the curves of that body as he smoothed them over it.

cross never liked being too loud, and epic knew it would translate to this, too, because whenever his voice got a pitch higher than he wanted his mouth would always clamp shut.

it wasn't difficult to figure out what cross needed, what he wanted, not at all, and he wasn't quite sure what all the Fuss was about.

cross had told him, hours before they began this because yes, it took him hours to soothe the anxiety enough for them to start, that sex had never really been all that.. tempting, for him before. (understandable, considering his orientation.) that he'd never craved it with anyone as much as he did so with epic.

(and oh.. how Delightful that was to hear, his soul soaring as he grinned.. but before he could inevitably tease him about it cross had thrown a pillow in his face, so he figured he'd keep his mouth shut for now)

that, with those he'd been with before, it always seemed like a dreadful ticking time clock of patience that would eventually run out, when the "I'm not ready yet" would start to be met with frustration instead of care, when the "I'm sorry. are you mad at me?" would stop being met with a response altogether.

again, he didn't know what all the Fuss was about, so what if cross wasn't willing to have sex on the first date? or second? or the thirtieth?

so what if he needed some extra time to feel up to it? to feel comfortable enough being in such an incredibly vulnerable position that required an amount of trust from the man that, frankly, most people took for granted?

epic was happy to have cross in any way cross let him, whether it be his friend, his lover, his queer platonic partner, you name it. as long as he got to stay at his side, making him happy, he was content.

he didn't Need the sex, he'd enjoy it sure, but it was far from a deal-breaker for him, he'd wait for as long as cross needed him to, hell, he'd wait Forever if that's what cross needed him to do.

because he deserved it, he absolutely Deserved it, and he'd said so, too, only for cross to deny him his conviction under the argument that "some people Do need it, epic."

it was absolute bull, the rushing the man was always subject to, but he was too busy listening to cross tell him about always eventually Caving, initiating the act under the guilt of "depriving them" just so they'd smile at him again, stop looking at him with a look that screamed "When?", the lingering looks shot to him, when they thought he couldn't see, when they both were watching a movie that happened to have an intimate scene, where cross, ever so perceptive, fascinating cross, Knew Exactly what they were thinking. He was too busy - he was never the sort to get so angry - controlling his breathing to argue his point.

"pretty thing.." he purred, cross's breath hitching as he bit him again, a calculated move, as he knew cross was about to deny it again.

"doing so good for me.. singing so sweetly.. " a whine "pretty bird~"

he extended his claws, dragging them across cross's abdomen and down his pants, feeling him squirm and writhe beneath him, and stars, he'd never been more turned on in his Life.

cross's arms both wrapped around his neck, holding on tightly as he buried his face in his shoulder, and epic could feel the tenseness in his legs as he tried not to kick them, toes curling.

he didn't enter him, yet, didn't even tease it, still trailing slow sensual circles into his inner thighs, getting a soft moan as a reward for his efforts.

he wanted cross to enjoy this, he wanted him to enjoy it as much as he possibly could, and despite his earlier protests at epic teasing him, he figured cross wouldn't want to go too fast either.

he didn't want to make him feel used, god forbid let him think epic was getting Impatient with him, so for now, and for a while yet, he'll continue to get him wet without actually doing much of anything.

he liked it better that way, anyway.

[sappho-knight]

hey bestie, mind answering every qn in the relationships category? 😌

1. Are you straight/bi/gay/etc?

i'm a lesbian 🥺

2. How many relationships have you been in?

what the hell counts as a relationship 2???????? 1.5??? i don't know bestie i haven't been keeping proper count because of how they end up...

3. What has been your longest relationship?

like 6 going on 7 years? imagine being trapped in a relationship due to comphet and then seeing a girl tear up your life so much you wanna break free even if you don't get her in the end. i'd still call that a win (because i get to be lesbian now)

4. How old were you when you had your first relationship?

15, if not 16 i think? it's kind of a long story that involves a shit ton of trigger warnings so i'd rather not explain it to public here.

5. Have you ever been in a long distance relationship?

yes, it's the one in #3.

6. Have you ever used an online dating site?

i actually haven't, unless you count roleplaying forums on the internet "online dating sites".

7. What do you look for in a partner?

i really don't look... for a partner. what attracts me to a woman, though, is usually their confidence. and to be fair, the girls i'd fallen for in the past had very strong egos. they also tended to be really poor choices as my partner (ignoring circumstances of how i met them)

8. What do you look for in a hookup?

i also don't look for hookups??? 🥺 i just act like a house pet that walks over to someone who wants me when they call my name ig??? and whatever happens happens???

9. Have you ever had a one-night-stand?

yes! i regret it. the person was nice though and i totally respect them. but holy shit i wouldn't again, so sorry...

10. Have you ever been a booty call? 11. Have you ever had a booty call? 12. Who was it?

hey um. do we count

13. Have you ever had a friend-with-benefits? 14. Who was it?

hey um. bestie. its you...

15. Have you ever cheated on a partner? Explain. 16. Have you ever been cheated on? Explain.

short answer: yes to both. long answer: they're both complicated, and related to #3/4 respectively. you can ask me to dm it to you again if you want 🥺

17. Would you ever be in an open relationship? Have you?

i would not like to be! :) i'm too territorial to want an open relationship. if i think hard enough the only circumstances this might differ would be like. i'm allo and they're ace, and the compromise for my allo-ness is to fulfill that need elsewhere or something. but all things considered i would rather not be in an open relationship, no.

[galexibrain]

One of my biggest wins is that I have one fic that has the third-highest kudos count of the fandom, and I've posted it only two years ago.

The fandom is 20 years old and was never big, and now it's dead, so the fact that my fic still reached 170 people, which is more than I thought were still in the fandom, is pretty cool.

And yeah I think I'm the literal best writer in that fandom 😌

[kimtaegis]

"but now it’s finally in MY hands again how fast or slow it goes, I finally feel in control of the process again"

Man that was beautifully said, it's so true tho, depending on others is terrible, especially for work or study matters, and you know you're a hardworking person, even in the most awful circumstances. Do you think that after this is all done you'll regret taking so long or do you think you'll just be relieved and think that it took the time it was supposed to, your own time? I really hope it's the latter, just because it's the better way of dealing with it and we should be kind to ourselves, right??? 🩵 so I'm sending this in advance so you can remember it later on 😌☝️

soooo true, I realised once again (I’ve known for very long) how I CANNOT handle being dependent on others when it comes to work, it makes my eye twitch lmao, even if it’s cute little 2 year old kids who of course don’t understand at all what they put me through ashfhjd.

I’d say I’m over the “regret phase”, I mean, well, I will always lowkey regret doing a master’s programme in the first place, looking at the nonexistent career prospects. but then again I wouldn’t have known what to do after the bachelor’s programme instead either. I am good at it though, like my grades in the MA programme so far have been great, so that’s at least something. and it wouldn’t have even taken this long if it wasn’t for the nearly 2 year break I had to take because of my mental health.. I always try to remind myself that this is a time that doesn’t count since I simply just wasn’t able to work during that time period. but I recovered and my mum didn’t raise a quitter so we picked up where we left, even if a good chunk of time had passed! I really just want that “win” of finishing now, I want to make myself proud with that degree. again, that the testing period took so long wasn’t my fault, I used the time to also work two jobs (still do) so it wasn’t wasted, but even the most agonising times will pass and now finally the finish line seems so close! that dumbass degree will hopefully bring a lot of closure for many things for me, and I honestly can’t wait to get there, to close the metaphorical chapter and finally start a new one, whatever that will look like. time will tell and future’s gonna be okay 🪷

[zinder-fox]

Had to think for a bit on some of these. I'm the worst at picking favorites...

Last Song: Shadow by Livingston - my phone was just playing Spotify in my car

Currently reading: nothing? I am, for once, between fics and haven't really read books lately... I guess my outline notes for 'open my eyes' might count?

Favorite Color: I like most colors, but I gravitate toward teal/blue the most. (Runners up: red, purple, and silver metallic/shiny)

Last movie: Howl's Moving Castle, I think. I don't watch movies much so it's been a while.

Currently watching: Dungeon Meshi is the main one right now, but also slowly making my way through Case Study of Vanitas and Demon Slayer. And My Hero Academia season 7 as it airs.

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Generally, I'll go sweet. But sometimes savory wins. Spicy is good in moderation, but I don't have an especially high spice tolerance.

Current main obsession: Bungou Stray Dogs (for show) and bookbinding (for hobby)

Tea or coffee: Coffee, but I really only like it a couple ways from certain coffee shops so I don't actually drink it much. I've tried a number of types of tea and have found only one or two fruit teas drinkable and still not my favorite.

Last thing I googled: 'tweet format' while hunting down good options for formatting tweets from a fic for a physical book

Relationship status: legally taken 😌

I never know who to tag in these... @the-port-mafia, @eijunes, @tirsynni, @silverystarswanderer (and anyone else that feels like it, feel free!)

tag 9 people you want to know better

tagged by: @nathanmillers thank you friend 💛

last song: champagne jack by gene noble

favourite color: orange

currently reading: a script

currently watching: power book ii: ghost, atla, degrassi 😇

last movie: potc at worlds end

sweet, spicy or savory: spicy

relationship status: single

current obsession: non really just waiting for the my sims re-release date

tea or coffee: coffee

the last thing i googled: underground roller rink

tagging: @miss-lauryn-hill @zalrb @initiumseries @gemleilou @adorableanonymousbutterfly @spikeface @userlaylivia

@slice-of-magenta @beesly-pam

[ronearoundblindly]

What if reader is older than Steve, like...10 years maybe(?) She could see his shyness, ambitious and gentle when they first meet. She never thot Steve would fell for her because of their age gap and she's insecure about herself...

Or the soft dark one...

Goddess!reader could cure Steve's illness and let him could join the military, but the price is he need to remain his virgin.

And if he break the rules...

what kind of "punishment" you think reader would do to him?😌😌💖💖💖

oh. my. god.

thots. n;dsdfieronviriv. THOTS. ndviniusniuelrhbvoer. THOTS. nzkdvuheiunruvps;dn;irfiunrfu.

Holy shit, bae. Here I am, minding my own business, writing some angst and romance, and you hit me with this glory. Gurl, WAT???

Super-Human Resources (Posted separately. Here, enjoy this cool 1k of softdark!smut from a gn!god!reader)

Warnings for zero editing, not overly-explicit filth, marginally subby!steve/bratty!steve, extreme orgasm denial, and FYI, I'm still going to hell.

Beg For My Mercy

He was so desperate that he didn’t think it through. The trade seemed so simple: health for sex. If he were strong, all these weakening maladies stripped away, he could help win a war. He could save so many lives. How could that possibly be only as valuable as forgoing sex? Why should Steve Rogers care about sex? He’s never cared about it before. The trade is genuinely too good to be true. It’s so easy, and he takes it.

And he gets everything he wants. He’s strong. He wins wars. He saves people—unfathomable numbers of people—and then it gets…complicated.

Steve gets attention. He gets accolades and commendations, awards and offers, including some other offers. They’re so easy to brush off at first. After decades, it gets a lot harder. He finds someone attractive, and then he has to stunt the relationship before anything escalates. Since he can’t explain why, they always distance from Steve afterward. He doesn’t blame them. He is starting to crack.

Steve skirts the edges of the rules. He tries to get away with as much as possible that doesn’t count as losing his virginity, which is a surprising amount actually, and that also works for quite a while. He’s just not satisfied. It feels too good to rub his aching cock along that precipice of danger, and he can’t resist.

And then he sees you.

No one else can see you smirking at him standing naked and sweaty above his temptation. His eyes are alight with fear and bone-crushing desire.

“There’s a price if you do this, Stevie,” you say, sweet like honey, thick like the honey can drown him.

He thinks, but Steve thinks with the wrong head and sinks into a tight and overwhelming heat. Fuck, how did he live so long without this?!

So he’s satisfied for a while that night. His partner gets taken care of, coming multiple times, and…Steve doesn’t. He can’t. Eventually, he has to make some excuse to get his date to leave because his dick hurts. He's still rock hard and dying to come.

He can still see you, the entity lurking in shadowy corners, that smirk still on your face, and so he thinks he understands. He can find the loophole.

Up until now, he could masturbate all he wanted; it’s not penetrative sex, so it should work. He takes himself in hand and tries everything that feels good. He can’t get there. His balls are so full and swollen that he’s crying. His skin is raw when he finally lets go. Steve's so tormented by this pressure cooker of need unable to explode inside him that he growls and pummels the pillows and mattress beneath him.

“Please,” he screams, burying his blotchy red face in the sheets. “Please HELP ME.”

The squeaking bed springs snap under his strong punches, and he crashes to the ground, desperately yelling for release until his words are incoherent.

You step forward, eyes softer with sympathy, and Steve looks hopeful, so hopeful for your aid.

“Are you ill, dear?” Your coo rips a whimper from his throat and a tear from his eye.

He can’t even touch his shaft anymore, so Steve clamps a death grip on his inner thigh and prays the pain shifts him beyond the horny wretch he’s become.

“It hurts,” he gasps. “Please.”

“But you didn’t keep your promise. You cannot follow directions, Steve Rogers. Why should I help you?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I needed—“ he cuts himself off in a moan when he watches your eyes drop down to his lap and stay there “—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeats in whispers.

You get closer and closer with each pathetic hiss of apology. The flush of pain and denied pleasure rages hot under the skin of his entire body, but this is what you wanted all along. You’ve been patient. Now he’s right where you want him.

“Are you going to do what I say?”

“Yes,” Steve groans, low and hungry.

“Do you promise?”

“Yes—oooh god.”

You lean down to his ear, knowing only he can feel the featherlight wisps of your touch along his arm. His heart stops in anticipation.

“Come.”

He’s fucked in mind, body, and spirit instantly, spurting into the air as if gravity’s gone from around him. It hurts in the most euphoric way. He can’t handle the ecstasy and devastation colliding at once. Steve finishes untouched and collapses to the broken bed. He grabs the sheets surrounding him and bites down because it’s not stopping. He’s wrung dry for what feels like hours, all the while feeling nothing but the cool air of the room around him. From the grey edges of his vision, he nearly passes out, his throat hoarse from shrieking out with each tensed pulse of orgasm. It’s the best worst experience, and he won’t recover from it in his long, long lifetime.

His heaving breaths slow as you continue to watch him, hovering above his glorious body, enjoying the wreckage to full effect. Once he’s composed enough to unhide his face, eyes still unfocused and glassy, you drag a gentle hand down his chest, and he shivers violently.

It’s finally time to tell Steve what he’s sold his soul for, what he owes you in return for this kindness, what the price for your pity is.

“You will never come again without my permission.” Your soothing, sweet tone rakes dangerously over his spent body. “Never. Not once. I will be here every time, and you, Stevie, will have to beg for my mercy.”

and whoops, I completely forgot to say thank you for the love! 🥺💚🥰 You're too kind to me, bebe.

More on my Masterlist, and if you enjoyed this, please consider liking and/or reblogging! It's like getting a hug every time 🤗

[rywritten]

''hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you?" it can be for whatever ship you want, i just need the injured one to be Dream 😌💖

let's go with dnb, just bc i really wanna try my hands on a superhero au

hero!Dream/villain!Techno + "hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you?"

Dream struggled to take another step forward. There was an awful pain on his left leg whenever he puts any kind of pressure on it, no matter how lightly he tried to walk.

There's a big chance he'd accidentally sprained his ankle a while ago when he landed wrong to make his escape earlier. He just hopes it's nothing worse than a sprain.

A broken leg would take too long to heal, enhanced healing or not.

Dream tried to take another step and there was an instant pain shooting up from the same injured leg that has him cursing under his breath.

Exhausted and left with no other choice, Dream sat himself against the wall of the narrow alleyway he'd hidden in a few minutes ago, his communicator was broken and he doesn't wanna risk asking HQ for an assist when his earlier performance was nothing short of embarrassing.

Aside from his sprain, there's a nasty gash on his right temple, the blood had long since dried up, making his skin itch and uncomfortable.

His torso is covered in tiny cuts and he could feel a rather large bruise forming on his sides from his fall.

He'd been too complacent, thinking the villain he'd faced earlier came alone, he's miscalculation was a mistake that almost cost him his life, and by association, the life of the innocent.

He felt so stupid.

Pathetic. He chastised himself, letting his mind succumb to self-loathing. What was all that training for if he's able to allow a no named villain and his goons get the jump on him?

He made a promise to become a hero worth depending on, someone who'd save people with a smile on his face. He was supposed to be society's Dream. A dream for a better life without having to fear what tomorrow would bring.

His shortcomings, no matter if he still managed to survive and win, isn't acceptable. He needs to do better–he needs to be the best–nothing else is allowed.

The dark, heavy thought weighs on him like an anchor dragging him down to the depths of the ocean. He felt himself sink further, and as exhaustion and self-hatred consumed him, Dream doesn't register his tiredness caused by his injuries and blood loss until he felt his eyelids drop.

A noise startles him awake and Dream's eyes shot up, alert and panicked when he doesn't immediately recognize his surroundings.

"Oh good, you're awake."

The unfamiliar voice sounded far too close to Dream's liking and he turns just in time to see a pair of red eyes behind a mask made of a boar's skull staring back at him.

The Blade.

"So, I might not know a whole lot about heroism." The Blade drawled, leaning on one shoulder to the wall opposite of Dream's. His posture is lax, confident even, clearly knowing he has the advantage as he watched Dream attentively. "But I'm pretty sure sleepin' right out in the open with an injury that bad was a stupid thing to do."

His condescending manner does nothing but encourage Dream to keep his guard up. The Blade eyes Dream's current state with a dangerous sparkle in his eyes and Dream takes the chance to silently plan his next move.

The Blade wasn't like the previous villain he'd faced, he's far worse. Known for his ruthless nature and brutal body count, The Blade was ranked first in the Hero Commission's most wanted list. Dead or alive, the villain is to be disposed off, no matter the cost.

"Not much of a talker?" The question was meant to be taunting, and the way amusement dances in the red of his eyes tells Dream that The Blade wanted something from him.

He would have finished me off already, but he's stalling. Dream watched the other man in silence, trying to wrack his brain for a reason why The Blade is still conversing with him.

"What do you want?" Dream asked instead, trying his best to subtly flex his leg to check if the injury has been healed. The movement, no matter how small, doesn't go past the other man and Dream stills immediately.

The Blade smirks, delighted by Dream's action.

"I want names, hero." He answered with a dangerous glint in his eyes as Dream felt his gaze land on his torn hero suit, focusing on the purpling bruise on his side.

Dream blinks, unprepared for such a request. "Come again?"

The Blade sighs, sounding exasperated as he pushed himself from the wall to start making his way towards him.

Dream watched him carefully, trepidation and anxiousness making his heart race for the possibility of another fight. His mind is failing to form a plan of escape with how badly his left leg still hurts, and with his daggers nowhere to be seen, he's pretty much fucked.

As soon as the other man couches in front of him, Dream braces himself to take another hit.

Surprisingly, nothing comes. After another minute of nothing, Dream opens his eyes to see The Blade watching him carefully.

"I want names." He demands again, levelling his gaze with Dream's. Dream tries to read him in a brief glance—His wine red cloak couldn't hide his toned frame well, and his stance is that of a seasoned fighter, perfectly balanced despite the nonchalance of his crouch.

"Hey, look at me." The Blade says the same time his hand reached for Dream's chin to tilt it up until their eyes meet once again.

"Look at me." He repeats, with an intensity in his voice that demanded for Dream to follow.

"Who did this to you?" His voice drops dangerously low, and his eyes are ice cold despite its warm shade of red that gleamed under the moonlight.

"Why do you want to know?" Dream counters calmly, fully aware of his current predicament, yet refusing to answer until he knows why The Blade seemed so invested in finding out who his assistants were.

"They touched you." The Blade answered with unrepressed anger. "I don't like others touching what's mine."

The chill that ran down Dream's spine had him visibly gulping even when the threat wasn't even directed to him. There was something frightening about the way The Blade was looking at him, like Dream was his to own and keep.

It was overwhelming as it was disturbing.

"I'm not yours." Dream says, trying his best to hide the tremble in his voice.

The Blade smiles, but nothing about it looked warm or welcoming. He hums, moving closer until their faces are only inches apart, his red eyes seeming to devour Dream whole.

"We'll see about that." The Blade says, gaze lingering on Dream's lips before settling on his eyes once more.

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

Stay

Word count: 1,572

Warning: angst, death, miche is alive (he never died 😌) , i'm so tired of erwin hurting me & now i want to hurt him back mwahaha, also let's imagine AOT world was simpler and the battle of Shiganshina was the final act 👉👈

A/N: this is also kind of a prequel to my A Thousand Years fic hehe

The night was dead silent.

Only the sounds of burning fire from torches that lit the corridors can be heard.

The stars shone brightly tonight. Perhaps it must be a sign from the heavens. Perhaps it could mean humanity's victory.

Tonight was the night before retaking Shiganshina. Tonight was the night before marching to what can only be two conclusions for humanity: triumph or defeat.

Before the night went silent, the scout regiment decided to hold a feast. It could be a pre-celebration or a farewell party. One could never know what tomorrow holds. So, for tonight, the brave soldiers decided to live their hearts out.

After a few hours of laughing, dancing, shouting, drinking, and basking in each other's camaraderie, the stillness of the night followed.��

And there you found yourself, under the dark of night, under the twinkling stars, you found yourself haunted by fear.

You were a soldier of the Scout Regiment. One that dedicated her heart to humanity. But you were also a soldier who dedicated her heart to another. To the commander of the Regiment, Erwin Smith.

The horror that was crippling in you was not because you fear for your own life but for his. You were scared to lose him. You did not want to. He, the most beautiful existence in this cruel world.

The story of your love was not one that started with butterflies and rainbows. It was a love built upon trust and adoration. He was already the commander when you joined the scouts. And you were just someone who seeked to find meaning in the world. And you found it in him when you decided to follow and dedicate your heart to him. 

Erwin was a tough leader but a gentle lover. He has shown you sides of him that he wouldn't dare reveal to others. Before you, he has presented himself in his whole nakedness, with his vulnerabilities and weakness. And you loved him. Every part of him. You love him unconditionally. And so does he, to you. Erwin was a man who was committed to not opening his heart to anyone. He decided long ago to distance himself from that which they call love. He has long decided to close his heart, to protect himself and to achieve his dream. But it's also because he wouldn't want his selfishness of loving someone to cause them pain when the time comes for the grim reaper to take him. But that was before you. When you came into his life, you opened the door of his closed heart. And he allowed you to. You both knew the grim fate that awaits the soldier from the Scout Regiment. But you both decided that you wouldn't let death take away either one of you without knowing the love you hold for each other. So the two hearts that wanted to love decided to selfishly embrace the warmth of each other's affections.

And tonight here you are, caressed by the cold breeze of night. Fear taking over you, the fear of losing him tormenting you. With all these horrors plaguing you, you found yourself at his door. As your heart clenched, you knocked.

'Come in.', you heard him say.

When you opened the door, you saw him on his desk. As busy as ever, you scoffed. 

'Y/N, what have brought you here my love.', he told you as he looked at you with his beautiful cerulean eyes.

'Erwin, I-', you placed your hand on your chest and slowly looked into his eyes.

'Erwin, stay.', you told him.

'Y/N, you know I can't.', he responded, returning his attention to the paperworks in front of him.

'Levi already had this talk with me y-

'I'll help him break your bones, Erwin.', you interrupted, slamming your hand on his desk.

'Just please, stay. Stay here in this office Erwin, just stay here and await for the news of victory. We, no I'll make sure we win Erwin just please, please, I beg you stay here. Don't go out there Erwin. Don't endanger your life.', big chunks of tears fell from your eyes as you pleaded with him.

'I can't lose you Erwin.', you told him.

Erwin's hand stopped and he lovingly looked back at you. He stood from his chair and embraced you with his one hand.

'Y/N, I'm sorry', he said as he pecked a kiss on your forehead.

'I, I- just have to be there Y/N. I want to be there when we finally achieve victory.', he told you as he wiped the tears from your eyes.

'Please stay Erwin, for me.', you said as you stared at his cerulean eyes.

'Y/N', he caressed your cheek and brushed his lips against yours. He kissed you passionately. It was a kiss that told you things he couldn't say. It was a kiss that felt so good yet hurt so bad at the same time. That amorous kiss led to an impassioned love making.

In the stillness of the night, in its silence and in its numbing cold, the love of two ill-starred lovers burned so bright.

It was a sunny day. The sky was beautifully blue. The clouds were calm. The birds flew as free as ever. The campanula, the delicate blue flower swayed peacefully as the wind blew. But on this beautiful day, the ground flowed with red as many blood were shed and countless lives were lost.

The Scout Regiment has successfully taken back Shiganshina. On this beautiful sunny day, humanity won. The commander should be satisfied by now, a smile of fulfillment should be plastered on his face. Yet his cerulean eyes were filled with worry. Frantically looking for someone.

'Y/N! Where are you Y/N?', he screamed in panic and anguish.

'Levi, have you seen her?', Erwin asked the captain.

'I'm sorry Erwin, I couldn't find her.', Levi replied.

'Erwin!', a tall man called.

'Miche!'

'I found her, Erwin.', he told the commander.

'Where is she? Why didn't you bring her with you?', he asked, filled with dread.

'I- i couldn't. She's- just come with me Erwin',. Miche worryingly told him.

Erwin followed on his white horse as Miche led the way to where you were. Erwin was losing his mind. Why wouldn't Miche tell him anything? Why couldn't he bring you with him? His heart was racing, he was scared, he was afraid. 

Then Miche stopped his tracks. He looked at Erwin with sorrowful eyes. And there he saw you. His heart sank. No, it broke. It was shattered. For a while, the world around him stopped. He couldn't hear anything. Only his heartbeat. 

You were crushed under a pile of rubbles. Your lower body was smashed. You can feel it. Life is slowly leaving you. You tried to slowly open your eyes. What a beautiful sunny day, you thought. And as you steadily moved your head, you saw him. He and his beautiful cerulean eyes, as beautiful as the blue sky above you. You tried to move your hand, reaching out to him.

Erwin was in a state of shock. He couldn't bear seeing this sight. He was frozen but when he saw you move your hand, he hurriedly got off his horse and ran to your side.

'No, please, you can't, please no..' 

A pair of cerulean eyes looking at you like you are the most precious thing he cannot lose. Yet they're full of pain and regret because at this very moment he is losing you.

'Don't die on me Y/N, I cannot lose you, no. Please Y/N. Look at me, please.'

The sound of his desperation is breaking your heart. Your heart clenches, it feels heavy, you do not like hurting him. But you can feel it, your pulse is getting weaker. With all that you have left you slowly raised your hand and caressed his tear stained cheeks. As you gently caressed him, you called his name.

'Er... Erwin..', you muttered softly.

'Hush, Y/N', he gently put his hands over yours, the one that so lovingly caressed his cheeks. 'Save your breath Y/N. I'm not gonna let you die on me. Not you, Y/N. Not you, I can't lose you'. His voice was breaking. The pain he was feeling was unbearable. He cannot lose the person that made this cruel world so beautiful. He cannot lose the person he loves the most.

'We won Y/N... We won the war. It's all over now... We.. We-

'Erwin...' you gently caressed his lips. 'I love you, Erwin.' Your voice was getting weaker.

The pain in his eyes grows more evident by the second. 'I love you too Y/N. I love you so much. Please... please stay with me. I can't.. i can't...'

'Erwin, I-.... I'm sorry.' You whispered.

'No! Y/N, no, stay with me. Please don't leave me. Stay Y/N, please.' his cries of anguish growing louder by the second.

Your eyes stared at his cerulean eyes, what a cruel world you thought. You wanted to stay under his loving gaze. You wanted to stay. But you can't. You couldn't.

'Stay', you heard Erwin say as he weeped.

Your hand that caressed his cheek has fallen to your side. And Erwin knew. You have left him.

You told him to stay and he wouldn't. 

He told you to stay but you couldn't.

[leewonkyeom]

okay good😌

no cause why was i always betting that we would win more matches than you guys etc💀 we should've been cheering for each other😭 lmao i think we broke even usually, so there couldn't have been that much money that was lost?? except chan💀 he always lost every time somehow (and totally not because it was rigged against him)

no you said yes to him the FIRST TIME? lmao i shouldn't complain though, my first time with dk i'm pretty sure he cried ???? i never asked and i still don't want to know😭 lmao ofc though, any excuse to celebrate !! y'all threw one for me and dk as well😭😭 why did he even tell charles that we did it so quickly after💀 istf i woke up the next morning and the invites were already sent out

dk was too dizzy to even form proper sentences💀 hoshi, on the other hand, likes to live life on the edge, he doesn't even count😭 WDYM YOU AND JAEM GOT INTO SOME SHADY SHIT??😭😭

omg yess get the whole thing!! (this is totally not bc i want it as well, but because the boys are petty losers😔 totally, 100%)

lmao hannie now and the hannie before y'all got together are almost different people😭 it's insane to think abour how he was😭 i don't even know how i'm going to yell at him cause he's so sweet now i might just cave in😭 (i won't😠)

lmao i'll bet y'all bet on who cries first between me and dk (i have no idea😭) i have a feeling we'll both cry when i walk down the aisle😭 dw though!! i'll figure something out to make charles cry big time, if it doesn't work i'll just pay someone to beat him up ig🤧

hannie was up on everyone's ass😭 i think he even asked mark and the mfer said he had no idea😭 i don't know if he knew or not, but i couldn't lie so hannie knew that i knew😭 i'll see if i can find the screenshots !!! lmao i have no idea how the guy afforded it, cause i was milking his wallet😭😭 bet cheol paid for most of it tbh😭

noo you've never looked like a clown😭 you literally pull everything off !!! glad you had fun with it as well😭 i loved helping each other out🫶

yes, cause there's too many good ones😭 the boys will probably struggle with this one... like i wonder what the boys will chose since they didn't dress up as teen titans when we did... but omg the cher and dionne costume was iconic, but i feel like once is enough😌

so typical of him back in the day🥴 at least he's outgrown that now😭 but omg i remember, hannie was literally unbearable when you dressed up as catwoman😭 we do not need a repeat🙅‍♀️ omg you can't even imagine the rage i felt when i saw eunwoo. like sorry dearest, but why did i never accidentally match with eunwoo???😭 the closest i came to accidentally matching was that one time i went as the white rabbit and ten went dressed as alice... and does that even count?

IT MADE SENSE WDYM😭 lmao i got way better at coordinating my costumes after that one one time😭 i never want to be dressed in the same as charles EVER AGAIN😭 also no one for that matter😭 i loved the excel spreadsheet we made so people could write what they were going as so we didn't double up, but it also ruined some of the suspense tbh😭 lmao poor chan was just along for the ride😭

oh my god yes!! that's such a great idea!! i love a new fancy restaurant omg🫶 i'd love to have you all by myself !! omg i remember, your basement was the only one big enough to fit both of our teams and i still remember that one time mark came by by mistake😭 must be a core memory for him

lmao y'all should've written better applications? or applied to more serious unis💀💀 or paid more attention in hs💀 like the fact that y'all were using chatgpt says enough😭

NOOO? do you think he still has it ???😭😭😭 like why the f have i never heard about it, is it his guilty pleasure or whatever?

exactly that😭 they were good before, but like stop covering the same old songs😭 i loved the makeover you gave the band tbh💀 omg nooo😭😭 yuta would've been so good in that band, he would've fit perfectly!!

eunwoo almost destroyed our friendship the time he went dressed as batman. i am sorry, i have to come clean😭 i literally forced jeno to ask him about it (i would've asked dk, but i didn't want him to think i liked eunwoo, even though i did... you know?💀) and when i found out he didn't know you were going to be catwoman it was all good😌

A SNOWSTORM IS LITERALLY MY OWN HOME FIELD COME AT ME BROO, LETS GO RIGHT NOW ‼️‼️‼️ (dk is also begging me cause he knows i'll force him outside in that weather)

not us simping omg😭 what have we become😭

jeno doesn't listen to you, i'm sorry😔 (junnie and jwi did not send pics though, starting to doubt their loyalty wtf). not y'all getting everyone else involved as well😭 doyoung deserved better.. at least it looked good when i arrived, but🤨

charles would just steal the braincells, you're so right😔

i loved meeting your friends from uni!! they're all great! i loved how seulgi showed up as well, i didn't know you kept in touch with her still

lmao that's so typical of you two😭 loves your girlfriends charles though🫶 lmao yes, i'd just look like hachi from nana😭 no one would believe i'm ever a boy just because of my height😭

JENO AND MARK? 😭😭😭 man😭😭 all of my homies... like dafuq you mean both dk and jeno chose to backstab me😭 i'm literally leaving rn, never speaking to y'all again🙄🙄

lmao thank god you're at least replacing his sweater... sorta? sorta unlucky but also lucky ??? lmao idk😭 (i'll buy him a sweater too if he wants tbh, i don't know how to handle that guy)

like the way i am extremely afraid of birds (like no. 1 fear), but i can deal with pigeons now and i think part of the reason why is dokyeom and his stupid impression😭😭😭 made me realize they're not all that scary

[koulakoukoula2003]

Hii, bestie how are you?💫 I came here to share a really meaningful picture that reminds me of us thirsting over some beautiful big blue eyed commander 😌

I'm doing good, honey, how about you?

AND OMG YES I'D DO ANYTHING FOR SOME ERWIN MONSTER COCK DJFHJGKJR pls forgive me for I have sinned by writing what's beneath the cut, but I'mma share with you a scene that I haven't posted yet in my Erwin x OC slow burn

I am working on a very delicious ask, but I wrote this scene a few days ago so it's ready, and it's not the entirety of it but I just wanna offer some crumbs to quench some of our thirst 🥺

Jealousy (Erwin x Y/n)

Pairing: Erwin x Y/n, Erwin x You, Erwin x OC, Erwin's x Reader

Summary: Levi was the first to claim you, and that makes daddy Erwin very angy :( so he's gonna take his frustration out on you <3

Trigger Warnings: Rough Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Possessive Behaviour, Choking Kink, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Power Dynamics Dom!Erwin/Sub!Y/n

Word Count: 640

Taglist: @syrma-sensei @macyomoiji @antoxsmith (if you wanna be added in my Erwin taglist, lemme know!)

He took her to bed and lied her down gently. His mouth found the mounts of her breasts. He sucked hard and she gasped. Her body arched up into him as he suckled on her sensitive flesh till it was rosy and swollen. He did the same on the other breast and then he reached further down. He found her stomach, her abdomen. He pressed kisses everywhere till he found the hem of her knickers, already a damp spot on the cotton fabric.

“So wet for me,” He slipped off the final piece of clothing and looked at her pretty pussy. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed her. She let out the sweetest moans he’d ever heard in his life. He slid his fingers over the wet, glistening lips, her sensitive nub. He pushed a finger in gently and she tensed up, tightening her legs around his arm, but he pushed her legs apart with his free hand. He pulled his finger out and admired her slick wetness on the digit. “Were you that wet for him? Hmm?”

“No! No… no one makes me as… desperate as you, ‘win,” She bit her lip trying to hold back her pretty sounds.

He slapped her cunny hard enough to sting. She let out a cry and her whole body tensed. “You better be telling me the truth, little girl,”

She let out a sob. Tears gathered in her eyes as she breathed hard and somehow got wetter than she already was. She had no idea she was such a freaking masochist. “I am telling you truth, daddy, just please…” She whined as she rubbed herself on the palm of his hand trying to get all the friction she could. She was growing desperate. “…please, fuck me, please, please, please, I’ll be good,”

After today the only name she’d know how to scream would be his. He stuck another finger in. Both his fingers were so big, so thick and large, he was reaching that spot inside of her that she never could, and he was doing it effortlessly. His little girl, wrapped around his fingers. He increased the pace, brushing against that spot again, and again, till he was hitting on it and she all but screamed.

Y/n brought a hand to her mouth to muffle herself. She was naked and he, still fully clothed. A hand, gripping powerfully on her lithe thighs, keeping her legs parted whilst he finger-fucked her. It felt so good. So fucking good she was about to cum. She was so close, the coil in her stomach tightening up whilst he pumped his large fingers into her, hitting on that spot over and over, driving her insane. Lewd wet sounds came from her pretty pussy. He wondered how she tasted, but he wasn’t going to try it yet.

“No,” He stopped, and she just about started crying. She hiccupped as he pulled his fingers out of her and his hand reached for her own, grabbing it and pushing it away from her mouth. He pinned her wrist on the level of her head as he leaned down to look at her. “Did I say you could cum?”

“Please, please, daddy, I- I was so close- Ah!”

He slapped her cunt again and she let out another cry. Eyes shut tightly and her body shook. “But I didn’t say you could cum, did I?”

She trembled beneath him and she bit her lip, quieting down her whimpers. “N- No…”

“You only do what I say, Y/n,” His other hand found her throat, squeezing. He didn’t cut her airflow, but he sure as hell let her know that he could. He could choke her to death right now if he felt like it. “You only do what I want you to do. You’re mine. You’re all mine,”