#tbh i cringed writing these

[sheyfu]

sunday loves it when you cradle his head close to your chest; the warmth that surrounds him, as well as the sound of your heartbeat, give him a sense of comfort.

he also loves it when you litter his face with kisses; the way your lips touch every surface of his skin, the way giggles accompany every kiss you plant, as well as the way you get 'cuteness agression' and eventually start squishing his cheeks give him the slice of life he's been craving.

it makes him wonder if he truly deserves your love.

he gets a kiss and a sulky you whenever he questions himself.

anyways, did i also mention he loves it when you touch his wings? yeah, he really does. he gets all shy and flustered every time he allows you to touch them. (he loves it though).

sunday also loves it when you wake him up. there's just something so domestic about it that makes him want to marry you right then and there.

are there more things sunday loves about you? hmmm well,

he loves how youre the center of his universe. everywhere he goes, everything he sees, and everything he hears remind him of you.

he also loves how youre in every dream he's been into. whether it'd be venturing the land of penacony or even the most random dreams like that one time where he dreamt of aventurine and the trailblazer break dancing, you were always there, alive and well.

(sunday would never admit it out loud, but he really enjoyed the display of foolery from the two)

everytime you smile at him, the world seems to light up.

everytime you stay up with him while he does his neverending paperwork, makes him question if he truly deserves your love.

he gets more kisses but a much sulkier you after that

everytime you remind him that you chose him, it makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the whole entire world.

every word, every action, everything you do for him is accompanied by your assurance and warmth.

yet, as he kneels down in front of a sea of flowers, your portrait in the middle of it, he wonders if he really did deserve you.

he waits for your kiss this time.

[monicaeidolith]

it's been 8 years and she's still down bad for her neighbor (who wouldn't)

and so there she is: Step 3 Athena! 🌙✨

Step 1 & Step 2 here

(Infos about Athena in every steps except 4 below if you're interested)

(watch out it's long.)

Step 1 -

At 10, Athena is a very curious girl, somewhat nosey and a bit clumsy (main reason why she often has bandages). She likes puzzles, creepy stuff and drawing (but nothing that serious about that hobby yet). While she isn't very shy, she's still uneasy around people she doesn't know and moving to a new town isn't helping. She has trouble accepting changes, and this whole situation is a way too big change.

Athena is very close to her mom during step 1. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't really look like her that much and she's kind of bothered by that, especially because the person she obviously looks like, her "dad", isn't there. Not having a dad isn't really a huge problem for her, but Athena fears a little bit people's opinion on that subject: "Is it weird that I don't have a dad...?".

She's feeling sad and scared about moving out, as she has to get used to a completely different world (in her eyes). "At least I have my mom", she thinks. But if moving in Golden Grove was scary at first, meeting Qiu and Tamarack was a huge help for Athena to feel included.

She thinks Qiu, aka "Autumn", is funny but also a huge show-off, haha. She LOVES to tease Qiu. But Athena's also genuinely worried about Qiu sometimes, because that kid is a huge people-pleaser.

When it comes to Tamarack, man... Athena totally puts this girl on a pedestal. She thinks Tamarack is amazing and pretty. And should Tamarack say anything positive about Athena, you can be certain the latter will go crazy internally. At 10, Athena doesn't realize she actually has a huge crush on Tamarack yet, though.

Step 2 -

At 14, Athena became a sort of troublemaker, she barely cares about rules. She's not mean but she grew to be more blunt and direct than she was as a 10-year-old, this and her current appearance make her seem unapproachable. However she kept her soft side, a side that she ironically doesn't even keep that much hidden but that you still have to deserve. If at 10 she would often have bandages because of her clumsiness, at 14, it's mostly because she's reckless. Some things that remained are her love for puzzles, creepy stuff and drawing, in fact, she started to get interested in visual arts.

In fact, the tough side of her personality grew when her first group friends with Qiu and Tamarack slowly fell apart. She couldn't do anything to prevent that from happening, so she felt like she had to toughen up. But to be honest, she's becoming tired of being the sole link between them, she's barely trying to now. Maybe Qiu and Tamarack won't become friends again. She has to accept it... but maybe Athena still has troubles accepting changes, no matter how old she is, after all.

Despite all that, Athena still treats both of them nicely. She still teases Qiu whenever she can (watch out Athena, the teasing could backfire on you). Her worries about them are still present too, but for different reasons than in step 1. Even 4 years later, Athena still retrieve Qiu's lost papers because they would NOT do it themselves. No matter what, Autumn remains her dear friend and the feeling is mutual.

Tamarack, aka "Tam", is her best friend! ... and the girl she has a crush on, Athena realized it now. Athena doesn't know if Tam feels the same way or not, though. Athena still thinks Tamarack is the most amazing and most talented person out there, she wishes Tam could see it too. She's highly worried about Tamarack potentially leaving Golden Grove at any moment but she tries to hide it from Tamarack. "Tam probably has enough of people walking on eggshells with her", she thinks. Athena dislikes Tamarack's parents for not only never being there for their daughter but also for making her situation so uncertain, only for their own interests (in her eyes).

Another feeling started to grow: jealousy. Athena will feel jealous of anyone who seems a bit too close to Tamarack. Does she think she's no match for Tamarack? Yes. Does that stop her from being jealous? No. She knows she has no right to be, Tamarack is a wonderful girl, it's impossible not to like her, but she can't help it.

Athena grew to be even more bothered by her lack of resemblance with her mother. Some times before turning 14, she started to dye her hair cranberry, just like her mom's hair color (let's say Opal didn't really like to see that her daughter started dyeing her hair at her young age, reaction Athena didn't appreciate, all she wanted was to look like her mom, what's the problem?). Ironically, while Athena wishes so hard to look like her mom, her relationship with her became somewhat strained. As if resembling a completely unknown guy wasn't enough. Living his best life nowhere to be found, uh? Resentment is the word here. Never towards her mom, even if their relationship is not that good at this point, but towards this guy who gave her his physical traits she never wanted and started to despise.

At least she became used to live in Golden Grove.

Step 3 -

At 18, Athena is not the rough troublemaker that she was at 14 anymore. Now she's more like a silly prankster, seemingly always up to something more stupid than before, although she remains reckless and blunt (but less on purpose and more out of habit). Of course, her interest in visual arts remained intact. Her liking for creepy stuff turned into a huge love for horror and its aesthetic.

Her relationship with her mom is getting better than it was 4 years ago. Athena grew out of the resentment she had for her "dad" during step 2 and learned to accept she may not look that much like her mom, but that it doesn't cancel the fact she's Opal's daughter no matter how she looks. Plus "some bits of [Opal] did end up in [her]" after all, right?

Athena's relationship with Autumn is what you could describe as "siblings by hearts", Athena does consider them as the sibling she never had.

Athena and Tamarack are still officially "besties for life", but little do they know that they both ended up falling in love with each other, plain and simple.

Her jealousy and resentment did tone down, but when she thinks back to her 14-year-old self, she feels bad, so bad. For being jealous of Tamarack's friends, for being resentful of a random donor and basically making many things about herself. "Man, I was such a prick. And for what?".

If when she was 14, Athena felt like she was no match for Tamarack because she put Tam on a pedestal, at 18, she now thinks she's simply not good enough as a person for Tamarack. She kind of "accepted" that if Tamarack only wants to be friends, then it's fine, she cannot force Tam to love her back. It's silly to think someone like her could be extra-special in Tam's heart anyway (girl if you knew.), it's nice enough to be her best friend.

Between step 2 and 3, Athena managed to put a label on herself: she's lesbian.

[mongeese]

Now, I haven't actually listened to all that many audio drama podcasts in comparison to other podcast fans, but I really genuinely honest-to-god believe that as audio drama expands as a medium and if fiction podcasting gains mainstream attention that The Silt Verses will be held up as a groundbreaking example of what audio drama can be and as a show that pushed and expanded the boundaries of the medium. Even the roughness of the audio (mainly in season 1 but there are some messy bits throughout the show) I think is an indication of the show's sheer ambition and creative vision, running into the limitations and either pulling back in creative ways or breaking those boundaries. Like imo it's truly unmatched in audio drama productions right now. I've never heard anything like it before. The fandom is not the biggest compared to the really famous podcasts (though it is sizeable and growing!), but I hope that one day TSV gets the acclaim it deserves because it is really, really that good

[a-candle-maker]

not tagging the person bcs i don't want to call anyone out but like,,,, saw this one girl and her post formatting made it even look like a chatgpt generated thing... checked her other stuff to see and they all had that one formatting... thought i'd tell her and like. babe. you turning off asks just about confirms it for me, i mean imma just guess that you noticed lots of asks telling you the same and decided we're sooooooooo mean!! and ignored it

[uncleardyn]

(aw-gf crossover) sometimes the relationship that you completely made up between a pair of characters from completely different franchises can be so important...

[hellofanidea]

45. leather belt with a silver buckle for babelieb

NSFW below the cut because I did in fact think about my rarepair fucking on the floor for too long

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The first time they screw, more than just hurried hands and mouths, is in a motel just outside of Philadelphia. They don't plan it, both exhausted from the last three days - from driving and not sleeping and the fight Babe had with his folks and his sisters and Bill as he bundled his shit into Joe's car.

They've gotten a twin room, ostensibly to save money but mostly to stay in each other's sight at all times, and lingering touches turn to kisses, turn to Joe pushing Babe against a wall and grinding a thigh between his legs as he sucks hickeys into his collarbone.

"Jesus, Joe, Jesus Christ," is all Babe can say, his hands refusing to cooperate as he grabs at him. Joe's still dressed where Babe is just in his shorts, fresh from the shower and ready to sleep, and his fingertips keep sliding off the fabric of Joe's shirt. "Joe, fuck-"

"Thought you missed me?" Joe pants slyly. Babe makes a particularly inarticulate noise and gropes down Joe's front to get at his slacks, at the belt keeping them up around his bony hips. The buckle is almost bitingly cold, but he persists, grabs at Joe's erection below it as he slides the leather free. "Fu-uck, Babe-"

They don't move apart more than a handful of inches as they strip Joe of his layers and rid Babe of his boxers. They barely make it to one of the beds.

"So pretty," Joe mumbles, between smearing kisses anywhere he can reach and fumbling with the lube he's magicked up from a pocket or bag or could have summoned out of thin air for all that Babe cares. "My pretty baby..."

He's being so much sweeter than the normal filth he would pour into Babe's ear in haylofts and foxholes, and it does something funny to his insides, makes him writhe all the more desperately against him.

The people next door can probably hear them, know exactly what they're doing, but fuck them, Babe thinks viciously, fuck them, he's owed this, they're both owed this. Let them know, let them see them emerge tomorrow and think whatever they want, because they aren't worth the energy it would take for Babe to drag himself away from Joe again.

Restraint is for other people. It's for people who haven't jumped out of planes and fired machine guns and seen their friends bleed in the snow like animals. It's for people who know how to move on without feeling like they've left most of themselves behind.

And then Joe is pushing his fingers in, one at a time. There's more pain than pleasure at first, but Babe just breathes through it, hooking one leg up and over Joe's back. He bites more than kisses at Joe's mouth until the intrusion hits just right and he's keening, scratching down his shoulders, rocking into the sensation.

It makes Joe groan like he's the one being fucked open. He's smearing precum onto Babe's hip, and Babe twists his body to give him some friction.

"If I go off now," warns Joe. "It's gonna take a minute for me to get in you."

That makes Babe laugh, and he cants his hips again so he can watch Joe grunt and curse. In revenge, Joe crooks his fingers hard and mean in a way that sends pleasure shooting through Babe so violently he shudders, spine arching off of the mattress in a curve he didn't know he could make. Joe laughs, then, and licks into Babe's gasping mouth.

"Think I could get you off like this, huh, sweetheart?" And there's the sharper teasing Babe remembers. "Just like this, then screw you when you're all fucked-out and easy for me?"

"Jesus, Joe, don't," Babe whines, even though the thought has his dick twitching eagerly.

"Yeah, okay, maybe next time," Joe acquiesces.

Next time. Babe arches again, squeezing his eyes shut at the wave of something that travels through him at the thought. They had never had a guaranteed next time before. Not even after V-J Day. Next time, and the time after, and the time after-

He shoots off before he can even warn Joe, his whole body locking up tight and then completely unraveling. There's a shout ringing in his ears that he thinks is Joe's name bouncing off of the walls of the motel room.

"Fuck, there you go, that's it, show me how you like it-"

The fingers in him curl into that perfect spot again and again until Babe's leg is twitching with the aftershocks. His tongue feels too heavy to form words, but the pitch of his noises must turn sour, because Joe pulls out gently, keeps his legs spread around him but bending over Babe to press soft, open mouthed, kisses to his neck and shoulders.

He's still talking, too quietly for Babe to make out the words, but the vibrations against his skin are nice, soothing, help his mind refocus from how hard his orgasm crashed into him. With the tips of his fingers still tingling with static, Babe moves clumsy hands from where they'd fallen against the mattress to Joe's back, petting at him weakly, feeling the jut of his vertebrae and the thin sheen of sweat building on his skin.

"Alright, Babe, I gotcha, I gotcha, that's it, honey," Joe is cooing, the words once again making sense to Babe's ears. He laughs, a blissed out, disbelieving noise, and Joe lifts his head to give him a wicked grin. "Okay, so maybe we don't leave it to next time, huh?"

[puppetgearing]

ngl thinking about modern au ppgear again and just this convo in general

"hey-- damn it, wake up dumbass ! you said it's your turn to do the laundry today."

half asleep, eyes barely opening "mhmhm... 5 more minutes"

"tch, it was your idea to share a room, the least you could do is contribute to the damn room !"

still half asleep, blurry eyed "huh ? whaaat do you mean ? i did do itttt"

"the hell do you mean ? you haven't move one inch from the be- ACK" get pulled onto the bed, little spoon style

"i diddd" yawn "see ?" bury his head into wanderer's back "it smells like youuuu...."

"..."

light snoring

"fine, 5 more minutes"

[darthteeth]

Mantodea(ao3link) 2k,angst,Qimir/Mae

"Qimir hated sleeping. Hated the feeling of losing consciousness, hated laying still,hated meditation even though he did it everyday,he hated the calm before a storm, he hated dying"

tldr: qimir wants to be consumed

[magnificoluvr]

what if magnifico has nightmares about his land being destroyed as a kid and amaya (hc that she’s a light sleeper) is always there to calm him down/comfort him

[unfinishedmural]

Got my first negative comment on a fic

[okiankeno]

My Teeth, Your Neck

Chapter One: Midnight Stranger Danger (3132 words) by rokkun (me!)

an amangela-focused, smosh x college x BtVS au, and a prequel to my previous fic, Blood Smears

summary:

Coughs break up the customer’s request, and the woman pulls down her mask. Amanda’s thoughts fly wildly: she thinks of the recent pandemic, and perhaps the person is sick or being cautious; oh, the midnight stranger is quite pretty, and Amanda liked the red lipstick on her lips. Anyhow, it never hurts to be careful, and the last thing she wants is someone getting her sick—

Then, in a chilling moment, Amanda catches a glimpse of white, unusually sharp canine teeth, and her perception of the situation sharply turns.

A vampire?

[skrunksthatwunk]

something to remember him by (sketches + bonus under cut)

<3

bonus:

[esha-isboogara]

the great escape

while i was tweaking this the song by boys like girls came on and here we are. oh how i love nanamin <3

♡oral(m), punishment, head under the desk, idk what else to tag

kento nanami was not a man who accepted insolence or disobedience. “you do the crime you do the time” he always says. justice was an important form of government, if not the most, in his eyes.

for you that meant some form of punishment,weather it be a hefty spanking or being denied orgasm to the point of almost passing out. he usually tried to keep it different in order to keep you on your toes.

today though he had something else in mind. something to help you watch that smart mouth of yours.

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“there we go”. he spoke warmly as he shoved his cock as little further down your throat. “you just need a little redirection…isn’t that right sweetheart”?

you never wanted to disobey kento. you made it your life’s mission to be the best assistant you could possibly be. in fact it was quite rare for you to do anything without his direction. your heart pumped for this man.

but he’s just been so caught up at work recently and you missed him so very much.

how could he expect you to keep calm and composed after seeing him look oh so professional in that perfect fitting suit? sitting at his desk giving out orders and filling out paperwork with his sleeve rolled up ?

it was an impossible task for you to stay sane.

maybe you were out of line by trying to suck him off from under the desk. sure it was unprofessional but in the end he was your boyfriend. you shouldn’t have to share him with a bunch of strangers.

you nodded, your eyes starting to water as his cock hit the back of your throat.

“i need to hear you sweets”.

for a moment you stayed quiet but you quickly spoke up despite having a mouth full of cock.

nanami threw his head back and let out a sigh of pleasure. “mm that’s it”. his hands quickly found themselves tangled in your hair , forcing his length further down your throat. the feeling of you gagging on the base of his cock was heavenly.

tears started to well up in your eyes as you managed to keep eye contact with your lover.

“look at my pretty girl - taking my cock like the perfect slut”. he thrust his hips slightly, relishing the sound of your chokes and gasps. “have you learned your lesson”?

he exited your mouth allowing your a moment to speak. “yes sir. i’ve learned my lesson, i’ll be good from now on”.

he just shook his head. “i’m not sure sweetheart- let’s see if you’ve really truly learned your lesson”.

[cadybear420]

COP 3 really bringing out the worst of the "female coded MCs" takes on Choices Reddit. Lord please yeet me into Mount Atropo.

[spookierz]

to do list:

-everything ever?

-charge my phone

-do schoolwork

-clean room

-something i just remembered that prompted me to make this list but i forgot

-eat breakfast

-no seriously what was that thing

-CHANGE WATCH BC ITS DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME i remembered

-do schoolwork

-clean room

-fold laundry

-read that thing you wanted to read

-read everything on ur bookshelf while ur at it

-practice piano

-master it in a day (you could if you could just concentrate)

-charge phone so i can finish writing list

-pick up desk so i can do schoolwork

-clean out closet so i can pick up desk

-fold laundry so i can clean out closet

-clean room so i can do schoolwork

-train my dog

-clean out pigeon loft

-everything ever

[slightly-nerdy-rambles]

Robstar Week Day 6: Faux Pas-sible (Prompt: Favorite Quotes Crossover AU)

So if you couldn't guess from the title, I kind of cheated today and completely switched out today's prompt for one from last year. The Crossover AU story was one of the ones I'd been most eager to write, but it was such a specific prompt that I couldn't combine it with one from this year like with the last three days. So, when I didn't get any real ideas for the "favorite quotes" prompt, I decided to replace it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Those of you who follow my fanfiction in general probably predicted the choice of crossover or can at least see it from the title alone, lol. It's actually a version of a scene that I had in mind for a full crossover story between Teen Titans and Kim Possible which itself will probably never see the light of day but is still something I like to play around in from time to time.

Faux Pas-sible

Robin yawned heavily and tried to stretch all his limbs at once as he made his way down from his bedroom to the Tower’s common area. The Titans had been up late the night before after Plasmus slipped into the sewers during a routine battle and led them all on a merry chase beneath the city. The guests currently staying at Titans’ Tower had been helping them out, and the mission had still ended with Robin covered in grunge and so annoyed and exhausted that he couldn’t even be bothered to change before collapsing into bed. He seriously needed to clean up soon (and wash all his sheets now, for that matter), but first he really just wanted coffee.

With another yawn, he opened the door into Ops to see that someone had already beaten him to the kitchen. The familiar shock of red hair and bright purple outfit made him smile a little. Maybe he could use a different kind of pick-me-up.

“Well, hello there,” he said, trying his best to sound alluring. He wasn’t really much of a flirt, but Starfire liked it when he tried to be cute and there was nobody else here to see him if he flubbed it.

He saw Starfire pause, startled by his entrance. She started to turn her head, but before she could turn around fully he placed his hands on her waist and leaned in close.

He then promptly forgot what he was going to say next, mostly because he was too busy being hurled over the figure’s shoulder and slammed hard onto the ground in front of her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Kim Possible snarled at him.

For a moment, Robin just blinked up at the guest of the Titans he had just inadvertently gotten fresh with. Too late, he realized that the gunk still on his mask and the counter blocking his initial view of her waist had kept him from noticing that he was looking at the wrong purple-clad redhead.

“...You’re not Starfire,” he finally squeaked.

Kim scowled down at him. “Yeah, no duh,” she said.

Robin just stayed on his back on the kitchen floor. From the heat in his face, he knew he had to have turned a brilliant red. “I would like to go crawl into a hole and die now, please.”

Kim raised an eyebrow at that. After a moment, she looked down at her mission gear and sighed. “You really mistook me for your girlfriend, didn’t you?”

Robin finally – if very gingerly – mustered the energy to sit upright. Kim had a really good arm.

“I really need to clean up and get a mask I can see out of,” he muttered by way of explanation. “Sorry.”

Kim considered it for a second, then shrugged and went back to preparing her coffee. Now it was Robin’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“You’re not still mad?” he asked, standing up.

Kim shrugged again. “Ehh. I trust you enough to believe it was an honest mistake, and frankly, this is exactly the kind of blunder Ron would make. Sorry for body-slamming you.” She picked up her mug and inclined her head toward the still-steaming coffee pot. “Coffee? I’m guessing that’s why you came down here in the first place.”

Robin let out a low sigh and rubbed the back of his head. “Honestly, at this point I think I’m so keyed up from embarrassment that caffeine will only make it worse. Let’s just agree to never speak of this again and I’ll go and change before I do anything else to make your team feel overly welcome.”

Kim smirked. “Deal.”

Robin was making his way back to the door when it opened without his input and Starfire – the real Starfire, he made sure to double check – drifted in. She lit up upon seeing that she was not alone in Ops.

“Oh, good morning, Kim Possible!” she called out with a cheerful wave to Kim. Then, more sweetly, “Good morning, Robin.”

She leaned forward to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead, but then stopped. Her nose wrinkled a little. “Oh my, you are still rather dirty,” she told him in a low voice.

“Don’t worry Star, he’s well aware of that!” Kim called out with just a hint of a teasing tone.

Robin could feel himself blushing again. “Gonna go fix that now,” he muttered, pushing past Starfire before she could take notice and question him about it.

Having the extra help around was nice and all, but Robin was really going to have to keep in mind that there were currently more people in the Tower than the ones he was used to.

That, and maybe try and ask Ron what kinds of faux pas he'd made to be directly compared to this… incident. It would be useful to know how not to die of embarrassment.